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Vis Starkweather

Appearance:
Vis stands at 6ft 4 inches tall and weighs 170Ibs, his figure would be classed as lanky though he has enough muscle mass to avoid that (but not enough to be called muscular), his skin is pale but not too pale, it is comparable to milk. He has snow white, pigmentless hair, courtesy of his father, which he generally has slicked back, the color of his right eye is a deep, electric blue, his left eye is a bright green (this one is blind as it was struck with a curse. He has a slim head with rounded features, not the sharp features of his elven father, though he does have the elven ears even though the left one is in tatters, hanging limpy to the side. On the lower left side of his face he is missing the skin and flesh of his jaw and lower cheek, exposing his gums and teeth, this occured from the same accident as the one that ruined his ear, a cross bolt that narrowly missed destroying his life, he covers up the facial scar with a black scarf.

Race: Half-Elf
Class: Rogue

Main-Hand Weapon: Iron Rapier
Off-Hand Weapon: Slim Iron Dagger
Secondary Weapon: Knuckle Dusters

Armor:
When he is not traveling or not engaged in anything that could end his life, he wears a white puffy shirt, with long sleeves and buttons down the front, as for legs he wears grey trousers and a pair of black leather boots, the scarf around his face doesn't go unless he's in private. When he is traveling however he does wear armor, a set of grey leather armor with azure highlights in the place of tassels and the odd leather plate, the armor has a fur neckline and full segmented leather arms and legs. He always has his sword by his side.

Powers: Not Magically Inclined.

Skills: He has turned the simple act of stealth into an art, having mastered the shadows and the ways to be at one with them; he can hide like no other, may it be active or in plain sight, if he doesn't want you to see him, he won't be seen. Another skill that he possesses is the ability to climb and scale natural and unnatural surfaces, though he much prefers to climb buildings and other structures because he feels more at ease with them. And the final skill of note is that he is streetwise, using his logic and intuition to find who, what or where he wants to find, he can build an interactive map of the city around him, using key figures and places as guides to finding things, picking up on things most wouldn't notice.

Weaknesses: One of his major flaws is that, though he can dodge hits very well, he can only get hit a few times before he is down for the count. His slighter than average frame and and lack of heavy armor don't exactly help and his sword isn't the best for attacking heavily armored opponents. Another one of his flaws is that he's not precisely a people's person, it's not because he doesn't like to interact but because he feels that he can't do it due to his horrible lisping and bad temperament when people refer to the scarf that is constantly around his neck. On his left side he has sensory underload, he's completely blind and partially deaf, one caused by a witch's curse (the witch is now dead) and a crossbow bolt (like the witch, his assailant is dead), his inability to hear and see on the left side doesn't help when he's fighting in a croud or when he's trying to be perceptive (but he manages well). His cursed, green left eye glows in the dark, though this helps when he wants to see in the dark, projecting a cone of soft green light, when he is trying to hide, he needs to close it and cover it with a hand (he only has two and he'd rather have use of both).

Personality:
He has a rather quiet demeanor, not because he is shy but because he despises the way he sounds due to the hole in his mouth, though he still does prefer to listen because there is more to gain by doing so. He doesn't like arguments, usually finding a way to dodge them, usually elegantly but when that doesn't work he's not afraid to fight, though he usually doesn't raise his sword offensively. Vis is very fond of books, though his reading skills are weak he finds great pleasure in trying to desipher the ink; he is not the most intelligent, he can't tell you how magic works, or guess the mass of a brick by the light it reflects but he is crafty and cunning, able to put two and two together faster than most. Before he says things he tries to stop and thinks for a while to make sure what he's saying is right, he us cautious not wanting or willing to make mistakes if it will put him or the people he cares about in less then comfortable conditions.
Background:
He was the child of a human and an elf, his mother and father respectively. His mother was a baker's assistant in the kitchen of some duke who ran the area, she would go to the castle kitchen every morning at around dawn and returned every night after the sun had set, she wasn't happy with her job but the money was good so she stayed. However one autumn day she suddenly didn't dislike her job as much, there was a visit by a group of royal dignitaries, they must have been high up because they had a whole host of guards and courtiers with them, she knew because she had to back so much more bread and pastries but that is irrelevant. One evening she was taking some roles over to the dinner table where more were asked for, when she bumped into one of the guard, literally bumping into him and spilling all the roles onto the floor, however that wasn't on her mind at that moment, what was on her mind was the handsome elven guard she bumped into and likewise she was on his. That was the start of their romance, they spent evenings together and days eyeing eachother from across rooms and halls as they passed eachother, during this autumn Vis was conceived and by the time his father had to leave (he had to stay with the royal group because the winter had become too harsh to travel) he was born. However Vis had only seen his father by the time he was 6, he had to leave once the weather had cleared, which was a few days before Vis was born. He had made an instant connection with his father and visa versa, his father had decided to leave the employment of his former masters and become the head of guard of the duke's castle, with his baker's assistant wife. His father had taught him many things through his youth, primarly how to use a sword but other things as well, like how to skin a cat, however the one thing that he wasn't taught was how to read or write, he picked some of that up himself and it hasn't improved yet, most likely it's worse.
By the time he was a young man, he started getting restless, wanting to go out and see the world instead of being an assisstant to an assisstant baker. His parents told him time and time again to reconsider but Vis was too stubborn, and his father noticed this stubbornness as his own, the elf allowed him to go under one condition, that he was to practice his reading and send them letters. Vis agreed, rather too quickly, forgetting that he was horrible at both reading and writing, so he set off and had many adventures, most of them ending badly, some of them ending horribly and abruptly with an injury. But he adventured on undeterred, half blind, hard at hearing and with a hole in his maw.
Other:

Vis' Companion
Age: 9 or 10

Appearance: Kat is a spindly girl of around 5'2", weighing not much more then a sack of flour. Her slim body boasts no fat and little muscle, though she is full enough to avoid the shape of her bones coming through her skin. She has fair skin, lightly dusted by the rays of the sun and with faded freckles peppered across her cheeks and nose. Her face is small and clustered around a small area, she has a small nose and wide lips that are naturally red, with a protruding chin and large ears to fram her head. Her hair is long and flat, rough to the touch and rolls to the small of her back, it is dull copper in color, with subdued tones of richer reds, browns and auburns. Her eyes hazel, though mostly green have flecks of brown, gold and blue in them. On her left hand, the pinky and the ring finger up to the middle are missing, her forearms are also speckled with black burn marks and small scars.

Race: Human (Of the Ginger variety)
Class: None, at the moment...

Clothes: Kat where's on her head a tightly wrapped white linen bandana, it conceals everything above her hairline and ends at the back of her head with a tightly wound bun, all her hair is concealed; she often takes it off and uses it as a scarf though, when she is not working. On her body she wears a grey woolen poncho over a lime green tunic, covering her legs with a leather skirt that goes down to the base of her ankles; on her feet she wears black boots and instead od socks a pair of white leggings made of close fitting cotton. On her hands she wears fingerless gloves that are open at the top and secured around her wrist by a strap and a button.

Weapon: Nothing (Vis' Dagger in due time)

Skills: One of her skills is climbing, though she is fairly new to it, she can climb fairly well but at a slow pace compared to Vis, she often uses her skills at climbing to explore or hide from someone or thing. Another of her skills is that she knows how to cook, often sticking to recipes she knows but still willing to try something new, though most people would not really care about cooking, when on the road good cooking can make a long journey bearable. Hiding, a mixture of her small size and ability to be very quiet, she can become invisible, helped by the neutral color of her visible clothing.

Weaknesses: She is completely illiterate, not even knowing how to write or read her name. This is a problem when it comes to bring on the road, as she can't read signs or maps. She reacts badly to critiscm or negative situations, often yelling and crying and being a roucus child. She can't keep her mouth shut and often talks at inopportune times, saying things she shouldn't say or at the wrong moment, often speaking her mind instead of keeping it there. Doesn't know how to control anger very well, often vents it as tears or yelling and punching.

Personality: Kat is a rather brash individual, often blurting out and avoiding general manners like thanking people and asking politely, often being rather blunt and indifferent to people's opinions. When not at work at the bakery, she often finds herself getting into trouble, often finding her way into "adventures" that she shouldn't be partaking in. Though her attitude is rough, she has some kindness to her, not knowing when far is but understanding when too far is and realizing when to back off and when to approach with an (awkward) gentles hand. Kat is also a fairly curious person, often asking things she shouldn't and getting into situations that could otherwise be avoided with s level head, not saying she thick. She had the ability to pick things up quickly, it's just that she's not given the opportunity to try often.

Background: Kat was born in the spring, on the morning of last frost, her mother was a baker and her father a forester. From a young age, her parents struggled to get her affection and this struggle developed into a heated fight for Kat's heart. This ultimately tore the marriage apart, the end signaled by the father running off in the middle of the night and taking Kat with him. She was relatively calm with the situation and lived with her father, until he was killed by a bunch of thugs for not being able to pay back some debt. Her neighbors helped her get back to her mother,  and it appeared that all was smooth sailing, working at the bakery. That is until the attack...

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Separ
Separ quickly studied the supplies of Carver, Alula, and the scarf wearing elf. Carver barely seemed to have anything, Alula on the other hand seemed to have tons of gold, as well as some miscellaneous items that Separ could make neither heads nor tails of. Lastly the scarf wearin elf seemed to have a modest sum of money as well as some various items which made Separ question why he had them in the first place. Disregarding those items Separ listened to the elf talk about buying various food items and such, only for a girl who identified herself as Rose Anew, aka 'Phoenix' to step forward and ask if she could go along with the group.

Separ was immediately impressed by her, as she said she was both a capable fighter and a great cook. "A fighter and a cook? You've instantly sold me, I'm happy you could be on the team. So what kind of dishes do you specialize in?" Separ then looked around at his fellow group members. "No one has any objections right?"

[Assistant]
"Everyone found gold? I think we have enough for a sword or two."
Furnace held his heavy bag of coins and shook the bag have it make a sattisfying jingling sound.
"Though the metal is soft and not ideal. We can make do."

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Alula watched with strange interest as Carver tossed the rock out of his bag. She watched it roll and skid away from the group, until it finally settled into a grassy patch several yards away from them. It would have been impossible for anyone to just see the rock if they were walking past, and yet Alula knew it was there, so she could see it. She shivered despite the heat. She turned her blurred attention back to the group.

She allowed the punching man who look through her bag, which she had hidden within her robes. She didn't really have anything of importance on her. Her bag was actually a blanket all bundled together with twine. In her bundle was nothing but a few torn up pieces of canvas, likely at one point a tent, and some random odds and ends. Nothing of value, more like junk you would find laying around. She wondered where they came from.

And then there was another girl. Alula pulled down the rim of her hat, muttering softly. "A life is cut short so another can begin. Lives are lost in the forest of life to allow the young to grow." She felt horribly dizzy and a bitter cold spreading though her veins. She leaned forward for a moment, resting her weight against Carver until the cold was replaced with the burn. At this point she was hoping no one else would approached the group.

[Assistant] Vis watched the rock skid to a halt and walked over to it to pick it up off the ground and into his pocket, a man walking past gave him a glance, most likely because of his damaged face but Vis decided to believe that he glanced about the rock, who knew, he might find use for it later. He turned to the group and once more spoke up, "I'm going thu go thearching for bread, anyone wanth thoo thag along?" he asked, hoping someone would want to come with him, though he wasn't too talkative, he didn't mind the company when he had it, it made him feel a little better about being bad at socializing.


[System]
N/A

17

Female

Pansexual

Single

E-Girl

Samantha stands at a stout 5'5" and weighs a mere 115 lbs on a very small frame. Her hair is primarily a light brown with a few blonde highlights added in artificially. Samantha is very rarely seen without her signature makeup on -- eyeliner, concealer, foundation... the works! You'd have to catch her in very private and intimate moments to see her without her makeup on. It helps her disguise one of her biggest insecurities. Additionally, Samantha tends to wear clothing on the tighter side. Leggings, small t-shirts, and tank-tops make up a significant amount of her wardrobe, despite the rather not-ideal climate of Ohio. Samantha does not have any piercings at this time, but Samantha very so desperately wants to get a Sailor Moon symbol tattooed on her wrist.

Samantha can be described as a very ambitious girl who is also very much a go-getter. Samantha is surprisingly very adept at reading people and knowing what it takes to please people and whatever else they want, sometimes using that to her advantage. She is also rather self-centered and has very little regard for relationships and feelings, especially if they get in her way. Samantha has learned how to employ a high amount of energy and charisma to her advantage to further assist her toward achieving her goals. Additionally, she values her own goals and ambitions very highly, and she will do whatever it takes to get whatever edge she can on her journey to achieve her goals, even if it may be at the cost of other people and their well-being.

Samantha Queen was adopted from an orphanage in Cleveland, Ohio at a mere six months old by Isaac and Erin Queen. The two had decided from early on in their relationship that they weren't exactly enthusiastic about the prospect of having kids of their own when there were many kids in foster homes and orphanages across the entire world. They didn't have to go very far, however, to find Samantha. They just took one look at her lil baby lookin' ass and they fell in love! It didn't take much longer for them to adopt her into their family.

Little did Isaac and Erin know, their style of parenting was very enabling, which contributed to why Samantha is the way that she is today. The slightest hint of negative emotion from Samantha meant that Erin and Isaac dropped whatever the heck they were doing and appeased Samantha however they could. That meant Samantha got whatever she wanted, and she started to learn just how she could accomplish such a feat. As a result, she managed to get her parents to get her an assortment of video games since they appealed to her and she took quite a liking to them, despite her supposed lack of skill in them.

Today, she has a following on social media as she streams twice a week to her audience. Many people tune in to watch her play video games for hours at a time, not knowing that Samantha is still in high school. She manages to squeeze a decent amount of money from them, and has no intention of stopping, and every intention of squeezing even more money from them in the future.

Isaac Queen | 46 | Father
Erin Queen | 46 | Mother

Imane Anys | #dcd0ff
My favorite part of Halloween is the candy or the spooky vibes.
* Has a soft spot for McDonald's. Her typical order is five McChickens, large fries, and a medium Diet Coke.
* Mains Lux in League of Legends, and it is the only game she can play kind of decently, as she has been placed in Diamond.
* Her Spotify playlists are all over the place, and she has specific playlists for specific champions in League of Legends.
* Her twitch handle is QueenSamantha (very creative, I know.)

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Aria had been planning the lake party well before school had started with the help of her friend Jenna. The manager at the dinner where she worked was nice enough to let her borrow some fold out tables to set the party favors on for the night, though she would have to return them undamaged, of course. It was nice to see everything finally coming together as the sun began to go down.

Rich's car speakers were working damn near perfectly as people started to arrive. While she smiled, nodded, and waved to the familiar faces that walked through the trees, Aria was only looking for one face in particular - Cami. Had her invite been to sudden? To welcoming? Was Aria wrong to assume that since Lud was coming, Cami would as well? Due to Cami showing up or not, Aria had tried to plan the perfect outfit. Not to slutty, but just enough skin. Dark high waisted denim shorts, a loose white tank top, black cardigan and a black two-piece bathing suit underneath it all.

She was currently at the drink table mixing herself a screwdriver, swaying to the beat of the music as she did so. Tonight was either going to be amazing, or very very horrible. Only time would tell which, but at hopefully she wouldn't make to much of a fool out of herself.

[Assistant]
Outfit
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Morgan hadn't spent that much time getting prepared for tonight's party. To be truthful, she rushed through her smaller assignments for this weekend so that she could get a decent amount of time for her Twitch stream this afternoon. She had killed enough angry ten year olds and trash talked enough middle age men until she was in a good mood. Taking a shower around six that evening, she wouldn't realize how late it was until she had blow dried her hair. (Having thick, curly hair, it took forever to dry.)

"Fuck," she exclaimed, eyes widening as she quickly did the math in her head. Fifteen minutes to get ready, another thirty minutes to get to the lake - she would arrive right on time at eight.

Browsing around in her closet, she finally decided on a loose Nike air force cut off crop top, a pair of Nike tempo running shorts, and white converse. While she didn't plan on swimming, Morgan put on a white bikini underneath her clothing.

The drive to the lake felt short due to her excitement. She was glad for the opportunity to get to hang out with Jenna again. Between homework, doing her streams, and baby sitting, she hadn't really had time for much social interaction. She just hoped that her friend would forgive her for her absence.

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"So how was the start of your last year at that godawful school?" Minty's big brother Iwan asked from behind her computer screen. The siblings made sure to stay in contact even now that Iwan had gone off to college. Without sticking together they would both perish under the pressure that their parents put on them.

It was a good thing Minty had her back to the laptop or Iwan would have seen her roll her eyes which he hates. "It's hell! But whatever it'll be over soon right?" Aramintah drawled as she spread the oil paint with her pallet knife over the canvas she was working on. "And besides it's not like my grade from freaking Rosefell will get me anywhere…" she continued.

Her brother let out a small laugh "Don't be so sure little sister. You never know when you might need them." he paused. Minty knew where this was going and was bracing for Iwan's inevitable words. "So… Uhm… Have you thought about… any colleges?", there it was.

Minty spun around in her chair staring straight into the laptop's camera "Dude you know I haven't… Did mom ask you to ask again? God Iwan… really?" she huffed looking at his embarrassed face on the screen. "I thought you were on my side!" she exclaimed.

"Minty! Of course, I am… But you know how mom gets." Iwan defended himself.

The dark-haired girl just grunted and went back to her painting. "Whatever… I need to get ready for this lake thing anyway. I'll talk to you later." she said wiping her hands lazily on a wet cloth. Her hands were stained from the paints no matter how much she rubbed them and after a few seconds she gave up.

"Alright bye sis…" Iwan sighed and logged off.

Slapping the laptop shut Minty walked over to her small closet and picked out an outfit for the night. A few minutes of sprucing up and she was out of the house. As she rode her bike she could feel the irritation from her and Iwan's conversation ebb away and as she got closer to the lake she could hear the music and the murmur of voices, that got her excited.

She locked her bike against a tree fishing out her phone as she did so. Her thumbs tapping away absentmindedly as she walked slowly towards the party. She sent her two best friends each a text message to let her know she was there:

TO: Lana

TO: Eli

When she had sent them Aramintah took a lap trying to see if she knew anyone that where there already… she didn't. She grabbed a wine cooler from the refreshments table as she headed to a small jetty where she sat down looking at the calm lake.

[Assistant]
It was party o'clock, and there was nobody less excited to go than Samantha Queen! Knowing how parties at Rosefell High were, she was probably just going to find whatever Knights were there and stick with them. The only problem was there was only one or two Knights attending tonight, and both of those people were probably going to preoccupied with other people. Still, she had to attend. As much as she wanted to sit back and stream tonight, she figured going to the party would help her stream grow by spreading even more word. Sacrifice a night of streaming in hopes that she'll continue to network more. Lose some, win more. That was the only way she even remotely justified this.

Pulling up to the lake, Samantha stepped out of her car, wearing a gray crewneck sweater and light wash white shorts and white converse. It was going to be a chilly night considering they were right next to the water. Hopefully there was a fire or something because a bitch gets cold! Walking up to the party, she could see a crowd clamoring and a few people she recognized. Good. She was at the right party and not some creepy stoner cult party. Flashing some smiles at some people who made eye contact with her, Samantha went straight for the punch. She wasn't about to start this party without some sort of refreshment, as well as some sort of thing she can sip on whenever she was having a conversation.

On her way to the punch bowl, she spotted a rather familiar face. Was that... Richard Brian? Great! There was someone she could latch onto and use as a catalyst to socialize and network. "Rich! Rich!" Somehow, he wasn't hearing her, at least that was what she thought, "RIIIIIIICH!" She yelled, waving her hand to grab his attention.


[System]
Age: 17
Ethnicity: A medium brownish
Vices: Stealing and Gambling

Personality: Salim is quiet and shy, preferring complete silence. He had begun to equate loud noises with the shouts of accusation of thievery, and sounds tend to throw off his probability calculations. He genuinely tries to be polite and courteous with everyone, so that he could justify looting their pockets as a sort of diplomacy tax.

History: Salim's father was one of the new converts to the Vicarian faith in the western borders of the old empire, before its decline. To show his devotion to the new faith, he sent his youngest child to act as both diplomat and student in the church. At the tender age of 15, he arrived at the city gates, and quickly became enamored with the life of the priests. Specifically, the secret one they don't want people to know about. His natural aptitude for quick mathematics was put to darker uses in the gambling dens under the nose of the Vicarian inquisitors, and his quick fingers always gave him a convenient loan when he ran short. Without the guiding hand of his father (not that he had much time for his sixth child), Salim had begun to turn away from the values taught by his new religion.

Equipment: An abacus, a thick book of theology, and a stack of ill-gotten banknotes.

Appearance: Salim is short and rail thin, with a pair of tiny spectacles always perched on his nose. He has a bit of a moustache stretching across his upper lip. He lets his hair grow out long, which he ties back into a tail.

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"Don't ya wanna know where I hid yer brother's body?"

D'ren's inquiry held just a hint of a taunt in his half-Irish accent. He had not brought up the brother to Jacobs before. He wanted to hold onto it, use it at the last possible moment to humiliate him in front of an audience. That was D'ren specialty after all: spectacle.

The corrupt reverend's brother was five years his junior, and the two had never really gotten along as kids. But D'ren was banking on blood being thicker than the rope that reddened the pale scoundrel's neck.

It was six weeks previous, just a few hours before his 8th match in the underground fight club. Finn Jacobs was an aide to D'ren's opponent, Delrick Smashhouse. Finn had been caught cheating, slipping drugs into Ol' Smashies drinks to make him move faster, punch stronger. D'ren and his friend Raylon had discovered this violation. Raylon caught the business end of a knife. D'ren made Finn pay for that in the alley that evening.

Then he made Smashie pay in the ring later that night.

[Assistant]
Salim flinched at the mention of his failing. The roar of the bloodthirsty crowd deafened him, and he shuffled nervously in his place. The rope dug itself into his neck, somehow wrought painfully tight even for him. He was out one night, with a few elder monks in the tavern. They had run short on coin, and were already very deep in debt to the Vicaria City Mafia, so Salim, in his sleep addled brain, deduced that the church must have plenty of cash reserves in it's lower vaults. This, combined with the fact that any priest had access to the lower vaults, led Salim to the inevitable conclusion that the church was being weighed down by all those heavy metals and the best show of piety would be to relief the coffers of such burdens.

"Wait, my sir," he whispered to the executioner, just before his outstretched hand was about to reach the lever, sending all of them to an airless death. The next part of the plan is dependent upon the executioner being more corrupt than the preacher appeared to be. "Do you like being wealthy?" There was no response, but the hand did slowly retract from the lever. This was a good start. Salim looked over at the priest, who was being distracted by the man on the far right. Hearing no response from either the executioner or the preacher, he continued. "I have friends in very high places. Simply by not killing me, thus sparing you work, I will consequently owe you, and I always pay in untraceable cash. Interesting, yes?" Having said his part, Salim waited with bated breath for the executioner's response.

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As the Irishman taunted father Jacobs with his query, Aleksander noticed the thin brown man going to work on the executioner, and thought to himself "what's my angle.. where can I make my move." And what came over him next even he can't comprehend...

"Hey father!" bellowed Aleksander.

... As this turned father Jacobs head toward the unhollowed knight, Aleksander projectile vomited all over his mark despite the half dozen feet that separated them. The crowd instantly burst into laughter, jeering and pointing at the sin-riddled holy man.

[Assistant]
Father Jacobs turned to the insolent man who was begging to be taught a lesson in obeying the lord's servants. His mouth was opening to command the executioner to leave the funny-speaking pretty boy for his own personal treatment, his hand upraised to wave off the execution when-

A horrible noise. A sickening smell. Hot putrid bile mixed with putrescent contents blasting into his face, nostrils, mouth, and robes. At first, he felt extreme disgust, his own bile mounting in his throat, then he knew nothing, as he fell off the gallows platform and darkness enveloped his vision. He knew nothing beyond that.

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The executioner saw the spectacular fountain of vomit catapult the priest off of the raised stage, and then he looked furtively about. The crowd had jumped back to avoid the disgustingly sodden form of the unconscious priest. All the other guards were elsewhere, administering Vicarian justice to those who were not presumably, moments from death. Finally he made up his mind and stepped closer, pulling out his knife. He held it up in front of Salim's face.

"See this? You pay me in coin you have right now, locked up in the dungeon, for this knife." He gave Salim a look as though waiting to hear what money was being held up in the dungeon that the executioner could look forward to. At that moment however, a guard caught sight of the catastrophe at hand, and began pushing through the crowd, clubbing bystanders liberally. The executioner's eyes widened and he dropped the knife at Salim's feet, and made himself scarce.

The crowd was jumbled, and the lone guard was having trouble making headway, however it was evident to the three heroes of our narrative, and their criminal companions, that if they didn't find a way out of the noose now, their temporary stay of execution would remain just that.

Temporary.

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The knife was too far away. Bloody hell. If only the executioner had dropped it a little closer, he could use his martial expertise to toe-flick the blade up to his hands. D'ren quickly decided to leave the knife to Salim or the other guy, the name of which he'd already forgotten.

Many hits to the head will affect one's memory.

D'ren deliberately looked around, as if unfazed by the chaos. It was during chaotic circumstances that D'ren felt the most at ease. Thinking quite clearly, D'ren caught sight of a guard holding a crossbow just a few meters away. He was watching the crowd, as well as the convicts. Now, how to get him to actually shoot at them...

"Oi!" D'ren yelped at the guard. "I fucked yer daughter!"

The guard looked up in terror at the gallows. "She's 13!"

D'ren blinked, but kept up the facade of indigence. "Yeah? Well she felt 30!"

That worked. The guard took aim and jerked the trigger back, perhaps not quite taking aim, so much as firing in a blind rage. The arrow whizzed harmlessly past.

D'ren rolled his eyes as the guard knocked in another dart. "No, I'm sorry. It was another...guard's...daughter...?"

The guard calmed slightly, but not by much. It was enough, however, for him to actually take aim at D'ren. He fired. D'ren dodged. The arrow hit the shoulder of the man in the middle, who D'ren had named in his head Vomit-Man.

"Cheers mate," D'ren said as he took the arrow in his teeth, yanked it out of Vomit-Man.

The head didn't want to come out at first. He had to tug a couple of times. When he got the dart out, he saw the guard locking in another one. D'ren dropped the arrow, turned to the side, caught it, and quickly tried to cut through the rope holding his hands behind his back. He figured he'd have to duck at least another arrow.

Halfway through the binds, the guard fired (roughly) at D'ren once more. But now, he was only about eight feet away. He couldn't miss if he was blind and on fire.

[Assistant] Salim looked down at the knife at his feet. It was definitely within the reach of his feet, but he can't bend over too far without strangling himself. Perhaps if he caught the blade between his feet, he could maneuver it up to his hands. However, when he went to do so, his legs had to give out beneath him, and he began choking as the rope constricted around his throat. Salim fought to keep conscious, the knife getting closer inch by inch to his hand. Then, salvation came when his fingers brushed the hilt. He grabbed onto it like a lifeline, plopping his feet down again and sucking in the air. The sharp edge made quick work of the rope, and soon he was free of all bindings. Then, a dilemma struck him. He looked at the rows upon rows of criminals he was to be executed with, all doomed to hang as he was. Should he rescue them? Opportunity was growing thin, and he only had time for one. He chose the closest and began hacking away at the bindings, soon freeing him as well. Some points with the Vicar Gods couldn't hurt. "You are greatly indebted to me," Salim said, as he freed Aleksandr from his bonds.

[User]
thunk!

The crossbow bolt sinks into Aleksander's shoulder, then promptly gets ripped out by the scrappy hooligan.

"aaaagghhhh"
.
"Fuck the gods, that hurt"

Just then the thin brown man, Salim, cut him loose.

"You are greatly indebted to me,"
"Aye, that I am. Follow behind me, and maybe we both make it out of here."

Aleksander took off his burlap sackcloth, his makeshift cloths, exposing his muscular, if not also husky build. This action was not without purpose, for the lone guard was almost upon them, and had in his hand a mid-length blade, some sort of falchion or messer.

Aleksander charged the guard, and just as he anticipated, the guard came down with an overhand swing only to get entangled with the burlap cloth in his target's hands. Aleksander countered with a vicious headbutt, staggering the guard, Aleksander however, retained the blade.

[Assistant]
This particular guard had been having a bad day.

Julius Mannus, of the Goldenhand Order, had not intended for his day to go quite so badly. First, that morning he had received a letter informing him of his mother's passing. Second, he had stubbed his toe on his kitchen table. Third, he'd been given guard duty first thing in the morning. Fourth, he had forgotten his extra quarrel for his crossbow. So, when fifth, some fucking heathen started talking shit about his daughter, he just about lost it. He fired the quarrels on hand, one missing and the other hitting some other criminal in the shoulder. Pawing his outfit for literally anything else to shoot, he mistakenly placed his glasses in the crossbow and fired in his rage. His specs flew with surprising aerodynamics to thump squarely in the criminal's chest, shattering utterly.

The criminals had freed themselves, and so Julius took a mighty swing at the nearest one, a man a whole head taller than him. This much like the rest of Julius' day failed miserably. He somehow ended up on the ground, seeing stars with a terrible headache and no sword. That did it. Julius was done. The world had it out for him. He staggered to his feet, and began to totter home. However he slipped on a puddle of vomit and landed in the stuff, bile splashing all over his clothes and armours. He decided to just lie there, and question his life choices.

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So, you're free. Where to first? Also as a note, @Wadesauce, easy on the godmodding. Just a warning in case you don't know what that is, but just make sure you're controlling only your character and nobody else's. Thanks.

[User]
D'ren let Vomit-Man tussle with Glasses-Guy as he gazed down at the broken spectacles in his hand for a moment. If only he could get these things in a couple shades darker. Two more guards rushed up the back of the gallows, much to D'ren's totally irrational glee. He slowly removed the noose from his neck, pretending like he hadn't forgotten about it.

However, these guards knew of D'ren's exploits as a boxer. They weren't about to charge in there so he could disarm them and disembowel or decapitate them with their own broad swords. Instead, they tiptoed around a bit until the Irishman got bored of waiting, tossed the glasses at them, and then charged them, disarmed them, and disemboweled one before turning to decapitate the other.

"Yeah!" D'ren exclaimed jubilantly, swinging both broad swords over his head. "Who wants some good ol' deathsauce???"

By now, most of the area had cleared out. There were but a handful of guards, and most of them were smart enough to keep their distance, and also be prepared to scamper if D'ren got bored of waiting again.

[Assistant]
Salim ducked low as the fight between his new debtor and the guard quickly resolved itself. He gazed down at the blade in his hand. It was a paltry thing, and his lack of body mass meant that if this fellow, now armed with a far more effective weapon, were to betray him, there was little Salim could do to stop it without the backing of his contacts around the city.

"Which way?" he asked, looking back at the crowd. It would be too easy to duck into the unorganized horde and become instantly anonymous. He turned, and found another alternative. The storm drains that can be accessed by night workers could provide an easy escape, and Salim knew the paths well enough to escape the inquisition. He left it up to his debtor to choose the path.


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance
Kim has long, straight black hair, which she usually keeps tied back in braids or a ponytail. Her russet eyes are usually hidden behind glasses, which she switches out often because she frequently breaks them. At 5'3", she's shorter than average; she also weighs more than average, although most of her 130lbs is muscle, not fat. Kim is unattractive and she knows it - she's built like a gruff dwarf rather than a willowy elf, and she has thick eyebrows, freckles, and thin lips, none of which contribute to her attractiveness. However, she's long since come to terms with his less-than-average looks, and she doesn't let them bother her.

Personality
Kim is blunt, cold, and stubborn, but not a bad person at heart. She enjoys freedom and self-sufficiency, and has a fiercely independent streak. Although she can work in a group if she must, she hates being forced to rely on others. She readily cooperates with reasonable authority figures, but she won't blindly follow orders, and she doesn't hesitate to break rules if she has what she sees as a good reason. Kim doesn't hesitate to say what she's thinking even if may offend listeners, and her utter lack of tact has earned her the ire of peers and professors alike. Nonetheless, she is able to befriend people who can appreciate, or at least tolerate, her frank nature, and know to give her the space that she needs. She doesn't make friends easily, but she is extremely loyal to the ones she does have. Kim always looks out for herself and the people she cares about first - they're what she values most. At times, Kim can be rather cynical and pessimistic, but she won't give up even if she doesn't expect a good outcome. She's also quite hardworking and efficient, putting effort into everything she does.

History
Kim grew up as an only child in an upper-middle class family. Her father was a successful businessman and her mother was a dissatisfied housewife. When she was younger, she frequently rebelled against her well-intentioned but overbearing mother; in recent years, she's calmed down and matured enough to understand her mother's point of view, and their relationship has improved immensely as a result. Her father is disappointed that his daughter doesn't have more ambition, but he tries to hide his disappointment, and Kim pretends not to notice.

In her childhood, she'd dreamed of becoming an Olympic gymnast, and she almost made it to the junior national team. However, as time went on, it became obvious that she was good, but not quite good enough. No matter how much she practiced, she just didn't have the natural talent of the other girls on her team, and she eventually quit. Her parents were disappointed in her performance, and she retained feelings of inadequacy for many years. Eventually, she forced herself to move on and not let those feelings weigh her down. Later, she took up parkour and freerunning as hobbies that she could apply her gymnastics background to, and she enjoys doing them on a casual basis with friends.

After she failed to achieve her dreams, Kim became more cynical and less ambitious than she had been before. She entered college planning to major in accounting in preparation for a future career as a self-employed accountant. Although she isn't passionate about them, Kim is fairly good at logical subjects like math and science, so accounting seemed like a reasonable career choice. Kim gave up on achieving excellence or success and told herself to be content with a stable income and the opportunity to pursue her hobbies in her spare time. She enjoys crafts and DIY projects because she likes to repair and create things for herself, and she does parkour and freerunning on her college campus.

Specializations

High (30): Agility
Kim may not have been able to make it to the Olympics, but she was still very good at gymnastics. Her continued practice of parkour and freerunning have further improved her physical fitness and given her new skills in this regard. For example, Kim is capable of maintaining her balance while running on a roof's edge, climbing walls, and doing backflips.

Medium (25): Determination
She's very stubborn and determined. No setback can keep her down for long - she'll keep trying if there's even the slightest chance of victory. Once she's chosen a goal, Kim focuses on it like a laser and puts forth all her effort.

Low (22): Intelligence
Kim has a good head for numbers, and does fairly well in school, earning A's and B's. She's not passionate about academics, but she recognizes that they're important, so she works hard in her classes.

Imperfections

High (10): Appearance
Her eyebrows are too thick, her lips are too thin, her height is too short, and her weight is too heavy. This bothered her a great deal in her preteen years, but she's stopped caring a long time ago.

Medium (15): Charisma
Kim isn't unsociable, but she does lack tact. She rarely stops to consider the effect her words will have before she says them, which results in offenses and upsets. She's also a bit too independent and stubborn for her own good. Nonetheless, she is capable of forming lasting friendships.

Low (18): Happiness
She's cynical and pessimistic. Although she isn't always unhappy, Kim does tend to have a negative outlook, which drives other people away and reduces her own emotional wellness.

Other
Because Kim likes to feel self-sufficient, she's learned to do things like troubleshoot computer problems and mend broken appliances for herself. She also took up carpentry during high school, and built herself a table that's only slightly wobbly.

[User]
"Take this and roll it."

The man just walked off, looking at no one, almost as if nothing even happened. James stood there with the dice in his hand, dumbfounded as he stared off in the directions of the man, contemplating chasing him. He thumbed the dice through his fingers, before pocketing it without another thought. Then he approached the cashier, paid for the drink he was holding, and left.

What the hell was that about...

He kept walked, following his exact route home as he did every day, passing the same houses, same structures, same everything. It got boring sometimes, yes, but it was more or less just a distraction to keep his mind off the walk. He pulled out his phone and plugged his earbuds in, setting the music on shuffle and listening to whatever came on. Just some nondescript EDM, like always, but it was another welcome distraction for the walk ahead. People walked about on ten street as they usually did, and cars drove about heading to different destinations. Upon distant inspection, everything seemed so simple, easy to understand. That is until you looked closer, and saw everything for what it truly is. Why did James always think about things like that in times of boredom or menial tasks? He never put that much thought into other things, so why now.

What the hell is so special with the dice then, anyway...

That was right, the dice. He may have had a pretty shoddy memory for someone as average as he, but how could he forget about the creepy guy giving him a die. It wasn't as if it was anything special, just a blue translucent d6. Nothing odd, nothing peculiar. James unlocked the door to his house and stepped in, one of the cats running to him with a toy mice securely in its mouth. Dropping his bag on a nearby chair, he cracked the can from his pocket and took a swig from it, the beverage instantly refreshing him. Endurance wasn't exactly his strong suit, so he got pretty tired kinda easily.

Pulling out his earphones and dropping his phone onto the desk in the corner, he pulled the dice from his pocket. More of the same nondescript EDM was playing, and it was actually starting to get on his nerves. It didn't normally, and he even considered going over to switch it off. But, as he walked to it a stretched out his hand to turn it off, the dice rolled out of his fist and onto the table, bouncing a couple of times before rolling some more and coming to a stop. It wasn't normal though, because for some reason he became fixated on the number the dice landed on, as well as the sudden change it had had from blue to red...

[Assistant]
Niel rolled the die through his fingers admiring the colors, what a pretty toy. He'd gotten many things in his hat and forgotten even more, but he was confident he had never gotten something quite like this. He wondered who had given it to him, maybe a business man, or an owner of a pawn shop, even a teacher. Perhaps another person like him? Nah, probably some person with a trinket they figured they didn't need. It wouldn't have surprised if it wasn't so nice. Niel had just arrived in town and had finished his first performance, it'd gone reasonably well.

Niel now had enough money to go on for a few weeks if he did nothing from his last few acts, he hadn't pocketed anything yet, he usually waited at least a day, sometimes more depending on how long he planned on staying. Sometimes it amazed him how charitable people were. Then there were the times he was running on less than a meal a day, but now he could easily afford that. Life was fickle like that. Perhaps whoever had given this to him wanted Niel to test his luck. Grinning broadly as he sat in the shade of an alleyway Niel flicked the die into the air and watched it come tumbling, tumbling down. 6's were good right? Or maybe it was 1's. Guess it all depended on the game you were playing.


[System]
Age: 21

Gender: Male

Personality: Cold, brisk, and sharp are the three words that describes him. He's generally abrupt to most strangers, and even colder to those he dislikes. It will take a while for you to warm up to him, and vice versa. Generally keeps an aloof behavior, and never allows emotion to cloud his eyes. Can be rather teasing, however, when it suits him, and rather lazy as well. Incredibly intelligent, and skilled when he feels that it requires it. When interacting with those younger than him; children, basically, Orion will usually be kind and older-brotherly, treating them with kindness that belies his usually personality of distance and apathy. However, despite all of this, he has a relatively warm heart with friends, and when among those he likes, he cracks the occasional joke, and can even give helpful, wise advice.

Background: Orion went to college to major in Visual and Performance Arts. He possesses a lean, muscular figure, and he's rather good at a variety of dancing and acrobatics - despite his usual appearance of coats and hoodies. He is a quickly advancing young man in the art of capoeira; mostly because of his flexibility and the way swaying and flipping/break-dancing comes easy to him. In general, he had a nice life ahead of him...if only he didn't hit that bottom. Loan sharks, basically. Damn mom apparently sent them his way, since he didn't be a lawyer like she wanted. Whatever. He ended up broke, and this...this would help, the man said. So...why not? He should have been more vigilant.

Chosen Pill Color: Black.

Other: My pool of powers are 'Telekinesis', 'Shadow Manipulation', and 'Air Manipulation'.

[User]
With quite a bit to take in all at once, Penelope sort of glanced about the room, trying take it all in at once. Ferg's reply, Emily's entrance and remark, Felyse's more interesting entrance, Nick's sleezebag side showing, Ferg's question about Rohrbach, Vee's coffee and pie, Dominic's entrance, and Heather's rather surprisingly nice greeting.

"I'm not sure where the professor is, Ferg, or what sort of plot he's scheming now." She replied, sipping the coffee placed before her between breaths. "Oh, and hey everyone. Heather, you're looking much better today. Now that you're inside, wanna show us those pretty eyes and take off your sunglasses? It's kinda rude, yanno." She spoke, turning to face the blonde. She, despite her tone, had a slight smile on her face.

Chuckling to herself, she sat back and picked up her fork, digging into the pie. She pulled the delicious hunk of sugar to her mouth and chomped down, savoring the sweet taste. As always, Vee was going to make her fat.

"Vee, you're ganna ma'e me fath." Penelope told her friend, though she'd never admit it, with a mouth full of food. That was why she couldn't stay around Vee too long, she'd gain ten pounds within the first week of living with someone like her. She preferred living at the lab with the others, keeping her stomach full with ramen and other typical college type foods.

"Stho..." Penelope began, swallowing the food in her mouth. "When exactly is the professor suppose to get here? Does anyone know?"

[Assistant]
Orion had been completely silent the entire time, content to just listen and nurse his own cup of tea. The warmth from the mug almost brought a smile out of the college student, but with surprisingly a large amount of self-control, he barely managed to not smile for 'no reason', opting instead to bring his cup up and take a nice, long, and quiet sip of the hot, amber liquid. As the conversation began to be sent into the direction of the missing professor, Orion finally glanced up, his sapphire blue eyes rather lazy and half-lidded.

"No idea. I wasn't at the lab last night, so...maybe he got a date?" It was a random guess, but the professor was a lonely little man, so who knew? Maybe he did get a date, and had spent the night at his date's house. It wouldn't surprise him, honestly. Some girls liked the nervous, old, and geeky type. Or not... "Maybe not. Anyone have his phone-number?" Orion finally flicked a wrist, and all of the marbles formed a sort of marching line, falling into his left hand, where he quickly pocketed the objects.

[User]
"You better get used to it with my portals going all willy-nilly. Aren't you going to be a hero? How could you be so shaken by little ol' me?" Felyse lightly teased, raising an eyebrow in smug mischief as Ferghus grabbed him by the arm. In return, the young man latched onto the Irish man's upper arm and began to pull. One, two, and three – Voila! A soft, almost cartoonish, pop could be heard as Felyse was hauled right outta there. Once the messily tied laces of his boots were released from imprisonment, the portal quickly melted away only to be replaced by the wooden flooring that had been there originally. No scars, no scratches - it was almost like a man-sized hole had never been there in the first place.

"Thanks, bud. If candy is a no-go, then I guess I owe you something else," Felyse threw his arms up into the air and stretched, his fists clenched. He took the red-head man's last statement as a challenge. Chuckling under his breath, he gave the older man a friendly slap on the back, hopping away. "But, I can't give up on converting you to the dandy land of candy just yet~." He softly sang under his breath.

Upon looking at the occupants of the room as well as the newly arrived, he flashed them a warm smile and a wave as gestures of acknowledgement. He hopped right over the table where Heather, Emily, Orion, and Penelope was at, and took a seat right next to Heather. It wouldn't do to sit on the couches since Nick made a point of making it his own territory with his gastrointestinal tract. Besides, slices of black and blueberry pie were already situated quite nicely on the table by the courtesy of Vee. It was calling his name.

Sitting back against the chair, the young man tilted his head toward Penelope, a silver spoon dangling from his mouth. "Nope. Didn't see him at all, neither hair nor nail. He didn't became an old man hermit in that lab again, did he?" Felyse asked nonchalantly, scooping up a large piece of his berry desert with his spoon. He shoved the whole thing into his mouth and chewed in contemplation… only to start piling in more of the sugary substances by the spoonful. Juicy sweetness flowed through his veins. He quickly shook his head at Orion's question. Usually it was the good professor who does the contacting, not the other way around. Besides, the scientist was only a few meters away if they ever needed something, often found holed up in his laboratory of doom.

[Assistant]
Rather unfortunately for Emily, it seemed painfully obvious since their first meeting that someone was already trying to make moves on her. And also rather unfortunately for Emily, that someone was not someone she had the slightest interest in even getting too close to - a fact made poignant by his contributions from both sides of his body. Fortunately, they came from his perch on the couch and not right next to her. Still, she wasn't the type to be rude.

"It took me 4 minutes and 52 seconds to walk here," she replied, having listened to "Children of the Moon" so many times that she knew its exact length. "I think I'm ok," she finished, giving him a small polite smile.

Turning to listen to the conversation about the professor's whereabouts, she replied to Orion's question about his phone number.

"I could find it," she offered. She was used to the intelligence thing but not quite used to the technology manipulation thing yet, but she still knew that it wouldn't be very hard to track down the professor's number in a matter of seconds via her phone.

[User]
"I'm telling yeh, I searched the place top from bottom and the ol' scatterbrain wasn't to be seen." Taking a moment to lightly tap the spot where the whimsical candy lover had just popped out from. And with a smirk directed toward Felyse he spoke,

"Yeah, well maybe yeh should try and improve yer aim a bit? No harm done though, I guess we're all learning still." Glancing around at all the new arrivals made the Irishman feel more at ease. Rohrbach wouldn't keep them all waiting in the cafe all night, would he? Maybe it was a social experiment, to see how we would all get along? Or maybe Ferghus was just over looking it.

The somewhat distracted man shot a quick smile toward Emily"It would be worth a shot, yeah bird?" He responded quick to the idea that she could locate the number, or at the very least attempt to. Ferghus mind filled with memories of attempted phone calls to the professor before, not a single one found their way to his ears.

Adjusting his green jacket and loose-fitting black tie, it was a style he loved, he head toward the pot to pour himself a nice steaming cup of black. Ferghus felt rather ashamed that he hadn't known so much about most of the other participants that hadn't decided to stay in the labs. So he made an effort to walk around chatting about menial things, gauging their personalities.

The Irishman finally moseyed on back to the couch that he had earlier planted himself within and sat next to the rather snide looking Nick. Glancing around the cafe and its bustle Ferghus fixed his attention on the marching orbs that Orion was controlling before placing them back within a pocket. He had an idea for a little game to pass the time. In an obviously joking manner Ferghus spoke intended at Orion,

"Hey porcupine head! Lets see if you can blast those marbles quicker than I can catch 'em. Oh and try and aim for the couch, don't wanna break nothing ya know?" Sure he was playing around, but deep down Ferghus wanted to test his ability, besides he and Orion had been going at it ever since they had first awakened their powers.

[Assistant]
"If you boys are going to play with dangerous things, do it outside." Vee admonished, coming back into the room with more pie and coffee for the late arrivals. Sighing, she pulled the apron from around her neck and tossed it lazily back onto the counter, collapsing onto on of the free couches. She had forgotten to pour herself a cup of coffee, and she didn't feel like getting back up for one, so she settled for complaining.

"I'm tired. I'm sure the professor will be here though, guys, we just have to be patient." She rolled to the side and just before she was laying completely down she shifted to her favorite form: a sleek black jaguar. A deep purr rumbled from her throat as she laid across the couch, her head resting on the arm. She continued purring until her far more sensitive animal nose picked up what her human nose had missed under the smells of coffee and sweets, and her purr turned into a a growl as she buried her nose in the cushion.

[User]
"Him? A date?" Penelope asked Orion, letting out an short chuckled. "That would be the day." She continued, shaking her head. "But seriously, I feel like I barely know the dude. I wish he'd talk to us a bit more..." She added.

Penelope turned to look at Emily, hearing her offer. Shaking her head, she replied, "Nah, I think he'd just be annoyed by it. Better just to wait. I was just curious."

She chuckled as she heard Ferghus call out to Orion and then Vee's addition. She lifted her arm, letting her hand snake through the obstacles between her and Vee and gave the black cat a few light pats. "Good kitty." She teased, laughing.

"Anyone taking Richer this semester?" Penelope asked absentmindedly while petting Vee. "He was being super annoying in class today. Kept yelling about random stuff, as if we weren't listening. I mean, the dude's a lunatic." She complained, pulling her hand back.

[Assistant]
Orion rather liked the thought of the mini-game, but he didn't let the orange-haired Irishman know that. Sitting back in his chair and mentally going over the things that have been said; mostly about the professor, the black-haired young man nodded and shrugged, all at the same time. Because he could do that. "I have a bunch of no-name teachers. It should be smooth sailing from here." His voice was as calm as ever, even as he ignored Vee's warnings and took out around twenty marbles. Rolling them onto the table, Orion tilted his head slightly, narrowing his crystal blue eyes. His voice was rather distracted as he talked. "Just slap him with an elongated boob. That'll show him." He flicked his finger, and smirked as five of the marbles suddenly blasted towards Felyse, only a little slower than a bullet. Orion leaned back and rose one finger, and five more marbles circulated the digit. With only a push of the mind, one more blasted forward, a bit faster than the other five. He trusted the other man's agility and reflexes, however. If he got hit? Well...that was on him.

It's what he would've deserved for interrupting Orion's sleeping time...every....fucking...night at the lab.

Orion's face broke out into a rather large, evil grin that only happened when he was thinking evil thoughts.


[System]
Titles: The Beautiful Undying Raven

Affiliation: The Berserker Warbands, serving under the Chieftain as a soldier.

Gender: Male

Age: 31

Birthplace: Unknown, born to a mother who abandoned him to the cold. Found and raised by the women of the Berserker Warband.

Race: Berserker

Appearance: Eyes sparkling like the crystal waters of a glacial lake, shimmering so brightly blue that some would even say they glowed like the morning sun. Hair flowing beyond his shoulders, so perfect in texture and shine. Perfect golden locks blow in the wind behind him. A body like a greek god, perfectly chisseled without any visible fat on his body. From his neck down he is coated in grizzly scars from countless battles, some scars are from wounds that would have felled greater men. His face is twisted and short, his nose too wide and brow set low. His mouth is adorned with lines of fury at all times. His teeth are filed to points, his gums are fragile and bleed frequently. Feidlimid has the strangest face that some have ever seen.

In the frozen north one must protect oneself from the winds, so he wears the pelts of five beasts. A bear, a boar, a wolf, a deer, and a mountain lion. With the beasts heads intact, the pelts hang off of his body, obscuring his visage from those who face him. He looks like a five headed beast on the battlefield, a morbid chimera in human form. Wielding an axe so large it could cleave any number of great beasts in half with but one swing. Beneath his pelts is a suit of hefty armor with even more fur beneath.

When he ingests the Berserker Drug his heart rate skyrockets, his blood boils and the air around him begins to steam. Clouds of mist exude from the furs on his body, making his appearance even more inhuman. Like a spirit of death he storms across the battlefield, washing away all who stand in his way. Wordlessly and violently, Feidlimid is truly a sight to behold.

Occupation: Soldier

Resources:
Fur and Iron armor: The skin of bears, boars, mountain lions, deer, and wolves. Strapped over a partial suit of chain and plate. It protects him from cold winds and sharp swords alike. Just as strong as any suit of iron armor.

Two Sheep Bladders full of the Berserker Drug: Approximately two gallons worth of the drug that allows him to go into the Berserker State.

The Ravenous Bloodthief: A greataxe of epic proportions, crafted from tooth and bone and iron. A great beast of the sea plagued the Berserkers, killing all who dared sail its sea. A great warrior stepped up and slay the beast with a single swipe from a sword twice as long as himself. Then he left wordlessly, leaving the corpse of the monster on the shore. The Warband took its body and forged numerous weapons from its bones and teeth, but none were greater than the Ravenous Bloodthief. Created to be as long and great as the sword of the mysterious warrior, its weight was so great that even the strongest of warriors couldn't use it properly.

When Feidlimid took the weapon up as a boy it was a worthless weight upon his shoulders, but as the years passed it became evident that ONLY Feidlimid could use it. He took it as his own and weilds it with pride. Strangely enough, when he's on the field of battle. Remarks pass from mouth to ear of how he looks very much like the nameless warrior who slayed the sea beast.

Skills:
Proficiency with Large Weapons: When Feidlimid chose his weapon he chose the largest axe he could find, the older warriors laughed at him when the weapon he chose towered over him. They laughed even harder when he could barely stand while holding it. Years later, after countless days and nights of persistent training, Feidlimid now weilds the greatest of axes with ease. His own axe, crafted from bone and iron weighs well over 200 lbs.

Hunting: Though unconventional, Feidlimid hunts with his bare hands. Tackling his prey and breaking their necks, he'd prefer this to hunt with his axe. But a swing of his axe tends to shred the flesh and make a grizzly unusable mess. He hunts with no armor and no weapons.

Tracking: A necessity in the northern lands, to find food in such a barren landscape one must know where it hides.

Incredible Strength and Stamina: Even without his berserker rage he is strong enough to heft his greataxe around in combat, and utilize it without much risk to himself. He's strong enough to break bones with his bare hands and shatter wooden shields with a kick. Though this strength is not superhuman, in reality he can barely lift his axe on his own. When he swings it, they are low sweeping swings towards the legs and maybe the torso. It is only when he takes the berserker drug that he can properly use his weapon. There are no vertical swings of his axe unless he is in the blood rage.

Berserker Blood Rage: When a man of the Berserker tribe ingests the Berserker drug, he falls into a trance like state. Their eyes narrow to the width of a pinhead and they get tunnel vision. They lose themselves to the blood rage and their strength almost triples, they become unstoppable juggernauts on the field of battle. Deadly wounds don't even slow them down, an arrow to the chest will stay in his chest until his body collapses from exhaustion. They clench their teeth so hard that their gums bleed, their internal temperature rises, their heart pumps dangerously fast. They are hot to the touch, steaming in the wintery winds of the north. The blood rage lasts a few hours and leaves all who take it unable to move for hours afterwards. Only the strongest actually survive the ordeal, leaving nothing but strong warriors in the Berserker Warband.

Personality:
The effects of the Berserker's Drug are degenerative and horrifying. The changes to a user's psyche can be so drastic that they can never be corrected. Feidlimid is one of the unfortunate souls who can never return to a normal life. The drug has stained his brain, his mind is tainted with the spillage of blood. Faces and names are lost to him forever, a life that he once knew is now a photograph soaked in blood. Unrecognizable and painful to think about. There is a woman who said she was once his wife, but her face and voice didn't stick with him for long. All that is left of Feidlimid is a husk, a hollow. A violent being with no purpose in life, beyond the slaughter and gore of the battlefield. In the rare moments where he is off the field of bloodshed he is reserved and silent, trying actively to keep his temper in check. He's prone to uncontrollable fits of violent rage,making him a detriment to those who would trust him.

Behind the monster lies the faintest echoes of a once great man, and sometimes he will make slight but noticeable actions that mirror that once great man.

He once, before the drug, held the gods in high regard. Worship daily, following their ideals to the letter. But now, he can't even remember what a god is. The halls of Valhalla once called to him, but now an echo of Hel rings his name.

Biography: Born to a mother who cheated on her husband with a traveler, he was left in the wild to die. As the cold began to clutch at his heart, a brawny soldier found the infant who had just let out his final helpless wail. Feidlimid was nursed back to health and raised into a great warrior. Even before he was introduced to the Berserker Drug he was a fierce warrior, at the age of 16 he was able to keep stride with the blood rage warriors. On the field of battle at the age of 20, after seven campaigns, he was offered the Berserker Drug. Four days later, he awoke in the enemy encampment. Not a soul was alive, and he was naked and blood soaked. As time wore on he began to take it compulsively, until the rage didn't even cause him to black out. He watched every second pass by in the blood rage, and still does to this day. Feidlimid slowly lost himself, everything that he had built up in his youth tore down as he waged war after war. Now, in his silver years he still battles like a youth, but his heart is deeply pained by what he has become.

[User]
It was like a strange and violent work of art how quickly the barbarian reacted to the demon's movement. Not even knowing what gunpowder is, let alone a gun, the Raven's reaction to his movement was as fluid as a man who had fought against a gunman time and time again. Immediately as Cho drew back to withdraw his weapon, in that slight pause that was an opening he leapt on even the slightest sliver of weakness or exposure. That red tunnel vision locked tightly on Cho's chest as his weapons materialized. Disarmed is exposed, no matter how short your window is if you're not swinging your weapon.

Feidlimid lunged harshly to the left and his weapon cut a clean swathe through the dirt, tundra grasses were peeled form the earth's surface and flung into the air as he began a second, much fiercer swing. Mid leap, he twisted himself and planted his left foot harshly to the ground and pulled with hsi tremendous might. It slingshot from the near-static position it had started in straight towards the easterner's chest. Just before he could belch fire and slime from his guns, Feidlimid was already leaping straight into real action.

That's what he needed. Quick movements draw his eyes, they're like flames that flicker just in the center of his vision. When everything blurs together you need to learn how to analyze what you can see, even if you're not a terribly analytic mind.

Now the swing itself wasn't a killing blow, as he had just swung his weapon and the blunt of his axe was facing towards the exposed Cho, but whether or not it connected or if Feidlimid was to be shot shortly after moving was up to the reactions of the eastern warrior in response to the sudden and unexpected movement.

[Assistant]
"Oh for cryin' out loud! I was just looking for directions! Kol you owe me a drink after this!"

Cho backpedaled some more, opening up the distance between himself and the errant Viking as his swing went wide. Grass and clods of dirt shot into the air and pelted his face and chest as he sidestepped and ran outward into the field, creating a huge open gap between his opponents.

As he ran, he twisted his body and fired at the Viking, squeezing full bore on the trigger as he coated the floor and walls of the ruined castle with shadows. Whether or not any shadow bolts actually hit his first opponent, the chances were highly unlikely since he wasn't even aiming properly, but that was his intention. Still, he needed to open up some space in between the raging Viking and his friend Kol, who had just summoned the ice spell that he'd encountered once before.

After running a few feet away he stopped, his SMG now down on his chest as he drew his sniper rifle. Without caring to aim, he pointed its barrel in Feid's general direction and pulled the trigger. A Shredder round screamed straight for the Viking's right side, though it was fairly easy to dodge.

[User]
Each stride took Kolskegg closer to the Berserker and Cho. Each stride caused the swirling snow and dropping temperatures to surge forward towards them. The sword, drawn and ready, the shield set as Kolskegg roared with a lusty howl and defiant cry to Odin.

"All-Father prepare your great hall for the valiant are coming!"

Finding a set of broken stones, once the foundation for another castle, the burly Viking laid foot upon the top and hurled himself towards the two combatants. Swirling snow blasted forward in a cone that rapidly covered the ground in several inches of snow. The fury of Ymir was falling now, as the chill cascaded over the ground, the stone Kolskegg stood upon and all it could reach. Cover them in an icy frost that would cause frostbite and hypothermia in a short time as the gale winds carried with the snow.

Landing several dozen feet from the Berserker, dropping to one knee, and quite a distance from Cho, Kolskegg rose up slowly, "My friend, another fight then, between warriors true!"

[Assistant]
Again the sorcerous demon spat its evil spells towards the warrior, a few of its bullets raked across his left arm. Puncturing his bicep before passing through him, its speed barely halted by his mortal flesh. Pain would normally have seared across him, but the strange numbness and burning of the berserker rage was drowning out whatever pain the demon could provide. The chase was on, and the air had somehow grown more frigid.

A problem for the weak.

His body had begun to steam in the cold of the air, through the nostrils and eyeholes of his pelted beasts. His own eyes bloodshot, visible through the eyeholes of a bear, glared down at Cho. Movement, retreat, chase and kill. Though he didn't seem aware of it, Feidlimid was hot on the sorcerer's tail. Dragging behind him, his weapon tore the earth apart more and more as he ran. The noise was tremendous, though not enough to drown out the speach of Kolskegg. A wizard, magic user ilk. Barely noticeable as the Raven chased his prey, though possibly the source of the cold.

With his blade in his left arm, and blood oozing down his sleeve, Feidlimid chose upon an easier method of attack as Cho turned around. Whipping his weapon and firing off another shot, directly into his right kidney and out the back of his torso. Blood stained the ground behind him and the newly fallen sleet from Kol's frost magics.

As Cho spun around to unleash his own attack, Feidlimid had raised his right arm upwards and threw a harsh punch towards the throat of the demon. Even before his opponent had turned to face him, he knew that he was about to turn. A marksman always turns while retreating, an attempt to catch their enemy off guard as they flee. It doesn't work on Berserkers, they're too fast, even in their heavier armor.

A normal human couldn't reply to an attack like this, but the Raven wasn't normal.

He was a beast given the body of a man.


[System]
{{My timezone is UTC+0900, but I don't exactly have regular waking/sleep hours.}}
Appearance:

^when someone suggests a boat.

The first things people notice about Giovanni, are his pointed ears, sickly pale skin and abject hairiness in the colour of semi-burnt wood, all in a sturdy looking, slightly tall upright frame. His tattered clothing make him look even shadier. And while his almost constant scowl of furry brows and orange eyes, generally everything, suggest that he is of the rowdy kind, other details seem to contradict the idea.

His voice remains clear and his speech, articulate, despite an actively suppressed growl. While his facial expressions still convey his intentions like any civillized being. This notion of civility being supported more by his insistence of wearing proper belted trousers, shoes, a single palladium ring and carrying on his belt that little red velvet book of his wherever he goes.

But most of all, he looks like a contradiction. Like someone who doesn't quite belong in his own skin. Like someone who is constantly disturbed by more instinctual impulses yet holds himself back, so the only sign of them are the occasional fidget and glance. Hiding them behind a mask of pretence and educated responses like any sane person would.

...Perhaps he is also unaware that this isn't normal.

Personality:
- Misanthrope - Resourceful - Altruisic - Conflicted -
Age:
-Not very sure, thinks it's twenty to thirty years? Really, preferably, twenty. ... Must be twenty. No, nineteen! ...yeah. *starts wondering if anyone would believe seventeen*

Origin:
Flashes of a tattered homestead, roiling smoke and the churn of grinding metal. Giovanni cusps his forehead with one hand and irritatedly scratches his oddly furry neck with the other. Ever since he was "woken up", some of his memories became like ghosts in the mists - incomprehensive and fleeting, but always teasingly just out of reach. He vaguely remembers that life was not very fulfiling, that the world seemed a sickening place, that he wanted it all to end. But why?

Rolling over his aching body, he pushed himself up with one arm and felt a sticky red dust smear his fingers. Blood!? He traced it to his own clothing, his shirt ripped by a set of gashing holes that ran across his chest. Alarmed, he quickly touched the wound, only to find a thick scar had long closed over it. ...How?

Many questions roamed his mind now, while he himself roamed towards the seats as the jittery buzz of adrenaline fades slowly into a pleasurable hum .......

Life:
...soon he found himself looking at his upturned, calloused hands, starting to imagine the work he did. Or what words came when he conceptualized the word "work". The clammy texture of rubber, cold metal wires, and the buzzing sting of electricity. Yes, these phantom sensations felt farmiliar, almost ...real. He felt a brief smidgeon of relief. Musing on them even further- blueprints and various protocols came to mind, from the simple ballista to the towering mage spires that dot the capital of an unknown land. Perhaps he had a stint as a mechanic of sorts ...

Gio, for short, then spends the rest of the evening staring at empty space, taking in the many scents of the night, all in quiet contemplation of what might well be his past.

Well, at least he remembers his name.

Talents:

- Engineering -Gio possesses a mechanically inclined mindset, making it easy for him to build, modify and repair devices. While hardly a genius by any standard, his wide breath of techniques from boundless inquisitiveness lends him a bit of an edge when it comes to engineering.
- Abjuration -Some are born talented, others have studied years for their first time. Gio is somewhere in between when it comes to magical sciences. Neither savant or incapable. His altrusic nature has gravitated him towards understanding the mysteries of barriers, wards and other protective arts. Though retaining only a modicum of what he used to know, it seems he requires more study to regain any measure of fluency.
- Sharp Senses -Ever since waking up, Gio has experienced an unnaturally acute sense of smell and hearing. But sees things in a slightly monochrome hue. Could it be a side effect of the stasis they were in?
- Manual Strength and Dexterity -He is quick and nimble with his hands as required by his supposed profession, and years of lugging around heavy things have led him to overcome a good measure of physical fraility. So he thinks.

Flaws:
- Severe Thalassophobia -"No. No no. Nononononono. NO! I said NO, stop pushing me onto the bloody raft! *roar*"
- Morbid - He has a pessimistic, dark sense of humor and view of life. He believes most people are scum and he can be especially cruel to those he deems his enemies,
 much to the chargrin of even those he actually care about. His jokes may also be unfunny to most, as a side effect.
- Being Human (more or less) -Handle with care. Do not place near or towards sharp objects. Regulate temperature regularly. Requires clean water and food. Never store in air tight container.

Combat:
...Wait, what?

[User]
Not the Best Impression

 The situation was tense as everyone awaited an answer but none ever came. However, the tension seemed to die down as Eli spoke on behalf of his rash behaviour. Maybe it was the way he talked or the sound of his voice, but Eli had a bit of a calming effect on those around him. Ironically.

 When Kiana left the room, only did Gio let out a heavy sigh. He rolled his palm against the base of his neck, closing his eyes in relief as Natazume began to share her deeper thoughts on the matter...

 "But won't that also mean that Aquis let the rest of the world be destroyed?" He asked absent-mindedly to one of her points, eyes still closed. Only to realize moments later that he might have said something out of place. He snapped to attention, waving his hands hastily in front of him. "I-I mean no offense!" It was hard keeping his thoughts in check with all that's going on, much less his mouth.

 Resignedly he leaned back on a side of the unopened pod as Natazume's suggested, after grabbing a random wristband from under the screen, Roles ...what's the point? What do they want from us?  He stared at the device, arms crossed, twiddling it with one hand as he prodded and poked it with utmost care. Then he glanced at Eli's hands, Natazume's hands, and finally his own. Now's not the time to think about that either...

 It was a while that they waited and honestly the egglike shape only served to remind him of the growing ache in his stomach, he was getting hungry and they would have gone with the others too - had the pod not started beeping out of the blue. Gio backed away from the object, startled, and managed to leap a suprising distance when doing so. Gladly forsaking the comforting warmth that ran along it's metal shell. The beep was soft, almost inaudible, but Gio heard it loud and clear as it came from inside the thing.

 "Something's moving in there." He grumbled quietly, arms protectively stretched in front of the younger members of their crew. In retrospect, it was probably unneccessary - but one couldn't be too sure. After a few moments, suddenly, the hatch opened, releasing a human male that plopped to the floor with it's hands in a semi-kneeling position.

Why would I ...?

 Gio looked at the male up and down, eyebrows raised higher with each question flung at them. What caught his attention was the apron he was wearing and the glint of something else metal back in the pod.

 ".......S-sssure."

 He replied after Eli had a try at talking the new arrival down, maybe watching his reaction could shed some light on why this person would pressume such a thing. Was he a crimminal on the run? An outlaw? Someone that was a danger to everyone? It was better to know now than find out later. But then it dawned on him, the growing panic that had long been in the male's eyes, Gio only saw it now. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...

 "Your guess is as good as ours." He paused, thinking of a way to make sense of things that even he was not sure of, into words for this fellow. "The genius loci of this place calls where we arrre, the Flock. -It- claims to have saved us before our world was destroyed 15 years ago? So here you are ...saved." Then he raised one hand and pointed to the pod behind him.

 "By that thing."

 "There are OTHERS exploring the ship as we speak." Gio's tone took a sterner, deeper turn, letting him know that it was not just the three of them if he tried anything funny.

 "Now, who are you and where do you come from?" He wanted honest answers, not particularly fond of people who raise their fists at young teenagers or himself. Especially since all three of them were unarmed, save for Natazume's magic, and this fellow had something hidden back there...

[Assistant]
Without warning, the final egg seemed to hatch, spawning a large brute man who was clearly panicked. Understandably so but Natazume wanted to avoid violence or any acts of aggression if possible. They couldn't be a threat to one another, even under such stress. "N-no one here is going to kill you." She tried to assure the man. Thankfully Eli stepped in to try and give some reassurance to the very confused man. Natazume watched him closely, 'He would do well as a Captain or first officer.' She considered, for now keeping her thoughts to herself as the four of them tried to sort everything out as best they could.

Next Gio tried to get some answers and Natazume made a note that he too, would fall into either Captain or first officer quite nicely. But for now, it was best to save those choices for later. Gio wanted answers and she agreed, the other four and herself had been able to acclimate together and give a quick summary of where they were from. While Natazume did not hold any suspicions of the last individual to come out of his slumber, she wanted to ensure everyone was safe and on the same page.

"My name is Natazume, that's Gio and that's Eli." She started to tell the other man. Eli did a good job at filling him in about what had happened though in all honesty, it was still a big mystery to everyone else involved as well. "We were picking roles we would like to try and take while on this...ship." It was difficult for her to equate this place with the kinds of ships she knew back home, the ones crafted with love and honesty.

The woman glanced down to where the other two had wandered off toward.

'I wonder what they're up to.' She mused. As...interesting as there current venue was, Natazume was itching to see another part of their new home. She wanted to see if there was anything, anything at all that brought her closer to home. Perhaps some kind of body of water where she could find some moment's peace. She took a step back and looked to the bracelets that were left. They needed to pick something so they could all move on and explore with the others. "Those will give us access to the others areas. I guess we'll find places to sleep and eat."

Of course until she found these so called places, she wouldn't believe anything. The technology that surrounded them was unreal and yet they were awake, very much awake. She had confidence in those around her but they still needed to sit down and gather their wits and try to find out more about one another. If they were to find answers, they had to trust one another. For now it had to be given but she wanted to know more about who she was giving trust to. "I know it's a lot to take in...that our home and loved ones are gone...but we cannot change what has happened...it's a horrible shock and one we will have to live with, but we need to move forward as best we can. Somehow." Natazume said to the stranger.

It was doubtful that her words would offer comfort but she needed to give tough love along with encouragement.


[System]
UserName: Konan375
Age: 25

Mageblood type: Aqua

Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy

Previous Magic training: None

Race: Naerse Human

Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand.

Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye.

As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it.

When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most.

He got there five years later.

After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?"

Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness.

He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later.

Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz.

Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him.

Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues.

Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth

Yellow Ring
Name: Illuminating Ring
Description:
Type: Non-Combative/Combative
Range: Individual to up to five meters
Duration: Depends on the mode
Other information:
This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash.

Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source.

Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily.

Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.

[User]
The woman wasn't expecting for this to happen. In a way the young woman had a feeling something would go wrong. After all who steals something in broad daylight that? They must have known they were coming. They must have known there was a vampire with the group. With this factor in motion the young woman was literally forced back into a human. Fine with her considering this manageable. The chest might have damaged her knee but this wouldn't stop her. Only death would stop the girl.

"You and your friends," his tone held a smug and cocky tone in each word, "should never have followed. Now you will not live to see another day!"

" We do seem to pop into situations like this a lot do we? Hmmm... Honestly I never thought about this before. It felt so natural considering these people are my friends and family. Perhaps we will have a long talk about learning each other's fighting styles after this mission. Then again I would die for each and everyone of this people. So if today is the day I'm killed for those I love and care for then so be it. Though I hate to be the bearer of bad news but this isn't the day." The woman remarked placing her hand into the bag at her side. Some of them had broken do to the impact earlier. Fair considering she hadn't completely thought the movement out completely. The limb grabbed four candies out, popping the sweets into her mouth, the other gripping the shield tighter. " Since you're my opponent I'm wondering if I should just place the shield and sword on the ground. Then again I can't guarantee you won't fight fair so I'm leaving the choice up sir. After all we're one semi-equal terms."

[Assistant]
Diplomacy at Yarosmere

Aramir was slow to follow the group, her bow still out. She kept her eyes on Yolin, the only living threat in the room that she could do something against, and followed. She didn't trust them to not do anything, but much to her surprise, the King merely held a hand out to Yolin and they were allowed to leave. She barely heard Darius as they entered the parlor, immediately destringing her bow and going to Mar's side. "Hey." She said softly, standing next to the Naga and putting hugging her. "We'll make this right. The college won't stand for this, and we'll fix it. We can't undo what's been done, but we can bring justice. I'm sorry Mar. We need to go though." She reached into Mar's pocket, fishing out the stone. In an instant, she had cracked it in her hands. A moment later, Resistance Members were leaping out of the shadows, armed and ready for a fight.

Much to their surprise, there was nothing to do. Rather than waiting for an explanation, they hurried everyone back through the shadows and out of the Palace, not feeling safe at all.

Once back into the Resistance Headquarters, the College students informed the leaders what had happened. Sahra cursed quietly and the man merely shook his head, moving deeper into the Headquarters. Thanking the students for trusting them, giving them the pick of recently stolen weapons for the trouble they had been through, and beseeching them to get the aid of the College in the ongoing rebellion in Yarasmere, Sahra opened more portals, quickly sending them outside of College grounds. They had much to tell the teachers.

MISSION OVER.

Back in Yarosmere

Yolin looked at the King, confused. "Why did you let the hereteics go, my lord? They were aligned with an abomination." The King smiled slightly, shaking his head. "The Sand God has plans for everyone, Yolin. Even Heretics and abominations. They have not yet achieved their purpose. They will though. In time."

He walked back into the palace halls, calling back to Yolin as he did so. "Clean up the mess, and make the army ready. War is coming."