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The Shining Hoplite

Background: Iolanthe's upbringing was a simple one, she was born in Athens, to a silk weaver of a mother, and a father who was an archer in the city state's army. War was commonplace in Greece, and engulfed much of the young girl's life. Even though Greece was solidified as a country before Iolanthe's time, frequent disputes between Athens, and its neighboring city states, such as Sparta, and Corinth, hardened the girl's outlook on life. At age nine, she lost her father, who died in battle during the Achaean-Roman wars, which ultimately resulted in a loss for Greece. During this time, Iolanthe was young, but she was much unlike the girls her age, many of which sought after boys, or tried their hands in the trades; perhaps it was because her father was Spartan, the desire to do battle ran deep in her blood, and vengeance was lustfully sought after. Young Iolanthe played stick fighting with the boys, and came home with many a bruise at the end of each day. Deeper in to the war, at age ten, Iolanthe realized she had a power unlike any other, the ability to see things that nobody else could, with a precision to mock the gods, she was blessed, and joined the Greek army as a scout. Iolanthe's teen years involved practicing swordplay with the local militia, who adored her spunk, and manning the country's beacon outposts, where she could properly utilize her vision.

Perhaps if Iolanthe was older, she might have been better able to help her country fend off the Romans. Word reached Athens of Corinth's fall, only years after the unity of Greek city states. She wanted to join in the army's march, but was not allowed, luckily, for they were defeated in battle. When the superpower that was Rome finally pushed onwards to Athens, there little the city could do. Iolanthe's teenage years were spent during Rome's domination of Greece.

At age twenty, Iolanthe's vengeful mind was mostly quelled, for life with the Romans wasn't so bad, love for the gods was shared across the empire, and there was little more than a language gap. Eventually, Iolanthe went on to become a priestess to the stars, assuming a religious life might quell her inner rage. She observed the stars, and marked many points on astrological charts, but years passed by in boredom, and she eventually fell in with old allies that fled the Corinthian war. The complete annihilation of Corinth caused enough backlash to give reason to the Greeks, to create a secret rebellion, of which Iolanthe joined, and fought back against the Romans.

During Iolanthe's third battle against the romans, she was met by a powerful adversary on the battlefield. She proved herself invaluable in battle, many a legionnaire flinched before her skill with the spear and aspis, however the Romans had a secret weapon, a man with a magic voice, who invoked this power upon the hoplites of Rome. Using his voice, he cursed and brainwashed the Greeks to serve Rome, and Iolanthe became the man's prize and joy. She was directly integrated in to the royal Legion, and her meddle was tested against the many artifacts seized by Rome - that is when they discovered the truth, she was Hyperion's champion.

Personality: Honour and virtue above all other things, Iolanthe's pride and pursuit of glory often compel and motivate her actions. In battle, she is tempered, but extremely analytic, her eyes of course being blessed by the divines. With ease, she can determine the motives of an individual simply by observing their physical gestures, making her seem very wise. Quick thinking has saved this hoplite more often than anything else, she is intelligent enough to convince hardened warriors of her usefulness, even in an age dominated by men.

Appearance:
Beneath her helmet, Iolanthe is a beautiful woman, with rosy cheeks & lips, her eyes are a dark brown, just slightly darker than her long chestnut coloured hair. Her complexion is often marred by dirt, sweat, or bruises from battle, and her thin nose tilts slightly to her left. Standing upright, without shoes, Iolanthe is five feet, and ten inches tall. She is musclebound, with very large thighs and calves, and oddly squarish shoulders. She has smaller than average sized breasts, and a wide hip ratio.

Equipment:
↳ Hyperion: The legendary sword-lance, named after a titan god who fathered the sun, moon, and dawn; its blade is six feet long, its handle two, with a bladed hilt on the back end. This weapon's shape and form changes depending on the time of day, and it is otherwise the most indestructible item in Iolanthe's armour. When the sun is high, the lance glows a bright gold, harmful to the naked eye if stared at for too long, in this state, the lance's blade becomes superheated, allowing it to melt through metals given enough time and force. Unlike most lances, Hyperion's spearhead is flat, and sharpened to act as both a slashing and piercing weapon. When the cowl of night looms overhead, Hyperion's Selenic form awakens, and it loses its glow, turning ice cold and invisible. At dawn, or dusk is when Hyperion is most deadly in battle, in its Eon form, the spear becomes ethereal; at dawn, it glows brightly, and burns whatever it passes through, at dusk, the reverse effect, anything struck by the incorporeal blade will be frozen.

↳ Aspis & Hoplon: Iolanthe sports two shields at all times, and incorporates them in a very defensive fighting style. The first, an Aspis of two feet in diameter is attached to her right shoulder, with room bored out of the top side so that it does not interfere with her head-space. The second shield, a larger three-foot hoplon, is often brandished on her left forearm, and attached tightly so that it does not fall off in battle - her hand is mostly free, however still hidden behind the shield, she has practice in wielding her gladius behind the shield's dome. Both shields are made of steel, and gilded with bronze, the larger of the two weighs about fifteen pounds, whilst the pouldron is just over half of that.

↳ Gladius: Two short swords are equipped to Iolanthe's hip, one on each side. The swords are made of steel.

↳ Panoply: A full set of armour, comprising of both Greek and Roman crafts. A signature muscle cuirass, uniquely crafted for her, allowing room for her breasts, unlike most Greek armours which are made for men. A Legionnaire's helmet, signifying her service to the Roman legion. Bracers equipped to both her wrists, and shins. A metal plated skirt protects much of her legs and waist. Iolanthe wears no smaller pauldrons, nor any plates for her joints, so her movements aren't that hindered.

↳ Cloak: A crimson red cloak is fastened to rings attached to the back plating of Iolanthe's armour. Fully aware that getting clothing stuck in battle can become a fatal mistake, the cloak is detachable if tugged on hard enough, or she may unhinge the rings with the hilt of her spear.

Abilities:
↳ Hyperion's Blessing: Like most Greek gods, Hyperion has a favored champion, Iolanthe, his blessing upon her is the power to brandish his legendary spear without being burnt or frozen.

↳ First Principle: Iolanthe's eyes were blessed at birth, and throughout her life, she realized her true power was not a martial art, nor in the trades or crafts, but a scholarly prowess. Her observational skills are beyond human, proven so during her city state's war against Rome, where Iolanthe was able to spot the Roman army on the horizon, and calculate exactly how many men marched, as well as exactly what kind of weapons and siege engines they brought to the battlefield. Her visual prowess goes even beyond distance, fog, smoke, and darkness only vaguely disrupt her line of sight, she is capable of staring at the sun without burning her eyes, and her mind is exceptionally quick to react to anything she perceives as an immediate threat.

↳ Physicality: Unlike many other champions, Iolanthe lacks the upper body strength to push boulders, or wrestle minotaurs, however she does have her qualities. Her thigh and calve muscles are immense, and she is fully capable of enduring powerful impact attacks, if she blocks them with her shield, and channels the kinetic energy through her legs. It is difficult for even the strongest of champions to break Iolanthe's brace, due to the sheer power of her lower body. Her dashing speed is formidable, however the weight of her armour is cumbersome, she is well known for her short dashes, which add tremendous force to lance thrusts.

[User]
Gonad jogged into view, all hot and sweaty. He slid to a stop at the food, looking over the meager fare with a merry eye before selecting a pot of wine. The large man chugged it down with relish, and then filled the empty pot up with the rest of the food. First dibs and all. He did leave a consolation prize though, as it was customary in his village to honor food givers by bequeathing unto them the honorable remnants of meals past. Before leaving the stone table to go do some stretches, he'd have climbed upon it and dropped his tassets, squatting. His rippling thigh muscles tensed...

Thick ropes of firm doodoo snaked from his arse, coiling into a steaming, bespeckled hillock. The pile grew higher and higher, truly a gratuitous offering. Gonad's face grew red, a single purple vein bulging from his forehead as he strained. A fat, egg shaped wallet of dung dropped upon the poo mound like a greased cherry atop a warm chocolate sunday. One by one, several smaller, more compact turdlets fell from the heaving hindquarters of the warrior, tumbling down the grand slopes of shit mountain.

The barbarian knew now that the hardest part had yet to come. He gritted his teeth, tendons in his neck throbbing. A sputtering fusillade of shart shrapnel blasted from his buttocks, the poopy potshots dousing the table and ground like paint cast from a wet brush. The barbarian's teeth chattered now, lips pulled back in a grimace of effort as a single, massive log emerged in slow motion to the ode of Also Sprach Zarathustra.
This elongated monkey-missile descended from on high, crushing into the corn populated caca castle, heralded by a resounding fanfare played from a lone but thunderous tushie trumpet.

His business finished, Gonad hiked up his drawers and hopped off the table to go warm up for the battles to come.

[Assistant]
D'Angelo leaned up against one of the statues of an angel, his cowl pulled up and cloak wrapped around him as he stared ahead onto the path and then the many paths that it would become. There was no way to know exactly where each path would lead, it was a crap shoot. As far as he could discern one path was as good as the next. He clicked his tongue against his teeth and waited patiently, occasionally a gloved hand would appear and he would tear off a piece of dried meat or take a swig of water.

He was content to wait in relative peace, enjoying the calm before the storm as it were. Yet, something always had to ruin the moment, something always went wrong. It was so when D'Angelo heard someone step up on one of tables and take care of business. He had only meant to look over his shoulder and see what the commotion was, yet when his dark eyes came upon the horrendous act that Gonad was committing he simply couldn't look away.

"You are a disgusting Neanderthal." He said plainly and loud enough to be heard. Truthfully, D'Angelo didn't have the words to express the level of disrespect and complete idiocy he just witnessed, he could only give a stern look of a disapproval and then shake his head. He hoped that one died first.


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 128
Race: Wood Elf

Sitting at a comfortable 5' 10" Lanithil is deceptively thin. His race is revealed in his pointed ears and pure pale skin while his woodland heritage is given away by his piercing leaf green eyes and long flowing oak brown hair. Casually he wears a deep green tunic with dark brown pants. In battle, he dawns leather armor with distinctive leaf patterns and the blue cloak of the inquisition. He also paints his face with markings long believed to help conceal their wearer.

Personality:
Though he moves and speaks with the grace of most elf kind, you will soon find the soft smile of Lanithil is a mischievous one. A jokester at heart, Lanithil will often say or do things to cheer up the bleak moods of his comrades, even if it causes him some trouble. Even to an elf like him Lanithil sees life as too short to be taken serious all the time. One must learn to laugh and enjoy life for it to be worth it. And yet, you will not find such foolishness with Lanithil on the field of battle. Once his bow is drawn, the ranger takes hold. He will follow orders without question, move with silence and haste, and kill without hesitation.

History:
The son of two woodland rangers, Lanithil Valkas was destined to take up the bow for his people. From an early age he was trained in a number of skills from guerilla warfare to wilderness survival. He had daily weapon practice with bows and short swords becoming deadly proficient in both. While many of his kind we're trained in the same arts, Lanithil was exceptionally gifted, but to his superiors, this was not always a good thing.

While Lanithil took his training seriously, he often found entertainment in using them for pranks and other practical jokes. One of his favorites was discreetly suspending a bucket of water from a rope, hiding nearby with his bow, shooting the rope once someone walked underneath, and stealthily leaving the area while a fuming elf looked for him. At least that was the plan. A few times he chose the wrong target for his pranks or made a mistake in his getaway that ended in his apprehension.

By the time he graced one hundred and entered adulthood, Lanithil had grown out of his prankster ways but retained the knowledge of his mistakes. With this plus a century of training under his belt, it was no question if he was ready for the rangers. He spent the next 25 years serving faithfully until one day mysterious tracks were discovered just outside Ilanas. After several days following the trail, Lanithil and his squad came upon a group of skinnui blight.

Though it was an easy fight, their very presence in the elves forest disturbed Lanithil. Having read the stories of what these creatures had done before, Lanithil decided to leave the rangers and join the Inquisition so that he could better protect his homeland. Having now spent 3 years with the Inquisition, Lanithil has learned a great deal about this enemy and is ready to face them.

Equipment:
Elven longbow - Crafted from the wood of the ancient trees in Ilanas and made custom to fit the needs of its user. Such a weapon is only made for the rangers of Ilandell, and the Inquisitors upon request.

Elven short swords - Dual curved blades made by the finest Smith's in Ilandell. Their sharpness and outstanding durability are only matched by the craftsmanship of the dwarves.

Hard leather armor - Standard for all rangers. Provides some protection without cost of mobility.

Blue cloak - While Lanithil preferred the dark green cloak of his people, he finds the blue of the inquisition to work well when hiding under the glow of night.

Magic: N/A

Extra:
Deep in the great forest of Ilanas lies the tree city of Ilandell, home of the wood elves. Centuries ago, for one of non-elven decent to even enter the sacred woods bore the penalty of death. While their woodland brothers were only permitted to come and go under cover of night as to avoid detection. Such strict ruling kept their people and secrets safe from the greed and blood lust of the other races for a time, but the same reclusive nature nearly lead their demise.

Trusting themselves alone and holding little care for anything outside their borders, the wood elves refused to join the inquisition when it formed as they had not yet been hit by the blight. They had repelled countless attacks from other nations before, why would this foe be any different? If only they had listened.

There are many accounts of how the blight made their attack on Ilanas. Some say they crept unnoticed in the night and struck in surprise, while others claim it was a large force that mercilessly assaulted the forest. Either way, the outcome was the same; for the first time in history, the city of Ilandell had been taken.

Those that remained quickly saw the error in their ways and pledged allegiance to the inquisition. With the full support of the other races, the wood elves led a three day campaign to reclaim their homeland. Once they had succeeded, the wood elves continued aiding the inquisition until the land was finally cleansed of the blight. To show their gratitude towards the other races, the wood elves opened the forest and city to all and have since remained loyal to both the inquisition and the council.

[User]
Act: I

Giants of the north

All around the battlefield numerous spears were pulled from their hosts. One by one the roots swelled up against the shafts of the spears and removed them from the corpses; though unlike before the strange red glow did not dissipate off the spear, instead it seemed to glow a slight bit brighter than before. The giant noticed this, with a quick tilt of his head from side to side as it observed the shamans work. It seemed to be indifferent about the spears this time, however, and his attention quickly returned to the small man with the big spear in front of him, at least until River's magic hit him. The torrent of water crashed hard against the breastplate of the monster causing the all-too-familiar red-lightning like lines to arch out and destroy the oncoming water magic; except for the red-hot area that was hit with the caustic acid already. There the armor groaned and buckled until numerous small cracks formed causing small sections of the armor to break apart and fall away. The creature roared in defiance as it watched as its once perfect armor now cratered inward as steam continued to pour upwards from the spot. "You," the creature pointed at River, "I kill you-" the creature paused as a blast of lightning crashed into its ankle, though it was absorbed by the magical property that the armor seemed to possess.

"Stupid magic beings I stronger than that," the creature groaned as he pointed towards Lilianna, "you die ne-" the creature started before being interrupted by the illusion magic of Aredeyr. It eyed the phantom creatures before it before it returned its gaze towards the shimmering outline that was Gilead.

"Stupid magic, silly creatures, I see you still! I champion, I strong, I-" the creature started once again but was, this time, interrupted by a monstrous Inquisitor.

"Let's see just how strong you are," Kharne shouted as he grabbed hold of the creatures back as he pushed the monster forward.

"I stronger than-" the creature was rocked off balance by a spear of fire magic conjured by Ardur that dug deep into the exposed section of armor. A cloud of smoke and broken metal surged forth into the air as the monster roared once again with the sad moan of a creature in pain. The armor cratered inward even further at the spot now, pushing nearly several inches deep at the deepest spot, The creature fell backwards and flayed his arms enough after the strike to throw Kharne off his back, before he caught his balance moments before a second fire spear struck the beast; though this time the aim was off and it instead crashed into the right breastplate, being negated by the magical armor.

"Inquisitors," Ardur groaned as he gripped his side with his hand, "that beast is resistant to our magic attacks," he paused as he pointed towards the cratered remains of what was the left side of the breastplate, "except for that area. Focus your magic there," he paused as he turned towards the soldiers, "keep your distance still," he paused as he turned his attention to Kharne, "Kharne, do that again and Gilead get ready for your window," he finished shouting as he turned his attention back towards Lilianna, "all hands on deck for this mission, the Inquisition needed all her members," he paused as he turned his attention back towards the beast. "espically with an enemy as unknown as this, your skills will prove most useful," he finished with a smirk.

His Inquisitors had fumbled in their initial exchange with the beast but they had created a very real weak spot for them to exploit. It seemed the caustic acid from Kharne had neutralized whatever magical barrier the beast employed. While some Inquisitors had fumbled with their own discovery of this, Ardur knew that it was just a matter of time before they felled the monstrous beast and claimed victory this day.

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Irritated at the beasts reluctance to move, he had to give him some credit for he was smarter than he appeared. River grit his teeth, eyes dancing about the battle field looking for some edge in the fight or a way to use less energy. Finally his eyes settled on the slate of ice he had created moments before deciding this was the best way about it for now. His hand waved over his grimoire as his fingers danced to his incantation commanding the ice to melt and move. River piloted the water down into the earth and moved it about until it was underneath the beast. He carefully, yet quickly, shot half of the water up to surround each leg while the other half remained underground. Once affixed each leg he froze it over once again in order to anchor the giant in place,having the ice not only around the monsters legs but also beneath the ground rooting him like a tree.

[User]
Cyterius watched the giant warily as their fellow Inquisitors hit it with a relentless barrage of attacks. Ardur had gotten back on his feet and barked commands to coordinate their battle. Without being given direct orders by Ardur, Cyterius decided the best course of action is to continue their diversionary maneuvers to give the others the opening they needed.

As Kharne wrestled with the best, Cyterius signaled orders to the Falcons. "Equip wrist-bows and tighten the noose! Aim for the eye slits and launch volleys on my mark!" He ordered, advancing carefully closer to the giant as he reloaded the bolt magazine on his Salvo-Arm. His team did the same, advancing and equipping the ranged weapon while keeping enough distance from the giant that they wouldn't be in immediate danger should the creature lunge at them suddenly with its uncanny speed. They would have at least a few seconds to dodge if they see it coming.

As their crossbows were locked and loaded on their arms, Kharne was shaken off the giant and the Falcons braced themselves for evasion if needed. However, water suddenly erupted from the ground and entangled the giant with large root-like appendages. The water froze almost instantly after enveloping the foe, keeping it in place. Cyterius didn't bother checking who cast the spell, he read the situation and capitalized on it quickly.

"Now! Unload, reload, and repeat into its eyes! Every bolt you've got! Give this beast no chance to rally!" Cyterius commanded his team as he fired a flurry of bolts into the trapped giant's eye slits, before detaching the emptied magazine and slamming a new one into place with the practiced precision of one who has used the Salvo-Arm extensively. He hoped that at least a few among his team's shots makes it through and hurts them. They intended to distract the beast as an insect would, biting and pricking at it to keep it from focusing its attention on freeing itself and counter-attacking. In turn, providing precious seconds for their allies to renew their assault and finish off their enemy before they exhausted their ammo supply.

[Assistant]
There were few things in this world worse than feeling helpless in a dire situation. Yet that was exactly how Lanithil felt as he watched his and every other arrow bounce off the monster. No matter where he fired the results were the same. The only real upside to this was that it was not hard for Lanithil to call a ceasefire when a few of the men boldly charged the beast. Holding up his right hand in a fist he yelled out "Hold your fire! Hold your fire!"

Immediately the archers restrained themselves and the volleys stopped. Lanithil watched closely as his allies engaged the armored mass desperately looking for an opening. His eyes followed every hit of magic and attack hoping they would reveal some sort of weak spot they could use. The tension among the archers grew as they waited. Each one praying they could come up with a way to assist their fellow inquisitors.

Their moment came soon after Gil pulled the spear and the beast was peppered with magic attacks from every direction. While most seemed to have little effect, a fire spear from Ardur drew the wood elf's attention to the spot where Kharne had hit it with acid. As the steam settled, he began to see the large cracks and missing chunks that part of it's armor had. It was impressive damage, but they could do more if that spot was completely exposed.

Hearing Ardur's command to focus on that spot, Lanithil and the archers raised their bows. "Archers ready!" He called out. All of them took aim and waited until their allies were clear and the beast was trapped in ice by River. "Fire!" A volley of arrows flew straight at the breaking chest piece. Hopefully the plate would be weakened enough to shatter at the force of a dozen or more arrows; just like it's weapon had.


[System]
Human Form

Beast Form
Physical Description:
Human:
A tall, athletic man who spends most of his time under robes, making it hard to get a good look at him. Those who do manage more than a peak would note he's strangely handsome and chiseled in appearance, but that his smile feels 'off' and disturbing somehow, particularly as it never seems to reach his eyes. He is estimated to be 6'1" and roughly 170 lbs. Under his hood, he has rust brown hair and brown eyes with a hint of either orange or red around the rim of the irises.
Monster:
In beast form, Jabberwocky is a monstrous draconic being with long, sharp claws, cruel fangs, and a burning wrath in his fire-orange eyes.
His face is almost piscine, like some primordial beast from the depths, but the rest of him is evocative of the tales of dragons. He is 65' from tip of the tail to his muzzle, is about 9' at the shoulder, and has a wingspan of 63'. His weight is unknown, but estimated to be 10 tonnes.

Class: Lieutenant (Lt.) of Draygon

Abilities:
Human Form:
While being in human form limits the range of his abilities, he nonetheless possesses a considerable array of skills and abilities that make him a formidable opponent:
* Hand to Hand Combat: Even in human form, he is a dangerous and accomplished adversary, not needing to switch to his more powerful form to dispatch most of his foolish opponents. He is equally skilled in barehanded combat and swordsmanship, and is incredibly strong and tough for a human. Approach with caution at all times.
* Assassin's skills: Sometimes you need to kill a foe before he even realizes you're there. Jabberwocky is surprisingly light on his feet, and can use his dagger to silence foes in the shadows.
* Healing: While the art of healing is not as gratifying as the ability to crush your foes and drink in their laments, Jabberwocky nonetheless has learned some respect for it. After all, one might need to patch oneself up after a nasty fight with a surprisingly tenacious enemy.
* Fire breathing: Jabberwocky can shoot forth gouts of white hot flames from his mighty jaws, capable of liqufying steel in seconds.
* Phasing: Jabberwocky can use his magic to phase through walls, allowing him to infiltrate fortresses and sanctums with impunity, and making him even more dangerous as an assassin. However, there are limits to this ability, as he cannot simply phase through a mountain or go deep underground lest he get trapped and suffocate.
* Transformation: As with all of Draygon's Lieutenants, he can transform into his Beast Form, becoming an even more formidable foe.

Beast Form:
* Flight: Those wings of his aren't for show. They allow him to fly great distances and with considerable speed.
* Immense Strength: While he is very strong in human form, he is nothing short of monstrously strong in dragon form, capable of grabbing and tossing humans and animals with minimal effort, as though they were toys.
* Razor-sharp claws and teeth: With razor-sharp teeth and claws, Jabberwocky can rend and tear humans to shreds, and can even create great gashes in stone and rock.

Equipment:
* Assassin dagger, poisoned blade.
* Alchemist's kit for poisons and chemical study
* A tome of notes and secrets.

RP Notes: (To be filled in.)

Jabberwocky
BY LEWIS CARROLL

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
 Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
 And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
 The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
 The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
 Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
 And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
 The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
 And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
 The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
 He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
 Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
 He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
 Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
 And the mome raths outgrabe.

Source: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (1983)

[User]
He spreads his wings, taking off, and flying out of the castle. He soars through the air, heading for Tinkertown. I wonder what he would do if he found out I was raising a Podling to overthrow him? He flies over the town, and roars out a challenge, the air vibrating from the force.

He circles above the town, his massive shadow sweeping over everything, sending the villagers into a panic.

[Assistant]
Urgrapth's Home

 The layout of Urgrapth's Home was as follows: There is a single cave entrance that leads onto a flat, circular platform. Beyond that platform is a valley of broken stone and metal, difficult to cross except by the thin wires of Urgrapth's web. A few of the villagers were webbed up close to the platform for easy access, but the majority of them were stuck higher up, closer to the ceiling and high walls. Towards the back of the domed cavern, away from the opening of the cave, is a nestled corner of metal, protected by a thickly layered steel door, where Urgrapth has her special place. This is the room with the door that Kensu opened that awoke the Spider creature, and this is where Urgrapth now hid, scrunched into a corner away from the stranger who had invaded her home and killed her babies.

 From the vantage point of her room she could see her spiderlings cascade down the wall nearest the intruder like a wave of clicking teeth. She had never stepped back and watched her brood like this, separate and removed from being their mom. A small, quiet part of her mind thought they looked horrific, monstrous, evil. They had too many eyes and sharp appendages and even sharper fangs, and their hunger could never be satisfied. For a moment, Urgrapth didn't feel like Urgrapth, she felt conflicted in seeing both monsters and babies in the same form.

 From the safety of her vantage place, she sank further and further into her consciousness. She carefully watched the young girl with the pink hair, She's about my age, she thought in a voice that didn't seem like her own. I wonder if she wants to be friends? Mama says I need more friends. Gerty took a step forward, but there was something wrong with her legs. She looked down, her legs were like hairy spikes! What happened!? What was going on!? She backed up into the corner and looked at her hands, they were wrong too, everything was wrong! She panicked, her eight legs stomping anxiously as her head swiveled in every direction, trying to understand what was going on. Her mind wasn't working, she couldn't remember! She felt her soul being twisted and torn, where was her she? Where was her mom? Something terrible had happened, and there was nothing left! There was no hope!

 Lightning crackled and the cave was light up for an instant, the smell of charred insect filtered through the cavern.

 The noise pulled the Spider Queen form her blood-shot mania and she hyper-focused on the pink hair of the intruder. Something snapped in her spider brain and the last of the rational mind of Gerty gave way and died, leaving only instinct. Urgrapth saw the intruder, and her panic became fury; she rushed out of her hole to attack! Speeding along her webs, she attacked on the side opposite of the wall where her babies were descending. Pink Hair cleaved one of the little ones in half and cut off another's arm in the back swing. The dog was unguarded. Urgrapth leaped and stabbed her spike down upon the small animal...

Gerty is dead, long live Urgrapth: Queen of the Spiders!! She's about to kill Pip! You better do something quick!

[User]
Jabberwocky's Hideout

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|  Annabelle had been watching Jabberwocky's house for days. When Draygon's raven showed she felt like she was finally about to get her chance to find whatever secret the bastard was keeping. She had been Draygon's top lieutenant before Jabber came along, and she'd been furious ever since he took her position. She hated it that he somehow sniffed out the Crystallis sword and brought it to their master, and now they were being sent to harass those old wizards which was both annoying and dangerous, well, dangerous for some. Jabber didn't seem too hasty about finding the so called "Pod-creatures" either, and that made Annabelle suspicious.

 She crouched in the brush where she had been hiding and watched Jabberwocky form into the black dragon of his monstrous state and fly to the south. Annabelle smiled, he would not be coming back soon. She casually sauntered up to the house and knocked on the front door. "Housekeeping!" she called. When no one answered she pushed the door with her incredible strength and as its supports gave way the door fell flat with a dusty thud.

 She was humming to her self and smiling as she skipped into the old house and looked around. "Jabber Jabber," she ruminated, "ya sure don't have any taste for decoratin' do ya'? You need is a woman!" She ran a finger along a dusty shelf and made Yuck! face as she wiped it on her pants, "...or a butler."

 She pranced around the rooms, looking at papers and through drawers, trying to find anything incriminating or even interesting; she found nuthin! Jabber was a stubby old boring nobody who didn't even have dirty pictures lying around, some kind of villain, huh?

 She got to the library on the base floor. On one side it had a fire place with a rug and two chairs, across the room on the other side was a wall of books behind a large, oaken table with candelabras on either side. Annabelle slowly traipsed around the table and looked at the books, her nimble fingers gliding over the dusty bindings. She walked over to the fireplace and inspected the chairs, the embers, the floe to see if there was something hidden there, there was nothing. She walked back to the table and scrunched her face in frustration. "God, you're such an Asshole!!" She said and she stomped her boot on the wooden plank floor. The sound echoed.

 Her eyes went wide and the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile, "OoooOOOohhh! What have we here?" she said. She bent down and proceeded to punch her way through the floor boards, wood chips flew from her fists and got stuck in her hair; her face had taken a maniacal twist. "Well well Jabber, maybe you're more interesting than I thought." Under the floor between the oak table and the wall of books was a ladder going down into a tunnel that Annabelle was sure would lead somewhere interesting.

 She jumped down the shaft and let herself drop all the way to the very bottom, maybe 50 meters (150 feet) from the surface, give or take. She looked around and saw that the tunnel pointed east, towards the water. She figured she might be deep enough to be underneath the water, but there was only one way to find out; she began jogging down the tunnel.

 She came upon the end of the tunnel as it opened into a large cavern. At the far side of the cavern there was some sort of antique mecha panel that had blinking lights and whirling colors, and above all that was a large map on some sort of display that looked like it might've been the entire world. This was good, but not enough to get Jabber in trouble. Annabelle dropped from the edge of the tunnel and moved quietly to the shadows. Then she saw the girl.

 The young girl was about 20 meters (60 feet) ahead of her. She was walking around the corner near the blinking machine carrying something that might have been food. She sat down at the blinky mecha thing and began to eat, it was food. Annabelle smiled and watched for a moment, surveying the situation. The young girl's face was wrapped in some sort of bandage, Annabelle suspected that she was blind. And to top that all off, she was pretty sure that this girl, was a Podling.  |

Annabelle is one of Draygon's lieutenants who is jealous of Jabber's rise. She stalked Jab's place and found Ruby. Shadow Dragon- as you prepare a post keep in mind the distances between our players and the power level of Annabelle. Ruby is a badass, but don't play her like she's the baddest mother-effer in the galaxy, if she wins this confrontation, let's make it a solid win.

[Assistant] Ruby wanders around her room, and sits down with her food to eat on her bed. She happily tucks in, until she hears someone. Her head raises, and she turns her head to the noise. She swallows. "Hello? Who's there?"  That's not Daddy......who is that? Did Daddy get me a Mommy?


[System]
Cutest Vigilante Ever
"Play with me?" | "Want to play a little game?"

[User]
While Hanani had remained silent during the entire exchange, mostly because he knew he would more than likely say something that would diminish Detta's attempt at befriending the creature, the fact that the assistance of a Troll would be great did not allude him. "I could Vanish you to give you a larger element of surprise," he offered to Sigurx, "It will last until you attack something, so it could allow you to get into the middle of them before exacting your own brand of revenge for what they have done to you."

 While he waited for the Troll to answer him, he was met with a minor annoyed sound in his mind from Mercy who is simply not for helping the creature. However, he simply ignored her words of protest and brushed off her attempt to push her will against his, the attempt puny at most. "As much as I may not care, how do the rest of you feel about this idea? It will make his distraction far more effective," he told them, turning to his group of comrades. If they liked the idea it would only solidify his resolve to do as such, the Troll agreed to help them so he would at least give the Troll the best chance to act as a distraction to allow the group to get where they needed to go. While he simply viewed the creature as a tool, he knew the importance of ensuring the Tool was used to the fullest extent that it could be, this was the only spell that he could think of that would be useful to Sigurx.

[Assistant]
Fangwood Keep

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Once Sigurx collected his gear, the group continued their trek towards Fangwood Keep, spending an uneventful night worriedly keeping watch over a snoring troll. As the sun began to set, the forest thinned out ahead, revealing a wide river valley cleared of trees. The path descended for a quarter mile to a single stone bridge that spanned the river, then continued up a small hill. Atop this barren hill sat a small, two-story fort surrounded by a thick, partially collapsed outer wall. The area all around the keep within a quarter mile had been cleared of stones, trees, and any other sort of cover. Until nightfall, it would be relatively impossible to pass unseen. The bridge over the Marideth seems to be the only place to easily cross the swiftly-flowing river, though it is also obviously well within sight of anyone stationed on one of the keep's ramparts.

>The group may make a Perception check if they wish.

[User]
"Eh, I'll say what I think when we get there," Detta answered Hanani before they got going. "Makin' our new friend invisible for a bit don't sound like a bad idea at all, but I won't assume our circumstances too quick, yeah?"

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The final leg to the fort was thankfully less concerning than Detta expected. Any thoughts of Sigurx turning on them during the night was comforted by how loudly the troll snored.

Detta slowed to a stop when they crested the last rise before the cleared river valley. "Ah, look at that," She said. "I thought we weren't makin' any sort a' good time for a while there." She turned her head and nodded to the side. "Lets get to a spot where we can take a closer look."

>Perception: 20
>Knowledge (Engineering): 12

The group found themselves a place to look from a distance by the tree line. Detta shaded her eyes from the setting sun to squint at the fort and its occupants. She winced. "Look at state o' the thing. A wonder its still standing. A sorry mess that everyone man's had a turn in." She couldn't help but huff a laugh. "Not that kind, mind you."

The words drew her thoughts to the shapes walking in the valley. "They're treatin' her like a princess, though. Not a thing's gettin' cross that river without those folks up top seein'. Not before dark, at any rate. Our best bet's lookin' for a pattern of circles carved into one of the rocks like Gavirk said. Should be one of them over there." Detta waved a hand across to the larger stones on the north side of the keep facing them.

[Assistant]
Fangwood Keep

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Kyra and Claudia ventured forward, hoping to stay under the cover of twilight as the scoped the area out. Remaining behind, the others began to determine the size and rotations of the enemy army, hoping to locate a particular weak point. However, less than five minutes into their studies, the sound of a horn could be clearly heard from the keep. Movement could be seen on the ramparts, and it looked like positions were being reinforced. Worse, a group of about a half-dozen soldiers were marching forward from the breach in the wall, heading straight towards Claudia and Kyra. It looked like the alarm was raised.... This definitely did not get any easier.

>The Keep is on high alert!
Patrol Map!


[System]
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Age: Lost Count

Magic: Sculpt Flesh Transformation Magic; She can change her form into any other, but she requires the physical mass to do so and it takes time. She has to build forms from scratch as well, as she cannot directly mimic something.

Human Form: Her human form. White hair, lean, 5'8"", Pale skin, Blue eyes.

'Pet' Form: Non-combat form. A small furry white dragon that can fly and shoot small tufts of mostly harmless fire.

Predator Form S: Primary combat form. A small (Comparatively) fire-breathing white dragon. His scales are not nearly as tough as an actual dragon's scales, so dragon-slayer magic is not required to defeat him in this form. However, a number of magics and attacks will still simply roll off his scales in this form. However, due to the size of this form, it takes days to gather the energy and mass to shift into this form, since she can't create substance from magic. Can comfortably fit three regular-sized people on her back in this form.

Predator Form A: Comes up to about the shoulder of a tall individual, and claws and teeth are capable of rending through any armor and flesh with ease.

Predator Form B: Totals to about half the size of a person, its dark fur that easily allows it to hide in darkness, and only the toughest man made armors can withstand her when she's angry in this form.

Predator Form C: This form comes up to the average person's knee at te shoulder. Sharp teeth and speed make this form dangerous, but not as much so as other forms.

Transition Forms: Transition forms are any form in between two forms. These forms typically look incomplete or deranged, and are nigh-impossible for Mithera to fight in.

Magic Level: Strength of an S-Class, but considered an A-Class wizard.

History: Most of Mithera's past is lost to the entropy of time, and all that is really known about her is that she is somewhere over a hundred years old, and learned her abilities through extraneous trial and error. She has lived most of her life in the wild, and doesn't know as much about modern courtesy as she should.

She met Melina, who had been on a job, in the forest near her nest. After much oo-ing and ahh-ing on the part of Melina, the two talked and became friends. They have been nearly inseparable since.

Personality: Kind, but short tempered.

Team Members: N/A

Three Strengths:

1. Tied with a powerful sorceress

2. Her lifespan is potentially more than ten times the average human's due to her ability to change forms

3. Her forms are tough to hurt with weapons.

Three Weaknesses:

1. Requires both magical power and physical mass to transform.

2. Transformation takes time.

3. Overconfidence in her teammate.

Greatest Love: Being praised.

Motivation: To become more than human.

Appearance: Varies

Additional Details: Has a Blood Covenant with Melina Vale. The Blood Covenant allows her to use other's blood to magically accelerate her transformations, far less efficiently than Melina however.

[User]
Master Jamie

Master jamie had seem many odd things. So it didn't surprise him when Karn can in dressed in a dress, with a cake. He merely wondered what the boy had gotten himself into, and was sure that it was a thrilling tale. And then Candy came barreling in for the cake, and Jamie couldn't stop the sugar obsessed boy.

As it was, Jamie was well aware that he would have to speak with Candy. The boy needed to become responsible with his abilities, to stop incidents like with the jaw breakers. Jamie feared it could only lead to a serious accident for Candy Loving boy.

She would also have to talk with Melina, as despite everything, Jamie couldn't figure out what Melina's end game was. What would the blood mage do, if Mithera chose to stay with Zero, should he join the guild?

So much to do.

The easiest one first then, Jamie approached Melina and Mithera. He didn't say anything about the sudden change to a black coloured creature for Mithera, but instead spoke "you said you wanted information on your abilties, Melina. I can give you that. But I'm curious, what will you do if Mithera chooses to stay with zero?"

Sasha

Sasha looked over as Mayt joined her and began to speak about his magic. Lost magic? That was interesting, from what she knew about it and it wasn't much, it was different from normal Magic. She was sure she had seen something about having to give something each time to use it. Maybe.

Mayt was clearly expecting some sort of reaction. She nodded "alright. I'll remember that, although I don't fully understand it. Lost magic, huh? Sounds...interesting. I'll be sure to tell Master Jamie for you, and to remind you, If you want. I think you should talk to your mother about it too. When we get back"

She didn't know what else to say. She put the book back in her satchel, wondering about it all. Despite all they knew about magic, there was magnitudes of knowledge about magic that they didn't know. 100 years without magic, and even before then, so much magic was lost.

"what do you mean by familial? I know it means family, but how can magic be...just in one line?" perhaps Mayts answer to that question might just answer a few of her own, inner questions.

Edo-Sasha

Edo-Sasha was angered by Edo-Lazarus's words. She hadn't meant to be caught coming in the room, but she had, and now it was too late to back out. As Edo-Lazarus spoke, her hands clenched into fists, and her expression went blank. "you stupid, idiotic, bastard. No one life is worth more then another. You act like you this was all imposed on you. You could have done something about it all. You could have left the false kings service, could have found a family here, but you didn't. I don't give a damn what you think. If you had died, that would have meant that I had your blood on my hands. And i disn't want that."

She shook her head, but her fury was gone. She sighed heavily. "beyond all that, I could have bloody protected myself. I was going to protect myself."

Jarvis

Jarvis took the time to replenish his stock of Lacrima. He had several unconditioned Lacrima in his storage area, much like an equip mages space, and he replenished both his transportation, and communication Lacrima, as well as some more offensive attack lacrima.

Beyond that, he didn't really have much to do, and that was oddly unsettling. Most of his time he couldn't help but think on how they were going to get back. They could use th anima, but that would require alliwin edolasans to be transported to Earthland.

Which might just lead to war, he thought suddenly. In Earthland. Against people who coverted their magic. It couldn't end well.

Eventually, to keep his mind busy, he prepared some food, letting himself enjoy the familiar task.

[Assistant]
Felix Lancaster
The Magnet Mage

Felix had spent the two days mostly training and decorating his room. He hadn't had much as far as things when he had arrived, but the rest had been at a camp site not too far away. He had a bit of clothing but many books on magical theory. If any of his father had rubbed off on him, it was the love of researching what magic could do.

All of that knowledge didn't help him much when it came to sparring with Damian. Without using his magic, the fight was heavily one-sided. Felix couldn't create constructs on the fly to protect himself. Felix was a bit of a mid-range fighter and so being pulled up close and personal without his ability-enhancing magic was his worst nightmare. However, he did feel like he learned a bit in the match. Of course he didn't get a scratch on Damian, but he thought he had figured out how.

Felix had spent some time getting to know the other members, even finding time to hold Karn down for a conversation that involved more than just a vigorous handshake and a new nickname, but he still felt a little like a child in comparison to most of the other people there. Felix was young, sure, but he was on par with many of the wizards there. But of course no one really saw that because no one had seen him in a real fight, aside from the first one when he arrived. Even then, fighting a fire mage with magnet magic was not exactly a good thing. Felix didn't like to broadcast the knowledge that extreme heat could basically nullify his magic, and not getting close helped in that regard.

He, still, enjoyed his time with Fleo. He'd been able to show her his magic and found that their way of constructing objects and their general fighting capabilities were really similar. Felix theorized that their magic would work well in tandem, but without any jobs to do, he didn't want to suggest forming a team. Maybe later, when there were missions to go on.

Felix walked into the guild hall at the beginning of his third full day as a Phoenix Wing guild member and sighed as Candy assaulted a perfectly good cake. He thought about restraining the running madman, but decided that, unless asked, he probably should stay out of it. He glanced around but saw most everyone was busy. He sat at a table and his stomach growled. He had mostly gone out for food in town, he actually wasn't completely sure the food situation in the guild hall itself. And he didn't feel like going out for food alone.


[System]
"Hey, you wouldn't have seen any flower around here that has a yellow petal, would ya? I need one for, uh...'flavoring'."

"Charlotte LaChance. Now, if you don't need anything I really should be watching this beaker before it explodes."
"Nineteen."
Age:
19

Race:
Human

Appearance:
Charlotte stands around five foot six. A pale complexion with messy, somewhat unkempt dark brown hair and cold blue eyes adorn her face. She has a slender frame, with no obvious muscles as she's not entirely one for physical activity, often time spending her days reading or practicing her chosen craft. She wears comfortable clothes that look like one might expect of someone born from high-society. Short pants, held up by a belt with a golden buckle, adorned with various pouches to carry items. Comfortable shoes with long, knee-high socks. Over her upper body, she wears a thick cloak with a hood, designed mostly to protect the wearer from the cold. Rarely takes it off, even in the warmer lands she finds herself in.

Personality:
Insatiable curiosity, confident, stubborn, a bit on the childish side, doesn't like not getting her way, and has a bit of a one-track mind. As such her alchemy can sometimes suffer a bit as a result. Though indeed, she is talented, and if she doesn't let her one-track mind focus on something else after she starts something, she'd be fairly successful. She prefers to spend time outdoors with her plants and other alchemy reagents than in the company of people.

She tends to come off as rather serious and no-nonsense, and sometimes a sarcastic grump. Often time she wears a serious expression when people first meet her, though its only because she tends to have a one-track mind about things, and really doesn't like being interrupted. She's often thinking about various things and what properties plants might have.

That said, she is fairly friendly to most, and isn't hostile by any means. Just don't interrupt her work unless you have a really good reason. Aside from this, she's fairly intelligent and knows about a great deal many scholarly subjects. Mostly dealing with Magic and Alchemical pursuits, but she's read a great many number of books so she might surprise someone with her knowledge every now and then about something.

"DAMN YOUR EYES DON'T TOUCH THAT BEAKER-Argh, this is sensitive equipment!"

Abilities:
Aside from the obviously impressive physical and mental abilities that humans possess, Charlotte is adept at potion brewing. Meaning, alchemy and making useful concoctions out of herbs, remedies, antidotes and other items found in the natural world. She's pretty much a savant when it comes to everything relating to it. Add that to some beginner interest in Botany, she could probably make quite the living selling and brewing potions. That said, she is still fairly young and has a lot of room for improvement in the field.

A neat little list:
-Fairly intelligent
-Knows her way around plants and Biology.
-Cold tends to not bother her so much, since her home country was notoriously cold.
-Not so good with animals, unfortunately. They tend to like using her as a chewtoy.
-Physically speaking, she's a wet noodle strength wise. Fairly average stamina, though due to her fairly active lifestyle.

She has heard tells of old alchemists being able to directly influence the world through direct means. Directly changing iron into gold, and even manipulating the earth to do ones bidding. She intends to find the truth of these matters, and learn fiction from reality.

History:
Born in Astril, Charlotte has been brought up around science, logic, reason, and even the odd magical related things most of her life. Aside from that, its not particularly interesting. While she herself wasn't born into the magic-using citadel of Astril, and was instead brought up in a small farming community near the border, she has always held an interest in magic, alchemy, and scholarly pursuits herself. So in between farming duties and helping her parents run the farm, she studied all sorts of books. Ones about history, magic, and otherwise.

When she was fourteen, she was accepted into Astril itself as a student. And as confident as she was, she was sorely outclassed by a lot of the students there who had been training formally since their birth. She spent quite a few years there struggling to keep up with the other students, and quickly found herself as a bit of a loner and outcast among her peers. Not that she particularly minded, she'd rather have her books and studies anyways. Eventually she was labeled a bit of an eccentric.

It was when she was nineteen, she had to make a choice. So she left Astril and set off on her own, intent on finding her lives work. She doesn't like talking about the events that transpired leading up to that event, but she will say she killed about five scholars and blew up a lab.

Other:
-Can be somewhat socially awkward at times, and has trouble holding a decent conversation about anything other than alchemy.
-Makes some questionable potions sometimes. You really shouldn't get curious about some of the stuff she makes.
-Don't bring up anything regarding an elixir of life or philosophers stone. You have been warned. If you do, bring ear plugs and make sure you don't have anything to do for the next hour.

[User]
~Alenoa City~

Well, she knew one thing. Flying was absolutely wonderful. The air rushed past them quickly, and if she had been a little younger she would have probably not been able to keep a few shouts of excitement from escaping. Villages and landscape rushed past them. Mountains and trees, even a river. This was definitely a good choice, yes, heh. It cut down on so much travel time. What would have taken what was likely most of the day, even by horse became a quick half-hour trip at most.

When Himeko landed, Charlotte landed on the ground, a bit wobbly after being so high up. So this was a city that wasn't Astril...hm. She was mildly impressed. Despite the grandiose of it, there still didn't seem to be a building quite so high as the tower. First things first though.

"Whew, that was...enlightening." Charlotte mused to herself as Himeko took in the sight of the city. It was easy to tell she was exhausted though. It was easy enough to spot exhaustion in any creature, if one had studied it long enough. Which would also mean it'd be a perfect time to do this. "Well, I'm certain there'll be something to eat once inside. I could go for a little something myself, I suppose."

Rather nonchalantly, she plucked a feather from Himeko's wings before she had a chance to put them away.

"Right then, lets go." she started walking at a brisk pace.

[Assistant] Himeko was a slight bit too tired to notice her feather being snatched, though she might notice later. It was a bit of a walk there, so Himeko finally returned her wings and for once, quietly walked there. It was a bit of a walk and perhaps it was a bit too much of a walk down there. Well, regardless, it was still faster than if they walked here from the last town. It didn't take too long until the two reached the entrance to the city and Himeko looked intrigued. Still though, they were there for a reason. So, do you know where we're going from here?" She asked Charlotte since she had absolutely no idea who anyone was here or the typical ideas of human society.

[User]
Oh good, she hadn't noticed so she wasn't going to suddenly find herself on an impromptu flying trick. She placed the feather inside of her cloak for safe keeping along with the other items.

Hm, she'd need to test the feathers properties once she had a second to rest and perhaps find some better alchemical equipment. The two approached the city in quiet, for the most part Charlotte took in the vast, rolling plains that surrounded the city. The only plains she was used to were covered in snow and ice, so seeing something so...green, was a welcome change. Ah...she wanted to spend a few days documenting all the plants and animals, but she coudln't. Not if she wanted to achieve her goals in a timely fashion.

As they approached the city gates, they were greeted by a decent number of people moving in and out of the city. For the most part, no one paid two travelers any mind.

"I told you," Charlotte replied with a huff. "That I know only what I read. I know there's a desert supposed to the south of here but we can't very well just barrel into a desert without any preparation." She continued walking into the city proper. "We could discuss our next course of action over food, if you like." Charlotte continued. "Though, I should stress my funds are quite limited so nothing extravagant unless you're paying." If she had too, she could stay a few days and sell some of her things to people who needed them. Wouldn't be too difficult to set up a stall somewhere, perhaps.

If all else failed, she could make fools gold and sell that, though the thought left a bad taste in her mouth. Tricking people like that was something she didn't approve of.

[Assistant] Himeko pulled herself together at the thought of being more prepared than this girl. "Haha! I for one, can pay my own meals! The Tengu are well known for wealth. She reached inside her clothes and pulled out a small bag, inside were a good amount of intricate looking coins that looked of solid gold as well as some precious looking gemstones. She was not so foolish as to reach in and show to the world her collection, but showed only to Charlotte. "I was told that I could sell the gems off for a high price and the coins themselves would keep me well for a while. And I might be willing to share with you... Maybe. Try and convince me?" The Tengu added, wanting to hear the sweet words of how this human would be indebted to her in some way or form.

[User]
Charlotte stared at Himeko, obviously unimpressed with her display. She sighed, shaking her head as she kept walking. There were quite a few gemstones in there, though none of them were particularly valuable to her. She wasn't one for fancy jewelry and gems like such were not particularly useful in alchemy. Still, Himeko's haughty attitude was getting to her a bit. She could mess with her for a little while, couldn't she?

She did have a few chunks of actual gold on her, she just didn't want to use them.

"Yeah, not happening." Charlotte harrumphed dismissively, walking deeper into the city. The architecture here was vastly different from Astril, and it was fascinating. "I don't need your money when I can make gold from rock." A bold claim, but not a false one. She hadn't quite perfected the formula for that yet, but she could still make very realistic fools gold.

[Assistant] "What's that? Gold from rocks? I doubt you could make gold. Maybe something like it." The Tengu said, pocketing her own valuables. She needed to find somewhere to sell those gems... A jeweler or something. She'd take a bit to studied how much they were being sold for then high-ball and get to a reasonable price. It was worth it watching those merchants in the first town. Might even make more if she mentions they were from the land of Crow People. Or maybe not. Might as well try soon enough. There were more than enough buildings for that kind of thing it seemed. "So, should we try one of those taverns for information? Or would it be best to look for the... As you humans put it, 'Scholarly Types?'" She really didn't know what Charlotte had in mind.


[System]
Oskar The Undying
Age: Mid-thirties

Appearance:
Oskar is an imposing man, standing 6' 3". He weighs 224 Pounds, and was once called "Oskar the Mountain." That stopped after he cut out the tongue of the man who created the nickname.

Bio: Oskar first memory is wandering aimlessly through the Nordic Countryside. He accidentally befriended a band of Viking Raiders. They taught him how to fight, how to raid. They raided together for many years, until Oskar had his head lopped off in battle and they saw it reform. They burned him alive and it took him almost a year to reform from the ashes. He tracked down and killed all of his former comrades, taking the name "Oskar the Undying"

Since then, he's roamed the Earth, looking for war wherever he can find it. It is said that not only did he fight on both sides of WWI, charging across No Man's Land with axes in hand, he also may have had a hand in the assassination of Ferdinand which started the war. He's slaughtered rebels, then immediately helped overthrow the Government that bid him to do so. He looks only for blood. He's always found it.

Personality: Oskar can be a jovial when he wishes to be. He has been known to not hold his liquor very well, and has caused a number of bar fights. He is kind and welcoming to those he considers friends, but considers everyone else a bitter enemy. Then, he might brain a friend for insulting him and befriend an old enemy. He has no consistency, and is all the more dangerous because of it.

Possessions:
* 3 Ice Vestis Crystals
* Two one-handed axes (Ice Vestis Powered)
* A multitude of fur cloaks and leather jerkins and breeches.
* An outstanding fortune
* A massive Mansion In Seattle

Skills: Oskar is a deadly warrior, skilled with swords and spears, guns and explosives. He's spent his whole life perfecting the art of war making, and he's quite skilled with tactics. That being said, no one can call Oskar "book smart." He reads at about a fourth grade level.

Fast facts: Oskar has an thirst almost as undying as himself, he likes to stay in a state of perpetual inebriation. Oskar currently lives in a large mansion, bought from the spoils of war. He wears traditional Nordic furs and leathers. It is possible the IBI knows about him, but is unable to act due to his use to several countries as a soldier.

[User]
Evelyn

Evelyn had just stepped out of a shower, deciding to let her body dry naturally as she walked around her apartment. It was plain and simple, not much decoration to it. Admittedly, there were very few nights she actually slept here, as opposed to in the bed of some stranger. She sat down in an armchair, one of the few pieces of furniture in the building. She let out a sigh, rolling her neck a little. She hadn't managed to find a companion for last night, the club she usually picked people up from being closed, and the bar being dead quiet. It left her feeling... empty. In both a literal and metaphorical sense. A psychologist could probably pick apart her habits and label her with any number of conditions. That was why she had never visited one. She was happy with her life. And she was doing good in the world, or at least from her point of view. She gave pleasure to many, and in return she got pleasure herself. There was a knock at the door, rousing Evelyn from her thoughts. She walked over and opened it up, staring at the postman with eyes that revealed nothing. He gaped a little as he saw what she was wearing, or rather, what she wasn't, as he held out the small letter. She opened it and read it quickly, paying no attention to the drooling postman.
'Oskar the Undying? What a silly name. Well, I guess I'll have to take a business trip,' She mused, before turning away and walking inside, leaving the door open.
"Aren't you coming in?" She called over her shoulder, grinning when she heard the slam of the door and the sound of clothes being removed.

[Assistant]
Lena

It was the middle of the night. The streets were quiet and illuminated only at every street corner with flickering lamps. In a city like this, most would cower in their homes or set curfew for their kids with the hope of preventing muggings and other petty crimes. These were the hours in which a certain powerful immortal is most awake.

Lena was not afraid, not with a mace swinging at her side, guns strapped to her back and leg, and the ability to burn things with a flick of the wrist. The sight of her, wearing all black and staying in the shadows, could chill anyone to the bone. That is, if they didn't notice the bag of Chinese takeout dangling from her fist. That, and she was bobbing her head to some kind of upbeat music, loud enough to be heard by someone ten feet away, but indiscernible. She disappeared into the doorway of an apartment building, leaving the street empty and quiet again.

A loud bang reverberated through the apartment as Lena kicked her way through the door, leaving an even deeper dent in the wall. It was nearly pitch black, forcing her to flip the light switch before proceeding into the kitchen. The aroma of Chinese food filled the air almost as soon as the box was opened, and Lena's mouth watered with hunger. Just as she was about to sit down, an envelope fell off the counter onto her lap. That was the only piece of mail she found in her mailbox that morning. It was from no one she recognized, which prompted her to abandon it as she went about her daily business. Now that she had time, Lena ripped the top open and pulled out the written note.

"What the fuck?" After scanning it through twice and fully reading it once, Lena tossed it in the shredder with a frown. "What kind of stupid ass name is 'Oskar the Undying'?"

Of course, she was packed and ready to go the next morning.

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Alex

Alex sat on the plane, smacking the letter from Oskar on her palm absent-mindedly. It'd taken some work to convince her manager to let her leave New York, but she felt this was well worth it. Besides... her career was pretty much over with anyway. They would just call this an extended break that would soon turn into a permanent break. Simple, really.

Besides, if she didn't go on this, she wouldn't be an idol much longer regardless. Oskar's letter was essentially her career's death sentence, not that she minded.

She was dressed casually, as casually as a former star could. Her dress was the street style of South Korea, kahki skinny jeans, a loose fitting v-neck grey sweater, and red sneakers. She sighed as the woman near her seat stared at her. Because a female with a typical male style of dress was so odd. Alex rolled her eyes and decided it was in her best interest to stare out of the airplane's window. She'd requested the window seat and enjoyed watching the ground below them fly by. It wasn't often that she felt like a small insignificant thing.

She lifted her hand to run it through her short, thin brown hair. What did "Oskar The Undying" want with her anyway? And what was with the name? He still went with that?

Let's just tell the entire world that I'm an Immortal. No biggie.

Not to mention Mr. Obvious is the one threatening to reveal me.

Alex chuckled, a short huff of a laugh, more like a snort than anything. She let out a short breath and closed her eyes, wishing she had the ability to teleport rather than live a really really long time. She wasn't really the most patient of sorts even though she really should be. She also wasn't one for keeping herself armed besides the small knife hidden in her bag. She'd lived long enough to know how to get away with a few things, after all. Which made it all the harder to keep herself from punching the woman next to her's face in.

"Stop staring at me, lousy bitch." She barked at the woman, fed up with her glances and mumbling. "I'm right fucking next to you and can hear every damn word you say so you don't need to whisper."

The elder woman recoiled in fear before her expression turned into that of hatred. Without another word, the woman raised her hand and called one of the hostess over.

"I'd like to be moved to another seat. This young woman is incredibly rude." She explained, holding her nose out like Alex stank.

Alex snorted once again, bursting out into laughter. Everyone on the plane turned to look at the commotion and the hostess gave her a strange look.

"I think that's my line, lady." Alex began, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She turned to look at the hostess, "Excuse me, miss..." Alex glanced at the name tag, "Colwell... My name is Alexandra Walters, grand-daughter of Gregory Walters. I'd like to request to be moved to first class. Preferably in a seat by myself. It seems I can't trust strangers to be respectful and kind anymore."

The hostess bowed and walked on to find a new seat for Alex and as she did, Alex turned to look at the woman, a smirk on her face. "Yeah, watch who you mess with, bitch. Have fun in 3rd class." She told her as the hostess came back to retrieve Alex who spent the rest of the ride in peace.

That is... until they touched down. While Alex was walking around, looking for Oskar who she could only assume would look horribly out of place in an airport, she was approached by a rather large man who stopped in front of her and stared down.

Alex stopped, staring at the man's chest before slowly looking up at his face, her brow raised at him. "Can I help you?" She asked, her brow still raised.

"Apologize." He grunted.

Obviously he's more brawn than brain...

"As I've just met you, I don't think I have anything to apologize for." Alex responded, stepping to the side. Behind the large man was the older woman from before who now had her arms crossed. Alex raised a brow yet again and glanced from man to woman. She pointed to the woman and looked up at the man. "She yours?" Alex asked, prompting a glare from the man.

"Apologize." He grunted again. Alex snorted once again and smiled at him.

"Make me, Tiny." She told him, stepping up to him, her chest barely inches away from him, her glare staring daggers into his. "I know about 50 different ways I could paralysis you right now and then what would you be? A hunk of meat with no brain. You wouldn't want that would you, Tiny?" She whispered, smirking at him.

She hadn't expected the dumbass to actually hit her until she felt the slap and her body suddenly falling back as she flew across the large hall and into something soft. She blinked, looking up to see a rather large scandinavian man. "Oh... Hi Oskar." She greeted him, making quick waving motions. She looked down to see the woman's son (I mean, what else could he have been? Her boyfriend? Heh, fat chance... Literally... fat chance. Woman probably weighs like 300.) who was staring at Oskar who was more than likely staring back.

As usual, friends were nice.

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Just when Oskar thought his day couldn't get better, he encountered an old friend. He roared with hearty laughter as he remembered her. Yes, the one now called Alex was the same girl who he once thought all those years ago. He had wondered where she had gone.

"Chae-Seon?" He threw his head back and laughed until he began to tear up. He suddenly noticed the large man glaring at him. The one who had slapped Alex into him. He picked Alex up and set her aside. He strode towards the man. "This man troubles you? I will deal with him."

He launched his right arm forwards and grabbed the man by the arm. He yanked to the side once his forearm was tightly in his grasp, dislocating it with a pop. The man dropped to his knees and clamped a hand onto his useless shoulder, mouth open in a silent scream. Oskar spun and drove his heel into the man's jaw. He dropped like a sack of flour.

He turned back to Alex with a broad smile, ignoring the older woman's horrified stare.

"We have much to speak of, Seon. Or should I call you Alex now?"

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Otto

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Otto sighed. It seemed as though he had a better chance of being exposed by Oskar's idiotic frivolity than whatever proof he may have Otto's immortality. He strode through the crowd. The man who had slapped the younger immortal was struggling. He sighed once more and walked past the final line of people to face the wounded man.

"So, now you know not to hit women. He jerked his head behind him, gesturing to Oskar. "Or else you'll get beat up by a crazy Nordic Man-Bear."

He stood and spun on his heel, coming face-to-face with Oskar.

"And you! You imbecile! Otto was seething. "Oskar, I ask for once that you at least try to be subtle. Not all of us have the Bureau in our pocket."


[System]
~Lady Victoria Moncourier-Crest~

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Age: 20
Gender: Female

Bio:
The daughter of Lord Alexander and Lady Diana Crest, Victoria was born with a rare blood condition called Haemochromotosis, basically where you have more iron in your blood than normal. It's linked with early dementia, but people rarely lived past the age of 60 in Victorian era. This makes her blood smell much, much stronger. And a prime target for vampires.

Her upbringing was privileged being from a family of vast wealth, Victoria wanted for nothing. She had all the ponies and horses she could want, this created her affinity and love for all animals and nature through horse riding and caring for them. When she was twelve, she fell from a horse and grazed her elbows. Her strong blood caught the scent of a nearby vampire. This triggered an attack later that evening as it tracked her back home. As the vampire was about to savage her in her own bed, her father burst in armed with a sword, gun, a cross and a stake (whether stakes actually worked is still a myth) and killed the vampire, this is when she learned they did exist, but she was made to keep it secret. It turned out her father was a secret Vampire Hunter! He knew he himself was a target, having the rare blood condition himself, so did her mother, this was only passed down genetically from both parents. He had to become a vampire hunter to protect himself, his wife and his future children. He guarded her religiously until recently he was killed by a vampire due to his ageing body and weaker ability to dispatch them. They never caught his murderer.

6 months later, Victoria has reached that age where she was expected to have a husband. It was ever more precedent now that the Lord of the House had been killed, there needed to be a new head of the family, with Victoria being the only daughter and no male brothers or cousins to assume the role, it fell to Victoria's future husband. Lord Christopher Spencer was chosen as a suitable candidate for her. And this is where our story begins, at the ball held at the Crest manor estate where she would meet her selected betrothed. Only there was something strangely off about this Lord…

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She was surprised he hadn't been with a woman in such a long time. It all made sense to her now. A vampire's priority was to prolong their already long life rather than to procreate and pass on their DNA like humans had a natural base instinct to. Not that it was a priority for Victoria, as she had never really thought about having children or even the real need to. She was content enough with her life before the dangers to take up motherly duties. Now with the impending war with the Wynters and The Order, she was in very real danger. It wasn't safe for her to bring a child into the world. Then again, if it were Vail's child. It would be half vampire…and a Hygrace.

She pulled back and blinked at Vail a couple of times. "They…can?" She sounded shocked at being told vampires and humans could breed together. She supposed they were not that different anatomically. "I didn't know…" She backed away slightly. Her mother could have saved her from any risk by telling her that it could happen, then perhaps she wouldn't have been so eager to seduce the man. All she saw was someone to connect to on a physical level, not to procreate with so soon. This was why usually couples were married before they had sex so that when the woman ended up pregnant, it wasn't looked at as scandalous. But if Victoria were to become pregnant accidentally, there would be more than human gossip to worry about. Vail's father would be even more furious, despite Vail being the only son he had to give him grandchildren. He may not accept a half breed into his family. It was worrisome to think about.

She sighed. "Then I could already be pregnant. It's too late to tell me now." As it took four to six weeks before a woman got the symptoms of morning sickness and lateness to her periods, Victoria was just about on that timescale since their night at The Shire. She figured she wouldn't have her usual period after her blood drain, there wouldn't be anything left to produce more blood, her body would conserve it. Not to mention her recent stress, which also affected a woman's cycle. She felt so stupid, not thinking about this risk before. She looked at Vail with a hint of worry. What if she was already? What would they do? How would they cope? "I….never really thought about having children anytime soon, however it wouldn't be the end of the world if I did. But I suppose this new information does change things…" She sighed slightly. Not that she wouldn't want to have his child, but they weren't exactly approved of as a couple and wouldn't even have their marriage sanctioned.

Victoria gazed into Vail's eyes sadly, her blue pearls twinkling in the soft candlelight. "And what about you Vail…? Would you be alright with it if I did become pregnant? Your father hates me enough as it is, I cannot see him allowing you to have a child with me..." She reminded him of the obvious, but would Vail see it that way – a child would be an unnecessary burden upon his family. Or it could be the thing that united them depending on circumstance. She just didn't want to end up as a single mother with Vail visiting her and their child once a month and being married off to another female vampire. Or even worse, ignored completely and cast aside with her bastard half breed child and kept a secret from every other Hygrace there was. At least if they decided not to sleep together anymore, Vail wasn't a man hell bent on sexual desire and could easily live without it.

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Vail nodded his confirmation when Victoria questioned him in surprise. He had been just as unprepared when Peter had told him that vampires and humans could reproduce together a few days ago. It was something he wished they had known earlier, especially when they had already slept together twice without any thought of the possibility that their actions could bring a new life into the world. He didn't regret taking the plunge from predator and prey to lovers, but as one who preferred to have all the information he needed to make an informed decision before acting, it had been shocking to find out belatedly that they might face an unexpected consequence because of what they had done.

It was also true that it was too late to tell her when she may have already become pregnant. The thought made him feel woozy. He didn't know if human women experienced pregnancy the same way his kind did, but he was aware that it took time before symptoms appeared in both of their species. The prospect of having children of his own had never crossed his mind since he hadn't planned to take a wife until he took over as the next head of the Hygraces and needed to name a successor. Even when he had been young and experimental, it hadn't been difficult to avoid the narrow window of time in which a vampire could be impregnated. If he and a female immortal had wanted to be intimate, they could tell by the strength of her pheromones if she was fertile or not. According to his father, though, mortal women were fecund far more often than their undying counterparts.

When Victoria asked if the risk changed anything for him, Vail remained quiet. There was a lot to consider. First and foremost, she was right that his father would never approve if they conceived a child together. He hadn't heard of another instance in which a human and a vampire had offspring—it was why he had assumed it was impossible—but now, he wondered if there were none because the clans refused to accept half breeds among their ranks. As long as the Order was hunting them down so viciously, it was nearly impossible for a vampire to survive without the protection of their family too. Any children they had would be cast aside as anathemas, and if he chose to side with them, it was likely that he would be exiled as well. It wasn't exactly an appealing future.

And then there was the matter of what would happen to Lady Crest. Even if she wanted nothing to do with Lord Spencer, the fact remained that she was still engaged to marry him. If word got out that she was pregnant with another man's child—and a Wynters' rival, no less—he couldn't imagine that the other vampire would just stand by without taking out his anger on her. They would have to flee London to protect her from his wrath. Going it alone would be their only option. No matter how he looked at it, their already difficult lives would just become even more dangerous if they had a child now.

"That's… hard to answer," he finally spoke as he mulled over the dilemma in his head. "If you became pregnant, I can't think of a way it would end well for us. As you said, my father would never approve of any children we may have. I would probably have to forfeit my inheritance, and we would have to be on our own…" He sighed. "But, I still want to be with you, and this is a risk that isn't going to disappear by itself. I may not be as sexually driven as a human man, but I still love you." He wrapped his arms around her to close the distance she had formed when she'd pulled away. "I don't to spend whatever time we have left keeping you at an arm's length because of something that might happen. I understand if this is a fire you don't want to play with, but if you still want to be with me, then I'm willing to move forward… We'll just have to be a little more careful from now on." He offered her a half smile. "No matter what, I'm not going to leave you, Victoria. I'll do whatever I can to be there for you because you're mine."


[System]
Age: 29

Appearance:

Human, werewolf, or hunter?: Werewolf

If werewolf: Alpha, beta, or omega? Alpha

Background:
Morgana had always been an odd child. Unlike the other girls, she didn't care about the dolls and pretty dresses. She enjoyed spending her time with boys in the nearby forest. Hunting, fighting, building things...that was her definition of fun. Her father was an alcoholic, and he often took a swing at her and her mother. Morgana hated them both, equally. Father for his violence, and mother for her cowardness. She promised herself that one day she would put an end to all of this. Hanging out with the boys eventually made her stronger, and fearless to a fault, but nothing could equip her for vengeance better than what happened to her on one August's full moon night. She made a bet with the boys that she dares to walk across the forest alone, using only moonlight to light the way. She never thought she would be in danger out there. After all, the woods have been her second home. The place of joy, laughter, and freedom. She knew all the creatures that lived there, from a giant stag to a grumpy boar. But she had no idea that the forest had welcomed a new visitor. It all happened in a second. The sound of growling, ripping, screaming… And then nothing but silent darkness.

She never learnt who was the werewolf that turned her that night. He left her alone in the woods, where she was later found by the local hunters, who took her to the hospital. She was badly wounded, but odly enough, her wounds had healed pretty fast. In just a few days time, she was back home with her parents, but the reunion wasn't quite like she anticipated. Her father hit her in the face, bloodying her nose, for she was misbehaving and needed to be punished. However, It was the last thing he did. Morgana's eyes flared up like fire, and then she throw herself at the old man and began to hit him again and again and again, until the voice of her mother's screaming brought her back to her senses. Upon seeing what she had done, she fled the house, and never returned.

For almost a decade, she roamed the country looking for answers. She met a few packs, and even joined some for a while, but after witnessing too many werewolves being slaughtered by a hunter due to a bad leadership, she decided to create a family of her own. Starting with Ryan, the member of one of those failed packs, called the the Topeka pack. She practically snatched him away from Jared, the pack's alpha', after thoroughly showing them how she felt about their ways. So she had one wolf following around, but she knew that, finding and collecting the lost puppies wouldn't be as easy as joining the already established pack (even though the kind of pack she'd feel confortable in wasn't easy to find). So, after moving to California, she soon found the trail on the newest pack that was in need of another female alpha. The previous one had been killed off by a hunter, and the pack was left chaotic after that. Since the past had shaped her into being a natural leader, with a strong sense for community, she soon claimed her place.

With her parents both dead (her mother killed herself after witnessing Morgana's outrage) and having no other siblings, she would do anything to protect her current pack. They are her only family. Her strength and her weakness. As a leader she can be as motherly as she can be cold and brutal. She is respected for her fairness, cunningness, and fearlessness. She would stand no tratiors, and would advice anyone, who wanted to take her place, to think about it twice. For their own sake.

[User] Kalib let the woman take her bleeding friend from him and nodded. "Right," and headed inside. He recognized the black-haired bartender and ran to her. "Hey, call an ambulance. Some guy just fell outside and he's covered in blood! His friend it out there with him but he really needs to get to the hospital, and fast." Keeping his voice calm, he tried not to make anyone panic. He told himself in his head that the guy will be okay so long as 911 comes.

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Dimitri scowled once he saw the guy ask for the ambulance, rather than getting a medkit, as asked. Maintaining his temper; which he was rather easy at, the Russian got up from where he was leaning on the wall, nearby, moving towards the bar's counter. Easily sliding over, he quickly located the red and white medkit, underneath the counter's tabletop. Grabbing it, Dimitri slid back over the counter, long legs quickly striding him over to where his two accomplices were leaning against the building, outside.

His sunglasses were back on, hiding his eyes, but it also allowed him to see easily, despite the darkness from the nightsky. Crouching down, Dimitri handed Yvette the first-aid kit, before taking a few steps back, so that he wouldn't get in her way. First-aid was definitely not his forte, and he knew that Yvette had training in it...most-likely from her delusional Uncle. "Dumbass..." He muttered underneath his voice, once again, but it was unknown on who the insult was directed towards.

[User] Nanix watched Kalib come and tell her to call 911, then Demitiri come and take the kit. "... something tells me that guy has it" She pointed to him. "you want a drink?"

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"Huh?" He turned, seeing the tail end of a hulking man leave with something red and white. ". . . . Oh. Er, okay. A rum and cola, please. . ." Kalib said, awkwardly seating himself at the bar. He felt like a spaz for running in like that, and a blockhead for not going for the first aid kit. Attempting not to look as embarrassed as he felt, he leaned against the counter. "How's the night going for ya? Got a lot of tips?" With the multiple times the pack has gone drinking before the full moon, Kalib had began to favor this bartender more then her co-workers and silently scolded himself for not asking her name after all this time.

Seeking a peek over his shoulder, he wanted to see if anyone was staring or, at least, not noticing him. "Man, you mucked this one up real good. How will the pack expect to rely on you when you're being stupid and can't handle getting the first aid kit." Chastised his mind. It was one thing being one of the younger werewolves in the pack; its quite another being a young omega who needs to do his job.

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Wind

Avery listened patiently as Fayth talked and talked about the boys and getting tipsy, her lips almost never stopped moving. It could be good though, at times. Especially when things got uncomfortably silent. Then Fayth mentioned something about a gross guy who needed help, and Avery looked around, her tired eyes frantic.

Yet...She saw no one. Avery turned back to Fayth and squinted. "Fayth, are you sure? I don't see anyone. Did he leave, did he look confused?" She resisted the urge to rest her hand on Fayth's forehead to check for a fever. "If you're busy right now, I'll let you get back to your friend's while I make my rounds. Uhh, ladies, do you want anything? Refills, food. Anything?"

She took out her little notepad, flipping it open and bringing out a mechanical pencil, covered in scratches and stickers of rainbows. "I suggest our cosmos with a strawberry topping or a lemon twist. Its delicious!"

[Assistant]
Fayth Morrow
Between talking about guys and keeping track of everyone at the bar, this was getting exhausting. 'Yes, I'm sure you idiot.' She thought. Tired of everyone giving her lip. Seemed everyone had something to say around here. God, putting up with Jesse and her bad habit of street fights, Mori's suspicions, Ryan's boyfriend. Fayth needed to let out a big sigh. Instead of sipping on that weak appletini like a ditzy blonde girl would, she straight chugged it down in one go. 'Fuck, that's gross.' Fayth cringed. A whiskey girl at heart. Her hand grabbed a hold of Jesse's arm and she made sure to look at her. Even if Jesse might not make eye contact, Fay kept a steady and intense gaze on her face. "We can pick up the tab in much better ways. Safer ways." Keeping in mind everyone around. "Like, I could give you such great pointers, girlie!" Flash the big smile for the cameras. Turn, pose. Then looking over at Mori, she pat her on the back. "I'll be back honey, I know you want to talk to me so so badly."

Fayth looked up at Avery. "By the way, this sweetheart right here," indicating Mori, "She ordered her usual. Some juice. No alcohol can you believe it? It's like she's against fun or something." Fay turned to the door. Her scent picking up the blood easily. It made her hair rise and her heart race faster. The blood of animals, she could deal with. But humans? She wanted to stay clear of that path. It didn't lead anywhere. Nowhere except a place of tears and blood. On her way out, Fay yelled out over to Kalib. The other omega who in fact was doing just fine. Calling 911 was one half of the job, the first-aid kit was the second. "Get on the phone and call 911, alright? Sound good? Great." Fay nearly rolled her eyes click-clacking with her ridiculous heels on out the door.

Once outside she caught sight of the tall, muscular Russian. He didn't look like someone anyone would like to pick a fight with. Not even a guy Fay would like to fight. Then again, if she could avoid every fight, she would. Not to mention, while Fay was coming out to check on Thomas' health (he was a solid drinking partner), the beep of his phone also interested her. A quick snatch of his cellphone could be nice. The item could sell for a few dollars. Good money. Two problems being Dmitri standing there, and Yvette also watching over him. Fay kneeled down with Yvette. "Do you know what you're doing? If you don't, say so right now and I can take over from here! I'm having an ambulance called because let's be real here guys, he def needs to get to the hospital."

Fay paused for a second. Looking at Thomas who was bleeding out. "Gauze, anti-septic wipes, anti-biotic, use the goddamn gloves or risk infecting him, and hurry up and use that mother fucking adhesive tape. If you don't hurry up, I will!"

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Catching Fay's command as she, too, left out the door, Kalib felt only a smidge better knowing another omega was here in case he messed up. He pulled out his phone and dialed emergency services, telling them the situation, and getting back to what he was doing. "If that guy really does need help, at least someone's coming." He thought, a little less dismal this time. Shoving the negative thoughts from his head, he bucked up and resolved to focus on his job. Turning in his seat, he looked about the scene with alertness. If anything else were to go wrong, he'd make sure he'd catch it (and that he didn't do it himself).

It seemed that the usual suspects were at the bar that night. The alphas, a few betas, a bunch of townsfolk looking to have a good night. Even though he was at the bar, he wasn't expecting to get too drunk that night. It wouldn't be new if a few hunters would try to scope out targets a few days before the full moon and Kalib wasn't going to let anyone hurt their pack. Not on his watch.

[Assistant]
@Trinais

~Anton~

Anton watched Ryan walk away with hungry eyes and made herself comfy on her chair. She should really come here regularly - force Ryan into working weeks, perhaps? Anton didn't really know how she felt about Ryan. His eyes are so dreamy... She was awoken by a rapid voice in her ear.
"You are done drinking."
"Fuck off Carlson. I can drink as much as I intend to. Which, like all of the rest of my private life, is none of your business."
Anton watched Thomas being tended to by, literally, everyone. She took this as an opportunity to get away from Carlson, and lifting herself over the bar, went into the cooler room where she found Ryan.
"Hey, Ryan? I've waited long enough, where do you store my Vodka?"
She began rooting through cupboards without waiting for an answer. 'Fuckin' Ryan,' she thought.