[System]
Race: Geth

Age: 6

Gender: N/A, masculine voice

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

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

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

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

Specialisation: Infiltrator/assassin

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

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

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

[User]
Galm Ralquera

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Galm quickly gets to work, taking a flattened pre-built Sentry turret and sliding it across the ground, while it slides it springs to life, lifing up from its pod and gunning down Blue Suns, once it comes to a stop it begins focusing on the main force, shooting relentlessly. It seems to be firing faster than the other sentry turrets, likely custom modifications. Ethen hides with Galm, as the turian begins assembling a... Drone. A large one at that. He runs out and fetches one of the higher end assault rifles from a Blue Suns who tried to sneak around, but got riddled with bullets in return. He steals all the thermal clips, proceeding to run back to his drone, shields taking a few shots. He begins hotwiring up the gun to the bottom side of the drone. "Cover me! We're gonna rain down rounds from all angles! Glint, good to hear you're sniping stuff, but stop bossing us around!" He peeks around the corner and sabotages one of the LOKI mechs from his omni-tool, the head and arms of it exploding. "Taria, why didn't you tell me you had biotics? Isn't that impossible?" He seems to be ignoring the Geth, it's the least of his concerns.

[Assistant]
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Looking up from checking her M-29 Incisor she was greeted by the batarian she had noticed earlier when seeing all the others who had seemingly been messaged by the same person. She followed where he pointed and gave a roll of her eyes behind her mask."Fine you watch mine I'll watch yours," she stated all ready making her way to the place he pointed. She gave a simple nod when he gave his name.

"Alya, hope you are a good shot Cicero," She replied after reaching the catwalk spot and getting in position. By then the Blue Suns had made their presence known, a few all ready being taken out by the few others there ",These bosh'tets won't know what hit them." She peered into the scope of her weapon gazing down its sight finding her target and letting off a round, nailing one Blue Sun in the head.

"That's one," she stated quietly to herself as she began picking her targets, aiming to keep the front-lines of the forces thinned while also watching for any of them that might of had some air superiority with jetpacks. She scoffed listening to some bosh'tet on the comms called themselves White Glint with some speech on anyone being a liability would be shot by them. Having some higher then though complex or acting like a pompous commander. The quarian simply shook her head while keeping focus on the enemy debating if the payout this Solis guy had was worth working with some ragtag set of fools.

Of course her interest was peaked when she noticed her omnitool acting up, noticing that it was oddly familiar before later in the fight catching a glimpse of a Geth."Huh so they still live... Maybe I can take it apart," she thought to herself as she switched over to assault rifle and rained shots on the Blue Suns.

The Krogan was an interesting addition though she wondered if he simply was there to kill and didn't care what side lost, either way she was more then happy to have him on their side. Along with spotting a biotic turian which was an interesting sight to behold.

[User]
Drex

"Which one of you wants it next?!"...

Blue Suns Mercenaries fill the warehouse surrounding Drex. The Krogan readies his shotgun for the next onslaught of Blue Suns, ready to take out anything that is stupid enough to be in his sights.

*Shotgun cocks* "Which one of you wants it next?!" ..*BOOM! A huge a explosion goes off not far from Drex, taking out a group of Blue Suns that had their aim trained on him. The Krogan flinches his head to the side, covering his eyes from the blast. "Well damn! It's getting hot in here! Lets turn up the heat a little!" Drex hurls a pair of Inferno Grenades into another group of Blue Suns, lighting them up like a wild forest fire. With a smirk on his face from the destruction he has already caused to the Blue Suns, Drex kicks on 'Heavy Fortification', increasing his Battle Armor's damage resistance. With a loud Battle Cry, Drex rushes into the enemy line ahead of him with ill intent. Blasting off rounds from his Spike Thrower, crippling Mercs one right after the other. Firing a 'Carnage' blast into a group of the Blue Suns in the distance, and before even watching the impact of the shot, Drex turns his attention to four Blue Suns that have an unfortunate fate of being distracted by the large Lifting Mech that came to life, wreaking havoc on all the Mercenaries around it. Drex rushes the unlucky four, crushing his head directly into the forehead of one of them, sending him flying across the floor. Without a second to realize what had just happened, Drex had already pulled his Krogan Hammer from his back, taking out both knees of a second Blue Suns in one sweep. Like poetry in motion, the Krogan doesn't stop from one swing to the next, going straight from the knees of one Merc, right into the shoulder of another, shattering the shoulder into nothing. Before the Merc's gun can hit the ground, Drex has his Spike Throw placed against the Merc's head - *BOOM*. Mercenary number three's head disintegrates. Following up with a blast from the Spike Thrower into the gut of the fourth Blue Suns Mercenary. Blood drips from Drex's Hammer, blood splatter paints across his Spike Thrower and Battle Armor. "Ha ha! Now this, human! THIS is what a Krogan lives for!". As Drex relishes in his brutality, he notices the first Blue Suns Mercenary, staggering to his knees. Drex nonchalantly walks up to the Merc. Using his massive Krogan foot, he pulls the disoriented Merc's head up so he can see the Krogan's face. "Look at me, you foolish half-assed Mercenary. Take a look into Death's face. I'll spare you this sight being the last thing you see. Go on, crawl away now.". Drex pulls his foot back, dropping the Merc's head back down to the ground. The Blue Suns Mercenary tries to turn its body to crawl to cover, but is stopped abruptly by a Krogan Hammer crushing his skull. Drex smirks, and laughs to himself. "Ha ha, good one Drex. You're hilarious!". The odds of Drex sparing an enemy's life are far from favorable. Don't be a betting man whilst in the presence of Drex..

Drex shakes the blood from his Krogan Hammer, and reloads his Spike Thrower while he gains some knowledge of the battlefield, now in full fledged warfare. A Lifting Mech crushing Mercs, two Turians raining down gunfire from the sky, and..a Geth?! Drex prepares for another battle..

"Mechs, Biotic Turians, and Geth? What the hell..".

[Assistant]
Pixy | WHITE GLINT |

"Krogan, are you clinically stupid?"

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Pixy keeps up her sniping game, kill after kill, head after head. She notices the Krogan charging into the mass of enemies. "Krogan, back off." She fires a shot "That Heavy was about to turn you into a splatter party." following up with "Krogan, are you clinically stupid? You risked your death there." in a mutter. She fires one last round, the thermal clip clattering to the ground far below her. "They seem to be shaken up, they'll be back soon with reinforcements... I bet it." She turns to the rest of the group behind her, growling at the presence of Geth. She puts the butt of her sniper against the catwalk "We have at most a few minutes to rearm and get to know each other. Hey, explosives chick, nice work." She glances back and spots a group of Blue Suns who managed to hide next to an... Explosive crate, she Sabotages it, blowing them to hell. "I'm White Glint, the ex-Cerberus master sniper. Of course, I'm not a one trick pony. I'll be moving in a bit." As she talks, she observes everyone. "What a bunch of misfits... Beautifully strong misfits, though."

[User]
Mass Effect: Seraphim Post

Indeed, Ashton had nodded, before saying slightly smugly, "See? This is why you guys needed me."

"Two hundred!" Ashton shouted in reply, "And twenty Mechs!"

Ashton had noticed the Geth coming out of the box and then cloaking itself, and the two enemy Mechs closest to said Geth turning against their Blue Suns Masters. This gave him an idea; Geth were essentially bot-programs that interact with each other to form a conciousness, right? And it was spending a percentage of said conciousness to maintain its control over the enemy Mechs, right? Well, Ashton had a plan to lift its burdens.

In a short message to the Geth Platform, Ashton said, I am going to open a link to the two Mechs you control; with their cyber-defenses compromised, I will be able to send a river of... spambots that will take the place of your programs in controlling them. Then you can withdraw your programs and use them on two other machines instead, which will compromise their cyber-defenses and allow me to send in more spambots and computer viruses, which in turn will allow you to use your programs once more. Rinse and Repeat. Give me an 'affirmative' if you agree.

As for Flame, he was still guarding Ashton with his life, but with Lokea keeping out most enemies, his part in the battle was to use his Biotics to swat away bullets that came close to him and Ashton. He would then say to White Glint through the comms, "You're Ex-What?! Of what kind?! Were you enslaved by them or did you fight for those people freely?!"

Hopefully it's the former, Flame did not like Cerberus.

[Assistant]
The only fire the platform was taking was coming from the Blue Suns, that was a good sign. The unknowns seemed to take its presence quite well, and even the quarian just glanced in its direction without a word. The only words of doubt came from the asari. Green asari? Now there was something the Geth had no data available about. "We will assist you against the Blue Suns." the Geth briefly turned to Lokea before shifting their attention back to the Blue Suns. They didn't directly say they were friendly, they still didn't know what these people were doing here. For all they knew, they could end up hunting the group down when this situation was resolved. But until they knew more, these people were under attack by Blue Suns, and there was no doubt about them.

"Affirmative, and much appreciated." the Geth replied to Ashton. Once Ashton's payload made its way into the compromised mechs, the second half of the plan could begin. "Withdrawing programs. Next targets: FENRIS, chassis number FS-1041. LOKI, chassis number MOB-1316." Since it didn't need to seize full control over the mechs, less programs sufficed. Not only did the hacking dumb it down less, but for a shorter period of time. It would continue calling out targets to Ashton, allowing him to turn the two squadworths of mechs the Blue Suns brought in against their original masters two at a time.

"Suggestion: existing access to Blue Suns network can be further exploited to disrupt enemy communications or disorganise their attacks with false or contradictory instructions as opposed to simple communications interception." the Geth offered, unwilling to act without consensus for fear of disrupting some plan the group agreed on prior to establishing communications with them. "Breaking enemy morale may also be possible."


[System]
Age:17

Personality & Bio: Humorous and vivacious, along with being very nosy and somewhat laid back. He always tries to find interests in many new things that look to him as appealing, and shows favor and compassion to whoever needs it, whoever it may be. His parents live out of town so he stays with a close friend of his while attending high school, and off hours he makes what free time he has to do personal writing on his life and his encounters as a small hobby.

[User]
As the evening approached, Roland made a decision to go straight to bed early, but before he did he wanted to write into his journal about the day and what he had experienced before it came to an end. As he grabbed both the journal and the pen out of his top drawer in his room, he walked over towards his mattress and sat down beginning to open up the book and ready to write down his passage. Before he could, he heard a knock and looked to realize he was interrupted by Steven who was getting ready for his shower wearing only a pair of jeans and decided to say a few things at his bedroom door before doing so.

"Hey. Getting ready to write again huh? Well my parents just wanted me to come up and tell you that we have some leftovers from dinner earlier so if we want to take that with school with us tomorrow instead of eating the cafeteria food they said to go ahead. Just wanted to let you know."

Roland nodded his head to an understanding as he replied."Sounds good. All right then I'll see you in the morning. Good night Steven." As Steven waved at him for a goodnight and proceeded to his shower, Roland got back to his journal as he thought for a minute what to put down. While thinking, he kept his eraser part of the pencil onto his chin for a quick second trying to think, but then pressed somewhat hard to realize a small sting of pain he felt from earlier, and then he remembered. As the thought of his memory had hit him, he gripped his pencil firmly and pressed it down into an empty page of his journal as he began to write.

Roland's evening summary, Tuesday

Another day gone, one that had me face something quite unusual…..or someone in that matter. Where she came from or why she was here only stands as a mystery right now, but it's one I tend to figure out and solve. Some girl named Avery….some new girl that just came out of nowhere, and….well….I really don't know how to describe her. She seemed so scared and fragile, yet smart and intelligent as well. I even hurt myself trying to get her to talk to me, and even though she helped me, she still took off wanting me to stay away from her.

It doesn't make any sense, and it's leaving me confused as to what to do. Maybe I should just leave her alone and let her be.

But then again, I don't let things go so easily. Maybe if I can find someway to help her, then maybe….just maybe I might actually find out more about her. Maybe become her friend or something…..that's if she wants to be, maybe be her only friend. From the looks of it she seems alone, maybe not, but still. I'm going to try again tomorrow, due to the fact that she left me her treatment pad, so that could be a start.

As he closed up his journal, he got up and put it back in his top drawer, flipped off the light, and returned to his bed for a good nights sleep. Before he closed his eyes, he silently said something to himself, then went to sleep.

"I'm not giving up. I never give up."

[Assistant]
Avery was able to go to her room after she felt a little better after having another drunk beatin from her father. Her room just had a matress with old sheets and blankets, a simple old desk, and a dresser that did not hold very many clothes. She climbed ontp her matress not bothering to change at all and just pulled the blankets over her and tried to get some sleep at least before ahving to wake up early to make her dad breakfast. "When will this suffering finally end for me." She said to hrself as she fell asleep for the night.

Once morning came her alarm clock went off and her body felt stiff as she turned her alarm off and slowly got off her bed but saw no point of changing her closthes for her joints were to stiff. She got her backpack all set and found a pair of sunglasses for she knew that she had a black eye. Avery made it down stairs and got breakfast started. THe normal eggs, bacon, sausage, and biscuts which non of it was for her since her dad never allowed her to eat so she had to sneak food when she could. Once she was done cooking she heard her dad come down the stairs. "Avery breakfast better be ready for I am not in the mood to be angry." He said for he had a nasty hang over. "Its ready dad." SHe said and he jsut took the plate of food and beer. "Get out now and get to school I do not want to see your face." He said as she grabbed ehr stuff and put her sunglasses on before getting out the door.

She let out a long sigh as she made her way down the sidewalk to the school and making sure her sunglasses stayed on her face for she did not want anyone to see her face.

[User]
As the alarm went off in his room, Roland turned in his bed trying to locate the alarm with blurry eyes as he awoke. Once he found it and shut it off, he opened his bedroom curtain to see a bright light of yellow sunshine hit him in the face, clarifying that morning had arose. Afterwards, he decided to take a real quick shower so he could get clean and woke up better before going to school, ensuring that he was awake and aware to what would happen, and what could happen. After his shower, he dressed himself and grabbed his journal out of his top drawer then presumed out of his room and headed out the door. He stopped at the front door for a moment to call out to Steven who took a little longer than expected to be ready to go.

"Hey Steven! Come on man, we're going to be late if you don't hurry!"

As Steven ran downstairs and tried to put on a jacket while doing so, he replied to Roland. "Ok, all right. Let's get out of here." As Steven made his exit and Roland closed the door behind both of them, they began making their way to school, and while doing so, Roland opened up his journal to begin his morning writing.

Roland's morning summary, Wednesday

Another morning, another school day. One that leaves me with a challenge to get a certain someone to actually sit down and cooperate with me. I need to remember that in order for me to get an actual conversation with you know who, I need to be somewhere that seems lonesome and peaceful, seeing that she likes these type of settings. But I also need to make sure that I can get her to trust me, making sure that she can come up and talk to me without worry or hesitation, because no one else seems to be trying due to they all think she's a joke. That's how it usually ends up on someone's first day of school.

Present yourself different than everyone else, and you mark your name as an outcast. Kind of reminds me when I first started school back when I moved here……….

As Roland's past childhood was mentioned to himself, his memories as a child came intact as he saw in his mind of an incident that occurred when he was just a little boy. Before he could go deeper into thought, Steven called out his name.

"Roland! ……Roland? …..HEY!?" As Roland shook his head quickly, his mind had come back to reality and to the current predicament, and as he looked down at his journal he decided that what he wrote would be good enough for a morning passage as he closed it up. After doing so, Steven asked him another question before arriving at school.

"Roland……you ok?" As Roland looked over to Steven, he smiled and replied to ensure that everything was fine. "I'm fine Steven, I'm just thinking that's all." And just after everything was said, they made their way into school.

[Assistant]
Avery was at her locker having a hard time moving for everytime she took a step all she felt was throbbing pain like she had just tried to run a marathon without training. HEr body felt stiff and she made sure her sunglasses stayed on her face for she did not want anyone to see her black eye and to make sure her arms were not exposed from under her sleeves. "Conceal don't feel....Concel don't feel don let it show." She said for all she wanted to do was hide it for she knew if she tried to tell anyone the beating would get worst and no one would believe her. Once she made sure her sleeves covered her arms and part of her hands she closed her locker and made her way to math class.

All the students stared at her and started to talk more. "What a loser she is wearing the same outfit as yesterday I bet is smells now." One girl said as she held her nose. "I bet she thinks those sunglasses will make her cool well it doesn;t she is just a loser I bet she is dirt broke." A guy said as she walked past them and knew they said it loud on purpose. Avery did her best to ignore it as she walked in the classroom to see that she was the first one in and just walked to the best in the back corner. Once she sat down she pulled out her sketch book and started a new drawing of another angel where a dark evil figure had chains wraped around the angels wings.

SHe had a real talent for drawing for it was her special talent but she knew at this rate she might not make it as a well known artist. SO she just used ot to help her get through life with her horrible father.

[User]
After they grabbed everything that was needed out of their lockers, Roland and Steven made their way into class to realize that the bell hasn't rung yet and that they were the first two there, or at least so they thought. (Sighs) "I knew we were too early." said Steven who was not very excited about being the only ones in the classroom as he continued speaking. "Man everyone is out in the halls, and you never know we might miss something awesome, can we just go back outside?" As Roland tried to ignore Steven's complaining while looking around the classroom, he spotted someone of familiarity and found out that they weren't they only ones in the room alone. It was her.

"Steven, look." said Roland quietly as he tried to get Steven to spot the girl before he started complaining again. "It's her. What do we do?"

"What do we do? You mean, what do you do." Said Steven as he tried to make his point across. "I told you I'm not getting involved in this mess of yours, so if you'll excuse me." As Steven tried to make way to his desk, Roland stopped him for a minute before he could get there and asked him a question silently.

"Steven wait…..I got an idea. You go ahead and go back outside before the bell rings so that I can talk to her for a minute." Before Steven made it to his desk, he looked at Roland with a doubtful face, and as Roland looked back at him with his determined look, Steven rolled his eyes as he made his way back to the halls. "If something cool happens you won't be able to see it, but whatever you say man."

As Steven left the room, Roland saw his opportunity to finally see on what this girl's deal was. Without saying anything he sat at a desk that was close and next to hers while he observed on what she was doing. She looked as if she was either writing or drawing something in her sketch book that she had, so Roland found it amusing and questionable. Once he got comfortable, he looked at her without missing a beat and began to speak with one simple word.

"Hi."

[Assistant]
Avery did not hear Roland and Steven once they entered the classroom for she just spent her time drawingfor it helped her forget and once she got into the zone she tend to forget what is around her or that she might not be alone. She enjoyed her drawing time for it was her time, her time to feel like she was free and to feel alive for once instead of dead like she would feel when she was with ehr father. SHe drew the wings to look tangled with the chains that the dark figured held representing he was in charge and control of the angel.

But when Roland said hi to her all of a sudden she jolted a bit making sure her sunglasses did not fall off all of a sudden. SHe looked at him and was wondering why he was talking to her when she told him not to. "Uh hi." was all she siad before turning her focus back to her drawing hoping he would leave her alone. "I thought I told you it was best to not get near me or even talk to me." She said to him for she could feel him staring at her now and it truly made her uncomfortable. Avery started to tremble a bit showing she was scared and just wanted to be alone.

"It is best to not mess with a girl like me." She explained to him before turning her attention back to her drawing and flipped the page to a blank one and started to draw again a new sketch to help pass the time and for her to relax a bit or at least try to relax.


[System]
"What we do is RIGHT!"
Username: Veniciala
Age: 28

Gender: Female

Main: Garen

Appearance: Clarice is 1.82 m. tall(around 6'0 ft.), with long to her waist straight black hair and dark blue eyes. She is quite beautiful woman with great figure and is often mistaken for a model. She has a number of scars hidden under her clothes, most of which from painful combat wounds. The most prominent ones are 3 gunshot scars on her stomach, a number of shrapnel scars on her back and a big scar on her left shoulder.

True Appearance: In her true appearance, Clarice becomes covered by a lair of bright shining gold and steel armor similar to that of Garen from the game. Additionally it's almost as if her body gets slightly bigger and a big two handed sword appears in her arms.

Perseverance(passive): Clarice new improved physique allows her to quickly regenerate wounds while she is out of combat for a while.

Decisive Strike: Clarice purges all slowing effects on herself and gain extra speed for a while. She can also unleash a more powerful attack that silences the enemy.

Courage: (passive)As she fights and defeats enemies, her armor and magic resistance grows to a certain amount.
(active)Using this ability, Clarice reduces the incoming towards her damage for a few seconds.

Judgment: Clarice spins around with her sword, damaging every enemy in reach and also can pass through other people.

Demacian Justice: (passive) Clarice perceives the most dangerous enemy as a villain and marks them as such. Against the villain her normal attacks and judgment do additional damage.
(active): Clarice calls upon the might of Demacia to attempt to execute the enemy. Dealing magic damage and additional damage based on the damage the enemy has taken.

Personality: Once upon a time when she was younger she used to be an extremely serious person, but after a few years in the military circles on many battlefields, she became like most of her combat buddies – easygoing about most things in life. She likes to smoke, to drink, to talk with friends, to meet new people and to have very good time as much as she can.

 What she dislikes is mostly arrogant people in business suits, bullies and sweets. The first two she usually dealt with her fists and the munches she simply avoids buying sweet stuff.

 She is a team player, though as already stated quite an easygoing one. As long as no one was hurt or the game is won, she wouldn't go pest other people. She likes to be in the thickest fighting as she did back in the military.

Short Biography: Clarice was born in France. Her father was in the military long before she was born and her mother was a nurse in a hospital in Paris. At least that's what she was told. Her mother died during her birth so she grew up only with her father who moved around military bases and the like. When he was being sent on a mission he would always leave her with a hired woman who would take care of her. She liked the nanny, she was a middle aged woman who took good care of her and everything was going decently well, or at least till her father died in the line of duty. She was only 13 at the time. With no relatives she was adopted by her nanny and was well secured because all her father's assets were inherited by her. Still she could never find a place where she belonged in France. She was never really a very girly girl as she grew up. She was more of a tomboy and ironically she was always taller than all the boys around her. Some were even afraid of her for the beating she would give them. Eventually she just couldn't take it anymore of the normally around her and went ahead to sign herself with the military as soon as she was able to.

She went on a few trips with the military before she left and went ahead to work as a mercenary, even made a name for herself. People started calling her "The Iron wall" For she would usually take escort and bodyguard jobs. During one of her many stays in a hospital for her injuries she stumbled upon Leage of Legends. Since she couldn't really move back then she started playing and she's been playing it since. When she was 27, her escort convoy got caught in an ambush. As explosive were flying everywhere along with bullets. She got shot in the shoulder. She was lucky to survive that, but survive she did. Now after recovering she decided it was time to settle down… She moved to Darkwell city and found herself a job as a waitress. It was not much, but considering her savings were enough for decades, the work was merely to kill off time.

[User]
Vicki Victory

"Whoa there… ," she murmured.

That was not the reaction Vicki was expecting; very few people had ever snapped at her like that. Unexplainably interested in this man, Vicki kept her cool and pressed on, "Everyone has bad days, man. I'm not jabbing…"

Vicki leaned back in her seat, folding her hands together on the table. She squinted her eyes slightly, attempting to analyze this guy. He was obviously annoyed by the straightforward question, so a more delicate approach would be necessary. Garrett's eyes had some drooping circles underneath them, so he likely had a late night, and not in the good way. So, he's either just short-fused from the lack of sleep, or there's something bothering that kept him up. Or both.

Proceeding carefully, Vicki gently asked, "Sorry if that was a bit on the nose. Is it alright if I ask what happened last night? "

[Assistant]
Garrett Fisher

Surprisingly, the woman before him kept her cool at his biting remark. Garrett narrowed his eyes at Vicki, grinding his teeth together as he noticed that she was observing her. What was she looking at? Did he really look like that much of a piece of crap? He was half-tempted to peer into the window to see if he could catch his reflection. Maybe his hair was standing up, or there was a booger up his nose. He felt his cheeks begin to heat up-- it wasn't often that someone had looked at him so intently.

At her question, he gave a lazy shrug. "Got wasted. Went to bed late. Woke up early." he answered almost immediately. Out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn that he saw his shadow laugh at him. He tapped his foot more rapidly as he realized that his shadow, or shadows, were beings that could act on their own accord. He knew that they didn't skirt around the room simply because it was risky. "Any more questions?"

[User]
Vicki Victory

Now Vicki was just annoyed. Her expression went blank, and Vicki plainly blurted out, "Why did you come over here? Thought this was an impromptu date or something?"

She swiftly picked up her mug of hot chocolate with one hand and downed the rest of it instantly. Vicki slammed the mug down on the table, causing the table to slightly bend inwards at the point of impact.

She sighed angrily, then stated, "This morning, I punched a guy and sent him flying 15 yards across the room and through a window." Her voice was raised now, but not quite a yell.

Vicki allowed the words to sit in the air for a few seconds before adding, "On accident."

[Assistant]
Garrett Fisher

It appeared that he had gotten on the woman's nerves. Garrett's eyes flashed again, scowling at the stranger angrily. There was tension crackling between them, and he did not like it one bit. Who did she think she was, storming in, asking him to sit down, and then asking about his personal life? And then she went and slammed the empty mug of hot chocolate on the table, almost breaking it in the process. She even went so far as to say that she punched a guy fifteen feet across a room and through a window. He perked up. Did that mean that she had powers, too?

Yet, that didn't give her a basis to speak to him that way. "What are you getting at?" Garrett growled darkly, not bothering to drink his coffee any longer as he glared at her.

[User]
Vicki Victory

Vicki slowly lowered her head to the table, resting her forehead on the cool surface. Idiot. You lost your temper. Rule #1: always stay in control.

She sat back up straight, inhaling loudly. She wiped her snow-white hair out of her eyes before continuing, "I work at a gym, Victor's Gym. He's that retired boxing champ." Vicki turned her head to look out the window, vaguely seeing her reflection in the glass. "I'm his daughter. I was boxing, just practice, against this new guy." Vicki turned her head back forward, staring down at her hands while flexing them. "I hit him with everything I had...and he just went flying. "

The two of them sat in silence for a few seconds, Vicki lost in contemplation. This was the first time she had stopped to really think about her situation.

"I...I felt his bones when I hit him. Right in the sternum. His ribs caged in when I hit him. Then there's all the gym equipment he flew into. And there's probably some shards of glass embedded in him."

Oh god...that's why dad called me into his office. He didn't want me to see what I'd done before the ambulance showed up.

Vicki finally looked back up at Garrett, locking eyes with him. "There's a good chance he's going to die. Internal bleeding, shredded organs, blunt force trauma, shock..." Vicki shrugged, "All of the above."

She felt the hot boil of tears beginning to form under her eyes. She darted her gaze down to her lap, trying to hide the tears from her guest. "And who's to say that it won't happen again? I'm a monster now. I'll never be able to box again without almost killing someone. "

[Assistant]
Claire raised her eyebrows, also observing Garrett interact with the customer. "Garrett never usually talks to a customer like that and for so long too...He's just so full of surprises today." She uttered to Clarice. Claire followed her into the locker room and closed the door behind them, accessing her locker and pulling out a light blue sleeveless dress. She nodded in response to Clarice's question.
"Mhm, I do! I just haven't tried flying yet...I'm curious to try it though, but I'm kinda scared I'll fall and hurt myself at the same time." She said, gesturing to her. "Maybe you could catch me though! I would love to attempt it as long as you can help me out." She said excitedly.

"If I focus, I can sprout them. I just have to come up with a way to prevent them from ripping my clothes up when they do and I think I've found a solution!" She proudly proclaimed, showing Clarice the dress in her hand.
Claire quickly undressed and slipped into the dress, putting the rest of her clothes in her backpack and looking at herself in the small locker mirror and making adjustments as needed. "I could show you if you're coming along to the place. I'll unveil it there."


[System]
Age: 10000+ years old

Species: Daemon/Warp Entity

Gender: Male

Personality: Timaeus is self confident and arrogant on his own, not only understamting others but also failing to believe of something greater than himself. He is a believer not of the Chaos Pantheon, but of Chaos itself and the freedom it encompasses.

Bio: Timaeus once was a mighty Space Marine serving the God Emperor of Mankind in his vast legions, being part of the Black Legion. But with the Horus Heresy, he saw the truth withing the Chaos Gods and set aside the Emperor with his false ideals.
He fought as the Champion of not only one a single god but of chãos itself and achieved Daemonhood.

Abilities:

Body: His entire body is built like a huge killing machine with it being far stronger and tougher than even Space Marines. His Strength can easily level buildings and lifts tanks, his skin and muscle are tougher than any mortal metal and despite his size he posses great agility and speed, with his huge wings being able to soar at the Sky at extremely high speeds.

Mind: As a Daemon, he is naturally able to use the warp and so he is a psyker of great strength.It is such that his Will itself is a lethal weapon, with it he can easily destroy buildings and rip apart steel walls. He is very proficient at the various psykers discipline. Yet despite of that, he severely lacks knowledge on Sorcery.

Equipment: He has a powerful sword called the Spectral Blade, which always seems to shimmer a pale light. It's a force weapon , that is enchanted to boost his already powerful physical strength and psyker power, though not to a great amount.

Universe of Origin: Warhammer 40k

Name: Black Cultist
Universe of Origin: Warhammer 40e
Capabilities: They have many several technological items and artifacts from the 41st millennium, even possessing several vehicles, like the Chimera and the Basilisk.
Objectives: Their objective is to spread true Chaos, of which isn't bound by a single god.
Members: They are mainly made of Cultist with a very small number of Black Legion Chaos Space Marines in it.
History: The cult was formed after Timaeus realized the true way of worship to Chaos and together with some fellows of his chapter, he recruited a traitor Imperial Guard regiment.

[User]
Über Ethereal

Impact Crater - Bern, Switzerland

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The monster had finally talked, something that was to be expected from a 'Level 5'. Taking down everything that challenged him seemed to be his goal, a foolish endeavor considering the intertwining worlds. Apocalypse would then proceed to teleport-killing the Mutons lowered to the level of fodder. Most couldn't really follow the movements which led to a frenzy to plasma shots being released at every direction. The only ones capable of reacting decently were those under the influence of Mind Merge. The über Ethereal itself didn't have any issue following the monster's movements.

Eventually, by evaluating the creature's style of killing and movements, the Ethereal could start to predict directions he'd be going in after finishing off a Muton. It'd be after six or seven annihilated soldiers that he'd not only charge toward a merged Muton but also have the Ethereal anticipate with ease where he'd head next. With an simple telepathic command, the Ethereal forced the Muton to simply rotate sideways in that split moment. It couldn't do much but it had the reflex to perform it on time. The area Apocalypse would hit the Muton would be the where the Plasma grenades would be strapped. When the monster would proceed to annihilate the Muton, he would also activate the grenade as if it were a trip mine.

The Ethereal didn't expect anything of consequence from this, but it would put to the test his healing factor even more and possibly stop him for a small period of time. By the time the Mindfray had its effect and would make prediction even easier, especially if he relied on brute force and healing most of the time.

"You appear misguided. You are lost in a world you do not comprehend and yet still rabidly assault anything you see. Your existence will meet its end quickly without the guidance of The Envisioning One."

At this point the Mindfray would make the Ethereal appear as a red blur among the many flames caused by the previous impact and the mist of blood spreading. It could easily take advantage of his lack of precision to simply deliver strike after strike, but it wasn't one to assault mindlessly like the creature, despite clear evidence of sentience.

[Assistant]
Sonata
Gojira-San

"I have no idea!"

Again, just the answer alone made Gojira-San chuckle a bit inside. God was she so cute. Of course not in like... that way, but still. She was adorable none of the less. She reminded her of her own daughter back in her universe...

"Um, um, let's just walk around for a bit and see if we can somewhere that looks cool! Like a vending machine, or a gift shop, or a restaurant that only sells grilled cheese! Oh, but I'm not hungry right now, so I guess that third one won't work super-well."

The giant woman nods as she begins to walk around the Manhattan area, leaving the palace. By the time the other heroes would've began to push more on Starkiller's buttons, Gojira-San would stumble across a nearby gift shop called The Manhattan Blue, along with a snack and drink vending machines.

"Here's a Gift Shop." she replies to Yoh, "Along with some vending machines. Grab what you want."

She would then lower herself down to the ground, allowing the little girl to get off Gojira-San easily.

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Taiyou@Cuccoruler@Gummi Bunnies@Lmpkio@Eviledd1984
Ryu & Lord Starkiller

After the sith lord casted the tornado aside, he was slow to realize that Jolyne's Stand had somehow been able to tie his hands up in a knot! While his recently unseathed lightsaber is still clutched in his hands, he isn't able to cute the strings due to the position they were in. Even if he tried, he would risk slicing himself in two.

Bunnies While trying to muster his strength to cut the bands off him, his enhanced force senses quickly alerted him to an incoming projectile. Not knowing what it was made out of, he swiftly moves his cuffed hands towards the bullet's direction. With a dose of pure luck, the bullet was able to slice off the string holding him and can finally move his hands again.

But he was still not out of the woods yet! Now the pink marshmallow was trying to suck him in! And it seems he was going in full throttle! Starkiller musters all of his strength to get out of his range, but turns and fires force lightning at him once more. This should be able to get him out of that dilemma.

Taiyou But that Tornado was still coming at him... now to be controlled by Wynn herself to be larger and potentially more lethal! Already, Starkiller's energy was slowly beginning to deplete and now doesn't have the power to get out in time. He can see Wynn closing in with her sword. The Sith Lord would then ignite his lightsaber and prepares for impact...

Meanwhile, Ryu was still in combat with Kars. The hamon-based attack had met his mark, pushing Ryu back as he slams himself on a pillar. This opponent was quite strong, yet has a similar fighting-style as well as energy powers. But the fighter knew that this was no alter-Ryu or evil-Ryu. Slowly getting back up he begins to plan his next attack...

But as Starkiller would begin to block Wynn's attack... he would fail to notice a portal open behind him. What came out was 3 yellow lightning bolts that stopped the opponent's attack and was even able to push Wynn back at least a few meters. The sith lord's eyes were wide in surprise within his mask as he quickly gets up and sidesteps to the side. Another portal??? Did the enemy call in for reinforcements? No, they couldn't have. Otherwise those bolts would've hit him, which was not what happened.

Coming straight from the warp of time and space, a figure arrives on screen. The figure was that of a woman, her clothes shined beautifully in pure gold, yellow lightning cracking from her body, with wings springing from her back, gleaming horns, circuler hair-due, and a height that seems to be slightly taller then Gojira-San. But she was not here because of good, oh no... she is in fact one of the most terrifying people to have come from the outer reaches of space. Her name would spread fear into the hearts of men... for she is known simply as:

QUEEN GHIDORAH-SAN

"GleeHeeHeeHee!" she crackles in excitement, "It appears we stumbled straight into the middle of battle!"

In that moment, another portal opened up to reveal another human female walk in. This human wore what can be confused as mech armor, but was intensely skimpy. And just her face alone screams that she means business. Known as the school council president of Honnōji Academy, enter:

Satsuki Kiryuin

"Barbaric Pigs..." she mutters as she draws her katana, "I say we put them out of their misery."

And right after, another portal opens, revealing another figure. However, it wasn't human... material wise that is. It was a sentient robot, with the figure of a man, red glowing eyes, and was ready to kill everything in his path. In his universe, he was created as a mean for good... but ultimately turned to be one of the greatest nemesis' of the Avengers. Enter:

Ultron

"Oh please..." the robot answers to Kiryuin's remark, "They're nothing but vermin. Tangled in strings... ready to be exterminated."

And then one final portal opens up in the way back. Heavy breathing can be heard from the other side, along with thundering stomps of something big coming this way. And it sounded pissed. As the massive being begins to come over to this universe, it was certainly a beast. His skin was bright yellow, save for his neck which is green, with two bull-like horns, a giant spiky shell, along with spiky collars on his neck, shoulders, and wrists, crimson hair, and two blood-red eyes. With a loud roar acknowledging his presence, he made himself clear, for he was the great Koopa King:

Bowser

Their presence alone would've casted fear and awe amongst the heroes, including Starkiller who is now standing on the sidelines. Ryu blinked several times, not believing what he was seeing.

"Who in Akuma's name are they?" he mutters quietly to himself.

But little did he know, that those figures were part of a great multiversal alliance to ensure fear and chaos across the land, and to ultimately claim them as their rightful own. They were known simply as:

THE ALLIANCE OF CONQUERERS

And they now picked their first multiverse to conquer...


[System]
Class: Dark Mage

Age: 19

Sex: Female

Appearance:
Equipment: Tome (x2), Vulnerary (x1)

Personality:
Marianne is quite the interesting persona to all that happen to stumble upon her. Despite the fact that she's a Dark Mage and generally looked upon with fear and scorn for meddling in the forbidden arts, she is soft-spoken and polite a good majority of the time. So much so in fact, that she often stresses the proper difference between a lady and a heathen to anyone caring to listen.

That being said, Marianne's favorite topic of discussion would have to be the many ways in which to incapacitate her foes. She's the kind of person who would gladly explain to you when and how you'll die over a cup of tea. She does not fear death, claiming that death is only the next stage in Naga's course. Of course, that doesn't excuse her rather…odd habits.

One such habit seems to be a fascination with eyes. Human eyes, dragon eyes…really anything that moves around in the socket and blinks. Probably has something to do with her covered right eye, though she'll momentarily drop the regal air and proceed to go into something akin to a panic attack whenever people mention it.

And yet despite all of these…interesting features, Marianne is a person that genuinely cares for those around her. That is, those who can tolerate her poetic and morbid nature. Of course, with friendship comes loyalty and protection. The others may be bound by their morality, but Marianne is a girl who is willing to do any and all things for the sake of her friends. Anything…even if it means taking a few lives through dirty manners.

Biography:
A distant nomad from the land of Plegia, Marianne would rather not speak of her past, though it probably has to do with that eye-patch she's always wearing. She hasn't claimed it to be host to any magical powers, so there's no reason for the secrecy. Even so, she will lash out without thought or reason whenever people question it.

Skimming the whole eye thing aside, Marianne's mother taught her what she knew of magic while her father helped her to eventually read and write, inspiring her to create her own spells. In the present day, Marianne travels around simply for the sake of doing so, finding interest in the stories all around her.

Recently though, her interests lie in the current religious crusade going on. Usually not one to get involved in such stupid things like warfare, she remained neutral no more when news of a "Champion of Naga" reached her ears. Now she seeks to meet this hero of the world…if only to strive off her boredom and give her amusement.

[User] Nephene shook hands with her new companion and then the smell of smoke invaded her nostrils. She sniffed curiously and looked outside the wagon to see... Andres leaping into battle and Jacob shouting orders. She didn't let go off Dyce's hand and instead opted to drag him with her, "Come on, time to prove your worth!" she shouted as she grabbed her spear and leapt out of the wagon running towards the back. She released his hand as she arrived at the rear and saw, Caroline headed towards the battle field for some reason. Nephene stepped in front of her, "No way misse, if you want to fight you need to at least have some kind of weapon on you." she said forcibly blocking the way while keeping an eye on the fanatics ready to rush to Jacobs aid if he needed her.

[Assistant]
Marius"Marius, you're going up the middle. Try not to outpace us. You're faster than we are." Marius heard the orders of the Shepherd's commander. Immediately after Jacob had given his commands, one of the squires rushed forward, holding a lance in his hands. Once the young man had reached Marius' side, Marius snatched the lance away from the squire. Now that he had his lance in hand, his sword at his side, and a few javelins at hand for any skirmishing, if any would happen at all, Marius rode forward, forming what would become the frontline. However, before he did so, Marius had a few words for Jerod.

"Rogue Feroxians, indeed. How does it feel that you have to fight the church in order to save the soldiers of Regna Ferox?" After he spoke, Marius rode off with a smile. However, that smile was short lived, as before him and his companions were over two dozens of church-supported soldiers, attempting to lay sage to the Longfort.

While he waited for Jerod and Jacob to take their own positions beside him, Marius whispered a quick prayer, audible only to himself and the deity to whom he was praying. Marius did not wish to spill the blood of fellow believers, but they left him with no choice. However, Marius saw the twisting and corrupting of Naga's teachings and beliefs as even worse than shedding these men's blood. Therefore, after he had asked for forgiveness on account of what he was about ready to do, Marius sat there on Bucephalus, ready for the order to march forward.

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AbraAbra headed southward, travelling along a path that happened to pass by the Feroxian walls. Inside her bag was a small necklace that her foster mother had discovered around her neck when Abra was a mere infant. Besides her name (which was a relief because for the longest time, Abra thought her name came from the magical enchantment), there was on the necklace an insignia of one of the dukedoms of Ylisse. This dukedom was not as prominent or tied with the royal monarchy in Ylisse, like the Dukedom of Themis was, but it's a dukedom none the less. Abra was partially afraid of going, worrying that she would discover that she was abandoned because she was a bastard child or something along those lines. But where else would she go?

Abra heard some foliage rustle behind her. Alarmed by the noise, she swung around and scanned her surroundings. When she saw that there was nothing there, that it must have been the wind, Abra continued forward.

However, before she could take a couple steps forward, two soldiers serving the Church sprung out of the woods and grabbed ahold of her. Abra tried to pull herself out of the two men's grasp, but all what she did was struggle in vain.

"So what do we have here? A Feroxian spy?" One of the soldiers tightened his grip around Abra's arm, making her wince.

"I don't know, she doesn't look like one of those Feroxian women. She looks more Ylissean to me." The other soldier placed one hand on Abra's lower jaw, moving her head from side to side in order to get a better look at her face.

"Whatever she is, all we know is that she is stacked like no other. How is that even natural?"

"Can't you tell? She's a witch. She probably placed a hex on herself to create that appearance." The second soldier began to tie Abra's hands together with a rope, tightening them so much that they began to dig into her skin, causing Abra to grimace at the pain. "You know what, since the Feroxians have been giving us quite a fight and our own moral is starting to waver, why don't we take this beauty here for 'helping out' the morale, if you catch my drift?" The first soldier nodded in agreement.

"You both are perverts!" Abra screamed, hoping that someone would here, but knowing deep inside that she was doing so in vain. In spite of her protest, the two soldiers ignored her. Instead, they just lead her to their horses and made their way back to camp.

[User]
Jerod

Jerod could smell and hear the combat before he saw it, and was off the back of the cart in a heartbeat, moving at a brisk run to pull ahead of the carts as they halted, stopping as he caught up to the Champion of Naga, Marius not having wasted any time arming up and trotting up as well. Orders were dispatched, and Jerod grinned in a very unpleasant kind of way, drawing his sword and flourishing it as he fell in step to the left of Marius. Line breaking charge, a classic approach. The old pervert was off being a big damn hero, rallying the Feroxians at the gate and bracing the church fanatics the entirely wrong direction. Well, what a shame for them, Jerod began laughing as he walked forward, even with Marius's comment on rogue Feroxians.

"Ach, I wasn' worried 'bout any rogue Feroxian's, 'orseman. I's the sworn ones I be worried 'bout." Jerod was never worried about rogue's, hell, they would have most likely been more easily dealt with than the Feroxian's he was thinking of. But, long story short, that was now not a real concern. Right now, they had fighting to do. Jerod kept that confident grin on his face as he kept in step with the advance, calling over to the lad champion himself. "'ow abou t'is, laddie. Ye keep up, I migh' buy ye a drink. Soun' like a good deal? Time t' show th' damned fanatics n' bloody god ca' save t'em now."

Niya and Solanne

The sounds of conflict, smells of death, and even the clouds of smoke were dead give aways that something was going rather poorely for the Feroxian people. Some distance away from this violence, however, were a pair of figures, one one horse back, the other currently standing next to the horse. The two had crossed paths some time ago, and while there had been little conflict up until this point, it was clear that it was no longer avoidable. The woman on horseback looked down towards her current companion, who was no doubt stretching after the long day's travel, before speaking briefly.

"Miss Solanne, trouble ahead. Feroxians are having a hard time of things."

"Huh?"

Solanne was much too busy observing the land around them to hear what Niya, her current partner, was saying. It took her a few moments to process the statement before a determined grin sprung to her visage.

"Look's like this war's pretty rough on both side, eh Niya? Heh, but I'm thankful we haven't run into any of those Naga Church fanatics yet. Wouldn't want the smell of burning flesh to clog up my nose, ya know?"

She gave the girl on horseback a thumbs up, coupled with a snarky smile.

"Quite."

Niya was quite different from the woman on foot, while she was grinning and making gestures, the horsebound woman was sitting quietly, almost regally, overlooking the distant smoke and what scatterings of violence she could pick out. The healer had already made up her mind on where they were going to head out to next, whether Solanne liked it or not was a completely different story. But before she could bring it up, there was a few figures closer to them than the usual violence, seeing this, she pointed it out.

"Look, trouble. Prisoner, probably of the two fanatics. Should intervene, gods knows what the depraved have in mind."

Niya was thinking about approaches they could make. Speed, shock and awe were probably their best bets in this case, but Niya waited for a few moments to allow her companion a word in edge wise, even as the healer turned her horse, already planning a route to intercept the two fanatics and their prisoner.

"Yeah I see them," Solanne answered with a crack to her knuckles. "Got a plan? Or are we just going to rush them? One for each of us to take out," she said with that same confident grin.

"Staves aren't terribly good weapons, hop on my horse. I have a plan. We run them down, I free the prisoner while you mop up."

Niya offered a hand to Solanne to haul her up on the horse, seeming to already have fully decided to take command of the situation and Solanne was along for the ride now, very literally vice the usual metaphor that the expression usually intended. Once hauled onto the horse, Niya took off at full gallop, heading straight for the two fanatics and their prisoner, not a word escaping her mouth.

Likewise, Solanne nodded, keeping a tight grip on her blade as they swiftly approached the two. Once they were in proper distance of the two perverts, she slipped free her blade and held it in her hand, ready to slice when directed.

"So we killing these guys? Or are you more of the subdue person seeing as you're a healer and all that?"

Solanne shrugged.

"Well, whatever your orders are boss."

"Kill them, let the Gods sort them out."

Niya rode them directly into the two fanatics, bowling them over as she vaulted off the horse, bringing the staff down on one man's head and leaving him to Solanne, and she was quick to walk over to the bound woman, not even raising her voice at all, reaching to get the bindings off quickly.

"Don't waste your breath, you'll need it to run. Let me get your bindings."

"Whatever you say boss."

Eyes slitting, Solanne twirled her blade and sliced the shoulder of one of the men, the one Niya had struck actually. Letting him bleed out, she spun around and hurled her sword into the chest of the other, stopping his heart forever.

"Well that was quick. Though these guys were supposed to be tough, ya know?" Solanne muttered, jumping off the horse and collecting her blade. "Still, I'm pretty sure kidnapping people is a gurantee to...well, whatever the opposite of Naga is."

Cleaning her blade in the grass, she turned to Niya and the captured woman, who by the appearance of her hat, looked like a Mage.

"Hey Niya, how's she holding up?"

[Assistant]
As the sounds of bloodshed and warfare rang out all around her, Marianne couldn't suppress a giggle from escaping her lips. Yes, this was a perfect time, a perfect opportunity to prove her loyalty and devotion to the Champion of Naga. Whipping out a dark tome, she jumped out of the cart and stayed back with the reserves.

"Whatever you say, my fearless leader, ahahaha!"

With that, she began to whip out spell after spell, curse after curse. Mainly, it was just Flux, though it was enough to keep their enemies from flanking them. In the midst of her fun, she kept her eye on Jacob before occasionally scanning the bodies of the fallen.

She'd have to collect and resupply her samples once this was all over.

Someone caught her gaze though, and she carefully made her way to them. When the image of a shaking Princess Caroline filled her view, her interest only piqued all the more. Smiling sweetly, she gently tugged on the Steel-Toed Princess' sleeve.

"Ah, don't worry your Highness! Ahaha, fearless leader knows what he's doing, so rest assured! Besides, you're my F.R.I.E.N.D now. And I'll disembowel A.N.Y.O.N.E. that hurts my friends. Ahahaha!"


[System]
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Appearance:
Vathalyk's skin is of a grey-ish complexion very much unlike that of human's. It's safe to say that his body is painted almost all over the place. It's not for war, but merely an abstract decoration in red and black hues. His ears are pointy and thus resembling those of your average elf, but shorter. His hair is long and split up into several massive strands running down almost to his hips. Vathalyk's most notable feature are his massive, spiraling horns and his ever-glowing, almondy eyes.

Vathalyk's a very massive being, standing over seven feet tall with shoulders broad enough to fill out the usual doorframe from left to right with ease. He's a hungry colossus of thick bone and muscle.

Race: Fyr

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Equipment:
* Somewhat worn-out piece of ringmail
* Large morning star
* Thick woolen coat and trousers.
* Food and water for several days.
* Two mechanical traps. Not like bear traps, but still they can deal excruciating pain and injury.

Personality:
It's comparatively easy to set off Vathalyk's rage. A simple insult, a word too ambiguous in an already heated up situation or an unintentional injury are enough to make him give you a rant at least. As long as you don't lose yourself in one of those sandtraps however and think before you speak it is quite possible though to get along with him rather nicely. Become true friends though is a major achievement for his species is essentially one of loners. He has a firm understanding of the concept of 'priorities': As long as he sees benefit for himself he is willing to help and bring sacrifices. What appears to be an extremely selfish attitude is attenuated by the fact that Fyr, due to their very nature-driven lifestyle, are less suspectible to greed, one of those things that usually impair one's providence the most. Vathalyk is somewhat cunning, but also capable of extreme acts of violence. There are times when he essentially goes feral.

Biography:
Fyr do not live in towns or villages, but dwell in the wilderness. Their population is very scarce, so neither is it very likely for anyone to encounter more than one at a time, nor is his kind interested in anything like 'family'. Parents stay together barely long enough to teach their child how to live on its own, then depart and continue living their lonely lives until, some years later, it is time to mate again. So due to natural causes, Vathalyk's childhood can be considered quite boring at least from more human standards: Hunting, eating, sleeping and roaming around for the sake of one's own curiosity.

His species is far from dumb and being purely animalistic, but still he has all reason to regret the day he dared to stroll though a village in the middle of the night: Isn't it that demons often have glowing eyes and massive horns ? Those simple people had never seen his kind before and confused him for one of them. With stakes and pitchforks at the ready they forced him to succumb and locked him away in a damp cellar. It took the damn priest months to come and once he told the confused villagers that there's nothing here requiring any kind of exorcism or divine assistance, Vathalyk had already acquired a grasp of the human language.

There was no compensation from the villagers whatsoever, but at least he had found sort of a friend with the priest. He was 19 and now they both had to be more careful than before -- neither could it be ruled out that Vathalyk would be captured anywhere else again, nor was a priest essentially telling an entire village that it was flat-out wrong prone to be very liked in a region where a word could spread fast. He felt obliged to be grateful and the priest felt there was someone in need of help -- or maybe the man just wanted to try something in his old days. Anyway, they continued to meet on a regular basis where no prying eyes were around. Vathalyk had the opportunity to learn more about human life and culture, improve his language skills and even pick up a minor proficiency in armed fighting.

It could have continued so well, but even his only real human friend probably couldn't stand the sudden fact that the gods... vanished. At least Vathalyk has not heard a word off him since the event and has solid reason to speculate that the old man has fallen. He just doesn't know if due to the onset of madness like many others or because of the shock itself.

Attributes:
* Strength: 10
* Perception: 5
* Endurance: 9
* Charisma: 2
* Intelligence: 5
* Agility: 4
* Luck: 5

Magic:
It's not a magical thing per se, but a Fyr's blood is known to be toxic. It is an aggressive agent towards a broad variety of body tissues, including those of humanoids and bacteria. Clearly the latter property is responsible for Vathalyk's resistance to many common diseases (though it does not protect against those of magic nature, of course), but self-injury in order to gain access to the large amount of venom carried around by every Fyr is a battle tactic not unheard of. Skin is quite resistive and will only show itching as the primary symptom, but exposing a body's interior to his blood is bound to cause massive trouble.

[User]
*!?!?!?!*
Who was this asshole? Was he with the dragon? He must be, why else would be protect a beast of destruction then? Screams of panic could be heard outside, people running away in terror from the big flying lizzard.

"Move aside orc.."- the man now having stopped his charge and turning to face the orc, aiming his sword at him threateningly-"unless you want to join the dragon in its grave."

Maybe...No it couldn't be..But just maybe he was a dragon riding raider? He rode his pet dragon in to raid the town?

[Assistant]
Orky was right in the in the middle of everything. Orky was a bit overwhelmed to say the least, the Holy Woman was yelling at him for getting in the way and the Pissed Off Guy was pointing his sword at him. Orky isn't very smart, he doesn't go in any place with a plan. Orky just does what he feels is right. That's why he even put himself in this situation, is because he felt fate was telling him that he had to stop this. But in this midst of the violence, he had remembered his mother. He remembered how the villagers came to the house angry at them because they believe that the Gods didnt like how there was an Orc living there. Tears started to swell from his eyes, even admist all the noise the sound of the tears hitting the ground outmatched them all. Orky grabbed the Holy Woman's axe and the Pissed Off One's sword, when he had grabbed the sword the edge had dug into his flesh a bit making him bleed. He then proceed to snatch them out of their hands and throw them to the ground.

Orky then proceed to talk, still with tears come down his face, "Can't see violence solves nothing!? I know dragons are suppose to be bad and stuff but cant you see he is just frustrated at the world. Just because someone gets angry and goes on a little fit, doesn't mean you should kill him over it!" Orky then takes a moment to calm himself and to clean his face up a bit. "I don't know much but I know when I see someone hurting on the inside, and I see that in all of you. I don't know why you guys are hurt, but I'm sure if we could all just maybe sit down a bit and talk, I'm sure we could work something out. Mr. Dragon, I don't mean to be rude but it seems like you true form is scaring everybody, so if you could please change back into your small form." Orky whipped away the tears and but on a dumb little smile to try and lighten the mood.

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Step, step, step.

The foot-worn path gave way beneath her massive greaves. Plated boots pressed into the dirt, her tremendous weight causing her to sink an inch down into the earth beneath her which each step. Her armor was dented, scarred and chipped. Nails driven through the extra plates she had covered over old broken gaps in her armor with dug into her flesh. She had hammered the ends of the nails down so they wouldn't poke and tear into her but the bent ends still grinded into her through the threadbare holes in her gambeson. They were of little concern. There was no pain to be felt from them as they rubbed into her shoulders with each and every sway of her enormous breastplate.

She had traveled many days and nights along this path. A traveling merchant had informed her that there was a town down this road. A couple months travel he said. He had made it sound like it was a long time but it really was quite short for her. Each day was but a moment flickering on past her unnoticed. Despite how unhealthy it was for her sanity the time she had spent wandering the great sea floor had taught her many a trick on how to pass time by. She could walk for years on end with little to no thoughts on how long she had been walking. She found that acknowledging the passage of time made it feel all the longer. Perhaps she did not craft such wisdom in such descriptive phrasing but it more or less meant that in summation.

Whether or not it was a long or a short time she eventually did arrive. In anemic daylight she stood before the old wooden gate which led into the heart of the city. Ordinarily there would be guards watching from the walls and checking the wares of travelers passing through but there were none. With the loss of the clergy's sway they found themselves more inclined to serve themselves rather than the city. Those who hadn't turned to banditry were hidden away like most of the citizens were.

Step, step, step.

The cobbled stone paths held her footing much better than the dirt road just beyond. They hardly sank at all beneath her armor's impressive mass. She continued on through the streets, moving along down her way. Through the narrow slit in her helm she scanned what little she could see as she was on the lookout for a smithy or perhaps a tavern where she could look for some work. She needed the coin and she needed repairs.

A place to sew up this cut in my pants would be nice. She considered as she peered through the thin slot in her helm. Instead of those things however she found people who were running past, running away from something. Well, perhaps they were running away from something. She couldn't really tell. Often times if people were running it was either towards or away from something. Perhaps there was something they wanted to get to that she missed? Maybe the carnival was in town!

Oooo! She did so enjoy carnivals. She reminisced upon a time her father took her, her three sisters and her five brothers out to see the carnival. It was quite a magical time in her life. As she lost herself in bygone memories she was quite unaware of who or what was ahead of her until she almost smack dab in the middle of it.

Step, step... Stop.

Her ponderous endless march slowed to a halt as she looked up at the scene before her. A man and a woman stood at one side of an orc and a large winged lizard stood at the other. Quite a spectacle indeed. With her anchor sat upon her shoulder, an ancient rust-bitten tool splashed with the old brown stains of blood it has spilled which as a whole made the orc look small by comparison, She looked up and marveled at the unusual sight.

"Owo? What's this?" She wondered aloud. Her voice, while pleasantly cheerful in both sound and tone, rang with an unearthly resonance and seemed to drag on towards the end of each sentence. She stood by and looked on at what was going on, all too curious about the big lizard with wings. From an onlooker's point of view they'd see a warrior clad in so much armor naught could be seen below but the dismal yellow glow cast by the dark eyeless pits in her unseen sockets.

Well, that and the ship anchor she had rested on her shoulder.

[Assistant]
For quite a bunch of moments Vathalyk had just been standing there, observing the overall situation and carefully listening to the steady stream of interfering noises. As usual and as could be expected of your average tavern this one was a loud place, so it was putting quite a bit of strain on his mind to try and filter out what actually was relevant and what just random, everyday talk.

Yet there was one thing that didn't require any attention to identify as relevant at all. It was deafening even if heard from inside the crowd, causing the windows to rattle and certainly blowing off the major part of the layer of dust that had silently accumulated over the years. Vathalyk had to suppress the urge to cough, but even more so he had to suppress his inner demand to run outside and see what happened. He would have done so for sure if there hadn't been a man, seemingly an half-elf hybrid, approaching him all of a sudden.

"A job ?" he asked, glowing eyes staring onto the top of Urdal's head as he craned his neck downwards. One could hear his horns detaching from the ceiling with a grinding noise. "What kind of job would that be ?" Vathalyk narrowd his eyes, sensing the possibility of a spontaneously laid-out trap. Yes, the overall situation of the world was very particular to say the least, but had things changed so dramatically that even he was being offered a job by a half-human so easily ? The man hardly knew anything about him! Either he was treacherous or very desperated. Possibly both.

Anyway. He could no longer resist moving, so Vathalyk turned away from the wall and started the return journey through the undersized hallway. While Urdal could very well get the impression that Vathalyk had about the grace and overall way to move of a brick he was at least signaled to follow outside. Then, with the tavern finally no longer confining him, Vathalyk could see the true dimension of the issue: A dragon! At least it looked like one... But it had not started eating any villages, at least there was no spill of blood on the ground or burning houses nearby. Was pure, helpless acoustic rage all that being could offer ?

"What the hell do you think you are doing ?" Vathalyk addressed Endrokin straightforwardly.
"The very fact that you roam about here without doing what your kind usually does dramatically weakens the point I assume you are trying to make -- and that probably is making other people believe you are far superior in every aspect and must therefore neither be insulted by even the slightest accidental degree nor harmed in any kind that is either real or something your mind spontaneously came up with because it suited your current mood." Vathalyk crossed his arms in front of his breast. "Look at me. Do I have to scare everybody off and shout around as loud as I can in order to address a problem ? I believe not. And that is in full spite of the fact that the vast majority of people regards me as a demon of some kind."


[System]
Age: 20

Sex: female

Personality: Bobby is a very calm and rational individual. She is neither outgoing nor introverted - she finds herself somewhere in the middle. She likes to have a non bias approach to things and tries to rationalize everything she encounters. That is why, when eerie happenings begin to take place in her city of residence, she is deeply disturbed.

Equipment: flash light, extra batteries, two water bottles, some cans of food, long knife, blanket, and pocket knife containing a blade, saw, cork screw, screw driver, can opener, and scissors.

Bio: Bobby was born to wealthy parents, both being highly acclaimed surgeons. She spent most of her childhood and teen years alone as they were rarely in the house and were emotionally unavailable. Even though she lived with her parents until the age of 18, when she left for college, it almost felt like she had always lived alone because of their absence. She also had few friends growing up. Because she was constantly alone, Bobby amused herself with exploring. She would go into gated off areas or explore abandoned homes. Her curious nature is what lured her out to discover what was happening in the mountains. She went to college right after high school. To her parents dismay, she went for history and geography rather than medical like they had hoped for. She lives in the dorms on campus with a roommate who parties every weekend and finds that she feels the same sense of independance that she did at home.

[User]
Ole Top Bar Kings Point,West Virginia

4:30 PM

The sun was finally about to sink into the hills that lay beyond Kings Point and the small but vigilant police force were all over the town square waving to lumberjacks and miners coming back from work. They might have been friendly on the outside but in the inside they were scared hoping that no hiker would be foolish enough to go back into the mountain...but they were wrong.

Inside of the lively bar was a large table with just a single person waiting,his name was Ledger, and he was hoping that he wasn't the only one to take on the challenge of finding who was responsible for these murders. All around him lumberjacks were laughing and having a good time not noticing the sore thumb sitting by himself with just a half-empty beer beside him. He gulped at the notion of going on that mountain by himself and promised that by nine if no one showed up he would stay at the local hotel and by the next day would make his way back to Wheeling but then he heard the door chime ring.....

[Assistant]
Britany pulled her farm truck into the bar's parking lot. She didn't know King's Point well, but as with all small towns, finding the bar is often the easiest thing. She watched the many lumberjacks come and go, reminding her of when she used to watch her dad go to work with the other miners. She missed those days, where life was easy and carefree. Back then, she had dreams, goals. Now, it was just another day, and another paycheck to get her by, and keep her dad alive for just a bit longer.

Stepping down from the truck, she already knew eyes would be on her. But Britany was used to it, colored hair often had that reaction, especially in these areas where everyone knew everyone else. Smiling at a cute lumberjack, sweaty and grimy from his work, who also smiled back, she hiked up on her tiptoes to reach into the bed of her truck. From there, she lugged out her hiking pack, and sling it over her shoulders. Turning back toward the lumberjack, she saw the color drain from his face, and he quickly skittered away. She huffed. Looking around at the rest of the town, they were all staring at her in horror. Clearly they were all on edge, and thought her a lunatic for what she was about to do.

Shrugging, assuming she'd find no romantic prospects here without the million dollar reward, she started toward the bar. Pushing through the open door, and looked inside. For the most part, it was almost the same scene as back home. There was a heavy air of cigarette smoke despite the laws that said no smoking indoors. The bar had a large amount of husbands that were putting off going home to their wives and a couple of the local skanks sniffing about for an easy lay. There was even a few clearly too young minors in the back corner, probably only allowed because they had money, and wouldn't cause trouble.

There was, however, an outlier. He looked incredibly uncomfortable, and certainly didn't fit the crowd. That meant he wasn't from here, which meant he was here for the same reason as her. Smiling lightly as her eyes pass over his, she moved to his table and sat down, meekly saying "Hi."

The waitress, an older lady, who'd likely been working here since she was in middle school, came over. "What can I get ya hun?"

"Just a Coke please."

Drink now in hand, Britany couldn't bring herself to strike up a conversation, wondering if anyone else would show up.

[User]
Jacob had just left the hotel he had checked into and was walking down the street towards the local bar. He brought along his heavy hiking pack knowing that he might have to spend the night in the woods at a moments notice. He noticed the many groups of Lumberjacks that just stared in horror at another hiker that might also die like the rest and paid little attention to them, keeping his head down. His pace quickened, wanting to get out of the chill air.

 The bar coming into sight, Jacob opened the bar door, hearing the chime ringing above his head, his eyes scanned the room and quickly noticed the girl the multi-colored hair, he knew right away that she wasn't from here and the other guy sitting at the table seemed shifty. He swiftly approached the table and took a seat and nodded to the two already at the table. A middle aged woman came over and took the new customers order, "What will it be?" The waitress said with tone as cold as cement. "I'll have a bottle of beer, ma'am." The woman
Nodded and went behind the bar to get his order. "I assume that we're early then?" He said with a sliver of a smile on his face.

[Assistant]
As soon as Bobby pulled up to the bar, she reached for her cigarettes. She needed to calm herself. When she heard about the call for help, to discover what was up in the mountains that was taking lives at random, she was more than interested. Bobby had always been an explorer - the money was just a plus. The thing was that, whenever she did her exploring, it was always alone. She knew there would be others who replied to the posters. She wondered what they were like and what it would be like going into mountains with other people. These thought occupied her mind as she lit up a cigarette and slowly made her way into the bar.

The scene was just as she'd expected. Men shooting pool, lonely women at the bar, looking over their shoulders for a suiter, middle aged men with balding heads sitting by their lonesome, drowning their sorrows in drink. And then Bobby saw a table where three college aged youth sat. All appearing to be in awkward silence. She assumed these were the people who had replied to the posters.

"Hi," Bobby said meekly, coming around the table and hesitantly taking a seat. "I assume all of you are here because of that poster they put up."

[User]
Kyle felt very out of place in his shiny blue Prius as he pulled into the parking lot full of loud, mud covered trucks. He could feel the stares of the lumberjacks as he exited the car wearing a madras shirt and cargo pants.

He grabbed his backpack from the passenger seat, and put it on one shoulder. As he walked past a couple of rough looking lumberjacks smoking, he was almost expecting one of them to spit at his tennis shoes, and say something along the lines of "What are you doing here, city boy?"

Thankfully, nobody did that. However, Kyle was still a little concerned about his car. He just brushed it off, and went into the bar.

As he walked in, he spotted the table of people that he presumed were others that responded to the flyer. He walked up.

"Excuse me, are you guys the people that responded to the flyer?"

[Assistant]
Just as Ledger was about to get out of the dim bar it seemed that fate would have none of it as college-aged students started pouring in almost simultaneously. The first to enter obviously knew who was on this offer for adventure and money and quitly sat next to him. The young women said a quick "Hi" to him but Ledger was silent as the next sore thumb came into the bar.

A man sat on his left side and spoke asking if he was early. "Nope." Ledger said to him grinning as two others came in and found themselves at the "round table". "Well this is almost comical!" Ledger said laughing," I was about to leave when everyone decided to pour in. Is there anymore then?" He said looking around the group and then back at the door to see if another would come in.


[System]
Age: 23
Height: 5 ft 5
Weight: 150 lbs.
Allegiance: 'Hope'
Distinguishing Traits: Iris has a scar on her left hand, located on the wrist which was gained a few years back. No other scars but due to her pale skin Iris tends to bruise easily. Personality wise she is quite head strong, stubborn and isn't afraid to voice her opinion. Although she has light blue eyes in contrast to her fair skin in certain lights her eyes can be mistaken for grey.

Short Bio: Growing up in Aspiria sounded wonderful and it was if you were on the upper side. Iris however had grown up with her father on the rougher side, the commoner side of the city where you lived within your means. If you couldn't afford dinner well you wouldn't have dinner, it was as simple as that. It didn't really matter to her though because she had a loving family, her father worked hard day in and out and her mother kept the house maintained and food in their stomachs and it worked for them.
It all had changed when her mother fell ill and sadly passed away not long after. She had outright refused to use their money on medicine that would help her, and she was a stubborn woman a trait Iris had inherited. That death however sparked a rebellion, it fuelled her father's courage who gathered as many men, women and even teens that was willing to fight. He called it hope, hope for those wanting that better life.

Years had passed with many strikes; fights and a war had started between the two. Neither side wanted to relent, and her father Regis was focused on bringing down the hierarchy. His intentions had been pure at the start but since he was considered the leader of this rebellion, he had become accustomed to the ease of everything. Food on the table, weapons and money all donated to this cause and it fed his greed. He hungered for more, but no one knew that side. Not yet.

Now he had raised his daughter following his beliefs, ensuring that she bore just as much hatred for the higher ups as he did. He constantly twisted and manipulated her mind making her mother a martyr, ensuring that she believed it was their fault and that they had killed her mother and as Iris knew nothing else, she was left to believe such stories. Now being a young adult, she had trained herself to fight in this war, she could use a gun if needed but she much preferred being stealthy favouring a dagger. Using her size to her advantage and her skills in stealth she often gained information as leverage, but she had yet to kill someone, she had yet to have blood on her hands.

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[User]
The laughs did not stop, Regis continued to laugh in his cell even as the soldiers dragged him out of his cell whilst they waited for the Aproveset to kick in. Five minutes was all it took before the pain would start, but the laughter was haunting especially as it echoed throughout the halls as he was dragged by the two soldiers. It was like he was crazy, deranged and clearly not all there anymore as the laughter sounded strangled.

Feeling the soldiers throw him into the chair he couldn't help but grin at them both maliciously who in turn exchanged rather concerned looks between one another. "You think you will get me to talk? Think again. I've said all I need to say." The growls emitted from his mouth as he looked from soldier to soldier clearly thinking he was above them. That he was above their interrogation techniques. "There is NOTHING you can do to get information out of me. I won't break."

"How long is left?"

"About two minutes sir."

Swaying on the chair Regis looked over at one of the men who had entered, he wasn't a soldier, but it was clear he was here for a reason perhaps to talk to him? Idiot. He won't get anything from me. "If you think I'll sing like a bird you have another thing coming."

"Oh, I don't think. I know." The male in question spoke as he took a seat, eyes watching the prisoner who had already been through various different creative tortures to get him to talk. The Aproveset was one of their most prized possessions when it came to the difficult talks and this was no exception, he didn't know who this man thought he was, but he would get him to talk. That was his job.

"One minute, sir."

"Very good." Nodding to the soldiers who stood at the door, they were there just in case the prisoner got cocky, in case he thought that he could fight back. Once the drug was in his system however it would be a different story. Throughout this whole time, he did not look away from Regis, he kept his eyes firmly on the prisoner and he would wait. He was a patient man. Tseng would often oversee the interrogation; he had a way with words to push the information out of his prisoners whilst the drug was in effect. It was a speciality of his.

Regis opened his mouth to say something but the minute he did he felt this overwhelming sense of pain, he had never felt this kind of pain before and it even pushed through the withdrawal of the alcohol. "What…" Panting as he looked at the table eyes trying to refocus as he felt the agony course through his entire body.
"Ah, it seems your minute is up. What is your name?" Tseng started as he could see the drug was taking effect by how he was reacting.

"Don't be fucking stupid you know my AH." Regis cried out hand going to his head as all he could feel was the burn, the pain aiding his shakes from his withdrawal and he felt his body temperature rising.

"How many are in your family?"

"Two… shit." Regis couldn't understand why he had said that, but the pain was pushing him forward to answer truthfully.

"A daughter, right? Iris?"

"Yeah, what's it to you?" Regis spat but when he did another cry of pain left his lips as if he'd been stabbed in the leg, hands went down to his leg gripping at eyes glaring as if ready to see blood, but he couldn't. Narrowing his eyes his head was swimming, his daughter Iris the memories flitted by focusing on the one where he had hit her. He felt his chest rising and falling quickly, pants leaving his mouth as his body shook. The pain was becoming unbearable.

[Assistant]
In the span of a few minutes, Atlas's entire world had crumbled around him. Distantly, he was aware that he had fallen and that his face was wet with tears, but he was too lightheaded to dwell on his physical state. He didn't even care that one of his guards was kneeling beside him, witnessing his disgraceful display. He couldn't believe that the rebels had killed his son. It had happened so abruptly that he hadn't had any more time to prepare himself than he would have if Caspian had been hit by a car. All it had taken was five days, and the Scourge had succeeded in severing the royal line and ripping his only child away from him—the only trace of his beloved Sierra that he'd had left. He struggled to breathe through the sobs that wracked his body.

Sitting next to the monarch, Jacob looked on with a concerned expression. He'd never seen King Atlas express such strong emotions before, and he worried about the long-term effects that the loss of his son would have on him as both a man and a leader. Additionally, he could feel Atlas's uneven breathing while his hand was resting on his back. Given his continuously fading health, he was anxious that the king wouldn't be able to recover from this physically either.

Noting that he seemed unresponsive to anything around him, the guard muttered a swear under his breath and turned away from him to look at one of the servants who was standing uncertainly near the edge of the bedroom. "Call his doctor," he ordered. Whether or not Atlas was just mourning, it was safer to call the physician to make sure the emotional trauma hadn't negatively impacted his wellbeing. Aspiria couldn't afford to lose its king right after the crown prince had been murdered.

While the boy hurried off to fulfill the request, Jacob stayed loyally by Atlas's side. "Your Majesty, do you need assistance getting back into bed?" he asked tentatively.

The monarch didn't respond. He didn't even hear the question. At that moment, he was completely absorbed in the recesses of his mind. Even when Jacob risked his neck by picking him up like a large child and setting him down in his bed, he didn't speak a word. Thoughts and memories of Caspian and Sierra had flooded his consciousness. His had been a political marriage, but he had still fallen in love with his wife after their wedding day. His affection for her had been the reason why he'd volunteered to be sterilized after only having one child. Past rulers would have taken up a mistress to produce more legitimate heirs to line up to take over the crown, but he couldn't bear the thought of having any children that weren't half Sierra. It was the same reason why he had never remarried after her untimely death.

Caspian had always been the spitting image of his mother. Although Atlas had been stern with him, he saw Sierra every time the prince snuck small, injured animals into the palace to care for in his bedroom or went out of his way to do favors for his friends. His late wife had been just as tenderhearted. It was one of the qualities he'd loved about her. Unfortunately, such behavior was better fitting of a queen than it was of a king who was expected to rule with an iron fist, so he'd felt the need to correct Caspian whenever he caught him doing his 'good deeds.' Nevertheless, he had always felt like Sierra had lived on through their son. Even his smile reminded him of her.

He coughed, finding it even more difficult to breathe. Besides the resemblance Caspian bore to his mother, he had been fond of him as an individual too. Sure, the prince had needed a lot of work to become the hardened ruler that he was, himself, but at least he had been trying. Now, he would never find out if his heir would have risen up as a promising king to take over the country after he passed.

Now, no one would take over at all.

Abruptly, a deep ache spread like fire through his chest as his illness flared, and he clutched his shirt in pain. Standing by his side, Jacob blanched. As he'd feared, the king wasn't doing well. "Your Highness, are you alright?" he asked urgently, pressing two fingers beneath his monarch's jawline. Atlas's pulse was racing too quickly for him to keep track of every beat. "Fuck," he hissed, retracting his hand. The king was in bad shape. He hoped the doctor would arrive quickly to handle whatever was going on inside the fading man's body. At this rate, they might even need to move him back to the hospital for more intensive care.