[System]
Appearance:

Apparent Age: Young Adult

Gender: Male

Nation: Renais

Class: Cavalier

Weapon Mastery:

Sword C

Lance D

Level: 4

Background: The youngest child of Ginnava, Marwood was her bundle of joy and baby of the family. She actually took the time to teach him to ride herself. As such he desires to make her proud yet at the same time with age came distance and difference. While his mother relies on codes and formal declarations Marwood is normally on his horse with a squad of knights by the time she starts issuing orders. This has caused much division between mother and son, with Marwood often leading knights into battle against horrors without having approval from his mother.

Aside from that, he is good friends with both generals, he often finds himself in their company or training with them. While many of his men pass around rumors he is to be engaged to one the generals there is little no proof of that claims. As a prince, he received a formal education with lessons in history, strategy, and etiquette. He threw away etiquette preferring to spend many a night out defending villages or celebrating victories with his knights. He even formed a special group of cavaliers that ride with him to villages and towns under assault, thus with almost all his training being done on horseback his skills off it is lowered.

Currently, Marwood most trusted knights are Hodge, Ismay, and Mylle. Each of them is a cavalier from the standing army of Renais and all of them make up the Renais riders. These four often leave the moment word of trouble sounds moving between towns, attacking bandits, monsters, and horrors. They have saved hundreds of lives alone, yet while hailed as hero's it troubles his mother that his free-form fighting is not proper of a prince. He has a history of being rather bold and challenging letting nothing stand between him and his moral compass, politics be damned.

This has caused quite a lot of trouble when he chased a band of bandits into Jehanna where he killed them. Upon his return, the generals and his mother both gave him an earful which he quickly ignored, thought the punishments did last for months. Undeterred Marwood freely admits he would do it again in an instant, he cares not for the borders only saving lives which Jehanna eventually let slide understanding he believed he was doing the right thing.

Recently Ginnava, has announced that she plans to marry off the younger prince and is currently eyeing Jehanna's princess as the best candidate due to the politic and military benefits of the relationship. Marwood meanwhile has been as far from the castle as possible, and away from the Jehanna border. He is not happy about an arranged marriage with a princess, he would prefer a natural romance. His mother meanwhile has been dispatching riders to drag him back if needed. Marwood needed to be tamed and Ginnava thought a wife would be perfect for the job.

However, with the recent threat to Grado, he abandoned Renais to go and help the kingdom. Renais and Grado were historically close and he feels he must do as his great ancestor would have done and journey to help the Emperor who he admires as a good leader and warrior. He hopes to help drive back the attacks and force Renais into action and perhaps Frelia as well.

Plot-Susceptive: Yes

Equipment and Items: Reginleif, Steel Sword

Personality: Brash, Marwood is nothing if not bold in his ability to face danger or trouble with a smile on his face and honesty in his heart, he is a caring and kind young man who refuses to let politics get in the way of caring about people. To Marwood politics and the chain of command as things that slow down helping people, thus to the frustration of his teachers and his family Marwood continues to ignore anything but what he believes is morally right. While many outside the castle think much of the younger kind-hearted prince others feel he is too rebellious and daft to ever be allowed near the throne.

Ability Assessment: Marwood strength and skill are his best qualities, his speed and defense are good as well though not as great primary attributes. This is due to Marwood focusing on fast devastating blows to bring down a target depending on his armor and his mount in combat. Marwoods luck and stamina are average or just below with his magical resistance being well below the norm as he rarely ever encountered an enemy mage. The rest of his skills had some development throughout his training but a lack of magical counter training his given him a glaring and little-known weakness.

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: An avid singer and storyteller Marwood spent his younger days sneaking out and telling singing and telling stories at the local tavern. He has secretly wanted to be a bard but royal duties prevent that and he also wishes to marry someone he loves rather than an arranged marriage like his mother has in mind, possibly to secure a new ally. He is a sucker for a good romance book, though he doesn't like people to know. He gets very nervous around women and has never been good at flirting at all. Marwood also has an aversion to a certain Princess of Jehanna, in fact when anyone brings up an arranged marriage between him and a princess or noble Marwood can usually be found trying to slip towards the door to make a hasty retreat.

R-button Summarization: The prince of Renais with a good heart and a rebellious streak, cares deeply for others.

Level Up Quotes

0-1 Points: "Melinda and Leoma would laugh if they saw this."
0-1 Points: "This isn't really very princely is it?"
2-3 Points: "I must do better for Renais!"
2-3 Points: "Oh and after all that work?
4-5 Points: "My brother isn't the only one to take after father."
4-5 Points: "Ha, that'll show Rylan won't it Fiona?"
6+ Points: "Alright Fiona, I've earned an ale and you've earned a apple."
6+ Points: "I almost feel like singing! I won't of course... Bad time for it..."
Capped Stats: "How am I supposed to match Rylan now?!"
Capped Stats: "But I can't stop now! I don't wanna stop being a knight of Renais!
Changed Class: "A knight of Renais is always ready to learn."
Changed Class: Rafaela might not recognize me in this...

Critical Hit Quotes

"May the Gods have mercy on you, I won't!"
"You are in my way, that's a bad place to be friend."
"I'll drink to you and your fallen comrades."
"I do not hate you. I simply must kill you."
"Somebody has to win and guess what? It's me."
"I just stab people, what happens next is between them and the gods."

[User]
Isolde

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Ha! Success!

Isolde gave a small shout of victory once Morag fell, excitedly bouncing in her seat. Well, that had gone well. Aside from a few small cuts and bruises they were doing well. With a flourish of her Halbered, she placed it back in its holder on Kergin's saddle as she turned to the others. They all seemed fine, too then. She breathed out, letting the previous nervousness fade somewhat. They could do this, then right? They just had to get the Fire Emblem to safety, right?

...

She cast a glance over to Romilda and Voss.

"Uhm uhm, I dunno who you are but thanks for the help!" Isolde shouted to Voss, moving Kergin over closer to the others present. Ah, what should she do here? She didn't know if she should voice her opinion of letting Romilda come with them or not. Leaving her here to die seemed cruel and dangerous, but after what she did...she was reminded of her own father. "D'ya think we should let her come with us?" Isolde voiced quietly, in an unsure manner.

[Assistant]
Titania

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Titania gave a sigh of relief as the last foe finally fell and everyone was still okay, thanks to a little bit of help from herself of course. It had looked a bit dicey for Marwood which was why she'd ran over and helped. Now they had jumped the first hurdle, they could probably get out of the castle and get a little bit further away before running into more trouble, though she had no doubt that they would do just that. "We should let her out. Even if she's a criminal, surely she doesn't deserve to be locked up to die, or worse: whe- I mean if the invading army gets here." Titania changed her words at the last moment, feeling like it wouldn't be appropaite to say the defending force was doomed to fail when it consisted of Reina's father. Anyway, leaving somebody locked up in a jail cell was basically a death sentence. Furthermore she seemed to know about the Fire Emblem and that they needed to keep it safe, so she might even be willing to help them. Surely a pardon in a time like this wasn't too much to ask for?


[System]
Age: 30

Race: Caucasian

Sex: Female. Approximately 5' 11" tall, with blonde hair, steel grey eyes, and an athletic figure as per her military pedigree. Objectively quite stunning in her attractiveness.

Skills: ace pilot, energy weapons

Personality: highly intelligent but generally, socially clueless. She comes off as cold and unfriendly but truly, she doesn't have a natural propensity towards small talk and casual conversation. Smoker.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Enclave-issue plasma pistol, mismatched light armour pieces suitable for a travelling merc. Also carries a small knapsack full of items of sentimental value, such as a photograph of her and her twin brother, various medals and pins earned within the Enclave (including her dog tags), and a pocket watch featuring an engraving.

Occupation: Mercenary/security guard for hire.

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): Formerly Enclave, now unaffiliated.

Backstory:

Frieda was born seven minutes before her fraternal twin, Brian, but spent the majority of her life living in his false shadow. Their father was a high ranking official who lost his life during a mission while the twins were young. Subject to the same vigorous physical and weapons training through her life in the Enclave, no matter what she did, somehow her brother was favoured even when their skills and scores were on par. Where Frieda was more acerbic in personality, her brother's stoic demeanour tended to be extolled. Eventually, she was to be trained as a pilot, whereas her brother was destined for the front lines and recon. Her natural ability to focus on her task at hand while under pressure and make clear, logical decisions, saw her rise quickly through the ranks as one of their best pilots.

Despite the artificial rivalry their peers and superiors tried to place upon them, Frieda and Brian were inseparably close. They celebrated each other's achievements and differing designations. Brian was the only person in her life constantly validating her own skills, when so many others preferred to compare her to her brother. They held up and supported each other. When her brother left on a recon mission, never to return, his loss was a devastating blow. The Enclave considered his and his team's mission a failure, and did not send a rescue team.

Frieda wandered through the months that followed in a total daze, unable to find any peace in the thought that her brother was gone for good. He had been a grounding presence in her life, and without him, she found it impossible to find meaning in staying with the Enclave. In a daring move, she packed her most valuable things into a knapsack, stole a Vertibird, and decided to look for her brother, herself. Unfortunately, she miscalculated the trajectory of a rad storm, and found herself completely off course and crashing into the woods of what used to be New Hampshire.

Alive, but without any caps to her name nor desire to return to the Enclave, she wandered east, taking small mercenary type jobs from various settlements until she reached the ocean, and arbitrarily chose to wander south. She found herself wandering into Salem, hoping the sparse settlement could use some full-time muscle, until such time she was able to begin the search for her brother anew.

and:

Name: Celeste Brown

Age: 24

Race: Caucasian/mixed western European

Sex: Female. Barely 5'1", with shoulder length, very dark brown, curly hair, and bright blue eyes. She carries a stout figure with a noticeably voluptuous chest.

Skills: cooking, bartending, bartering

Personality: very charismatic, friendly, and genuinely sweet to everyone she encounters.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Wasteland settler garb including t-shirts, sweaters, skirts, dresses, slacks, and sneakers. Carries small sentimental trinkets, such as a pair of her mother's earrings and other inherited jewelry, and her father's first set of knives.

Occupation:  Barkeep/innkeep

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

Backstory:

Celeste has a very plain and lackluster backstory. Originally from a settlement on the Canadian side of Niagara Falls, she was born to two, loving, hard working parents. Her mother operated a successful trading business, having set up at the border, and her father was a talented baker and chef. She learned the best of both occupations from a young age; the art of the deal from her mom, and how to create the flakiest pastry and well-balanced soups from her dad. Through her late teens, Celeste started to feel the wanderlust. While a steady stream of folks came through Niagara Falls between the two pre-war countries, so did their stories. Celeste started to dream of the world beyond the river and the escarpment, but for many years, seeing it for herself remained a dream. A caravan travelling from Burlington near Ronto, en route to the eastern seaboard, thrilled Celeste with their talk of the bright and beautiful Diamond City, that she insisted she go with them. She chipped in her own caps for the protected passage, said a bittersweet goodbye to her parents, and was on their way.

The travel would prove to be very harsh on sweet, tender Celeste. Slogging through the terrain, surrounded by hostiles at every turn, and fearing for her life, all had begun to tarnish her shiny impression of the world outside her childhood home. Chronic optimism kept her going, but a very small part of her began to consider that she had made a huge mistake.

Celeste would never make it to Diamond City. The caravan made a stop in Salem in an attempt to top up on purified water, and Celeste would fall in love with the town. The setting, the buildings, everything felt so beautiful and comfortable to her. She had a pocket full of caps and stars in her eyes. After a convincing conversation with the caravan, who assured her that Salem could become part of their regular route, she decided to settle back down and merely travel through the wasteland as she always had: by the stories and tales brought in by others.

[User]
Adam 'Trails' Wilford- Lorelei's Porch

Lorelei called back to him in the night, "So… you're Adam. Right." Adam tilted his head, rubbing at his beard and feigning a look of worry. "I sure hope so. Otherwise I've spent almost forty-three years getting called by the wrong name." The two had fallen silent for a time as Lorelei quietly looked at her gun before she spoke, "Being a sole homeowner—especially pertaining to a gargantuan piece of real estate like this—it feels…odd. I haven't lived in a house like this since my childhood. Feels too good to be true. Just like this town.". Adam nodded slowly, understanding how she felt. Adam gave a short 'hpmph', "You and me both, kid. You and me both. I lived in a small town a few years back with my wife. Before that, I hadn't had a proper home since I was a kid. Even that was one of those small Great Depression homes. Thought about picking a place to shack up, but, eh, all that's not really 'me'. I've spent most of my life as a drifter, anything much more than this cottage is just too decadent for me." He pulled a cigar from his pocket, fidgeting with it as he looked out on the street and leaning over the porch. "Nah. My shack on the beach is more than enough home for me so long as I'm on my own." Adam put it back, deciding not to fall back into old habits.

After a while, Lorelei gazed out at the moonlit structures of Salem. She took a deep breath and leaned to her right, pressing her torso against the tall wooden support beam of the porch steps. Adam figured she might be getting tired so he took that as his cue to mosey on home too. As he got ready to step off the porch, he turned back. "Hey. I uh...I'm getting a little stiff sitting around town like this. Heard from a buddy of mine that came through earlier that there's someplace called 'Lexington' nearby that might have some good stuff to pick through. You seem like an action kinda girl and I could use a second with me. I know that might sound a little much to ask, but if you're interested, I'll be heading out tomorrow morning with Bessie. Sleep on it, you feel like partnering up, I live down on the waterfront. It's that Pre-War shed thing with the huge fishing boat out on the water and the brahmin, Bessie, out front. Ain't hard to miss." Adam slowly stepped down to the street, waving a hand over his head in silent farewell to catch some much needed sleep.

[Assistant]
Rick Noel – Diner – Night

Rick sat there staring at his cup, maybe he had said too much. He nodded as she left, raising his hand giving her a light wave. He finished the cup and departed, it seemed the waitress girl wanted to get everyone out so that she could close up. He stood outside the diner and stared at the sky, mesmerized by glistening stars. He had never really seen a night sky.

He stood there and then he could feel cold night chill aided by the cold sea breeze. He grabbed the rolled up jacket on his pack and put it on.  He was going to head out to the wall and check the progress they were making, but he was tired and his body ached for a soft and warm bed.

Rick made his way to Mary's home but it seemed she wasn't in. He checked the robots and it seemed they were charged. He unplugged them, didn't want to risk the contraptions overheating and sparking a fire while they slept. Rick chuckled as he thought back at his time in the Institute studying these crude creations.

He stretched his arms and let out a yawn. His eyes grew weary. He grabbed his things and headed up. Usually that's where sleeping quarters were located in these old homes. He headed up the dark stairs dimly light by moonlight from a window. He looked into a room that seemed small with a small bed and simple bookshelf. It seemed like it would be guest quarters. Hopefully he wasn't intruding. He placed his bag in a chair and hit in the bed and laid there slowly falling asleep.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: My arrows, forged in the greatest depths of the lands, will always find their ma- hey, wait, where are you going?.

Personality:
 With a tendency towards the theatrical, Koji can only be described as... Well, a delusional kid who never grew out of his habits. Though his accuracy is top-notch, Koji's inability to keep those delusions in check make him a pain for most people to deal with. Though he acts like something he clearly isn't, Koji never actually expects people to play along. If they believe him, then he ends up getting flustered and ends up in a state of disbelief more often than not before trying to find a way out of the hole he just dug himself into. More often than not, this simply ends up making the problem BIGGER, and sooner or later everything compounds and he's forced to come clean.
Or, well, just ditch town for a while and let things cool down instead.

Abilities:
 Koji is an amazing sharpshooter, though his accuracy is decreased when dual-wielding (and firing) his crossbows simultaneously. He is also surprisingly mobile, able to scale things like large trees or boulders in order to get good vantage points on his targets or dodge slower attacks.
 Thanks to being raised in an inn, Koji's also a decent chef, both in AND out of the kitchen. This would be great, if it wasn't for the fact that he can't catch any game because of how he always announces his attacks before they go off... Which usually means that the animals are off and running well before he can shoot them.
 Because of his limited funds, though, Koji has also become somewhat obsessed with collecting all the bolts he's fired after a mission is over, simply to skimp on any funds that would involve him having to buy more in the future.

Notable Equipment, Traits, etc;:
Equipment:
 Crossbows: Koji dual-wields a pair of automatic crossbows, one red and one blue, that magically reload their bolts. He has taken to calling them 'Phoenix' and 'Dragon,' respectively; made of what seems to be mana-infused steel, the bowstring never seems to wear down on either weapon. No, they don't change the bolts in any ways; they just reload automatically.
 Mask: Actually just a mask that someone was selling at a festival. Koji concluded that it was imbued with a special power, but it's actually just a normal mask.
 Bolts: Yes. he has bolts. To fire. From his crossbow. Normal bolts. They're not magic. He's lying through his teeth when he says they are.
Traits:
 Chuuni: Living in a world of fantasy where stories of heroes and villains pervaded every nook and cranny of his life, it's a wonder that he didn't grow out of it and see it as the norm like every other person his age. Koji adds flair and drama to a lot of what he does, and overdramaticizes the mundane more often than not. He's capable of speaking normally, of course, but that's no fun.
 Knowledge of Useless Trivia: As a byproduct of his chuuni nature, Koji knows a lot of random bits and pieces of mythology that may or ma not ever be of use. A majority of it is, in fact, also a product of his imagination, so take his blathering with a grain of salt.
 Actor: Because of his theatrics, Koji's actually a damn good actor when not going full chuuni. Whenever he gets coerced into a performance, the kids love him and his acts.
 Easily Caught Off Guard: Self-explanatory, but this applies to daily life just as much as it does his behavior. Many times, Koji loses himself in his own thoughts on whatever his subject-of-the-day is. As a result, his lapse in awareness becomes mindbogglingly huge.

History:
 Born to the owners of an inn in a town somewhere out west, Koji grew up surrounded by stories of adventure and of grandeur. While his older sister grew up relatively normally, Koji became enraptured in this world that was basically just outside of his reach. His parents, being the sensible people that they were, wanted him to take a safe job in the town instead of going out to adventure. His sister shared their sentiments, offering to help him find something else he liked that wouldn't put his life at risk.
 Of course, Koji would have none of that. As time passed, his parents (at the behest of his uncle, who Koji convinced with a few bottles of wine on the sly) decided to let him travel the world, hoping it'd get the delusions out of his system. With a pair of crossbows that he picked up with almost all of his savings over the past decade, Koji left home to travel south, the first stop on his "adventure into the unclaimed wilds."

Other: Is an adventurer, but makes more money babysitting for people than ACTUALLY adventuring. Works part-time at a daycare to help entertain kids.

[User]
Nyla looked around a bit curiously as one after another began to show up asking to join the party. A pout began to form on her lips. Fearing that her admittance into the formation of the party would be over looked and she was be cast aside. Though one of the last arrivals had gotten her attention. Maybe because the girl was placing her entire attention on Nyla. She looked at the girl, maybe a bit too intently. She was often off put by horns, viewing them as something dangerous, but some reason this girls didn't bother Nyla. Nyla was beginning to feel a bit, what's an appropriate term.. Captivated. Yes, captivated just by looking at the girl. She felt herself hesitantly inches closer; Kuzie noticing and being unaffected began to tug at her hair as if to hold her back. Nyla innocently swatting at the Squirrel to cease.

Before she knew it a hulking mass of green stepped in between the two and broke Nyla's line of sight. That simple act seemed to sever the charm. Shaking her head and filling a bit dizzy she tried to process what had just happened. 'Was that girl using some kind of charm spell?' The ditsy girl tried to reason. Now that she was no longer effected she could listen to all that was going on. Apparently they all seemed intent on keeping Nyla in the party, which was welcome news. It would have been a nightmare trying to find another group. But then again there was that girl... Nyla peeked around the green man once more to look at the girl. She could feel herself getting drawn in again, but this time she quickly snapped away and hid herself behind Mr. Green once again. Shaking her head and clearing her mind of those dizzying thoughts.

[Assistant]
Smith's plan had started to crash and burn with the first of the three amigos attempting to show off his skills. She didn't particularly like being referred to as a "creature of the night", especially by such a rambunctious cretin. The demon watched as the boy threw money away, absolutely dumbfounded by what she was seeing. So not only was this kid a moron, but he was also a wasteful moron.

Smith was about to speak, but stopped herself as soon as the catboy opened his mouth. It felt as if he loved the sound of his own voice, letting out his thoughts in an endless fashion that was sure to grate on one's ears eventually. This asshole had no fucking filter. Smith refrained from interrupting him, and instead chose to let him get all of his inept comments out. And then..

"YOU HELP US OUT, YOU GET THE BOOTY."

Smith was dumbfounded, agitated, and amused all at once. She couldn't tell if this kid was a genius, or really dumb. Either way, she felt like toying with him. Apparently, this boy's name was Falsch, though Smith decided to refer to him as Catboy instead. Catboy was now on the receiving end of several glares from various adventurers. You see, when you yell a statement that essentially accuses a hot young woman of prowling for "the booty", you tend to become the subject of pure, unadulterated hatred, especially when that hot young woman is also a succubus.

The green giant had started to speak as well, but Smith was more focused on the crowd which had begun to gather around the table.

"HEY, BUDDY!" Some large man in the front of the crowd yelled at Catboy. "Whadd'ya think yur sayin' bout dis gurl 'ere? You assume she be some sorta horny monster, when she ain't done nuthin' to support dat thought. Scumbags like you make me sick." Smith watched as another, smaller man joined in.

"You guys are pathetic. Accusing her like this." The small man seemed to blame all 3 of the amigos for Catboy's words. "I bet you three were just trying to get some, yourselves, attempting to push away someone who was simply trying to protect another girl from the clutches of evil so that you could have that other girl all to yourselves. What I'm saying is, you're just defending that girl in some sick, pathetic attempt to score!" Smith almost laughed at his lack of self awareness.

"Alright boys, alright, I think they've had enough. Go back and drink your drinks, and leave these guys alone, I'll be alright." Smith gathered her thoughts as the mob went back to their own business, each man keeping at least one eye on Catboy. The succubus stood from her seat, and examined the three amigos and the cute girl from a different angle for once. She started to speak to each of them in sequence, starting with the grand moron himself.

"Are you alright? You seem to have an ego large enough to cost you money, no offense." She quickly moved on to Catboy, who was as rude as they come. "I don't think I've ever encountered someone as rude as you, but you do happen to be quite amusing." As Smith said this, she leaned in, putting her face rather close to his, while delicately caressing his chin with her hand. "I might just keep you around." She quickly moved back, her tone and mannerism instantly switching from flirty to much more judgmental and serious. "But, seriously, you need to stop judging people and assuming things so easily. Just because i'm half succubi doesn't mean i'm always thinking about sex. It's people like you that make it really hard for me to get anything done without people wanting sex out of me. People always see the succubus part of me, and never the human half. I'm just a girl. I asked her-" She quickly pointed at Nyla "to join my party because she legitimately looked capable, and I didn't really know how I felt about you three. But, now that i've seen a little more of each of you, I think I've got my idea of you three in order. That guy seems a bit crazy, a bit reckless, and a bit of a mess." She said, pointing towards Koji. "Catboy, you seem rude, but rather amusing. Not exactly sure what you can do combat-wise, but at least you wont bore me to death." And then there was the big green guy.

Smith slowly stepped towards the hulking mass of a green bard. "And you..." She playfully poked at the orc's chest with a single finger, and acted as if she was impressed by the firmness that was returned against her touch, "Ooo, nice." She stepped back and looked up at him. "You seem like a nice guy, I guess." Smith took a deep breath and walked up to Nyla.

"I'm really sorry about all of the misunderstandings. I'm not a bad person, I just can't really turn off my natural charms. Being a succubus isn't all sex and rainbows." Smith's thoughts had begun to blur together. She didn't really remember what things were honest, and which were lies. "Anyways, I should introduce myself. You can call me Smith." She reached out her hand to the cute girl who she stood in front of.

Smith's glorious plan was rudely interrupted by a loud, obnoxious demon who ran into the guild trying to goat people into taking her in to their parties. As soon as Smith got a good look at this demon, she immediately hid behind the large Orc. Beatrice knew her. This girl was, for lack of a better word, one of Beatrice's past demons.

No, no, no! The past no longer mattered. Smith was no longer Beatrice. Still, that girl would know Smith's face as that of Beatrice, and would immediately shatter the image that she had created for herself.

"Okay, I'm definitely good with partying with all of you, but whatever you do, do not, and I repeat, DO NOT let that demon join our party. There are very few people in this world who have egos so large that any other traits or skills they would otherwise have are completely useless. That girl is the epitome of uselessly egotistical." Even if Smith had seen even slightly ingenuine before, this moment threw all of that out the window. She was clearly serious with her disdain for Elysia.


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Female

Race: Witch

Personality: Vanilla is a very adventurous witch, and is very quick to strike up a conversation. Unfortunately, she can come off as being extremely annoying as she either talks about things that other people don't understand, or just talks so much that she gets told to shut up. She really likes to read and usually has a collection of books on her person, some of her conversations revolve around these books and the things she learns by reading them. The only one who really understands her is her familiar, Zeal.

Appearance:

Biography: Vanilla never had many friends growing up and usually studied by herself in the Magic World. It also didn't help that she studied Barrier magic, which was a very unorthodox type of magic for many witches and wizards, and very difficult to master. Nonetheless, she studied day and night, and didn't let her loneliness get her down. When the day finally came for her to travel outside the Magic World, she met her Familiar, Zeal, a quiet but caring bird familiar. Zeal decided to travel with Vanilla as he feels that her Barrier magic may not be enough to protect her.

Vanilla traveled across many worlds and even spent some time in the Arctic, where she learned to harness her barriers more effectively after saving a group of familiars from a sadistic orca.

While she rested at a village in the arctic, she learned about the upcoming Gray Festival that was coming up in the Gray Garden. Seeing an opportunity to make new friends, Vanilla decided to make her way there, with Zeal close by her side.

Abilities/Weapons: Barrier Magic: Vanilla can form barriers of solid magic of varying sizes to protect herself or others. She can also trap things with her barriers, as only powerful magic can break them. However, Vanilla cannot move while focusing on her magic, making her vulnerable to attack.

Zeal: Vanilla's familiar, he will protect her with his life. He wields a glaive that he can use to repel attackers and can turn into a giant falcon to shred and tear apart enemies. He is considerably large when transformed and can carry Vanilla on his back or in his talons.

Misc: Vanilla has a big sweet tooth and carries a pouch candy on her at all times. Zeal is mute and mainly communicates through body motion and quiet mumblings. Vanilla says Zeal can talk but only ever talks to her.

[User]
Now Yosafire had a confused look on her face, why did Dorma get so down in the dumps all of a sudden? "Hey wait, Dorma. What's wrong, why so pouty?"

"Hm... I wasn't aware my pies were so famous..." Dialo said as she finished up with a couple of festival goers before getting a slice for Eddie. "Here you go... If you want anymore, just ask..."

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Vanilla glanced at Zeal, the familiar thought it over before finally giving in. He nodded and gave her permission to speak her mind. Vanilla smiled and looked back at Daisy. "Well I'm glad you asked. This is the Gray Garden, a large part of the Gray World. Angels and Demons live in peace with one another, but this didn't always used to be the case. From my studies, I read that this world used to be embroiled in a war, angels and demons fighting against eachother. But that was a long, long... Long time ago. And this festival is held in commemoration of the peace treaty formed between the angels and demons. Their leaders, God Etihw and Devil Kcalb, even have a relationship with eachother." Vanilla took a breath and glanced at Daisy to see if she were still listening. "Hm... Hey, could you maybe... Look up at me? It's kinda spooking me out how you haven't really been looking directly at someone..." she asked.

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Daisy

While she had been listening on to her explanation of the world she had arrived in she soon found her guide now asking for her to look up at her. Had she really been so obvious in her attempt to avoid rousing suspicion? Her expression of uncaring stillness gave way to a small frown upon being confronted on the matter. She looked up, keeping her attention on the lady while many a person's fears swam closely overhead.

"Pardon." She replied quickly, looking at her with unbroken focus whilst the tall cloaked avatar loomed over them both. He was as still as the dead as he looked on but in truth he was carefully watching both the two who were speaking with his summoner as well as the rest of the crowd. A silent guardian was he.

Daisy simply waited, expecting more from this one. She quietly hoped she hadn't misjudged this one's usefulness.

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Eddie & Dorma

Oh this is just great. Now Dorma had gotten Yosafire worried and all. "I-I'm quite alright, Miss Yosafire. No need to worry about me." Dorma tried to assure Yosafire. "Please, enjoy Dialo's signature pie. That would be enough for me."

Yet another encounter with Yosafire that ended not as well as she expected. Dorma felt she just wanted to just go home and lose herself reading books or something. Perhaps watching the performance would take her mind off this little encounter, she thought. Yes, Dorma would do that. That said... "Miss Yosafire, do you know who is performing in this festival?" She asked.

"Hey thanks, sista." Eddie received the pie. He could not help but notice Yosafire comforting Dorma and he could not help but ask Dialo about it. "Hey uhh, those two got a history or something?" Eddie considered the possibility that the two were an item. People from the other worlds tend to have all sorts of relationships regardless of their genders, Eddie noticed.

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Vanilla nodded with acceptance after the girl looked up at her and continued her explanation. "Ok, back to what I was saying... The Gray Garden has seen a very long era of peace since the war, until recently of course. Apparently, another world lead by a devil and his minions tried to invade this world, but the invasion didn't last long thankfully. Thanks to a handful of angels and demons, the invasion was beaten back. The funny thing is though, since the devil that invaded has disappeared out of nowhere, the world that invaded has been trying to form a peace treaty with the Gray Garden. Things have going smoothly on that end, but there are still a few who don't agree with this peace. I don't mind it, but hey, that's just me."

Vanilla smiled happily, having finished her little info dump. She was happy to have someone to actually talk to. "Oh! I almost forgot, my name is Vanilla. Mister tall, dark, and feathery behind me is Zeal. What's your name?" she asked.

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Yosafire scratched her head in thought before answering Dorma's question. "Well... I heard that they come from the sea... But that's uh... All I really know, sorry..." she said giving a lighthearted chuckle.

Dialo glanced at Eddie before looking back at Yosafire and Dorma. "Not really... Dorma looks up to Yosafire but there's clearly something more to it... But Yosafire is already with another so... I don't think things would work out..." she said as she went back to tending to her pie stand.

The sky was changing into a bright orange as the sun drifted closer to the horizon. The evening was almost upon the festival and the performances would soon begin.

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Eddie & Dorma

"Oooh. Girl's got it rough." Eddie replied, cringing a little.

"Anyway, time to take a bite out of your famous pie." The actor took a bite and chewed a little, immersing his tongue on the pie's flavor. Apple was certainly a part of it but it was baked in such a way that the flavor was enhanced. Freshly-baked meant that it was also warm so that helped too. "Hey! This is pretty good. Certainly better than the pies that you could buy around the corner." He complimented Dialo. "Compliments to the chef, of course." He added.

"May I know the name of the chef though?"

"Ah, is that so? Macarona said so too earlier." Dorma replied. "Perhaps they shall bring some new and exotic music to the festival. I shall certainly look forward to it."

Dorma was still quite down from earlier but she was a bit better. No use dwelling in the past, she thought. She'll get another chance. And hopefully not screw it. The thought of that began to weigh Dorma down again so she shook them off. Got to focus on the positive.

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Daisy

Listening along to the lady's recountance of the world's past. It was good to get a grasp of the world's standing so she wouldn't be left in the dark when it came to such matters. She listened on until she introduced themselves and inquired as to her own name. She took a moment, looking distant as she dwelt upon her answer carefully.

"My name is Daisy." A simple answer, a brief one. Though her face wore little evidence of such concern she was not one to trust others with ease. Experience had taught her more than a few unfortunate lessons which had done far more harm than help for her. She looked out to the rest of the festival. Given the duration of her stay time moved along ever the same as always.

"The evening hours approach. We may wish to enjoy the festivities for now... While they last."

Perhaps a tad bit more ominous sounding than what she was going for unfortunately. She never did fit into conversations naturally.

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The festival went on for another hour or so before the sun had finally set over the horizon. An assortment of colorful lights lit up to provide light and it was as if the sun was only shining around the festival. A crowd was gathering near the stage that had been set up not too long ago. "Ooooh, this is so exciting! I can't wait to see what happens!" Vanilla said enthusiastically. "I wonder if it's gonna be a talent show, or a play, oh oh oh, or a musical performance... Ah! Am I rambling again? Getting too excited?" she said to those around her.

The crowd grew silent as the two rulers of the Gray Garden stepped onto the stage, Etihw and Kcalb. Kcalb stood back away from the front of the stage as Etihw walked up to address the crowd. "Welcome, one and all, to the Gray Festival!" she called out. A white crystal that was hanging above the stage seemed to propel her voice like a speaker. "To those of you from other worlds, I am so glad that we could share this day with you. What good is a festival without a lot of guests?" the members of the crowd who were residents of the Gray Garden chuckled at how laid back Etihw was being.

"Now, as many of you should know... This festival marks a very important day. A day of peace amongst the Garden's residents, the demons and angels. It warms my heart to see that this peace has lasted for so long, and with so much support too." she bowed to the Gray Garden residents. "Thank you for making all of this possible... We gods can only do so much on our own." she said with a smile. "Now then, who's ready for the main event of the festival!?" she called out as the crowd cheered.

The two cloaked and hooded figures from before were standing in the back of the crowd. "Eff, man... Why are these people so laid back and cheerful... I might need to consider a change of landscape..." the taller one of the two mumbled. "Shhhh... I want to hear what's happening..." the smaller one said.

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Eddie & Dorma

As the crowd cheered, Eddie himself clapped at Etihw's speech. "So I'm guessing that's the head honcho around here, right?" The former actor told the person beside him who happened to be Yosafire. Eddie has found himself beside Yosafire and her group.

Meanwhile, Dorma was on the other side of Eddie, clearly annoyed and upset that this random man had just stolen the spot next to Yosafire. "Yeah, that's Etihw. The God of this world. Right behind her is Kcalb. The Devil." She dryly answered Eddie for Yosafire.

"...Do they have nicknames?" Eddie asked both Yosafire and Dorma. "I mean, no offense to their names and all that but... I'm gonna seriously butcher their names if I continue talking about Eteewee and Kakalb."

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Daisy

Upon parting from her acquaintance Vanilla she had gone about the festival alongside her conjured servant, taking in the sights and observing a lot of the culture at work. She was largely more of an observer than a participant across the whole event, remaining detached from it all as she and her companion drifted from place to place. All in all it was a pleasant and insightful experience, a new world to take in and learn.

Come sunset she arrived at the stage where the realm's leaders were mentioned to make an appearance. Standing in the back with her hood up again she stood and listened on to this realm's leader make his announcements, her pale face concealed once again in the hood's dark shadow.

Having been standing at the back of the crowd herself she noticed two hooded figures not dissimilar to the ones she saw earlier looking on at the event as well. This wouldn't be too notable were the land's fashion more inclined towards dark hooded cloaks but aside from herself and her summon there were few denizens who took on this particular fashion.

She would not act upon this quite yet, opting to remain the observer for now while the main event was to initiate. She simply tried to keep a discrete eye on the other pair of cloaked figures, careful not to let them see her watching them in particular.

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Yosafire was a little confused at Dorma's sudden interruption, she could've answered Eddie herself. She shrugged it off though and turned back to face the stage before Eddie asked her another question.

She couldn't help but giggle at Eddie's attempt at pronouncing their names. "Well... You got the old man's name right, but you pronounce her name as Eteehew." She explained. "As for nicknames, I just like to refer to Kcalb as Old Man... He hates being called old..." She said with a quiet giggle. "And as for Etihw, Eti is fine."

Both Dialo and Chelan looked at Dorma curiously. "You got something against Eddie or something?"

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"And now, I'm sure you are all ready for the festivities to truly begin. But before that, we have a guest from across the great expanse of water close to our humble village. She has been looking forward to the Gray Festival and wishes to share her musical talent with us all. Now, I want all of you to give a warm welcome to the Gray Garden's very own Great Blue Sea Witch."

Etihw bowed and walked offstage with Kcalb as the curtains of the stage opened up. A young girl in a navy blue, sailor-like witch outfit stood center stage in front of a piano. She bowed to the crowd as everyone clapped for her, it was easy to see that she was a little nervous. "H-hello everyone, my name is Wadanohara..."

Amongst the onlooking crowd, a familiar scarred face stood out to Eddie. A shark finned familiar watched Wadanohara with a slight smile.


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The rest of the bloodbath went quickly, and Moerae found that although she herself sustained no injuries, there were too many Yoma about for her to protect the villagers from. Protecting the line of previous game-players didn't go as well as the Claymore hoped; she'd lost one human, who'd been dragged off into the bloodbath, and another had sustained a fatal-looking bite to the shoulder that took what seemed like both flesh and bone.

"My child!" a father was wailing to the sky as Moerae flicked the blood off her blade.

The wail cut off, and shuffling noises could be heard. Looking over just in time, the Claymore narrowly dodged the charging human, eyes wide as she watched the man huff, saliva and snot gathered over his face. His eyes, though, were livid with life — and rage.

"You! It's your fault!" the man shouted, a trembling finger pointed at Moerae. "It's your fault my Margot was killed! Why didn't you do your job properly?"

The girl blinked, understanding that the accusation was directed at her, but not understanding why. Were humans all so unreasonable? The man was accusing her in an attempt to find someone to blame other than himself. He'd been the closest one to his daughter, and he was the one who'd failed to shield the girl from the attacking Yoma, yet it was now Moerae's fault somehow.

I failed to cut down all the Yoma, yes, she thought, sheathing her sword as the man yelled in anger, preparing to charge again. But I'm not omnipotent, and there's no one to blame except the Yoma, and perhaps the world that we live in for being cruel.

The man ran at her, but Moerae was faster, dodging out of the way before her even finished his first step. But the man never finished; Raynald stepped back, a hand frozen at chest level as the human dropped, landing in a heap at the rank two's feet.

"A firm hand is all you need to deal with them," he told Moerae, dusting off his hands. He waved to the other Claymore. "Ansgar's making his own plans again, and you should probably listen. You're in them."

Hearing Raynald's words, Moerae quickly pinpointed where Ansgar was — it wasn't hard since the Claymore in question exuded Yoki when he didn't care enough to suppress it, the monstrous energy rolling off him as easily as light off the sun — and ran over, arriving within seconds.

Ansgar was currently up in Gideon's face, threatening the man. Moerae caught her name somewhere in the exchange — Gideon was to team up with her? What for?

"Oh, Moerae," Ansgar said, an easy grin on his face as he sauntered over. "Don't feel insulted that I'm getting you a bodyguard. It's just that you're new and rather inexperienced, and I have to make sure that you don't die on me. The last female — well, she was no fun. Weak — almost as weak as a human," he said, shrugging. "I got bored of her quickly — what fun is trying to tame the meek and submissive? — but you — you're stronger, aren't you?" he said, the same grin on his lips, except wider now.

Moerae dodged out of the rank one's way as he approached, mouth set in a hard line. This, she recognized. It was surprising to see that even the rank one was affected by such animalian qualities, but at the same time Moerae wasn't too surprised. Many a Claymore retained unfavorable traits after their transformation, and Ansgar was evidently among them.

"The organization didn't order such an action," she said flatly. Ansgar narrowed his eyes briefly, then relaxed again, his grin returning.

"Well the organization isn't much fun, is it?" he asked, laughing at his own joke. "Well, I say this meeting is dispersed. Nice seeing you all, and meeting you, Moerae," he said, waving a hand as he walked away. "See you all again — if you don't get offed first." With that, the rank one blinked into the wind, gone.

"I'd love to say that you should just ignore the idiot," Raynald said, breaking the silence, "but you'd both best follow. Ansgar's known for his temper, and his strength gets the organization to overlooks many of his unreasonable actions." The rank two paused, sighing. "Good luck to the both of you."

The rank two walked away as well, as did the rest of the group. Some cast curious looks as the left, while others looked rather amused at the whole thing.

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One could always count of Raynald to offer the cold, hard truth of the matter and he was spot on like he always was… Gideon and Morae could go their separate ways and maybe Asngar wouldn't find out immediately but it would only be a matter of time before he paid both of them a visit. They would not like those visits and it'd be questionable if they would even leave said encounter in one piece or even alive, it was too early to start making a noise and Gideon knew that so his only option was to quietly do as he's been told. It might prove valuable for him to find out more about this new Claymore, he wasn't about to make any assumptions about her but from his first impression she certainly seemed more tolerable than the others.

"Well I never saw this coming, we better get used to the fact that we're a team for the moment despite our own opinions. Believe me, I don't want this anymore than you do." He could have complained about their current predicament but it would do him no good at him, this was what life was going to be like until Ansgar decided otherwise or Gideon felt ready enough to make a move. It'd be interesting for him to discover if Morae would become an ally or an enemy in the long run, he hoped for the former but it was difficult to truly get to know another Claymore. From what he'd seen she appeared confident and surprisingly skilled, her ability to accurately detect Yoki was remarkable. Since his own Yoki sensing wasn't nearly as good, she'd strengthen one of his weaknesses and form this make-shift team into something formidable.

Gideon wasn't certain of what their next move should be, they could start heading back to their headquarters for further instruction or wait for one of their handlers to show themselves but who knows how long that'd take. And just like that he heard a familiar voice from behind him, he always had knack for approaching undetected and for a human that was an impressive feat.

"If it isn't my favourite silent Claymore and his new partner in crime…" Leon wore a smirk on his face, he was enjoying this and was unafraid to show it to these two. "What an unfortunate situation you two have found yourself in, Ansgar loves doing his own thing and who are we stop him having his fun?" His gaze drifted over to Morae as he regarded her coolly. "At the very least he made a good choice, you could have been partnered with much worse." He looked deep in thought for a few seconds before turning around and walking away with slow steps. "There is an awakened being in Gundor Keep, west of here, former rank four is held is using it as a feeding ground. It's been deserted for many years but the roads around it are often used by merchants and traders. Now it's a problem that needs dealt with, your problem to be exact. Goodluck." Leon waved a hand with a casual goodbye as he faded into the distance.

"I guess we better move out, there's no use in us being here anymore." Gideon didn't bother waiting for a response, he didn't even check to see if she was going to tag along but that was probably because she didn't have any other choice… just like he didn't. It was a fair walk over to Gundor Keep, he had passed it a few times before and though it was impressive, it was mostly ruins now and he never gave it a second thought. Technically this mission should have been easy for them, he could have done it solo but it was never smart to think all rank fours would be at the same level of power. He would know soon enough if she was going to be useful or simply a hindrance, Gideon found himself becoming increasingly excited to see how each new to was going to unfold as something wholly unexpected had just happened to him. Maybe this isn't going to be as bad as I first thought…


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Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Dwarf
Country of Origin: Since his mother was the only child to a minor noble of Mindirion and his father a Human from Miraheim, Kace spent half his life in Mindirion, learning etiquette, how to conduct himself as a highborn and receiving a general nobles education, before moving to Miraheim to learn to fight, to sail and how to be a man. He lived in Mindirion from the time he was born, until he was 13, and then lived in Miraheim for the remaining six years. He grew fond of both places and would call both of them home.

Appearance:

Due to his mixed race, Kace is about 5 feet, 5 inches tall. He typically wears silks and leathers in the colors of Mindirion and knee high supple leather riding boots when in the company of nobles or when he needs to make an impression, but when travelling or lounging, he prefers a generic and comfortable tunic, trousers, jacket and simple leather shoes. In combat, he wears gambeson, chainmail, brigandine, visored helm, greaves and bracers, all black and decorated with gold inlay. Sometimes he opts for a shield (in the same color scheme) and other times he prefers to wield just his sword or axe, or both in either hand.

Personality: Kace is a generally kind person. He's good at making friends, and really enjoys joking around and spending time at a pub or tavern with good friends. However, he also knows when a situation requires more tact. He's extremely mature for his age and finds himself skilled both in political strategy and military strategy.

 He's grown up around both smallfolk and nobles alike, leading to a very humble man, without classist prejudices, going against the norms of Dwarven society and their caste system. Kace knows the value of a good ally, making himself unlikely to go out of his way to make an enemy, but he also is a man of principle and a strong sense of right and wrong, and his willing to fight to defend his beliefs.

History: Kace's parents were neighbors on the border between Miraheim and Mindirion. Their families were feuding over a field that lay over both borders and the dispute turned bloody for a while before Kace's parents, Gisli and Ulvar, both young at the time, met and fell in love. They married and brought peace to their two families.

 Kace was born a year later. He received his mother's family name, Cilrok, as his middle name and, following the traditions of his father's people, received Ulvarsson as his last name. Zoden Cilrok was a minor noble house of Mindirion, owning a small estate in the northwest of the country which Kace's mother was the heir to. His father was a well-off Highman but not from noble stock. Kace was raised in his mother's house until he was 13, where he received a typical noble education before his family moved to his father's farmstead, just over the border, where he learned to fight and sail and be a typical Highman.

 Kace adapted well to living in both worlds of Dwarven nobles and Human warriors but his lives were distinct. He had his friends on either side of the border but never did the two worlds mix, unless he was with his parents. He found himself excelling at both fighting with a sword and with his words. Politics and warfare both came naturally to Kace and at the ripe age of 18, he found himself embroiled in an interhouse Civil War with the other dwarven houses, with half rebelling against the Rasuh Etar, and the other half remaining loyal. House Cilrok remained loyal and Kace himself, being a noble and having the training of both a Dwarf and a Highman, distinguished himself as a leader and strategist, only losing two battles in the course of the Seven Month War, both of which due to overwhelming odds, and unsuspected intervention. However, not only was his battle prowess tested, but also his political prowess. Kace, now having just turned 19, brokered the peace treaty that saw the end of the war, with both sides agreeing that since he was only half a Dwarf, he would be relatively impartial. He ended the Civil War and helped Orthen Durgon cement his power and restore peace. Hence why only a few months after his 19th birthday, he was sent for by the Monks, who saw the potential in someone who could both negotiate peacefully and aggressively.

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 Carries a shorter utility seax (about eleven inches long, meant for work on a farm or on a ship) at all times. During battles he opts for a longer and broader seax (about thirteen inches long, meant for combat and hewing limb from body.)

Side: Knights of Ekilore.

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ORIRIL, FIRST SWORD OF THE WILT-LEAF

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As the others quickly moved from the ship and walked ashore Oriril stayed back and watched as the humans conversed with one another. Had High Druid Valieon not made mention that the Monks requested a nobleman from Miracia he personally would have left humanity to itself. His cool gray eyes peered across the lot of the with mistrust as he made his way off the ship, the sound of masterwork elven greaves clunking against the deck. The day had been spectacular as nature tends to be and he couldn't help to stand in silent admiration of it. Until his eyes came to rest on the tower.

The craftsmanship could not be denied, of course, but here among nature it seemed so out of place. The marble looked TOO perfect...
too...Man-made. Just the thought of Old Aerion man creating such an presumptuous building reaffirmed in himself why humans couldn't be trusted. In a hurry get his assignment over with Ori quickly walked towards the entrance of the tower, bumping into a pair of men speaking with one another.

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Sir Roland Grey - Ekilore

It didn't take long for the rest of the gathered to arrive. Roland didn't do much to acknowledge them, even cocking an eyebrow but remained silent as the tattooed shorter man addresses him. He did acknowledge Sir Duncan when he arrived. The man was a radicalized holy warrior in Roland's eyes but he knew his skill was legendary.

"Sir Duncan," The knight gave Duncan a curt nod. "Yes, I'm sure you have." Roland replied in a mildly boasting manner.

"Ah, it is time my lords. Come right this way. Do watch your step. All these stairs can be such a chore," the Eunuch said with a sheepish smile. Roland did not see or hear a signal. Odd. Perhaps it was magic of some sort. Despite it's growing rarity, it would not be unheard of. The monks have had access to old magics for generations.

Roland entered through the door and climbed a brief staircase and entered the observatory. The group stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by the monks. They sat in what appeared to be small thrones on a stone platform that circled the outer edge of the room. There were seven in number, each of them cloaked in a grey-white robes with a hood hiding their faces. All except one who was not presently in his seat, instead gazing out the glass walls watching Aerion through the thin clouds.

As the group placed themselves in the middle of the room, the standing monk turned to face them, stepping down from his platform to meet them face to face. He stood taller with excellent posture than Roland and seemed to have a solid build. It was impressive considering the supposed age of the man, given that his hair had little color other than its full silver grey. His face was fairly youthful too with no disfiguring marks or facial hair. It was a bit disorienting really. Was this man old or young? The most unusual trait was his eyes however. They were a deep red and drew Roland in, as if they were attempting to hypnotize him.

The red eyed monk spoke with a strong voice: "Thank you for coming, brave Knights of Aerion. You stand in the room of the monks of this grand tower on a day that could decide the fate of this very world." The monk looked at the "knights" with a discerning eye, analyzing them one by one. He then smiled, as if he was pleased with the collection of men and women he had gathered. "We monks are gifted with many abilities that have been developed over the course of many long years. These abilities allow us to see things that others can not. In these visions, my fellow monks and I have seen something that brings great hope for this world. Through deeper mediations and some readings of ancient texts, I believe that we have found the possibility of everlasting peace" the monk said with a deep pause.

"It is no secret that Aerion has encountered many difficulties its rather grand history. With such things as pestilence, war, and famine all leading to many untimely deaths. It is all such a grim tale that I dare not elaborate any further. But..." the monk continued waving to the eunuch that escorted them earlier. "This artifact, known as the Orb of Ardor in your common tongue was a recurring motif in our visions," the monk said showing them a rough sketch of the orb from one of the books that clearly based on the condition was one of the most ancient of the many books in the Grand Library. "If the myths surrounding this orb hold true, this may be able to fix all that and end the chaos that is sweeping the land."

"And what do you want us to do?" Roland asked curiously.

"A fair question to ask," the monk replied. "This Orb was believed to be shattered long ago with its pieces becoming the desire of many because of its so called 'value' as a treasure with no owner being astute enough to realize its true purpose. This, in turn, caused the shards to be scattered across all of Aerion. For this prophecy to hold true, we must gather all these pieces to put the Orb of Ardor back together to unlock its power. Undoubtedly, you chosen few will become heroes."

"The quest will bestow its own rewards. Mountains of riches you shall receive," one of the monks said suddenly.

"The conclusion of this quest will fulfill all your ambitions, and thus you can finally revel in languor and indolence," said another.

"The pleasure of the flesh will be forever yours to partake."

"Others will look upon you with eyes of jealousy, at what you have accomplished, and at what they wish they had."

"Your cravings will eternally and everlastingly be fulfilled."

"Your thirst for battle will be seen, and in the end your enemies will fear your name. Your own might will be the last they see in your path of destructive power!"

"Your names and your legacies, that which binds you to this world, will be forever transformed on this quest. All shall know your names, and you will become more than what you are. You will become truly immortal," said the red eyed monk before them, being the final monk to speak allowing the other 6 to speak first. "And most importantly... you will save this world."

"Do you accept this quest?"

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Elric silently regarded each new arrival as they came to the entrance of the observatory. Though some of them introduced themselves, Elric did not reciprocate as of yet, merely watching each of the arrivals as they came. Finally, the eunuch returned to allow the knights into the presence of the Monks in their observatory. Apparently their company was complete. Elric looked over each of the men once more as they stepped through the door of the observatory: three men, himself included; one half-dwarf, if his size was any indication; and an elf.
As he entered the observatory, Elric removed his helmet and held it under his right arm. He gave his full attention to the monks, and particularly to the one who appeared to be their leader, and listened to the quest that the monks wished to set before them. The quest seemed nearly impossible, and the rewards seemed too good to be true, but Elric trusted the visions of the monks, and he trusted the gods to guide him and his fellow knights on this quest, and so, when the monks asked if they accepted the quest, Elric stepped forward, giving the monks a respectful bow. "I, for one, accept the quest," he announced.

[Assistant]
Kace stood for a few moments, anticipating a response. When all he received was a cocked eyebrow from one of the Ethorans, he dropped his smile and replaced it with a stoic look. He knew all too well these types of nobles, having grown up around many of them at court in Mindirion. He turned to face the door and awaited a signal to proceed.

 Three others arrived after Kace. Two more men and an Elf. Kace noticed a rather unfair amount of representation amongst those gathered. Once the Elf arrived, a Eunuch appeared to lead them to the monks. They all looked and sounded so similar that Kace could not tell if it was the same one who had led him here from the docks.

 When they entered the observatory, a monk with hypnotic pure red eyes began speaking. He spoke of riches and immortality. Things that Kace was not here for. He was here to protect his people and the world. He could not shake the uneasy feeling this group of mystics gave to him. However, he was here on a mission and he was not going to turn back just because more humans made him uncomfortable. When posed the question on if they accepted their quest, Kace was the second to step forward.

 "On behalf of House Cilrok of Mindirion, of the Highmen of Miraheim, and of the all the peoples of Aerion, I too accept your quest." Kace projected with confidence.


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Age: 24
Physical Appearance: Valerie's appearance seems very well put-together, almost embodying her background of nobility with a soft delicateness offset by steadiness, confidence, and inner strength. She has fair, unblemished skin, pale blue eyes, and long, dark brown hair most often secured in a low bun with a moderate amount of loose strands flitting about her face. Her height is a few inches on the tall side, and her physical build is slim and lithe, with subtle muscling visible where her clothing hugs her body. Obviously not a powerhouse of strength, but capable and in excellent condition.

Armor/Clothing: Her light-weight gear functions well enough with her style of combat and of fashion, and indeed, she finds the blend of noble elegance with mercenary ruggedness somewhat appealing, and some part of her even desires to stand out clearly from common sellswords. The high quality tailoring and craftsmanship speaks volumes about her history, or at least gives away that she wears clothes and gear more expensive than a common mercenary and adventurer just starting out should be able to afford.

Starting with her upper body, Valerie wears a long-sleeved and thin undershirt close fit to the point of a second skin. Over this she wears some actual protection, in the form of a light but sturdy leather breastplate to protect her heart and lungs. It was custom tailored for her and fits extremely well, secured around her neck and lower back. It cuts off just below her ribs, sacrificing some protection for the sake of full flexibility and range of motion.

Her leggings are closely fitted and comfortable linen, with some extra layering of leather around her thighs, hips, and waist to better protect her upper legs. Buckled loosely around her waist is her sword belt, as well as a decorative sash of dark blue silk with golden floral patterns. The sash flutters down from her right hip, partially concealing the hilt of the long, thin dagger sheathed there. Her boots are made of soft leather, designed more to be comfortable than tough, and are buckled below the knee, and again at the ankles.

Under her clothing she wears a pendant with the snowflake emblem of her family, secured on a very thin golden chain.

Weapons: Valerie's primary weapon is a thin, extremely sharp sword, most suited for dueling engagements but functional enough in other styles. It packs a surprising bite, given how quickly Valerie can strike with it, either thrusting or slashing, and can pierce many armor types. It's not a fragile weapon, either, and can block or parry incoming strikes if she needs to. Valerie can wield it with either hand (technically right handed, but she's very ambidextrous) or with both for added strength.

Her sidearm is a long, thin knife at her right hip, which she can wield in either direction front or back, but will only do so in the event that she is somehow disarmed of her sword.

Combat Overview: Speed, decisiveness, grace, and fluidity define Valerie's style. She's very well trained in the use of her weapon, and knows well how to make the most of situations with skillful deflections that turn blows aside rather than stopping them cold, and open up holes in her opponent's defenses for her to exploit. Her offense is swift and precise, and rarely forces her to overextend on the attack and expose vulnerabilities. On the defensive, Valerie is light-footed and agile, able to dodge most attacks lacking swiftness, while parrying attacks strong in speed but lesser in strength. And while she prefers single combat, she's both swift and aware enough to handle multiple enemies of lesser skill simultaneously. At full strength, Valerie is a deadly enemy to fight, with the speed and precision to turn small mistakes from her opponents into lethal ones.

She still has significant weaknesses to overcome, most stemming from her overall lack of actual experience in battle as opposed to rigorous training. Underhanded tactics can catch her off guard, and fighting hand to hand or grappling are both particular weaknesses of hers. Her physical endurance has not often been tested, and her choice of extremely light armor doesn't help much when she ends up getting hit. Despite her determination, she can only endure a limited number of wounds.

Personality: On the outside Valerie is quiet, calm, composed, an excellent picture of nobility. Inwardly she feels very passionately about causes she puts herself behind, something that can sometimes show in the heat of a conflict. She's quite sociable and kind with the majority of those she encounters, and tends to be both understanding and forgiving of others. She does, however, retain some aspects of her upbringing, and is just a touch vain.

Her morals are quite strong, and indeed drive her to do things that have little benefit for her to offset the risk. She believes the position of power she was born into gave her a responsibility to help those beneath her, rather than a right to rule over them.

History: Valerie is the third child of four of the wealthy and powerful Winter family of the kingdom of Ardennia, and the only daughter. While not in line to rule the kingdom, her family watched over a large swath of diverse land with farms, towns, forests, rivers, and small mountains. Her kingdom, however, had an expansionist king with dreams of conquering their northern neighbor and expanding his domain. After years of military swelling and building of tension, war was declared following a loosely conceived insult against them, likely fabricated for an excuse to attack.

The Winter family was called, and answered. Valerie and her brothers had been trained among other things in the art of war, and were to serve as commanders of varying levels in the army. Valerie, however, refused the call, bringing some shame upon her family and soon forcing her to leave her home. She traveled far from her kingdom's borders, using her honed skills with the sword to pay her way in adventuring, which she took to naturally. Her experience thus far is limited, but it has served to build up her confidence, and reassure her that she made the correct choice in leaving her home behind.

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The jerky came as a welcome distraction while Valerie waited for the pain to subside, even if she wasn't particularly hungry. The conversation was much for the same purpose, although she was curious. She'd just come suddenly much closer to an angry wyvern than she'd ever wanted to, and she still felt a bit jittery from the adrenaline.

"Two years well spent, if you ask me," she said, putting away the cloth. "We probably wouldn't have escaped so well back there without it." Valerie didn't envision any kind of magical training in her own future, but she supposed it would be foolish to rule it out. For the moment she had enough to learn. She laughed a little at Markus's comment about his lack of a life beyond mercenary work. "Well, we'll have to work on that when we get back."

After a few more minutes of rest they started moving again, delving through the thickening forest. It was a bright day, with the sun thankfully piercing through the trees above them. Valerie imagined it would be easy enough to get lost in here without the proper guidance.

"What do you think that smoke we saw came from?" she asked. She figured that would be their first target, assuming they had no more unfortunate encounters with winged creatures.

[Assistant]
He was glad to hear his hard work on learning some spells was appreciated, especially by a fellow mercenary. Often time he felt like a very poor wizard rather than a Swordmage in earnest. He knew differently though, and this Swordmage couldn't hide his grin at her remark on when they got back. One more reason why I want to live through this. Though honestly, he was quite excited for what lay before them. He was pragmatic, and he'd like to think he wasn't stupid, but there was a reason he took on this job. No one forced him into it, and it seemed Valerie felt the same way. A passionate sense of adventure and excitement, and knowing by the end of the day that they had survived great odds.

"I'm not sure. Orcs probably." he said to her question, as they began again. "There aren't any people out here... Save mainly some bandits." His last remark was an afterthought, but he realized that very well might be a truth.

They trudged through the ever thickening forest. Branches and leaves making a ubiquitous and oddly shaped roof that shielded them from the majority of the sun. Somehow, it was not so cold in the forest as it should have been, as if the air was thick enough to leave some residual heat for itself. He'd heard tales of deep wilderness like this one, many from his Elven tutor. In the far woods, you could be beglamoured by Nymphs, assailed by Centaurs, meet beasts the size of townhouses, or Elves that were not as forgiving or as accustomed to civilization as his old master.

It seemed their next obstacle wouldn't be nearly as fantastic as these, but dangerous if left unchecked, nevertheless. The two young sellswords first heard a chittering and a barking laughter. Markus held his hand out just in case Valerie had not heard it yet so she would stop to listen, but she probably had. Better to be safe than sorry. Goblins.

The Swordmage crouched, unsheathing his sword as quietly as he could and making his way to the closest bush that was toward the noise. He knelt down and peered through the brush, and he was quite glad he had not been humming an Elven tune a bit ago or they would have been discovered.

At first it was hard to see them with all of this green, for their skin was a sickly and mottled moss green. They were barely waist height and thin, with elongated ears and noses. Their eyes were filled with malice and a cruel cunning, however. Their hands gripped spears and jagged scimitars, and they chatting among each other in what looked like a small meeting. There were 7 of them in all, it seemed, standing at the center of the next clearing. Two of them prodded each other with their devilish fingers at the side of the meeting, clearly on opposing sides of whatever was going on.

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Valerie would gladly take on bandits at the moment, if it meant avoiding another run-in with a wyvern. Of course, the reality of it was that they would probably run into them both, considering the poor luck they'd started out with. And any bandits surviving out here would no doubt be of a tougher stock than the kind Valerie had dealt with in the past.

She kept close as they moved through the forest, the thickening foliage providing her with yet another obstacle should a fight come about. Valerie still needed a great deal of practice maneuvering in these sorts of environments to be able to do it efficiently, or quietly. With focus at least she could avoid snapping every wayward branch and crunching every pile of fallen leaves. It would have to do.

The sound of the goblins reached her ears easily enough, as the mood on their walk had been far more tense than when they started out, with good reason. She crouched beside Markus, finding an opening in the brush big enough to see through and observe the foe. The goblins were hardly as imposing as orcs, but they had a significant numbers advantage, and those wicked spears and blades could wound or kill easily enough. Valerie didn't much like the idea of attacking them head on. She supposed they could go around, but their odds of sneaking by didn't seem too favorable either.

"Can we manipulate them somehow?" she asked, whispered as quietly as she could. "Turn them on one another, to whittle them down?" They didn't seem to like each other too much, from what she could tell, and they were obviously prone to violence. How to stir up a fight between them, she didn't know. Maybe just waiting would do the trick. "Whatever you want to do, I'm with you. I'll follow your lead."

[Assistant]
Markus heard Valerie's suggestion, and began to attempt to figure a way they could do that. His mind whirled with possibilities, but at the end he decided that he wouldn't be able to think of anything on the fly. He shook his head. "Whatever you want to do, I'm with you. I'll follow your lead." she said. He gave her a nod, his eyes steeled. He leaned in even closer, giving a whisper. His gaze had not left the Goblins. "I think the best shot we have is to maximize the element of surprise." he told her, his words barely audible.

He placed a hand on her shoulder, and this time looked her in the eyes. "When I give the word, attack the Goblins on the right. They've no armor. Thrust quickly, and you can have two dead before the third realizes what's happened. I'll go left." He waited for her to confirm, and then he looked back at the diminutive creatures before them. He squeezed her shoulder one last time, before his hand slipped off and grabbed the sheath of his sword for a two handed grip.

Past the bushes, they prodded one another with words and fingers. Chittering and barking at one another in their cruel and alien language. Markus had learned a bit of Orc, but most of the Goblin language eluded him. They spoke too quickly and used too many guttural squeaks to be coherent to him.

Just that second, one of the Goblins poked another a bit too hard. The other did not take too kindly to that and slapped him. It would be comical if the two sellswords weren't about to jump into the fray. Suddenly, the slapped Goblin tackled the other. The other Goblins gathered around to watch and screech, waving their weapons about and threatening to join in. "Now."


[System]
Character Concept: "Sometimes the sum is greater than the parts..."
Gender: Male
Background: In his previous life, Velte was a young female Asian-American college student enrolled in an architectural design course and worked from home via the computer. One day the girl went outside to look for bargains and unfortunately suffered from an unexpected heart attack in the middle of a shopping trip in the entertainment district, solely due to incredibly bad luck on her part. Death came far too fast for the paramedics to deal with and the woman breathed her last on Earth... only to realize that she lucked out and was now reincarnated into another world as a different race, armed with a supernatural power however weak it was. To say she was super excited about becoming an androgynous elf in a fantasy world was a severe understatement.
Level: 1
Class: Fusionist
Race: Elf
Attribute: Focus
Gift: <<Fusion>> The power to combine various objects or aspects together to form an entirely new existence. For example, he can fuse two pebbles to make a rock or a stick plus some feathers to make a crude wooden arrow. As Velte levels up, he'll have greater control over the end product while being able to create increasingly more complicated creations, culminating in even being able to craft new lifeforms in the shape of chimaera from various creature samples or create complicated golems out of various parts. Living things fused by Velte can be somewhat influenced by him due to having imprints of his thoughts infused into them during the creation process while automatons can be used as puppets guided by his mental mind. As a rule of thumb, the bigger and more complicated the sums are, the longer the fusion process will take and the lower the success rate is along with more mental energy and stamina expended on his part. Trying to make things too far above his current power weight can even cause pain so great that Velte knocks himself unconscious due to the mind being too undeveloped to piece the parts together. Currently all he can really do is work with somewhat small and simple objects such as houseplants and slimes.
Equipment: Just the clothes on his back for now.

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四百二十燃やせ！！！

"Cinco de Mayo?" Rayo muttered under his breath. His head was not feeling right once the barrage of noises had entered his ears. He stretched his hands out and could feel a futon beneath him. He raised his eyebrow and began questioning the environment around him. The luchador wiped his forehead, but came to find he was wearing a mask.

"Oh, I'm a luchador now," he sighed. Rayo smacked his lips to get rid of the morning taste out of his mouth. Stretching his arms out, he let out a lengthy yawn. And then his calmness had died down. "Wait, I'm a luchador!"

The Lightning Dragon jumped to his feet in a quick succession. He admired his built body and could not believe the transformation. "This calls for a celebration!" He bellowed out as he stormed out of the room without a second thought. The luchador was surprised to see a parade marching out and having a good time. It would be best to question the existence of a random parade, but on the other hand, when you find out you're a luchador, you have to celebrate. Despite them being altered animals, it was best to ignore it. Rayo was in a lightning dragon luchador costume; he had no right to judge.

 He hurriedly jumped into the middle and followed along. His body moved to the beat of the drums and his hips bounced back and forth. There was nothing stopping him from enjoying his dreams of finally becoming a fighter. Although, his partying was cut short once the hoorays and hoorahs were beginning to be replaced by nerve-wrecking shouts and cries. "Que?"

[Assistant]
The Noble Swordswoman who does not Tolerate Evil

The grass felt soft on her skin. The girl with the dark, blue-ish hair slowly opened her eyes, blinking several times as she slunk up and back into her knees. For a few moments, all she could really perceive was that she was outside, and that there were people around her, who were similarly strewn about on the grass in a rather haphazard fashion. The last thing she remembered was... making her character? Like it was some kind of role-playing game or something... That's right. The man with the gun, she hadn't had a choice. She had to stop him no matter what. And then he'd shot her as she brought him down...

Mimori had died with the knowledge that she'd saved so many people. And yet... she hadn't really died, had she? Because she was here. Very much breathing and alive. ... In... in...

What was this embarrassing outfit?! Who... who would ever make her wear something like this?! She couldn't have woken up in something more respectable?!

It seemed like an odd thing to be concerned about after suddenly reviving from the dead in a completely new place(hadn't she been falling or something as well?) but the young woman's cheeks colored mildly in embarrassment as she looked down at herself. But after a few moments, she firmly shook her head. No, it wasn't the time to be worrying about that, now, was it? It absolutely wasn't. First she had to check on the well-being of the other people here.

Methodically, she went from each unconscious form, checking them for injuries. Satisfied that the seemed unharmed, she came to a stop near one and gently shook them.

"Are you okay? You haven't been harmed, have you?" she asked. Attempting to wake them seemed like the next logical step, after all.

But then she heard... a scream?!

Was someone in danger?!

One of the others had already awakened, and already guessed at the same outcome...! Unable to stop herself from pursuing(what if the girl was running into danger? And they had to help whoever else was in trouble...) Mimori followed the hooded girl.

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The Immature and Explosive Mage Girl Looking to Make the Most of This

... Well.

This was... new. There were people. And... things that looked like people but looked like someone had bolted animal bits onto them. A lot of them. It was some kind of big party, insofar as she could tell, where everyone was having a good time. The tiny blonde girl pushed up her oversized hat and peered deeper into the crowds. There sure was a lot of commotion, here. She was surrounded on all sides by a bunch of people and weird animal thingies. But it looked like a festival, didn't it...?

... Miyu's sweet tooth flared to life. Right after reviving, she'd been dropped into a festival! She didn't care how that worked, she just knew it meant candy. And eating candy for the first time in her new form would be great, wouldn't it?! Wouldn't it?! Of course it would be! Sporting a rather excited smile, her far too long coat dragging on the ground behind her, the girl shuffled forward... and promptly stopped when she heard a scream. Up until then she'd just be filled with a flurry of excitement, but then... that was not right. And now there was... people were definitely scared rather then excited.

Well.

"... Hmph, I'm not reviving just to be caught by some losers calling themselves something lame like that," Miyu commented. Oh, it was scary, but... 'The Wild Hunt'? Hmph! With that, the tiny girl turned tail and immediately broke into a highly unimpressive sprint.

It seemed she was about as athletic as you'd expect from a tiny, harmless-looking nine-year-old in oversized clothing.

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Battlefield Survival Guide for Dummies

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At first things were going pretty good, Sonia simply lied there taking in the crisp blue sky above. Her mind was in a strange state of panic and serenity; on one hand she did just die, not to mention the experience of falling face first into a mountain wasn't all that pleasant, but also she was still damn well enjoying the prospect of a new, exciting life. Sure she wasn't a he anymore... but that didn't matter, it was a decision she made for herself and it felt awesome. No more late nights at a job she hated, no more living in a damp, cold apartment, none of that. This was going to be her new life, one filled with adventure and for once she is going to be happy.

It was then the rumbling finally registered with the newly minted catgirl, Sonia realized it had been there the whole time. Suddenly she got curious, what was it? She sat up, although not without noticing the alien feeling of her own body even just ignoring the very obvious ears and tail, it was still a lot different from her old, male form. Quickly it dawned upon Sonia what the rumbling was all about, a freaking massive army is really hard to miss after all, then of course when she turned towards the other direction she found the other one.

Her earlier optimism gave away to a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, holy shit was she about to lose her life before it even began? Sonia tried finding a logical reason why not to be afraid, she was just a stranger to these people, maybe they'll leave her alone because a really confused catgirl doesn't make much of a threat, although as she looked around some more that apparently probably wasn't going to be the case. First, she actually wasn't alone there were others with her, she had no idea who they could be and quite frankly had bigger problems to tackle. Second, the corpses. The scene around her wasn't all that pretty, a couple of dead soldiers were strewn all over the place. Again that sick feeling returned to her because she didn't have to guess how they died.

With shaky legs she had to stand up, there was no way she could survive this by just sitting there. Sonia's attention was instantly drawn by the equipment left behind by those soldiers... hell what was she thinking about doing? Without bothering with any of her "companions" she ambled towards the nearest corpse, in the dead man's hand was a sword. It was a life and death situation, it was no time to complicate the morality of battlefield looting. With a deep exhale she crouched over the man, then started to pry his cold fingers from the weapon, the action still felt wrong. Eventually it was free and she simply took it in own hand. The blade was coated in a fine layer of dried blood, and the metal was obviously rusted, plus the edge had more than just a few niches in it, still at least she had a weapon now. She reasoned with enough force it could still maybe do some damage. To the side she found something else, a shield. It was a simple wooden one, but much like the sword it wasn't in stellar condition. The boards were bent and it barely formed a defensive layer. Not to mention it smelled heavily of mold from sitting in the mud for so long, but again like with the sword at least she had something else to defend herself with.

After that she didn't know what to do. She was technically armed, although not like she could fight off an army by herself, especially considering she didn't even know the first thing about fighting. Sonia just assumed she would suddenly have that knowledge, or she would have time to learn, seems like that wasn't going to happen. So instead she just stood there, waiting for either army to finally reach her.

[Assistant]
It's Hero Time! Maybe! Hopefully!

Coming back into focus was something that was strange for the newly awakened person, especially since they distinctly remembered suffering and then dying from a powerful pain their chest. Most likely that was a heart attack, though the surprising thing was that their eyes could be open once more. Even more out of the ordinary was that the streets where they were had been replaced by a completely different environment, not a hospital or even the morgue like expected, but a wide open grass plain under a blue sky with a questionable looking winged lizard flapping about in the distance- much too realistic looking to even consider being CGI. Dull surprise was the reaction to such a scene.

And then there were more alarming factors to consider. Everything looked bigger, as though the body had shrunk and the perspective was forcibly lowered. Hair that drifted into view in the breeze looked explicitly light blue, too natural and healthy looking to be compared with died colors. Skin was pale instead of olive, softer and very much lacking in any muscle definition indicating lack of exercise. Center of balance was off, hips seeming to be narrow and shoulders somewhat broader. And finally, that last clue that something was very wrong... A most alien feeling. "..." Slender fingers hooked into the hem of the pants to pull it far enough that one could look down but not low enough to show anything off to the world. "!" Surprise and bewilderment followed by the heady rushing of blood to the head as they found a part that definitely shouldn't have existed attached below the belt, the owner almost swooning from the great shock.

"I'm a boy?!" An alto pitch resounded into the surroundings, indicating a youthful yet undeniably boyish voice came from within the new body, the feeling of an Adam's apple moving under that slender neck which soon gulped unconsciously. Trembling hands felt the face, finding features tha were gentle and smooth and freezing once more in yet another bout of confusion as they touched the ears. They were angular and somewhat sharpish instead of rounded, lacking earlobes and feeling triangular in nature. "...Elf?" A hoarse whisper, though one with quite a bit of interest infused into it. "...Right, this is... Too realistic to be a dream..." Mumbling came as the newly dubbed male elf wrapped his mind around the changes, a bevy of mixed feelings swirling about.

The scream of a characteristic damsel in distress rang out nearby, instantly snapping the boy out of his thoughts and instinctively making the new frame start dashing into the rough direction of the sound. Fitness seemed to be lowered, but hearing was heightened so there was no worry about being lost. Small hands clenched, their owner feeling unsure if this new body could realistically be of much help at the moment. Still, he ran, a mad dash towards the unsavory situation due to a combination of morality and worry for the source of the distress. To cover the ears and leave just because the body was weak, that was an excuse for those of weak minds and hearts. Still, the newly christened elf hoped he could actually provide aid.