[System]
Age: 16
Rank: II
Nationality: German
Weapon: Twin short swords
Gear: A modified messengers bag that hooks over his left shoulder and rests on his right hip. It has specially placed sheaths for both of his weapons. But mainly it is used so he can have access to the various nicknacks he carries, along with a good amount of bandages, gauze, and suturing tools.

Appearance: Roughly standing at 6'7 and weighing roughly 215pounds, Raine is a fairly tall, lanky teenager. His hair is relatively long, going well past his shoulders and half-way down his back, falling in uneven blackish-blue locks. He often keeps it braided though or tied back or has a thick headband on, it is rare for him to leave it unmanaged. His eyes are pale green, which match rather well with his pale skin and lightly freckled cheeks. With his skin seeming to lack much color, despite the amount of sun he gets, it is very easy to see the countless scars that dot his body. Most of them are pale pink and old, though some are just a few shades whiter than his skin itself. Most of them take the shape of claw and bite marks. There are quite a few of them, though they do not often get seen.

As far as clothing goes, Raine is often found to be lacking in any kind of fashion sense. He doesn't like suits in the slightest, it is hard, if not impossible to get him to wear one. He is most often found in what most would call common-wear, consisting of long sleeved T-shirts, hoodies and jackets, baggy shorts, and anything else he finds comfortable. And quite often these objects of clothing do not match, either.

Personality: Quiet with a rather rich inner-world, Raine doesn't often initiate a conversation or speak up unless it is absolutely necessary. He mostly expresses himself through his facial features and body language, which is very expressive most of the time if people look, its easy to catch him smirking or dragging his feet in irritation. He is truly a very friendly and accepting fellow of everyone, always enjoying watching those around him with great interest. It is hard, if not nearly impossible to actually anger or irritate him. He is more likely to burst into tears rather than he is to start yelling, though.

History: Around the time Raine five, he was found by a Knight in an abandoned home while on a hunt for a Warlock. It was by a spur of bad luck that the monster had used young Raine to lure the Knight in for the kill. Or well, that was what its plan had been. But instead the Knight turned the tables on the monstrosity and managed to destroy it, at the cost of nearly loosing an arm. It was at that time in Raine's child-filled panic that caused his light to show itself, managing to not only mend the woman's arm, but also tending to his own gashes and cuts that the creature had caused when coercing him to be bait. Since it was unknown if he had family or where he was from, Raine was adopted by the Knight that had rescued him, which resulted in the start of his training. He was brought along on many trips and the learning of his abilities and more about the monsters that had left him with so many scars.

By the time he was 12, he entered his Knighthood and was assigned to Greyridge.

Hobbies: Much despite his quietness, Raine actually really enjoys reading out-loud to people. He likes to read in general and actually finds a lot of fun in various sports.

Style: Support
Abilities: Able to mend wounds by focusing light into his hands or an object. Often he imbues bandages and other things with light to gradually mend minor wounds and sometimes greater (non-lifethreatening) wounds. The bandages can also alleviate pain and prevent/dissolve infection. But for things like broken bones or the alike he is required to touch them, otherwise it could take days or longer to heal them. The amount of healing he is able to do is highly dependent on how much energy he has. The less energy he has, the less effective his healing is. His healing can be fairly self-exhausting, depending on how long it takes him to heal the various wounds. It isn't entirely uncommon for him to be napping frequently in odd places.

[User]
Looking from Daniel to Jasmine, Katsu tilted his head to the side, "'No incidents to report,' huh?" The lady scratched the back of her head, knowing full well she should have mentioned Stacie's condition, but everyone was handling the extra work well. She was likely to be back in a few days anyway, TERA had a great health plan, as well as other methods of take care of their employee's well being. "Well," she responded, "I figured I'd tell you when it came up. It wasn't anything bad, she just landed wrong. Very wrong." Luckily before the conversation could go any farther she was saved by the buzzer, which she quickly tended to.

"Either way, send her flowers on my behalf. She likes tulips if I'm not mistaken." A secretary was as much a part of the team as any Knight, and Katsu cared for them all equally as friends and valued allies. Turning his attention back to Daniel. "At ease Sir Dashing. Inform the school I will be happy to be there if they have no objections, and inform Lord Todita that I will be free for dinner tomorrow night." Attending school functions was important to Katsu, since where else would he get a chance to scout new members of TERA. It's not easy for people to come to terms with a special ability, so the faster someone finds it, the easier their life will be, whether or not they decide to join the Agency. Lord Todita was another matter. The man had been a longtime family friend, working closely with Katsu's father. Their meetings often mixed business with friendship, and one way or another, he could not disappoint him.

Ms. Gilboa buzzed in Aaron their newest recruit. An interesting man to say the least, but there was something more to him that Katsu just couldn't put his finger on. His blue hair was an oddity but if you travel the world long enough you will find more than a few oddities. "Sir Hodges," he greeted, accepting the man's handshake. "I've been told there was no action in my absence, I hope that's not disappointing, you will get a chance soon enough to show us all what you have. How have you been fairing in my absence? The same goes for you too Sir Dashing, you made no mention of how you are doing this evening."

[Assistant]
"Very well Sir, thank you for asking." Daniel replies. "Just enjoying the quiet night, trying to keep busy."

He rather enjoyed a quiet night like this every once in a while. A quiet night was a sign that they were doing a good job, and it allowed him to attend to the seemingly endless pile of unofficial duties he managed to find for himself. At present that was filling in for Stacie, whose desk he sat back down at when given leave to. He eagerly picked up the phone and dialed the number Lord Tobita had given him. He got a machine, but left a message that Sir Fukui was eager to meet with him tomorrow night. He would call Principle Constance tomorrow morning. For now, he got right back to reading and filing strange incident reports to see whether any of them warranted serious investigation.

There was so much work the secretary had to do, but he figured that if he pulled an all-nigther Stacie would come back to a totally empty in-box. Wouldn't that be a nice surprise.

[User]
Sweat rolled down her back under her tight-fitting tank top as she slowly lowered herself down into another diamond push up, and then pushed back up with just as much control. The muscles under her dark colored skin bulged from the exertion of her work out, but she kept a flat look on her face, almost as if she was just going through the motions, her mind seemingly elsewhere. Which, indeed, it was. She hadn't been out lately on a job, not that she deeply cared to go defending the citizens of Greyridge from the big bad beasties they summon up. It was more of a feeling that it seemed... quiet. Too quiet. Her family's tech wouldn't be effective if there wasn't anything to kill with it.

Ayashe pushed herself up again, this time from a one armed push up, and then stood to her full height and began to towel herself off. She wasn't incredibly tall, but she was well built, and probably spent more time in this gym in the last month than she had actually fighting the denizens of despair in her entire Knighthood. Her unruly hair was tamed into a thick braid that hung in between her shoulder blades, and her body shone with a layer of perspiration that was impossible to towel off completely.

She gave the opposite wall a scowl as her thoughts swirled. "I need to go for a walk..." She muttered under her breath, so low that if anybody else were in the gym, they wouldn't have heard her. Throwing her towel over her shoulders, she set up and out of the gym, taking a quick moment to grab a water from the kitchen, before continuing the rest of the way up the stairs. When her head poked out, she was greeted by too many people for her liking, including her superior, Katsu Fukui. It took a monumental effort for her to not groan audibly, she was hoping to just slink out without any formalities.

"Oh look what a haul the cat dragged in. Hello fellows, how wonderful it is that you're keeping up the good fight – no really, amazing work there, DeeDee." Her voice came out as sardonic as she could afford to make it as she gave Daniel two thumbs up. Her gaze went around the room to take in the rest of the people there as she casually held on to the ends of her towel still draped over her shoulders. "Mister Monk Man," She said with a semi-respectful nod to Katsu. "Blueberry Boy," She gave Aaron an exaggerated salute, obviously meant to be mocking.

While taking, she managed to slink to the door leading outside. "Unless a gremlin is munching on the brains of toddlers, I'm going for a walk. That cool with you?" She looked to Katsu for affirmation as her hand gripped the door handle, which seemed like she wanted to claw at to get out, all the while managing one of her famous deadpan stares.

[Assistant]
Aleksandr kept a relatively low profile in the corner of the room. He preferred to listen than to talk in most situations. His face was hidden behind a heavy tome, simply titled 'Advanced Organic Chemistry Unit 5'. There had been a bit of lull recently, a change of pace from normal. He took these lulls in his stride, they gave him time to indulge his other interests, well at least when he wasn't engaged in non hunting work. This was city life, infinite information at his finger tips, it was impossible to get bored.

The boss returned though and with him a lot of noise. It was a tempo change but not unwelcome. He didn't currently have anything to report, the uneventfulness was leading to a feeling of unproductiveness but that didn't mean there wasn't anything to hear. There was one report of disappearances of young women, but he had discovered that that was human activity, not even warlocks at that. It was bad but it wasn't really the Knights' remit and he had already informed the police. The pleasantries of the other knights' were suddenly interrupted by Ayashe in her traditional style. However she passed over him when making her round of insults.

"Ayashe, you're making me feel excluded, what did I do wrong?" Alexandr joked through his thick Russian accent. "Are you sure you don't need someone to walk with you in case you run in a child chomping demon?"


[System]
Themes
Hysteria-Nano
Fine on the Outside

Status
A Phoenix Wing Member. Has Second Origin Unlocked. Emotionally unstable.
Age
19

Birthday:
July 30

Magic
Transformation Magic- Karn has the ability to transform into any living creature be it beast or human as long as he has seen it. The bigger and more powerful the transformation is, the more magic it uses.

It is a powerful magic that comes with a high risk. If the user should get too stressed out, feel a abundant amount of negative dark feelings such as doubt, low self esteem or confidence, and most of all fear while in another form. This risks losing their normal self to the one they currently are in. Acting to what the user believed the transformation would act. For example, a cat. A cat would meow and not talk, eat fish and chase mice and sleep quite a bit during the day. All the user would act like, believing he was just a cat. The user uses up all of their magic, staying transformed until the magic is out. This of course, can lead to death due to a Mage's life force connected with their magic.

Eastern Chimera Slayer Magic- Eastern Chimera Magic utilizes the power of Solarlight Fire, using the sun's light as energy. It consists of very hot fire attacks based on the sun's core to make scorching attacks. Users can eat fire to gain strength, but this is most effective during sunlight. Fire is still edible during dark, but not too effective as a energy source. Fire and light attacks are not effective against this user.

Eastern Chimera Roar: A powerful breath attack that unleashes a destructive blast of golden flames, burning and penetrating anything in its path with destructive force.

Eastern Chimera Solar Claw: Hands/paws are encased with golden flames to shape giant claws and strike at foes in a melee offense.

Eastern Chimera Golden Flame Armor: The body is encased in golden flames in order to create a sort of offensive barrier that burns those that touches it.

Eastern Chimera Healing Tongue: Using the light in order to heal physical injuries with the tongue and seal a ally's wound.

Eastern Chimera Fist: Encases the user's hand in golden flame to increase punching attack.

Eastern Chimera Bite: The user's mouth emits golden flames, creating golden flame fangs and making a powerful crunching motion to the opponent.

Eastern Chimera Tail Slam: Golden Flames shape a Eastern Chimera tail to slam against opponents. Stretching out to increase range.

Eastern Chimera Explosion: Fire erupts from the body like a bomb, causing a explosion of flame in a area of effect attack.

Regular Transformations

Karn's currently most powerful form. Being both a powerhouse and a speedy creature. With deadly claws, fangs and horns. It has a tough hide, and heals faster then average forms. Karn is able to keep this form for a week straight without battle.

A large venomous snake that is large enough and big enough to wrap itself around a human. It's poison can be deadly if not properly treated. Though the antidote is commonly known for this type of snake. It also secretes a paralyzing venom that is temporary, length depends on the person's body. Karn can last two weeks in this form.

Not necessarily a strong creature, being a regular house cat, but a few scratches still doesn't feel good! Plus it's adorable and Karn often likes being it since it does not require as much magical energy. Karn can last a month in this form or any small form.

Also not necessarily a strong creature and is more used as a resting form for the user. A sub species of the Eastern Chimera. This is one form that does not hinder the user by using up magic. Used to help heal and rest magical energy. It's pretty small, about the size of a cat with a long tail like the Eastern Chimera. It can breathe a puff of golden solar flame, fly, and climb but is otherwise pretty useless in a fight.

Pegasus's are known to be fast rideable flyers, big enough to fly with two people. They are not real fighters, having very little to defend themselves. Still they are both fleet footed on land and in the sky. Making a excellent way of travel. So Karn doesn't usually transform into it unless he needs to get somewhere. Karn can last two weeks in this form.

Magic Level
A

History
Karn grew up in a fairly small eastern town, he had loving parents and a elder brother. However, at the age of six, his mother had gotten caught in a storm during a fishing trip she took him on, inevitebly drowning to her death. He had barely survived the incident. When his father realized what happened, he became depressed and started to drink more. Karn's elder brother had to work hard in order to keep them fed. Their father was a bad alcoholic, and took out his frustrations on Karn, blaming him for his mother's death and ended up doing quite a bit of horrific things a parent can do to a child. Karn's elder brother ignored him, wanting no part in his younger brother's or was simply too busy to pay any mind to anything.

At the age of ten, Karn discovered his magical ability when he accidentally changed into a cat in order to get away from his father. When his father discovered such a ability, Karn was disowned and kicked out of the house, raving about how his magic proved he was a devil's child that only killed and destroyed. He wandered the lands for around a month before bumping into a guild wizard who happened to have transformation magic. Since his mother died, Karn hadn't smiled so big after meeting his Master, Rian. A powerful woman who treated her pupil like a son. For years he trained under her, while listening her tales on guild life and how it was like a real family. Karn craved such a livelihood, and after his master mysteriously disappeared, he continued traveling the land in order to search for her and join a guild he can call a home.

Personality
Karn is a pretty carefree fun loving girlish man. He honestly could be mistaken either gender due to his pretty looks. Although unexpectedly, he seems to rather enjoy playing either role. He's pretty playful and often a curious sort who ends up getting into a bit of trouble on his own. He revels in making friends and attempting to please others to the best of his abilities. He's a bit immature and acts just like a child, while being a bit directionally challenged, but when push comes to shove in a serious situation, he will fight for his friends to his grave. He's highly dependent, seeming to favor other words highly and gets lonely easily. He also trusts easily, which can lead into him being take advantage of. Karn also has several animal like habits. Like licking himself, sniffing things, playing with yarn balls, and other things.

Team Members
Trinity?

Three Strengths
1. His Chimera form has a tough hide, strength and speed.
2. He's friendly and kind hearted.
3. Brave(except with water) and loyal in and out of battle.

Three Weaknesses
1. He has a terrifying fear of water. Of any kind.
2. Tends not to be much of a thinker and often thinks of others before himself.
3. His Father.

Greatest Love
Watermelon and cute fluffy animals.

Motivation
Friendship

Stands around 5'0 and his build seems fairly lean and small though he has a pretty toned body due to his years of training. Though he's usually still mistaken as girlish sometimes. His Guildmark is a teal color and on the left side of his neck. Wears usually raggedy clothes of a holed up black jacket, grey shirt, and black pants.

Additional Details

- He doesn't enjoy transforming into bugs. Finding the experience weird and freaky.

- Be it oceans, rivers, lakes, rain, or a glass of water... Karn will freak out.

- He seems to enjoy dancing, singing and cross dressing.

- He dreams of seeing a dragon so he can transform into one.

- He's a pretty good tracker, and utilizes his animal form's senses well.

- He can actually cook pretty well.

[User]
Edolas Sayuri
Sayuri just looks at Sasha for several seconds before sighing and turning towards the guildhall, "You shouldn't be so dismissive Sahsa. You have no idea why I do what I do. You're trying to help the people by putting the rightful Heir back. That will give Pheonix Wing great recognition and praise regardless of your intentions. If I succeed do you know what I'll get Sasha? Peace of mind. My actions probably won't even be thought about ten years from now. Maybe you should try to understand someone before deciding whether or not to trust them. I'll meet you two at the other stable. Don't open it though Tsuki will rip your throat out if you do," without looking back she walks into the guildhall ignoring everyone. She walks into Jamie's office and grabs her jacket and puts it on. She then walks over to where Edo-Jarvis put her swords, grabs them, and walks out again. Arriving at the stable she waits for Sasha to open the doors before calming Tsuki and climbing on her back, "Climb on but be careful. She might still lash ot even with me here."

Despite her calming there was still an audible growl coming from the white legion. It's eyes trained on the only other two people around assuming they were the cuase for Her masters aggitation.

[Assistant]
For a moment, Fleo was taken aback by the guild hall. It was a little worn around the edges, certainly, but it both looked like and gave off the vibe of a place both a home and a business. She didn't have long to look around, though, as she was approached by an individual almost immediately. Fleo found that she had a tough time describing this person, as if their features were perfectly fluid, everything and nothing at once. She couldn't even tell what gender the person was, which put her slightly on edge. When that individual identified as nothing less than the Guild Master, Fleo was momentarily stunned.

Then, her surprised expression melted into one of joviality. "My name is Fleo Plector, from Nepenthe. I'm a wizard and have traveled a long way to be here!" From the way she said it, Fleo obviously relished the aforementioned travel, rather than hating it. "I'm here to become a part of your guild, if you'll have me...Master?" She held out a bandage-swaddled hand to shake, and though her hand jittered in a somewhat nervous fashion, it was obvious from her earnest expression that she was fully committed to this act.


[System]
AONÉ INALOR
"I'm not sure you understand, so let me clear it up for you"

B A S I C S

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AGE

102 in elf years

RACE

Elf

CLASS

Sorceress

OCCUPATION

Medic

ORIGINATES FROM

Havenloft

IF OUTSIDE TORVELT

An ancient and sacred forest to the north, known for being inhabited by elves.

P H Y S I C A L A T T R I B U T E S

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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Not the tallest of elf, Aoné stands around 5 foot 8, while taking on the definitive pointed ears and slim features of her ancestors. While not the strongest either, she's surprisingly more toned than one would think having to wrestle down more than a few rowdy and wounded folk of Torvelt so she could work properly. A few scars lay scattered across her body when she learned the hard way what the more aggressive folk of the city were like, having been slashed at trying to do the same job, especially during the earlier time of her stay. She's certainly gotten tougher since and isn't afraid to act that way.

STRENGTHS

* With age comes wisdom
* During her travels (and during her time in Torvelt), Aoné's come to know quite a few people
* She's very quick to adapt to new situations

WEAKNESSES

* Working under pressure
* Not well trained for intense combat, she usually needs someone to rely on to protect her
* Doesn't posess the greatest people skills

P S Y C H O L O G I C A L A T T R I B U T E S

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PERSONALITY

Intuitive | Sharp-tongued | Curious | Independent | Apathetic | Distant | Decisive | Disciplined | Perceptive

SEXUALITY

Lesbian

FEARS

* Being overly dependent on someone
* People larger than her (She gets rather defensive)
* Not being worth something

GOALS

* To travel the rest of the world
* Gaining as much medical knowledge as she can

S K I L L S

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A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges.

Nightvision

Able to see 60 ft ahead of her with little to no light.

Booksmart

An arcane spellcaster, she knows quite a bit of knowledge of magic. Born to a wealthy family, she also had access to many sources of information, especially history and language.

Meditation

Unlike humans, Aoné doesn't need to sleep being an elf. Instead or around 4 hours a day, she meditates in a trance like state that equals that of 8 hours of sleep.

Horseback riding

Trained from a young age, Aoné has taken to horseback pretty easily. Having been traveling for awhile, she's only honed those skills over the years.

M A G I C

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Cure Wounds

Able to heal minor wounds, Aoné uses this skill pretty frequently.

Mass Heal Wounds

A more intense spell than the one above, this is able to heal greater wounds but at more of a cost. Draining energy faster, she doesn't use this spell nearly as often

Cordon of Arrows

A spell in which if she places four arrows or crossbow bolts in the ground and places magic upon them, any creature that gets close to 30 ft to them, one of the pieces will fly up and target them. Mostly used as a protection spell, whenever she's alone she uses this spell.

G E A R

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ITEMS ON PERSON

* Two small bundles, one for medicinal herbs and another for spices.
* A small journal she uses for taking note of the places she's been, some pages containing pressed flowers.
* A basic grimoire, she carries this for her spells.

WEAPONS

* A medium sized staff, wooden and designed with intricate carvings.
* A small dagger she keeps close by, just in case she needs to use it

H I S T O R Y

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Born to a very highly known and wealthy family, Aoné was raised very nearly in the center of Havenloft among her many other siblings. The Inalor family is known to deal its hand in sorcery, creating many great elven mages throughout the generations. Not only that, they also trained in sword fighting and archery along with trade and politics. A jack-of-all-trades kind of family, it was only common sense to know of all the responsibilities and hardships one had to endure to uphold the family name. As being a part of this family, it was greatly stressed among Aoné and her siblings to further the family lineage with a strong ambition and strive for success, pride, and power.

Fortunately and unfortunately, Aoné never was much interested in family affairs, she preffered to focus her studies in sorcery, spending most of her time in the library. But because her prowess in sword fighting and archery was less than proficient, and her attitude was considered crude by her elders, she could clearly see that favor was not in her direction. Her family often tried to "correct" her, but she found that with enough time and persistance they're lenience grew and so did her freedom. It was around this time when her curiousity for the outside world piqued, and soon after, she packed her bags and practiced the little spells that she knew before heading off. Leaving when no one was watching, she left only a letter addressing quite formally why she left and that she'd probably never return.

Throughout her travels, she picked up the art of medicine, helping those in need along the way. She doesn't recall how long she's been traveling, nor how she heard about Torvelt, but she remembered how she felt when she first entered. Compared to other places, especially Havenloft, this place seemed in need for a change, one that she hoped she would bring. Aoné didn't dwell in the politics of this place too much, but when the fog began and she couldn't do anything about it, her curiousity took over and the hunt to find the cure began.

[User]
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Z O S I M O S B L A C K C O I L

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Zosimos eyed the gathering of travellers in the royal court with suspicion from underneath her hooded cloak and nimbly side-stepped any who drew too close to her person. She kept to the back of the hall, sequestering herself in a nook behind a lit torch that was attached to the wall. There she hid in the dancing shadows the flames cast and observed those who came forward to answer the King's quest – a fool's quest. Many times, between setting foot inside the royal castle and leaving behind her reclusive life in Torvelt's mountain forests, Zosimos had questioned her own sanity following her decision to journey to Koprust to embark upon this fool's quest. As many travellers turned and filtered out of the King's hall after his wise words of warning, she mused that many shared her thoughts on the matter.

Whilst Zosimos held the Prince no ill will, she did not desire to forfeit her own life in the search for his – and yet, her feet remained rooted to the spot. The very thought of banding together with an assortment of miscreants and would-be heroes had the Tiefling's pistris-like teeth tingling in her mouth. She watched closely as members of this band stepped forward and wondered what motivated them to do so. For some it seemed it was honour; for others perhaps it was compassion of some kind; and for those like herself, it was the promise of the King's reward should they succeed.

It was that tendril of faith in this promise and what she would claim from it that finally gave Zosimos the nerve to walk through the remaining members of the Hall towards the King and Queen. She stopped in front of them and lowered her hood. She heard a few gasps and sharp intakes of breath as eyes fell upon her disfigured face and demonic features. Zosimos's hand tightened on her Warlock's staff. She gave a small bow to the King and then to the Queen before lifting her eyes – or rather, her one good eye – to meet theirs.

"Zosimos Blackcoil. I pledge my staff in the quest to find your son," the Tiefling spoke calmly before moving off to follow her fellow companions.

[Assistant]
Naldir was ready to leave before the King even began to speak. As he stood in the great hall, standing among adventurers of every kind, Naldir felt out of his element. He had long surrendered his sword and shield, instead walking the path of a civilian. But why then did he feel so unfulfilled. His thoughts nagged at the back of his mind, as did the words of the divine interloper. For the past several nights the God Amaldi had come to him in nocturnal visions, pleading for him to return to the path of the just. And now for several days Naldir had attempted to ignore the pleas, as he did now, moving to leave the hall.

It was then that the King began to speak with a mighty voice that had a quiver of sadness. Naldir turned back to hear what he had to say, owing the Lord that honour at least. As Naldir listened he pondered over the quandary that was the Fog. For many weeks he heard tales of it, how it swallowed people up forever. He had also heard whispers of the Prince disappearing, but it was still a shock when King Brand confirmed it. Naldir felt a knot form in his stomach as he remembered what it was like to feel like you have lost someone very close to you. He focused on that feeling as the King continued talking, even glossing over the reward. There was nothing physical that Brand could offer Naldir, he did not need riches or land. Naldir was painfully aware that no mortal could repair his soul, for he truly believed that it had been damaged.

Naldir remained in the hall as many began to leave, obviously not ready for the danger required in dealing with the Fog. As Naldir began to think that everyone may leave, a Half-Elf approached the King and knelt before him, swearing herself to the cause. Immediately afterwards several others approached, first another Half-Elf, then a fearsome looking Dragonborn, a Dwarf and a Man, a Minotaur of all things, then a lady Tiefling. All pledged themselves to the cause. Most of the others had left the room and Naldir greatly considered following them. Surely this was enough heroes, as they all seemed quite capable. But Naldir remembered the lessons of a Paladin, that an extra blade in good faith is always needed. With the knot tightening in his stomach, Naldir stepped forward.

"My name is Naldir Kadim, and I shall pledge you Lord my sword and shield," Naldir said as he knelt, "As I devote myself to returning the young Prince."

Naldir looked up, locking eyes with the King. Realizing that there was no going back now, Naldir stood up and followed after the others who had sworn themselves to this quest. In the back of his mind he recalled the dreams of Amaldi telling him to follow the path to redemption.


[System]
Niah Bautista

Character Quote: Do you so swear?

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Character Summary
Aliases: Oath Keeper
Age: 14
Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003
Ethnicity: Filipino
Birth Place: Manila, Philippines
Godly Parent: Styx
Legacy: Styx
Cohort: 2nd Cohort
How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2
Gender: Female
Rank: Centrion
Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah)
Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin

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Appearance
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 130lbs
Body Type: Petit
Eye Color: Golden brown
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol
Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors.

She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter.

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Psychology
Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic

Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know)
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep.
Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty
Habits: Chewing her lip
Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles
Fears:
* Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it
* Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain)
* Her sister being found dead...or worse

Likes:
* Her cohort
* War games
* Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp)
* Traveling
* Reading
* Horse back riding

Dislikes:
* Oathbreakers (She loathes them)
* Bad/bitter food
* Itchy clothing
* Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early)
* Apples
* Bad movie remakes of good movies
* Fauns

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one)
* Odikinesis

General Skills:
* First aid
* Law
* Botony
* Horseback riding
* Conflict management
* Roman Mythology

Combat Skills:
* Short sword
* Siege engine
* Military tactics
* Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies

Magic Item:
* Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother)
* Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals.
* Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins
* Backpack
* Current reading book
* A notebook (with some sketches and notes)
* A pen
* spare hair tie
* Advil
* Chapstick
* A bottle of nectar
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Possessions In Bunk:
* Spare clothes
* A secondary, non-magical weapon
* A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom)
* A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp
* An extra blanket
* A reading flashlight
* Her next few books that she plans to read
* Lotion
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History

Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath.

Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that.

Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda

Extra Information: See Andy's cs
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
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☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak
Skills: N/A

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 Nancy nodded, beaming with pride as Niah asked her just what else she could do with her gift. "I haven't tried bursting someone's brain like that before, but yeah, I think I'd be able to find the note - just might take some trial and error." It essentially came to trying out pitches at random, sometimes she had the approximate pitch she needed memorized (like for glass) yet she hadn't tried to make someone's head into a bomb before. That would be a fun way to kill monsters though - to just sing or whistle and have them explode. She snickered as the unsuspecting mortal walked on by, looking like he had pissed his pants. Had she not already been claimed by Apollo, she could have easily passed for a child of Mercury.

 "Hey Niah... Are you immune to getting wet?" Nancy asked, thinking. Niah's mother was a river goddess - sure, the Styx wasn't the average river but it was a river all the same. "Maybe you've got some Neptune like powers waiting to be unlocked. Rome could finally have a fighting chance when it comes to water battles." She shifted how she was sitting in her seat, propping one foot up against the bottom of her seat, letting her lean forward on her elevated knee. It was nice to think about the War Games and to just talk about the ways they were strong, powerful, badass women.

[Assistant]
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Niah Bautista

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Location: On the train
Skills: Odikinesis

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"I look forward to the lessons Professor Crane." Niah grinned at Mads. The grin Nancy gave her for her idea was worrisome. Maybe the idea was too dark if Nancy was enjoying the possibilities. "Warn me if you decide to do that in a room crowded with angry people with swords." Niah couldn't decide if she would watch or leave. Watching would be entertaining, but she did not want to have to deal with the fallout. As she thought that though Niah considered that Nancy was a friend and she would have her back if Nancy was in trouble. This, however, would be a trouble of her own making. Trouble she could easily avoid if she just didn't blow up cups around angry people with swords.

"Tragically I didn't get that gift." Niah sighed a little wistfully. She would have loved to have the ability to manipulate water. It was nice discussing what use their gifts could have outside what they had already used it for so far. She paused as she watched the now soaked guy storm off. Niah snickered but shook her head and reached out calming him. It would hopefully at least keep the guy from yelling at some poor train staff member.

[User]
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Madalyne Crane

Location: Amtrak Station San Francisco -> Medford, Oregon, Amtrak Station
Skills: N/A

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It took a few hours, and there weren't any monsters that had gotten onto any of the stops on their way Madalyne ended up taking alittle bit of a nap just to pass the time her head resting against the table that they were sitting on. Until she heard the announcement that they were going to be making a small stop in Medford to stretch out and for those who needed it to have a smoke break as well. She stretched out slightly letting out a little bit of a yawn and looked towards the others.

"I'm going to get some air real quick." Madalyne said as she climbed off of the train seeing some people were there as well, some were just getting off as well. Either it was their train stop or they were also boarding. Madalyne looked around seeing what looked to be a bunch of biker guys just getting up from where they were sitting, she started to feel a little bit suspicious of them. But they were talking amongst themselves, as Madalyne remained calm for the most part digging into her pockets, and occasionally looked at the group seeing about ten of them in all as well.

[Assistant]
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☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: Medford, Oregon - Amtrak
Skills: Sleight of Hand

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 "I'm gonna get us some food," she told Niah and Madalyne, before getting up as well. She didn't mention how she was going to do it. She figured Niah would rather not know. She had her pack on her, just in case she somehow ended up not being able to make it back on the train and was stranded in Oregon for a few days. On her way off, she "bumped" into someone heading on, stealthily grabbing their wallet. Once she was off the train, she grabbed the cash and discretely threw the wallet back onto the train, figuring the owner would want it back.

 She had scored them $26. There was a Jack in the Box nearby, so she figured she'd buy as much food for them as she could and bring it back to the train. It was such a quick trip, she figured she could handle herself. Nancy put the money into her pockets and started walking in that direction, whistling slightly as she went. A sickening feeling formed in her stomach, like someone was watching her, stalking her. She turned her head over her shoulder and saw about ten bikers. The feeling in her stomach worsened. Her hands shook slightly. Her palms grew sweaty. She wanted to chalk it up to imagination but... life was never that kind for demigods.


[System]
Gender:Male

Age:16

Appearance: Noboru is short, standing at 5 foot 6 or about 167 cm. He is a relatively lightweight child, but makes up for it by building every bit of muscle in his body, resulting in a thin, but well muscled man. his hair color is lighter than black, but darker than gray. his face is relatively average, with his nose being rather short, and having a well defined jawline. On his chin stands a small amount of hair stubble, but his upper lip is well shaved.

Arcana:Strength

Personality:Noboru is a brave teenager and usually relies on himself and lets others rely on him, but is prone to throwing tantrums when he can't fix a problem by himself. He is rather dull and prefers exercising his muscles to exercising his brain. He tries to befriend most people he comes across never trying to give up on being their friend.

Equipment/Skills:heavy duty sports tape, Skilled in wrestling and boxing, Very strong.

Background: Born the fourth and final child to a retired singing father and a choreographing mother, Noboru was raised trying to learn how to sing and dance. His parents realizing that he was hopeless in these talents around the age of eight, gave up on him and focused more on his siblings. Unfazed by this, Noboru replaced the time his parents used to spend with him teaching how to dance and sing with working out and exercising his body. Any chance he could get, Noboru would be exercising, instead of studying for school. Not wanting others to feel alone as he did due to his parents, Noboru tries to befriend others at very high costs. When he got into high school, Noboru immediately joined the wrestling team, hoping to become the captain. In his off time, Noboru practices boxing.

Persona: Atlas

Appearance:
Abilities:Kill Rush, Counter

Here is Noboru.

Name:Aiko & Akari Yamamoto (Twins) AIko-Male, Akari-Female

Age: 18

Appearance:The Fabulous Twin Duo!

Arcana:N/A

Personality:Being twins, Aiko and Akari are very similar. They both have a similar flair for the dramatic, opposite of the down to earth Noboru. They love to make fun of their youngest brother when they get the chance, not knowing when to truly stop it. They are rather defensive of other people making fun of him, but this is more of a "My punching bag not yours" kind of attitude.

Equipment/Skills:Acting and Singing.
Akari-Acting, Aiko-Singing.

Background: Born as the eldest twins of a famous singer and actor, they are perfectly talented at everything their parents are, if not more.

Persona:N/A

Here is the twins.

Gender:Fenale
Age:14
Appearance:

Personality-A chipper and upbeat school girl.

Equipment/Skills:Her adorable charm.

Background:Tis a secret to everyone.

[User]
Accepting the Fool King

Matt had no idea what was going on anymore, heck he didn't understand what was going on in the beginning but now there were people fighting the thing that claimed to be him. Wait wasn't one of the guys Noboru? and the others were at the hospital with him… No this wasn't the time to think about stuff like that, they were fighting because of him… because he couldn't… wouldn't accept who he was.

The thing they were fighting was no imposter was it… But how could he admit to being so terrible anybody would want to deny being like that. No thats just running away.
As if it was all predetermined the group knocked down the shadow in an all out attack, it was down for the count and the perfect time to confront it, no that isn't the right word.

"stop it damn it." Matt said as he got up.
"I….your not… damn it" Matt started to mumble "i'm so ashamed… to admit it… I don't want for it to be like.. damn it" Matt walked over to the shadow as it reverted to its human appearance.
"I never thought i'd have to face myself so literally…. I've been lying to myself and others all this time" Matt took another pause and deep breath.
"Everything you said is true.. at the beginning i just wanted to be accepted… but being a country bumpkin i couldn't live it down… no matter how good i was at things it never changed how people looked at me… like some fool, so i lied and pretended to be fine with it… pretended it would all be ok as long as i was accepted by others and people would listen to me"
biting his lip Matt continued.
"But it wasn't enough… I wanted more.. i wanted to be more than a fool… I wanted to be something greater so I came to Japan where I would be a smart foreigner and use it as levi"

"I admit it ok… you're me and i'm you… but this is wrong.. we can't dominate people to be accepted, after this lets find a real way to be accepted by others." Matt finally fully accepted the shadow. no himself.

and the shadow smiled as it faded and took on a new form.

Matt fell down to his knees again and turned his head to the group that rescued him.
"sorry to cause you all so much trouble"

[Assistant]
-Sunday 19th April 2015-

Leiko Hamada: Warakuma Mall

As soon as Leiko turned her attentions on the new guy, Kasumi was quick to excuse himself from the situation, making some halfhearted comments about missing the next drama session before swiftly leaving, to her own chagrin. Here she was, standing up for him and this was her just reward: left to pick up the pieces.

Exit: stage left, she thought dryly as she watched Sieghardt disappear into the crowds before once again focusing on the one that caused all this interruption. It wouldn't be long however, before yet another zealous Drama candidate appeared into the fray, leaving Leiko absolutely exasperated. It was like she was being hounded by her own club today.

Maki Moritomi was most definitely a lively fellow, everything from his mannerisms to his speech, and Leiko couldn't tell whether this was a virtue or a curse. She forced a pleasant smile when he arrived (although her eyes hardened slightly at the careless use of her name), and met his carefree question with blunt honesty. "Not particularly. I was purchasing materials for Drama Club, but luck appears not to be on my side. One of our members has been left quite upset from the comments of this person, and quite frankly, I want nothing more than to go home and run myself a hot bath. Perhaps then, I shall have the chance to enjoy myself."

Leiko let out a sigh of relief once she was done with her tirade, and true to her word, left to finish her purchases and collect her friends before returning back home.

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Saya Ueno: Warakuma Mall

Saya was relieved to hear Rokoru's indifferent response, the expression evident on her face as she felt the tension release from her facial muscles. "Oh no, no I don't mind at all! I was worried you might mind, since you know, you're the Club President, and I'm you know, nobody. Well, not nobody, but compared to you, I'm-"

Saya was well aware that word vomit was pouring out her mouth at terrific speed, so she quickly refocused the conversation with an easy smile. "Yeah, I'm gonna get these and maybe some other stuff. You won't mind helping me carry these after I buy them, right Senpai? After all, it's in your contract~" She reminded him with a teasing wink before heading over to checkout, positively glowing. It was entirely possible that people from Archery had seen them but she didn't care. Senpai didn't care, so neither did she. Let them talk.

If this is what came of winning, Saya needed to hit those bulls-eyes more often.

[User]
The Kingdom of Me - Town Centre
19/4/2015 Sunday

The battle was over, and Matt poured his heart out... A fool he played to hide his feelings it seems. After all that was over, he came over to the party and apologized for the trouble.

"That's okay...", said Rui, he stepped forward a put a hand over Matthew's shoulder and with a straight face...

"I'm actually glad you were taken here... Otherwise I was about to look like an idiot", at this point Matt would be a little confused as to what he meant... Rui was referring to the girls in the as-yet formed Agricultural Club who were waiting to sign up. After a few confused looks, Rui continued,

"Well in any case, we're not the only ones glad you're okay I can assure you...", as he finished saying that, Matt agreed, before falling to his knees as the exhaustion took over. Rui and Noboru managed to get to him and help him back up, Kami was securing the area. According to him everything was clear.

"Let's get you home..."

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As Matthew faded back into what appeared to be consciousness, he looked around him... A room of blue, and a long dining table. The first thing he noticed was that there were three other silhouettes in the other chairs, and as they came into focus, he recognized them, Rui, Kami, and Noboru. They were all how to put it... 'not there' at the moment. He looked down and saw his outfit had changed to a dress shirt with vest and a bow tie, and his seat was marked with a card, stating "Magician", number one. He looked at the other seats and noticed different cards with different numbers. Rui's was 0, the Fool, the rest were a bit more difficult to see, but he could see Rui's since his was directly across.

"It appears another guest has finally joined us. Welcome to the Velvet Room, a place between mind and matter... I am Igor, and this is my assistant, Henrietta. We will be helping you and your similarly fated allies on your journey", the beautiful lady in blue bowed quietly as he motioned to her.

"Now, guest, Matthew Harvester, you hold the power of the Magician. An Arcana that represents initiative, and energy, often perhaps brash and foolish, but also admirable and with much integrity", he stated.

"You are here because you have signed a contract at the beginning of this year. I urge you to recall the... Lounge room", he stated. While he was here... He did recall something like that... In any case, Igor didn't seem to want to spend anymore time. There were many empty seats, so he understood why.

"For now... Take this. You will return next time to this room of your own free will... But until then, farewell", as Igor was speaking, Henrietta walked over and handed him a key... Without much chance to say anything himself, he found the room fading away as he returned to unconsciousness.

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Warakuma High - Front Gates
20/4/2015 Monday

The day was a little excitable, and understandably so. Golden Week was next week, and that meant a whole week of doing whatever they wanted, it was a week off from school and Japan being what it was, this was one of the rare times of the year people got a couple days off.

"Ahhh one more week, and I can binge on dramas!"

"Wait, is that what you're doing?!"

"Yeah... What're you doing?"

"Going to Tokyo I think, like me and my family always do... But my dad has been looking at this 'Amagi Inn' place, hot springs, I hear it's really good, so we might go there instead. Apparently it's in the next town over"

"Ahh that's nice... I haven't been to hot springs for a long time, I wish my parents had more time..."

After a moment, the first bell rang, so Rui hurried off to class.

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Warakuma High - Homeroom 2-1
20/4/2015 Monday

After rollcall was done, the announcement Rui expected came up. It was in regards to Matthew.

"So, last night the student who had been reported as kidnapped turned up. Looks like he was okay... Well that's a bit of good news, maybe if you know him, I hear he's at the hospital. Though maybe not go for awhile, the police need him for awhile to question him, so maybe save it for after school... Anyways...", homeroom went about normal. This announcement went around to the other classes too.

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Warakuma Hospital - After School
20/4/2015 Monday

"Thank you for your time Mr. Harvester... Have a good day", as Rui was going up to see Matthew he saw policemen leave a room, which was obviously Matthew's, due to whom they were addressing. He simply entered in after them. Rui wasn't surprised there were police this time for Matthew's disappearance. Noboru's was more an overnight disappearance, but Matthew's was longer and he left behind evidence, namely his phone, which a neighbour, (reportedly an old lady) who knew or saw him often went to return to him, but found his place empty. Very same phone appears to have been returned to Matthew too, it was on the bedside table, cracked screen... Supposedly from when he dropped it.

"Looks like you're okay... So what'd the police ask you about?"

[Assistant]
Noboru Yamamoto-Before school-April 20, 2015

Before school, Noboru decided to check up on Matthew. They talked for a little while, chatting up small talk. Noboru started to get up and leave and as he passed through the door he gave one parting farewell gift.

Hey friend. You seem a bit down, so I got you a special surprise. Enjoy!

As Noboru passed out the door, the ice queen walked in, ready to take care of Matthew.

Noboru Yamamoto-After School-Same Day

Noboru looked at his shirt, disappointed. His favorite workout shirt was ruined during the fight with matthew, all torn up, he sewed it back together, but he was unsure whether it would hold or not. You could tell where the tears obviously were, the jagged sewing lines. He decided to keep wearing the shirt, only because a childhood friend had sewed the shirt back together, and he didn't want to make his friend sad. He switched out shirts and went to the mall looking at new shirts to possibly replace his old one at a later date. He bought two new shirts, each black with different colored stripes running down the sides. He stretched and prepared in his old shirt, ready to run an extra mile or three.


[System]
Race: Geth

Age: 6

Gender: N/A, masculine voice

Height: 2 meters
Active programs: 1464
Personality: While there is about as much personality to the unit as one would expect from any Geth, the sheer number of Geth within it do make it feel a little more 'alive', if literal-minded and overanalitical, sometimes to a fault. Despite the stigma that still lies on the Geth, even after their part in ending the Reaper War, the unit is quite friendly, if the term is applicable to a machine. The unit remains adamant that the Quarians attacked the Geth without provocation and the Geth were justified in firing back, but it lives by a 'live and let live' code.

History: Not long after the end of the invasion, a Quarian technician on Rannoch discovered an unusual Geth platform. It possessed several panels on its head apparently meant to simulate facial expressions as well as a more complex architecture, capable of supporting thousands as opposed to the one or two hundred individual Geth programs found in most Geth platforms. The unit, along with four hundred Geth recreated by the Quarian and his team, was sold to the Eclipse who planned to use it do do their dirty work in hazardous environments or borderline suicidal tasks. For a time, it worked, and the Geth unit received numerous upgrades in order to make it even more effective. It worked so well that the Eclipse contacted the Quarian and purchased several other Geth platforms with the necessary programs. That was their second mistake. The first mistake was using the advanced unit without thoroughly studying its capabilities. The third and final mistake was not making sure the Geth platforms couldn't communicate with each other.

As the Quarian took care to give the Geth information about their progenitors, the role they played in the galaxy and that they've achieved sentience shortly before their end, the Geth decided they wouldn't be anyone's slaves again. The Geth abandoned all but two platforms: the infiltration unit and the sole Prime in Eclipse possession. Only a handful of Eclipse mercenaries manning that base lived to tell the tale of two Geth platforms, displaying unusual intelligence for isolated units, wreaking havoc throughout their facility. As the platforms neared a shuttle, the Prime runtimes abandoned the heavy platform in favor of the smaller, more advanced infiltration unit. The now inactive Prime was cannibalized for spare parts and the Geth left the smoldering base behind.

But with this many Geth in a single platform, they became less machine and more organic in the way they behaved, not unlike one particular unit from before the Geth extinction. And this unit developed a guilty conscience. The Geth within the platform quickly reached consensus: They couldn't allow senseless death to be their legacy. The unit stayed in the Terminus systems, relentlessly hunting mercenary groups operating within the area. Until it ran across a different group, one whose goals seemed to align with its own.

Specialisation: Infiltrator/assassin

Equipment: * Black Widow (recovered from a fallen Turian Spectre by the Eclipse)
* M-96 Mattock (recovered from a Salarian mercenary by the unit)
* Omni-tool (recovered from a fallen Human Sentinel by the unit)

Skills: * Tactical Cloak (Duration, recharge speed, SNiper rifle damage)
* Sabotage (Backfire, explosive hack, berserk)
* Energy drain (Damage, drain, armor boost)
* Multi-grenade (Radius, force and damage, force and damage)
* Incinerate (Radius, burning damage, armor damage)
* AP ammo (Damage, headshots, pierce)

Voice: Mark Strong (Merlin, Kingsman: The Secret Service)

[User]
As the group spoke of their victory over blue Sun, outside in the hanger, the sounds of a Sniper Rifle was heard before a bullet flew past and connected with head of a retreating Blue Sun member. She had only a moment to grunt in pain before she hit the ground dead. A flash would come from in front of the group, though it happen closest to Lokea as a female appeared from what seemed like thin air and walked up to the dead member.

She ignored the group at the moment and instead reached down and ripe off the blue sun chest armour before tugging a necklace off. "Thought as much, well that's another name of my book and at least I know my mother will be happy I got her necklace back" The woman said to herself as she put her sniper rifle away. She then pulled out her book crossing a name out using her victim blood. "Another pays the price for my parents death, all that leave is two more grunts and 2 commanders once their all dead, I would have avenged my parents death" she once again said to herself.

When she turned round, she finally acknowledged the group. But instead of greetings, she said "So which one of you is Saris? You said, you had need of a mercenary or Assassin or whatever the fuck it is". She looked at all the people there and her tone changed to a flirty tone as she said "Though to be honest; with this many sexy creatures around, I won't mind having some fun". She looked at Lokea. "I think, your the sexest Asari, I've come across my beautiful nature skinned friend" She winked at the girl.

[Assistant]
Saris and Laurence

Saris tapped his gloved hands together in amusement as he was bombarded with questions, before climbing on top of a nearby crate to put him at eye level with most of the group. Thankfully, none of them had asked about the blue sun attack yet. It was best that way, he didnt intend for them to find that out until a few missions were under their belt, and they had gotten a taste of the money he was paying them. He turned and looked to the relatively small humans.

"A wonderful question, young... [Hhhkk...]...man! Morality, as you may have guessed by now, is somewhat flexible. But i do wish to help the people of the... [Hhhkk...]...Terminus Systems. But i dont think i can explain it all here. If you would check... [Hhhkk...]... your omni tools, i have sent the binding section of your contract. You are welcome to... [Hhhkk...]... view the other fifty-nine sections as you so wish. Oh, your point." He took a deep breath.

"You are welcome to send messages to your family however you wish. However... [Hhhkk...]...you will not be able to give our location, or mention any of the inner workings of this... [Hhhkk...]...group." He sighed. "If you do any of this, i will be forced to terminate your contract."

A few meters away, Laurence couldn't hide a smirk. He hadn't bothered to put his helmet back on.

Saris turned to the Geth, who he couldn't actually remember inviting.
"I hope that also answers your question...[Hhhkk...]...Sir?" He let the sentence trail off a bit before continuing,

Finally, he turned to the Asari that Laurence seemed to think had a STD of some kind. Ridiculous of course, but Saris had close calls before. He took a slight step back.
"I assure you my dear, the pay is... [Hhhkk...]...Substantial. Enough to retire on, in fact. I'm very rich, you see." He chuckled.

"Well then, everyone!" He shouted cheerfully. "Soon we can take the shuttle to our new HQ, and you can see this job for yourselves. I do so ... [Hhhkk...]...sincerely hope you like it."

He then turned to the other Asari.
"...yes my dear, i am in need a mercenary or assassin, or ... [Hhhkk...]..whatever the fuck it is."

Laurence, on the other hand, looked up when she flirted with the entire group at once.
"Hm. You wouldn't happen to be affiliated with Eclipse, would you?" He said, with mild venom in his voice. "I do so sincerely hope you arent still affiliated with them...

[User]
Mass Effect: Seraphim Post

Ashton grasped the implication that he'd be killed if he revealed anything about the operation, a prospect that caused him to tense, although the young man quickly relaxed when Flame went up to him and touched his shoulder.

"It's okay," said the redhead, "It's usually how these things go." He then turned to Saris and said, "All right, it seems we're in. We just have to wait for the shuttle, correct?" A thin smile, "Now, let me and Ashton review our contracts in the little time we have before transport arrives."

And Flame proceeded to do just that, while Ashton decided to multi-task, simulteanously searching for Saris Fen's publically available business info using another 'tab'.

"Amazing," Ashton said to his benefactor, "Mr. Fen, you're probably one of the richest people in the Galaxy at this point in time. For you to show interest in this lawless region of space - somewhat benign interest at that... I think that such a line of thinking is laudable. As Flame said, I am in."

A glance around their motley group; the boy had noticed that many were silent. Not just that, but knowing the pattern of such endaevors, it was clear that the adventures of this 'outfit' Mr. Fen was forming was going to follow a pattern similar to 'Archangel's'; initial success, a zenith as their enemies were thrown into disarray... Then a 'darkest hour' as their enemies regrouped and struck back.

He reviewed the last of his independently-acquired finances; Ashton will have to expand this money into a 'nest egg' through various freelance security jobs - It seemed he had acquired Saris' implied permission for such. This nest egg would go to saving the group's asses out of the fire once the darkest hour struck. Looking at Elijah, Ashton briefly thought about the White Company, his group; they might play a role in his plans for the future. But, considering Eli's present silence, that may not be such a good idea after all; said silence might be a signal of skepticism or even enmity.

Take a deep breath, Ashton, he thought. Take a deep breath.

He would also have to buy a safehouse - using independent funds, not Saris' payments - as part of the contingency. It was quite clear that no matter how well-hidden or well-defended the current HQ was, it would be found eventually. Just like Archangel was eventually cornered. But how best to acquite said safehouse without stoking Saris' suspicions? Ashton blinked and thought, I'll just be honest if confronted about it; it's technically not forbidden by the contract, and does not qualify as treason against the group, after all..

Continuing to wait for the shuttle, Ashton although thought that the safehouse needed to be able to fit five or so people, and have accomodations for Saris himself; should the darkest hour arrive, he planned to rescue his employer.

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"You are welcome." It replied to Lokea. It was about to say something else when an armored humanoid, an asari judging by the language she spoke, appeared out of thin air. The flaps surrounding Gideon's 'face' rose up in a surprised expression. If it were human, it's eyebrows would've met its hairline. It made no effort to hide the fact it was curiously observing the new arrival as she moved around, looting the dead body and muttering something. "Caution: this individual's operating system appears unstable." it summarised when the display finished.

It deemed Saris' answer satisfactory, but as an organic might have said, talk is cheap. Fortunately, it was a machine. What was a sixty section contract? It was done reading through the thing before Saris finished responding to the two asari. "Based on available information, your intentions appear to be identical to ours, Saris Fen. We oppose terminus criminal elements. You oppose terminus criminal elements. Cooperation seems to further mutual goals. We believe we would be a useful addition to the effort if you'll have us. To paraphrase Shepard-commander 'It helps to have tireless, merciless machines on your side.' Furthermore, we do not require payment, though acquiring additional runtimes would be appreciated. not to mention it would further improve our capabilities." Its current mobile platform was designed to run up to two thousand units simultaneously, leaving Gideon with a little over 25 percent of the platform's processing power still unused.

When the scarfaced mercenary that already seemed to be acquainted with Saris mentioned the Eclipse, Gideon raised an 'eyebrow'. `Consensus: Avoid mentioning our past until more information regarding this individual and his relation to the Eclipse is obtained.` They'd rather not test Laurence's reaction to learning some of Gideon's runtimes have been killing for the Eclipse for nearly six years. Even the Geth were a little wary of Laurence based on their limited observations of him.


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Team SOUL
Age: 15 (19 in image)

Appearance:

5'7" upon entering the Academy, 5'11" upon graduation. Has a tattoo of a dragon spiraling along his left arm, starting at his wrist and its head coming to rest on his left pectoral.

Weapon:

Semblance: Electricity - Can discharge electrical currents through physical contact, or channel it through his sword, albeit for reduced potency.

Background: A resident of Vacuo, a harsh, desert-like region of Remnant. Growing up posed any number of challenges for Soren, even with modern amenities readily available. Droughts and food shortages were common in his early years, yet he was lucky enough to survive through to his teenage years. Once he was old enough to join, he traveled to the Orion Combat School in Vacuo's western districts, doing fairly well despite having no prior training. After finishing at Orion, he would travel to Beacon Academy to further his training. He is currently attending with hopes of making some kind of name for himself, to be able to provide for his family and younger siblings back home.

Name: Ulyssa Jove

Age: 14 (18 in image)

Appearance:

Weapon: Short, curved blade as shown in her picture. Depending on her Semblance, it can gain different effects.

Semblance: Drawing from her Dust Cards strapped to her headband, Ulyssa can create any number of effects in a fight, ranging from Dust imbued attacks to herself or allies, to things like temporary speed boosts. She is only capable of drawing 3 cards, they come at random, and each effect lasts 90 seconds.

Background: Hailing from Mistral, Ulyssa has more or less been raised and trained to fight Grimm. Having both a Huntsman mother and father, and being an only child, she was instructed on how to fight from an early age. With her unique Semblance, she even managed to fight Grimm prior to ever enrolling in a combat school, albeit at the side of both of her seasoned parents. When she finally enrolled in the school, she was ahead of the other students and graduated with top marks, much to the delight of her parents. Now she's at Beacon Academy though, surrounded by plenty of other able-bodied students. She wants to make her parents proud and excel, but can she do so here?

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Name: Noriko Kade

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance:

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"No... But it means I don't have to accept help either. No sense in putting someone else at risk," Soren replied, hefting his shoulders up in a small shrug at her compliment. "Those were small ones, I doubt I could do it to a full grown Beowulf." He'd never really fought one before, at least not to any extreme extent. There were however a handful of nasty creatures back home, so he wasn't unaccustomed to fending off ferocious beasts. Really, what more was a Grimm than just another wild animal? Yes there were obvious differences, but if you viewed them as just another creature of the wilds then they weren't quite so intimidating. Watching the Faunus inspect his latest kill, Soren placed his weapon back and his hands in his pockets, waiting for her to come up with some kind of plan for them. He wasn't really one to initiate anything himself, he'd leave that to her.

Lyra, huh? And she was a local, or at least compared to him she was. There was some slight surprise in finding a Faunus here, given the animosity that some people still carried towards them. She'd get no such grief from him though, he was far more about live and let live. "Soren, and I'm from Vacuo," he answered simply, glancing back to his kills for a brief moment. That was right, there was likely going to be people from any number of kingdoms here. All these cultures clashing together, it was surely going to make for some interesting moments. Just between him and Lyra there were two completely different lifestyles, and he'd imagine their other teammates would be different as well. Following Lyra's lead, the pair began making their way for the temple, wherever that might be, to claim their piece and take the next step in this Initiation. "I'm sure we'll find it, eventually. Forest is pretty big..."

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So he was planning ahead then was he? Ulyssa could appreciate that, though she wondered if he was considering the here and now as well. Planning ahead was nice, but if you only looked ahead then you weren't engrossed in the moment, and you might miss something. Smirking somewhat amused when he mentioned fighting, the young student tossed her hair over one shoulder and sheathed her blade, folding her hands behind her back as she began walking off. "I'm sure I will be absolutely enraptured by your abilities, Owyn. But let's not try finding a fight, okay? I'd rather just get to the temple and get this done with." He could show off later if he really wanted to, she might humor him and find a Grimm to fight with. It was hardly her idea of a good time, but part of her wanted to see if he lived up to his own hype.

Not having a map or even a sense of direction for that matter certainly made this journey take a while. The sun had long since passed its peak and was now beginning to set, signifying it was later in the afternoon by now. Ulyssa had worried for a while that they may have gone in the wrong direction entirely, and that they may never well come across the temple at this rate. Concerns were quelled however when they found the structure in question, albeit it was more ruins than a sound temple. Not exactly what she had expected coming into this, but then they didn't quite know what to find when they got here anyways.

"So our relics are here somewhere then...? Those chess pieces you mentioned?" Ulyssa asked, moreso confirming it with herself than anything, "Well great... Now we just have to find them." It was not immediately obvious where they might be, yet she was confident they would locate the relics after a quick look. Resting one hand casually on the hilt of her saber she began to walk about the immediate area, looking for any signs of what they were after. If this was what they needed to finish, surely they had been hidden? No way did the Headmaster or instructors make this easy on them, she expected to have to do everything short of excavate the ground to find these.

Soren had scarcely spoken for the walk, letting Lyra start and usually finish every conversation they had. He was more dedicated to keeping an ear out for any Grimm as both of them had already been attacked today; neither of them caught wind of anything however, and after some hours of walking they appeared to have found the temple. What were the chances they had taken the right route? Slim to none he'd venture, so the fact they were here now was a miracle. As they rounded about from the southern side, Soren came to a gradual halt when he spotted two others by the ruins, apparently looking around for something. Another pair then? Or were they already part of a two man team? It didn't appear that they had been noticed yet, which begged the question then of approaching them or not. "Lyra... What do you think, should we go over?" he asked, glancing back curiously, "The guy looks to be stiff, might be a pain in the neck..."

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Owyn shrugged, "There ought to be at least one in there. It depends on how many teams have made it in and out..." He muttered in thought, rubbing his chin, "I don't imagine the inside will be very safe though. Treading with caution would be a good idea. Like I said, if you've some way to light it, we'll be in good shape. If not, we're gonna need to take a minute to fashion something and get it ignited." The man crossed his arms and examined the mouth of the temple, staring deep into it, as though something would come out at any minute. "... Eh, fine, wait here, I'll go put something together..." He turned on his heel and started sifting through the dead branches on the ground, wandering into a radius of several feet.

"You're not much of one for conve- Eh?" Lyra stopped as he asked her for an opinion. "Go over where..? Oh," The girl blinked and looked to where he was gesturing before instinctively shaking her head. "No, nope. Definitely not." Her reaction was a bit quick, so she recovered and cleared her throat, "I mean, it might be better not to... Heh... Like you said, he seems kinda stiff, y'know? And who knows what kinda people they are, right? They could easily walk in there with us and just sneak away the moment we find danger or they'll try to nab a relic piece before we can get one for ourselves. Let's find another entrance..." She didn't hesitate to grab his hand and pull him in another direction, looping around the structure of the ruined temple. Finally, they found another point from which they could approach the building.

Meanwhile, Owyn returned to Ulyssa, "Alright... Now comes the hard part. Unless you get a better idea, we're gonna be here for a bit..." He dropped the kindling on the ground. Amidst the supplies was one thicker, semi-stubbed section of a limb. "Let's see if we can't get a makeshift torch... Again, unless you have a better idea?" He stared idly at the supplies, hoping that she did... Honestly, he had no idea what he was doing with this stuff...

Lyra tapped her foot impatiently as they looked at the entrance to the temple. She snapped her fingers, "Got it. I know what to do," She beamed brightly before dashing back into the woods. When she came back, she was holding a large branch with a multitude of brown and yellow leaves on it. "This must have snapped off a tree recently... Good luck too, watch." Dropping it to the ground, she pulled an orange-tipped arrow on her bow's string and fired it at the top of the branch. The burst of flame was far from an explosion, igniting some of the grass around and the leaves on the wood. "There! A torch!" She said with excitement. It would have to do for now, she was limited on Dust Arrows... The girl reached down and picked up the long branch, holding it at the mouth of the ruins.

"Shall we go?" She asked curiously, looking to him as the soft glow of the fire already started to fill the dark space.

Owyn crossed his arms... Perhaps learning to be a survivalist would have been in his best interest before coming. However, father was rather preoccupied with teaching him combat. It must have just been overlooked. Right now, though, it was the one thing between him and being an official Beacon student. "So... what? Do we just like... rub sticks together and they light up..? Err... Or do we need something else to light it up?"


[System]
Age: 24

Race: Orc

Appearance: All over his body he has ritualistic tattoos and large scare over his chest he received when he was younger.

Equipment: Gormarr equipment consist of simple iron and leather armor. A two-handed iron battle axe along with two swords for back up weapons.

Personality: Gormarr is a brash, hard-head, and stubborn orc. With a short temper he is quick to resort to violence to solve his problem. Gormarr is a devout follower of orc tradition as well as Gorrmarok the god orcs and honorable combat. Because of this Gormarr has a strong sense of honor that guide his actions. He tends to be gregarious often proudly boosting of his feats and achievements.

History: Hailing from the harsh northern wastelands Gormarr was born into the Ironfrost clan. Under the guidance of his parents he learns the ways of his clan. At his 13th birthday he was sent out with the young orcs of the clan to kill a creature from the wastes alone. Then bring back a trophy from there hunt to the clan's shaman. While tracking a mammoth he was ambushed by a Ankhrav after an intense battle the wounded Gormarr dragged the Ankhrav corps to the shaman. He then spent the next couple of years honing his skill he heard rumors of the Infinity Bridge and the glory he could win inside the rifts. Gathering some supplies he traveled south. After a long journey to the town were the Infinity Bridge was Gormarr arriver. He made sure joined the adventures guild.

Guild Ranking: Wood

Misc: In addition to his orcish strength and endurance he along with the orcs of his clan have a strong resistance to the cold. But have a weakness to heat and fire.

Goals: Gormarr desires to gain glory and honor so he can forge himself a mighty legend.

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@Rekaigan@Hammerman@ManoftheNorth@Renny@Roughdragon1@berd@Ptolemy

The howl was effective to an extreme. The moment it echoed from the lupines maw and into the ears of its intended the response was immediate. By their very nature, Skaven were cowards. Only in giant numbers with clear advantage would they ever press on any kind of advantage against a resilient foe like their ancestral enemy, the Dwarf. One bearded folk was equal to 3 skaven in terms of ferocity and guile. Had it not been for their poisons and overwhelming numbers they would surely have died out centuries ago.
Each and every last rat man screeched and shouted in their gutteral tongue as the rat pack began to flee in every direction but only ended up tangling or trampling their allies in a scurry of frenzied motion.

From the iron circle, the shields blossomed out at the sound of what they had suspected to be a rat ogre of some kind. A large dwarf with a salt and pepper beard stretching down and tucked into his belt buckle, roared the battle cry of the mountains and levied his crossbow at the threat as his wall of steel scattered like petals on the wind. Axes and swords began to swing at the rats.. and the Lycans group.
No friend could come from a beast.

"HIT EM ALL, BOYS! GLORY TO THE MOUNTAINS!"

The front line fighters charging into the fray would find their march impeded.

The large orcs axe would surely find a foe easy pickings. In their haste to flee, few skaven even acknowledged the greenskin at all. Two knew that if they did not react, death would find them. In desperation they struck with a unified spear thrust at his chest, hoping to pierce his armor and gouge his heart in one fell swoop. But fear still held their heart.

several rat men excreted a horrid stench from their fear glands, their thick musk making it hard to even breathe for someone with so sensitive a nose, as they all tried to scatter. Frenzied in fear they struck out haphazardly with their rusted swords and spears, hoping to get away before they became a meal for a stronger animal on the food chain.
The dwarf with the crossbow fired his quarrel as his warriors swarmed the other rats, aiming right for Grendricks heart. Rage burned in his eyes.

@Roughdragon1

With nowhere proper to run, the skaven flowed around Grendrick and the orc in a swarm towards the bridge. A number of the filthy creatures desperately running for their wretched lives. If something wasn't done quick to get their attention, the softly armored units behind the young man might yet be overrun.

[Assistant]
Marianne saw the effect of the roar immediately. The Skavens immediately scattered to the four winds, as fear gripped their hearts and minds. Marianne would have said they were cowards, if not for the fact that she felt fear herself from the roar. And she was standing far away from its source. Imagine what strength would it have on point blank range.

The dwarves used this opportunity to rally their strength and morale, countering back the skavens that had them on the ropes just a while ago. However, they viewed their party as enemies too, as they aimed their crossbows towards Grendrick. She just hoped the lycan could dodge their bolts and get out of there as soon as he could.

The melee fighters of the group charged forward. They attempted to intercept the skavens running across the bridge right towards her and the other support fighters. Most of the skavens would refuse to engage and just ran past them, but a pair of brave, or foolish, skavens thrusted their spears towards the orc.

Marianne knew this would be her time to act.

She willed her insects, all of her bees, towards the approaching skavens. They all eagerly swarmed out from every hole of her dress, from her sleeves, from her feet, and some even crawled out from the white underclothes that covered her chest. They flew with one purpose, to delay the movements of the skavens as much as they could.

Marianne could hear the skavens' horrified shrieks as her bees swarmed over them. They all tried to shoo them off, but their efforts were in vain, as the bees could easily dodge their swings with their superior speed. And just after one minute, and hundreds of bee stings, the skavens could feel their muscles weakening, and their heads turning dizzy. Sluggish and disoriented, they would be an easy prey for the rest of the party.

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He was swept up in the throngs of war and emotion. His heart pounded in his ears, his hands were moist with sweat. In front of him, moving in such a slow state that it could only have been produced by his irrational mind, was Gendrick and the others. Behind him, was those that could not fight in close quarters. Inwardly he wondered who he should protect.

Everyone, was his gentle response.

But he knew that wasn't the priority. Trying to save everyone would lead to mistakes. His mistakes could lead to everyone's death. The decisions were back-breaking, if he was to survive, he needed to silence it all. So he focused on one thing; not letting any rats pass him.

Nove's gaze went dark, a dull copper in spite of his once-lively bronze. His longsword was held at the ready as fleeing skavens started towards him. He raised his buckler in his other arm, prepared to guard if one or more had decided to strike at him.

They rushed by and every time one came close to passing him, he engaged with above-average speed and strength. With every blow he struck, Nove would yell his victory beforehand. A battle-cry of sorts that echoed in his throat.

[Assistant]
As the howl died down, the effects of it became apparent. The ratmen started fleeing the battlefield, all of them scrambling for the bridge. Fariha smirked, as she released her arrow. The arrow whistled through the air before slamming into the heart of a distressed Skaven. The projectile's momentum countering the forward movement of the rat's body, causing it to just flop lifelessly on the spot. The problem with most of the ratkin's movements was that it was awfully erratic. Their nimble feet carried them left and right as they ran in fear of the large beast that howled.

Fariha had disconnected herself from her group for the most part, but support was still around. Marianne's insects were slowing down the Skaven whilst Nove cut them down as they came passed him. Some of the ratkin had reached her position on the bridge, but instead of fleeing in fear, they brandished their weapons, striking out at the elf. While most archers would pull out their knife for a close quarters engagement, Fariha was confident in her agility. The wood elf jumped over a spear thrust before planting her feet into the Skaven's face, pushing off of it like a platform. She somersaulted in the air, pulling another arrow from her hip quiver. Thrum. THWACK! In one swift movement, she had nocked and fired the arrow into the throat of one of the Skaven.

Another ratkin struck out at her with his crude sword, leaping forward with an exaggerated overhead swing. Fariha sidestepped the sloppy attack, grabbing the rat by the arm before pulling him forward to put him further off balance. Her other hand unsheathed her hunting dagger in an icepick grip. In an instant she stepped forward, stabbing the beast clean through the back of the neck. She pivoted sideways, pushing the body away with a kick to the waist as blood poured out of the stab wound. Fariha clicked her tongue in disgust as some of the blood splattered onto her boot.

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Sylvia assessed the situation.

The Skaven swarmed the group, rushing past Grendrick and into the rest of them. For some reason, those dwarves were shooting at him with their crossbows. Idiots.

That orc was demolishing the Skaven that it could catch with his axe, blood and parts flying all around.

The Skaven were rushing towards the back, trying to escape the massacre. Marianne was swarming the rat-men with her insects, distracting and stinging them. Faria was dispatching Skaven to her right with her bow and arrow.

Given the current chaos, it was the perfect situation for someone like Sylvia. She recited an incantation which made her nearly translucent, allowing her to blend in with the nearby environment. She stalked forwards into the fray of the panicked Skaven, and as one of them raised their weapon to attack her, she quickly thrust her dagger through its hairy throat and twisted, killing the rat with relative ease.

Another one came from her left, rusty sword raised over its head. She yanked her dagger out, and sliced the rat's sword arm, through its shoulder. The Skaven's arm fell limp to its side, and Sylvia followed up by jabbing her dagger through its eye and kicking it to the ground, dead.

Thankfully, the Skaven were sloppy fighters, who didn't care about technique nor finesse. Really, they seemed to utilize pure savagery, making them predictable.

She noticed another one sneaking up behind Nove, who was distracted by the Skaven in front of him. She ran forwards and grabbed the thing by its scruff, dragging it back. The Skaven wrenched out of her grip, turning to face her. It had two nasty-looking knives in its hands, both rusted and dripping with Dwarven blood.

Sylvia and the Skaven circled around, waiting for the other to make a move. These sorts of situations were dangerous, especially for her. Her chainmail wouldn't protect much if she was stabbed, a drawback of the armor's design. The Skaven licked its black lips, snarling. Rows of rotten teeth showed through its snout. Evidently, this one was more of a fighter than the others.

[Assistant]
The tip of Ayse staff crackled, sparked, and glowed. With the Skaven bearing down on them there was little reason to hold the flames in anymore. The tip of her staff popped in a whirl of ash and cinders as a bolt of fire raced out towards the din and the one unlucky target she'd picked out. It was hard to do much more.

If she tried a stream of flame then she'd probably end up roasting most of Marianne's bugs. Too aggressive with her bolts? She might catch any one of their fighters with magic intended for another. Sylvia's near invisibility was just an excuse for friendly fire. She wanted to help the dwarves, but without a plan and without a way to show they weren't the enemy she was starting to regret it. Though, as she sent a another bolt out, she'd have more regrets in a moment.

One Skaven slipped through and drew close. Skaven may have been sloppy and craven, but they were also fantastic opportunity hunters. A distracted target like Ayse might as well put on a light-show set out signs. Racing towards her, with a hissing, gurgling, cry it clamped down on her arm with rotten teeth. The force of the blow and the shock of pain sent both tumbling to the ground. Still hanging on with its mouth the beastfolk fished out a dagger and prepared to deal a more fatal blow.

Then the air around the both of them exploded. The Skaven backpedaled wildly, its face replaced by the blackened bone of its skull, over and off the side of the bridge. Ayse struggled up, groaning, as blood slipped from the gnawed flesh of her arm. It was clear that she couldn't be as careful anymore. With the pain also fueling her flame she lashed out again, and again, and again...