[System]
Serlor Lily
 Sadlon
Physical Description: Height: 55 feet Weight: 2,700 lb.
Serlor is a jet black with hints of dark blue hidden in the scales, the underbelly being a slightly darker blue. The underbelly has small spikes that protect the chest area. Serlor's eyes are a glaring white that is overt in darkness. The tail has multiple spikes that protrude from the base and end of the tail. Larger spikes are also prominent that start from the base of the skull.
Lily
Lily. She's keen, efficient, and skillful, being trained to keep ahead of the curve. Lily had dark, gray eyes. She wore armor plates on her shoulders, ribbons and golden rings and such under a red, black, and white shirt. Her hair was a silky black, tied up with a purple ribbon into a ponytail and held back by a ninja headband that matched her clothes.

Class: Fantastical Beast, Dragon

Your Place in the World: Serlor met Lily at a hunt designed to shoot down and stalk dragons that had been too unfortunate to step into a trap. Serlor was one of these unfortunate dragons that landed into the web-trap. It was by Lily, stumbling upon the mammoth-sized beast, that saved Serlor. Lily quickly went to work at the ropes, being careful to not get stuck in them herself. As soon as she finished the villagers had caught her at the treachery, and therefore, despised Lily. Serlor broke free of the rest of the weakened ropes. Lily jumped upon Serlor's back and the dragon set such a bonfire that the whole town was engulfed in flames. And they both didn't stop there. Villages upon villages were almost torn to the ground, set ablaze. The fire was so bad that there are still small fires flickering through the towns. They both took ownership of the original village, until a troop of knights came to take back the land. They took Lily by surprise. As a sentence for betraying the village, they killed her. Serlor quickly found out about the death, and almost turned the town to complete ashes with anger. The knights never came back, for they were buried upon piles of ashes. Up until now, Serlor has kept full ownership of the land.
Abilities: Serlor can breathe fire and ice. The biome that the dragon is currently in affects this change. Fire is with warm biomes and ice is below freezing points.
Equipment:
RP Notes: Could you let someone find the town that Serlor lives at? It doesn't matter who it is.

[User]
"Well, from what little I know of it, Project Prometheus was focused on the manipulation of something called 'Biogenic Energy'," Steph explained after Peter had inquired about the project. "That's the kind of energy harnessed by the sword Minoc gave me," she added, hoping that might make things a bit clearer. "It also had to do with the creation of beings specifically designed to make use of such energy, like Sarah here."

After Steph asked about potential methods of rapid transit, Peter frowned. "W-Well… There's the train we took to get here, but, uh, like I said, it only runs between the Castle and Tinkertown…"

"There are also several winged beasts upon which one can ride," Sir Gravy added. "Of course, they are not simply handed out to just anyone, but I have no doubt that two Oracles of legend, such as yourselves, would most assuredly be granted them, if requested."

"You can say that again," Steph agreed, when Sarah noted the daunting task ahead of them. Then Sarah mentioned going to check out the view from the towers, practically dragging Peter along with her. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to get a look at the local the lay of the land," Steph reflected with a giggle, as she and Sir Gravy followed after them.

[Assistant]
Sarah

Up in the tower, Sarah was looking out at the landscape, letting her pink hair dance in the wind, brushing it out of her eyes to get a clear view, a bright smile on her face. To her left is Sir Gravy, doing little more than admiring the view himself.

"It's not as high up as it was on the sky-manta's back," she tells Stephanie when the other girl joins her. "But here, I can see things better. I can see the people in the towns, the farmers in the field. It makes me wonder what they're thinking of, how they're living their lives. It's just... so strange, thinking about how these people spend their lives.

"To be honest... I envy them a bit," she admits, a warm smile adorning her face.

Peter, by contrast, is rather green in the gills, leaning on the inner wall away from the battlements, and trying not to throw up. He's clearly not comfortable way up here.

"Begging your pardon, Sarah, but I don't think I'm cut out for heights," he admits. "I've never been this high off the ground, to be honest, and I'm finding it's making me sick."

"Oh don't be silly, Peter," Sarah giggles. "You just don't look down. I mean, I've been 'alive' for the past week and I already guessed that bit."

"Easier said than done!" Peter says. "You told me not to look down and it got stuck in my head! You just don't tell someone that, especially if they're afraid of heights!"

"Well, maybe it's dangerous if you fell from a great height-"

"Exactly! And I'd rather not find out!"

"But as long as you're standing on something solid, you'll be fine." Sarah stamps the stone. "See? It's safe. Even if the heights look scary, you're safe."

She looks down to prove her point, but then something draws her attention. It's the scorch marks left by Bandersnatch, blasting the castle walls with fire and magic. The walls had weathered them well, but the scorched black contrasted against the majesty of the stonework, marring the appearance. The paladin notices her gaze.

"It's a shame what that brute has done to the walls," Sir Gravy admits. "Fret not, dear ladies, we'll have the painters and stonemasons clean that up as best as they can. This castle's survived worse, so no need to worry."

"That's nice," Sarah muses. "But it's what he tried to do. He tried to destroy the castle..."

"As I said, this castle's survived worse. Trust me when I say this castle might stand for centuries more yet!"

"Certainly not for his lack of trying," Sarah replies bitterly. "Why do Draygon's servants do this? They seem keen on destroying everything... why? What do they gain from this? It's bad enough the world's fallen from the days of the ancients, they're trying to destroy more of it..."

[User]
Steph raised an eyebrow at Peter's terrified demeanor.

"Seriously?" she asked Peter with a chuckle. "You're afraid of heights? Your home town was built on top of a mountain!"

"Y-Yes, that's true," Peter conceded. "B-But I never really ventured outside all that often, and I never got close to the c-cliffs…"

"I guess that explains it, then," she noted, although she still found it amusingly ironic.

Steph's attention was soon drawn back to Sarah, who was asking about Draygon and his intentions. It was something that had been poking at the back of Steph's mind as well. Who was this Draygon, and how was he able to create monsters like the harpy she'd fought back at Tinkertown? From what she had been able to gather, the so-called "Wizards" were simply people who had learned how to utilize some facet of old world knowledge or technology. Was this the case for Draygon as well? If so, then he had certainly acquired a knowledge of science far in advance of that displayed by the rest of this depressingly medieval world. However, before Sir Gravy could answer Sarah's question, or Steph could give voice to one of her own, they were interrupted by the arrival of a youthful squire.

"P-Please pardon the intrusion, Sir Gravy," the squire stammered, clearly out of breath. "But I come bearing a message from Master Tornel. He has instructed me to request that you…" His voice trailed off as he noticed the two young women present. "O-Oh, good heavens!" he exclaimed, prostrating himself in supplication. "Please forgive your lowly servant, mighty Oracles!" he pleaded. "I did not mean to disturb you with my presence!"

"D-Don't worry," Steph told the messenger gently, more than a little taken aback by his reverence towards Sarah and herself. "You didn't do anything wrong, and there's really no need for you to be afraid of us," she added with a reassuring smile, while kneeling down and placing a hand on the squire's shoulder. "We're regular people, just like you."

The young man gasped as he felt Steph touch his shoulder, but calmed slightly upon seeing her kind smile. Now that he looked at her face, she didn't appear to be any different than a normal person. And yet, she was an Oracle, a divine messenger of the Ancients! How could she be so… humble?

That thought was quickly banished when Sir Gravy spoke up.

"Young squire! You spoke of a message from Master Tornel! Out with it lad! What new task awaits?!"

"M-My apologies, sir! M-Master Tornel wishes for you to escort the Oracles to their chambers and watch over them until the feast tomorrow. I would have informed you sooner, but I was told you would be in the library, and when you weren't there…"

"Not to fret, young squire!" Sir Gravy reassured him. "Your quest to locate us was successful, and you have imparted the message entrusted to your care. You have done quite well indeed! What pray tell is your name, young squire?"

"S-Squire Toast, sir."

"Well, then, Squire Toast, I shall be sure to mention your exemplary service when next I speak with both Master Tornel and His Majesty, the King!"

"T-Thank you, sir!"

"Think nothing of it, lad!" the paladin replied with a hearty laugh. "A job well done deserves to be recognized!"

"Wait, you mentioned a feast?" Steph asked.

"Why, yes! Of course! Master Tornel is preparing a grand banquet in your honor! There will be music and entertainers of all kinds! Master Tornel has demanded only the best for our Mighty Oracles!"

"Tornel's setting this up?" Steph asked dubiously. She tried not to scowl at the mention of the wizard, but after his earlier treatment of Sarah and herself, she found it hard not to regard all his actions as highly suspicious.

[Assistant]
Sarah

"Well, the King was angry with Tornel at his actions," Sarah says. "Maybe it's his way of an apology?"

She still remembers the fury in the King's eyes at Tornel's actions, and while she's still a bit upset about how Tornel had tried to kill her earlier, maybe he saw the error of his ways? She's a bit full after her brunch with the King, but she's certainly curious about the entertainment for the meal.

"Either way, sounds like there's going to be quite the spectacle there, and I'm kind of curious to see what they have."

[User] He takes a deep breath, and blasts out a wave of white hot flames, the air burning as the liquid like blaze feeds greedily on the air, and the bodies of birds. He snarls, and loops around the castle, watching Bandersnatch lay seige to the building.

[Assistant]
Castle of Solace
The Oracle's Banquet

 It was the night of the banquet in honor of the Oracles and the end of the siege. For reasons unknown Bandersnatch had left, though he did not leave empty handed. He now held in his possession one of the mythical swords of the ancients, the Sword of Fire. The people of Solace, however, did not see that as much of a loss because Tornel, the High Wizard of the Castle, only used the sword as an ornament and never learned how to channel its great power.

 The true inspiration of the Banquet was the arrival of the Oracles, beings of fable who were seen by many as god-like entities who have risen to lead them into the future, and by others as fake messengers created by the Wizard cult. Not much time had passed since their arrival, but like all monumentally changing events, waves of emotion swept through the population of the castle and and surrounding town. The common folk enjoyed a spectacle, and the possibility of seeing living gods was sure to be one. On the night of the Oracle's Banquet, as it was being called, the main hall of the castle was filled to the brim and people were gathered in the courtyard outside of the gates having their own celebration and listening to the music echoing from the castle interior.

 On a stage at the end of the hall furthest from the door was the King's thrown and his chromed and gem-inlaid table. Sitting on either side of the King sat Sarah and Stephanie, each dressed in finery that was both radiant and glowing. After the girls sat family members of the King, including his son and three daughters. At the end of the table sat Tornel, purposefully positioned so that he could conduct the orchestrations of the Banquet. Each dish was brought in and served on fine pewter plates, the wine and juices were served in plain silver goblets shined to perfection.

 The banquet hall was an open space between the King's table and the large double door that lead into the courtyard. There were tables against the far walls containing mountains of fresh food and servants quickly refilled trays and brought fresh munchies to the people dancing and mingling. On well lit balconies above the food tables there sat small quartets of musicians playing wind and string instruments with a drummer keeping the rhythm. To the King's left the musicians had a female singer, to his right was a male singer. They took turns but sometimes harmonized together, the affect was beautiful.

 The roof of the banquet hall held the visage of 8 women, each in varying stages of dress and with different symbolic images around like stalks of wheat, a boat, or a golden fleece. One of the women had pink hair. The King would note that these are images of different Oracles who were venerated by the people. The people had different names for the Oracles based on tradition, the one with Pink hair was named Laughter. There was no image to depict Stephanie.

 Periodically throughout the banquet people brought gifts and laid them down at the steps before the throne. There they would ask for blessings from the Oracles, flatter them with a poem or song, or confess a deep affection and vow their servitude. Every third of Fifth supplicant was a performer brought in by Tornel who performed magic tricks, acrobatics, or some other vaudevillian act meant to entertain and keep the festivities fresh. After each one the people of the banquet would applaud and the night seemed to go splendidly.


[System]
Alias: The Megaton Mutant

Age: 192

Gender: Male, not that it's even relevant anymore

Race: Super Mutant (Mariposa strain)

Primary Skills*: Explosives, Big Guns, Repair

SPECIAL*: Strength - 1+7=8
Perception - 1+5=6
Endurance - 1+6=7
Charisma - 1+2=3
Intelligence - 1+6=7
Agility - 1+4=5
Luck - 1+3=4

Gear/inventory: * Red Glare Rocket Launcher
* 5 satchel charges
* Brahmin femur (used as club)
* Tool kit
* Backpack (sewn together from multiple smaller backpacks, looks like a backpack quilt)
* Water Canteen
* Sack of mole rat meat
* Sack of brahmin meat
* Welding mask (small fit, designed for humans)
* Does not wear any kind of armor

History: Joshua was only 4 when his vault was opened and the horrors of the wasteland came to greet him. Life was pretty good until then, and to be perfectly honest, life was pretty good after that too. For a time, anyway. Sure, his human family was either murdered or transformed into super mutants thanks to the invading army of The Master, but on the bright side he had made plenty of new friends! Joshua was deemed too young to be dipped into FEV, and so he was raised as a human for a few years, living with the Order in their great cathedral. Thanks to this, he became a devout member of the Unity and follower of the Master. Once he had reached his teens, it was deemed appropriate that he be dipped.

Once he had made the transformation, Joshua was one of the lucky mutants that not only managed to hold on to his intelligence, but actually found his mind enhanced. Of course this was a blessing brought on by the Master, just one of the gifts provided by Unity. Those mutants that lost a few brain cells, he considered to have been heretics or non-believers that were being punished with a "lesser form" after becoming one with Unity. So for many years he served the Master and the Lieutenant as a loyal soldier in their army. While he preferred not to roam the wastes and instead focus on the infrastructure of their main HQ at Mariposa military base, occasionally directives came from higher up and he'd have to journey out. Finding smaller guns too impractical to work with, and most larger weapons too difficult to aim (for he wasn't a trained combatant), Joshua found his niche with explosions. You know how the old saying goes. Almost only counts in horseshoes and high-ordnance missile launchers.

Joshua was out on one such patrol when a devastating event occurred. He returned home only to find that Mariposa… Was a smoking ruin. Joshua did what he could and managed to salvage just enough of the security footage outside the base to see a squad of Brotherhood paladins in power armor storming the front doors, but nothing more. With the Lieutenant gone and desperate for guidance, he made the long trek to the Boneyard to seek out the Master… Only to find the same. That moment broke something deep in Joshua. He had spent his entire life devoted to Unity, to the Master, believing that they were completely unstoppable in their perfect forms… But clearly that was not the case. Lost, Joshua took to roaming blindly about the wastes, searching for any of his mutant kin.

Over the years, the California wasteland changed around Joshua. Mutants were few and far between, but humans… They began to thrive. They got more organized, built an infrastructure, even a small country! This gave them great strength, and Joshua had to admit to the irony in it. The Master's army attempted to force Unity upon the population, and they were destroyed for it. Now these humans were achieving a different kind of Unity, and while there was the occasional bloodshed, it appeared to mostly be by choice. Disillusioned, and seeing some of his brothers joining this New California Republic, Joshua decided to roam eastward.

His travels took him to many interesting locations, usually fraught with dangers (as the wasteland tends to be). One place in particular, however, stood out. It was a small town that occupied an old military base: Hopeville. The community was only just growing, but the resources they had were truly considerable. It brought Joshua back to his old days at Mariposa. The people were distrustful of him, and he of them, but as it turned out they were having problems with some of the machinery they needed to get their settlement up and running. So Joshua approached them with a deal. He would use his skills and experience as a mechanic and knowledge of old world military tech to repair their damaged equipment, and in return he would get some provisions and a specialty weapon for his travels. The citizens of Hopeville agreed to the provisions, but refused to place heavy ordnance in the hands of a super mutant. Disappointed, Joshua agreed to the terms, as he was not a negotiator.

It took a few days, but Joshua trained a few of them on the workings of the base, and together they got things up and running. Things quickly turned around when a deathclaw attacked, killing three of the citizens in a blitz before running off. Having grown attached to the people, Joshua decided to join the hunting party they had put together. To his surprise, they allowed him to go along and provided him with a treasure from the military base: a Red Glare Rocket Launcher. Over the course of four days they hunted the deathclaw back to its nest, but by the time they had arrived, the humans were exhausted and in no condition to battle one of the wasteland's most dangerous predators. Joshua went into the cave alone, promising them retribution. Inside he found more than just the deathclaw. He found an entire chamber full of eggs, all surrounding a misplaced nuclear warhead. Daring not to engage the nest head on, Joshua used his extensive knowledge of explosives and fired his rocket launcher at the warhead, damaging the casing and triggering a contained explosion… Without setting off the nuclear component. The resulting explosion destroyed the eggs, killed the deathclaws, and caused a cave in. Joshua was regarded a hero of Hopeville and given the moniker of the "Megaton Mutant." For the first time in a long while, he felt like he belonged…

Which meant he had to leave immediately. The last time he had belonged, he lost what he lived for. It was too painful, and he couldn't bare to stand the thought of repeating it. His journeys continued, now armed with the Red Glare. Pressing forward, Joshua arrived in the midwest, where he happened upon by far the most peculiar and bizarre sight in his life. A small group of Brotherhood of Steel paladins approached, and among their ranks were two ghouls, a protectron, and a trained hound. Expecting a fight with his kind's oldest and most hated enemy, he prepared himself, but nothing could prepare him for what happened next. The commanding officer there… Offered to recruit him. What? He couldn't have heard that correctly, right? No, he did? Um, ok. Well then, uh… In any case, Joshua declined, but the encounter had been thought provoking. How long had he been wandering alone? How out of touch was he? Were mutants now accepted among humans? If the Brotherhood of all people could accept him… He still wouldn't join anybody, but perhaps he didn't have to remain as isolated as he was. That's when Joshua decided to become a mercenary for hire. He heard tale that the East coast was in a great deal more turmoil than than back home in the West was, so that's where he headed.

A week was all the time Joshua needed in the Capitol Wasteland to realize that no, mutants were not universally accepted now. Over there, mutants and humans remained in a constant never-ending war, killing one another uselessly. He had learned his lesson after getting shot at the first time he approached a group of humans. His first run in with the local mutants didn't go so well either, as they had proven to be even dumber than the worst of his brothers back home, and twice as bloodthirsty. Actually, it was strange that there were other mutants at all when he thought about it. Of course, he didn't know too much about the FEV or its origins, only what Unity and the Master had told him, and thinking back on it there was never a lot of practical knowledge or history in those sermons. Well to get back to the point, Joshua decided that while the Capitol Wasteland had indeed been in greater turmoil and thus a man of his talents and services would be in high demand, clearly his origins were a dangerous point of contention. He left, deciding to head South.

And that is where our tale begins, as the Megaton Mutant has crossed the entire country over more than a century, and now has found his way to the Florida Everglades, unsure of what awaits him, save for one certainty: war. Because war never changes.

[User]
Sam cocked an eyebrow at the three who had interfered in her negotiations. The first one, some lab experiment of a creature looking half ghoulish and half human seemed to decline the extra caps for no particular reason. The insane hunter from before, possibly crazed from radiation sickness, argued for the original expense with a series of mission expenses despite the fact that it had already been apart of the deal and thus demanded less money on the whole. The third was possibly the worst, Carver was wishy washy and could go either way on the price. Sam mentally noted the three of them as morons, making plans to stay as far away from them as she could until the mission was done with. Someone who was poor with their caps did not have the survival instinct in place to keep themselves alive and put those around them in danger. She nodded at Victoria at the acceptance of her barter, despite her weakened position from the three dullards. She had expected some sort of counter offer, despite what this woman said it seemed that she truly was in desperate need of assistance to hand over so many credits for one excursion. The super mutant known as Joshua gave her a nod of respect due to her bartering on his behalf. Sam returned the gesture in kind, the mutant seemed to be quite capable, intelligent, and had smashed the glowing ghoul which had done quite a lot to alleviate her concerns. Besides it always paid to be friendly with the hulking behemoth carrying a rocket launch in a dangerous situation... possibly many social ones as well now that she thought about it.

She chatted around some with the locals about some of the previous expeditions that had entered Florida both before and after the GECK activated, but to no surprise found nothing about her family. There was nothing more she wished to say to her fellow volunteers until morning so went back into her room to works on repairing a minor issue in her rifle. Even though it was a small issue, those small degrees of care and preparation were often the difference between a successful scavenger and a dead scavenger. When she was completed, she slept for the rest of the night before heading to the meeting place. She gave the group a collected nod and knelt down to ensure that the contents of her pockets and bag were all secure and ready for her to transport comfortably while she waited for Victoria.

[Assistant]
The old man after disappearing from the drinking establishment wakes up in his tent the next morning, which lies at the meeting place with three dead brahmin and one radscorpion husks decomposing outside of it, the old man sees the corpses after exiting the tent, almost tripping up over three sacks of brahmin and radscorpion meat next to a burnt out fire on the way to a stump.

"Was I drunk or having another episode?" Lewellyn groggily asks himself, just realising the others standing around the same area. "How long have you lot been there? We signed on to destroy a Gecko didn't we? Oh wait it was a GECK, found the place they tested those creation kits in five years ago... Utterly spectacular..." Lewellyn blurts out, taking a seat on the nearby stump while trying to remember what happened beyond the ghoul's head exploding. Ol' Com lies beside the stump, sleeping away with a teddy bear near him.

[User]
Eventually John made it to the area as well. He was certainly late, and his labcoat was covered in dried blood.

"What? You thought I wouldn't come?"

He had heard so much about these GECKs, the best of pre-war technology, and seeing the one device behind all these rumors and stories was something he couldn't leave behind.

[Assistant]
Victoria's eyebot shook itself side to side to indicate it was not the red witch. It then sent a package of data to Slag explaining that the Red witch was about to undertake a mission. As an enclave operative, Slag should come along. Details about the Geck and where to meet up were included. Slag was on his own until morning when the group departed. Then the eyebot turned and floated away cheerfully.

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Victoria awoke with a start. The feeling of something being wrong woke her from a fairly pleasant dream. If she had not gain enough to realize she was dreaming she might have not realized something was wrong. She looked over from her bed at the prewar alarm clock across the room. Its gears were stuck showing 2:34 am, but the first rays of daylight could be seen breaking the horizon. She gets up and walks over to the broken device. Without warning she grabs a bat and smashes the alarm clock into a thousand pieces. "Worthless piece of junk." Victoria exclaimed. Her eyebot beeped a scared sounding series of beeps. Victoria turned to it and smiled, "Oh you are fine. Though you are once again on alarm clock duty. Now, lets go prepare."

Victoria did a light jog from her room to the meeting place by the city gates. There was already a decent crowd. Victoria cursed under her breath. Some leader she was to be late to such an important meeting. She may just have lost the respect she might have gained from her initial hiring speech. She made it to the group and said, "Sorry, I am late. I had business to attend to. Now, we have a good long march south along the I-75. I hope you all are ready. We will spend a night under the stars and if all goes well we reach the place that is to be our outpost by noon tomorrow."


[System]
Appearance:

(Ah, once again Pixiv fantasia and the out of cliche japanese artists save me from utter nothingness. A minute of silence for Japan's industrialisation)

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Race: Wolfman

Magic: Yin

Personality:
Rothfell is a dedicated hitman. His job requires discretion and attention and as such he has developed a slight lack of emotions. He wears a so called masks so others cannot see his emotions. More often than not he doesn't talk to anybode less he knows them, and is reluctant on making new acquaintances. Most people cannot last long with someone like him. There is an inherent danger. Thought he uses Yin magic, perfectly suitable for his job, he doesn't deal with the witches cult and often takes breaks from his job to hunt mabeasts. Not a friendly person, rather rude to be honest.

Background:
As one of the more Demi of the demi-human races, Rothfell has always enjoyed a unique sensation whenever he met ordinary humans. He felt happy to not be jsut ordinary and so much like them, and considered himself to be better than them. He kept a condescending tone with them, and when the oppurtunity arise to make a living from killing them, he didn't turn down. He was never trained swordsmanship, but his hands quickly adjusted to the weapons and after a few months he became quite decent with them. He would often boast with them, even to knights, often leading to lost fights. In truth he would have stayed the same for the rest of his life, had the Master Swordsman not interrupted. After a friendly duel, he lost so badly that his pride was gone from that day. Since he has been training regularly, becoming more and more favored by those who wanted people dead. He never used magic before either, until one dangerous mission forced him into the corner, where his inner instincts and emotions helped him release an uncontroleld burst of Jin magic, surrounding him with thinck black fog. His magic is still quite weak, but he has been training ever since the day, strenghtening his powers.

Likes:
-Swords
-Dragons
-Weird Artefacts
-Magical Things
-Bunnies
-Demi-humans like him
-Children

Dislikes:
-Knights
-Spicy Food
-Cats
-Smartass People
-People who ask too many questions

Theme: TBA

Hendrick Joseph

Age:
?

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Magic:
Rune Magic - Hendrick utilises exotic magic, unlike that you would normally find. His magic revolves around runes, simple graphs or carvings to help cast magic, and enchant them. They work on the very fundamentals magic and mana, and are learned through many years in far away monasterys of the east. They are heavy on movement, requiring the user to do ritual steps in order to cast the spell, and the simplest runes can even be cast into the air, as if the user was drawing on a solid surface, or if the user wishes to utilize anything more than a gust of air, carved into runestones to be used individually or as part of a bigger spell. This magic doesn't replace normal magic, rather finds the way spells are forged, and uses a more elemental way to cast them. The user still uses up mana, but isntead of making their own magic, the mana is funneled into the rune, which can more effectively cast the magic. Stronger spells require significant times to cast, and often more than one runes. These runes cost not only significant amounts of time and precision to craft, but also require mana to be charged up and very specific materials to craft them. Fire type magics will require Fire Blossoms or Magma Crystals to make, Earth would need Dustroots and Mudgems, and so do the other speels need certain elements to craft. The runes are made of runestone, a special type of rock that can be made from the powders of other stones, which makes them very heavy, and larger quantities of runes cannot easely be carried without limiting the users movement. Furthermore after casting, the runes will turn into powder, which can be crafted into runestones once again, given that the user collects the fine dust that remains.

Divine Protection:
Monk of the East - Blessed with the understanding of deeper magical connections, Monks of the East can cast runes and gylphs. Their understanding of mana, and how it affects all living beings helps them stay healthy, live a longer life, and aim for vital points in combat that can block the mana flow of the adversary.

Personality:
Hendrick is a subtle person. Calm and collected, his years of training made his mind a shrine for the soul to dwell in. Always out to help others, and teach them the way of the monks. He despises both light and dark, good and bad and instead focuses on the state of neutrality. His only goal is to find enlightment, and the road he takes to achieve it can be anything. He evades law, bud abides justice.

Background:
Hendrick was born, raised and trained at an off the grid monastery of the Monks of the East. They are a secret that is passed from father to son, and most of their inhabitants never leave the compunds that they were born in. Their society is one of isolation and inner harmony. However, a selected few that are chosen at birth are trained as warriors and priests through their life. These few are the ones who venture out into the world, and seek their fortune in the great beyond. Hendrick was trained since he was able to wield a stick as a weapon, and trained for nearly 20 years. When he wasn't sparring, he learned the arts of magic from the sages of the monastery. For 20 years, his life was eventless.

Description(cause why don't we have these, really?):
Hendrick is a blind monk, trained in the arts of magic and martial arts. He likes to use his staff more than his spells, but if things go downhill he will not avoid spending all of his mana and runes. He is an expert fighter, but will never result to lethal moves. He is blind, but his senses give him a much better understanbding of the surroundings than if he had vision. he can "see" things he can hear, and he senses the mana around him, creating an image composed of multiple layers in his head. He can "see" in a different way, a way that can be much better for some things, and incredibly crippling for others.

When he reached 30, he left the monastery to try his fortune.He would return every 5 years to bring news about what is going on in the world. He would travle to many kingdoms and khaganates, learning secrets and improving his abilities. After his last return home, he set his sights on Lugnicia, a kingdom that would surely offer much enlightement to someone like him.

Likes:
-Peace
-Silence
-Nature
-Strawberry Muffins
-Martial arts
-Cats

Dislikes:
-Noise
-Duality
-Alcohol

Theme:

[User]
~Kyojin~
@Rune_Alchemist

Smiling brightly he could not help but accept his friends support, as little as he got he has always been strong enough to simply push through it and be tough, but sometimes it was just good to get it. With a chuckle and shake of his head he took another mighty sip of his ale, feeling the smooth alcohol refresh his throat and give his tired body a little bit of a jump start.

"Well I have been thinking about hunting for a while, but since I am far too large for a normal bow and not really.. sneaky, I thought hunting something that actively tries to kill me would be a better fit! Bwahahaha!"

With a deep laugh he listened to the mans complaints about his inns rooms, of course that was a issue given that they were likely full of his junk.. Though that being said it was still very much HIS junk that needed to be cleaned out and then stored somewhere for them to become usable. Of course being not only Kondo's friend but also a all around kind giant he would offer to help him out, though he never expected anything to come of it. After all the man was only interested in making some money off the place before he sold it on, well that and the basically free ale and the like that he could chug down day after day!

"Well, if you ever need help cleaning them up just ask... Do you hear something?"

Turning his head past Kondo he spotted the black ears first and then the blur that followed, it almost running right off the balcony and down into the street! With reflexes not normally seen in his race he raised his hand in front of the women to prevent her from going any further, he would feel bad if she went splat! Thankfully she had the good sense to stop, still she was so full of energy he half expected her to just bounce right off!

"Umm..."

Following the raising motion he placed a hand on the back of his head and stroked it as he peered over to Kondo, wondering if he had anything to add to the frantic repeating of his name. Still what really caught his attention back was the mention of finding a girl, and at first he was going to congratulate her on finding someone, until she said she was lost....

"Keeping a lost person is against the law, I am pretty sure of it... I think. Well at least she knows our names now. Where is she?"

[Assistant]
Avery Ackbar Celestia

Avery couldn't help but raise his eyebrow slightly at Dante's response. So he was a 'private law enforcer' then? To Avery that meant bounty hunter or mercenary. Not that Dante being one of them bother the young trap much.
In fact his attire pretty much screamed such a thing to Avery. After all, bounty hunters and mercenaries had their position in the justice system and offered a line of work so they were important. Avery himself would've loved to have become a bounty hunter actually; but he loved being Vesta's attendant far too much. Oh that and the FAR easier life he had being in a rich household.
That was a pretty big bonus to him rather than roughing it up by sleeping outdoors. He needed his beauty sleep after all if he wanted to keep his deceptive appearance up!
"Oh really? So like a bounty hunter? Or a vigilante?" Avery clasped his hands together in a rather cutesy and cheerful manner now. He totally had these guys convinced he was a girl at this stage, not that anyone could blame them. He always put on a rather convincing act which he had mastered these last eight years.
"I've always admired those sort of people...so strong, so full of conviction. They have no ties to anyone, and of course they're mysterious and cool." Avery added with a giggle as he walked over and placed a foot underneath his staff. Half glancing over his shoulder at the goblin currently hitting on him, he shoot him a flirty grin before kicking up his staff.
Effortlessly catching it in mid-air Avery quickly spun around with his hands behind his back and skipped over to the bandit.
"I wouldn't mind too much actually...but my mistress might. She's always telling me not to go off with random men I've just met. Such a bore." Avery pouted slightly before lightly bonking him on the head with his staff, his mischievous smile returning as too the glint in his eye. Almost as if he realised something important, Avery looked upwards and allowed his fist to fall into his open palm.
"Oh and I totally forgot I hate goblins. Especially one as ugly such as yourself. Sorry~" Avery loved being such a huge tease. And the goblin had made it so easy to mock and tease him at the same time. With that insult done, Avery now began skipping back over to Dante, a quite content smile spread across his feminine face.
"Though I wouldn't mind going on one with you Mr Dante." Avery gave Dante a teasing wink before turning away and giggling. Almost as if embarrassed.
"Although that's only if you can help me hide. My mistress is quite cross with me right now, that's why I was running. She gets quite scary when angry so maybe lying low would be a good idea for the rest of the day."


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 19

Place of Birth:
Buckhead

Sexuality:
Straight (I know, how creative of me)

Relationship Status:
Playboy

Occupation:
Owner and CEL of Conway Industries, the largest producer of fire arms in the South East

Power:
Ashton's power is to allow his body to create extraordinary forces of power physically impossible to any other normal human. What does this exactly entail, you may ask? Things such as a punch that could put a hole through a wall. Steel plating. If hard enough, a building. Clap his hands together to create a sonic boom, slam his fist on the ground like a hulk smash, launch himself with one of his legs to hurl himself at a great speed or leap a great length. He can also use his power to create a force to negate another force. Shot with a bullet? Equal and opposite force exerted on it to stop it, smush it, send that bitch flying. Same for say a truck, but would require much for effort. The amount of effort he puts into each force wave, if you will, determines the power, area of effect, range, etc. It requires more power to have it reach farther and effect a wider area. To not completely screw himself, Ashton usually uses minimal force waves at precise intervals when necessary to minimize costs. However, if a desperate of enough situation arrives, he might need to King Kong that shit.

Cost of powers use:
Every time he uses his powers, a certain part of his body, depending on the part of the body that does the exertion, goes into temporary paralysis. The area of which is paralyzed, the severity, and how long depend on the amount of effort. If he, say, flicks a quarter through a wall, his two fingers may be extremely numb for a short amount of time. Seconds or minutes, depending on DM discretion. Punching a person so hard he flies across the street and into an old lady's flower shop? His whole arm would be completely paralyzed for a good length of time. Hopefully not an insane amount of time. And if he happens to full on line backer tackle a cruise ship? He'll be laying there for a little while. Probably wondering why he tackled a cruise ship.

Appearance:

Ashton has dark brown hair, thick and lush, his naturally wavy hair is usually slick back like the picture is shown when being business like. More causally he will mess with it, gel it to the side, maybe go for the "just got out of bed" look, he enjoys styling his hair. His eyes are a bright blue, piercing and bright, it almost looks like they glow in a dark room. His skin is fair, although usually tanned due to the nice south sun, his skin is blemish free and usually clear for the most part. As for facial hair, he likes to keep a little bit of stubble, like a five o'clock shadow.

Broad shoulders, athletic build, standing in at 6'2 and 220 pounds, he's built like a football player. And, well, he was. In highschool he used to do lots of exercising and weight lifting, but in the last few years he has kept in shape at the home gym despite the very busy life of a businessman.

After "changing", a small symbol appeared dead center in his chest. It's three small black shapes, similar to the black half of a ying yang symbol. They are arranged in a circular pattern, it's about the size of a quarter. When a parts of his body is paralyzed, the symbols duplicate and create a trail to the paralyzed area, where the symbols cover it.

Skills:
Ashton was a business man for a short time, living with his dad all his life, as well as being a quarterback in high school and captain of many sports teams including basketball, football, baseball, and volleyball in high school. Debate team, scholastic scrimmage, he is a leader through and through. He likes to call audibles on the play, lead the charge, and do things his own way. Usually they're good ideas, he's a bright guy, but not all his ideas are good. Even if he thinks they are. Besides the obvious athletic skills, being the owner of a large gun producer, he's been shooting guns since he was a little kid. He's not some top marksman shoot somebody half a mile away, but he's shot a gun before.

Personality:
A kid who is rich, got whatever he wanted it when he wanted it. Didn't see his parents much, went to a private school. Some spoiled rich kid right? Confident, cocky, pretentious asshole. For the most part, all of this is true. However, since the incident, his life as he knew it had been crashing down around him. Shame, humility, being humble was a hard thing to do. Ashton never knew how to shut up sometimes. He's faced situations where money would not help, and it sucked. Right now he has a better than everybody else attitude that is slowly being unraveled by the "oh shit" symptoms. Some things like deep emotional bonds are lost to him. Yes he's good with people, has an addictive personality, flirty, charming. But beyond that mask of illusion he is an empty shell emotionally, relying on pure raw lust as romantic emotion and having a loose concept of family and close friends. The closest thing to friend he could think of was trade partners. This hallow emotional shell is slowly creeping to the surface, and the reality check is starting to put him in check. He tries to put up his swagger and confident and put up this big front, just to hide that behind the wall there is nothing holding it up.

History: Born and raised in Buckhead, Ashton had a silver spoon in his mouth. His father was the founder on Conway industries, and his mother was an ex-model trophy wife. The two of them were always on trips and vacations and meetings, so Ashton bounced around several maids and servants to raise him in a big penthouse. He was very distant from his parents as a child, and saw them sparsely as they would come home between their travels, hug him goodbye, and then leave again.

School was normal for Ashton, at least, normal for going to the most expensive private school and getting a personal tutor. At the age of 12 his mom was diagnosed with cancer and shortly died, leaving his father his only parent. The death of his mother was saddening, but not as traumatic as it should be, considering he never really saw her. He turned to sports to get his mind off of things, deciding to spend his time taking advantage of his natural athletic ability. At the times he was home, his father actual did spend time with him, but it was just talk of business deals and offers, about his work. It was things he would say to his now deceased wife and had nobody left to tell, needing an outlet. However, all this business talk and strategies would help later on, and his father once told him that down the road he would pass the business onto him once Ashton went to college.

At the age of 16 life was good, he had already won state championship for football being the quarterback, had a pretty girlfriend, good grades, experimenting with drugs at parties and drinking, driving a Lamborghini around. Life was good, but then some adult shit hit the fan. His dad died of a car accident and the family business was being left to him when he turned 18, the company being run by the Vice President, whom Ashton considered a friend. Ashton squeezed the last two years of blissful highschool goodness he could before he got thrown into the business world, going straight from high school and running his own business. His father's teaching helped, along with the Vice President, and he spent two straight years in the constant cycle.

Once the gala incident hit, everything changed. Ashton soon lost a lot of his business, so he had to leave the business to his Vice President again to stop the loss of profits. His girlfriend flat out dumped him as soon as it happened, and once a girl knew what he was, he wanted nothing to do with him. Fewer and fewer stores and banks let him in, and he found himself driving his Lamborghini in circles around the city. He grew up with material things filling his life, family and friends and love were things he did not need. Or so he thought. Now, his money got him nothing. He was a freak. Alone. A depressed, lonely, shell of a man in a Lamborghini and a several thousand dollar business suit. There was no amount of money that could buy his life back now.

[User]
Clearly, this was no time for jokes. But Violet seemed to think otherwise and Ashton even went with it. She could understand why Violet would say something like that, given that she was young and could be turned into lighthearted jests. Though someone like Ashton was someone she did not expect to do that. But oh well, they were still teens after all. The blond haired bodyguard quickly followed behind Ashton as they began making their way to the front.

The blaring music beat against her eardrums, the constant moving of the people in the bar, the flashing lights - everything was distracting her. She couldn't hear the SWAT team nor can she see them. Were they already inside? It irritated her but it did not seem that people were even paying attention to them, armed and ready to kill.

The moment they stepped out, Luna heard a small clank. A canister. Almost immediately, everything in her body moved. She held no responsibility for any of them now - to Ashton, maybe, but their contract had ended and they were just simply travelling together as per agreement. She heard Violet speak, talking about getting Jennifer's, she assumed, car and giving her the keys to Ashton's car.
No time to argue. She dropped the keys in the teen's hand and then left.

Luna raised her gun but she felt someone push down the automatic rifle and then deliver a punch to her face. She managed to dodge the punch but she lost the rifle in the process. "Come now, Ms. Yvilkov, you should just surrender." The SWAT member was armed with only a handgun but it was already pointed at her. She raised her hands, looking like she gave up. "Good." He moved towards her, lowering the gun ever so slightly.

Chance. Take. Luna grabbed hold of his wrist, pulled and then sent a kick towards his face and then quickly letting go. The male was disoriented and the gun was now on the ground. "I'm surprised you know of me and you still carelessly moved towards me." She said. It's hard to fight with someone like him.

"Tick tock." The man said with a small chuckle and Luna realized that the gas had already spread towards her. Her eyes burned and she quickly slapped her hand over her nose and mouth but it did little to protect her. She glared at the man before turning around and running away. Get a car, and quick. She blinked multiple times but knew that teargas wasn't exactly easy to expel from the body. Once it's there, she had to hope against all odds that she would be able to perform her duties properly.

The SWAT member quickly tried to grab her to restrict her but she judo flipped him before coughing violently under the gas. No time to spend trying to get this guy to black out. She needed to get to at least one car. Her eyes were blurred and she felt tears stream down her face as a reaction from the gas. This wasn't going so well, she knew it. But with the SWAT member after her still down and hopefully the others too busy with her groupmates, she would actually get to the car.

[Assistant]
The SWAT officer had placed Jennifer in the back of a black SUV, her hands remaining uncomfortably handcuffed behind her back, and in a matter of seconds they screeched away from the chaotic scene, that of confused bystanders and club goers who had flooded outside into the parking lot to see what the commotion was all about.

"You haven't read me my rights, you know," Jennifer added to break the silence after some time. In turn, the officer—who had by now taken off his helmet as well as his gas mask—only looked at her through the rear-view mirror. She stared back, but she was once more met with silence save for the typical traffic noises of a busy city intersection.

"But you don't have to," she sighed as she finally accepted the fact that this wasn't a typical arrest. Jennifer leaned her head against the glass window. She figured that she might as well attempt to track their path through whatever familiar road they drove through, if only to figure out where she was eventually going to end up.

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A little while later, Jennifer noticed they pulled up into the back parking lot of some tall, grey building. She was helped out of the vehicle and ushered through a back door. It was getting late at that point and Jennifer couldn't help but wonder whether she was going to get any sleep at all.

"Have a seat," the officer finally said after opening a door and motioning for her to seat on one of the chairs on either side of the table. Jennifer did as she was told and then waited in the all too quiet room.


[System]
Female
Age 24
Appearance
5'6"
Lean flexible athletic build
Light skin (Japanese)
Appears to have shoulder length jet black slightly spikey hair from the front. However her hair splits into parts, taking the longer half and tying it together at the neck into a downwards facing ponytail that reaches her middle back.
Medium sized ahoge, more of angular/rigid spike shape, changes based on their mood/emotions. And electrical charge in battle.
Dark drab blueish-gray/steel left eye.
Yellow right eye with a slit shaped pupil.
Eyebrow over her left eye has a slit break in it towards the outer middle.
Irezumi tattoos:
Right arm- Nagasode style sleeve tattoo extending down to her wrist. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a green snake with a red belly coiling down her arm with it's head ending at her outer wrist.
Left arm- Shichibu style sleeve tattoo extending down to her middle forearm. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a blue snake with a yellow belly coiling up her arm with it's head resting on the front of her upper shoulder. Kanji for Mamushi 蝮 (pit viper) tattooed in black on the inner blank space of her forearm.
Back- Her entire back is covered in large nara black ink clouds for a background. And a large tattoo of the giant 8 headed and tailed snake Yamata no Orochi, various flowers, and lightning bolts in the foreground.
Slightly elongated fang canine teeth on the top and bottom as compared to normal people. Teeth are overall sharper.
Ear piercings- Left: Two slim steel rings on their lobe. Helix cuff.
Right: Circular silver stud on their lobe. Smaller steel cuff at the middle of the outer ear/lower helix.
Black painted nails.

Customized slightly oversized black leather asymmetrical moto jacket. Worn unzipped with belt hanging loose.
Steel curb chain necklace that extends down to her chest. Medium sized silver upside down cross pendant.
Zip-up black hoodie. Worn under her jacket with the hood laid over the jackets collar. Worn unzipped often with the sleeves pulled up to her elbows.
Vintage oversized heavy metal band T-shirts, some with the sleeves cut off. Worn over fishnet shirt. (Metallica, Slayer, Iron Maiden, Led Zeppelin, Megadeth)
Long sleeve black fishnet shirt. Sleeve extends into a fishnet fingerless gloves on the left but is cut off at the wrist on the right.
Silver signet ring on right middle finger with an upside down cross engraved in it.
Mokume-gane Ouroboros shaped ring with pink jeweled eyes on left index finger.
Steel cuban link chain bracelet on right wrist.
Steel studded black leather belt.
Steel chain hanging down at her right side. One end attached to a belt loop, the other to a pocket watch manadial.
Worn/faded slim dark indigo Japanese selvage denim jeans. (Black or stonewash alt. colors)
Black with white accents Onitsuka Tiger Mexico 66 running shoes.
Black calf length open toe and heel socks.

Secondary hairstyle reference (Somewhere in between the two)

Close type of ponytail style reference

Raiya specializes in destructive magic. She is a master of electrical spells, and ruinous spells. She has a great foundation in most all Catholic magics as well as some Japanese Zen Buddhist/Shinto magic. As with her fascination of Japan, she also has a great fascination with snakes and has developed snake themed fighting style and magic. Every so often she sheds her skin, this makes her immune to aging. With her magic powers, she also has the ability to control certain light metals.

Raiya's parents, Japanese immigrants, owned a successful Japanese cuisine restaurant chain in New York City. Both parents died in a burglary gone wrong leaving Raiya orphaned in infancy. With a large mana constitution, Raiya was immediately adopted by the Catholic cathedral and put into mage training. Growing up in the New York Cathedral, she always shadowed Felix and thought of him as her older brother. Raiya was always proficient in magic, and her studies reflected that. Raiya achieved the rank Grand-Mage at the age of seventeen. At the age of twenty she was sent with two other grand-magi to investigate the sudden disappearance of a remote village in Italy. The village was razed, not so much as a 2x4 left standing upright. Investigating the trace of mana waves left by the spell she made her way to a nearby mountain where she found on a cliff-side the definite point of origin of the spell. Looking around the point of origin she found footprints. The foot prints looked exactly like the sole tread of a typical Catholic Magi officer. The level of destruction and the fact that the mana waves left by the spell accounted for only one spell, coupled with the footprint meant the evidence pointed toward an Arch-mage or higher to be the cause of the destruction. Once she returned to the Vatican, she provided the evidence in a council meeting. The council thanked her for the evidence provided but stated that they would be conducting the investigation from then on. Even though the council told her to no longer investigate this issue, Raiya continued the investigation on her own. Looking into the records of those who were gone the night of the destruction of the remote village, she narrowed it down to two, Arch-mage Thadeus and Arch-mage Felix. After obtaining this information, Raiya investigated both Thadues and Felix's living quarters. She discovered that Felix had never even worn his uniform boots, as he wore his own more comfortable combat boots. Thadeus, on the other hand, did not have any other pairs of footwear besides the ones on his feet, which were the uniform boots. Learning of this information but knowing the Vatican council would never listen to her, she approached Felix whom she knew was innocent. She told Felix all of the information she had obtained, but Felix brushed her aside saying that the Vatican was conducting their own investigation and to go against their demands to keep the investigation within their selected team would mean excommunication, even if the information was correct. Felix told her that he would not tell anyone about her own investigation, but pleaded with her to keep quiet about the issue until the Vatican completed their investigation. Raiya couldn't believe what she was hearing, that her cold hard evidence was being brushed aside because of protocol. But what's more, that the investigation team was comprised with Thadeus's brother as a member meant surely that Thadeus would never be convicted of this crime. All of this put into perspective Raiya's membership with the magi, and soon after she left the magi and Catholicism altogether. When she left two others left with her, the other two grand-magi that were on her initial investigation team with her. Soon after they left, they returned to NYC. Because the Vatican saw them as Apostates, they froze all their accounts and social security information, forcing them to make money through means less savory. Instead of falling into despair, Raiya and her two peers adopted the shady lifestyle altogether. Through their magic abilities, it wasn't long before they were running the biggest criminal organization in NYC. Raiya still resides to this day in NYC with the other two magi as her right hand women.

Raiya is seemingly devoid of any positive emotion. Her normal demeanor could be described as aloof. She is seen as a hard nosed, unwavering leader. This makes her well respected by her subordinates in the gang she runs. Though, to those who know her well enough she can be lighthearted. She has a short temper and a low tolerance for annoyances. In her annoyed state she has no problem threatening her friends with one of her sushi knives she keeps in her inner coat pocket, or electrocuting them with her magic. She loves Japan, even though she wasn't raised there herself. Her fanaticism for Japan runs so deep that she has Japanese tattoos, and has even taught herself the language perfectly. She is an excellent chef and specializes in Japanese cuisine. Even though she isn't very sociable, the few friends she does have are kept close to her and she protects them.

[User]
Raiya watched the panicked Logan attempt to talk his way out of trouble. And, to her, it seemed as though he made a valid point. However, before he could finish his proposal, the poor birthday boy caught 5 inches of steel to his throat a few times over.

Raiya cocked an eye halfheartedly. "I'm not one to debate strategic decisions. However, it would seem as though we might have actually needed that idiot alive." Raiya said in an uncaring tone. "What should we do now?" Raiya asked.

[Assistant]
Nemo adjusted his jacket, a bit unkempt from the vicious assault he just dealt out. His actions definitely displayed the more frightening side of his impulsive behavior. "I would have sooner thrown the paragon into the sea myself than let that man lay a finger on you. But that was never the case anyways, we didn't need him." Nemo replied. "I swear, people put too much value on their brief chit-chats over manadial. It's certainly not the first time I've encountered that proposal, sure wont be last. But for such a good actor like me, it'll never be of any value." Nemo explained with a grin, putting his hand on his throat and adjusting his voice to mimic Logan.

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Boslan hit the ground from the tackle, but was able to use his mental capabilities to quickly power through the onslaught of visions. He then attempted to push both his hands into Zoey and discharge a heavy concussive shock-wave into her to get her off him.

[User] Well, that would work. Not that he would know that at first. Zoey left a visual clone of her wolf form on his chest while she landed a bit away. She changed back into her human-like form as her illusion changed into bright light, stuck to Boslan's face. Using that distraction, she'd elbow drop him and try to knock him out.

[Assistant]
Raiya felt a bit disturbed by the overt emphasis Nemo placed on, "protecting" her. After a bit of mental deliberation she decided to just ignore Nemo's insanity. Raiya released her sword letting it evaporate into her manainventory.

I mean, if he isn't just being crazy for the sake of it, he is probably just trying to manipulate me. Either way, I won't let anything get in between me and my goal so it's best to just disregard it and focus on my goal of finding my parent's murderer Raiya's mind briefly wandered.

Raiya leapt on top of a shipping crate and sat down on it letting her legs hang off it.

"Well," Raiya said to Nemo with a soft undertone of forced enthusiasm, "That's a useful trick."

[User]
Despite the bright light, Boslan closed his eyes and used his advanced manalysis to locate Zoey, just in time to roll out of the way of her elbow drop. Boslan then levitated himself back to feet and dispersed the bright distraction stuck to him. Boslan had been getting a bit irritated by now, causing him to lash out by sweeping his arm across from right to left, generating a twelve foot tall wall off magic energy that rapidly swept across to hit Zoey. "A persistent one aren't you?" He spat out.

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Nemo didn't face Raiya once she got on top of the container. He instead looked off to the distance in thought. Judging by what I saw happen to Mr. Hunley earlier, that intimate display with her sword earlier wasn't just for show. She must have venom in her saliva. That's an interesting thought.

"Indeed it is. That technique doesn't seem like all that much, but it's been one of my most effective over the years." Nemo replied. He suddenly got an idea, licking two fingers and running them through a lock of his hair, causing it to temporarily stand up. "Hey Raiya," Nemo turned around with one hand still on his throat, "Who am I now?" He asked, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Raiya's own female voice sounded awkward coming out of Nemo. "Do you think that Zoey and Zuri will be fine on their own, or should we swoop in and steal all the fun?"

[Assistant] Zuri didn't know how to stop that huge wave of energy that was heading straight towards Zoey. It was just too fast for her to try to cancel it out, so instead of doing something that most likely wouldn't work out, she aims her staff straight at Boslan and charges up her spell before blasting it straight towards him, the shape of a spear and the speed of an arrow shot from a compound bow. The spell is intended to penetrate any magical shield, so the only way to stop it is to dodge it or cancelling it out with the same amount of force, which shouldn't be easy with the rate at which the spell was traveling at, however Boslan noticing that Zuri was charging up the spell earlier could be a possibility unless he was distracted or too occupied by something else.

[User] Zoey simply fell through a shadow and back up through his, "Persistent? You have to land hits before you can claim I'm tenacious," she bluffed. She wrapped an arm around his neck and started to squeeze. "Now, this little puppy just failed his mission. He should fall asleep like a good little pup and forget he ever saw us," she mumbles through gritted teeth, having noticed the other one had dropped.

[Assistant]
Raiya was a bit annoyed at the voice bit, but what really irritated her and pushed her a bit over the edge was the mock ahoge Nemo managed to erect. Normally she would have suppressed her emotions to not let it bubble out into a physical display of expression. But Nemo's joke got Raiya's goat so efficiently that she could not help but be flustered. Her face grew a bit red as she clenched her teeth and balled her fists a bit.

She turned her head upright violently and scoffed, "That's not very funny." She puffed out angrily. After regaining her composition, her lividity and expression returning to normal, she replied, "I don't know. Both of those girls are oddities. If things turn too ugly we could always step in, though."


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Class: Sanctioned Psyker

Psyker Power
Divination & Telekinesis are her main fields of psychic talent, but she also possesses two other abilities such as Smite and Storm of Lightning, as well as a rudimentary form of mental communication. Does not possess any noteworthy healing abilities, and she is just as likely to send someone to the warp as she is to heal a minor scratch.

Appearance:
5.8ft tall, pale skin and snow white hair. Sturdy and heavy frame, but still retains her feminine figure despite adhering to a strict physical training regime.

The base of her outfit consist of a simple yet elastic skin tight jumpsuit in dark brown color that is capable of withstanding the vacuum of space as well as provide a decent protection against the elements, though offers little protection versus physical threats. Overlayed on top is a series of armaplas plates that form a chestguard, cuisses, knee-high boots, shoulderpads and gloves stretching back and up to her elbows where they form into a sharp point. They offer good locational protection, especially from the front, but leave her jumpsuit exposed in other places, particularly from her lower back and down to the back of her knees where her boots cover both sides of her ankles. The plates are polished to a light gray color, and almost look like silver. The surface is covered with a series of intricate design and artwork in typical imperial fashion, featuring numerous flutes and ridges across the plates, as well as a couple skull imprints. Above her armor she wears a satin blue silk cloak that hangs down from the back of her left shoulder, as well as a silk loincloth hanging from the front of her belt of similar color. Thrown sideways around her torso is a series of books and scrolls attached by chain.

Running up along the spine of her chestguard is a refractor field generator built into the plate itself, taking form of a small generator emitting a series of horizontal, blue lights up along the back of the chestplate, and shaped much like a human skeletal spine. When activated, a faint, blue and almost invisible barrier appears around her figure.

Her helmet is made out of the same material as that of her armor, and it takes the form of a gothic plated helmet, with a narrow but wide blue glass visor and a longer neck guard extending out behind her helmet. Two plastic tubes are attached to a rebreather device at the bottom mouth piece of her helmet, that stretch out on each side of her neck and down into a small, highly pressurized air tank built into the back of her chestguard.

Her boots are magnetic, and her entire suit when worn enables her to survive in space, and also provides immunity to most chemical and biological attacks. She carries enough oxygen to last for almost an hour.

Equipment:

Main Weapon: Her primary weapon is a two handed power-weapon in the form of an oversized saber with a sleek blade and an extended handle which doubles as a psyker staff, and adorned with sigils, trinkets, technological gadgets and inscriptions. She often uses her weapon in conjunction with her telekinetic powers to amplify its destructive potential.

"Scylla" [Custom-Built Handgun], .50 caliber, 7 round clip size x 3 carried.

Ceremonial Dagger. In essence, just a normal albeit flashy dagger with an adorned handle. Typically only carried for show, but is sharp enough to slice through unprotected skin with ease, and small enough to be concealed without much problem.

Refractor Field. Description under Appearance.

Servo-Skull: Mostly used to store events, data, recordings and scrolls.

Savior – Saved an influential nobleman by foreseeing his assassination, tossing him out of the way of the sniper's bullet with her telekinetic powers and into a big wedding cake instead.

Guide – Saved a band of arbiters from the underworld of a hive world during an uprising by using her powers of divination to avoid the roaming mobs and gangs and reached safety without incident. Not a single shot was fired during their escape.

Hates Surprises – Accidentally electrocuted and sent three of the arbiters she had saved above to the infirmary when they tried to surprise her with a party later. Being so used to foresee danger before it happens, she is prone to freaking out over minor surprises that eludes her farsight.

Fireteam – During an Ork incursion, she helped a fireteam of six guardsmen hold off a much larger band of orks after their sergeant was injured through using her powers of divination to guide their fire, turning what had been originally green recruits into seemingly crack shots. Any Ork that left its cover was immediately put down from long range, and when they mounted a frenzied charge together, they didn't make it more than halfway across the field to the trenches before they were wiped out by precision fire.

Warpstorm over Mordran V - Adrianne was assigned to aid the planetary imperial garrison with culling a lesser greenskin uprising, assisting local Imperial Guard and Sisters of Battle forces with the purging when a warpstorm suddenly appeared over the otherwise peaceful colony world of Mordran V. Trapped on the planet, Adrianne found herself fighting for survival alongside her imperial guard as Chaos Ships appeared in orbit, and unleashed a ferocious invasion of the planet! Though the warpstorm only lasted for two weeks, by the time it had lifted, Mordran V had been transformed from a lush, promising garden world into a lifeless, daemon-infested hellscape, with most of its original population killed except for a few imperial strongholds that managed to weather the storm. Her experience from Mordran V would change Adrianne for ever. What had been a cautious girl that had stepped onto the planet would instead emerge a seemingly reckless with little to no restraint on her powers!

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"Inquisitor. Trooper." Benjamin Duren greeted the two, he sat down and ordered a mug of recaf.
"Good to have you Sarge." Gregor looked over to him, giving him a salute with two fingers. Zhevon bowed his head slightly in respect to the veteran.
He recalled some of Benjamin's exploits. He was a Veteran of Armageddon, making him already very battle hardened against Orks. And he wasn't too shabby at commanding armored divisions either, a good thing too. Inquisitor Zhevon wasn't that good at commanding large groups of people. It was a good mix, Gregor an skilled at destroying armor, and Benjamin skilled at commanding it.

Moments later, the Psyker, Adrianne Valenthin. Slightly taller than Inquisitor Zhevon himself. "You summoned me, Inquisitor?" She plainly asked.
"Yes! A pleasure to have you, Psyker Valenthin. Please take a seat. If you wish, a Sevitor could get you a cup of tea, or recaf." He replied. The Psyker was an obvious choice for his retinue, her abilities in Divination alone made her a valuable ally. He noticed that Gregor slouched in his chair, in a childish effort to make himself unnoticed to the Psyker.

"Senior Naval Armsman Alexei Stukov, reporting as ordered, boss."
"It is good to have you Armsman Stukov, take a seat. Have a cup of recaf if you need it." Zhevon replied. Alexi Stukov had one of the best track records he had ever seen for a Naval Armsman. After a few seconds, he ended up tapping his foot and looking at his watch. A good portion of his team was still missing, it was then that Interrogator Osilus Ramba entered the room.
"Sorry if I'm late everybody, I have no true sense of time nor eagerness in the void of space." He apologized.
Zhevon personally didn't like to employ such interrogation tactics, but he knew that they would be required sooner or later. "No, not at all, we were just starting." Zhevon replied. After waiting for everyone to take their seats, Zhevon began the briefing.

"Now, we're not all here. But do not despair, I came prepared." He assured his retinue, he held up a small stack of papers. "Some educational organizations on some planets call these papers 'greensheets', for some odd reason. Nevertheless, they are useful. The 'greensheet' contains everything I'm about to go over, so if any of us need a reminder, all you have to do is look at the paper." He set the stack down and cleared his throat. He then walked over to the side of the room and dimmed the lights, walking back to the front, he tapped his dataslate and an image came up.

"This is Freire II, a pleasure world, or as others would call it, a garden world, or a paradise world. As you can tell this planet is mostly ocean, with several island-continents. Each island-continent specializes in a different kind of recreation, for example this island-continent specializes in gambling and very flamboyant shows. There are also 'cruise lines' going from island to island, large water borne ships made for pleasure transporting people.
The primary reason why we are going to this world is this; I got a message that a page from some very important book had been stolen, and a number of Inquisitors and their retinues have been deployed to various worlds to investigate and find this page. To be brutally honest, I was half asleep when I received the call, so I'm not entirely sure what kind of page we are looking for.
Anyways, another peculiar thing about this world is that there are numerous feral Ork tribes on this planet that constantly harass the outskirts of the cities here. For some Imperial Guard Regiments, particularly those who are recruited from nobles, they go to planets like these to help their troops gain combat experience. During the day they go and fight feral Orks, during the night, they go to the casinos and shows to have fun. I did some of my own research and noticed that the number of MIA Guardsman from the numerous Guard Regiments currently stationed there is too high and too sporadic.
I cross referenced those numbers with the numbers from other pleasure worlds with feral Ork issues and found that their numbers were much more consistent. Which leads to my belief that there is a cult, or number of cults that are going out to recruit guardsmen to bolster their numbers. Something along the lines of that.
Unfortunately this mission requires a bit of discretion, while our usual mission is to just kick the door down and start blasting Daemons and Heretics, this time we have to take a couple of moves from the Spymasters.
So, I will be posing as a rich Noble, and you will be posing as my bodyguards and friends. We don't want to spook the Heretics away by flashing our giant ]['s around.

Any questions so far?"

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Osilus sat in a chair furthest away from the Psyker woman, the very thought of them cast fear into his heart. From the terrible skirmishes with rogue psykers in past crusades on his homeworld's moon St. Dynames, Osilus had learned to distrust those with such convincing psychic presence. He shrugged the weight off of his shoulders and waved for a servitor with refreshments. The servitor buzzed forward on small wheels on a rather intricately wired platform, upon the tray it held were cups and saucers with tea and other warm herbal drinks of different colours and smells. Osilus poured himself a simple cup of "Rosey-Lee" as they called it on his home planet of Birmea. He sipped the tea slowly savouring the rich and milky taste that filled him with a loving sense of nostalgia.

The 'greensheet' contains everything I'm about to go over, so if any of us need a reminder, all you have to do is look at the paper."

Osilus took the sheet off of the Inquisitor with a nod, the lights then dimmed and once more the Interrogator's lenses adjusted themselves to the light of the room. He listened to the briefing paying attention do every detail and forming opinion, strategy and anything else that could help with the preparation for this mission. He measured the first thing that struck a chord in his thinkings, "Pleasure World". From what he had read Pleasure Worlds or Garden Worlds as his mother would tell him. After the briefing Osilus immediately shot his attention towards Zhevon.

"My Lord Inqusitor, can we hear the name of the island we are going to specifically? Also I assume we aren't going down to this planet dark are we? You do have someone on the inside who can serve as the foundations for this mission?"


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Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 31
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 125 lbs
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Significant Other: Hugh Van Halder
Hair color, texture, length, style: Dirty ash blonde with layers from ears to shoulders. Her hair is usually worn with shorter layers crimped and pulled back with a few loose strands around her face, the longer layers are curled under and left loose falling to her shoulders.

Eye look, shape & color: Milk Chocolate with amber specks, round eyes with a slight slant at the outer corners.

Skin Tone: Tanned with olive undertones.

Body Type: Toned body over all with very defined arm muscles.

Voice/Accent: Her voice has a tad deeper intonation than most women and is slightly raspy. Though not skilled in the magical arts of her people Sana has a stunningly beautiful voice when she sings but it is something that she rarely ever does.

Clothing: She wears a very simple halter top made of tanned leather that tied around the back of her neck and is trimmed in a deep brown rawhide. She wears a matching shorts that is slit on each side of her thighs as to not to hinder her movements. Her boots are a soft suede material that come up to just below her knees and lace up the entire way, soft soles, no heels. She wears a sheer mantle that flows to the ground and is trimmed in the same material as her halter top, usually pulled over her arms to hide their definition.

Armor: Snake Band Arm Cuff with Enchanted Garnet (Barkskin)

Weapons: She carried one small dagger that is used for cutting up meat before cooking for the most part though is works as a throwing dagger if need be. Nothing special about it, the blade is 6 inches of plain steel while the hilt is carved oak. Her other and main weapon is a Recurve Bow that was hand carved for her, she uses cedar arrows that resist warping. Silver Dagger found in the chest of a Liches Layer.

Spells: None

Natural Abilities: Agility, acrobatics, gymnastics, ambidextrous

Skilled: Excellent marksman with a bow and skilled dagger thrower. Knows some close combat fighting, using her bow in a staff like manner. When weaponless Sana will use her knowledge of acrobatics and gymnastics, combined with her agility, to attack and defend herself.

Personality: Quiet and untrusting, hard to get close to. She prefers to be left alone and detests asking for help. A very stubborn woman who prefers to do things alone than in a group. She can be quite volatile if provoked and tends to be a bit moody.

History: She comes from a wandering band of gypsy that she left long ago for she refused to become what they wanted her to be. Another dancer and entertainer for the group. She was a tom boy growing up who preferred to spend time with a bow and arrow than a person. Though she never sought the way of her people she is very defensive of them and knows their ways. Skilled in song, dance, showmanship. Nothing traumatic happened during her childhood or growing up but being the typical teenager, hated what her parents wanted for her and in the end left those she knew for a world she wanted to know.

After she reached maturity she decided to leave the home and family she knew and set out on her own. Over the years she has worked in various towns trading furs from animals she has killed on her journeys and worked mercenary from time to time as wars broke out, utilizing her skills as a marksman. Currently she wanders the land hunting and selling fur when she reaches a new town.
(A more in-depth history can be provided if needed.)

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The smokescreen seemed to have worked for the Inquisitor as no one had followed him into one of the alleyways. Traces of the powder stained his robes and armor due to being at the epicenter of the smoke bomb's detonation. Though normally he would find his attire being ruined as irritable sort of thing but now it had its benefits. For one thing, the soot had darkened the bright red and gold colors of his outfit making conveniently unrecognizable until closely inspected. The magic dampening effects of the powder also would have made tracking extremely difficult for the time being. Not that it mattered so much as he was capable of establishing the same hindrance but for the most part, this would make him less obvious.

Now that his efforts were being purposely interrupted, Sergei needed to rethink his approach with the investigation. With the warehouse evidence literally burnt up, he was sure the secured stock the guards he had transporting was next. Obviously this painted a bad picture, especially for the unaware guards. The Inquisitor hurried through the back alleys, hoping it was not too late; but he was sure he already was.

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Navigating the less populated pathways and corridors proved more of a challenge than Sergei had expected. Much of the areas were not very well developed with construction plywood and stone littered on the ground left unattended, years even. If I was a master carpenter, I would be furious with such lack of progress or maintenance thought Sergei as he made his way through the rubble. If he had any more power, he would have re-order the continued development of the entire neighborhood. Well technically he did but it was through intimidation which didn't really look good on an executive request form.

After he making his way out and stepping into the shortcut road, the Inquisitor came upon a grisly scene before him. In front of him were four guards lying on the ground and terribly burned. The wares they had been transporting on his orders had been destroyed with the smoldering remains scattered everywhere on the ground. He had hoped the local monastery would have been able help determine a lead in his investigation before the eventual purification of the idols but that too had gone up in flames. Sergei looked over the bodies one by one, curing and wishing they could have taken a more open route that would have made such an attack seem less likely due to so many potential witnesses in the way. Then again with all things considered, the guards may have forced to head this way due to high civilian traffic or probably road blocks given the amount of organization involved he has been seeing thus far.

Three of the men were dead, burned by demonic fire beyond all recognition but one fellow was still holding on but soon that would change very soon. The man's injuries were dire with evident signs of harsh burns everywhere but not in the exact intensity as with the others as if the intent was to keep him barely alive. Sergei's natural frown contorted into anger; this was a message directed towards him. Sergei growled as he slammed his meaty fist into the ground, knowing he was responsible for this. Had he been the escort, the attackers would have stood little chance but his decision to split the tasks up into someone's else's hands as he perused his personal agenda had costed the live of three soldiers with a forth soon to mark the tally. The guilt nagged at him but even he knew what was done was done and he'll have to simply own up to that.

The man was noticeably breathing heavily and probably not even conscious; he probably did't even realize an Inquisitor was right beside him. Sergei pressed his left palm into the soldier's chest, channeling his healing magic through the man's burned and warped body. Given the damage that was done to him, the patrol guard was beyond saving through healing artes. It was possibly to resurrect him but the magic required to not only heal him but to sew his soul back into his body was at an immense cost, one that would require the trading of positions. The man clearly deserved it but the Inquisitor could not comply with such an act. It was not out of greed for retaining his own life but it was the necessity to avenge these fallen men of duty and personally burn the ones responsible for their deaths at the stake, preferably in public to make their demises and example.

"Do not mistake this act of mine to save you." Sergei said to the man whom was regaining some consciousness, "You are beyond my power as you have faced the full blunt of evil's edge. You have not long to live...I am going to hunt the ones who did this to you and make them accept the full payment of their actions. Tell me what you saw."

The guard stared back with despair in his face and his mouth shuddering as he took in the Inquisitor's words. Tears poured from the man's scarred face knowing his fate had been decided without his consent but eventually he spoke, "M-m'Lord...It w-w-was a hound, ah, Hellhound...The b-beast murdered ever-r-ryone...Burned everything...A...Avenge..."

Sergei was a tad surprised the guard was able to muster all the physical strength he had to grasp the Inquisitor's shoulder. With the man's last breath, he slowly became limb and motionless, his face frozen in place and his skin finally cold. The Inquisitor looked down briefly, murmuring a prayer for the guard and his comrade's safe passing. After a sigh he took to his feet and observed the carnage one more time before raising his warhammer to the evening sky. Channeling his magic though weapon, he casted a small ball of fire into the evening sky that eventually detonated into a mild pop. It was a makeshift signal to the other patrolmen to converge on his position. He preferred to have the men properly dealt with with by their own; he had done enough as is.

Once again he had come across yet another setback, this time at the cost of lives other than his own. This further proved how serious and viscous this organization were willing to take things, especially with the summoning of a Hellhound...Perhaps more. But now the Inquisitor was steamed and filled with guilt fueled rage now converting into a boiling surge of righteous wrath. To many times has this group interfered with his own designs and now he was taking this personal. Whether it had been intentional or not, Sergei was handed the ammunition he needed to wage an all out war. A purge was coming and he was sure to be the one leading the mobs into eventual hunt.

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Enter the Das
 "Yeah I Know Das, fought with him a long time ago. The elf is crazy, but a hero. Launched himself from a catapult dead center into a mass of the enemy. Pretty much won the battle with that explosive stunt of his, and I mean explosive. The elf light up on impact, like some kind of demon. He calls it being a Kafshe, I call it being insane. So yeah, I know Das, no shame that one, no shame at all." - Unknown Dwarf

 The moonlight peaked through the loosely stitched canvas propped as a tent against the shifting sands of the unforgiving desert. Clothes of fur and a long hunters knife sat next to a discarded rucksack as an athletic grey skinned elf lay on his back. The journey had been a long one, but had it been for naught? I suppose that would depend on why he started to journey in the first place, and if he counted it as a new journey after his last, or if it was all just one big journey. That's the funny thing about journeys, Das the elf thought to himself, where do they really begin and end, and do they really ever. I suppose the journey is what you make of it then, if nothing else.

 After a few more moments of philosophical pondering the elf poked his black haired head out of the tent, the warm desert wind catching it's long locks as he squinted his bestial amber eyes, hiding it from the sand blown by the wind. In front of his tent was a massive rock face, and carved into it was an intricate entrance to some unknown city. Of course Das knew taking a tent outside was better than stepping foot in there and trying to rest. A mistake he was not unfamiliar with in his youth.

 He took a step out and winced as the still hot sand burned his bare feet. The wind however felt great on his naked muscular body as he put his hands on his hips and took a great inhale, ready to start the day, despite it being completely night out. His never ending vulpine grin was plastered across his surprisingly shaved cheeks as he closed his eyes to enjoy the moment and opening them only when he felt the presence of others.

 Without a shift in his smile, despite his uncovered appearance, his amber eyes quickly fell upon a wet variety pack of adventurers exiting the structure. He laughed to himself and his eyes seemed to glow with amusement, clearly he had made the right choice camping outside.

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Hugh pressed his face into her hand, leaving a gentle kiss one it. He felt all the stress and the hurt leaving his burdened mind. It felt good to love. It felt good to heal. Her kisses felt good and her body pressed against his felt better. With it, he was feeling his past melt away. He felt like all the bad that had happened meant nothing anymore. He felt like after it all he could live again. This was what healing was. Not vengeance.

Hugh felt his hands along her warm smooth skin, soaking it all in. It seemed like there was never a moment when her touch and feeling her there with him could make him feel uneasy.

 She left the embrace of his arms and headed up the exit to find the outside, looking back briefly to say some words to him. "It's not like you're married," She seemed to say in jest. His smile persisted as he thought about that, the issue pressing on his mind that he had been married once. He thought of what she would think of him to know he had a family before all this.

Maybe she would like him better, knowing he had not given into carousing with many women to heal the hurt. Hugh was someone who settled for only one woman and Sana was now that woman he would devote his affections to. He followed her, looking as happily as ever, up through their exit, to find the moonlit night covering the sands and the ruins.

It was magnificent, and it was made happier by the sight of his long awaiting horse. Rodger seemed to blow his nostrils at the ground, looking for a form of vegetation to chew on. No doubt the sand irritated his nose whenever he snorted. Hugh smiled at the sight of the peaceful animal, his old friend who had been with him for so long. "Damn good to see you, boy." He muttered, breathing in the cool desert night air.

It was peaceful again, letting him feel relieved that he might not have to fight again. He was tired and ready to relax. This was a time for rejuvenation from the fighting, and Hugh would feel horribly sore in the morning.

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Sana smiled towards Hugh as they made their way from the tomb of an existence below, breathing in the night air and letting it fill her lungs. It was wonderful to be out from such place of death and decay. The cool night air against her skin was rejuvenating. Watching Hugh find Rodger, she relaxed a bit, glad the steed was okay and had fared far better than the rest of them over the course of the day.

 Taking a few steps Sana got that feeling in the pit of her stomach and suddenly she was drawing an arrow from her quiver; nocking it into place as she eyed the new face. It was dark out and shadows were playing with her at first. Then she realized the man was naked. "Who the hello are...." she began, words trailing off quickly as she stepped closer; her arrow pointed towards his heart. Taking a deep breath she kicked the sand towards him as her bow lowered.

 "For the love of God, put some fucking clothes on Das!" she snapped; arrow dropping back into its quiver as quickly as it had been drawn, bow following suit. Shaking her head she wandered over to Rodger and pulled out her water skin to let the horse get some much needed refreshment. "Don't kill the pointy eared bastard," she yelled to the rest of the group without looking back to Das until he was clothed.