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[ { "text": "Colette, Khan's Office\n\nColette closed the door behind her, not taking her eyes off her best friend as she found a seat nearby. \"The mission just ended I think\" she gave a light shudder at mentioning what just happened. She felt a little guilty for going against her own teacher, but she couldn't bring herself to regret her actions. She looked at Annabeth as she spoke again. Colette took noticed of the girl that was near Annabeth and didn't recognize her. She nodded.\n\n\"Um ok then\" Colette said. She watched as Annabeth handed the girl off to a guy she didn't notice that was in the room and she felt a little guilty for not seeing him, she had a lot of things on her mind and all she could focus on was Annabeth the moment she walked into the office. She sat back trying to get comfortable, but she was finding it extremely hard to as her thoughts went back to the mission. She closed her eyes and tried to get her mind out of it, but this was something that she always suffered these thoughts if her other half, the ugly, darker part of her came out of her cage even a little bit, until she talked to someone to talk to. Months ago she probably would have believed she could trust no one, but she had Lucilia, Khan, and even Keri to talk to. \n\nShe looked towards the guy that was currently holding the girl, Lyn as Annabeth called her, and let her eyes wander his form. She didn't have a hint of disdain or mistrust in her eyes as she checked him over.\n\n\"So Rathel right?\" Colette said shyly, not knowing how to start a conversation with someone she didn't know. She had to find time to work on her social skins. Perhaps if she saw Keri again or even Annabeth she could try. \"So what type of demon are you, if you don;t mind me asking.\" She felt fur brush her leg and saw her newest demon, Atticus, had entered the office without her noticing and had laid down against her legs. On top of his back was Hyllos, who was still unconscious and much to Colette's relief didn't look too injured from the fighting.\n\nShe turned her head as she heard footsteps approaching the office and she turned her head slowly as the door opened.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "E'nasha Williams Lyn's Hunt\n\n\"That's not going to hold him off for long enough. He can turn into a swarm of bugs and reform quite quickly. Not to mention my leg is broken. I wouldn't be able to get too far.\"\nWell, great. bugs and broken legs and- whatever this guy is doing now...? E'nasha watched as Leith started draining the grass around them of water, drying it out slowly. That's one way to kill a plant. She wasn't sure what she could do to help him, if anything, so she focused on the bug-man as he spoke. \"Wait, so he can control plants and turn into bugs at will? Those bloods don't really occur in one person very much.\" She said to Leith as the trees began moving towards them.\n\nShe thought about trying to force the trees away or make them grow so fast that the other herbamancer lost control, but those plans probably wouldn't work. More than definitely he was a higher level than her with his magic, and had more practice than she did in fighting actual fights. She'd have to think of something else. Leith pointed out to the man that his brother was fighting a losing battle against two other college students, she didn't see what happened next though as her attention was taken by the girl she'd seen passed out earlier walking towards them. \n\nThe girl called to Leith in a shaky voice, and E'nasha went over to her to help support the girl as she stood. \"Hey, take it easy. You were just out cold. I'm glad you're awake now but there's no need to push yourself.\" She said as she tried to move the girl away from the fight, or at least sit her down. \"I'm E'nasha, by the way. Herbamancer, just like you right?\" She let her gaze stray from the girl's face as the trees got close enough to start swinging at them.\n\n\"Great. Hold still a moment!\" She said to Summer and Leith as she bent one of the not-currently-hostile trees over to create a sort of shield for the trio, bending another one over as well to create a small space where they were less likely to get crushed by flailing branches. \"Hopefully this holds for a while.\"\n\nE'nasha flinched as one hit sounded as if it would break the trees in two, starting to say her thoughts out loud to get her mind off it. \"So, bugs. I don't know if he'll fall for it, but, if we can get him to transform into his little bug-swarm, I have seeds for a carnivorous plant that could eat some of the bugs. That should damage him a bit, right?\" A half-baked crazy idea, but it was literally all that was popping into her head at the moment.", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" }, { "text": "(Dang glitchy double posts)", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" } ]

[ { "text": "(WHOOPS WRONG PLACE)", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": null }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\n\nHelena watched the girl climb down, one eyebrow raised the slightest bit. It only went up more at the appearance of her tongue. That was...not quite what she was expecting, but it wasn't all that strange either. She'd heard some talk about, not at her really, but she'd been close enough to heat some things about some of the other residents of her new home. \n\nThough her expression did change some as she looked to the little ball of fluff that seemed to think her a threat. She looked back evenly, the hint of a return challenge in her green eyes as Lynn shushed it. She wasn't one to back down that easily. Especially from fluffy little toys, possibly soul possed or not. But her glance flickered back to the girl and she offered a small smile as she waved off her help. \n\n\"It's alright,\" she said, plopping down most of the berry down on the ground a little ways away from her. \"I'm really not too worried about it.\" Fishing the rest of it for the most part, she rubbed her hand off ob first a leaf then her pants before offering it to Lyn. \"Nice to meet you, Lyn. I'm Helena. Yes, there is an 'a' at the end, don't worry if you forget it though. Most people do for a while.\"", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nAll those things sounded wonderful to do... If Meirin wasn't wearing this dress. While it hung a little loose around the shoulders, it was actually quite tight and form-fitting, making it hard for her to move. She wouldn't even be able to use most of her weaving motions due to how restrictive the heavy dress is on her legs. She wouldn't mind talking a walk, though she couldn't move quite as fast in this dress as she normally could,\\. She would be willing to swim if her body wasn't completely sore right now, and might get even more sore if she did something as full-body as swimming. The flying and dinner sound nice, though Meirin wasn't hungry right now. \n\nShe was starting to have second thoughts about dressing up, knowing that if she had simply worn her normal attire she could have done almost everything with him. Instead she dressed herself up in these weighty garments that made her about as useful as a glass doll. She hasn't even done anything and she was starting to sweat a little in her robes. Meirin especially felt a little sad after hearing ssarak compliment the dress at first, but question why she would wear it. She didn't know if he meant why she would wear this dress, or why she was trying to dress up in the first place. Either way it seemed like he didn't really like it. But she would endure and make due, taking note of what she would need to do next time. \n\n\"Oh, I just wanted to try something a bit different. I'll admit I'm not quite used to these clothes yet, but I didn't want it to gather dust in my closet so, here I am! Anyways, I wouldn't mind going for a flight. I wish I could do it myself, but... I like being carried by you.\"\n\nMyrn Vaan'Atisha\n\nMyrn was still bandaged up from her wounds against the Ridge Hounds. She insisted that she was fine, but the healers kept telling her to keep her bandages on and apply the medicine when she changed bandages. She wasn't one to go against a doctor's orders, but she found the entire process to be tedious. Fortunately she was at least healthy enough to get back to fighting, though she probably couldn't battle anything without reopening her wounds. So between classes and work, Myrn often just practiced her swordplay in the air to stay in shape.\n\nBut that wasn't the only thing she did. As a Vaan'Dred it was her obligation to learn more about the world's lore and weave it into songs and stories. And while hasn't yet actually made any of her own, she still did travel the world to learn about various cultures and secrets. The college seemed like the perfect place to operate since it was a veritable treasure trove of ancient histories and magic, but it was more than that. It was a magnet of the strange, exotic, and dangerous. Which brings Myrn to the naga.\n\nMyrn had heard of the naga before, the snake-like people of Yarosmere. She has seen their goods from traveling merchants, their imagery in art, a knew a little about their fighting style by various mercenaries. But until she came to the college, she's never seen an actual naga before. Mar was the first, but she wasn't the last. When the nagas from the catacombs were allowed to stay at the college, Myrn wasted no time gathering up all the paper and ink she could get to interview each naga. Myrn wasn't afraid of them, in the sense that unlike some others, their reptilian features and general attitude didn't repulse her. If her short analysis from Mar was any indication, some people may think that Naga's are naturally aggressive and unpleasant. But that was obviously untrue, because despite being a total stranger the nagas were willing to let Myrn interview them.\n\nAt first she only spoke to those who had the time to spare, and only a few questions before they had to leave. But over the two weeks, Myrn has been able to curry some favor with the naga, talking to some very important figures. Myrn was going to speak to a few of them today. With any luck, she may even get to question the matriarch. So Myrn proceeded to the courtyard where the Nagas were staying at, her pen and paper ready to write down the answers to her questions. When she arrived she shouted out and announced herself. \"Hello! It's me, Myrn! I came to ask a few more questions!\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Myrn Vaan'Atisha" } ]

[ { "text": "Baulder\n\nBaulder moved over to make room for E'nasha to sit next to him in the booth. As she sat down next to him Baulder had a realization, noone ever sat that close to him. Everyone had a habit of sitting away or across. Baulder was unable to make anything of it but it was something... different. He bent the corner at the top of his heavy book and closed it as he slid further into the booth, likely to come back to it soon. Baulder laughed slightly when he heard that her study time had been interrupted by someone taking her books. Had someone done the same to Baulder he would likely begin to wonder what their flesh tastes like. But what did Khan say? No eating people on college grounds right? Did that apply to students at all times or just while on campus? Were non-campus children safe to eat? He would need to talk to Khan later as these rules seemed not specific enough to him.\n\n\"I heard, odd things about the hunt. Mainly that they don't remember it or some such, someone said you guys killed a dragon but the man that told me was in pyromancy and I don't like those people much. Too... much heat, evil evil stuff that is.\" Baulder scratched the hand scar on his face before he answered. \"Yeah I'm fine now....I.. think, I couldn't summon John for a few days or anything it was strange. Having all this taken away from me after I just started to unders......\" Baulder sorta trailed off with his thought for a moment trying to answer her other question. \"I don't think I've ever done that before no, we just had to keep going. The old guy in the infirmary is nice, I like him. I met him when I first came here too, still old still nice. How uh... have you been feeling?\" Baulder didn't know if the question made sense. That was one of the things he had begun to pick up from people at the college, reciprocation of questions. Baulder licked his lips and then pursed them for a second before speaking again. \"Killing that dragon must have been hard.\" Baulder said with sort of a laugh and a grin on the end. That's what other people think is funny right?", "username": "cqbexpt", "char_name": "\"Scarred hand\", \"Midnight\", Baulder" }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nListening to Ssarak, Meirin was happy to see he was open-minded about these sort of things. She had to admit, she was afraid that he'd be so staunchly defensive about his own upbringing that perhaps he would belittle the things Meirin was starting to enjoy. Things like fashion, good food, entertainment. For others they were vices and sins, but for Meirin they were merely ways to express one's self. Sure it can be harmful, but anything in excess is harmful. Moderation is key, and Meirin was more than happy to just have a few nice things than to dedicate her entire life in the pursuit of luxury. Of course, if or when it comes her way, she's certainly going to take up the offer. Such as Ssarak's ride in the sky.\n\n\"Of course. Take me away, my love.\" Meirin stepped into Ssarak, holding him close. The initial lift-off can be a bit rocky, but once Ssarak builds up speed it was very smooth. It also reminded Meirin that she needed to stop by the college's store and pick up a pair of goggles. It helps keep things out of her eyes as she flew.\n\nMyrn Vaan'Atisha\n\nWriting furiously into her journal, though Lyamis doesn't tell her much Myrn fills in the blanks herself. Perhaps not the best type of journalism, but Myrn was more than willing to make up for what Lyamis lacked: content. She said nothing and only mumbled agreement to let Lyamis know she was still paying attention to him. Once she was finished writing she assaulted Lyamis with more questions as they walked towards the matriarch.\n\n\"Fascinating! Could you tell me more about your home? What was it called, where was it at? Was it underground, or did you have settlements above ground as well? What about the diet of a naga? I've noticed it's primarily meat, do nagas have any vegetation to their diet? Do they practice animal husbandry, farming, anything like that? What is their cuisine like? Do naga practice any sort of smiting or crafting? Most naga do not seem to wear clothing, what do they do with leathers and hides from creatures? What do naga hunt the most in the Ravine? Have the naga ever warred against other civilizations in the past? I know that right now they've been displaced due to the Yarosmere government, has something like this happened before? What is the daily life of a naga like? Is there a caste system or other form of government for the naga? You're lead by a matriarch, is it typical for leaders to be female, or is it by merit? And what will the naga do now? Will you still maintain relations with the college?\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak did not need to hear Meirin say a word to know her reaction. Even for Esyire, seeing the tops of the clouds for the first time was an unquestionably memorable moment. He remembered his own first time in the clouds, so he knew that, for the moment, it would be best to simply allow her the chance to take in the experience herself. He remained silent, smiling as he watched Meirin's reactions. \n\nThe pair flew around above the clouds for a few more minutes, but Ssarak was wary of flying any higher. Not only was he worried about Meirin being able to breathe properly, but he was having to strain his wings more to get higher. Alone, he could continue to climb, but Meirin was a lot of weight to carry. Of course, he doubted it would matter if he managed to climb any higher or not, since the view would not be appreciably different. \n\"I believe it is time for us to descend. I am beginning to feel the fatigue in my wings, and there is one more thing I would like for you to experience. At this height, it takes quite a bit of time to fall, and at full speed, that fall can be rather thrilling. Really, there is no other sensation that is similar. It is as if your body is without weight, like you are floating with the wind rushing at you from beneath. I would like to show you what it is like to dive. Do not worry, I will slow us long before we are close to the ground. Are you ready?\" Ssarak asked. He allowed her a few moments to ready herself, then pulled back his wings and angled them downwards to dive straight back into the cloud. \n\nEven though Ssarak had experienced it many times before, freefall still had a trilling element to it. The rush of the wind across his scales and the feeling of weightlessness were truly unique, but he had another reason for his heart to be racing. He had been thinking ahead to this moment for a while, or at least moments like it. Between the beautiful sight of the clouds surrounding them, the sensation of freefall, and his love for Meirin, he felt an intense passion in the moment. He simply hoped Meirin was feeling the same way. He wanted to show her how he felt, and with them being thousands of feet above the ground in a freefall through the clouds, he could not think of a better time. \n\nSsarak pulled Meirin so her head was closer to his, then gave her a kiss. It was their first one, and with the situation they were in, it was certainly memorable.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nIt was honestly hard to hear Ssarak over the winds as they flew. Fortunately since he was so near she managed to catch most of what he said, needing only a few seconds more to make sense of what she may have misheard. Ssarak wanted to take them down into a dive and Meirin was ready. She hasn't told him, but what she enjoys the most about flying is falling. Perhaps it was masochistic, but she enjoyed that feeling of both weightlessness and the feel of gravity slamming her towards the ground. Of course she always made sure to survive those encounters, but it excites her nonetheless. Another thing that made it exciting was the sheer speed that it happened. It may take a few minutes for Meirin to gain considerable altitude. But she would fall in mere seconds. \n\n\"Ready!\"\n\nAnd suddenly they fell. The free fall was unlike any Meirin had before. She always had a bit of drag due to her clothing, which gave her one or two seconds of air time before she would need to get ready for landing. But in Ssarak's arms the dive was sharp and fast, so quick that Meirin had to will herself to keep her eyes ahead. They broke through the clouds like a ray of light, and the ground was coming ever closer. Meirin was waiting excitingly for what Ssarak would do for a landing, but what he did next caught her completely by surprise.\n\nMeirin's head was turned to face Ssarak, and immediately they kissed. Meirin's first kiss, and with Ssarak even. It was a strange feeling, but not entirely unpleasant. A bit awkward since Meirin wasn't certain how to kiss in the first place, but those thoughts were quickly put aside. Though they were going to land any second now it felt like time stood still. Feeling more comfortable with the kiss, Meirin reached her arms out to embrace Ssarak and hold their kiss a longer. She wanted this memory to be etched into her mind forever. Meirin's lips only left Ssarak to whisper into his ear.\n\n\"I love you, Ssarak.\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" } ]

[ { "text": "Annabeth Gultch\n\n\"Of course I can. And I can help you pick berries too! But um... How embarrassing... But I don't know what a mulberry tree looks like.\" Although she was a farmer's daughter, Annabeth's family grew wheat and barely as well as raised produced animals like chicken, pigs, and occasionally cows (They were too costly to open a full beef farm, but they did raise them). They never touched orchards since they lacked the land or manpower to take care of acres of trees. It's always been a family business after all. Annabeth looked at the tree they were near and figured this was a mulberry tree, but to Annabeth it didn't look too different from other trees that might not be mulberry trees. \"You must know a lot about trees thanks to your magic.\"\n\nAs Annabeth chatted with Lyn, Colette came. With Tyrael. Suddenly Annabeth felt a bit meek. Being near one of the teachers just makes Annabeth immediately retreat into her shell, or her student/worker persona. Her usual outgoing, energetic, and some would say flirty attitude simply vanished when she was around these teachers. Perhaps it was for the best. She stood off to the side in silence as she allowed others to speak over her.\n\nTyrael Marchrosias\n\nTyrael let himself get dragged around by Colette. The only resistance he would have made was just standing still and daring the small girl to try and move him, but as mentioned before Colette's vampire strength was at least enough that if he just stood there while she pulled him, he'd fall over. He didn't expect them to find Lyn soon and half-hoped that something important came up to disrupt them so he would have an excuse to leave. But instead Colette zeroed in on Lyn within a few minutes, catching Tyrael off guard. He values what little time he has with Lyn and always tries to make each moment memorable, usually by bringing something interesting for Lyn to keep. But right now Tyrael had nothing, less so as he tossed his pipe-weed into the Inferno. Eventually the large, hulking demon man was brought before the group of girls, certainly the odd one out even compared to Lyn's half-naga heritage.\n\n\"This is awkward.\" Tyrael thought to himself. He saw Lyn, Keri, Colette, Annabeth, and one of the new girls called Helena. She had helped at the hunt Lyn was on. He didn't get a full memo on what exactly she did, but Tyrael gave her generic thanks a while ago. He hardly remembers it now. \"Ah... Hello.\" Tyrael said awkwardly. He had nothing to give and no real reason to be here, so he felt like he needed to go and make himself useful. Of course, Lyn was here, which was always a good enough reason for Tyrael to be around. But looking at the little girl... No. Lyn was no little girl anymore. Sure she may barely be a year old, but her body was that of a young adult woman, and Lyn was more than capable of having her own thoughts and opinion. She was simply naive to the world and hasn't had the experience. But Tyrael wasn't sure if he was the best teacher to give her a lesson on life. And right now he wasn't too interested in life-lessons so much as getting out of here and not being caught in an awkward position.\n\n\"... What are you all doing?\"", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title)" }, { "text": "Khan, Courtyard\n\nKhan moved slowly over the grasses, his cane end planted in the dirt and helped to propel him across the grounds. His leg was still acting up as he came to rest, watching the last of the Naga prepare themselves for the trip. The college had allowed them to hunt and collect their own supplies, supplying only what couldn't be made through their own engineering. It was difficult to get the remaining race residents to accept aid when their pride got in the way, Khan came to realize when Ssarak's departure from the skies happened. \n\nWhen the wind whipped over his figure, batting at his ponytail, Khan flashed the two students a smile while he hobbled toward them.It was clear he was pleased that at least one pain in his tail was about to depart as he nodded at Ssarak's comment. He noted both Lyam and Amary, the Matriarch, both lifted their heads to spot the younger Esyire's arrival with another student. \"Yes, and with any luck they will manage to hash out their new lives. Rurik has agreed to take them to an area close to the Scorched Lands for now. It's currently a neutral area through I worry it might not stay that way for long and it's not an ideal situation. However we have few of those.\" \nThe Headmaster turned to eye the Naga starting to move out with a small group of students assigned to escort service and Rurik's cart leading the way. The Gate shuddered open for all to past while Khan continued. \"When we discover what's happening in Yarsomere then maybe, with some luck, we'll return the Naga back to their homeland.\" \n\nInhaling a breath, he then put a little more cheer in his tone when he asked a question. \"So, since the unsavory events with Lyn's hunt, how have you two been enjoying your R&R?\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Khan Avrea Jevarath" } ]

[ { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth quietly watched as everyone started gathering around Lyn. She had only stopped by to say hi, but now it seemed like there was going to be a little impromptu party. Keri teased Annabeth about not knowing what a mulberry tree was, to which Annabeth's face grew red. \"Well excuse me, I read minds, not trees!\" She didn't mean anything bad from it however. Annabeth was merely returning Keri's tease with her own. Still, Annabeth felt uneasy with Tyrael around. She's heard of what he did back at the catacombs, and while she doubts he would dare do something while they were in the college, and near Lyn, Annabeth never trusted him since day one. Annabeth decided to quickly place herself away from Tyrael which brought her to Helena. Looking at her closer, Annabeth noticed the... Things on her face. They looked like some sort of glass mask. Annabeth's never seen anything like them before. \"Say Helena... What are those?\" Annabeth pointed towards her glasses.\n\nTyrael Marchrosias\n\nSlowly, a small smile cracked on the old demon's face. Being around Lyn always brought his spirits up. It put his demons at bay. Lyn asked Colette how she managed to get Tyrael out, but he was more than willing to answer himself. \"With a strong arm and not taking no for an answer.\" He looked up into the trees and noticed that the mulberries were ripe. That reminded him that it was around the same time for some of the animals to come back to the forests. Most of the natural predators have already moved on, leaving the land ripe for game. He debated taking Lyn out for a hunt. But her first, proper hunt should be overseen by Mar. Thinking about her made Tyrael feel sad. He distracted himself with Lyn instead.\n\n\"Now then, what are you doing out here Lyn? Not causing any trouble are you?\"", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\n\nHelena had momentarily zoned out when Annabeth spoke to her and brought her back into focus. It took her brain another second to figure out what she was talking about. People more often asked about the ring through her nose and not her glasses, and when they did, they wanted to see just how bad her eyesight was. It was amusing to them to take them and put them on and see how blurry or big things became for them. It wasn't so funny to her after awhile. Like people pointing out her freckles and bright hair. She knew she had them. It didn't change daily. \n\n\"Glasses,\" she laughed, pushing them back up her nose some. \"They help me see. Kinda almost blind without them. Have you never seen someone with glasses before?\" That was a little strange. She knew not everyone who might need them would have them, like her father who could really use some, but still there had to have been someone else with them. Especially in a place where people read books often.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Lyn, Orchard \n\n \"I'll have to try harder next time. I love seeing you out and in the twilight. Especially when you're having fun with friends.\" Lyn stated with smile, the gesture warming the edges of her face deeply. Her eyes twinkled with happiness at seeing her uncle interact with people beside her mother and herself. He deserved it as much as her mother did. Even if she didn't seem to agree and spent most her time mopping in the den. Lyn's thoughts drifted to her father and hoped he was at least managing to get mother out of bed.\n\nLetting the thoughts slip through her attention, Lyn's head tilted back in surprised and blinked. She was unsure how to answer his question. She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head before uttering the first thing that came to mind. \"What made you think I was causing trouble? I thought I was usually well behaved...most of the time. \" \n\nHer smile curled into a wicked teasing one while her arms curled upon her hips, pretending to be insulted. Her uncle would naturally know she wasn't seriously upset or hurt thanks to the expression she wore. \n\nKhan, Courtyard\n\n \"It's called a demon. Some call it possession as demonomancers are at highest risk of it due to their blood magic. It could even happen to me if I'm not visual and keep my demons under control. It is more rare for masters to fall to such tricks by their demons and usually only because they allow issues to build, giving the demons a foothold into the mind for manipulation.\" Khan answered while he eyed Rurik's cart coming into view, his horses snorting with the weight. It seemed he had made quite a profit this round around and purchased numerous bone artwork from the few remaining Naga.\n\nNoting that Ssarak was growing uncomfortable with the conversation topic, he allowed it shift toward another of the student's' choice. He noted the look exchanged between Meirin and himself, wondering if she felt the same fear of him. Tyrael and him were not as different as most people thought. They both kept secrets to protect others, both demonomancers, and held leashes to some powerful creatures that should never have walked the earth. The most obvious difference was how they handled their own issues resulting in how people viewed and connected to them, sealing their roles with in this world. His thoughts he kept to himself however, not wanting to upset either of them over a debate turned sour. \n\nAmary nodded. \"Yes, it was and is. I'm disappointed in the half demon's actions and it has created...stress between us. As for recovery, the Naga have survived nearly being wiped out before when the world was new and creatures like yourself were rising into existence. Just like then, we'll move on and stride to overcome the challenges. It merely takes time. If you, or the others, are ever within our lands than know you'll have rights to wander freely.\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "Baulder\n\nBaulder had taken the opportunity while E'nasha was talking about Yarosmere to finish off his bread. He noticed that it was a bit sour but.... in a pleasing way. The almost bitter taste complimented the copper-ish taste he was getting from the pork's juices. The flavours were very complimentary, something he would need to remember. Baulder having zoned out for a moment thinking about the complex interactions of food in his mouth caught the end of her talking about the desert and it being too cold. \"Yes, Yarosmere. I believe we will join you on that, yes. Was.... unsure of what I wanted to go on, I figure you will be arbitration on this decision then.\" Baulder said with a slight laugh before putting more pork in his gullet. \n\nBaulder saw some small facial movements in her face as she paused to think about his second question. He didn't know what they meant though, it was just a thing he noticed. He would need to ask master later, maybe he would know, he always knows. With a reassurance that she was ok Baulder responded best that he could. \"\"Good... good.... good, the uh.... cold feels good on my.... feet. I think I like this cold, getting up in the morning is pleasant. So is leaving the forge into the cool.... air.\" Baulder for a second dredged his bare foot off the floor and put it into his lap and looked at it for a moment. He rested his second joint over his thigh and put his hand on what he would consider his \"shin\" and his warm hand was barely felt through his thick callouses but it felt good nevertheless. \"The food in... Yaso-mare? Yarsomere? Is it good? Tell me about their... your foods, I always like a good food.\" Baulder said with a grin as he began shoveling the last remaining bits of his pork into his mouth.", "username": "cqbexpt", "char_name": "\"Scarred hand\", \"Midnight\", Baulder" }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nAfter letting Ssarak in Meirin also sat on her bed. Usually if they were going to be together for an extended time they would be in Ssarak's room, since his furnishing were large enough to comfort him. Still Meirin did make the effort to commission some larger furniture for the future, such as a bed. Before Meirin just slept on mats, as she did back at the monastery but after spending a night with Ssarak, Meirin wanted to try out beds some more. Hers right now was sized only for her, but that was just until she could make up her mind about one that could fit someone like Ssarak.\n\nHer room aside, Meirin tilted her head at his mention about the missions. She would have thought that Ssarak would keep tabs on it considering how important the information was, though perhaps it was only because Djarkel was her home. Or rather her home was in Djarkel. The monks stayed away from the cities and civilization knowing the sort of trouble they bring, but that didn't mean they could escape everything. Demons and monsters were common enough in the land of darkness, but if there were evil people in Djarkel, then Meirin would protect her home. Both the college and the monestary. \"I'll gladly join you Ssarak. You don't even need to ask.\" She said with a smile.\n\nShe stood up and took a journal out from her shelf. Most of the first pages consisted of scribbles and Meirin's poor attempt at literature. While she could read decently enough, her penmanship had room for improvement. It wasn't that the letters themselves were ugly, but her spelling and grammar needed more work. But she skipped those pages and got to the important part; a page sized map of Djarkel. \"The mission I'll be going on will bring us to Djarkel again. We'll be following up on the leads from our last mission, so Lucilia assigned it. I don't know what exactly she discovered, but from what I'm told we'll be meeting with some important people in Djarkel, so we'll need to be prepared. She only wants those she can trust to maintain the college's good reputation with the barons.\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak hummed at Meirin. \"Well, I really do not wish to risk Lucilia filling the mission before we have a chance to speak to her, but…\" He began, giving a quick glance around them. There was no one around to pay attention to them, so he gave her another, brief kiss. \"I have such a difficult time saying no to you. We can get some breakfast, see if we can find anyone we can trust to join us. There are some of our friends who I believe would be well-suited to diplomacy. Others…would be objectively terrible. Hopefully this time, Lucilia actually has the presence of mind to consider the personalities of the students she allows on the mission, especially considering how delicate it could be.\"\n\nOnce the pair made their way to the dining hall, Ssarak looked around for anyone they knew. There were indeed a few friends around, though Ssarak elected to at least get his breakfast first. As usual, his meal reflected his meat-heavy diet. He had a sizable cut of pork, with a side of mutton and an egg from an animal he had never actually heard of before, and a cup of herbal tea, since he was in the mood for something more interesting than water. He took his seat beside Meirin, though he refrained from any physical shows of affection that were too obvious, regardless of how tempting it might have been. He knew Mei was uncomfortable with public displays of affection, and he could understand her reasoning. It was only exceptional moments in which he would consider anything more than a quick hug, or a wing around her shoulder. \n\n\"So, who do believe may be a good fit for this mission?\" Ssarak questioned.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nSmiling at Ssarak's quick kiss, the two went to the dinning hall. Meirin's meal were, as usual, fairly plain. Fried eggs and oat meal, with a cup of water. It was an unconscious choice on her part: she was just used to simple meals and doesn't go out of her way to look for anything more extravagant. She was still getting used to all the luxuries the college provided. Eating her meal quietly she sat a bit away from Ssarak, not out of any sort of discomfort, but she liked to keep her space. While she loved the eysire, she still had some conflicting feelings about their relationship. It just seemed so... Odd to her. Not just the fact he was an eysire, but romance in general. She felt very affectionate for him, but this wasn't something she wanted others to know. She couldn't put her finger on why, but in a way she wanted to keep Ssarak to herself. Meirin worried that if she was too open with it, it might attract the attention of others who would want to take Ssarak away from her. It was ridiculous, but that was just how Meirin felt. Even if no one has ever shown signs of being attracted to Ssarak like that, Meirin couldn't help but feel preemptively jealous.\n\nFinishing her meal quickly Meirin looked to Ssarak when he asked who they should look for to participate in the mission. \"Honestly? I'm not entirely sure. I mean... Djarkel is my home, or at least where my home is, so I want to make sure it's safe. With your magic and personality, you seem like the right fit for a mission like this. But as for others I don't know. Obviously we need people who can keep a level head, but we should bring people with... Hmm... Colorful personalities.\" Meirin said as she finished off her water. As much as she doesn't want hot-headed people coming along, since this was a diplomatic mission it was important that they leave an impression. Simply staying out of trouble would not endear them to the important people in Djarkel. Peasants stay out of trouble, diplomats make memories. Hopefully good ones.\n\n\"People who can be passionate without being furious, who can use their emotions instead of letting their emotions use them. You know, interesting and exotic people like you. Students local to Djarkel would help too. It's unfortunate, but racism is common in Djarkel. If we come with students native to Djarkel it might make the more xenophobic members more willing to talk to us, or at least to them. And lastly, since we are representing the college, we should have someone who's magic talents differ from our own. I'm sure at some point people would want to see us show the fruits of our labor. While I may not be a performer, I'm confident in my abilities.\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth smiled and sat down near Helena. \"Thanks, I was afraid I was going to have to eat breakfast alone.\" She looked to the others, mostly the girl who called herself E'nasha. It seemed familiar to her, but Annabeth couldn't quite place it. \"I'm pleased to meet you too E'nasha! Hmm... No, I don't think we have classes together, and yet... Oh! I think I remember now. I met you during the roc hunt!\"[/color] They didn't really get a chance to properly introduce one another, but Annabeth now remember seeing the girl after Aramir and Auriel managed to bring back Rorik's wagon. Somehow E'nasha was also there. \"You know that reminds me, I never did figure out how and why you were in that Roc's nest. I mean, it could have been helpful, you know? Being inside the best were Rorik's wagon was. It could have certainly made it easier getting to the nest.\" Annabeth took a bite of her pickle as she waited to hear E'nasha's story.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" } ]

[ { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nHelena watched the man come closer. Well sorta man. But he was coming closer, regardless of what he was. She gripped her knife tighter in her hands and waited until he was closer, she was a better shot when the target was closer. He was quick though, and not steady enough for her to aim at his skull and actually make it. So she decided to embrace her strengths and came at him. Sorta. She headed towards him, but to the side somewhat. The creature was quick for the rot, but it's brain wasn't as quick. It started to turn in to her change of direction, but she was quicker than it. \n\nDancing up alongside it, she took her blade and thrust it deep into its eye, her arm just avoiding the clipping of its crooked jaws and teeth. \"Shit,\" she hissed. It grabbed onto her before she could get back, but the grip lessened a moment later. Or at least didn't tighten more. It was fully dead now. \n\nBut she didn't have a moment of victory. Instead her elation quickly turned to panic as the hands that held her tightened again, a darkness around them that grew up from the shadows at her feet, controlling the corpse. She'd been pulling her blades free when he'd reattacked, and she held one in each hand as it started to drag her downward. She struggled in its grip, but all she succeed in doing wa freeing the arms from the rotting body. They still pulled her down as she yelled, fighting against it with all she had. \n\nAnd failing miserably. \n\nDarkness surrounded her, and she struggled to stay in control, but she failed again and was gone. When she felt the tickle of stirring she moved quickly, sitting up fast and patting herself down for any of her knives while she tried to get a better look around her. But sher glasses felt like they were very dirty.\n\nShe could see Althalus though, he was ghostly in the haze, the only thing she could safely identify. But she could hear the skittery, the sound of approaching things that she couldn't fully see. And it was close. She hurried to get to her feet, reaching for her ring as well as a blade as she went, trying to decide how much light would be wise.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Colette Filiatraut,Nox Mission \nLocation-Craigville\n\nGagging more, Colette continued her fight against the undead, fighting alongside her feline demon, barely dishing the undead who went to grab her. Cutting down another, she smirked at Atticus, who bowed his head at his mistress. Hearing the thunder getting louder, it managed to distract her and she was suddenly smacked into a tree with Atticus.\n\nThere was a large crack as the smacking of two bodies had enough force to crack the tree almost in half. The split tree fell onto a nearby house, wiping the house down to the ground. Lightening whipped violently across the sky, as if warning people to see shelter.\n\n\"Damn it all to hell\" Sitting up slightly, she made note that her left shoulder blade and back was aching from the hit. She might have ruptured a disk or two in her back, but she would heal quickly. Ah the good thing about being a vampire, the quick healing that came with it. Getting up, she bit her lip, that didn't stop her from feeling the actually pain for a little while. Looking over Atticus quickly, she sighed in relief that he was not seriously injured.\n\n\"Come on Atticus, we have a fight to finish\"Smiling encouragingly, she helped the feline to his feet and grabbed her blade. Seconds later, the two were back in fight. \n\nJust as the last of the undead was slowly stopping, Colette was filled with an odd sensation. It was a sensation that she was not familiar with. She looked around in confusion and distress, noting that the other students were also feeling it, judging by the looks on their faces. \n\nHer eyes went to the the Nox rune she had in her possession and noted the small dark glow coming from it. Gritting her teeth, she tightened her grip on the hilt, preparing herself. With what was already happening in this mission, things could only get either worse or better for them.\n\nSeeing her shadow suddenly jerk and come to life making her gasp. She couldn't move from her spot. In her shadow, she could faintly see something that wasn't part of her shadow before, a beast of some kind that jerked up out of it. Her feet was held down by a vice grip as it sank back into her shadow.\n\nThe limbs of her shadow looked to be tossed around and detach, but then vanished. Before Colette knew it, she was grabbed suddenly and dragged into the darkness that was the Nox.\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nIn the Nox\n\nGroaning, Colette opened her eyes and found herself not in the same place as she was before. She seemed to be in an alleyway, the walls looked to be made out of a black stone that stretched before and behind them. Noting that she was not alone, she looked at the faintly glowing, ghostly Athalus and Helena gripping her rapier that she lucky had with her still. Looking around again, she felt panic rise like bile in her throat. She didn't see Hyllos or Atticus anywhere.\n\nUnfortunately she didn't have time to summon them as something seem to come out of the shadow. It was an odd creature that was like a spider, but it was too different from a normal spider. This thing was ugly. Colette backed up when it went over to her and she felt this slime stuff being coaxed onto her body and before she knew it, she was stuck where she was.\n\nStruggling,in, she was finding it difficult, even with her strength to get herself free. Well this was just an interesting predicament she found herself in and now she had to find a way to escape this disgusting harden slime.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" } ]

[ { "text": "Baulder, Yarsomere\n\nUnkown\n\nBaulder was annoyed. He couldn't do anything and he was hungry. Hungry. Baulder looked over to E'nasha and heard her calls of being fine. This was enough for Baulder, she knew more what was fine and what wasn't than him right? Seeing her struggle getting up against the lizard women was slightly concerning as it almost looked like they were going to both fall over. Baulder moved his arms out as if to catch her if she fell but didn't do much more than that as he didn't want to get close to the vile former snake lady. Confident she wasn't going to actually fall over Baulder was about to ask where the food was before once again, Mar had a question to. Baulder then waited a second before walking up to the women who had identified herself as Sahra, getting rather close to her. \"Yes, all well and good yes. Don't think we'll be leaving until you do anyways. For the time, do you have any food? I just spilled out what food I managed to get from that odd table in the middle of the town, weird feast that was. Food would be nice.\n\nBaulder's eye twitched slightly as he felt his stomach rumble at him. That teleportation business was quite exhausting, he needed more food if he wanted to do it again.", "username": "cqbexpt", "char_name": "\"Scarred hand\", \"Midnight\", Baulder" }, { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth stood by, vigilant of any danger nearby. She used her magic in low bursts to sense any otherworldly presence nearby, that way nothing can get the jump on them. But she was still paying attention to her friends conversation. She was tempted to smack Athalus for his sarcastic comment, but now was not the time for slapstick. She'll chew him out later once they were safe from danger. \"Though considering the college danger is always around the corner.\" Soon after thinking that there was a scream further into the darkness. It may have been the other students, and Annabeth was faced with a tough decision.\n\nIn these dark, unknown depths, Annabeth wanted nothing more than to get herself and her friends out of here ASAP. She wasn't going to try and risk their lives needlessly. At least that's what Annabeth would think, if the first thought when she heard those screams wasn't \"We have to help them.\" Annabeth may not know whoever is over there, but she couldn't forgive herself if she willfully ignored them to save her own skin. But she did understand Athalus and Helena's choice to not go. Annabeth couldn't blame them. But she could certainly blame herself.\n\n\"Colette is right. I have a job to protect the students… The rest of you stay back and head towards the exit. I'll catch up with you later.\"\n\n@May@Fallenreaper@Rtron\n\nDIPLOMACY MISSION\n\nIt wasn't long before the main events of that gala occurred. As everyone was socializing there was a loud ring of a bell. From the top of a large staircase was the host of tonight's gala, Sanguine. He stood with his wife, holding the guest of honor: The baron's son. Everyone paid their respects as the baron gave a large speech about the miracles of Aarem and thanking everyone for their contributions. \"Tonight is a monumental night for my family. Vampires are blessed with immortality, but while they are never truly dead, they could never give life. But our godly host Aarem has seen fit to change that law, and has given to me an heir of my own flesh and blood! Oh sweet child of mine, who will one day grow up and uphold his legacy. And I thank all of you for coming tonight in honor of my son. Let us toast tonight, for our glory today, and our fortune tomorrow!\"\n\nEveryone gave the baron their rapt attention, even those who were trying to harass the college students. Keri would find that she's no longer hungry, and the psychomancer who Lyn had pranked was trying his best to look presentable, with mixed results. The barons that the others were talking to also gave their respects to tonight's host. Soon after the small speech the baron and his wife took their seats at a pair of grand thrones, flanked by imposing looking knights. Everyone went up to the Baron to personally congratulate him, and a few were even allowed to be near the baby. Still, anyone who tried anything untowards the child or the family, they were quickly dealt with. The closets that anyone saw was a particular noble who must have not been in the Baron's favor, because when he approached one of the knights blocked his path with his halberd. Upon closer examination, these knights appeared to be armored Eyesires.\n\nSoon the college students would be given a chance to meet and greet Sanguine and his family. He seemed rather at ease and his wife was utterly ecstatic, hardly paying attention to the going ons around her in favor of her child. The knights, their faces hidden behind their visors, remained dutiful and on guard. Everyone seemed quiet eager to speak to the Baron however, so chances of a long conversation was slim. Once the students came up to Sanguine, he greeted them.\n\n\"Welcome and thank you for coming to my gala. From your sigils you must be from the college. Tell me, how is college life? It's been so long since I attended.\"\n\n@Demonic Angel@Konan375@EliteCommander@Ryonara", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" } ]

[ { "text": "E'nasha Williams ~ Unknown cave, Yarosmere\n\n---\n\nE'nasha answered Summer's question the same way she had when everyone else had asked so far. \"Yes, I'm alright. Thanks for asking.\" She wasn't sure she was going to be okay if she ever had to go through that portal again, but for now the urge to throw up had subsided, so she focused on keeping it that way. \n\nShe remained skeptical that the sand cobras were truly the only ones unhappy with this situation, even as Sahra told her so. These people had the ability to fight, whereas in her opinion most others didn't. They were in hiding, keeping any complaint they held bottled within for fear of being killed if they were found out. There had to be a way to find these secret rebels, to maybe draft them into Sahara and Mak's group. E'nasha kept these thoughts to herself now though, and simply listened to the rest of the conversation before they were allowed to go off and do their own things.\n\nShe decided to go sleep, since it seemed there was nothing else to do at the moment. She woke up a few hours later, just in time for Sahra and Mak to begin explaining their plan. She listened in silence, taking one of the strange black stones from the table once they were done. \"I don't have any questions, but.. No way am I going through that portal again. Please. Just, no.\" She knew her complaint would probably be ignored, but she really did not want to experience that again.", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" }, { "text": "Keri Wolf\nMission: Diplomacy\n\nThe vampire mostly toned Ssarak out while he spoke with the lord. It wasn't because she was trying to ignore him or found the man boring. In truth the woman found her curious mind forming more questions for him every day and hopefully when she found the course to ask the Esyire would be kind enough to answer. But right now it was best to leave the speaking to someone else. Someone who could reason with this vampire and not say what was on the mind all the time.\n\n\"With the demon presence in Tiien, have your lands fared well?\"\n\nWhen those words passed through the air Keri's eyes snapped towards him. [color=silver][i]\"Demons huh? I know my home wasn't it the best of conditions but I never taught demons would come here. Then again humans and vampires do seem to pull in death everywhere they go.\"[/color][/i] She thought to herself. When the girl heard Lyn ask a question she seemed to snap back to reality.\n\n \"Keri, when you bit that rogue Naga, did you know if it infected her or not? I know it's hard to tell really because she went into Malice, but I'm curious.\"\n\n\"Huh? Umm...well honestly I didn't think biting her would work at all Lyn. The reason was more on instincts. I grew up with two brothers when I was still human. We weren't blood related so at first it made things more awkward for all of them, mostly because the couple were used to having all boys, but eventually it become easier. We used to get into fist fights and biting matches. Boy did father and mother hate me joining in. Eventually against my mother's wishes my father taught me how to carve. He would say it would help with my short temper.\" She explained. This was the first time the woman had ever mentioned something from the past. Something that made this seem less dark than they actually were.\n\nShe tried to listen to the conversation, noting that the Barron glanced their way, making her body tense up in response. The vampire didn't like this at all but there was no way to get his attention off of the other two without endangering everyone there. \"Ready?\"\n\n\"Not really. I don't know why I came back to this area. Maybe I was hoping to see my village again. To see my old house one final time before saying goodbye once and for all. Now I see this was a mistake. I'm not one for peace. My life was recently created to be chaotic and here I am pretending to be the messenger of peace. Then again I did find some things worth fighting for. Colette, you, the college students, and the college itself.\" she whispered mostly to herself. When they were excused the girl stretched her arms even when someone stopped them to ask about the college. Once they left Keri cleared her throat.\n\n\"I don't know about you all but I'm ready to leave this place behind. And when I say behind as in never come back here again.\"", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" } ]

[ { "text": "E'nasha Williams ~ Unknown Cave, Yarosmere\n\n---\n\n\n\"Well, I actually didn't see anything that happened before we all got here. I was kinda pulled through a shadow portal against my will.\" E'nasha was being unnecessarily snippy at the Naga, and she knew it. But still, she sighed before turning to face Mar as the woman put a hand on her shoulder, listening as she continued. \"I'm not asking to be escorted to the palace itself or anything like that. Heck, maybe the whole 'involuntary' part was why I felt so sick the first time. Maybe this time, knowing what's gonna happen, I'll be ok... or less queasy at least.\"\n\nShe stood silently as Mar continued, a worried look on her face as she realized just how bad the situation could get as soon as they even get there. She waited until mar was done talking to pose an idea to the Naga. \"Maybe, you should stay here? Or we could work out a plan to deal with the possibility of being found out.\" She paused, glancing around at the others in the room before continuing. \"They don't know the extent of your magic yet. You could say that you like these traits and so you have them just because of that, and if they ask you to change to be more 'normal' you could tell them that that's just not how it works.. that it would take too long and too much energy to do?\"\n\n\"Although, that would be banking on the hope that they know nothing about Vitamancy...\" E'nasha trailed off as she looked to Mak and Sahra, wondering what they thought.", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" }, { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth braced herself for the beast's charge. No doubt it's vile horn could pierce her armor, but compared to some of the things she fought at the college, it was no more threatening than a knight on horseback; only a novice would fear his couched lance. Annabeth readied herself to parry the blow and riposte, but that's when she noticed that it began to sink into the ground. It was teleporting, and Annabeth lunged out to strike. Unfortunately she was just a moment too slow and her blade struck only empty air. Then, her magic lost track of the beast. It had plane shifted somewhere else, but no doubt it'll return soon. Annabeth didn't know if it could still sense them when they leave for another plane, but she didn't intend to stay and find out.\n\nShortly after the beast had fled she heard the surviving students argue among each other. The male with the rapier tried to assist the fallen girl, but in her hysteria she refused his help. No doubt the shock of such a brutal death has unhinged her. After their conversation the boy introduced himself as Drake and inquired about Annabeth. \"I'm Annabeth. We're students from the college too. I'm sorry, but we don't have much time to talk. That Nightmare might come back at any moment, and who knows what else might be here.\" Annabeth didn't let her guard down for a second. In this blasted pit, she wasn't going to. She went over to the girl who was still sobbing to herself, her voice gentle but firm. \n\n\"We have to go. You can't die here, she wouldn't want you to die here. Don't let her death be in vain.\" Annabeth thought about using her magic on the girl, but a twist in her arm told Annabeth that she was already pushing herself with the magic. She clenched her teeth and cursed to herself. She had said that she was going to save these students, weather they wanted to or not. So Annabeth was only going to give this girl one chance to come with her, or Annabeth will drag her if she had to. \"Come on... Let's go.\"\n\nDIPLOMACY MISSION\n\nThe old maid in blue nodded her head and led the others back to their carrige. Along the way they were handed their things, and in Ssarak's belongings was a leather bound book. Inside were details about various other barons who have been \"compromised\" by demonic influences. Whether they were vampires, mortals, or even those who scorn magic, this book had information on those who have suddenly shifted their interest in favor of demons. There was some notes hypothesizing and confirming either corruption or even take over. Indeed, the sheer amount of Barons who had converted or were being pressed by the demonic forces was startlingly large. There was a lot of work the college needed to do.\n\nAfterwards, the college students were whisked away to their next task. They had another party to attend to, this time for a new Baron. His name was Baron Praxis, and he was the new inheritor of the title after his father had passed away a year ago. The students would be attending the party and giving him their congratulations in the form of a gift selected by Lucilia. It was a large ornate ironwood box, with a lock to prevent anyone from peeking inside. The details of what was inside of the box was not told to the others, only that it was emphasized that this box reach the new baron as soon as possible.\n\nIt wasn't long until the students arrived to the city. Everyone seemed to be celebrating the raise of the new baron, and the streets were filled with festivities. Stalls selling the best of their goods, children running about with toys, and merriment everywhere. For a land that was suppose to be embroiled in war and strife, people seemed happy. But that didn't mean all was well. As the carriage the students were in was stopped due to a parade, something landed on the top of the carriage. Shortly after someone jumped from the carriage and started to run. For those who investigated, they could see that someone had just stolen the box that Lucilia had asked to be delivered to the baron. The one who stole it was a large figure, about as bit as Ssarak. Yet he moved swiftly. The students must act quickly if they wish to catch the man.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" } ]

[ { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nSure enough, everything went to hell quickly. While Annabeth managed to get the girl, Jessie, to cooperate, the Nox started to shift again. \"Dammit, why now!?\" And to make matter's worse, the Nightmare was back. Everyone was making a dash to the room that Darrel directed, but the beast was heading straight for Drake. Everyone was moving except Colette, who had made the decision to fight the Nightmare herself. \"Colette get back here!\" Annabeth had to save her magic; she couldn't risk Blood Sickness trying to use her spells to distract the Nightmare. Instead she took her dagger and hurled it in the Nightmare's path, hoping that maybe the blade would sink into it's eye or something, or at least distract it long enough for Annabeth to grab Colette and get to the room.\n\n\"Stay with the group Colette, follow me!\" The girl grabbed the vampire by her hand, not wanting her friend to throw her life away trying to hold this beast back. The room was just a few feet away; if she could get Colette in there, then Annabeth could save them all. \"Let's go!\"\n\nDIPLOMACY MISSION\n\nThe first thing Ssarak would notice was the presence of a ward; but not simply a novice one, but one at least equal to his own. It was strong enough that if it weren't for the fact that Ssarak was actively looking for it, this ward could have possibly gone beneath his notice. Even now, tracking the ward was about as difficult as tracking the thief himself, who had the advantage of moving through the narrow alleyways; various obstacles such as canvas covers and tunnels covered the thief from above, and without Ssarak attempting to break through his ward he would have quickly lost the thief's position from above.\n\nLeith's attempt to stop the thief failed, however it did succeed in causing the thief to crash into the wall with a sickening crunch. He quickly recovered and ran, however it was obvious that he had damaged his arm from the crash. For those pursing the man on foot, they may have noticed as he ran into a dark tunnel that he removed his mask; what was at first a dark blade hood soon revealed long fiery red hair. When he was outy of the tunnel, he was in front of a thick crowd of parade goers and onlookers. They didn't seem to notice him as he pushed through them and ran across the parade with agile swiftness, avoiding the horses and dancers and easily reaching the other side of the street.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "Althalus\n\nHe cursed as the room began shaking again, and he heard the snort of the Nitemare charging again. Of course this happens, why would we ever get a single stupid break in this stupid place. He complained to himself, hoping the group would hurry up and not try to be heroes. Of course, one of his own group decided to prove him wrong. Colette tried to make a fight against the Nitemare when speed was of the essence and stupid heroics were not. \"Colette! We can kill it later, right now we need to stick together!\" Annabeth, who actually had a physical presence, went to grab her. \"Good enough!\" Unable to grab anyone himself, he settled for urging others into the room. \"Lets go lets go lets go. Annabeth and Colette can take care of themselves, and we don't want to end up like a great number of people have on this trip.\" When they didn't start moving fast enough for his liking, he turned to the only other person with physical presence for help. \"Helena, start pushing them. I can't do anything.\"\n\nSansar, Yarosmere\n\n\"Oh yeah, just don't offend the madman whose fanatics despise most of what the College stands for. Easy!\" Aramir replied. \"All the while hoping that he doesn't assume that our friends, having not returned from their kidnapping, have gone on to the side of the rebels and tries to capture us to ensure that he has bargaining chips.\" She smiled in an overly chipper way. \"Shouldn't be a problem at all!\" She glanced idly around, as if to ensure that no one was listening. \"So what's the plan if we have to suddenly run for our lives because we've some how offended the King?\"\n\n\"And what are we going to tell the College? Aside from the fact that the entire nation has gone insane.\"\n\nUnknown Location, Yarosmere\n\nSahra smiled softly, speaking as Mak rolled his eyes. \"We have no other choice. If anything it will help you act like you didn't enjoy your time staying here. We'll drop you off close to the palace. I suggest you have a story about how you escaped ready for the guards, lest they try to arrest you for being rebel collaborators.\"\n\nShe turned her gaze to Mar. \"While I doubt the madman will give you enough of a courtesy to actually go to an infirmary, we'll cover that eventuality as well. A psychomancy rune will be made and given to you, hiding all your non-human traits from examination. It'll only last a few hours, but that is all the time you'll need to get out of Yarosmere after the dinner. Trust me, you will not want to stay any longer than absolutely necessary in this Inferno-cursed country.\"\n\n\"To review, we're going to beat you so you're not considered traitors by the crown, ensure that any disguises you need are in place so you don't get revealed and killed, and be on hand if everything goes to an absolute disaster and you need to get out of the palace as fast as possible. Any questions or requests?\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Althalus\n\nAlthalus' eyebrows raised at the sight of the man in the middle of the room, a weary despair settling into his bones. He merely shrugged at Helena's question, waiting for their new visitor to unleash some fresh inferno on them. Althalus sighed as the doors slammed shut behind them, with a distinct note of finality. As the man spoke, something about the heart of the Nox, he wasn't really paying attention, Althalus replied. \"Is this the part where you tell us you're going to kill us.\" It was less of a question and more of an automatic sarcastic response. As the man declared that he couldn't tolerate insects, Althalus rolled his eyes. \"It is, oh goody. What are you going to do? Teleport around the room? Shoot dark shadows from you-\" What ever tired mocking he had left was suddenly silenced as the loud screeching noise filled his hearing, making him instinctively curse and cover his ears. The only reason he didn't fall to his knees was because an immobile assassin was a dead assassin. He wanted to be prepared for whatever the masked bastard threw at them.\n\nStill. Hard to be prepared for your own shadow turning into a pile of tentacles with mouth. \n\n\"Oh! Summon tentacle monsters from our shadows. That's...different.\" He darted backwards as his own shadow thing (Uth, he thought he heard Daren or whatever his name was say) lashed out at him. He stumbled, having crashed into Helena in the process. \"Sorry, trying not to di-Hey! I'm solid again!\" He grinned, looking over at Helena. \"Pass me some of my knives would you? You do still have them right?\"\n\nAramir, Sansar\n\nAramir hated the heat. She hated it almost more than she hated the people they were forced to play nice with. It constantly beat down on her, making her sweat out what felt like twice her own body weight. She had wanted to stay inside, maybe drink some more water before some madman tried to kill them. But her companions had wanted to go outside on the ramp, and she wasn't about to stay behind alone in the palace and make small talk with their guide. So here she was, standing in the heat, almost wishing she was sitting down with this new 'King' of Yarosmere.\n\nShe supposed that the desert had some form of beauty to it, if you could stand the heat, but right now she hated it with every fiber of her being. What I'd give just to be amongst the endless snow storms for just one more minute...why did I let Myrn talk me into going to this hellish place? She sighed wistfully, before looking up in minor alarm at one of the guards. He was aiming his crossbow at a group, too far out to be identified, and seemed to be on the verge of firing. \n\n\"Wouldn't it be better to wait till we see who it is before shooting them?\" It was more of a general question to the group, rather than the guard. She didn't expect him to acknowledge her, much less listen.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "Baulder\n\nBaulder brought his hand to his jaw and rubbed his rather sore skin. Baulder had... not enjoyed being beaten, even if it was for a ruse. He may have punched back once. The Sand Cobra's had not taken too kindly to that and settled for just knocking him over. So now his jaw was bruised a rather dark color. Oddly enough, he hadn't felt the need to throw up after this teleport. Maybe it was just that he had eaten so much of the rebels food that it kept him safe. Or it could be that he was half dazed from the slug to the jaw. Whatever the case Baulder found his arms on the outside edge of the pile and he began pulling himself from the group. Feeling his legs drag over other people was a bit of an odd sensation to Baulder. His rough and calloused feet felt odd against someones bare skin. It was, an interesting feeling to Baulder.\n\nAs he extracted himself from the mass of living beings he found himself standing on soft, burning sand. Luckily he still had remnants of his shoes on his feet. Granted, leather wasn't stopping all of the heat from the sand it was atleast stopping most of it. He hated the heat, the heat of the day was long gone but it's remnants had been left all over the landscape, including the hot sand. The air was not terribly warm and was acceptable to his taste. He looked around and saw the high walls of the city again. \"Even in the night the ground, it is uncomfortable. Why would people choose to live here.\"", "username": "cqbexpt", "char_name": "\"Scarred hand\", \"Midnight\", Baulder" } ]

[ { "text": "Nox Alignment Ceremony\n\n,@Lucius Cypher, @May, & @Luna\n\n\nDarell jerked to his right and rolled. Two tentacles slapped the area he once stood and then retracted back, the jagged rows of teeth grinded slightly. It sounded like rocks being clashed together. A scream was heard as one of the students they had picked up immediately moved behind Annabeth. Meanwhile, Annabeth already had her weapon raised and ready to defend herself and the girl, their shadows advancing upon them. \n\nDrake already began to hack then slice at his current shadow. It flinched, the physical attack sliced off several appendages before they promptly grew back. This caused a horrified expression to surface upon his face as newer tentacle shot forward then penetrated his shoulder. \n\nA blood curdling scream erupted from him, the sound echoed throughout the room. His sword dropped from his hand and his body crashed to the ground, helpless as the thing's mouth clamped down on upon his foot. \n\n\"Help me! Please!\" Drake begged as he reached for his sword, the blade just out of his reach. \n\nThe Uth tugged his foot and jerked him away. His foot kicked out but seemed to not affect it, the teeth biting down harder and began to shake him.\n\nUpon hearing Helena, Darell's head jerked into her direction, \"Uth are deep Nox dwellers. Physical attacks aren't going to do shit unless you combine it with magic, any type works. However, it won't do us much good-Shit!\" \n\nDarell's Uth lunged forward. His figure jerked to the side in an attempt to avoid, only to find the creature twist about and smack his chest with its back hoof. Blood splattered from the slice deeply into his skin and bone. Crack! His body slid along the stone and into the abyss, his arm jerked out just in time to present himself from plummeting down. The Uth snarled as it casually advanced, intending to finish the job. \n\nUncovering Shadows\nLyn, Hysteria (Djarkel)\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nLyn's legs struggled to gain some holding upon the smoothed stone surface. Each time she tried to pull herself upon the roof, her foot slipped and whatever gain she had was immediately lost. The worse part, she felt her fingers slipping gradually. She knew it wouldn't be long before she would be falling to the ground. Her eyes looked over her shoulders just when her hands lost their grip. \n\nHer heart stopped in her chest. Air rushed about her when she began to fall and her arms flailed a bit, her mind imagining herself hitting the ground and becoming a red smear upon the stone. Her plummet suddenly came to an abrupt halt when something snatched her wrist. Her arm jerked and her body dangled there several moments before she opened her eyes to realize her fall had been stalled. Lyn's eyes glanced upward to spy Ssarak, his arm extended and firmly fastened to her wrist to stop her. \n\n 'Thank goodness,' she thought and reached her other arm up for him to grab. \n\nUpon reaching the roof, her arm rubbed her now slightly sore wrist until it was gone. After a few moments she patted her trousers and shirt clear of any dirt that clinged to her. Satisfied with her examination that nothing was broken, her lips frowned at his mention of wings. Her chest inhaled and her arms crossed over it, her head tilted in what her father called her teenager pose. \n\nShe spoke in an insistent tone when Ssarak finally finished, \"I just misjudged the jump was all or I would've made it.\" \n\nUpon hearing the mention of more than one, her eyes snapped to the Esyire. She bit her lip then spoke what was on her mind, \"That's not normal… is it? This wasn't some random theft, or am I over thinking this?\" \n\nWithout waiting for an answer, her face scanned the roof for some way in. She shortly spied a single wooden hatch and possibly their way in. However, if anyone attempted to open it than they would find it jiggled easily but didn't give easily. It would take time and risked someone hearing them.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nHelena had managed to sidestep the dark tentacles that reached for her, just barely. They closed around where her feet had been a few seconds ago, but caught air instead of her boot. She looked away for a second as she heard Drake's cry of pain. \"Shit,\" she hissed, looking back just in time to see the rest of them reaching for Darell since he'd been the bigger threat to it. \"Fuck me.\"\n\nDarell's words reached her as she stumbled backwards, almost losing her footing as she did so. \"Well that would have been good to know about two seconds ago,\" she shot back. \"So time to use some heat then.\" \n\nTaking a deep breath, she called up the fire that had been bubbling to get out since she'd been pulled down into this darkness. Control, at least a little, was something she'd learned. And her aim wasn't too bad either. As the beast stalked towards Darell she shot a few balls of fire at its backside, aiming for the legs so as to slow it down. They seemed to hit well, but she wasn't certain if that would do all that much to it anyways. Magic or not, she didn't think these things would be so easy to take down.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" } ]

[ { "text": "E'nasha Williams ~ Yarosmere\n\n---\n\n\n\nE'nasha sighed silently before shaking her head. This was going to turn out okay, right? Obviously it was well-thought out and, well there wasn't much else they could do. She went along quietly as they got the 'cosmetics' out of the way before the group was portal-ed to the desert sands in front of the Castle.\n\nThey landed in a pile, and E'nasha was pretty much trapped by the others around her until they all started getting up. The pressure of the other's bodies on top of her own made her aches just that much worse. The beating she received for authenticity sake seemed to also have been a release for the Sand Cobras' anger as much as a ruse to her now. She got up as soon as she could, apologizing to those around her as she crawled out of the pile. \n\n\nAs she stood, she heard Baulder speaking, probably to himself, but answered his question anyway. She walked beside him towards the castle gate as she spoke. \"Some live here because they have no choice, others stay because this is where their family is. It's not that bad once you get used to the heat, most of the hard things about living in a desert are made easier over time.\" She used to live here, she would know... but this place wasn't the same as it was in her childhood. Too much had changed with the rise of the new king... she wasn't sure she wanted to come back anymore.\n\nThe gate opened as they approached, and the group was rushed by the other half of the college students as they were taken inside the castle. El'kan hugged E'nasha as soon as he saw her, and even though he asked a million questions she stayed quiet for now, only hugging him back. Aramir waved off the guards as they tried to take the new arrivals to the infirmary, and E'nasha thanked her quietly as they were all then led to a courtyard and patched up a little by the other students. \n\n\nE'nasha flinched as Yolin's voice rang out over the courtyard. The man was dangerous, she knew that much from what the others had said happened after she was pulled through the shadow portal at lunch, and she'd really been hoping to stay as far away from him as possible now they were back. Luckily, he clapped his hands and continued way too cheerily for someone who'd just promised to kill an entire group of people. Dinner was ready, and it's time to meet the king. \n\nE'nasha sat between El'kan and Baulder at the table, and began filling her plate with the familiar foods laid out before them. She pointed out a few of her favorite things to Baulder as well, even though she knew he'd probably end up trying them all by the end of the meal. The king sat to the group's right, though in her mind he didn't look regal so much as like a rogue. He had long dark hair and a sharp nose, a square jaw and piercing blue eyes. He was a pretty man, but in her mind he was still nothing like she had imagined the king would be. While she was pondering this in her mind the king spoke to them, and Darius was quick to answer.\n\n\nBefore the king answered, she spoke up as well. \"I have a more personal question, if you'll indulge me your highness. We may have been told this before, but what is your birthname?\" As far as she knew, a person's name also told of where they were from. It'd be kinda cool if she could guess his hometown, if he had one.", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nShe held in check her joy at having actually done something right this time. But only mostly. A little, smug smirk crossed her face as she prepared another small volley. She knew she shouldn't over tax herself, but if fire was what hurt them, and as far as she knew she was the only pyromancer in the group, then she had to do it. She watched the creature she'd injured as it geared up to pounce at Athalus. This time, she'd be more direct. The fire that she held in her hand she shot at its face, letting the older man use that as a distraction for getting him with his blades.\n\nShe glanced around quickly, doing a check of their classmates and somewhat friends. Where the fuck is what's his face? , she thought, a second of worry creeping in. She might not like him, or trust him really, but he seemed to be the only one who knew what was going on. And she'd like to make it out of here alive, so she was going to need him. \n\n\"Darell?\" she called before she spotted what she thought was him not to far away with one of the tentacle beasts coming at him. \"Shit,\" she murmured heading towards them quickly and as quietly as possible. She was already starting to feel the effects of using her magic, but the adrenaline of this whole thing would at least keep her upright for a while more. Just hopefully long enough to make it back to the relative safety of the surface.\n\n\"Hey ugly,\" she called to the beast, knife in hand, a tingle of flames in the other. \"Why don't you try me on for size?\"", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" } ]

[ { "text": "Veretu & Salem\n\n\n---\n\n\nVeretu was moving at a steady speed through the air. His wings allowing him to fly rather then travel by foot as many would be forced to do. He looks relatively tired as he flew, as if he hadn't slept much. The likely reason was the small black demon he was holding in his arms as he continued to fly. His hawk shaped dragon wings giving him some speed, but he still had to move them in order to fly correctly. As he drew nearer to his destination his expression changed to one of determination and with some changes in his flight pattern he moved to land. \n\nAs Veretu landed he dropped the black cat and swiftly strode toward the entrance of the twilight college. The cat padded quickly to veretu and kept pace beside him. Black tail curling into a sort of question mark shape as the walked. Veretu stopped outside the gates and seemed frozen there. His eyes filling with a sort of nervous anxiety he held for the idea of going to this place. He inhaled and looked down at salem who gave him a puzzled The hell are you waiting for expression. Steeling himself he looked back forward and rolled his shoulders before entering the place. \n\nSalem meanwhile somehow managed to turn his walk into one filled with sass that should not be possible for a creature smaller then a human, his head tilting upward while his steps managed to add the imagery of a sass filled hip sway. How the demon managed this was a mystery in and of itself. Veretu meanwhile walked swiftly and silently in order to not attract attention to himself. Rather hoping that all the attention would go to the sass filled demon feline and stay off of him. His wings curled into a half circle around him as if creating a barrier between himself and the rest of the world. Salem just rolled his eyes toward the weaver that walked like a nervous puppy.\n\nVeretu had no idea who he would be meeting. Or if he would be even able to say anything when meeting anyone. Hopefully they were okay when him arriving at this time.", "username": "BlackPanther", "char_name": "Veretu Olend" }, { "text": "---\n\n\n\nElise was walking along the path to reach the Twilight College. She was nervous in going to a place with tons of new people to meet and made her walk a bit slower than normal. She was pacing herself to make sure she wasn't going to get exhausted. \"I-I w-want t-to l-learn… more complex stuff...,\" Elise thought to herself, with a slight nervousness to her movement. She raised her head to see if she was any closer to the Twilight College and she saw it in the distance. She opened her mouth in shock and awe, it was imposing but it was in a permanent twilight and it was beautiful.\n\nElise was walking at quicker pace to reach the entrance of the Twilight College. Her curiosity made her mind wander in what she was going to see in it. She didn't want to run since she would probably trip on her own two feet and fall on her face. It took her about fifteen minutes to reach the entrance of the Twilight College and stared at the gates for awhile since her nervousness was getting to her. \"I-I'm n-nervous…,\" Elise thought to herself, with her sight onto the college's entrance. Her nerves were on edge and started to walk into the entrance, and noticed someone walking ahead of her. Her curiosity got the better of her and wondered how long this person arrived at the college, before her. She had a gentle smile on her face, and noticed something that caught her attention, a black cat keeping up with the man she noticed. \n\nElise's eyes brightened up and tried to hold in her excitement at seeing a kitty cat that was adorable. She was nervous around others, but wasn't really paying attention to where she was walking and tripped on her own two feet and fell on the surface of the ground. \"O-Owwie…,\" Elise said, blushing and embarrassed for falling on her face. She slowly got up off the ground and dusted herself off and carefully walked and paid attention to her surroundings this time around. \n\nShe was impressed with the school's grand scale over her hometown of Cander Village. She glanced at the person in front of her and she could see black bird like wings and this made her interested. \"H-Hi s-sir, y-you h-have a-a n-nice k-kitty c-cat,\" Elise conveyed her voice loudly, towards the one in front of her but she was stuttering and was blushing at the same time.", "username": "Landaus Five-One", "char_name": "The Cander Village" } ]

[ { "text": "Veretu&Salem\n\n\n---\n\n\nVeretu was walking at a decent pace when he heard someone approach. Approach then fall, but that was not here nor there. He hoped that that would've meant the person would leave, but no...apparently not. His dragon wings pulled around him to create more of barrier between them. He turned, but the full view of him was blocked out by his leathery wings. \"He's not a cat\" it was said matter of factly and it did not seem to be ready to explain in full detail what he meant. \n\nSalem however turned and seemed somehow more egotistical. \"Im much better then a cat. Im special\" The cat waved his tail and beamed at the girl before looking up at veretu and rolling his eyes. \n\nBefore either could continue however, veretu caught sight of the dwarf woman. It would seem impossible for his wings to shut anymore and him still see, but he managed it. He was fully taken from sight on his front and it was clear he did not handle social interaction well. Though, he was at least facing her direction. \n\nSalem however once more proved that he was the more social of the two. The cat waved his tail once more and instead of outright speaking gave a rather innocent sounding meow. He was testing to see how the soot covered woman would react to him. Giant green eyes and all.", "username": "BlackPanther", "char_name": "Veretu Olend" }, { "text": "---\n\n\n\nAt the Twilight College, Elise blinked at the response from the tall man in front of her. She did notice he tried to shroud himself with his beautiful wings and her eyes were sparkling in awe. \"W-What d-do y-you m-mean h-he's n-not a-a k-kitty c-cat?\" Elise asked, curiously to the man who had awe inspiring wings. She heard Black Kitty's response to her and giggled cutely towards the talking black cat. \"Y-You a-are v-very c-cute,\" Elise said, looking at the kitty cat. She had cute little eyes looking at the black kitty, she had always wanted a kitty cat. \n\nElise noticed ahead of them, a dwarf woman covered in soot from working at a blacksmithing forge. She walked forward to greet the woman, even though she stays away from forges in her hometown because they craft swords mostly. \"I-I g-guess, I-I s-should g-greet m-myself,\" Elise thought to herself, nervously but she didn't fall on her face again. She gently smiles towards the woman who's approaching them. \"H-H-Hello…,\" Elise stuttered, nervously because of the fact she's nervous around new people. She cutely and gently sighs and tried to become calm around new people.\n\nElise had stopped walking right next to the man with beautiful dragon wings at closer inspection. She only wanted to get closer to the black kitty cat. \"I-I s-so w-want t-to p-pet t-the k-kitty,\" Elise thought to herself, while looking at the black cat in awe of his' adorableness. She was looked up for a bit and had a smile on her face. She waited for the person who approached them to speak since she wanted to introduce herself unless, she's already known for coming here.", "username": "Landaus Five-One", "char_name": "The Cander Village" }, { "text": "Leith Calder\n\nLeith hissed in frustration as the rope tangled around his feet. It didn't help that the rope had wrapped his cloak around his feet. His right arm was now trapped between the cloak and his body, and unfortunately he didn't have the leverage to free the arm. Worse yet, it seemed that his fall had been noticed. As a figure walked towards him with a trident, Leith's mind raced. There wasn't much he could do from his position except wait. \n\nAs the person stood over him with their trident raised and poised to strike, Leith had an idea. He needed to be precise. Any mistake and he would be skewered by the trident. On the down-stroke Leith tucked his head down and moved his right arm upwards to cover his head. \n\nCLANG\n\nThe sound of metal hitting metal rang throughout the room and the trident struck Leith's gauntlet. He sighed at the sight of the holes in his cloak. \"That was my favorite cloak.\" He muttered under his breath. He moved his hand to grab onto the trident and keep his assailant from retrieving it and with his free hand he held it out and tapped the yellow-stoned ring on his ring finger with his thumb three times. \n\nAs the ring started to hum, Leith shouted out to his friends.\n\n\"RING!\" \n\nDuring their ride in the carriage, the group had developed a few strategies for if their diplomatic mission ever turned sour. One of them had been for Leith to shout a word to potentially distract their opponents and warn his allies at the same time. He covered his eyes in the crook of his arm, and hoped that his friends had heard him as a bright flash erupted from the ring. He then gave a tug on the trident and then pushed back on it. There was a ripping noise as his arm tore free of the imprisoning cloak.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" } ]

[ { "text": "Veretu & Salem\n\n\n---\n\n\nVeretu opened his wings up slightly, exposing a few of his features as the two spoke. He seemed to be more observing at the moment rather then outright speaking. All seemed fairly well...seemed to be a normal greeting. He could handle a normal greeting. His wings opened slightly more as he was preparing himself to actually greet this person. But then he heard a voice behind him and that sent his wings to shut as he moved away. Not quite out of sheer fear, but from remembering the last time he encountered demons that were not salem and how that ended....weirdly. \n\nSalem meanwhile was completely absorbed by the people not giving him nearly enough attention when he suddenly felt a jerk on his tail. His tail of all things. He spun around and hissed given that he was the perfect size for punting this probably was not nearly as intimidating as he would have wished it to be. Soon he saw the demon responsible for it and sat down smoothing down his fur. As if no such thing happened.\n\nVeretu seemed to be back to where he was originally with his wings hiding him. He soon found himself blinking though when he felt a warm gentle touch. His head tilted as slowly the wings opened enough to reveal some of his features. \"I was....taken off guard\" Slowly his wings opened up more until they folded neatly on his back. He gave the woman a glance and went to open his mouth only to be interrupted. \"Im Salem thats veretu...princess over there wants to learn or something. I Dunno\" He then went back to cleaning his fur as veretu sent him a deep dagger glare. \n\nWith an exhale Veretu shrugs. \"Sorry about the ball of fur....I do wish to learn how to use my abilities....so i can send that back\" He featured at Salem who gave an innocent look.", "username": "BlackPanther", "char_name": "Veretu Olend" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\n\"Ah yes, because you know all so much about it too, mister I'm-a-Nox-mageblood-but-I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing-either,\" she sighed, rolling her eyes at Athalus some. Men and their trying to best one another, she sighed as the rest of them hurried together some and started to move away from their fights and to what was hopefully the exist.\n \nHelena looked over at Darell, tilting her head some for a moment. \"What are we, fodder?\" she asked, sounding annoyed, but she went into motion to do as she was asked. Because she wanted to get out of here. She wanted to live. And she'd deal with being bossed about by someone who she didn't like, wasn't fully sure that she trusted, but had so far been the most helpful of the group if it meant that she would make it to the surface again. \n\n\"Hey! Ugly!\" she called to the masked man, coming closer to him even though every part of her being wanted to run the other way just then. \"Why don't you take that manic laugh down a notch there and let's talk about this whole...taking over the Nox thing. Yeah?\"", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "---\n\n\n\nAt the Twilight College, Elise heard the question from the dwarf, who introduced herself as Val. \"M-My n-name i-is E-Elise N-Nina P-Petra-C-Cander. I-I'm h-here t-to t-train m-my m-magic s-so I-I c-can m-make m-my a-aunt p-proud o-of m-me,\" Elise stuttered, with a bit of nervous to her voice but she shook Val's hand. She's needs a bit of time to get to know the people in the Twilight College to be slightly more confident. She had a gentle smile on her face, even though she had some things on her mind.\n\nElise heard a voice behind her, it was a bit stranger than the normal voices. She looked towards it and noticed it has two red eyes staring down at the kitty cat. She had a shiver down her spine, and she started to breath in heavily. She heard Val say its name as Zaad. She walked a bit backwards from where she was, since she was now facing whatever that was. She had a worried look on her face. \"I-I h-have n-no i-idea w-what's g-going on…,\" Elise thought to herself, with fear in her face mostly because of the red piercing eyes.\n\nElise was relieved when Zaad left as soon as it appeared. She was still breathing heavily though, she was a bit shaken than normal. She heard the name of the black cat and the guy who hides with beautiful draconic wings. \"S-Salem i-is a-a b-beautiful n-name f-for a-a k-kitten. N-Nice t-to m-meet y-you V-Veretu,\" Elise said, shaking and breathing heavily. She had much to learn about the world since she was completely naive about what had just happened, all what Val said went over her head. She had a small smile even though she was visibly shaken by what she saw.", "username": "Landaus Five-One", "char_name": "The Cander Village" } ]

[ { "text": "Leith Calder\n\nLeith had been quiet for most of the ride back to the college. He had a lot to think about from the encounter with the people who tried to steal the box. So many things he could have done differently, or better. Maybe he could have prevented the warehouse from burning had he done something different. Leith sighed as he stared out the window. At least they got the box back. \n\nAt some point, Leith dozed off. His head snapped up when the driver called out. He rubbed the bleariness out of his eyes and the drool off his cheek, and the window. He glanced at the other occupants of the carriage, hoping that nobody saw his awakening. He gathered what he had in the carriage and hopped out after Lyn. \n\n\"Not growing old on us, are you? Leith asked with a playful smile before he winced at his own soreness. He rubbed at his sore neck before continuing. \"Don't worry though, I think I'm in the same boat. Remind me not to sleep against the window like that again.\" \n\n\"The college is really something, huh? So, can you show me around? I'm really curious about everything.\" \n\nLeith turned to the new addition to the group, Henri, and smiled. \n\n\"That it is. Where else is there such a large gathering of mages? Before you can see all of it, though, you'll have to tag along with us. You helped us on our mission, and you've got to get set up as a student. Lucky for you, you only need to see one person for both. That's not too bad, though.\" He nudged Lyn playfully. \"You can help keep Lyn here warm.\" He said to tease the hybrid. \"Some of the corridors can get quite drafty.\" \n\nDuring the ride back to the college, he had noticed Lyn huddle up with the newcomer for warmth.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Alaira Taenn\n\nAlaira crossed her arms and laughed a bit, turning her gaze toward the window she'd just tumbled through, then down to her arm. She looked over her hand for a moment, letting a few sparks dance between her fingertips. \"Heh, I suppose so. Quite the rogue's gallery here.\" Indeed, she'd never seen such a collection of... shall we say colorful individuals. Not that she was without her own eccentricities. \"So, you're a student yourself, yeah? Or just a run of the mill scholar?\" Most of the students were here to master magics of course, but from what she could tell occasionally the college took in people of a more... mundane persuasion that wished to learn. \n\nHowever, she soon felt a light ache in her head. She wasn't sure what, but she felt like something was... wrong, and that it involved Lyn somehow. A momentary disturbance. She shook it off. Probably nothing. \"Anyway, I suppose I should take my leave soon. Got things to take care of.\" She said, sighing a bit wistfully.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Grey Onyx\n\nThe guard sat at his post in the bailey, stretching and yawning as he kept watch. Being a bodyguard for wizards could be a surprisingly boring job, at times. Or perhaps, it was more accurate to say that it wasn't much different than usual. Save now he worked on a salary rather than a contract. Still, he supposed quiet boredom was much easier to stomach than demonic incursions or zombie invasions. That talking axe he had had been rather quiet of late as well. He supposed Tyrfing was not immune to boredom itself, and had gone dormant. He'd tried to learn more about it, but... it was beyond the scope of his worldy experience, and he wasn't really keen on telling the rest of the staff about it. He felt like he should hang onto it, and he was worried it might be confiscated. \n\nHe idly tapped at his eyepatch. He'd considered getting a glass eye instead, but he wasn't sure if that would just make him scarier. Being intimidating was nice in combat at all, but it would also be nice to look a bit less like the villain in a children's fable to those under his protection. Perhaps he should wear brighter clothing? His musings were interrupted by the sight of a carriage coming in, branded with college insignias. Perhaps it was returning students? He'd heard there'd been a few excursions lately. He rose, waving to the gate guards to let them know he was handling it.\n\n\"Hail!\" He said, waving as he approached. When students came pouring out, he was proven right. He recognized two of them, Leith and the Naga's hybrid daughter. The third one though, he wasn't so sure. He supposed it would be best to address Leith, he was hardly familiar with the other two. Especially as the other... contorts so. \"Welcome home, sorry to intrude.\" He stated, nodding to the other two. \"Is there wounded to be attended to, cargo unloaded, messages to be relayed? Or anything else I may assist you with?\" He preferred to skip straight to the point, most of the time.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "Leith Calder\n\nLeith looked over to Grey when he called out to the group and waved to the guardsman.\n\n\"Hello! You're not intruding at all.\"\n\nAs Grey fired off a flurry of questions, Leith chuckled.\n\n\"Feeling a bit restless, are we?\" He cocked his head to the side as he thought of answers to Grey's questions. \n\n\"No wounds this time.\" Leith ran a hand along the scar on his cheek as he thought to his last mission. \"There isn't anything too pressing to be unloaded, but there is something you can do, though. You can go let Lucilia know that we've returned from Djarkel, and that we have acquired a new student along the way.\" He gestured to Henri.\n\nHe looked back to the college and sighed. \"It's good to be back. I know it was only a few weeks, but it's felt like years.\" He looked to the others. \"Does anyone else get that feeling sometimes?\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" } ]

[ { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\n\nHelena glanced up from her work, looking at Aramir for a moment as she tried to refresh her brain of what she'd just said. \"Oh I don't know about that,\" she replied with a little laugh, closing her little sketchbook around the charcoal she had in there. \"I'm not all that good. I mostly just do it as an outlet. I'm sure there's loads of other people already living here who draw and paint a lot better than me.\"\n\nShe pushed her glasses up her nose some and looked around at her carriage mates with a small smile. \"You all must be from some very small places,\" she said with a laugh. Even though she too was a little awed at the place.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Alaira Taenn & Danica Ruzicka & Grey Onyx\n\nAlaira glanced out the skylight with that prideful smirk of hers as the carriage rolled on. Ever since her 'operation', the woman had seemed... happier, though the difference was more pronounced to those close to her. The trauma she had experienced was not forgotten, but with the scars healed she seemed to finally be moving past it. She was more like the boisterous show-off of old, but tempered by the lessons she's learned. She wore simple clothing much like Athalus beside her, but in her case they were simply what she tended to wear outside of her armor. A simple set of trousers and a sleeveless tunic. She also wore a short sword on her hip, as she couldn't really justify a ten-foot spear as a weapon of self defense. \n\nShe heard Lyn speak, followed by Henri's answer, her smile becoming a frown. She kicked at the bench Henri sat on directly across from her, her foot thumping at the wood paneling just below his groin. \"Behave.\" She muttered coldly as she looked out the skylight again, her point made. Some things didn't change. After Athalus was finished with his little spiel, she thumbed towards him over her shoulder. \"What he said. You don't have to like the damn nobles, just shut up and mutter a pleasantry or two.\" She idly glanced over to the woman seated across from Aramir. \n\nDanica, however, was very much unlike her usual self. She was dressed in her 'hunting' leathers, all sorts of bandoliers and belt pouches apparently empty (Though, Athalus could tell that many of her weapons were simply hidden). She had her mask on as per usual along with her hat, pulled down low. She sat in the corner with her cloak pulled tight around, like a child trying to hide. \"It's... It's a lovely city.\" She said nervously, glancing out the window. \"I have not been here in some time.\"\n\nHer behavior was especially strange to anyone that had even met her for a moment. Simply put, she never seems to shut up about Billant, and for whatever reason she's conspicuously quiet at the biggest festival celebrating her goddess in all the land. She looked up to the snow elf, the subtle movement of her face mask implying a smile. \"The music was always my favorite part.\" she added, with a very light chuckle. \n\nFor Grey however, things were far less interesting. He didn't have the luxury of conversation from his position atop the carriage. Unlike most he was allowed to carry his weapons, given his position as a bodyguard. That didn't extend to his armor however, as he was expected to wear his fancy dress uniform. He looked around, occasionally smiling or waving. As much as he wanted to relax though, the last time he was at any kind of festivities he got into a fist-fight with a demon fifty times his size, so it was best to remain alert.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Leith Calder\n\nLeith went whiter than usual when Henri told him that Lyn had run. All the things that could happen to her ran through his mind. Yes, while she was no longer a child, she still had very little life experience outside of the college, and in a city like Shimmerston, even though it had prettied up for the festival, it still had some pretty dark parts. He realized that if Keri saw or heard about Lyn running away she would have gone after the her unless someone else had. While he still worried about Lyn, it was less so.\n\nAs Henri explained what was going on in the exact opposite way that Leith had asked, a crowd of children had gathered around, awed by Henri's knife skills. They clapped and cheered once he had finished twirling his knife. They quickly dispersed with giggles and screams once Henri started flirting with Helena.\n\nLeith rubbed his face with a hand. Even though Henri had done the opposite of what Leith wanted, he got a good enough idea of what was going on. He chuckled as something that Henri said registered. \"I think Althalus will get a good laugh out of being called an it, but in my honest opinion, I really believe that no one at this college is threatening you near as seriously as you think they are, except maybe Tyrael, but Tyrael threatens everyone. None of who you mentioned would actually do harm to the person who saved Lyn's life. It would destroy her. I actually didn't overhear what was going on in the carriage, which was why I asked, but you have given me enough information for me to say-\"\n\n\"Excuse me, Henri. If you do not mind, I would like to pull you away for a moment and speak in private. There is something important I would like to discuss.\" \n\nSsarak had approached the three of them. Leith had been too busy talking to Henri to notice the Esyire walk up to them.\n\n\"Ah, perfect!\" Leith said with a smile. \"A better mediator than I ever could be.\" He bowed his head to Ssarak. \"I'll leave Henri to you and head back to the others.\" With that said Leith went back to the group. \n\n\"So, I don't think that Henri actually knows you're Lyn's father.\" Leith said to Althalus as he approached him, a smile on his face. \n\nAlthalus would feel something wet on his sleeve. Water mixed with mud for visibility scrawled out a message. Keep a close eye on your hand. The shapeshifter is The Eternal Hunger's sister. Once Althalus had read the message, the water-mud writing wicked away, leaving his sleeve dry and unstained. Leith chuckled nervously. \"He called you a goon, too, I think.\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "(dbl post)", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Uicle\n\nGrumbling curses(most of the directed at Aarem), Uicle picked himself out of the splinters that had been a chair only moments before, selecting students to follow him on his own tour. As he began to lead the group out, Greg trotting beside him, he introduced himself. \"I'm Uicle, teacher of Necromancy in the College. You'll notice three things about me, early on. One: I'm always carrying this staff.\" He held up his staff to emphasize his point. \"Two, I have the worst luck in the history of Tien. Three, I wear my armor all the time. Don't ask about the first and get used to the second, and we'll get along fine. As for the third, I assure you it's not by personal choice, and the less you know the better.\" Which was an understatement, really. Aarem might decide to make a curious individual's life miserable. Maybe not as long as he had Uicle's, but long enough that Uicle would know it wasn't casual bad luck, and know that he caused it. Which was irritating, to say the least. Greg gave an impatient sounding metallic bark, drawing Uicle's attention to him. Chuckling, he added, \"And this is Greg, who is with me most of the time, when he's not causing mischief for the rest of the College.\" Greg looked unabashed by the accusation. In fact, some might say he was proud.\n\n\"Well, follow me then. First stop is the Forge. A piece of advice, don't touch anything unless Tyrael, the Demonomancy teacher, says you can.\" On the way to the Forge, Uicle's words about his luck proved true. A small piece of the walls came loose, hitting him on the shoulder. When he tried to open the door to the forge, the handle came straight off, and as soon as he walked in, a hammer flew from a smith's hand and struck him in the face. To the students, Uicle said, \"I did warn you about my luck.\" He continued cursing Aarem mentally, and waited with weary resignation for the next mishap.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Uicle" }, { "text": "Aruna listened to Ssarak's description with eager ears. It was rare that she ever got to speak to an Esyire that was not hostile. This was the first she was hearing of any real specifics about her ancestral home. She smiled a bit and imagined it. A city of black rock, rising out of the ever shifting sand. She saw Esyires of all colors and clans in the city.\n*I bet with all that black, I'd blend in perfectly*\nThen Ssarak asked about her origin, And her smile faltered. She debated whether or not she should lie. Just tell him a fabricated truth. But her conscience wouldn't let her. Ssarak had told her his story, so she should tell himhrs... Or at least part of it.\n\"I was born in a small village called Lothring. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father thought I was an abomination to be destroyed... My mother's family considers me the reason for her death and only kept me barely alive until I was old enough to walk, talk, and think with any clarity, then they thrust me into the wilds. I've lived on my own for my entire life, on the edge of the scorchlands, fending off attackers. I heard of this place through gossip of farmers, and decided to find out if I had any magical aptitude that could help me in my... Endeavors. As for my conception...\"\nShe gives him a grin.\n\"I never really wanted to know any details.\"\nThe gargoyle let's out a gravely chuckle.", "username": "Toxic Diamond", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Mei watched as Leith did his trick with the water droplet.**\"So big...\"**Mei was entranced at his display, as small as it was, and blinked when the water suddenly dispersed. Mei clapped a little at the show.**\"My my, that is interesting indeed. As for me, well.... I don't really know...\"**Mei rubbed the back of her head as though doing so would somehow give her an idea of what she should say. She had none.**\"I mean... I think I have mage blood, but I never used it before. I don't really know what I can do with it. I was sort of hoping that the college would help me figure that out.\"**But Meirin couldn't hide her smile when Leith made a joke about her sleeping habits. It's not a proud thing about her, but she would humor the man for now.**\"I've been known to fall asleep in the oddest of places and positions. Back at my home, they found me asleep while I was hanging onto a tree branch with just my hands. Sleeping while standing isn't difficult for me. Wake me up on the other hand...\"**Mei trailed off that sentence with a bit of laughter.\n\n**\"I think we should follow one of the teachers, no? I'm sure we can still talk while taking the tour.\"**Being the aggressor this time, Mei grabbed Leith's hand and began to chase after one of the teachers. She soon found herself in a group of students outside a forge. This brought back memories of the one back home, though theirs was much smaller and more in the open. She heard some clamoring ahead of her, but there was so many students in the way that she couldn't see anything.**\"Did something happen? Are you okay?\"**", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Tyrael Marchosias\n\n**\"Yes... Let us not waste any more time here. Come along, both of you. And try to keep your eccentricities in check.\"**Shifting the weight of the elf in his arms, Tyrael lead the group back to the college gates. He barked out his orders and the gates opened once again, allowing them entry, but also closed shut once everyone came in.**\"Now than, would you please explain who-\"**But just as Tyrael was about to interrogate the new comers, one of his thralls arrived and whispered something into his ears. \"-- ..- .... --..-- / -.-- --- .... / -. --- .-. -.. .. .... -- / -. . ..-. .. / .... .. -.. --- .... .-. .. - --..-- / .--. --- -.. / . -.-. -.-. / -.. -. .. / .--. --- -.. ... -. .. .... -- / . .... .. / .--. --- -- .- / -... .... .. -... . .... ..- .-. -.- / -.. -. .. ..- .... / .-.. .. . -.. -- .-.-.- / --.. .. / - -.-- / .-. -.-- -.. / -. . ..-. .. / .. .-. -.-- --- -.- -. / .-.. .. .-. / -.. -.-- / ... . .... ..-. .. / -.. -. .. / -- . ... .... .. - / .--. .. .. .-- .-.-.-\" Tyrael groaned. Another problem to deal with. He gave the elf to his demon and pulled his face close to his own.**\"Bring the elf to the infirmary. Alive.\"**There was a heavy dose of anger and hostility in his voice just short of outright yelling, which was a sudden change from his more monotonous and apathetic tone speaking towards the others. Once the whelp left, Karnage looked to the others.**\"Mar, I am afraid that something has come up. I know that it is not your responsibility, but I would be grateful if you take these people to another teacher. I think three are leading a tour right now. And now... I must go.\"**Tyrael turned away and walked off, disappearing around the corner.\n\nLucilia Riovas\n\nLucilia had spent much of her time touring the alchemical gardens, showing off the various species of plants to the up coming students. She went over things such as which were best for nursing a cold, which provided warmth during a hot day, what made for the best insect repellant, which one could be made into an acid to eat through steel, what would help restore ones energy, and what made the hottest spice for stew. She would have gone on and on, if she didn't spy a familiar face in the distance. It was Colette, the vampire. She was being escorted by a guard, which meant that something must have happened. If Lucilia's hunch was right, Colette was feeling a bit... Thirsty.**\"Alright everyone, we will be moving onto the next area, the Whisper Mist Grove. Just follow the path there and I will meet up with you soon. Behave yourselves now.\"**As the students dutifully went in the direction Lucilia had told them, she met up with Colette.\n\nOnce there, she dismissed the guard to speak with the younger vampire herself. Lucilia figured that Colette came to her because she was still thirsty for blood. She figured that this would be a common problem, even if she managed to get Colette out of her blood starved state. Old habits die hard she guessed. Lucilia took out a small vial of the Marrow Draught and held it out to Colette.**\"I'm glad that you took the time to seek me out, Colette. Still thirsty, yes? Drink a little of this than, and you should be well off for the next few hours.\"**\n\nAnnabeth Gulch\n\nFollowing Uicle towards the forge, the unfortunate teacher went through some bad luck on the way in. Annabeth witness first hand as part of the wall fall onto the teacher's shoulder, as he broke the door handle, and as a hammer beaned him in the face. That last one really surprised her.**\"Is... Is that something that normally happens? Flying hammers?\"**After the rhetoric, Annabeth did notice something else that might be of immediate concern. It came in the form of a large hammer that was held onto a beam on above them with nails. Problem was that the nails looked dangerously bent. Sure enough as soon as Uicle was near enough, the hammer slid off the nails. Annabeth reacted faster than she could speak or think, and the first thing she did was push Uicle out of the way of the falling hammer with all her might. Little did she know, she also pushed him right towards on of the workers holding a box of ornate steel daggers.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Lucilia Riovas, Master Herbamancy Professor (College Title), Owner of Scarlet Traveler (Trade Caravan & Occupation Title), Sanguine Rose (Alias in Vampire society)" } ]

[ { "text": "**Leith Calder**\n\nLeith stared at Ssarak in confusion as the Esyire back-pedalled away. It took him a few seconds for Ssarak's words to sink into his sleep-deprived head, and when they did, his eyes opened wide. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he could speak.\n\n\"Wha- no. That's not what being roommates means at all-well, most of the time, that is. It's only like the way you say it is if the roommates are opposite gender, or the same, sometimes, but-\" Leith dropped his bag by the smaller bed, sat on the bed, and sighed loudly. He put his elbows on his knees and rubbed his eyes. \"I'm explaining this terribly, aren't I? It only becomes intimate if the roommates make it that way, but having a roommate of the opposite gender can have intimate connotations; even if there is nothing there.\"\n\nHe looked at Ssarak and smiled. \"Just to allay your fears, I'm not looking for a relationship either, more-so with men, not exactly my kind of thing. Anyway, I*really*don't want to search for another room,\" he said with a dry smile. He was completely willing to go find another room, but he thought a joke might make the mood a bit lighter. \"So how about we become roommates?\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Tyrael Marchosias\n\nTyrael began to drag the man further and further into the forest. The man had dark skin, bald, and very scarred. Blood mattered his face, likely from Tyrael since his fists were red as well. Once they were a sufficient distance away, Tyrael tossed the man against a tree and took out one of his daggers from the Inferno. He had the blade heated from the Inferno so when Tyrael cut into the man, it would burn the wound so he wouldn't bleed out. He'd still die... Eventually. But Tyrael had some questions to ask.\n\nBy the time the man had awoken, Tyrael had gutted him from groin to sternum. He was slowly, inch by inch, putting his intestines out from his body. While the man was very much alive and conscience. The man screamed for a while, but Tyrael paid him no mind as he continued to pull out the man's guts. Once the man began to stop screaming, Tyrael started asking questions.**\"Where is he? Elysion.\"**\n\nThe man began to breath heavily, though it was muffled by the squelching sounds of his guts being pulled out of his body. He shuddered every time Tyrael tugged on a tight intestine. When the man didn't answer, Tyrael slid his hand into the man's body and poked his lung.**\"Where is Arrun Kamfer?\"**The man began to hyperventilate, but he also began to talk. \"I don't know I don't know! Why are you doing this!? I don't know what you're talking about!\" Tyrael kept pulling the man's guts out, seemingly uncaring about what the man said.**\"You know, they say that a human's body has a mile's worth of intestine int heir body. I do not know the exact number myself. But I imagine that if you do not tell me where Elysion is, I will be able to discover the truth soon enough.\"**The man began to scream for help, but no one would hear him. They were far from the college now, just as Tyrael intended.\n\nAfter some time, Tyrael had a small pile of intestines next to him, enough that he could throw it over the College wall and use it to rappel his way up.**\"Elysion. Formerly called Arrun Kamfer. Demonmancer. Cult leader. Formerly a unassuming candle maker. Your employer. Three days ago he vanished from his shop. Between those days and now, over fifty people have been killed 'In the name of Salvation'. You have been caught attempting to murder one of my chefs. Need I explain more, or shall I see what your entrails will tell me?\"**Tyrael wrapped the man's intestines around his hand and made a quick jerk, causing blood and fat to roll down his arm. The man continued to scream, but his throat had gone so dry and hoarse that Tyrael was somewhat concerned that the man wouldn't be able to answer. No matter, there was some time before the opening ceremony, and if the man wouldn't give him anything useful he'd just hand him off to one of his demons to get the man to start talking.\n\nAs Tyrael began to coil the man's intestine into more manageable sizes, the man spoke up. \"He... Elysion... Has seen his coming... It will not... Be long...***Kudd...***\" And with that, the man had finally died. Tyrael's eyes grew wide at the man's last words. Tyrael left the body behind as he went back out to the college. Once there, his mind was lost in thought. He went over many things in his head, information about demons, the current state of the Inferno, and occasionally the open ceremony. Along the way he bumped into a student absentmindedly.**\"I apologize, I was not... Wait a moment. You are Lucilia's guest, are you not?\"**The hulking demon had run into Colette the vampire.\n\nAnnabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth watched with amusement as the unfortunate teacher continued to stumble through one unfortunate accident after another. She felt a little bit guilty at his bad luck, but it was still entertaining. She made sure to be extra careful however, as she was unsure if his bad luck would affect her somehow. Though after looking around, she noticed that Uicle's luck might be worse than just what's happening to him. Slowly she saw that many students were beginning to leave him one-by-one. Annabeth herself considered doing the same, but she didn't. She felt bad for the unfortunate soul, and it may hurt him emotionally to know that all his \"students\" left him.\n\nOf course, it didn't help that it seemed that the exact scenario just happened. By the time Uicle had finally left the forge, the only students left was Annabeth a a couple that didn't so much follow Uicle as much as they were going in his general direction while they conversed among themselves. Annabeth just faked a smile, trying to make it seem like she was at least trying to pay attention.**\"Well, Sir Uicle.... I suppose that everyone wanted to explore on their own...\"**", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title)" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\n\"Wait, I am confused.\" Ssarak responded, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Nothing these Humans did ever seemed to make sense. Aruna was raised in their culture, and according to her, asking to be a roommate was offensive, but Leith was now telling him otherwise. Their rules seemed selective and variable, and not at all sensible. What Leith said seemed to indicate their rules varied by gender, which he also could not understand. In Ssarak's upbringing, societal differentiation between genders was nearly nonexistent, so the concept did not exist in his mind.\n\n\"So, is there, or is there not a rule among humans regarding sharing rooms? I am relatively new to this land, and I have already offended one person because of rules I do not understand. And what influence does gender have on this; that does not make sense to me. If sharing rooms is acceptable, then I have no issue with you staying, but I would*really*like to understand what is going on here. From my perspective, humans make no sense whatsoever, and have rules that apply only selectively, apparently to my detriment.\" Ssarak explained, staring attentively at the human and awaiting his response.The sooner someone set right his misconceptions about human society, the sooner he would be able to clear up any misunderstandings he had made with others, such as Aruna, so perhaps it was fortunate Leith had came along, even if it did seem as if he was only interested in getting to sleep.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "**Leith Calder**\n\nLeith looked down and ran his hands over his head as he pondered Ssarak's question. He was surprised at how difficult it was to explain something he thought of as simple. When his figured it out, he looked back at Ssarak.\n\n\"There is,\" Leith started slowly as he searched for the right words. \"An unspoken rule when it comes to roommates. It isn't a rule that is set in stone, but it usually known by everyon- Humans, at least. Men don't room with women unless they are,\" he paused, searching for the correct word. \"Together, but there*are*exceptions to this rule. Siblings can share a room. There are other exceptions, but I think that one is good enough. Back to the point, if the man and woman aren't together when they share a room, other people tend to think that they are. From the sounds of it, that girl, Aruna, right? She knew about the rule, and assumed that you were pushing for you two to be.\" Leith coughed nervously. \"Uh, together.\"\n\nLeith chuckled at Ssarak's earlier comment of humans making no sense at all, and after giving his explanation and having lived with a crazy old man in the middle of the woods, he agreed. Feeling that he had explained the situation as best as he could, he decided to start a new topic on a lighter note.\n\n\"So, what brings you to the College?\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak sat down on his bed, staring Leith down as he tried to make sense of what he was saying. By the end of his explanation, Ssarak found himself...somewhat understanding the situation. It all still seemed counterintuitive to him, and Aruna's reaction still did not seem entirely logical. He had indicated quite clearly that he was not familiar with Human culture, so why would she expect him to understand their social rules? It did not seem to make sense, though from his brief glimpse into her past from what she told him, he had gathered that she was a slightly paranoid individual. Perhaps that played a role in her anger. Regardless, Ssarak sighed and leaned back against the wall on his bed, resigning himself to simply accepting the situation, as there was little he could do to change it at the moment.\n\n\"The same thing that draws most here, I suspect.\" Ssarak finally answered. \"I wish to learn more about my blood, about psychomancy. It was not too long ago that I left my homeland, as you can likely tell. It was two years ago that I left, though I have been mostly alone since then. I worked as a mercenary for a while, but I attempted to keep to myself for the majority of the time, so I did not learn a great deal about interacting with Humans. I suppose I simply want something new in my life, something that does not revolve purely around fighting. I have lived the life of a warrior since I was but a child, and I do not desire to live it any longer.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Uicle\n\nUicle chuckled as the girl called him sir. He was many things, but sir wasn't one of them. Torturer, perhaps. Bastard was one he had been called several times. \"Sir? I'm no Sir. Uicle will do just fine. As for exploration...I suppose they did. I'd best send a few Golems after them to make sure no one gets into trouble that will get them killed.\" He shifted his head to the shadows on a nearby wall and gave them life. Half a dozen or so Golems, their forms vaguely humanoid. They scattered, insubstantial and hugging the walls, one watching each of the students that disappeared. Uicle returned his gaze to Annabeth. \"Seeing as this tour is going nowhere, or at least the few that remain following me are either doing it out of pity or because they've no where else to go, shall I give you your own Golem to help you avoid getting killed while you explore?\" He wasn't sure, but it was doubtful the girl was actually interested in a tour that would serve her only slightly better than exploring the College on her own. Placing his staff on the ground so he could keep an eye on the other students, he leaned on it, waiting for her response. Or tried at least. His staff slipped from beneath him and he went crashing to the ground, muttering a curse.\n\nGreg came trotting out of the Forge, his metal hide gleaming and a sizable piece of scrap metal in between his jaws. \"What did I tell you about begging polishes and stealing scrap metal from the Forge workers?\" Uicle scolded, picking himself up. The dog golem looked decidedly unashamed, settling down to gnaw on his prize. It produced an almost painful sound, and Uicle(now standing) flicked out his staff to rap the dog in the side. \"Stop that.\" Reluctantly, Greg obeyed. A bird came and whispered in Uicle's ear once more. Uicle tilted his head, sifting to see what the bird saw. \"Ah..\" He said softly. Now it made sense. The Naga was getting hostile and making threats. Easily enough to preemptively stop.\n\nWith a mental command, a shadow golem began to follow Mar. It wasn't substantial enough to physically restrain the Naga, but it could distract and harass her long enough for a steel golem to arrive.\n\n*Althalus*\n\nAlthalus tensed when the Ocean Naga drew his trident and set it on the ground. Something was about to go wrong. He could feel it. The strange creature's next words proved his feeling correct.*Oh Gods..*He took a small step backwards. Naga fight well and die hard. Two(at least, he assumed the thing before him with the fins was a Naga. They looked similar enough.) fighting was likely going to get multiple people(himself included) killed. As Mar drew herself up to her full height and the other Naga hissed, he took a much larger step backward, a hand on the shoulder of the Foreas, pulling her backwards. He had seen how curiosity could get them killed. Done it a few times himself, in fact. \"Let's not get between the two of them if things get violent, hmm?\" He said to her, keeping his eyes on the two in front of him, while maintaining a grip on the Foreas's shoulder.\n\nMuch to his relief, the Dwarven Runemaster(He assumed, given her referencing to needing work on Runes,) interfered. Both Naga backed down, and the dwarf ran off, soon followed by the Foreas. Mar was already slithering away. Althalus glanced between her and Xyden, and decided she was the safer of the two. Besides, he had nothing better to do. Wandering the College didn't seem nearly as interesting as following the Naga. As he prepared to walk away, he noticed an albino man(who looked like a vampire but wasn't, given his standing in the sunlight.) staring at him. Althalus raised a hand in greeting, smiling slightly. Turning away and striding after Mar, in the time he took to catch up with her, he noticed a shadow with no cause dart past him and follow a prudent distance from the Naga. \"My my. Someone doesn't trust the Naga after her death threat. Not that I blame them.\" Althalus muttered to himself.\n\nHe sped up, catching up with the Naga and reaching out a hand to touch her shoulder and leaned down to whisper in her ear. \"That was an impressive display of righteous anger and pride, but you seem to have worried someone with connections to a shadow Golem. Don't turn around and look, but you appear to be being followed.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Uicle" }, { "text": "Khan\n\nKhan smiled and bowed his own head in return to her politeness, introducing herself and continuing her rather elegant greeting. He noted the aura of smugness coming off her for some reason but he didn't mind, finding little worry in a harmless thing. Shala seemed humble enough as she casted off his compliments with politeness he would've longed to see in a few of his less than savory students, Alaira and the female Naga for starters. At her comment about merely being a pet, he chuckled lightly with amusement.\n\n\"Everyone starts as something and regardless of the role; in this odd world it all places some needed piece. Even if we can't always see it currently. \" Khan answered before jerking his head up to spot someone, dressed in a grey cloak with fur trimming along the edges, draw near. Feeling rather aware of his kneeing position, the Esyire lifted upwards in time to hear the man reprimand his stone wolf.\n\nWhen the arguement had died, Khan immediately noted several things about the man. One he wore a cloak far too thick for even the ending summer months and seemed to shield his head from the sun's dying light which even wouldn't harm Lucilia or Colette very much. Next came the brief pinkish coloring of the man's eyes. The most obvious sign of being a vampire and clearly a skittish one from his hastiness to be away, something Khan didn't think was wise. Following his instinct the Headmaster called out.\n\n\"She wasn't any trouble and it wasn't my intention to offend you by speaking with her. I can tell you're not a student, Nhane, isn't it? Yet clearly from seeing Shala, I can tell you're a Necromancer. Currently the Opening Feast will begin this evening and I believe you might benefit from meeting our resident Necromancy as well as our Herbamancy teacher, Lucilia. She's a vampire like yourself and one of my trusted staff at Twilight College.\" Khan waited a moment to gage the man's reaction.\n\nHowever he didn't simple remain in place, his eyes noted another man who he mistaken to be another vampire only to note the pale blue eyes and the fact he wasn't hiding his face. His face seemed to have a slightly uncomfortable expression, added to the baggy eyes and weary appearance from lacking sleep made the Headmaster a bit concern. Khan knew those signs well because he often suffered from them in the absence of others. Still within staying within eyesight of Nhane, Khan's long strides cut the distance between the second man and himself in moments. Focusing on other's pain was easier than dealing with his hand, the throbbing edged a little farther to his wrist as he continued to ignore it. The small holes that burrowed pass his tough scales increased their bleeding to start to stain the sleeve of his tunic red, slightly. He inwardly hoped it would end up dying down before he was forced to fix it, the healer Samuel's last lecture and threats to become his babysitter- or worse, ask Lucilia to-hadn't exactly encourage the Esyire to rush to visit the infirmary right away.\n\n\"If you're in pain, I suggest seeing the Healer in the infirmary. Samuel might have something which might help…\" Khan gently suggested to the man, placing a hand upon the shoulder. The Esyire's eyes looked to see if Nhane had still been walking away. Personally the Headmaster had hoped his mention of having a vampire teacher might provoke a need to stay or at least a curiosity.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Khan Avrea Jevarath" }, { "text": "**Leith Calder**\n\nLeith waved back at the man dressed in black and watched as he walked away. As the man got farther away, the buzzing in his Leith's head quieted to it's sleep-deprived buzzing. He frowned in confusion. Why did that man make his head buzz louder than usual. He might just have to go talk with the man and figure out what had caused that, but before he could continue his train of thought, he noticed the headmaster making his way towards him.\n\nSmiling at Khan's question, Leith shook his head. \"I'm not in any pain, thanks for the concern, though. I just have a bad case of insomnia. There's a,\" he paused. He couldn't exactly say that he was hearing a buzzing noise in his head, so he decided to changed his story a little bit. \"Ringing in my ears that I've had for a long time. Sometimes it gets enough that I can't get to sleep. I'll take your advice, though, and go see Samuel. Do you think he would have something to help me sleep? Although, I think I can wait until after the Opening Feast, it sounds like it'll be quite interesting.\"\n\nHe ran a hand over his head as he looked around the courtyard. There were more people here than he would have seen in a month at Rehm's. It was quite the change in scenery, and Leith assumed that that change will be the first of many.*This'll be an interesting experience*", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" } ]

[ { "text": "Meirin's gaze went form her hands to Ssarak when he came over and spoke to her. Despite all that's happened, he looked calm and determined, unlike herself who was mostly shell-shocked and trembling. She didn't really have much to say to counter him, not that she wanted to. She leaned into Ssarak and closed her eyes. Right now all she wanted was to sleep. Her body was so exhausted though, She thought that she would be too tired to sleep. But instead the moment she closed her eyes Meirin fell asleep against Ssarak, the events of today draining all her energy out of her body. It was a dreamless sleep, so no nightmares, but at the same time the black void made cold sweat on her skin.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSomething Leith said before he saw Annabeth caught Ssarak's attention.*\"Xyden attacked Mar?\"*He thought. Mar was certainly a harsh person, and he couldn't claim to be a friend of her, but to outright attack her seemed barbaric, especially with her having a child. Regardless, he did not have time to ask about it before Meirin leaned against him, then seemingly went limp. He grabbed a hold of her quickly to prevent her from falling, then started to look her over. Initially, he was quite concerned about her health and tried to examine her for any injuries. Like most of the college's defenders, she did have minor wounds, but he did not see anything that would cause her to lose consciousness. There were no signs of trauma on her head, and she certainly was not losing enough blood to really matter. Eventually, considering that her breathing and pulse rate were mostly normal, he concluded that she was likely just exhausted, and rightfully so. Ssarak himself was rather fatigued from the extended battle, though not quite to the extent that he would fall asleep on his feet.\n\nSsarak was not just going to leave Meirin asleep in the halls, so he picked her up in his arms to take her up to her room. Before leaving, however, he approached Leith and Annabeth. Certainly, he was glad to see that his friend was alive, but something about her at the moment seemed...off. By the bandages covering her, she had already been to the infirmary, but she seemed to be in a daze. He did not know what it was, but something seemed wrong with her. Ssarak looked to Leith with a concerned expression. \"It seems like Annabeth has been harmed in some way. I do not believe it is a good idea for her to walk around unattended. Please, make sure she receives proper attention, I need to carry Meirin up to her room. She appears to have fallen asleep.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Lucilia Riovas\n\nIt was a tiresome night. Lucilia just managed to dismiss the rabble outside her office to rest for the night, promising that she will listen to their demands the next morning. She actually wanted to rest for that morning, but her duty was never done. Not even now. Word from one of her plants told her that in the Dinning Hall, one of her pupils had just managed to escape the fighting injured. Worried about Colette, Lucilia changed into her bat form and flew towards Colette's room. She came in through an open window and saw Colette laying in bed. Her dress was in tatters, and she had some wounds on her body. The senior vampire sighed.**\"I'm sorry for intruding, Colette. I head that you got hurt during that... Mess in the Dinning Hall. Is there anything I can help you with?\"**Lucilia than took out a injury kit from her robes, as well as a bottle of Marrow Draught. She was certain that Colette was a bit thirsty after all that's happened today. Lucilia sat down next to Colette, taking a small sip from the Marrow Drought herself. She contemplated getting herself a drink at Underhaven, but decided against it. It would probably be under investigation right now since Tyrael made it, no doubt it's pandemonium down there. She had to settle with her own home-made concoction for now.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Lucilia Riovas, Master Herbamancy Professor (College Title), Owner of Scarlet Traveler (Trade Caravan & Occupation Title), Sanguine Rose (Alias in Vampire society)" }, { "text": "Colette\n\n\"I am fine I am just worried about the blood lost I never been so injured before so I don't know if I will be hungry and go into blood lust because of the wounds....I have something to ask you cause before I got to the dining hall....I don't know how I did it but did...I managed to summon a bat to my side\" she sat up wincing as more blood spilt from her healing wounds. \"What did I do there...I am confused....\" she said almost whispering her question and statements", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "Lucilia Riovas\n\nTilting her head Lucilia pondered what Colette meant. Surely by now she should already know what her magebloood is, unless Tyrael was that bad of a teacher.**\"Colette dear, you're a Demonmancer. Your magic involves summoning creatures of the Inferno to your aid. Admittedly a bat demon isn't the strongest I believe, but you've done well to summon anything at your level.\"**Lucilia took it upon herself to dress Colette's wounds. She shouldn't always rely on her vampire regeneration to heal these injuries.**\"Here, drink some of this.\"**Lucilia gave Colette two small vials, one was a Marrow Draught to slate her thirst if she had any, and another was an ether to help her relieve her Blood Sickness.**\"I don't know a lot about Demonmancer, but I believe that the danger you found herself in allowed you to tap into your magics and summon an ally. Lucky for you it was a fairly weak one that you could have controlled. I've seen many students in similar situations who summoned demons too strong for them to control. Usually we're near by to take out the demon before they hurt anyone, but in this instance I'm glad that you managed get out safe and sound.\"**Lucilia applied a poultice onto one of Colette's wounds as she spoke. Lucilia was a bit curious about how Colette was doing now, just to make some conversation.**\"Say Colette, how is your classes anyways?\"**", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Lucilia Riovas, Master Herbamancy Professor (College Title), Owner of Scarlet Traveler (Trade Caravan & Occupation Title), Sanguine Rose (Alias in Vampire society)" }, { "text": "Colette\n\n\"They are fine I guess still confused since this is the first time I ever been to a school since my transformation\" she shuddered thinking about it, her mind always seemed to be on our night and what happened after it like a broken record as she looked up at Lucillia. \"It takes some getting used to as I hear people always say now and days\" she chukcled forcefully as she chugged down the marrow before putting the vial down a part of her sleeve falling off her tattered dress", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "Lucilia Riovas\n\nNodded her head silently Lucilia stepped back and looked at Colette. She seemed to be patched up now, all she needed was some time to rest to allow her wounds to heal back to normal. Her blood and thirst should be slated as well, so Lucilia didn't need to worry about Colette for tonight.**\"That's good advice to listen to. And...\"**Lucilia was quiet again. she debated in her mind if she should warn Colette of what was to come. On one hand, she wants all her students to try to resume their normal, daily activities. But at the same time, life at the college was going to change. Well, everyone would have to know eventually.**\"Colette, I don't want to scare you, but you need to be careful from now on, okay? Due to the attack today, not a lot of people will be trusting demons or demonmancers. The college will be taking measures to make sure nothing like today's attack will happen again, but a few of those people might think that the problem lies within demonmancers. That's not true, but it may be a problem down the road. If you're going to practice, don't do it alone, alright? And always make sure you know what you're going to summon. I don't want you to have to fight off a demon that's too powerful for you.\"**Lucilia's voice was filled with concern for her protege, even though she knew that the girl was more than old enough to take care of herself. Sometimes Lucilia couldn't help but coddle.\n\nAnother thought occurred in her mind. Again, Lucilia debated if she should tell Colette about it, but she figured that she would have the right to know.**\"And Colette, do you have any plans to tomorrow? I can't say for sure I know what's going to happen, but let's assume that there won't be any classes, like today. Do you have anything you're going to do?\"**", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Lucilia Riovas, Master Herbamancy Professor (College Title), Owner of Scarlet Traveler (Trade Caravan & Occupation Title), Sanguine Rose (Alias in Vampire society)" }, { "text": "Colette\n\nColette shook her head. \"I am used to no one trusting me so there isnt much new in that department. But no I dont have any plans...since I really dont have any friends or anything I just stayed in my dorm to study or I just walk around campus enjoying my freedom as much i really can...\" she said looking out the window with a sigh", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "Lucilia Riovas\n\nThat. Sounded. So. Sad. Lucilia had hoped that bringing Colette here would have earned her some friends, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Lucilia wanted to try to get Colette to make friends somehow, but she couldn't just keep holding her hand throughout her life. Lucilia just sighed, hoping that somehow she can think of something that would help.**\"Well... There's something I usually have to do everyone once in a while. As a vampire, I simply wondered if you might be interested in attending. But! It's a bit scary. If you want to come, just find me before nightfall and I'll take you there. If you want to become as strong as me, you may want to consider coming. Just... Just know that once it happens, it will change your life again. For better or for worse. Anyways, enough of that! I have to head back to my office now and straiten some things out. It's going to be a long day... Is there anything you'd like to ask me before I go?\"**", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Lucilia Riovas, Master Herbamancy Professor (College Title), Owner of Scarlet Traveler (Trade Caravan & Occupation Title), Sanguine Rose (Alias in Vampire society)" }, { "text": "Colette\n\n\"No Lucillia...I will see you at nightfall....\"Colette said. \"Oh wait there is oneone...where can I get.a new outfit...I.need aa new outfit since I have nothing else to wear\" she said looking at her tattered dress with a sigh", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "Lucilia Riovas\n\nLucilia smiled as Colette accepted to come with her tomorrow. She laughed when Colette asked where she could get a new dress.**\"Ah, I'll help you out with that first thing next morning. I'll be sending someone over to give you some clothes you can try out. For now, you'll just have to settle with what you have. It's going to be a busy day tomorrow, so I'd suggest you rest up and take it easy.\"**Lucilia walked towards the window and was about to change into her swarm when she turned back towards Colette.**\"You did a good job out there, by the way. Protecting the college and it's people. You might not have a lot of friends right now, but know that we're all grateful for your help. Sleep tight, Colette. I'll see you later.\"**And with that Lucilia transformed into a swarm of bats, heading back to her office to try to get some rest before she had to start working again. She'd also need to find some of the other vampires to prepare for the ritual tomorrow. Aarem expects his dues.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Lucilia Riovas, Master Herbamancy Professor (College Title), Owner of Scarlet Traveler (Trade Caravan & Occupation Title), Sanguine Rose (Alias in Vampire society)" } ]

[ { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth continued to hack and slash at the wooden dummy. While she still found her new handling of the axe to be cumbersome, she was starting to get a feel for it. She somewhat was listening to what Grey was saying, telling her that he was to take a day off after fighting a particularly large demon. She saw plenty of them last night, and the guards who fought them. Most of them are dead. She supposed that the survivors would be too injured to serve, but a quickly glance at Grey showed that, while he still barred scars from last night, he was quite healthy for someone who fought against a large demon as he said. Perhaps his injuries were more than physical? Well, Annabeth wasn't going to pry. She didn't really want to know.\n\nGrey moved the subject back to fighting and mentioned her choice of shields. Grey used a larger shield than her buckler, made of wood and bound by metal. Annabeth's own shield was made entirely out of iron, with some leather backing.**\"I like my buckler. Lighter than most shields I work with, and the way it's designed allows me to parry blades easier. Plus I can do this-\"**As Annabeth finished one attack with her axe, she suddenly jumped towards the straw dummy and slammed her buckler right into it's head. She struck it with so much force that she was able to decapitate the dummy, though attacking it with her axe before hand probably helped.**\"Which to be honest, I have a hard time doing with larger shields. I even tried using a targe once, not too bad, but it's not a buckler.\"**Annabeth sunk her axe into the remains of the straw dummy and walked over to her bag, which contained most of her things including her waterskin.\n\nDrinking and pouring some water over her head, Annabeth looked towards Grey.**\"Why so interested in teaching me? Not that I mind, but I don't want you to think that I'm incapable of handling myself.\"**At least Annabeth wants to think that she can handle herself. Last night proved otherwise, but she doesn't want to dwell on those thoughts.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "**Grey Onyx** \n\nGrey simply shrugged, and explained his own preference for more mid-sized shields.**\"I suppose, though I prefer to fight more defensively. To be honest, If I had to go without my axe or my shield, I'd take my shield. It's not too small to be useful, but not big enough to slow me down, perfect for a body-guard.\"**Grey took a moment to bring the training dummy back up, and struck it in the 'stomach,' followed by a chop to the neck.**\"Hell, if you use it right you can knock the fight right out of most of the unruly bastards you'd fight in my line of work.\"**With that he kicked it back down, grabbing Annabeth's axe and pulling it free as it fell. He offered it to her.**\"Still, nothing wrong with that buckler of yours. Any weapon's as good as any other provided you have the training. It's awfully cliche, but the only thing that matters is the one holding it. Least, that's what my uncle always said.\"**\n\nWhen she asked him his reasons, he was a bit flustered. he had no idea of her true capabilities, but he certainly wouldn't call her defenseless.**\"N-no, not at all Ma'am. I just...\"**He took a seat on a nearby bench, and sighed.**\"I saw a lot of men die last night. I was pre-occupied with the one fight for most of the incident, but I had to fight my way down there, and I saw things. Corpses littered the halls, and I'd seen the demons they had fought, they weren't much tougher than the average soldier. How many people would have lived if they had a little more training? If they were just a bit stronger? I was always told I was a prodigy back home, a real warrior savant. But did I share any of my skill? No, the thought never crossed my mind.\"**He was silent for a moment. He knew it was stupid to blame himself for anything that happened last night, but to bear the weight of all the violence that surrounded him was his way.\n\n**\"So what if you lose to something that was only a little bit stronger than you? Maybe that little trick I just taught you is enough to tip the scales? Maybe that small amount of time you save pulling the axe out saves your life? I just try to keep all the people I can safe, it's why I came here in the first place. And the way I see it, If that trick saves your life, I'm doing my job. So, I guess you can say I just want to help out.\"**That was more or less all he really wanted to do. He certainly couldn't end evil forever or instill peace between all the various factions, but he'd do all he could.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "Leith opened the door to his room. He had known that he wouldn't be able to get to sleep after the events of the night before, so he just wandered around the college, helping where he could. He was both mentally and physically exhausted, and yet he knew that he still wouldn't be able to sleep. He would probably go see Sam later in the night for something to help him sleep. When everything had calmed down more-so than it was at the moment. He only came back to the room to drop off his gauntlet and the sword that he had acquired early in the battle, as well as change into some fresh clothing\n\nHe had shuffled his way to his bed and deposited his sword on it before he noticed the hole in the wall and Ssarak and Meirin Standing there. He stared at them for a few moments before he realized what was wrong with the scene. Leith shook his head to clear it and chuckled. \"Well this is a surprise. Did one of you fight a demon in here?\"\n\n___________________________________________________________________\n\nDarius woke up with a start. He was covered in bandages and he was in an unfamiliar environment. He sat up in the bed quickly and immediately regretted it. His arms and legs started burning and his head started throbbing horribly. It had felt like he had been drinking the entire night before. It took him a lot of effort to not vomit at that moment.\n\nHe looked around the room and saw that it was full with injured people. Some were wailing in pain while others were either unconscious or dead. Darius saw no one from his detail in the room. That could be either a good thing or a bad thing. With a grunt of effort, pulled the covers off and swung his legs over the bed, ignoring the pain that doing so had caused. He located his robes and pulled himself off the bed.\n\nHis legs failed to hold him upright for long and he collapsed onto the ground. A woman walked towards him to help him up but he waved her off. \"Leave me! I do not need help,\" he growled between laboured breaths. He slowly pulled himself up the wall and walked towards where his robes were, using the wall as support. When he grabbed his robes, he started the slow process of putting them back on.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Quietly nodding her head, Meirin was going to lead the two out of the room when Leith showed up. He didn't seem to have rested last night, which worried Meirin a bit. She did crack a smile when he asked about the wall.**\"Not exactly. Let's just say that I'm not partial to using doors. Anyways, me and Ssarak are going to go out and try to help the college with repairs. You look... Tired. Should we drop you off at the Infirmary first?\"**Meirin remembered Leith's help last night. He was a great assist when she and Lyris fought against the Black Knight, and things might have turned out worse if Leith wasn't there to stop the demon from whatever it was he tried to do as well as taking on the flying sword. So now she was worried that Leith wasn't recovering from the aftermath; it looked like he stayed up the whole night, which he probably did. That wouldn't do anything good for his health or his mind. But she could understand why he couldn't simply rest. Frankly she was surprised that she was able to sleep herself, but that was mostly from finally giving into the pain and blacking out rather than simply being exhausted.**\"I think we should go to the Infirmary first, make sure Leith and our friends are okay.\"**", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\n\"Agreed. Leith, if you wish to recover fully from yesterday's events, you will need rest. Even if you do not feel it completely necessary to visit the infirmary, you should at the very least get some rest here to speed along your recovery.\" Ssarak recommended. Going through his mind was a list of his friends and acquaintances and the last places he remembered seeing them. Other than Leith and Meirin, He had not seen many of the others he had fought alongside in the dining hall. Devan, Jenna, Auriel, and Haklo were all alive the last time he saw them, but anything could have happened when they split off to secure the college. Sure, they did have the advantage in their counterattack, but it had still been a dangerous task. There were also other, less combat-capable students he knew that he had not seen since before the attack. Then there was Annabeth, who he remembered being in a questionable state the night before. Leith was the last one to see her, so Ssarak reasoned he would have more up-to-date information on her health.\n\n\"Leith, do you know what happened to Annabeth after I left? I remember she was wounded and in a daze; were you able to ensure she sought proper medical attention?\" He asked.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Leith scratched his temple with his left hand as he answered Ssarak's question. \"Yes, I was able to get someone to look after her. She really seemed out of it, didn't she?\" He put his right hand under his armpit as he attempted to remove his gauntlet.\n\n\"Actually, I think I saw her this morning. She was carrying an axe and a shield, so maybe she was going to go to the gym. And as for getting some rest. I've still got a day or two left in me. One of the upsides of having insomnia. I won't be able to sleep right now, not after last night. I was going to go pick up something to help me sleep later- why isn't this coming off?\"\n\nThe entire time that he had been talking, he had been trying to remove his gauntlet. He lifted his gauntlet up to examine it.\"It didn't fuse- ah, it did.\" The gauntlet had fused to his arm. For all intents and purposes, it*was*his hand for now. An absurdly large and extremely strong hand.\n\n\"I guess i should have taken it off when I was done with it. Oh well. Anyway, you were going to the infirmary, right? I'll be right behind you, I'm just going to change into something that isn't as cut up as this is.\" He gestured to his clothing, which had several tears and cuts in it, as well as some dried blood.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" } ]

[ { "text": "**Cynn Ellime**\n\nCynn was in the dining hall.\n\nShe was sitting in her usual place; the second table from the front right corner. The room was its normal, clean self, with empty tables accompanied by equally empty benches. Next to her sat a rock about as tall as she was and twice as wide. It had crushed part of the bench she sat on. The young elf regarded it with some interest, and as she sat there staring at it she saw a face in it. She couldn't recognize the face, no matter how hard she tried, but it was bleeding from its forehead. She heard a voice, neither male nor female, tell it to put it back where it belonged, and suddenly she was facing a wall several meters away. The wall had a large hole in it, through which Cynn could see fire and hear screams. She figured it would be wrong not to return this obviously hurt rock to its original position and that no harm would be done by keeping all that destruction out of the pristine room.\n\nShe turned back to the rock and raised her hand, palm upwards. The rock reacted by removing itself from the ground. Cynn then moved her hand over to the hole in the wall and pushed forward, willing the rock into the space there. The hurt face stopped bleeding and smiled as it sank into its place, then disappeared altogether. The bench Cynn sat upon was no longer broken and splintered at one end, and the wall showed no signs of having ever been broken.\n\nCynn decided to start writing. She set out her blank books and the scrolls she had brought to transcribe. As she began to move the pen, she felt herself getting into the groove of what she was doing. On one hand, you had the information and the story in the scrolls, while on the other you had a pattern of transcription that was almost rhythmic. It lulled the girl into a trance, so it surprised her when she looked down and saw her rapier in her hand, in her pen's stead. It was just as small as the pen had been, but it was most definitely her rapier. She shook it a few times, as if to get the ink to flow again, and a few drops of blood came to the tip. Upon inspecting what she had already written, Cynn found that the words were a matching shade of red. Realizing that the blood would soon run out, she attempted to make due with what she had. Eventually, a small circle of blood appeared on her forearm, and she dipped the tip of the pen in it to replenish her supply of ink. Continuing to write, it wasn't until the elf had finished transcribing the second scroll that she noticed the girl sitting in front of her.\n\nShe jumped and almost fell off the bench. How long had this girl been here? When Cynn recovered, she took a closer look at this girl. She was very good looking. Cynn never thought she'd be thinking that about someone right off the bat, but...this girl was stunning. She had dark red hair that came down to the base of her neck, and a very flattering figure. She had taken a great interest in watching Cynn work, as if it were her favorite sport. Cynn began to feel intimidated by her.\n\nSuddenly the woman's interested look was replaced by one of fright. It dawned on Cynn that this new girl was dressed like a nurse from the infirmary, and sat in a semi-reclined position, as if the bench she was on had some back that the elf couldn't see. This was strange behavior, as the infirmary workers should not be in the dining hall. Their food should have been brought to them, as they needed all the help they could get after the demons had turned against the college.*Odd,*she thought.*When did I get into this cot?*She was still sitting like she had on the bench, hunched over her workplace, but now there only a thin mattress beneath her. Looking back to the wall she had repaired, she found the grey stone walls of the infirmary in its place, a door where the bleeding rock had gone. She sat up, confused, and turned back to the girl across from her. However, the girl was not across from her, but was sitting in a chair diagonally from her, on the left side of the cot she sat in, looking terrified.\n\nWhen she looked at her hands, which had continued moving up until this point, she found no pen-rapier. The inkwell of blood in her arm was covered with a thick cloth wrap. Her books and paper were no where to be found; instead, she saw brilliant white sheets, the same color as her hair, with small imprints where her fingers had traced the words she had been transcribing moments ago. Her eyes were dry, and she realized that they'd been open for several minutes. She realized that she had not blinked once in the dining hall.\n\nStraightening up, Cynn tried to suppress her shocked expression. It didn't really work. \"Um...hi...\" She didn't really know what to say. The red-headed woman's terrified expression continued. \"Um...I'm...I'm Cynn... What...wh-what happened?\"", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "Khan\n\nKhan's body ached.\n\nFrom the tip of his wings to his tail, his whole body felt a shimmering flame of pain nestled deeply within as he exhaled. Slowly he shifted his elbows beside himself and propped himself upright, his head twisted to surveyed the damage. His eyes saddened by the sight which greeted him. Students, staff and more were stretched out all over the place with white robed healers navigating the maze. In the care taker's hands were often an assortment of medical supplies, bandages and salves, or cart pulled in their wake. The wooden wheels click-clacked while it held the current meal of bread and broth, both filling the room with their delicious scents.\n\nKhan settled back into the soft give of his pillows. Curiously, his eyes lowered to examine himself. The odd color eyes took in the white glimpse of bandages wrapped about his chest, freshly changed, and his hands. Gently he lifted his runes one closer to his face as he narrowed his focus upon the mended scarring left behind, bumping through the thin linen wrap.\n\n\"Nice to see you awake.\" A cheerful and familiar voice broke out behind Khan, the large Esyire narrowly avoided jumping out of his scales. His wing however visibly tensed when Sam came walking from the corner of his eye and stood facing him.\n\n\"I've been worse...\" Khan answered, his throat seemed to crackle from the parched sensation.\n\n\"Any worse and we would've lost you.\" Sam said, his hands occupied by a silver tray.\n\nThe spicy and warm aromas had wafted from the large bowl, pale yellow with floating bits of vegetables and chicken chunks, seemed to draw his attention. He couldn't stop the slight silva rush within his mouth when the smells hit his nostrils in greater strength. To display his hidden urges, his middle made a low, needy rumble. A sound that tugged at Khan's awareness as he fought the sheepish grin to crept upon his muzzle. Sam merely let out a cheerful laugh, his hands reached to set the tray into the Headmaster's lap and pulled back to his position. His shoulders relaxed at seeing Khan's health improved but in a moment, uncertainty flickered across his face. Khan's focus narrowed on the brief expression. His eyebrow arched in question yet he knew, deep inside, what mentally Sam had been thinking about. He was debating if he should summon Lucillia shortly.\n\nKhan mentally sighed after he had read Sam so well. \"She's got enough on her plate, Sam. Let me eat and I'll see her myself, I've been laid up long enough.\"\n\nSam nodded and retreated to deal with other patients.\n\n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\n\nMar & Lyn\n\nLyn's light and mirthful giggles appeared to erupt throughout her chubby frame, centered at her belly. Each time Mar's fingers skimmed the soft, new flesh as the infant's limbs pulled in and popped outwards again. Her small cheeks pulled up into a grin letting out another round of melodious sounds. Clear juices dripped down the baby's chin as she chewed her food. Her enjoyment was highlighted by the sunlight, rays peeking from the wintery scene outside, reflecting back through the windows.\n\nGently Mar took a dried cloth then wiped away the evidence. Her eyes caught the flash of white and paused for a moment, absorbing the source. Gauze covered her hands and arms, the bandage hid away every inch of acid eaten skin with it's winding path heading from her fingers to shoulder and even around her torso. It looked like she was wearing a tunic comprised of wrappings.\n\nMostly it was to prevent farther infection. Several layers of her skin had been lost in the clash with the glob-like demon, each contact left burnt away blotches and new scars would appear in time. Time... The word danced within her head for a bit until it faded, something she knew she had plenty of. The reality left her slightly bitter.\n\nHer sober mood was broken when her fingers were pressed together, the strong feeling of something wrapped about her fingers and settled there. Mar's head tilted downwards to see a sight to warm her heart: clasped within Lyn's tiny fist were her very own fingers. With the other hand, Lyn held her toes and foot curled up tightly against her tummy in wait. Mar let the tension ebbed away.\n\nShe knew the comfort a simple gesture had and as her daughter sat there, entertaining herself, it occurred her that time was all she really had left. Her hand caressed Lyn's cheek side surprisingly gently for one whose instinct was to kill and maim. A mental note passed within her mind, one to make a new weapon, before she cradled Lyn within her arms.\n\nIt was clear she was tired of being cooped up with the medical bay. Her coils tightly wrung themselves beneath her as she patted Lyn's back, like Althalus showed her, in a soft, circular manner. Her daughter seemed comforted by the sensation.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Khan Avrea Jevarath" } ]

[ { "text": "Leith inspected his gauntlet with a smile after Grey's question. \"That's a good eye...\" he trailed off for a second as he realized the inappropriateness of his statement for having just met the man. Sure, Grey might not mind the statement, or even notice it, but there was the chance that he was sensitive about the subject.*Whatever, I've gone past the point of no return,,*Leith thought, and with a shrug, he continued. \"You got there. I've been wearing this since last night right after the attack happened, and I can't really take it off now since it fused to my arm.\" Leith picked up a loose stone from the floor with his left hand, giving it a toss into the air and catching it as he straightened up.\n\n\"I got it a few months ago. A reward for working with Satori's Investigation Squad.\" Leith threw the stone into the air and caught it with his right hand. He squeezed his hand into a fist and looked up at Grey. \"It's quite handy, and it helped more than once last night.\" He opened his hand and poured the dust that the stone had been reduced to onto the floor. He shot Grey a playful smile and held his right arm up. \"Arm wrestle?\"\n\nLeith turned his head towards Ssarak when the Esyire approached them with info on what he saw in the Infirmary. Leith nodded at Ssarak's sentiments about Aruna. While he didn't know her that well, he knew her enough that her death would have an effect on him. \"Maybe we'll bump into her today. So, What're we going to do now?\"\n\n_________________________________________________________________________\n\n\"This damned place is too large!\"\n\nDarius was frustrated. He thought that he had understood the directions to get to this Lucilia woman, but after passing the same window the fifth time, and each time he got there a different way, he knew that he was lost. The fifth time seemed to be the lucky number because Darius spotted a man in a guard uniform. He approached the guard, and when the man didn't turn around, he cleared his throat.\n\nThe guard jumped and spun around. He was an older man, and if Darius had to guess, they were close to the same age. The man had a haunted look on his face that Darius knew quite well. It was probably a look that he himself had after his first few battles. It looked like this was his first taste at battle. The man stared at Darius for a few moments before his eyes widened and he shook his head, as if realizing where he was. After clearing his throat, the man spoke.\n\n\"What is it?\" The man sounded like he needed to be somewhere and was in a hurry to finish the conversation. Darius cut to the chase.\n\n\"I am looking for a woman named Lucilia. My detail left me here. Now I need work. Since most-\"\n\n\"Good! Come with me.\" The man interrupted Darius and started walking away. Darius had to restrain himself from shouting at the guard for interrupting him. He took a deep breath and followed the man. As he walked, he continued speaking. \"I can't take you to Lucilia right now, but I will after we help Justine, the Geomancy teacher, haul some stuff. My name's Erik, by the way.\"\n\n\"Darius.\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Darius Jura" }, { "text": "**\"I still think you should get that checked, Leith. To be reliant on a demon weapon... It's just asking for trouble.\"**Meirin commented as Leith showed off his gauntlet. It was handy she had to admit, but at the same time she didn't trust it since it was a demon-made object. They often never really work well with normal people, or so she believes. She let Leith and Grey chat with each other shortly after Ssarak came back. It seemed that the Headmaster had been injured last night, which made Meirin's heart sink. The Headmaster, the large, imposing Eysire who controls some of the strongest demons in the college, was hurt enough that he had to be put into the Infirmary? Just what sort of demons attacked them yesterday that would do so much damage? Meirin gulped and tried to ignore it. They survived; whatever attacked them yesterday was defeated. Or at least gone.\n\nSsarak also mentioned some other people too. Mar and her child, which Meirin was somewhat surprised about. She knew that Mar had been carrying a child from the rumors she's heard about her, but to have already given birth? It must have had happened yesterday, and considering what happened than, it must have been hard on her. Alaira was another name that Meirin somewhat remembered, mostly as the loud-mouth elf girl who seemed to want to fight everyone. Meirin gave her a wide birth, though that didn't mean she also didn't feel a bit sad hearing that she was also in the infirmary. Like the headmaster, Meirin imagined that Alaira must have fought some powerful demons to have in such a wounded state. And lastly, there was Aruna. But Ssarak only mentioned that he didn't see her. Meirin hoped that she got out fine, but given that she hasn't seen her at all yesterday Meirin didn't have high hopes. Meirin didn't want to think what might have become of her roommate, but it's not like Meirin could just pretend that nothing could have happened.\n\nNot wanting to dwell on such negative things Meirin decided to jump on Leith's question about what they should do now. Her first thoughts went with trying to find others to help out but she didn't know who to go to for that. Than she had another idea.**\"Well, I did break a few of my weapons last night. I'd like to go see if anyone could repair them. We might also find something to do to help out at the forge too. I'd imagine that after what happened last night, they could use anyone who could use a hammer.\"**", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "**Grey Onyx** \n\nGrey was likely too good-natured to see the 'good-eye' line as an insult or such. So naturally he payed it no mind. He was a bit incredulous at that last statement, however.**\"It... fused to your arm? you should probably get that checked...\"**the Guardsman said. Well, it wasn't like it was too much of an inconvenience or anything, they were literally standing right outside the infirmary. Leith then demonstrated what the arm could do, and Grey was impressed, if somewhat disturbed. From stories he'd heard, these types of weapons never turned out well. Though if anyone could help him, they were here.**\"Hah, no thanks. I can't afford another broken arm, that might put me out of commission for a few days.\"**\n\nThe Eysire... Ssarak he thought returned at around this time, and spoke about the various wounded he saw in there. He didn't really know anyone, save one.**\"Yes, Khan was injured last night as well, poisoned no less. Whatever was in that drink, it made Khan's demons go berserk. If what Lucilia said is true that's what started this whole mess...\"**He was quick to add the second part, however.**\"Don't worry, the situation's contained, Khan's more belligerent demons are gone and Zaad and the other one are more or less back to normal.\"**He was quiet for a moment, and he continued.**\"That's what I was fighting, you know. Khan had this one demon, though it bore more resemblance to an angry mountain that grew legs than any sort of living being. I was barely able to survive, and likely wouldn't have if it weren't for that necromancy teacher...\"**", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak nodded in agreement to Meirin. It would be best for them to be prepared in the event something threatened the college again. His armor was still usable, but it was dented in places and could stand to have some repairs. His axe was fine, if a bit dulled by the fight. Although, he was considering doing something that he had been thinking about for a while. His axe was a perfectly effective weapon, and it had sentimental value to him due to the fact that it was his father's, but when it came to maximizing efficiency, he had an idea for a weapon that would serve him well in a more diverse range of situations. Also, since they were all at least in relatively good health, they would certainly be helpful in the rebuilding efforts.\n\n\"Do you know who it was that poisoned Khan?\" Ssarak asked. \"I suppose it makes sense that Khan would have been harmed if he was under the influence of a toxin, but it is concerning that a foe was able to deliver the poison in the first place. That would mean an agent of our enemy was in the college beforehand, and close enough to the headmaster to poison his drink. We have no reason to believe that they will not attempt a similar tactic again. It could be that Satori and other psychomancers will be able to ferret out infiltrators in the future, but it would be foolish to deny the possibility of it happening again. Whoever the college's foe is, they have demonstrated that they are indeed powerful.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "*Althalus*\n\nAlthalus snorted. \"Oh yes. Sissy magic. Keep your favorite spear close. If you don't, it might end up a pile of rust dust. Accidents happen all the time in a mage college. Also, encourage her to make thorn bushes in*your*bed next time. Think about it! It'll build character and quick reaction skills! If you can wake up and repel a thorn bush attack, you can wake up and repel an assassination attempt!\" Under his breath he muttered, \"I hope she didn't pick up any of those curses…\" Having her repeating any of what he had said would get him no end of grief from multiple people. Not Mar or Alaira, he hoped. But more than he wanted to deal with. Before Alaira could make her retort, a guard summoned both Althalus and Mar to Lucilia. An occurrence that filled him with suspicion. Why would she need the both of them? He walked over to Lyn and kissed her on the top of her head. \"I'll be right back.\" With that, he turned on his heel and headed with Mar towards Lucilia's office.\n\n*A few moments after being told of his mission…*\n\n\"Oh good. Then at least one of us is not going.\" Althalus said with false cheerfulness. The idea that they both were supposed to go and leave Lyn alone was...ridiculous. Who would look after Lyn? The Golems? Tyrael? Right. And he would be long dead when he allowed that to happen. He would prefer that Mar stay and he go, but he knew by now to not push*that*line of thought any farther than his head. It tended to end badly. With that he turned and left the room, leaving no time for argument. He didn't get far before Uicle waylaid him. Or rather, the loud crash and cursing drew him to Uicle. The Necromancer seemed fine, even with his arm severed at the elbow. Althalus didn't ask what happened. The golem picking up its weapon explained enough. \"You're going Althalus. So is Mar.\" He glared at the teacher, who was idly reattaching his arm. \"And why is that? Because you asked nicely?\" Althalus asked, acidic sarcasm dripping from his words. \"No, because Mar is going, and if she causes another incident like she did her first few weeks here, the College won't be able to protect her or excuse her. She'll be subject to Eanian laws, and I suspect they will not be kind. You'll have to go to make sure she doesn't get herself executed.\"\n\nAlthalus stared at him for a moment. \"You bastard.\" Uicle chuckled. \"I happen to know exactly who my father was. A rather respectable merchant in his time. Now go get ready. They might leave without you and then you'll have to run to catch up.\" Althalus left, muttering unkind things. He was soon waiting at the west gate, his armor and knives all back in their familiar places. He even had his cross bow and quarrels for it. The only thing that was missing was his mask, still safely nestled in his, Lyn's, and Mar's room. This wasn't a job. No need to bring unnecessary attention to himself.\n\n**Aramir**\n\nAramir was ridiculously relieved that she got a mission she was familiar with on some level. Try to outsmart the prey, even if they weren't actually hunting the Roc. Sure, she had very little of an idea how to hunt something like the Roc in a plateau, and no idea how to operate a ballista, but this was familiar ground. She just hoped that the rest of her allies were going to be wise about this. Auriel she knew would have to be watched. The elf was rash, to say the least. The rest she hadn't really interacted with during her time here, classes and chance keeping them separate. She knew their names, but other than that she knew nothing. Not for the first time, it occurred to her that this entire venture could go very badly if someone made one wrong move. Regardless, she grabbed her bow, a quiver full of arrows, and her daggers (she doubted that they would be useful in any, way, shape, or form, but you never knew what might come in handy. Especially during a hunt.) With one last check to make sure her hair was in a secure braid that would be out of her way, she headed to where the wagon with the ballista would be waiting, only to find Annabeth already there.\n\nShe smiled and waved, giving a cheerful, \"Hello!\" Before turning her attention to their wagon. It certainly looked durable, with a sacrifice for comfort. Aramir shrugged. Discomfort was better than being torn apart by a Roc. \"So, do you have any idea how to fire the ballista? Because I doubt I could reach it, much less aim it properly, even if I did know how to use it.\" She asked Annabeth, looking up at the human.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": null }, { "text": "**Grey Onyx** \n\nGrey noticeably soured at the mention of the new guards.**\"Those things aren't human, they can't be... Some of us are still around you know, the organized ones left but there's about a couple dozen freelancers like myself still here.\"**He explained, though it was clear he didn't want to talk about the subject right now. He listened to Meirin speak of her training. Interesting magic, weaving. It was so different from the other types...**\"You guys never cease to amaze me. I mean, you all stuck around, and you aren't even bound by contract! Not that I'd ever consider abandoning any of you.\"**He said, pride obvious in his voice. These little chats always reminded him that the people here were worth protecting, that he'd made a good choice in applying here.\n\nSoon however, one of those false guards had come for the two of them, apparently they were to report to lucilia...\n\n ***Later...*** \n\nIt was... a lot to take in. Evidently, Lucilia was sending the students out to take care of what was likely a group of renegade mages, and he was attached to keep them safe. Part of him was somewhat satisfied, he was far better as a personal bodyguard than a patrol guard. But, he had several misgivings about the company... there was Leith, who was actually quite friendly, but had that relic of demonic origin attached to his arm. He didn't trust it. There was Athalus, the one who ordered the crossbow. it might just be paranoia, but the guy seemed like the sort of man who was always up to no good. Mar... Mar needed no explanation. She was abrasive and had these alien values he simply didn't understand. And Coco... At first, Coco creeped him out, but at this point he found the girl adorable.\n\nHe walked out to the gate, seeing Athalus was already there, which was good, he'd gotten there early. He waved, but tripped on a loose stone as one of his belt pouches fell to the ground, coming open and scattering papers everywhere.**\"Gods... Can you help me gather these?\"**he said, as he rosed, rubbing at his arm as he set about picking them up. They were wanted posters of various criminals he'd collected. While he was no bounty hunter, he liked to familiarize himself with prominent ne'er do wells, so that he'd know what people to look out for on the job. Most of them came from Djarkel, and more than half of them came from a nasty little place by the name of port slaughter, most of which were worthless as they were renditions of disguises most of the gods-damn time.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak was unsure of what to think of Djarkel, based on Meirin's description. He had always heard that the region was somewhat strange, but he had never inquired about the details. The aspect he found distasteful above all others was her mention of constant war. He was not keen on returning himself to a place held by war's deathly grip, but he had little choice. He supposed he should not be surprised; war never changed, and he should not expect it to. Still, by her description, he could respect the people's strength, and Hysteria sounded to be an interesting place. Meirin made it seem as if the people were touched by madness, but for artistic pursuits, at least, madness could be a boon. He looked forward to seeing what strange creations the city might hold.\n\n\"Hmm, Djarkel sounds like my own homeland. From what I have heard of the land itself, it is...moderately less desolate than the Scorched Lands, if only because it is difficult to become more barren than a volcanic region with lakes of lava instead of water, whose very air will kill those not adapted to survive there. Both places require profound strength from its people to face the challenges the land presents. It creates a certain kind of...resolve of character among its people, much like yourself. Perhaps I will end up feeling right at home? As for the demons...it is always difficult to say what their motivations might be. They live lives fundamentally unlike our own, in a world as distant from Tien as possible. Still, if I had to hazard a guess, I would suppose their purpose is to harm the college. They have already proven themselves our enemies, but they also have proven that they cannot destroy us in a direct assault. So, the next reasonable step would be to try to weaken us for their next attack. Trade is vital to the success of any settlement, so blocking caravans will, over time, weaken the college's ability to survive.\" Ssarak reasoned. It was entirely possible that the demons had another motive, but even if they did, their actions would weaken the college's position regardless.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "**Grey Onyx** \n\nGrey smiled, the others jumping in to help him out quite readily. He was generally unused to having help, usually insisting he did everything himself. He collected the papers, raising an eyebrow at Athalus' little tirade.**\"Is that so? you should help me sort through them later then. I have to know them when I see them...\"**Grey said. Then, Athalus spoke of the last one... He said such ridiculous things about him, with such fondness... Didn't he say he was from... For once in his life, Grey managed to pick up on social undertones. It was just a theory, but... He calmly stared at the man as he took the papers.**\"Of course he does. He's some chump with delusions of grandeur...\"**He said simply. He looked back for a moment, before continuing.**\"I'm not going to apprehend you. I refuse to leave your child fatherless...\"**He said, throwing his stuff on the cart.**\"Before we leave, I want to know if I can trust you. I need to know that I can count on you to keep the group safe, just as is expected of myself.\"**He questioned, looking the man in the eye.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "***Annabeth Gulch***\n\nAnnabeth turned to see Aramir. Aside from her name and that she was a little elf, that's about all Annabeth knew about the girl.**\"No... Not really. But how hard can it be, right?\"**Annabeth nervously chuckled. She really hoped someone here knew how to operate the weapon, as the best Annabeth knew how it'd work was that one of those levers underneath fires the balista and that she should have it aimed in the general direction of the roc, should they face it. And even that was just an estimated guess.**\"Hopefully we don't need it. At least the wagon seems sturdy enough to handle getting beaten around by a roc.\"**Soon another, more familiar face showed up. Colette was a friend of Annabeth's, albeit not one that she meets up with as often as she'd like. Colette seemed to be a rather solitary girl, but hopefully this outing would allow the vampire to open up a little. Granted it's full of danger and everyone should be very careful, but they could still find time to get to know one another somehow.**\"Hi Colette. If you're here, than we're only missing two more people. Auriel and Liam, I think.\"**Annabeth got onto the wagon and examined the basista, trying to get an idea of how to operate it.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "**Alaira Taenn** \n\nAlaira sat in her room, her face grim as she stared at her mother's armor. It gleamed, the pink surface perfectly polished. She sighed, her rehabilitation was not yet complete, and yet she was chosen for this mission. She hadn't been able to wear her armor, she was just too sluggish. Instead, she had only been able to polish it every day in the hopes that it would be in perfect condition when the time finally came to wear it. But, she couldn't take it. She looked down, and sighed at her meager armor, a leather design reinforced with Steel pauldrons and various plates. She looked to the corner, her beloved lance scarred and pitted from the terrible acid of the creature. She had been unable to smith, and so couldn't restore her weapon, and she would be damned if she would let anyone else do it. So she carried different gear, a shield and a mace, plus a bow. Normally she wouldn't need a bow, her abilities let her close the distance fast enough for range not to matter, but she had been sluggish.\n\nThen there was Lyn. She couldn't take Lyn anywhere, in her state she wasn't sure if she could protect the girl. But her parents were also going on a mission of their own, an actual manhunt. She couldn't let Lyn go with them, and neither could her parents. She didn't trust Tyrael, legitimately fearing he would eat her or something. Uicle was no babysitter, Khan was sick, Lidda was overworked enough with the wounded, Sam was a similar case, but with old age on top of it, anyone else she trusted in the slightest was going on a mission or dead. That left one reasonable goddamn person she had met, ever, and while she didn't really trust the vampire too much she doubted Lucilia would harm a small child. So, she left Lyn with Lucilia (Put Lyn on her desk, slapped a large pouch of gold coins down, and said \"Watch her.\" Didn't stick around long enough for the vampire to argue...), and was on her way to meet up with the others.\n\nShe arrived at the predetermined point, Ssarak and the Monastery girl were already waiting. She caught a fair bit of their conversation before she made her presence known. She laughed, hefting her mace over her shoulder.**\"Djarkel's a fun place, no shortage of scum that needs killin'. Great tavern brawls too, sometimes I'd just walk into one and start throwing punches when I got bored...\"**She reminisced, her days as a wandering mercenary were some of the best memories she had.**\" 'Course, some don't see it that way, and I say screw 'em. There's nothing like a little blood and carnage to get the blood pumpin', 'specially if they deserve it..\"**She listened, they were fighting demons? She hadn't attended the meeting, instead taking the time to entertain Lyn... At the mention of demons, all the joy was drained from her face, replaced with cold anger.**\"Who the hell cares what they want? They show up, we crush 'em. They come back, we crush 'em again, and again, and *again*, until they *stop.*\"**", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "(Blarg, please tell me if I double post, guys.)", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak swooped down low, just a few feet above the water. He did not expect the robed man to come shooting up into his hammer in a small geyser of water, but nevertheless, it was unquestionably effective. He went limp, though whether he was dead or merely unconscious, Ssarak could not tell from above. The man crashed into some rocks jutting out of the river, forcing his head underwater. If he was alive, he would not be for long without intervention. The robed man had pushed for unreasonable reparations and had seemed all-too eager to get into the fight, but even so, Ssarak did not wish him dead. This fight had ultimately been instigated by Alaira, so he wanted to minimize casualties as much as possible. Additionally, there was enough that seemed wrong about the whole situation that Ssarak wanted to question him. As a psychomancer, it could be difficult to keep the man safely detained, but it was a risk they would have to take. \n\nUnfortunately for Ssarak, he was not precisely in a position to save the robed man. He was quite capable of swimming, but not in full plate armor. If he tried to pull him out, it was entirely likely he would drown himself. As such, he needed help. He turned and quickly landed on the riverbank before looking around for his allies. Meirin was the closest, so he shouted to her as he pointed out the robed man in the river. \"He may still be alive, and we should save him if we can. I cannot swim in this armor.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Either Ssarak's blow was hard enough or the robed man was fragile, as he went limp with the first strike. His body slammed against the rocks and with him out of the way the battle was over. Meirin was about to turn to leave when she heard Ssarak call over to her. He wanted her to save the robed man, for some reason. \"What!?\" While she blames Alaira for instigating the fight in the first place, the robed man was a corrupted officer of the law. While she doesn't condone Alaira's actions, Meirin had a feeling that they would not have passed the bridge unharrassed if the robed man was as slimy as he was before. Still, it would do them no good to leave behind a trail of corpses. At the very least Meirin felt obligated to bury the ones they did make.\n\nJogging on over to Ssarak she could see where the robed man was stuck. She doubt he was alive but they would discover the truth soon enough. The river was deep enough that she'd need to swim most of the way there, however there was some rocky formations that she could leap across. She'd rather not risk herself saving him, but she will do what she must. First she leap across the rocks to reach the robed man, pulling his head out of the water. He was bleeding and she was certain he was dead. But she would bring him to shore nonetheless. Carefully positioning herself Meirin swam towards the river edge with the robed man in her arms. He made no resistance, so he was either out cold or dead. And now she would soon find out.\n\nOnce Meirin pulled the body out of the river she turned to Ssarak. \"Let's tie him up. I'll use some of my magic to try to heal him, see if we can snatch him from death's clutches. But we shouldn't let him too close to the others, especially Alaira. Oh, but I guess we should check him for any hidden weapons.\" Meirin searched the robed man's body for anything else that he might end up using against them. While she didn't feel all to comfortable rummaging through his clothing it was better safe than sorry. Once she found everything on his person Meirin moved it far away from him. She came back with a length of rope and securely tied the robed man up. \"Alright Ssarak, be ready for anything.\" Taking a deep breath Meirin did a few weaving motions for Vitamancy to give herself minor healing hands. She lightly touched the robed man's head and waited to see what effects it would have.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Alaira Taenn\n\nWhen Alaira rushed the man, he seemed to somehow miraculously avoid the attack. Even though he saw her coming, her speed was such that to avoid the attack without throwing yourself to the ground was an impressive feat, but not impressive enough. She skid to a halt just after, using her forward momentum to whip around and aim another blow at his skull... And nothing, it didn't connect. She continued this pattern, desperately trying to kill the man before her mind gave out and she was at his mercy.\n\nFinally, she managed to land a blow on his midsection... or did she? He had just... vanished without a trace as soon as she struck. The screaming in her head had finally stopped as she stood there, huffing and puffing. She fell to her knees, her mace clattering to the ground as she fell a little ways forward, managing to stop herself from hitting her head on the cold stones as she caught her breath...", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]

[ { "text": "Alaira Taenn\nAlaira was crouched down beside Ssarak, watching the bandits from a bush. She was crouched low, and was the first to arrive at the agreed location. Alaira was surprisingly stealthy when she wanted to be; her usual 'scream and charge' method useless when one had to hunt for food. She was also an excellent tracker, and while the bandits had chosen a good spot, they weren't subtle enough to hide it from her for long. She reached to her neck, frowning. She knew she had left her bow with Meirin, so she had a less risky way to kill anyone that tried to do the same to her or the others, but she had just seemed to keep compulsively checking for it... \n\nShe listened to Ssarak's words, carefully. She had a lot to make up for, and while she probably wouldn't do just anything he said, she would think things through a little better. Sh had a plan, and it would sound bad at first but she hoped to whatever god was listening at the time that he would accept her suggestion... this was exactly the kind of situation she excelled in, and he'd have to be a fool not to realize it. \"No, direct attack's good. These guys are drunk, and lazy.\" She whispered, aware of their lack of time. \"So we blitz 'em. I attack first, kill that hooded guy, he looks like the leader, then, while they're freaking out, you guys swoop in.\" She said, pointing to several places they could enter the fight. \"We attack them hard and fast, from different directions, and don't give them a chance to rally, cause as much mayhem as possible. If they're panicking, they're easy pickings...\"", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak nodded. \"That is a valid point; most of them may not be prone to thinking rationally under duress at the moment. Though it may be easier to fight them in groups, it may be risky to wait for them to separate. If we wait, the others may return and we could find ourselves outnumbered by less intoxicated foes.\" He reasoned. He still did not like that they were going to be outnumbered regardless, but with a proper plan of attack, they could push the odds more to their favor.\n\n\"Very well, if we are going to attack now, we should plan our attack. As you said, eliminating their leader first would be our best bet. From what directions would you two prefer to strike? For myself, I believe I can surprise them with a high angle of attack. I can back off, then fly up above the trees and use them to hide from their line of sight. Once you attack, their focus will be on you, so I will likely be able to eliminate at least one target without much resistance. If you haven't killed the leader by that point, it would certainly be him. Otherwise, I could focus on the next largest threat.\" Ssarak suggested.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nSnatching Colette away from the clutches of the Roc Annabeth put a protective arm around the vampire. It was a bumpy ride and while Eural was doing his best to get away from the roc, there was only so much he could do with two spooked horses. \"Hang on tight Colette!\" Letting go of the vampire Annabeth tried to load another bolt into the balista. however the roc was way too fast, even on foot; right as she was about to crank the bolt into position the roc slammed against the wagon and sent the bolt out of the balista, and nearly knocking over the wagon. Annabeth was knocked to her feet but luckily managed to stay on the wagon. \"Damn! I can't reload if that roc is on our tail!\" Briefly, Annabeth thought about taking her sword out and stabbing the creature. But she stopped herself right as she hand her hand on the hilt. Even if she had stable footing that roc could very well snap her sword right out of her hand, leaving her defenseless. And even if she was quick enough not to be disarmed, she doubt her blade could pierce the naturally tough hide of a roc. She'd have to stab it in it's eye, which wasn't the easiest target to hit right now.\n\nBut that's when Annabeth realized that she didn't need to hit the eye; she just needed to make sure it was looking at her. \"Colette, call your demon back and close your eyes! Things are about to get bright.\" Positioning herself so that her body was between Colette and the Roc, Annabeth unsheathed her war axe and hurled it at the roc. It bounced off it's head without any notable harm, but it did get it's attention at least. Taking a deep breath Annabeth focused the archanite flowing through her body. A practiced spell, one that she used with Ssarak and Satori all the time. She used it in the midst of sparing and even against Satori's illusions. But those were just training; it was safe. Here there was real danger. Annabeth was scared. If she messed up this spell not only could she die, but Colette and Eural too. But that was all the more reason why she couldn't fail now. Before, training with Satori and Ssarak, Annabeth held back because she didn't want to risk hurting herself. But now she had to go all the way to make sure that no one else was hurt. Annabeth was scared, but she couldn't be a coward right now. Looking the roc directly in it's eye she raised her hand at it.\n\n\"Let there be LIGHT!\"\n\nThen from the palm of Annabeth's hand, a blinding light emerged and shined right into the face of the Roc. Annabeth focused a measurable amount of her mage blood into this simply flash spell in order to get the most out of it. She needed to blind the roc, stun it, to give them time to reload the balista and get ready for round two. \"Eural, see if we can lead the Roc into the forest. We have to cut down it's mobility!\"\n\nCaravan Mission\n\nThe only thing the bandits had going for them was archery to counteract Alaira's savagery. The big bandit was going to rely on their range support to trap Alaira while he gets his men back in line for battle. But things quickly went badly for him when, out from the skies, a dragon swooped down. Actually it was Ssarak, but as if the bandit was expecting an eysire of all things to show up. First Alaira arrived as a humanoid thunderbolt, and now a dragon man came in and just killed one of the crossbowmen. The big bandit turned to look at the one in the tower, only to see him cut down by a Yarosmere swordsman. \n\n\"Fuck.\"\n\nThe bandits (Or at least the ones who didn't get brained by Alaira at this point) were finally in a state of mind ready to fight, but were in for even more of a shock when they saw the big bandit make a run for it, throwing his weapons away to lessen his burden. With more than half of their forces gone in less than a minute the big bandit knew better than to stay and fight. Even if the last two bandits could survive just five more minutes, the big bandit had no doubt that Ssarak and Alaira were going to double team him, and once he goes down the other bandits were going to be cleaned up. So he cut his loses and ran for his life. The other bandits followed suit.\n\nThe camp was now filled with dead, dying, or pretending to be dead but very hurt bandits. The surface camp had little of interest aside from food supplies and sleeping gear. It seemed like whatever cargo they had stolen from caravans in the past has been moved on. The weapons from the bandits were fairly mundane, however there was a glowing rune on the axe of the big bandit. It's purpose was questionable, it may even just be ornamental. Either way however it wasn't over for the caravan group. They had succeeded in defeating one of the robed men and the bandits covering the surface, but now they had to enter the Ravine entrance and fine out what was hidden in the darkness.\n\nEven from the entrance of the hole the students would only see darkness. A sharp ear would hear breathing, but it was raspy and dry. There was four, perhaps even five deep below. While it would be large enough to house Ssarak just fine, the ceiling of the underground cave was just a few feet above his head; there was very little room to maneuver in such tight spaces.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "Aramir\n\nAramir winced as she scrambled up the mountain, at first at the sounds one of her companions were making behind her. She desperately wanted to look back and tell whoever it was to be quiet, but couldn't lest she start making the same mistakes. Then the Roc started screeching and presumably attacking. Aramir didn't dare look back as she finally stopped concentrating on moving as fast as possible as quietly as possible, and just ran up the mountain side, and prayed that there wouldn't be the flap of powerful wings indicating that very sharp, freshly bloodstained, claws were about to come down and slash into her. Auriel and Liam, with their longer legs and surefootedness, easily outstripped her to the carts. Aramir had to scramble up the plateau, more than a little out of breath. As it turns out, running full tilt for your life up a mountain is tiring. She only vaguely registered the flash of light behind her, lifting her head up to scan the area. To her surprise, there were actual live animals in the nest. They were corralled by torn up earth, away from where the carts were. They were surprisingly calm, given the situation. Bones, unsurprisingly, were scattered here and there. \n\nBefore Aramir could even begin to wonder how they were going to get the carts undamaged off the plateau, she spotted someone else among them. \"Hello? We're here to get the carts you're hiding behind! Care to help us and not become bird lunch at the same time?\" She called to the person.\n\nAlthalus and Grey vs Eternal hunger\n\nThe elf watched Leith leave and run away, before turning her wrapped head towards Grey. \"Good. Now I don't have to bother stopping Althalus, at least I assume that's the man with the toy over there, from running. It's always more fun to have two meals that fight back rather than two that do and one that doesn't.\" Her voice, while muffled by the rags, was surprisingly young. \"Come on you big ox. Arm yourself and prepare for battle. I'll even let you have the first move.\" She twirled in a small circle, giggling. \"Afterall it's not nice to-\" \n \nCrack! \n \nThe sound of the crossbow firing interrupted her. However, the bolt just missed her, nearly brushing her clothing as it whistled by. Althalus stood staring in surprise, Leith's instructions memorized and rune put safely away. That shot should have been straight through her stomach. I've made longer shots under worse circumstances with ease...how did I miss? He frowned, remembering Lucilia's brief description of the mages. \"Be careful Grey. She has something up her sleeve. I should have killed her right then and there. I'm all for just leaving her to dance and giggle all by her lonesome, but turning our back on her so we can deal with them,\" Althalus jerked his head towards the group behind them, not daring to take his eyes off the girl, \"seems like a lethally bad idea. Go get her, I'll shoot her again while she's distracted. The girl continued twirling and giggling.\n \nAlthalus desperately wanted to look behind him when he heard yelling and fireballs, but resisted the temptation. Remember: Taking your eyes off your target is a good way to lose them or to get killed. Sometimes both. His old mentor's voice echoed in his head as he loaded the crossbow one more time, muttering the phrase that had started all his new problems. \"I hate mages.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "It seemed that Ssarak's plan had not worked exactly as intended. Alaira had seemingly ignored his initial warning about the incoming attack, as she had not joined them in fighting the feral vampires. As such, she was now searching for the same foe Ssarak was trying to find. Fortunately, Darius seemed to have fared well against the ferals, which was not too surprising, considering that they were essentially behaving as mindless beasts. However, while the one Ssarak was searching for did not reveal himself so easily, he did have a clear line of sight from above on the feral that had set its sights on Alaira. He could have swept down down to eliminate it, but Alaira could deal with it just as well; she only needed a warning. \n\n\"Alaira, there is one behind you!\" Ssarak shouted down to her before immediately shifting his focus back to his search. Visually, he could not locate his target, so he reached out with his mind instead. With a wide-area telepathy spell, he could feel the wards of his foe, and he could feel that they were wavering. Evidently, his use of his magic was taking a toll. Seeing an opportunity, Ssarak pressured the wards with stronger, more focused telepathy to finally break through. From there, it was a much simpler matter to get a sense of his direction by reading his thoughts. Ssarak could not exactly pinpoint him with his magic alone, but he did not need to. Once he had a direction, Ssarak banked towards it, then scanned the ground until he finally spotted his quary, or rather, the disturbances he was making in the grass. Now, since the invisibility was not completely perfect, Ssarak could see the distortions, giving him a definite spot to target. \n\nSsarak swept down low, gaining as much speed as he could without risking hurting himself upon landing. His target was starting to head into the forest, but Ssarak was able to catch up before the trees grew too dense to force a landing. Ssarak hit his target like a boulder, smashing him into the ground hard enough to give him a concussion at the very minimum, without needing to use his weapon. His invisibility wore off immediately, which allowed him to finally be seen clearly. He seemed to be entirely incapacitated, but even so, Ssarak was taking no chances. He kicked him over onto his back, then quickly patted him down for anything he might be carrying, like weapons, bags, pouches, and so on. Anything he found, he moved a safe distance to the side, then positioned himself between the man and his belongings. Ssarak hovered his weapon inches above the man's head with the spike on the end pointing towards his skull. He looked the man over carefully to see if he was even still alive, ready to jam the weapon into his skull at a moment's notice.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Magehunters\n\nAlthalus' look of relief as Mar sat up was pathetic and he knew it. He didn't care either, just happy Mar was relatively okay. He winced as she began to prod at the stump, resisiting the urge to scratch at it as it became less pain and more itch as she began to speed up the process of his stump healing. He merely grinned at her as she began to berate him, as if what the crazy elf bitch had done to him was his fault. It was good to see that she wasn't overly affected by the whole ordeal. Other than being angry at him, obviously. He resolutely ignored the guardsman. There would be plenty of time later to discuss how stupid he was and to give Grey a chance to explain why he shouldn't just be killed for the injuries he caused Mar. As Leith stumbled over he managed to give him a sympathetic look. Mar summed up both of their opinions nicely, but Althalus felt the need to add on. \"You'll be fine. Though try to cling to that shock at all this death. It'll help you in the long run.\" \n\nAlthalus' eyes shifted to Mar's disdain filled face, he chuckled at her. She glared at him, clearly still irritated. \"I'm sorry,\" he said innocently, \"You're just so cute when you're irritated.\" Mar's eyes narrowed dangerously and her mouth opened again, likely to deliver another scathing comment. Althalus silenced her with a kiss, breaking it after a few moments and pressing his head gently against hers. \"Don't worry about my hand and what Lyn will think. We're both alive. That's all that matters.\" He spoke quietly, smiling. \n\nThen of course, everything went to hell.\n\nThree of the blood droplets left behind raced towards Grey, Mar, and Leith respectively. One stayed behind. In a few moments, they were all positioned. Another moment later, and something was growing out of the blood drops. Right behind Althalus an exact copy of Mar came into being in seconds, her tail wrapping around his waist and throwing him backwards. \"There. Now we won't be interrupted.\" The new Mar purred, sensually rubbing a hand over her chest.\n\nThe same thing happened behind Leith, the new Leith's demon hand yanked him backwards and his copy turned to face him. \"You're too weak. You'll never seize, and keep, the power we want. I'll make sure we do.\"\n\nAn exact copy of Grey appeared in front of him, indecisively glancing between Grey and his companions. \"Kill you or help them, kill you or help them. Leave me and I might help kill one of your friends. Fight me and one of your friends might die.\"\n\nAlthalus faced his own copy, groaning. \"Can't we get a break for one damn minute!?\" His copy sneered at him. \"No. I'll keep Lyn safe from now on. You're too much the cripple and the weakling to do so.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "Mar\n\nMar had been about to chew Althalus out for his lacking concern, her hands released his stump and twitched to smack him upside the head. His comment was uncalled for in her mind and pulled emotions that were best left alone. She never got the chance because the moment her mouth opened to snap at him, his lips was settled upon hers, sucking her deeply into a kiss. \n\nThe flesh in her lips tingled, the surface stinging from the pressure and faded into heat. It spread and flooded her body, making her surface glow. Inside she wanted it to last but her naga pride slithered to the surface. It bore it's fang and hissed causing her cool back reflexively, despite her desire to experience the public affection. \n\nShe felt a ashy feeling creep into her core when the kiss finally ended as the three blood droplets started to move. They slithered across the ground at neck break speed, one unawarely arriving behind Althalus, Mar's widening eyes was the only warning before he was ripped away. \n\nMar's teeth showed and flared at the copycat, her nose crinkled in disdain. Her tongue flickered out to catch the scent of copper and musk mingling unnaturally. Narrowing her eyes, she hissed at the pitiful imitation. Her tail lashed out at the woman's torso as her fangs lengthened, eyes narrowed on her prey.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Leith nodded at Althalus and Mar. \"I don't think that I'll forget this anytime soon.\" He looked at the ground as he thought before looking back up at Althalus and Mar. \"Thank-\" He froze when he saw a second Mar right behind Althalus. When Althalus got flung backwards, the back of Leith's scalp tingled as he got the feeling that something was behind him. Before he could look, he felt a hand on his shoulder and then he was flying backwards. \n\nOnce he had hit the ground and stopped rolling, Leith let out a groan. As he pushed himself to his feet, he heard his own voice. He looked the man that looked exactly like him. \"At what price?\" Leith countered. He looked warily at his double. It was bizarre to look at himself as if he were looking at another person. \"If I hurt the people I want to protect with the power I'm looking for, I will not take it.\" Leith drew his sword with a sigh. He didn't want to fight; he was sore and exhausted, but he knew that it would be inevitable. \"Well, lets get this over with. He chuckled as he had a thought. \n\n\"Should I go first, or should I?\" Oh he was tired.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nJust as he finished speaking, Ssarak noticed someone leaving Lucilia's office, who, under closer inspection, ended up being none other than Satori. Were it not for the gravity of the situation, he might have chuckled. It would be foolish of him to think that something as serious as abuse of power by a member of the staff would remain hidden from her, of all people. One of her primary duties at the college was to maintain its security against threats from within. Of course, he could not be certain that Satori had been speaking to Lucilia about Lyn. All he really knew for certain was that she had been in a meeting with Lucilia, but given the timing of it, he had his suspicions. \n\n\"Hmm, I suspect she may already be aware. I suppose we shall see.\" Ssarak commented to Meirin. As Satori was walking through the hall, Ssarak made eye contact with her and approached, obviously intending to speak with her. \n\n\"Greetings.\" He said, though his expression quickly became notably severe as his head lowered somewhat. He did not bother to open with an explanation, since it was, in all likelihood, unecessary. He knew Satori was always scanning the minds of others, particularly those without wards, in the same of the college's security. She would know his question, if not from his thoughts, from Meirin's. \"So, what is your opinion on this situation? Will you bring this to Khan, or one of the others?\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "[Rtron and Vesuvius collab]\n\n\"Umm, wouldn't they break if you just pushed them down the hill? You could stand in front of them to slow them down and just roll them calmly, but you seem to be in a hurry too.\" E'nasha spoke, nervous around these people she didn't know, but wanting to help them all the same. She looked around the nest again, noticing the animals still roaming around calmly despite the screeches of the monster bird not too far away. \"Maybe, you could tie some of these animals to the carts, and they could keep them going slow enough that they wouldn't break?\"\n\nAramir nodded, glancing back towards the gigantic bird screeches. \"We are in a bit of a hurry, as we don't know when the giant bird with a taste for walking, talking, meat will come back and try to kill us all. I don't know about you, but I personally like living. I think we can tie at least a few of them up to the carts, and have them take them down hill.\" She looked at the makeshift dirt and rock cage that held the animals in it. \"Just as soon as we can figure out a way to get them out.\"\n\n\"We should probably just tie some rope around them and then lead them over here to tie to the carts.\" E'nasha said as she walked over to the edge of the cage. The nearest animals barely paid any attention to her as she started messing with some of the rocks making the wall of the cage. Some of the rocks came out easily, and soon E'nasha was able to dig a hole big enough to fit some animals through, one at a time. Getting them to stand still and tie a rope around them might be a problem, so E'nasha just stood at the opening to block any from leaving without a rope. \n\nAramir hurried over to the carts, along with Liam and Auriel, looking for enough rope to hitch what animals they could to the cart. It wasn't a quick process. Digging through the carts took time, especially when they didn't know where anything in the carts were. Soon enough though, urged on by the screeches of the Roc, they found rope. Aramir looked up at all the herbivores and then up at E'nasha before handing the rope she had found to her. \"You lead them. I would try, but I suspect they'll just drag me away.\"\n\nE'nasha nodded and took the rope from the elf, stepping into the cage with the animals. None of them charged at her or anything, but that just worried her that they might run away if she got too close. She slowly walked up to one of them, glad that instead of running away, it just stood there and looked at her. \"Hey sweetie,\" She said calmly, \"You wanna come with me?\" As she asked the question, she made a loop in the rope and tied it around the creature's neck. The animal followed her with only a small tug on the rope, and E'nasha got three animals on the lead before she decided to take them out of the pen. She went over to the carts with them and attached them so they were ready to try and go down the plateau.", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" } ]

[ { "text": "Althalus\n\nHe sighed as Tyrael left, rubbing his temple. \"So, as usual, the talks with Tyrael ended on such a positive note.\" He stared at Alaira in blatant surprise as she spoke, and for a few moments afterwards. \"By the Gods is that what you think? That I think you're a beast?\" He stood up and hugged the half elf, speaking quietly in her ear. \"If you ever call yourself a beast, monster, animal, or whatever insulting term you can think of again, I will slap you, with my stump no less, for letting yourself believe such complete and utter bullshit.\" He let Alaira go, then sat back down before giving her a half smile. \"By the way, Mar and I aren't married. Isn't really important. You can talk to Lucilia, just don't try to kill her please? I think we've all had enough of violence for one day.\" \n\nAlthalus looked guiltily at Lyn as Lidda examined his hand. He felt terrible for not noticing her distress sooner, but it was either speak up or let Tyrael and Alaira go at each other's throats and he knew that would only make things worse. As soon as Lidda let go of his stump to get a herb of some sort, he gently picked Lyn up again and hugged tightly her. \"I'm sorry you had to see that, my maniacal gardener.\"\n\nHe glanced at Mar, still silent, before looking between Lidda and Alaira. Reluctantly, he set Lyn down in front of Alaira and spoke with an only slightly forced cheerfulness. \"So! You have a flower to deliver to Lucilia don't you? Can't leave her waiting, can we? Why don't you and Aunty Alaira go and deliver your flower to her? I'm sure she'll be very impressed.\" He looked pointedly at Alaira, jerking his head towards Mar. Hopefully the message of 'I need Lyn gone so I can talk to Mar' would be clear. Althalus looked at Lidda then. \"Can we do the whole 'regrow my hand in a painful fashion' thing at a later date? I have other pressing matters to take care of. And no, they can't wait.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "Grey Onyx\nGrey had been... loitering outside of Lucilia's office. He had seen Satori, and for whatever reason something gave him the impression that something was wrong... while he wasn't trying to hide, he was mostly out of sight, leaning against the wall behind a decorative pillar. Of course, even if he had wanted to hide it would not work. There was no way Satori didn't know he was here. Ugh... damned psychomancy. Wait, no. He should be careful what he thinks, she'd hear. \n\nEventually, she stepped out, and that's when he noticed two others Meirin and... Eysire... guy... He had forgotten his name. He heard little of what they said, but he had heard the last bit. He approached the group, and pat the big dragon dude on the shoulder to get his attention. \"Apologies, but what is this 'situation' you speak of?\"\nAlaira Taenn\nAlaira looked down to Lyn. Poor girl... She knew that had hurt her, but as much as she didn't like it Lyn's opinion on this matter was of little consequence. Regardless of Lyn's opinion on him, Tyrael was a demon. A monster. And as bad as Alaira was, she was certainly the lesser of two evils. She pat Lyn on the head, looking apologetic when Athalus spoke up again... She froze up when he stood and... Hugged her. She was quiet as he spoke. As usual, his words made her feel stupid but... she didn't mind this time. She reached around, squeezing him closer for a moment before letting go. Such a simple gesture, but it was a lot from her. \n\n\"Y-yeah... Uh... sorry...\" She said, mumbling quietly. She just watched him pull Lyn into his lap and give her a hug. She wanted her to be safe and happy, but what was she supposed to do when that came at Lyn's expense?... She tilted her head when Lyn was more or less handed to her, pulling the child into her lap. She nodded when he spoke... yeah, she got it. She looked to Mar, but then she almost wished she didn't. She was still just... staring at things. And Alaira didn't know how to fix her, since she wouldn't brighten up even when she handed Lyn to her. And as much as she wanted to shake her and yell 'Snap out of it', she knew that that would only make things worse. \"Alright, c'mon...\" She said, rising to her feet with Lyn in her arms. Come on, let's go give Lucilia that flower while she's not... busy.\" She said with a little smile, patting her on the head as she left the room...", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Annabeth Gultch\n\nRiding Samson as hard as she could, Annabeth switched between manuvering the horse and shooting arrows at the Roc's face. She was hoping to land a lucky shot and get him in the eye, but so far she'd be lucky if she could even get the arrows to sink into the bird's breast. Despite being a massive creature, Annabeth had a bit of a hard time hitting the Roc in full gallop, and less lucky doing any notable harm. Her arrows were just too small. Worse still, Samson wasn't going quite fast enough. Without him Annabeth would have surely been eaten by the roc, but even so as the roc was freed from it's bindings it could move faster and more nimbly, making Sampson look slow. \"Faster! Come on, we got to go faster!\"\n\nBut it seemed like only the roc was getting faster. Each step gave it more momentum to move forward, and Annabeth was certain that before long the Roc would be moving fast enough to simply take flight, and which case it would be all over for Annabeth. She fired her arrows blindly at the Roc, a few hitting it's chest but failing to do any serious harm. She would need to cast another blinding light at it in the hopes of dazing it, or maybe cast a stronger illusion. But she was getting tired from just trying to shoot from the back of Samson, and was uncertain she could cast too many spells before her body would give up. She needed to conserve her energy, but at this rate she might lose her life first.\n\nThat's when a miracle happened. From the darkness came Colette's bat, but it was... Different. It was bigger for one, and for the shot moment Annabeth saw it it had horns. The girl wasn't sure what happened, either Colette got a new demon or something else was attacking the roc, but it did distract the beast long enough for Annabeth and Samson to get more breathing room. \n\n\"EVERYONE OUT OF THE WAY\"\n\nAnnabeth turned her head just in time to see Eural and Colette burst out from the forest. There was a look in Colette's eye that screamed power and fury. Of course she also just screamed for Annabeth to get out of the way, so she pulled on Samson's reigns and gave Colette a clear shot. The Roc didn't know what hit it. The balista bolt, originally just something that Annabeth hoped would incapacitate the monster, was able to pierce through the beast's tough hide and kill it on the spot. It's death throes made Annabeth's hears hurt and nearly made Samson run off in a frenzy, but as quickly as it came the scream stopped. Annabeth looked at the dead roc.\n\n\"We did it! Colette! You did it!\"\n\nRiding up to the side of the wagon Annabeth smiled to her friend. Just moments before Colette was a meek and uncertain little girl. And now she just killed a roc.\n\nSatori\n\nSatori had a vague notion that Ssarak was near by. Her mind was on other things, but still she was able to respond to Ssarak after doing a bit of digging through Meirin's mind. It only affirmed Satori's worries about what Lucilia did, as well as made Satori aware of the girl's more... Intimate thoughts. \"Hmm... It's certainly something that he needs to know. It... Would be unfair for me to stand trial against her. But even so I will speak out if I'm called on. I should report to him as soon as possible.\" As Satori was about to leave Grey arrived. Lucilia's favorite guardsmen. Satori smiled politely while sending two messages; a telepathic message to both Ssarak and Meirin, and a verbal one to Grey.\n\n\"They have concerns about one of the students who accompanied them on their mission, Alaira. She has been... Violent. It's not exactly new with her, but even so it's very worrisome for not only the college but to her fellow students as well. More so when they have to put their lives in her hands, whereas she's more interested in ending lives with her hands.\"\n\n\"I understand that you wish to see justice done, but keep what Lucilia has done a secret. We shall deal with her appropriately, and we do not need to create another disaster if word gets out. I promise you that she will be punished, and that she won't get away with this. But you must let us handle this.\"\n\nSatori sighed sadly as she put her hands to her face, entering a standing state of deep thought. \"I do hope we can do something to change her soon. At the rate she's going, I fear she may isolate herself with a bubble of hatred.\"", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" } ]

[ { "text": "Grey Onyx\nGrey looked thoughtful as he looked up toward the ceiling, considering their words... It wasn't that he didn't trust them, necessarily, but there was something... odd. Alaira... the name was somewhat familiar. Ah, yes. Now he remembered. The guard had a list of several... troublesome students. Ones that needed a closer watch than others. It wasn't a long list, and the reasons were quite varied. Alaira apparently had anger management issues and a violent streak, but others were there too. A psychomancy student with a pranking streak, a fairly... perverse vitamancer, most of the demonomancers... so on. But when Meirin spoke, he got the idea she wasn't talking about the elf... \"So, you feel this... Alaira is dangerous, then?\" He asked, summarizing what they had all told him. \n\nHe didn't know her, but he felt that something was... unfair about this whole mess. If this Alaira was such a problem, why would Lucilia send her on the mission at all? There had to be some underlying reason that such an apparently explosively violent person was sent on an escort mission... He nearly sighed when he remembered that he might as well be saying all of this out loud, since he had huge doubts that Satori would leave his mind alone when he was busy looking so deep in thought. \"Well, I trust you are all very frustrated, but perhaps you are overreacting? Tell me, what does complaining about her behind her back accomplish?\" He asked, idly scratching the back of his neck. \"Are you sure your intentions are totally pure? Are you doing this because you are legitimately concerned, or are you doing this because you feel bitter about her reckless actions? Let me tell you, there are a fair amount of truly revolting people here, yet we accept them and give them a place to live. Are you absolutely sure you cannot just forgive her and move on?\" of course, he knew that they might have trouble with something like that... After all, most weren't quite as... merciful as he was.\n\nAlaira Taenn\nAlaira sighed quietly as she carried Lyn along... She wasn't sure what she would say to Lucilia or what she would do... But for once, she didn't think she could really bring herself to be violent. Tyrael was one thing, but Lucilia... There were more good reasons to leave her be than to punch her in the face. For one thing, Lyn was pretty fond of her, and after she saw how she looked when she yelled at Tyrael, she didn't want Lyn to see her angry again today. Another was that she was SURE that Lucilia wouldn't just send her along for no reason, or out of spite. She didn't have a high opinion of her, but she knew that the vampire didn't engage in pointless cruelty. And then there was that gnawing guilt, that little voice telling her that if lyn hadn't been there to fix the bridge Meirin would've died...\n\nShe said little, simply thinking about how to get there... She didn't want to run into anyone, and she didn't want anyone to know where she was going. There was Ssarak and Meirin, who were plenty upset about this whole mess and the half-elf was fairly certain that it would be a mistake to try passing them... Then there was Tyrael, and she didn't know how he would react to her doing exactly what he had told her not to do... But... there was one way. She was standing outside, looking up to the window of Lucilia's office... It was four stories up and she was carrying a child, but she could get up there. \"Alright, Lyn... Hold on tight, okay? Auntie's gonna jump up there...\" She said softly, gently running her hand through her hair as she showed her the window... She took a deep breath as she shifted her grip on her, holding Lyn in one arm, tight as she could without crushing her... \n\nAnd then, she jumped. A burst of aeromancy carried her up to a small platform on the stonework a story up, the remains of a statue on the ground the only clue to the platform's prior occupant. Another leap took her another story up, where she landed on a small balcony. The next jump was a bit tricky, to another platform that actually had a statue... However, she made the jump well enough, the thought of what would happen if she dropped Lyn ample motivation... There was just enough room on the platform to stand, and it was only one more jump to the office... She leapt again, landing squarely on a stone platform in front of her window... Probably intended for a planter, but forever reason there wasn't one... She sat, panting with exhaustion as she hugged Lyn close... \"See? Easy...\" She said, nuzzling close... She sat like that for a moment, before knocking on Lucilia's window. \"Let us in! Lyn has a present for ya!\"", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nSmiling at Colette and her new Familiar Hyllos, the brawny girl was almost tempted to reach out and pet it. But Colette's question caught her attention first, and a look of worry was on her face. \"I don't know about saving anyone, but I do know that we needed to find those wagons. I don't know what's taking the others so long... With the roc dealt with I suppose they have more time to deal with it now, but still we should go find them.\" Annabeth dismounted from Samson and gave him a loving pat on his snout. \"Great job out there.\"\n\nAnnabeth helped Samson back into his harness to help haul the wagon. She than got onto the back of the wagon and looked over at the roc's nest. No fire, no flashes, Annabeth has no idea how things are going over there. She feared the worse. \"We need to head over to the roc's nest. Colette, could you try to use your familiar to scout ahead? See what happened to Aramir and the others? Erual, I know it's been a long day for you, but could you also get this wagon moving as close to the roc nest as you can? Worse comes to worse, we might have to go up there ourselves if the horses can't find a way down.\"\n\nLucilia Riovas\n\nLucilia read over Grey's report while drinking her sixth cup of coffee. If she was a normal human she would have quite a caffeine buzz, but as a vampire she barely registered the taste. As she read she thought about the possible culprits of this attack. She initially thought someone with access to demons; no child no matter who his lineage should be able to turn an entire village into his undead army. Not unless he was channeling a demon of considerable power. But then the report mentioned something the boy said... The wilds were returning, along with the name Narok. Lucilia was unfamiliar with the name. Was it a demon? A mage?\n\nThen there was a knock on her window. Looking at it she saw Alaira with... Lyn. Sighing, the vampire could imagine what she wanted. But surely Alaira wouldn't try anything with Lyn here, and surely she didn't intend to leave Lyn outside the window. With a wave of her hand Lucilia unlocked and opened her window for Alaira and Lyn, setting out two cups of hot chocolate for them while Lucilia sipped her coffee. \"Hello. To what do I owe the pleasure?\"\n\nSatori\n\nSatori simply shrugged her shoulders at the words of the others. \"It is truly not my say in the matter, despite how much I could gleam. We all have our problems, and fortunately many of us try to improve ourselves despite that. All I can say, and hope for, is that she makes the effort to change for the better.\" There was a glint in Satori's eyes as she turned her head sharply away from her office. She picked up something peculiar from her mind reading, something that was worth investigating. \"Hmm... Grey, are you free at the moment? I believe a creature has just entered the college. I could deal with it myself, but I would appreciate it if you could take care of it for me while I handle other matters.\"\n\nIndeed, deeper into the college a student just accidentally released a pack of feral rats. Barely sentient due to the experiments on them, but they were also quite large. The students ran in fear as the rats began to attack them, and currently they were left to roam the lower levels of the college. Certainly something a guardsmen with a spear could handle, or for Satori to deal with herself, but she had more important matters to take care of than vermin control. \n\nTyrael Marchosias\n\nTyrael returned to his forge and was considering what to make for Athalus. Or why he'd do such a thing. It was true that the demon didn't like him very much. In fact he was rather hopeful that Mar would make him leave, or kill him. Tyrael would do everything in his power to protect her, as he always did. He'd do it himself if people didn't assume he would anyways. However Tyrael was not that chaotic. He was not like the Karnage he knew he once could have been. As much as emotions drive him, like demons he had to keep a firm grip, to be able to kill them when they get out of hand. But that didn't mean he could always shut down those feelings, just like how you cannot always kill demons. Before Vorinclex would come back to taught him Tyrael found what he was looking for. He left his forge shortly after and headed back to the Infirmary. It hasn't quite been an hour yet, but assuming that Athalus and Mar weren't too foolish hopefully they haven't left yet.\n\nHe was quite disappointed when he found Athalus and Mar's bed empty. It wasn't hard for him to figure out where they went; back to their den, as if they weren't hurt at all. It angered him in many ways. For one, they were ignoring the healing for the sake of privacy. But he also felt they were avoiding him. Like they didn't want his help, which hurt him more than stabbing him in the guts. Emotions boiled inside of Tyrael as self-loathing and sadness became to creep onto him. \"Why? Why won't they let me help them? Why can't just accept my feelings?\" He said to himself. He heard the door open and turned to see Lidda and Athalus, but no Mar. Athalus was also more beaten than before, so Tyrael could imagine that Mar didn't leave without a fight. Good for her.\n\n\"You you enjoy flirting with death, Marik?\" Tyrael hissed. He generally referred people by their last name (If given) when he's trying to be professional. First names were left for personal reasons.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title)" } ]

[ { "text": "Lyn\n\nLyn giggled a bit at seeing Ssarak's surprise, his face showed it well, as he heard her speak. On seeing him lean in closer to examine the item on her neck, she tried to make it easier by closing the distance without falling off Tyrael's shoulders. He naturally won't have allowed her to fall but she wasn't excited about coming down from her perch too soon as she enjoyed it there. She didn't have to stand on her tippy toes to see over everyone's head after all and not walking was also a perk. \n\nAt mention of the same exact thing Leith made her promise, Lyn shook her head in amusement. 'I know, Leith made me promise to keep practicing when he gave it to me. Besides, I think the rune would get over heated if I used it all the time. At least, that's what Val said to Sam once.'\n\nIt was pretty clear the child had gotten around, the fact she mentioned Val telling Sam to be careful with a new rune was evidence enough. When they reached their seats, she knew it was time to get down and gently tapped Tyrael's head to put her on the ground. Clutching her candies closely and bracing to be moved, her head turned to the red haired woman when a petting zoo was mentioned. Her nose scrunched up in curiosity immediately. Through Tyrael had already answered for her, namely causing her to frown slightly since he treated her like a child, pushing her to the carousel which was another word she had never heard. First she decided to focus on Mei who had made the suggestion first. \n\n'What's a petting zoo?' She asked having never experiencing one. Her mother was a Naga and she had never been, save for sneaking on that mission with the others, outside the college since her birth. There was still much of the world she hadn't been exposed to which only increased her desire to understand what others were referring to. 'Is it like the stables? Where several animals live or something else?' \n\n'Also, Uncle Tyrael, why can't I do both? As long as you're with me, it will still be fun.'\n\nBefore her question could be answered, the show began. Her reactions were accurate for each scene as the paper dolls, each made with strings and delicate designs, bobbed about the stage. Their arms waved while a voice boomed behind them creating the narrative in the background. So engrossed, she barely heard anything afterwards or replied until it ended. That was when her uncle decided to go ahead with his earlier plans as he clapped then move to leave, bring her along. \n\n'I guess we're going to the carousel first. I hope you two don't mind?' She stated, trying to be gentle as possible. \n\nOvak\n\nOvak noticed the gesture Leith made with his finger, gently tracing the scar on his cheek and seemed to linger in his thoughts. If the archmage had to guess, his mageblood aside, he assumed Leith was replaying the result of his last mission. Noting that fact, Ovak's mind shifted through his own recollection of past 'future' images and tried to determine which had already occurred. At least those associated with the scar. Main ones that surfaced included a Wyvern, a massive assault on the college by Eania and Djarkel combining forces, and even an encounter with a newer threat yet unknown to the world itself. \n\nTaking in mind Leith's phrasing, mainly the comment about the vitamancer, he took an educated guess. \"Last mission had an encounter with a wild mage, um? Luckily you survived it and lesson well learned. Be thankful it wasn't a Wyvern, those creatures are malicious as well as hard to kill.\" \n\nUpon mention of the teachers being formidable, he nodded. \"Each one was chosen specially for their talents and experience in their magics. As for what they think, we can't control everyone's thoughts. Besides, Ovak continued, \"Anything we do, in reality, will end up rubbing someone wrong. At least this way we're not encouraging a war while informing Djarkel, Eania, and everyone else we're not exactly helpless.\"\n\nGetting a sensation his wording might've been misunderstood, Ovak chuckled then corrected himself. \n\n\"Well, I should've phrased myself better. Curiosity isn't a bad thing, but rather how you approach it is. Sometimes it even saves lives or destroys them when you are careless. Practice curiosity with caution is usually a good idea.\" \n\nOvak chuckled lightly at the student's comment over Lucilia's speech. Inwardly he caught himself stating another fact, one he viewed too grim to share with Leith as it would've stirred the trait priorly mentioned. Last thing the archmage wanted to do was to arouse bad blood between a student and a teacher. He leaned back in his chair, but before he could comment someone tapped him on the shoulder. \n\nWithout looking, he already knew who it was. Ovak's hand reached for his 'Tea' and took a brief slip, allowing Grey to address Leith, then spoke. \"Hello Grey Onyx and thank you. Also, when you return to Lucilia you might want to inform her I'll need an extra cup later tonight.\" \n\nThe archmage continued, pausing only for a breath. \"Oh, and she should wait an hour after I retire before entering my room. I'm expecting a guest later and I don't think he would appreciate additional presence besides myself. He's a very… interesting fellow to put it lightly.\"\n\nHe was about to take another sip when a thought crossed his mind, and he tacked on another point. \"And please inform her she can discard those medical tests she's at least considering running on me. I'm not nearing the end of my life and I much rather not . Besides, if things were that simple then life would be easier.\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "Leith paused when Ovak asked if his mission had an encounter with a Wild mage. He was slightly surprised that the Archmage knew about his mission. More-so at the mention of a Wild mage. The ring on his finger seemed to know about the Wild be he was hesitant to ask it. \"Well yes, I did have an encounter with a mage, but I don't really know what you mean by Wild. But that has been the second time that I have heard of it in these past few days.\"\n\nHe paused as Grey approached the table to give Ovak a cup of tea from Lucilia. He nodded to the guardsman when he said hello. \"Hello. I did enjoy the demonstrations. They were a lot different then last time. I can tell you that. How have you been?\" Leith asked. He wanted to know how Grey was doing after what had happened when the man was attacked by the Eternal Hunger during the mission. Something like that doesn't just go away, and Leith should. He had been having trouble sleeping ever since the mission. He stifled a yawn as he waited for Grey's answer.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n--- \nIronically, Ssarak was just as clueless as to what the others were describing as Lyn was. His homeland was entirely inhospitable to virtually all exotic creatures, so to attempt to gather foreign animals in such a way would require a steady supply of runes. As a result, it was not generally a profitable venture. Likewise, \"carousel\" was a word he had never even heard before, so he had no concept of what that could be. \n\nSsarak had no particular issue accompanying Tyrael, as long as Meirin was still willing to stay. The professor's personality was one of the farthest from likable possible, and he generally made no effort to act otherwise. Not to mention, he was a demon, or at least, a fallen. There was a definite distinction between the two, but for most of those who were not demonmancers, they were one in the same. It was surprising to Ssarak that Lyn actually liked being around him, though Ssarak mostly attributed that to her youthful innocence. At the very least, Ssarak could respect Tyrael's abilities, his consistency, and the fact that he was seemingly loyal to the College. \n\n\"Being that I am unfamiliar with either of those, anything you do will likely be new to me. The performance we just watched was certainly a new experience.\" Ssarak commented.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Enzius Zarbath and Lucilia Riovas\n\nEnzius looked back to the seat and could tell that if he sat down he wouldn't be able to see the vampire. Instead, he nimbly leaped off the table and landed on the chair, standing with arms crossed. His face took on a slight scowl, as was his usual look, but it changed slightly with grudging admiration \"I must admit, Madame Riovas, the college is an impressive sight.\"\n\nNodding her head in agreement Lucilia laced her fingers together and looked at Enzius. \"I'm glad you see it so, Sir Zarbath. The college represents the unfied effort of all the people in Tiien, dedicated to the goal of teaching the future generation and protecting it from threats from all around.\" The common speigel, what the college also does is manufacture and provide magical product and services world wide, and Lucilia uses that monopoly in order to make sure the college never falls into the hands of any nation. At least none under her control.\n\n\"But as this is a formal celebtration, I'm afraid I'm ill prepared to have you formally introduced into the college. Paperwork needs to be filled out, a tour provided, seminars, a background check, that sort of thing. If you come visit me again tomorrow, I can provide you everything you need in order to apply to the college of Twilight.\"\n\nEnzius ears twitched at the phrase 'background check'. He wasn't really sure what that entailed, but he was sure he didn't like the sound of it. \"What do you mean, background check? I have told you I am from the Clan Enfeah. I come from a line of Cryomancers, all of which enrolled in this college. What more is there?\" His scowl had returned, he was a very impatient person and was already tired from traveling miles and miles only to be told come back tommorow.\n\nLucilia closed her eyes and internally sighed in her mind. \"One of those people.\" When she opened her eyes her unnaturally red and glowing eyes looked straight into Enzius's. She moved her hands close to her mouth, concealing whatever emotion her face would show. All he would have as a tell was her eyes, which while glowing with some sort of occult power, were also lifeless.\n\n\"Here are the college we do not descriminate between one's race, history, or relations. That being said, we must conduct a standardized background check on everyone who wishes to be part of the college. This way should any incidents occur involving you, we can apply whatever information we have on hand in order to come to a solution. Additionally, we do these background checks in order to ensure that fugatives of other nations do not intend to apply to the college in order to seek asylum for their actions, nor bring harm to our students. Now, you mentioned that your family has a history at the college. While this will certainly make for a good recommendation for you, understand that I do not have these records on hand to verify those facts. Thus, I'll need some time in order to make sure what you say is true. In the mean time you're free to take up occupancy in our guest rooms, and enjoy the feast and celebrations.\"\n\nWhile Lucilia wouldn't be so quick to call Enzius a phony, too often does Lucilia have to deal with magically inept criminals who thought that the college's mercy, free room and board, and largely free education will allow them to run away from their past. But Lucilia makes sure that isn't the case. While it won't be fair to accuse every college hopefully of being that type of scum, she has these methods in place to weed out the weak ones. Simply being capable of magic isn't enough to join the college; it's a thing of dedication and loyalty. The paperwork tested the former.\n\nEnzius looked straight into Lucilia's eyes and it was as cold as the Northern Frozen Coast. His form started to swirl with frost as he listened to her speech. A Criminal. Him? Enzius closed his eyes as she finished and concentrated on his Grandfather's words \"Anger leads to the blizzard and that blizzard will consume you.\" He took a breath and the frost he had been emitting slowly stopped, though the wooden chair he was standing on was covered in frost. He opened his eyes and looked Lucilia in the eyes and said \"Please forgive me for my brashness. I was raised in a particular way. We have a saying where I'm from. What you don't accomplish today, will kill you tommorow. I will await your decision.\" \n\nEnzius bowed slightly, muttering a departing phrase in his native tongue. He dropped off the chair and saw himself out, sighing as he exited the room. He looked around for a servant and asked them where the guest rooms were. They pointed him in the right direction and he made his way there.\n\nSighing, Lucilia looked back at the emtpy chair. It's not that she wanted to be harsh, but with some of these people a firm word was needed. Lucilia can't afford to be soft like Khan or Ovak. There were... Expectations of her. And standards. But now that this little moment passed, Lucilia had to move on. Using her magic to remove the makeshift chair the next meal was given to the teachers. When the servants came to give her food Lucilia leaned towards one of them. \"Go ahead and give my serving to Enzius Zarbath, in the guest quarters.\"\n\nEnzius sat cross-legged in the middle of his room, a bowl of water sitting in front of him. His eyes were closed and his hand was on the rim of the bowl. He focused on his Grandfather's words \"Snow and Ice is much more like fire than most think. Too much kindling, the fire will rage and become dangerous. But not enough and it will die out.\" Enzius concentrated on spreading throughout the water, his power was limitless, nothing could stop him. But he must also control it, or it will cause more destruction than anyone could ever imagine. Frost spread throughout the bowl as the water began to slowly freeze. Enzius began to sweat as he concentrated harder, knowing he was making progress. A loud, obnoxious knock interupted him and he was startled out of his revierie. He stared down at the bowl through a furrowed brow, the wood coevered in frost and tiny specks of ice flotaing in the water. He scowled and got to his feet, opening the door. A servant presented some food and a note. He took the plate of food and the note, setting the plate on an end table. He opened the note and started to read.\n\n\"Don't let the ice in your heart forget the warmth of love.\"\n\nEnzius put down the note and picked up a slice of cheese and took a bite. It was incredibly tasty.", "username": "The Survivor", "char_name": "Enzius Zarbath" }, { "text": "Colette\n\nColette sighed and finally picked up the chest. She quickly returned to her room to put it back under her bed before she returned to the fesst. She noticed that Lucllia was back also back. She smiled Gael that she loved her candy tonight. She knew already that the effect of tasting the candy gave her finally wore off so she was back to only able to tasting blood. Perhaps when she had more time she could make the effect even more than just a few minutes.\n\nShe looked at Hyllos and told her she could fly around if she wasted to before she went to loom for someone to talk to. At the corner of her eye, she saw Annabeth sitting there. \n\n[i]'Hmm we haven't talked since the mission. I hope she doesn't hate me because I fed off her'[i] that thought made a pang of guilty was go through her p, but she buried it knowing that she should be happy for the festival. She slowly made her way to Annabeth until she stood behind her.\n\n\"Hi Annabeth\" she said nervously playing with her braided hair wondering if she would like her new outfit as well.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "Keri Wolf\n\nKeri walked a few steps back. Her nervous look formed into a glare. She allowed her eyes to dart to the right. This path was mostly clear. Keri's eyes then shifted to the left. Too much meat in my way to escape.\n\n\"I'm not nervous. I'm looking for someone. Her name is Satori.\" She said in almost a hiss.\n\nThis wasn't the first time a stranger approached her and it probably wouldn't be the last. Keri's mind almost replayed the tragic events. Her body formed shivers down her spine. She violently shook her head clear. Stop thinking about it. Find Satori first then back to hunting them down.\n\nKeri took a deep breath. Her throat began to burn. She felt her body trying to go into a crouch but she refused to let the action happen. Suddenly she sensed something off around her. It was somewhat a familiar smell but different causing ripples goosebumps on Keri's arms.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAs Annabeth looked for Khan she heard a familiar voice behind her. Turning and she saw Colette, dressed fine as always. Annabeth wondered how many fancy dresses Colette has. Must be a perk of being Lucilia's friend. Annabeth also noticed her friend had a box with her. A bit small and doesn't really match her dress, Annabeth guessed it was a gift of some sort. Thinking about it, it has been almost a year since the two of them enrolled at the college. Things have been very eventful. Why just a few days ago, Annabeth was fed off this same girl. Instinctively, Annabeth touched her neck. The marks where Colette fed from Annabeth was gone, now replaced by love bites from either Aramir or Myrn. \"I guess in a way, Colette was my first.\" Laughing that dirty thought aside Annabeth approached her vampire friend.\n\n\"Hello Colette! You look amazing, as usual. Though I'm a bit surprised to see you out here! You're normally so... Shy.\" Of course if Colette wanted to change and be more outgoing, that was good. Annabeth would be proud of that. Now that she thought about it, perhaps she should introduce Colette to some of her family. Which only reminded Annabeth what she needed to be doing. \"Oh! Colette, have you seen the headmaster, Khan, around? I need to ask a favor of him!\"", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" } ]

[ { "text": "Enzius Zarbath, Lyn's Hunt\n\nEnzius sat in the meadow, legs crossed and eyes closed. He listened with mild interest to Mar's and Althalus's banter. He had to admit he didn't fully trust Althalus, he found the magic of Noxomancy unnatural and dangerous. The ability to control disease is like playing with the most volatile fire in Enzius's eyes. He was nice enough, Enzius supposed, but things aren't always as it seemed. Mar was a lot like Enzius in the whole, not so great at making friends. But she seemed like a good person who cared for her family, a valuable attribute in the clan. His ears twitched as he heard branches snapping with the force of some creature. His eyes opened as he saw an incredibly large creature. It was beautiful. He assumed Mar wanted him to handle it. He was on his feet, sprinting towards the creature at a high speed. Even though Lyn was growing at an incredible rate, there was no way she could take on this creature. Enzius unsheathed his sword and leaped up into the air. His agile form enabled him to leap up to 7 feet in the air from the ground. He vaulted off the tree slightly in front of the creature. Enzius swung his sword towards the beefiest part of it's right leg. A spurt of blood followed the attack. The animal made a pained sound and turned around, digging it's hooves into the dirt. The Snow Elf rolled away as the creature took off in the opposite direction. He landed neatly on his feet and watched the beast flee, away from Lyn. He sheathed his sword and walked to the middle of the meadow, sitting down again.", "username": "The Survivor", "char_name": "Enzius Zarbath" }, { "text": "Baulder, catacombs\n\n\"Yes, yes, grab the skiffs. We will need them, I will anyways.\" Baulder said as he finished placing his bedding in the pack he had been given by Tyrael for the expedition. Really his bedding was just what sheets he had on his bed folded up and put in the bag with the other items he had been given. Until Tyrael had actually told him that he would need to bring things into the Ravine Baulder was ready to go with just the demon's bane weapons he had been given after completing the lobster hunt with him. It was then descibed to him in such a way that he remembered the long trek here. Though there would be less water on the way, he wondered if there would be as much food though. John had started tasting more salty and vile as of late. Though he had also changed in more than that respect.\n\n\"Gggg-yeeee-gs, grab ssss-kiff. Fill g-yesss.\" John Cena managed to spit out with his very crude common. John had acquired a scarily similar likeness to Baulder himself. Though he was still mostly red skinned, his feet weren't quite like his own yet, and his hair was still an odd shade of blue he had become very much like him. When E'nasha had informed him that there was only one of him Baulder became depressed whenever he contemplated the idea. This showed in his emotional interactions with John Cena, while mutilating the demon with a new found fervor he learned something in his studies with Tyrael. Imps, like John, could be molded by their summoners through time. Baulder then concluded that he could be him. If another one of him didn't just exist he could make one. While initially there was not much progress in this area after about a month the demon began changing. While before he had tried to sculpt the demon into himself, which got him more than a few wounds, he took a different approach. He kept focusing on what he wanted to the demon to do and telling it. While he never fully gave up the physical rearrangement it did fall out of practice for the most part. Teaching the demon common was one of the more interesting things however. \n\nWhen he wasn't doing odd jobs for Tyrael he was reading up on how to teach a demon language. He found the best thing became to get John to mimic himself. While he wasn't sure entirely if he knew what any of the words he was saying actually meant Baulder was confident that if he kept using them he would get it eventually. But at the same time Baulder had to stop eating the demon for the most part as not only was his meat very salty his blood would actually dry out Baulder's mouth now. While Baulder was annoyed by this he guessed Khan did warn him. This had been where most of time had been spent in the last couple of months, so he did not have a terrible amount of gold but it was enough to go down to Underhaven every so often for a fresh uncooked lamb. \"Yes fill the water on the way down.\" Baulder then turned back to the demon who was playing around with the muscles in his face. Baulder got a quick laugh out of this before saying. We will see you in the Inferno again, soon.\" Continuing to play with his Baulder sent the demon back to his home and turned back to his bag and picked it up and put it over his shoulders. He put his two blades at his sides in the sheaths that they came with and slid the extra demon bane knife he had been given into a sheath that was tied onto his back pack. \n\nWhile on his way down to the catacombs Baulder had filled up his multiple water skiffs that he had brought with him on that trek so long ago from the college water source. He even grabbed a chunk of bread to eat on the way down. He was excited to head back into the fiery hellscape again. Now that he knew what he would be looking at he hoped Tyrael would show him the fire demon again. For some reason he had not forgot her, it was something that had been in the back of his mind for all this time. Though he just hoped his clothing did not set on fire if he met the demon again. His clothing was all made of mostly cloth but he had managed to acquire some leather bracers from a caravan that had passed through last month. He also had some leather he could wrap his feet in if the terrain became particularly bad.\n\nWhen he came apon the gathered students and Tyrael outside the stone gate he quickly made a beeline for his teacher. \"Master Tyrael, I have a particular question. If John Cena is killed and eaten while in the Inferno how long do I have to wait for him again? To reform I mean, I haven't gotten to do much reading about the inside of the Inferno yet.\"", "username": "cqbexpt", "char_name": "\"Scarred hand\", \"Midnight\", Baulder" }, { "text": "Keri Wolf Lyn's hunt\n\nKeri had decided to stay a vampire after the feast. This had so far proven to be a good choice except for Lucilla's hard training and Satori's paranoia. She had decided to keep her vampirism as a reminder for what had happened, mainly wanting to use this new power towards her ultimate goal. However this had caused her friend to be on constant watch. Thankfully this hunt had provided a new learning experience away from Satori's watching gaze. As much worry as her friend had displayed she decided to get a rune that allowed to call Satori when needed.\n\nKeri moved her thoughts towards the mission ahead of her. The sleeveless shirt she wore was a faded green. She wore a her usual brown tight pants. Keri walked towards her wardrobe searching for her most prized possession. A sigh of relief passed her lips as the necklace come into view. She grabbed the necklace as she once again studied the new rune on it. Keri reminded herself to keep moving as she placed the necklace in it's rightful place. She glanced at her doorway to see if her practice bow was next to her new sword hoister. A gift from Val when Keri started working down at the forge. She grabbed her mother's old sword, placing it inside it's new holder. She place the quiver of arrows as well as the sword on her back. The last things Keri had grabbed was the recently bought Phylactery and bag of candies before receiving any other required supplies before setting out.\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nThe branch shifted underneath Keri's feet as she moved away from the trunk. Her eyes intently focused around her for any form of movement. She allowed herself a peek towards Lyn only to see the teddy bear move in her line of sight. She stepped back in surprise only to cause herself to fall backwards. Keri unsuccessful tried to land on her feet. In the end she had landed on her back in front of E'nasha.\n\n\" Damn bear! Why did Lyn have to bring the thing anyways. Are you alright E'nasha?\"She said while groaning in pain.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" } ]

[ { "text": "Lira was silently wandering the open field, enjoying the grass under her toes. She had been walking for a while and had gotten use to the gentle or rapid changes depending on the terrain. She was so used to it she hadn't notice the change of hollow ground under her feet till it broke away. She screamed out as she plummeted into the unknown.When the echoed noise of the collapsed tunnel subsided did she uncurl from her ball. She inspected herself for broken bones finding only bruises on top of already sore muscles. She carefully stood back on her feet listening around hearing the whistle of the wind as it blew over the hole she had fallen into.\n\"Well I won't be climbing out of here any time soon\" She muttered sniffed the air catching a faint coppery sent. \n\"Blood? Is some one hurt? Or maybe there's a copper vine down here, where ever here is exactly\" She mutter placing her hand on the wall as she began to walk away from the sent and away from the hole, though soon found out that it wasn't a good idea as she felt bones of a long since dead corps.\n\"Okay that's just gross\" She said making a ew face and wandered a bit blindly using her ears to find her way around though still manage to walk into a few walls.", "username": "Sento", "char_name": "Lira" }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nRunning through the forest, flashes of steel cut through the trees and brush, scaring off birds and little animals. As meirin ran past, she was able to pick up a few of her throwing stars, swiftly putting them back into her pouch. She was trying to to find an animal that Lyn can try to take down, but so far she hasn't had any luck getting anything good. Meirin hoped to have Lyn start with a fox or perhaps rabbit, but the rabbits were too fast and Meirin never found a fox yet. She did see some wolves, but Meirin was uncertain if Lyn was ready for them, even if she wounded them a bit. Perhaps a deer, but Meirin had a hard time getting close to them. Their nose were quite sharp, and despite Meirin's best efforts her natural musk gave her away even when she was down-wind. \n\nFor a moment Meirin stopped for a breather. She's been running around all morning trying to find animals for Lyn to take out, but the monk girl hasn't even managed to wound one. It was somewhat self-conscience; hunting wasn't really something Meirin did. Sure she'd kill an animal if she had to, even help butcher one, but hunting wasn't something Meirin grew up to do. She was more prepared to hunt and take out a bandit then she was a bunny. But Meirin was always willing to give help to Lyn and her family, even doing things she's not used to. Though perhaps Meirin would have more luck if she worked with her partners; she was only suppose to be scouting for potential prey. Meirin's own arrogance in her skills with the Shuriken made her believe she could wound a rabbit, but instead of a grazing cut she just missed. Sighing, Meirin went to find Summer and Leith. Perhaps they were having better luck then she was.\n\nAs Meirin was looking for Summer, she heard Leith call out. \"Hey! There's a rabbit headed your way, try to push it towards the meadow!\" Looking around Meirin didn't see Summer, but did see the rabbit. \"you got this Summer! I have your back!\" As Meirin said that she carefully held her spear in her hand while her other hand took out two shurikens, ready to help redirect the bunny once Summer manages to get it to head into the meadow. \n\nMyrn Vaan'Atisha\n\nMyrn caught up to the others as they entered through the catacomb doors. She carried more-or-less the usual gear she would have while on the road. Travel rations that could last her a few days, a bedroll, torches, flint and steel, a gallon of water, a whetstone, compass, and most importantly a map. And not just any map, but a map of the catacombs. Myrn had to scour through the library for this, but hearing about where she was going Myrn wanted to make sure she knew as much as she could. The map was about two years old, but she didn't think the college would have renovated the catacombs much in the past two years. Things looked fairly aligned as they were going through the entrance. \"Hello everyone! I'm Myrn Vaan'Atisha, at your service.\"\n\nThe wood elf was quietly keeping track of the team's progress when Tyrael stopped them. He was looking voer a corpse which Myrn knew was a Ridge Hound. She saw a few of them in Yarosmere once, and knew they were a local of the Ravine. It didn't take long for Myrn to figure out that something was wrong before Tyrael explained it to them. He divided everyone up into teams, to which Myrn responded by taking out her sword. \"Ridge Hounds! I've never faced them before. This will be fun!\" Myrn said cheerfully as she took some practiced swings with her Dar'Missan.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n--- \n\nSsarak was surprised when Tyrael instructed them all to go ahead and start following him into the catacombs. Only a few students had arrived to join in the mission, and Ssarak had been expecting more. He knew that Tyrael was only using volunteers, instead of conscripting students to help, but he had thought there were more students in the College willing to accept such danger. It was only once another student, who identified herself as Myrn, came running up behind them that Ssarak realized Tyrael was simply leaving without them. For a matter of life and death such as this, Ssarak certainly did not approve. \n\nAs for the catacombs themselves, Ssarak was not terribly worried as the group was moving through. They had a foul smell and were filled with the bones and corpses of the dead, but he did not feel greatly threatened as of yet. His armor would easily protect the majority of his body from the diseased vermin Tyrael mentioned. He needed only be cautious of his wings. It was not terribly likely for him to be infected if it was just the membrane which was bitten, but there were other parts of his wings which were vulnerable. At the very least, they were not accessible from the ground. \n\nOnce the group came across the strange corpse, which Tyrael identified as a ridge hound, the atmosphere became much more tense. Evidently, creatures from the Ravine had made their way into the catacombs underneath the College. They did not need an explanation to know why that could be danger to those above. Tyrael instructed them to split into groups, and for Ssarak to join him. \n\nWith a simple nod, Ssarak drew his blade from its scabbard and held it in a two-handed, ready position. Currently, the weight was very light and close to the hilt, so the two-handed grip was not necessary, but it would allow him to swing faster in an emergency. He followed attentively behind Tyrael, allowing enough distance that both of them could swing freely if they were ambushed.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Annabeth Gultch\n\n\"No, me and Samson are fine. They acted tough, but a few tricks and they were sent running. Though you do have a point, little Lyn. I think too many people are here, scaring off all the game...\" Of course Annabeth wanted to help, but not only were Lyn, Alaira, Athalus, and Mar were here, but so were Summer, Leith, Meirin, E'nasha, and Keri. In total, ten people, running around the meadows trying to both keep the big monsters away from Lyn while also trying to lure prey for her. \"Too many cooks spoil the soup\" they say, and in this instance too many hunters scare away the prey. \"Perhaps I should go and make sure to scare off just the predators. I'm sure once the animals figure out that there aren't any predators around here they might try to come over. It helps if you and Alaira hide, and me and Samson aren't around.\"\n\nBut before Annabeth could implement her plan, something was coming. The first sign was when she saw fog rolling it. She didn't know how to track the weather, but even for the Twilight College they shouldn't be having any fog today. It was suppose to be clear and sunny (Or at sunny as the Twilight College can be). So she knew something was wrong. And she was certain when she saw the hellish horse coming their way. Immediately Annabeth focused her telepathy on the monster, though she could tell it was no mere animal. Still, a creature like that surely had no wards to speak of, and this way Annabeth could keep track of it's intentions and act accordingly. But even without reading it's mind she knew that the creature was charging to attack Lyn. If it was anything like a normal animal, it'd only make sense that it'd go after what it thought was the weakest and most vulnerable. \"Lyn, don't be scared! This... This is what you've been training for!\"\n\nWhile her focus was mostly on the dark horse, Annabeth could still use some spells directed towards Lyn. One of them was a Pathokinesis spell, and the only one Annabeth knew how to do properly: Calming. She knew Lyn was scared, and frankly Annabeth was rather frighten too. But they needed to be brave and not let their fear overtake them. Annabeth knew from Satori that fear was one of the most detrimental states of mind for a mage, and certainly for a hunter as well. Fear was a sign telling you that you aren't prepared to face your problem. Fear led to anger and desperation, and if Lyn did either of those there was no telling what may happen to her. So Annabeth needed Lyn to put aside her fear so she can think clearly and do something she can do. Meanwhile, Annabeth did what she could do: Fight.\n\n\"Alaira, take Lyn away from the creature, it's after her! I can catch up to it on Samson but you're the only one who can fight it up close!\" Not that Annabeth can't, and Samson was able to give a good kick too, but the reason she couldn't right now was because she took out her bow to take a shot at the creature. She knew that it was capable of some sort of magic, what with the ominous fog and the fact it looked like it was in the process of turning into a shadow. But even with that knowledge Annabeth had no clue what it was doing. But she couldn't just sit here and do nothing, so Annabeth drew and arrow and fired in the direction the hell horse was charging down. She needed to know if it was going to dodge of if it was tough enough to take an arrow, and either way Annabeth already had another arrow ready to take a shot as she and Samson moved out of the way, ready to flank the monster.\n\nTyrael Marchosias\n\nTyrael looked over to Colette, who had the gall to actually ask him how the ravine creatures got into the catacombs. \"That is what I am going to find out. The entrance is hidden is hidden by a puzzle. These creatures are too foolish to solve it. So something else must have entered. Now go! No more questions! Leave none alive.\" Tyrael said with a hint of anger. Not directed at Colette, simply anger at the situation. This was suppose to be a simply hunt-and-retrial mission. He swore that if he finds out who inconvenienced him like this, he was going to eat their hearts. So Tyrael and presumably Ssarak left the group behind and headed straight towards the entrance of the Ravine.\n\nOf course it wasn't going to be so simply for the two. By the time they were far away from the other students, Tyrael stopped and sniffed the air. He could smell the preserved corpses in the air, which normally shouldn't be possible since they were sealed inside stone caskets. The smell was relatively fresh (As fresh as preserved corpses can be), which told him that there were rigid hounds nearby, using their combined strength to pull the caskets out from their holes and eating the corpses within. The smell was too thick all around to tell where they were exactly, but Tyrael at least knew they were around. While exterminating the Rigid Hounds were something he wanted the students to do, he would also do his part in eradicating them all. \"Ready yourself, Dyreackthanose. Here they come.\" Tyrael put one of his large javelin-sized arrows onto his bowstring, aiming down the hall as a swarm of twenty Rigid Hounds were making a mad charge towards the two.\n\nMeanwhile things were not easy for Lira. Her fall, as well as her voice, were heard by a Rigid Hound. Only a soft panting was all the other packmates needed to know, and soon a group of ten went off to find the swamp orc. The catacomb was, thankfully, large enough that they would not find her immediately. But she would know when they get close; the mass stamping of their feet made sure that Lira was all too aware of the coming pack of man-eating monsters.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "Lira stretched finding a slightly less stench fill part of the catacombs, and sat down relaxing for a bit. Her eyes closed just for a brief second or least she though it was. She was startled by the sound of thumping feet. She swore under her breath and got up running off getting lost and ending up in a dead end. She back tracked and decide running probably wasn't the smartest thing, she calmed herself down and tried to think and searched for something to defend herself with, though tried to be quiet. Maybe if I hide in a casket they will think I'm just another corps and pass me, then again maybe not she thought flinching when something clattered", "username": "Sento", "char_name": "Lira" }, { "text": "Alaira TaennAlaira let out a soft little laugh when the girl seemed surprised, not at all worried about catching a knife in her for her trouble... It was good that she was alert, if a bit jumpy. She gently rubbed her head in a soothing manner, looking around before crouching low to the ground to search for prey...\"Don't worry about it~...\" She said quietly, scanning the horizon. \"I'm here, remember? Nothing's gonna hurt you on my watch.\"\n\nShe looked up to Annabeth... There might perhaps be too many people, Lyn was a popular one. She was about to say something along the lines of 'Probably the big-ass horse' to her, but she kept it to herself. She was a lot nicer, at least outwardly, when she was around the little tyke. \"Try to get a ways off, yeah? I can keep low over here...\" She said... \n\nShe heard it first. Rustlings in the grass, vermin fleeing in terror across the grasses en mass. She looked about to the source, gasping slightly at the sight... \"A Nitemare, here?\" She whispered, shaking her head... She'd fought such creatures before, though she'd never killed one herself... Her expression hardened as she rose to her feet, readying her blade... Before she could talk though, Annabeth gave her orders... No, that was a terrible idea! She'd been trying to listen to people more lately, but she'd faced creatures like this before, she knew how to deal with them. \n\nShe grabbed Lyn quickly, less concerned with handling her gently with the situation as she placed her on the horse with Annabeth, slapping its flank. \"No, get some distance! I can handle it, just keep her away!\" She said urgently, turning to see it charge... Along wiht a terrible shriek. She knew what was coming... She didn't have much time. She dashed about fifteen feet from where it shrieked, readying her blade to meet its charge head on, slightly to the side. She'd aim a cleaving blow with her weapon right where its legs would be when it left the veil and re-entered their world... \"Come on... Come on then.\" She growled.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nMeirin chased the rabbit with Summer, staying a bit behind her in case the rabbit tried to make a detour. She jumped over obstacles with use, using her spear to vault her over trees and branches too thick or too high for her to jump under her own power. There was too much on the forest floor for Meirin to be able to get a clear shot with her shurikens, so she just had to keep running. Eventually Meirin reached the meadows where she saw the rabbit get attacked by a badger. Or what she thought was a badger, it was too far for Meirin to make the details. \"Summer, that badger is going to take-\"\n\nAs Meirin was yelling for Summer, she noticed a similar badger at Summer's feat. Knowing the ferocity of such creatures, Meirin was immediately concerned for Summer's safety. \"SUMMER WATCH OUT!\" With careful aim, Meirin tossed her throwing star right at the creature at Summer's feet. Meirin was certain that she wouldn't hit Summer, though she couldn't say the same about the creature at her feet. But once more, Meirin was still too far away to identify it as anything other than a badger. And she's never seen one outside of some of the books Ssarak shows her.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" } ]

[ { "text": "Lira had been laying the casket she could hear the fighting not even a few paces from her. With out meaning to she had began to doze off which was a mistake, Especially when she felt the casket move. It wasn't all of the sudden just inching before she felt it. The casket falling with her inside, she tried to push the lid hoping maybe she could just jump away or fall slower then the stone, but it was stuck meaning she was going to crash with it inside . Lira swore and curled up in a ball waiting for the solid ground to catch up. It hurt like hell when she finally hit ground, the casket itself shattered and killed a few hounds in the process if not injured them. Lira was dazed laying there when she heard someone asking what she was doing. Or was it who she was, either case it was short as the noise of the hounds attacking the person. When her sense finally gathered themselves she heard the request for help armed with only a dull weak knife she grabbed a smaller chunk of the casket and threw it hitting the hound over the person in the head. Lira hoped it was either dead or distracted as she ran up and stabbed the creature in the eye. Though she was aiming for its neck.", "username": "Sento", "char_name": "Lira" }, { "text": "Lyn's Hunt\n\nGroup 4: Paich\n\nWhile the female wiggled and squirmed, trying to get upright quickly. Her feet touched the side and started ever slowly to pull her to one side. It wasn't fast enough while Leith's water swirled and hovered above her. Meanwhile the male was hard at work. His paws shoving harder and faster, trying to edge to his mate. A small mound of dirt appeared just when Leith's water shot down. Abruptly there was a blur of movement, the dark grey mingled and streaked at the water causing it to scatter in all directed before impact. The water had missed the female as the male shot out of a hidden hole then sprang in between it and the female, his shell suffering a minor crack from the drill before attacking it. As originally intended, the Paich managed to smack the female's side allowing her to roll onto her belly and vanish into the nearest ground. \n\nDespite what seemed like a failed attack, Leith's attack had managed to injury the male leaving a small smear of blood behind. \n\nAs Summer aided Leith out of the makeshift trap, Meirin channeled her aeromancy right into the hole. Wind whipped and howled through the various paths moving through the area they were in. Several tunnels collapse as they left behind several inch deep gutters riddling their battle grounds and revealing each single hole that was carefully hidden by blowing out the loose dirt blocking the entrance. Deep within these pathways, the male and female both cling tightly to roots and buried their claws into the soft dirt. It wasn't a firm hold so when the others left Meirin alone, two Paich promptly were shot out of their holes. \n\nOne came out from behind where Meirin had leapt and within striking range. When she came down, her spear skirted the side and pinned the creature to the ground. However, one thing she might notice was the creature's back stopped her weapon from escaping out the other side. Like an armored beetle, its hide was too tough for normal weapons to penetrate and she had gotten lucky in her attack. If she had hit directly on its back, her blade would've had no effect save pinning it down and making it tighten into a half ball for protection. It would've been like trying to kill a turtle curled up in his shell. \n\nIf she was fast enough, she could easily send it into a local tree where the creature would be stun enough for her to finish the job. Meanwhile, the female was directly across from Meirin's location and would quickly vanish when the girl spotted her spell. \n\nKeri vs Ellys\n\nEllys didn't hesitate or reply, she reacted. Her tail smacked the vampire about the knees, coiling about and twisting her until she was within striking distance. Immediately the Naga's tail constricted. Pressure was applied as Keri's bones started to crack and break, the right leg the first to buckle under her strength. The snake like tail slithered about and gained height, reaching her waist and soon her torso and arms if Ellys wasn't stopped. The Naga's head tilted back then opened her mouth, revealing two pointed fangs. She intended to use her venom to paralyze the woman while she went after the child, making Keri helpless. \n\nCatacombs\n\nLyamis spotted a few ridge hounds that had been darting down the corridors their claws clicked and body bouncing closer in a rush. Immediately the male naga lifted his spear and angled it into a downward jab when the vermin came charging in. \n\nLyamis and several Naga reared, their weapons at the ready, when the wall a few meters away crashed apart. A man, tall and thick, trampled through the dust and brick foundation. His boots brought him quickly out into the most of battle. The jittery female Ssarak had encountered had shifted and almost whipped out her tail, reacting in her extreme beer Lyamis snapped out an order. It was a mere warning glare, his body raised an additional foot over the average Yarsomere human as he let out a soft warning hiss. \n\nYoung naga were over emotional, their mind still trying to adjust, and so they were given leeway. However older Naga behaving in such a way were frowned upon and seen to be childish. Lyamis' eyes narrowed on Ssarak, silently asking him where he learned the information and deep inside he knew. Marya. The fact she was sharing things about their inner structure unsettled the male as he made a fast pace jab upon an nearby ridge hound. The thing crumbled easily. \n\nLyamis wasn't fond to learn this Tyrael had become vicious and unreliable. If he had known it was the Karnage he had met from long ago, the very fallen Orc who was a deep friend to his sister and her sole responsibility and one who's judgement they trusted in taking Marya to the college then Lyamis would've been wondering if it was the right decision after all. He loved his sister as much as a Naga was able, but her failure in duties and relaxed tongue concerned him greatly. \n\nHe kept his thoughts to himself when he sliced another ridge hound at the leg, sending its fellows to viciously rip into it.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "E'docsil\n\nIn the chaos of the battle, the Ridge Hounds running everywhere, the Naga arriving with Ssarak, the remaining students fighting for their lives, it was easy to miss the small bat diving into a small alcove. E'docsil's hand reached out and yanked a Ridge Hound into the alcove with her. There was a tearing and shifting sound, lost in the chaos of the fight, and then Aramir stepped out of the alcove. She moved quickly towards where the Naga and Ssarak were attacking, her bow and arrows were up in an instant, aiming towards the Naga. Three arrows were launched quickly towards Lyamis, she launched another a five in quick succession at the other Naga surrounding Ssarak and Lyamis, aiming for any kill shot but the head. \"Tyrael orders said! Kill the Naga!\" She shouted, loud enough for Ssarak and the rest to hear. \n\nQuickly she fell back, towards where the real Aramir was, launching more arrows. Once she was out of sight of the Naga and Ssarak, she changed back into a bat. A quick flap of her wings later and she was behind the Naga. Quickly, she turned into Tyrael, the Demonomancy master. \"Kill them.\" She said, testing out his voice. \"Kill them all.\" With a roar she lunged towards the Naga in front of her, intent upon sending as many of them into Malice as possible and killing the Matriarch. \n\nGrey's Axe\n\nE'docsil..that bitch. She's trying to kill the Naga! Stop her Guardsman!", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)" } ]

[ { "text": "Cosh, Lyn's hunt\n\nSinys\n\nThe Cosh that was attacking Keri was ceased, then promptly felt the blade of Sinys' dagger wedge into his ribs. The flesh gave away to the weapon easily as something wet, and sticky matted the fur. The creature let out a whiffled grunt before he edged backwards but instead fell to his side, his breath labored and wheezing. He wasn't dead, but he was down for the moment. Sinys would hear the loud thump rattle in his senses and easily note the condition with the beast. \n\nWhen the blade sank in, but didn't come out as easily or clean. Sinys would note his hands become wet and slightly sticky, the substance giving off a watery, copperish ting in its scent. Blood. Even those with a less powerful scent ability would notice and identify it on smell. Through being this close, the blood overwhelmed the other scents mixing in the air because of its proximity (not because there was anything special about it). It coated his blade and his hand side well, allowing him to feel its dying warmth on his skin. \n\n\"A-am I here at a- a good ti-me?\" Sinyus asked Keri, who in turn jumped in surprise. \n\n\" How did you get over here so fast?\" The girl asked, then added before she darted off toward Althalus. \" Actually that was perfect timing. I assume you can handle that mutt.\" \n\nShe easily felt the other cosh she had ignored claw into her back, spraying dust into the air instead of blood. The Cosh thumping the ground just while she shot forward toward Althalus, putting a bit of distance between her and him. \n\nBy this time, the broken jawed beast was up again. Through the creature was struggling to continue the fight as he rushed forward to attack Sinys, hoping to knock the blinded Elf into the ground. Determined not to go down until his alpha ordered it or he was killed. Sinys' hands reacted, the bow crashing down near the neck while the arrow head followed with it. It caught the Cosh's neck side, slipping more crimson blood that flooded everything and likely stirred his instincts that death was visiting the fight. The Cosh collapsed when his throat was ripped out, ending his life. \n\nThe mutt gave one last shudder then the heat all escaped its body.\n\nKeri\n\n\"I don't know about that Athlalus. I would rather we drain him just in case. Besides the moron made his last mistake in this lifetime. I take it personally when my family is being attacked.\" Keri, the Cosh noted her eyes shifting color, then rushed forward to snatch the rag that Althalus held and dart toward the masked man. She then darted lower and tossed the rag upward, floating it just in front of MacKendrick.\n\nShe screamed while she slashed at the man's foot,\" Athalus aim for the cloth!\"\n \nWhen she ended up getting out of the man's reach, the Alpha abruptly materialize from his camouflage then sank his teeth into her foot. He snagged on the boot before his head jerked about, his feet propelling her laying body around where she was tossed against the nearest tree. The impact wasn't enough to shatter, fracture or break bone but it would several bruises that would hinder her ability to move effectively.Every movement would hurt like hell. \n \n\nHelen\n\nThe Cosh intent on hurting the red headed woman drew closer, her glittered with violence and promise of blood. Her teeth flickered in the reddish light of the Twilight the moment she flickered out of sight. Her hairs rose on end and paws treaded lightly, her long limbs easily cut down the distance. She was fully confident her camouflage would hold, making her prey, like many others, unaware of her presence. The woman crouched lower then she tossed her bag to the side. The leather satchel flinged to the side and smacked into a tree base, settling there for a moment.\n\n\"Got you,\" Helena stated in a quiet, barking chuckle. \n\nThe Cosh ignored it. \n\nHer mind was set on doing what the alpha wanted and lunged into the blade. Pain flared across the animal's jaw when the blade embedded into the creature's neck side as her fangs twisted to clamp down on Helena's forearm. The woman was right in her judgement of where the beast was, but not in how close she was, allowing the blade to miss vital organs and nail into the thick muscle in the neck. It was enough to hold the creature in place through the teeth would likely start to clamp down and crush the woman's bones unless she was able to stop it. Much like a dog that had a hold of the prey's leg, she would tear deep into muscle and start to jerk back the shove forward to get her hand like paws to pin the woman down.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "E'nasha Williams Lyn's Hunt\n\n\"I apologize in advance for this but I want you to be able to keep up with me.\"\n\nE'nasha managed to get a confused sound out before she was pulled into Keri's arms as the Vampire carried her, running up the trees she had just grown to trap one of the creatures and jumping off the tops. Well, that's one way to get a head start, and scare the hell out of the poor girl you're carrying. E'nasha held onto Keri as she kept running, a little dizzied by the speed they were going so that when Keri finally stopped and put her down she couldn't stay standing, ploping down onto the ground as Keri spoke. \n\nE'nasha watched as Keri turned back and yelled into the forest, taunting the creatures before running off, leaving her alone. She picked herself up off the ground and looked off in the direction Keri had gone for a moment, pondering whether or not to try and folow her to help and shaking her head as she decided against it. \"Ok, you go deal with ninja-monsters. I'll just...\" E'nasha spoke out loud to herself, ending the thought in a sigh. Keri'd said to go left, but was that her left or E'nasha's? Picking a direction, E'nasha cautiously walked forward. \n\nShe walked for while, and after a little bit decided that she'd probably gone the wrong way. Vampire senses weren't so strong that they could smell something that far away, right? Turning around, she hurried back in the direction she came, and kept going once she'd passed the place where Keri'd left her. Continuing on, she found what Keri must have been talking about, because there were at least three people on the ground and- oh look Keri's been thrown into a tree. \n\nOf the people on the ground, the girl closest to where she was seemed like she was dead from afar. Going over to her, E'nasha recognised her from her herbamancy classes as she checked for signs of life. This girl's name was... Summer? E'nasha didn't know she'd been holding her breath until she let it out in relief at finding a faint pulse in the girl's neck. She should be fine with some sleep, hopefully.\n\nLooking around, E'nasha started towards the next closest person, watching the fight on the other side of the clearing carefully in case someone noticed her and decided to pull her into the chaos as well.", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose- Catacombs\n\n---\n\nSsarak did not waste any time as he saw Khan approaching. When he had sent his doppelganger to Khan as a messenger, he could not change the message it delivered after it moved too far away, and it had warned that Tyrael was a possible danger. He had recognized that there was a possibility that they could talk Tyrael down, which would still leave Khan expecting a fight. But, at the time, Ssarak had felt that would be a preferable problem to face than to be forced to face down Tyrael with no help in sight. At the very least, Ssarak had thought about what he was going to say and reacted quickly to defuse the situation before any problems started. \n\nBefore Tyrael had even had a chance to speak, Ssarak had already sent a telepathic message to Khan: \"We managed to talk him down. He saw reason once we all spoke up. The danger has passed, or at least the danger from Tyrael. A master Vitamancer also attacked us, and may still be in the area. I can explain everything I witnessed regarding Tyrael, but I can understand that you may not wish to discuss it in the presence of the Naga. They are survivors from Mesa Gaan, and both they, and some of the students, received injuries from the ridge hounds we were fighting. Fortunately, Tyrael did not actually harm any of us.\" \n\nSince the headmaster possessed powerful wards that Ssarak would not even attempt to break, for multiple reasons, he could not read into Khan's mind for any response that the headmaster might have unless he specifically allowed Ssarak into his mind. Regardless, as long as he could deliver his message, the situation could hopefully resolve peacefully.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Keri Wolf Lyn's Hunt\n\nThe echoing howl rang in the air as if trying to struck fear into the student's hearts. Trees vibrated with the pained howl threatening to release the bloody scent in hopes to give farther nightmares to each person there. This sound brought a very disturbing threat with it. A promise to return blood from the one who caused it's pain. A promise of newly found violence to those whom were near. At least that was what Keri thought as she automatically flinched from the enhanced sound. Quite the down fall in her opinion though in many ways it helped.\n\nThe vampire slowly relaxed once more as the Cosh thumped to the ground. Though the sound was more muffled than before. Another problem was the bloody thing was gone. The girl's eyes darted around, trying to find something to track the mutt. A shift of grass caught her attention. A familiar outline of the paw came into view betraying the current location. This wasn't enough though. Keri knew if she wasn't careful she would most likely drain someone due to blood lust. A huge down fall for someone of her kind. A sudden dart forward as if it was attacking her but where was the question.\n\nA sudden attempted attack towards the Cosh allowed the vampire to dash right. She was still a bit faster then the damn thing even with the bruising. Granted every little twitch still send sharp pricks of pain. As if there were needles underneath the girl's skin. All she had to do was focus an not getting hit again. Easier said then done considering her luck thus far. Now all the vampire could really do was dodge and find it's weak point.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" } ]

[ { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nLyn's Hunt \n\nThe look that she shot at Sinys could almost literally burn. Pity he couldn't see it. Did he really think that was the wisest course of action? Obviously he had figured out what he Mageblood type was, and yet, this was how he wanted to go. He must not fully understand the impact of his words. \"Hone my anger?\" She asked with a huffing laugh, her tone not actually amused though. \"Because you think I've not tried that before? If I could control this easily, I honestly wouldn't be here.\"\n\nThe girl looked at him incredulously when he asked if she could light his arrow on fire. Well, yes, she could do that. But right now she might just manage to light him on fire too along with all the arrows in his quiver. She probably wouldn't, but she didn't want to chance it either. \"No,\" she said, blowing air out of her nose so she didn't say anything too nasty. It wasn't his fault afterall. \"Dunno if you've noticed, but we are surrounded by flammable things, and I'm too upset to have any kind of control. I will not light this place on fire.\"\n\nHelena looked around again now that she had moved to see if there were anyone else in need of help. The beast seemed well enough in hand and she thought she remembered seeing others nearby when she'd shown up. Now if only she could remember better so she could direct better without her glasses. \"I can brawl well enough without them,\" she said to his offer to teach her to fight blind. She didn't quite need all that much help in that area. But she could probably use some help in getting a better sense of the environment around her without. He was good with that, she had to admit. \n\n\"Is there...I mean, can you tell if there's anyone else around? I think I saw others nearby who could need your help.\" Because she wavy certain that she'd be of much assistance just now to anyone.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Keri Wolf Lyn's Hunt\n\nWhen the simmering stopped on the look of thin air laid where the creature stood. The man wouldn't let the beast go, making retreat seem impossible. Most likely the Cosh knew it was struck between a rock and a hard place. This caused the Alpha to tear and scatter both grass and dirt. Clearly the monster wasn't going down without a fight at least from the frustrated snarling and the deepening paw prints in the dirt. Deeper went the print on the left side forcing a snapping sound in Keri's ears during the guy's rush.\n\nThe vampire didn't exactly hit where she was aiming at. Thank the gods her aim had hit the invisible Cosh instead of the man. Flesh tearing and smell of blood said the girl had hit though it went more towards one side than the other. The Alpha seemed to have reappeared, though she couldn't truly confirm it, either way she smelled blood and could tell the attack must have left another thin red line on the side. Then a thump towards the ground.\n\nKeri never truly stopped at least completely mainly because if she did there was a chance she would lose the blood trail. The princess was still in trouble yet he seemed farther than when the girl left him. The familiar scent was becoming faint which was rather concerning factor. The vampire cursed at herself before completely skidding to an almost violent stopped.\" Calm down. So far as we know the bear is with our damsel. It sounded as if the frame was damaged which seemed to force it to not be able to move very well. The masked man is also with them. Come on think.\" Keri thought to herself as while she looked around.\n\nThere was a near by tree which would help give her momentum and add speed. Also something to help spot the two allies and the freaky fast white masked person. Unless in theory jumping high enough for a better view. Maybe halfway up the tree which most likely prove difficult with the bruising. The vampire knew she had to at least try. The girl dashed halfway back then turned and dashed forward. The landing wasn't even close to the halfway mark but enough to see where bear's leg was none the less. She pushed her leg off the tree landing on the ground in a crouch. Keri took off towards the battleground, gripping the sword tightly and inhaling the scent of blood, while trying to think of how to get the guy's attention. Once there the girl sliced at enemy's leg with the sword once again, ducking into a roll afterwards.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "Knight\n\n\"Yes, whore, forced! You refused to fight me, running away until you have someone more honorable to fight for you. You are a coward. A weak woman who can't stand up to her opponents, and hides behind real warriors. He,\" the knight pointed his shield at Ssarak, barely tracking Mei's movements with his eyes, \"will fight me with honor. He will not run. He is not a coward who speaks like she has courage when all she has are words!\" The knight ignored Ssarak's words. While honorable, the Esyire was clearly misguided and thought that the 'victims of Aarem' weren't savage beasts that needed to be exterminated. \"Stay quiet and cower in your corner, coward. I have an actual opponent to fight.\"\n\nHe shifted his shield into a higher position, his wince of pain hidden behind his mask. \"The Lord of Light guides my hand, and I will cleanse Aarem's filth from this world. Vampiric death by vampiric death, until my hands are stained bloody so bloody that they are darker than the night!\" The knight threw his shield again, a whistling noise emanating from it as it tore through the air, soon followed by the knight himself. He was moving fast, too fast for a man in his armor. The blades of the shield were heading towards Ssarak's head. Whatever he did to stop it, it would be followed by a punch to the stomach from the knight himself. \n\nKnight's brother\n\nThe man frowned. \"What are you doing? Drying the earth while death approaches? Foolish.\" The trees were finally within range of the annoyances, and their branches swung down, intent upon beating his opponents to death. Limb beat by bloody limb beat.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\n\"You are a sad, sad mad man.\" Meirin wasn't certain if he was ignorant or just stupid. Either way it was pitiful; this man seemed like the type who's never fought against an actual martial artist or mage. Assuming he wasn't all bluster, which Meirin had to admit he probably wasn't, the knight was still more familiar with other armored knights or perhaps savage feral vampires. Basically, the types that would engage the knight in \"honorable\" melee combat. But Meirin wasn't about to let the knight's insults get to her, even if she wanted to prove to him she could take him on hand-to-hand. She already had her spell ready and Ssarak could use the help.\n\nOnce more Meirin gain control of orbs of water. But this time instead of sending each orb out at the knight as multiple blades, she fused and stretched the water into a long, thread-like current. Practically invisible to the naked eye, but despite being as thin as string the water was moving at speeds greater than the blades before. Meirin was inspired to create this spell from an old proverb her masters told her: Even mountains whither to a storm. Mixing dirt and stones into the threads of water and making the liquid move at high speeds, Meirin created a razor wire to cut the knight with.\n\nThe knight moved fast for a man in armor, but he wasn't nearly as fast as Meirin. Making the water blade into one large loop, she had the blades in the path of the knight as he charged towards Ssarak. She positioned one blade knee-high so that if he tried to slide underneath, it'd still cut him from the shoulders up. She also had another blade head-high, so if he tried to jump it'd cut off his knees. That's assuming he could even see the thin blade anymore than he could see a clothesline. She couldn't stop the shield, but Meirin knew that Ssarak could defend against it easily.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak was already focusing intently on the Knight, so he was ready in an instant when he began to attack. His opponent threw at him what appeared to be his only good means of close quarters attack and defense, then rushed at him with only his fists. It was a questionable decision, in Ssarak's mind, and one he intended to punish him for. \n\nSince his shield was already at the ready, it took only a quick movement to bring up his own shield to protect his head. He held it forward and at an angle to deflect the incoming shield, and more importantly, the force it carried with it. Meanwhile, Ssarak also swung his mace low as hard as he could muster, directly towards the knight's incoming fist. Ssarak intended to break his attacker's hand, and if he missed, his mace would still continue on to strike the knight's torso with frightening force. Ssarak was too focused on aiming his strike to pay close attention to what Meirin was doing, but he trusted in her abilities to help.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Khan, Courtyard\n\nKhan moved slowly over the grasses, his cane end planted in the dirt and helped to propel him across the grounds. His leg was still acting up as he came to rest, watching the last of the Naga prepare themselves for the trip. The college had allowed them to hunt and collect their own supplies, supplying only what couldn't be made through their own engineering. It was difficult to get the remaining race residents to accept aid when their pride got in the way, Khan came to realize when Ssarak's departure from the skies happened. \n\nWhen the wind whipped over his figure, batting at his ponytail, Khan flashed the two students a smile while he hobbled toward them.It was clear he was pleased that at least one pain in his tail was about to depart as he nodded at Ssarak's comment. He noted both Lyam and Amary, the Matriarch, both lifted their heads to spot the younger Esyire's arrival with another student. \"Yes, and with any luck they will manage to hash out their new lives. Rurik has agreed to take them to an area close to the Scorched Lands for now. It's currently a neutral area through I worry it might not stay that way for long and it's not an ideal situation. However we have few of those.\" \nThe Headmaster turned to eye the Naga starting to move out with a small group of students assigned to escort service and Rurik's cart leading the way. The Gate shuddered open for all to past while Khan continued. \"When we discover what's happening in Yarsomere then maybe, with some luck, we'll return the Naga back to their homeland.\" \n\nInhaling a breath, he then put a little more cheer in his tone when he asked a question. \"So, since the unsavory events with Lyn's hunt, how have you two been enjoying your R&R?\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Khan Avrea Jevarath" }, { "text": "The deal the Naga had received was sensible, in Ssarak's eyes. It could be difficult finding unclaimed areas of land in Tiien, but they were actually somewhat common in the region around the Scorched Lands. \"That is a reasonable plan, I imagine. I have always noticed that the other races tended to give our lands a wider berth than was necessary to avoid being poisoned by our homeland's air. Sensible, but if you know of a place that is safe for them, then they may have some protection simply from the reputation of the land itself.\"\n\nAs Khan shifted the conversation towards himself and Meirin, Ssarak picked up on the lightened mood. He gave a short, subtle nod to Khan, and even started to grin. \"I personally have been taking the time to relax whenever I can. Though, my studies are rather demanding. Today, we were fortunate enough that both of our schedules permitted us to have some time together. Satori had another obligation which forced her to reschedule our private lessons. It is rare for her not to keep an appointment, at least in my experience, but I suppose she had her reasons. I certainly shall not complain about an...albeit short reprieve. Now, you have inspired some curiosity within me, Khan. When was the last time a certain Headmaster had any significant time to himself.\" Ssarak asked. \n\nSsarak was by no means against lighthearted conversation, but he doubted that the Naga would have the desire to join in. He did hope to speak to both Lyam and the Martriarch before they departed.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nOnce landed Meirin took a moment to observe the Naga. It was very strange seeing so many of them when the only naga she knew was Mar. SHe half-expected to see all of them, or at leas the women, look like Mar. But they each had their own individual looks, appearances, and subtle personalities. Meirin doesn't know Mar as well as Ssarak does, but from small bits of information she could glean the naga often commhnicated through body language, rather than words. Figuring out the subtle cues were difficult for someone who knew so little about the naga themselves, but Meirin learned what she could from Mar, and just by glancing at the naga she could tell they were all uneasy. It was as if they were still in hostile territory and must make their escape before predators pounced on them. And while the college certainly had it's bad influences, Meirin felt that they would be safest at the college. Some of the best healers in the world, as well as the strongest mages, and possibly even a few master warriors. Not that Meirin has heard much from them,\n\nDespite her concerns, Meirin believed that their leaving was for the best. After all, it wasn't as if they had any choice. They were driven from their homes and forced into this strange and new land, much of it dangerous. Meirin also heard that when the college first met with the naga, their meeting did not exactly go... Well. Mostly due to Tyrael. That demon scares Meirin, and she despises him for it. She always knew that demons couldn't be trusted, and this once incident was just one of many that made Meirin extra cautious against the monster. She doesn't even go to him when she needs her weapons repaired anymore, opting for Val instead. Tyrael aside, the college was only going to become a hotbed for more danger in the future. Meirin was certain this wouldn't be the last time they hear of the naga, but hopefully when they do it'd be under better circumstances.\n\nKhan asked Meirin and Ssarak about how their time off had been. Meirin blushed as Ssarak spoke about himself. Meirin didn't want to kiss and tell, but it was fairly obvious from her dress and blushing face that she and Ssarak had been intimate only a short while ago. \"I had a little bit of training this morning with Annabeth. She wanted to try a new sword technique and I wanted to practice fighting with armor. Afterwards I met with Ssarak and... Came here.\" Ssarak asked Khan about his time off, and Meirin had noticed that she doesn't see him as often as they used to. Meirin had gotten some new medicine to help her with her sleeping and nightmares, so much to the point that they hardly haunt her at all. Ever since she's been to the college she's actually had a good night's sleep and hasn't been falling asleep in classes anymore. But that also meant that during those sleepless nights she couldn't have tea with Khan. \n\n\"All work and no play will make you into a dull boy, Khan. It may do you some good to take time off.\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Keri Wolf\n\n \"I know the feeling. My body temperature is much lower than a normal person so touching Keri is like embracing ice. It takes a few minutes longer for me to warm up through, It will pass in a bit, just rub your hand.\" this was when the vampire playfully ruffled Lyn's hair. The first time she even got near this child her parents seemed rather uncomfortable for different reasons. Mar's reason was because here was no scent coming off Keri's body, which was one of the reason she use total scented oils. Athalus ready with a blade drawn out as if preparing to strike her down where she stood, only to find out the young woman didn't frighten easily. Now the man was much calmer around her making her stomach feel as if it was churning every time he would talk like they were friends rather then acquaintances. Maybe in a way the human had help make this just a little bit easier.\n\n \"I'm a pretty good baker. And if you want, I could bring it to Tyrael later. He tends to go to Underhaven a lot so I can give it to him during work.\" the young woman's red eyes jerked toward Annabeth after the words fluttered into the air. Something seemed off with her voice or at least in Keri's mind. As if the woman next to her had something to hide. Then again maybe Lucilia had finally succeeded in making the vampire question every single detail after constantly playing her sly tricks. Yet a pit in the girl's stomach seemed to say that there was in fact something off with what she said. It was odd for Tyrael to be in Underhaven since the place was where their kind liked to hang out plus the two teacher never seem to get along at all anyways. \" Strange.\"\n\nKeri mostly tuned out the rest of the conversation while constantly shifting from side to side. Things had been getting better for her after arriving at the college. The young woman was now able to drink blood from a cup, of her own free will, instead of being constantly reminded by many of the people here. Though drinking from the source was still another story. The young woman had also noted that she was able to attend classes regularly and staying put inside granted her seat was toward the back of room, for a quick escape if need be. She was also able to talk to strangers in a somewhat normal way until she tuned them out and shifted constantly due to being uncomfortable. Progress was progress none the less or so the girl's father would say.\n\n\"Of course I can. And I can help you pick berries too! But um... How embarrassing... But I don't know what a mulberry tree looks like.\" Keri's ears perked up just as Annabeth said this. She raised an eyebrow then turned her head in her usual questioning way. \"You must know a lot about trees thanks to your magic.\" Keri silently shook her head before releasing a sigh. \" Annabeth I hate to be the one that points out the obvious but there's one right in front of you. Hold on.\" she stated before backing up. Her angle was just right as she dashed forward, making sure to go over the mental notes from training, as she climb just like Lucilia taught. The vampire slowly worked on finding were a small twig was loose or one that had already fallen down and became trapped to a point. Once the girl did she jumped down, the height was enough to kill a human being which would possibly scare someone that didn't know what she was, and landed on her feet.\n\n\" Well I guess Lucilia's training did pay off. Oh. Sorry about the scare Helena. As you can see I'm not human though I can't really truly say that I'm alive either. Guess thats what I get for becoming a vampire.\" the young woman shrugged then placed the branch inside her friend's hand before noting a semi familiar scent. \"Ah... Hello.\" Tyrael's voice only confirmed her suspicions. The last time they had seen each other was when Lucilia took the newly turned vampire to Underhaven then things got out of hand after a few words were exchanged. The young woman bowed her head greeting him as if they were at work like any other day. She felt rather uncomfortable considering the only time she would see this man was down in the forge not to mention that Colette was with him. Two weeks they had been apart and now as if this event had been planned they were together at last.\n\n\"... What are you all doing?\" the vampire shifted trying to decide on what to say. \" Sir, Annabeth and I were just wondering on how to help Mar feel better. While discussing this we had ran into Rabbit… I mean Lyn. Since it was your day off Sir I didn't want to bother you until I had made up my mind on what to do so I apologize for everything in advance.\" she lied in a very respectful tone adding another head bow before turning to Colette. \" Hello Colette. You look very beautiful today.\"", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" } ]

[ { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nMeirin nodded and followed Ssarak out of her room. She did have some ideas for how to dress Ssarak, though admittedly dressing up a dragon man wasn't an easy task. Meirin's own fashion knowledge was... Novice at best, and nothing she's heard or ready took Eysires into account. Though the idea of an Eysire being dressed in something aside from furs or armor would be good enough. It's like a dancing bear: It doesn't matter if the bear dances well, just that it dances. Meirin didn't have anything here, but hopefully she'd find something for Ssarak soon.\n\nClosing the door behind her Meirin kissed Ssarak on the cheek once more. \"If you come with me, then nothing will go wrong. But before you get yourself wrapped up in more work, why don't we get some breakfast? I'm sure Professor Lucilia will have plenty of time for us once you're properly fed.\" Although they'll be spending a lot of time together if they're on the same mission, Meirin knew that once they're on the job they might not get a chance to be so close to one another. They might end up separated to handle their own duties, or forced to be apart due to extenuating circumstances. Point was, Meirin wanted to spend a bit more time with Ssarak.\n\n\"Besides, even I haven't signed up yet. I only know about the mission. Perhaps we could try to find other like-minded students to come with us, to save Lucilia time of explaining the mission.\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "E'nasha Williams\n\n\"Yeah, it's a desert, lots of sand and lots of sun. It's nice, I like it a lot more than this constant cold we have now. It's not that the cold is any worse for you than heat, I guess, but I'm better at dealing with hot air than cold.\" She sighed slightly before continuing to answer. \"Just griping about the cold doesn't make it go away however, so... \"\n\nE'nasha laughed slightly as Helena answered her question and introduced herself. \"Oh, sorry. I don't really drink so I don't know what you must be going through right now. It's still nice to meet you though!\" She returned the handshake, and then nearly jumped out of her chair as Baulder stood up and summoned a demon that looked almost exactly like him before walking away. As the demon handed the honey pot to Helena, E'nasha supposed that this must be John. She must've heard Baulder mention him a hundred times before, but this was the first time that she'd actually met the demon. She tried to say something nice to him as he sat where Baulder had been just moments before, but her mind went blank and she settled for just smiling at the demon until Baulder got back.\n\nMentally, she was kicking herself for freezing up like that. Yes, she'd had bad experiences with demons before, but everything she'd learned about them since coming to the college pointed to them being mostly harmless when under the control of their Demonmancer. John had no reason to hurt her, or even dislike her at this point, so why was she scared of him? She sighed in half-relief and half-anger at herself when Baulder got back to the table, another heaping plate of food with him. She briefly wondered where all the food he eats goes, as he seemed relatively skinny for how big he was. She turned her attention back to her surroundings however as another stranger walked up and asked if she could sit with them. \n\nHelena was quick to greet the newcomer, calling her Annabeth. E'nasha smiled and did the same. \"The more the merrier! I'm E'nasha, and it's nice to meet you Annabeth.\" Now that she actually looked at Annabeth however, she couldn't help the small sense of recognition she felt. \"Actually, have we met before? Your name and face seem familiar somehow. Maybe we have a class together?\"", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" } ]

[ { "text": "Althalus\n\n\"I'm not sleeping. I'm pretending I don't have anything stupid to do. Like going to a cursed town for Gods know what reason.\" Althalus groaned from the bed. He rolled out, grabbing his pants as he did so. \"Mar, dear, we've been over this. People may be fine with you going topless but you're going to make them uncomfortable being completely naked with everything showing.\" He called, getting mostly dressed as he walked over, a slight grin at the sight. He stood next to Mar, giving her rear a light pinch before speaking. \"Morning Leith! What brings you to our humble abode? Surely you don't want to help Mar walk anymore, she's becoming quite good at that, and I believe that I've told you everything I know about the 'Wild' Mages.\" He stretched his neck from side to side. \"Now, if I remember correctly, today is the day where we decide what mission we're going on. Well, you two do. I have to go to the Nox filled town of death and doom.\"\n\nAramir\n\nThe small Snow Elf was idly wandering the halls of the College, figuring out which of the missions available she should go on. They were all terrible for her expertise. Yarosmere was hot, she hated the heat, and she was terrible at diplomacy. Djarkel was a mission that was purely diplomacy, and the other mission involved things she'd rather not get involved in. Aramir sighed, idly rubbing the back of her head. No matter where she went, it looked like she was going to be in for a bad time. \n\nShe glanced up at the sound of something behind her, face breaking into a tentative smile at the sight of Myrn. Things had been gradually less awkward between them in the time after their...escapade at the fair. Her smile fell away at the look on Myrn's face. \"Myrn, no not again ple-\" Her protests were muffled as the taller elf pounced on her, gathering her up in a hug. \"What is your obsessions with hugging me!\" Aramir complained, pushing against the unnecessary, as she deemed it, furs in an attempt to free herself.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)" }, { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\n\"Thank you. It's nice to see you too Baulder.\" Annabeth gave the strange man an awkward smile. Baulder has been... Certainly a character recently. At first she simply thought of him as a very strange man who stumbled into Underhaven and had the misfortune of being in a weaken state while a vampire wanted to feed. But as he stayed around the college, he started to show off his more... Ravenous tendencies? Just about all the meat he ate was raw and that he hunted it himself. Both those things weren't too unusual in the college, at least to Annabeth's knowledge, but the way and how often he ate them made Annabeth feel somewhat uncomfortable. More so since he always tries to get some of Underhaven's special drinks (I.e. the ones with blood meant for vampires) despite the fact he wasn't a vampire. Maybe it wasn't fair for her to be so afraid of him being a cannibal considering she works somewhere where most of the patrons are man-eaters. Annabeth was just more put off at how… Unrefined he was.\n\nTurning her attention away from Baulder for a moment Annabeth looked to Helena. While some Psychomancy students vowed to never abuse their magics, Annabeth wasn't one of them. Sure she doesn't prank others or go out of her way to discover their deepest, darkest secrets and use ti against them, but she doesn't mind to read one's mind when she can, especially if they're unprotected. So Annabeth looked into Helena's thoughts, trying to figure out if there was something wrong with her. While before Annabeth's telepathy could only allow her to look at the surface of people's thoughts, now she was able to prod into their memories a bit more. Granted, she wasn't as good as Ssarak who could see out long lost memories, but for Annabeth she could at least figure out what Helena remembers from last night. And when Annabeth saw it she just smirked. \"A bit dizzy? I know just the trick.\"\n\nWhile taking classes Annabeth has mostly be working on her illusions, trying to perfect the manipulation of not just the basic sense, but all combinations of them. She just the usual five, touch, sight, smell, taste, and hearing, were all that was needed to trick. But each one had a different way of doing their thing, and each one could combine with others to create a new sense that Annabeth never truly considered. And it was by using illusions to affect these senses that Annabeth learned a trick that helped her with Underhaven. Pointing a finger at Helena to help focus onto her, Annabeth helped ease Helena's hangover. She couldn't cure her of the pain like a vitamancer could, but she could... Numb it. Make it so Helena didn't feel it. So long as Helena was around Annabeth the pain wouldn't bother her and eventually it'd be flush out of her system. It was easy enough for Annabeth to do this that it didn't take much of her mage blood, since it's so minor. Though it would start to be more taxing if Helena went too far, so once she was out of range the pain might come back.\n\n\"That should help you with the pain. Just stay near me and wait it out. I'm sure it'd be gone in about an hour or so.\"\n\nLucilia Riovas\n\nThere was just no time for Lucilia anymore. More and more work was piling up that she was starting to have to delegate some of the more tedious tasks onto others. She stopped trying to get Khan to take his medicine or even delivering to Ovak, not because she didn't care anymore, but because there was so much happening now. She had her vampires go, or one of the students if she finds them. Lucilia still trained Keri, but now only whenever Keri came to Lucilia, and only when it was actually time for her training. If Keri didn't want to come, then Lucilia couldn't wait for her. Djarkel Barons were always a problem, but now Lucilia has Eania on her case as well. The mage attack from before was still fresh in the minds of their lords and they want answers. Answers that now Lucilia needs to figure out. She had the report from Grey, and she uses it to the best of her ability, but she couldn't deny that there were still too many missing pieces to put her mind at ease. Yarosmere was also starting to become a growing concern with it's sudden and new leadership, and the lack of all contact to those within. Well, not all the contacts. But what she has heard hasn't been very good. The few agents and allies she has in Yarosmere has been unable to move around as much, stating that it wasn't safe for them to be doing what they usually did before. Security has become tighter, and a few have already been compromised.\n\nAnd there was still the matter of the college's own business. She has already sent contractors down into the catacombs to repair the damaged wall and reinforce it against invaders from the Ravine. The Mercenaries have so far been quiet, and Lucilia has controlled their restlessness with good pay and regular work. Aerta still needed to be cleared from it's current hostile inhabitants, and there has been more reports of demonic corruption from the south. She has good men fighting for the Twilight College, but she didn't have the full picture. She wasn't in control of this situation. And that pissed Lucilia off.\n\nAs she walked through the halls Lucilia stopped and looked up. And lo and behold, it was Keri and Collete. \"Good morning you two. Are you getting breakfast or trying to get an early start on those missions?\"\n\nTyrael Marchosias\n\nAfter getting patched up by Sam, Tyrael took Lyn out to the Dinning Hall. While they had a light breakfast before sparring, now it was time they treat themselves to a proper meal, instead of just some bread and sliced meats. And one thing that Tyrael does when he walks with his little Lyn is sing. Perhaps not well, and his songs were simple, but he thinks Lyn enjoys them. Or at least she doesn't have the heart to tell Tyrael how horrible his singing is. Tyrael has tried to learn a new instrument, the lute, and played a simple tune for a simple song he made up.\n\n\"I got all the time, to walk in the snow. I got all the time, to keep warm from the cold. What should I do, with all this time, when all the time I want to be with you?\"\n\nTyrael looked at Lyn while they walked through the courtyard, pass where they were just training. Already some others were around to clean it up and also practicing, Cyromancers using their magic to move the snow out of the way and make snowmen. They used sticks and stones to give them faces and arms. Some made statues detailing various people in the college, others just made little mounds with little heads. A few weren't even really training and were just throwing snow at each other for fun.\n\n\"With all this time, we could play outside. With all this time, we could stay inside. I have all of the time, in the world, so what do you think I should do?\"\n\nEventually they did reach the Dinning Hall. It was bustling as usual, and quite a few heads turned when Tyrael and Lyn entered. More so because Tyrael was still singing. But he didn't care, he just looked ahead at the lunch line and decided that he'll whip up something good, which he incorporated into his next line.\n\n\"Perhaps I could make you a meal. It would have pork, chicken or veal. And I'll get you a drink. I know a lemonade that's pink. I know you don't like eating your greens, I won't make you eat them, that mean! And with all this time in the world I'll get you whatever you wish, because for my little Lyn, all I want to do is this.\"\n\nPlaying a lute solo Tyrael walked towards the kitchen, his presence announced in song, to get started on Lyn's breakfast. Everyone gave him a wide berth and went back to work, even as curious as they were to his strange new mood. Eventually the music did stop since he needed both hands to make food.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" } ]

[ { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nHelena smiled at the sound of bolts swishing past her and finding home in the thin flesh of the enemy. It was nice knowing that those with ranged weapons were good shots. Not that she'd doubted Althalus's abilities any. But she had the advantage of growing up with stories of him being told to her. He was almost the same age as her father after all. \n\nShe on the other hand, didn't have the range the other's had. She couldn't throw as accurately from as far away. So she had to get closer. Which was not something that she was particularly excited about. She did not relish the idea of getting in that close to basically the living dead.\n\n\"Well time to go die,\" she sighed, more to herself than anyone around her. She left the others, somewhat, striking out on a wider arc and coming at some of the outliers who seemed at least mostly weapon free. She stepped lightly, avoiding drawing attention to herself for the most part. Though once she was somewhat close enough, a head did turn in her direction. She slowed, taking a firm hold of her blade before tossing it at the shambling creature, missing the face that she'd aimed for and instead hit something below, towards the chest. Which seemed to do nothing but piss it off and have it fully change direction towards her.\n\n\"Well fuck me,\" she groaned, reaching for her other blade easily, taking her time this time. She did not want to become food.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nAs the gala was beginning, Ssarak supposed that it would be in the best interest of himself and the other students to speak to the important barons attending the event. Here, they were not just students, but rather diplomats. They would be approaching the Djarkel nobility on equal terms, rather than as servants or messengers. It was not a position Ssarak had imagined himself being in before, but he could give off as much confidence as needed to represent the College as an organization of power and authority. \n\nBecoming acquainted with the leaders of the local factions was certainly important, but Ssarak specifically had other responsibilities among the group. Namely, he was their psychomancer, and events like these were a mental battleground. His first task was identifying his foes. With each greeting he received, he was attentive. Rather than prod the mind of every single person in the room, he decided to approach the problem more conservatively. Whenever one of the psychomancers would prod his ward, he would act quickly to follow it to its source, then try to identify them in the crowd. He also used the minds of others, such as Lyn, for the same purpose. She was allowing psychomancers to access a small sliver of her mind, so Ssarak waited. Then, when another psychomancer would find their way in, he would follow it to its source. Ssarak did not think that he could identify them all, but he was finding them one by one. \n\nThrough the course of examining his allies mind, Ssarak noticed how the vampire, Keri, was obviously uncomfortable. Moreso than the other students. He would not even need to break into her mind to make that assessment. She was not at home in a large, crowded gala, but unfortunately, she would have to act like she was. Ssarak stepped up alongside her, looking down upon her with an intentionally calm expression. \"We do not have to remain here long, so as long as we remain focused on our task. If you are nervous, stick together with one of us, and be ready with your wards.\" He said to her telepathically.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nNaturally, Ssarak was immediately suspicious as soon as Lyn gave him her answer. The claim that she wanted to meet an \"old friend\" seemed almost ridiculous for someone who had been alive for only about a year, and while he certainly trusted that Lyn was being honest with him, that did not mean he trusted that she was safe. This \"old friend\" was an unknown, and in this environment, this gala, anything unknown was a potential threat. \n\nSsarak stayed close to Keri, but did not tell her what he was doing. He did not take pleasure in keeping important secrets from his allies, but knowledge was dangerous in this place. He could not assume Keri's mind to be safe from the intrusion of psychomancers, so the less she knew about what Ssarak was doing, the safer Lyn would be. His first step was, of course, to get a sense of what Lyn was walking into. He already had access to Lyn's mind, so mentally, he tracked her mind as she stepped out onto the balcony and searched for any other minds around her. She seemed to be alone, save for a single other person, and a few nearby songbirds. His next step was to prod the mind of the person Lyn was meeting, though he made sure to do so in no different of a way as all of the other dozens of psychomancers had been doing since they had arrived. Immediately, he detected a strong ward, so he stopped any further attempts to pry into the person's mind to keep himself from being detected. Feeling a simple prod against one's ward was nothing unusual at the gala, so it was unlikely that this \"old friend\" would have a reason to believe they were being specifically observed. \n\nDespite the setback of the ward, Ssarak was not without options. Being that he was inside Lyn's mind, he could read her senses of sight and hearing to spy on the conversation without Lyn being any the wiser. However, given Lyn's knowledge of psychomancy, she had thought far enough ahead to specifically ask Ssarak not to do that exact thing before the gala. Ssarak was willing to break that promise for the purpose of protecting her, but not when he had another option available to him. While there did not seem to be any other people outside, there were far simpler minds he could manipulate. There were birds already close by to the balcony, so Ssarak entered the mind of the nearest one and manipulated it to make it seem appealing to stay in place. He intruded into the bird's sense of hearing and sight to give himself a metaphorical fly on the wall with which to eavesdrop onto Lyn's conversation. \n\nWith the bird under Ssarak's influence, he heard everything in the conversation between Lyn and this vampire man. It allowed him to finally understand the context of how Lyn could have an old friend to begin with; however, the vampire did not reveal too much of use about himself. He seemed friendly, but Ssarak knew well how, with some practice, one could easily hold an olive branch in one hand, and a dagger in the other. Unfortunately, Lyn was not nearly as reserved in what she said, and she gave away information Ssarak really would have preferred to keep secret. Information that could be dangerous to the Naga. As Lyn was walking back inside, Ssarak did not stop observing, so he heard the vampire's final comment, which only further solidified Ssarak's desire to act. He encouraged the bird to follow after the vampire, and while Ssarak would not be able to maintain a mental connection with the bird for too far of a distance, it would at least give him a few moments to make his next decisions.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Nox Alignment Ceremony\n\n,@Lucius Cypher, @May, & @Luna\n\n\nWALK CRAWLER\n\nThe crawler paused and looked down, her eight eyes stared intently at the vampire. Colette was covered in layers upon layers of white, sticky thread and with each movement she became entangled more. They clung to her then seemed to cut into like thin blades, creating small sparks of pain across her surface. Thankfully no blood had been drawn. When Helena scrambled upright, the sound echoed off the walls causing the beast's head to whip up and acknowledge her. \n\nShe lets out an ear piercing screech at Helena which ends in a death rattling sound. Her front lowers defensively and hind legs curl backwards, ready to push forward. Just when the crawler is about to, Annabeth's voice rang out. \"Get away from Colette you wretched monster!\" \n\nWhoosh and followed by a thunk! The first arrow misses easily as the crawler jerked back, her legs pulled back and she smacked into the nearest wall. It flies on by then nicks Helena's hair before passing through Althalus' torso and down the long hallway. The second one soundly lands into the spiderish torso drawing thick, black blood. The crawler lets out a blood curdling screech. Her back legs stretch to use her wall climbing ability to scale the wall's side. She hissed for a third time and gradually attempts to climb to the roof.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Summer Flores, Yarsomere\nLocation- Unknown, Underground Caves\n\nSummer moaned as she held her stomach. Ever since she was ran through the portal behind Mar, the nauseous feeling had not faded. She turned her attention to the woman that was speaking She waked a little under she stood beside Mar, still feeling nervous about the mission. She looked at Mar.\n\n\"I will go with you, I am rather calm though nervous, but I would like to know more about what is going on and stuff. Mar?Baulder,are you two going to just glare at each other or come with me to find out more about this?\"Summer said in a slightly less nervous voice. Seeing their answer, she turned to the leader, Sahra, nodding her head.\n\n\"Well I'm ready\" Summer said,adjusting her bow on her back to a more comfortable holding position, its string empty of a arrow.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Summer Flores" }, { "text": "Diplomacy at Yarosmere\nMar, Sansar (Yarsomere): Underground Cave~Unknown Location\n\nWhen Baulder started to approach, Mar's eyes narrowed and her figure tensed at his nearness. She let out a hiss at his growl with fangs bared defensively and ready to tear out his throat should he try something. At this point, she didn't care what the woman said because she was tired of things attacking her and she was determined to take a chunk of Baulder with her should he try. Tyrael's student or not. The fact he attacked Aramir proved he was unreliable, something obviously dangerous since she was sure he would try to finish hurting the snow elf over something pitiful. When he spoke to her, Mar didn't stop her glare as he assumed she would've done the same thing. \n\n \"You know nothing about me. I've never attacked unless physically provoked or learning to expression emotions, there was no intention to harm. You attacked with the purpose to hurt Aramir and that makes the difference very clear,\" Mar shot back at him, farther ignoring his change in tone then addressed Sahra's comment, \"Let me be very clear: Unless he attacks others or myself, I won't attack. I will not be the one that starts a fight but I'll finish it if needed. I'm not willing to repeat a mistake.\" \n\nMar listened to the woman explain why the resistance wasn't under the sway of the 'Prophet' and Wild Magic, the later a complete mystery to her. That's when Summer awake then interrupted with a comment about Baulder and her glaring at each other. Mar frowned then commented, \"They don't want us to move from this spot so I have little idea where you're planning to go or who's leading you.\" \n\nBefore further discussion was made, a new voice spoke. Mar's attention shifted and her eye narrowed on light skinned man pushing his way toward them. Dressed in dark and loose clothing fitting the desert landscape, he had red and gold trimmings break the monotone theme around the lower waist and chest. Over all it gave him an appearance that reminded her of Althalus because it was meant to hide his identity. That was where the similarities ended however as he mentioned about the College aiding them again the current rule. \n\nUicle's word penetrated her mind and mingled with the Naga withering in death, creating conflict within her. Finally, she answered calmly, \"Despite my current issues with the state of things within Yarosmere, our main task was to first observe how badly it had gotten and then establish a basis of a relation with the Prophet. Our second task was to establish a connection with you if possible, without getting killed. I don't think the 'Prophet' will risk making the College our enemy by harming the other students, but I don't like the fact of leaving them with the Prophet for very long.\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Mar, her full name is Marya and only used by her race." }, { "text": "Nox Alignment Ceremony\n\n,@Lucius Cypher, @May, & @Luna\n\n\nDarell frowned when both Annabeth and Althalus mentioned, but instead of addressing him personally… they asked Colette. This slightly irked him off as while he might've been ghostly, he wasn't invisible. Inhaling, he didn't trust the demonmancer to actually introduce him properly and instead stepped forward to do it himself. He held out a see through hand to Althalus as he spoke, \"Hello… I-I'm Darell. Who are you?\" \n\nSuddenly, he realized his current condition and gradually retracted his hand with a sheepish look. He rested it at his side and after the other introduced themselves, he answered Annabeth's question before anyone else could, \"That's rather simple as he is what is called a Seeker. He can't really attack or do anything besides seek out the location to the maze's center and the only known exit. You all, since you're not ghostly like him or me, are likely guardians. That means you are able to attack and defend us from whatever dangers are within here.\" \n\nHis eyes trailed toward where Althalus pointed and nodded, getting the same sense as the older man. \n\n\"Through honestly, I'm not sure why you three are actually here and it's really strange. The Nox is primarily for those students getting aligned… I've never heard of outsiders being dragged into the Nox. Did something happen topside?\" He asked with his eyes shifted between the group and seeking answers to his question.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Keri Wolf\nLocation-Hysteria\n\nDrowning inside a river, unable to reach outwards and attempt to grasp a mysterious hand just a few inches above her head, this had been the feeling which flooded the active room. An overwhelming darkness weaving around each person inside like smoke attempting to steal it's victim of their last warm breath, only to be snuffed out by the small light, which crawled off each mortal student from within their designated areas. Yes the vampire had begun to grow accustomed of this warm welcoming feeling yet this still felt impossible to contain without the Crimson liquid flowing inside their veins from each beating motion of their fragile life force. Not that the woman would even willingly think of taking their lives away. In reality one of the reason for her going back, other than protecting Lyn, was to keep the others safe from the ever tempting darkness. A dark yearning that was placed inside ever mortal's deepest thoughts. Of course since Keri's nerves were slowly depleting the reason was just an excuse to get out of the school.\n\nA small tickling sensation forced her to attempt to clear her throat. A hand lifted upwards, gently grasping the vampire's neck, and move in a gentle soothing massage. In the back of the vampire's mind alarm bells were ringing one by one forcing a small amount of morbid curiosity to twist and shift, making the pervious worries move in the back of her mind. When her nose caught that heavenly smell the women gently removed two goblets from the servant with a kind smile. As soon as the girl was away from her companies instinct took over. Lately she had feed privately from others with Colette, taking meals inside Underhaven with just the two of them, or munching on the candies until they were inside their tower. Even though the sight would have been unusual the woman quickly downed one of the goblets as her hand reached for one of the runes connected to her dress and squeezed. Once that was done she downed the second one a little bit slower.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nShe looked the newComer over dubiously. She didn't recognize him any. And while she would admit that she might have been a little distracted flirting with Annabeth. But she was still rather certain that he was not from the school. Or at least hadn't come with them. She replied to his introduction as a matter of habit more than anything. \n\nSo Althalus was special here then. Which made sense she supposed. This was the source of his magic after all. \"Shit went down,\" she said by way of answering the question about why her and Annabeth and Colette were there. \"Darkness, literally, grabbed us and we all woke up here.\"", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Baulder\n\nUnknown\n\nBaulder was beginning to become grated by snake's constant retorts. She wasn't even the target of his malice, she just decided that being involved in the situation was all well and good. He supposed there was nothing to be done about it now but he would keep an eye on her, or at least John would. Baulder snapped his shut as he realized he had left it open for some unknown amount of time after speaking to the Sand Cobra lady. He was unsure what all the things she was talking about were but at the very least they seemed competent mages to him. He was even less sure what they were actually supposed to do in this situation. Did these people expect them to charge the palace with them? After that display at the dinner table he wasn't so sure that would work well. \n\nBauder heard the girl named Summer say something about him staring at Mar, this situation was beginning to be annoying to him. However, he wasn't sure what exactly she thought they were going to be doing. Did she know something he didn't? Maybe she saw something he didn't? Whatever the case Baulder turned back to their \"saviors\". \"The others we came with, we'll need to get them back.... at some point. Now or later is sort of.... up to you. But yes, yes we need to observe, maybe how big the resistance is.... or potential resistance. It...... sounds as if theres only a few dozen of you against, what? A nation as it is? Unless you know of something that can kill this.... prophet of yours I'm not sure what you want from us.\" \n\nBaulder felt like he had no idea what was expected of them here. They were just to observe and report back, now they had done everything they had been asked to. So why not get the others and leave yes? This wasn't their fight right now.", "username": "cqbexpt", "char_name": "\"Scarred hand\", \"Midnight\", Baulder" }, { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth glanced at this Darell figure. He seemed to know a lot about what was going on, which meant he was either one of the other students for the nox initiation or… Is accustomed to preying on said students. Annabeth couldn't help but feel a bit paranoid, after all this entire mission quickly took a turn for the worse. The simple fact that she didn't know Darell made Annabeth cautious of him. When he asked what happened Helena described it best. \"I wish we knew ourselves. Our teacher never explained anything like this to us. One moment we arrive to the village where we do the ritual, and then we're here. I know we're supposed to protect Athalus, but never figured it'd be like this.\"\n\nDouble checking her equipment Annabeth signed, noting that she is lacking arrows. At some point she lost her bardiche as well, though chances are she lost that the same time Samson ran off. This meant all she had is her buckler, estoc, and Athalus's crossbow now. Holding the crossbow at the ready Annabeth looked towards Athalus. \"Looks like we'll need to rely on you and Darell now. Lead the way, and we'll fight off anything that shows up.\"", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" } ]

[ { "text": "Keri Wolf\nDiplomacy Mission\n\nKeri stayed still in the carriage, eyes sealed shut, as the noises of the festivities filled her ears. Everyone knew that this land was filled with nothing but bloodshed and chaos due to the everlasting war, yet here it seemed calm. As if they hadn't been touched by the cruel destiny that loomed over them all.\n\nSo why did this sight sicken her so much? Was it because the woman had experienced what something so evil could do to a family or was it because no one seemed to even want to acknowledge something could happen in a blink of an eye? No, it was this false sense of happiness that twisted and turned her stomach inside out. A celebration for someone who they believe will bring peace in this troubling world.\n\nThis goal was impossible for one person to do. Nothing but a foolish attempt that wouldn't bring any results. The vampire shifted from her spot trying to calm the storm within her own mind. None of this would help the mission but it would bring something else to it. A mistake that would turn a potential ally away from the college, leaving it defenseless when something massive happened again. Something that couldn't be afforded.\n\nWhen the carriage stopped the woman opened her eyes. Her red eyes glanced around, ears listening for something strange, only to pick up what sounded like a parade. Something which made Keri's already sour mood a bit worse. Still she kept her mouth shut. When the carriage wiggled a little from side to side the woman mentally cursed at herself. How stupid had she been to let someone just jump onto the carriage and leave without speaking to them? The girl mumbled something under her breath as she grabbed her sword and shield. Her figure worked out of the carriage just in time to see a fleeting figure.\n\n[color=silver]\" Shit. When can we have once day which nothing goes wrong. I'm beginning to get tired of this. Every move we make just adds to the list of things to do. Who's,\" shut stated to asked as Ssarak started to get up from the ground. The vampire watched as she wondered how long it would take this man. How long would they have to wait before they could resume with this moronic mission? She quietly listened to the mental message and looked towards Lyn. It seemed as if as soon as Keri looked at girl she sprung into action.\n\nThe kid threw a knife at the man, missing him completely, and then took off after the danger. \" So much for her listening. Crap! Lyn get back here!\" the woman said running after the three.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "Leith Calder\n\nLeith stared out the window at the festivities that surrounded their carriage. There was a lot of celebration for this baron, and Leith was curious as to what type of man this baron was. His thoughts were interrupted by a thud on the roof of the carriage followed by footsteps. With a frown, Leith looked towards the other window to see someone jump down from the carriage and start running. Soon it was revealed that the box was taken and Ssarak took after the thief and told Leith to stay with Lyn, who also took off after the thief. Leith shrugged and took after the thief as well, making sure to stay with Lyn.\n\nAs Lyn threw her dagger, Leith started gathering water from the surrounding area. Once he had enough, he threw it out towards the thief and attempted to create a sheet of water between the man's feet and the ground. Hopefully he'd slip. Once the attempt was done, Leith scattered the water into a mist to prevent them from slipping on it.\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nDarius Jura\n\nDarius helped himself to the food that had been brought in. He listened to Aramir speak her thoughts on the state of Yarosmere. \"It is the fanaticism that will be the issue here.\" Darius tapped the side of his head. \"Once fanatics get something into their head, they will not stop. I have dealt with fanatics before. They had little to no care for their lives if it meant that they will help further their goals. Now these fanatics have a country, and more importantly, and army.\" He leaned back in his chair. \"All we need to do is make sure that we do not offend them while we are here.\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nHelena was glad that someone seemed to listen. But of course, everything was against them and shit quickly got shittier. The rumbling caught her attention and this time she stepped into the room with the others. She grabbed at Drake's hand purely because he was in front of her, and pulled him along with her towards Annabeth and the other girl. Darell was right about them needing to stay together. She just hoped that he and Athalus behind her would be able to keep up as well.\n\n\"Annabeth, Collette,\" she shouted, looking around for the latter and just happening to catch a sight she didn't want to see again. \"Fuckin' hell, I hate being right,\" she cursed.\n\n\"Beastie is back,\" she yelled to the room as whole. \"Get your shit together.\"", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nSsarak tracked the thief up to the point where he headed into the warehouse, after which he circled around the warehouse quickly to check exactly where the exits to the building were. If they had to head in after him, they would need to cover each entrance to make sure he had no escape. Hopefully, they would get him cornered and force him to surrender. Getting him alive would allow them to interrogate him to find out why and how he had planned this theft. It was most likely not random. \n\nQuite fortunately for Lyn, Ssarak had a clear view of the rooftop that she had attempted to jump to. He was upset that she was even attempting such a thing, but helping her took priority over blaming her. Ssarak swooped down towards her, made a half circle back to slow down quickly, then touched down just at the edge of the rooftop, right above her. He reached down to grab her by the wrist, then effortlessly pulled her light body up onto the rooftop with him. \"I think you shall need wings if you wish to attempt a jump like that.\" He commented. \"The thief ran into this warehouse, and…\"\n\nSsarak cut himself off as he concentrated on the minds around him. There were three others moving in, though Ssarak could not see them from where he was. \"There may be others.\" He warned as he tried to find as many of his friends' minds as he could in order to send a message. \"The thief has ran into this warehouse; he may not be alone. Myself and Lyn are on the roof. I will see if there is a way to climb in from above; if not, it may be wise to attack from multiple angles.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Mission: Retrieve the stolen box\nLocation: Hysteria, Djarkel\n\nA few steps backwards in order to get the right distance, wapping of wings coming from her right, and on decision though could have harm the three of them. How much more stupider could the girl have been? Of course there was someone flying above when Lyn misjudged that jump. Of course it would have been the Esyire of all things. How stupider could the young woman get considering that Lyn was never truly left alone. Everything was beginning to fall in place for once on her life. She was no longer needed to protect the young woman.\n\nPersonally the vampire didn't mind turning back and going towards the cart. After all considering that the half breed was safe and sound with a protector there wasn't much to do. The human could survive retrieving the blasted box without any problems. Best to leave now and not be bothered with such burdens. This was what everyone in the group was thinking right? Best get rid of the useless people so you don't have to deal with them ever again.\n\nThe woman's head shook violently attempting to clear all these negative thoughts away. Granted some still lingered in their place. Control was never really her strong suit, making it fairly easy to pick up her thoughts if one wanted to. Her figure once again copied the movements from before, making the jump without any problems for being a newly turned vampire. \" Guess the whole jumping through the trees like a complete moron wasn't useless after all. The last step gave me a small amount of troubles as well as getting the angle perfectly but I digress.\" She thought to herself then addressed Lyna after Ssarak.\n\n\" I know you want to be just like your father Lyn but please don't do that again. You could have gotten hurt and the last thing I need is another hit on the head due to you copying me alright? Stay with Ssarak and the others please. It's better if I get hurt then you alright?\" The woman said in a soft tone before placing a few more candies in her mouth. Her eye twitched off to the distance, seeing faint figures running their way.\n\n\"Ssarak take our little Lyn up. Keep high off the ground and leave the fighting to us. If you don't trust me then give Lyn to me and we'll head back to the cart. Personally I would rather release my frustrations on them than the cart.\"", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "Helena had watched with confusion, only partly hearing Althaus near her talking to basically himself with his own sarcastic comments. But that didn't last long as her confusion turned to something more like horror for a second before her brain felt like it was being melted. She clasped hands over her ears as she sunk to her knees, trying to block all the noise out. \n\nGasping and breathing hard, she looked up after a moment, pulling her hands from her head as Althaus spoke again. \"No, I thought I'd just throw them away willy nilly while we're in a literal place of death,\" she shot back, pulling them out and tossing a few underhand towards him, knowing he'd likely catch them. \n\nThe beasts seemed to surround them the longer that they didn't move. She looked around her quickly, regaining her feet as fast as she could, but her head still felt a little dizzy from the noise that had shattered her brain. She grabbed at her own knives as she stood, backing away a little from the nearest one, trying to see if she could figure out what it's little trick was that it was going to use against them. Would it be like the shadow's above? Would it use them to move along? Did they need more light, or less?\n\n\"What do they do?!\" she called to Darell. She didn't like the little shit, but he seemed to be the only one who knew anything about what was going on here. \"Aside from the tentacles and the probably bitting.\"", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Leith Calder\n\nLeith slowly made his way through the crowds, keeping an eye on the beacon that Ssarak created for the thief. He made sure to keep his arm concealed by his cloak so he didn't cause any alarm in the vast crowd. Movement caught his eyes on the rooftops in the direction Lyn had gone, and as he turned to see what was going on, his blood ran cold as Lyn miscalculated a jump and collided with the edge of the other roof and started sliding down. Luckily, Ssarak was there to catch Lyn before she got hurt. Breathing a sigh of relief, he returned to wading through the mass of merrymakers. As he approached the warehouse, Leith got the message from Ssarak and made his way towards an entrance, waiting for further instructions. \n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nDarius Jura\n\nThe desert at night was a beautiful sight. Darius sighed as he looked out into the night and reminisced of years past. This place, this land, it was his home, but because of the revolt and subsequent revolution, it no longer was. It was a hard fact, but it was one he had to accept. Now, all he could do is offer insight on what the college should do with the new Yarosmere. Darius glanced at the guards on the ramps and scoffed. These men were as green as they come. \n\nDarius figured that these men volunteered so they could have an advantage in any fight that came to them. As he watched them, he frowned as one of the guards started aiming their crossbow into the night. He followed the man's line of sight and his jaw dropped when he saw the man aiming at a group of people in the distance that were approaching.\n\nAs the snow elf made her quip, Darius quickly crossed the distance between him and the guard and stood before him. He glared down at the man as he spoke to him in a quiet tone. \"Has this revolution rocked Yarosmere so much so that her guardsmen shoot people they cannot see clearly?\" Darius glowered at the man before he continued. \"Lower that crossbow, before your superiors hear about this.\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Darius Jura" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak followed along with the gargoyle and Aruna after the surprise of the vampire's arrival subsided. Aruna's response was much more visually hostile than Ssarak's, though she too realized that the vampire was not hostile shortly afterwards. Still, even as they were walking away, Ssarak noticed that she still seemed on edge. It seemed like the Half-Esyire was particularly cautious or nervous, though perhaps his experiences as a warrior had dulled him to the prospect of danger.\n\nShortly after leaving, Aruna asked Ssarak why he was at the college; a reasonable question. It had been long enough that Ssarak was not too terribly uncomfortable with talking about his past, though he doubted the details were appropriate for a casual conversation. Regardless, he gave no hesitation before answering. \"I suspect it is for the same reason as you, to learn how to use my mageblood. I am a psychomancer, and have taught myself a small amount about by blood. As can likely see, I am a warrior by trade, hailing from clan Dyre in the Scorched Lands. I left my homeland a few years ago, and recently heard about this college and what it offers. The concept of magic intrigues me, and I am eager to learn. What of yourself? I know not if Half-Esyire show all of the same traits as full Esyire, but by the color of your scales, I am guessing you are of Lues mageblood as well?\" He asked curiously.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Aruna listened patiently and attentively as they walked. It was unsurprising to learn that he was a warrior. It was surprising, however to learn that he knew how to use even a small amount of his magical abilities. She had yet to discover anything. She assumed since she had Esyire blood, that it would automatically be magic. But she had never been sure.\n\"I am afraid I am unsure. I assume I am of Lues mageblood, as you said, given my scale color it would be probable... But I am unsure if I even have mage blood. I am here to see if I can, and if so learn as much as I can for protection against... My enemies.\"\nShe decided not to go further on that subject. He didn't need to know everything. But there were several things she wished to know from him.\n\"Um... If you don't mind me asking, how did you discover you abilities, or how to use them? Also, what are the scorchlands like? I... I'm slightly ashamed to say I've never gotten far enough in to see any kind of civilization.\"\nShe tried to hive him her best pleading look. These were things she had desperately wondered about for a while. She hoped he didn't consider it to be rude, or disrespectful.", "username": "Toxic Diamond", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak found it strange that Aruna seemed so nervous to ask these seemingly normal questions. He wondered about her origins; it seemed from what she was saying that she had never spoken to many Esyire before. He did his best to give her a reassuring expression and tone as he spoke. \"I was born with the same blood as my father, and it was he who gave me my first basic lessons in its use. Unfortunately, he died early in my life, and Lues mageblood was a rarity in my village. He did set me on the path to be able to teach myself, but I fear I did not get too far on my own. My own training as a warrior often took precedence, but now that I am here, I can set myself on the path of learning once more.\"\n\n\"As for your question on the Scorched Lands, even I must admit they are not the most hospitable place in the world, but they were my home. It is hot year-round, and the intense radiation prevents anything that is not adapted to survive it from living there. My own village was a small and remote, and moved with the volcanically changing lands. We were all a part of clan Dyre, which encompasses a number of villages in the Scorched Lands. There is little that can grow there, and the creatures are deadly, so our hunters were required to be very skilled. Overall, it is a landscape that breeds strength in its people, as only the strongest can survive. The city of Felldor is not nearly as dangerous, though I am afraid I cannot give too much of a perspective on it, as I have only been to it on a few brief visits. It is a massive place built of dark volcanic rock, which houses the Head Chieftain of the clans. It is built on the most stable land area in the Scorched Lands, and as such is probably the safest place in the entire region. All clans recognize it as the hub of our people, and even if conflict arises between the clans, none would care cause trouble within its walls. Any trade from outside of the Scorched lands invariably goes to Felldor, and it represents a mixing of the cultures of all clans. Even if I preferred life in my home village, I had to admire it when I visited.\" Ssarak explained, trying to give as good of an overview of the region as he could. There were many more details he could give, but he did not want to overwhelm her with his initial explanation. \"What about yourself? Where are you from? I must admit, I am curious to learn more of your past. Before our meeting, I was not even aware a Half-Esyire could exist.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Tyrael Marchosias\n\n**\"Yes... Let us not waste any more time here. Come along, both of you. And try to keep your eccentricities in check.\"**Shifting the weight of the elf in his arms, Tyrael lead the group back to the college gates. He barked out his orders and the gates opened once again, allowing them entry, but also closed shut once everyone came in.**\"Now than, would you please explain who-\"**But just as Tyrael was about to interrogate the new comers, one of his thralls arrived and whispered something into his ears. \"-- ..- .... --..-- / -.-- --- .... / -. --- .-. -.. .. .... -- / -. . ..-. .. / .... .. -.. --- .... .-. .. - --..-- / .--. --- -.. / . -.-. -.-. / -.. -. .. / .--. --- -.. ... -. .. .... -- / . .... .. / .--. --- -- .- / -... .... .. -... . .... ..- .-. -.- / -.. -. .. ..- .... / .-.. .. . -.. -- .-.-.- / --.. .. / - -.-- / .-. -.-- -.. / -. . ..-. .. / .. .-. -.-- --- -.- -. / .-.. .. .-. / -.. -.-- / ... . .... ..-. .. / -.. -. .. / -- . ... .... .. - / .--. .. .. .-- .-.-.-\" Tyrael groaned. Another problem to deal with. He gave the elf to his demon and pulled his face close to his own.**\"Bring the elf to the infirmary. Alive.\"**There was a heavy dose of anger and hostility in his voice just short of outright yelling, which was a sudden change from his more monotonous and apathetic tone speaking towards the others. Once the whelp left, Karnage looked to the others.**\"Mar, I am afraid that something has come up. I know that it is not your responsibility, but I would be grateful if you take these people to another teacher. I think three are leading a tour right now. And now... I must go.\"**Tyrael turned away and walked off, disappearing around the corner.\n\nLucilia Riovas\n\nLucilia had spent much of her time touring the alchemical gardens, showing off the various species of plants to the up coming students. She went over things such as which were best for nursing a cold, which provided warmth during a hot day, what made for the best insect repellant, which one could be made into an acid to eat through steel, what would help restore ones energy, and what made the hottest spice for stew. She would have gone on and on, if she didn't spy a familiar face in the distance. It was Colette, the vampire. She was being escorted by a guard, which meant that something must have happened. If Lucilia's hunch was right, Colette was feeling a bit... Thirsty.**\"Alright everyone, we will be moving onto the next area, the Whisper Mist Grove. Just follow the path there and I will meet up with you soon. Behave yourselves now.\"**As the students dutifully went in the direction Lucilia had told them, she met up with Colette.\n\nOnce there, she dismissed the guard to speak with the younger vampire herself. Lucilia figured that Colette came to her because she was still thirsty for blood. She figured that this would be a common problem, even if she managed to get Colette out of her blood starved state. Old habits die hard she guessed. Lucilia took out a small vial of the Marrow Draught and held it out to Colette.**\"I'm glad that you took the time to seek me out, Colette. Still thirsty, yes? Drink a little of this than, and you should be well off for the next few hours.\"**\n\nAnnabeth Gulch\n\nFollowing Uicle towards the forge, the unfortunate teacher went through some bad luck on the way in. Annabeth witness first hand as part of the wall fall onto the teacher's shoulder, as he broke the door handle, and as a hammer beaned him in the face. That last one really surprised her.**\"Is... Is that something that normally happens? Flying hammers?\"**After the rhetoric, Annabeth did notice something else that might be of immediate concern. It came in the form of a large hammer that was held onto a beam on above them with nails. Problem was that the nails looked dangerously bent. Sure enough as soon as Uicle was near enough, the hammer slid off the nails. Annabeth reacted faster than she could speak or think, and the first thing she did was push Uicle out of the way of the falling hammer with all her might. Little did she know, she also pushed him right towards on of the workers holding a box of ornate steel daggers.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Lucilia Riovas, Master Herbamancy Professor (College Title), Owner of Scarlet Traveler (Trade Caravan & Occupation Title), Sanguine Rose (Alias in Vampire society)" }, { "text": "Colette Filiatrault\n\nShe nodded and took the small vial from the older vampire and drank it and sighed in relief when she felt her blood lust go away and she slowly stopped shaking. \"Thanks Miss Lucilla I didn't know what I would have done if I haven't met you, maybe I would have killed again without your help\" she said in a soft voice bowing to her before looking at her with a small smile. \"Well I should get going I can see that you are very busy\" she said very voice still soft but very polite like the young lady she was before she was transformed forever. She turned her back and began to walk away her hands folded neatly in front of her her arm keeping the parasol up above her head to block the sun light.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" } ]

[ { "text": "Aruna watched her latest companion stumble off to look at a plant creature. The elf had a roughness about her that Aruna didn't care for, but she seemed like an individual who was honest, not out if any kind of moral code, but just because they didn't give a damn what you thought. That trait was something Aruna admire\n *if she could get over her apparent bloodlust, she'd make a good ally. Until then, she's to dangerous to trust.*\nAruna looked at Ssarak as he noted their departing guests character. She ran her fingers through her plain black hair and sighed.\n\"She is definitely brusque, but she seems as though she has good intentions....\"\nShe glanced at the elf.\n\"Mostly.\"\n\nShe picked up her bowl and stood, making sure her tail was unwrapped from the table leg.\n\"If you will excuse me Ssarak, I need to refill my bowl.\"\nShe walked away from the table and towards the food, blending with the crowd as she went, trying to remain inconspicuous.", "username": "Toxic Diamond", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Ssarak nodded to Aruna. He did acknowledge that the Forest Elf at least seemed to be trying to help, so her intentions were at least positive. However, Ssarak was well aware that intentions did not excuse one's actions. Were intentions all that mattered, then he would be a hero to his people, instead of an exile and a murderer. He was a living example of how the greatest evils could be committed with the best of intentions.\n\nAs Aruna left to refill her bowl, Ssarak finished off one of his steaks and moved on to the seafood. He looked around at the crowd as he ate, trying to distract himself from the rather depressing line of thought his mind seemed to be going down. There were so many different people of all shapes and sizes; there were races that he had never seen before, and others he had never even heard of. Humans and Elves, Esyire and Half-Snakes, walking plants and Winged Humans, all of these beings and more were crowding the dining hall; he simply could not tell which were of the races of Tien, and which were demons. In this environment, that line was blurred beyond recognition.\n\nUnfortunately, while Ssarak was observing the crowd around him, he became distracted and one of the inherent abilities of his mageblood slipped into action. Suddenly, his mind started reaching out to those around him, reading into their thoughts. For the most part, he felt the emotions and inclinations of those around him without mental barriers,*all*of them. All of the joy, sadness, curiosity, pride, anger, pleasure, pain, hope, and regret. All of it swarmed his mind at once, overwhelming all of his senses. There were some words mixed in with the emotions as well, but with the sheer number of people around him, they all jumbled together into incoherent noise, like everyone in the room was shouting in his ear all at once. All of this combined gave him a massive, splitting headache, causing him to lean forward onto his hands as he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and rubbed his temples, quite obviously in pain. For the moment, he was unresponsive as he tried his best to attempt to reign in his blood and stop the mass of voices from assaulting his mind.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nAt this point, Ssarak was honestly not expecting the situation to actually improve when Lucilia suddenly opened the door. Much to his relief, however, she ordered Grey to stand down, then invited himself and Meirin inside. Hopefully, the entire meeting would remain civil from start to finish. Lucilia's treatment of Lyn was of course an issue that Ssarak did not intend to abandon, but the situation with Alaira was an entirely separate matter that they could address more immediately. And of course, the college, and even Djarkel, could benefit from acting on the information they were carrying quickly. \n\n\"Thank you. Rest assured, we are here only to give our report on the events which transpired on our mission. We uncovered information regarding the problems plaguing that area of Djarkel.\" Ssarak said, slightly bowing his head to Lucilia as Grey finally allowed them to pass. As Lucilia was walking to her closet, Ssarak walked over to one of the chairs in her room and regarded it for a few moments before deciding that it was likely too small to accommodate him. He witnessed Lucilia weave a basket with her magic and give it, along with a few other items, to Lyn. None of the items he could see seemed particularly strange, and Lyn was certainly happy to receive it, so he elected to say nothing about it. Instead, he read into Lyn's mind, something he had developed a habit of doing while in her presence. He heard both her greeting, and the quite…interesting question she asked. \n\nSsarak did not hesitate nor flinch in his response to Lyn. Having raised three children himself, he had gone through pretty much every uncomfortable question a child could ask. smiled at Lyn as he sent her a telepathic message. \"Hello, Lyn. Yes, I do know what it means. It is…insulting. It is an expression of emotion, something to show anger and to say that you want someone to leave. It is also impolite, rude, and inappropriate. Usually, saying it to someone will make them very mad. When you learn how to speak out loud, you should make sure not to say it, alright? But, aside from that, it is good to be home, is it not? Have you seen your mother or father since you got back?\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Lyn\n\nLyn watched Mei and Ssarak enter the room, still holding the basket, she stood where she was. She was aware how dangerous and delicate the scene seemed, feeling if she moved then they would all be crushed by the anger seeping into the room. At least, she thought it was anger. She didn't get long to examine the emotions stirring in the air when Ssarak answered her question. Naturally the child frowned, her eyebrow raised in disbelief that her Aunt would use such type of words to be hurtful or mean. Her Aunt was a great person after and no one could convince her otherwise.\n\n'I don't understand. Dad and my aunt are good people so why would they use words to hurt others? Why would they want to? They aren't bad people... are they?'\n\nShe looked at Ssarak with curiosity for a moment before moving onto the next topic Ssarak had asked. 'I'm just happy everyone's alive. And yes, I did see my parents though Dad's hand was nothing but a stump. He got seriously hurt and I couldn't protect him or make it better. I've not tested out my herbamancy since I got back which I'm a little scared it might never work again. Part of me wishes I could use it to help mom. Something's wrong with, I can feel it but I don't know how to fix it. It's like she very, very sad and my gestures, actions and usual stuff isn't enough. I can't really say anything because I can't put my thoughts into words. It's why I like you, Satori and the other psychomancers. I can say fully what I feel without worrying about something getting misunderstood. As good as those who love are at understanding my gestures, they don't say everything. Does that make sense?'", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "Alaira TaennAlaira rolled her eyes at Athalus as she let the man speak, tapping her fingers on her arm. \"Wake up. This freedom of yours is a fever dream. Your stubbornness'll get all your people killed when one of those big bad countries comes to take that land anyhow. One of those two will own Tidehome by the end, and if not that's because they made it a crater. And if you ally with us, that puts us on the top of their collective shitlists too. So, kindly fuck off back to your swamp and... I don't know. Roll around in the mud. Whatever it is you do.\" She said, waving dismissively as she dragged Athalus behind her, disappearing into the crowd... Well, not really. She was tall enough to stand out anyhow, but retribution for her comments would be difficult with all those bodies in the way... Though she didn't think he'd do anything anyway. and if he did, well that was great too. Nobody could complain about her punching him if he struck first.\n\nShe sighed, her expression going dark when she heard him speak of Mar... Lately, she didn't know how to feel about her... She'd seen what she'd done to Athalus. And he just... took it. That one eyed guard liked to mope about what happened to his hand, but it wasn't like he lopped it off himself... Mar had nearly killed Athalus on multiple occasions, and it only seemed to be getting worse... If she loved him, why did she hurt him? You don't hurt the people you love... She shook her head, resting her hand on his shoulder. \"I'll go with ya... Make sure nothing crazy happens...\" She said seriously, unhanding him as she gestured to him to lead the way.\n\nGrey OnyxGrey thought back to the axe. Only weapon? That's funny. Last I checked you couldn't do a lap around this place without tripping over a random weapon... I can get an axe that's just as sharp that doesn't sass me any time I want... Hell, Tyrael'd probably trade me a damn good one for you. So if you want me to keep you, and I assume you do since you haven't flown to someone else's hip, I suggest you better be giving me some good reasons that aren't threats. And without someone to swing you around you're useless... Why bother with me if you could just swing around and kill stuff on your own all the time? I'm not stupid.\n\nGrey stroked his chin, listening to Lucilia speak. He rolled his eyes at the mention of vampires, but let the subject lie. He had learned to at least keep that to himself more often than not. he quirked a brow when she leaned in to speak more privately, his eye widening in alarm at the seriousness of the Archmage's presence... He had to watch Lucilia, sure, but what if the Archmage died because he refused to fetch the medicine? His fragile conscience was strained enough as it is! He nodded urgently, standing at attention and giving a quick salute as he took the key. \"Yes Ma'am. It will be done.\" He said seriously, turning and heading for her office...", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Baulder\n\nBaulder blinked for a second. For some reason he had felt like he lost time. He hadn't though, he still had to talk to Uicle about the orcs. He stood for a second in the sea of people now in the dinning hall and tried to look around for the suit of armor. He extended his legs to their full length to put himself above atleast part of the crowd. He began scanning the room from above some of the heads looking for the staff that he was told about. After a minute or so of searching he managed to find the hulking suit of armor and he returned back to his normal height. On his way over however he decided to go grab some more of what he had been told was called \"Turkey\".\n\nApon grabbing what he could only guess what the whole breast with his hand he began to take large chunks out of the hunk of meat. As he approached the suit he for the first time in awhile said. \"You Uicle?\" He said pointing at the staff with his free hand.", "username": "cqbexpt", "char_name": "\"Scarred hand\", \"Midnight\", Baulder" } ]

[ { "text": "**Aruna**\nAruna saw the Esyire coming from a distance and waited for him to come to her. She noticed that he took special care to be deliberate and nonthreating. She liked that. To show an equal measure of peace she let het usually tense and poised posture relax a bit, but not to much. She also let a grin touch her lips.\n**\"Yes, that would be...\"**\nShe searches for the right word.\n **\"Fine. I am Aruna. It is a pleasure to meet you.\"**\nShe holds out her hand and smiles. He had been so generous with the display of peace, so she decided to start off the introductions and use what little manners she learned from the Mortista estate. The gargoyle snorts impatiently.", "username": "Toxic Diamond", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Tyrael Marchosias\n\nTyrael walked around the naga a little bit to peek at the wood elf. Still living, and rather small. It could feed maybe two or three of his whelps back at the college, but otherwise Mar had a point: the thing would be useless if was dead. But Tyrael was never one to waste, but since the option to kill the elf obviously wasn't viable he dropped the subject.**\"The opening ceremony has begun. We should hurry.\"**Tyrael knew that Mar was more than able to carry the wood elf the rest of the way back, but it would be faster for the both of them if he carried the elf instead. As one who once held his entire legion on his back, a mere elf wasn't a heavy burden. And just as the demon put the elf in his arms, a new comer had arrived.\n\nTyrael had noticed the being before, but he wasn't trying to hide. He smelled human, but the faint smell of mortality hung on the man. Was he a career killer? It didn't really matter to Tyrael. No one at the college would be considered innocent. Merely the damned and the dead. What did matter, however, was what reason this man had to confront him, Mar, and the resting elf. No man of a normal mind would even consider approaching a demon as obvious as Tyrael, and nagas were hardly a very approachable species. Either the man was quiet the weirdo, or he had an ulterior motive. But than again, who doesn't?\n\n**\"Hello. You approach Tyrael Marchosias. Are you lost?\"**As the man drew nearer his stench grew stronger, as well as his appearance. The man was obviously a fighter of some sort, decked in dark armor with a large dagger sitting on his waist. But Tyrael can smell the other blades hidden on his person, at least three more or so. This man must have been quite a skilled fighter, and a dirty one at that. It did, in a way, concern Tyrael, but mostly because he had Mar to take into consideration, as well as the wood elf he carried in his arms.\n\nLucilia Riovas\n\n**\"You needn't worry about me, Archmage.\"**A swarm of bats swooped down from the skies. Thousands upon thousands of crimson bats swarmed into a location, before gathering into one egg-shape orb. When it seemed like the entire swarm had gathered into place, they dispersed, first revealing the top of a parasol. Than when that moved up, it revealed Lucilia. She wasted no time introducing herself.**\"Greetings, students. I am Lucilia Riovas, Master Alchemist as well as Herbamancy Professor. And for those curious about my display, I am indeed a vampire.\"**She smiled quietly as she let that last fact sink into some students. Most didn't show any reactions, though from the whispers there was concern. She knew this, and it made her smile knowing that some still feared vampires as though they were children scared of the monsters under their beds.**\"If you will follow me, our first stop will be the alchemical gardens. Do be careful and do not touch anything. While many of the plants are harmless in their natural state, the more volatile ones blend in like a snake hidden under a rose.\"**As soon as she appeared, Lucilia was already making her way towards the gardens, with a small crowd of students behind her.\n\nAnnabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth took note of what Khan had told her.***\"Alright, just talk to a gargoyle during the day, shouldn't-\"***And just than, she arrived. Bats flew in from the skies and converged onto a point, and from that point came a woman with white hair and deep red eyes. Annabeth was awestruck, but came to her senses when she called herself Lucilia. She was the one that Annabeth was looking for. She nearly blurted out for the vampire before Lucilia made her introduction, as as quickly as she arrived, she left to lead a tour of students. Annabeth was half-tempted to simply follow her and try to prod her with questions, but she managed to stay still long enough to realize this was not the time. Lucilia had to led these students on a tour, and she probably didn't have time to help Annabeth resolve her family problems right now. As much as she didn't like it, Annabeth would need to wait for the right time.\n\nIn the meantime, there was other things Annabeth could do. Going on a tour was one thing, but who should she go with? It would be too tempting to bombard Lucilia with questions if she went with her. The other option was the pink-haired woman, and the rather macabre looking man. If memory served correctly, they were called Lidda and Uicle respectively. Curiosity got the better of Annabeth, and she decided to group with the one known as Uicle. She was curios as to what he did here. No doubt he was a necromancer of some sort, and while she didn't really like the undead, she admittedly had a one-sided view on them.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title)" }, { "text": "Meirin was having the hardest time staying awake. Short of doing a small jig, all this waiting and talking was not only a bore, but making her sleepy. As she rubbed her eyes to stay awake, she noticed a shadow on the roof. She didn't really pay much attention at first, but than it swooped down. It was some sort of gigantic beast, growing larger and larger by the moment. \"Is... Is anyone else seeing this?!\" Merin's eyes grew wide as the creature grew so large that the tower could barely hold onto it. It was no surprise that the creature soon crushed the tower underneath it's weight, so suddenly and violently that it caused a sizable explosion. Meirin was knocked to the ground and buried underneath rubble. She blacked out as soon as she hit the ground.\n\nBy the time she opened her eyes, the dust had settled, but the scene was horrific. People dead and dying all around her. Buried underneath rocks, or tore apart and spread about like garbage. Some were trying in vain to help the injured, but dark monsters emerged form the shadows, tearing them apart before retreating back into the darkness and leaving behind the mess they made. Meirin looked for her bag and when she found it, she took out a pair of swords. She didn't know what was attacking them, but she wasn't about to go down. She heard the sound of blades clashing as she saw Khan, the Archmage, fighting off a group of the dark monsters. Meirin ran over to help, stabbing her blade into the back of one beast before proceeding to do the same to another. But it had no affect; the monster would cry in pain, but death did not come to them. Even when the draconian would hew one in half, it simply made a blood curdling cry before reattaching itself and continuing it's assault. It got to the point where even the Archmage was getting overwhelmed, and was soon swallowed up in a sea of darkness. \"Archmage!\" Meirin cut her way through the dark monsters, but when she reached the Archmage who she found was her own body, missing much of her own flesh and already in the process of rotting to death. \"What!?\" As Meirin tried to comprehend what was happening, she woke up.\n\nThe red haired girl opened her eyes when someone came to speak to her. For the longest moment she spaced out before her body trembled and she regained her composure. She had fallen asleep for just a short moment and had a surreal dream. Or was it just a nightmare? Not her worse, but it still was uncomfortable. But once she took some time to compose herself, Meirin shook off the nightmare and resumed her sunny-if-slightly-sleepy disposition. She didn't catch anything the person said aside from his name, and Meirin pretended that she listened to him the entire time. \"My name is Meirin Kurenai. But you may call me Mei. I... I guess we're students here now, huh?\" Now that she had something active to focus on, Mei's mind tried to work out something to converse about. She than asked the first thing that came to mind. \"So, what sort of magic can you do?\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" } ]

[ { "text": "Mar\n\nShe was relieved when he sided with her line of thinking at last, following up with a warning. Being out in the open, unless on the move, and in a group that seemed intent on growing in size wasn't an ideal situation for her. It chanced attracting unwanted attention among the unsavory wildlife, at least back in Yarsomere it have. Truthfully, Mar's knowledge of Twilight College or its lands wasn't the highest. In fact it severely lacked which created a slight paranoia in being such a place. Made worse that she was the only Naga around for miles.\n\nShe watched the Elf shifted in Tyrael's arms then the Fallen Orc move, paused only to bark an order to raise the gates. Once in, Mar's nerves had settled again to being surrounded by the stone walls. While it wasn't underground, it was better than being exposed. Tyrael had just started to speak when a demon, one of his, had begun to whisper in his ear. Mar didn't know the origins of the language that Tyrael had spoken and personally didn't care. In their respect, they understood each other well enough to prevent misunderstandings and that was all that mattered to her. Her eyebrow pulled up when Tyrael passed off the wounded Elf to the demon. That was uncommon for him and a reason for her to be concerned, her stance unfazed when his mood quickly shifted. It became angry and threatening. He pulled the demon's face closer to his own and made his orders clear. She had seen the method work well as the demon, the creature's pace quick and hasty, took off for the infirmary.\n\nThe matter now taken care of Tyrael addressed her. Her curiosity had ceased the moment he asked her to escort the pair to another teacher, mentioning three were currently occupied with opening day matters. She merely nodded. Mentally however, the Naga sighed at the distasteful task. First her exploring had been interrupted when the wounded Wood Elf had been found and finally the other two arrived. Something inside told Mar she should've expected this but despite this, she was now stuck in the responsibility. Not for the first time either. Her thought noted Tyrael's acceptance in Mesa Gaan to prove this.\n\nInhaling a bit, Mar turned to the other two. She aimed to complete the matter at hand and spoke.*\"Very well, follow me and once we find a teacher, they will determine the next course of action. I believe one of you distinctively said Rune and something about Artifact.\"*", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "*Althalus*\n\nAlthalus shrugged. \"One man's eccentricities are another man's normal behavior.\" He replied, following the Demon. He kept a prudent distance away from Tyrael though. College teacher he may be, but he was still a Demon. Demon's were dangerous, and able to kill him before he could even put up a paltry fight. The Naga didn't seem pleased by his presence either, so he kept himself aware of where she was. The Demon appeared to be what she went by in terms of hostility, but it was always good not to run into the half-snake by accident. He has seen how those coils could crush a man slowly and painfully to death.*On the flip side, they make wonderful coverups for murders.*Althalus reflected,*People are far to willing to believe that the Naga went insane and killed someone, rather than the stranger, who was mysteriously missing from the excitement, did it.*He smiled at himself. \"Once an Assassin, always an assassin.\" He quoted softly too himself. Damn old fool. Could have kept things the way they were...but no. He had to get paranoid.\n\nAlthalus's musings were abruptly stopped by the clanging of a gate behind him. Apparently, they were in the College. Just as Tyrael was about to interrogate them(Althalus couldn't really blame him. A strange man in black armor and a mask, armed, arrives suddenly? And then a strange plant person? It was prudent to triple check their stories.) again, another Demon arrived and whispered in his ear. Althalus picked up bits and pieces of the language, but it was largely...gibberish to him. As Tyrael's tone changed rather drastically, Althalus took a step backwards. Angry things tended to do rash things, and he wanted to be well out of claw range should the demon choose to lash out. Some would call it cowardice. Althalus called it caution born from experience. As the Demon stalked off, Althalus relaxed. Mar turned to them, and Althalus gestured to the plant thing next to him. \"The Foreas. Her translator appears to be broken.\" It was fairly obvious why the plant would need a translator, having no mouth or eyes. Taking off his mask, he made a sweeping gesture to the Naga. \"Lead on. I suggest we stop by the Rune expert in the College. Who knows. Maybe we'll find a teacher leading a tour on the way.\" Securing his mask on his hip, he waited, his eyes roving over the courtyard.\n\nWell, he was finally here. It had only taken years and dozens of deaths to force him to move towards the College, rather than staying an assassin with a knack for hiding in the shadows successfully. Somehow...he suspects that would have been the easier course.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "Eirenver made it into the college when the gates first opened, on horseback wearing a silver-black tunic and black breeches. Once inside the guards directed him to the stables where he left his horse and was taken back to the courtyard where a large crowd of students stood facing an Esyire. Among the students, he noticed a large number of humans, it was to be expected, but that didn't make things any less uncomfortable for him. Looking down on their inferiority he walked between the crowd, forcing himself to apologize until he was somewhere along the middle when a cloaked figure fell into the crowd from the sky.\n\nThe crowd parted away slightly as the figure stood, apologizing.*Curious,*Eirenver thought to himself as he returned his attention to the Esyire, who happened to be the headmaster. Those large, idiotic creatures managed to do something right for once, he mused as the headmaster continued with his speech. Towards the end, a distant cousin - a snow elf - ran headlong into the headmaster - who didn't seem to mind - before being taken away by what he could only assume was another student. He'd only been there for a half hour*at most*and already he was beginning to feel the students and people here were far too crazy and strange for him to be having a normal experience within the college.\n\nThe students were then split into groups, following one of the two professors. Eirenver took the opportunity and followed the one they called Uicle, who happened to be the most unluckiest fellow he had ever met. Things took a turn for the stranger when they descended to the basement and the professor was stabbed by a number of swords and simply got up, explaining to them he was only a suit of armour without a body. Eirenver could have handled that, however, it was the laughter of the bald albino that made things a little too strange to bear. \"You're all bloody mad,\" he said looking at everyone of them, a sneer beginning to form on his lips.\n\nNot once had he encountered so many strange things at once, an Esyire as a headmaster of a prestigious college, a random student falling from the sky, a professor who didn't have a body, and a crazy albino student. Most of the students were eying him strangely, as if he were the weird one, and why wouldn't they? He was the one who broke out and said everything and everyone was crazy, all the while, the others just accepted it like it was a normal day.\n\nHaving enough of it, he broke away from the group and made his way back up the stairs, mumbling about something or another, while he walked, heading towards the one of the large stone statues that would guide him to his dorm.", "username": "Torack", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Aruna heard Ssarak walk away and calmed down a bit. She still couldn't believe the gal of him. As she looked around the room she took in details for the first time. It wasn't very large, but it fit two beds and their respective clothes drawers. She studied the walls and saw the two buttons that the gargoyles said would change the room to It's users liking.\n*Not to shabby*\nAruna went to the bed farthest from the door and, coincidentally, closest to the window. Her tail was itching like crazy from having her Tail whip strapped on for three whole days. She unstraped her tail whip and her shoulder sheath, then put them in the top drawer of the clothes drawer. After she had done that, she took off her long coat, being careful of her sore wings. She stayed in her black sleeveless shirt and pants simply because she was to tired to change. After stowing her knife under her pillow, she laid down and pulled the blanket over herself. Her wings almost hung limp as she sat on the soft comfortable bed. It had been so long since she had slept on anything so soft that she she almost moaned.\nShe pulled her knees up to her chest and pulled her tail around herself so that the tip of her tail was right before her face. It wasn't her most safe position, but it was the one that was most comfortable to her, and it helped her get over some of the anxiety of being in a place she knew nothing about and surrounded by strangers. Aruna closed her eyes and finally let the full extent of her exhaustion wash over her. She was asleep immediately.", "username": "Toxic Diamond", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Meirin watched the scene of Uicle getting stabbed with daggers. Somehow though, there was no blood, not even a yelp of pain from Uicle. He than explained that he was just a spirit in the armor. This did nothing to make any more sense for Mei. Leith seemed to get a kick out of it though. He laughed for a while, in the mean time Mei quietly slipped away. As interesting the tour was getting, she felt that she would like to scope the place out on her own. Many students already seemed to have done so themselves, so she figured it would be no problem.\n\nAfter passing the courtyard, Meirin found herself in one of the larger buildings. Apparently this was the student lodgings, and Meirin was free to find a room for herself. She was glad, because she had been carrying all her gear since she came in. All her weapons and equipment weighed at least around a hundred pounds, and her shoulder was quite sore from holding them the entire time. A place to set them down would be nice. Of course, there was one problem: She had no idea where to go. Apparently not all the rooms were for students, so when she poked her head inside either she's obviously see that she wasn't suppose to be there, or someone would be there to spell it out to her. She went through at least twenty doors before she finally found what seemed to be a room.\n\nThe room seemed empty. Meirin quietly opened the door and took a careful observation. It wasn't very large, but it fit two beds and their respective drawers. She studied the walls and saw the two buttons that she didn't really know what did. She would investigate later, for now she needed to put her things away. Some of the weapons were too large into the drawers, but she put away what she could. The only weapon she would have to find another place for was her polearm; everything else she was able to tuck away. Sitting on her bed, she examined the blade of her weapon. She could see a hazy image of herself in it's reflection. She blinked, and than saw herself covered in blood.\n\nMeirin threw her weapon against the wall and jumped to her feet. She wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not, but a quick check on her face proved that she wasn't bleeding. Picking up her polearm, she saw that her reflection was normal.**\"Haaah... Get a grip Mei. It's the past.\"**", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" } ]

[ { "text": "**Leith Calder**\n\nLeith stared at Ssarak in confusion as the Esyire back-pedalled away. It took him a few seconds for Ssarak's words to sink into his sleep-deprived head, and when they did, his eyes opened wide. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he could speak.\n\n\"Wha- no. That's not what being roommates means at all-well, most of the time, that is. It's only like the way you say it is if the roommates are opposite gender, or the same, sometimes, but-\" Leith dropped his bag by the smaller bed, sat on the bed, and sighed loudly. He put his elbows on his knees and rubbed his eyes. \"I'm explaining this terribly, aren't I? It only becomes intimate if the roommates make it that way, but having a roommate of the opposite gender can have intimate connotations; even if there is nothing there.\"\n\nHe looked at Ssarak and smiled. \"Just to allay your fears, I'm not looking for a relationship either, more-so with men, not exactly my kind of thing. Anyway, I*really*don't want to search for another room,\" he said with a dry smile. He was completely willing to go find another room, but he thought a joke might make the mood a bit lighter. \"So how about we become roommates?\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Tyrael Marchosias\n\nTyrael began to drag the man further and further into the forest. The man had dark skin, bald, and very scarred. Blood mattered his face, likely from Tyrael since his fists were red as well. Once they were a sufficient distance away, Tyrael tossed the man against a tree and took out one of his daggers from the Inferno. He had the blade heated from the Inferno so when Tyrael cut into the man, it would burn the wound so he wouldn't bleed out. He'd still die... Eventually. But Tyrael had some questions to ask.\n\nBy the time the man had awoken, Tyrael had gutted him from groin to sternum. He was slowly, inch by inch, putting his intestines out from his body. While the man was very much alive and conscience. The man screamed for a while, but Tyrael paid him no mind as he continued to pull out the man's guts. Once the man began to stop screaming, Tyrael started asking questions.**\"Where is he? Elysion.\"**\n\nThe man began to breath heavily, though it was muffled by the squelching sounds of his guts being pulled out of his body. He shuddered every time Tyrael tugged on a tight intestine. When the man didn't answer, Tyrael slid his hand into the man's body and poked his lung.**\"Where is Arrun Kamfer?\"**The man began to hyperventilate, but he also began to talk. \"I don't know I don't know! Why are you doing this!? I don't know what you're talking about!\" Tyrael kept pulling the man's guts out, seemingly uncaring about what the man said.**\"You know, they say that a human's body has a mile's worth of intestine int heir body. I do not know the exact number myself. But I imagine that if you do not tell me where Elysion is, I will be able to discover the truth soon enough.\"**The man began to scream for help, but no one would hear him. They were far from the college now, just as Tyrael intended.\n\nAfter some time, Tyrael had a small pile of intestines next to him, enough that he could throw it over the College wall and use it to rappel his way up.**\"Elysion. Formerly called Arrun Kamfer. Demonmancer. Cult leader. Formerly a unassuming candle maker. Your employer. Three days ago he vanished from his shop. Between those days and now, over fifty people have been killed 'In the name of Salvation'. You have been caught attempting to murder one of my chefs. Need I explain more, or shall I see what your entrails will tell me?\"**Tyrael wrapped the man's intestines around his hand and made a quick jerk, causing blood and fat to roll down his arm. The man continued to scream, but his throat had gone so dry and hoarse that Tyrael was somewhat concerned that the man wouldn't be able to answer. No matter, there was some time before the opening ceremony, and if the man wouldn't give him anything useful he'd just hand him off to one of his demons to get the man to start talking.\n\nAs Tyrael began to coil the man's intestine into more manageable sizes, the man spoke up. \"He... Elysion... Has seen his coming... It will not... Be long...***Kudd...***\" And with that, the man had finally died. Tyrael's eyes grew wide at the man's last words. Tyrael left the body behind as he went back out to the college. Once there, his mind was lost in thought. He went over many things in his head, information about demons, the current state of the Inferno, and occasionally the open ceremony. Along the way he bumped into a student absentmindedly.**\"I apologize, I was not... Wait a moment. You are Lucilia's guest, are you not?\"**The hulking demon had run into Colette the vampire.\n\nAnnabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth watched with amusement as the unfortunate teacher continued to stumble through one unfortunate accident after another. She felt a little bit guilty at his bad luck, but it was still entertaining. She made sure to be extra careful however, as she was unsure if his bad luck would affect her somehow. Though after looking around, she noticed that Uicle's luck might be worse than just what's happening to him. Slowly she saw that many students were beginning to leave him one-by-one. Annabeth herself considered doing the same, but she didn't. She felt bad for the unfortunate soul, and it may hurt him emotionally to know that all his \"students\" left him.\n\nOf course, it didn't help that it seemed that the exact scenario just happened. By the time Uicle had finally left the forge, the only students left was Annabeth a a couple that didn't so much follow Uicle as much as they were going in his general direction while they conversed among themselves. Annabeth just faked a smile, trying to make it seem like she was at least trying to pay attention.**\"Well, Sir Uicle.... I suppose that everyone wanted to explore on their own...\"**", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title)" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\n\"Wait, I am confused.\" Ssarak responded, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Nothing these Humans did ever seemed to make sense. Aruna was raised in their culture, and according to her, asking to be a roommate was offensive, but Leith was now telling him otherwise. Their rules seemed selective and variable, and not at all sensible. What Leith said seemed to indicate their rules varied by gender, which he also could not understand. In Ssarak's upbringing, societal differentiation between genders was nearly nonexistent, so the concept did not exist in his mind.\n\n\"So, is there, or is there not a rule among humans regarding sharing rooms? I am relatively new to this land, and I have already offended one person because of rules I do not understand. And what influence does gender have on this; that does not make sense to me. If sharing rooms is acceptable, then I have no issue with you staying, but I would*really*like to understand what is going on here. From my perspective, humans make no sense whatsoever, and have rules that apply only selectively, apparently to my detriment.\" Ssarak explained, staring attentively at the human and awaiting his response.The sooner someone set right his misconceptions about human society, the sooner he would be able to clear up any misunderstandings he had made with others, such as Aruna, so perhaps it was fortunate Leith had came along, even if it did seem as if he was only interested in getting to sleep.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Colette\n\nShe nodded slowly when he introduced himself and bowed. \"Nice to meet you I am Colette.\" she said politely and when he mentioned the stuff that the older vampire had given her she nodded. \"Yes she did give me that stuff so I can control my blood lust\" she said softly, almost quietly. She grew cautious when he mentioned her to follow him and she nodded slowly and began to follow him. \"What is it you wanted to show me Mr. Marchosias\" she asked curiously siding glancing the male she was following with a curious but guarded expression on her youthful face.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "Khan\n\nKhan had been eyeing the pair since they finally noticed each other. He had a unsettle feeling and when things started to escalate, his mind for a split second debated on sending Uicle's little mental birds to aid should the worse happen. The only problem with his idea was that it looked as if he wouldn't have much time. The two looked on the verge of attacking one another, rather it would be something which would drag the remaining student body among their clash and likely injure several students in the careless action. Not to mention the pair of them.\n\nOf all days, why it have to be today when two Naga had to show up on their door step? The Esyire sighed, his gesture mixed in both annoyance and defeat. He should've realized today was bound to be interesting. He forced his body to relax yet one foot stepped in front of another, brought him slightly closer and inwardly made a note to talk to Tyrael. He aimed to request Tyrael to keep his guest from attacking others unless Lucilia or Uicle would have a better method to complete such a task. Still retaining a safe distant, he remained on high gaurd to interfere and separate the pair. His eyes lingered upon the pair, inwardly debated on best method that would both minimize the damage and restrain the two Naga. His mind set to call Zaad to his aid. Thankfully he didn't need to. Val, the blunt and gruff Rune Master, had leapt feet first into the heated discussion before the two vipers like creatures could tangle. Immediately she scolded both then warned them she would put them both in their place if they continued.\n\nIt seemed to do the trick as the female, Mar if he remembered correctly, had slithered away.\n\nYet not without cause for Khan to become concern. He would've over looked the matter if all there had been mere hissing and displays. His ears caught Mar's threat, a clear warning that she fully intended to carry it out regardless of the courtesy extended from the College, disregarded the Twilight college rules. Despite the accusations and verbal claims, he didn't completely condone such behavior. At least Alaira had the common sense to vent on potted plants or other such inanimate objects, even if it had made a few gargoyles grumble in grudging protest and earned Rathel's disapproval.\n\nHis eyes still watched the Naga leave but another voice, feminine and gentle, had spoken. This caused Khan to break his line of sight upon Mar's retreating back to the owner, his head tilted down when he realized it came from below him. His wing stretched out and up, no longer obscured his sight as they fell on what seemed to be a she wolf. Made from a combination of ivory, stone and bright gems, his eyebrow rose in question to whom the golem belonged to. His first assumption was an intermediate student's first attempt to create a higher level golem or maybe another of Uicle's.\n\nNot aimed to be rude any farther, the Head master replied. \"I believe they are called Naga. Though currently it seems they are in a bit of argument and one that is not advised. If you'll give me a moment to settle a matter, I'll introduce myself and we'll seek out you master. I'm sure he can't be far.\"\n\nThough the event died down he couldn't allow the Naga to wander off unwatched. Khan rose his hand up. In moments, a small metal bird fluttered to his hand and perched there lightly. One of Uicle's many spies and sentries. The small creature bobbed its head, surprisingly gentle in its grip upon Esyire's large fingers while the Head Master pulled it close and whispered instructions to report back to Uicle. It was a simple request, one he would entrust the man to fulfill: send a few spies to keep an eye on the female Naga and some Golems on standby should she become aggressive again. Inwardly Khan only hoped he was being over cautious.\n\nNext, he focused upon his knowledge of the Inferno, noted it was highly likely a small swarm ofbone impswould've been nested in the precise area at this current time of day within the Inferno, and quickly summoned a portal big enough for his hand. He it held there for a moment until something, toothy and hungry, bit down. Instantly his hand fisted about the unwise creature and jerked it into the physical realm, the small portal sealed once through. The bone imp squeaked in surprise to find its prey had trapped it. It was just over 2' tall, with red orange skin and bony tips at its bat like wing end. Twin horn curved up from the top of its narrow head, sided by pointed ears and slightly elongated neck. It was far too thin to be considered well fed, its long tail held a scorpion like stinger that had started to stab into the Esyire's fisted hand repeatedly until it drew a bit of blood. In a few hours the venom would've affected him, unless he attended to it soon, but first this creature had a message to deliver. One to the demonomancer Tyrael in regards to Mar. Once he bind the bone imp, Khan made his massage clear that if Tyrael's guest attacked a student, she would be forcibly removed and it was his responsible to ensure she didn't. With careless and rough discarded, he released the demon to flutter off to deliver the message. The Esyire wasn't sure if the creature would return alive once it managed its task.\n\nHe returned his focus back to the stone wolf, no farther distractions to deal with. This time he stepped about to face her, his figure fell to one knee and rested his injured hand against his leg. Still assuming the statue had been created by one of the College's current students, he continued to look in the golem wolf's diamond eyes. His mind ignored the slight throbbing started in his hand to address her. \"Well, what might your name be and to which student do you belong to? I'm Khan Jevarath, the current Head Master if you're still a young soul. Though you're a little more elegant then most intermediate students have tried to create but I admit a fine job with the craftsmanship, possibly one of our craftsmen within the school or from your master's homeland?\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Khan Avrea Jevarath" } ]

[ { "text": "Uicle\n\nUicle chuckled as the girl called him sir. He was many things, but sir wasn't one of them. Torturer, perhaps. Bastard was one he had been called several times. \"Sir? I'm no Sir. Uicle will do just fine. As for exploration...I suppose they did. I'd best send a few Golems after them to make sure no one gets into trouble that will get them killed.\" He shifted his head to the shadows on a nearby wall and gave them life. Half a dozen or so Golems, their forms vaguely humanoid. They scattered, insubstantial and hugging the walls, one watching each of the students that disappeared. Uicle returned his gaze to Annabeth. \"Seeing as this tour is going nowhere, or at least the few that remain following me are either doing it out of pity or because they've no where else to go, shall I give you your own Golem to help you avoid getting killed while you explore?\" He wasn't sure, but it was doubtful the girl was actually interested in a tour that would serve her only slightly better than exploring the College on her own. Placing his staff on the ground so he could keep an eye on the other students, he leaned on it, waiting for her response. Or tried at least. His staff slipped from beneath him and he went crashing to the ground, muttering a curse.\n\nGreg came trotting out of the Forge, his metal hide gleaming and a sizable piece of scrap metal in between his jaws. \"What did I tell you about begging polishes and stealing scrap metal from the Forge workers?\" Uicle scolded, picking himself up. The dog golem looked decidedly unashamed, settling down to gnaw on his prize. It produced an almost painful sound, and Uicle(now standing) flicked out his staff to rap the dog in the side. \"Stop that.\" Reluctantly, Greg obeyed. A bird came and whispered in Uicle's ear once more. Uicle tilted his head, sifting to see what the bird saw. \"Ah..\" He said softly. Now it made sense. The Naga was getting hostile and making threats. Easily enough to preemptively stop.\n\nWith a mental command, a shadow golem began to follow Mar. It wasn't substantial enough to physically restrain the Naga, but it could distract and harass her long enough for a steel golem to arrive.\n\n*Althalus*\n\nAlthalus tensed when the Ocean Naga drew his trident and set it on the ground. Something was about to go wrong. He could feel it. The strange creature's next words proved his feeling correct.*Oh Gods..*He took a small step backwards. Naga fight well and die hard. Two(at least, he assumed the thing before him with the fins was a Naga. They looked similar enough.) fighting was likely going to get multiple people(himself included) killed. As Mar drew herself up to her full height and the other Naga hissed, he took a much larger step backward, a hand on the shoulder of the Foreas, pulling her backwards. He had seen how curiosity could get them killed. Done it a few times himself, in fact. \"Let's not get between the two of them if things get violent, hmm?\" He said to her, keeping his eyes on the two in front of him, while maintaining a grip on the Foreas's shoulder.\n\nMuch to his relief, the Dwarven Runemaster(He assumed, given her referencing to needing work on Runes,) interfered. Both Naga backed down, and the dwarf ran off, soon followed by the Foreas. Mar was already slithering away. Althalus glanced between her and Xyden, and decided she was the safer of the two. Besides, he had nothing better to do. Wandering the College didn't seem nearly as interesting as following the Naga. As he prepared to walk away, he noticed an albino man(who looked like a vampire but wasn't, given his standing in the sunlight.) staring at him. Althalus raised a hand in greeting, smiling slightly. Turning away and striding after Mar, in the time he took to catch up with her, he noticed a shadow with no cause dart past him and follow a prudent distance from the Naga. \"My my. Someone doesn't trust the Naga after her death threat. Not that I blame them.\" Althalus muttered to himself.\n\nHe sped up, catching up with the Naga and reaching out a hand to touch her shoulder and leaned down to whisper in her ear. \"That was an impressive display of righteous anger and pride, but you seem to have worried someone with connections to a shadow Golem. Don't turn around and look, but you appear to be being followed.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Uicle" }, { "text": "Khan\n\nKhan smiled and bowed his own head in return to her politeness, introducing herself and continuing her rather elegant greeting. He noted the aura of smugness coming off her for some reason but he didn't mind, finding little worry in a harmless thing. Shala seemed humble enough as she casted off his compliments with politeness he would've longed to see in a few of his less than savory students, Alaira and the female Naga for starters. At her comment about merely being a pet, he chuckled lightly with amusement.\n\n\"Everyone starts as something and regardless of the role; in this odd world it all places some needed piece. Even if we can't always see it currently. \" Khan answered before jerking his head up to spot someone, dressed in a grey cloak with fur trimming along the edges, draw near. Feeling rather aware of his kneeing position, the Esyire lifted upwards in time to hear the man reprimand his stone wolf.\n\nWhen the arguement had died, Khan immediately noted several things about the man. One he wore a cloak far too thick for even the ending summer months and seemed to shield his head from the sun's dying light which even wouldn't harm Lucilia or Colette very much. Next came the brief pinkish coloring of the man's eyes. The most obvious sign of being a vampire and clearly a skittish one from his hastiness to be away, something Khan didn't think was wise. Following his instinct the Headmaster called out.\n\n\"She wasn't any trouble and it wasn't my intention to offend you by speaking with her. I can tell you're not a student, Nhane, isn't it? Yet clearly from seeing Shala, I can tell you're a Necromancer. Currently the Opening Feast will begin this evening and I believe you might benefit from meeting our resident Necromancy as well as our Herbamancy teacher, Lucilia. She's a vampire like yourself and one of my trusted staff at Twilight College.\" Khan waited a moment to gage the man's reaction.\n\nHowever he didn't simple remain in place, his eyes noted another man who he mistaken to be another vampire only to note the pale blue eyes and the fact he wasn't hiding his face. His face seemed to have a slightly uncomfortable expression, added to the baggy eyes and weary appearance from lacking sleep made the Headmaster a bit concern. Khan knew those signs well because he often suffered from them in the absence of others. Still within staying within eyesight of Nhane, Khan's long strides cut the distance between the second man and himself in moments. Focusing on other's pain was easier than dealing with his hand, the throbbing edged a little farther to his wrist as he continued to ignore it. The small holes that burrowed pass his tough scales increased their bleeding to start to stain the sleeve of his tunic red, slightly. He inwardly hoped it would end up dying down before he was forced to fix it, the healer Samuel's last lecture and threats to become his babysitter- or worse, ask Lucilia to-hadn't exactly encourage the Esyire to rush to visit the infirmary right away.\n\n\"If you're in pain, I suggest seeing the Healer in the infirmary. Samuel might have something which might help…\" Khan gently suggested to the man, placing a hand upon the shoulder. The Esyire's eyes looked to see if Nhane had still been walking away. Personally the Headmaster had hoped his mention of having a vampire teacher might provoke a need to stay or at least a curiosity.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Khan Avrea Jevarath" } ]

[ { "text": "After his new roommate left, Ssarak remained in his room for a while longer. Now that his room was in order, he had little to do other than sit and think. The overall feeling of the room reminded him of his home, which inevitably brought his thoughts onto the topic of his past. His axe and armor were reminders of his father, but he had nothing left of anyone else. Not his mother, his wife, his children, nothing. They lived on only in his memories, which would have to be enough, he supposed. His marriage had been arranged from birth, but his wife was a good person, and he had loved his children with all his heart. The loss of them and the rest of his family had sapped all meaning from his life and replaced it with regret. He tried constantly to move past that event and on with his life, but every time he was left alone with his thoughts, it seemed, they emerged once more.\n\nSsarak brought himself out of his ruminations when he realized the opening feast was close at hand. He was ready to attend, though his mood had been soured somewhat by his own thoughts. He needed something to keep his mind occupied when he was alone, a project of some sort. Walking over to the rune, he touched it once more, summoning forth a large block of wood almost as tall as himself. The dark black material came from the only type of tree that could actually grow somewhere in the Scorched lands. He knew what he intended to make from it, though for now, he was eager to get to the feast.\n\nUsing the gargoyles to give him directions, Ssarak made his way to the dining hall, and was immediately overwhelmed by everything he experienced. It was a massive room that was packed with the largest crowd he had ever seen. Scents of all types flooded the room, from food and drink to the students themselves, though they all blended together to the point that they were almost indistinguishable. Merely glancing at the feast revealed an expansive variety of items, most of which would likely be entirely new to him. His mood quickly elevated in the presence of such splendor, and he eagerly anticipated the displays of magic they had been told about before.\n\nAs he walked around the room, Ssarak managed to spot one of the two familiar faces he knew of at the college: Aruna. He still felt a bit embarrassed over what happened, but he felt it would be good to apologize and clear up any misunderstandings. He approached the Half-Esyire and bowed slightly. \"Greetings, Aruna. I…would like to apologize for what happened before. My new roommate explained what happened, and where the misunderstanding arose. Evidently, human culture treats men and women differently, a concept of which I was unaware. I do not know if you heard in my rushed stammering before, but in my village, men and women alike would often share common housing, so I was unaware of the…implications of my request.\" He said in a polite tone.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Aruna had sat watching the rapidly growing crowd for threats and sipping her soup. The smells and aromas of the food, all of it exotic, all seemed to shove around and demand for her attention, each one seeming to be more delicious than the last. In the end she settled for soup. It was something she a often in her life of solitude, considering It's simplicity. It was amazing soup to be sure, but still a familiarity amongst the chaos.\n\nShe found the range and variety of the students as wide and as amazing as the food. There were all races, colors heights, and widths. Hell, she had even seen a rock creature come in, she was still eyeing it warily. Aruna had decided to pass the time trying to figure out how she would defeat some of the students in combat. It was a wonderful mental exercise that kept her on her toes.\n *Human, moderately armed, armored except for helmet, obvious training: Rear approach, check shoulder to prevent turning, hands to chin and base of skull, neck-snap. Alternate: Check and grab shoulder, arm around throat, grip jaw, single-arm neck-snap.*\n\nThen she noticed Ssarak and her blood heated. She couldn't help it, but a small blush also rose to her cheeks. She looked away from him and tried her mock fighting on someone else to try and ignore him\n *Elf, lightly armed, heavily armored, no helmet, tall, very good training: Side approach, low kick to knee, grab arm and pull into broken-leg lock as elf leg stiffens in pain response, finger-stab under jaw or eye, grab under jawline, neck-snap. Alternate: Front approach, paired punches to vulnerable plates just below neck, drop-elbow to collarbone, tail sweep while coming up to stab in the ribs.*\n\nSsarak noticed her and headed in her direction. She actively avoided looking at him, but couldn't help note his position. She hoped he wasn't coming to talk to her.\n *Human, lightly armed, lightly armored, seemingly proficient at magic, possibly a master, average height: Front approach, throat-punch to collapse airway, arm control lock to delay magical response, hip throw, grip chin and scalp, neck-snap.*\n\nHe was definitely headed in her direction looking directly at her. She sighed, it was a bad impression to leave, fighting at a prestigious event like this, but if he came over, she might just do it anyway.\n *Black Esyire, heavily armed, heavily armored, tall, expert if not master with weapons: Top approach, double-strike to eye ridge, slide down between blinded target's rising arms, precision strike to throat, secondary strike to counter physical response, quad-kick to bend target, grip each side of skull, running-spinning-leaping-neck-snap.\n Alternate: Run.*\n\nHe arrived at her table and she tensed, but when he explained everything to her quickly, she stopped to think. It was something she hadn't considered, that he'd honestly been confused. She wasn't sure she believed it. Either way, she wanted him close to her, so either he could explain, or she could kill him if he made a fool of her a second time.\nShe nodded to him, then motioned to the chai next to her.\n\" Apology excepted. Take a seat. But, believe me when I tell you that I will be watching you, and if you try anything.\"\nHer slitted pupils narrowed as she looked at him with fury.\n\"You will regret it.\"", "username": "Toxic Diamond", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Leith was starting to get a bit bored. Watching the people around him was definitely interesting, but without having to do something, the feast was starting to get a bit dull. With a sigh, Leith got up from the table and went to see the selection of drinks.\n\nAs he headed back to his table, sipping a cooled mint juice that he had come to enjoy while he had lived with Rehm, Leith noticed a Naga, at least, he thought it was, manipulating water. When the Naga's ability quit on him, drenching the front of his shirt, Leith snorted in amusement, and accidentally inhaled some of his drink. After a few minutes of coughing and trying to get his breath back, he decided to make his way over to Naga. He walked up to the table and smiled at the Naga.\n\n\"Do you mind if I sit here?\"\n\nThe sound of shouting took his attention away from the Naga. He was surprised when it was Khan that had shouted. He followed the Esyire's gaze and saw something that looked like a shadow disappear into another shadow.*I wonder what that was*", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Xyden had decided he liked the strange river-fish. He rapidly finished the previous dish and was about to reach across the table for more when someone nearby seemed to start choking. He whipped his head around to find the source of this strange noise and was greeted with the sight of a very pale human who seemed to be having trouble breathing the air. He could relate somewhat on that count, breathing above water was certainly not a pleasant thing to do, but even he had so far managed to avoid actually choking on it. For a moment he wondered whether he should help the human out by dunking his head underwater where he'd find breathing much easier. Right as he decided he should, however, the human seemed to recover. A few moments later, Xyden remembered that Surface Dwellers generally couldn't breath at all underwater anyway. With that, his fins rustled a little as if to say 'how strange' and he turned back to his food.\n\nMoments later, he suddenly heard the same human asking if it could sit next to him. It seemed his slightly disastrous display had attracted some attention after all. He looked down at the human for a moment, but before he could reply, a shout rang out across the room and there was a minor commotion that quickly ended. Xyden swung his head about quickly looking for signs of danger. When he found none, he turned back to the human and spoke. \"You may sit... where you wish... Land Strider.\"\n\nHe then picked some more of the fish and put it on his plate, tongue flicking out to savour the smell of it before once more turning to the human and asking a question of it. \"Do you control the water, Land Strider?\"", "username": "Sundered Echo", "char_name": "Auriel Lavai" }, { "text": "*Althalus*\n\nHe wasn't sure if the Runemaster had bought his lie about having made more than a few enemies(which was true),one of them was particularly stubborn(which was also true), and that same one had connections to a Necromacer who had set a Shadow Golem to follow him(which was a lie). The greatest lies always had at least a little bit of truth in them, after all. She had created the Rune for him easily enough, but she didn't seem to quite believe him. Maybe he was just being paranoid. But she had seemed doubtful, and that made him nervous. He had no idea who had sent the Golem, why, or what connections they had. Maybe the dwarf would mention it to them and whoever had created the Golem would put two and two together and go into more..direct methods of getting whatever they want from Mar. Thus, as he walked from the Runemaster to the Feast(following the flow of students to the Dining Hall), he occasionally glanced behind his back, and kept a hand near his hidden knives. There wasn't a room for him to put down all of his arms and armor, so he was still carrying it around. And besides. Trusting in the College's protection was well and good, but it was better to be safe than sorry.\n\nAlthalus let out a small sigh of relief when he saw the doors to the Dining Hall, and spotted Mar. A small grin crossed his face at the state of her dress, and the looks she was getting from the students. Especially the boys. Before he could go over there and make a suitable remark, the demon from before stepped out. Tyrael, Althalus remembered. Rather than interrupt the meeting conversation between the two of them, Althalus moved where Mar could see him and waved in an attemp to draw her eyes. When she was finally looking at him, he gave her a self-satsified smirk, mouthing 'Got it'. It was a small thing, about the size of coin. It was carved onto a piece of wood, which was rectangular and small. Easily hidden in a pocket..or whatever the Naga used for pockets. Replacing it in his own pocket, Althalus gestured to the Dining Hall. If she wanted the rune, she'd have to go into Feast herself. He certainly wasn't waiting around while she chatted with her friendly killing machine. Walking into the Hall with a final parting wave, Althalus entered just in time to see a Forest Elf shoving a candlestick into another Demons face.\n\nAs the demon was drawing back his claws to impale the girl, and Althalus was drawing a knife from his armor to throw, the Esyire at the head of table bellowed at the demon, who was apparently Zaad. The demon immediately stopped, and Althalus warily sheathed his knife as Zaad retreated into the shadows, the girl sticking her tongue out at him and returning to her meal, a smile on her face. Well of course, Althalus couldn't just leave that be, could he? Walking over and sitting down, he grinned at her. \"Not sure if you're crazy or not, but you're certainly lucky. Then again, I've also been called a crazy lucky bastard on occasion. I'm Althalus.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "Tyrael Marchosias\n\nTyrael didn't do much as the demonstrations went underway. This wasn't his first time doing this act, and honestly the day has been quite long enough for him. Granted, nothing bad has happened, but he'd like nothing more than to go back to his forge and finish some requests he was commissioned to fill out. Not to mention preparing his future new students for their classes, though that's not something he felt like he'd enjoy too much. The first ones up were Serge and Xeric, Electromancy and Pyromancy respectively. Serge stepped up first, causing a thundering crack of lighting that began to magnetize nearly all the mental utensils in the. Tyrael used this opportunity to pick up a knife and carve himself a slice of cheese on bread, warming it with the Inferno so that the cheese melted and the bread was crispy. A mass thud of all the metal items falling alerted Tyrael that Serge's demonstration was over, and not Xeric was up. It wouldn't be long before it would be his turn. He just sat back and waited, munching on his dinner.\n\nLucilia Riovas\n\nIt wasn't long before Khan stood and gathered everyone's attention. It was time for the main event, the magical demonstrations. She had rehearsed many times with the others to ensure that her demonstration with Herbamancy was impressive this year; she bemoans the fact that just about every student she's taken always ended up just being gardeners, or joining her lumber union and working in the forestry industry. It's not that they skills wouldn't be put to good use there, it was just that they seemed to shoe horn themselves into supportive roles like that much too often. A quick scan across the dinning hall and she made a note that everything was still in place. As soon as her time was up, she'd begin her demonstration with a bang.\n\nAnnabeth Gulch\n\n**\"My brother? Well, he-\"**But before Annabeth could answer, the headmaster called them all to attention. They were about to have their demonstration, which captured Annabeth's focus. She had seen many performers at the old inn, but what would the masters show her, she wondered? What caught her attention the most, however was that the Hydromancy would not make it. Instead, the*Necromancy*teacher, Uicle, would showcase in his stead. This confused Annabeth; she was not very educated, but she was almost certain that necromancy and hydromancy had no relationship with each other. Could Uicle possibly be someone with fabled Archanite Mageblood? She's only heard those types of people in children's tales. She suppose it shouldn't be that much of a surprise for the college to have one or two, but a master Archanite teacher... That was someone to take interest in, surely.\n\nSoon the demonstrations went under way, first with the Electromancy teacher. A loud thunderous boom occurred, and suddenly many of the metal things began to float. Annabeth's dagger was nearly lifted out of her skirt, but she managed to hold it down before it would get out of the sheath.**\"Oh, I did not expect the teacher of electricity to do something with metal. Interesting. Now who's next...?\"**\n\nSatori \n\nThe pinked-haired woman sat near the end of the teacher's table, chatting with Dervis Hearth about the affairs of his office and what he had planned for the demonstration. He kept the majority of the details to himself, not that it helped against Satori, who quickly picked apart his plans despite the heavy wards he placed. She had picked up e just about everyone's plans for tonight, and wanted to do her best not to show them up... Directly. Her presentation was for the students, not the teachers. And those students would be in for quite a surprise once it's her turn to show her powers and abilities.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "Mar\n\nMar had settled herself near the exit, still attempted to bend into the background and didn't draw any attention to herself despite her present appearance. Not an easy feat for a Naga within this setting. Her tail had been pressed against the wall and prevented anyone from tripping over it, her eyes panned across the room. Several events had played out but none she aimed to be part, her eyes made a mental note of who was ideal to avoid. Mar's head turned to when the Headmaster rose. Her attention ripped towards the loud screech of his table, his figure stood and raised to his feet while announcing the magical displays were about to begin. The first to step up was a middle aged man with an eye patch and erect hair despite his well-kept appearance, and then followed by a lithe white Esyire in a black dress who stepped with prim sharpness.\n\nHer eyes narrowed when the Electromancer started off. Unfortunately her preparation for the display was foiled when movement from her eye's corner had drawn her attention, a strange creature with wings and scaly tail had entered the room again. Mar knew it was the same student that had fled earlier yet now seemed to have come for the demonstrations, a demon, her tongue flickered out to catch the sulfur missed with heavy earth scent, bow politely. The plant like creature started to move towards one of the staff at the head table, his path followed the outer wall towards the head table where he stopped near the Headmaster himself. The Demonomancer seemed to smile at seeing the Demon which surprised Mar.\n\nCrack!\n\nMar couldn't help herself, her body tensed and curled at the loudness, missed when the Electromancy master had shot his lightening into the roof. It flickered and rushed at the top, a seemingly live animal of shapeless and raw energy. In a few short moments the metal within the room had started to rise. Daggers, weapons, and metal items of all shapes and sizes started to float and pulled upwards to the room's top. Luckily Desert Naga used no such material, even in their weapons so it was of little concern to her. At least until she noted a few distressed bipeds refused to release their items. They rose with them, feet slowly edged from the ground as some smartly released and others still fool hardy cling onto the objects.\n\nWithin a few moments, the master snapped his fingers and the invisible force ceased. Everything dropped quickly. Utensils, weapons, and more clattered to the floor but Mar's eyes spotted something distressing. A hunting bow had been floating towards her and likely far from its owner. Unlike the other items- each at worse would've suffered a minor dent if that- this small weapon would likely be smashed in its plight downwards. Immediately she reacted in haste. Her hand shot out and fingers wrapped about the small arch the moment it smacked into her palm. The action left her hand stinging for a moment, her jaw tensed to bite back the hiss.\n\nThat was when something had decided to plow right into her. Instinctively Mar's eyes jerked downwards to see a small, blue Elf now landed upon her rear. Her head fixed upon the bow within the Naga's hand and seemed frozen in place. It was pretty clear who the weapon belonged to. However, before Mar gave it back, her hand pulled it closer to her eyes than examined it. Her eyes flickered over the detail and silently admired the craftsmanship in its creation, a skill learned during her time among the Crafter class. Sadly it was nowhere near Tyrael's skill. Once content there wasn't any damage, Mar spoke to the Snow Elf.\n\n\"You have to stand before I can give you back your bow. It will do very little good for you while on the floor.\" She said and once the student rose, Mar's body lowered slightly. Leaned over, she passed off the delicate weapon. \"It would be unwise to lose it again.\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Xyden had almost given up on finding Leith when fate itself seemed to intervene, depositing the Land Strider before him such that he almost slithered right into him and bowled him over. He stopped moments before that happened, but it seemed to him to be proof of the justness of his cause, however grim it may be. The Leith Land Strider questioned his armour, as he had expected. He rarely wore the imposing and vicious shaped armour as it held no purpose in the safe confines of the college, and even more rarely carried his large bladed trident as he had observed that his strength, fangs and constricting coils outmatched the meagre natural defenses of the majority of Surface Dwellers.\n\nHe had prepared for this line of questioning, and he delivered his prepared story on cue, relying on the fact that many still considered him something of an enigma to lend it credence. \"There are many Surface Dwellers… gathering before the bastions of this place… as though to invade…\" He still spoke haltingly as his unusually shaped mouth would never allow for perfect use of the common tongue, but he was at least more familiar with the language than when he had arrived. \"The air is permeated… with the stench of fear… and mistrust… I am prepared… should relations… break down.\" He knew that the armies were not here to fight, but how could Surface Dwellers be trusted not to give into their hatred of one another? They were rash and emotional beings that often acted without thinking.\n\n\"Leith… I require your… favor…\" He began. It had been difficult to make this fit with his story, and he was hoping the Land Strider didn't question it much. \"I need you… to find the staff that are not... tending to the armies… Tell them… I have found Land Striders… that smell... of the armies… on the other side of the college.\" He did not know the word for it, but he was implying heavily with his tone that they were not supposed to be there. This was, of course, a lie, as was what came next. \"I am tracking the scent… of more… of these outsider Land Striders… to where they should not be… and cannot divert or I will… lose the trail…\" Xyden only hoped that this would be sufficient for Leith to rouse the suspicions and draw away the remaining teachers. Then his path to Marya would be clear, Xanaphya willing.", "username": "Sundered Echo", "char_name": "Auriel Lavai" }, { "text": "**Grey Onyx** \n\nGrey was always amazed by the versatility of this office. It seemed that every time he came in here the room was re-purposed into something else. Office, med-bay, kitchen, laundry room, botanical garden (Actually, it was always a garden at the same time), Sauna, bakery, and even a dungeon one time. There was an operating table in the center of the room, and Lucilia had asked him to lie on it. And he did. He was always good at following orders.**\"Y'know, I've been thinking.\"**He said as he waited for Lucilia to be done preparing.**\"I think chasing Zaad is pointless. I mean, if he was really dangerous Khan wouldn't let him wander around, right? No, about the worst I ever see hiim do is the odd prank. Even my arm here was just an accident and was more my fault than anything...\"**He said. He didn't really need an answer, he was just voicing his thoughts. As he finished, Lucilia had asked him if he needed anything for the pain**\"Heh, do your worst...\"**He said confidently. He was no stranger to pain. Unbeknownst to him, this was a result of his uniue physiology. It wasn't that he didn't feel pain, that would be a disadvantage. No, he was merely aware of all but the worst pain, allowing him to know when he's in physical danger while also being almost immune to physical torture.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" } ]

[ { "text": "**Alaira Taenn** \n\nAlaira... didn't really know what had happened. At first, she walked out of the tent, and then... There was this guy, laying in a cot. He had said quite possibly the worst pickup line she had ever heard. Now, she*hated*it when people hit on her, and (most likely owing to the very stressful series of events she had endured) she felt extremely angry. Without really thinking, she tried to strike the man. However, the blow was knocked off target somehow, and she ended up on top of him, no damage to his head. At that point, their eyes locked. For whatever reason, she was more or less frozen. As she looked into his eyes she saw... sadness. But for what? It was at that point that he commented on her eyes. She blushed for a moment, in confusion.*Wha? B-but I just tried to break his damn nose!*She thought, flustered. She slapped him, quite hard. But his expression remained unchanged. Oh come on! How many things would be unfazed when she hit them!? She decided it would be wise to get the hell off of him.\n\n**\"Wh-who the hell do you think you are, anyway?!\"**She said, still blushing.**\"I hit you! that means cut it the hell out!\"**She said. Well, this was embarrassing. She knew that Lucilia would find some way to blackmail her with this nonsense...", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "**Locas Jule**\n\nWell, this certainly didn't go very well. He knew he should apologize, but apologizing wasn't really Locas's strong suit. Manipulation, reading body language, getting out of tough situations;*those*were his strong suits. Anything he could say would come out awkward, but something had to be said.\n\nLocas stood up. More accurately, Locas began to stand up, then had his right leg collapse. Leaning on the cot for support, he opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again and tried to speak.\n\n\"Listen,\" he began, tone unwavering. \"I'm sorry. I...I mispegged you, I suppose. I needed to know who you were quickly, and the best way I had to do so was to...well, to hit on you. I didn't mean...well...I did mean some offense, else I would have used a better line.\" He smiled slightly, but quickly returned to his neutral demeanor. \"I just...I'm sorry. It was dumb and rude, but I...I couldn't help it. Long story.\"\n\nHe pushed off of the cot and took a step forward, faltering again, having forgotten the pain in his leg. Prepared now, he slowly walked towards the elf and outstretched a hand. She looked doubtful, as if Locas had a blade hidden in his hand, but the fact that she wasn't focused on his wounds meant he hadn't gotten her*entirely*wrong.\n\n\"I'm Locas Jule. Please accept my very informal apology. If you would like, I could send a written one to your room.\" The last line was delivered with such a neutral tone that even Locas himself couldn't tell if it was sarcastic or genuine. Of course, it didn't matter. It was really just a clever attempt at getting her room number. \"May I know your name, Miss...?\"", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAfter her operation Annabeth decided to stay by Cynn. She could use a friendly face after all that's happened, and it's not like Annabeth was doing anything in particular. Eventually Cynn came to, and Annabeth was quick to make sure that she was still okay. After her own impromptu check up, Annabeth explained what had happened to Cynn the best she could figure out. She smiled politely as she let Cynn soak in the information, and her face grew a bit warmer when the elf reached out and touched her hand. Annabeth squeezed it softly.**\"It's nothing, really. I mean, I couldn't just leave you, right? Of course not!\"**Cynn's words made Annabeth feel nice, which was a pleasant change from all the chaos that happened just moments before. Of course, things didn't get any easier when another student came in, but this one seemed to only be affected by blood sickness rather than injury.**\"Today is pretty dangerous, huh... We should stay together for now, yes? For our own safety.\"**\n\nLucilia Riovas\n\n***\"Oi.\"***\n\nLucilia was standing at Locas's cot when Alaria showed up, knowing fully well that she'd likely get herself into trouble. Lucilia was, unfortunately, correct. Lucilia hasn't even gotten to clean the blood off her hands before Alaria showed up, and than Locas tried to stand up even though she gave him specific orders to stay in bed for the next few hours.**\"I don't mind visitors, but if you keep causing so much noise, you'll be joining his cot, Alaria. And Locas, *get your rest.*\"**She spoke in a soft tone, but it was hidden behind a false smile and she still radiated an aura implying that she was about to put more bodies into intensive care.\n\nBefore long Rathel showed up. He was perhaps one of the few demons that Lucilia didn't have a hidden distaste for, probably because he was one of Khan's demons and that he helped clean up everyone else mess. She only wished that he could prevent those messes in the first place, but he tries at least. He brought Aramir in, who had gotten a case of blood sickness. Lucilia could imagine how, and regretted not having Grey out of her office sooner. Zaad was indeed much more troublesome than Grey thinks. Heaving a sign, Lucilia pointed towards an empty cot.**\"Lay her down there and I'll find her a potion. If you have some time, could you go to my office and take these needles with you? I believe Grey, one of our guardsmen, is still in there. Also take one of these potions to him and this letter.\"**Though it was stained in some blood, the letter detailed to Grey about her absence, and apology for that absence, and a request to see her later today after he was feeling better. She wanted to alleviate him of his burden with Zaad tonight and assign him a guard position during today's feast. Just a little something to help him ease the stress of everyday life. But also she wanted to talk to him about how he could deal with Zaad.\n\nBeing a servant of Aarem came with it's benefits, despite what others may think.\n\nLucilia went into one of the rooms to wash her hands and get some potions for Aramir and Rathel. She handed the demon the potion and the sealed envelope with herinsignia.Than she went to with with Aramir, taking note of any of her external injuries while giving her small doses of an ether to ease her blood sickness. Aside from being pale the snow elf was unharmed, so she delegated the task to another healer while Lucilia went about trying to make sure the Infirmary wouldn't need her constant attention. She still needed to return to her office, finish Grey's operation, and finish the work she was suppose to be doing before this entire mess spiraled out of control. But that was just another day at the college.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Lucilia Riovas, Master Herbamancy Professor (College Title), Owner of Scarlet Traveler (Trade Caravan & Occupation Title), Sanguine Rose (Alias in Vampire society)" } ]

[ { "text": "**Cynn Ellime**\n\n\"So,\" Cynn said softly, having taken all that Annabeth had just told her. \"You are quite the busy one yourself, I see.\" She smiled kindly, moving slightly in the cot. This human girl was proving to be quite the interesting one, and kind to boot. She felt like they'd become good friends. But, for now, the forest elf had one more question.\n\n\"Annabeth,\" Cynn said, quite suddenly. The girl turned toward her quickly, like something was wrong, causing Cynn to smile a little. \"Nothing's happened, don't worry. I was just wondering...I mean, I told you about my family...and I was th-thinking that you could...maybe...let me know some about yours?\"", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "After dropping of Locas at the Infirmary, Meirin stayed hidden around the shadows. She was shocked when she saw Lucilia at the Infirmary already, no doubt angry that she was taking so long to get those needles. Meirin didn't dare to show her face, an left as soon as she could. She hear the herbamancy teacher tell the demon to take the needles back to her office, so Meirin guessed she wasn't needed there. Perhaps it would have been best if she simply stayed out of sight again. So she just wondered around the college, on patrol an making sure no one was acting up again. But mostly she just wanted to be alone and reflect on her actions. She wanted to think that she was just trying to help for bringing Leith back to the Infirmary, but given how chaotic everything was, Meirin didn't feel that she helped at all. Setting those thoughts aside however, she stopped an turned around to the stranger behind her.**\"You've walked in this direction for far too long for this to simply be a coincidence. What is it that you want from me, Haklo of house Desol?\"**", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" } ]

[ { "text": "Leith had been wandering around the stalls for a while, finding some interesting games here and there. He paused as he found a game that centred around Hydromancy. There was a row of hoops. One row had a large hoop a small distance away from the counter. The empty space if the hoop was large. As the row progressed, the number of hoops increased, and the middle started to shrink. The man at the stall smiled as Leith drew closer.\n\n\"Welcome to my game! If you're a Hydromancer, this game will be challenging. If you aren't, It'll be nigh impossible. The point of this game is to shoot a stream of water through the hoops. Shooting a stream through the first hoop will get you half your money back, but you must stop to receive your money.\" The man started walking down the row. \"As you progress, the shots will get harder and harder, obviously, and your prize will get larger. If you complete the last challenge\" the man said as he stopped at a series of large disks that had holes the size of a gold coin placed off centre.\n\n\"You will win the grand prize of thirty gold coins. It is six silver to play. No runes that boost Hydromancy are allowed here. Do you want to play?\"\n\nLeith nodded as he reached for his coin purse. When he couldn't find it, he felt the blood drain from his face before he remembered that he had dropped it off at his room along with the runes that he had picked up from Val. Leith smiled at the man. \"I'll be back.\"\n\nWith that, Leith spun on his heel and hurried towards his room. He was amazed at how many demons were standing guard. They were everywhere, and he had to take car not to bump into the statue-like demons. As he was making his way down a hallway, he noticed someone walk past a door and stop before reaching in and closing it.*Well that was a nice gesture,*Leith thought as he hurried past the door that was just closed. A cry for help from behind the closed door stopped him in his tracks. Leith turned to look at the door before walking up to it. He noticed a demon not that far away laughing. He raised an eyebrow before opening the door to find...\n\nNobody.\n\nLeith was stumped. He was sure that he had heard someone call for help in this room. He looked back at the laughing demon, thinking that it had thrown its voice or something. The demon noticed Leith looking at it and pointed somewhere at Leith's feet. Confused, Leith looked down, but found nothing. He looked behind him had found a bed. He had a moment of clarity and looked under the bed. Sure enough, there was somebody under the bed. \"So that's why it was laughing,\" Leith mused to out loud as he looked at the white-haired elf. \"Did you call for help?\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Lidda\n\nLidda had to admit that Annabeth was right, her eyes shifted to look on herself for the first time in a long while. After all, half Snow Elf and Orc crossbreeds were rare as well as unusual since their birth rates were so little, the reason rather clear to why. Out of all her prior forms, even she had to realize this current shape was the closest to normal she had ever gotten, most the others ranged in human shapes and some didn't even bother with any humanoid traits at all. Those were the fun ones in her opinion. One of the fun reasons she enjoyed her blood and the creativity that came with it, it brought a greater understand how things worked in her mind.\n\nWhen Annabeth's initial shock was over, Lidda's right hand rested upon her hip while her tusked mouth gave a small smirk. At least the best it could. Her eyes shifted to the weighted coin purse, likely now more empty now in her guess, at the student's side and chuckled to herself. Either the girl was extremely lucky in her choice of games and managed to pick the more honest games out the many hustlers and swindlers in the bunch. The other option, the likeliest, was that she had taught the game owners never to underestimate a pretty face.\n\nIf the latter was true, Lidda could admire that. Khan's naïve method was based on trust that the game owners would be fair and honest, but that's not the greatest way to make a living. That's why she sometimes skirted dinner to ensure there was no game that drained too much of the student's earnings on the College grounds. If they did, she easily shut it down and reported it to the guards to watch the offender.\n\nWhen Annabeth saw her father, the girl of course recognized him as the Eania Ambassador before she backed up and bowed in respect. Lidda's eyes fought to roll upwards when she spotted him return the gesture, his face serious in its business like display. Before her father could answer, Lidda's comment jumped in as she noticed Annabeth was alone instead of accompanied by her friends. \"No, you've not. Annabeth, this is my father, Jordan Sonnet. A retired Captain of Eania's military and current the official between the city and the College.\"\n\nHer head shifted to the sky and noted how late it was. Her voice added another comment to her intro, a slight dislike even if it was family as she decided to send Annabeth off. At least before her father's presence could drag her into this, making things more complex than she needed. \"It's getting late so maybe you be finding your friends before the fun ends? I'll be escorting my father back to his room before much longer.\"\n\nKhan\n\nKhan listened to Tyrael's words and knowledge about the Naga, namely with his experience living among them. What he found mostly interesting was that they lived near the Ravine, one of Tiien's most dangerous areas, where they continually struggled again the threats that tried to swell to the surface. It seemed the place Mar came from was named Mesa Gaan and he made a note to converse with both Uicle and Tyrael to attempt to contact them. Mainly because if they reacted the way to Mar as Tyrael had once described, he could only imagine what would've happened if more Naga started to develop the same gift.\n\nIt could very well wipe the whole race in time. The thought was an unsettling notion but a dark truth about the civilized world's reaction to change, one he had seen happen a few times over and was helpless to stop. His hand rubbed the back of his neck to chase away the negative thoughts before he noted the time. A few hours had passed and the feast had started to draw to a close. The evidence of this was in the number of attendees, the amount slowly dropping as they retired to their rooms. It was a good excuse to follow suit. Like in the past, his mind and body was usually drained in his experience with the events.\n\n\"Well, if you'll excuse me Tyrael, I think it's time I retire before I fall asleep upon the table itself. Have a good evening and thank you for your aid.\" Khan said, his muzzle turned up in a bit of an exhausted smile.\n\nThe chair squealed as he pushed it away, his hands reached to stead his descendent upwards. His wings tucked close to his body and steps at a steady pace, he pulled away from the table and headed through the thinning crowd towards the door. Luckily no one approached him when he edged out into the hallway. His feet pitter-pattered in the slightly emptying hallways along his route towards his quarters.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Khan Avrea Jevarath" }, { "text": "**Cynn Ellime**\n\nLuckily for Cynn, the person who entered wasn't entirely a stranger. She vaguely remembered having met this man during her time at the College up to this point, and, despite her usual social awkwardness, he had seemed nice enough. He asked if she'd called for help after mentioning something about laughter, and Cynn nodded, already beginning to blush. Her face only reddened when she remembered her current...attire, her head pausing from it's frantic bobbing for a motion to look down and check that her current undergarments covered what they needed to. Once that item of interest was checked off the list, she returned to nodding, always the awkward one, and tried to wave the man down to her.\n\n\"H-Hell-llo...\" the white-haired wood elf began, her panicked state only serving to make her words come slower, making her seem more shy. \"U-Um...I...We've seen each o-other...b-b-before, r-right?\" She waited for the man to lower himself to her level and respond.", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" } ]

[ { "text": "Annabeth Gultch\n\n**\"Oh, of course Lidda. Um... I guess this is good night. I hope you enjoy your stay at the college, sir.\"**Annabeth bowed one more time towards Lidda's father and the ambassador from Eania. She could hardly believe it, and had many questions to ask, such as why Lidda was in that form, just how she related to her father, what they were doing out here, and so many more. But Annabeth did as Lidda suggested and went off to find her friends. Annabeth continued to wonder around the college, her thoughts no longer on Lidda but now on her friends. She hasn't seen Ssarak since she tried to give her gifts to Mar and Athalus. She was also certain that Haklo was no where to be seen; even though she scarcely had much interaction with him, he left a fairly pleasant impression on her. But all her thoughts came back to Cynn. It had been quite some time since their little tiff, and now Annabeth was starting to regret blowing up at her like she did. Granted, Annabeth had no intention of telling her the full story yet, but she needed to at least apologize. Annabeth guessed that Cynn was still in their room, given that she was still in no condition to do much other strenuous activities as far as Annabeth knew. Deciding to try to make peace with her roommate, Annabeth brought some snacks, souvenirs, and other treats for Cynn.\n\nIt was unnerving with how many demons were around. She had heard that the demonmancy teacher had left to go gather more demons to guard the college, but she couldn't even throw a stone without hitting a demon (Hypothetically speaking). More so since they were so quiet and unmoving; she'd expect this sort of thing form golems, not demons. From her experience, demons were wild, free-spirited creatures who did whatever they wanted, up to and including causing a ruckus. Seeing them just standing around waiting made her worry that they were up to something. Still, the demonmancy teacher was pretty good at keeping them in line, and more than likely they're only here as a show of force against the two nations who had pretty much gathered their own armies outside of the college. Still unnerving.\n\nAnnabeth walked up to her dorm room, opening it up and closing it with one swift movement.**\"Cynn, I'm ba.... Ah? Where are you?\"**Annabeth noticed that the room was empty. Some of Cynn's things were scattered about, telling Annabeth that she was here. But no sign of the girl herself. Annabeth set down her things onto her desk and looked around the room, thinking that Cynn might have just been in the other rooms.**\"Cynn? Are you here?\"**\n\nTyrael Marchrosias\n\nTyrael went on a bit more about the Naga and some on the Ravine, caught up in the moment as he pleasantly chatted with Khan. As the night winded down many of the guest began leaving, and indeed Tyrael himself was feeling a mite tired from the Inferno. He'd like time to rest up and get ready for the next day, as well as organizing all these demons to find his daughter and generally make use of them. When Khan left the table Tyrael got up shortly after before he was stopped by someone. It was Satori, who had slight disturbed look on her face. Tyrael couldn't really call Satori a friend, and her own reputation left much to be desired, but he supposed that he could try to lend a hand to his fellow teacher and ask her what was wrong. If she didn't already know that he was about to ask and spoke anyways.**\"I have sensed a... Great disturbance. Many of these minds have shielded themselves suddenly, but even than I detect traces of... Evil. Pure evil. Tyrael, I need to ask you, where do your new demons come from? How long have you had them?\"**\n\nLucilia Riovas\n\nAfter the meeting with the Eysire, Lucilia had little time to rest as more people showed up to speak to her, as well as herself searching for those she wanted to arrange things with. Despite some unpleasant business that at one point involved Lucilia having someone escorted out of the feast, it was a rather productive night. Hours ticked off as the crowd soon thinned out. If she had to guess, it was about two, maybe three hours before midnight. Many other vampires and creatures of the night will still be active, as would Lucilia. First she'd need to arrange quarters for Dirssi and her company. They'd have to move into the common house, but that aside Lucilia wasn't even going to touch on investigating Ssarak until she finalized the deals for the college, as well as reported to Khan about Xyden. It was than that Lucilia stopped in her track and rubbed her eyes.**\"I forgot to inform Khan about the incident... I suppose I should go find him. Hopefully he's already been told and I can arrange a meeting with him about it...\"**Lucilia faintly remembered seeing him leave the dinning hall, but did not know which door he left from. But she figured that he'd be heading to his private chambers, so she headed in that direction hoping that their paths would cross each other.\n\nNorschtalen\n\nNorschtalen had to bide her time. Despite the fox's help, she couldn't get an audience with Khan as he was constantly busy, or otherwise unavailable. Even at the feast she couldn't approach as the other vampire Lucilia would have spotted her, and no doubt would have involved herself with Norschtalen's business between her and Khan. And Khan never left the table due to the demon teacher, forcing her to wait the entire feast for Khan to leave, which he only did to retire to his room. Not the best moment, but the only one she had. She followed the head master with two drinks which she wanted to share with him. As she approached, she called out to him.**\"Headmaster! Oh headmaster, please wait a moment!\"**Norschtalen caught up with the demonmancer not too far away from where the feast was held.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "**Cynn Ellime**\n\nSoon after Leith had exited the room, Cynn heard footsteps approach the door again, but from the opposite direct that Leith had gone in. Soon after this observation, the door once again opened, and, much to the wood elf's relief, Annabeth stepped in. It was good to see a friendly... Well, was it a friendly face? That argument had gotten really heated, really fast, and she wasn't quite sure if the human's return was a peaceful one or not. And why should she get to talk to her now, even when she was in need? If she knew that Cynn had been stabbing the wall because of her and had stripped to next-to-nothing, she'd win! So, when Annabeth called for her, she didn't answer, and figured she'd find her soon enough if she kept looking.\n\nSoon after, the white-haired elf heard what seemed to be Leith's boots coming back the way they'd left, and she panicked. Of course, it was only a matter of time before Cynn got found out, but she'd hoped she would get a bit longer making Annabeth think about her actions. He entered the room with a massive gauntlet in his hand, and missed Annabeth's presence entirely. This was suddenly awkward, even by Cynn's standards, and she had to bite back a sigh of facepalminess to keep Annabeth from noticing her.", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" } ]

[ { "text": "Meirin wasn't really sure what to make out of what Locas did. At first she was fairly surprised at his magic, but than he ended up blacking out likely due to blood sickness. Throughout the entire time you could say she was dumbstruck. It didn't take long before medics arrived and took Locas away to the infirmary. She suppose she'd be seeing more of him later, she just hoped that each time didn't end up with him visiting the healers. Once the scene settled down Meirin just decided to get herself something to eat. The food was pretty good by usual college standards. As she went to get a seat she unknowingly passed Grey, who she missed as she didn't recognize him in the new armor. She ate her meal quiet and quickly before putting it away. Meirin wanted to go look around the college since it seems there was some sort of festival going on, but as she was leaving she saw Ssarak. She hasn't really seen him a lot since she taught him how to meditate back at the opening ceremony, though she doubts he needed her help with that now. Still, she figured that if she was going to see familiar faces again, she might as well start with him.**\"Ssarak? It's been a while, hasn't it?\"**", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth was just about to leave her dorm and look for Cynn when, just as she was about to reach for her door, it opened. Annabeth sidestepped and avoided getting hit by the opening door, only to have some stranger come in wearing a fairly evil looking gauntlet. He seemed to have not seen Annabeth, which was fine as it allowed her to draw her dagger within him noticing. How or why he was here, she didn't care for. He didn't even knock, coming in like he owned the place. She was poised to hit him in the back of the head with the hilt of her dagger when he knelt at the bed and started speak to something under it. He mentioned how it (The gauntlet) would help someone get unstuck. Annabeth assumed it was Cynn. The situation was just all sorts of confusing, but Annabeth decided that she'd just watch for now and see what would happen. She had her dagger hidden behind her back just in case, but otherwise said and did little as the stranger was seemingly going to help Cynn out of a weird situation.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "**Grey Onyx** \n\n*THUD*\n\n**\"Hugh! T-the hells your -Ach- problem? D-d-don't you, know -Urk- who I am?!\"**\n\nGrey was silent as he held the man against the wall, by his throat. The man struggled and kicked, though against even his old armor it would be pointless. This man wasn't exactly fit. He had been taking a moment to survey the dining hall, and he had noticed that this Djarken Noble had likely had a bit too much wine, and was making unwanted sexual advances on two students. He had simply walked up behind the drunken moron, and grabbed him by the throat. After pressing him to a wall, he turned to the two girls and said**\"Worry not, This situation will be dealt with. Please run off and enjoy the rest of the evening.\"**The two simply nodded and ran off at that point, leaving him to deal with, with*this.*\n\n**\"H-hello?! Do you have *any* idea who you are- Hrk!\"**The noble had begun toangrily question him again, but Grey simply tightened his grip. He was very careful not to actually hurt him. The goal was to use fear to cow him into submission, not start a diplomatic incident.**\"I do not care.\"**He said in the most commanding voice he could muster. The noble tried to speak, but he tightened again to silence him.**\"And I do not care if your status at your homeland allows you to get away with such. *This is not home.*\"**He said, placing extra emphasis on the last part.**\"As such, you abide by our laws. Break them, and I will return. And if I do, I will send you back to Sanguine in a *very* small box. Understand?\"**The man was nearly in tears, and was nodding frantically. As it turns out, he was unused to large angry men putting their hands on his throat. At this point, Grey thought the bastard had had enough, and released him.**\"Go.\"**Grey said, although the man was already walking away as quickly as he could.\n\nWith that business taken care of, he decided it was time to check on Lucilia once more, And was mildly concerned for a moment when she was nowhere to be found. Though she was by no means defenseless, it was his job to watch her at the moment. He noticed that she was leaving for whatever reason, and moved to follow. Besides, his gut had been telling him terrible things were going to happen all day, and misfortune tended to come in waves.**\"Mi'lady! Hold!\"**He said as he got relatively close.**\"If you're leaving, allow me to accompany you.\"**", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "**Cynn Ellime**\n\nThat sigh that Cynn had tried so hard to conceal managed to escape her oral prison and run out into the open. Looking up at Annabeth, she smiled a weak smile and waved awkwardly, her movements limited by the massive block of wood above her.\n\n\"Hi...Annabeth,\" the elf murmured shyly. \"Would...um...you mind...helping L-Leith here? He's...not going to hurt me or anything.\" She added the last part having noticed the girl's hand on her knife, and did so in a tone that implied, \"Back off, he's cool.\" Cynn tried not to think anything rude, because she knew Annabeth might hear it, but some things still slipped in. Still, she figured it was good to let bygones be bygones, and that any help was good help.\n\n*Alright, when this is over,*she thought.*I'm going to get a lighter bed frame*\n\nAs Leith walked over and attempted to lift the bed, she hoped Annabeth would, in fact, help, as it would be a good point of conversation later on.", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nSo much for the element of surprise. Cynn must have saw Annabeth walked in, or heard her call out to her. But why she was so quiet Annabeth didn't know, but she suppose that she was still a bit sore about their argument. Sighing the human girl sheathed her dagger and went over to Cynn's bed. She gave the stranger an odd look but otherwise decided not to try to antagonize him. Yet. Annabeth still wondered how or why he was in here, but she would do that once Cynn was out from under her bed (Which would bring it's own questions of how and why).**\"Slow and careful now...\"**\n\nIt turned out that thanks to Leith's gauntlet, he would be able to lift the bed on his own, even if he did leave some prints on the bed frame. Annabeth mostly helped by directing the bed so that it wouldn't continue or threaten to crush Cynn yet again, and soon enough her bed sat in the middle of her side of the room, leaving Cynn exposed. Literally so, as she was down to her skivvies. Annabeth's face went red as she turned back towards Cynn's bed and threw the blanket over her body.**\"There are so many questions to ask right now, I just don't know where to begin... So... Are you hungry? I brought some snacks from the festival.\"**", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak could not admit that he entirely understood what happened over the course of the next few minutes. At first, it seemed like demons were raising from the dead while the air became difficult and painful to breathe. It looked like the fight was lost, but then, as quickly as they had risen, the demons spontaneously exploded and the air returned to its normal state. With Satori as an organizing force, the guards overcame their confusion and pushed back against the demons that were already trying to return from the Inferno. Ssarak, Meirin, and Leith joined in the offensive as well, with Ssarak foregoing any physical combat in favor of closely examining enemy movements and providing useful tactical information.\n\nIt was not long before they had cleared the way to the infirmary. With access to those supplies and healers, the wounded in the dining hall would stand a much better chance of recovering. For all intents and purposes, unless something else catastrophic happened, the battle seemed to be over. There were almost certainly stragglers hidden in the college, but the guards were in much better shape to deal with them than Ssarak was.\n\nSsarak returned his axe to its place on his back and leaned himself against a wall outside the infirmary. With the chaos and excitement of the battle essentially over, he could feel the pain in his chest more clearly with each breath. It wasn't what he would associate with a broken rib, but it was almost certainly fractured. Overall, though, he was not worried about his health, but rather what this attack would mean for the college. He would recover, but from his perspective, the future of the college was less certain. How many students had survived the attack? How much would it cost to rebuild? Was the college even capable of continuing? Even more concerning was the source of the attack itself. An immense amount of power had been directed at the college, and while it had survived, how close had they been to death? The inferno had nearly manifested in the college twice during the attack. Had either succeeded, what hope of survival would there have been for himself, and his friends?\n\n\"So...it's over, then.\" Ssarak said, looking to Meirin and Leith with a pained expression, not because of his injuries, but because of the realization of the danger they were in, and were likely going to continue to be in as long as they remained with the college.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Meirin had no idea what sort of chaos was forming now. At first she thought the worse had happened, that the Demons had somehow been resurrected, only for them to shortly after explode into a bloody mess. The confusion was surprisingly short however, as soon Meirin heard Satori's voice in her head telling everyone to begin their counter offensive. Meirin was quick to adapt to the situation and picked up a new spear, skewering the remaining demonic invaders alongside the guards and students. Before long they sent the entire horde into a full retreat. Meirin followed Ssarak and Leith throughout most of the attack as they made a path towards the Infirmary. Than Meirin dropped her spear so she could help carrying the wounded into the Infirmary, even got herself patched up to full health. She carried as many bodies as she could before the Infirmary was packed full, and even than they tried to bring some healers to those who couldn't be placed inside the Infirmary.\n\nMeirin left to take a breather and brought back a few health potions for Ssarak and Leith. She definitely knew that Ssarak was injured, and Leith was likely in no better shape after fighting that demonic sword.**\"Hey guys, I brought some potions for you.\"**Just than Ssarak asked if the attack was over. Meirin's face grew solemn.**\"No... This is just the beginning. It's never that simply, you know? This was just one attack. One day they will come back, and we have to be ready for them. They always come back....\"**Meirin's memory began to resurface the thoughts of her home. When it too was attacked by demons, forced to fight off the invaders. She saw friends cut down, people she could have saved if she was just a second faster. It was all coming back to her now, and a single tear was shed. She looked at her hands and noticed all the blood. She wasn't sure who's it belonged to. How many people could she have saved today, if she had been stronger? What would happen to the college if she couldn't?", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak took the potion and eyed it for a few moments. He knew he was hurt, but so too were many others, many worse than himself. He couldn't help but to think that someone else would need it, although potions were less effective than magic healing. Still, looking at Meirin he could tell that she was worried about his health. \"I suppose I will drink half of it and save the rest for anyone else who requires it.\" He said, uncorking the bottle and quickly downing half of its contents.\n\nOnce he stored away the remainder of the potion in his satchel, he noticed how shaken up Meirin seemed. Few people could go through such a harrowing experience and emerge without any mental scars. So many had been hurt or wounded during the attack; the bodies of defenseless students still littered the halls. How many of their friends were among the bodies? How many would not recover from their wounds? Understandably, Ssarak was filled with a mix of fear, anxiety, and anger towards the demons. For Meirin, however, there seemed to be something else in her eyes. It reminded Ssarak of himself whenever he thought back on the destruction of his village. Stepping in front of her, he placed a hand on her shoulder to get her attention and looked her in the eyes. Despite the chaos they had been through, he kept his expression calm and resolute. He did not bother to ask her if she was alright, because if his instincts were correct, then he knew she wasn't. Instead, he said what he thought would help him the most were he in her position. \"For here, and now, we stopped them. The demons are not taking the college today, and we have a chance to make ourselves better, stronger, so it never happens in the future.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Annabeth carried Cynn into the Infirmary, the both of them drenched in blood. Even now Annabeth was working on Autopilot; that encounter nearly took both their lives, and the worse she was able to inflict was a scratch of all things. Cynn had it worse, but neither of the two girls were in any condition to be moving. But someone had to save Cynn, and Annabeth wasn't going to let herself be weak now of all times. Annabeth made it to the Infirmary long enough for one of the healers to take Cynn off her hand, and for her to collapse.\n\nWhen Annabeth woke up, she was bandaged up everywhere. She could hardly feel her hands but could see others moving around her. Annabeth managed to get to her feet and walk off under her own power, though she didn't really have a destination in mind. She just was moving on her own, not even realizing what she was doing. It was all a daze to her. To anyone near by, they could her hear mumbling.**\"Got to run... Got to run... Run....\"**Everything was still a blur...", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" } ]

[ { "text": "**Grey Onyx** \n\nGrey simply shrugged, and explained his own preference for more mid-sized shields.**\"I suppose, though I prefer to fight more defensively. To be honest, If I had to go without my axe or my shield, I'd take my shield. It's not too small to be useful, but not big enough to slow me down, perfect for a body-guard.\"**Grey took a moment to bring the training dummy back up, and struck it in the 'stomach,' followed by a chop to the neck.**\"Hell, if you use it right you can knock the fight right out of most of the unruly bastards you'd fight in my line of work.\"**With that he kicked it back down, grabbing Annabeth's axe and pulling it free as it fell. He offered it to her.**\"Still, nothing wrong with that buckler of yours. Any weapon's as good as any other provided you have the training. It's awfully cliche, but the only thing that matters is the one holding it. Least, that's what my uncle always said.\"**\n\nWhen she asked him his reasons, he was a bit flustered. he had no idea of her true capabilities, but he certainly wouldn't call her defenseless.**\"N-no, not at all Ma'am. I just...\"**He took a seat on a nearby bench, and sighed.**\"I saw a lot of men die last night. I was pre-occupied with the one fight for most of the incident, but I had to fight my way down there, and I saw things. Corpses littered the halls, and I'd seen the demons they had fought, they weren't much tougher than the average soldier. How many people would have lived if they had a little more training? If they were just a bit stronger? I was always told I was a prodigy back home, a real warrior savant. But did I share any of my skill? No, the thought never crossed my mind.\"**He was silent for a moment. He knew it was stupid to blame himself for anything that happened last night, but to bear the weight of all the violence that surrounded him was his way.\n\n**\"So what if you lose to something that was only a little bit stronger than you? Maybe that little trick I just taught you is enough to tip the scales? Maybe that small amount of time you save pulling the axe out saves your life? I just try to keep all the people I can safe, it's why I came here in the first place. And the way I see it, If that trick saves your life, I'm doing my job. So, I guess you can say I just want to help out.\"**That was more or less all he really wanted to do. He certainly couldn't end evil forever or instill peace between all the various factions, but he'd do all he could.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "Leith opened the door to his room. He had known that he wouldn't be able to get to sleep after the events of the night before, so he just wandered around the college, helping where he could. He was both mentally and physically exhausted, and yet he knew that he still wouldn't be able to sleep. He would probably go see Sam later in the night for something to help him sleep. When everything had calmed down more-so than it was at the moment. He only came back to the room to drop off his gauntlet and the sword that he had acquired early in the battle, as well as change into some fresh clothing\n\nHe had shuffled his way to his bed and deposited his sword on it before he noticed the hole in the wall and Ssarak and Meirin Standing there. He stared at them for a few moments before he realized what was wrong with the scene. Leith shook his head to clear it and chuckled. \"Well this is a surprise. Did one of you fight a demon in here?\"\n\n___________________________________________________________________\n\nDarius woke up with a start. He was covered in bandages and he was in an unfamiliar environment. He sat up in the bed quickly and immediately regretted it. His arms and legs started burning and his head started throbbing horribly. It had felt like he had been drinking the entire night before. It took him a lot of effort to not vomit at that moment.\n\nHe looked around the room and saw that it was full with injured people. Some were wailing in pain while others were either unconscious or dead. Darius saw no one from his detail in the room. That could be either a good thing or a bad thing. With a grunt of effort, pulled the covers off and swung his legs over the bed, ignoring the pain that doing so had caused. He located his robes and pulled himself off the bed.\n\nHis legs failed to hold him upright for long and he collapsed onto the ground. A woman walked towards him to help him up but he waved her off. \"Leave me! I do not need help,\" he growled between laboured breaths. He slowly pulled himself up the wall and walked towards where his robes were, using the wall as support. When he grabbed his robes, he started the slow process of putting them back on.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Quietly nodding her head, Meirin was going to lead the two out of the room when Leith showed up. He didn't seem to have rested last night, which worried Meirin a bit. She did crack a smile when he asked about the wall.**\"Not exactly. Let's just say that I'm not partial to using doors. Anyways, me and Ssarak are going to go out and try to help the college with repairs. You look... Tired. Should we drop you off at the Infirmary first?\"**Meirin remembered Leith's help last night. He was a great assist when she and Lyris fought against the Black Knight, and things might have turned out worse if Leith wasn't there to stop the demon from whatever it was he tried to do as well as taking on the flying sword. So now she was worried that Leith wasn't recovering from the aftermath; it looked like he stayed up the whole night, which he probably did. That wouldn't do anything good for his health or his mind. But she could understand why he couldn't simply rest. Frankly she was surprised that she was able to sleep herself, but that was mostly from finally giving into the pain and blacking out rather than simply being exhausted.**\"I think we should go to the Infirmary first, make sure Leith and our friends are okay.\"**", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\n\"Agreed. Leith, if you wish to recover fully from yesterday's events, you will need rest. Even if you do not feel it completely necessary to visit the infirmary, you should at the very least get some rest here to speed along your recovery.\" Ssarak recommended. Going through his mind was a list of his friends and acquaintances and the last places he remembered seeing them. Other than Leith and Meirin, He had not seen many of the others he had fought alongside in the dining hall. Devan, Jenna, Auriel, and Haklo were all alive the last time he saw them, but anything could have happened when they split off to secure the college. Sure, they did have the advantage in their counterattack, but it had still been a dangerous task. There were also other, less combat-capable students he knew that he had not seen since before the attack. Then there was Annabeth, who he remembered being in a questionable state the night before. Leith was the last one to see her, so Ssarak reasoned he would have more up-to-date information on her health.\n\n\"Leith, do you know what happened to Annabeth after I left? I remember she was wounded and in a daze; were you able to ensure she sought proper medical attention?\" He asked.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nThe girl that Annabeth was talking too seemed... Distressed? Sad? Well, Annabeth could imagine why. Yesterday was quite harrowing to many people. Normally Annabeth would use her telepathy to figure out more, but today she believes everyone needs some time to themselves. To grieve alone, and with others when they're ready. Not that Annabeth was the type of person who'd leave someone well enough alone.**\"Hi. You seemed distressed. I don't mean to pry of course... Yesterday was quite a tragedy for many people. I'm just trying to do my part and help some people out. Are you okay? Lost, perhaps? I'm actually heading towards the forge, if you'd like to accompany me.\"**Now that she thought of it, Annabeth should try to find some of her friends too. Haklo, Leith, Ssarak, and anyone else she could find. She should find Grey later as well, see if he would like some company. And of course, Annabeth should see Cynn as soon as possible. No telling how she's holding up after yesterday's events.**\"I'm Annabeth, by the way. I think I've seen you before, but I can't quite place a name.\"**", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "**Alaira Taenn** \n\nThough still very much unconscious, Alaira did shift slightly in her (more or less) self-induced coma. This relieved at least one of the Apothecaries, who had begun to suspect she was dead. Whether or not she's brain-dead remains to be seen of course.\n\n **Grey Onyx** \n\nGrey simply waved as Annabeth left. He understood, it wasn't exactly a happy time at the moment.**\"Nice meeting you too.\"**He added as she left. Hrm, now what? If it weren't for Mathix ordering him to take a day off, he'd have a nigh-uncountable amount of things to do. Though, he couldn't fault Mathix too much. Sure he looked fine on the outside, but what if something gives out on the inside if he exerts himself? It only makes sense not to push a soldier too hard, why waste a good man? It made sense, but that didn't mean he liked it. He decided that training was likely too much for him right now, so maybe a walk? He wasn't 'on patrol' technically, and nobody would fault him for settling any disputes he came across, right?\n\nHe walked for a time, and was surprised that nothing of importance happened. Usually when disasters like this struck it would be an opportune time for mischief, but everything seemed to be in order. He did notice the infirmary, however. He'd heard that after they dealt with some kind of demon there they had managed to lock the place up like a vault, and even held out against whatever assault the demons carried out.**\"I doubt Mathix'd care if I helped out the medics, right?\"**He mumbled under his breath. Grabbing knives and potions for people was hardly strenuous.\n\nThe infirmary was... crowded to say the least. it was extremely disheartening to see all the wounded but... oddly encouraging in a strange way. This... this carnage could not be allowed to take place again. He would train, he would get his hands on enchanted weapons, and he'd do everything in his power to deliver the justice these people were denied, that was a promise. Several figures stuck out however (It was impossible to miss an eight-foot tall black dragon-man in a white room after all). There was also a man with an oversized gauntlet, a young student and...\n\n**\"Ah, Meirin. It's good to see you alive.\"**The guardsman said as he approached the group.**\"Course, I doubt they could take you out so easily.\"**He regarded the other people assembled, before asking**\"Friends of yours?\"**", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "As Ssarak left Meirin chatted with the boy. He was obviously rather shocked at the whole ordeal, and spoke very little of what had happened since she and Ssarak saved him. He did mention losing one of his closer friends however. Meirin gave him her condolences, for what they're worth. Eventually the boy simply wondered off, leaving Meirin to stand alone. Didn't last for long however, as Grey showed up. Meirin was a bit surprise to see him here, half expecting that he would be guarding the college. But maybe he was here to do that.**\"Hi Grey. They're friends, yes. We met up yesterday before... Well, before the demons attacked. I suppose you could say we grew rather close to each other afterwards. Are you here on patrol?\"**She noticed that Grey had very few injuries on him. He was patched up, but considering he was a guardsman, he had expected him to be much more wounded. She actually sort of expected to find him laid out on one of the cots inside.*\"I guess I should have assume that he'd be able to take care of himself. Didn't be break his arm yesterday though?\"*", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Noel Howle\n\nAfter playing a balancing act with the tray, a meal for the guard who had woken up, Noel had been instructed to watch one of the patients. A familiar, white haired student who seemed fixed in a slight, restful slumber. Much to her surprise, she easily recognized the student as the very girl she had admired in the Dinning Hall. This made the task slightly easier, even if she wasn't already eager to help, her hands then pulled up a chair to take a side at the cot.\n\nHer hands settled in her lap while her eyes just watched Cynn's relaxed posture, looking blissfully calm compared to some of the other patients brought in last night. Instinctively Noel's mind recalled how impressed she was by the aptitude the College healers displayed, matched only by their determination to care for their own. It was rather heartwarming, possibly the key factor for her volunteering now that she reflected back on it. It also helped she had a little knowledge about herbs and experience in healing during her time in Eania.\n\nHer fingers twisted her borrowed nurse's dress, about only a few inches above her ankle and form fitting, as her legs softly kicked beneath her seat. For a while she sat there. Her brown eyes continued to stare down when movement caught her attention, her face rose slightly. The patient's eyes were open, causing Noel to jerk in surprise and hand clamped over her lips in order to stifle the small yelp. Stunned and numbed to her next move, Noel could only watch as the hallucination play out, the acknowledgement of the patient's whereabouts slow to return to the white haired girl's face, the head moved to her fingers skirting along the sheets. It had be scribbling word Los but too stunned by the display, Noel didn't spare time to determine them, merely fixed in place as a spectator.\n\nAfter several minutes, Cynn seemed to take in her condition. Her face twisted up in shock, likely from being in a strange place, before she spoke with expected surprise. Finally acknowledgement reached her eyes as well as her mind, barely easing Noel's clawing discomfort. Cynn's words stammered drive what remained away. bith the young student's introduction and confirmed Noel's suspicions she didn't know where she was.\n\nFully aware how frightened the patient was, Noel removed her hand from her mouth and tried to sooth her. \"It's alright, you were brought by a student and are currently in the infirmary. The healers have been treating everyone injured during last night's catastrophe.\"\n\nNoel bit back the sickness in her stomach when images, memories of the wounded and dying, came into her head. She couldn't help the shudder which raced up and down her spine. The notion worsened when she thought back to Cynn's earlier display. Her eyes broke contact, partly to hide the discomfort she felt and then turned toward a Esyire situated farther away from the pair. Noel had caught the whispers of who he was.\n\nStraightening her dress she once more faced Cynn, this time with a small smile. \"Even the Headmaster was hurt and brought here for treatment. Which brings up a few important questions: how do you feel? Is there something you need?\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "\"Twist, turn, coil, and release!\" Meirin burst forward with a large gust of wind. The back blast was strong enough to knock over a few wooden training dummies. More impressively, despite how much power was put into it, Meirin was able to swiftly maneuver around the obstacles she set up in front of herself. A series of barrels, boxes, and other things to get in her way a she spend past them using her boost of magic. She was moving much faster than her body normally can, and if anyone else tried to go at her speed they'd either fall unconscious at the sheer force or even get their skinned ripped off. It didn't happen to Meirin however because she had been taking these past two months training her Weaving Magic. She actually had put a lot more time into her studies now, and even took up some Alchemy to learn how to make medicines and healing salves, if people get hurt again.\n\nThe secret to Meirin's speed and durability was two gestures that she learned. One was merely a more powerful form of her wind blast weaving technique that was strong enough to propel herself, and another was a different variant of a Vitamancy weaving technique. While Meirin already knew one that could rejuvenate the energy in her body, this new one strengthen her skin. What it did was harden her skin and made it more tense. This served a few functions; first and most obviously it made her body a little bit harder to harm. Second was that, due to her muscles tensing together, it also closed any wounds on her body and stops bleeding for the duration of the spell. However due to how tight her muscles contracted, moving was difficult and took a considerable amount of effort. Effort that Meirin was putting into overcoming the initial weakness of the technique.\n\nThe bandages and cuts on her body showed that her training did not start off perfectly, but over the two months she had largely gotten rid of her new technique's stiffness and could not utilize it's defensive ability without losing her mobility. A little help with her improved wind blast spell also contributed to creating a new technique that Meirin was now practicing. It was simply a charge, using her wind blast to give her a large initial burst of speed. She than use smaller and quick hand gestures to shoot off small burst of wind to steer herself, though she largely just used her own body to dodge and navigate around most obstacles. She used the wind blast to help her with more deft-defying stunts, like running up a wall or falling off a wall. She wasn't just running however; she had set up specific targets that she needed to hit during each run, and missing one was considered a fail. So far she had a rather high accuracy; no missed targets and she always made sure to put as much power as she could to behind each hit. That meant that most of the targets, whether they were wooden signs or metal plates, had fist-shaped holes in them if not shattered in half.\n\nNow Meirin sat on a bench wrapping up her hands. Turns out hitting wooden signs and metal plates can damage your fists, though there was nothing broken, just a bit bloody and bruised. \"I think that's enough for now.\" Meirin got up and collected her things before leaving the gymnasium. \"Now than, where did Ssarak go?\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "For a moment, Ssarak was silent. He took in a deep breath, released it, then repeated. His heart rate slowed back to normal levels and his heightened blood flow calmed down. He had not needed to exert himself too particularly hard, but nevertheless, relaxing outside in the fresh air was soothing, more times than not. He had just finished a sparring session with Alaira, who he had been helping recover over the past few months. Given the state her body was still in, she was considerably more exhausted than himself, but she was improving every day. Alaira had sacrificed quite a lot to save the lives of Mar, Althalus, and their child, Lyn, so he felt it only right that he help her recover. After all, he had quite a bit of experience in combat training, and had dealt with physical therapy for injured warriors. When it came to building up health and physical fitness, one might even consider him an expert.\n\nWith all that had happened over the past few months, Ssarak had been quite busy, and unbelievably stressed. The situation with Dirssi had brought up more pain, more bad memories than he had ever hoped to feel again. It reminded him of his own weaknesses and failures. Were it not for those closest to him, he would undoubtedly be dead by now. Even through it all, though, he still managed to keep up with most of his responsibilities. It was fortunate that the college allowed him to keep up with his classes while they considered Dirssi's claims, and he even managed to attend his private lessons with Satori on a mostly regular schedule. All of that combined with the physical therapy sessions with Alaira meant he had been used to having little free time. That was only now starting to change, though with the implications of the attack a few months beforehand, he doubted the reprieve would be permanent.\n\nTurning his attention back to reality, Ssarak stood up and stretched out his muscles. He approached Alaira, observing her carefully to see what kind of state she was in. No one, of course, wanted their body to be damaged to the point that it lost functionality, but he felt that it was particularly bad for Alaira. Fighting was a large part of who she was; it was almost a defining trait of her personality. While she did not have the same wartime experience as himself, she poured a lot of effort into improving her fighting abilities. To be injured as she was, to have her body unable to perform in quite the same way as it did before, was no doubt torturous to her and her pride. Even if he disagreed with everything she believed in regards to war and fighting, he still respected how selflessly she could act when the situation demanded it. For that reason, he would see her recovery through to the end.\n\n\"The rate of your improvement seems to be increasing. That is good, but as always, I feel I need to remind you not to over-exert yourself. In a recovery stage like this, your health is still fragile. You could still regress if you push yourself too hard. Be sure to get some rest. Our schedule's permitting, we can have another session tomorrow. Perhaps not sparring again, though. It has been a while since we worked on your legs, and it can be unwise to skip those exercises.\" Ssarak suggested.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "**Grey Onyx** \n\nGrey noticeably soured at the mention of the new guards.**\"Those things aren't human, they can't be... Some of us are still around you know, the organized ones left but there's about a couple dozen freelancers like myself still here.\"**He explained, though it was clear he didn't want to talk about the subject right now. He listened to Meirin speak of her training. Interesting magic, weaving. It was so different from the other types...**\"You guys never cease to amaze me. I mean, you all stuck around, and you aren't even bound by contract! Not that I'd ever consider abandoning any of you.\"**He said, pride obvious in his voice. These little chats always reminded him that the people here were worth protecting, that he'd made a good choice in applying here.\n\nSoon however, one of those false guards had come for the two of them, apparently they were to report to lucilia...\n\n ***Later...*** \n\nIt was... a lot to take in. Evidently, Lucilia was sending the students out to take care of what was likely a group of renegade mages, and he was attached to keep them safe. Part of him was somewhat satisfied, he was far better as a personal bodyguard than a patrol guard. But, he had several misgivings about the company... there was Leith, who was actually quite friendly, but had that relic of demonic origin attached to his arm. He didn't trust it. There was Athalus, the one who ordered the crossbow. it might just be paranoia, but the guy seemed like the sort of man who was always up to no good. Mar... Mar needed no explanation. She was abrasive and had these alien values he simply didn't understand. And Coco... At first, Coco creeped him out, but at this point he found the girl adorable.\n\nHe walked out to the gate, seeing Athalus was already there, which was good, he'd gotten there early. He waved, but tripped on a loose stone as one of his belt pouches fell to the ground, coming open and scattering papers everywhere.**\"Gods... Can you help me gather these?\"**he said, as he rosed, rubbing at his arm as he set about picking them up. They were wanted posters of various criminals he'd collected. While he was no bounty hunter, he liked to familiarize himself with prominent ne'er do wells, so that he'd know what people to look out for on the job. Most of them came from Djarkel, and more than half of them came from a nasty little place by the name of port slaughter, most of which were worthless as they were renditions of disguises most of the gods-damn time.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "Colette\n\nShe was surprised and shocked when Lucilia called her and some other people and was even more shocked when she received news that she was going on a mission. She pondered it as she went back to her room getting anything she needed for the trip when she froze. \"Oh god what happens if I dont have access to blood\" she thought not knowing as a full vampire she now had control over her blood lust. She took deep breaths and forced herself to relax \"I will have to try controlling it during the mission. She made sure her things were prepared grabbing her cage of bats that were begging for her attention by their usual screeches. She slowly left looking back at her beloved room before leaving completely.\n\nShe meet with the others and quickly got nervous at seeing unfamiliar faces ahead of her. The fear that they would look at her with disgust and hatred like others have in her past quickly filled her mind but she forced herself to stay there so they could head out for the mission", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "**Coco Bean**\n\n... Her leaves rustled the moment she recognized the words.*Forest of Symphony*. That was her home. And rogue mages were in there, doing Xiah-knows-what. When the briefing was done and her decision was made, she looked like a cactus. A rather... Soft and brightly colored cactus, that was for sure, but her leaves surely stood on end, sharper than they had ever been in her life before. With maybe the exception of the demon attack... And the time the Syphis hunted her... And that time she accidentally touched something she wasn't supposed to touch on a fleshling.\n\nShe didn't have much in the way of material possessions, and the only one of such things she truly cared about, was the spear that Alaira had given to her, months ago. She grabbed it as soon as she had reached her spot in the gardens. It had been leaning against the wall of the overgrown cottage, with a small box of clothing next to it. She dug through the wooden box and pulled out a pair of leather pauldrons. She tied the pauldrons to her shoulders, carefully placing them over her delicate and fully blossomed shoulder pads, with laces that went down her chest and all the way around her ribcage. When both pauldrons were secure, she grabbed the spear and straightened her back. She rolled her shoulders a bit, then turned around and leaned against the wall.\n\nHer leaves pressed themselves against her head and neck, left hand fingers brushing against the smooth surface of her communication rune.\n\nThen she walked.\n\nMinutes, accompanied by the silence of the gardens and then the stares she felt from other students, passed. She found herself nearing the West Gate, as instructed, where she was able to pick up several familiar scents. Grey was the first one. She hadn't talked to him enough, and she was always curious about fleshlings. Plus, it seemed like a good time to socialize and take her mind away from the Forest, Foreas and the Great Tree.\n\n**\"Oh! Grey, right?\"**Coco said, in her uniquely chipper way, even though the rune wasn't able to change its voice's tone, her body language was another thing.**\"And...\"**she flicked a finger at the pointy metal end of the spear,**\"you're collecting papers? What are they about? You're a Guard, right? I know you were there in the briefing. So why is a Guard coming with us?\"**\n\nShe knelt down near Grey and put her hand on one of the papers, then grabbed the page and passed it to Grey, hand soon free to wave Althalus a greeting. As silent as the man was, Coco had learned to recognize his scent.\n\n**\"Actually, that's a silly question,\"**She muttered, then perked up, facing Grey,**\"have you ever visited the Forest of Symphony?\"**And there she went again, mind back to home and its troubles.", "username": "Frettzo", "char_name": "Coco Bean" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak pulled tight the straps on his armor, being sure each plate was well-secured to his body. There had been no question that he was accept the escort mission, regardless of the danger, so he went straight to preparing himself. It had been recently repaired, so it was in good condition. Before grabbing his weapon, he looked up at his axe in its now-permanent resting place mounted on his wall. The weapon he had carried for so long was broken in two in the middle of the haft. While it was true that he could have potentially repaired it, he had resolved that it was time for a new weapon. Besides, he did not place too much importance on an object's sentimental value. Even if it had belonged to his father, it was just an axe that carried no more importance than what he wanted to ascribe to it.\n\nHis new weapon was two handed as well, with a head that had a hammer on one side, an axe on the other, and a spike in the middle. As a result, he could use it for cutting and bludgeoning. The spike was not something he would use quite as often, as it would be unwieldy as a spear, but it had its uses. He secured it into place on his back, then stored his helmet in his backpack along with some of his other supplies. He planned to wear it while on the road, but there was no reason to have it on while inside the college...or at least he hoped there would not be. He had everything he would need for the mission, so he made his way downstairs and into the courtyard, where he, Meirin, Alaira, and Darius were meant to meet the caravan driver .As it seemed he or she had not yet arrived, Ssarak took a seat on a nearby bench to rest before they set out.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "**Alaira Taenn** \n\nAlaira laughed as the flames went up. Even if there weren't any bandits in there, one thing was clear; she*loved*fire. She affixed her mace to her belt loop as she took stock of the increasingly bleak situation. Everything was on fire, she doubted that all of the caravan would survive (Who cares? not like there was anything important in those fucking wagons. Just some food and shit), and the bastards were gonna cut the rope. However, she had succeeded in creating the mother of all distractions. She pat Ssarak on the shoulder as she moved through the smoke, towards the water.**\"Make sure they don't see me...\"**She said as she reached the bank, leaping over with her Aeromancy. Now she was quiet, very quiet. She wasn't wearing her clanking armor and the whole place was**on fire**so they likely wouldn't notice her cross below the bridge, especially not with Ssarak helping her.\n\nShe crept up behind them, her time spent hunting made her quite stealthy when she wanted to be. Did she like it? no, she found it unfair, but they weren't exactly being fair themselves. Using all her strength, she grabbed them, pulling them back as hard as she could as she whipped around, throwing them to the ground as she readied her mace.**\"Here's a different plan! You fight me like men or die like cowards!\"**She shouted.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "**Aramir**\n\nHer redundant check of her equipment was cut short by the arrival of their guide. She packed her gear and then walked or rode in the wagon, refusing to ride a horse. She did this for two reasons. One, she didn't know how to ride a horse. Two, there was no way that she was going to get on something that big (She, after all, only came to the horses' shin. Barely.) and try to make it go in the direction she wanted it to. She had all too vivid images of the horse flinging her off with a shake of its head, or a buck, or something, and then she'd go flying through the air and crash into the ground. No, she was perfectly fine walking, thank you very much. Though, she mildly regretted that decision when they had to travel past Tyrael's little warning to any more attacks on the College. Where those who had horses could merely trot a good distance up wind and away from it all, she was forced to stay behind and put up with it. Still, compared to most of her past hunting trips, this one was rather pleasant. No biting winds, no cold, no local wildlife that wanted to eat her that blended in perfectly with the background, all in all, things were quite nice.\n\nWhen they finally stopped, Aramir sat down on the ground, a little separate from most of the group. A familiar uneasiness was growing in her, as she realized that they were in mostly complete and utter silence, broken only by their guide talking, and the occasional quiet noise from the horses. As Eural described the Roc and its strength and weaknesses, she listened intently, feeling herself relax. This was familiar territory. This she could understand and work with. Thus, with a small note of relief in her voice, she asked her own questions. \"How good is its hearing? How smart is it? Could it, for example, hear a small sound we might make approaching? Or see the ballista being aimed at it and recognize it immediately as a weapon and a threat? I assume we're going to approach it during twilight or night time if we find it at its nest. After all, it's better to not be seen by the angry bird that could kill us in a heartbeat.\" She paused for a moment, considering anything else that may be of use to know. \"Is there a chance that there might be more than one Roc at the nest? Do they typically nest in pairs?\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)" }, { "text": "\"Dammit, Alaira!\"\n\nMeirin tried in vane to stop the fire from spreading. She always knew Alaira was a bit unhinged, but was she trying to kill them all?! How was this even suppose to be remotely helpful? Meirin did a quick movement to blow the smoke out of their faces, but she couldn't do that more than once before she started coughing. Fighting the flames was pointless, but they could still escape with the caravan. Meirin followed the tracks and got onto the bridge, only to see that the bandits were still there and they were now in a much more precious situation. At least before they had a fighting chance, but now the bandits threaten to cut the bridge if they don't give into their demands. Ssarak relayed a mental message suggesting to give into the bandits demands and they try to kill them afterwards, but of course, Alaira was a loose-cannon. She vaulted over the bank under the assumption no one would see her burst out of the fire, and tried to pull the bandits down. All she succeed in doing was cutting the last rope keeping the bridge up.\n\nMeirin had to act fast, at least fast enough to fix this mess. She knew little to no magic that could save the rope, but she could still use her body. Just as the rope split Meirin grabbed onto it, and than reached out to grab the post it was tied to. Using her own body to hold the bridge up she could feel her body ripping apart from the weight, but she held together. For now. \"GO! GO ACROSS THE BRIDGE NOW, DAMMIT!\" Meirin screamed as tears begin to form across her body.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak wanted to stop Alaira, but she was too quick to grab. He wished he could yell at her inside her head, but having her scream out in pain while sneaking up on them would make the situation immediately worse. The first mistake he might forgive, but now it was like she was just trying to sabotage them. He had not believed it was a good idea to bring her along, but not for this reason; he had more anticipated her weakened state would be the issue. It mattered little at the moment, however, as he needed to focus on keeping the bridge stable, an idea that Meirin shared.\n\nMeirin was a bit quicker to reach the rope than Ssarak, but he was right behind her. She shouted for them all to cross, but there was no way in Tien he was leaving her to be dragged into the river by the weight she was supporting. Besides, falling into the river wouldn't be an issue for him if he was pulled down by the rope. He rushed over to Meirin and grabbed onto the post and rope as well, adding his considerable strength to the mix and, more importantly, reducing the stress on Meirin.\n\n*\"Darius, help us!\"*Ssarak shouted telepathically. It was possible they might hold it up long enough as it was, but Darius could only make it easier.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "*Doors.*\n\nDoors were such brilliant inventions, he missed doors. If he had had a door he could have gotten out and slapped whoever was bumping his coffin around. Though if he could get out after he had slapped said person he would likely have been on his merry way. He did have things to do after all, if he ever got out. The previous people to cart him around had not been quite so careless. There had been the occasional bump along the road as was to be expected but this ruckus? No it was entirely undignified and he wasn't really keen of being in the hands of bandits again. They were loud and noisy and not a lot of fun to be around when you couldn't punch them. Then he felt himself tip up, he would have put his hands above his head if there had been enough room, which there wasn't, slumping at the top of the coffin he groaned. What he didn't expect was for when his legs pushed up against the lid it opened and fell. Daylight rushing into the coffin, fresh air, the smell of the grass and the flowers... he didn't really notice any of it anymore but he could imagine it being there. He stood up, his clothes being exposed to the elements or what was left of his clothes fell to the ground. He picked up the cane and began walking when he heard the shriek.\n\nHe turned to face the Roc eating some poor morsel. \"Well, I don't suppose your species is any friendlier now than it was the last time it was about now would it be? No. I don't suppose it is.\" He looked around, there wasn't exactly anything nearby he could defend himself against a Roc with. He wasn't exactly sure what kind of fighting capability his body had and he didn't really have any runes or the ability to make any runes and he wasn't going to hide back in the coffin. So what did he do? Would he run? No, how would that look. A skeleton running away from a*Giant bird*. Such a thing would be ridiculous. No, he held his cane elegantly and began walking away slowly, making sure to make as little noise as possible, if he could just make it to the treeline without it noticing he'd be in the clear. To run to the treeline would likely grab its attention.\n\nBesides, it felt good to walk again.*Oh look, a butterfly.*", "username": "Sep", "char_name": "Arcadius" }, { "text": "Meirin wished she could have known what was happening. It was all just too fast for her. First she threw Lyn, than she began to fall, than everything turned black. She didn't know what to make of it. If this was what death was like, it was awfully anti-climactic. Least of all since she never imagined her end would simply be falling into a river in Djarkel. Kind of disappointing. Whether Ssarak's arms was a better turn of events or not didn't really register in Meirin's mind.\n\nHer head was throbbing, her arms felt like they were both on fire, and she was certain she was bleeding. Truthfully however she didn't strain her arms enough to actually tear them out, but they were pulled out of socket, which didn't make things feel any more comfortable for her. Not one to linger on weakness however, as Meirin struggled to move off of Ssarak, she put her shoulders back into position, with a sickening and unnatural crunching sound. Despite being somewhat ready for this, she still screamed out in pain, and even did the same with her other arm. This was, at best, a rudimentary solution to her problems however, and she would like to see a professional healer to ensure that she makes a full recovery. But that wasn't on her mind right now. All she could think about was the pain and trying not to make a mess of herself in front of Ssarak. Meirin couldn't even say anything that didn't come out as a pained whimper. All she could think about was a single phrase while leaning weakly against Ssarak's body.*\"I'm so weak...\"*\n\nDespite her thoughts, Meirin knew she had to get out of here. Once she gathered enough of her strength to stand steady she began to walk. She didn't really know where she was going, but she was starting to become more lucid, and knew that she was looking for some way out of the riverbed and back to the caravan. Her body was swaying and she was still staggering, but she was determined to get back to the caravan. She had something to say to Alaira, and it was this fury that fueled Meirin.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "**Alaira Taenn** \n\nAlaira laid there, holding Lyn in her arms... Shaking, she reached in her pocket, and pulled out her two emergency Vitamancy runes. She got these several years back, but had never had them when she needed them. One for Lyn, and one for Meirin, if she lived...**\"I-I'm so sorry Lyn... So sorry...\"**She coughed out, tears running down her face as she pressed the rune against Lyn's forehead. The rune would heal any thing on her save the ridiculously life threatening, like getting severed in half. But she understood the child quite well, and she knew what she was thinking... She looked to her left, Ssarak had indeed saved Meirin...**\"Lyn... M-mei's fine, Lyn... Stop crying...\"**She said, coughing onto the ground some more as she ran a hand through her hair...\n\nShe shoved the other stone into Lyn's hand and set her down onto the ground beside her.**\"P-press that against... Against Mei's Head like I...\"**She paused, coughing some more.**\"Like I did with you...\"**It wasn't a moment after she finished directing her that she fell unconscious...", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nIn her current state, Meirin's thoughts could easily be heard in Ssarak's mind. Not that he needed them to confirm what he could see plainly with his eyes. She was hurt, weakened by both her exertion on the bridge and the fall. Ssarak was hardly in perfect condition himself, but he had not been trying to hold up the bridge alone for any amount of time as she had. Beyond Meirin, he also heard another set of thoughts, farther away, quieter, but more panicked. It seemed that Lyn did not see him dive after Meirin, so she thought she caused her death. Fortunately, Ssarak was in a position to calm her worries.\n\n*\"Do not worry, little one. Meirin and I are alive, we merely need to find a way back up.\"*He reassured her telepathically.\n\nSsarak stood up as well, his body sore from the impact. The joints in his wings cracked painfully as he folded them back into position. He had managed to cut down the damage they received, but they did not escape unharmed. Parts of the membranes were torn closer to his body, and the muscles which controlled the wings were very sore. He didn't believe it would damage his aerodynamics enough that he could not fly entirely, but it would make it more difficult. He doubted that they would be able to carry both himself and Meirin, which meant they would need to find another way up. First, however, he needed to calm Meirin and check the extent of her injuries.\n\n\"Hold, Meirin. Listen to me.\" Ssarak began as he approached her. She didn't seem to be entirely in her right mind, so he placed a hand on both of her shoulders to stop her, then stood directly in front of her. He moved his hands up to either side of her face and slowly brought up her eyes to look directly into his. \"Be calm, and focus on me. You are hurt; Alaira can wait. Right now, I worry for your health. How badly are you hurt? And please, do not tell me that you are fine. I need to know where and how severely you are injured. Please, be honest; after all you have done for me, I am not going to let you bring harm to yourself.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Meirin simply nodded her head as Ssarak gave her the vitamancy rune. She had heard a little bit about runes, mostly that it's a type of ancient magic much like her Weaving. More common place however, and as far as she knows has much for functionality. Meirin gripped the rune in her hand tightly before tucking it into one of her pockets. She didn't know how to use it and didn't want to risk breaking it if it could really heal her arms. But at least now there was a solution. Before Ssarak left he also asked Meirin to watch over Lyn. \"Of course. Take your time.\"\n\nAs Ssarak left, Meirin struggled to dig through her pockets to take out the small container of her medication. She was feeling very tired right now, but she still needed to be awake t take care of Lyn and to get her healing. The pain in her arms made it hard for her to hold her medicine steadily, but after she managed to get a few pills into her hand she popped them into her mouth and swallowed them whole. Once that was done she went to look for Lyn, who had wondered near another caravan. \"Lyn!\"\n\nMeirin walked after Lyn, though she didn't really stop her. Although Meirin wanted Lyn to go back to the college, she couldn't really bring herself to be angry at Lyn. Sure this was a dangerous mission, and she did think that Lyn was being foolish for coming with them, but there was also the fact that if it weren't for Lyn Meirin might have been dead right now. She remembered how she saw Lyn use her magic, presumably herbmancy, to keep the ropes together long enough for Meirin to let go and save her. If Lyn was a bit older Meirin would have suggested that Lyn take Alaira's place. But Lyn was still a child, and despite how useful she's been so far, Meirin didn't want her to be in any danger. With any luck they could get Alaira to take Lyn back to the college, solving two problems at once.\n\n\"Lyn, honey, don't wander off from us.\" When Meirin caught up with Lyn she gently put her hand on Lyn's head. She wasn't sure what Lyn was thinking right now, but Meirin wanted to make sure that Lyn knew that Meirin wasn't angry at her. \"Let's go wait at the inn okay?\" But before Meirin could take Lyn away, she was approached by the merchants. They wanted to sell her \"Anti-Demon\" weapons. Meirin smiled at them politely but declined. \"Thank you, but that won't be necessary. I'm quite capable of dealing with demons. Thank you for the offer. Now, come along Lyn.\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Lyn\n\nLyn wandered over to the caravan. Bodies of men, mostly bearded and grimy, had started to pack away a good portion of their goods back into their wagons for the night's travel. Other than the assigned sellers, the laborers looked to be of the ill sort and seemed to make her want to cringe back for some reason. Slowly she had come to a halt at the last stall. The one still needed to be cleared and packed away, her small hands pulled up on the table edge to peer over it. Her eyes caught the glimpse of assorted items from bladed weapons to amulets, even talismans to sweet the selling profit. On seeing them, Lyn's eyes cringed into a wrinkled and unpleasant expression. Something was wrong with them.\n\nShe wasn't sure, but something was definitely off with how they looked compared to the ones made by her Uncle Tyrael. Part of her itched to touch them and inside, she fought the impulse. After her mother's gentle scolding about touching her Uncle's prized processions, including the glare and rough warning, she had come to push the desire aside. Not that it was easy mind you. Her feet bounced in an attempt to ease the want as well as pull her mind from such imaginations. After a few good stares at the items, Lyn still wasn't sure why they didn't look right and considered to give up. Until her eyes brushed her dagger hilt. Of course, her dagger was made to stun demons enough for her escape them. A precaution both her father and mother seemed to approve of as she was taught to use it a few weeks ago. Gently, she reached over to pull it out. Immediately it gave a fierce impression with its hard, crude steel with a pattern of red amber like spirals laced into the metal. Those read patterns marked it a demon killer. The bells seemed to be pleased she had taken hold of it which sharpness could immobilize any demon too close for her liking. However she was still learning and lacked practice. So best she could do was wound them enough the blade could affect them before she scrambled away.\n\nLyn stood there tracing the lines when Mei came up. So lost in trying to figure out the reasons, she hadn't noticed the woman pull up or the earlier yell until the soft touch followed by the sweet words caused her to look at Mei. She smiled until her whole face seemed swallowed up in the mood. It was a genuine like many of hers were and glowed with the fact she was happy to see the woman looked alright. Soon though her smile turned into a frown when Mei wanted to go back to the inn, unsure how to tell her what was bothering her. Inhaling a small breath, she reached a small arm over the stall's table to point at a smalltrinketand with pleading eyes tried to get Mei to either purchase it or look at it.\n\nHowever, if Mei again told her to come, Lyn would sigh then she would turn on her heel to walk beside the woman back into the inn.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "**Grey Onyx**\n\nGrey did all he could to destroy that door. He was aware of the situation, and it was not good. It tore him apart to just... leave coco there, but he had to kill that kid, it was the only way... Eventually he felt the door weaken, and he knew that his time was near. He'd pour everything into his next strike as he backed up. Faintly, glowing purple lines could be seen under his flesh as he charged forward. With a mighty roar, he slammed his shoulder into the door as he blasted it off it's hinges, rocketing into the room. He quickly got up, turning back to shout**\"Change of plans! I'll get him!\"**. he charged ahead, up the stairs.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "A light sigh escaped Meirin's mouth as Alaira stormed off. Perhaps she said too much, but regardless this wasn't over. Steeling her will, Meirin stretched her neck and went after Alaira. By the time she was outside Alaira was no where to be seen, but she did ask one of the patrons who were taking a breathing outside if they saw her, and they did mention seeing a woman storm off near one of the buildings. After getting directions Meirin found the building, but no signs of a forced entry. Meirin was about to continue her search elsewhere when she heard a quite noise. She didn't pick it up at first, but as she was trying to find Alaira, she heard a very faint breathing noise. Crying, perhaps. Meirin didn't think that it would have come from Alaira of all people, but as foolish as she may be, Alaira still had feelings. Meirin was starting to feel a bit of guilt now, but that just means that she still has a responsibility to uphold. And like it or not, Meirin still had some things to tell Alaira.\n\nAs Meirin tried to focus in on the very faint sobbing, she was able to figure out that Alaira somehow managed to get herself onto the roof of one of the buildings. Meirin was quite aware that if she went up there, Alaira may very well attempt to attack her. And in her state, Alaira would only do more harm to herself than to Meirin. She'd hope this wouldn't have to come to blows, but given Alaira's actions before, Meirin was more than ready for a fight. Using a simple maneuver Meirin blasted herself onto the roof with a gust of wind, landing on the opposite side behind Alaira. Meirin kept herself ready for the insatiably bullrush or lightning bolt, but appeared to be standing calming with her arms crossed behind her back.\n\n\"We could use your help Alaira. You have so much ability, so much strength, but you don't talk to us nor do you listen to us. We're suppose to work together, but you keep trying to handle everything yourself. I'm not just angry that you nearly killed us all with that wild fire. I'm angry that you didn't at least tell us ahead of time, so we could be better prepared and make that insane scheme work. I want to trust you with my life Alaira, but before I do that I have to know what you're thinking. I want to know more about you.\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" } ]

[ { "text": "***Caravan Mission***\n\nOnce the events of the night before had settled, the rest of the party turned into their beds at the inn and rested uneventfully. Eventually the caravan master, who still reeked of booze, came by to each room and woke them. It was roughly an our before dawn, and the caravan master gave them that hour to freshen up. Even the inn keeper was not yet awake, so anything that the group wanted to eat they would have to take from the rations given to them by the college. The caravan master himself had nothing and went to get his wagon, and notible he seemed to have been shifting much of the inventory to accompdate the space of a small child. Even took out a cushion.\n\nOnce the group had finished their morning rituals the group was off. Lyn would be sitting in the wagon itself, underneath the tarp that protected the goods from the weather. There wasn't much of a view aside from forwards and backwards, but at least the caravan master made very little fuss about it. His only spoken comment about Lyn's presence was telling her where she is suppose to be sitting at. The rest of the morning went by uneventfully. Djarkel looked somewhat mystical when the morning sun shined the dew off it's gray grass, but once noon hit Djarkel's ever bleak skies returned to give the land it's trademark dreary and depressing mood. Along the way the group would pass various bridges and toll gates which the caravan master handled by showing his trade papers and the usual access fee.\n\nA few hours after noon but not quite the afternoon yet, the group stopped by another bridge. It was staffed by a few toll takers dressed in leather armor with an assortment of weapons; crude equipment fitting for the stingy nature of the barons in these lands. The caravan master spoke to the toll taker at the bridge in a profesisonal fashion, but while they spoke there was something odd about these guardsmen. Namely, while the barons are cheap, they would at least take the time to give their men a sense of uniform organization and put emblems on their weapons or armor. These guardsmen were ragged and fadded; cheap as they are, no self-respecting baron would every allow their guardsmen to have such sloppy attire.\n\nThe caravvan master continued to talk to the toll taker for a short while, negotiating prices. IN a few minutes they would be allowed to cross the bridge over the shallow lake. Unlike the bridge from before, this one was made of solid stone and large enough for three wagons to cross side-by-side. There asn't much noise aside from the sound of the caravan master talking and the soft sound from the stream. There was also a pungent stench like rotting flesh and open waste coming from near the bridge. Some of the guardsmen looked a bit pale with blood-shot eyes.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nBeing awoken early in the morning before a long day of traveling, for a moment, brought Ssarak back to his days of service as a warrior. It was a rarity for Ssarak to flashback to that part of his past without feeling some kind of emotional pain, but this time, it was a bit more nostalgic. Long marches were, of course, not particularly pleasant experiences, but he recalled fondly how his brothers and sisters in arms would try to make it bearable. He remembered the jokes, the arguments, the competitions, the pranks, and the general camaraderie they all shared. If there was anything he actually wanted to reclaim from his sordid past, that would be it. He chuckled to himself as they set out from the inn, wondering if Meirin was the type to enjoy a harmless prank. Or if she perhaps would want to go in together to play one on Alaira?*That*would be a risky venture.\n\nAlong the road, there were times where the scenery was interesting enough to capture their attention, but for most of the way, Ssarak passed the time with conversation with the others, being sure to keep his eyes and mind open to danger. As well, he held a mental conversation with Lyn on whatever topics could entertain her, since her spot in the caravan hardly had the best view. He was well-aware of how much small children hated to be idle, so for the convenience of the others, especially the caravan master, he was sure to keep her occupied.\n\nToll bridges were a custom which Ssarak was completely unfamiliar with. Obviously, it was not something he had ever been forced to deal with. It seemed like it would be expensive to pay a toll every time one wanted to cross a river, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Bridges were necessary for trade, and they carried with them a cost to build and maintain. He trusted that the caravan master knew what he was doing, so Ssarak simply focused on his own task of watching out for danger, and looking intimidating. The first few bridges gave them no issue, but as they came to one in particular, Ssarak was suddenly much more on edge. The guards were noticeably more poorly equipped than the previous ones, and they themselves did not look too healthy. That, combined with the foul odor in the air, lended a strange feeling to the entire encounter.\n\nAs before, Ssarak trusted the caravan master to carry out the negotiating, but he was much more active in seeking out the potential danger. He did not want to start a fight if it turned out that his fears were mistaken, but he wanted to be ready. Telepathically, he instructed Lyn to stay hidden as he looked out with a sharp eye for anything out of the ordinary, and opened his mind to search for any thoughts that might clue him in to danger. He recognized that he was in a foreign land and might be ignorant of some kind of social norm, but as Meirin was a native of Djarkel, he reasoned that she might be able to confirm or eliminate his fears.*\"Meirin, these guards...do you find they are acting strangely? This situation does not sit well with me.\"*He asked telepathically, listening to her mind for a response.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Arcadius would have shrugged if he had been able, he would have waved his hands. He would have pulled several fingers! HE would have done a variety of things the fact is that he couldn't. \"I have a simple request, I am sure it is entirely within reason. I tdoes not include theft, debauchery, murder, pain or anything like that. Which is rather surprising when you think about it technically I've not slept with a woman in well over... a very long time. Though I'm not exactly sure that's entirely possible anymore.\" He stopped for a minute, seeming to be thinking. \"I suppose you could do it to a certain degree. It'd be a bit pointy and I don't think I could get much fun out of it. Though I suppose theres a certain appeal for someone who doesn't tyre out.\"\n\nHe stopped again. \"Gives a whole new meaning to boning someone.\" Arcadius chuckled, shaking as he did so. \"Oh what were we talking about? Oh yes. REWARDS. I want my body back, and some nice clothes. Preferably a hat. Do you have hats here in the future? Or are they out of fashion? Antiques possibly? If so I still want one. My head feels naked, though technically I'm naked all over me. Wherever the rest of me is...\"\n\n\"What do I have to do again?\"", "username": "Sep", "char_name": "Arcadius" }, { "text": "Khan\n\"I asked far too much of you all as it is. How could I bear to ask more?\" Khan's question crawled forward against Tyrael's words, his tone had a mingle of guilt and shame when he spoke. \n\nKhan felt himself give before he could stop it. His balance off center when the teacher chose then to move, his knee filled with crippling pain and his voice stuck in his throat. He knew when his knee slammed onto the floor, the cane reflexively dropped by his hand's twitches which caused his fingers to splay and the cane to fall from his grasp. They had happened once or twice in his life since Rathel. However since that feast several months ago, it had been occurring more frequently than usual. Originally he brushed it off as a side-effect of stress. \n\nHowever some small part of him worried that it wasn't. That it was something irreversible and this worry had caused him to postponed any meeting with Ovak to put them at rest. Maybe the Leper was wrong. Khan gave an involuntary shudder at the possibility as he heard her scolding, her arms to wrap about and aid his standing. Naturally he leaned heavily against her. Both for comfort and help, his body wobbly like a newborn calf. He nodded at Tyrael's comment but was more focus on staying upright then arguing with either of them. \n\n\"I'll be fine as soon as I sit down, Lucilia.\" Khan said in his gentle tone. \"Just not been sleeping well lately is all and over-exerted myself.\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Khan Avrea Jevarath" } ]

[ { "text": "Caravan Escort\n\nThe robed man show no signs of death, but neither was he going to wake up any time soon. Amongst the items Meirin would find are three things of some importance. One was a signet ring baring an unfamiliar design for even Meirin, or at least was not the emblem of any Baron. Lining the edges were tiny triangles, and from the tip of each triangle was a curved line that reached to the center of the ring. The ring itself was made entirely out of copper. Another thing Meirin would find were two thick vials containing a faint blue liquid. These were ethers, albeit poorly made ones. The last thing Meirin would find is a journal, which was soaking wet but could be saved. While much of the initial writing was smeared beyond comprehension there was still enough of the journal to read the following:\n\n\n\nAdditionally amongst the water stained pages was a crude drawing. Though initially it looks to be a random scribbles, anyone with a good lay of Djarkel could make out some familiar land marks and recognize it as some sort of map. It also mapped out some obscure trade routes that, while not the most efficient, were often hidden away well enough that they'd have very little bandit presence. A few of these paths lead to Hysteria, but none of them were paths that the Caravan Escort crew could take without wasting at least a day's journey getting to, and another day to travel through. Also on these paths were circles, but nothing else was on the map that could signify their importance.\n\nAs everyone went about their business the guard captain was slowly coming to his senses. It first started with a loud groan of pain before he weakly got onto all fours. Despite maintaining very little injuries he was still in no condition to fight and would make an easy opponent if he tried, or if anyone wanted to fight him.\n\nLucilia Riovas\n\nLucilia could only release a silent sigh as Khan asked how he could keep asking for their assistance. \"Such a fool...\" She said quietly under her voice. Seeing that Khan's office was in some dire need of renovations she took him to her office, placing him in a seat.\n\nLooking through her cabinets Lucilia was looking for a tea to serve Khan, but all she had was various medicines and coffee. And as much as she wants to make sure Khan was in good health, he didn't need any of the medicine in this cabinet and until she does another check up she didn't want to risk accidentally poisoning Khan with medicine he doesn't need. But at least she had coffee. She debated quietly to herself what quality of coffee she should serve to Khan, whether to give him her best or simply settle for something that he could drink casually. She opt for both and used her favorite coffee beans to create a balance and mild coffee that hopefully won't offend Khan's taste. It was pleasant for Lucilia, but she preferred something with a more pure and intense flavor (Basically espressos). \n\nShe also mixed a bit of her Marrow Draught into her cup of coffee, but sure enough even if she drank directly from the bottle it wouldn't be enough. She's gone too long without any actual blood and now was going to need to get the real stuff soon. She just hoped the Marrow Draught would sustain her until Khan could safely be left alone without harming himself further. She doubts that, but she could always hope. \n\nReturning to Khan, Lucilia offered him some coffee. She took a seat on her desk so that she could be seated at eye level with Khan. \"I can understand your concern about protecting the students, Headmaster.\" Lucilia said that last word with notable firmness. She wanted to send a clear message to Khan. \"But I have spent many years developing the means of defeating the demonic threat that we'll soon be facing. Mastering them to ensure that nothing within the Inferno is safe from me. But I am more concerned about the threat that you pose to yourself and the college, seeing that you intend to withhold secrets that could harm us.\" She was referring to the vines, still unaware of the vial that Khan had received from Kudd so long ago. But the way she looked at Khan and worded her phrase gave her the (intentional) impression that she knew more than she actually did. \"What we have here is a failure to communicate with one another. I'll admit that we're all busy with our own duties, but you of all people should know that operating on your lonesome will affect more people negatively than you realize. Everything you do, Headmaster, affects us all. So would you kindly explain what exactly you intended to do, so that we can prepare for these mistakes?\"", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Lucilia Riovas, Master Herbamancy Professor (College Title), Owner of Scarlet Traveler (Trade Caravan & Occupation Title), Sanguine Rose (Alias in Vampire society)" }, { "text": "Mage Hunters\n\nThe Yarosmerian's head snapped back, and he fell to the ground in a boneless heap, obviously dazed from the blow Grey gave to him. While he was still dazed, Althalus looked over at Grey. \"I'm sure I could get the bolt back. It'd go right through him. Also, have we met the same Coco? Especially now? She has about as much sense as Lyn right now.\" It was said affectionately. As he stared at the dazed, wounded, and beaten man, Althalus made a mental note to tell Grey he appreciated his gesture to Mar later. Right now, he was too irritated at the Yarosmerian to care. \n\nWhen the man finally came too, a few moments before Leith began speaking, he spat blood on the ground and glared towards the giant guardsman. After Leith finished speaking, he barked a harsh laugh. \"Not men. What you're looking for has long ago given up the title of 'men'. They are monsters, much like the Naga. But they are in the forest, if you seek to kill them. Shouldn't be too hard to find them, just follow the trail of blood and burns and devastation. They were not subtle in following my two remaining bodyguards and I. We had thought we had found a safe haven for a Yarosmerian diplomat and his guards, before completing the journey to the Mage College. We were wrong.\" He glanced at Althalus and seeing the skeptical look on the assassin's face, nodded. \"Yes, I'm a diplomat of Yarosmere. The new Yarosmere. We have made the prophet of the Sand God our King, and threw out the foreigners, and then started to clean up our own borders.\"\n\nAlthalus, sensing something bad was about to be said, gently put down his crossbow and stepped in front of Mar. The diplomat continued, clearly enjoying himself. \"We've started exterminating the Naga plague. Their foul pit, Mesa Gaan, has been wiped out. We were moving on the rest as I left.\" He looked at Leith. \"Thank you for your assistance. It is nice to see not all heathens are violent fools.\"\n\nAlthalus went rigid. Fury and reason warred on his face for a brief moment, then reason won out. Barely. Primarily because he didn't have his crossbow. \"Mar, look at me. Don't do anything violent, the College will want him alive.\" Althalus said, holding his hands out in an attempt to stop any movement Mar would make to try and kill the man.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "Grey Onyx\n\nGrey rolled his eye when Leith spoke. Why Leith chose to show any respect to such... scum he didn't know. \"I... Yeah. I guess...\" He replied. Coco was a bit of an... oddball. His rage only grew at the words the man had spoke. Did he really just call them monsters again? was he really that stupid. But oh no, that was far, far from the worst thing he had said. He had known little of Naga, and little of Yarosmere. His lack of knowledge of Yarosmere was mostly due to no particular interest, but there simply wasn't much info on Naga in the great library back at the college. He did know a few things. There were different sorts of Naga, and the 'Mar' type came from a place out in the desert called Mesa Gaan...\n\nHe didn't know if Mar was from there, but none of the limited records mentioned any other settlements... He was sickened to his very core about how gleefully this man spoke of... of genocide. And Mar... gods, what would Mar do? He'd seen how she reacted when he nearly killed the boy... She might kill him in a fit of rage, and while deserved, she would probably suffer greatly with guilt. She wasn't exactly rational...\n\nHe'd have to do something before she did something stupid. He'd have to do something stupid so the blame would be on his shoulders, not hers. Besides, this... Vermin had no right to live...\n\nHe stormed over, grabbing the man by the throat and hoisting him up. Before the man could protest, he punched him quite forcefully in the stomach, winding the helpless man, though not killing him or rendering him unconscious. \"Monster! You find the deaths of innocent people amusing?!\" He roared, tightening his grip. He had never been this angry before. If... if what he said was true, this scum found the fact that an entire race was being wiped out a good thing... \"To the Pit with you!\" He shouted, preparing to slam the diplomat's head on the stump he had been using as a chair. If one didn't stop him, that man was as good as dead.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" } ]

[ { "text": "Roc Mission\n\nEural had grown impatient. \n\nThe would be hunters had left some time ago to attend to their to tasks and had left him with the wagon, horse and making camp for the moment which he didn't mind. The only problem was the fact the day was wasting away and they still were no closer to killing the Roc away, meaning more victims like the poor sap who carelessly was traveling to the College would become more likely. The eerie silence in the woods was starting to make him unease as his hand patted Samson along the nose, snout and flank causing the animal to nuzzle him slightly. It was a small comfort to the guide. The stallion's teeth nickered and chewed a bit at the tunic, seeking sugar cubes that Eural no longer had. \n\n\"Git off, you had enough!\" Eural gently snapped, a smirk played on his lips. Samson snorted indignity, his body made the wagon creak and the guide's eyes instinctively moved to check the oversize crossbow. It was impressive, even if he had a hard time imagining something like that could take down that large bird. \n\nWhen he finally noticed the group emerging into the campsite, he frowned and started to move Samson toward the direction where the Roc had been last spotted. \"Look, we've wasted enough time getting your items and it's several hours past noon. We don't want to hunt a Roc at night. Right now, it's only a bit farther to where the nest is and unless you all want to be it's next meal, I suggest you all hurry.\" \n\nLyn\n\nLyn looked up, her eyes brimmed with tears and her hands felt wet from the tears streaming down. She wanted to curl up into a ball as she thought about the pain she had caused. Her arms wrapped about her knees while she started downward, unable to look into Alaira's eyes and tried to understand what she had done wrong. Nothing came to mind. Still hating herself, she sniffed some then moved to the side enough to make room for her Aunt. The wagon creaked and squeaked, shifting slightly until the half elf settled in. Her words were soothing as Lyn leaned into Alaira's hug and feeling her strong arms hold her tightly. Lyn pulled away just enough to make a gesture the pair had worked out that meant pain then pointed from her self to Alaira. \n\n'I hurted you though! I hurted you!' Her mind was saying the words, her body shaking slightly.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "The Mage Hunters\n\nThe diplomat had left quickly after Grey spouting a few more insults, curses and general dire prophecies as he left. The group used the final peace and quiet to regroup, rest, and recover. The Guide, surprisingly, was still alive and wandered around, looking for anything of use in the remnants of the village. Althalus used the time to patch up Mar while she was still unconscious and decidedly not trying to kill anyone. He was done long before she awoke, and wisely decided not to talk about what happened. Not yet at least. The guide returned from his wanderings with some food the villagers had stored that was unspoiled. Meats, vegetables, fruits, etc. With the help of the guide, Althalus started a small fire. \"If whoever we hunt is in the woods watching, they can come out and get us. I for one, think we can all benefit from something cooked.\" When they had all relatively gathered, and those who wanted something to eat had taken it, Althalus broached the subject of what exactly to do. \"So, we all know that the mages we're hunting are in the woods. And we all know we can't just go back to the College and say 'well, we captured one mage, and insulted a diplomat, but decided that going after the others in the woods would be too much of a problem.'. Not only would that ruin the College's relationship with whoever we're doing this for, the College would just send another group of mages. One they feel could properly deal with the situation. So. Does anyone have any ideas?\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "Grey had been... quiet, since the fiasco with the diplomat. He hadn't really spoke, he just kept to himself, the only words coming out of his mouth being simple requests to look at everyone's gear. He made rather simple repairs to the various weapons and tools each of his compatriots had, given that he was the only smith among them. Everyone's gear was in order it seemed, which was good, seeing as he didn't have the tools to do extensive repairs.\n\nHe had been present when Athalus went through everything they knew, sharpening his axe. He sighed, putting it down as he began to speak. \"We don't know how powerful they are, or how many there are, or even if they have minions or bodyguards, or the like. We don't have the element of surprise, I'm far from stealthy, we probably don't have the numbers, some of us are not exactly made of iron, and Coco and Mar are wounded. The smart course of action would be to return home, and yet...\" He sighed, looking up to the sky as he continued. \"I can't stomach the thought of those marauders free to wreak havoc any longer than they already have... If we must fight, we need to prepare accordingly. Learn to work as a team.\" He said, looking to the others.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Coco Bean sighed, at least mentally, as Althalus set up a fire. She walked over, slowly but steadily, and sat down with her legs crossed and back straight. For minutes, she listened. To what her companions said to each other, to the strange but interesting sounds of chewing and swallowing. Then she broke free of her thoughts, and focused on the conversation at hand. Althalus had begun talking about the Mages in the woods again. \n\nShe tried to speak first, but her mind wandered, so she waited. After Grey put in his own thoughts, deeming it important to imply Coco herself wasn't in condition to fight for her home, she put both hands on her knees and twitched her leaves.\n\n\"This forest is my home. My brothers and sisters--They're in there. Who knows what those sick fleshlings are doing to them right now?\" Coco asked, then stretched her legs and brought one knee up, upon which she rested her chin. \"I've got to make sure they're doing okay. The Tree, the Cave, the other Foreas, all of them. So, I'm staying. I can't return to the College until I make sure they're safe.\" \n\nCoco then turned her head towards Grey, \"I'm not wounded. It's just a bruise. I'm a tough tree.\" She mentioned as her leaves quivered and her chocolate scent strengthened for a moment, artefact blinking a pink light in rapid succession. That means she laughed.", "username": "Frettzo", "char_name": "Coco Bean" } ]

[ { "text": "Mar\n\nMar was feeling nothing but pain, heat and worse. Each time the stench from her roasted skin reached her, the scent screaming wrong as she could feel the surface blistered and bubble from her attacker's underhanded attack. The layers on the skin's surface were completely blackened by the first contact. Little holes, were skin blistered and popped, were left scattered over her back. The weaken layers underneath were left exposed to the bacteria filled air, leaving a stinging that numbed from infection. All she could feel was the heat. How rolled and settled into her skin and muscles, leaving her helpless. Her eyes were glazed over from tittering between passing out or getting her scaly ass back up. In the background, Grey's and the bitch who ate Althalus' arm sounded far off and dim. \n\nSounds caught her attention as she weakly twisted her head about. Her eyesight was blurry allowing to only see a grey, red smear hopping towards her direction. Slowly, she flipped her head about to spot her scythe several feet away out of her reach, exactly where she dropped after being singed, making her inwardly curse her stupidity. Her arm feebly reached for the weapon and her fingers, followed meekly by her body, inched toward it. \n\nHer felt, more than heard, the beast come to a halt before her fallen form. With surprisingly gentle pressure, a single hoof landed upon her lower back. Mar hissed softly and tried to twist loose but found herself held fast. Something wet, cold and slimy oozed over her back. It hit the flesh, connecting with a cold sensation that spread through her nerves, numbing the pain receptors, caused her to immediately relax. Her muscles seemed to lose all function and crumbled into a heap while the slime continued to absorb the burns. The heat was the first to go. Yet there was still much work to do as the beast, a demon her tongue uttered in her mind on flickering it out, the bitter sulfuric taste mingled with the air, when the creatue applied another layer. This time it was healing some of the missing patches, recreating flesh and chasing out the infectino that had started to take root. At this point, mar could lift her head enough to spot Grey's and the strange mage's fight. Sadly, until the beast was done, she couldn't join the fight quite yet. \n\nRoc mission\n\nEural uttered another curse under his breath, his body hunched over and reins whipping the horse along. He felt like his arms were about to fall off at any time now. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted the girl jerking up the vampire, tugging her into the wagon, as she let go to reload the balista. It didn't work so well. The Roc, stretching her neck out, then sent her head slamming into the wagon side causing the bolt to fall from its rest. Eural bit his lip at the rotten luck plaguing them now and focused on not toppling from the wagon, his hand jerked out to balance himself again, while driving on the animals. \n\nAgain the Roc made a loud, ear spliting screech that rattled his brain. He flipped his head around to see Annabeth's war axe tumble to the ground as the Roc lounged again, her deep eyes locked on their wagon. He could see the stress in the handcrafted vines and knew they wouldn't last long, some already started to come apart at the fibers with each tug of the Roc's wings. \n\nThe drive didn't know what to do save to keep Samson and the mare from smacking into any trees. Inside he was feverishly hoping the mages knew what they were doing else him, Mr. Macbony, the two girls and likely the other crew were all goners. \n\n\"Let there be LIGHT!\" Ananbeth shouted.\n\nHer voice echoed, followed by a sudden flash of light and directions for him. \"Eural, see if we can lead the Roc into the forest. We have to cut down it's mobility!\"\n\n\"Right!\" He cried back and wrench the reins into the upcoming tree gap, driving the frighten horses into the groove. The wagon rumbled in protest while the wheel on the left side made a subtle wobble, hinting to a broken bolt and unstable fastening. He spied the Roc's head thrash back and side to side, as if something had been tossed into her eyes, loud squawking filled her panicked cries. Her feet hobbled back as it picked and clawed the ground, kicking up dirt in her attempt to gain her sight. \n\n\"Hey,\" Eural shouted at his passengers, noting the Roc's likiness to lose them if they didn't gain her attention again, \"Someone better get that Roc's attention and fast!\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Alaira Taenn\nAlaira had graciously accepted the offer, not wanting anything to do with the cave as she simply nodded and scampered off... A few bandits had actually been alive it seemed. She took care of that. She spent her time away keeping watch, and looting corpses. She didn't really find anything of note, a flask of spoiled ale, an incomplete deck of cards and... jackpot, twelve coppers! That was halfway to a free pint of mead! She pocketed the coppers, there was no way in hell Ssarak might object to that... She'd feared he might try to take her new axe though.\n\nHer thoughts were interrupted by... Screaming and violence. Great. She looked back, somewhat bored as she noticed the near half-dozen wretches... Well, it was probably time to head back anyway. Lucky her, they weren't in that... place anymore. She ran towards the battle, looking up with some confusion as Ssarak took flight... what was going on? the fight was here... right? Understanding apparently dawned on her as she heard him speak... Ah, someone was running off? couldn't have that! \"I got him!\" She cried, dashing off in the direction he was facing, assisted by Aeromancy... She wasn't seeing anything, but they were fucking psychomancers, and her hearing was good enough she'd definitely hear his footfalls... Or hers... Whatever. \"Come out and I'll make it quick! If you make me hunt you I'm taking my sweet time...\"", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]

[ { "text": "It seemed that Ssarak's plan had not worked exactly as intended. Alaira had seemingly ignored his initial warning about the incoming attack, as she had not joined them in fighting the feral vampires. As such, she was now searching for the same foe Ssarak was trying to find. Fortunately, Darius seemed to have fared well against the ferals, which was not too surprising, considering that they were essentially behaving as mindless beasts. However, while the one Ssarak was searching for did not reveal himself so easily, he did have a clear line of sight from above on the feral that had set its sights on Alaira. He could have swept down down to eliminate it, but Alaira could deal with it just as well; she only needed a warning. \n\n\"Alaira, there is one behind you!\" Ssarak shouted down to her before immediately shifting his focus back to his search. Visually, he could not locate his target, so he reached out with his mind instead. With a wide-area telepathy spell, he could feel the wards of his foe, and he could feel that they were wavering. Evidently, his use of his magic was taking a toll. Seeing an opportunity, Ssarak pressured the wards with stronger, more focused telepathy to finally break through. From there, it was a much simpler matter to get a sense of his direction by reading his thoughts. Ssarak could not exactly pinpoint him with his magic alone, but he did not need to. Once he had a direction, Ssarak banked towards it, then scanned the ground until he finally spotted his quary, or rather, the disturbances he was making in the grass. Now, since the invisibility was not completely perfect, Ssarak could see the distortions, giving him a definite spot to target. \n\nSsarak swept down low, gaining as much speed as he could without risking hurting himself upon landing. His target was starting to head into the forest, but Ssarak was able to catch up before the trees grew too dense to force a landing. Ssarak hit his target like a boulder, smashing him into the ground hard enough to give him a concussion at the very minimum, without needing to use his weapon. His invisibility wore off immediately, which allowed him to finally be seen clearly. He seemed to be entirely incapacitated, but even so, Ssarak was taking no chances. He kicked him over onto his back, then quickly patted him down for anything he might be carrying, like weapons, bags, pouches, and so on. Anything he found, he moved a safe distance to the side, then positioned himself between the man and his belongings. Ssarak hovered his weapon inches above the man's head with the spike on the end pointing towards his skull. He looked the man over carefully to see if he was even still alive, ready to jam the weapon into his skull at a moment's notice.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Magehunters\n\nAlthalus' look of relief as Mar sat up was pathetic and he knew it. He didn't care either, just happy Mar was relatively okay. He winced as she began to prod at the stump, resisiting the urge to scratch at it as it became less pain and more itch as she began to speed up the process of his stump healing. He merely grinned at her as she began to berate him, as if what the crazy elf bitch had done to him was his fault. It was good to see that she wasn't overly affected by the whole ordeal. Other than being angry at him, obviously. He resolutely ignored the guardsman. There would be plenty of time later to discuss how stupid he was and to give Grey a chance to explain why he shouldn't just be killed for the injuries he caused Mar. As Leith stumbled over he managed to give him a sympathetic look. Mar summed up both of their opinions nicely, but Althalus felt the need to add on. \"You'll be fine. Though try to cling to that shock at all this death. It'll help you in the long run.\" \n\nAlthalus' eyes shifted to Mar's disdain filled face, he chuckled at her. She glared at him, clearly still irritated. \"I'm sorry,\" he said innocently, \"You're just so cute when you're irritated.\" Mar's eyes narrowed dangerously and her mouth opened again, likely to deliver another scathing comment. Althalus silenced her with a kiss, breaking it after a few moments and pressing his head gently against hers. \"Don't worry about my hand and what Lyn will think. We're both alive. That's all that matters.\" He spoke quietly, smiling. \n\nThen of course, everything went to hell.\n\nThree of the blood droplets left behind raced towards Grey, Mar, and Leith respectively. One stayed behind. In a few moments, they were all positioned. Another moment later, and something was growing out of the blood drops. Right behind Althalus an exact copy of Mar came into being in seconds, her tail wrapping around his waist and throwing him backwards. \"There. Now we won't be interrupted.\" The new Mar purred, sensually rubbing a hand over her chest.\n\nThe same thing happened behind Leith, the new Leith's demon hand yanked him backwards and his copy turned to face him. \"You're too weak. You'll never seize, and keep, the power we want. I'll make sure we do.\"\n\nAn exact copy of Grey appeared in front of him, indecisively glancing between Grey and his companions. \"Kill you or help them, kill you or help them. Leave me and I might help kill one of your friends. Fight me and one of your friends might die.\"\n\nAlthalus faced his own copy, groaning. \"Can't we get a break for one damn minute!?\" His copy sneered at him. \"No. I'll keep Lyn safe from now on. You're too much the cripple and the weakling to do so.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "Mar\n\nMar had been about to chew Althalus out for his lacking concern, her hands released his stump and twitched to smack him upside the head. His comment was uncalled for in her mind and pulled emotions that were best left alone. She never got the chance because the moment her mouth opened to snap at him, his lips was settled upon hers, sucking her deeply into a kiss. \n\nThe flesh in her lips tingled, the surface stinging from the pressure and faded into heat. It spread and flooded her body, making her surface glow. Inside she wanted it to last but her naga pride slithered to the surface. It bore it's fang and hissed causing her cool back reflexively, despite her desire to experience the public affection. \n\nShe felt a ashy feeling creep into her core when the kiss finally ended as the three blood droplets started to move. They slithered across the ground at neck break speed, one unawarely arriving behind Althalus, Mar's widening eyes was the only warning before he was ripped away. \n\nMar's teeth showed and flared at the copycat, her nose crinkled in disdain. Her tongue flickered out to catch the scent of copper and musk mingling unnaturally. Narrowing her eyes, she hissed at the pitiful imitation. Her tail lashed out at the woman's torso as her fangs lengthened, eyes narrowed on her prey.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nAfter a few moments, it became clear that the vampire would not be getting back up. From all that Ssarak could tell, the impact had killed him, so he finally pulled his weapon away and performed a more thorough search of the body and his belongings. The journal seemed to be the item with the most potential usefulness, though a quick glance through revealed that not all of it was was written in a form he could easily understand. There would be time later to look through it in greater detail, so he packed it away and continued with his search. The sword, while it did not seem to be magical, did have runes inscribed upon it. The runes could have meaning, and if nothing else, the blade itself would be valuable, so he tied it and its scabbard to his own belt at his waist. As well, he took the coin purse and the ingredients for similar reasons. His search of the body itself produced little of note except for a tattoo on his chest. If it was a symbol, Ssarak did not recognize it, but he made a mental note of it regardless. \n\nSsarak headed back to the bandit camp to meet back up with Alaira and Darius. Despite their successes so far, they were still not finished. They had to move the carriage through safely, and there was still the matter of the reinforcements they had learned about while listening to the bandits. However, they had no way of knowing how long it would take for those bandits to return, and they did not have unlimited time. Ssarak reasoned that it might be best to move the carriage through sooner rather than later as, at the very least, most of the enemy force had been depleted, and they might be able to frighten away any reinforcements with proper intimidation. \n\n\"I believe now may be the time to move the caravan through. There is still that group away from camp we overheard the bandits talking about, but we have no way of knowing how long they will take to return. I can fly back to the others quickly, update them on our progress, and see if the caravan master wishes to go ahead and move through. In the meantime, it might benefit us for you two to search the camp more thoroughly, particularly the underground portion. There may be information to be found in the cave or, at the very least, items of value. The caravan master may be more willing to forgive the problems we have faced if we can help to make him more coin. Any kind of trade goods or other valuables you can find would be helpful.\" Ssarak suggested. Alaira certainly would not want to search the caves, but she could always stay on the surface while Darius searched underground.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Alaira was nowhere to be found... She had been scouting the perimeter, picking through the corpses for yet more valuables... Not things like money, or weapons... No, she had sought something far more grisly:\n\nTrophies.\n\nYes, there was nothing quite like a memento to remind oneself of triumph, so she picked through the corpses to find something worth taking back. The axe would normally count, but she might have to sell it or use it, so it was out of the question. She would also normally take a bodypart from the most impressive thing she'd killed, but any target of hers that had any real value had been disintegrated. She picked through for at least ten minutes, before happening upon the location where she'd killed that ghoul. It was ash, obviously, but there was something odd about the pile... She brushed some of it away, finding, to her wonder, that a skeletal hand hadn't burned up in the sunlight... That was a pretty interesting trinket she thought, so she shrugged off her pack, and pulled out a jar she used for her 'collections', gently placing the hand into it as she donned her pack and headed back for the camp.\n\nShe had returned, halfway through Ssarak's little speech... \"Trust me, there ain't nothin' of any use to us out here on the surface...\" She said simply, spitting off to the side... She didn't say anything else about Ssarak's plan, she had no gripes.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Magehunters\n\nThe Guide glanced down at Mar, frowning, before looking at Grey. \"Carry her to the carriage. Make her as comfortable as possible. We need to get back to the college, and don't have the time to wait for the venom to wear off. Althalus, follow him. We don't want her panicking and accidentally hurting whoever happens to be nearby.\" Dismissing both men, the guide turned towards Leith, giving an impressed whistle. \"What have you done to your face. Don't answer that, I don't want to know.\" He made another bandage and put poultice on it, handing it to the injured Hydromancer. \"Keep this pressed against your face and maybe you won't get a terrible infection and lose half your face. Also, go to the carriage with the guardsman.\" The guide stood up looking about for the missing member of the original group. \"Where in he name of the inferno is that chatty plant...\" He muttered. Answering his question, Coco stumbled out of the woods, and then promptly collapsed. \n\n\"Well. That answers that question.\" The guide picked up the unconscious Foreas, and dragged her back to carriage along with the rest of the group. As the remaining mages settled in the carriage and the guide sent the horses on the path to the College, a creature followed at a discreet distance, leaving the ruined village and the burning forest behind them.\n\nThings moved quickly when they finally reached the College. Mar, Leith, Coco and Althalus (despite his protests that his hand was fine) were immediately taken to the infirmary. Grey was sent to give a report on all that had happened to the Herbamancy teacher. Leith was released after a brief moment with a Vitamancer, his wounds repaired. However, scars would forever remain. Althalus was similarly given permission to leave, but declined as Lidda was still working on flushing Mar's system clear of the lingering venom. Coco was healed as best she was able then put up in a bed to awaken.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak nodded to Alaira. She had been searching around the surface of the camp, so he supposed he could trust her assessment. \"Very well. Perhaps you can...find a way to aid Darius in searching the underground portion. He could use a light source; perhaps you could ignite something with your magic, as long as it does not create too large of a flame. I cannot sense any more thoughts or wards other than ourselves, so the caves should be safe.\"\n\nHe found a reasonably open space before turning his head back to Alaira and Darius. \"I shall fly back to the others. Try to have what you intend to salvage ready as soon as possible. We may need to move quickly.\"\n\nWith a running start, Ssarak leaped up, powering himself into the air until he could catch the wind above the trees. He glided wherever he could to conserve energy, but speed was his primary goal. He had paid enough attention to landmarks around the carriage that it would not be difficult to locate it once he was upon it. As expected, the direct flight to the carriage did not take long, though the return trip to the camp, with the carriage, would take considerably longer. \n\nAs he landed in the closest clear area to the carriage, Ssarak spotted the evidence of the battle that had taken place in the form of the bodies scattered around. At first, fear took hold of him, causing him to rush to the carriage, but his mind calmed as soon as he saw Meirin, Lyn, and the caravan master all apparently free from harm. It seemed their plan of hiding the carriage had failed, but at the very least, he now had an idea of why the bandit reinforcements had not arrived back at camp. \n\nSsarak looked at Meirin as he approached, his helmet hiding his smile. \"Well, it seems you were correct in your worries; I am glad you convinced me of them. Are you and everyone else unharmed?\" He asked, though looking at the caravan master, he guessed that he might be impatient for an update. \"Our attack on the bandits' main camp was a success. We eliminated their leadership, and the rest scattered. No casualties on our side. We should be able to bring the carriage through now. There may also be some items of value we could load onto the carriage when we pass through, if we have time.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Grey Onyx\nGrey stood there, simply staring to each of the other two... Ugh. It was obvious that he had just made that up... Not that she didn't appreciate written reports. Easier to review, assuming the damn things were accurate. However, it was the only convenient excuse he had at the time. These two were up to something, he knew it, and he wouldn't just let them pass... The funny thing is, he likely would have let them through if they had been totally open, or at least told him more. In his mind, whatever they were keeping from him could be anything, since it had been awfully hard to go with rational assumptions lately, and he had made quite a few mistakes... Not that this wasn't one. \n\nHe shook his head. \"You're hiding something! Why the hell would you lie to me? And then you just try to shove past me anyway, it's ridiculous!\" He shouted, shifting his position slightly to cover an opening he had just spotted. \"And no, I'm not. If this woman was really as bad as you say, I would have heard some kind of damn struggle. Since I can't be sure what the hell it is I'm not being told, I'm assuming it isn't good. Now-\" He was interrupted as, to his surprise, Lucilia opened the door. He seemed nervous when he turned to face her... He knew that expression, and it wasn't a happy one. \"L-luci-\" He started, but she interrupted him. \"I-I was just-\" he started, trying to explain, warn her, anything. However, that stare of hers couldn't be ignored. He relaxed, shield-arm dropping to his side. \"Yes Ma'am. I understand Ma'am.\" He said with a sigh, nodding slowly. \n\nHe left without a word, attempting to deal with his emotions internally while he tried to calm himself... It seemed that any plan to relax had been basically invalidated, given that now that he's thought about it Meirin and Lucilia were the only two people he knew he was on good terms with and he'd just made himself look like some sort of crazy person in front of them... Well, there were Khan's two demons he let roam around, but he hadn't seen them... Who knows where they could be? He doubt that they'd be roaming around, given the dinner fiasco a while back... Which was a shame, since they were basically all he had left to talk to. He hadn't seen Coco anywhere, he didn't feel like he'd have anything to say to Leith... Not that he was on bad terms with him, he just didn't feel like they'd have anything to talk about. \n\nAthalus and Mar were also out of the question, and he didn't know how the elf would react if she found out his injury was caused by his own stupid mistake. once again, he was hit with crippling indecision... Just what was he supposed to do now? He groaned, sitting in a bench after wandering off a ways... He tugged at the belts keeping his shield in place, tossing it beside him as he looked up... Huh, that window was familiar. He took a look down both ends of the hall. Huh. This was where he chased Zaad that one time.\n\nAlaira Taenn\nAlaira was silent as she watched the apparently confused guard leave. Ssarak just seemed to have that effect on people it seemed. He just seemed to have this special talent to inspire people all around him to make complete asses of themselves. She just stayed quiet while watching the two... He also seemed to have a habit of getting what he wanted, no matter what. Maybe one of these days she could take him down a peg? And his high-and-mighty bitch too. Regardless, all of that bullshit was for later. For now, she just had to keep an eye on Lyn, and to be honest that was all she really cared about doing at the moment. \n\nShe was somewhat relieved when Lucilia asked her to leave... Less so when Ssarak did. She stepped close, giving him a light shove. Not really enough to move him at all, just as a sign of general disrespect. \"Do not talk to me...\" She growled, scooping up Lyn as she walked out the door... Now what? She wasn't going to head to her parents quite yet... She wanted to wait as long as possible and hope that whatever was going on with them would have cleared up, at least slightly. \"What do you wanna do?\" She asked Lyn, holding her out a bit so she could look her in the eyes. \"We can go visit the gardens if you want?\" She asked... She knew she quite liked the gardens, even if she herself never understood the appeal of flowers. She always thought plants were kinda boring, but whatever. That's how she thought about most things you couldn't hit people with.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Rathel\nKhan was furious as expected. \n\nRathel knew it whenever he tapped into the connection they both shared. He also acknowledge exactly where his demonomancer, currently talking with Ovak and it seemed to make his fury at his demon fade. Something that made the demon become relieved that the archmage could temper such anger, deciding it was best to avoid the pair for the present time. Just because he was marked and enslaved to another mage, didn't mean he had to check on Khan when he didn't need it. It was one of the few negative things about being a demon as he had no free will after he willingly bound himself to Khan. His mind flickered back to when the Eysire was so young and foolish during the time, enough to risk dying just gain his power to help his brother. A misguided notion that caused him to feel pity for the road Khan was traveling down. The guilt was the biggest factor driving Rathel to create a loyalty and hope to prevent his mage from swirling down the very same path. \n\nIt was a full time job and well done until recent events when Rathel allowed his own passions and pride wash over his responsibilities. A terrible and regretful thing that was bound to happen some day. He only wished it was sooner rather than now, mind filled with Kudd's little, dark gift and fratting slightly over the repercussions of it. Most the students and teacher body was left in the dark about the matter but was that really best? Rathel's heart felt it wasn't his place to decide that.\n\nHis feet sensed movement as Grey's body shifted upon the bench, his weight unsettling the normal stillness and giving the demon a vague notion of size. A large human, likely the most recent guardsman, Grey Onyx. He tapped into the feelers on his face to scent the hormones lingering in the air. The man's current mood was easy to determine, depression, as the diagnosis surface to Rathel's mind. Well, that won't do. he thought and shifted closer to the gaurd. \n\n\"Reminiscing over your run with Zaad? I thought Lucilia would've fixed that window by now, don't you?\" Rathel spoke, gently, to stir casual chatter. Getting to the problem's root always needed a gentle and firm touch, though never a hurried one. \n\nLyn\n\nLyn held onto Ssarak tightly, her little arms wrapped in much needed comfort and drawing what warmth she could from him. His hug helped melt away the anxiety, pain and worry for a brief moment. It made her realize that above everything she could ask for, she just wanted things to be alright. That was most important to her because nothing seemed to be. Right now, tension and hurt feelings threatened to drown her and there was nothing she could do to fix it. The realization was painful to her most of all. That she had caused this misery, something she regretted the moment she asked Lucilia to put her into that cart. \n\nShe left go when Ssarak stood upright again, his words requested Alaira to take her back to her parents. It was met with aggression toward the Esyire as Alaira stepped forward and shoved him light, making Lyn's eyes widen in surprise and shock. Did she do something to make her Aunt angry at Ssarak? Was it because she hugged him? Unsure what had caused the hatred toward the male, she watched Alaira growl causing Lyn's arms wrap about herself to keep from touching anyone. Without much warning or time to grab her basket, she felt herself scooped and held in Alaira's arms on the way through the door. \n\nLyn looked back at the gift basket left behind until it vanished, their exit made quickly. Her mind reached with sorrow and confusion in her head, speaking a single phase that she hoped out make everything better towards Ssarak. I'm sorry for getting you in trouble with Alaira… \n\nIn moments they were gone, walking outside the hallway a distance before she was held out enough to look Alaira in the face. When her aunt asked her where she wanted to go, she didn't think it was wise to tell she wanted to get her basket and instead looked at her with worry. It was clear she was worried, blaming herself for what happened back in Lucilia's office, then gestured yes. The idea of making shapes in the clouds might put her aunt into a better mood and apologize for what she did wrong.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak did not have any more to add about the mission itself, but he did want to make sure Lucilia understood how much of a danger Alaria could be. She certainly had the potential to be a productive and helpful ally, but only if she could learn temperance in her actions. Ssarak nodded his head, but before they took their leave, he gave one final comment. \n\n\"Very well, and thank you, but you should be cautious with Alaira. She is an excellent fighter, but she is not an excellent warrior. Her skills will serve her well in one-on-one duels, or perhaps against a small group, depending on the skill of the enemy, but for anything more, she will be a liability. Her judgment could break allied formations, or otherwise give the enemy opportunities to exploit. If she were a warrior of my clan, she would not be allowed on the battlefield. Her skill in the mechanics of fighting is great, true, but if she is ever in a position that places the lives of others in her hands, she may very well get them killed. She needs more training, but, well, you saw her reaction towards me. It will have to be another who persuades her.\" Ssarak warned. \n\nAs Ssarak was about to leave the office, he noticed Lyn's basket still on the floor. Evidently, Alaira had taken her away before she could grab it. He notified Lucilia that he would take it to her, then left with Meirin. Once out in the hall, and sufficiently far from the office, Ssarak stopped to talk with Meirin. He let out a sign, his overall expression showing at least some measure of relief. After the stress they had been through over the past few days, it was calming to know that he had more responsibilities ahead of him for time being. At least, nothing aside from the daily routine. \n\n\"I suppose that went as well as it could have. Satori will bring forward word of Lucilia's transgressions in regards to Lyn, and hopefully, Lucilia will still heed our warning on Alaira. Since we did not say anything about Lyn, she will not have any particular reason to be angry with us. For now, I am simply glad to be free of these burdens. With all of that out of the way...I am looking forward to being able to spend time with you, without all of the stress and danger looming over us. Right now, I would like to bring this basket to Lyn, and perhaps do a favor for her as well. I was speaking to Lyn before, as you likely gathered. She is very developed for her age, her mind even moreso than her body. She has been worried about the depression plaguing her mother recently, and wants to talk to her. It is something she has never been able to do before, and I would like to help her. You do not have to come if you do not wish to, of course, but I would be happy to have you along. Even if you cannot read Lyn's mind, I am sure you could help. You do have a way of touching others' hearts. Though, hopefully not in the same way as mine.\" Ssarak said, giving a chuckle and a warm smile.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "E'nasha Williams\n\nE'nasha was pretty quiet as she went with the group back to the college, not really knowing what she could say anyway. When they got back, E'nasha wanted to go looking for El'kan right away, but decided it would probably be better to find whoever's in charge and tell them why she and El'kan were even there.\n\nShe was a little surprised when the dwarf offered a reward to her along with the rest of the group. Sure she had helped them, but not that much right? She took a yellow ring, because it seemed the simplest of the choices, but also the most useful to her. She wondered if it would work on finding people as well as items, and decided to test it later with El'kan. \n\nShe laughed a little at the scene between the two elves, and was about to ask one of the remaining group members for help, when one of them beat her to it. She introduced herself as Annabeth before running off, and the next girl that spoke to her was called Colette. \"I'm E'nasha, nice to meet you too. I suppose going to Lucilia first would be best, if she's busy I'll take you up on that tour though.\"", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" }, { "text": "Aramir\n\nAramir walked through the halls of the College, relieved to be back inside its walls and relatively safe from fears both imagined and real. There certainly wouldn't be any giant birds hunting her down any time soon, the College was practically constantly filled with noise, and shadows were always beat back by the torches. Not to mention, she had a new ring that would keep at bay any darkness long enough for her to find a more permanent solution. It wasn't hard for her to figure out where Auriel was going. There was only one place sure to be empty and have a lockable door, after all, and that was their room. The Snow Elf easily weaved through the groups of students, guards, and golems. Dodging the wayward staff or shin or sword sheathe was a second nature to her by now and she didn't pay the least bit attention to the various times she was nearly knocked over by those much bigger than her. \n\nFinally reaching the door to their room, Aramir tested the handle and was relieved to find that the door was still unlocked. She opened the door and shut it behind her quietly. Her eyes found Auriel, sulking, and she couldn't help smiling and shaking her head. It was slightly endearing to see Auriel go from shrieking rage to quiet sulk, much like a wildfire dying out. \"Auriel.\" She called softly as she walked closer. \"I have some good news and bad news.\" When she was finally within the Forest Elf's sight she pulled out the candy and shook it gently, the ring she had accidentally gotten while down Auriel's shirt glinting in the light(not that Aramir seemed to be aware of it). \"This candy can make you appear normal until the rune of anti-thievery runs out and you naturally return to normal. An illusion candy I believe Rurik called it. That's the good news.\"\n\nAramir smirked, a teasing tone entering her voice. \"The bad news is I'm not entirely sure you'll learn your lesson if I just give it to you and allow you to take the short route to becoming normal. So you'll have to convince me it's a good idea to give it to you.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)" } ]

[ { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth went to Underhaven shortly after Colette took the new girl E'nasha to Lucilia. It had been a long day and she wanted to get a drink, something to eat, and fall to sleep. She's been working at Underhaven more-or-less since she arrived to the college and found many amenities. For one, there was an employee lounge that was spacious and comfortable enough to allow workers to rest the night after a long day's work. Annabeth has made use of it many times. But there was also knowledge to be gathered here. The people who come here, ancient vampires and lucid demons, knew things that most mortals would never had thought of. A few of them even gave her pointers about her Psychomancy. A lot had quests and jobs to offer for great riches. Annabeth never took any of them, but she knew if she did she could have riches and powers beyond her wildest imagination. Though Annabeth wasn't always the sharpest tool in the shed, so that comparison was bunk. Still there were many opportunities here. Annabeth just needed to find the determination to catch it.\n\nWhen Annabeth arrived there was some activity at Underhaven. Mostly just the usual patrons getting their fill for the day, talking about work and recent events. The bouncer greeted Annabeth casually as she strolled in and headed to the bar. \"A Herb Ale please.\" The Barkeep nodded his head and served Annabeth a hearty mug of herb ale, made from local herbs around the college. A somewhat cheap drink noted for it's kick of taste and strength. Good if you want to have a buzz but don't want to let it impede your work. Last just long enough to get you through whatever it is you're doing. Annabeth had more then her fair share working at Underhaven, dealing with unruly and touchy customers. Initially she drank it to release her inhibition and put those customers into place, but now she's grown to like the taste. That and it was one of the only drinks she could get for free here; everything else came out from her usual pay. Herb Ale was cheap.\n\nAfter drinking at least two mugs of the stuff a newcomer arrived. Annabeth didn't pay attention until he reached the bar. He ordered raw meat and guessed that he was a vampire or something. Maybe a new member that Lucilia or one of the other vampires picked up. He tore into his food without using utensils, shredding it with his claws. \"He's either hungry or rude.\" Annabeth thought as she drank her ale. She was about to head out when she heard the newcomer fall onto his plate. The guy was a mess, and in more ways then one. There was blood everywhere, though little did Annabeth know it came from more then just his food. Sighing, Annabeth stood up and called out to the barkeep. \"I'll be taking him to one of the private rooms. My key please?\"\n\nNormally Underhaven didn't do nap nights tonight. But Annabeth wouldn't feel right leaving the newcomer to fall asleep in the middle of the tavern like he did. The least she could do is lay him out on one of the couches, put a blanket over him, and wait for him to wake up. But he was awfully bloody... And this didn't go unnoticed. Little did Annabeth knew but the person she just helped out was a Rheven-ari, and no vampire in Underhaven had ever tasted their blood before. And to smell it wafting through the air; tempting. Most know to control themselves however and stayed put. A few... Didn't. After Annabeth laid the man to rest, she heard the door close and saw a single vampire woman standing there. \n\n\"This is a private room I'm afraid.\"\n\n\"Oh! My apology. It's just that he's a friend of mines you see. I've recently picked him up from Eania, and he's still quite tired from the trip! If you don't mind, I'll just take him back to our room.\"\n\nThe vampire spoke confidently and trained her bluff, but Annabeth could sense her motive easily. It helped that, using a bit of telepathy, Annabeth was able to pick up the vampire's blood lust. She just wanted to feed from the body. She silently cursed herself; all she had was her dagger. Colette still had Annabeth's sword and she left her axe somewhere in the fields where the roc was at. She needed to stall for time. \n\n\"Oh? What were you doing at Eania?\"", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "Baulder\n\nBaulder awoke with a start which threw him into a sitting position. He immediately started coughing deeply. For the few seconds between every cough he managed to force out deep growls. His deep coughs quickly turned into bloody ones and it forced him to bring his hands up to his mouth as blood flew out of his mouth and nose. Barely able to breath he continued coughing and attempted to open his eyes. Before he was able to put the garbled mess his eyes were feeding him together he realized he was sitting on something soft. He wasn't at the chair was he? Was the chair soft? The questions answered themselves pretty quickly, he wasn't at the bar anymore. He was in a room of some kind and there were two women in the room with him. Baulder managed to stop choking for a second and look at both of them with blurred vision. Fighting back more coughs a confused look fell over his face before he started coughing again.\n\nHe hunched over his double jointed legs and felt his chest burn more with every cough. He put one of his arms down to his chest where he felt the warm soaked bandages. He gripped his chest with a fist then it finally stopped. Breathing heavily and covered in his own blood he finally fell back against the couch and managed a gravelly laugh. He wondered what his blood smelled like, as it dawned on him that he didn't know. He finally settled down and laid on the couch properly for a moment and still laughing looked back at the other two in the room. In a half laugh Baulder in a deep scratchy voice said \"Who...the fuck are you guys?\" He then started into another laugh which tipped him over into another coughing fit with once again blood exiting his mouth.", "username": "cqbexpt", "char_name": "\"Scarred hand\", \"Midnight\", Baulder" } ]

[ { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nSsarak had chosen a nice place in the gardens. Meirin didn't terribly mind sitting in the grass; her dress was almost the same color, so any stains would be unnoticeable. As she sat down Meirin handed him the cupid roses. \"These are for you. Cupid Roses... They symbolize the growth of a budding romance.\" Immediately Meirin's face turned red. She felt foolish simply explaining what Cupid Roses were for. She just laughed it off and handed it off to Ssarak, gladly accepting a cup of wine. Perhaps a few drinks would allow her to relax.\n\nThere were also food which Ssarak had brought with him. Steamed vegetables, a fruit platter, and some sort of stew with mushrooms. Not a lot of meat, but Meirin was fine with that; meat was a rare commodity back at the monastery and even now Meirin eats a lot of greens out of habit. her stomach growled, reminding her that she hasn't eaten anything yet. Eager to chow down Meirin was about to ask Ssarak for a bowl when she felt something hit her head. It wasn't a physical pain however, but a mental one. One that she knew too well. \"Oh my... I shouldn't have sat down so quickly, I'm a little dizzy...\"\n\nBut in truth it was Meirin's narcolepsy acting up. Before she came to the college it was a constantly plague, but now she has been taking medicine to fight it. But she's been taking a bit more then usual and they still peak out at times. She hasn't actually fallen asleep for a very long time, but that was due taking her medicine regularly. Not wanting her condition to worsen Meirin would need to take another pill. So casually, Meirin took her plate that Ssarak had given her, eating a few bites and taking some sips from her wine. Occasionally she would reach into her purse to grab a napkin to wipe her mouth, but she was also sneaking some pills. \n\nOf course it wouldn't be hard for Ssarak to notice that Meirin was doing this, even if he doesn't read her mind. Meirin wasn't trying to be sneaky, rather she was simply trying not to make a big fuss about it. And wanting to distract him from questioning Meirin spoke. \"By the way Ssarak, I noticed that you spoke to some other Eysire at the feast. Mind if I ask what you spoke to them about?\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Though Meirin seemed embarrassed by it, Ssarak was glad that she had explained why she had given him the roses. Giving another flowers was an unfamiliar tradition to him, seeing as there were no flowers to give in his homeland. It was a custom that he would be sure to keep in mind for the future. He gladly accepted them, and smiled in thanks while she got herself situated. \n\nSsarak of course noticed Meirin's uneasiness as she sat down. Her condition was something that was actually easy to forget about as of late, since her medicine was rather effective at mitigating the symptoms. He was already well-aware of her narcolepsy, so there was no need for him to ask if she was alright. Rather, he just addressed her question. \"They were representatives of the Scorched Lands. Uicle asked me to speak to them, to gather information. What I learned from them does have rather dire implications for my homeland, but...well, there is no reason to worry about it at this very moment. I think we both deserve to be able to just...ignore these stresses, if only for a moment.\"\n\nPausing a moment, Ssarak looked around at the garden surrounding them, closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath. \"This place has such vibrance, does it not? So full of life. Plants are a rarity in the Scorched Lands, and none have the color of these. I remember the first time I saw a forest. The caravan driver nearly abandoned me for how many times I stopped and stared in awe at every tree or plant.\"\n\nAlong with the many flowers and other plants, the garden had its share of bees, butterflies, and other insect life. Most insects tended to be annoying, more than anything, but from what Ssarak gathered, butterflies were a welcomed guest in most outings. Being simple-minded creatures, most insects were not difficult for a psychomancer to manipulate, at least not individually. Spotting one flying nearby, he held out his finger in front of Meirin, then compelled the colorful creature to land on it. \"When a butterfly first landed on me, I actually started flailing my arm trying to get it off of me.\" He added with a chuckle. \"I thought it was going to inject me with some manner of poison. Harmless creatures, even insects, are a rarity in my homeland. I am much more familiar with this place now, but I am sure it will not be long before I do something to completely embarrass myself in front of you. Do not worry, you have my permission to laugh, when it comes.\" Ssarak said with a grin.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Lyn\nLyn was still coughing when she padded out of the kitchens as the earlier fire was finally smothered, all thanks to the combined aid of the four girls' actions. The child had a rough time at first getting the older girls' attentions. After a lot of tugging their clothes, their eyes finally realize what she was pointing at and with all three herbamancers, the plants had smothered the fire finally causing it to die out. It was a good thing there was a homemade garden on the counter else they would never have been able to put it out and the whole college would've been drowning in smoke. Already, the small, black puffs billowed out into the mess hall as she quickened her exiting herself. \n\nHer ears caught the sounds of people muttering and talking, their eyes all fixed on the elderly man who was talking to Uncle Uicle earlier. Their head seemed fixed upon the man while a student, Meirin, lead him back to his sit and shortly took off to the outside of the hallway. It wouldn't be long now before the demonstrations happened and that meant she would have to seek out her dad before they started, or at least someone to stay with and watch them with her. \n\nHer mind drifted to Alaira only to discard it when her mind recalled what happened in the caravan. Despite Alaira's insistence she wasn't mad, the child felt guilt and regret. Her Aunt had been hurt because of her and for that, Lyn couldn't bring herself to seeing the half elf. After her mind was made up, she started to head toward the staff table and away from Alaira. \n\nIt hadn't helped her middle was getting hungry again, her memory soon recalled her had forgotten to eat before her attention was grabbed by the sudden appearance of the fire, she immediately looked for some place to get a bite. Her eyes fell on the appetizer table and her lips curled up into a smile. Without considering the fact her legs were shorter than the adults, Lyn gently pushed her way through the crowds and toward the table where a few individuals were gathered instead of staring at Ovak. On reaching it, Lyn came to it and soon noted her height was still too short. When her head tried to peer over the edge, her hands used the edge to aid her higher but she could barely see the items laid out on the table surface. Naturally it wasn't enough so Lyn pushed up onto her tippytoes to try to get a better look. Her feet wobbled unsteadily before they abruptly gave to one side causing her to trip sideways. \n\nShe closed her eyes, expecting to fall down, and feel the hard floor in her landing. Instead, she smacked into someone else!", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nSmiling at Ssarak's short story, Meirin decided to tell her own, taking Ssarak's suggestion to ignore their previous business for Uicle. \"I actually never has seen a butterfly before I arrived to the college. I have, however, seen many moths back at the monastery. They aren't as vibrant as butterflies are, but the ones back at home seemed to glow in the dark and provided peaceful ambiance at night.\" Meirin looked at the butterfly, careful not to scare it. She raised her own finger to Ssarak's, touching the tip to form a bridge for the bug to cross. Slowly it walked over onto Meirin's hand before flying off abruptly.\n\nSsarak seemed to be a stranger to these lands much like Meirin. But unlike her, Meirin only knew about her home and a bit of the college. Most of Djarkel was still unknown to her, and she only knows certain things thanks to travelers and caravans. She was much more isolated then she lets on. Despite that however, Djarkel was still her home, and she knew enough about it to see past it's dark exterior and see the value underneath. \"Nature back at Djarkel tends to be dark, but there is something amazing hidden within. When I first entered the forest near my home I'll admit I never really found much interest in the tress or bushes. Of the few plants I knew about, each were beautiful in their own way, but also poisonous to life. I had figured that nature wasn't as serene and beautiful as art depicts, simply a different shade of savagery.\"\n\nPicking up one of the cupid roses Meirin noted some thorns on it. This brought a smile to her face as she handed it to Ssarak. \"But therein lies a certain beauty taught only in Djarkel. To never judge based solely on one's appearance. As i grew older and wiser, I went into the forest again and this time I could see how life flourished inside of it. The animals were not just beasts who lived and died, but also worked to improve their lives. Insects made their homes, deer learned where to find new food, wolves learned new ways to hunt, and even foxes started to take notice of my humble home. Even plants began to learn and grow in accordance to new things, such as my presence or travelers. Before I saw only a gloomy trees and boring bushes. But now I can see life in the nature, see how it works and wonder how it came to be.\" Sighing Meirin thought of home. She missed the roaring waterfall just a couple hundred feet from her room. The morning mist that blanketed the mountain. The frigid breeze that made her body brace. Darkel wasn't the kindest place, but it made her value what little she could get.\n\nTurning back towards Ssarak Meirin realized that she started to ramble. Wanting to quickly ignore her mishap she faced Ssarak. \"What about you Ssarak? What's it like in the Scorched Lands?\" Meirin herself only heard about the place through second-hand stories. All she could say she knew was that the Scorched Lands have many great clans that rule over it, and that it's a dry land with a large volcano in it. Like Yarosmere, but replacing the sand with ash. At least that's what Meirin knows.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\n\"I do believe I can relate to that, actually.\" Ssarak responded, looking over the cupid rose which Meirin had given him. In the strictest of terms, Djarkel and the Scorched Lands were quite different from one another, but they held similarities in the ways that outsiders viewed them. Both of them were often considered harsh places to live, where beauty is but a foreign concept. To the former, he could agree, but for his homeland at least, he knew it well enough to know its redeeming qualities. \n\nAfter pausing a moment to eat some of his meal, Ssarak continued. \"I believe your homeland and mine are similar in at least one respect. I think visitors have a hard time seeing it for anything beyond what it appears to be, though it is understandable. Both are harsh, barren; they do not have all the color and vibrance of a place like this garden. I know for my homeland, one has to look far beneath the surface to find its admirable qualities, and for Djarkel, I will admit that even I could not see the beauty you describe when we were there. Although, we were only there for a short time. Perhaps, in the future, I will have the chance to see Djarkel in the same way you have; perhaps you can be the one to show me?\" He commented, smiling at the prospect.\n\n\"Regardless, for your question, I can say that the Scorched Lands are a...complex place. It is a greatly difficult place in which to survive, certainly. Everything of use is scarce. I know it is somewhat different in the city, but in the villages, like where I lived, we are taught from the day of our hatching to make the absolute best use of every resource we have. Wastefulness is quickly punished as a child. Food, water, clothing, supplies, weapons, and even living space are all given to each individual according to what is absolutely necessary to survive. Anything in surplus is saved and stored for use when it is truly needed. The villages move around with the shifting landscape, following the underground sources of water we use to sustain ourselves, as there are no significant bodies of water on the surface. No rivers or lakes, unless you are counting lava, of course. I believe that is why I find myself so obsessed with swimming now.\" He said, interrupting himself with a chuckle. \"In my village, we both traded for and hunted our food. It is impossible to grow plants, or at least useful ones, in the Scorched Lands without the aid of a skilled herbamancer, and even then, it is better to grow them on the more stable land around Felldor. All of that does make it seem like a wasteland, and in a literal sense it is, but, just as in your homeland, I can say that there is a certain grandeur and majesty to the landscape. The jagged mountains and valleys, the shifting plains and sprawling lava fields, it is a land unlike any other in Tiien. The animals can be even more impressive. The predators are exceptionally resilient and deadly, while others can consume plants that would kill even an Esyire if we were to attempt to eat them. Those few kinds of plants and fungus that do grow in my homeland often thrive in hot springs and thermal vents that would melt my scales if I ventured too close. It is a...different kind of beauty, to be sure.\" As he thought more on his homeland, he did wish that Meirin could have the ability to experience the land in which he grew up, but unfortunately, the air itself was lethal to non-Esyire. To travel in the Scorched Lands, they had to rely entirely upon specialized runes to keep them alive, which carried its own collection of risks.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Tyrael Marchosias\n\nTyrael was surprised to hear Lyn's \"Voice\". However when she revealed her present Tyrael was quickly able to piece together the details before he got ahead of himself. The rune looked to be of master work quality: Obviously Val made it. However if he remembered correctly, Tyrael was also certain Leith had handed this object to her, or at least something similar. Tyrael honestly felt conflicted: his first instinct was to suspect treachery on Leith's part, figuring he was trying to get close to Lyn for some evil ulterior motive. But then, remembering Uicle's words, Tyrael attempted to rein in his thoughts. Leith may look the part of a vampire and had a strange willingness to become Fallen, but he has done nothing so far to show he is unworthy of Tyrael's trust. He was, at worse, a fool he had no idea what powers he was dealing with. But he was a kind fool at least. Tyrael supposed he couldn't condemn Leith for that. \"That is amazing Lyn! I am sure you have a lot to say, yes? You always seem to want to speak up whenever I am around.\"\n\nSoon the titanic demon made his way over to one of the game stalls. The owner of the shop was initially intimidated by Tyrael; despite his attempts to lack any form of fame outside of the college, everyone was wise enough to recognize the face of a College Instructor, certainly the one who teaches Demonomancy. However aside from the surprise of seeing Tyrael with Lyn on his shoulders, the owner of the game offered Tyrael and Lyn a chance to play. The goal was fairly simple: Each would get three small rubber balls and they have to get them into cups. However, there were one rule that made the game significantly more difficult: in order to gain the prize, not only does the ball have to fall into a cup, but you cannot knock the cup over when it lands inside. This task was made even more difficult, as Tyrael could see that the cups where made of a cheap, thin wood. While he certainly had the skills to toss a ball inside the cups, he would have to be careful if he didn't want to knock them over. Additionally, the fact that the balls were made of rubber made them particularly bouncy, increasing the likelihood that they would knock the cup over or even bounce out of the cup.\n\n\"What are the prizes?\" The owner of the stall mentioned that there is a consolation prize of caramel candy (For children at least), but there was also additional prizes such as various silk dolls, small baggies filled with treats, and cheap magical items that glow. Frankly, things that Tyrael could probably make himself at a better quality. But for Lyn's sake, he'd play these games. \"Challenge accepted. Here.\" Tyrael opened a portal into the Inferno, reaching in and taking out a locked metal box. Fiddling with it, he opened it and put two silver coins down in front of the stall owner, who then gave both Tyrael and Lyn three rubber balls each.\n\n\"Curses...\" Tyrael, unfortunately, could not succeed. His first try he was too hard, easily knocking over a cup. The second try he attempted to arc the ball, which did land inside, but as he feared it also gave the ball enough momentum to bounce out of the cup and ultimately lead to failure. And his final try he figured he could bounce the ball against the table itself and try to get it to fall into a cup after it lost it's momentum, however while the idea might have worked he also missed. Perhaps out of pity or fear, Tyrael was at least given a single piece of milk caramel. Slightly frustrated Tyrael looked to see how Lyn was doing.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title)" }, { "text": "Xeric Firestone, Frost Windsor, Zelda Abbadon\n\nAs Khan and the Necromancy teacher left, the Esyire Pyromancer teacher stepped forward. She was dressed in simple white robes that allowed her wings to be free and ready to use. Her stern eyes scanned the crowed before she began speaking to the crowd at Large. \"I am Xeric Firestone, the Pyromancy teacher. With me you'll not just be learning to use Pyromancy.\" A firestorm burst into existence, far above the heads of the students. It swirled clockwise, the heat radiating down upon the crowd. It was carefully kept from igniting anything wooden, despite the intense heat and the flames nearly licking the roof. Xeric raised her hand. \"You'll also be learning how to control it.\" The firestorm suddenly dissipated into hundreds of twinkling balls of flame. As the crowd watched, the balls shimmered and changed all colors imaginable above them. Xeric gave a slight bow, before heading back to her seat, leaving the shimmering 'stars' up near the roof. \n\nFrost Windsor, the Cyromancy teacher, stood up. She wore trousers and simple vest, giving the crowd a bright smile as she made a block of ice to stand on. \"I am Frost Windsor, your Cyromancy teacher. Regardless of if you're a Cyromancer or a Hydromancer, you'll be with my brother for your first lessons. No Cyromancer is anything without a little Hydromancy. Allow me to demonstrate...\" Small droplets of liquid rose from everyone's cups, forming into smooth balls. With an audible cracking sound, all of the balls of liquid froze solid. \"Of course, Cyromancy is so much more than just freezing things. It require's a delicacy..a manipulation.\" All the little balls of ice cracked and shifted as they took on smaller shapes. Many things took shame in the ice. Knights, horses, dogs, turtles, and even dragons. Frost smiled brightly again, gave a bow, and then left. As with Xeric, the ice sculptures stayed floating in the air. \n\nZelda Abbaddon rose gracefully from her seat. Her simple brown dress did little to announce her position as a Master Mage in the Twilight College, but when she spoke all could her her as if she was talking quietly next to them. \"I am Zelda Abbaddon, the teacher of Chantment. Chantment differs from other magics in that it doesn't require any mageblood, but can burn your throat and leave you mute forever, and that it focuses on unification.\" Softly, Zelda began to chant. The myriad of fire balls slowly moved down from their position above the ice sculptures. Once they reached the small sculptures they merged with them, filling the sculptures with their glow. The sculptures, with their variously colored glowing insides, gently floated down in front of all the people in the cafeteria. \"They won't melt. Keep them as a gift from the College.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Grey Onyx\nGrey chuckled lightly at her comment, gently laying a hand on her shoulder. \"Ah, don't be so hard on yourself. Herbamancy is a wonderful school.\" He said, smiling. It was truth, he would certainly prefer one of them by his side than whatever the hell had just ruined those suits of armor. He grumbled something about 'a waste of perfectly fine armor', which his employer would no-doubt find amusing.\n\nWhen he felt the tugging at his axe, his hand shot down to still it, like he had been doing the whole night. What caught him off gaurd was the fact that his hand landed upon something much softer than an axe had any right being. He looked down, to find that Lucilia had been trying to get his attention and it wasn't the possessed weapon throwing a tantrum. \"Ah, sorry...\" He said, averting his eye as she asked her question... \"Hrm? Oh, right...\" He said quietly, unhooking the bag from his belt and offering it to her. \"This is the right one, yes?... Shall I deliver it to him?\" He asked, looking over to where the archmage sat.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "Alaira Taenn \nAlaira simply sighed as she watched the displays with no small amount of boredom. There was a fight, but she just couldn't be bothered to get invested. She didn't like combat shapeshifting, especially since she knew that the raw power you'd get from turning into a big-ass lizard or something was not worth what you lost from a mortal body. Not only did you lose obvious things like hands, but a lot of people didn't seem to realize just how enduring even a human's body was; animals could run faster, but a trained human could run for far, far longer, not to mention the mortal body's resistance to toxins, or the sheer longevity of one. On the other end, she felt that taking such pride in being something else wasn't healthy. Not appreciating the body you were given. She was unaware of the teacher's less than beautiful true form, so the irony was lost on her.\n\nShe shook her head, she had to leave. She didn't even have anyone to talk to here. She took a moment to look around... She remembered seeing Lyn with the albino boy, but he didn't seem to have her around... Perhaps she'd been delivered to her mother? She rose and stretched, snatching up her spear and affixing it to her back as she left the dining hall, nodding to one of the guards on the way out. She made her way towards Mar's room, idly gathering a small amount of electricity in one hand before tossing it to the other and back again to amuse herself. She dismissed it when she reached the door, clearing her throat and giving it a hearty knock. \"Oy, Mar! You in there? Open up!\" She called.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]

[ { "text": "Tyrael Marcroias\n\nTyrael brought Lyn over to the puppet show, where they were just ending the story of a knight versus a warrior in green. Tyrael may have heard the tale before, with some Aesop involving honesty or some such. He and Lyn arrived just in time to see the knight engage in a game of decapitation against the green warrior: he was to allow the green warrior to lop off his head, just as knight lopped off the green warriors' head so long ago. However the knight flinched as the axe swung, causing the blade to miss. The green warrior mocked the knight for cowardliness and for his second swing the knight closed his eyes, and the warrior missed again. He mocked the knight for being unable to face his death, and so the knight vowed to watch his own head roll, staying perfectly still. The warrior swung his axe once more, but only nicked the knight instead of cutting off his head. Then the green warrior congratulated the knight for his bravery, revealed his trickery, and the story ended. Tyrael honestly lost interest around the second attempt at decapitation. \n\nAfter the end of the that story the puppeteers were about to begin the second story, first passing around a donation box. The money was going to go to the Hysterical Arts of Craft and Ventriloquism. Those who attended the caravan mission to Hysteria may briefly remember the same organization who preformed a street show, using larger puppets and with more dramatic flair (and fire). Tyrael was in the middle of digging out some gold coins from a portal when he was approached by Meirin and Ssarak. He turned towards the two as he took out a gaudy dagger made of gold and a purple silk handle. He tossed the dagger nonchalantly into the donation box.\n\nAs with all students, Tyrael had very little relation towards the students. He knew Meirin only has a warrior from Djarkel who has recently purchased some of his weapons and has a particular disdain towards demonkind. Despite that, Tyrael \"likes\" her (As in doesn't have any plans to harm her) as her passionate hatred for demons will be useful for the coming war, and he was no stranger to people distrusting him for his demon blood. It's fairly normal at this point. Ssarak was seen in a lesser light by Tyrael, as he sees the Eysire as the other reason Athalus and Mar ended up intoxicated enough to elope. Admittedly Tyrael was harder on Athalus for being the one who actually did the deed, but that didn't mean Ssarak was seen much better. His only saving grace was that by this point Tyrael has nearly forgotten who Ssarak was, aside from the fact he was a student of Satori, and with it the fallen orc has largely forgotten why he had a reason to hate Ssarak. Though he still doesn't like him.\n\n\"Kurenai. Dyreackthanose. Good afternoon to you as well. I have finally found time to enjoy myself today. I hope that the feast has been peaceful for you?\" Tyrael sincerely hoped so, because for once he was not in a mood to kill something right now. He wanted to show Lyn a good time around the college and not have to worry about protecting her, killing someone, or reigning in demons. As he spoke the bag of candy being balanced on his head nearly fell, but Tyrael caught it in his hand before it could spill on the ground. Pretending that he had intended to do that, Tyrael offered some caramel candies for Meirin and Ssarak. \"We should find ourselves a seat. The show is about to begin.\"", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title)" }, { "text": "Lyn\n\nLyn nearly jumped when she felt Meirin's finger brushed her cheek, her mind engrossed into the show for a moment during the end. Immediately her hand whipped up and tried to brush the tickling away, confused at the cause on her expression until she registered the voice causing her look down instinctively. Her arms held tightly to Tyrael's head while she leaned over the edge to smile over Mei. Her golden eyes brightened to see the red haired and green eyed woman underneath her. Her little lips crept into a smile at the sight as she waved from on top of Tyrael's shoulder, her head looked beyond to notice Ssarak had followed the older student as well. \n\nLyn's voice spoke out loud through the rune after Mei bowed and asked her question, followed by Ssarak's greeting toward her Uncle. Letting Tyrael answer, she looked at Mei then proceeded to show it off. \"Look at what Leith gave me. It's a rune where I can talk with my thoughts! Isn't it neat?\" \n\nTo let the woman examine it, Lyn held it out in her hand then tried to pass it to the woman while leaning from her perch. She wasn't frightened because she knew her uncle would catch her if she went too far over, even as he was digging out coin for donations, and so the odds of her hitting the ground was very, very slim. She didn't realize her sweet bag was on the verge of toppling over on the other hand. At least, until it suddenly came crashing to the ground. For Lyn tried to snatch it only to have Tyrael's large hand be faster. It plopped right into his palm as he offered them to the pair, making Lyn smile in relief, and her body returned to sit back upright. Her chin rested on the Fallen Orc's head comfortably settling in.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "Althalus\n\nAlthalus quirked an eyebrow at Alaira's tone. \"Jealous that I've got all her attention? Don't worry, I'm sure Mar can find the time to talk to you. We're done and both relatively presentable. I swear.\" He teased grinning up at the half-elf. His grin slipped away at Alaira's distaste. \"Don't worry. Lyn isn't with us, she's with 'the demon-thing'.\" He paused for a moment, obviously considering if he should really try this again before continuing with a sigh. \n\n\"You have to make your peace with Tyrael at some point Alaira. Lyn likes him and if you want to be around Lyn you're going to have to be around him more. You're both more similar than you'd like to admit. You both want to protect Lyn, Mar, and, strangely enough, me. Both of you, for some damned reason, think you're monsters that don't have a chance of redemption. So, if you're not here to chat with Mar, why don't you go and find Tyrael and Lyn? Have a fun day with the both of them and realize that perhaps Tyrael isn't as bad as you thought and maybe you can learn to trust him. After all, he hasn't threatened you with death. Horrific death, I might add. He may even like you, if you weren't so busty threatening him all the time.\"\n\nAlthalus glanced back into Den before continuing. \"If you don't want to go chat with Tyrael and Lyn you could always chat with Mar. I think she might enjoy the company. Don't tell her I said that though, Naga pride and all that.\" He winked conspiratorially at Alaira.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nTo be polite, Ssarak accepted one of the caramels, while leaving the rest for Lyn. Giving a nod, he took a seat nearby to wait for the show. Although, he actually did not know where or what kind of show it was going to be; he was simply present to see Lyn. Given their surroundings, he guessed that it was a show meant for children. Of course, with Tyrael's well-known propensity towards violence, Ssarak actually did not know what the fallen demon would consider suitable for a young child. \n\nWhen Lyn started to speak, or rather, the rune on her person, it actually took Ssarak a bit by surprise. He knew how well-developed Lyn's mind was, so it was a kind gesture for Leith to give her such a gift as that rune. However, Ssarak found himself curious about how Leith came into possession of such a rune. It had a rather specialized purpose which would not be useful in many other circumstances. He supposed Leith could have simply requested it from a runecrafter like Val, but that would likely require payment, which would have made it an even greater kindness. \n\nSsarak leaned in to get a closer look at the rune. \"Indeed it is. I am guessing that it is nice to not require a psychomancer to relay your thoughts to others? Although, be careful not to become too complacent with it. You will still need to practice speaking normally; that is even better than having a rune, I can assure you.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Colette\n\nColette sighed and finally picked up the chest. She quickly returned to her room to put it back under her bed before she returned to the fesst. She noticed that Lucllia was back also back. She smiled Gael that she loved her candy tonight. She knew already that the effect of tasting the candy gave her finally wore off so she was back to only able to tasting blood. Perhaps when she had more time she could make the effect even more than just a few minutes.\n\nShe looked at Hyllos and told her she could fly around if she wasted to before she went to loom for someone to talk to. At the corner of her eye, she saw Annabeth sitting there. \n\n[i]'Hmm we haven't talked since the mission. I hope she doesn't hate me because I fed off her'[i] that thought made a pang of guilty was go through her p, but she buried it knowing that she should be happy for the festival. She slowly made her way to Annabeth until she stood behind her.\n\n\"Hi Annabeth\" she said nervously playing with her braided hair wondering if she would like her new outfit as well.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "Keri Wolf\n\nKeri walked a few steps back. Her nervous look formed into a glare. She allowed her eyes to dart to the right. This path was mostly clear. Keri's eyes then shifted to the left. Too much meat in my way to escape.\n\n\"I'm not nervous. I'm looking for someone. Her name is Satori.\" She said in almost a hiss.\n\nThis wasn't the first time a stranger approached her and it probably wouldn't be the last. Keri's mind almost replayed the tragic events. Her body formed shivers down her spine. She violently shook her head clear. Stop thinking about it. Find Satori first then back to hunting them down.\n\nKeri took a deep breath. Her throat began to burn. She felt her body trying to go into a crouch but she refused to let the action happen. Suddenly she sensed something off around her. It was somewhat a familiar smell but different causing ripples goosebumps on Keri's arms.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAs Annabeth looked for Khan she heard a familiar voice behind her. Turning and she saw Colette, dressed fine as always. Annabeth wondered how many fancy dresses Colette has. Must be a perk of being Lucilia's friend. Annabeth also noticed her friend had a box with her. A bit small and doesn't really match her dress, Annabeth guessed it was a gift of some sort. Thinking about it, it has been almost a year since the two of them enrolled at the college. Things have been very eventful. Why just a few days ago, Annabeth was fed off this same girl. Instinctively, Annabeth touched her neck. The marks where Colette fed from Annabeth was gone, now replaced by love bites from either Aramir or Myrn. \"I guess in a way, Colette was my first.\" Laughing that dirty thought aside Annabeth approached her vampire friend.\n\n\"Hello Colette! You look amazing, as usual. Though I'm a bit surprised to see you out here! You're normally so... Shy.\" Of course if Colette wanted to change and be more outgoing, that was good. Annabeth would be proud of that. Now that she thought about it, perhaps she should introduce Colette to some of her family. Which only reminded Annabeth what she needed to be doing. \"Oh! Colette, have you seen the headmaster, Khan, around? I need to ask a favor of him!\"", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "Colette\n\n\"Oh no I haven't seen him. I just talked to Lucllia about something\" she said hiding her disappointment. She wanted to spend a little time with her friend but it seemed she was busy. \"I decided to come and enjoy this.\"She said with a small smile. She saw Hyllos nearby as if sensing her inner emotions and she sent a mental message that she was fine making Hyllos relax a little and fly around more.\n\n\"Sorry if I am not a big help Annabeth if you want I could leave you alone since you seem to be looking for someone else\" She said.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" } ]

[ { "text": "Lyn\n\nLyn felt worry grip her heart when the Wood Elf looked down. Her eyes shifted from Lyn's outreached hand to the snow elf, her lips locked in a scowl, then casually looked away. She turned her nose up at them both while she returned to watch for signs the line was diminishing, her foot tapping the whole time. When it had started to move, her eyes widened at the sight of the demons replacing the horse and seemed to think better of it before walking off elsewhere. It was obvious the Wood Elf hadn't want anything to do with the child or the newcomer-or the carousel now- causing Lyn to lower her hand. Her face fell into disappointment though she tried, miserably, to hide it.\n\nShe bit her lip, wondering if she had done something wrong.\n\nAny more thoughts were casted away when Meirin gripped Lyn's small hand. The child looked up and smiled, her fingers reflexively tightened and her feet started to move, following close behind. The crowd seemed to have thinned since her uncle summoned the demons as many others started to shift uncomfortable from the attraction. This gave Lyn a good look at it and fear edged into surface. Not because she didn't trust Tyrael's demons, but rather she spotted children, alone, getting off quickly. The idea of riding by herself wasn't a comforting one in her mind.Her body immediately pushed against the red haired woman, fearful the woman would up leaving her behind and vanish if she released her hold. \n\nWhen they walked up the wooden steps she heard Meirin speak which made her fear dissolve a bit. Her mouth opened to speak softly through she still could only manage sounds. \"Tee-thh-hh…\"\n\nShe gave up after a moment of two of trying. Giving Meirin a sheepish, defeated look, she spoke through the rune. 'Thank you. And I tried to say it, but... ' \n\nA little sigh came from her as she looked at the horse, and climbed up. When finally seated, she held onto the pole sticking out of the beast's back while she waited. The moment it started she would squeal in surprise, her body shifted with the movement, and then start to giggle at the sensation. It would last a bit before the staff began to shout for the riders to get off. Through she enjoyed it, Lyn knew there was still the petting zoo to experience and her curiosity was peaked by Meirin's description.\n\nMar\n\nMar's eyebrow arched in confusion as she spotted the girl standing outside her den, holding a tray. It was filled with sugared fruits, a salad, bread, cheese and not a single trace of meat on it. It was obvious a mistake. The was easily to recognize with the crown upon her head, the jewels glinting and shimmering in the twilight red. She had seen Summer, as she learned her name from Lyn, was among one of her daughter's playmates. \n\n\"With the opening feast being underway, it's expected. Mar said, her eyes fixed in uncertainty one the platter. \n\nSlowly the Naga's hand pushed the door open and she slithered back. Her figure slithered back enough to allow the human in. The den entrance lead to a stairwell that lowered the smoothed out dirt floor, making anyone above six foot have to slouch downward to crawl through and reach to larger main room. There was the normal settings from a desk and chair to their bed, clearly left unmade during their morning romp. Beside the bed was a table, small and very elegantly carved from the college, which Mar pointed to. \n\n\"Put it there,\"Mar stated the. Recalled something Athalus said and added with a slight struggle,\"...please.\" \n\nAfter a few moments, the Naga twisted upon her snake like tail and commented. \"I don't think that's my order. Mainly as there's no raw or cooked meat whatsoever. However taking it back is pointless and I'm sure you've not eaten.\" \n\nMar inhaled and continued. \"You are one of my daughter's playmates, Summer?\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "Tyrael Marchosias\n\nSighing, Tyrael wasn't really in the mood to debate the morality of enslaving demons. But Tyrael was in a good mood, so perhaps he could actually explain what he meant to the snow elf. As Lyn and Meirin got themselves settled down, Tyrael decided to give a little lecture. \"Demons will betray you. That is an inevitable. A deal, a promise, is just a ruse to make them trustworthy. What you need when dealing with demons is certainty. The ability to make the demon know that when betrays you, that you will bring it great suffering. Thus it should postpone its betrayal for as long as possible.\" Soon, after people started to gather their courage to take part of the carousel ride, it was time to get the ride started. Tyrael commanded his demons to move, and they did so with no arguments. \n\n\"The basic concept is mutually ensured destruction. Never assumed that a demon, whether it is an imp or an archdemon, is not capable of bringing your end. If you wish to control weaker demons, ensure a fate worse than death if they defy you. For stronger demons, promise ruin if they refuse you. If you cannot back up these claims, then your fate is your own fault. Of course, you can always try to make deals with demons for their power... But if you lack the power to enforce those deals, do not expect the demon to uphold their side of the bargain. Pray that when you deal with demons, they have the intelligence of fools or animals. At least they can be coerced by violence. Cunning demons will burden that abuse until they find your weakness. Powerful ones will earn your trust.\" That was Tyrael's philosophy towards demon ownership. Hardly a friendly relationship, but after many attempts at \"Diplomacy\", Tyrael simply found it easier to use the same pain and suffering he's gone through against the very creatures who inflict it on him. It was the reason for his success, and will likely be the reason for his eventual downfall.\n\nTen minutes passed, and the ride was over. Lyn seemed quite pleased at the carousel, which pleased Tyrael. He immediately dismissed his demons and they returned to the Inferno whence they came. The Fallen Orc tipped the carousel workers with an actual bag of coin before going to retrieve Lyn. \"Did you have fun, Lyn?\" As if he wasn't a towering hulking demon, Tyrael lifted Lyn off the ground and allowed her to rest on his shoulders once more, standing above all. It was only then did Tyrael also notice Satori, but figured she had her own reasons to be at the carnival. \"Where do you want to go to next?\"\n\nSatori\n\nSatori had hoped to distract Keri from her harsh memories and bring her somewhere where she could express her feelings without making a scene. But it seemed that her feelings for revenge were far greater then any other emotions she could have been feeling. Satori didn't need to use magic to know that Keri was angry. She didn't want her friend to be angry, but at the same time Satori cannot back down. She had to confront her friend and be level with her. So Satori dismounted once more, turning towards the bear and telling him to return to the dinning hall. The bear grunted and walked away as Satori walked back towards Keri.\n\n\"I understand Keri. I'll speak plainly: you're becoming a vampire. But you're still turning. You've been hurt badly, and I want to help you. Please... Let's go and make sure you're alright. Then we can talk about finding who did this to you.\"", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title)" }, { "text": "Keri wished that she could take back the words at once after they snaked out of her mouth. It wasn't really out of anger which caused her to act that way, well not entirely anyway. Yes it was indeed becoming an uncontrollable amount. Keri knew her attempts of keeping it under control were proving difficult. Thankfully she would be able to unleash that fury to the one that had cause this grief in the first place.\n\nShe closely watched Satori as her old friend turned her attention back towards the bear. Keri eyes shifted towards Ssarak, as if she was about to ask something. The bear towards Satori's direction causing Keri's eyes to shift back. She intently focused on the cobblestone as her friend's footsteps drew closer. As Satori stopped in front of her once more causing her to look into her friend's face again.\n\nAs Satori laid out that she was starting to become a vampire, Keri lifted her bitten hand. A filthy piece cloth laid somewhat loosely upon the wound. She carefully started to examine her arm only now to notice filth on unnoticed claw marks. Her face paled as fear replaced the tightly held hope. She felt her knees lock in place then turned to jello. Air seemed in Keri's mind thinner forcing her to take shallower breaths.\n\n\" What do you mean by turning into a vampire. That's impossible Satori.\" Keri whispered, begging almost, as gravity forced her to fall hard on her knees.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" } ]