[System]
Age: 20? He isn't sure.

Race: Super Mutant

Sex: Male (?)

Skills: Construction, hand to hand/close range combat, basic first aid, cooking skills (oddly), able chess player

Personality: Guarded, loner, distrusting of most,  fearless in the face of danger, if someone can make friends with him, there is almost blind loyalty, to the point of taking offense to those who attack those he cares about.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Rook is a monster among men, standing at 8 foot 9 inches tall, he is rather intimidating. This is further compounded by the fact he wears hand made armor, welded steel plates, barbed wire wrapped bracers, and a helmet that covers most of his face, he looks closer to the knights of old, Pre-war holo tapes.

His weapon is out that era as well. He carries a hand made pike. Plate steel welded to a steel pipe that is filled with cement and wrapped with leather. Given his size and power, it's a wonder any dare to challenge him. His only ranged weapon is almost comical. A simple, well worn 10mm pistol, and no, he is far from a good shot. He saves it for if he cannot reach something at all.
(Previous) Occupation(s): Mercenary

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): None

Backstory: One of the first FEV experiments by the Institute, Rook used to be a normal person. He doesn't recall where he was from, his name, or anything of that nature. He knew he enjoyed playing chess however, and has scattered memories of playing that with an old woman in blue.

When he was made, he was deemed a failure because of his refusal to take orders. They sent a corsair to end his life. This... did not go as planned, as Rook ripped his arms off and proceeded to beat the synth to death with them. He was eventually subdued, shot in the head, and dumped in the sewers.

The Institute, with all the power of their minds, had not realized just how resilient a Super Mutant could be. He awoke in the sewers, and fought his way free once more. He spent time healing, and learning more about his abilities.

His hide out was eventually attacked by Raiders. At first he planned to simply flee, but when he saw the slaves, the people being pushed around, he felt he had to do something. In the world's worst game of Hide and Seek, Rook made himself known. His massive physical strength made it easy to kill the first two, and acquire a weapon. A simple, elegant, deadly machete.

By the end of it, the raiders had been slain, and he opened the door to free the people... and they freaked out. He tried to explain his side, that he was not here to hurt them, but they remained unconvinced. When they escaped, they kept looking at him like he was a monster.

He went through the raiders items, cobbled together crude armor, collected the weapons, and set off, calling himself Rook. It just seemed to fit. He spent years slowly working up a reputation among the wastelanders, who never seemed to trust him, and he grew to hate that.

His most recent job had him guarding a caravan to Salem. The town was growing, and he didn't sign back on. Perhaps he could start a new here.

[User]
Shelby Jackson - Mary's House

"What do ye want, ye slattern?", Mary hissed as she sat up with a start, leaning forward until she was nose to nose with the younger woman. "Did I not tell ye to come back after sundown?." Mary's teeth bared slightly as Shelby explained.

Shelby curled her lip and hissed right back, "Yeah...you did, but I need a mason jar."

"A mason jar?!?", Mary bellowed, "Ye woke me up for a damned Mason Jar? What is the matter with ye?" Mary then leaned back and rested on her arms, then planted a foot on Shelby's back and began to push. "Go ask the damned robot for one....and why don't ye make yourself useful and draw me a bath!"

"Damn, I thought I'd show some respect and ask you, not a bucket of bolts," Shelby shifted so Mary's foot slipped off, "Fine…" Shelby stood up as the robot floated into the room.

"Miss Mary", the Robot, hovering in the doorway began to say. "I...."

"Damn you!", Mary bellowed as she snatched up a pillow from her bed and hurled it successfully at the robot, "go tend to the horse, will ye?"

"Yes, Ma'am", the robot replied obsequiously as it retreated out of the room and floated away. "Right away Ma'am".

Shelby folded her arms and cracked a sly grin, "Someone is moody as hell," she said under her breath.

It was then that Mary noticed that Shelby was armed to the teeth, carrying several weapons and had left a stout staff leaning against the wall.

"What are ye up to?", Mary demanded, "Why are ye armed for battle to collect a mason jar?" Her eyes narrowed accusingly and she hissed in a whisper. "Are ye thinking of trying what you saw this morning? Ye know nothing of what I know....it would end very badly for ye to try thy hand at something that powerful."

This startled Shelby and she shook her head, "Na...no, I have some other business that needs handled. Sooner rather than later would be nice. I need the jar to...nevermind, I just need a fuckin' jar damnit. What color bath do you want?" She raised her brow and smirked, "I can't draw for shit, but I'll try." She placed her hands on her hips, "I'll just surprise you I suppose." With that Shelby slipped across the hall to the bathroom, once the water was hot she placed the plug in the drain and returned to the bedroom. She bowed and gestured towards the bathroom, "Ye bath is ready." Then she straightened up, "I'll go ask Bolts for a jar, sorry I bothered you."

[Assistant]
Adam 'Trails' Wilford- ????

Adam limped along the roadside, his clothes drenched in river water, filth and blood. He shambled almost as if he were the very Ferals he just fought off. The right side of his face burned fiercely from the pain of the the explosion searing him and the ferals he'd fought off. Every once in a while he burped up river water still in his lungs as he punched forward, each step a victory against his pain and fatigue. He'd fallen into the river when he and Lorelei got caught in the horde haunting Lexington. He threw himself into the fray, trying to buy Lorelei time to escape. When he last saw her, she'd barely made it out. He planned to jump off the fire escape until a feral grabbed him, causing him to misfire his gun, hitting a gas can and triggering an explosion. He was thrown into the river, the worst of the impact deflected by the ghoul's corpse.

Adam awoke floating down the river until he found himself washed up near somewhere called 'Revere Station' and began to slog his way north towards home. Finally, so close to home, he couldn't push on. His only thoughts were getting home, hoping to find Lorelei there, safe and sound. He couldn't walk anymore and he was burning inside, it was all he could do from stopping himself from falling asleep. He finally found enough strength to pull himself, hand by hand, along the roadside. Hour by hour, he'd made his way a few feet, sometimes passing out. A sense of overwhelming relief washed over his soul when he saw through the daze and fog of his illness the borders of the Salem township nearing. It gave him just enough fire to finally get off his stomach and stand, each step as if a lead weight were wrapped around his entire leg until he crashed like deadweight through the clinic's doors. His last words before passing out were, "Help me. Where is Lorelei?".

[User]
Gorge The Mutant Salem Diner >>> Salem's eastern perimeter /// Midday

The mutant stood nearly at attention as the doctor and his companion spoke. The man seemed taken back by him but was able to introduce himself as Rick. With a slight nod the mutant spoke, "A pleasure to make your acquaintance Rick. You may call me Gorge." A bit formal, but he didn't care too much. At least the shopping list wasn't that specific, they needed all they could get apparently.

The footsteps of someone approaching from behind him nearly caught him off guard as another town's folk made an announcement. "Wanted to let you all know that tonight we'll have a town meeting. I think much needs to be discussed, considering today's events... I think the Inn is a good place, two hours from now."

After the man left Gorge couldn't help but sigh, "Well I won't be able to make it back in two hours. I guess I'll go find something else to occupy my time." he waited for a moment to see what the doctor had to say about his proposition before leaving. The doctor seemed to agree with this Rick fellow, "As you wish, at least this town has proven to be… capable." With a final nod the mutant turned and walked back into the street.

For a moment the giant stood in the street without purpose just sort of looking back and forth trying to find something to do. With finding nothing to do and not particularly wanting to spend the next two hours doing nothing. Gorge opted to just wander around town and get used to the surroundings. Seeing as how he might just be staying here for a little while or until they kick him out.

Gorge wandered around the broken and bruised buildings, the town seemed to have had its fair share of problems in recent days. The smaller bodies of Death claws still lay in the streets. The few that were still around he moved over near the big one next to the clinic. He could hear voices inside but didn't think anything of it and continued on his way.

Behind one of the buildings was an odd sight, a poorly taken care of Gatling laser lay still and cold. Looking as if it was just left there and no one had any claim to it. The mutant didn't see any problem with taking it, checking it over for problems before continuing on. This time he walked the perimeter of the town making sure to periodically rub the Death claw tail on random objects effectively marking the area. This scent would ward off future threats. None of the smarter wild animals would dare come near a place that was marked by a death claw.

He stopped for a moment in front of a few of the turrets that were clustered at the front of the town. Some seemed to scan him for a movement before continuing to buzz and whir moving from side to side. He did however notice one of the turrets had been shredded, sparks still arcing off it from the power supply. It could very easily start a small fire if it continued this way.

Not wanting to create more issues for the already battered town the mutant disconnected the power cable from the base of the machine. For a moment all he could do was stare at it and then back to the outskirts of town. An idea finally made its way to his head. Picking up the random bits and pieces of the destroyed turret he set them down on a nearby flat bed. Putting all the pieces down as well as the Gatling laser. He was about to begin work on the turret when he smelt it. The stench of death and mutants.

The sudden smell reminded him of the mutants that were killed earlier and then again to his dead friend. "You would have liked this place Harold." He spoke to himself as he walked around the old rusted cars to where the dead mutants laid. He took his time searching through their bodies, taking weapons, ammunition, caps, and bits of armor from them before returning to the task at hand.

Retrieving the small metal welder which was a modified laser pistol and a few other small tools. The mutant began to work on the turret modifying the power supply and the motor that rotated the turret. The bio scanner was still intact but the old gun it had was completely destroyed. He continued to work on the turret occasionally stopping to look around and make sure nothing was trying to sneak up on him. With a little of luck he would hopefully have the turret armored and firing a Gatling laser before the town meeting started.

[Assistant]
(Once again, so sorry for the delay. With baby cutting teeth and my job getting crazy busy, I am some times unable to even get on my comp)

He had asked a question, and she had answered, her head nodded vigorously, shaking some of her curls into her face. "It would be great if you could help!"

"Then Rook help." He said, nodding once in return.

"He's not," Celeste sighed dramatically, feeling close to tears. "I've been by his place twice today, once this morning, and then just now, and both times he didn't answer the door. His brahmin is gone, too." She reached up and rubbed her brow, causing her bosom to shake just slightly. "I didn't know he wanted to look for scrap or nothin'...where do you think he went? How long should it take?" She sniffed. "I'm a bit worried! There's some bad things out there, you know? Scary things -- and not just deathclaws. Oh!" she hopped, interrupting herself, "what if he's hurt, somewhere? How would we know?"

"Ok, ok ok. Calm down. Rook knows what it is like for people to leave, but none just randomly walk away from Rook. There is reason. You say he took Brahmin. Maybe he find something, something important. Something he can't lift on own, but needs the help of Brahmin. No sense in thinking the worst until find out for sure." He reached up, placing a hand upon the top of her head, as if patting her to try to make her relax like someone would do with a cat. "Assuming worst is how worst happens. Always try to think happy, it has helped Rook for most of his life."

Celeste shuddered, her face becoming quite pale in her worry. "Rook, what do we do?"

"Rook will help you find him. First thing is first. We follow him..." Rook said, reaching inside his home and grabbing one the pistol he had carried with him for protection, though he didn't need it. "But we need things. Take pistol, go get water for you, and any armor you might wear. Rook needs a few moments to get his armor back on. Also, go to doctorman. Ask if we can buy medical things in case he is hurt." He would then offer her the caps he had. It wasn't much, but it should be enough for at least a basic kit. "Then meet me back at Adam's home."


[System]
"Our relationship is strictly business. Nothing more, nothing less."
Age:
24
Sex:
Female
Height:
5'7" – 170cm.
Weight:
132lbs – 60kg
Role:
Anselmo Ranger
Skills:
Survival Expert - Growing up in an Outpost Village has equipped Spook with the abilities to subsist and live in the Outlands.

Concealed Weapons Expert - Spook has done extensive training with SMGs and pistols, rendering her used to their recoils and firing patterns.

Duelist - A virtuoso in swordplay, Spook is highly experienced with sharp, handheld weapons. Namely swords and knives.
Weaponry:
Monomolecular Sword – A single-edged sword, designed to prove that the blade is still a valid weapon in today's world. Theoretically, it can cut through anything. In practice, it can cut through a lot of things, but concrete is about it's limit.

Fusilaut 113 - A PDW designed after the Apocalypse, it's lightweight and internally suppressed to hide someone's presence in the field. Suppressor technology has not advanced to total silence and is still quite loud.

M2271 "Nailgun" – The workhorse of handguns, the M1911, has been reinvented following the Apocalypse. While bulkier, the M2271 has proved cost efficient to produce and beyond reliable, much like it's predecessor.
Equipment:
Traveler's Cloak - A thick, black and yellow cloak that's resistant to most types of weather. Provides great insulation against the cold.

Breathing Apparatus - A gas mask that covers the entire head, protecting Spook's identity. Provides protection against harmful gasses, radiation, and whatnot.

Leatherbound Journal – A simple journal bound in brown leather, complete with a clasp on the side. It is assumed that there's also some kind of writing implement to go with it.
Backstory:
Spook has given this as her straightest response to her history.

She was born in the outpost village of West Stonewall to a Seer of a mother and a Guardian for a father. She grew up with a rough start which made her adapt to the life of the wilderness, which explains her pension for doing exceptionally well in survival scenarios. She went to school with a small group of seven other kids, they were all really close. This was confirmed by one of the other survivors of the town, Damien Wiel. They used to go on hunts together in their teenage years. It was during one of these hunts that she was disfigured, which explains why she wears the mask. If it's as bad as she's described it, it's understandable why she wears it.

Moving on, she says she came to Anselmo following the destruction of West Stonewall by two bear-like beasts. She's described the attack in great detail. She had been washing the dishes after her family had eaten dinner as the ground started to shake. She rushed to the window to find what was essentially two giant, furry lumps coming over the horizon, and she knew immediately what was happening. She ran to grab one of the guns the family kept in the house, which ended up being the Jericho she still has to this day, found everyone, and took off running. Due to the fact that it was an outpost village, there were only two casualties in the attack, though it was still an experience for something that large to come after your livelihood. Some of the refugees left for other villages to either warn the inhabitants or find new places to live. The rest, obviously including Spook, made a pilgrimage to Anselmo and integrated into the city almost seamlessly. Most of the survivors became either Guardians or Rangers. She was sixteen at the time.

She took a job in a bakery for four years until the execution of a convicted witch by the name of Victoria Reikarn. This employment was confirmed by Syphax Aquilus, owner of the establishment, and he said he was sad to see her go. Why she chose to become a Ranger then is unknown, maybe her wanderlust had kicked in at twenty, or maybe she had a hunger to return to the outlands where she had once lived. Quite frankly, we don't care though. She's done exceptional work in the field so far, and we have every intention to hang onto her.

A note on the execution, she was just as transfixed by the loss of life as everyone else present, though she seemed oddly quiet given the atmosphere of a party.

One thing stands out in particular about a single mission, she was the lone survivor of something. All the Rangers got for a report was that something terrible descended on the group and she was powerless to stop it. She's refused to tell more on the matter and walled herself off for about a week before she went back into the field.

Beyond this, all there is is rumors. One states that she slaughtered an entire village of Wild Ones that posed a threat to an outpost, another says that she saved part of the Port District from a pack of rabid dogs. One even says she exposed several corrupt politicians in the Civil District, and while they turned out to be taking bribes, there's no evidence connecting her to the case. One thing is for sure, though. She's seen as a paragon by the people, despite coming across as a pariah.
Wish:
To reclaim the wilderness and send the Other back to the Other.
Trauma:
Watched helplessly as her old team was killed by a terrible monster. She's become even more silent than usual since then.

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"You bet your sorry ass I'll fish you out of any hot spot, sir," Reed replied to Cross with a grin masked by his flight helmet. He had the easy job: drop off Rangers, fly off around fifty miles as to not bring monsters to the Rangers, set the autopilot to do loops in the area, and wait till he heard a transition from the team. He sometimes got bored, but he'd usually read the latest news on outposts and military accomplishments to keep up to date. Reed reopened the troop bay camera on his HUD, watching and listening as the Captain talked to everyone, meeting and greeting the men and women who'd watch his back, and him their's.

Soldiers always seemed to need to converse before a mission, it seemed to help to know that everyone was as nervous as you were. It let some of the pressure off of your chest. He was sure there were exceptions, but usually, he always heard the same chit chat about being nervous. On another note, Reed still wondered why they had to bring one of those large cats with them. The Nasri were just weird people and now he would have hair all over his troop bay. Better than dead and dying soldiers, he supposed, but he had allergies to cats.

He sighed, watching the ground whirl by through his golden visor. "And on your right, you'll see a few nomad giants. They're slow moving and pretty lazy, as many of you probably know. I see their groups lazily wandering the area during most flights. Pretty passive too, once watched them pass by a Ranger camp without disturbing them. After they ate what resembled some elephants, of course. Scavengers, if you ask me." Reed said, giving him something to talk about. The Rangers probably didn't care, and he didn't care if they cared. They had the mission to think about, that was what mattered.

[Assistant]
Rig smiled to himself at the responses and chatter. Before he knew it the idle nature of the conversation was helping. He looked again to each face, covered or otherwise of the people around him. Some where a lot more threatening then others. The medic looked like a simple enough guy, but of course he wasn't. Medical training and a seer? Bud's got talent.

The strange cat lady was also a point of notice. He didn't like the big thing she was bringing with her. He also didn't like the fact that after this flying bucket landed, he'd be on one himself. He shuddered at the thought. Maybe she could give him some tips on the creatures later. "I've just got Lyme disease, pox, a cold, and uhm, the black death last time I checked. Nothing to stress over." He chided over to James. He was glad to be joking at a time like this. Like captain's saying, they are going into a completely undocumented scenario. He hoped they could talk like this most of the trip.

"Luckily for you captain, I fix engines in my sleep. So there's nothing to worry about."  As the pilot lit up the comms, he looked out to the side of the vehicle. He may have been away from the outside, but he could still see those big things. He wasn't scared per say, but seeing them reminded him once again of his reality. This wasn't a pub they were sitting in, it was a delivery. Soon he'd be on the ground, expected to deal with things of at least that size. He sighed to himself, trying to let his smile drift too far away. At least those one's wont eat me.

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Morran@MechonRaptor@Mega Birb@13org@deadpixel101@Mataus
Nathaniel shook his head. "No no. There is a deference. If you're saying your nervous, your cocky, arrogant, ignorant. You don't respect the Wild. What it stands for, what it does to people, military and civvi alike. But fear-" He nodded as he leaned forward, looking through the commander with a thousand yard stare, subtle wide eyes and a light smirk. It would seem almost like a crazed look with a touch of amusement. He could be confused with a wildling if Jake hadn't read up on his profile, which James figured he must've. He did when he ran Jester.

"Fear is that primal instinct that helps even the most sophisticated and civilized men and women survive in the sea of death which is the Wild. It humbles you, it shows you respect what's out there. Without it, your nothing more than meat to something bigger and deadlier. We're no longer the apex predators of the animal kingdom, not any more, not with Leviathans and god knows what else mucking about. With all due respect sir, I believe fear and nervousness are different. Though they intertwine they are different entities in their own right. Call me crazy or call me wise, fuck, call me an asshole. I don't care...With all due respect." He sighed, two plumes of smoke exiting his nose as he sat back and looked down to his rifle. He nodded, leaning his head to the side.

"But I guess with this being said I should say that I've lived out in the Wild a good portion of my life as a scavenger accompanying rangers into the Wild. Lived in Outpost Archeron. I scavenged for a while but some shit happened that forced my hand. Joined the military and the ranger division. Why? so I can come out here into the Wild and keep doing what I like doing. Guess you can say I'm an adrenaline junkie for shit like this. Now as for what brought me here? Transferred. Jester was shutdown. Reasons are classified but before I lead them, I watched over them like an angel. I was three angels in one. I was their guardian angel, the angel of vengeance and the angel of death. I hold the ranger's marksmen record with a confirmed kill over 2200 meters with this baby here." He tapped his rifle with a grin.

"So basically I'm here to watch you all run into the fray as I find a nice comfy tree or piece of land to lay in and watch over your asses. Especially yours Isis...Woof. He laughed as he looked at Isis. A lighthearted jab at her. He looked back over the crew.

"I'm the Grim Reaper ladies and gents. My touch of death can be felt a mile plus away before you here my call. By then I have moved on. Nothing more than a faint whisper in history." There was the slight crazed smirk of his. Internally he was scared shitless. This mission brought him past his comfort zone. Well into the brush. Creatures of the abyss wandered this expansive hellhole. in droves. Past the nearest outpost, past any decent form of sanctuary but despite this fear, he felt serenity. This was like a second home to him with a love hate relationship. It was like the old world when people would dive with sharks or skydive. Death was an immediate threat before jumping in with sharks or jumping out of a perfectly good aircraft. But in the moment one got inches from a Great White, or when they let gravity take them thousands of feet back to earth, it was the closest thing to being alive anyone could get without dying. But as he has seen, in those final moments of someone's life, is when life's greatest question "Why are we here?" is answered. The answer:

To survive...

[Assistant]
Spook scoffed at Jake telling her to ease it up with her weapons, though she still complied and sheathed the sword on her back. "Just 'cause I'm being pessimistic doesn't mean I'm wrong." She leaned forward and stashed the whetstone somewhere on her person, though exactly where was a mystery. Otherwise, she nodded to what the others said, at least until Nate had a psychotic break and started calling himself the Grim Reaper. At this, she looked up at him, blank stare of the mask calling him on his shit before she even said anything.

"Bullshit. Ninety-six has the farthest confirmed kill, 2500 meters. Took a Wild One Chieftain's head clean off, fucker was dead before he hit the ground. You're in seventh, behind Gunnery Sergeant Carlos Hathcock, at 2,286 meters with an M2 Browning machine gun." She took a second to let the fact sink in, that he was eighty-six meters short of outranging an automatic weapon. And then she picked up where she left off. "You're eighty-six meters short of a guy in a jungle with a machine gun, and three-hundred of the record. You wanna go for it? By all means, but everything out here is pissed off enough to know you're shooting at it from four miles away. Now are you done being edgy?" Spook sat back and crossed her arms and legs, right foot bouncing lightly to keep the time.

She happened to glance over at Isis while she awaited some kind of response. Nate was right about one thing, she had to admit; she had an ass to kill for.


[System]
Age: 35
Nationality: American W/ German citizenship
Gear/Weapons:
Heckler & Koch FABARM FP6 Entry: A short 14" barrel variation on the standard 12 gauge shotgun.
Heckler & Koch HK69A1: Hand-held pistol style Grenade launcher
Heckler & Koch USP: .45 ACP Variant sidearm pistol.

Apperance:

Bio:
Alright, let's just get this out of the way: Yes, his grandfather was a Nazi, moving on.

Born in America, his father raised him on stories of living in the German Ghetto of post WW2. His father, who became an American citizen and then joined the US NAVY as a medic during Vietnam. They lived as well as anyone else on a retired benefits package, slightly padded because his dad worked for the VA after leaving the service so he filled out his own VA forms with full knowledge of all the little tips and tricks to get every penny coming to them. Andrew Studied hard and had full plans to go to west-point then enlist as an officer, lifetime career to the meatgrinder...Then his dad died.

Technically both his parents died, but he was never strongly attached to her. She acted more like a big sister than a mother as she wanted to be his friend rather than someone to depend on. They were out to the store when they got front-ended by a drunk driver who went over the middle divider, the front seats were impaled by the engine block and the back seat wasn't much better but he survived with 'superficial' damage to his limbs more than his main flesh.

Now an orphan too young to emancipate, he had to move to Germany to be with his ailing grandfather. Rind was a nice enough city, named after the river, or the river named after the city? He went to school there while taking care of his grandfather who volunteered at the local Hebrew temple in Contrition for what he did when he was younger. "After it was all over, after the dust had settled, we were shown just what we had been fighting for that whole time...it broke something inside of me. Not all of us fought on the winning, or right, side of the war."

Different than he planned, but still on his schedule. He fast-tracked himself to attend Führungsakademie der Bundeswehr in Hamburg rather than returning to America to go to West Point. He was doing this to honor his family, not his country. He graduated 2 years later in the middle of his class and was one of the lucky few drawn from a lottery to be interviewed. He told his story of living on both sides of the ocean with nothing but propaganda to filter his views of the world but not letting it cloud his judgment. They deemed his clearheadedness a unique trait that would be needed when dealing with entities on the other side.
Personality:
A calm and clear-minded individual, he likes to gather all the information he can before coming to a judgment. Often a member of student councils and a personal mediator in conflicts growing up. He is a herald of peace in times of war, a dove with eagles claws.
Other:

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Jack walked along behind his commander carrying his HK416 on his shoulder. He spotted the decrepit fence noticing it coul be a pasture of some sort. Maybe it wasn't so far off from Kansas as he thought..exploring the field could be quite an experience. Why not? They would still fulfill their mission.
"Sir, Why not? Let's follow the fence"
Jack glanced toward either end of the fence he could see nothing seemed to be wrong.

[Assistant] The fence was a surprise to Lucas. He had been expecting to encounter natives of the world some time, but finding something instantly recognizable was comforting. It meant that the inhabitants were not completely alien, had somewhat similar architecture ideas, and were likely civilized. Lucas nodded approvingly at the suggestion that they follow it. "Yes sir, that sounds good. Let's check it out." He shifted his pack as he examined the field. It did indeed look like a pasture, but it was pretty run down... Maybe who ever built this had long since abandoned it? He wasn't a historian or archeologist, but Lucas couldn't help but start to develope theories about this world from every tiny bit of information he got. Maybe the civilization had died out already and all they would discover were ruins? No... a wooden fence would have decayed long before then... Well, there was only one way to get more information. "I want to find out more about this world..."

[User]
"I swear to god: if we come up on the ewoks village, I'm going to loose it."
The next two hour or so passed without incident as he tried to keep a lookout for not just the strange, but the familiar as well. Signs of local German flora or fauna, even an oak leaf or chipmunk would be of some reassurance. Then came the fence, he was an army brat and a city-kid so he had no bearing on fences beyond picket-iron-chainlink. But this proved to have both benefits and drawbacks.
Assuming the best case scenario for them, it would be n abandoned dwelling with perhaps some sort of writing and food samples for the science teams to comb over with a fine toothed comb. An abandoned house would also give them a rest point and forward position of shelter against whatever this world might bring. Even a turtle-shell roof against deadly meteor showers. The other chance is to make fist contact with cannibal hobbits who want them to stay for dinner.

"Sir, logic would dictate that this area is corded off for a reason, that means civilized tool using people. Our chances of encountering fauna and local natives that are capable of thought and reasoning goes up exponentially. This fence could be one, ten, or a hundred years old."
He looked to the others in the group for their support or at least to get a read on their faces. He saw the medic having carried so much extra gear to keep them alive, a twinge of guilt struck him. That guilt became an idea to force a break on the group to reconsider following the fence.
"Snider. We're halfway there, do you want me to take some off your back for the next leg?"

[Assistant]
Karl nodded in agreement. Their job was to recon the area for any signs of anything, a fence was more then enough reason to investigate, even if it looked like it hadn't been maintained in forever.
"Right. Okay let's move out then. Keeps your eyes open, just in case. For all we know those green things back at the entrance could have made this."
It took the group about 20 minutes to follow the fence over the hill to it's origin. The burnt out ruins of what appeared to be a farm house and a barn, along with some other smaller buildings. It wasn't recent though and you didn't have to be an expert to see that. Most of the ash was gone and plants had started to grow up in some of the ruins, this farm had obviously been destroyed a long time ago. Two things, however stood out. Littered about where withered, burned wooden shafts, probably arrows of some sort. And the other was a dagger sticking out of one of the burnt posts on what would've been the farmhouse. The dagger was in good condition, albeit very rusted, and was most likely placed there after the fire. The final thing that was noticeable was a fading path, that connected to a larger path that conveniently led off into the mountains.
"Well, whatever was here isn't anymore. Hmm... That path there leads towards the mountains, we can take that. If there is an easy way through them this path would probably lead us there."
He turned to the group.
"Right, okay we'll take a 5 minute break and then continue."
Turning back towards the burned down house, Karl started to take a closer look at the dagger. Probably a message from whoever attacked whoever.

[User]
"Right ok we'll take a five minute break and then continue"

Jack took a sip from his water bottle and replaced it in his coat. He contemplated sitting on the ground but his curiousity of the farmhouse was greater than the weariness of walking all day.
Jack climbed over the fence walking around to the back of the building. Jack walked into to the barn and looked around picking up a withered stick to look at. It could have been an arrow or maybe a piece of some other tool; a plow or rake.
The building was old and Jack wondered what had destroyed it? Why? Was this place so close to earth as to have wars of sorts? It seemed to be at least as civilized as earth. Fields, fences, what if they had just stumble back in time not into another world? The troll the German police had seen came back to him. No that must not be it. If the building was newer he could tell more he was no expert on this...
He was egar to continue on up onto the mountains standing on the path lookin up seeing if anything coul. Be discerned by the little path.

[Assistant]
"Snider. We're halfway there, do you want me to take some off your back for the next leg?"

Lucas shook his head when Keller asked if he needed any help. It was uncomfortable, but not unmanageable. Besides, as a medic he wasn't supposed to do any sort of fighting (unless it was to protect his patients), so it didn't matter if he was a little over-encumbered. "Thanks Keller, but no I'm good. It's just bulky, no big deal."

***

When the group arrived at the house (if it could even be called that anymore), Lucas dropped his pack and joined Karl in examining the dagger, followed by wandering into the house and taking a look around. His curiosity was plainly visible on his face as he did so. The architecture was just like back on earth (albeit, a very early European style), and the dagger looked like something straight out of their history museums... This was odd. How could two separate dimensions have the same basic technology and architecture? Did humans from early in earth's history discover another portal like this and settle here? It seemed unlikely, since something that impressive would surely have been documented in some of the historical records. What about the technological development in and of itself? Could it be that there was general direction which was the most efficient for technological progress, so any civilization would develop along the same lines as earth had? Lucas shook his head, perplexed. He was a doctor, but questions like this were still far above his pay grade.

When he finished investigation, he walked back over to Karl and remarked "Seems odd eh, Sir? Everything here looks like it could have been made on earth maybe 500, 600 years ago."

[User]
"Seems odd eh, Sir? Everything here looks like it could have been made on earth maybe 500, 600 years ago."

Karl grabbed the dagger, giving it a small wiggle as he yanked it out of the post. The dagger was thin, decorated with a mixture of long, straight lines and curled short ones. The blade itself had two curves in it and looked more ornamental then one meant for use.
"Maybe, but people 600 years ago at least knew how to make proper blades. Whoever made this preferred looks over use."
He examined the blade a bit closer before shoving it in one of the empty pouches he had.
"Alright, time to go. Weirden, Keller! Break times over! Let's follow this path here. It'll be easier and probably safer."

The small dirt path obviously hadn't been traveled on in a very long time, though a few animal footprints could be spotted on it. Guess no one had any reason of visiting a burned out barn. The dirt road was long, but eventually lead to a larger one. The larger one ran off into two directions, one towards the mountains and one towards the forest. The larger dirt road also looked like people used it recently, fairly recently. Footprints, horse tracks, wheels and some other unidentifiable tracks littered the road. This pretty much confirmed that people still lived here. Karl squatted down, getting a better look at the tracks.
"Maybe something of a main road?" He looked up, scanning the horizon in both directions.
"Might just be a slow time in the day. Alright, we'll take this to the mountains." He stood back up, motioning towards his men to follow. The road was long and very empty, after another two hours of walking the group didn't come across anything else except for the occasional road sign. The letters on the signs were various circles and spirals. Obviously not a language from their world. At each sign Karl took pictures of the lettering in case they'd need to translate it later. Around the third hour mark two figures appeared in the distance. People. Karl started running situations through his head. Should they jump of the road and hide while they pass? Should they try to apprehend them, see what they could learn from them? Thinking over his options, he quickly decided to go with the best one that would draw the least attention.
"Safeties off, but no sudden movement. Just keep walking. If they look like they are going to try something you may fire. If this truly is like the times of old, then four oddly dressed people won't stand out too much."
Karl flipped his MP7's safety off, keeping his finger resting just outside the trigger guard in case they were hostile.

[Assistant] Lucas flipped the safety off his carbine with a metalic click and took up the rear of the group. Who were the people they spotted? What did they look like? Were they human? Alien? Monsterous? Oh in his heart he truely wanted to take the lead and be the first to get a closer look, but the situation demanded that he stay in the back incase shit went sideways. Wouldn't want the medic to be the first casualty of an alien attack. *ThumpThump ThumpThump ThumpThump* His beating heart betrayed his excitement. First contact, oh what a time to be alive! And he was part of the group doing it!


[System]
Age
17
Place of Residence
166 Everbrook Circle
Personality Traits
The Prescott's are known for being fiscally responsible, intelligent, upstanding citizens of Everbrook. Abbie Prescott is an anomaly if one would expect such things from the daughter of James Prescott and Laura Lee Sparrow.

Abigail isn't the greatest of students, not particularly book smart, nor is she particularly the model daughter of such a family. The only thing in common she holds with her father's family is being fiscally responsible, though she sort of has to be considering the fact that she is not allowed great privilege despite being from a prestigious family. She has no credit card, no allowance, and is expected to be "self-determined"; to earn everything that she wants. It's easy to be fiscally responsible when you are the only girl on Everbrook Circle without expendable income. In fact, the only thing she has is a car and that was only because her Sweet Sixteen allowed her to finally get one. She didn't even think she was getting one until her mother put the keys in her hand.

She hates it. She hates all of it. But it's life.

Speaking of her manners, Abbie isn't exactly mean, but she does channel her frustrations in a less than tactful manner. She's sarcastic, often at other's expenses. She thinks she has it just as bad as kids from Courtland Street, even if it's not exactly comparable. She's rather self-centered and when she gets mad she seems to make everything out to be much worse than it is. Her own cousin, Samuel, thinks she's full of hot air. For those that know Abbie they probably wouldn't contest that much.

That said, Abbie isn't a sociopath or even a "Queen Bee" type. She certainly frames herself to be an alpha, but a lot of that seems to be more present on the basketball court rather than in casual conversation. Whereas her family prefers social niceties, Abbie doesn't. In fact, Abbie's honest demeanor can be oft mistaken for antagonistic japes when she is merely being blunt. Though sometimes it would help if she could read the room, or measure her responses better. Of all the kids born from the families on Everbrook Circle, one could probably do worse than Abigail "Abbie" Prescott. That much is for sure. At least she won't brag about having more money than you, after all.
Family History/Backstory
The Prescott Family is one of the oldest families in the city of Everbrook.

Abigail, Abbie to anyone that knows her, has had a motor since she was old enough to walk. Despite only growing to be five-foot-three she has shown an affinity for competition and a flair for the dramatic. Every single girls' basketball team in Everbrook has highlighted her talents at the guard position. Still, the spotlight hasn't made her happy enough. She wants to be free of Everbrook and while she has the prestige that a member of the Prescott Family deserves, she lacks the opportunity. In over nine generations not a single Prescott has left Everbrook. Some who wanted to never got the chance to.

But family secrets are elusive, flying under Abbie's radar with relative ease. She's not particularly inquisitive due to her hyper-focused and self-centered nature. Her Sweet Sixteen wasn't too long ago and the idea of a collegiate basketball career has not yet crossed her mind. Right now she's hoping to drag Everbrook's sorry excuse for a girls' basketball program to a State and National Championship. However, she might not get that chance. The upcoming summer is strange and full of misfortune. She had been called up to a basketball camp… but her invitation was canceled last minute when the camp was canceled. When she tried to drive out of Everbrook for a festival in another state the only way out was blocked off by a traffic accident on six different occasions.

What the hell was going on?
Other Info
* The Prescott's are rather wealthy. They have run the Prescott Cider Mill since 1736 and own several non-essential businesses in Everbrook. One member of the family was even Mayor during the First World War.
* Her mother comes from a long line of bankers. Her grandfather runs the Prescott National Bank.
* Her car is a 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner. She hoped for something more modern, but it's Everbrook. There are still functional payphones, after all.
* She has a part-time job working at the local supermarket -- though its more of a general store.

[User]
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"You sound crazy."

Abbie sighed, as she listened to everyone recounting their experiences. Cancelled plane tickets, broken vans, and teleporting bikes. It all sounded like nonsense, even with Will's paranoid dead sister recounting the same wild story he did.

Everything everyone said could be explained away. Gabi was poor, Will was delusional and probably sick in the head, and the pandemic wasn't even officially officially over so of course things got canceled. Thinking weird shit was real was something people who were always going to be stuck in this town thought about, and Will was the exact type of person to try to push something like this. His sister's death had made him even weirder than he already was--and he was pretty frickin' weird.

"Just because the ferry's out or whatever doesn't mean shit. Personally, I think you have brain worms. But yeah, I agree that we need to get out of here. The faster I'm out of this stupid library the better."

[Assistant]
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 Everbrook Public Library
Old Room. May 28th 2020.

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 "You sound crazy."

Of course, he sounded crazy. He felt crazy. But there was one thing that made him feel that he wasn't simply losing his mind. He gripped Sarah's notebook in his hand. "I know I sound nuts. And I don't care if you believe me or not." He stood up, looking towards the door of the room. "But my sister was worried about something before she died. I'm going to find out what it was, and maybe find out why she and those others killed themselves."

He wiped the sweat from his brow, and slowly looked at the others gathered in the room. "You guys don't have to believe me either. I'm used to it. But I want to find out what happened to Sarah." He pushed past the others, and walked out of the room. The Prescott girl...her family ran the whole damn town. He wondered if her family knew more about the things that went on than they let on, but he had no place to question or argue, especially with one of the social royalty of town.

[User]
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Everbrook Public Library
May 28th 2020 | The Stacks/Old Room

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 "You sound crazy."

Jess cringed a bit at that one, the comment while sighed still seemed too direct and to the point. Sure, she herself was skeptical of the idea that something supernatural was happening but flat out calling someone crazy was a bit harsh. She couldn't really say anything though as she didn't even know these people and maybe the two didn't get along. Will seemed to be the outcast after all and if the girl was in with the popular loop it would make sense that they might not get along. Still, she really should have tried to consider the boy's feelings a bit more though that was unlikely since the added words to her previous statement weren't much better. This all suddenly seemed unbearably awkward and Jess worried about how the boy before them might react.

Honestly, he had taken it in stride with the words he first spoke but his body language said differently. The tight grip and the eyes glancing to the door as if wanting to escape spoke volumes that the girl's words had probably hurt him after all but it was the continuation of his initial statement that sent Jess reeling. Died? She felt her stomach drop instantly before twisting in knots at that. She had thought he was being the defending brother, not someone lost and looking for answers about his own sister. It made it even worse to hear that she had taken her own life and apparently, she was not the only one to do so. It made her think of her own mother's death and how she had been desperately trying to find answers after it happened, trying to look back for any signs that she might have missed, anything that she should have done differently. She knew that stinging pain and her heart went out to him in understanding.

Jess barely registered when he spoke to the rest of the group as she had been lost in the past but there was no missing when he brushed past them. She bit the inside of her cheek slightly, telling herself not to ask the other girl if it was really necessary to have said those things as nothing good would come of it. Instead, she turned heel and exited the dusty room. It was creepy as hell in there and that was not the type of history she had been wanting to find. What kind of town was this?! One thing was for sure, it felt wrong to let Will leave like this. It was probably gonna be a wild goose but if it helped him get closure then why not? She had nothing better to do and maybe she would learn more hearing from someone or multiple people who lived there then in these books."Will! Wait up!", she called, working to catch up with him.

[Assistant]
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"Yes, we can help!"

Amira went off after the both of them, quickly deciding against staying in that room for any second longer. The poor kid had a lot on his shoulders, and losing his sister was the absolute worst. Shew couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like; not that she had any siblings, but nonetheless losing a loved one you were close to was beyond horrible. Amira followed behind them at a quick pace, not wanting to idly stand by knowing that Will was going through his difficult moment. She wasn't entirely sold on the supernatural being responsible for these occurrences, but there had to be something more at play other than mere inconveniences that kept creeping up on people, herself included.

"Where are you going to start?" The girl adjusted her bag, still rushing after William. "You should make a plan rather than rushing in and getting involved in something like this."

Was she overstepping? Quite possibly, but Amira was concerned about Will. She didn't want to see him to get hurt, and she knew the guilt would kill her if she didn't at least try to reason with him.

[User]
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Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library

Date: May 28th, 2020

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"Well, I wouldn't exactly call this a mystery." Asélie replied, skeptical to the core, to Amira.

All and all, it was crazy talk, like the blonde suggested. So what if Will found his sister's journal, or that they were having trouble leaving town? The world had been experiencing a pandemic; of course people would experience difficulties in getting around with everything being shut down or delayed. Sure, Asélie had been practically begging her parents to move back to Canada, but making it out to be some sort of supernatural issue was scoff-worthy. To Asélie, the only thing even remotely spooky about all of this was learning that Will's sister, Sarah, had killed herself.

"Tu me prends pour un poisson," She commented in reply but to no one in particular. "But whatever. It's something to do, I guess."

Leaning her skateboard against her shoulder, Asélie walked over to the return box for library material and deposited her items that needed to be returned before following Will and the two girls out of the room.

[Assistant]
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"Fuck, man..." Gabi huffed. Of anyone present, she thought she should have been the one to believe Will without hesitance. But on some level, for some reason, she couldn't. It wasn't that she didn't believe in the supernatural. In some form, there had to be something more out there. There was just too much weirdness in the world to fully explain away. For fuck's sake, she'd been bigfoot hunting. Maine wasn't even really peak sasquatch country. Maybe on some level, she realized it would have been a wild goose chase rather than a wild ape chase, but she still had some faith in the concept.

So why wasn't she sold on this? Why, when confronted with something possibly paranormal, did she find herself doubting? It didn't make sense to her. Maybe if this wasn't so raw and personal, she might have been more open to it. Some long-forgotten local legend that would lead to a night in some abandoned cabin talking to nobody, trying to contact the spirits of the departed through some culturally appropriated board game might have been an instant in, but the fact that it was Will's sister was throwing her off. Grief was a hell of a thing. Logic and clear thought became foggy in its wake, and when it came crashing down on someone's psyche, it could make them believe in truly crazy stuff.

But dammit, if Will needed anything, it was a bit of support. Gabi ran her fingers through her hair and let out another anxious breath, then started after him and Amira. Up the stairs, and mercifully out of the creepy old archive room, she hurried her pace to catch up. "Hey. I know I don't know ya too much, but I'm in. Doin' this alone's no way to deal with this, yeah?" She offered, giving the two a tight-lipped smile. There was a definite aura of sympathy in the action, but part of her worried it might have been misconstrued as overtly pitiful.

She agreed with Amira's suggestion of a plan. A passionate moment and a desire for truth could well have sent them on a dead ended path. "Yeah, yeah, for sure. Whaddaya think? Anywhere ya think we should check out first?"


[System]
Codename: Quake

City of Operation: Cleveland

Appearance: Short brown hair with some blonde highlights. Grace is built tall and lanky, and without slouching is 6' 3". She often wears simple clothing that she can hide her bulletproof vest and gear inside. This often means hoodies and jeans or cargo pants with pockets. Since she's not concerned with a secret identity she doesn't wear a mask and thus is called Quake only by the inhabitants since they needed something to call her.

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Superpowers:
Earth Control: A Caught ability. Can move any kind of rock, but cannot move metal or refined rock. Hand movements are key to manipulating earth and thus if her hands are bound she cannot manipulate earth in a controlled manner. Using her mind without her hands lowers her upper limit for controlling earth of one ton to one hundred pounds.

Lie Detection: A Caught ability. Inherent sense of a lie without training of any kind. Innaccurate, however, Grace can't pinpoint which statment is a lie unless they're all said separately.

Skills/ Talents:
Customer Service: Through years of waitressing and doing customer service, Grace has learned to keep a cool head and a straight face in the worst of situations.

Practical Plans: Grace has learned to be practical in most of what she does. Her plans aren't usually the most creative, but they work the best.

Equipment:
Cheap self defense items mostly including mace and a cute cat charm that doubles as brass knuckles.

Weaknesses:
Cannot use powers effectively if her hands are bound or if Grace surrounded by metal.

Only wants to fight as a super hero to stop the craziness of the supervillian rampage. Anything beyond that will take convincing and a sincere effort to make her see that becoming a super hero is the best idea. However, seeing how she's been out of work a few times due to super hero fights, this is unlikely. She leans more towards becoming a hero than before, however.

Psyche:
Grace has no interest in being a superhero. In fact, if it wasn't for the whole incident with all ther heroes in Cleveland suddenly lighting on fire, Grace would have been happy to remain a civilian in all cases. Beyond seeing that fighting the supervillians is a good thing to do, Grace doesn't much care about the 'fight of the week' as she calls it. If anything, her lack of concern for the city aside from fighting for 'the poor schmucks that get caught in the crossfire' is quite alarming, and as such it's not surprising that she could also turn her back on the ideal if she makes sure that no one gets hurt by it. Grace has no interest in becoming a big shot hero. She can however, say that maybe she does like being a hero a little bit more than before.

History: I don't need more than one or two paragraphs here, but the more detail the better.
Born into middle class Grace had an average upbringing. If something exciting happened during her childhood it might have been that her father got a promotion at work so that they all moved into upper middle class. She started work early at the age of fifteen and saved up for a car. She got one as a gift a few years later. It was a plain sandy color and didn't stand out much. At eighteen she graduated with slightly above average grades and started to attend university the same year. She stayed in Cleveland with her parents for a while before moving out to stay in her own apartment.

Senior year was when the White Rain event occurred. She heard the thunder and saw the clouds but did not leave or seek shelter as she was more interested in getting her groceries home than worrying about getting wet. However, when it started to rain milk she decided to slowly move to shelter then seek out the government's help. She remained at university for four years then graduated. The summer that she graduated was mostly uninteresting and she remained in a waitress job until she was fired due to the hero epidemic destroying her workplace.

Shortly after the event she got registered and returned to her life. She had no interest in her powers besides honing them in secret when she could and using them to help with any landscaping jobs she had the potential to do. As the superhero and supervillian threat rose, she found herself out of a job very often due to her place of employment being destroyed in the battle. As a result she's held many jobs, and learned to avoid trouble. However, when all the heroes of Cleveland 'got fired', Grace stepped up to restore balance.

[User] Pearl scowls at the cigar man. "I don't think you understand." She says. "I do have a choice. It doesn't matter if I'm wanted, I will not take off the armour. I will definitely not remove my pulse cannon from my possession outside of a Xeaforge Industries controlled area." She put the pulse cannon to her hip, where it attached magnetically, looking like she was carrying a small barrel on her side. "But I will pay for what I've done." She looked at the large guy, Blueberry Muscles as one of the men had called him, before she turned to Aaron. "Round up the animals, your own discretion." She turns to move after the lion that had moved behind the penguin house. "Call down the overwatch drone. Use it to help round up the animals." She says to ANAI. A few moments later, what looks like a three meter wide disk descends near the ground The bottom of it was a blueish-whiteish colour, while the top was a black colour. It moved to animals (under ANAI's control) and began to make noises that sounded like a loud version of a gaming controller's vibrations. The Xeaforge men themselves were surrounding animals and scaring them into their pens again.

[Assistant]
Lee Kyger-Ifrit

Outside Cleveland Metroparks Zoo

Lee immediately whipped his hand back and shut of the stream of fire. With the dragons help, they had incinerated the animal lady, once the smoke had cleared, all that was left was a charred husk. He had never killed someone before, but to appease his conscious, he told himself that it was the work of the Dragon. It was enough to to stop himself from throwing up, which was a thing that he did not want to so. Lee sighed, now all that they had to do was finish up the armor lady, and that was that.

Thankfully, the girl and her crew, who had been affected to the heat of fire, surrendered. Lee sighed a sigh of relief. He really did not want to fight that, it was annoying enough to deal with the animal lady. Her crew surrounded her, maybe trying to see if they would attack, which was a precaution he probably also would have taken in her situation.

Lee glanced the the blue guy, cigar man and the earth girl, who had argued that surrendering meant putting their guns down. But if they were in there shoes, they would have felt the they were in a hostile environment. She had turned on them, those who wished to help her in a dangerous situation. Now that the situation had diffused, and she was the only on left, she was in danger. There was always the possibility them attacking her because of the situation that had just taken place.

Lee slowly descended until his feet touched the hot asfault and transformed into his normal human self. Since the threat had been dealt with, he did not have much to worry about. That did not mean he was ready to transform back. "Well shit." Lee mumbled when he saw the armor girl revel her face. He never expected a good looking girl like her to be so, unreasonable. An argument ensued but he really did not care to much, things had been taken care of. Lee shrugged and walked away, maybe he would head to the mall, he had never been to the Cleveland mall before.

[User]
Although Drake didn't show any facial expressions, he felt guilty about what he had just done, he had killed the villain and he just stood there silently. He watched as the Ohio National Guard entered the zoo ground and pointed guns at them. Drake's body stopped being on fire and even though he wasn't for surrendering he was compliant and bowed his head in a slight bit of shame, averting his eyes.

"I didn't want her to die, I lost control. I'm sorry" he said ashamed. His tempter had gotten him to do something that wasn't heroic and criminal, some would argue that it was self defense, but he felt guilty and horrible. He had done something that was monstrous and it wasn't a wonder why people hated him and called him a monster. James' anger is what had gotten him trapped in this terrible form and now it had killed someone. This wasn't his first time killing, but he still hated it and it made him feel like he didn't deserve to ever be changed back into a human.

This was his first time working together with other heroes to fight villain and it didn't seem to have gone that well.

[Assistant]
When Tess's consciousness finally returned, she realized that she was moving in some sort of vehicle. She could feel the wind — oh, how she loved the feeling of cool air — blowing against her, her hair had fallen out of the ponytail sometime when she wasn't awake. She found difficulty in opening her eyes, her eyelids felt like boulders that her eyesockets had the unfortunate burden of carrying. She tried raising her head up, and she banged it off the cold hard side of the minicar. That was enough to get her eyes open.

"Ow, fuck!" she cursed aloud, clutching her head in pain. She'd already suffered a concussion and clumsily banging it around wasn't helping that matter. She looked at the driver and recognized her as Phoenix. She clasped her hand over her mouth, realizing her language might not be appreciated by the adult professional. "How long have I been out? Where are we going?" she asked, looking at the trees they passed as the motorcycle advanced down the road. Hoping she wasn't coming off as disrespectful or ungrateful, she added, "Thank you. I'm sorry."

[User]
When the girl cursed, Rose smiled beneath her helmet, the grin hidden behind her mask. Tess was awake, and that meant she had not suffered any severe damages. As her mask already muffled her voice, without the further hindrance of the wind rushing past her face at 60 miles per hour, she did not speak. They were not far from her base, after all. Passing by rows and rows of trees and shrubbery, she realized that the drive was quite nice- making a mental note of that, she decided to try to enjoy the sights when time allowed for it.

After several more minutes of driving, Rose slowed to a stop behind a bush, concealed from the view of the road. Setting the kickstand, she turned off the vehicle, and stood. Helmet still on, the Phoenix offered her hand to Tess, to help her stand.

"You've only been out for ten minutes or so, which is perfectly normal. Come with me, little one. This is my base of operations."

Taking Tess's hand, and leading her gently out of the sidecar, she led her into the building by the bushes. An old military hospital, long since abandoned, the brick structure was sturdy and strong, barely affected by years of weather and neglect. Though the brick was covered by moss and spiderwebs, the color fading, the windows blackened and cracked, it still looked impressive. As she was unable to fly to the roof where her base was, Rose merely took Tess into the front lobby. The furniture was old, but nice, and Rose sat Tess down on a little vintage couch, taking a seat next to the girl.

"What is your name?"

[Assistant]
The girl was staring blankly at her surroundings. There was something beautiful about the abandoned hospital. It was so quiet, peaceful. She appreciated the solitude, and songbirds provided a sweet melody in the trees outside. The couch was quaint and comfortable enough. She snapped out of her gaze and remembered the question that she'd just been asked. "Tess," she said. Before the possibility of Phoenix asking about a last name, she added, "That's it. Just Tess."

She rubbed her fingers on her temples, the headaches were still present but the pain hadn't subsided. "Do you have... Like Tylenol or something?"


[System]
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Seelie Sidhe (Faerie)

Physical Description:

Talents:-Flight: The ability to fly with proficient maneuverability for a long duration of time.

-Nature Magic: The ability to manipulate nature in various ways such as entangling creatures with branches or roots, concealing himself within the earth, or harnessing energy from plant life to strengthen his blade.

-Illusory Manipulation: Can use Illusion Magic to disguise himself or create minor sensory illusions against others.

-Sleep Inducing Magic: The ability to induce a narcoleptic state of sleep in targeted creatures. (Related: Karram also has the innate ability to create illusions or send messages to sentient beings in their dreams.)

-Empathy: The ability to perceive people's emotions and motives.

-Sword-fighting: He is a trained swordfighter.

History:The Sylian branch family is renowned in the faerie community of Ireland. For centuries they have served as judges in the Seelie Court, with the primary responsibility of doling out punishment for faeries who have committed crimes against the mortals or faerie brethren. Karram Sylian's family was different however. He was the unfortunate product of an unlawful relationship between a Seelie faerie and an Unseelie faerie. His father was pronounced a traitor to the community and both he and his forbidden lover were executed. Karram Sylian was to be banished from the Seelie Court and sent to the Ashen Pit where Unseelie miscreants lived. However his father's brother, Eromyr, was able to convince the council to spare the infant faerie and grant him 20 years of life to prove his usefulness to the community. The council gave in and allowed Eromyr to adopt Karram and teach him as his own.

For the next 15 years Karram grew up learning the ways of the Seelie Court, faerie magic, and other resourceful trades. He never learned about his past or birth parents until his 16th birthday. Eromyr sat him down and explained the scenario that lead to his birth. Astonished and heartbroken, Karram spent the next few weeks lazing in a deep depression. But eventually he came to his senses and decided his life's work would be to amend his family's honor and eventually become Seelie Grandmaster. On his 20th birthday Karram was brought before the council of elders and rigorously tested. His incredibly honed skills and vast faerie knowledge surprised the council, and so they let him live.

Five years later Karram was appointed as a Seelie Adviser, the same position his uncle Eromyr held. He and Eromyr were sent with several others to the United States to set up a new branch of the Seelie Court within the supernatural communities that exist there. Karram was especially excited to travel to a new place where he could make a name for himself without the past haunting his every move. For the last 31 years, Karram has served as an adviser in the courts. He is known for his ability to detect the emotions and motives of defendants as well as his overall intelligence and loyalty; even receiving a few nods from Count Caradoc in the past.

In the human world, Karram originally disguised himself as a young and ambitious David Rodgers. He took up a job as an attorney and excelled in the position for just over 20 years. However he was commanded by the courts to change both his disguise and persona due to skepticism in his office over his apparent lack of aging. So he adopted the name Karl Silverman and has since been working for the IRS at the request of the courts (presumably so he could look into some of the supernaturals who mingle with with the humans).

But now everything has changed. The resurrection of Nemsemet and the slaughter of the Count and his high council has caused chaos in the supernatural world, and the last thing Karram wants is for that chaos to spill into the mortal world. Because if it does, it could bring the whole world to its knees...

Psychological Profile:Karram is unlike most faeries in many ways. Determined and courageous, Karram is always looking to prove himself useful to his community; and to himself. He hides his insecurities and depression by focusing entirely on work, and so he could easily be seen as a workaholic. He finds the usual rambunctious and mischievous nature of his fellow faeries to be immature; whereas he tends to focus on more serious matters. However he does share a deep distrust for Unseelie Sidhe due to his interactions with them in the courts as well as the indoctrination he experienced living with the Seelie Sidhe community in Ireland. Outside of combat or work, Karram is relatively quiet and often becomes entranced in his own thoughts. He also has trouble turning off his professionalism considering he doesn't harbor many actual friendships.

Possessions:-Oakbane, a custom blade enchanted with earthen magic.
-Sylian Pendant, a necklace worn by members of the Sylian Branch Family.
-Faerie Dagger, a small dagger he keeps sheathed on his lower back as a secondary/defensive weapon.

Yes, and:
Karram was one of the presiding advisers during Antonio's preliminary hearing, where he briefly met Flint as well. He was the one that suggested his innocence after reading his emotions in the courtroom. Although initially ignored, Antonio was proven innocent anyway after the murders continued.

Flash forward several decades later, Karram, under his human guise of Karl Silverman, was asked by the IRS to audit the Horizon Foundation before their annual licensing renewal. It was apparent from the start that despite his disguise Antonio knew who he was, more than likely by scent. It was a moderately uncomfortable confrontation but nonetheless remained civil.

(^Can be amended or changed entirely if you don't think it fits.)

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The hidden blade that flew at Gray's face was a bit of a surprise. He twisted to the side and deflected it by raising his right arm. It scratched at his armored forearm before clattering to the ground.

She was fast and strong, quickly breaking the hold Beth had on her and slipping away into the darkness. Leave it to the disembodied spirit to hold someone down! Catch her or subdue the would-be lord surrounded by his minions? Gray took the easier option. He didn't have time to retrieve his shotgun if he wanted to catch her which alone would be a tricky feat. Instead he picked up the gym bag that still lay close on the ground and started sprinting after her. It was a good thing he wasn't a particularly big guy because that would make running a lot harder.

Scaling the fire escape to follow her on the roof was not a feasible option. Plus it led right into any trap she could lay. Gray ran through the alleys below trying to head her off from the ground. This was unfamiliar terrain, he was disadvantaged but it would be better than trying to out-climb something as feral as a vampire. He slowed his pace in order to listen to the movements above. These buildings were thankfully only a few stories high so he could still hear footsteps as she ran atop the roofs. If she got any further away he might lose her. Good thing the block was about to end. Hope she can't leap fifty feet or this would be one hell of a chase.

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The sword was fucking heavy. Much heavier than his own back at the (ruined) Daycare, so Parry's slices and dices among the vamps in the front lobby were much slower than he was used to. A Dawn Blade was a Dawn Blade to a Celestial, but they were unique snowflake weapons, made by the higher ups for each foot soldier. Plus this was Cymriel's sword, Cymriel's wings he was using. Kind of like borrowing your buddy's gun for the evening. If the police traced the serial number without looking at the prints, well, Cym would be up the Creek and Parry would be facing consequences for how he used it.

Ducking, weaving, and parrying was the name of the game then. The maitre'd vampire, Jean, took one look at Parry in the fight and booked it for the kitchen- and Parry let him go. When one of the higher vamps took a swipe at him, Parry went ahead and gave the guy a once-through the arm at the wrist. The vamp's hand dropped to the floor, but Parry didn't follow through, too busy making his way through the melee toward the head snake.

Billy Rikker was on his hands and knees near the back of the foyer, licking Celestial blood out of the carpet with some of his senior vamps.

This whole thing needed to end. Billy had a hundred Thralls and easily half as many pure-vamps in his service, but that number could be cut in half from the wounded and dead they'd piled up. Problem was, Parry knew Billy had more muscle than this and the group only got this far by surprise alone. They needed a bargaining chip to get out of this mess.

"Tony!" Parry yelled, pointing at the head Vamp with his free hand. Hopefully the were-Tiger would get the message over the melee. They needed a hostage to get out of here alive. Or an opportunity to cut the head off this snake. Billy had clout over a lot of the supernaturals in the East Side. A few shifter packs, a witch coven, even a minor fae court. They probably wouldn't throw in with Tony just because Billy was dead or captured, but they might reconsider their loyalties after their leashes were cut.

Parry, meanwhile, let Autumn and Gray (YUMMY!) book it for the vamp that had run out the front door. Parry was content to let them go for her, unfurling his wings fully to block the Entrance/Exit doors so the horde didn't follow them out into the streets.

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On instinct Beth flickered in and out of tangibility to avoid the swipe of a blade and in an attempt to seize hold of the vampire girl again. The first proved successful, but the girl managed to slip away before Beth could solidify her hand, and sped off down the street via the rooftops. Beth's hand slammed against the brick wall; she felt only an opposing force.

Her speed was nothing compared to a vampire, even one so young, and the farther she went from the club, the less she knew of her allies' fate. But with so many of them busy, and their mission still fruitless, she took chase alongside the hunter.

Unlike Gray, she knew the layout of this town so well she could draw a better map than Google if she wanted.

She dashed through alleys and office blocks, taking as many natural and supernatural shortcuts as she was privy to, until she caught sight of the vampire once again. The long line of buildings came short there; this was their best opportunity. Beth scanned the street around her for something useful and, finding only trash cans, garbage and broken pieces of glass, sent it all flying towards the vampire. The trash cans went first, a trail of garbage left in the air. She applied as much telekinetic force to the throw that she hoped it would knock the bitch off her feet.

The glass went next, and Beth aimed low. Vampires endured the worst but she only hoped to subdue the girl. "If you have anything useful in that bag of yours, now is the time!" she shouted across the alley to Gray. It would take the both of them, and perhaps another if anyone had bothered to follow them, to take and keep the vampire down. She spared him a brief look, and began to consider throwing him onto the roof.

The idea was too good to waste time debating. Beth manipulated the energies around Gray, picked him up of the ground as a means of warning him, before tossing him onto the roof in front of the vampire. It would be a rocky landing, but she got him there.

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Could any aspect of this mission go as planned? The thought made Karram's head ache like before. The winged angel version of Parael was flying around wielding god knows what kind of mystical blade, Flint and Tony were down for the count, and now the vampire hostage was on the run. Karram wanted to face-palm but felt it better to tag along with Beth and Gray as they pursued their desired target. The vampire was skilled and experienced. But Karram calculated that the three of them together would be enough to capture her, so long as no additional surprises sprang out of nowhere.

Karram watched as Beth manipulated trash cans and bottles and glass pieces, hurling them at the roof runner with great precision. Then she yelled at Gray and sent him flying onto a rooftop nearer to their target. "I'll back him up!" Karram spread his ethereal wings and zipped past Beth heading upward to assist Gray as he landed. By darting to the vampire's rear, he and Gray would have her flanked. As he flew, he drew his dagger and prepared to throw it to the side of the vamp's feet to hopefully halt her from changing course.

With that, he reached the target and aimed the dagger at her feet. He stopped on a dime, hovering a few feet back from her. Karram noted a nearby tree on the street corner at the end of the rooftop. Could be a useful tactic if she attempts to run again... he thought to himself before turning his attention back to the female vampire. His sword was drawn still and he wore a determined expression as he stared at her back.

"Why don't you stop running, okay?" Karram could see Gray was still holding onto the mystery bag of goodies. Hopefully something in there was strong enough to put their vampire friend here down for a bit. If not, Karram may have to delve into his repertoire of sleep-inducing magic and see if that works.


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Race: Cat girl - Beast Folk
Class: Warrior Mage

Blessings:
 Immortality - She doesn't age.
 Partial vampirism - can drink blood and draw power from it.

Inventory:
Magic vault bag - has the storing capacity of 1x3 meters chest.
Many random trinkets
Gold and gems.
Amazon clothing.

Necromantic bone scepter – boosts dark magic.
Vampire necromantic robe – boosts dark magic.

Adventurer's clothes - sturdy set of comfortable clothes, suitable for every adventurer.

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Naisha let out a happy smile as she cuddled into the arms while the redhead was carrying her away from the temple. The dark atmosphere of the place was getting to her and being brought away from it was truly a pleasant feeling.

 When Alex carried her up on the horse and started riding away from the temple, Naisha let out a sigh of relieve as a stream of black blood was running down the edge of her mouth. She had finally managed to overpower the chimera poison in her. She didn't expect to do it this fast, but considering she burned most of her energy in doing it, she was lucky to succeed. Also the chimera poison clashed with the poison she drained from Karette earlier that was still in her body.

 With that done, she wiped the black blood from her face with her hand and looked longingly at Alex's neck… Nai couldn't help herself anymore. She could feel her lover's pulse and hear the blood flowing in her veins." I'm sorry Alex… I cannot hold it anymore." She whispered as she hugged the bigger woman as strong as she can at the moment and gently bit the redhead's neck. Alex's blood was so tasty~ so Naisha drank it with great pleasure. The sensation was incredibly satisfying.

 After she had a fair bit of blood from Alex, Naisha snapped back to her into reality and quickly released her tight hold on the amazon and looked up. A certain slight fear in her eyes could be read as she was afraid that what she did might have made Alex feel uncomfortable or straight out angry." I'm sorry…" She muttered with very weak voice and her cat ears adding to her dejected expression.

[Assistant]
The red blinked a little as she felt Naisha shift in her embrace, glancing down at her lover curiously as Naisha whispered a apology. Returning deep blue eyes blinking a bit more as they gazed at the part vampire. "Mhm?" she questioned before gasping a bit and giving a soft yip in surprise as she felt childhood friend sink her fangs into the amazon's neck. Feeling the smaller body embrace her, sinking closer to the taller woman in order to get better access to the exposed throat, Alex blinked a little as she felt a stinging pain yet it wasn't too bad. After a few heartbeats of the initial pain, it almost felt nice. She even had to bite her bottom lip to cease a moan to escaping her lips. Although, she did start to feel a bit tired as she felt quite a bit of her blood being drained from her. Naisha really did push herself.

Despite this, Alex didn't try to pull away or push her friend off, allowing Naisha to have as much as she needed. When Naisha got her fill and seemed to snap out of it, the black haired woman backed off and gazed up at the taller woman with a slight fear. Alex blinked as she gazed at her apologizing lover, feeling her living flesh on her face flush a bit. Raising a hand to clamp against the bite on her neck as she looked at Naisha. "Don't make that face. You can get away with murder with that face." Alex said in minor embarrassment as she glanced away but cleared her throat and gave a smile. Gently moving her hand away from her neck and to under Naisha's chin to raise it a little and give the feline a pick peck on the lips.

"Hey. It's alright. You're free to feed from me anytime. Rather it be me then some random person. And it's not so bad." Alex tried to reassure, moving her hand to one of the adorable cat ears and gently rubbing it between two fingers.

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"Really?" Naisha asked carefully when Alex stated she could drink her blood when the cat girl needed to. It was a really nice statement that brought a smile on the catgirl's lips. In the past she was used to not really be into drinking blood due the demon pact, but since that was now gone, the thirst was back… or at least at times. Being basically alive now, meant she had her own blood and didn't need to drink it unless the situation demands it like… let's say she burned most her magic and blood to deal with a poison or something.

 The fur on Nai's tail suddenly spiked as she felt the fingers of her lover on her ear. Why were those ears so bloody sensitive! A moan a escaped her mouth as she hugged Alex tightly once again. This was kind of good indeed… being treated like this. Nai enjoyed it when Alex was taking control of the situation.

 "Alex… please… don't … not now…" Nai pleaded to her lover. She was tired and also supposed that the death knight was also quite tired considering the amount of blood she drew out of her.

 Ohh how she wished they had a teleportation, but Nai's teleportation was bound to her dark magic which was now gone. She knew there were teleportation with arcane magic, but did not know it. That said she realized something… if they couldn't teleport, they could at least move even faster.

 Having some of her magic restored now, she concentrated and threw speed boosting spells over both horses. Suddenly the speed increased drastically." I think we will make it back on time…shall we take turns controlling the horses again?"

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Nodding a little in reply to Naisha's words, Alex smiled softly. "Of course it's alright. Try not to drain me dry though so my body can at least create more for you." she grinned a little before the blush on her face deepened at her lover's reaction to the rubbing of the feline ear. Although Naisha pleaded for the red head to stop, her body language almost seemed to disagree. Clinging closer and letting out sounds of pleasure. It was really adorable and it just made want to do more, spoil her little kitten but Naisha was right. They were both tired and needed a bit of rest. Maybe she could tease her another time. She had to fight a deeper blush at the thought and she just shook her head and leaned down, giving a soft chuckle as she kissed Naisha's ear.

"Sorry Nai, couldn't help it. You're just really cute." Alex hummed, blinking a little as their speed increased before yawning at the question. "Yeah that would be a good idea. Don't really want to slow down. I'll take first watch, so get some rest Nai." she said softly. Giving a affectionate kiss to her lovers forehead. She had to wonder when exactly she got this sappy, but she supposed with Naisha she's always been a bit soft and sappy. Guess she was just feeling more comfortable with the idea of upgrading from friends to lovers.

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"Don't worry I suppose…" Naisha replied with a cute smile." Since I'm alive now it will only be for special occasions that demand it… or if you demand it…" She said and looked down, blushing up to her ears for she did notice that Alex seemed to enjoy it. She had learned when she became vampire back then that people seemed to enjoy being 'snacked' on by a vampire. That said… it was also quite pleasurable for the vampire as well.

 "Alright… I will change your later…" Nai said with a yawn and cuddled into her lover as they rode. As the cat girl fell asleep she started purring. She felt safe and comfortable, cuddled into Alex like that.

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 A room at an unknown location

 Krieli'nas sat quietly on a chair, watching through the window. It's been a good few days since she had to return to the witch tower and she was glad that was over with. As expected they(she) beat the paladins and now she had to return to her queen. Still the nagging feeling that something went wrong didn't leave her. Something had happened with Karette and she knew it." Guard, how are the preparations going?" She asked and a beautiful woman with long flowing and glowing hair showed on the doorstep." Nearly ready, we will depart in a few hours." Was the response to which the witch only nodded. " Please be safe for a little while longer…" She whispered, prying for the amazon queen.

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 "Alex, we are almost there!" Naisha exclaimed, seeing the tree line in the distance. She could see the forest of the amazons ahead. It took about half the time to return that it took them to get to that temple. Those speed enchantments were incredibly useful! By now Naisha had recuperated enough of her strength that she was riding her own horse and that sped things even more!

 But there was a problem… ahead of them was a line of soldiers!" Those bastards just don't give up!" She exclaimed in anger." We will charge right through them! Boost-triple- Lighting rain!" She shouted as her magic erupted and a rain of lighting fell from the skies, turning into charcoal the soldiers in their path, creating quite the big opening that was covered in charred remains like tiles.

 "OPEN THE GATES! WE HAVE RETURNED!" Naisha shouted in her unusually loud for such a small woman voice when they neared the gate of the village.

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Alex blushed deeply, brushing her lips against Naisha's ear. "....I might take you up on that offer." she whispered. It really did feel oddly good, it was quite weird really. Was it just a vampire drug thing or was Alex really just a masochist? Either way, the thought still made her face hot. Still, Alex couldn't help but smile as her lover curled up against her, purring cutely and peacefully.

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"Awe finally." Alex sighed in relief before perking up at the site of soldiers and gave a irritated growl. Really?! [color=red]"God damnit! Don't these assholes ever learn?!" The red head spat irritably as she unsheathed her demon sword, but used her other hand to hold Naisha and the reigns closely while slashing any soldier that dared to try and stop them. While Naisha cleared a path with her magic while the Amazons guarding the gate and defending by using arrows and spears from the wall started opening the giant gates for the two.

After riding inside, Alex glanced back to see the gates slam shut, the soldiers cursing loudly and shouting.

"Lady Naisha and Lady Alana! Thank the Mothers you have returned!" Alana shouted as she came out to meet them, utter relief and joy on the elf's face.

Alex dismounted, helping Naisha down and looked to the elf, face twisting in both concern and annoyance. "Have those bastards been here the entire time? And how's the Queen?" she asked.

The elf sighed and slowly nodded as she glanced toward the gates. "Yes. They seem to be trying to defeat the Amazons while Lady Krieli'nas is away and Queen Karette is too ill to fight. Our walls are strong though and the Amazons by themselves are still not easy to defeat even without Queen Karette. Queen Karette.... she's been hanging in there, but she's been feeling worse by the minute." she said softly.

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Within the Queen's chambers, the ill Queen layed in her bed of furs, gasping a bit and beads of sweat dripping from her tan skin. Crimson hair sticking to her face as she struggled to breathe and her body writhed slightly in pain. ".... Kri..." she whispered out the witch's name. She was feeling a bit delirious, and her thoughts could just focus on her lover. Even if she wasn't here, the thought of her was comforting. Amalthea was beside, the elf's gentle hands over the large amazon, hands glowing with a holy light as she continually used her healing magic. Her frail body shook a bit, obviously struggling from keeping this magic up.