[System]
Nickname: The Gruff (Human)/ "The Lizardking" (Beast)

(Minus the Sword)

[User]
Matisuki Kiryuin

As Matt was walking out the building, he begins to sense that very same dark aura from yesterday. Now, he would've ignored it, if only hadn't the dark mage barked an insult at him. And it was that very question Ira made, that broke the Lizardking's peace. Matt stops dead after being insulted, huffing and puffing in a rising anger that begins to engulf his whole body. He looks back at Ira ominously, who happened to be very close to Taka. Was this man attempting to kidnap her? Was he going to rape her or enslave her?! Whatever it was, Matt's patience has run out. He growls gutturally as he moves his body towards the dark mage's direction.

"YOU SHOULD'VE KEPT THAT BIG MOUTH OF YOURS SHUT." he growls ominously as ripples of grey scales began to form on his skin, "I THOUGHT YOU WOULD'VE LEARNT YOUR DAMN LESSON BY NOW."

Matt begins walking towards Ira, his whole body rapidly morphing into his 'Lizardking' form, along with his magic aura pulsing powerfully. But this time, this wasn't just an arm or a leg. Oh no... this was his true form. This is him turning into a complete beast! And he has little to no plans of holding it back now...

Kuroku Nagasai

Kuroku nods as he continues to look at the request board.

"Try to go easy first though," he says to Alexandre, "Then progressively you can go for more harder quests~"

But he was cut off by the intimidating aura that began to brew from Matt by the entrance. And in front of him was Taka... and the dark mage again. And Matt seemed like he wasn't going to hold back this time, if hopefully trying to take the fight somewhere else.

"Oh no..." he sighs, "Looks like someone pissed off the Lizardking. I would stay far from him as possible at the moment Alexandre. Prey that he'll take the battle out of the guild hall..."

[Assistant]
Taka Shirokawa

@Lmpkio

Ira was right. She did make a promise to him in exchange for the guild to not be destroyed by his powerful magic. Taka had widened her eyes as she realized the current situation that was unearthing itself, Ira said an insult to Matt which means that a massive fight as about to break out. She took a look around at the many civilians, gritting her teeth as she realized that they could be hurt in the process of this fight. "Fire Ring!" She decided to put a ring of fire around to the two, to keep them in a circle as well as to keep the civilians away from their massive fight that was going to unveil. She knew that she wouldn't be able to do anything this time, but the most she could do was protect everybody.

"He's going into his beast form... the whole lot of him..." Taka said as she jumped to the outside of the ring that she created for the two, she rarely ever even saw Matt go into this form. Taka breathed in calmly as she watched the fight, she kind of wanted to see the outcome this time, but if it threatened the entire town she knew that she had to stop it. If she had to, she could get a rune mage to cast them in a sealed box together until one is the winner.

Either Matt... or Ira is going to win.

Alexandre Cross

-El

Alexandre listened to the advice that was being given to him, he calmly accepted it so that he could potentially be a good guild wizard. He then felt the intimidating aura as well radiating off from Matt, Alexandre could easily tell that he was a wizard not to mess with. He narrowed his eyes at Matt for a second before looking to see Kuroku talk to him again, he decided to reply to him. "Understood, and same here, I'm hoping this beautiful guild hall will not be destroyed." Alexandre said before he felt a small rumble under his seat, he lifted an eyebrow before standing up.

"Oh that's right... I was going to go on my first job with Damon, Ren and Blanche. I'll see you later my friend." Alexandre smiled at Kuroku before he headed towards Damon, he arrived to him and calmly smiled as he apologized. "I'm sorry my friend, I guess I tend to get a little sidetracked you could say. Anyways I'm here for my first job." Alexandre said to Damon.

[User]
@WaddleDaisy

Ira Amaterasu

 " Oooo. A ring of fire and a lizardman . This must be a circus act. Tell me something geico. Why can't you control your rage? Is it the pea-sized brain encased in that thick skull or maybe it's something lacking there of?" , Ira taunted Matt as he began to glow in a golden aura. It was unlike the previous fight with with the cheapskate who'd snuck him. He actually knew what this was and planned on showing this guild just show strong and calculated he could me.

 " Sorry didn't mean to keep you waiting.", the golden aura careened out of his body into the sky like wavelength in a sound barrier. There was no more holding back. Before his opponent could make the first move, Ira decided he'd do it first.  " Heavenly Body Magic:Mītia(Meteor). In a flash of light Ira was already in the lizardman's face. He swung directly at his stomach with an outrageous might, the force would be strong enough to make any normal man spill his recent breakfast and a couple guts too. The punch was followed by an overhead kick. Ira was moving at unnatural speed. To most he seemed like just a flash of light. He ended his combination by grabbing the lizard by his face and slamming it into the ground. He knew that wouldn't be enough to stop the man but at least he looked good doing it.

  " Done already geico? Ira was pushing limits on his power as he was but he didn't care as long as he could beat the man in hand to hand combat. With Meteor in his arsensal he was faster than Matt but he wasn't sure of the strength difference. Ira didn't personally believe Meteor's strength boost was enough to put down Matt but even so, he strive to see his goals become reality.  " Bring It Matisuki!!" , Ira was excited to see what the lizard had up his sleeve.

[Assistant]
Revan

"Fuuuuuuuuccccck . . . and I had just ignored that brat's presence." Revan groaned from his place in the rafters, before jumping down and walking outside. Someone had to make sure that Matt didn't destrpy half the city this time, and Revan was probably the best man for the job.

Stepping out of the guild hall and placing himself next to Taka, he placed ane elbow on the girl's head, using her like an armrest as he watched the fight, studying Ira's opening moves before clicking his teeth.

"Unless your lover boy put's a lot more force into his blows, I doubt that he's going to stand a chance against Matt. Speed will only get you so far in a fight like this. Most ge can do is avoid what Matt throws his way, though again,,he can.t do it forever." Revan watched the battle for a bit longer before he suddenly spoke up, his voice easily carrying across the area. "Oi, Matt, if you can understand me rigt now, tag me in when you've calmed down a little. I still need to teach the shit a lesson, and I can't do that if you kill him."

[User]
Matisuki Kiryuin ---> LIZARDMAN

Matt completely ignored Taka's fire ring as he continues morphing into his beast mode. His huffs and puffs begin to sound deeper and more animal-like, his charcoal-black scales covering his tanned skin, his massive claws forming on his fingertips, his eyes beginning to glow a venomous yellow, and his height looming up to a massive 7 feet tall. The Lizardking has finally shown his true form, bringing awe and terror towards innocent bystanders and perhaps some mages alike who were near him. Matt looms down upon the dark mage and growls angrily.

"WE'VE TOLD YOU ONCE... WE'VE TOLD YOU TWICE... AND YET YOU STILL HAVE THE GUTS TO STAND HERE AT OUR HOME." booms Matt furiously as steam begins to flare from his nostrils, "THOSE WHO IGNORE THE WARNING OF THE GUILD, MUST BE PUNISHED! AND YOU WILL FACE THE MIGHT OF THE LIZARDKING!"

Matt wasn't even intimidated by Ira's glowing golden aura as he stands ready to kick some major ass. He knew that he was dealing with a dark mage, a strong one that is. He reminds him of the ancient Zeref, the strongest dark mage in the history of Fiore Kingdom, with an aura distantly reminiscent of that. This was going to be a fight for him. A real one at last.

Ira was the first to strike, punching Matt right in the stomach. While he did feel it, the Lizardking's hard scales were enough to make it feel nothing more then a regular punch. Matt then avoided the dark mage's overhead kick, but couldn't move fast enough to avoid getting his face slammed into the ground. Yet even after that he stands up, hunched into attack mode, and jerks his head to the side. It was at that time when Revan called out to him, saying that he would like a piece when he's done. A toothy smirk and a snort assures him of that. He looks back at Ira.

"CHALLENGE ACCEPTED."

Then suddenly, he quickly turns around, swinging his massive tail at a high speed right towards Ira, which should surely cause anyone to trip and become unbalanced. He then would then issue a massive punch of his own brute muscle and finishes his combo by jabbing his scaly knee onto Ira's soft human skin. With such power and armory at Matt's disposal, they should certainly knock wind out of almost any opponent.

Kuroku Nagasai

"Take care my friend." Kuroku responds kindly with a wave, "May your first job be successful."

As Alexandre leaves for his first job, the Ice Mage continues to watch the battle as it begins to unfold in the entrance. This will be most certainly an entertaining battle...

[Assistant]
Ira Amaterasu

 Ira was too busy showing off. He didn't see Matt swing his tail and was instantly swept off his feet. Regaining his composure almost immediately, his enhanced senses kicked in. He begin to calculate the lizard's next swing, it would probably be a punch of some kind. Most likely slow. He could dodge it with no problem in meteor state , but was quite curious to find out just how hard the lizard hit. Within a second of Matt's first move, while Ira was hung in the air, a punch was threw with such force it could pummel a building. Ira swiftly dodged the haymaker with a backwards handstand . It was the quickest way to move. He moved even further back toward the magical fire. The lizard had tried to strike him simultaneously but he'd been just too fast. As he moved away he decided it may be best to use a little magic. After all he could fly. It was perfect for his next attack.

  " Nice try , but you're no match for my speed. I think I'll show you something your friend hasn't seen ." Ira's aura began to flood from within him as he lifted from the ground. No one had ever seen him fly. He just didn't feel the need for it but for Matt it would be the perfect disadvantage.  " Now watch little geico." He sped off towards the sky as his opponent below watched. He was now darting around the sky as a firefly would at night. If his opponent was smart enough he'd notice the pattern Ira was forming in the sky. It looked almost like the little dipper but not completely connected. Seven points for seven seals were place the the pattern. Ira stopped and spoke,  " Its obvious I'm not going to beat you hand to hand . So now it time to try something different. Just watch and trust me . You gonna love the show." He then placed on hand on top of the other , his top hand only having his outer finger interlocked.  " Heavenly Body Magic :Guran Shario(Grand Chariot)." Seven beams erected from the points Ira had created. They begin to intertwine with each other heading toward the ring of fire with amazing speed. The beams would then split to form the exact pattern they had made in the sky. Thanks to Taka's fire Matt would have nowhere to go . It was the perfect trap. Ira smiled as the beam decimated the earth beneath him. That should be enough to put him down. If not he'd just use more.


[System]
N A M ESean Wiseman
A G E24
G E N D E RMale
B I OAlways one with esoteric hobbies, Sean had a fascination with mythology and literature, which he pursued has a hobby for much of his life. A writer and an actor as well, he was considered by many to have a great flair for the dramatic. In his university courses, he undertook a major in English Literature, and a minor in Drama, falling very well in line with others' perceptions of him. To exercise his creativity and relieve stress amidst his studies, he took up playing YGGDRASIL with his friends, who together formed a roleplaying guild on their server. Though some dedicated efforts, they were able to rise to a fairly reputable position within the servers, helped no doubt by their playing mostly in the twilight of the game's existence. Even so, their guild was in the top 500 list globally, and they had amassed a fair collection of rare and powerful items, as well as a meticulously designed guild hall.

However, guild drama eventually tore them apart, and Sean quit the game to focus on his studies. Sometime after graduation, as it was announced that the game would be shutting down, Sean joined onto a random server and guild to partake in the final-day festivities. Though his character was quite unusual compared to the others, he was none the less accepted with the spirit of good will and camaraderie. However, now that they have transitioned in the New World, one must wonder how he will be accepted, both by the other players and the new world's inhabitants.

T H E A V A T A R
N A M EAzoth Baal

R A C E Dark Elf
Human-type
G E N D E RMale
L E V E L100
A L I G N M E N T-300
Evil
C L A S SWarlock
Void Priest
Chaos Sorcerer
Hexblade
Lord of Chaos
Chaoskampf
etc
F I G H T I N G S T Y L EAzoth is a diversely-skilled DPS character, who also boasts a number of potent crowd control abilities. While not specced for PVP, he performs exceedingly well at it, as the high physical stats of the Warlock class are belied by his number of devastating offensive spells, and his Hexblade class and associated skills allow him to switch into a melee DPS/offtank and back again almost seamlessly.
S T R E N G T H SAzoth's offensive power is practically overwhelming. Facing against him is a nonstop brutal assault that even some of the most efficient tank/healer combos struggle to endure. His attacks allow for almost no openings, and possible weaknesses in his attack patterns can be covered for by his crowd control abilities.
W E A K N E S S E SPower comes at a cost, and in this New World, Azoth is paying dearly for his power. While the Warlock class features spells that cast from HP and other such risks, those can be mitigated in a game world with little worry. Now that the game has become reality, this risks now threaten both Azoth's life and his sanity. His evil, otherworldly patrons pull at him and demand both favor and sacrifice, and he can feel his cursed sword slowly draining his soul. Azoth teeters at the edge of the abyss, and only the willpower granted by his Dark Elven tenacity and extensive magical skill keep him from falling.
E Q U I P M E N TStormsorrow, Daughter of the Void: Azoth's sentient runeblade, a Divine-class Artifact item, which he acquired from a rare event drop. In YGGDRASIL it was "cursed" in that it bound itself inseparably to his character, and forced him to sacrifice 5 class levels in order to accommodate the Hexblade class it forced onto him. In the New World, however, Stormsorrow is a malevolent entity with a mind of its own, exerting its influence over Azoth to corrupt him further, and drain the soul from his body.
Scales of Tiamat: Azoth's Divine-class armor, as mutable in form as the chaos wyrm for which they are named. Normally casters such as Azoth cannot wear heavy armor, but his Hexblade class grants him an exception which permits him to use this armor (normally reserved for such classes as Death Knights).
A B I L I T I E SGrimoire of Shadows: By observing a non-offensive spell being cast, Azoth can inscribe the spell in this otherworldly spellbook, which he can summon and dismiss at will. Spells listed in the grimoire can be cast by Azoth outside of combat, even if they normally cannot be learned by his classes. Any buffs applied by these spells drop from him when entering combat, making it purely a utility ability.
Power Word: Kill: Azoth can utter a word that causes creatures below a certain level and HP threshold to die instantly, but otherwise has no effect.
Chain Master: Azoth can summon a lesser magical familiar, typically in the form of some sort of imp, which he can use to remotely cast spells, borrow its senses, and a variety of other utilities.
Shroud of Shadow: Azoth can cast Invisibility at will, without expending mana.
Blade-Bound: Bonded forever to his runeblade, Stormsorrow, Azoth can summon it at will, reform it should it be damaged in some way, and can alter its specific form into a variety of melee implements, as befits a sword of chaos.
Entropic Ward: Enemy attacks have a greater chance of missing Azoth while this ability is active, and he cannot be critically hit.
Thought Shield: Azoth's thoughts cannot be read without his allowance, and any Psychic damage he takes is reflected back to whatever inflicted it.
Create Thrall: Any incapacitated humanoid can be permanently enthralled by Azoth and used in much the same manner as a summon, until the spell is broken or he chooses another thrall. He can telepathically communicate with his thrall, but cannot have more than one at a time.
Enslave Outsider: Azoth can cast Dominate Monster at will without expending mana on Outsiders such as Fiends, Celestials or Elementals. Will occupy his single Dominate Monster creature allowance.
Shadow Hound: Azoth's shadow can take the form of a beast of pure darkness, and can then enter the shadow of another creature. As long as it merged in this manner, the creature cannot gain cover bonuses, and Azoth is always aware of where the creature is and the distance between himself and it. The target has a vague feeling of dread as long as the Shadow Hound is present.
V I E WAzoth has the countenance of a fey, otherwordly ruler. Mortals in his presence become instinctively aware of the power he wields, and the more magically attuned can sense the presence of his dark patrons. Stormsorrow seethes with evil energy, and is a black hole in reality when detected by magical means. Mortals craven enough would see Azoth as a god among men, and a king among gods.

[User]
Selena sat amongst the other players, looking at the raspberry wine cup in front of her as she idly played with her hair.

She still couldn't believe this. After all these years, after all the hard work she had done, this would be the end.

She remembered when she first started, how she was terribly weak as she chose to go solo with a character designed for support. She had to grind on weak monsters, making her leveling up process longer than the average person. She remembered how some people had booted her out of their party when they discovered her that all she could do was cast some weak debuffs from a distance. She couldn't blame them, really, as debuffs from a weak character like her back then meant absolutely nothing.

But eventually, she hit her stride once her hexes became more powerful. There she could actually become an important member of a party and not just a hindrance taking up spot and EXP. But she was still weak in solo play, so she wasn't done yet. She was still not the ideal character she wanted to play as. She didn't wish to become a mere support character, having to have a party everywhere she went.

And so, after a lot more grinding, helped by her spending a significant amount of her wages in real life to buy EXP buffs and the like from the item shop, she finally managed to reach the level of strength she was in now.

And then this happened.

She sighed once again for what must have been a hundreth time today. Her thoughts then went into the farm she had built. That too would disappear. She had so much fun planting and growing her own crops, then cooking them to make her own food, then giving or selling them to people who needed them. She loved hearing them praising her cooking. In real life, she had no chance to do something like that after all. One of her deepest secret is wanting to become a cute bride and hearing her dear husband praise her cooking. And with her being 30 and still single in the real world, that dream was getting away from her for every day that passed.

She looked around the room. She didn't recognize most of the people there. It couldn't be helped. She had been quite the anti-social player all this time after all.

"I suppose I would just drink myself away until the end... should be 15 minutes from now..." she mumbled to herself as she drank all the wine in her cup in one motion.

[Assistant]
"For God's sake, Jake, just log out already. The shutdown is just a few minutes away, it's not like you're freaking abandoning me." A loud voice echoed by one of the hallways of mountain fort that acted as a guild hall for the newly-formed guild Apocalypse Now as two figures traversed it towards the main hall.

"You sure? I mean, I promised that at least I would be here with you for the shutdown. I know it's important for you, Artie." The taller of the figures, a humongous demon with goat-like characteristics and crow wings - presumably Jake, although his nickname was displayed as "KingSabbat" - seemed to be sorry about something, his voice clearly displaying some nervousness in despite of how his goat-like head maintained the same indifferent expression as always while he talked - a funny result of YGGDRASIL lacking the technology necessary for capturing and reproducing facial expressions.

"Chill down, mate, it's not like you're going to lose something. Just go help Linda with whatever she wants without using me as an excuse for slacking off. I don't want her glaring daggers at me in the commemorative dinner, her killing intent is away too much for my fragile mind!" The shorter figure seemed to be pretty amused by his companion's nervousness, with chuckles escaping from his character's deadpan-ish face as he confirmed that he didn't need his friend's company for the closing of the server.

"Kay then. Just don't get late for dinner. Linda has managed to get some fresh vegetables and she'll be really pissed if she loses the chance of impressing you with her "magnificent cooking skills"." The goatman logged out amidst a suspicious fit of laughter, leaving the white haired devil alone in the hallway.

"She's seriously going to cook..?" The humanoid devil - whose nickname was FirstbornCain - couldn't ignore the sudden chill that managed to find its way up his spine in despite of YGGDRASIL's lack of sensors for this kind of thing as he imagined how terrifyingly dangerous the dinner organized by his guildmates to say goodbye to the game would be. Linda's cooking skills were famous amongst their small guild for their lethality after all, with some of the members going as far as saying that they were the main reason for the pitiful amount of real life reunions the guild made in despite of all of its members living in the same district - quite the dangerous thing to say when considering how Linda loved to "randomly" throw her character's beloved artifact-class axes around and "accidentally" hit people who gossiped about her.

He quickly dismissed the issue of having to taste his friend's awful cooking from his head right in the next second though, as he managed to once more reach the richly (and chaotically) decorated hall of the mountain fort - A result of the sudden urge to show off their riches that some players felt due to the imminent closure of the server (quite the positive aspect of the server closure, as he managed to take a look at various rare furniture items and exotic equips whose view would otherwise be reserved to those closer to their respective owners). In the end, he didn't bother with searching for players he knew in the hall - after all he imagined the few players that remained to watch the last moments of the game either already had someone with them or weren't interested in using their last minutes in YGGDRASIL talking with others - instead choosing to use his time to check the multitude of rare and exotic items as he waited for the countdown for the server closure, hoping to at least find some new, unknown by most stuff to amuse him until the server's closing.


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

Sprite:
Nicknames/Title:

Gender: Male

Marital Status: Single.

Age: 25

Sexuality: Straight

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

Class: Mage

Weapon Mastery(ies): Tomes

Inventory: Arcwind
 Arcfire
 Arcthunder

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

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

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

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

[User]
Palace Jotenvarr

The Garden of Blades and Grand General Davos

The squad of Trignita was led by Illian to a courtyard that was closer to the north end of the castle, but equidistant between the east and west sides. The halls of the palace that the sqauds stayed in wrapped from the main hall in the south where the main entrance was all the way around the east and west ends, meeting at either side of The Garden of Blades.

The training grounds of the royal guard seemed rather appropriately named, as the wide grassy courtyard had several areas where old weapons and shields had been stabbed into the ground. These placements of arms actually appeared artistically pleasing, and were each surrounded by beds of flowers, and finally labeled with a plaque. Inspection of these signs would depict the names of great fighters and leaders in Jotenvarr history, including their birth and death dates. The bright sun shone with unforgiving intensity upon most of the courtyard, save for the southern end, where the walls of the palace would block the light if one was to stand against them.

Standing in the center of the garden alone when Trignita entered was a rather tall and heavily armored man with a long blonde ponytail, and a spear. Upon arrival, Illian explained that the man in the courtyard would be the issuer of their second trial, and that she would meet with them again afterwards, leaving the team in the presence of the knight. Those familiar with history and those who have trained in the knight's academy knew him as Grand General Davos, the leader of the Jotenvarr armed forces. As Trignita approached the center of the garden, Davos looked upon them and spoke.

"If you have passed the first of Illian's tests, then you already have an expectation to meet." He stated with the blunt force of truth as he stood at attention towards the group, his hands folded in front of him and his spear impaled into the ground beside him. "For those of you who do not know, I am Grand General Davos. And I will be overseeing your second exam. At the conclusion of your testing, you will all participate in a tournament by order of his Majesty King Alexandro, to determine whom shall be awarded a position in the Royal Guard. It is for this reason that I believe that a test of your combat skills now is necessary. If you cannot match the might of a Royal Guard, then you do not deserve to join their ranks." Davos rose one hand and let lose a loud snap between his fingers, and the shuffling of feet and clanking of armor marched its way from the southern doors to the center of the courtyard. Standing before Trignita now was six guards, clad in the royal crests of Jotenvarr and carrying various different weapons. The first three wore metal armor not dissimilar to that of Davos's though less decorated. One carried a sword, one an axe, and one a lance. Two of the other three wore lighter armor made of studded leather and plate straps. One stood with a bow stowed across their torso, and the other had several daggers tucked away along the outsides of their legs. The last of the guards wore lavish robes and held a tome in one hand, and a staff in the other.

"You shall each test your skills against one of my soldiers. Those who best or hold their own in a duel here will move on to the second stage of this exam. Let us begin." Davos nodded towards the assassin guard, who nodded in return. The other five guards took a large step away from the soon-to-be arena, and the assassin drew a dagger, pointing it at Claude.

"Give me this one." He demanded as he pulled his hood over his head, obscuring his eyes as he tilted his face down. "A lumbering fool like him will not keep up with me."

[Assistant]
Claude

The challenge from the assassin made the mercenary smile, showing all of his pointy teeth. Like last time, the man was wearing his large brown coat, wasn't wearing a shirt and was still wearing his sunglasses.

"Well, this lumbering fool will cut ya down to size." He cracked his knuckles as he approached the assassin.

He then took the sword hanging from his hip and pointed it at the man before him. "So, your gay little knives against my sword? Now, I wanna see how that goes for you. They are gonna BEG me to be in the Royal Guard after I'm done sweeping your ass across the floor!"

The man declared and then hunched his back as he prepared to leap at the assassin before him.

"Then... let's get wild." Despite his excited smile just then and boisterous behavior, the mercenary's smiling face soon faded away and he turned quite serious.

His eyes narrowed, his muscles tensed. The grip on his sword tightened. The muscles of his legs tensed as he prepared to leap forward towards the assassin. Any lesser man would feel intimidated by the sheer power his skill and experience gave him. Almost like fighting a bear, once someone said that to him.

Certainly, he knew never to understimate an opponent, no matter who they were. Even if he was arrogant, he wouldn't let his arrogancy become the end of him.

He could afford one or two knives digging into his skin, so he wasn't too worried. He would simply jump forward and crush his opponent with overwhelming force. He had always done it like that and would continue to do so until he was actually half dead.

---

Joan Croce

Of course, she too was kind of tired from the training, but she definitely had it a lot less harsher than the others.

Her horse was trying her best to keep her balanced on her back. Joan constantly brushed her hair with her hands and praised her. Without a doubt, this rocky trail was hard on her.

"Don't worry, dear, we are almost there. Hang in there for a little while longer, all right?"

The squad that was left in tatters was definitely unsettling. Joan's eyes widened at the sight of it.

She offered a small prayer for the dead before going on her way. Perhaps the other bandits were still near? Certainly, that possibility was kind of frightening. Even more so if they only took female prisoners.

Joan held her staff tightly against herself. She was reminded of how her own squad was annihilated. She hadn't tell the others, but the sight of the bodies still hunted her every night. She even held one of her stuffed animals under the covers so that she could fall asleep.

The feminine shout from the mountains made her turn to the source of it. A blonde girl.

"Don't worry, we'll save you!" She shouted. "Let me accompany you, sire Hiro! Unworthy as I may be."


[System]
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'If I ever let my head down it will only be to admire my shoes'
Age: 22
Lineage: Half-Blood
School/house: Ravenclaw (although she would often be seen sporting a Slytherin scarf to support her boyfriend, a Slytherin Chaser)

Appearance: Radiantly beautiful and poised, Mandy would never be caught in anything but designer robes and some stunning heels. How she managed to duel and run in them was something of a secret.

Magical strengths/weaknesses: Gifted at charms, hexing and much to everyone's astonishment she was the Auror schools best dueller.

Patronus: Abraxan Winged Horse

Personality: Although blunt and headstrong, she has the ability to make many friends and lead them with ease. Underestimated due to appearing vacuous, few know of her calculating nature. Her motivation for becoming an Auror remains a mystery to all who encounter her, perhaps even to herself. Mandy will occasionally mention it's because she enjoys being the best, knowing this is a lie, she hasn't taken to time to clearly delve into why she would risk her life for a wizarding world she doesn't particularly feel any passion for. Her uncaring personality made her a perfect recruit for the office, in spite of this, she possesses an inconceivable charm that allows her to make a person believe they are special to her.

Bio: Born to a squib mother and muggle father, Mandy was raised in Oxford and attended Headington private girls school until Hogwarts.
Her great-grandmother was Sacharissa Tugwood, the first woman to use beauty potions which earnt her a place on the chocolate frog cards. Her mother, Perpetua, was very close to her sister Felicitania Tugwood meaning Mandy grew up with a certain level of magic around whilst visiting her Aunt, who made magical knitting patterns. Despite being told about the world of magic, Mandy was never interested in learning. Her muggle father however took a great interest, mainly in supporting Quidditch. Her mother was quite content in being a squib, although when describing her lineage, it's something Mandy never mentioned, deciding to concentrate on her famous Tugwood relatives for which she was very proud of and more importantly left the Ellisons with a full bank account. She is presumed by most to have grown up in a wizarding family, due to her knowledge of the Wizarding world prior to Hogwarts. During the second wizarding war, the Ellison's emigrated to Chicago, USA to avoid slaughter, they stayed there until 2000, when Mandy started to show magical signs, deciding they would rather her attend Hogwarts than Ilvermorny.

She was an extremely popular girl before Hogwarts and frequently begged her parents to withdraw her, missing her previous lifestyle. Devastated at not being a Gryffindor like her maternal grandparents, she was an outcast in Ravenclaw. The girl clique in the house very much resembled her muggle friends, except they did not admire her stunning looks and blunt humour, instead she was left aside as she had no interest in being book-smart. Mandy was known for often storming away from the Ravenclaw Tower, not caring to think too hard for the answer to the riddle.

She discovered a natural talent in charms which she used mainly to enhance her natural beauty. Mandy wasn't noticed by most until she befriended a group of popular Slytherins. By the end of her fifth year she was known as the school bitch, people soon learnt that it wasn't worth crossing her. Her looks and womanly charm were surely envied. Mandy spent most of her time with her boyfriend Zachary, a Slytherin chaser, which made many girls envy her even more. He was the subject to many love potions for a short while, until it was obvious Mandy wouldn't hesitate to hex anyone that got too close to him. While she had many girls following her around during her last two years, she cared for very little people. Zach was the only person she seemed to have genuine affection for, but she was very hard nosed during their break up.
The relationship broke down shortly after graduating from Hogwarts, due to him being signed to the Wimbourne Wasps and not being able to keep himself from doting fans.
Everyone seemed to be stunned at her N.E.W.T scores, despite hardly ever revising or even seeming to care at all about the exams, she came second in the year and the ministry of magic leapt at her application for Auror training.

For those three years she spent most of her time training physically for the job, she was naturally talented at duelling and excelled at the fitness aspects. It was perplexing how she managed to maintain a perfect manicure, hair and makeup, all barely out of place even after the most gruelling of training sessions. She became close to a few trainees, however her two closest friends on the programme dropped out due to injury. After this she had trouble deciding whether she would prefer to be feared or loved, she had intimidated one Gryffindor so much they transferred to the Magical Maintenance Department. During the end of the three years, every one knew of her name and long dark hair and not one trainee had beaten her in a duel. She had decided not to care about her peers after graduation, but to further her career no matter who she stepped on.

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Lucrica ran a hand through her soaked brown hair as the rain continued to pour. Unlike what was probably a couple of her… were they colleagues or teammates? Sure, they 'worked' together hence making them colleagues but teammates seem more… how should she put it? Kinder? Co-operative? Lucrica shook her head. Not time to focus on such things, she definitely will ask the others on their opinion later.

Crouched in her spot behind a small collection of low green bushes. Their leaves swayed in the breeze as they were shot by the bullets of fierce rain from the heavens. Iz stood seemingly lonesome. Lucrica almost wanted to stand behind him in silent support. Almost. Sure, her skill of Apparition hand served her well thus far, putting her ahead to silently survey the area prior to the scene, she knew she would be of little use in this part, the beginning. As her fresh-faced and fierce team erupted out of their hiding spots she would stay in her place, awaiting something useful to do. Sometimes she worried she wasn't the greatest asset in such a job, she was probably right, but her role head importance too! Right? Lucrica shook that thought out of her head. Another thought for another time.

Iz's speech, as expected, was not effective. They were dark witches and wizards, fat chance they'd go so easily. The rest of her group jumped into action as Lucrica stayed put, watching as her group fought the collection of witches and wizards. She gripped her wand (ebony, unicorn hair core, 13 1/4", rigid) and pursed her lips, awaiting a useful task to do. For the meantime she looked around at her group and silently hoped for their safety, trying not to flinch and their every new bruise or fresh cut.

[Assistant]
The rain didn't seem to be letting up, which really, was fine with Celio. He was crouched next to a fallen tree towards the top of a low hill. He'd never really minded the rain, and it usually gave him an excuse to warm up in front of the fire with a glass of wine. The rain would probably keep the Muggles away too. The last thing they needed was a bunch of defenseless Muggles to get curious and come check out the light show that would surely happen soon.

He watched and waited as the rest of his team took their positions, wand at the ready in his left hand. He didn't envy Iz's task. He was just going to make himself a target. Celio's eyes wandered back to the cauldron at the center of the circle. It was hard to see exactly what was going on there through the downpour, the Impervius charm on his head only helping slightly. Nobody on his team seemed to have any idea what this group was up to or what they were brewing, just that it was illegal and drawing attention.

As Iz walked out to try and make the arrest, Celio popped a Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean into his mouth with his free hand. He'd become fascinated with them on moving to Britain, and had taken to eating (or attempting to eat) one before each training exercise. Though he was more excited than nervous, the ritual helped ease his tension. His face contorted and he immediately spit it out. Wasabi. As expected, the wild group didn't bother to let Izaiah finish, and the fight began.

Celio stood up and pointed his wand at the fallen tree next to him and cast a Banishing Charm which set it rolling down the hill. He calmly followed after it, smirking as it knocked over two unsuspecting wizards before rolling to a stop. He disarmed them both, then increased his movement. His opponents weren't exactly expert marksman but he wasn't going to give them a clear target for any curses. The rain meant eye contact would be difficult, which would make it that much more difficult to use his Legilimency. Best to not waste time trying it.


[System]
Alias: Akuma no Kage ("Shadow of the Demon")

Gender: Male

Alignment: Helios

Skills: Expert in a variety of martial arts, including but not limited to Ju Jitsu, Ninjitsu, Aikido, Krav Maga, Tai Chi, and several specialized martial arts developed for use with guns.

Powers:
[Perfect Human]
Genetically engineered for perfection, 57 is a homegrown supersoldier. He was the only succesful genetically modified human, created through the manipulation of acquired stem cells. He is stronger and faster than any other man, with free-moving joints and highly advanced senses. His sense of smell is 200x better than that of a human, he can see in the dark, and he can feel electric fields similar to a shark. He can hold his breath for almost half an hour, and his skin is harder than kevlar. All human weaknesses have been eliminated, to create a soldier capable of taking on the meta threat.

[Mental Fortitude]
The reason 57 was considered the only successful supersoldier in the program is due to his mind. Whereas the others mostly ended up either as vegetables or as uncontrollable killing machines, 57 was manipulated by multiple metas from the moment of his creation. He feels no fear, and no pain, and has a rapid learning ability. He can read and memorize entire books worth of information in mere minutes, and rapidly adapts to any situation he's placed in. Furthermore, he displays absolute loyalty to Helios, and will follow commands from any officer he recognizes as his superior without question. The mysterious element, however, is that he has deviated from direct orders a number of times when a better method of reaching the goal was discovered, without being ordered to do so, displaying remarkable free will. He has also been trained to be resistant to the effects of most psychic metas.

Equipment:
[Ghost Exoskeleton MKII]
This suit was modified from standard stealth armor suits. The exoskeleton fits over 57's body perfectly, enhancing his physical capability even further, as well as being a highly effective suit of armor. Molecularly altered glass 'scales' absorb the kinetic force of any incoming attacks, providing complete protection from bullets and even hand grenades, while being lighter than any metal suit of armor. it's interfaced directly with 57's brain, forming a powerful neural link and responding instantly to his every thought. It's equipped with nanofiber grips, allowing him to walk on almost any surface using the attachable properties of nanofiber materials. Lastly, specialized cells can project complex patterns all over the armor, allowing him to blend into almost any environment.

[Artemis-class Railgun]
using complex magnetic manipulation, this handgun-sized weapon is capable of firing specialized bullets at speeds equal to mach 2.5 or higher, suprheating them with the mere friction. These bullets tear through metal plates and stone walls as if they were butter, and were designed to rip apart even lightly armored vehicles. Only 57's reinforced skeleton can handle the recoil. The only weakness of these powerful guns is that they need to be quickly reloaded after each shot, and the potential for overheating if used continuously.

An alternate model is the SO-Artemis-Class, which is the size of a conventional sniper rifle. It holds a series of far more powerful electromagnets, as well as an extended barrel to ensure long-range accuracy. It is equipped witha powerful scope, which can identify targets, calculate range, detect patterns of signals, and perform a variety of other tasks. This device is effectively a far more powerful version of it's handheld predecessor, capable of firing a shell through multiple steel wall and with a nearly unlimited range. A sniper weapon of unprecedented lethality.

[Shiro Segi]
This modified katana, named 'White Justice' has a monomolecular edge, formed from molecularly altered diamond. The main blade is formed from the same altered glass his armour is made of, arranged in places instead of scales in order to remove the flexibility. It's highly transparent, and yet sharp enough to cut through steel like butter, especially when backed up with the strength of an exoskeleton. When powered, the blade vibrates at supersonic speeds, allowing it to function like a highly effective chainsaw. Almost no material is capable of stopping the weapon's swing when it's powered up.

[Fusion Explosives]
Utilizing what is effectively a miniature fusion generator, these grenade-sized weapons can pack an incredible punch. Whereas they're incredibly stable, when they're detonated they're capable of a 3 kiloton explosion, similar to the detonation of 100.000 kilos of tnt. It's the impact of a cruise missile, capable of ripping apart entire structures with ease. It's definitely not intended for close range, which is why they come with timers, and only 57 can throw them far enough to make them useful. Anything within the blast radius is completely destroyed.

Personality:
Cold and calculating, 57 does what he was designed to do. Although he is capable of far more free will than his designers suspect, he considers Helios to be his 'father', and is utterly obediant. He honestly believes that Metas will destroy the world if they are allowed to be set loose, and acts with the intention of making the world a better place. His motto is 'absolute power corrupts absolutely', referring to the supernatural capabilities of metas. Little does he know the irony of this statement.

History:
Through a variety of operations, 57 has earned a name among Helios operatives as the Shadow of the Demon. He's both feared and respected as one of the most effective, and dangerous, operatives Helios has. He's also well known for instantly cutting down anyone who acts against Helios on the field, making no distinction between friend or foe. Whenever 57 is deployed, every soldier knows that there is something far more terrifying behind him, then there could ever be in front of him.

Appearance: 57 is tall and heavily muscled, with deep red eyes and dark brown skin. He has no hair, as hair was considered unnecessary for his function as a soldier. When not on the field, he wears a deep grey jumpsuit, and large black combat boots. A knife is always kept in the hilt, it's blade formed from altered glass.

[User]
Screams of death, bloodcurdling cries. This is what Magi heard in the base, he stood from the chair he was sitting on in the medbay and looked around. He saw a drone making it's way across the ceiling, he stared at it for a moment, then it turned and began firing. He ducked out of the way before speaking, taking cover behind the medicine cabinets and such scattered across the room. "Globus.." He spoke, a red circle forming in his palm. "Ignis" With that he hurled his hand in the direction of the drone, the fire incinerating it. He stared around the room once more, it seems that was the only drone that made it into the medbay, atleast for now. Then he heard Vivian, she shouted, scared. Perhaps more drones? He followed the sound of her voice to the lobby only to find her holding a armored clad man at gunpoint, a man he recognized. "You..." He spat in the direction of the Demon. "You dare...come alone...?" He told him. "That...will be your downfall..." He put himself in front of Vivian and the unconscious Wolf. "Go...I will destroy him myself..." He told her. Clearly she did not know how to fight, just by the way she held the gun. "You...Demon...You will die today." He told him. "Glaciem...Carcerem..." He held his hand out, a blue circle forming, a cage of thick ice forming around the Demon. This was mostly to give Vivian enough time to escape, he knew all to well it would be a matter of minutes if not seconds before he escaped from his prison.

"Go...Now...While he is trapped." Magi told her. "Globus..." He spoke, holding that power, waiting for the minute that he burst from the cell to greet him with a face full of fiery inferno.

[Assistant]
Ice formed a crystaline water structure. Disruption of the crystals in question was capable of absorbing a significant quantity of kinetic force, due to it's hardness and brittleness. Any caliber of bullet incapable of punching through the ice without shattering it would find the force behind it absorbed by the entire sheet of ice, stopping it in it's tracks. The crystaline structure would convey the energy nearly instantly, causing the entire structure to fall as one. Of course, despite these properties, this ice would be incapable of stopping a single shot from his railgun, which would apply it's kinetic energy only to the small area it impact, leaving the rest of the ice untouched and thus maintaining nearly full velocity. It was additionally vulnerable to a sufficiently sharp blade, if used correctly. Whilst cutting 'against the grain' of the ice would cause the kinetic force to be absorbed, if one were to move the blade along the crystal's structure one would encounter hardly any resistance.

With two swift moments, the front bars of the already melting obstruction were separated from the rest of the construct. A swift kick launched one across the room, where his opponent was forced to dodge. Clever application of mechanical force allowed the crystalline structure to remain intact upon impact with the metal-clad boot, as it was accelerated towards the mage.

His opponent clearly fashioned himself a sorcerer. Whilst his demonstrated power consisted only of the generation of ice structures, he had spoken in Latin. 'Ice Cage', would be a rough translation. This left two options. Either he had named his attacks, as some mutants had a fondness for doing, or his power required him to speak certain phrases for it to function. The concept of required speech was consistent with the idea of a sorcerer, which was reinforced by his choice of clothing and the formation of an orb of energy around his hand as he had performed his 'attack'. As such, the strategic course of action was simple. He could remove his opponent's capability to speak, either through death or lack of air.

Closing the distance with inhuman speed, 57 made swift use of the distraction he himself had created. As the mage turned towards him, a swift blow to the neck sent him backwards, gasping for air. Without air, it would be impossible for him to utter the phrases necessary for his capabilities. Equally swift, the blow was followed up with a blade scything through the air, aimed for that very same neck. Within mere moments, he would incapacitate this most troublesome opponent.

No words were spoken - they were unnecessary and would only slow down the inhuman killing machine. He was created for assassination and death, to apply justice with extreme prejudice. These terrorists were those who would see the world burn for their own gain, those who were blinded by their own greed. They were less than human, creatures of filth and hatred.

Every single mutant would be exterminated.

[User] 57's radio would scream with sound as slayer started playing raining blood and then a cackling voice came through, "Did you miss me yet 57?" The holes he had created made a simple entrance for Tyler an now he was here covered in his blood armor with massive blood swords coming from his wrists, (think Baraka from Mortal Combat) Tyler laughed wildly as he gutted some soldier in a hallway, "Sorry I'm late buddy...I had to pick up one of my favorite toys." Tyler pulled his Drum Action Autoshotgun off his back and started making his way through the halls, "I'm on my way to you now."

[Assistant]
"Ignis..?" Magi said, the fireball missing by a mile and leaving him confused as he took a block of ice to the chest. He stumbled a bit, seconds before the Demon struck his throat he spoke "Armis." Nigh impentrable armor formed around him in somewhat of a transparent shell, the blow landed, but served as nothing more than to send him flying a few feet and daze him. Plink went the blade against the armor, shattering it. Crystal like dust shimmering in the air as it did. Magi rolled backwards away from him before standing. "Perhaps...I underestimated you beforehand...No matter.." Magi told him. He stretched his arm slightly out from himself, holding it close to his side. "Fulgur." At that lightning arc'd out from the yellow circle that formed in his palm. The Demon's armor would make the perfect conduit for the electricity, should one particle of energy from the lightning touch him the rest would follow suit. Of course, had this been in a bigger area Magi could use his...bigger spells.

But the small area coupled with the bystanders means it wouldn't be an option to even consider.


[System]
Age: 8 years old

Sex: Male

Appearance:
As depicted in the picture above and stands roughly at 3ft 1 inch tall.

Role: Warrior (Scout) and Hunter

Abilities:

* Now you see me... - Due to his irregular choice of apparel, he tends to stand out in a group of normal goblins.
* ...Now you don't. - Even so, he is exceptionally skilled in keeping hidden and moving silently...well for a goblin that is.
* Griz be nimble. - Griz may not be as strong as most of the other warriors, but he sure is one of the fastest and most dexterous of them all.
* Hits *just* right. - Griz's choice of weaponry may not be intimidating like a morningstar or a battle axe, but he sure knows how to use them to maximum effect.
* Hunter's Intuition. - Griz is at home in the wilderness just as he is in the village. He is knowledgable in survival skills as well as hunting skills.
* Pyrophobic. - Due to an incident when he was a youngling, Griz is extremely wary around large open flames.

Clothing/Equipment:

* Black Hooded Cloak. - A cloak made from dyed leather modified to fit a goblin's diminutive size.
* Black Leather Shorts. - A pair of shorts made with dyed leather modified to fit a goblin's diminutive size.
* Cloth Hand and Foot Wraps. - Strips of cloth used to muffle and offer mild protection to the hands and feet.
* Iron Hunting Knife. - A simple single-edged knife meant for hunting animals. Griz's most reliable weapon.
* Wood Short Bow and Arrows. - Mundane bow and arrows made from the wood of the surrounding trees. Griz's favoured weapon.

[User]
As the scout party had returned with their kill, and begun to celebrate as it was split up. Koglan had vanished into his forge for a time. But shortly returned. Hefting a huge cleaver blade. And before all with a large mad grin on his face he'd brought it down with a hard grunt of effort. The blade crashing through flesh, bone and meat with crazy ease. The paw just up to the joint falling free. He'd grinned, "Yes fine indeed. A simple price."

He'd looked at the scout party, "When you are ready come see me and I will repair your gear. No other price but this." He grins, "Yes this will do fine." He'd of course accepted a little of the meat, as it was passed out, but he'd not taken more then he was offered. Within hours of returning he'd removed the robe, and hung up the paired warhammers among the armory in the forge. Ready to be used again by anyone who came to ask. But no he'd donned his smiths apron again. And the forge had blazed back into heat. Heat haze rising from the top.

Powerful arms, gained from his work, those same arms that had swung those hammers so well not all that long ago had swung a different hammer. A look of glee on his face, "Yes this will be a new masterwork for me!" Had been heard many times as the old Smith had worked.

[Assistant]
Griz had his fair share of wannabe suitors vying for a mate that could provide during the winter but, to be honest, he was all set for the cold months and planned to donate his share to the community granary. A handful of the girls picked up on the lack of interest and moved on to goblins like Rom; who was grinning ear to ear with two of the prettiest goblinesses on each arm that solicited his attention and the rest following him. "Griz, my friend, loosen up. We've done a great feat and didn't even find any traces of those Blue Feet. Do the tribe a favor and take a mate or two." Rom finishes with a hearty chortle and pulling the goblinesses closer to him and wandering away deeper into the village.

The comment caused the hooded goblin to let out a sigh. "That's what's putting me on edge. We didn't find any traces." He said while carving out his share of the owlbear. A sizable shank of the hind leg. Koglan took his share and gave the rest instructions on what to do after this. Griz gave the elder goblin a nod and saw him off wandering back to his forge likely.

With more and more of the females taking the hint and dispersing, only a few remained. A gatherer he had bred a few moon cycles ago with a sizable bump beginning to emerge, a warrior sizing him up and eyeing him as if he were a piece of prime cut meat, and eldest daughter of the shaman. "You do realize that I'm donating all my share, right? I understand the gatherer as it is her right and my duty to feed her whenever she wants, but what about the rest of you?"

The gatherer was first to speak. "We-well yes but I-I just wanted to see if you were oka-."

She was then interrupted by the warrior. "YOU WILL BE A SUITABLE MATE. OUR OFFSPRING SHALL BE QUICK AND POWERFUL. I WILL COME BY YOUR HUT LATER THIS EVENING. IT IS SETTLED." The saying was off but he could assume that this female warrior was somewhat related to the elderly smith. Maybe a daughter of his? A daughter's daughter?

His thoughts were ceased when he felt the sensation of a salve being applied to his wound. The daughter of the shaman had approached him and began applying a healing salve to his wound. "Peculiar...peculiar...indeed." She muttered to herself as Griz just stared at the strange gobliness. "Uhh..." "Your peculiar behavior has earned my attention...strange hunter." She said while finishing dressing his wound.

Griz slowly backed away from the gobliness and gave her a wide berth as he walked around her. He was thankful for the treatment and the attention, but this was simply too strange for him....then who was he to say? He was the goblin that willingly clothed himself more than necessary and chose a dagger over a sword, axe, club, or spear.

Eccentrics attracted other eccentrics, he supposed.

[User]
Breden's ears perked up for a moment when he heard the loud gobliness shout at Griz. A few months ago, this would have startled him. Now, he took one look at the gobliness and felt pity for her. She was a self-styled warrior and he didn't doubt that she had some skill with the stone knives she had on a belt around her waist. Her loud manner and average looks told him that her "brave warrior" routine was a way of getting attention from the stronger males, who would normally pass over a plain-looking gobliness in favor of the more attractive females. The poor lady had probably gone a while without a mate, and even if her looks didn't turn off her desired mates, her eccentric behavior certainly would. As it was, females were too important as mothers to send off to a battle, and the tribe would have to be very desperate indeed to risk them in combat. One male and several females would work just as well as an equal number of each after taking serious losses in a war, but the reverse wouldn't do anything to help replace losses as fast.

The younger hunter and newly-minted warrior cut off a part of the owlbear and delivered it to the granary, as he had promised. He took his share of the meat in a sack the granary guard had been nice enough to give him. It was no wonder why the guard had been kind; she was the only female on duty protecting the granary. It was a volunteer position and a rather boring one at that, assigned only to goblins trusted by the chief. Older goblins and females who wanted to take up arms often had that role, and Breden suspected that the ladies assigned to the easiest job in the tribe were the same who the chief took a fancy to. Were Breden a human, he might have thought that it was a rather questionable thing to do, handing out tasks based on favors in bed. Goblins didn't see it that way, though. It wasn't a favor for the chief, nor was it a favor for the females; it was just something they did when they were relaxed, well-fed, and safe. Only hunger, age, or illness would dull that flame in an adult of their species, mostly.

That said, there were exceptions, Breden had heard tales of goblins taking up the lives of a druid, living in the wilderness apart from a tribe and operating on a different set of norms, as if they were an entire tribe of shamans. Before anyone could consider any of that, they had one more issue to resolve.

"Griz, you don't think there's a connection between the Blue Foot... Blue Feet...? Th-the tribe who's causing us trouble and the owlbear we just killed, do you? And- excuse me, I don't need any of that salve, please. How about we meet tomorrow? I've got to deal with this for now. I-I don't mean to sound rude, but it is important." The shaman's daughter backed off from Breden, giving him a naughty look. She hadn't been laying hands on him to help his wounds.

"So, Griz. Blue Feet tribe. You think they're gonna cause trouble this winter?" Winters in this land tended to be mild, but there were exceptions, and this season was shaping up to be one of them. There might even be snow this time around, something the goblins of the Forest Tribe hadn't prepared for.

[Assistant]
In his opinion the social orders of other goblin tribes seemed strange, well at least strange for Twig that is. Greslarch had tracked the scouting party to the tribe after stumbling upon them as they transported their quarry. In retrospect neither Twig nor his battle-scarred companion were in a hurry to catch up to the hunters and scouts. Curiosity is what drove Twig to follow them, and he found the tribe strange because they seemed extremely organized and seemed to also follow a different philosophy or so he guessed.

Greslarch sniffed the ground and not paying attention bumped Twig through the underbrush and into view with a thump, from where they spied the goblins carrying the owlbear carcass. Swearing under his breath Twig tried to get up slowly, cursing his companions ignorance because he had blown their cover.

[User]
Several members of the Forest Tribe on the fringes of the village saw an unfamiliar goblin poke through the bushes. In this tense atmosphere, the sudden arrival of a strange goblin caused much alarm, especially one with such strange eyes. He clearly wasn't a member of their tribe, but he also wasn't a member of any of their known enemies. Within a few minutes, scared farmers began racing back into the village with news about a stranger showing up.

"Griz, I'm gonna see who that is. You can come along if you like. And ladies, just- just visit me at my hut tomorrow. This is important." He ran off to the outskirts of town, happy to be away from the crowd. It wasn't that he didn't want attention from the females, but there was such a thing as too much at once, and it wasn't like his reputation as a good fighter and hunter was going to vanish in by the next morning. Without looking to see if anyone had followed him, Breden stopped to find a second crowd- much smaller than the one had just left- standing near a weird goblin and a large wolf. The crowd was only equipped with farm tools made of stone and wood, not much of a threat, but they numbered at least a dozen. The entire crowd was made up of older males and a couple of females. Given that males generally didn't farm if they could still hunt, this was to be expected.

"One side, please! Warrior with a metal sword coming through!" He kept the blade Koglan had forged for him sheathed, but he was ready to draw it at a moment's notice. The exotic goblin looked nothing like a Blue Foot. "Who are you, and why have you come?"

[Assistant]
Having pitchforks leveled at you doesn't exactly make for great introductions, Twig tentatively got up and noticed Greslarch step closer and being smart Twig glared at his companion "Down old friend I will call you when I need you!" Twig muttered so only Greslarch heard.

"Hmmph whatever brother" The wolf simply snorted and vanished into the trees, but Twig was distracted by a disturbance in the crowd as a voice called out. The goblin was male and had a metal sword sheathed at his side and after seeing Twig the goblin asked who he was and why he had come.

"I am Twig," he stated his eyes passing their gaze over the crowd "And I am the last Green-Eye and I have come in search of a new home" Twig gazed intently at the warrior.

"But I would also ask who you are?" Twig asked the goblin who addressed him.

[User]
"A Green-Eye?! I-I'm Breden." He looked at Twig, seeing the reason why he was obviously called that. "That's- it's- it's very unusual to have a member of another tribe here. I heard that your tribe was either wiped out or were all druids or something. No one around here really knows what happened to your people, we only heard rumors. We didn't know you were real, even. Maybe it would help if you explained who the Green-Eyes are? Or were? And was it just me, or is that wolf yours? It doesn't look like it was acting like a normal wolf."

If he was a druid, this could be helpful for the Forest Tribe. That said, no group of druids ever took sides in a war without good cause, and it was rare that they interfered with the daily lives of the average goblins. He wasn't even sure if Twig was a druid or not, but his strange appearance certainly lent him a mystical air.

[Assistant]
"If we hadn't seen their scouts in our territory, I would have just thought the owlbear had just reached a bit out of her territory in search for better sources of food. But, unfortunately, this wasn't the case. The area we encountered her was a good distance away from where the latest sighting of a large predator was reported and was starving." Griz said as he deposited his entire share to the village granary. "Owlbears are one of the apex predators of the forest, they won't go out of their territory that far. Something pushed that owlbear out." Griz furrowed his brow and frowned at the thought. "A simple raiding party could probably scare off one...but not for long. I think we'll be facing a warband."

Breden was then distracted by a commotion outside.

"You go on ahead. I have to feed the gatherer before I go to Koglan. Do stay safe." Griz said while turning to the pregnant gobliness and gesturing her to follow. She follows him but grumbles under her breath about Griz not remembering her name.


[System]
I R L
Age - 20
Place of Origin - Alberta, Canada
Occupation - Freelance artist

A V A T A R

Character's Name - Alex
Pathos Affiliation - Drox
Role - Ranged DPS
Profession - Craftsman
Weapon of Choice - Bow
Domains - Wind / Conjuration, Enhancement

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Frenetic
With a pep to his step and a patter permanently engraved in his speech, Alex is the sort of person to always be doing something, and desperately crave doing something whenever nothing's going on. His impatience and eagerness can sometimes get the best of him, but he sees them as a double-edged sword, with many of the best moments in his life originating from decisions with no foresight involved.

His hobbies are hands-on, creative activities that reign him in well. Carpentry, plastic arts, sewing, anything that gets the gears in his brain spinning and keeps him busy.

Frank
Alex likes to talk. A lot. It's something not everyone discovers, as he is outstandingly awkward during first encounters. The people who've stuck around, however, eventually realize he doesn't have a voice in his head telling him to stop. He overshares, states what shouldn't be stated, and asks all the questions someone his age would agonize over but ultimately suppress out of a fear of looking foolish. None of this is ever done intentionally, he just marches to the beat of his own drum.

Adaptable
Not everyone can dive into the world of freelance art and make a decent profit, and not everyone can toss themselves into the commercial thunderdome of a virtual reality game and come out friends with various NPC denizens and enough money to leave the combat to his brother's guild half the time. Alex's impulsive ideas aren't easy to trust from an outsider's perspective, but he finds himself succeeding where others would fail through high energy and a good work ethic. Conflict with others rarely bothers him as well, and he often finds himself spearheading cooperation with the people he's warmed up to.

B E N C H M A R K S

I can't die if they don't hit me, buddy
Rather than protect himself with anything bulky, Alex has instead opted to use a combination of light armors, long range attacks and solid athleticism as a means of avoiding damage. This newfound athleticism, consisting of speed and reflexes, helps him duck and weave through blows that would have otherwise sent him soaring.

Jack of all arts and crafts
Alex's craftsmanship had already been passable prior to his introduction to Pariah, but the game has now given him ample time and resources to cut loose. While not an expert in any one field, he's found a niche making light armor and robes. The finished pieces aren't on the same level of glamour as what other crafting wayfarers can offer, but hey, it works.

Quantity over quality
Alex's signature ability is being able to fire arrows in disturbingly rapid succession, tearing opponents to shreds. This leaves him vulnerable when taken to machine gun-like extremes, however. His combat style plays off this ability for the most part, favoring fast and powerful arrows over anything slow.

Heads or tailwinds
His domain over wind allows him to rely on small bursts of it in and out of combat. Whether helping him jump a bit higher or throw off a lighter opponent's balance, he's managed to find couple of utilitarian uses for it besides thrusting his arrows.
  | Physical Description
Alexis Barnett's appearance had always been underwhelming and… begrudging, to sum it up in a word. Brown hair kept at medium length as a concession with the rest of the world, minimal cosmetics, the occasional cardigan or modest skirt in between rows of jackets and jeans. Shirts, too, followed a similar goal. Shirts that a woman would reasonably wear, at a size baggy enough to conceal a small bust.

Accessories, if any, were always tossed on haphazardly, as last minute additions spurred less by their wearer and more by questioning family and friends. That's not to say they were a bad thing. You could wear the baggy and dull clothing you wanted, Alex discovered, if you wore enough pink jewelry to shut people up.

Alex has been pessimistically aware of his appearance since adolescence, so it's no surprise to see that his avatar in Pariah has a lot in common with his real self, from his height and frame down to the color of his hair and eyes. His features could be described as "pleasantly average", a likely result of him wishing to not stand out and blend in. Within Pariah he dislikes wearing anything that restricts his movement and regularly wears comfortable merchant's clothing, as it's extravagant enough to signal his wayfarer status to others without having to adopt any of the flashy accessories everyone else seems to be so fond of.

Pariah's avatar system was keen enough to pick up on Alex's true feelings and assign him a male body, a contrast to real life. That ended up being a fun thing to explain to his brother Logan. Or in his own words, "Shit."
Character Conceptualization
While it could be said that the bulk of Pariah's playerbase had been well acquainted with the conventions of video games, Alex was an exception. Dragged into it by his older brother, he accepted with lukewarm enthusiasm, more interested in the prospect of untouched nature or trying his hand at art made through a new kind of medium. Logan would do the embarrassing tryhard LARP shenanigans he always did with his friends whenever a new competitive game came out, and Alex would go for walks in the woods and do medieval arts and crafts. That had more or less been the plan, until Logan dragged Alex into another one of his games again, the world of PvE.

Under his care, Alex learned the ins and outs of the "glasscannon" "ranged DPS" "kit" his brother orchestrated for him, with the understanding that Alex would leave for a guild more suited to his interests past a certain point.

Despite his initial insecurities he adapted quickly to Pariah. He focused on crafting armor to support himself financially, on the days he wasn't being made to train or serve as an auxiliary member to their guild's activities. Mostly robes for the magically inclined, but he began stepping into leathers and furs as he grew bored of doing too much of the same thing. In time, he began to make a name for himself among the denizens and wayfarers of Pariah.

It felt silly to admit it, but he was starting to understand his brother and every other player that was using the game to live their biggest fantasies. Having so many people finally appreciate your art, even if it was mostly just clothing after a while, was a thrill he had never anticipated.

Spells & Spell-like Abilities
Conjuration fletching

Conjuration ability that allows the user to create an arrow out of arcane energy for next to no energy expenditure. This ability can be "charged" to create a stronger arrow, but is slightly more demanding as a result and requires more time to employ.

Forest hunter

Conjures a heavier arrow with a tip that expands into a net. Can trap entities that are roughly humanoid and smaller for a limited amount of time. The conjured net dissipates after receiving enough damage.

Blowback roulette

Envelops the user in a small shield of wind for a very brief moment. Any projectile or magic attacks that hit them during the shield's duration will instead transfer into the ability of their next arrow.

Heads or tailwinds

A burst of powerful high-velocity wind channeled from the user's body. Used to make an arrow travel faster and hit harder, or simply help the user move. Can be used to throw an opponent off-balance, although physical contact is mandatory for this. Can be channeled for longer-lasting effects, with the consequence that it will exhaust its user far more.

Other Information
Although technically a member of his brother's guild, there's friction between its competitive bloodthirsty members and Alex, who only joined to learn the ropes. Alex is expected to leave after having proven himself capable enough. |

[User]
Location: City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria

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The fight was over before it'd even begin, torn apart by a pillar of frozen death. A burst of healing energy from one'a the chumps they'd rescued ran through Graves' shoulder: bones were set, tendons reattached, skin stretched and scarred over. And the pain dulled in a wave of foreign adrenaline.

Over too quickly. No time to savor. Irritation.

"Couldn't start with that?" Graves grumbled to Alja as she went to check on the lowbies. He regretted his tone even as he said it.

Fate would deem it the last thing he'd say to her. A rumbling like the growl of a giant filled the tunnels. It may have started distant, quiet, but it grew cacophonous in just a matter of seconds. Somebody was shouting but their voice was lost in the storm of onrushing water. No time to get out of the way. No time to haul ass to one of the side tunnels. Just long enough to stare ahead and wonder where it would sweep him away. He'd drown, right? Drown in shit water and wake up in his shitty apartment just long enough to go brain dead? It was kind of a hilarious image... in a macabre, terrifying sorta way.

Take in one last breath. Turn bad shoulder into the water- already fucked anyway. Shut eyes, tuck chin to chest. All he had time to do before he felt it slam into him. Water moving that fast was less like a liquid and closer to a concrete wall. It knocked all the air out of his lungs in an instant. His shoulder dislocated again. Feet left the ground, and he was spinning. Dragged backward for several seconds before he felt his weight jerked downward by something else- gravity. Free fall into the unknown.

A disgusting rush of sewer water filled his mouth just as everything went black.

[Assistant]
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Alja opened her mouth to throw a snarky remark back at Graves for his criticism of the way she'd handled the fight—some of us are trying not to use too much magic so we don't burn ourselves out, vampire boy, or something like that—but...no time. There was no time. The sound began as a distant gurgle, but swiftly filled her ears, and she only recognized a moment before she saw it what it was.

Shit.

She estimated she only had a few seconds before the water hit her. Really, she was lucky she was taking care of the newbies; it put her much farther from the looming tide. It had already swept past Rael and Graves, carrying them towards her all too quickly. She had no time to grab them before the water would be on her as well. So instead, she grabbed the hands of two of the lowbies, running as fast as she could towards the precipice and hoping the rest would follow her. Stomping her foot one last time, she accreted a narrow platform of ice beneath the drop-off, where with any luck the fast-moving water wouldn't strike with full force, and nearly tossed Yasmin and the white haired girl at it. "GO!" With any luck, they'd get down there in time, and with any luck, it'd hold. That done, she turned back to the wall of water now only feet from her. No time for anything else.

Unless...

She couldn't see Rael through the swampy, shitty water, but there was Graves, careening towards her. He'd been knocked head over ass, and she sucked in a breath. He'd have a hard landing. But she...

She poised herself on the edge and sucked in a final deep breath, everything in her screaming to not do what she was about to do. Then, as Graves was hurled past her, she threw herself at him, locking him in her armored embrace as they fell towards the water beneath. She hoped for just a moment that he was conscious, or if not, that he regained consciousness soon. And then, as she plummeted towards the water, she breathed in. And she Stood Firm.

Her vision flickered into shades of gray and her eyes followed suit, burning with a terrible monochrome light. She turned her head—the limit of the movement that Stand Firm permitted—and counted the seconds down until she hit the water. With any luck, she'd absorb enough of the impact for Graves to walk it off. Looked like there was a ramp at the edge there that she could haul him out from. Least one thing was going right. If it had just been a cistern with no edge, she probably would've been sunk. Figuratively and literally.

3...
2...
1...

She closed her eyes.

Zero.

The sound of the impact was tremendous as she shattered the surface of the water. Her Stand Firm broke, and she gagged as the cascade of shit-water pummeled her into the lake, squirming into her mouth and filling it with the taste of sewage. She screwed her eyes shut tighter as she forced herself to move forwards with Graves still gripped tightly to her chest, blindly kicking even as she sank deeper. Her lungs began to feel the pressure, and there was nothing beneath her still as her armor dragged her down into the filthy pool. Then the arms that wrapped Graves—still limp, and Alja feared the worst—bumped into something.

There!

Slogging through the sewer water, she hauled herself up the broad ramp one agonizing step at a time until she placed Graves (unconscious for sure) on his back on the relatively safe stone next to the pool, fighting the urge to collapse as she checked him, tilting back his head and neck. A thin stream of rancid water leaked from his mouth.

Oh thank God. He's breathing.

She sat heavily next to him, thankful that she wouldn't need to give emergency breaths to Graves of all people. That sounded embarrassing for both of them.


[System]
Species : Elf
Gender : Female
Age : 54
Height : 175

Jazdia is a tall elven woman with a pale complexion, blue eyes, and long, waist-length platinum blonde hair that she often let untied. Elves are all born beautiful and Jazdia was no exception. Her attractiveness is often described as an eternal winter barely touched by the sun's embrace. But that's just another way for the gentlemen to adore her face that seemed to always sport a perpetual frown. At least that's original.

Former leader of a peacekeeping organization, Jazdia understands it would be in her best interest to omit such details from her MO. Not that she is a wanted criminal or anything; she ended her tenure on a relatively high note actually. The thing about working as law enforcement is you will have no shortage of old enemies who would persistently try to even the scales with you even after retirement, and Jazdia does not wish to be tangled with such... nuisances.

So now, she is just Jazdia. An adventurer, restaurateur, and tea connoisseur. Yeah, just put that in her business card.

Traits and spells:

-Blood Phobia (passive)
Taking damage would result in lower combat efficiency. Jazdia will start sweating, having a shaky aim and blurred vision. At a certain threshold, her Ultravision cannot be activated.
-Curse of the crimson flame (passive)
Resting near any fire or under the sun would slowly regenerate her power and heal her wounds. However, any healing magic cast on her would instead deal damage.

-Arrow Enchantment.
Channels magic into her arrow. Can only use one type of arrow in a single turn. Has three flavors:
A. Crystal Arrows.
Glorified fireworks with an equally destructive explosion contained inside. Can be programmed to either explode upon impact, delayed, or remote detonation.
B. Crystal Arrows
Non Explosive variants, but hot as hell it pierces through plates and mails like a hot knife through butter. Armor Piercing, nuff said.

-Counter
Any close-range attack will be answered with heavy retribution. Figuratively speaking, sometimes this extended to the non-combat situation. Proceed with caution.

-Ultravision
Channeling magic to enhance her vision, Jazdia can see pass through solid objects and magical manipulation such as illusion and darkness. Imposes varying degrees of strain on her body depending on the area covered and elapsed duration. Prolonged abuse of this skill might result in myopia and gradual blindness.

-Vengeance
At this point, taking heavy damage would no longer weaken her. Now she is faster and deadlier and angrier. The third flavor of her enchanted arrows unlocked:
C. Poison arrows. Deals heavy damage over time. The enemy killed by this arrow will have their body burst into a swarm of black lepidopteran that attacks nearby hostiles until either they or the caster died, or the effect expires. At the end of its fleeting lifespan, the insect will return to the caster and heals her wounds. Has 3 days of cooldown.

Equipment
-Lurea
A recurve black bow adorned with gold and silver linings on its limbs. Has an absurdly light draw weight of 44 pounds.
-Maugrim
A long knife with ivory handle and elven runes inscribed on its blade.
-Medium-sized satchel bag
A plain-looking bag that doesn't seem too out of fashion despite being designed with function in mind.
-Pocket watch
A momento from her father. Well maintained and functioning properly.
-Medikit
Generic first aid kit.

[User]
"Alright, just roar if anything comes up. I'll follow you from a distance"

 Alright. Time to sort out the items from the saddlebags, and then Cedar's items.
 It's quite interesting, looking at how similar Cedar's inventory is to these kidnappers. Hand axes, knives, these... If he remembers correctly, these are called knapping tools? He himself quite never saw his need for these things used to create sharp stone tools. After all, he's able to pull a sizable supply of iron from within his own body.

 Cedar... Right, Matilda did call him Cedar, didn't she? Henri shrugged, realizing that he misassumed that his name is Cedrick because he once heard that Yvonne girl call her 'Ceddy'.
 That man Anderson was calling him Cedrick too, most likely because of Henri. Yet, he felt no obligation to fix this mistake. He will just let it be, as a tiny future source of hilarity.

 After melting the unnecessary metal tools and throwing away the saddle bags, sackcloths, and any non-metal parts of the knapping tools; he began equipping Cedar's gear with much care. The cloak of a 9-feet-tall bear is expectedly too long for his normal human size, and so he wrapped it partway on his neck like a thick scarf. His hand axe and knife are then sheathed on the right hip. His flints, placed in the left pocket. His leather-wrapped knapping tools, attached to his left hip. His rope, slung to his right shoulder. His ball of twine...

 This is quite an unusually-shaped item, this ball of twine. He reached for Cedar's barrel and attached a diagonal rod to the side of it, and hung the ball of twine onto it. He then wore the barrel on his back. It's good that they added this leather harness to it, turning it into quite a bulky backpack. Finally, his oversized boots and gloves are simply worn directly, even on top of his own shoes, and he'll just hold Cedar's shovel in the open and his big stick as a walking stick, he supposes.

 Henri began to walk, following Cedar from a huge distance as he said.

[Assistant]
Placidly padding along, the big lumbering form of the bear-man slowly made its leisurely way first up along the edge of the lake, to collect the tiny shriveled black berries that had been overlooked by the birds last winter from amidst the dangerous coils of prickles that were known as "GreenBriar." Birds and deer subsisted on the things during the winter months, as the perennial vine was semi-evergreen, and kept foliage on even in the winter-- or so his dad told him. He had never seen it himself. Whenever the weather started getting cold, the urge to go to sleep became overwhelming, and without even realizing it, he would just wake up several months later in time for spring.

The nasty little vines would serve their purpose quite well here, and would be a buffet for the birds this winter. Deer did not really like wading through the marshes, though he supposed the ice and snow would harden it up well enough for them to consider foraging among the ruins this winter.

Tucking quite a number of the shriveled little black bastards into the small pouch he had retained, and laced to the inside of his right arm, he had long since begun his long, shuffling and investigatory plod all around the ruins. There WERE a few edible roots and small fish hidden among the muck, and he was still very famished from his stay in the dungeon. It didn't hurt any to actually play the part he was 'pretending' to be-- especially since he knew how to do it, and it would serve several roles at once. It was a good hour or more before he was satisfied with having seeded the area with the vicious little horrors he had 'just so happened' to drop into the foraging holes he had been digging, while discretely prompting them to germinate, and greet the summer sun. He had continued 'subtly' coaxing their growth, while doing his lumbering "bear shuffle" amongst the muck and puddles, urging their roots to go deep and wide into the surrounding environs. The whole damn ruin site was now ringed in, like one giant bear trap, ready to be sprung.

Lazily, he waddled back up to the lake, carefully removed the small sack, then took a nice refreshing dip in the water to get all the mud (and old dungeon stench) off.

"Are you done yet?" was the complaint he was greeted with when he returned to Henri, who was wearing his clothes in a most peculiar manner. Almost comical.

"Yup. I thinks so. I'm ready when you is."

[User]
He listened, but not to understand. To him, their words were discordant noises, rambled by criminals either to rat out their partner-in-crime or to vaunt their innocence. Be it a plea, confession, or reason, he ignored it all as he toss them into the Rascade dungeon. And today, he expected it to not be any different.

But the first person to speak had brought a certain irregularity, and it started to get on his nerve. How dare they come to this place, deceived his men, and then stated, right in front of his face that they hold the information he was unworthy to hear?
His anger reached its peak when a certain former noblewoman spoke up and reinforce what the first trespasser said. Even more so when she brought up the name Matilda. Too long that she-orc had been the thorn in his side. So what? His Highness trusted her and now she acted like she owned Rascade.

"Be silent!" he rebuked, harsh and efficient. "I am not here to bandy words with an ungrateful daughter who ran away. How is Rosenving now? Did you crawl back to His Majesty's feet asking for His favor while your family begged for table scraps?"

Yvonne strode a pace forward, but suddenly Jazdia's clutched her by the shoulder, and she halted, glancing at the elf with clear disdain.

"Greetings, Constable Delving. I wholeheartedly acknowledged that the timing was less than ideal. But my friend was right, we are here on Fredricus' order." Jazdia opened her bag and reached for a transparent tube, which contained a piece of document, neatly rolled and tied with a red ribbon. She unknotted the ribbon and presented the paper so he can read it himself.

But the man furiously struck the elf's palm, causing the contract to be released from her grip and flutter away before landing on the grass.

The captain whirled at Keito, before continuing his admonishment loudly.

"Listen here, you cheap idiots! I asked a question, plain and simple and all of you made a fucking song and dance about it! I don't care who ordered you. I ask a fuckin question and you fuckin answer. Now is there any of you, in this sorry group who can answer, in plain Common? Please? Thank you!?"

As he speaks, a dozen of guards had made their position around them. All were armed, and they only waited for the Constable's order.

"Or maybe I should just haul all of you to Rascade Dungeon myself!"

[Assistant]
Chōnan snapped from both for stroking the Captain's man strength on the lady's palm and desecrating an important paper that had been sealed by the King himself.

"Mind if I put something first?" He said and pulled something from his bag and it was his mask during his prime on Knight's career. As he did a knight salute, an overwhelming ferocious aura has been released and those who caught feel flinches and recognize his prime status as a knight before. "Ex-Knight of cavalry unit, Kagetane Chōnan...

Late Sergeant, definitely going to haunt you down as you stroke that paper with the King's sealed into the ground. A yelling that pierce into your soul. Whole day of running around until your feet give up" He walked toward the place where the contract fell off. The surrounding guards that were meant to block him started to shaken and Chōnan felt disappointed. "These guards are not ready... yet... Their postures are weak and shaking. Even less trained Mechean surely fill vacant spots here." He picked up the contracted and handed back to Jazdia instead. He felt that the Captain himself can't be trusted to hand the contract. "It is classified from the top and I'm overseeing our guests for their work under Madame Matilda Ironsword. We had a business here and also I visited my late units and my superiors." Yes. He paid them a vist before he catch up with his party on the investigation area.

"As Milady's suggestion, go send a runner if you are not satisfied enough."