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[ { "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": "Colette Filatrault, Catacomb\n\nColette sighed as she looked at her room. She was holding her small dagger with her. She was wearing the same dress from the feasts since she had no other clothes to wear and she hasn't had the time to make more. She packed some of the blood candies that recently finished last night into a small bag. \n\n\"Hmm I hope Mr. Tyrael doesn't mind that I am going with him\" she said before leaving Hyllos following close after her. She bi her lip as he walked towards the catacombs. She knew what it was like to be in the catacombs since she went in there to train with Hyllos, and she knew that it would be a very difficult mission. She got closer to the catacomb entrance and saw Tyrael waiting there obviously thinking to himself.She walked slowly until she was standing in front of him waiting for him to acknowledged her. While she was waiting she looked at the stone hate that was entrance of where they were going into, her mind going back her first time here. She looked at Hyllos who was flying around and remembered the creatures that were wondering around the dark place. She sighed and shook her head and looked down at her dagger gripping the handle of it in a tight grip", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "E'nasha Williams Lyn's Hunt\n\nTime moved on after the feast, and over two months E'nasha had gotten into a routine. Mostly she studied, and spent as much time as possible practicing using her mageblood. Unfortunately that meant she wasn't spending any time being social, which caused El'kan to sign her up to go on a mission, to force her to at least talk to someone who wasn't him. \n\nNow she was standing in the middle of a forest, where she was apparently just supposed to help a hunt by scaring small animals to the huntress, and keep the bigger, more dangerous creatures away. She jumped back as her assigned partner, Keri, fell to the ground in front of her. She smiled and let out a small breath of laughter as she offered her hand to help Keri off the ground. \n\n\"Me? I'm fine. You're the one who just fell out of a tree.\" Sir flew down from his perch to land on E'nasha's shoulder as she spoke, and she pat the Raven on the head with her unoccupied hand. \"I'm starting to see a lot less animals in this area. Maybe we should go deeper into the forest?\"", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" }, { "text": "Keri Wolf Lyn's Hunt \n\nKeri gladly grabbed onto E'nasha's hand with her right. A tear fell down her cheek as her family crest filled her eyes. It was a subject that Keri deem forbidden. Her friend had been trying to hear about the attack for a while now, just to be turned to a new topic instead. A quivering sigh passed her lips as she listened to wings flapping. Keri hoisted herself up to her feet without using her full strength.\n\nKeri walked up toward the tree's roots where her bow and quiver lay. She reached into the quiver pulling out her bag of blood candies. Keri grabbed a piece out and held it inside her other hand. Closing her other hand she grabbed the bow off the ground. Shifting it to rest on her right shoulder as she gathered the bag and quiver.\n\nKeri walked back towards E'nasha. Once she stopped back in front of her partner she popped the item inside her mouth. Her red eyes point towards a northern direction. She started to walk first, taking the lead. After a while Keri stopped allowing E'nasha to rest. She leaned against a tree as she tried to think of how to start telling the human her history. Finally after a second or two she cleared her throat.\n\n\" Have you ever focused only on one feeling? To the point to where you're lost in it?\"She said as her eyes filled with hatred.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" } ]

[ { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nSuddenly from the forest, a heavy gust blew. When the armored warrior shot at Leith, the arrow flew off course. And the source of that wind was Meirin, propelled through the air and heading straight towards the knight when he was stuck in the mud. She shorten the distance in her runs using quick weaving motions that allowed her to fire off gusts of wind, letting her gain ten to fifteenth feet each blast. When she saw the attacker make a great leap from the mud to one of her fellow students, Meirin also leaped after him, right after he tossed his shield at Keri. Meirin had to angle her fall and time it right, but when she did she would have stopped the shield by smashing it into the ground, landing on it. The red-haired monk looked no worse for wear, her face showing a serious and stony demeanor.\n\n\"What sort of 'honorable' knight would attack students of the college, unprovoked? Who would allow his allies to threaten a child and their guardians? You're no knight, not by any stretch of the word. You don't even have the honor of a warrior. You're just a murderer in a suit of armor.\"\n\nBrandishing her long hammer, Meirin attacked while she spoke to the warrior. She aimed her hammer to sunder through his crossbow, and whether that succeeded or not, she also swung low to smash the warrior's knee. Meirin did not stay put after her strike, quickly putting distance between herself and the knight, but staying close to Keri. From what little she heard, Meirin assumed that the warrior had something against vampires, so she knew Keri was a high priority target to the mad man. She pointed her weapon at the warrior once Meirin had disengaged from him, ready for any tricks, be it magical or mundane.\n\nMyrn Vaan'Atisha\n\nThings got quickly chaotic when, right after the scream that stunned the ridge hounds, Baulder went on a suicidal charge to kill the naga. Myrn knew very little of Tyrael beyond the fact that he was a demonomancy teacher, but even she questioned his \"orders\" when Aramir told everyone about it. In fact Myrn questioned if Aramir even did rely those orders, since she could quite clearly see that Aramir had been more-or-less the same location when they first confronted the Ridge Hounds, yet the voice came from somewhere within the pack itself. Myrn was confused, but she could guess there was some trickery involved. What sort and why, she didn't know, but what mattered right now was dealing with these Ridge Hounds.\n\nDespite Baulder's foolish actions, at least his efforts were stemming the horde. The creatures were too busy eating their own dead to attack the students, giving everyone chances to cut down a few more. But Baulder was most likely going to die if he kept going no matter how many ridge hounds he killed along the way. Darius moved in to save him and Myrn was going to follow. But then she heard Lira saying that she was going to try to find an exit, and when she did Myrn saw more Ridge Hounds lunge at her. Why Lira didn't notice them herself the wood elf didn't know, but Myrn didn't waste time as she dashed forward and cut down the beasts before they hurt Lira.\n\n\"Lira, there's no time to find an escape! Just, stay here!\" Myrn grasped Lira by her hand and took her towards Aramir, who was doing a good job keeping most of the ridge hounds at bay. Myrn cut down a few more as she approached the snow elf, her mood changing from deathly serious to more flirty. \"Love the way you use your fingers, sweet lolita. Mind watching this girl for me? I need to help everyone else, but then I'll be back to pick you up. Toodles!\" After dropping off Lira, if she didn't already try to run away, Myrn went to go help Darius save Baulder by cutting down any more Ridge Hounds that were trying to get to them. However there were so many, dead or alive, that it made it hard for Myrn to actually get to them without jumping off of corpses and skeletons. Baulder wasn't looking too good either, and while Myrn had some herbs to help patch up his injuries she can't help him until he's out of danger.\n\n\"Darius, I don't suppose you know any spells that would clear a way back for us? If you need time, I'll fend them off for as long as I can!\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Lira who actually hadn't notice the hounds behind her was startled when the female had cut them down. Her since where so clogged by all the noise it almost paralyzed her. Though she could hear the female clearly saying that they could or didn't have time to escape. She didn't try to fight when she was dragged over to another girl though was tempted to pick her up and flee the nonsense. \"I am not a child to be passed along members to be watched\" She tried to argue but the female had ran off already. Annoyed at being passed off like a kid she held the arrow searching for the point so she could at least help the person she was stuck with for now. She didn't try to make conversation trying to drown out as much of the useless noise and focus on what is close by. She manage to cut down one or two of the smaller hounds if any had gotten by. How ever their hits where more of lucky shots then her ability to hurt them.", "username": "Sento", "char_name": "Lira" }, { "text": "Keri Wolf\n\nSince the knight seemed to be content with staying on the other side of the smoke. Keri used this opportunity to push off the tree towards her weapon. It was a huge risk granted but she had to do something. Thankfully Keri was able to grab the sword's hilt before skidding to a halt near the Naga. The glimpse Keri had seen made the Naga look wounded in the heart. The woman seemed to be bond, struggling with her binds, trying to get free. A thump made her head turn towards the knight to find an odd sight.\n\nA red haired woman standing on a shield made an appearence between them. Keri's grip tighten waiting for a familiar sight to play out. The way her words sounded to Keri made her think that this was a student which made her relieved. So far none of the student she had encountered was intent on attacking her yet. This made Keri doubt her treatment towards them. The sound of stretching plant made her head turn. Keri sprung into action tearing enough of the plant to expose the Naga's neck drinking only a pint due to the taste.\n\nOnce the woman had stopped her attack Keri run to go find Althalus. Those two seemed to be more experienced than her so she was sure they could handle the knight. Closer she got the more of a familiar blood scent filled her nose. When two people came into her view she recognized Althalus and he seemed to be in trouble. At full speed Keri leaned back sliding into the unknown figure. Towards the end she had rolled and was now crouching beside Althalus. If the man in the white mask didn't move he was find out that his present from Keri would be a broken ankle.\n\n\" I assume this guy is after Lyn. What's the plan here Althalus? You tell me what you want to do and I'll make it happen. I may not be at full strength but I'll be damned if he gets to Lyn before getting through me.\" Keri spoke to him in a respectful tone but a hint of fury laid in as well. Her eyes turned pure black as she tightened her grip on the sword hilt. As if to plead the enemy to make a move Keri stood up in a ready position just in case he had some type of advantage like the Naga did.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" } ]

[ { "text": "Keri Wolf Lyn's Hunt\n\nThe wounds from on the white masked man made Keri very frightened. As a vampire there was no way she could cause that much damage in so little time. Althalus seemed much like a damsel in distress to even cause that much damage himself. The fact was she really had to give credit to whatever did that much to the masked man since she had apparently screwed up herself.\" Never send a moron to do the dirty work for you. Oh I forgot it takes a moron to know one.\" The man's speed was… Superior than anyone Keri knew. The movements and the grinding was more unnatural than her still being classified as alive. She felt overwhelmed and powerless making her knees buckle from fear.\"Steady there Ker. It's going to be alright. You're going to be alright.\"\n\n\" T-t-there's no steady about this! What the hell is going on Althalus? Who was that? How are we supposed to beat a freak like him?\" Keri's choked voice displayed her fear. This thing was much more frightening than her maker. A soft rustling made her fear disappear almost completely. She had hoped these mongrels had learned their lesson but it seemed she would have to finish the job this time. She slashed at where the sound had originated, allowing a glimpse of the Naga, making her fear rise a little more.\n\nIf the Cosh was unable to dodge his jaw would have received a massive cut. \" I know this isn't the time to ask but Althalus can a Naga still be alive after they get hit with an arrow in the heart? If not please explain to me how she is. I'd really love to know.\" Keri asked as she tore the bottom of her tunic off exposing her navel. She was curious as to how the Naga was alive as to an experiment she wanted to test out. The Cosh seemed to tracked her and she wanted to find out how. If she did maybe they could use this to their advantage.\" Here cut this up. I'm quite curious about something. When the clones get into throwing range see if you can pin a piece of cloth to them. I want to see if the mongrels are attracted to the cherry blossom scent.\"", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "Enzius Zarbath\n\nLyn's Hunt\n\nHe had lost them. A rookie mistake. These forests were alien to him and in the confusion he had gotten separated. Enzius raced through the brush, hopping from branch to branch, tree to tree, bush to bush. Leave whirled around him as he sped through the trees. Enzius stopped and rolled to the ground, taking in his surroundings. He looked behind him and saw a gigantic figure looming behind him. At least 9 feet tall, probably more. It was one of the strange beasts that he had fended off earlier. His eyes widened as the animal started bounding towards him at a startling speed. Enzius looked up and saw a branch just tall enough to be higher than the beast. He thought he could make it. He misjudged.\n\nEnzius leaped up through the air, but the beast was faster. Enzius grunted and was thrown backwards onto the beasts antlers, impaled. He tried to scream in pain but his vocal chords didn't work. The antler was covered in Enzius's blood and the hooved monster shook his head around as he tried to shake the snow elf off. Enzius made small grunts, not able to make any noise as his tiny body was jerked around and with the blood slicking the antler, he slid off and was thrown to the side; the beast sprinting away. Enzius laid there as he bled out, blood trickling out of his mouth. He looked up at the sky, it growing dimmer every second. He wondered where he had gone wrong.\n\nThe Branch he thought.\n\nThe branch was too high.\n\nHe drifted into eternal darkness.", "username": "The Survivor", "char_name": "Enzius Zarbath" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose - Catacombs\n\n---\n\nAs he attacked, Ssarak saw the bones growing out of the shapeshifter's body, and noticed the shape they were taking. Spikes, pointing out in all directions. Defensively, they would be quite useless, so the only reason remaining that they could be present was for an attack. He had his helmet to protect his head, though he still raised his shield up regardless.\n\nSpikes! Protect the Nagas! Ssarak shouted telepathically to Grey, just before the bone shards shot out in all directions. Steel protected the majority of Ssarak's body, and it was not as if the shapeshifter was aiming finely enough to target any of his armor's gaps, if it was aiming at all. One of the shards did shoot through an exposed part of his upper wing, though the hole it made in the membrane was only the size of the shard itself, and not significant compared to the surface area of the two wings. The impacts from the rest of the spikes against his armor was not exactly pleasant, but they lacked the hardness to penetrate steel, and the mass to break any bones. Against an unarmored target, it would have been an utterly devastating attack, but the shapeshifter was either uneducated in tactics to counter armor, or was too desperate to care. \n\nWhen Ssarak lowered his shield, he found that, to his surprise, there was no longer a behemoth of a foe before him. In fact, he could not see anything other than Grey in front of him. Knowing that his opponent was a shapeshifter, however, Ssarak's mind immediately went to what it could have turned into. Something which could fly would be the quickest way to get away, but he could not hear nor see the flapping of wings, so his eyes quickly moved downwards, scanning for anything at all that was moving. Luckily, he was able to spot something which looked mostly like a rat scurrying away. It would be easy to hide a such a small creature, especially once it moved beyond the illumination of the fairy fire. But, Ssarak did not intend to let it escape without one final attempt to stop it. Unfurling his wings, Ssarak braced himself, then flapped his sizable wings with as much force as he could without actually lifting himself off the ground. His intent was to use the powerful gusts of air to blow the tiny creature off of its feet and into a wall, allowing him or Grey to catch up to it, and likely crush it under one of their boots.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose - Catacombs\n\n---\n\nTowards Grey, Ssarak shook his head. \"Not specifically, unfortunately. I tried to stop it, but that shapeshifter could transform far faster than even Lidda. It would have to be beyond the skill of even a master to accomplish such a feat. With the presence of that...demon blocking that path, the rodent it transformed into would had to have scurried past Tyrael. It would have to be down that pathway, but with the range of forms it seems to be able to take on, it would be difficult to catch even if we could find it. But, you are correct that it had an extreme fixation on you. I could read into its mind during the fight, and I could tell that it was almost obsessed with you, as if you had history with it.\"\n\nSsarak was keeping his blade at the ready, though at this point, it was more just to be ready for any unexpected threats than to defend against Tyrael. \"Regardless, I would suggest we wait near the entrance of the catacombs. I expect that Khan will be here shortly. We can inform him that the fighting has ended, and ask him about the Naga. I can remain to help stand guard, in the event the shapeshifter arrives again.\"\n\nMeanwhile, Ssarak continued to attempt to give the Naga reassurance with telepathic messages. \"I would not be afraid of Khan. Unlike Tyrael, he is not a fallen demonmancer, and as our headmaster, is far more rational. I do not expect you will be detained. Actually, I would expect him to give you aid, once the situation with Tyrael has been concluded. As long as you abide by the rules of the college, of course. We need only keep Tyrael from becoming violent until he arrives.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nLyn's Hunt \nIt took a long moment for her to feel the teeth in her arm. She had been elated that she'd managed to have found the cosh in the first place. She had hoped that she would, she thought that she could, but it was still a surprise that she had actually managed to do it. Even if she'd missed where she thought she might, she had sunk the knife into flesh.\n\nSo when the jaws closed around her arm, and she realized it, she yelped loudly. Her first reaction was to pull her arm back, but as she did she felt her flesh starting to tear. Hot blood started to run down her arm and she felt a hint of panic start to rise up in her chest. This was not going well at all. She had lost the tight grip she'd had on the handle of the knife when she'd finally felt the pain, so now she took it back, even as the cosh's jaws clamped down more. Teeth went into muscle more as the seconds ticked by. If she didn't do something soon, she likely wouldn't be able to do anything. \n\nThe cosh was starting to push her back, push her over to the ground, but she wouldn't be pushed down so easily. She shoved back as best she could, but the forest floor was not the best for getting a grip with her boots and she struggled to find purchase for a moment, but that seemed to be all the beast needed and Helena felt herself beginning to lose her footing as the cosh began to clamp down more and shake her head. Through gritted teeth and another yelp of pain she twisted the blade that she had finally gotten a better grip on, hoping and praying that that would be enough to free her arm.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Keri Wolf Lyn's Hunt\n\nThe vampire thought it would work. The original plan was so simple, use the Cosh to attack the assassin. Yet the masked man didn't seem to be worried. He didn't move to block or move. The man had just moved to attack. Keri heard the tearing of clothes, followed by a clang making the weapon bouncing back, which was when she had rolled. The knives had scratched her enough to leave a shallow red furrows on her shoulder in her escape.\n\nAt the end of the roll was when the Cosh reappeared. The girl was about to react just before the bugger grasped her boot with its mouth. This made Keri unable to move away as he jerked his head. She was propelled into a tree a few feet away. Nothing seemed break as the girl slammed horizontally into the tree. She tried scrambled to her feet only to let out a pained cry. There was something wrong. The pain of movement was lingering stabs as she moved unlike the experience with the broken bones.\n\nKeri gritted her teeth as she forced herself up. If anyone was paying attention they could clearly see tears forming in her eyes. The girl leaned onto the tree for support as she cursed. She noticed it was the bigger one from before. The vampire held a breath, hopping to help muffled the scream, as she ran towards the Cosh's left side. The slash was towards the head as Keri positioned herself sideways for an easier block afterwards. If the Cosh didn't attack or block the girl during the attack then there would be another wound to piss it off.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" } ]

[ { "text": "Like a blinding light pierced his eyes Sinys's face distorted into an excruciating frown, causing his first reaction to be jumping away. The claws followed him as he had been retreating, taking away layers of skin and touching the meat that lay under in result. He considered himself lucky for that. Then had a short thought about luck being a made up factor that still exists. He no longer had the arrow in hand but pulled another one as he had been thrown back. Something that had been drilled into his body more recently. \n\nIn a crouching position he landed feeling a tree next to him, his ears were ringing and blood still filled his nostrals. He panicked for a span of time from being pretty close to being entirely lost. His mind suddenly flooded with an uneasy sense of up and down. This had all changed after he realized he had been touching his bow. Somehow he had landed next to it making him question the factor of luck. And for that portion of time he felt his sixth sense start working again. As though the emotions had completely blocked it out. \n\nTaking his bow into a firing position he knocked the first arrow in his hand and waited. Something didn't feel right, and he knew just before he would have released had no doubt clouded his hand that he would have killed this woman thrown before him. The thought gave him the feeling that someone walked over his grave someplace. The instant later he released an arrow straight and systematically narrowed the approach of the beast. Letting loose at a fifteen degree angle left and right. It was the best he could do under the circumstances. At the moment he was just glad to get a breather. He might not have long to rest but he made the most of it. Then a sound registered in his mind, the twang of a bow became clear. Though the actual fact occured to him that it had been loosed before his ever were. The sense of safety washed out of him like Francis talking about grease. Though none of them would ever understand the reference or era this feeling came from.", "username": "EthTenshi", "char_name": "Sinys Erweinoc Luf'firio" }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nMeirin was finished. Her spell was ready and now she can focus on fighting. As the knight charged Meirin swung her weapon at him from groin to head, however he was still too far away for her weapon to actually hit him. But not for the blade of water she drew out from the mud underneath his feet. She swung her spear upward, causing the blade of water to shoot between the knight's feet and aim straight for his chin with enough force to possibly pierce through his skull, or at least knock his helmet off.\n\nFlourishing her spear around more orbs of water began to fly around Meirin. Each ball of water was no bigger than her fist, but with each swing the ball of water thinned into a blade that could cut and slice as well as any sword. There was also bits of rocks and sand mixed in to give the water some substance. Meirin stayed on the defensive and kept her distance from the knight while sending out her orbs of water to attack him, trying to overwhelm him with a barrage of slashes all around him in the chance she could hit a weak point like in his visor or behind a joint.\n\nMyrn Vaan'Atisha\n\nMyrn allowed herself a few minutes of rest where she just closed her eyes and stabilized her breathing, almost napping. Her nap was interrupted when Lyamis touched her and applied some sort of medicine to her wound which made it sting quite painfully, causing her to weakly flinch out of reflex. Lyamis made a comment that Myrn might not live past today which just got her to smirk. \"Perfect place to die. Just put me in one of the empty coffins and give me a nice headstone. Myrn Vaan'Atisha: Blood Sickness but mostly bleeding.\" The pain made Myrn a bit sassy, but appreciates the help nonetheless.\n\nDarius took over patching up Myrn and he seemed much more knowledgeable about how to treat her wounds. It made sense since Darius was a mercenary and likely seen and dealt with his far share of wounds. She normally wouldn't allow people to just touch her like this, but she did need the healing. \"Thanks Darius. I owe you one.\" As he was treating her injuries Lyamis started to coil around her. She understood that he was just trying to keep her still, but Myrn was very uncomfortable in this position. She's heard a lot about the crushing strength of naga tails and now she was at the mercy of Lyamis. Not to mention she didn't like someone touching her like this. \"Oi! Get your tail off of me, I'm hurt, not crippled.\" She said angrily as she tried in vain to get out.\n\nBut as Darius started treating her wound, the less she worried about Lyamis and the more she was annoyed by how painful the medicine was. \"Ow. Ow! Ow ow ow ow! Gods, why does healing hurt!?\" Myrn clenched her teeth and her hands curled up, grabbing onto Lyamis's tail as she tried to endure through the treatment.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" } ]

[ { "text": "Cosh: Alpha (Last one)\n\nThe armored man shot backwards. His boots thumping the ground and drawing backwards, the cosh unable to see if he was stumbling or remained standing after the clash with the paw. His claws made a loud screeching sound when it smacked into the surface before he retracted it, his head turned toward Keri and readied to attack him. His ear flickered when the knight came charging in again. The joints in the armor and heavy metal making a loud sound too difficult to ignore causing the Alpha's head to jerk in his direction, two things happening at almost the same time. \n\nJenna's arrow skirted past the beast's neck, nicking the top as it embedded into the ground behind him. The Alpha had fallen back, hard, upon all fours to react against Deven and pivot on his left arm to bring him to the knight's side which was likely to be exposed by the swing. A fresh, red gash streaked his black and white coat causing the animal to snarl. His eyes narrowed while he fought the pain swelling in his body from the strike, then shot forward less than a moment when the words left Deven's mouth. \n\n\"Eyes on me you bit bastard!\"\n\nThe cosh's body low and fast, the beast meeting the knight halfway in his charge. He managed to hit right before he could bring down his weapon, the attack stopped moments after it was finished perparing itself. The cosh's arms reached about the knees and was about to jerk them out from under Deven unless he did something, the wolf like feline's weight pushed into Deven, intending to shove the man off balance. The creature's head would nudged, firmly underneath Deven's side where the attack was coming from and preventing his head from being slashed by the attack. \n\nIf Deven had chosen to brace himself instead of swing, the man would've had better footing to withstand the charge and remain upright. Otherwise, he would find it difficult to remain upright even with the power he put into the propelling attack. \n\nThe knight's armor was frustrating to the beast. It protected, even if it slowed him, and prevented the creature from ripping him to pieces and moving onto the bitch that brought him here. The one that crossed into his territory, challenged his authority and refused to leave his turf. \n\nPain rippled through the Cosh again when the vampire's weapon raked across his face. Long, thin red line appeared as the vampire darted in then back out while the beast was entangled with the knight. The animal couldn't detangle or risk the man slicing him with the sword or worse, drawing an irritated snarl. His hind legs shifted, his weight increased against the man (unless he detangled) to use him as a shield against the woman wielding arrows. \n\nIf anyone was quick and sharp of sight, they might've spotted Helena's wire framed glasses dangerously near the Cosh's right leg and about to be crushed under the struggle.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Keri Wolf Lyn's Hunt\n\nKeri felt the flesh give away as the sword continued forward. Crimson red slowly starting to seep out from the thin line. Smell of blood tainting the air, as if making a promise for revenge. A new sound added to the mix as the vampire step away from the enemy, like something giving up, underneath her weight. Finally the girl stopped moving just a foot away. Grass shifting told that she didn't have time to figure out what it was.\n\nThe sight in front of Keri was rather... Odd. The armored human looked as if he was entangled with the creature. Though the beast didn't make an attempt to move. Usually the girl would raise and eyebrow and tilt her head but not at this moment. For now the Alpha seemed grasped and the look on his face showed it. The vampire gripped her sword tightly as she lowered towards the ground.One, two, and three. Then off Keri dashed.\n\nThe sword was low to the ground, as if she was dragging it, though it was for a purpose. Once she was close to the leg she slashed upwards. In theory this would have hit the leg along with towards the side. That was if this had worked they way the girl planned. During the attack the vampire released a hiss showing the monster who attacked him. This hopefully give the woman time to rearrange herself for a better shot while the girl took a step backwards with a smug smirk on her lips.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "Knight\n\n\"No, you are a coward who forces me to attack weaklings!\" The Knight snarled, turning around. Immediately he was hit from all sides by water balls, the unexpected attack forcing him to one knee with a grunt, which quickly turned into a roar of anger. \"Enough!\" He scraped his shield against a part of his keg armor, causing a brief, weak, magical pulse to go off. He looked up, another curse of anger upon his lips, when he saw the flying dragon and his cowardly opponent both coming at him at highly dangerous speeds. His curse of anger turned into a shout of alarm, his shield snapping up in time to take the sword hilt. He was sent flying backwards, crashing through tree. \"Gods Damn you!\" He snarled, clambering to his feet. Other than favoring his shield arm, he seemed unharmed. \"I only ask to slay the foul creations of Aarem, and you refuse me! You are heretics in the eyes of the Gods! Blasphemers!\" He continued to rant as he clambered to his feet, sharpened shield at the ready.\n\nAramir\n\nThe Snow Elf picked herself and her bow and quiver up, heading up the stairs, exhausted from her repulsion of the Ridgehounds. So tired. So damned tired. Stupid Tyrael. Stupid Naga. Stupid Ridgehounds. Stupid lack of communication and teamwork. She thought wearily, longing for her bed. Of course, that's when Annabeth's warning reached her. Aramir didn't think, she didn't pause. In a moment she was running as fast up the stairs as she could, stumbling as she ran into Sam. \"Elixir! I need an elixir!\" She demanded, eyes wide with panic. One or more of her tribe was in danger and she needed to go help them right now. The old man quickly handed her what she wanted and she took off, hastily gulping it down as she ran and tossing the bottle to the side. Energy rushed through her and she ran as fast as her small form was able. I'm going to collapse after this Elixir wears off. She thought, somewhat distractedly. She was already through the trees, heading towards the sounds of combat.\n\nIt won't matter. When I find whomever is attacking my tribe, I'll kill them.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)" } ]

[ { "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": "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": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nThe incoming shield flying towards Ssarak deflected at an angle off of his own shield, just as planned. Although, his attempt to cripple the knight was not quite as successful. The knight's reactions were quick, and Ssarak could not redirect his mace quite fast enough to meet his fist head-on. The knight delivered a heavy blow to Ssarak's stomach, though so too did Ssarak's mace slam at full force into the knight's chestplate. Ssarak was knocked out of breath, and he expected the knight to at least have a broken rib or two. \n\nDespite his lack of breath, Ssarak had h is guard up in an instant, and was starting to bring his mace around for another blow when he noticed that his opponent was oddly…still. He did not raise his guard, nor push the attack, but rather just stood, almost as if in shock. He coughed, then collapsed down to his knees. Slowly, blood started to pour from a razor-thin line at his neck before his seemingly lifeless body collapsed entirely to the ground. \n\nSsarak was not certain of what Meirin had done exactly, but it had evidently pierced through the weaker armor at his neck and slit his throat, or even partially beheaded him. With that threat eliminated, Ssarak wanted to just stop and embrace Meirin. To check on her well-being, and confirm to himself that she was safe, but unfortunately, the fight was not entirely over. Nearby, he could easily see that some of the others were still in trouble. A mage, evidently an herbamancer, was manipulating the trees themselves to attack them. He needed to give them help, and the best way he could see to do that quickly was to grab and keep the mage's focus on himself. Ssarak turned to the herbamancer and let out a loud, animalistic roar to hopefully capture his attention. He stood in an aggressive, slightly hunched over posture with his boot pressed against the helmet of the herbamancer's dead ally. At the same time, Ssarak telepathically probed into the mage's mind to see if he had any wards to speak of.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Keri Wolf\n\n\"Ah. Oh...\" when Annabeth said this Keri did her normal questioning look. She never meant for the woman next to her to be upset or anything of the sorts. Though the young woman did wonder what sort of family her friend had before coming to the college. It was something that the vampire intended to ask later. When the human passed the necklace back Keri placed it back in its original place upon her neck. \"I... Um... No, not really. I don't have anymore questions. But I do understand, Keri. How it feels that is. Like I said, I'll help you out, so just ask me and I'll do anything for you.\"\" Anything? Um... I'll keep that in mind Annabeth. And thank you for being there for me.\"\n\nBoth of the girls arrived inside the mess hall. Annabeth had ordered tomato soup and bread while Keri ordered some blood root tea, while keeping in mind to stop inside Underhaven later. Today it seemed like the students were just either wondering or just doing other things around the college. The tea tasted just like blood which was rather cool considering it was a plant that was placed in it. Granted to would add a few more hours at best. While they ate the vampire would start a conversation though the older woman's thought seemed to be somewhere else. Though she didn't mind to be honest.\n\nAnnabeth had ended up finishing first and was not waiting very long for Keri. \"We should try not to take too long. Tyrael has been in an awful mood lately, and I don't want him catching us in his forge if he's angry. Well, he's always angry I suppose. But let's not make it worse?\" The vampire's friend warned as she groaned.\" Again? I'm starting to wonder of this man has another emotions than kill those who I don't like and anger. If he's in a sour mood than it's best to stay away for a while longer but thanks for the attempt to help Annabeth. I prefer not to play off with her head again so we can do something else. We could always look for the new students, look for Lyn, or visit Mar. Which one sounds better?\" the young woman asked.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "Lyn\n\nLyn was worried. Namely about Helena's glare provoking her bear into being even more aggressive and possibly attacking the woman, forcing her to restrain them both before they hurt each other. A fact she wasn't very comfortable with it since they risked injury as she inhaled, her breath stalled to wait out the aftermath. Thankfully Helena's attention turned toward her. Seeing the woman note her presence, she began to walk forward and reach for the red hair in order to help only to be waved back. Lyn's eyes tightened in confusion at the action causing her to bit her lip in uncertainty and confusion. \n\nShe didn't mean to dirty the woman's hair in her distraction after all, so it was her responsibility to make right again. Only she wasn't about to push herself on the fellow student just to accomplish that. Watching Helena pick the rest of the sticky berry out, she offered her name and hand to the child. Naturally Lyn's friendliness overcame her caution when she fit her own hand into the woman's. Helena would feel the almost perfectly smooth skin mimic a human's until she pulled back, which then the scales would've snagged ever softly and created a rather rough texture. It was a bit like leather armor through still vulnerable to slashing and piercing weapons. \n\nCarefully, Lyn repeated the name over to herself. \"Helena..That's a pretty name. Especially with the a at the end. How long have you been within the college? Did you arrive recently?\" \n\nLyamis & Amaryllis\n\nThe last of the hunters, about a handful survived the catacomb ordeal. All hunters as the crafters died in the travel leading up to the college and were no match for the harsh environment within the ravine. Their bodies being in a endless stage of decay while being feasted on by the various demons, their genes unable to spawn new generations and prevent their tribe from dying out. Over the days that followed, their adjustment had been slow. Especially with a wood elf, Myrn, pestering them and making their ability to rebuild what was lost taking more time than normal. \n\nLyamis was the buffer between the naga and Myrn's curiosity so not create tension, his head turned to spot the woman approach them early in the morning. Toleration was a skill they were starting to learn, through only Lyamis and the matriarch were highly skilled in the action, and he didn't need one of his hunters squeezing the life out of an a student. His eyes drifted toward the golems still silently guarding them and lingering nearby, their forms both visible and hidden causing Lyamis more stress than needed. \n\nWhen he heard the wood elf announce herself, he immediately stopped his work. His sharpening of his spear stalled in favor to prevent his fellow hunters from feeling uncomfortable and crowded by the woman, their visual cues lost on someone not a naga. Leaving Amaryllis to direct the others, his hand held out to assure her he would handle it as he slithered over toward the woman. \"I figured your questions would've been over seeing as we're about to leave. Through Naga tend to dislike loud sounds and we can see who you are, Myrn. Shouldn't you be recovering?\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "Nox Alignment Ceremony\n\n,@Lucius Cypher, @May, & @Luna\n\n\nDarell rushed down the tunnel, his feet clattered across the stone and echoed into the Nox somewhere. His chest hurt causing him to curse this human form and its fragilities while he pushed onward. His arm reached out to tap the wall, each skirt along the surface scratched at his palm and fingers until something wet touched them. Abruptly, he came to a grinding halt and stared at what currently coated his fingers. He rubbed them together before his mind finally put it together. It was blood smeared over the darkened wall. His eyes turned to spy several signs of conflict and struggle, followed by voices bellowing for help and trying to fight off whatever was gradually killing them. \n\nUpon bursting into the scene, all four individuals would come across the source of the fight. Annabeth, who had only a brief experience with the creature who's back was toward them, would realize the aggressor was nothing but a Nitemare. A phasing, man eating stallion with a dual set of horns adorning its black head. One set a bull's made for gorging and impaling its target while running at great speed and close range. On the other hand, the ram like ones provided great protection and tougher than most armor in order to prevent blunt force trauma or head damage. \n\nOn the other end, the far wall, three young figures huddled in panic against it. A older boy, in his early twenties, held a rapier out and pushed both the younger girls behind him for protection against the looming beast. Dark blood coated his blade indicating he had managed to wound the creature along one of the sides but not enough to warn it away. His tunic had a large, red blotch against his side where the nitemare had managed to gorge him and now he was slowly bleeding out. Pale skin became covered in sweat while his teeth pressed tightly together and a snarled expression crossed his lips. \n\nThe sinewy creature pawed the ground impatiently then lowered its head and charged forward. In an instant, the creature melted into the ground and left them in silence. Cautiously, the male edged into the center as his weapon was held outright and at the ready. His head flipped back and forth, trying to find the creature that seemed to have vanished. A sudden scream erupted from the far wall causing the fighter to twist on heel to help. The youngest, a fifteen year old, had a single horn tip protrude from her middle as her arms reached for her friend. However, the older girl was too horrified and shocked by the experience to do anything but pedal backwards. She stumbled as she watched the youngest, her traveling clothes dyed farther with red, began to rise and the nitemare slowly materialize from the very wall. \nThe stallion jerked its head about, drawing another gurgling scream and slight struggle from the girl's bleeding body. The corpse flew through the air and collided into the wall with a sicken smack. \n\nName: NiteMare\nClass: Medium- 9 foot \nImage/Appearance Description:\n\nSummary Features:\n\n* Teleport: Nitemares can easily teleport between two points, in a straight line, by destabilizing their shadow like flesh and reforming it up to 5 yards from their original start. During the start and end, they are unable to physically attack or be attacked until their form is once more solidified. Most attacks pass right through them easily in this phrase, including living and solid matter.\n* Tail: Unseen in the image is a thin, whip like tail that can almost triple its normal reach when it extends. On the end is a wicked blade like appendage that can easily slice through flesh and down to the bone with each strike.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nHelena proceed cautiously down the darkened corridor. She gripped a blade tightly in one hand while she listened to the sounds of footsteps ahead of her in the dark. There was the running of their suspicious friend, and the heavy sound of Annabeth's just behind his with Collette somewhere in between. Her and Athalus brought up the rear of the group, but even then, she knew they had to pick up their pace or their friends might end up in piles of lumpy goo or something like that. And she was not at all interested in the idea of that happening to Annabeth. Her being dead made it very difficult to talk with her after all.\n\nWhen she came into the more open space, it was just as the body of their fellow student was tossed aside like a dolly, blood following its arc across the room. \"Well, shit,\" she mumbled, as she took a step back, hopefully not to bump into Althalus behind her. \"This...this is going to be awful.\"\n\nTaking a deep breath she resolved herself to going in and helping. \"though maybe with an actual plan this time,\" she said aloud without the rest of her thoughts attached.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak did not need much time to react. The moment someone confirmed that their gift for the Baron had been taken, Ssarak started to sprint a short distance, then kicked off the ground to take to the sky. \"Leith, stay and protect Lyn!\" He shouted telepathically. Fortunately, the group had only just arrived in the city, so Ssarak was still armed and armored for traveling, and therefore, fighting. If he was able to catch their thief, then he would be in a good position to deal with him. \n\nThough Ssarak knew not what was in the box, Lucilia had made it clear that it was important. It was important enough that Ssarak felt it was not a coincidence that a thief had just happened to grab it. It seemed more like they had been targeted specifically, which put Ssarak on guard. From the air, Ssarak had a distinct advantage in the chase. Apart from stationary buildings, there was nothing in his way, so he could move more efficiently than a ground runner. He would be able to keep track of the thief as long as he remained outside, and searching for overhead cover would limit the thief's escape options. He also focused on the thief's mind to determine if there were any wards to break through. If not, he could try to use his magic to alter the thief's perceptions and trick them into tripping.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Nox Alignment Ceremony\n\n,@Lucius Cypher, @May, & @Luna\n\n\n 'How little you know,' Darell though but resisted snapping back the comment to Helena. Her outburst was unreasonable, purely because he suspected her pride got into the way and made her irked to his re-sharing of knowledge she should've recalled. He didn't have the time to argue since they were under attack. The nitemare could return and ready to burst into the room at any moment. \n\nHe watched the man approach Annabeth, as she introduced herself and then walked off to attend to the girl. \n\nStill sobbing, the girl looked up. Her eyes met the speaker trying to sooth her pain as she wiped away the tears. She sharply nodded and reached a hand for Annabeth to hoist her up. The girl was weak in the knees, as expected, causing her to stumble forward upon being lifted up and grip Annabeth's arm for balance. When she finally gathered her balance once more, she introduced herself and began walking toward the group, \"My name is Jessie. We were trying to find a way out, but S-\" \n\nHer words cut off from the pain of trying to say the younger girl's name, her breath inhaled to collect herself, \"She said not to go this way and that she got a bad feeling. Drake didn't listen. He felt he knew better despite what we were taught about the Nox.\" \n\nDrake, still guilty about the whole incident, averted his gaze from Jessie. He focused on Helena instead as he listened to what she spoke about the thing possibly coming back causing him to pale in color. For a moment it looked like he was about to be sick, \"Oh by the Gods. W-w-well… what are we waiting for? Lead the way out.\" \n\nBefore any of them could move, a low familiar rumble filled the tunnels. It was the starting of the maze shifting again causing Darell to shout at the others, \"Get into the room and grab each other, quickly before we're separated!\" \n\nMeanwhile, if anyone had looked down the hallway then they would see a snorting, charging nitemare heading for those who had managed to edge into the hallway. Drake being among them. \n\nUncovering Shadows\nLyn, Hysteria (Djarkel)\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nLyn leaned against the carriage interior as she thought over what Ssarak had said to her. Her arms were crossed over her middle while her head bumped with the jarring movement, letting the guilt fill her despite her best efforts to shrug it off. Their conversation had touched on something she hadn't considered. This made her feel a mixture of an idiot and possible murder, thinking she might've risked the Naga's last remaining numbers with her foolishness. She began to question why she thought she was ready for this trip. \n\nThe hybrid sighed, then shifted her arm from her middle and rested her chin comfortably on. Coming into the city, her eyes drifted to the scenery and absorbing it until the carriage stopped abruptly. She hadn't much time to dwell on the reason when suddenly she heard a loud thump above her. Her eyes to looked upward and she frowned.\n\nFootsteps darted across the roof as she watched a man leap down from the carriage to the street. Lyn pushed her torso out to lean out the window as she spotted him dash down the street with something in hand. Her arms reached up to the upper frame of the window and pulled herself to the top, her head peeked over the roof's edge to see the trunk was stolen. She cursed in her head as she pulled her feet out to drop to the ground just outside the carriage door. \n\n\"Leith, stay and protect Lyn!\" Ssarak's voice ripped through her head causing Lyn to frown, but didn't stop her bolt into the thief's wake. She wasn't about to be left behind since she was nimble enough to join the chase now. Reaching a hand at her side, she pulled one of her non lethal ones and tossed it at the man's legs. \n\nHe jerked to the right, seeming to sense her attempts to pin him, as the dagger busted and entangled the wall it landed at. Unable to waste the time to pause and pick it up, she continued to follow the man's wake.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "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": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak continued pressing into the thief's ward. It was much stronger than he would have expected, which only furthered his suspicion that this was no random robbery. However, he could not take the time to think on such speculation while the chase had his focus. Ssarak followed along the path above the thief as much as possible, though as he started taking routes that he could not follow directly, he took advantage of his ability to bypass buildings entirely to try to cut him off. \n\nRaising his altitude enough to get above the rooftops, Ssarak continued to pressure his ward as much as possible, as well as to try to keep getting a sense of his location. It took a moment for Ssarak to discern the logical exit of the tunnel, and by the time Ssarak had flown over to it, his fast-moving figure was halfway through the crowd. On the ground, it would likely be difficult to track him through the mass of people, but Ssarak could help with that. He had already been giving his allies directions through the chase. This time, he created an illusion for his allies in the form of a beacon of light shooting up from the thief into the sky. It would reduce his pressure on the ward, but it would be worth it to allow his allies the ability to track, and hopefully catch up with the target. \n\nFollow the light!\" Ssarak said telepathically to his allies, just to be sure that it was clear.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nHelena looked at Athalus with something like disgust on her face. \"What the hell do you think I'm doing?!\" she shouted back at him, pulling at the other man's arm as if to drag him faster, regardless of what he was doing. She made it to Annabeth and finally let him go, turning around to see who else was left. \n\n\"Colette,\" she called, trying to find the other girl in the dark. \"Can't be the heroine if you're dead. Run first, then attack.\" She knew she'd been stupid before, but that was a much smaller a threat. A threat that she could have handled. But this was just stupid, standing up to this beast that could fucking teleport and leave the plane they were currently existing in to move about. Like why would they stand and fight that when they could flee?", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Nox Alignment Ceremony\n\n,@Lucius Cypher, @May, & @Luna\n\n \nThe Nitemare snorted and rushed forward. Colette could see the hallways behind it collapsing, each wall falling in on itself and then sucked backwards into a swirling hole. Even the beast seemed terrified at being sucked since it barely reacted to the searing pain of the rapier across its flank or the dagger that nicked its shoulder. Instead it just plowed onward past Colette who crouched down beside a wall to avoid its path. With the last of the party pulled in, the rumble lowered and the exit sealed itself. Now whatever force had collapse the hallway was working on the room itself. \n \nDarell, upon spotting it, yelled at the others and gestured for them to follow him across the room. His feet moved quickly toward it while the roof started to crumble from the top and the floor rose to crush whatever came into its path. \n \n~~~|After entering the tunnel|~~~\n \nAfter entering the tunnel, darkness seemed to swallow them. A pale blue light stretched in the distance and casted everything in an eerie blue as they drew closer with each step. The shifting of the room had ceased the moment they entered the tunnel allowing them all a breather from their harrowing experience. Alert and wired with adrenaline, Darell remained ahead of the others. Every few steps his head whipped about then shifted from one side to the other. \n \nGradually they entered a circular room and at the center was a dark, sinister figure gently running his clawed hands upon the orb. He raised his bird like mask to notice the students then seemed to give an aura of amusement. \n \n \nUncovering Shadows\nLyn, Hysteria (Djarkel)\n\n\n---\n\n\n \nLyn silently cheered when Leith created a small puddle, the water slipping the thief up and caused him to crash into a stone wall. Not surprisingly the man managed to recover and keep on running faster, his pace unfazed by the sudden blow. Cursing under her breath, Lyn pushed her legs faster. The muscles burned and protested, but she ignored them in favor of gaining ground. She naturally jerked to the side to avoid the puddle as it retracted into the air and returned to Leith for additional use. Gradually recovering lost momentum, she parkour over the various crates left abandoned in the street sides while darting around what few bodies were walking within the alleyway. \n \nDespite her lithe build and focus on speed, she still couldn't catch him easily and he began to pull away into a dark tunnel. A flicker of movement and a flutter of red hair was revealed before he melted into the crowds. His figure pushed any spectator aside on his path deeper into the people. The moment he reached the crowd, Lyn knew there would be little chance to catch him. She hated herself for her failure to reach the man as she looked about quickly for a high vantage point. To her side was a grey, aged trellis on a nearby wall. Usually they were used for plants but in Djarkel, the cursed land made such things difficult or ugly as only withered vines pitiful clung to the wooden frame now. \n \nCarefully she paused then began to scale the trellis toward the building's roof. In moments she was gone, Leith likely the only one that spotted her small rear vanish over the roof's edge. Her eyes spotted the large beam of light that showed their quarry followed by a telepathic message that confirmed it. Not waiting for any of the other students, Lyn darted along the roof's edge at a rapid pace. She managed to keep parallel to their target as she went from one closely packed building to the next with surprising grace, a lesson from her father.\n \n 'I'm going to try to get ahead and drop down to a nearby alley to cut him off!' She mentally uttered to Ssarak as she continued onward, her path unhindered by people. Each time she spotted a gap too wide to jump, she reached into her pouch of seeds then flipped out a few vine seeds to create a single tight walk rope to the next roof. Thankfully there wasn't too many gaps while she parkour over the obstructions in her way and pull ahead of the light beam. \n \n \n \nDiplomacy at Yarosmere\nMar, Sansar (Yarsomere): Underground Cave~Unknown Location\n \n \"I doubt it too. I believe any devout follower would easily tie me up to a wooden post and force me into malice before ending my life. Personally, I have a reason for not wanting that,\" Mar said in agreement, recalling the Naga tied up on their entrance and how they tortured it until it become a shell of itself, \"I've seen more than I can tolerate and want to be away as soon as possible. Since you've got that covered, let's get this over with.\" \n \nGently Mar moved from her leaned over position on the table edge and followed where she was gestured to. As she was led off to be beaten down, she turned to the nearest individual to warn them, \"I'll try not to bite but old habits are hard to break. If you happen to get bitten, it will wear off in a few hours to a day.\" \n \nWithout another word, she was lead off as any others finished their questions and lead off.", "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": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak knelt down next to the wooden hatch and tried to listen for any movement below, though his hearing was not the best for listening for faint sounds. Not to mention, the warded mind of the thief made it difficult for him to reach inside and discern his exact location. But, one thing that Ssarak was sure of was the fact that they could not afford to wait long. It was possible the thief might know of a secret exit, so they had to act quickly, or risk losing their property. \n\n \"I have an entrance on the roof. I can jump down inside safely, capture, and hold their attention. Everyone else, enter from different entrances and hit them from all angles immediately afterwards. With luck, our thief or thieves will surrender immediately. If not, prepare for a fight.\" Ssarak said telepathically to all of his allies. \n\nSsarak looked to Lyn and spoke quietly. \"It would not be wise of me to try to jump down carrying you. I do not know what I am dropping into. You carry plants or seeds with you, correct? Can you support me from up here, Lyn?\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Althalus\n\nAlthalus quickly and easily caught the daggers, tucking all but two into hidden sheathes. \"You never know, I'm guessing you've never held properly forged knives.\" He danced out of the way of his own Uth, smiling and listening. He had no idea how to murder these things, but Darrel did. His smile dropped as first Darrel got hit towards the abyss, and then the new one with the sword began screaming as he was gnawed upon. \"Gods damn it. These were my good knives.\" He sighed, dodging his own Uth yet again. \"She's gonna be pissed.\" Taking a deep breath, and glancing regretfully at the two knives in his hands, Althalus focused his magic. Rust began to creep quickly along them, pitting the blades and filling them with rot as the assassin filled his blades with the power of decay. He threw one at the monster gnawing on Drake's leg, the dagger flashing through the air before sinking hilt deep into the side of the Uth. The creature screamed and fell on the ground, writhing, as the decay magic began to spread to it. \n\n\"That's one.\" He turned his attention to the one Helena had wounded, it shrieking and hissing as the fireballs struck it. His other dagger whistled through the air, striking it in the chest. It shrieked as well, leaping backwards. Althalus darted out of the way of his Uth again, drawing another dagger. \"Colette! Go get Darrel. We'll keep them off of you.\" He waved his dagger at the Uth, the thing approaching him. \"You don't want to end up like your friends do you? Why don't we just all play nice, and you leave and I leave, hmm?\" It ignored him, leaping forward again.\n\nSansar, Yarosmere. Aramir.\n\nAs the guard aimed his bow at the crowd in the distance, he glanced between Darius and the slowly approaching group. For a few tense seconds, it seemed like he would fire anyway. Then, scowling, he brought his crossbow down and unloaded it. As the group approached and individual members were able to be picked out, Aramir breathed a sigh of relief. It was their friends. Friends who looked like they had been beaten up, but alive none the less. \"Open the gate. It's the rest of our group.\" The guard looked at her skeptically, but then glanced at Darius again and shouted the order. The gates creaked open, and the rest of the College students limped in, sporting various injuries.\n\nThe soldiers began to take them to the infirmary, but Aramir waved them off. \"We can take care of our own.\" The soldiers hesitated, then shrugged. They had tried. They couldn't force the visitors to take care of themselves. \n\nWalking away to an empty part of the courtyard, the students taken by the rebels were examined and had the worst of their wounds patched as they explained what had happened to them and the situation with the Resistance. Aramir whistled quietly. \"That's certainly food for thought.\" She jumped as Yolin's voice rang across the courtyard. \"Friends! I'm so glad that you're alive, but absolutely disgusted that the Resistance would disgrace us by treating you in such away. You have my word that we will find and destroy them. There will be nothing left of those cowardly fools but ash and blood by the time we are done.\" He clapped his hands together. \"Enough of that though! The King is ready, as is dinner. You will be given a few minutes to freshen up, and then begin to eat!\"\n\nFifteen minutes later, the college students were seated at a large table, the King closest to them at their right, the rest of his court farther down to their left. A veritable feast laid out before them, steaming meats and soups, spices, vases of drinks. It seemed that there was no expense spared for their arrival. The King, Prophet of the Sand God, looked at them with calculating eyes. \"I imagine the College has questions about my reign.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nAt Ssarak's signal, Meirin bursted through one of the windows. She relied on Ssarak to provide a distraction as she moved in with her weapon ready to strike down any foe. This thief was no ordinary robber; his skills and agility told her that he was at least a professional, possibly even an assassin. She wouldn't be surprised considering the things they ran into when they go to Djarkel. And the fact that they went after a specific package, an important one no less, made it too obvious to Meirin that this was the work of someone working from the shadows. And if that was the case, than these thieves wouldn't be alone.\n\nMeirin had only managed to grab her monk's spade from the carriage, though she had a couple of star knives on her too. She took out two of them and looked for any foe trying to hide to foil their sneak attack. Meirin herself hide within the shadows of the building, taking full advantage of Ssarak's distraction and everyone else coming in at the same time. \"I'm inside. How many enemies do you see Ssarak?\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Nox Alignment Ceremony\n\n,@Lucius Cypher, @May, & @Luna\n\n\nDarell closed his eyes, bracing for the pain that would follow and tried to scramble back before he lost his grip. The beast's tentacles reached for him just when two fireballs shoot out at the creature's side. It screamed inhumanly while smoke flew off its hide, searing many dark tentacles and catching the beast's attention. Taking the chance presented, Darell pushed himself upward. His foot reached and tried to find purchase, only to slip back down and nearly caused him to lose his footing. \n\n\"Shit!\" He cursed again. \n\nThe Uth that Helena hit wasn't quite down as it turned its attention onto her. Jaws snarled and snapped, drool dripped from its maw at the treat nearby. Thump! The beast felt the decay magic spread rapidly from its wounds as it snaked through its system. It screamed and tried to claw out the blade only to topple then die. \n\nDrake's, however, was a bit more durable. It took the hit and shook itself, before dropping the man's foot as he back peddled away. Baring teeth, its hooves clattered across the floor and charged toward Althalus. \n\n~Althalus~ \n\nAthalus' Uth growled then lounged. Its tentacles smacked across the front of itself to shield its body and its maw clamped down on Athalus' hand with his remaining dagger. \n\nUncovering Shadows\nLyn, Hysteria (Djarkel)\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nLyn bit her lip. She thought a moment, considering the request and her own abilities limits. Her arms wrapped about herself as she thought back to her lessons. In theory it was possible that she could protect him by using her plants. Mostly if she focused on it solely and wasn't interrupted, but she worried her skill level was far lower than she had hoped. In addition, the window above would have to remain open in order for her to be of any use at all. If Ssarak got hurt, not only would Mei kill her, but she would be responsible for it. Lyn inhaled as she shrugged the worry off. \n\nThe fight was likely to be most difficult. Especially since she doubted they would simply surround and allow themselves to be arrested, at least if they were good thieves. She had a hard enough time in sparring matches with her god father, could she actually take a life in cold blood let alone in self defense? A childish, naive part of her didn't want to learn. Not speaking for several more moments, she let the others speak in her silence. \n\nShe flinched at Keri's irritation as the vampire snapped at Ssarak, insisting it wasn't preplanned. When Keri turned to her then asked if she could make some plant dummies and place them around the door, Lyn nodded that she could. \n\n\"I can, and also I can support from up here. Through the main issue is the hatch because leaving it open will expose me and if any of them have any long distance weapons, that could an issue,\" she admitted and voiced her worry. Instinctively she pulled her seeds, what was left of them, from her belt. She took a single seed then pulsed her magic through it. The seedling began to sprout before it formed a Y shape and strung a small, rubbery vine between the two top points. It was a crude slingshot for the moment but it would do for her purposes. \n\nLyn frowned at Ssarak when he stated he could create enough distraction for all of them causing her eyebrow to raise. Not figuring this was the time to argue, she moved into position near the hatch. She readied her weapon as she looked to the Esyire to lead the assault. When his count hit go, Lyn pulled back her first seed then readied her aim. \n\n-Within the Warehouse- \n\nEverything was silent. Boxes piled on top of each other creating haphazardly towers about the stone floors, providing excellent cover for those within. Light poured in from the overhead hatch and illuminated the Esyire to all those present. Everything seemed bizarrely silent for the warehouse which one might question of the students actually were correct in their assumptions that the thief had come here. \n\nSeveral things happened at once. \n\nA weight on chain came flying out of the nearest shadow to Ssarak's back. It was aimed at the Esyire's joint where the wing and back connected, intending to cripple him. Any attempts to grab would be retaliated on for certain. A inkling, if the assault's mind was being read, would reveal another Esyire who was older, faster and had a knack for Nox magic at the novice level. Through it was unlikely his magic could reach the same level as the other students, it was still likely to be crippling should he use his breath. \n\nMeanwhile, Lyn leaned out to shot the seed from her sling-shot. Her eyes narrowed and focused on the Esyire whose movement revealed himself, only to hear the twang of a crossbow release. It came from the far side of the room where the deepest shadows were. A place where Meirin had likely hidden herself upon entering the building. \n\n \"Shit!\" Lyn cursed out loud, her figure jerked back to attempt to avoid the arrow. The seed, on instinct, bursted in her hand and immediately hardened into bark causing the arrow to embed into the surface. Frightened and surprised, the hybrid landed back on her ass end with a heavy thump right when the hatch slammed shut. It would take her several moments to get it back open, but at least she would be safe from attacks for the time. \n\nWhen the hatch slammed shut, there was shuffling in the shadows where the arrow came from and already the man was busying reloading a new shot. It was unlikely he would remain where he was when he fired again so the students better move fast.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nHelena started to back up again, but the beast was taken down before she had to worry too much about it. Once it was crumpling to the ground, she hurried over, retrieving any knives she passed on the way, and went to help Darell back onto even, solid footing again. \"C'mon, let's get you back into the fight.\" Not that she wanted to do more fighting, but she'd also wanted to get out of their alive. He came up and got onto his feet, she took that moment to look around again, see where Annabeth and Collete were and if Athalus was handling the one that had gone for him. She was sure that he was, he'd been the one to actually kill any of them, she'd only distracted and wounded. \n\nWhich she did again, once she let go of Darell's hand, lighting up the one going after Drake and the others, helping them out as she could so they all could get out of there. But when she was done, she was panting a little bit. It was pushing at her limits now, at the very least her limits of control. They needed to get out of there soon.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "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": "The woman wasn't expecting for this to happen. In a way the young woman had a feeling something would go wrong. After all who steals something in broad daylight that? They must have known they were coming. They must have known there was a vampire with the group. With this factor in motion the young woman was literally forced back into a human. Fine with her considering this manageable. The chest might have damaged her knee but this wouldn't stop her. Only death would stop the girl.\n\n\"You and your friends,\" his tone held a smug and cocky tone in each word, \"should never have followed. Now you will not live to see another day!\" \n\n\" We do seem to pop into situations like this a lot do we? Hmmm... Honestly I never thought about this before. It felt so natural considering these people are my friends and family. Perhaps we will have a long talk about learning each other's fighting styles after this mission. Then again I would die for each and everyone of this people. So if today is the day I'm killed for those I love and care for then so be it. Though I hate to be the bearer of bad news but this isn't the day.\" The woman remarked placing her hand into the bag at her side. Some of them had broken do to the impact earlier. Fair considering she hadn't completely thought the movement out completely. The limb grabbed four candies out, popping the sweets into her mouth, the other gripping the shield tighter. \" Since you're my opponent I'm wondering if I should just place the shield and sword on the ground. Then again I can't guarantee you won't fight fair so I'm leaving the choice up sir. After all we're one semi-equal terms.\"", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "Diplomacy at Yarosmere\n\nAramir was slow to follow the group, her bow still out. She kept her eyes on Yolin, the only living threat in the room that she could do something against, and followed. She didn't trust them to not do anything, but much to her surprise, the King merely held a hand out to Yolin and they were allowed to leave. She barely heard Darius as they entered the parlor, immediately destringing her bow and going to Mar's side. \"Hey.\" She said softly, standing next to the Naga and putting hugging her. \"We'll make this right. The college won't stand for this, and we'll fix it. We can't undo what's been done, but we can bring justice. I'm sorry Mar. We need to go though.\" She reached into Mar's pocket, fishing out the stone. In an instant, she had cracked it in her hands. A moment later, Resistance Members were leaping out of the shadows, armed and ready for a fight. \n\nMuch to their surprise, there was nothing to do. Rather than waiting for an explanation, they hurried everyone back through the shadows and out of the Palace, not feeling safe at all.\n\nOnce back into the Resistance Headquarters, the College students informed the leaders what had happened. Sahra cursed quietly and the man merely shook his head, moving deeper into the Headquarters. Thanking the students for trusting them, giving them the pick of recently stolen weapons for the trouble they had been through, and beseeching them to get the aid of the College in the ongoing rebellion in Yarasmere, Sahra opened more portals, quickly sending them outside of College grounds. They had much to tell the teachers.\n\nMISSION OVER. \n\nBack in Yarosmere\n\nYolin looked at the King, confused. \"Why did you let the hereteics go, my lord? They were aligned with an abomination.\" The King smiled slightly, shaking his head. \"The Sand God has plans for everyone, Yolin. Even Heretics and abominations. They have not yet achieved their purpose. They will though. In time.\"\n\nHe walked back into the palace halls, calling back to Yolin as he did so. \"Clean up the mess, and make the army ready. War is coming.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)" } ]

[ { "text": "Location-College\n\n\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nSummer was just coming back from her Yasomere mission. She felt tired; her hair was all ragged and disgusting. Smiling she walked faster towards the familiar gates of the college. Seeing them reminded her of when she first arrived here. She thought about the little tower that had become her home those 8 long years ago and only hoped it was alright. It was her last link to her parents. She could only hope her parents were alive and well, even if it's away from her.\n\nShe stopped her fast walking, her mind wrapping around the sadness and unsolved confusion of the entire thing, that day was suppose to be a happy day for her, but it turned out to be the second worst day of her life, her first being the day her mage blood nearly killed her. Reaching up, she fingered the crown like thing that was on her head, she could feel the remnants of her mom's powerful magic inside the small jewel, which sealed her mage blood until she was ready to control it, one section of a time.\n\nSeeing she was getting left behind, she walked again towards the college and stopped when she saw a person she didn't recognise in front of the gates. Smoothing her hair, she walked towards the person and realized it was a male.\n\n\"Hello\" her soft voice said.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Summer Flores" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nIn many ways, a mental fight could mirror a physical one. The strength of an attack, the timing, giving proper preparations for defense: they were all vital to success. Ssarak and his doppelgangers all stood at a safe distance, not advancing nor retreating. So far, he had not yet even raised his weapon against the attacking Esyire, and yet, he had already attacked full-force. The Esyire's mind was distracted, and an opportunity had been created. Ssarak just had to avoid letting it slip away. This man was a mercenary, which meant that his conviction could possibly be shaken. \n\n\"You see? I do not wish to harm you. There is no need for any of us to be hurt. You have been deceived.\" Ssarak began, each sentence originating either from himself, or one of his doppelgangers. All the while, he was tugging at the strings of the Esyire's mind. He was careful not to do so as overtly as he had to distract his mind in the first place. Instead, he manipulated emotions tugging at the thoughts in the back of his mind. Whenever the Esyire locked eyes with Ssarak or a doppelganger, he suppressed emotions of anger, and instead encouraged those associated with authority and trust. Ssarak wanted to push his mind in the direction to believe the words that followed. \"The package is certainly important, but the gold is not worth your lives. Think about it: if your employer is willing to pay so greatly for this thing, would we not also have our best protecting it? They were counting on you escaping your pursuers. The College is a force of equal strength to entire kingdoms, due to our mastery of magic. This is not a fight you can win, but it is one you can survive, and even profit from still. Your allies will fall to mine if they continue to fight, and while I do not relish the idea of killing my kin, I shall do so if you force me to.\"\n\nRight on the mention of their race, Ssarak, encouraged just a few hints of pride within the Esyire; just enough to bring up the thoughts of kinship that one could feel towards another of their own kind. Particularly for Esyire outside the homeland, members of their race were few and far between, and they were more often outsiders within any given group. Ssarak was an Esyire, and therefore one who could understand whatever position this Esyire was likely in. Those were the ideas that Ssarak's magic was attempting to strengthen. \"You can be forgiven for attacking us, and rewarded for helping us. For a fellow mage, the college can offer money, but also so much more. Do not throw your lives away; you can all survive this.\" \n\nAs soon as he made mention of the Esyire's companions, Ssarak once again delved into the memories that it brought up. He wanted to know if these other mercenaries were friends that the Esyire cared about, or just people he happened to be working with.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "The eerie silence was rather unsettling for the vampire, making her grip tighten more on the handle, as the wait continued. A few more moments of silence between them as his foot moved the chest away in order to add tension to this encounter, making the girl question her methods, than it happened. Quick snapping of the finger causing three colors to blind together fairly well. Slowly the woman's stomach churned as a vile taste formed upon her tongue.\n\nNaturally the enemy had to be a pyromancer. Naturally these people had to choose the middle of broad daylight to attack. Ever single student was forced into a sticky situation without any type of warning. The one thing she wasn't expecting was that one quick movement. Keri forced the shield upwards, angling it just enough to keep the man's motion stopped, and for a bit of pushing back. The girl's sword was swiped to his side in attempt to either force the human back or hit him.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak was not expecting the sudden outburst of flames, to be certain. For a few, very brief moments, it raised quite a few questions in his mind which he had a hard time believing would possess reasonable answers. Between the Esyire's thoughts and the words he screamed, it did not take too much effort for Ssarak to piece together what happened. The way the Esyire spoke seemed to suggest that he knew it would happen, which begged the question of why he, or any rational mercenary, would accept such a job to begin with. Why in the Inferno would anyone who was just working for coin agree to put on something that would allow said employer to immediately kill them at any time? Ssarak worked as a mercenary for a time, and if nothing else, he would have suspected that the employer could easily turn on them once they had secured the package. To Ssarak, it seemed insane, but he did not have time to dwell on such thoughts. \n\nThe Esyire, in his panic, was running for an exit, towards at least one of Ssarak's friends. He could still be dangerous even in his last moments, so Ssarak followed after him. Being that the Esyire was on fire, Ssarak wondered if he might now be more susceptible to illusions. It did not seem likely that he was paying close attention to anything except his own pain. As such, Ssarak attempted to shift his perceptions to guide him away from anything dangerous he might end up setting ablaze. He shifted the apparent position of crates, other obstacles, and the exit itself to try and keep him from causing more harm.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nAs the thieves started to make their escape, Ssarak's priorities shifted. The fire was a serious concern, and not one he was going to take lightly. They needed to get out of the warehouse just as quickly as the thieves were. As quickly as he could, Ssarak sent a telepathic message to all of his allies. \"A fire is spreading; secure that package and evacuate the warehouse as quickly as you can!\"\n\nAs he scanned the minds of his allies to get a sense of their status, Ssarak heard Lyn's thoughts, and the apparent danger that \"they\" were in. Whoever \"they\" might be; he seemed to remember both he and Keri leaving the roof.\n\nGetting as much of a run up as he could, Ssarak ran forward, jumped, and flapped his wings as hard as he could to get as much distance off of the ground as he could. The interior of the warehouse was cluttered, so an actual \"flight\" was not possible, but he was able to use his wings to essentially jump to the top of some of the higher stacked crates, then jump again to the roof hatch he had dropped through initially. \n\nSsarak climbed up through the hatch as quickly as he could, but his general bulk still made that take a few moments. In that time, he saw a large Orc woman throw another stranger to the ground, then flee off of the roof. Lyn, meanwhile, looked drained from the all-too-recognizable signs of blood sickness. Ssarak himself was feeling fatigued from his own magical exertions, so if she had been fighting someone, he could only imagine that she had pushed herself to her limits. \n\nQuickly, Ssarak peered into the surface thoughts of the stranger on the ground. Naturally, there was aggression towards the Orc he had just been fighting, but none of the thoughts towards Lyn were similarly hostile. Whoever he was, he was obviously not with the thieves, so Ssarak set his sights back on the Orc. \n\nOnce again, Ssarak took to the skies, leaping off of the roof in the same direction as the Orc. He needed to act quickly, but he could not risk using his magic for any significant spells. He had exerted himself heavily during the fight in the warehouse, so trying to use more magic now could just end up debilitating him. But, he was still more than capable of fighting through more traditional means, and he wanted a prisoner. If he could spot the Orc, he would swoop down upon her full force with his mace. He intended to disable her, even if it meant breaking some bones, but more than that, he wanted to see if he could quickly find and remove her rune as well so that she did not also burst into flames.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "SNAP\n\nThat sound was the worst thing Henri could possibly hear at that moment. He didn't even need to look to understand what happened. Lyn wasn't able to hold the orc anymore. The time was now. Henri had to do something that second, otherwise she would simply cut him down with her machete.\n\nHastily proceeding to the second part of his 'plan' Henri jerked her arm and shifted his weight to knock her down, but he wasn't expecting her to throw herself backwards as well. With a heavy impact, Henri fell to the ground, his back hitting the roof with full force making him let out a pained gasp and loosing his grasp at the woman for a second. But that was all that she needed, grabbing Henri's leg with a renewed vigor, she tried to break his leg with a tight grasp. Henri would already dead only if wasn't for the fact that she had dropped her weapons.\n\nThere wasn't much more to do, Henri was completely out of strength, he was tired, his muscles protested every time he moved and he was almost passing out due to his hunger. Lyn was not in a good state as well, the spell she used drained her completely.\nBut once again, lady luck smiled to Henri once more as a loud voice coming from somewhere said that it was time to retreat.\n\n\"We will meet again… and next time, you will die.\" The orc woman said, already up and rushing towards the edge of the roof.\n\n\"Next... time, I won't be... tired, hungry and thirsty...\" Henri said, breathing heavily, almost passing out, but still with a provocative smile on his face.\n\n\"I'll surely look forward to our next... dance.\" He said, kneeling on the ground and trying to get up as the orc woman fled the roof.\n\nLyn and Henri were safe... for now. But Henri was in a bad state. Probably worse than Lyn. Even if he tried to get up, his legs didn't have enough strength to even sustain her own weight, and his vision was getting blurry and dark. Even though he fought to keep his eyes open, his body was simply too tired...\n\n\"Lyn... We might have a... small problem....\" He said, with an awkward smile on his face, blinking his eyes and trying to focus on her, but he only saw a big blur on the place where Lyn should be.\n\n\"Going to the college on foot and not packing any... Provisions, might not have been the brightest idea...\" He said, leaning to the side and falling on the ground.\n\nBefore his vision went dark, the last thing he could see was a man getting out of a hatch on the roof with a pair of wings on his back. Together with the strange winged being, he could smell and see a pillar of smoke getting out of the hatch.\n\n\"Hey... Angel... The 'old man' will get mad at you... if he sees you 'down there'.\" Henri said with a chuckle and a mischievous smile, making a joke about the stranger's aspect before his vision went completely black...\n\n@EliteCommander", "username": "13org", "char_name": "Henri Larue" } ]

[ { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nBack at School \n\nHelena noted the way that she was looked at. She was sure the other girl was gawaked at for her height around others. But as she looked her over more she noted that it was much more than just her height. Her brow quirked some as she wondered what it was that had disfigured her so. And yet hadn't touched her face.\n\nShe took the offered hand in her much smaller one though she shook with a strength that her size hide. She was decently strong for her height and weight. \"Well it is a pleasure,\" she replied with a smile, dropping her hand back down to her side before sliding both of them in through her belt. \"Rather gathered you were a student though.\"", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "After quite an eventful first encounter, Henri was finally going to the college. Even though the people who were with Lyn were prepared for anyone who got wounded, Henri didn't receive even a scratch, other than his sore and exhausted body, of course. After resting for a bit, he was ready to go. Lyn, on the other hand, needed some special care. From what Henri understood, she got sick because she used too much of her magic. Henri was a lot of things, but he wasn't heartless. Lyn was such a fragile, innocent girl... He felt a bit responsible for how she felt after their fight with the orc woman. If he was in a better physical condition, she wouldn't have to force herself like that...\n\nAlready on the carriage, Henri sat down near Lyn. But instead of talking to her, teasing her & etc. He simply stood quiet, looking through the window. Many thoughts passed through his head at that moment... Even though orcs were difficult opponents, he should be more than capable of handling himself... Maybe he was neglecting his training? Albeit short, it was undeniable that the time he spent out of the circus, he didn't train like he was used to. Maybe that was taking a toll on his flexibility and agility?\n\nInterrupting his thoughts, Henri felt something snuggling up to him. To his surprise, it was Lyn. Worried that if he moved he would scare her away, so he gently and slowly turned his head towards her. Her skin felt a bit colder than usual... it was a bit strange... Maybe that was because what happened after the fight...\n\nWith a chuckle and a discreet smile, Henri gently put his hand over her head, gently passing it through her hair. Looking at her like that, she looked like a small animal. Innocent and fragile. To think that such a delicate little thing passed through so much was really surprising. He would leave the teasing for later, for now, Henri would just let her rest. Looking through the window again, he resumed his thoughts.\n\n\"Twilight College just ahead, folks.\" The driver said, alerting Henri and making him quickly pull back his hand, which he inadvertently \nkept over Lyn's head, playing with her hair. Exactly as Henri thought it would happen, Lyn was the first one to get out.\n\n \"Oh, geeze… ow…owie!\" Henri heard Lyn saying as she stretched herself.\n\n\"So... This little kitten is finally awake!\" Henri said with a chuckle and an amused expression as he got down from the carriage.\n\n\"Not a big fan of cold?\" Henri asked, looking to Lyn with a mischievous smirk, obviously referring to what happened on the carriage.\n\nThe trip was a long one, and just like Lyn, Henri also needed to stretch himself, albeit in a... slightly different way...\n\nAs he walked towards her, in a slow and fluid motion, Henri leaned forward, putting one hand on the ground as one of his legs went up, followed by his other hand down and his other leg up, ending as he returned to a standing up position right besides Lyn, in the same slow, fluid way, continuing in the same speed as he was when walking. As he did so, you could hear his joints snapping.\n\nAs he stopped near her, he looked to the college in front of him. He had never been there before. It would really be an interesting experience.\n\n\"The college is really something, huh?\" He said.\n\n\"So, can you show me around? I'm really curious about everything.\" He said laughing.", "username": "13org", "char_name": "Henri Larue" }, { "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": "Lyn, College\n\nLyn had completely missed Henri's surprise in her comment, her attention fully on Leith. It was likely for the best or she might've thought she said something wrong. Due to the nature of her situation, the woman had been completely isolated from certain facts that her childhood wasn't normal. \n\nShe let a small chuckle escape her lips when Leith brought up the gift he gave her. Gingerly her hands reached into the pouch and shoving Tyrael's stone aside, pulled out the small rune. \n\n \"I'm very happy you did. Do you know how hard it was to not say over half of what I wanted at that age? It was even harder not to mentally speak using only this. I mean, it's a lot easier and you get so much more information out in one reply then when you have to take a breath.\" \n\nBefore Lyn could reply to Henri's last statement, her ears caught someone approaching them. \n\nLyn's eyes popped wide open when she spotted her godfather. His usually twisted, the grey mass was broken by several flowers growing on the surface. They shattered the usually dull pattern with their bright petals in full bloom as Tyrael occasionally ripped them out, crushing the delicate plants in his fists briefly. If she didn't know better, she suspected he had been snooping somewhere he wasn't supposed to be. \n\nAfter the surprise wore off when Tyrale replied, Leith offered to take the written report to Lucilia. An unsettling sensation nudged at the youth that something off. However, she couldn't fully accept what it was. Unable to place it, she remained quiet about it and nodded her head in agreement. Though she couldn't hide the blushing that followed Leith's last statement, unsure if he was talking about Ssarak and Mei or Henri and her. \n\nStill smiling at her godfather's keen instincts, she was relieved to be able to do what Henri originally suggested without interruption. A thought then crossed her mind. As Grey addressed Henri, she stepped into the strong scent zone. It didn't bother her badly since her tongue was her main scent organ and her nostrils for breathing, making it easier to tolerate the air. \n\n \"Professor, sir,\" she began playing along with his image, \"Do you know if mother has returned or not?\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "Althalus \n\nHe whistled softly to himself, making his way through the college. He didn't remember much after getting to the center room. Cursing and fighting. Sudden surprise and fear. Then he woke up, the teacher summoning him back and demanding to know what had happened. He didn't know, much to the frustration of both of them, and they all loaded up and went back to the college. The mission, as crazy as it had been, was mostly complete. He cleaned himself off upon returning, and checked how Mar's and Lyn's missions had gone. Not well. Mar barely escaped with her life from a mad king that would have all to happily gutted her alive, and Lyn nearly killed herself by jumping from a building she was in no position to reach across. He couldn't find either of them, Mar he believed was hiding herself to recoup and balance. Hopefully not repress as well. Lyn, well, he'd find Lyn in one of her hidey holes sooner or later. She had to know he had found out about her stupid risk, and wanted to avoid his rebuke.\n\nFor now, he was looking for Helena, as the girl had asked him (repeatedly) to train her how to be better at fighting than she currently was. With nothing better to do, and the strong feeling that no matter how many times he told her no she'd keep bothering him to do so, Althalus was looking for her and one other person to help. He smiled. This was going be fun. Not for Helena, of course, but he was going to thoroughly enjoy himself. Alaira was an enthusiastic trainer, more than enough to get Helena started on her training she was so eager to start. Who knows? If he was lucky enough she'd give up on the whole endeavor and leave him alone. Having someone from Port Slaughter be so interested in him was dangerous. Not that she'd ever figure it out, but still. He didn't need someone like that around Lyn.\n\nAlthalus rounded the corner, catching Alaria's final words, his grin growing broader. \"Ah! The two women I was looking for. Alaira, I see you've met Helga already. She's asked me to train her on how not to be utterly terrible at fighting with knives. For the sake of that, I was looking to recruit you to help out. Would you mind too terribly to go with us to the training yard? Can't whatever you've got to do today wait a little longer?\" He gave his best winning smile, looking up at the tall elf.\n\n@May", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "Lucilia Riovas\n\nLucilia soon returned towards her office carrying a small basket of blood candies. This was one of the more recently successful batches that Lucilia was going to box and send out as gifts to her allies in Djarkel and Eania, hopefully this might make some of the more independent covens more interested in collaborating with the college in the future. Speaking of diplomatic missions, she noticed Leith sitting outside of her office. Last she remembered she had sent him on a mission into Djarkel to speak to some of the college's allies. She hoped that everything turned out well for them, though Leith seemed sad. He was slumped against the wall like he had just hurt a friend's feeling. Not wanting to sour his mood, Lucilia crept over and playfully poked his cheek with a flower. \"Boop. Hello Leith. Why so glum?\"\n\n\n\nTyrael Marchosias\n\n\"Oh?\n\nHenri would feel a burning sensation in his back as Tyrael glared at him. The flowers that were on his body began to wilt as his temperature rose, a good sign that Tyrael was about to activate his magic. His arms grew bigger and his fingers extended into sharp bladed claws as the demonomancy teacher her the newcomer flirt with Lyn. \"What is this? An intruder in the college? We cannot allow that.\" Tyrael's black eyes looked into Henri's soul to mark him for death, or at least that's how it felt. For the most part Tyrael just looked like he was about to tear someone apart, partly out of intimidation, mostly because he really was and was only holding back because of the flowers that were now actively constricting his body.\n\nOf course Tyrael had to calm down at some point, which was when Grey addressed him. Tyrael's claws turned back into hands, though his notably bulkier arms remained. \"Hmph. I am fine. Just Lucilia's magic trying to ward off demons again.\" Grey seemed to have Henri handled for now, allowing Tyrael to focus his attention back to Lyn. Though he still looked like he was on the verge of mayhem, his expression soften (subtly) as he looked to Lyn. \"I do not, miss Lyn. I have actually come to see if she has arrived, but I believe she has. Her team came sometime ago and she was not reported missing. I am certain that your mother is just resting. For now let us go and rest as well. Professor's orders. Later we may bring your mother something fresh to eat.\" In Lyn's company Tyrael relaxed, his arms returning back to normal as he turned to guide the students to the dinning hall. Normally they'd have to walk on the sidewalks, but it was faster going through the snow. For those who didn't want to get their feet wet, Tyrael would make a path as he walked through the snow, melting a path thanks to the heat radiating from his body. The flowers remained wilted, yet still showed stubborn signs of life.\n\n@13org@EliteCommander@Freeshooter92", "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": "☆ 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": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose \n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nSsarak could not help but to smile as he breathed in the fresh air through the window beside him. At least on the surface, the land seemed to live up to the reputation it held. He would not want to stir up any debate by speaking his thoughts aloud, but he felt that he preferred it to the destination of his previous mission. This festival seemed like something he might actually enjoy far more than the parties he had attended in Djarkel. For one, his clothes were far more comfortable than the strange attire he had worn to fit in among the Djarkel nobility. Not to mention, it was much more bright and vibrant in color. The oranges and reds of his tunic stood out against his black scales. He had with him his blade, though it was currently in the form of a simple knife that any common person would carry as a tool. \n\nAlso helpful was the fact that they were not really on an \"assignment\" at all. They had no tasks to perform, or objectives to complete. They merely needed to enjoy themselves in a way that reflected well upon the College. Just being present and avoiding causing trouble would suffice. \n\n\"I would call myself excited, yes. It reminds me of my first time in Feldor.\" Ssarak commented. \"It might not have been as vibrant or colorful as this place, but to a young Esyire who had never seen more than a somewhat large collection of huts and small buildings, it could not have been more alive. Though, I cannot say I have been to a festival like this before. Does anyone have any ideas in mind for what they intend to do first?\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\n\nHelena looked between Henri and pretty much everyone else in the carriage and rolled her eyes some. She understood Henri pretty well. The two of them were very much alike in a lot of ways. She figured that if Athalus didn't have Lyn to think about, he'd probably like Henri a bit more. The three of them weren't all that dissimilar after all. But Lyn was there, and whether Henri was actually interested or not didn't matter, because Athalus had already decided he couldn't be interested.\n\n\"Or how about we all stop ganging up on Henri,\" she sighed, looking over to her friend seated not that far away. She gave him a playful little wink and a smile that let him know she was on his side. She understood what the other's were saying as well, but that didn't mean that they had to be so rude to him. He obviously had had experience in the past, where most of them probably didn't in the same way.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" } ]

[ { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\n\nShe flushed a little when he told her not to be jealous. She wasn't jealous. She was a little frustrated perhaps, but not jealous. Jealousy would imply that she cared if Henri was interested in Lyn as well. Even if he was only interested in Lyn she wouldn't be jealous. Well at least not for longer than like a day. But it would never be enough to make her bitter or angry with either of them. \n\nShe looked to the other girl when she hissed, noting that it sounded painful, pulling her face free of Henri's hand. Her brows furrowed slightly and she looked at Lyn with confusion and concern. \"Lyn…\" she started before the other girl quickly excused herself and took off. Helena took a small step after her, calling her name again, but she didn't make it far before Keri was stepping in to reprimand Henri again. And a little bit her. \n\n\"What the…\" she started, but didn't get the chance to say more. She stood there, almost a little opened mouthed as both Keri and Henri went at it. Not one of them let her have a chance to say something that might have helped lessen this whole situation and instead just had the same conversation again that had already been had not more than five minutes ago.\n\nEven when Henri spoke to her she didn't get the chance to answer him before someone else was cutting in. Again. But at least this interruption came with less lecturing and more support of Henri. \"Leith is right,\" she agreed, taking Henri's hand again and stepping closer to him again. \"Mostly. I just think at this point it's wiser to just let things go until tempers have cooled.\" She looked up at Henri more, giving him a soft smile. \"I also think you're more in need of company now than before. You can't shake me that easily.\"", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Henri's mischievous and charming smile was gone, giving place to a hard and serious expression. It was clear to anyone who saw him right now that things were most definitely not ok. He felt like as the time passed, there were fewer and fewer people he could really trust if something went wrong. Reliable companions. Helena, Leith... And about Lyn... He wasn't so sure about her anymore... She was a good girl but...\n\n\"Ridiculous... Henri thought to himself, referring to that whole situation as he sighed deeply.\n\nFortunately, or maybe unfortunately another voice interrupted not only his thoughts but Helena as well... It was Leith. Apparently, he had heard what Henri just said to Helena and wanted to know what happened.\nHenri knew about the situation with the shapeshifter already, so it wasn't that big of a surprise when Leith said he was targeting the college.\n\n\"You surely heard what happened back in the carriage? How I was treated and threatened. And you surely know what has been happening between me and Tyrael since the very moment I put my feet on the college\" Henri said.\n\n\"You want the short version, right? It won't help you at all to understand the situation but there ya go: I asked Lyn to give Tyrael, Athalus and Alaira a message for me. It was basically \"Fuck off or else\". Lyn isn't the one to blame regarding all this bullshit with Tyrael, Athalus and Alaira, but she is the center of it. The only reason I'm being threatened, antagonized and disrespected like this is because I'm hanging around her. Apparently this offends her daddy dearest and it's goons.\" Henri continued.\n\n\"After that, Lyn freaked out, her arms started bleeding due to her powers and she ran away. That's it.\" Henri said, looking towards Leith.\n\n\"If you want to hear a bit more about it, the situation with Tyrael has been driving me on edge. It's not exactly comfortable living nearby someone who is your enemy, someone who is a threat to you, knowing that if something happens, no one will be on your side. Athalus and Alaira were the last drop. Do they expect me to be threatened like that, treated like that and disrespected and simply lower my head and accept it without saying anything? That won't happen. If they want to say whatever they want, they will hear what they don't.\" Henri continued, as he pulled one of his knives and started twirling it on his hand.\n\n\"The same goes for Tyrael. Have you ever asked yourself how I'm still alive? How do I always get out on top even when fighting against dangerous enemies? My tongue is as sharp as my daggers. In many ways.\" He said, still twirling the knife on his fingers.\n\n\"You say about working against our enemies, but I can't help but consider Alaira, Tyrael and Athalus as my enemies after all this. I was repeatedly threatened by them. I don't know if they will attack me or when they will attack me. If something happens, they're definitely not trustworthy. At least not for me.\" Henri completed.\n\nJust after Henri finished speaking with Leith, Helena finally was able to talk something. Stepping closer to him and taking his hand on hers.\n\n\"I also think you're more in need of company now than before. You can't shake me that easily.\" She said after agreeing with Leith.\n\n\"Yeah... Even if you didn't say that, I don't think I would be able to let you go after seeing this smile.\" Henri said. Even though he was still pissed off with all that situation, his expression became a bit softer after Helena's words.\n\n\"Thanks. I promise I'll make it up for not giving you the attention you deserve.\" Henri said, with a discreet smile.. Even though he was still upset, his expression was a bit less threatening than before. It appeared that Helena's words were effective.\n\nBut before he could say anything more they were interrupted once more. This time it was Ssarak. While Henri had never really talked seriously with Ssarak, he knew Ssarak was a serious guy, and definitely wouldn't put even more fuel on the fire.\n\nSomething serious he wanted to discuss with Henri? Henri simply raised an eyebrow after he heard that. He was obviously on the defensive after he heard that. After everything that happened, it would be weird if he wasn't.\n\n\"Is it really something so private and important that Leith and Helena can't hear?\" Henri asked, looking to Ssarak as he analyzed his reaction.", "username": "13org", "char_name": "Henri Larue" } ]

[ { "text": "Henri respected Leith, he always had a cool head, but still he didn't know very well if Leith could really say anything regarding that. Sure, he knew the other students and professors for much longer than Henri, but he wasn't feeling on his skin what Henri was. Despite disagreeing with some things that he said, there was a point that Leith seemed to agree with him. Tyrael was a threat. Henri wasn't comfortable around him. Not even one bit...\n\nBut before Henri could say anything more, Leith was quick to leave things on Ssarak's hands, claiming he was a better mediator. Henri didn't know Ssarak that well, but since Leith recommended him and say he would mediate things better than he could, it was worth a shot.\n\n\"Sorry for all this, Helena. And thanks...\" Henri said with a honest smile to the girl before he turned to Ssarak again.\n\nCarefully hearing Ssarak's words, he raised an eyebrow when he mentioned about the Shapeshifter. Sure, someone who could change forms at will was rather annoying... Especially because it could potentially disguise itself as one of the other students and most would have a hard time differentiating it from the real one.\n\n\"Yes. Don't think I haven't heard what you guys said about the Shapeshifter that are after us. I am aware of that fact.\" Henri said.\n\nAfter Ssarak gave a quick word to Helena, saying he wouldn't take long, he started speaking to Henri telepathically.\n\"I can see your point, and yes. There are only a few individuals I can say I know 'well'. Regardless, I don't think there is a valid reason for someone like Tyrael to threaten my life like that without reason or for many others not giving me an ounce of respect.\" Henri said.\n\n\"Don't they know how to act like civilized beings? Is it too much to ask to be treated fairly? I don't believe its... polite to interrupt one's conversation in a rather rude manner, without even being asked anything. Or even trying to kick someone, don't you think?\" Henri said, rolling his eyes, obviously irritated.\n\n\"But I will let you talk. I am rather curious about what will you say. Also, I've heard about the attack. Only rumors though. Hard to say what is only exaggeration and what really happened.\" Henri replied. He couldn't help but to wonder. What that had to do with the situation at hand?", "username": "13org", "char_name": "Henri Larue" }, { "text": "Althalus\n\n\"You don't trust me Darius? I'm wounded. To think that I would ever keep some of the winnings for myself. For shame, good sir. For shame!\" Althalus pocketed the coins despite his drama, eyes turning to watch as Leith now made his way over from Henri. We're just becoming oh so popular aren't we? It'll be a wonder if we ever leave this area. Aramir and Danica had the right idea, bailing immediately. He thought idly, waiting for the albino to get closer. \n\n\"Okay? What does that have to do with anyt-\" Althalus stopped as he felt something soaking his sleeve. Looking down at the message he felt a brief flash of panic at the mention of the Eternal Hunger, the bitch that had eaten his hand then left him for dead. He still got nightmares from that mission. As the message disappeared, not even leaving a trace behind, he looked back at Leith. \"Ha. Ha. I thought we were past the hand jokes? Regardless, message received. As I was saying, what does me being Lyn's father have anything at all to do with the current situation?\" His face fell as he connected the dots and he sighed rubbing a hand across it. \"Is that what he told you the reason for Alaira and I being so 'rude',\" he gave air quotes to emphasize how wrong he thought Henri was, \"to him? He's either even more of an idiot than I thought he was or he's a liar, and I genuinely hope its the latter, because liars are at least smart enough to know what's going on. I don't care that he's hanging around Lyn. I haven't cared for the months he's been around her before now. I do care that he doesn't seem to understand that his actions affect all of us, and that he thinks he can just treat nobles as he likes. That will get him, and us by association, in jail or worse. And if goon is the best insult he can come up with, he needs work on that. A lot of work.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" } ]

[ { "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": "Leith shrugged when Mei asked her question. \"Maybe that Uicle guy is running into some more bad luck. I've never saw anyone that had so many unfortunate things happen to him in such a short time. But we could move to the front and see what's going on.\" With that, Leith started moving through the group of students, offering hushed apologies to people he pushed bit harder than he needed to.\n\nLeith made it to the front just in time to see a student push the man in armor. A moment later, a rather large hammer landed where Uicle was standing. Leith turned his attention back to the teacher and watched him collide with a man. A box of daggers flew into the air, and then impaled themselves into Uicle.\n\nLeith just stared. They had been there for less than half a day, and there had been a death already.*Damn, that man was* really *unlucky,*he thought to himself before he saw the man that had been carrying the box of daggers start pulling them out of Uicle. He frowned. Why was that man unfazed at seeing Uicle like that? Leith's question was answered when the man told Uicle to stop and Uicle got up.\n\nLeith flinched. He had not been expecting that, and the more he thought about it, the funnier the fact that he flinched seemed to him. As he listened to Uicle's explanation, laughter was building up in his gut. He tried to hold it in, but after Uicle asked if anyone had any questions, all the air rushed out of his nose as he burst into a fit of laughter. He tried to stop, but he couldn't.\n\nAfter what seemed like forever, his bout of laughter came to an end. His sides hurt, and he felt light-headed. He could feel everyone's eyes on him. He looked at Uicle and gave him an apologetic smile. \"Sorry about that. I'm a bit tired, and I tend to laugh when I get startled. Mixing the two seem to have some interesting effects, as you can see. Anyway, I think that we should continue with the tour, and again, I apologize for the interruption.\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak walked over and grabbed his vest from beside his bed. \"If I had any plans, yesterday cancelled them. I do not believe I could, in good conscious, do nothing while the college could use my help. If you are going to help with repairs, then I will be right there with you. I am sure there are plenty of roles we can fill, though...I am fairly certain I know what kind of task they will have me performing. When you look like I do, there is really not much mystery in what others expect you to be capable of.\"\n\nAs much as Ssarak wished he could keep a joking mood, there were other worries he had that he was sure Meirin shared. In the aftermath of the attack, there was still much they did not know, and a few questions Ssarak desperately wanted answers to. \"I would also like to stop by the infirmary later, after it has calmed down enough that we will not be disrupting them with our presence. I want to know how many of my friends survived, and how many are injured. With all the chaos yesterday caused, I fear it might be days before we know for sure who did not make it.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "**Grey Onyx** \n\nGrey of course wasn't exactly a savant when it came to social cues, however, so he failed to notice Annabeth's distrust of him. He wouldn't be offended if he did, what with the total clusterfuck that went down last night. although he did notice she didn't seem to like it when he suggested a higher grip**\"That's the thing about war-axes, they don't reach as far as swords but they're easier to wield and they hit harder. But don't ever let anyone tell you they're faster...\"**Naturally, the common assumption was that swords were quicker than one-handed axes but that was garbage. All the metal you needed for the blade often made them just as heavy if not more so.\n\nAnnabeth? Seemed noble. She didn't look noble, or seem to act that way (to grey, this is a compliment however), though maybe her parents gave her that name for that very reason? anyway, she seemed distressed when she brought up yesterday, and he certainly didn't blame her. Then she asked her what a guard was doing not... guarding. With a sigh, he told her.**\"My CO told me to take the day off. Last night I fought this large demon and it smacked me around quite a bit... anyway, I guess I'm not at my best but I'd like to do *something* productive. So, I thought I'd come here to train. You know the rest.\"**He finished. At this point she may of noticed that he certainly didn't seem like a big demon beat the crap out of him, even if he did look a little tired. He didn't want to think about last night either, however, and he returned to the subject of fighting**\"How's that buckler serving you? If you want I can teach you how to use a proper shield...\"**He emphasized it by lightly tapping the wooden shield on his forearm with the training axe.**\"Sure it's not the biggest variety of shield but I'll be damned if my own hasn't saved my life on countless occaisions. Not just mine either.\"**", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" } ]

[ { "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": "Lyn\n\nAfter Alaira had cooled her food, slightly, Lyn had started to dig into the chicken.\n\nHer little fingers easily tore into the meat and skin, tearing it into smaller chunks before she popped it into her mouth where the flavor seemed to explode. Her mouth corners turned upwards in a little smile as she savored the taste. It was just right. She tried to remember her manners, careful not to smack her lips in greedy delight, but some things were often over looked in the act of pleasure when it came to filling her middle. Not realizing it, Lyn subconsciously licked her fingers clean with each bite. Her little teeth scraped them completely clean. Soon she was completely full.\n\nMeanwhile her toy had plopped itself upon the counter and had rotated its head, its beady eyes seemed to take in its surroundings while also looking for trouble. Every time someone had moved closer for more mead, the small bear's stuffed body tensed and paws curled to its side in a ready pose. Lyn had been so use to the idle toy's antics she didn't notice how some could see its movements as being hostile. By the time Ssarak and Meirin had started to approach, Lyn was already finished then felt slightly guilty realizing Meirin hadn't eaten. She had already communicated her worry to Alaira but it didn't matter now. Alaira had shifted both the empty's plates, Ssarak's and Lyn's, to the barkeeper who took both empty dishes then wiped them down for the next paying customer. When Ssarak nodded to, Lyn's eyes narrowed as she spotted Meirin's position wondering if something was wrong. However, any farther thoughts were gone when Ssarak addressed her personally. Her head jerked up and met his eyes, his body pulled down to her eye level making her smile at his words and even the ability to help. Lyn eagerly nodded her head. In moments, she was down off Alaira's lap, not once did she note the quick word exchange, and reached her hand for the Esyire's so he could lead the way. She only paused long enough to wrap her other hand about her bear's paw and tugged it along, the main body hung closely at her side.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "-snip-\n\n*Sighs*", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "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": "**Pitch Black**\n\nPitch noticed her hand running up her arm again. He grinned, a soft chuckle coming from his lips. When she spoke, he could hear her frustration and he chuckled a bit more.\n\n**Frustration**, he though, **frustration! Ha ha ha haaaa!**He rubbed his hands together, now actually paying attention to what she had asked. How long had he been there, she asked him. Hmmm. He had already lost count, but he knew he'd been there at least a few days. He mentally stabbed himself for losing count so quickly.\n\n\"Oh, I've just gotten here. Arrived a few days ago.\" he paused, watching her caress her own arm. What the hell was she doing? She seemed like a canine that attempted to scratch*itself*. \"What the hell're you doing?\" he asked, fully aware of the sarcastic tone in his voice.", "username": "louie221", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Ssarak graciously accepted the mug from Darius, though he was not quite enthused enough about their \"success\" that day to believe they deserved a celebration. But a drink to numb his worries for the moment? He could accept that. Lyn was still with him, though she and her toy now had their own chair instead of sitting in his lap. He had not yet had an opportunity to get out of his armor, but he supposed it would be safer to remain armored anyway, even in a settlement.\n\nAfter taking a drink of the mead, Ssarak gave a slight chuckle. \"I do not think I am quite ready for a celebration yet. I prefer to hold that off until the task is complete. Once we are back at the college, alive and unharmed, then I can be happy. Still, I do not mind a drink, as long as I do not overdo it. Although, as you might imagine, it does take quite a lot for me to become intoxicated, at least with drinks from Human lands.\"\n\nLooking up from his drink to pay closer attention to Darius, some questions formed in his mind, now that he had the opportunity to ask them. He knew a fair amount about Meirin and Alaira, but Darius was still mostly a mystery to him. Honestly, he did not seem like an individual that he*wanted*to get to know, but for the sake of their mission, he would rather know the people with which he was stepping into danger. \"Anyway, since we finally have a free moment, I have a question for you. A few, actually. I know Meirin and Alaira fairly well, who they are, their capabilities, and so on, but we are still mostly strangers. I know you are a swordsman, and by the way you fight, a trained one, but nothing beyond that. Perhaps we could learn a bit more about one another?\" He suggested.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Colette\n\nColette nodded when she heard her friend tell her to resummon her bat. Doing so quickly she gave it quick directions to distract the roc and the bat quickly went to the enraged roc attacking its eye making the usually noises that a real bat would make. Colette watched on worried for her bat as she looked at her friend \"Annabeth...\" she said as she felt the reassurance in the pat on her shoulder and turne dher attention back on her bat and saw how quick her bat was being beat down.\n\n\"Annabeth what do I do, the roc is going to crush him\" she cried out looking at her not knowing what to do, she wanted to strongly help her little friend, but she was once again feeling useless.\n\nSummer \n\nSummer sighed sadly she walked around the small tower that had been her home for 8 years. She heard whine and looked to see her father's old companion watching her silently and she smiled sadly walking over to him sitting down on the bed he was laying on. \"I miss them so much...\" she said her voice low and allowed her hand to guild across his soft gray fur.\n\n\"Where are you....you should have released me by now\" she said looking out the window to see it was once again raining. She sighed longingly missing the feeling of the rain against her skin. She felt tears going down her cheeks and she didn't even try to whipped them this time. She curled up and began to cry in her wolf companion's fur feeling the loneliness eat more of her already fragile heart.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "Grey heaved, still leaning to the cart for support as he finally managed to calm himself. It was alright, the creature was dead... Nothing could survive what he did to her... But he knew somewhere in the back of his head that he shouldn't have been able to... obliterate her head so completely with his fist alone, even with repeated blows. But there were more pressing concerns, such as diffusing a potentially nasty situation before his allies decided to turn on him. \n\nOf course, he would find an even more pressing concern, as some... animate blood formed into a near-perfect copy of him, right in front of him. He gasped in shock, stepping back against the cart at the sight... He shuddered, shaking his head as he quickly regained his composure. A doppelganger? Ha, that was far from the most disturbing thing he'd seen in the last ten minutes alone. \"Very well... I'm not fighting you.\" He said to his counterfeit, shaking his head once more. \"You know as well as I do that I know all your tricks, and you know all mine. It's pointless.\" He said, glancing to his allies...", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nMeirin nodded her head at Ssarak. Regardless of their thoughts about Alaira, they still needed to tell Lucilia everything else they found out. Grey asked them if they written a report and admittedly, Meirin did not. Ssarak might have, but Meirin intended to simply report what she knew about the mission in person. Not only that but they also had sensitive evidence to turn over as well. \"The sooner we give her our report the better. As you said, Lucilia is a smart woman. Not only that but we have things we need to give her that she'll need to look at.\" She didn't want to burden Lucilia any more than she already was... But frankly Meirin didn't really care, and the sooner she was finished with this the sooner Meirin could go deal with other things, like Alaira, or resuming her studies. Or going to sleep.\n\nTurning her head slightly to Satori, she wondered about what sort of creature could get inside the college. Maybe something that was already here? At least the college hasn't changed too much since they left. Always something going on to get wrapped up in. All the more reason to get these minor things out of the way. \"And I'm sorry to hear how your mission turned out Grey. Maybe once we're all done we could find time to get together and do something? I certainly wouldn't mind getting my mind off recent events.\" Meirin suggested as she began to walk towards Lucilia's door.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Lyn\n\nLyn nodded and wrapped her arms tightly about Alaira's neck, bracing herself for the climb up. Her eyes, however, stood wide open to watch the ground slowly grow more distance. She loved heights after all and often, she would climb trees to get that wonderful sense of vertigo that made her giggle and smile. Hanging upside down was rather fun most days she thought idly while Alaira reached the top. Lyn spotted Lucilia within the window, still attached to Alaira like a leech, while waving a small hand with the flower at the vampire sitting at her desk. At Alaira's shout and tapping on the window, the window was gestured open allowing the pair in. \n\nCrawling off Alaira as she flopped her feet on the wooden floor, her tongue flickered out to scent the sweet, robust scent she knew was coco. It made her think of one of the students while she moved toward the steaming mug, looking at it than gesturing with her finger to ask if that was for her. She had learned it was better to ask than assume, having gotten into trouble enough times over misunderstandings. \n\nAt seeing the flower held in her fingers, she smiled and remembered why she had come in the first place. The flower was a bit withered from the child's rough touch but still pretty intact, at least enough to tell Lyn had tried to be gentle with it. \n\nFor you. Lyn gestured from the flower to the teacher, setting it on the desk. Her eyes quickly returned to the hot coco and proceeded to attack it with excitement.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" } ]

[ { "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": "When Leith returned to the dining hall, he grabbed his plate that he had left at the head table and made his way to one of the nearby empty tables. He kept his eye on the head table and glanced around the room as he waited for Uicle to come back. As he was looking around something caught his eye. \n\nLeith smiled as he spotted Lyn running through a sea of legs as she made a beeline towards a table full of appetizers. He got up from his seat and made his way towards the table as well. He reached the table just as the child was attempting to pull herself up to view the contents of the table. \n\n\"Hey kid-whoa!\" Leith caught Lyn before she could fall to the ground. He helped her back to her feet and smiled at her. \"Hey kiddo. You okay?\" His smile widened as he remembered that he had a gift for Lyn. \"Also, I have a present for you.\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" } ]

[ { "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": "Colette Filiatraut,Nox Mission \nLocation-Nox\n\nColette growled, the pain just adding to the annoyance. Using her long fingers nails, she tried to cut the sticky, white threat that the damn creature, for some reason, to cover her with while ignoring the pain it was bringing to her exposed skin, mainly her stomach and arms. Each time she cut a new thread, another one was in her way.\n\n\"Ooooh this is so fucking annoying right now. I am not going to be a damn meal for that...thing!\" not caring for mannerism, she continued to spout out cuss words that could make a make a sailor blush. Lady or not, she wasn't a lady, right this second, it was not important. What was important is that she needed to get free and maybe slice and dice the creature who dared look at her as a meal.\n\nHearing Annabeth's voice rang out, her eyes turned to the female, who seemed to be trying to find the creature with her psychomancy, but looked to be failing badly.\n\n\"Annabeth. Look for a spider like creature\"Colette cried out to her, hoping the little description would be able to help her best friend out. Turning back to her task of getting free, she was able to make some progress, getting her upper body free.\n\n\"Atticus, Hyllos. I could use your help right now\" Colette held out her hand, her hand glowing a dark red color. Within moments, the flabbergasted demons appeared. Hyllos was the first one to see her mistress and flew to, her nuzzling her.\n\n'Mistress, we were so worried about you\"She said.\n\n\"I know.I need you two to free my legs and feet quickly\" The two demons nodded and began to claw the remaining white thread off her body. Once free Colette jumped back from the spot and flexed her hands. Colette's body was littered with red lines from where the threads had touched flesh. Picking up her rapier, she pointed it outwards.\n\n\"Time to teach it a lesson that I am not a meal\" Colette said.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" } ]

[ { "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": "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": "Leith nodded at Xyden's explanation for his armour and weapon. It was always good to be prepared. \"Fair enough. Just be sure that you don't cause any trouble that could put the college in a precarious spot. Relations aren't really that great between the armies, and something like a student or teacher attacking a soldier, or vice versa, might cause the relations to break. Who know's what might happen then?\"\n\nWhen Xyden asked for the favour that he had won at the Opening Ceremony, Leith smiled. He had been wondering when the Naga would ask him for his favour. His smile dropped when Xyden said that there were people from the army that were somewhere that they shouldn't be, and that the favour was that he should go grab the staff that weren't busy and tell them of the group while Xyden followed another group. Leith nodded. That wasn't a hard favour at all.\n\n\"Okay, I'll go do that. Remember what I said earlier. Oh! And by the way, I don't think that there is anyone from the way I came. Me, Ssarak, and Annabeth happened upon Mar, Althalus and, what was her name? I think it was Alaira. Anyway, Mar just had her kid and was taken to the medical wing.\" Leith said as hurried past Xyden and in search of either a gargoyle, a teacher, or a staff member, whichever he found first.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" } ]

[ { "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": "**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 was taken aback by Uicle's retort. While he had been expecting a slightly annoyed response, the harshness of it had been surprising. When Uicle took a deep breath, which made Leith raise an eyebrow, and said that his day had been bad, Leith started to giggle. Quickly, the giggles turned into chuckles, and from chuckles to full-blown hysterical laughter. After a few moments, he gained control and looked up at Uicle, a bitter smile on his face. \"I think I may have you beat if you say your day has just been bad. I believe I misspoke when I said my day had gone sour.\" Leith's smile turned into a grimace.\n\n\"Because I may have inadvertently caused the death of a student and her child.\" Leith felt sick to his stomach as he said those words, and he was sure that it was quite noticeable on his face. He looked up at the roof and swallowed as he felt a lump form in his throat. \"So what happened to you that made your day bad?\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Grey's Lucky Stars….\nVal wasn't happy. Her hands lifted at Lucilia's explanation and elbows set on either side of Grey's arms, suspended her tools in the air. She had paused in her work as her attention narrowed on the more petite vampire. How many times had she told folks, never mess Runes. The hold point of the kit was a temporary patch while Lucilia could then get her for a more permanent one. Yet now, of all times, the teacher decided to be selective in her memory? That didn't settle well with Val. Namely when it came to something this critical as she set back to her work, her mind distracted from her hard glare at Lucilia back to Grey when Lidda arrived.\n\n\"Next time, ye be gittin' me. Runes ain't somethin' ye should be messin' round wit. Not witout the gift n' as a teacher, youse should've know tis!\" Came Val's harsh scolding, her hands already began fixing the damage done. Despite the grave situation she couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship. Once she had done, Lidda did her part. The Vitamnacer mended the flesh and once more sealed the flesh, hiding the runes from sight, before stepping back to allow Lucilia her bit.\n\nVal breathed a sigh of relief when it was over. Her hand covered in blood as were Lidda's, but the man was going to be alright. Taking the tools to the makeshift sink, Val started to sterile them and washed off the red. Lidda however was checking the man's vitals, ready to keep him steady incase something had gone wrong. When the operation ended she was the first to speak up. \"Well, now that's over. Who's going to take him to the infirmary? I don't think Lucilia's got a cot for him to stay on and I would feel more comfortable if Sam and the others were tending to him. \"\n\n\"Ah'll take 'im. Was headin' thar anyway.\" Val said calmly while she put the kit back into its place. \"I hope tis is the only incident today. The armies are gittin' rather…prickly.\"\n\nGently, with the aid of a rune and her own strength, Val levitated Grey from the table. Her hand rested just under him and body ridged, she started to float him out towards the medical area. Her pace steady as she vanished down the hallways to drop off her charge within a returning Sam's lap.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "**Alaira Taenn** \n\nAs Alaira listened to the man, she felt more and more violent as time went on. She toyed with the notion of hitting him with a heavy stick until he went back to sleep, surely Lucilia wouldn't mind? BUt luckily for the guy's skull Lucilia had also apparently had enough, and decided to knock him unconscious in a slower, less brutish manner. After that, he was more or less bolted into his cot, before Lucilia turned to her. The vampiress ordered her to more or less make sure he didn't get back up, to which she responded with a groan. Now she had to babysit him? Whatever, he'd be asleep soon enough, and it wasn't like she had anything better to do. So, she hopped up on an unoccupied cot, and waited.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]

[ { "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": "**Grey Onyx**\n\nAs Grey thundered up the stairs, he was beginning to have doubts about his plan. Surely there was a better way? Demons could be awfully convincing, and perhaps the kid just... snapped. However, once he neared the top of the stairs, there was this stench of... death and insanity that washed over him, and when he reached the top, it was like he entered some kind of hell. Rotting corpse, charred corpses, blood, entrails, the whole nine yards. And he'd seen death but... the sheer savagery of this was... Sickening. No, there was no saving this kid. He blinked back memories of that village, the massacre that would have been prevented if he had just slain that vampire... NO. No mercy! He was LONG past mercy! He didn't enjoy it, but the only way for him to save the students and gods only know who else, was to destroy this monster.\n\nHe looked down the hall, and saw a door. Under the door, eerie lights could be seen, and through it, nightmarish chanting or screaming could be heard. He ran up to it, deciding a shoulder charge would leave him vulnerable, and Delivered a solid, rune-enhanced kick to the wooden door with all his might...", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "**Pitch Black**\n\nAs soon as the woman twitched when he spoke, he raised an eyebrow, expecting an answer. Seeing as she did not provide one, he let out a sigh. Never mind that. He noticed that she seemed to be a bit on-edge. Me, he though. He really didn't mind it, he was used to that. Nobody liked a madman. Well, he was a madman to them, to him he was a pretty cool guy. Kind of...\n\nThen his eyes wandered to her scars again. He was really curious to know how she got them. He'd given people scars before, but as many as this.\n\n\"How'd you get those?\" he said, pointing to one of them.", "username": "louie221", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Alaira Taenn \n\nAlaira simply sat there, breathing... She had to calm down... it was over... She noticed a boot out of the corner eye, and looked up to see the... other guy, the Yarosmerian one. Darius, probably. He crouched down, and asked a rather simple question. Not out of any real concern for her, but mostly out of concern for the job, which was enough, honestly. She groaned quietly, pushing off the ground as she rose to her feet, somewhat shaky. \"I-I'm fine... Just give me a few minutes...\" She mumbled, rubbing her head as she made her way to the cart. \n\nShe peeked into the back, and sighed in relief as Lyn seemed perfectly safe... \"L-Lyn? A-are you a-alright?\" She asked.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Lyn\n\nLyn pulled upright when a voice spoke to her, eyes settled on Alaira as she immediately tilted her head downward. Her arms wrapped about her bear and legs curled against her body. Most would've assumed her reaction was shame based, but both Alaira and her knew better. It something the child did when she was upset and believed she had done something wrong. Something that was her fault. Slowly her head nodded to answer Alaira while the bear merely casted a blaming glare. \n\nIt growled a bit and climbed toward the child, crawling into the gap between her legs and torso. Her arms instinctively wrapped about it and held it tightly, still confused to how she hurt Alaira. The seemed alert around Alaira now unlike before as if expected the woman to repeat her assault on Lyn. Then again, it never expected her to harm Lyn in the first place and seemed still worried its first assumptions might've been wrong in trusting the hybrid. Unable to stand the silence anymore, Lyn's finger pointed at Alaira and made a gesture she had associated with pain. \n\nStill hurting?", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "Darius watched as Ssarak left the camp. The fight was over, and this time, he felt like they had won. Of course, the only reason the other fight felt like a loss was because of Alaira. He glared at her while her back was turned before making his way towards what looked like a small storage shed. The shed had some sub-par weapons, foodstuffs, and torches. Darius grabbed one and left the shed. He walked over to Alaira and tossed the torch at her feet. \"Can you light this without burning down the forest?\"\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nLeith had been thinking during the entire trip back to the college and while he was getting healed. If anything was said to him, he never heard it. First he had set fire to the Eternal Hunger; he could still hear the screaming. Then there was the fight with his greedy copy. It was troubling to stare at his copy's body and think that that could have been him. The smell of food brought him out of his thoughts. He had wandered the halls and now he was at the entrance to the dining hall while he was thinking. He wasn't hungry, but he needed to sit down to gather his thoughts. He walked into the dining hall and sat at a table in the corner.\n\nThe most troubling thing that had happened during the mission was that the voice that spoke to him while he was fighting Greed. Leith looked at his right hand. The one that was slowly turning him into a demon. The voice meant that it was starting. It would continue to speak to him, begging to be used. Slowly tainting his soul until he became a demon. There was a choice he had to make very soon, and he was worried whether or not he would make the one he needed to make.\n\nLeith's thoughts began to wander as his eyes grew heavy. He laid his head on his arms. He was just going to rest his eyes. Then he'd go to his room and change out of his clothes. With that thought in mind, he promptly fell asleep.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Alaira Taenn\nAlaira Hmphed as Ssarak took flight, fucking off back to the cart and his girlfriend, and leaving her stuck with the rather unpleasant Yarosmerian... and she was one to talk. She could feel his glare boring into her back the whole time, though she was shaken from her idle, negative thoughts by something landing near her feet. A torch, by the looks. Wha- He needed her to light it? Why? Did the bandits have no means of lighting their own damn torches?... She kicked it back, the torch sliding to his feet. \"how about you light it, fuckhead? or did you forget you had the same damn blood I do?\" she asked, harshly... Even a novice could make enough heat to light a torch... Or he could use the smoldering campfire... Whatever he did, she didn't care: She wasn't going to mommy him. Besides, he should've taken a flint and tinder, like she did.\nGrey Onyx\nGrey had kept silent the entire journey, not daring to look Athalus in the eye... Luckly, he managed to keep himself occupied as he wrote his report on the total disaster that had been their mission. his report was short, and to the point. Though it left no detail uncovered, he was very brief. However, he was sure to mention that each had fought bravely, doing all they could to succeed under certain... disturbing circumstances. As well, he was sure to stress that Leith had deserved some sort of honors, as without his contribution death was certain. He did not list his own name among them. When they arrived home, he had utilized his considerable strength in carrying Mar to the infirmary, though he left without a word... He was their bodyguard, and they were each stuck in the infirmary while he himself remained healthy... he had failed them. He sighed, it was time to give his report...\n\nHe walked down the hall towards Lucilia's office, occasionally shouldering past a student... To see the man so upset was an unusual occurrence to say the least, and it had turned a few heads. Still, people left him alone. It wasn't like any of them knew him personally. He arrived without incident, greatly thankful that Zaad, or some other especially irritating person/thing hadn't appeared to make him even more miserable than he already was. He knocked on the door, slowly and heavily. \"Ms. Roivas?... Are you available?...\"", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Darius seethed at the way that the half-elf spoke to him. Small pops could be heard as motes of air were created and destroyed around him. Slowly, he picked up the torch and fought the urge to hit Alaira upside the head with it. The mission was almost over, Darius thought to himself. It wouldn't be worth it to kill each other. As he relatively calmed himself down, the popping stopped. He made his way towards the cave, walking past the firepit as he did so. He dragged the torch along dying embers, lighting the torch. \n\nDuring his search of the cave, Darius found several items that the Caravan Master could profit from. Once the cursory search was over, he kicked the locked door down an searched the room, taking note of the more valuable items. Once that was done, he started moving everything they could take out of the cave. Hopefully, he'd be done by the time everyone got back.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Darius Jura" } ]

[ { "text": "Lyn\n\nLyn nodded and wrapped her arms tightly about Alaira's neck, bracing herself for the climb up. Her eyes, however, stood wide open to watch the ground slowly grow more distance. She loved heights after all and often, she would climb trees to get that wonderful sense of vertigo that made her giggle and smile. Hanging upside down was rather fun most days she thought idly while Alaira reached the top. Lyn spotted Lucilia within the window, still attached to Alaira like a leech, while waving a small hand with the flower at the vampire sitting at her desk. At Alaira's shout and tapping on the window, the window was gestured open allowing the pair in. \n\nCrawling off Alaira as she flopped her feet on the wooden floor, her tongue flickered out to scent the sweet, robust scent she knew was coco. It made her think of one of the students while she moved toward the steaming mug, looking at it than gesturing with her finger to ask if that was for her. She had learned it was better to ask than assume, having gotten into trouble enough times over misunderstandings. \n\nAt seeing the flower held in her fingers, she smiled and remembered why she had come in the first place. The flower was a bit withered from the child's rough touch but still pretty intact, at least enough to tell Lyn had tried to be gentle with it. \n\nFor you. Lyn gestured from the flower to the teacher, setting it on the desk. Her eyes quickly returned to the hot coco and proceeded to attack it with excitement.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "Althalus\n\nAlthalus groaned as he saw Tyrael, knowing trouble was coming. As Tyrael spoke he closed his eyes and rubbed them, preparing for another argument. He really didn't want to argue with Tyrael the same argument he had just spent the last while arguing with Mar and getting beaten with her tail while arguing about it. He somehow doubted Tyrael would be any different. \n\n\"No Tyrael, I don't like flirting with death. Death is terrifying. Death is that dark abyss that everyone, be they elf, demon, human or naga, eventually meets and succumbs to. Death is the last stop on the road for everyone. Afterwards you either stay dead forever, you become a demon, or your soul is summoned by a Necromancer and shoved into a body. Death scares me Tyrael. But I will throw myself into that abyss if it means I keep Mar or Lyn from going into it. Now I suppose you're going to tell me how wrong I am, how I don't get to make that choice for them, so if you don't mind I'm going to sit down for that talk. Because standing and repeating myself to someone who doesn't give a damn about my health or my opinion is exhausting and a pain in the ass.\" \n\nAlthalus moved towards a nearby seat and sat down, looking up a the half-demon. He looked at what Tyrael held in his hands, raising an eyebrow at Tyrael. \"If that's my new hand, don't worry about it. Lidda says she can regrow my hand, no demon magic required!\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nThis was getting ridiculous. Something as simple as debriefing on their mission was being halted by someone who knew nothing about it, for reasons that were not apparent. He did not resist when Grey tried to shove him aside, though he was quite surprised that he would go that far. They had been through a good deal of stress on the mission, and now even college guards were giving them trouble. Ssarak could not help but to feel somewhat insulted. They had volunteered for the mission at considerable peril to themselves for the benefit of the College, and now they were being harassed for trying to complete it. Still, he retained his composure and avoided lashing out, even verbally, at Grey. Even more concerning was that, much to his surprise, Alaira's voice sounded from within the room. He had not seen her enter through the room's door, so he wondered how exactly she managed to get in there. Out of curiosity, he reached out with his mind to feel how many were inside the room, at which point he found a voice he did not expect: Lyn's. He looked to Meirin with a concerned expression as he sent her a telepathic message. He did not wish to do any more without consulting with her. \n\n\"This, I did not anticipate. What motive could he have for trying to keep us from Lucilia? I wonder if Lucilia instructed him to keep us away because of what she did to Lyn? This requirement of a 'written report' is something I feel Grey invented himself, as Lucilia did not mention it when she gave us this mission. I could attempt to read into his mind, but I do not wish to antagonize him any further. The last thing I want is to damage one of your friendships, and I do not particularly wish to make an enemy of Grey either. Though, I am more concerned about Alaira. If she is the only one to report to Lucilia, then she may downplay her own errors. I think we need to talk to Lucilia; if we say that we have these letters, journals, and maps for her, she will have no choice but to let us in. But...I can also feel Lyn's thoughts within that room. She is there, and I do not wish to put her under any more stress than she has already experienced. What do you think we should do?\" Ssarak asked.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nTrouble seemed to follow Meirin even back to the college. What she thought was just a quick chat with Grey quickly escalated into some sort of struggle. Grey stood in their way and demanded a written report of their mission. Then he armed himself with his shield as though he expected them to fight their way past him. \"This is insane! Grey, what has gotten into you?\" Meirin honestly could not believe what he was doing. What happened to him that he'd be so confrontational against Meirin and Ssarak?\n\nThen she picked up Ssarak's message. Rubbing her temples Meirin was starting to get quite annoyed. Alaira did not even bother to tell them anything about what she saw or knew about the mission, and now she's decided that she was the only one who could report it? Taking a few deep breaths Meirin told Ssarak what was in her mind. \"I'm not sure if telling Lucilia we have evidence would be enough to stop Grey. From what he's shown us so far, he'll probably tell us to give it to him too. Honestly I don't know what's gotten into his head, or Alaira's for that matter. And for Lyn... Well, Satori told us not to confront Lucilia about her. We don't need to tell her when could talk to Khan later, and if Grey or anyone tries to stop us than we could be certain that Lucilia convinced them to silence us.\" Meirin didn't really have anything to think about with Alaira. Once again it seemed like Alaira chose to act on her own and expected everyone else to accommodate her. Meirin felt she done that enough during the mission and had no desire to do so right now.\n\n\"Grey, aren't you the least bit concerned that Alaira somehow managed to sneak past you and got into Lucilia's office? I don't think she has a report either. I'm not sure what she's telling Lucilia, but if she can just give her a verbal report than we should be allowed to as well. Not only that, but we have sensitive information that Lucilia needs to see as soon as possible. I know she is busy, which is why she needs to get these sooner then later. The sooner she could make sense of them, the better.\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nSsarak climbed out of the carriage behind the others, a bit lethargically. Much like Lyn, he could not say that he was too fond of the cold. His body was meant for his volcanic homeland, where the very idea of a \"chilly\" day was a foreign concept. Apart from his helmet, he was wearing his full armor, much as he usually did when traveling. \n\n\"Yes, we do have much we need to report.\" Ssarak said in agreement with Leith. \"But, I would not mind some time by a warm fire, personally.\"\n\nSsarak stood close beside Meirin. He felt eager to finally be able to relax within the safety of the College's walls with her. Although they had went on the same mission together, both of them were professional enough that they kept their focus on the tasks at hand, for the most part. The chances for them to spend personal time together were few and far between. However, he was not so impatient that he could not wait until they had dealt with other matters.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Lyn\n\nLyn's ears caught Henri's teasing. Immediately the outer edges burned with new color, her body flipped on her right heel and turned to face the newest addition to their group. Her hands clasped themselves behind her while her head tilted. Mentally she was trying to hide the embarrassment she felt at falling asleep on the older man. She should've outgrown that by now, but she still did the occasional cat nap time to time. Especially on long trips. \n\nHer tongue flickered out in thought. Then shook her head, her explanation promptly followed in its wake. \n\n \"Nope, my body temperature is much lower than yours. I'm a bit cold-blooded. Mother is much worse.\" \n\nWatching the man walk on his hands, her eyes scrunched in confusion. No one she had ever seen walked or stretched like that. Her body moved fluidly to the side while still sizing him up. When he mentioned the College, her attention shifted to where he was looking and smirked. She felt a swell of pride at the request he made of her. \n\n \"Of course!\" She chirped in eagerness.\n\nAny additional conversation was cut short when Leith popped in. His comment reminded her that Henri wasn't quite a student yet and it had to be rectified rather quickly. Then the albino had to cause the color to flood her flesh again when he nudged her, slipping a comment about keeping her warm in the corridor. She tried to hide the horror buried under her strained expression at being humiliated in front of her crush. \n\n \"Leith, please. It's instinct… mostly.\" She mumbled the last bit. \n\nGratification wasn't a big enough word of how Lyn felt toward Grey when his bellowing voice interrupted the spiraling conversation. The large, gentle giant of a man trampled across the distance fairly quickly for his size. Lyn noticed he seemed to be talking more to Leith than Henri or herself causing her to be quiet to allow the men to talk. \n\nLyn shook her head at Lieth's comment, amused by it. \n\n \"Have you forgotten I was born here about a year or so back? It is the only home I've ever known.\" \n\nAt Ssarak's suggest of sitting by a warm, crackling fire, Lyn latched onto the idea. \n\n \"I won't object. Could also ask the cooks for some hot broth and coco too, something to warm the insides?\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "**Alaira Taenn** \n\nOh, so he had a big Axe? was she supposed to be impressed? Internally, she laughed a bit. The way that axe was designed, it would likely get stuck in things quite easily, such is the price paid for ornamentation. Either that, or it was wielded by someone with monstrous strength. Of course, seeing as that was untrue of the last guy she fought that waved around a similarly over-ornamented weapon, she was doubtful.**\"Eh, I've seen bigger.\"**She said. Well, wielded by a*minotaur*, but still. She was about to challenge the poor bastard to an honor duel when some other fight broke out. Hey, wait a second, why wasn't she invited? How inconsiderate! The lizard excused himself, but she found herself following for a closer look.\n\nAs it turned out, they hadn't come to blows yet but Alaira had seen enough situations between such people and they only ever ended in two ways: Violence, or sex (Usually in a different location). However she'd never seen a Naga so pissed off. It wasn't long before they came to blows, and she was certainly enjoying the show. Her money was on the Naga.**\"Come on, smack the bitch outta him!\"**she shouted as the guy avoided her attacks. However, soon she had the guy pinned and was about to tear his throat out when she moved to intervene.**\"Heh, playtime's over...\"**she said with a crooked smile as she readied her lance and was about to charge in and knock the girl off of him. However, she did none of that as she noticed Lizard-boy was about to do something.\n\nThe Lizard fired some sort of purple(?) gas out of his mouth at the two of them, and suddenly they didn't feel like fighting anymore. and then... it was as the two acted that the sheer... ridiculousness of the situation dawned on her. She started laughing as the two drugged fools started... well, being affected by it. she only laughed harder when the two wandered off together, considering that she was literally about to tear his throat out with her goddamn teeth.**\"Well look at that Mr. Hero, you saved the goddamn day...\"**she said, still getting the laughter out of her system.**\"The hell was that? I didn't know you could do shit like that...\"**she said. Clearly this guy was a bit of a killjoy, but he might be a good fight, who knows.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak leaned himself up against a nearby column, letting the head of his axe rest on the ground while he held lightly onto the end of its handle. He closed his eyes a moment and let out a deep breath, though he could already feel that he was about to get a headache. A good deal of fatigue came over him, though it was nothing some rest, and maybe a meal or two, could not fix. He was proud of his actions, however. For once in his life, he was saving lives instead of taking them.\n\n\"Psychomancy can have many effects, not all of which are harmful. I would rather save a life than to take one.\" Ssarak said, opening his eyes to look at the Forest Elf. \"As an Esyire, I can project the essence of my blood into a sort of breath attack. For other bloods, that might be fire, or lightning, or even shards of rock. For psychomancy, the effect is not quite so directly harmful. Mine in particular has a calming effect on the victim, along with other effects one would commonly associate with various types of drugs. It was, however, exhausting.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "**Jim the Manbear**\n\nJim had been playing with his new best friend. They were playing Knights, and it sure was fun. His friend wasn't very good, and had fallen asleep, so Jim was letting him catch his breath.\n\nOh, what good times they'd have together. Oh, what splend-OW. Something very hard had just hit him in the face. In fact, it hit the formidable manbear so hard that it sent him rolling. He returned to his four-legged stance after three rolls, looking about for what exactly it was that had hit him.\n\nWell, there was his friend, still asleep. There was some grass; well, actually, there was quite a bit of grass. And...oh! There was a girl standing in front of him. She looked slightly worried and*very*angry. Jim decided the best thing to do would be to kindly welcome her.\n\n\"HELLO, GIRL,\" called the manbear.\n\nUnbeknownst to Jim, however, all the girl heard was a very intimidating growl. Thus, it was much to his surprise when she shouted at him angrily. Sensing that this wasn't play any longer, Jim suddenly remembered that his dad would be really mad if he didn't get back in time. He turned tail and ran into the woods, glad to leave behind whatever was about to happen there.\n\nHis only regret was not being able to finish playing with his friend.", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "To her surprise, her sneak attack did little to harm the bear. He didn't seen seem all that hurt, though she did at least sent him back a few feet. Regardless of the damage, the bear turn and ran back to the forest. Meirin went over to the fallen body, but she didn't recognize him. Didn't matter though, he was bleeding heavily and needed immediate attention. She did a rudimentary patch job by tearing off some cloth from her clothes and bandaged up some of the stranger's wounds, before picking him up effortlessly and running towards the infirmary. Along the way, Meirin was met with yet another surprise; another wounded student. She saw one fairly muscular girl looking at the body in shock. If Meirin had to guess, the other girl was also injured in some way.**\"Gods, everyone is getting hurt... You there! Let me help you carry her back to the infirmary!\"**", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "**Alaira Taenn** \n\nAlaira hadn't dreamed, her pained slumber was essentially a long, dark prolonged suffering. However, she was dimly aware that the pain had stopped. Of course, being unconscious she wouldn't remember that. Still, Her rest was easier.\n\nSome time later, her eyes shot open and she awoke with a start. wait, Lyn was in danger!**\"Mar! Someone's come to kill...\"**She began to shout, but her voice trailed off when she saw Lyn, safe as ever, lying next to her mother.**\"Lyn...\"**At that point, Alaira inspected her surroundings. She was in one of the infirmary's cots, unarmored. But she didn't seem to be wounded at all.**\"W-was it a dream?\"**she almost whispered to herself. She then saw her armor lying in the corner, covered in blood. Most of it her own.**\"But then... what happened?\"**She said. Had they managed to stop him? But she was fine... oh gods, how long had it been?! She had finally seen Athalus in the corner, and decided that if anyone knew what the hell was going on, he might.**\"Hey, Daisy!\"**She called. when she had seemed to have gotten his attention, she asked**\"What the flying fuck happened?!\"**", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]

[ { "text": "**The Three Travelers**\n\nLian, Luna and Lerr wore their proud smirks wherever they walked. The three of them were Sannids, members of a species that resembled humanoid red foxes. Therefore, Lian, the tallest of them, held the brightest orange fur coat of the group along with a lean and naturally athletic body shape which gathered attention everywhere he went. He wasn't the strongest or the smartest, as he had so many times proved to his two friends, but boy, did he know how to charm a woman. Luna was, on the other hand, the shortest and youngest of the three. His fur coat wasn't nearly as bright as Lian's, but the orange colour could be seen and that had always been enough for him. With a muscular and stocky build, he could lift loads that would crush Lian. Lerr was a Sannid of average build, if only somewhat overweight. With a grey fur coat and perky ears that listened to even the tiniest sounds, he would usually keep an eye out for the group when they were on the road.\n\nLian's tail was of rather fluffy and of medium length, reaching down to the back of his knees when limp and with a bright orange that softly transitioned into black on the tip. Luna's tail was long and furry, with a soft degradation from orange to gray as the tail extended, it reached down to his ankles when limp. Lerr's tail was unimpressive in all qualities but one--It was never still, never relaxed. If you judged his mood by his tail alone, you'd believe he was stressed and desperate all the time, but that wasn't the case. It was slightly shorter than Lian's, and it was coloured a bland grey.\n\nThe three of them were close friends who walked the long, crisp cold snowy roads between Sh-Kiit and Aerta. After Lian's father, Lon, found out of their mageblood, he had forced them together and set them on their journey to the Twilight College, a place where they'd learn how to control their unusual abilities.\n\nFirst they had stopped at Claine, marveling their eyes with the advanced stone architecture found in the city. Next they visited Liem, a settlement which the group of travelers would forever remember as the town with the best alcoholic beverages they'd ever tasted.\n\nAfter stocking up with a barrel of*'Tiien's Spit'*, the famous beer of Liem, they passed by the lively woods of Oem. Having spent a whole week to hunt the local wildlife and celebrate their lives in an intimate Night of Warmth celebration in which they drank all of their*Tiien's Spit*supply. While Lian had suggested visiting Kem, the coastal city southeast of Oem, both Luna and Lerr agreed that it was too far out of the way to visit. Lian was disappointed by the turn of events, as he had heard back in Oem that Kem's women were one of the most beautiful persons one would ever meet, but he understood his friends' reasoning, and went along with it. One day in the future, he'd visit the city with them. After all, it wasn't going to vanish, was it?\n\nThe road between Oem and the Twilight College was long and bare of life. With no trustworthy or even notable settlements along the way, the three travelers had to speed up their pace. Every day that went by was another day that they had to sharpen their bodies and wits in order to survive and reach their destination. The winter got colder rather than warmer and their thick hide coats, given to them by their parents when they first set out, were starting to wear out and were no longer as protective.\n\nFor a day, they believed to be lost and when they were about to thrown in the towel and return all the way back home, a small detachment of Sh-Kiit soldiers passed them by. \"What are they doing so far away from Sh-Kiit?\" Lerr had asked when he saw them. Six lightly armoured soldiers equipped with steel scimitars and iron square shields, led by a man who was wearing thick steel armour with numerous coats on top.\n\n\"isn't that Captain Johann?\" Lian said when his deep brown eyes set upon the leading man. Quickly the three had run up to the detachment and were recognized instantly by the leader, who preemptively ordered his soldiers to stand down as the three Sannids approached, tails wiggling in excitement and lips turned upwards and stretched thin to show sharp sets of teeth and rather excited smiles.\n\n\"What are you doing here, kits?\" The Captain asked, patting Lian's shoulder and looking at Luna and Lerr. The first one to speak was Lian, starting with a chuckle and returning the friendly pat on the shoulder.\n\n\"Well, we couldn't just let our favorite Captain go all this way north without any hel-\" Lian had said cheerfully, before noticing the Captain's stern and tired look and interrupting himself, \"All joking aside, we uh... We were kind of cast out of home until we learned to control our mageblood. We were heading up to the Twilight College, but we got lost.\"\n\n\"The College? You kits have mageblood? Why did you never mention that before?\"\n\n\"Didn't know back then Caps,\" Lerr said in his usual quick and to the point manner, tail wildly moving from side to side as soon as he received a sigh then a nod from the Captain. The Captain was quick to give them the directions they so desperately needed and pushed them towards their destination.\n\nDays later -Or nights, as it was harder to notice the day and night circle the closer they got to the College- they had reached the College. An impressive building it was, and Lian along with Lerr and Luna were starry eyed only by laying their eyes upon it. It was the place where they'd live for years until they were able to return back home. After minutes of admiration passed by, Luna was the first to regain his sense of reality and push them towards their set chores.\n\nLerr and Luna would have to hunt and delay their arrival at the College, and Lian would have to set up their accommodations. And so they separated. Luna headed southeast and Lerr went northwest, while Lian merely walked a mile to reach the College up north.\n\nThe moment he reached the College's gates was the instant that a huge mix of emotions overcame him. Fear, loneliness, sadness as well as happiness, fulfillment and pride all rushed into him. But even when his knees felt weak, he didn't cry or fall down. Keeping his head high, he only let a sad smile and a single tear out.\n\nThen he walked into the courtyard.", "username": "Frettzo", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rathel\n\nRathel felt slightly guilty at not being able to deal with this himself. Even if he had calmed the student and eased her fright, he had gotten there too late and a small part of him had felt like he had made it worse. He pushed the guilt away when Ms. Riovas's voice caught his attention. His head twisted from where he entered and set her where the teacher pointed, his large arms held surprising gentleness despite his appearance. At the mention of her office, Rathel nodded in answer.\n\nHis hand reached out for the small vial within the vampire's hand, and careful not to break it, tucked it away alongside the needles and letter. He watched a bit longer as Aramir was being tender to just to ease his concerns, his voice spoke his mind's thoughts out loud.\n\n\"Thank you Lucilia. I shudder to think if she and Khan was unable to have their late night chats. Namely since he's been having more difficulty in sleeping lately because it's drawing closer to that terrible day.\" Rathel knew most the teachers knew about the date he talked about. The date Khan's twin had died and in that time, things often got far worse. In that time, Khan would need the support of Twilight's staff more then ever.\n\nWithout wasting anymore breath, Rathel bounded off into the hall and towards Lucilia's office. He knew the way by heart and in a few short twists and turns, the demon had arrived. Cautiously he entered it a half an hour later. His large bulk easily squeezed into the room and noted the man placed upon the operating table, his small black eyes narrowed upon the sight before he set the needles onto the table. The hard, steel needles clicked softly when he placed them aside and withdrew the letter and vial.\n\n\"Ms. Riovas told me to deliver this to you. Likely she'll be here shortly to finish stitching you up...\" Rathel's eyes narrowed upon the exposed bone and a shiver danced down his spine. Runes? That was unusual and even dangerous, his instinct screamed to get Val as he noted someone had been examining them with great interest. He hadn't noted his quills had risen in alarm while his hand still held out the letter and vial to the man.", "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": "Leith smiled slightly when the elf nodded. From the looks of it, she had gotten stuck under the bed. When she stopped nodding to look down, Leith noticed that she was in only her undergarments. Blood rushed to his face as he began to get embarrassed, and he straightened up to try and compose himself. When he thought that he was composed enough, he kneeled back down to see under the bed, his face still red. When the girl asked if they've seen each other before, he remembered her. He had introduced himself to her before, and he tried to remember her name.\n\n\"I think we have. It's Cynn, right? My name's Leith. I must ask, whatever happened that caused you to get stuck under the bed?\" Leith asked with smile. \"Anyway, got any ideas about getting unstuck?\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "**Cynn Ellime**\n\nShe looked to the floor when Leith asked how she'd gotten stuck under her bed. \"I...I thought I heard someone coming in...and I wanted to hide, so...\" The forest elf's voice trailed off, and her face reddened. As he asked if she had any ideas how to get unstuck, Cynn suggested that he attempt to lift the bed, which he did attempt and which he failed to do successfully. This failure disappointed her, as she had been hoping he might have been able to lift her heavy bed frame, and hadn't really thought too much on alternatives.\n\nHowever, always a quick thinker, she remembered the tools and metal she had just out of reach, and pointed at them.\n\n\"Perhaps you could try that,\" she asked. The man's face betrayed that he wasn't as confident with those as Cynn was herself, but she decided that any help was good help. \"Come on, I'l just tell you what to do...a-and you do it. Easy!\" When Leith eventually nodded in consent, she set to it.\n\n\"Alright, we'll need the six-inch long copper rod and...\" suddenly she realized how difficult it would be to instruct someone how to build a lifting device, and she waved her hand as if to say, \"Never mind.\" Obviously she wasn't getting out of this situation quite soon, and she set to work thinking. However, as she thought, the human stood and moved towards the door, mentioning that he'd forgotten about something. Cynn tried to call out to get him to stay with her, but he was already out the door by the time words came to her mouth. Frustrated, she slumped back down onto her chest and waited.", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" } ]

[ { "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": "Leith shook his head with a smile as he hurried back to the room he had left Cynn. How had he forgotten that he had this? While leaving the room like he had might not have been the correct thing to do, he was excited to have a practical use for the item he had. He looked at the oversizedgauntlethe was wearing on his right hand. It was an interesting artifact. It was a reward for being a part both of the missions that Satori's Investigation Squad had had so far.\n\nA Daemon Artes called the Hand of Ginax. The ability of the gauntlet was that it gave the user a strength boost in that hand. He wouldn't be able to feel the weight of whatever he picked up with the gauntlet, but he could feel the weight of the gauntlet. At ten pounds, it was a pretty heavy gauntlet. One odd thing that Leith noticed about it was that the gauntlet had started to change in its appearance. The fingers were rounded when he got it, but the after he had worn it a few times to try it out, the fingers started to get points to them, something that he had wanted so he could grab solid objects a bit easier.*Quite the item.*\n\nLeith had almost walked past the door to Cynn's room. With a small chuckle, Leith opened the door with his left hand. Unfortunately, the gauntlet made it hard to gauge how hard he gripped anything held in his hand. There had been several times he had crushed a rock to dust because he accidentally gripped it too hard. He pushed the door open and walked over to the bed and knelt down. Greeting Cynn with a smile. \"So, I got what I had forgot about. I'm almost certain that this can help get you unstuck,\" Leith said as he waved at the elf with the gauntlet.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "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": "**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": "Leith frowned when Cynn spoke to someone named Annabeth. He turned around, and saw the girl that he bumped into earlier that day. He had not been expecting her to be there, so when he saw her, he gave a small shout of surprise and jumped. With a chuckle, Leith stood up from his kneeling position and addressed Annabeth. \"Hello, Annabeth. Did you just walk in, or was I oblivious to you when I walked in?\" He smiled. \"Either way, sorry about the intrusion.\"\n\nHe walked over to the bed and took a deep breath.*Hopefully this will work.*Leith was certain that it would work, but he was worried that for some reason the gauntlet wouldn't work, and he would look like a fool trying to lift a bed with the gauntlet in his hand. He reached out and grabbed the bed frame with the gauntlet, wincing at the sound of cracking wood. \"Damn, I gripped it too hard. Anyway.\" with a grunt, Leith pulled up. Without any signs of resistance, he was able to lift the bed easily, and with Annabeth's help, he moved the bed towards the centre of the half of the room. When Cynn was out from under the bed, Leith sat against the wall and sighed. He took off his gauntlet and set it on the ground beside him.\n\nHe was starting to feel a bit worried about the gauntlet. Mainly because it was starting to get more and more difficult to get off. He knew that if he wore it for a long time, the gauntlet would fuse to his arm. He didn't mind the thought of having the gauntlet attached to his arm, but he*did*mind that fact that he would have to relearn how to grab objects without using too much strength. He looked at Cynn and Annabeth and spoke.\n\n\"Well, today was an interesting day for me. First we happen upon Mar after she had her baby,\" he said as he nodded toward Annabeth. \"Then I bumped into Uicle, who was a hair's breadth away from going on a rampage before he bumped into me, and then hear someone calling for help, and find Cynn trapped under her bed. How was your day today?\" Leith asked with a smile.*What else could happen today?*Leith thought wryly.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "**Cynn Ellime**\n\nWhen Annabeth threw a blanket over her, Cynn remembered how hot she'd felt in the room earlier when she'd mistaken her open door for an open window. Deciding that now would be a good time to show her roommate how the windows opened, she stood up, disregarding the blanket in favor of mobility. She felt the company present move their gazes away in unison, which kind of annoyed her, as she wasn't in any revealing underwear. Quickly making her way to the panes of glass at the back of the room, she flipped the latch on the bottom of the frame and pushed out. The cool evening breeze hit Cynn, and she instantly felt refreshed. Moving the two rods on either side of the windows into place, the window sat still, now at a 25 degree angle from the wall.\n\nGoing back over to her bed, she fell onto the mattress and looked at Annabeth. She wanted to believe that the girl was impressed by her modification to the windows, but she couldn't tell. Leith still stood, a fact that Cynn refused to accept.\n\n\"Leith, you...you can take a seat...if you'd l-like,\" she said, turning her gaze back to Annabeth. How would she go about doing this? \"Uh...I...I w-would l-like some f-food...yes... Um...what...uh, how...how was your day? Y-Y'know...after...\" The white-haired elf's voice trailed off, but she didn't mind. Her attire was already making the human blush, and she could tell the girl was trying her best not to look too long at her assets. It was flattering, and something of a victory for Cynn. For some reason, she didn't feel uncomfortable like this with Annabeth around. Maybe it was because of her history of helping the elf in times of need, or maybe it was her air of safety, but she could sit like this for hours and not even care, as long as the human was there.\n\nRemembering that Annabeth could read her mind, Cynn blushed, hoping she hadn't picked that time to listen in on the elf's thoughts.", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" } ]

[ { "text": "Colette\n\nColette panted when she finally saw the fight over, she allowed her bat ally to vanish before falling to her knees, her dress was torn and she was bleeding in several parts of her bod. She stood up steadily and made her way slowly back to her dorm holding her shoulder wound which was the deepest. \"Man if I don't get back soon this blood loss will cause me to become even hunger which I fear for since I never been so wounded\" she said looking down at her dress which was completely torn up \"And I might have to make a new outfit for me\" she said to herself again.\n\nShe smiled when she made it to the tower and went upstairs landing on her bed her bat pets nuzzling her whining at seeing such wounds on her small body, she patted them lightly wincing. \"I will be fine as long as I stay here and heal the best I can\" she said her eyes looking up at the dull ceiling with a sigh", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "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": "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": "Colette\n\nShe nodded and laid down wincing at her wounds.*' I wonde what she is planning....Will i truely get stronger like she said....I have to trust her...she is the one who saved me....from that place that I called my home for so many years....*she thought as she laid on her bed closing her eyes son falling asleep her mind wondering what will happen tomorrow night.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSince Leith was with Annabeth, Ssarak moved to carry Meirin up to her room. It was probably a mercy that Meirin had fallen asleep when she did, as the walk up to their rooms was not all that pleasant. Guards were still rushing through the halls in teams, attempting to ferret out any demons that remained hiding in the college. More disturbingly, the bodies of students, guards, and other staff who died in the attack were still fresh on the ground. Ssarak tried to keep his eyes off of them as he walked by, but the devastation of the attack was too difficult to ignore. The faces on each of the corpses were like windows into their last moments, moments that were almost exclusively filled with pain or fear. In addition to people, Ssarak had to step over the remnants of golems, gargoyles, and fractured parts of the college's stonework that were damaged in the fight. The architecture of the college was far different than that of the nomadic village he grew up in, but even so the carnage around him brought back his memory of walking through the desolation that had once been his home. It was fortunate that he did not see the corpse of anyone he knew on the way up to his room, as he was not far from breaking down where he stood.\n\nSsarak did not know if the door to Meirin's room was locked, but with the large hole in the wall between their rooms, that was not really an issue. He carried her into his room, then ducked through the hole in the wall into her room. Meirin shared a room with Aruna, who was not present at the moment. Ssarak hoped she was alive as well, but he would really have no way to know until she returned. Ssarak was unsure of which bed was Meirin's, since they were of similar size, so he simply laid her down on the one that looked most like it belonged to a Human. She still seemed to be in good health, all things considered, so with nothing left for him to do, Ssarak returned through the hole to his own room and sat down on his bed. He took his helmet and placed it on the floor next to his feet, then started to undo the straps on his armor. Removing it was always a long and annoying process, and he was far too exhausted to put too much effort into it, so he lethargically began to remove it piece by piece. When he unstrapped his chestplate and let it fall to the ground, he was able to take in a deep breath, which in turn caused another shooting pain in his chest. The scales on his chest were bruised, bloody, and discolored, but his body was not what pained him the most. In his mind, all he could see was the mangled corpses of his children, the remains of those he loved more than anything in his life. The question of how many of his friends were now dead to this pointless battle still weighed heavily upon his mind. Unlike his village, the college had survived, but it hardly felt like a victory. He stopped for a moment and ran his hands across his snout, letting a few tears escape his eyes.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Meirin woke up when the sun was shining on her face. At first she was just going to turn over and keep on sleeping, but than she fell out of the bed. Which was strange, because she didn't sleep on a bed, but on a bedroll.**\"Ow...\"**Meirin got off the ground and stood up, only to start feeling her legs tremble.**\"Oh right... I over did it yesterday....\"**Meirin was rather tired and sore from last nights fighting. While she wasn't at all hurt, but contemplated if she should just stay in bed for today. She certainly wouldn't mind just doxing off. But as Meirin walked abck to her side of the room, her body actually began to feel more limber and loose, and by the time she pulled out her bed roll and laid down she knew that she wouldn't fall asleep any time soon. The warmth was nice though.\n\nEventually Meirin just decided that she'd have a look around the college. She could hear people banging hammers against wood, probably fixing the damage from yesterday. As she stretched her body out Meirin decided that she'd do her best to help out as well. She was certain that most of the demons were dead now, but perhaps she could help in other ways. She was a strong woman, and was no stranger to repairing houses like back at her home town. Granted, not all the buildings back at her home down was made of solid magic stone and such, but still. She changed out of her yesterday clothes and into something clean that she wouldn't mind getting dirty. She looked towards her armory and noticed a few weapons missing.**\"That's right, I did use some of them yesterday... I'll have to go get new ones.\"**Meirin was concerned that no one here would know how to repair or make her types of weapons, which were fairly exotic. She might have to go out and order them from Djarkel. But first thing's first, she needed to help the college.\n\nAs Meirin was changing she head Ssarak call out to her. That's when she noticed the hole she made yesterday, and that Ssarak might have seen her undress.**\"Kyaa!\"**She yelped and hid herself behind her closet. While she had a good feeling that Ssarak wasn't teh type to peep, it was an instinctive thing. She quickly finished putting on her clothes and walked towards the whole.**\"Yes, I'm awaken now! How are you holding up Ssarak? Ah.... We should probably get this hole fixed. Maybe we could find a Geomancer who could just raise a new wall for us, eh heh heh heh....\"**Meirin tried to not remember that it was her fault there was a hole here in the first place. They should have just used a door, but no, she wanted to show off that night of all nights.**\"You,,, You didn't see anything, did you?\"**", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "**Grey Onyx** \n\nGrey hadn't had much of a good sleep. Though his body may heal quickly, the sheer punishment he had suffered under the might of Heus left him in a less than ideal condition. While not nearly injured enough to be bedridden, he was not fit for combat at the moment. So, he would be taking a day off (or rather, forced to. Captain Mathix had noticed his sorry condition and ordered him to rest for the day). Although he did visit Lucilia earlier to see how she was doing. However, she didn't have much time to talk seeing as how she was basically doing Khan's job while he recovered. She had asked a strange task of him, however. She wanted him to deliver a box of clothing to someone by the name of Colette. Normally she wouldn't ask him to do something so... menial but he imagined any assistants she had were dead. In any event he was glad to be doing something productive as opposed to sitting around\n\nWhen he arrived at the dorm, he was surprised to find that it was relatively unscathed. He had passed no less than five breeches to the winter air throughout the halls on the way here. In any event, he wanted to get this over with quickly, while he couldn't work, they never said he couldn't train. With two loud raps on the door, he shouted**\"Hello? Colette? Lady Lucilia asked me to deliver this to you! I'm going to leave it by the door!\"**With that, he gently set the box by her door, and continued on his way to the gymnasium.\n\nWhen he arrived, he noticed it was nearly empty. Nearly. There was a lone woman practicing with an axe and a small shield on one of the training dummies. He watched for a while, and against his better judgement he felt like bothering her a bit. When she took a quick break, he approached, seeing the folly in possibly starting someone when they were swinging a bladed stick around the morning after a demonic incursion.**\"Uh, Miss? Sorry to interrupt, but I saw you practicing and I noticed how you were swinging that weapon...\"**He began, somewhat awkwardly. He didn't wan't it to look like he was insulting the woman, just trying to help. Who knows how many people died yesterday when proper training could have saved their lives?**\"I take it you were trained by someone that uses a two-handed axe? Anyway, when you swing like that you're putting too much force into it, and the blade will just get stuck.\"**for emphasis, he grabbed one of the iron training axes and buried it into the wooden dummy's head.**\"And when you put so much effort into taking it back out, you leave yourself wide open. you should put your hand a little higher on the haft and keep your strikes quick, and your shield close...\"**\n\nHe demonstrated a few attacks with another one, along with a shield. While his shield wasn't as small, the basic principal remained. After that, he backed off. And with a start he realized he hadn't even introduced himself.**\"Er, my name is Grey by the way, I'm a guardsman here... And aside from that you look pretty good. Your stance is good, you seem like you get enough exercise, hell with a little more training you'd be well on your way to mastering the thing.\"**While not imposing, to his trained eye she was formidable. He was good at appraising people's combat effectiveness, and she seemed like a fine warrior, to say nothing of the powerful magic she would likely command. or did command. Age didn't really tell him much about how strong the mages here were.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak was glad to hear Meirin's voice, even if she did seem surprised to hear him at first. From her tone, it seemed like she was in good health...or at least acceptable health. His joints popped and ached as he stood, which was both relieving and concerning at the same time. He had not gotten dressed yet, but he was still wearing his leather trousers, so Meirin did not have any unpleasant surprises when she approached the hole in the wall. He approached the hole as well and examined the damage to the stonework.\n\n\"Well, my entire body feels sore, my scales are bruised, and my joints feel like those of a one hundred-eighty year old man, but I am alive, and I will recover. I believe that potion mended my fractured rib. As for this hole, we can ask the next geomancer we see. I doubt it will be a priority for them, but I am sure they will get to it eventually. Until then...I suppose we are roommates. Hopefully, it turns out better than the last time I attempted to be Aruna's roommate.\" Ssarak said with a chuckle. When Meirin asked if he had seen anything, he cocked his head to the side and looked at her curiously. \"See what?\" He asked.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "**\"Ah... It was nothing important. Don't think too much about it.\"**Meirin waved off her last question. She did crack a smile at Ssarak's joke about them being rooms mates now with the hole int he wall however. A bit of humor would help ease tensions, she hoped.**\"Well, now that I'm in good health, I was thinking of trying to help the college out a bit. The sound of construction woke me up, so I figured they could use an extra hand with repairs and what not. Are you interested in helping them too?\"**She could see the usefulness of a large Eysire like Ssarak for the repair efforts. Though another thought came into her mind as she continued to wonder how she was going to help the college.**\"Ah, but just so you know, we're probably not going to have much of a break. I mean, once we start I doubt they'll just let us walk off whenever we feel like it. If you have any plans today, I understand if you don't want to come. Since classes are canceled for the day, I figured I'd use my free time to be productive.\"**", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak walked over and grabbed his vest from beside his bed. \"If I had any plans, yesterday cancelled them. I do not believe I could, in good conscious, do nothing while the college could use my help. If you are going to help with repairs, then I will be right there with you. I am sure there are plenty of roles we can fill, though...I am fairly certain I know what kind of task they will have me performing. When you look like I do, there is really not much mystery in what others expect you to be capable of.\"\n\nAs much as Ssarak wished he could keep a joking mood, there were other worries he had that he was sure Meirin shared. In the aftermath of the attack, there was still much they did not know, and a few questions Ssarak desperately wanted answers to. \"I would also like to stop by the infirmary later, after it has calmed down enough that we will not be disrupting them with our presence. I want to know how many of my friends survived, and how many are injured. With all the chaos yesterday caused, I fear it might be days before we know for sure who did not make it.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "**Grey Onyx** \n\nGrey of course wasn't exactly a savant when it came to social cues, however, so he failed to notice Annabeth's distrust of him. He wouldn't be offended if he did, what with the total clusterfuck that went down last night. although he did notice she didn't seem to like it when he suggested a higher grip**\"That's the thing about war-axes, they don't reach as far as swords but they're easier to wield and they hit harder. But don't ever let anyone tell you they're faster...\"**Naturally, the common assumption was that swords were quicker than one-handed axes but that was garbage. All the metal you needed for the blade often made them just as heavy if not more so.\n\nAnnabeth? Seemed noble. She didn't look noble, or seem to act that way (to grey, this is a compliment however), though maybe her parents gave her that name for that very reason? anyway, she seemed distressed when she brought up yesterday, and he certainly didn't blame her. Then she asked her what a guard was doing not... guarding. With a sigh, he told her.**\"My CO told me to take the day off. Last night I fought this large demon and it smacked me around quite a bit... anyway, I guess I'm not at my best but I'd like to do *something* productive. So, I thought I'd come here to train. You know the rest.\"**He finished. At this point she may of noticed that he certainly didn't seem like a big demon beat the crap out of him, even if he did look a little tired. He didn't want to think about last night either, however, and he returned to the subject of fighting**\"How's that buckler serving you? If you want I can teach you how to use a proper shield...\"**He emphasized it by lightly tapping the wooden shield on his forearm with the training axe.**\"Sure it's not the biggest variety of shield but I'll be damned if my own hasn't saved my life on countless occaisions. Not just mine either.\"**", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "**Coco Bean**\n\n*'It smells like... Fleshlings.'*\n\nA rough veil of silence coated the withered, snow-covered fields. Only one being stood out from the scene, and that was a rather brown Foreas. Limp leaves held onto her head for dear life and sap had noticeably flowed freely from a wound to her head mere hours before. She did not shiver. She did not move at all for minutes, which eventually turned into hours.\n\nNo matter what she did, she couldn't take those scenes off her head, she couldn't shut off the fear she had felt from the moment she saw the first demon. It was like a rain cloud had decided to relief itself onto Coco after years of self-deprivation. The cloud would just keep pouring down its water on her, and she could do nothing but lay still and let it soak her body and mind in their entirety. A mere meter to her right lay the carcass of an unknown entity. A fleshling who other fleshlings referred to as 'demon', a being who had nearly tore her chest open with its claws and teeth. It had only been a night, yet the body was already well into the process of decomposing, and maggots, animals and weather did a number on it. It let out a stench that deeply unsettled Coco. It resembled decomposing fleshlings mixed with the scent of fire, sulfur and blood.\n\nShe was too exhausted to move, though. It wasn't her body that bogged her down -- the rising sun made sure to feed her with enough energy to move -- It was her mind that forced her down onto the floor. Never before had she missed home so much, to simply live in the Great Forests. To take in sunlight when it was day and have fun with others at night.\n\nThings weren't so simple these days. Of course, they had never actually been simple. Home had its fair share of problems too, and even the Syphis seemed to pale in comparison to what this condemned College had in store for her. Granted, it would be a great thing to share with the Tree. The thought of being useful to the Tree sent a small shiver down her spine. Her leaves quivered in clear excitement. But now was not the time to return, not until Spring came.\n\nShe lifted a hand to touch her necklace, fearing it might have gotten broken the night before, then she sat up and stretched her limbs.\n\n\"You should move now, Coco.\" She said to herself, joints popping and leaves pricking up in pleasure.\n\n\"Yes you should, Lady Coco.\" A masculine voice rang out, followed by footsteps and the rattling of plate armour. The man's armour was so white and bright that Coco could swear he was the mortal counterpart of the Sun.\n\nCoco jumped onto her feet, picking up her spear and pointing it at the source of the voice--That is, until she realized who it was. She dropped her spear and relaxed.\n\n\"... Mathias Hobbes,\" She began, some hesitation evident in her voice, \"right? I'm so glad to hear you!\" She exclaimed and walked over to him, a slight skip in her gait.\n\n\"*Ser*Mathias Hobbes, my Lady,\" He watched her in suspicion as she stopped just one foot in front of him and gently grabbed his hands, he took a nervous glance to his sheathed sword, then focused on Coco's featureless face once more, \"and I'm glad to see you've survived.\"\n\n\"Are all the demons gone? How many fleshlings are dead? Is Rathel okay?\" Coco asked, completely unaware of the thorough way in which the Knight stared at her body.\n\n\"We are not sure yet, my Lady. I was just counting the dead in this part of the gardens until I stumbled upon you.\"\n\n\"Oh... Another thing-\" She leaned her head in towards his, \"what's a 'Lady'?\"", "username": "Frettzo", "char_name": "Coco Bean" } ]

[ { "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": "Colette\n\nColette came out of the room the next night with a sigh. She was wearing a different dress since her other one was destroyed. She was now wearing black dress that was tight against her small form and it was strapless. At the top of the dress it curved up and was shaped like a bat wing. The dressed ended at her knees and she still had her black boots since they were still in perfect condition, like they always have been for centuries..\n\n\"I wonder what Lucillia has planned for me..\" she said to herself as she walked out of the tower for the first time since she got wounded. Her wounds were completely healed leaving nothing but flawless pale skin in its wake. She walked around campus trying to find Lucillia not bothered by the cool air around her.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "Meirin sighed as Leith continued to act very lax about his health. Well, at least if they were heading to the Infirmary, they could get a doctor's note to see if Leith should worry or not. Though Meirin was very much unnerved when he said that his gauntlet was \"Fused\" to his hand. It looked rather demonic.**\"Right... Let's go than.\"**\n\nMeirin led the two boys towards the Infirmary. The entire college seemed to echo in cacophony with construction. It hurt her ears a little with how much noise they're making, and she wondered if they were simply doing repairs. It wouldn't surprise her if the college was going to step up security if something like this happens again. She was certainly going to suggest it next time she meets a teacher. Meirin tried her best to ignore some of the things in the hall, mostly the piles of tarp. She knew that there were bodies underneath the tarp, and taking Ssarak's word to heart last night, she has to stop blaming herself for their deaths. She felt that this was rather callous, but what could she have done? Brooding on it wasn't doing anyone any favors, least of all herself. She'll just have to try not to let it bring her down. The college needs all the hope it can get right now.\n\nEventually Meirin managed to get to the Infirmary. Not quite as bustling as last night, but the place was still packed. Guards were moving bodies out from the Infirmary, while some patience rested within.**\"This place still looks busy. I'm... I'm going to wait out here. See if anyone needs my help. Come find me when you're done, alright guys?\"**", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak nodded in response to Meirin. \"Of course, I will tell you who we find. Hopefully, we can put to rest at least some of our fears.\" He said. Just as he and Leith were about to enter the infirmary, however, a young human male exited out the door in front of them. He had bandages over one of his arms and slightly torn clothing, but otherwise appeared unharmed. It took Ssarak a moment to recognize him, but he knew who both Ssarak and Meirin were immediately. He was the one that and imp-like demon had taken hostage so it could escape, the one Ssarak and Meirin had saved.\n\nFor a few moments, he looked at them silently, as he was obviously surprised to see them. Without saying a word, the boy walked forward and hugged Meirin with tears forming in his eyes. The boy looked at the large Esyire next to her with a bit more of an intimidated gaze, but nevertheless, he did the same to Ssarak a few seconds later. Ssarak understood the boy's emotion upon seeing those who saved him, but even so, he wasn't quite sure what the best way to respond would be. He had saved lives before, but they were usually other warriors, not someone who was barely more than a child. For the moment, Ssarak simply allowed the boy to hug him while he looked to Meirin, hoping she would be able to help give a more meaningful response.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Colette\n\nShe sighed as she gave up on looking for Lucillia and sat down in front of a tree looking up at the sky. She envied the early morning time sky because of its peacefulness, something she hadn't felt in centuries. She sighed and looked away \"Why must the sky torture me, I had enough it of\" she muttered as she payed with her pink hair that was out of its usual pony tails closing her eyes. She leaned back her left kneel pointed up as her free hand rubbed her exposed legs which were as cold as ice which she was used to. Her mind slowly went back to the conversation she had with her savior.\n\n\"Can I possibly get stronger....will it take away the pain from my non beating heart that I want to get rid of, put everything in the past behind me...\" she had so many questions about this that she didn't have the guts to ask Lucillia because she felt stupid for asking.She gave out or more like forced out a hollow chuckle as she stopped her actions and curled up the felt fabric of her new dress brushing against her skin. She could feel her eyes tear up but none did not fall.\n\n\"I doubt nothing could take a centuries worth of pain, never\" she said coldly as if she was trying to convince herself. All soon was silent around her as her eyes stayed teared up beneath her eyelashes that were against her pale skin which made them stand out even more.All she could hear was the sounds of crickets singing their final song and birds in some other trees not far from her. But nothing eased her paging mind at all.\n\nShe looked up when she heard someone say hi to her and she looked up blinking away her tears. She vaguely remembered seeing this girl before in the Underhaven but never talked to her since she was still settling in.\n\n\"Um hello...\" she said her voice was a little cracked from her ealier emotions that were leaking through her mental barrier", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "Meirin did not expect this to happen. With all that occurred yesterday, she did not expect to see this boy. She felt ashamed at first, wondering why he was hugging her. Only when she glanced at Ssarak did she remember with great clarity that the two of them saved this boy as well as a few others last night. It made her glad that he survived, as it reminded her that Ssarak was right; she did save lives, despite her own self doubts. It still pained her to see the faces of those who were just out of her grasp, but for a moment she was glad that she was able to save at least one life, perhaps even more. When the boy went to embrace Ssarak, Meirin simply stood quietly until the boy let go. He opened his mouth to try to say something, but he was speechless. What else was there to say? She knew that he wanted to thank the two of them, but perhaps out of shock or shyness he could not. Meirin simply stepped over to the boy and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.**\"We're both glad that you're alive. How are you holding up?\"**Meirin than gave Ssarak a subtle but understanding look; she would speak to the boy for now, and allow him a chance to check in the Infirmary.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyrackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak noticed Meirin's gaze and nodded. She would be more well-suited to talk to him than himself, and one of them needed to see who was wounded in the infirmary. He gave a polite nod to the boy, then entered the infirmary. He looked around the room, but was not really sure where to begin. No matter what he did, he needed to avoid getting in the way of the medical staff, so he mostly stuck to the sidelines. As expected, the entire room was filled with people with various degrees of injuries. Some looked like they would be fine without help, while others were maimed to the point that all the healers could do was make their last moments painless. As much as it pained him, he focused on the latter group closely. The sheer thought of seeing a friend in that state struck fear into his heart, but to be able to grieve would be better than just not knowing. The only thing keeping him out of depression was the knowledge that at least most of these people had a chance. The college's healers were probably some of the best in Tien, so if anyone could save them, it was them. The infirmary had evidently held out against the demons' assault, so not all of the college's healers had perished. When Ssarak's village was attacked, almost everyone who could have helped the wounded had been killed, so many who did survive had been doomed to a slow death. Ssarak considered it a mercy that most of them had died before he returned, as it meant he did not have to witness their lives extinguishing around him.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak was deep in his own thoughts for a while, but when he heard Meirin's voice, his expression lit up. He smiled, shifted over to one side of the bench he was on, and moved his tail out of the way. This mission would be the first time in quite a while that he left the college, and despite the danger the would be facing, he couldn't help but to look forward to it, especially since Meirin would be joining as well. He couldn't help but to wonder if it was intentional that they were assigned to the same mission.\n\n\"Greetings, Meirin. Here, have a seat.\" He offered as she approached. \"I believe this will be the first time that we have traveled outside the college together, will it not? The city we are traveling to, Hysteria, I believe the name is, I cannot say I know much about it. Indeed, I cannot confess to having much...practical knowledge of many places outside the Scorched Lands. Do you happen to know anything about it, or Djarkel in general?\" He asked. In the few years he spent as a mercenary after leaving his homeland, he spent some time in cities, but even so, he always found a way to isolate himself. He did not understand their culture, so he just avoided any contact with others outside of his work. It prevented him from making social mistakes, but it also prevented him from learning from them. He reasoned that their customs would be similar to the college, as he was accustomed to, but he was well-aware that regional customs could vary. This was, of course, assuming the caravan made it to the city safely, as a demon attack could certainly interrupt their travel plans.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "\"Don't mind if I do!\" Meirin took a seat next to Ssarak as he pointed out this would be their first time outside the college together. She wondered what exactly he meant by that, or rather, why he bothered to bring it up. She had a sly smile that poked the imagination, but she otherwise thought nothing of it. Than he asked her about Djarkel, something she had more knowledge about.\n\n\"Well... I'm sure that anyone can tell you the basics about Djarkel. It's a land where Dark Magic is commonly practiced, such as Necromancy or Demonmancy. It would make sense for there being an influx of demon activity there. Djarkel itself is ruled by Barons, various lords or ladies who own parts of the land. They use their dark magic to expand their territories, and are often feuding with each other. I think there may be a high Baron or some such, though I'm sure that title is also hotly contested and fought over. At least they only use demons or the undead during their battles instead of sending living people to fight on their behalf. Not to say that you won't find your fair share of warriors and mercenaries in Djarkel. But if a Baron hires any living person for any job, it's likely for assassination, or other specialized talent. Djarkel itself is a depressing place, with very few refuges from it's constant state of war. But if there's only thing about Djarkel that's worth admiring, it's the character of the people there. People there are strong-willed and able to hold their own. While they might not always be united, individually each person has a source of strength that would allow them to over come any obstacles in their path. One anecdote that a native of Djarkel once told me: Nothing is fair, everything is equal\". He never really explained to me what the meaning was, but I imagine that what he means is that, while one can do whatever they have to do in order to survive, it not as though you never have a chance, at least. There's always a small chance against all the odds, and that all you need to do is catch it.\"\n\nMeirin thought about what else she could say. She knew a little bit of Hysteria from her travels there, but she never stayed in town longer than a day or two. Much could have changed since she had last visisted, but she mentioned what stood out to her.\n\n\"As for Hysteria itself, it's honestly a rather unassuming city. It's sort of a trade hub into Djarkel, hence why our caravan would be heading there. It has large stone walls surrounding the city, carved from gray stone from the mountains. But the plain stone only serves as an empty canvas for various culture to blend in. Hysteria is known for it's very colorful characters, that is to say, everyone over there is a bit mad. Not that they're angry, just... Strange. It's almost surreal. I haven't met anyone in Hysteria who had any strong feeling against outsiders, though I have seen a lot of freakish people there who I sometimes think might be insane. Oh, but don't think they're dangerous! Hysteria has it's own community of enthusiastic, if also a touch crazy, artisans and craftsmen. Their strange way of thinking gives travelers a good impression of the fairly bizarre mindset of Djarkel, but also serve an example that their dark and almost horrific visage does not make them evil or even all that bad. It's actually a bit charming how quirky and enthusiastic they can be despite how bleak their land and lives are.\"\n\nMeirin looked down and crossed her fingers together. She certainly said a lot and she was starting to feel a bit self-conscience about it. In truth she didn't know much about Djarkel since she lived in the monastery most of her life, and she'd prefer if she could talk about that instead. Alas, they weren't heading towards the mountains so it wasn't really necessary. Trying to pull her thoughts away from home Meirin had a few questions of her own about the mission. \"So... What do you think is causing the demon attacks? I mean, what do you think Lucilia wants us to find? I can't imagine that the demons have any particular reason or agenda to fulfill for attacking the caravans.\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "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": "**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": "Leith listened to the teenager's story. It gave him an idea of how many mages they were dealing with. The power that they supposedly gave the kid interested Leith. If he could, he would have asked about it, but it sounded like the kid thought they were looters. Leith shook his head and checked his cloak to see if his hand was covered before addressing the child.\n\n\"We are not looters. We've been assigned to the task of tracking rouge mages and stopping them. They've attacked villages other than this one. Besides, who would be stupid enough to loot a village that is still smoldering?\" He glanced at Grey before he continued. \"We'll leave, but could you answer one more question? Where did they go? We could possibly find them ourselves, but the information would help.\"\n\n---\n\n**Darius**\n\nThe next few moments were a blur. A child had come from the wagon and helped secure the ropes long enough to get the wagon across. Then everyone hurried to protect her while he sat and regained his breath. When everything was done, Alaira and the child were on the ground next to him, and Ssarak and Meirin were out of sight. He stood up to see over the edge and was relieved to see that they were alive. It would be a shame to lose over half of the guard for the wagon.\n\nAlaira seemed to know the child, and was looking devastated at the fact that she was here. Darius nodded to himself. The child, Lyn, would be a great tool in making Alaira see how her impulsiveness could have killed someone. He glared at her unconscious form before he went to go check on the wagon driver.\n\n\"I am sorry for all of this.\" He pointed at Alaira over his shoulder with his thumb. \"It was a stupid, stupid move, but I believe that she will have a change of attitude very shortly.\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" } ]

[ { "text": "Alaira TaennAlaira smirked, this would be a rout, not a fight. When you had your enemy so terrified as to question what was real and what wasn't, you may as well have beaten them already. However, she had frowned when she noticed that several of the bandits had kept their nerve, two Crossbowmen and one really big one. He roared an order to his men, advising they kill her before she cast another spell... She flashed a toothy grin, crouching lower into a combat stance. \"I can smash you all just fine without it...\" she growled, before noticing a glint of sunlight reflected off... something.\n\nTime slowed down as she realized she was seeing one of the Crossbowmen, ready to fire. She evaded to the side as fast as she could, a quick burst of aeromancy propelling her a few feet... And just enough it seemed. The first bolt (which she hadn't noticed) clipped off one of the steel pauldrons on her otherwise leather armor, sparks showering for an instant as it dragged across. But the second was much closer, grazing the side of her neck... She came to a stop, her hand flying to her neck to assess the damage... Without her aeromancy, she would likely have a punctured throat. She might have lived through something like that, might... But that would have made her an easy kill for the bandits... Alright, enough playing. \n\nIt was time to actually show those other two what she could do in a real combat situation. The instant Ssarak landed she took the opportunity to take another bandit out of the fight as she rushed forward. She could take the big guy one-on-one, but only if he had her full, undivided attention. As tough as she was, four on one odds were not something she wanted to take a chance with. She leapt a ways into the air as she boost forward with her Aeromancy, delivering a rising knee to an unlucky bandit's gut at great speed. Still moving forward, she took a hold of his head and toppled him forward, slamming his head to the ground as she continued past him. She dug her boot into the ground, pivoting back around as she raised her shield, charging towards another bandit to see if she could brain him with her mace before they got their shit together.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Roc Mission\n\nThe roc reached lower, her neck stretched and beak wide open. She expected an easy treat, just like the last ground walker, ready to snatch up her prey easily. What she didn't expect was the sudden pain from Arc's bite. His teeth bit into the soft down feathers and into the flesh underneath, drawing a little bit of her blood and staining the skull's teeth. She jerked and pulled back, the pain rippled through her mind causing her to let out a deafening screech. The sound ruptured through the open area, filling and vibrating off the air, killing her attacker's hearing. \n\nHer wings kicked forward, scattering dirt against the vampire, while hoping backward to buck the skull off. The Roc's head thrashed and flipped back to reach for the skull still latched onto her back. Attention taken by Arc's antics, the Roc never saw Eural and Annabeth burst from the woods on wagon. Eural's hands gripped the reins, snapping them to keep the frantic and willful Samson in his full out run. The horse's mouth was wide in panic on seeing the giant bird still trying to toss Arc off. \n\nSchwaff! \n\nAnnabeth shot off the arrow right as the roc managed to twist herself about, flinging the skull across the air. Arc went flying once more as his head, in some divine or higher power, managed to land into the wagon. It smacked into several white bones, clothing and a familiar cane…\n\nMeanwhile, the arrow splits at last moment and the vine rope spread across the roc's neck. It twisted about her neck as it entangles her wings and pins them to her body, crippling her ability to fly. The animal screeches in fury and her head jerked to the side, spotting the still rattling wagon rumbling in a dead gallop away. She hiss. Wasting little time, her claws dug into the earth as she bolted after the wagon. While the roc wasn't adapt for ground running, she was no slouch in her speed. Barely keeping up, the roc's head strained against the tangled rope and smacked against the wagon side. \n\nEural shouted, his body almost tossed from his perch. Both Annabeth and Colette, as well as Arc, would feel the impact, sending them to the wagon's other side. \"Someone better kill that thing before she kills us!\" The guide cried, his arms struggled to jerk Samson to rebalance the cart.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Mage Hunters\n\nThe Eternal Hunger giggled madly as Grey kept slamming his hand into her head. There was no pain, no reaction. She just kept madly trying to drive her remaining fingers into Grey's face. She didn't notice Leith walking up to her, caught up in her mad assault as she was. When Leith threw the flames into her face, she screamed. It was a long, tortured, sound and she stumbled backwards off of Grey only to be thrown into another flaming zombie causing it to fall on her. Her scream shot up to a whole new degree, removing any traces of humanity from the sound, as she thrashed and writhed in a desperate attempt to get the flames away from her. By the time her remaining claw had dismembered the corpse enough to let her get up, still trying to pat out the fire, Grey was already moving. Eternal hunger was hit by an essential freight train. As Eternal hunger hit the ground, various bones snapped. Eternal Hunger kept screaming, more concerned with attempting to beat the flames on her head out by slamming her skull on the ground. \n\nAs the guardsman's fingers wrapped around her throat, her screams were turned into mere gurgling screeches. Her neck bones broke with an almost disturbing ease, but the screaming didn't stop until the fire reached her brain. All at once, the Eternal Hunger stopped moving.\n\nWatching the fight from the distance, Legion muttered something Althalus didn't catch. Drawing his blade again, he moved it towards his hand, causing Althalus to flinch. Not again. How many hands can this bastard regrow! But the Demonomancer merely made a small slash on his hand, and four plum sized drops of blood spilled out onto the ground and quickly disappeared into the grass. Legion left into the woods soon after, moving with the same inhuman speed Eternal Hunger had shown.\n\n \"That's not good..\" The assassin muttered, picking himself up. He winced and spat out another curse as he brushed his stump of a hand on the ground. The pain was now a dull throb, but it still hurt. Looking over at the screaming, burning area, he noticed Mar on the ground, Legion's demon over her. For a brief moment, he almost panicked, then he remembered. This man, given what he had seen Althalus used the word hesitantly, helped her. And it doesn't seem to be eating her... Still he hurried over to her, cradling his stump of an arm to his chest. \n\nThe demon stepped back and retreated with it's master, leaving Althalus to watch as best he could over Mar while it's slime continued to work its strange magic.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "Grey Onyx\nGrey was a mess, all he could really process right now was 'KILL THE MONSTER' as he squeezed the life from its throat... He raised one hand, screaming as he drove his armored fist down onto its head, over and over again... Runes glowed through his flesh once more, enhancing his strength with earth-shattering might as he drove his fist right through... He kept punching, over and over and over again, each impact a loud, somewhat muffled thud before he noticed something... \n\nThere was no screaming... \n\nHis runes dulled to nothing as he sat there, panting in exhaustion. Shakily, he slowly lifted his fist, soaked in blood. He looked down, somewhat in a daze at the sight of the red, pasty smear that was a head once, and the small divot in the ground. Who knows how long it had been dead... Still shaking, he slowly rose to his feet staring at the body as he took a couple slow, lumbering steps back... He noticed several parts of his armor had little flames, drops of lamp oil that had earlier fallen on him slowly burning, not enough oil for a huge blaze. he looked about, far too dazed to take stock of the situation like he usually did. No, instead he did what most people would do in this situation. He braced himself against a ruined cart, and vomited...", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" } ]

[ { "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": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak's smile was constant as he and Meirin began to walk down the hall, in the direction of their rooms. Technically, they were in a public place, but there was no one else in the hallway at the moment. He had no problem with either strangers or friends knowing about their relationship, and felt no need nor desire to hide it, but he was aware that it was not always acceptable among humans to show one's affections around others. Though, he was not familiar with the specifics of those rules. \n\n\"Once again, I believe you are very much correct. I may not sweat, but that does not mean I can avoid bathing. Nor would I wish to. I rather like the water. Strange, I know, considering that I come from a place where lava flows like rivers. It amazed me that places outside my homeland had such large bodies of water as lakes and rivers. I have quite a few stories about my experiences with the water after I left.\" He commented. \"Anyway, I will do all I can to help you, but...I am more accustomed to flying on the wind, not bending it to carry me. Still, there are principles of flight which I imagine are universal. Most likely. Well...I will be there to catch you.\" He added, mostly jokingly. It was a decent walk for them to reach their rooms, though it did not take too long before they neared them.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Lyn\n\nLyn nodded her head, her body still being held by Alaira. Her arms clinged to the half elf and leaned heavily upon her guardian for the time being. However her belly refuse to rest. It grumbled and roared quietly, still needing something to satisfy it, while she tried to listen to Alaira and Lieth converse. The half elf seemed a little offish and this made Lyn's head tilt in confusion. Did she do something wrong again? It was something, she realized, she was getting a bit too good at now a days. \n\nNot happy she had upset Alaira by inviting Leith, she bowed her head down upon Alaira's shoulder. Her arms wrapped about and held close as they walked to the kitchen. On approaching it, her stomach growled more ferocious causing her rub it in anxiety. Normally she would've asked mom to get herself to eat but seeing as she wasn't in the best mood, Lyn has decided it was better to travel to the kitchens with Alaira and Lieth. Smells of cooking meat, soups and bread were wafting from the rooms where busy bodies were busting their asses for the morning meal. Often, the staff were overjoyed to see Lyn being brought in which resulted in her hands being stuffed with candied goods, sweet molasses bread, and other goodies that made her tummy less hungry. \n\nShifting in Alaira's hands, she gestured an idea in her head. She leaned over and pointed at the basket, a picnic one woven by reeds, then to the set of cheeses, breads, few cooling pies and other food delights made by the kitchen's volunteers. Students were often suggested to ask before they took but no one ever got into serious trouble over swiping a few goodies here or there. It was grown within the school grounds for the most part by the students, both herbamancers and volunteers, that there was plenty for everyone. \n \n\nRathel\n\nRathel agreed but a gaping hole was just as bad, he head turned to note the serious and recollecting expression on the man's face. Something was clearly bothering him though the joy seemed shortly lived. Though Rathel could've declined, making another suggestion, the demon wisely allowed the man to unburden himself. Much like Khan would do in the private of his study, the demon listening and digesting the following words. When the man finished, Rathel was silent. \n\nHis eyes shifted to the window and seemed to trace the delicate work. His mind recalled when Khan was younger, his own worries and regrets nearly drove him on an unforgivable path. Though for some, redemption was far from easy. His mind drifted on the words some and what to say. \n\n \"That is strange, I will admit. I never did understand how you survive Heus, but then again, I wasn't myself nor was Zaad. Personally, I like to think you were blessed by the Gods with an amazing gift and what you do with it is a responsible that is completely up to you. Instead of pondering on what you are, why not decide how you will control and use it? It's natural to wonder and be fearful of the unknown, but don't let it haunt you. Don't let what you don't know or understand define you. As far as I'm concerned, you are Grey. Not human, or something beyond mortal. Merely Grey. And to me, as well as many, that is all that matters.\"\n\nTrying to reassure the man, Rathel placed his talons on the man's shoulder and gave him the most gentle look possible for his features.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" } ]

[ { "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": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nNothing about the situation was ideal, but Ssarak could accept this outcome, as it currently seemed to be unfolding. The Naga would have protection for the moment, and once Khan had received all of the necessary reports, he was sure that the college would offer them some form of aid. At the very least, they would no longer be in danger of being killed by the beasts of the Ravine. \n\nAs the group was making their way out of the catacombs, towards the college proper, Ssarak helped to carry the most wounded, while keeping a sharp eye out for any kind of threat. The presence of the shapeshifter was still a concern in his mind, and no creature they encountered, however small, was not suspect to him. Apart from the potential threats around them, however, another concern within Ssarak's mind was Tyrael. Though he had not harmed any students, the fact remained that he did make the threat to do so, and Ssarak was not sure what affect that would have. \n\nWhile they were still walking, Ssarak decided he could use the time to give Khan more information on what transpired. Naturally, he sent his message telepathically in order to remain confidential. \"The Naga, from what I gather, come from Mesa Gaan; survivors of the massacre there. The Matriarch is among them, as well as Mar's brother. According to him, they were forced into the ravine and have been surviving there since the attack. They come to the College seeking its protection; I do not believe they had the option to petition for such a thing through normal means. Tyrael, however…I do not know what to think of it. The moment he saw the Naga, it was like he went into a rage. I am certain they were what sparked his behavior. As soon as he identified them as Naga, he ordered me to kill them. His voice…it sounded strange, like there was something else speaking through him. I do not have any experience with Fallen Demonmancers beyond Tyrael, but it was almost as if his demon was controlling him, or at least influencing him. Certainly, he did not seem like he was in his right mind. I am uncertain why the sight of Naga would cause such a thing to happen, however. He is close to Mar, so it is not as if he despises the race as a whole.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Sinys: Lyn's hunt. \n\nSprawled out on the ground Sinys sighed expresivly. He sat up with a dead look on his face, and what felt like a black eye \"Sa'avat la wrucy. Te mal sume.\" He muttered random words intended for cursing. Somehow his eyes found Helena, but while he knew she was thrown from the way she landed, he was still peeved about being trampled. It showed clearly on his face. His head scanned the area, obviously for listening but maybe not so much after he had been staring at people.\n\n Standing slowly he took his water skin from his side, taking special note that it had been slick with blood, he pulled the wedge and starting drinking. He did this for at least ten seconds without breathing. His lungs were on fire by count six, but when he came up for air a large amount was blown out then sucked in. A hard reset to his heartbeat and oxygen consumption was the result. Also it was something he did when he was highly upset, it calmed the mind and the body quickly. After he was done being dramatically effective he wiped his hand with the back of his mouth leaving a smear on his chin. \n\nHe was not really looking at anyone this time which should have made himself obvious \"I believe there is still game afoot?\" he asked turning his head again and locking onto the sound of the alpha not too far away. His chest hurt from the claw marks, but he found quickly that it would operate with ease, just painfully. His back and his head were throbbing something aweful, though that was much less of a concern than the human blood he smelled. He paused and decided that field medical wouldn't be bad \"Human, my name is Sinys. We should patch that arm before moving. It's your choice though.\" he said hoping that a name might calm her. He didn't know if she was experiencing the same feelings as him being on a battlefield for the first time. \n\nMostly he was calming himself, he had never had so many close calls before in his life. Not so many as in the last ten minutes anyhow. He readied himself to tear an inside fold of his robe that would be rather clean. Had he known that there would have been fighting he would have brought his own kit. He didn't even have any liquor to cleanse the wound. All of these thoughts piled up as he waited on her response, if she accepted he would hurriedly bandaged her up. Preventing further blood loss and keeping the arm from pumping out blood from activity. To which he assumed she wasn't ready to give up yet.", "username": "EthTenshi", "char_name": "Sinys Erweinoc Luf'firio" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak realized after about a minute that Meirin was likely not in her room. He was about to leave to see if he could find her elsewhere when he heard footsteps approaching. He smiled as soon as he turned to see Meirin nearby, though it was not difficult for him to see that she had been through something. He saw the bandages, scruffed up clothing, and bruises, so it was not difficult to guess that she had been in a fight. With all his years as a warrior, he was more than familiar with all the injuries different types of fighting could bring. But, based on her apparent mood, he surmised that it was nothing serious. Though, the marks he could see did not let on completely to how intense Meirin's sparring match had been. \n\n\"Well, I just learned today that my private lessons conflicted with another obligation of Satori's so we had to reschedule. Since I had no other plans, it means I am free for the entire day.\" He explained. Walking up to her, he offered her the rose he was carrying. \"So, I was hoping to surprise you. Though, it seems you have been through some excitement yourself. Unless bandages are a part of Human fashion that I never knew about. I trust that whoever gave you those bruises received just as many?\" Ssarak asked. He cautiously gave her a light hug, since he was not certain how sore she was at the moment.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Lyn, Orchard\n\nLyn stared at her new Assimilation Ring. She twisted the branching band, the texture made of some type of hardened rock, and admiring the ruby red gem on her forefinger as it spun around. Her thoughts were lingering on her hunt a few weeks ago and the result of it. Her teeth bit her lower teeth in anxiety over the scene playing out, her mother screaming and being torn from the inside out causing her to shudder thanks to her own imagination. She leaned against the thick trunk of the mulberry, her arms pulling her basket closer and rested it against her pelvis. Her legs hung down while she swayed them back and forth in through. Anyone could easily see something was bothering. \n\nShe caught a delicate little branch, her boot toe dislodging a small, fresh leaf. It floated down from the air in a lazy way, coming closer and closer to the red haired woman below. It landed upon her page that she was reading, likely distracting as it had covered over her current reading spot. Another delicate crackle and the next thing that Helena knew, a big, fat mulberry fell right on top of her head. It went splat with its juice straining her scalp and locks, Lyn obvious to it until the woman reacted. Naturally it caused the almost sixteen year old child to cautiously glance downward, her arm stretched out and firmly clasping one of the whippy branches.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" } ]

[ { "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": "Ssarak grinned. \"And I must say, I am quite fond of carrying you. I want to take you higher than before; to the limits of where my wings can carry us. At that height, buildings can be like specks of dust on the landscape beneath you. Being above the clouds, you can watch them pass by like mountains in the sky. There is a point, far above the ground, where the horizon itself starts to bend. I do not believe I could take you there, but...I think you will enjoy it regardless.\"\n\nWith their plans decided upon, the pair started making their way towards the building's exit, but Ssarak still had Meirin's scent on his mind, and did not want to pass on the opportunity to compliment her on it. \"I would also like to say, your scent is simply wonderful. It is bold, but not overbearing. It is sweet, and exotic...well, to me at least. It flatters me that you would wear it for our time together, and makes me regret that I did not do the same for you.\"\n\nGiven the context of the scents Meirin was wearing, Ssarak once more started to think about the dress, but from a different perspective. He never would have known her to wear something so restrictive, but she had also used a scented oil or perfume for the first time since he had known her. He understood the meaning of perfumes, and could not help but to wonder if her sudden change in attire was for the same reason. Reflecting on how he had responded to the dress, his expression quickly turned to regret. \"Oh...wait, did you wear the dress for...me as well? I am so sorry, I did not realize...I of course appreciate you doing such things for me, but...\" He stammered, rubbing his neck awkwardly. \"It is just, in my village, we never used clothing in that manner, or many other purposes that were not strictly practical. We were usually either nude, or just wore simple loincloths, pouches, and such. I never knew clothing was used in so many ways in Human lands. I am still sometimes learning what is appropriate or expected to wear in what occasions. I truly hope I did not offend. Should I be wearing anything different right now?\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak took Meirin up in his arms and, with a running start, pulled them both up into the air. Taking off from the ground was usually the most difficult part of a flight, particularly when carrying any sort of weight. He could use his legs for an initial boost, but it took a lot of work with his wings to gain any sort of altitude. Given his experience in flight, however, he knew how to save energy wherever he could. Tall structures, like towers or mountains, tended to create updrafts of which he could take advantage. As such, he flew alongside the College's tallest tower to use the wind to carry him even higher, until he had taken them above the tower. From that point, it would simply be a matter of flying in a spiral upwards until his wings could carry them no higher. He would take advantage of thermal updrafts whenever he could find them to speed along the process, but it was not something he expected to accomplish quickly. \n\nThe pair were already higher than the tallest landmark in sight, though it was no height they had not reached before. Since the flight had steadied out, Ssarak readjusted his grip on Meirin to be more comfortable for her. With her weaving magic, she could easily save herself if something went wrong, so he did not have to carry her with near as secure of a grip as he had in the past. Of course, he still took pleasure in holding his arms firmly around her. \"I should probably say, it could take a while before we reach the height I am wanting. There is heat rising from the College below, which is helping, but it is still quite the height regardless. I hope you do not mind being in my...gentle, loving embrace for such a time.\" He chuckled. \n\nSsarak's gaze shifted down to the landscape below. The College itself was starting to appear increasingly small beneath them. The College was an impressive sight, certainly, but when compared with the entirety of the horizon in all directions, all of the forests, plains, and other features that expanded out beneath them, it almost looked insignificant. To Ssarak, such sights had been normal in the Scorched Lands, but he did not often take the time to seek them out since he had arrived at the college. \n\nAbove them, the clouds that were growing increasingly closer were thick, and somewhat dark. Smiling, Ssarak moved his head so he could look at Meirin. \"It looks like it could rain soon. Fortunately, that shall not be an issue for us. Just...be ready for some humidity in a few minutes.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Lyamis' eyes darted over the skies, still not use to the twilight scenery or how it bathed him in a crimson light. He noted the birds flirting past and skirting toward the orchard where he could scent his niece's smell wafting among the flowers, fruits and other numerous plants the herbamancers grew there. He would some times past time by passively watching them since his duties were lessened thanks to the wall as it provided continual protection from the outside elements. The male naga again treated the next batch of Myrn's question like before. His voice rapidly sounding off answers in her nearly breathless volley, her quill scratching away with the newly obtained information. \n \nHe was mindful not let his tail tread too closely to her current position, recalling her reaction last time. Repeating it wasn't a very desired thing. \n\n\"Fascinating! Could you tell me more about your home?\" \n\n\"Why,? It's no longer our home.\"\n\n\"What was it called, where was it at?\" \n\nMesa Gaan and within the deeper desert parts of Yarsomere. \n\n\"Was it underground, or did you have settlements above ground as well?\"\n\n\"Our sleeping quarters were underground while we did normal, everyday activities on the surface.\" \n\n\"What about the diet of a naga? I've noticed it's primarily meat, do nagas have any vegetation to their diet?\" \n\n\"Vegetation tends to run through our digestive system quicker than meat, which sets in our bodies for up to a month. This allows us to go hunting only once every month, each naga divided into groups and designated key times to hunt and feed. Any more meat hunted between is often salted and preserved before selling to the brave merchants in the desert. Usually conducted by the crafters and watched over by the hunters.\" \n\n\"Do they practice animal husbandry, farming, anything like that?\" \n\n\"No point. Ravine provides most of what we need.\"\n\n \"What is their cuisine like?\"\n\n\"Depends on the demon. Most have a hot, sulfuric taste to their meat that requires specialized preparations to make edible, though it helps it's Ravine demons since they are technically surface demons and less tough.\" \n\n \"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?\" \n\n\"We create goods and tools from the items we don't use, ensuring no part of the demon is wasted. In addition, some people pay us to capture or hunt specific creatures within the Ravine for their own uses.\" \n\n \"What do naga hunt the most in the Ravine?\" \n\n\"The Ravine is difficult to predict what will come to the surface or within, it was mostly Ravine Hounds. They seem to have a sac that allows them to prevent poisoning and very highly valued in large amounts.\" \n\n \"Have the naga ever warred against other civilizations in the past?\" \n\n\"No. We've always been separated from the other races for as long as any generation can remember. We never found it reasonable to want to any race, unless they became a repeated and endless threat to us, dead. That's a key difference between us and the other races. Mainly because grudges or wars are caused by emotions.\" \n\n \"I know that right now they've been displaced due to the Yarosmere government, has something like this happened before?\"\n\n\"No.\" \n\n \"What is the daily life of a naga like?\" \n\n\"Depends on the naga. Casters are in charge of taking care of camp, crafting, and manual labor. Hunters are in charge of defending, hunting, scouting, order and watch.\" \n\n \"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?\"\n\n\"As said, earlier, there's two castes. Crafter and Hunter. And yes, all naga are lead by at least one matriarch who was once a hunter and chosen for a successor by the prior one. They are called Tyros which often were chosen from the Hunter caste by the matriarch.\" \n\n \"And what will the naga do now?\" \n\n\"Resettle at first then it's up to the matriarch to determine.\" \n\n \"Will you still maintain relations with the college?\"\n\n\"I don't know.\" Lyamis admitted. He, himself, personally would've liked to keep in contact with the College, which allowed him to keep tabs on Mar and even to some extent, Lyn. The hybrid had been the source of tension between most of the naga since her discovery, a fact he found rather unsettling and worried might tear his clan apart. The matriarch said such diversity was expected but he wasn't sure it should've been tolerated as they drew near to Amaryllis. Her weathered figure hunched over her woven basket, crudely made compared to the crafters they have lost, and hung loosely at her thin arm. She looked like she would die any day now. A matter that worried the male indefinitely because he knew not everyone will follow him when the matriarch died. \n\nHe leaned over and hissed quietly to Myrn. \"Behave yourself and don't pepper the Matriarch with your numerous questions.\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "Despite Meirin's worries, Ssarak seemed unfazed, and still in quite good humor. He leaned his head to the side slightly as she rubbed her hand across his muzzle. He gave a soft, pleasant hum. \"You need not fear. I know what it is that I am doing.\" He answered confidently. They were nearing the edge of the cloud, so the truthfulness of his words would be proven shortly. \n\nAs the pair ascended into the cloud from below, Meirin might have been surprised by the sensation, in that it did not feel too appreciably different from flying anywhere else. For someone who lived their life on the ground, a cloud might appear soft, like cotton, but the only change they could feel physically was that it quickly became strongly humid. It was almost like flying through a very thick fog, and indeed, they could not see more than a few feet in front of them. Even Ssarak's sharp eyesight did not allow him to see any farther than Meirin. Regardless, he had flown through many clouds in the past, so there was no panic from the fact that he could not see their current bearing. He simply continued to spiral upwards in the same circles as before. \n\nEven with the lack of sensation, Ssarak did not doubt that the cloud was a new experience for Meirin. Clouds were simple things, and a common sight to anyone who did not live in a desert. But, that only meant that they were something most people could fanaticize about, without actually being able to reach them. Among Humans, Meirin was now one of the few exceptions. However, what was even more impressive than being in the clouds was the view once they breached the top of the clouds, and were able to fly above them. \n\nExtending out in all directions around the pair were clouds, which had replaced the horizon below. Though their underside had been dark, even stormclouds were almost solid white from above. They appeared more beautiful than threatening, particularly for one viewing them for the first time. From the ground, clouds tended to appear deceptively small, but now that they were flying just above them, their true scale was readily apparent. They were like mountains floating through the sky all around them. Above them, the sky was bright blue, like the clearest of days. Some of the splendor of the sight was lost on Ssarak, since he had flown to these heights before, but he could still remember his first time testing the limits of his wings. Between the clouds' white color, and their sheer scale, it was like flying inches above the landscape of some strange, foreign world. \n\n\"Sublime, is it not? Just tell me if you start to feel short of breath, and I shall climb no higher.\" Ssarak commented.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "E'nasha Williams\n\n\"Well, I didn't see any dragons, but we did fight a guy that could turn into a swarm of bugs, apparently. And he was an herbamancer. He, sent a bunch of trees after us. Not very fun to try and dodge.\" E'nasha laughed slightly as she finished talking. It wasn't very funny at the time, but now the event did seem almost laughable, especially scince the guy they'd fought had seemed so strong when she'd been told about his abilities, but had died almost… easily.\n\n \"Well, I'm glad you're better, and I hope you don't get blood sickness ever again if you can avoid it. I… seem prone to catching it, though it never really lasts long. I haven't had blood sickness scince I came to the college, but a couple months before El'kan and I got here...\" She trailed off. There, wasn't any reason to talk about this anymore, and, she didn't really want to. She always had bad dreams, worse than her nightmares, when she got sick, and those dreams dominated her memory of the time. When there's nothing good to focus on, dreams are supposed to be your escape, not a prison.\n\nChange of topic. \"Well, scince you're obviously not bedridden anymore, but should still probably take it easy, do you want to.. er, would you like to.. \" Shoot, this sounds way less wierd in her head. She sighed and spoke quickly, before she could back out or something. \"I was gonna ask if you would help me look for El'kan, but honestly I think I've given up at this point so… would you mind just hanging out with me? Or letting me hang out with you, I guess is the better term. We could explore the college together or find something fun to do… unless, you already have plans?\"", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" }, { "text": "Keri Wolf\n\n \"He walked before Uicle got a hold of him, through not very good. I know he made some improvements and stitched him together a bit better.\" Lyn said truthfully. It didn't really upset her since the young woman had no prior knowledge of the creature's creation since the bear was made long before the vampire had decided to come to the college. But it was was another lesson in which she was curious to take just in case the same problem occurred in the future. Granted it was a major possibility since the ones from the hunt weren't captured yet.\n\nThe young woman felt Helena grasp her hand and the human taking in a deep breath from the ice cold feeling from Keri's hand. Something in which most seemed to do, well that weren't other vampires making the girl grin, exposing her white fangs. \"Fuck, you're cold.\" The poor woman stated as the vampire softly chuckled.\" I should have warned you that I have a really low body temperature. Sorry about that Helena. I guess I forget that other humans can't stand the cold very well.\" she said calmly and waited for the woman to absorbed that bit of information.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" } ]

[ { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\n\nShe hadn't thought that her peaceful afternoon reading would turn so suddenly into a gathering spot. She'd gone from being by herself to being surrounded by people she'd maybe shared ten words with collectively. It seemed Lyn was a magnet for people, because no one had come over to find her, just the girl. \n\nShe waved off the apology from Keri. It wasn't that big of a deal after all. Not that she'd really have much of a chance to say anything anyways, there were others there now and they weren't there to see her. So she just slunk back some, leaning against the tree to let everyone else talk amongst themselves. She had waved her hellos to the newcomers and that was all she felt she needed. She didn't need to be the center of attention after all. They'd talk to her when they needed to. If Lyn wanted her offered help picking or baking or whatever she would be there.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nThe reminder of Tyrael caused Ssarak to think back briefly to the incident in the catacombs. It was a thought that made him quite obviously uncomfortable. \"Yes...Tyrael.\" Ssarak began, shifting his weight to one side and breathing in deeply. \"I saw his...I am not even sure what to call it. Breakdown? Transformation? Regardless, I witnessed it from its beginning through to its end. As soon as he saw the Naga, something within him snapped. He was no longer the person I knew him to be. Still, I do hope he recovers, mentally. Despite my general distaste for demons, I cannot deny Tyrael's strength, and I cannot deny that we will need him in the coming days. I would much rather have him as an ally than to not. Or even worse, to have him as an enemy.\"\n\nSsarak's eyes shifted briefly towards Meirin. He knew she distrusted demons, and he could not help but to agree. Since they had arrived at the College, demons had proved to be a danger on multiple occasions. The demon attack had nearly destroyed the College entirely, and now Tyrael had seemed to lose control of himself. It was difficult to give demons any measure of trust, but Ssarak's practicality also influenced his opinions. Tyrael was a master mage who would be an asset to the College for as long as he was allied with it, and given the power of their enemy, they would need as many allies as possible. \n\n\"I will admit, standing against Tyrael was among the most frightening things I have ever done.\" Ssarak continued. \"He is powerful beyond anything I could hope to stand against, but it was not within me to allow him to murder the Naga in cold blood. I had to take a stand, even if it was bordering on suicidal. I am simply glad that most of the other students had the bravery and will to stand against him as well. The guardsman Grey, and particularly Colette, they did far more than I could have asked.\" As Ssarak spoke, he turned his attention more directly towards Amary and Lyam. \"And that risk did pay off in the end. Your people have undergone a great tragedy, but you are still alive. I cannot admit to knowing how you might recover, but it is at least still a possibility for your future.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Sinys: His room.\n\nThe air itself had tasted stale as he breathed in the dankness from his sweat in the air. Unsatisfied with himself as ever his morning ritual turned into a struggle to continue through the day. It had been continuing for the past two weeks with little rest other than what classes he actually attended. In his arrogance he did not see why he had to be there when his father's murderer still breathed. However he had currently been working on his fourth full itteration of the forms he normally only did twice. He decided to double his workout wanting more results than what he had already, and for now his youthful body was allowing it. Signs that most people would recognize in the mirror easily passed right over his head. \n\nPerhaps he intentionally avoided other sentient beings for the fear of hearing such things. Now was not the time for rest, the lull held no promises for peace. The things he valued most in his forms was the flexibility it gave him. No matter how he moved it had stretched his muscles that he didn't know existed previously, and toned him from the constant motion and weight shift. On his last stance he faultered stumbleing as his foot touched the floor remembering the blunders he made on the battle feild past. The exsessive blood spilt on that Cosh, and of course speaking out of place to a stranger. It was funny to him. for the first time he felt comfortable to speak to a stranger. He reflected the latter subject and decided that it was not so much as comfortable as his lips had loosened in the heat of the battle. The thought made him consider the things that could be given to enemies if he chose to follow the feeling again. Not that he knew anything, in fact he fear what he didn't know more. Slowly he took off the weights he placed on his wrists and ankles sighing heavily as they hit the floor with an obnoxious thump. He really didn't want to think of how heavy they were. His body didn't seem to care as it informed him that each weighed about fourteen pounds of dead iron.\n\nMaking his way to the door a little sorely he pulled up his robe over his thin but ropey muscles. When he closed the door he did not worry about blowing out a candle. Closing the door he began to walk down the hall following his nose to the kitchen, something delicious was being made and he couldn't remember his last warm meal. His head felt a little light as he traveresed slower and slower to his destination. Eventually he took a knee and rested for the time being. He evened out his breathing carefully and stood when he was ready.\n\nA thought invaded his mind before actually entering the kitchen, he took a strip of cloth and tied it over his eyes. It had been one thing to be around mages whom get to see the extra ordinary. The concept of disturbing a poor cook creeped up on him quickly. He wondered why he thought of doing just such. He had always considered his village to be ingorant of the needs of a blind person, this thought presenting itself to him brought on just one more. So far not too many people seemed to think he was blind here, at first. So he tried making it a little more obvious. Leaving his home had most certainlty been a double edged sword. His weapon was cutting him from inexperiance of this world. \n\nStepping into the kitchen Sinys began hunting for food, mostly fruit, bread, soup and vegtables. He knew that he was in need of real sustenence, for now his mood for meat out weighed what he was finding. His nerves were on end with the thought of flying kitchen knives being pointed at him without his knowledge. The thought was ridiculous but it still sat in the back corner of his mind screaming assurance. He had heard of such things by word of mouth. That kind of information isn't to be trusted. During the search for food he made a very rough map of the kitchen in his mind. Each solid surface traced with his bubble, anything moving outside of his range before he got around would remain hidden. There was also the smell of food masking most of his nose power, he had a love hate relationship with the thought.", "username": "EthTenshi", "char_name": "Sinys Erweinoc Luf'firio" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak rubbed his chin as he looked over the map, noting any apparent places of interest. \"Hmm, I was wondering what became of the information we uncovered. It is good to see that our work has not gone to waste; or at least, not yet. It will be a diplomatic mission, you say? A few years ago, I would have told you that I was entirely unqualified, except perhaps as a bodyguard, but now, I believe my abilities are strong enough to be of some use. I just hope the other students who join us on the mission are as...cool-headed as us. I would not want someone like Alaira anywhere close to this task.\"\n\nBeing rid of his serious demeanor for a moment, Ssarak grinned towards Meirin. \"Though, there are still some things with which I will need your help. If it is a diplomatic mission, I should look the part of a diplomat, but I am not as well-versed in Djarkel fashion as yourself. I do not suppose you have anything in my size, do you?\" He joked. \"You may need to help dress me up as a 'proper' member of Djarkel high society. With your help, I may not look completely like a fool.\" \n\nSsarak stood up from the bed, letting out a breath towards the door. \"I suppose I should go speak to Lucilia right away, before the mission is filled completely. I would not want to miss the chance to join you. I may be able to convince her to give us something to purchase proper clothing, if she has not thought of that already. Besides that, I believe I am going to have quite a few questions for you about Djarkel over the next few weeks.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\n\nHelena sat and half listened to the conversations that were going on around her. She knew some names and she at least recognized every face in there. She'd seen them all often enough to know if they were student or staff or teacher. But that was about it for the most part. She was fairly certain that the ones at the table with her were named Baulder, and...well maybe she didn't know enough names. That would have to be fixed. They were talking about one not the missions that had been posted. She was fairly sure at least. She'd only half heard half of what they were saying. It was rude to listen to others conversation after all.\n\nBut she kinda needed to butt into their conversation regardless. Well, she could not, but she wanted the honey pot that was over by them and not within her reach. She cleared throat, looking to them as she pushed up her glasses on her nose. \"Excuse me,\" she said, waving her fingers at them and trying to at least sound pleasant even if she was sure she looked like death. \"Would one of you be so kind as to hand me the honey pot, please?\"", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "E'nasha Williams\n\nE'nasha couldn't help but smile as she heard Baulder say that he'd be going to Yarosmere with her, though she wasn't sure what he meant by her being an 'arbitration' to his decision. \"You don't have to go to Yarosmere just because I am, but it'd be great if you did! Maybe, when we're done with the mission or if there's a lull, I could show you my village. Well, assuming we'd be anywhere near it at all.\" A large group of students walked in shortly after she spoke, and she felt a shiver run though her. Pulling her hands into the sleeves of her coat for a second, she sighed. \"I suppose the cold can feel good in small doses, but it hinders you so much... at least you don't need to wear some bulky coat to protect yourself from heat.\"\n\nShe stopped grumbling after a moment, and realized that if she didn't finish her food soon the cold would get to it too. She quickly ate the last few bites on her plate, mentally cursing the cold for causing yet another annoyance to her today. \"The food in Yarosmere is pretty good, I guess. It's not too different on a basic level from what we have here at the college, though the spices used in dishes and how the food is cooked can be very different. One of my favorite things is a type of lightly-spiced flat bread that you can put pretty much whatever you want onto, and you roll it up to eat.\" She wasn't sure what to do or say next, but then someone sitting not too far away at their table asked if she or Baulder could pass the honey over. She reached over to grab the pot, but her grasp fell short, her arm was just a few inches too far away to reach it. \n\nSlightly embarrassed, she brought her arm back to her side and gently nudged Baulder with her elbow. \"Could you pass the honey pot over to her please Baulder? I can't reach it.\" She turned to face the other woman and smiled lightly at her. \"Are you feeling alright? You look like you may have caught a cold... Oh, sorry, I'm E'nasha, by the way.\"", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" }, { "text": "Baulder\n\nBaulder continued shoveling food into his mouth with his hands and was finding he was running out. He would need to go back for more soon. \"Yarosmere sounds like a \"desert\" from what.... I 'ave seen..read. I don't know what that really means. But you speak as if it's hot..... I wish to try this \"desert\". I'm not j-just....going for you or anything. I-i hear there is a lot of sand there.\" Baulder looked up at E'nasha for a second not halting his never ending consumption of meat. He saw her shiver and pull herself into her coat but Baulder didn't really feel any difference. \"I rather like this being bundled up yes? I like this coat, from some traders that came in last week... yes they seemed tasty.\"\n\n\"Hmmmmmm..... just bread? Surely there is meat right? Of course, but does the bread go well with certain types of meat or do you just always eat it. Yes yes you will have to show me all of the food we find. New foods we can remember, give to the underhaven cooks, we needed a new venison recipe if I remember.\" Baulder shoveled the last of his meat into his mouth and quickly shredded it with his canine teeth. He ended up using his tongue to break up the meat just so he could swallow faster. Still chewing on his meat and his mouth being full he was unable to laugh at E'nasha's attempt to grab a honey bowl too far away from her. But he quickly realized she wasn't trying to get it for herself. It amused him though that other people had shorter arms than him, come to think of it, he was quite a bit taller than her wasn't he? He hadn't really thought about it that much since they spent so much time sitting down when they were together. Maybe that was why they did then?\n\nWhen E'nasha asked him to get it however he quickly glanced at his tray then back to her. He held up one finger in front of him as he got up from his chair. As he got up his head felt light for a moment while he brought John into existence on Tienn. Without even looking at what was now nearly a mirror John reached over the table and passed the honey to the newcomer. \"Bauuuulder ssssends his thank...... get more foooood wasssssssssss where..... he wents to, he tell.\" John then sat down at the table for a moment before Baulder came back over with another large mound of food on his tray. He began to sit down right on top of John as the demon then disintegrated into quickly dissolving ash and took his place again.\n\n\"He says he doesn't like the trivial things, we know he doesn't mind them.\" Baulder said before he began shoveling down more food once again. It then clicked for Baulder that he should atleast acknowledge the new person. So he managed to get a smile with his food still full of what he now guessed was chicken. He quickly turned back to his heap of food and began putting a dent in it.", "username": "cqbexpt", "char_name": "\"Scarred hand\", \"Midnight\", Baulder" } ]

[ { "text": "Colette Filiatraut\n\nColette smiled as she finally got her girlfriend to wake up and out of bed. She waited patiently by the door that lead to the stairs to get out of the their tower dorm. She heard her ask if she was ready and nodded. [color=lavender]\"Yes I am. Are you going to eat something or are you going to skip another meal\"She asked as she opened the door and began the descent down the stone stairwell, her heels clicking with each step she took.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "Keri Wolf\n\nKeri opened her mouth to deny Colette's comment before shaking her head. She never spoke a single word about skipping meals but then again the woman was much younger compared to most of the vampires here. The young woman standing in front of her had 231 years as an advantage dispute the 16 to 18 year old look. If one would have added Lucilia into the mix then they both would have lost in an instant, not like she would actually tell you her real age. The younger vampire's head turn toward the window just in time to see another flake stick for a few seconds before melting away into the air leaking a small water mark where it had once been. The room wasn't completely fill yet it wasn't completely empty as she stared out into toward the college grounds. If one was beside her they would see that something wasn't quite right, as if something was bothering the girl or she was looking at a memory playing inside the room, but then again they would had to been rather closed.\n\nShe saw Lyn playing in the crimson snow which laid underneath her feet, with a mischievous grin upon her face, along with half dead eyes looking directly at someone. Mar was at a distance slowly crawling and pleading for something to stop. To leave her child alone. Inside Keri's mind her eyes flickered toward a figure dressed inside Althalus' armor with a weapon held high, only to fall as smoothing slashed through his armor. Slowly the students were placed in specific areas where they were killed. Some of the teachers were wounded and beaten causing rumbles of cheering and chanting on one side of the area. In the other a familiar chuckled fluttered through the air as if it was just a normal everyday thing. The vampire could feel herself moving forward inside her dream like state as a crimson hand slowly fluttered in her line of sight. Her claws bared the sign of use and the scent of freshly spilled blood filtered through the winter air. The young woman could feel as her throat began to dry as she stalked toward the two last victims. Khan seemed to be keeping Colette behind him as she screamed a name out, as if to snap them out of the trance, only to be overpowered by a familiar laugher. One word passed the person's lips. A single word that ended both of their lives.\n\nA loud clicking sound caused the young woman nearly jump out of her skin. She looked around in search of any evidence of what occurred was real just to be proven wrong. A another nightmare which haunted the vampire's morning. She noted that this one was more vivid than the ones in the past was. For some reason after Uicle had caught her the nightmares seemed to had begun hunting her in the day as her sleeplessness nights had ceased. Keri sighed as she allowed herself to focused on clearing her head, which for some reason caused her to think of the promises that were made, and how the owners didn't even have a clue of what was happening. \" In order to protect everyone from the result of my dream I must not tell. This is the best way to protect everyone. If I'm unable to keep the distance that is needed from these people than I shall bear these nightmares on my own. Only then will I be able to keep the students and teacher away from the same monster that I had met so long.\" the young woman repeated this inside her head before turning around to follow Colette. The older vampire seemed to have stopped to allow the young one to catch up which made the younger vampire a tiny bit better. \" So, where are we going first? To the missions board are or for something to eat?\" the young woman asked as if she kept up the whole time.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "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": "E'nasha Williams ~ Yarosmere?\n\n---\n\nE'nasha was starting to feel like her worries had been unfounded, until she let out a small noise of surprise as she found herself suddenly being pulled through a portal by a pair of seemingly disembodied hands. Whoever was doing this worked quickly, she didn't even see the chaos beginning to break out back on the other side of the portal before she was pulled into the darkness. \n\nShe landed hard on cold stone, too dizzy to make out anything around her besides the fact that there was indeed ground there. Whatever hands that had grabbed her let her go, and she tried to stand up only to decide to lie down instead. She felt like she might be sick, and closed her eyes to help block out the rest of the world spinning around in her vision. Vaguely, almost as if they were far, far away, she heard others come through the portal behind her and begin speaking, though she didn't really catch any of the words. \n\nA sudden loud noise made her open her eyes and attempt to focus on what was going on again. She was glad to see that the spinning had stopped, though the rock wall separating her teammates from each other, and the look on Mar's face, was altogether as equally unsettling as it was sobering. She thought about standing up again as she listened to what was being said now, but the clarity of her mind hadn't yet undone the knot in her stomach. She definitely felt bad for the man who couldn't keep himself together as well as she seemed to be. \n\n\nBy the end of Sahra's little introduction, E'nasha had gotten herself to sit up all the way and finally took in the whole scene around them, but she wasn't that eager to do anything other than just sit there quite yet. \"ugh... I second his opinion right now.\" She made a motion to indicate the man who was still busy losing whatever was left of his lunch before wrapping her arms around her midsection and putting her forehead on her knees. \"Can I have a couple minutes to make sure I don't get like that? And Mar, Baulder… maybe do something other than glare at each other? What even happened just now?\"", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" }, { "text": "Diplomacy at Yarosmere\nMar, Sansar (Yarsomere): Underground Cave~Unknown Location\n\nBefore Mar could snap at Baulder's stupidity, there was a small rumble. The sound grew in volume then suddenly a stone wall shot up. Several pebbles shot off then smacked against Mar's face, creating a slight sting as she jerked in reaction. Her eyes shut tightly against the pain before it faded gradually. She let out a harsh sounding hiss that vibrated across the stone walls and gradually faded into the darkness shortly afterwards. When it died, a new voice took its place. One of authority and bane against her action, drawing Mar's attention toward Sahra as the once Naga fixed on half of the Resistance's leaders. \n\nHer lips pressed in frustration and silence. Surprisingly, she become much like a cobra, through her body was unable to unfurl in irritation and strike out when it suited her. Gradually working herself upright onto her feet, she overheard E'nasha speak while trying not to lose her stomach contents and even Mar felt slightly queasy. However, she suspected it was because she was rising then the portal. Using the stone work to aid her, the hardness never left her eyes when she glared in Baulder's direction. His eyes unable to see through the wall as she growled in an icy cold voice. \n\n \"Baulder sent his demon at Aramir and wanted to hurt her when she said she didn't trust him not to do something stupid. Instead of proving her wrong, he did something stupid as predicted.\" She had already made her way toward E'nasha during her explanation, her voice lowered as she used the hunched over human to balance herself. \"Currently it seems we're guests of the Resistance as they jerked you through the portal. Aramir believed it was best Summer, Baulder and myself follow you since we were the highest risk to remain. A need to figure a way to regroup.\" \n\nShe patted E'nasha on the back and rubbed it a bit, still talking. \"Baulder makes me nervous as it seems a simple statement can set him off. In addition, he seemed to have enjoyed the city far too much for my liking. If he attacks Aramir or anyone else, I will rip his throat out first chance I get. We are already in a wary position as it is, we don't need another threat breathing down our necks.\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Mar, her full name is Marya and only used by her race." }, { "text": "Darius Jura\nYarosmere\n\nDarius stayed silent while the man he warned and his men attacked Yolin's guards. Only standing so that he wasn't at a disadvantage if these men decided to attack him as well. Once everything was done, one of the Resistance fighters was dead, as well as Yolin's guards. Three from their group had gone through the portal and, luckily, Yolin believed them to be kidnapped, and promised to do his best help retrieve them, saying that there was little chance they'd be found alive. Darius nodded to the man.\n\n\"If they are found and they were... sympathetic to the rebels, how likely is it that they will be returning with us?\"\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nLeith Calder\nDjarkel\n\nLeith chuckled. Now that he thought about it, he knew quite a few people that were skilled with weapons. \"I understand how the mages college doesn't seem like a place where there are a lot of fighters, but you might be surprised at how many mages there know how to fight. As for myself, I have some training with long-swords, it's not much, but it has helped me when I needed it. They come in handy when magic fails. However.\" He paused to look at his right hand. \"Long-swords don't quite feel correct for me right now.\" He offered his left hand for Bryland to shake. \"And please, call me Leith.\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Sansar, Yarosmere\n\nYolin turned around, smiling genially at Darius. \"They can be as sympathetic as they'd like. But if they interfere in Yarosmerian politics for the wrong side, they will be rebels and will be treated as such. Oh! Our guards. Right on time.\" He turned around, walking away and humming happily to himself. Aramir exchanged concerned glances with the remaining members of the group. \"Well..here's to hoping he doesn't think we're siding with the rebels.\" With no other choice left to them, as the squad of ten guards fell into step behind and around them, they followed Yolin farther into the city. \n\nA dull roar could be heard in the distance as they approached the center of the city. Slowly the dull roar became distinguishable. \"Khalitan Cah! Khalitan Cah! Khalitan Cah!\" They rounded the corner, and a massive arena came into view. It soared into the sky, the only building free of any damage. The crowd was deafening, their chant unending. \"Perfect! We're just in time for the main event!\" Yolin cried, gesturing for them to hurry. They were ushered through the wide entrance hall, empty pedestals and shattered statues rushing by them. Yolin and his guards muscled a position through the crowd, getting the College students a full view of the sand covered arena floor. Two dozen bodies covered the ground, in various states of dismemberment. Five men and two women stood in the center of the arena, covered in blood and breathing heavily, each wielding two blades.\n\n\"The last of the Sand Cobras, that didn't escape, are going to be executed by Khalitan Cah, The Immortal One. He hasn't lost a single battle, not in all his years of fighting in the arena.\" Yolin explained, gesturing to the Cobras in the arena. A gate at the far side opened up, causing the crowd to howl in excitement and bloodlust. The Cobras in the arena tensed in fear, warily getting closer together. \n\nSlowly, Khalitan Cah made his way into the arena.\n\nUnknown Location, Yarosmere\n\nSahra shook her head as she viewed the College students. \"Allow me to repeat myself. There will be no fighting here. If you have issues, deal with them after we've saved your friends.\" She looked at E'nasha. \"It'll be faster if we just got Sarn. You're going to be there for a while, and I don't trust your friends to not tear each other's throats out in the mean time.\" She turned her attention to the group as a whole. \"The portal was a simple power of any practicioner of Nox shadow magic. As for what happened, perhaps I should start with explaining fully what we are. We're what remains of free Yarosmere. The resistance. Everyone else is a slave to this 'Prophet.' Her lip curled in disgust. \"We made deals with the Wild, from the stories, and that kept us from having our minds dominated as well. Unfortunately, that still leaves us outnumbered and without the power to truly fight back.\"\n\n\"That's where you come in.\" A new voice called, a man pushing his way through the ranks. \n\n\"The College can free Yarosmere from the grasp of the Prophet, and restore Order to the kingdom. Otherwise, this new Yarosmere will attack you.\"\n\nAlthalus\n\n\"I know your name. You just need to be aware how monumentally stupid your actions were.\" Althalus replied, somewhat absentmindly. He was examining the creature above them and mentally feeling out this...instinct he had. It was like an itch he couldn't scratch. He'd deal with it later. Right now, there was a horrifying monster to address. He took his crossbow out, preparing to toss it to Helena, when the floor started shaking. \"Oh, what now.\" He complained, struggling to keep his footing as the floor rumbled and shook. He fell to the ground, climbing to his feet as walls began shooting around the place. \n\nMore importantly, a wall began shooting towards him. \"Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit!\" Althalus scrambled out of the way of the wall, rolling as he barely escaped being crushed like a bug. \"I hate this place already.\" He declared, sitting on the ground and throwing his hands wide. \"Why can't we ever go to a mission to an inn? Or a restaurant? Taste test their food or something. But noooo, we have to do all the ridiculously dangerous things because the world hates us.\"\n\nHe continued to complain, making his way over to where Helena and Annabeth. \"No idea where Colette went. I think she was launched behind a wall. In other news, we need to head that way.\" Althalus pointed in a seemingly random direction. \"It'll lead us out. Eventually. If we live. And after we find Colette.\" As if on cue, he heard the vampire's familiar voice, arguing with another, coming nearby. \"Well. That was convenient. Helena, here's some throwing knives. Whoever's best with the crossbow, take it because I certainly can't use it.\" Althalus tossed said knives and crossbow to the duo in front of him before turning to the sound of Colette. \"Colette, glad you're alive. Who is your friend?\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "Leith Calder\n\n\"Not exactly.\" Leith looked at his hand while he answered the question. \"Wearable Daemon Artes can fuse to the wearer, and if left long enough without any help, can turn them into demons. It can be halted, and if I can't find help soon, I will stop what progression has been done.\" He clenched and unclenched his hand before looking back at Bryland. \"But for the time being, the strength I have can be put to good use.\" Leith looked around the ballroom for a moment as he gathered his thoughts.\n\n\"So, what can you tell me about Lord Carmine?\"\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nDarius Jura\n\nDarius followed Yolin to the Arena in silence. He was on edge with the amount of guards that they had now. They had appeared quite quickly considering how the attack was out of seemingly nowhere. He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of the crowds chanting. Quickly, they entered the arena and soon had a view of the battlefield. As Khalitin Cah made his way into the arena, Darius snorted.\n\n\"That old man is going up against seven Sand Cobras? This will be something to see.\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "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": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nThe noise caused her to turn, one eyebrow raised up in something between surprise and disbelief. Surely the others hadn't made it? She'd heard their screams of pain and terror before she blacked out. And she knew the sound that people made when they were being hurt and killed. And that was very much what the screams had sounded like. Then and now. Either way, at the moment, she wasn't certain she wanted to go and rescue them just now. Especially with dubious other people so close at hand.\n\n\"Probably,\" she sighed, bitting at her lip some. \"But I'm not in a real big rush to go running straight into danger and death in the unknown dark.\"", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Colette Filiatraut,Nox Mission \nLocation-Nox\n\nColette didn't like the tension that was amongst everyone. Colette kept her eyes on the male she was alone with just minutes before coming back here. She jumped however she heard a blood curdling scream that was followed a loud, monstrous noise. Colette tensed and held her rapier.\n\n\"I t think so, we should go see if it was and try to help them\"She said looking down the same stretch of darkness as well. The screams lingers until the echoing stopped leaving them in silence until Helena said something.Colette gulped and looked at her group.\n\n\"Its better to go so no more people get killed on this mission. They are in big danger and we have to go after them\" Colette said after swallowing her own fear. She was feeling a lot of dread, but what she was feeling wasn't important right now. At this moment, she just wanted to help the ones in trouble and get out of here. She wanted to go back to the college and see her beloved Keri. Sure she would have to keep some stuff about this mission to herself, like her being almost eaten by a spider like thing and being taken somewhere else away from the other students. She couldnt imagine how pissed Keri would be if that happened.\n\nHiding her shudder and pushing down her emotions, she felt her resolve return to her. She wad determined to make sure no one else was hurt on this mission.\n\nSummer Flores, Yarsomere\nLocation- Unknown, Underground Caves\n\nSummer watched as the other female student, E'nasha, was struggling to get up nearby of their position and she was about to go help her when she bumped into Mar. Summer was quick to react as well as E'nasha to catch Mar. Summer caught one side of her and helped her get back up right. She smiled when she heard a slight whisper of a thanks from Mar.\n\n\"You are welcome Mar\" Letting Mar talk, she went over to the other girl and smiled lightly, the nasuea she was feeling a thing of the past now.\n\n\"Hello. My name is Summer Flores. Are you feeling ok?\"She asked holding out her hand to her. She heard Mar's question and looked at Mar with concern with the answer that could follow afte the question. She only hoped that the answer had a good answer.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": null }, { "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": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak was aware that their time to speak with the Baron was not limitless, so it would be wise to make the most of it. He wanted to be careful to ensure they kept up the friendly tone of this meeting. Their ultimate goal in attending this event was to ensure the Baron would remain an ally to the College. He was being friendly enough, though in political matters, friendly words meant little. Still, he had not thusfar had any reason to believe there were any problems between him and the College.\n\n\"Indeed, Lucilia does everything that she can for the College, and Ovak still fills his role effectively. I do not think I have ever been as impressed with another as I have been with the Arch Mage. His appearance is certainly deceiving.\" Ssarak responded to the Baron, actually quite genuinely. He still remembered well how the Archmage had managed to single handedly end the single strongest demon attack that Ssarak was aware had ever happened in Tiien. \"Regardless, you can rest assured that the College remains, and will remain a sanctuary for any of your subjects who have the desire to learn what we have to teach, living or undead. Personally, I believe that Tiien should be a place where any being who seeks to live in peace should be able to do just that.\"\n\nFeeling that he had spoken enough about the College itself, Ssarak decided to shift the conversation at least somewhat more towards the Baron on his people. \"With the demon presence in Tiien, have your lands fared well?\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nHelena listened to Athalus, shivering at the ghostly feeling of his hand passing through her. She said nothing about it though because he probably didn't even know that he'd done it. \"You can be general of this battle,\" she said, looking at him as she pulled out another knife of her own. \"It can't hurt you, right? Fog walls can't be hurt. You can see everything without having to worry about yourself. Tell us what to do to make sure we all get out of this.\"\n\nTaking a deep breath she headed into the room, slowly, and sticking to the wall. While she knew it could teleport through them, that didn't mean that it would. But it gave her a safer view of the room as well. Deciding while the beast was distracted with other things and before it saw her, she would see if she could get in at least one or two throws. Which she did just that, praying that the beast wouldn't suddenly move out of the way and she'd hit friends instead of foe.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" } ]

[ { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nHelena blinked as things took a rapid shift around her. \"I know that,\" she said with a tone that implied that she actually didn't. Or more accurately that she did, but she'd forgotten and spoken without thought. She hated being made to look stupid, especially by little dipwits like him. \"It would help if you didn't say it like a know it all,\" she grumbled to herself, rolling her eyes a little bit. \n\nAs the thing disappeared, she looked around, trying to see if it was going to pop back up again, even as the drama unfolded. Guess no one listens to anyone, She thought with a huff. She waffled for a moment about going to comfort the girl, but decided that wasn't the roll she needed to full now. And there was Collette who seemed much more for that than her that moment. \"That's great,\" she said to the other man. \"But I wouldn't count that thing as gone, so as shitty as it may seem, we need to get moving. Before we're next.\"\n\nShe turned to look at Athalus first, hoping he'd be the practical one here as well and agree. Then she looked to Annabeth, looking a little pleading that she agree with her as well, hoping that she wouldn't be too emotional about this and try to keep those who were alive, alive still.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "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": "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": "Colette Filiatraut,Nox Mission \nLocation-Nox\n\nColette gulped and paled as rumbling surrounded them once again. Looking down the hall, she gasped when she saw the familiar shape of a nitemare heading right towards them. Colette looked as Helena shouted her name. She rushed towards the wall in hopes she was out of its charging path.\n\n\"We need to get out of here Annabeth, Helena!\" Pulling out her rapier, she jumped up in time to dodge the nitemare and arched her weapon towards the beast's back before swinging her body back to land on her feet behind the ugly nitemare. Normally black was her favorite color, but in the shape like this, it just made the color very ugly to her.\n\n'At this rate, none of us will survive this nightmare place' Colette felt the stinging sensation of tears building in her eyes, but instantly blinked them away. Now was not the time for crying, she needed to keep her mind focus on the fight for freedom. She had no intention or desire of dying. Gripping tightly to the handle, she rushed at the beast swinging both her arms sideway, her eyes full of intense frustration that did well to hide the fear gripping her non-beating heart. \n\nSummer Flores, Yarsomere\nLocation- Unknown, Underground Caves\n\nSummer took the time to sit down and rest up, feeling all the adrenaline from the events finally wearing off, leaving her body sore and tired. She winced as she felt several bones pop and crack. She looked down at her body and saw she had some sand from traveling in the desert littering the inside of her dress.\n\n\"I wonder if there is a way to get cleaned up here\" She wondered out loud, standing back up despite her body's protest. She brushed her red hair over her shoulder and began to walk away from the crowd, spring green eyes looking around.\n\nNow that she had a chance to look around, she had to admit, this place was quite a beautiful place. Her hand brushed against the rough texture that she believed to be sandstone, but with almost no knowledge outside the forest and plants. Making a mental note to study more about this stuff, she continued her way, determined to find some place to clean up.\n\nShe stopped when she was just out of view of people and sighed. She could easily ask someone, but they all seemed busy and she knew Mar was trying to gain information, so she couldn't go up and bug her about it. She felt lost, out of in a place like this, her element didn't belong in a scolding hot terrain like the desert aside from a few cactuses and yuka plants. \n\nTurning back, she went back towards the people and saw a bathing facility across from her. Wondering how she missed that, she went towards it and hid behind one of the walls, undress until she was just in her undergarments. Not really concerned about getting them wet, she going into the water and sighed. Like a plant, she felt more energetic than before and it was like the soreness vanished.\n\n\"Hmm this feels good\" eyes closed, she allowed her mind to naturally escape from reality, a habit she learned back when she was trapped for all those years, only to have her eyes snap back open, the haunting image of her parents filling her head. She felt tears build in her eyes. She had no way of knowing if they were alive at all. For the first time, she cursed her powers, if she didn't have to have them sealed, she could have done something to help, but if it wasn't for that...she might not have been found and brought to the college.\n\nIn the short time she had been in the college, it had become a home to her. She had people to talk to, fresh, hot meals to eat every day and night and she was learning to control her powers one slow leaf at a time. She wiped her eyes with her dripping wet hand and began to let wash up.\n\nOnce she deemed herself cleaned enough, she got out and wrung out her hair and undergarments before getting dressed. She came back into view of people and sat down, choosing to relax before they would leave again.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak was not expecting the sudden outburst of flames, to be certain. For a few, very brief moments, it raised quite a few questions in his mind which he had a hard time believing would possess reasonable answers. Between the Esyire's thoughts and the words he screamed, it did not take too much effort for Ssarak to piece together what happened. The way the Esyire spoke seemed to suggest that he knew it would happen, which begged the question of why he, or any rational mercenary, would accept such a job to begin with. Why in the Inferno would anyone who was just working for coin agree to put on something that would allow said employer to immediately kill them at any time? Ssarak worked as a mercenary for a time, and if nothing else, he would have suspected that the employer could easily turn on them once they had secured the package. To Ssarak, it seemed insane, but he did not have time to dwell on such thoughts. \n\nThe Esyire, in his panic, was running for an exit, towards at least one of Ssarak's friends. He could still be dangerous even in his last moments, so Ssarak followed after him. Being that the Esyire was on fire, Ssarak wondered if he might now be more susceptible to illusions. It did not seem likely that he was paying close attention to anything except his own pain. As such, Ssarak attempted to shift his perceptions to guide him away from anything dangerous he might end up setting ablaze. He shifted the apparent position of crates, other obstacles, and the exit itself to try and keep him from causing more harm.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Leith Calder\n\nLeith staggered from the push. After the blade made contact with the elf's leg, Leith had shrunk the sword back down to the trinket it was before. He had been planning on shrinking and enlarging the sword when he attacked to throw his opponent off, but a scream silenced his plans. He spun his head around to notice that the Esyire that was fighting Ssarak was now engulfed in flames. A puzzled expression crossed Leith's face and he tried to figure out why the Esyire was on fire. \n\nPanic soon overtook bewilderment as the Esyire started running in Leith's direction. With all the spilled oil, it was far too easy for the warehouse to go up in flames. Without another thought, Leith shot his hands out in front of him and made a pushing motion. All the lamp oil that had been spilled from the barrel and landed on Leith and the elf flowed towards the back wall and out of the flaming Esyire's path. \n\nLeith regretted his decision immediately. \n\nHis stomach churned as he lost all sense of orientation. He stumbled backwards, his foot catching on the edge of a crate. He was sent crashing to the floor. He spent a few moments staring at the roof of the warehouse idly wondering what brought him to this point. As he turned his head to the side and vomited, he smiled feebly. \n\nWell, he had never gotten Blood Sickness this badly before, so that was new.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Lyn's help came in a very good time. Thanks to her distraction, Henri was able to land an attack on the orc woman even tired as he was.\nAs soon as his legs wrapped around the orc woman's neck, Henri grabbed the woman's other arm, making sure she wouldn't hit him. He could feel the woman's muscles tensing up as she tried to escape both his grasp and Lyn's vines, without much success. Even if she was able to rip some of the vines, they quickly grew again around her arm.\n\nThe woman's strength was more than Henri expected, but still not enough to get free from his grasp. He didn't know for how long Lyn could keep up with her vines, but he presumed they wouldn't last forever. He had to finish that quickly. But the second that thought came to his mind, he saw with the corner of his eyes something red coming out of Lyn's nose. It was blood. She was probably already close to her limit. Time was running short.\n\n\"Shit...\" Henri cursed, immediately shifting his weight and pulling the woman's arm to try and throw her on the ground, while simultaneously choking her with his thighs.\nAs soon as he did that though, he heard a thump sound... Lyn was on her knees, blood coming out from her nose as she struggled to maintain the vines. That was it. The second Lyn lost control of her vines, Henri was certainly dead. The orc woman wouldn't hesitate to cut him with her other machete. He had to finish that on that second, Henri wasn't going to last too much as well... He could already feel an intense muscular pain slowly building up...\n\n\"Why it had to be an orc...? Even this woman is as hard as a freaking rock...\" Henri thought to himself, as he continued to tighten his grasp on her neck. Indeed, even orc women were heavy, brutish masses of muscles. Luckily they weren't that agile and flexible, but on raw strength, there was hardly any other race that matched their raw, brute strength.\n\n\"Just... a bit... more... Hang on Lyn!!\" He shouted under his exhausted breath, tensing up his muscles and pressing his legs around the woman's neck almost like a snake in a deadly embrace, before twisting his body with all his strength in a quick, sudden movement, twisting both the woman's arm and her neck backwards in a violent manner.\n\n\"Damn... I don't think I'll be able to run for a while after this... Henri thought to himself with an audible groan of pain. Every muscle of his body was aching with pain. He certainly wouldn't be able to run after that. Not on the state he was right now... Not only his muscles, but he was also hungry and thirsty. The effort he was doing right now would probably spend his last reserves of strength...", "username": "13org", "char_name": "Henri Larue" }, { "text": "Alaira Taenn\n\nSilently, Alaira stood. Well. Perhaps not stood. No, one had to have their feet planted on solid ground. Alaira hung from a decorative gargoyle's plinth, quietly contemplating her next move. It didn't take long before she had leaped off with a slight grunt of effort, a burst of aeromancy gifting her with the momentum to continue her climb. It was good training for her, she thought. She could keep her body in shape and hone her magic at the same time. She caught the roof, groaning with effort as she heaved herself up. She rolled onto her back, panting as she looked up at the sky. \"I... I bet Dervis would... would just fuckin'... fly right up... The prick...\" She muttered inbetween breaths. She couldn't really do much with her Aeromancy apart from augment her momentum, so she had a habit of deriding some of the others with a better handle on it for 'taking the easy way'. This especially included the teacher, who she often teased on account of his height. Having her tossed straight into the air on gusts of wind did little to dissuade her. \n\nAfter her little break she sat up, brushing her hair behind her shoulders as looked out over the horizon. She sat at the highest point on the keep, and it made her smile a bit every time she remembered that the Arch-mage's chambers were just under her. She quietly wondered how many gargoyles or other, less physical sentries were watching her? Apart from the exercise, she like to come her as, apart from the wind, this was the quietest spot in the entire grounds. For a mindlessly bloodthirsty brute, she spent a lot of time just... thinking. Today was comparatively uneventful. Sure she'd been smithing earlier, as evidenced by the fact that her tunic was still somewhat damp with sweat, but it wasn't anything exciting. Just horseshoes, nails, that sort of thing. Being a goddamn wizard tended to inflate one's ego, and of the very, very small population of students that could work a forge, most found the act of creating such things beneath them. \n\nThey wanted to spend their time creating mighty blades, or all manner of magical whatsits, and yes, so did she. The difference was that she understood the value of things like that. Someone has to make the nails and hinges and rivets, and if she does it that means that means she's paid instead of some random chump merchant somewhere. More money means she has an easier time putting together the materials to actually make something worth bragging about. Didn't mean it was any less boring, though. Looking up at the sky, she was reminded that of all the things she missed about her life before, it was probably the blue sky. Out here, it was always some reddish/purple-y shade even in the middle of the damned day. She sighed and rolled her eyes, leaning back against the conical roof and closing her eyes. She began to sing to herself, just a dwarven mining song she'd picked up a few years back. She really did have a beautiful voice, odd from such a brutish woman. Well, she was half-elf, after all.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]

[ { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\n\nHelena looked between Henri and pretty much everyone else in the carriage and rolled her eyes some. She understood Henri pretty well. The two of them were very much alike in a lot of ways. She figured that if Athalus didn't have Lyn to think about, he'd probably like Henri a bit more. The three of them weren't all that dissimilar after all. But Lyn was there, and whether Henri was actually interested or not didn't matter, because Athalus had already decided he couldn't be interested.\n\n\"Or how about we all stop ganging up on Henri,\" she sighed, looking over to her friend seated not that far away. She gave him a playful little wink and a smile that let him know she was on his side. She understood what the other's were saying as well, but that didn't mean that they had to be so rude to him. He obviously had had experience in the past, where most of them probably didn't in the same way.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Leith Calder\n\n\"I think you'd have to be crazy to not be excited,\" Leith answered E'nasha's question with a smile. \"Or a resident, I guess,\" he added thoughtfully. It felt strange to be going to Shimmerstone. Even though the college and all their inhabitants were welcome at the capitol city, they still had students that either had a taboo Blood, or was a vampire, or... Leith glanced at his hand, tainted demonically. Hopefully they didn't run into anyone that held the values of Eania as close to their hearts as some people he had the pleasure of meeting. \n\nHe shook his head of dark thoughts and made sure his had was covered by his cloak, now sporting another patch. Satisfied, he turned to Ssarak's question. \"I don't know, really. Maybe we could see what they have for entertainment here, or find some food.\" He glanced at Helena, the corner of his mouth tugged into a smile. \"Play some games.\" He decided to learn how to fight better than he could about three months back and sought out Althalus. Turns out the man had been training some of the other fellow students, and now he had a test in mind for their time in Shimmerstone, and it's turned into something of a game. One that he intended to win.\n\nLeith glanced over at Henri. The man had the unfortunate luck to be seated next to Lyn, Althalus and Alaira, and because he was an unknown, that immediately made them protective of the hybrid, and while not necessarily hostile towards Henri, definitely quite heated towards him. Leith chuckled to himself before turning to E'nasha. with a smile. \"So where's your shadow?\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Lyn, Shimmerstone\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nLyn fell into quiet thoughtfulness at Henri's conversation, though she nodded at E'nasha's question. Her eyes switch back to the city, noting its wonders and busy atmosphere woven through its streets. People from all walks of life tread here without a care. Thankfully they would be spending most their time among the common people rather than the diplomats. Unlike Lidda. At the thoughts of the vitamancer teacher, her eyes lifted upward and spotted a dark bird flying around the city. It was a raven. She recalled Lidda had traveled ahead of the carriage to connect with her father a few weeks back. \n\n \"Really? I would love that!\" Lyn nearly squeaked in her enthusiasm at the notion. Then she caught her mother's raised eyebrow and clashed her hands over her mouth, silencing it. \n\n\"Sorry,\" she managed to say in a more appropriate tone. \n\nShe had missed Alaira's kick at the bottom of Henri's seat, but she did catch the comment, \"I've never known you to be completely silent about what you felt was wrong, Alaira.\" \n\nHer attention focused more on the festive going on around them than inside the carriage. Gradually it came to a stop as she made her way onto the cobblestone street. The streets were so busy with life that she couldn't help but stare, her eyes drawn to the activity so familiar to her. Her thoughts were broken by her father nearby causing her to spot him near the wall. She smiled a bit. Her feet cut down the distance between them while she leaned over, giving him an affectionate peck on the cheek before noting her mother wasn't beside him. \n\nBefore she could comment on it, Helena's word came to Henri's defense. Lyn noticed the wink exchange and her gut churned a bit. She wondered if there was something between them. Not wanting to dwell on it, she moved toward the carriage where her mother was located. She stepped up high enough to peer in through the carriage window. Marya appeared to be just daydreaming causing Lyn to speak up. \n\n \"Mom, everything alright?\" \n\n \"Um?\" Mar said then faced her, seeming to slip out of her trance, \"Yes, it is. I'm sorry, I was thinking about something. We've arrived?\" \n\n \"Yeah, need help out?\" \n\n \"No, I can do it,\" Carefully Mar began to exit out of her side, standing now by the carriage. Her arms crossed over her front slightly defensively while she approached the group. \n\nNaturally, Lyn looked at her father. \n\n 'She alright?' Lyn mouthed to him when mother's back turned away.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "**Chessmaster and Mackendrick**\n\n*You failed.*\n\nThe words were spoken flatly. Yet Mackendrick imagined they held some accusation as the reverberated in his skull. \"Well, I have very good reasons-\" He began, only to fall silent as he was cut off.*You let two girls, barely with any power of their own, not only delay you long enough for the tide to turn, but also stop you from killing at least one of the diplomats. There are no, 'very good reasons' for your failure.* \"The girls didn't stop me, who had help by the way, common sense did. And besides, I nearly killed one.\" He muttered. When the demon population in the Great Hall began shrinking, and the number of master level mages began increasing, Mackendrick had decided to leave, rather than finish his objective or the girls who were fighting him. He probably could have finished what he needed to do, but likely would have died in the process of trying to escape. Survival trumps professional pride, no matter what the scenario.*We don't want to hear your excuses.*.\n\n\"I could probably get back into the College and kill the diplomats.\" Not to mention, kill the two who had distracted him for so long. It had been a fun game, but now they were the reason for his failure, and this conversation. The presence of the voice was beginning to give him a headache.*No. You lost your chance. Go meet with Legion. You'd serve a better purpose there.*Abruptly, Mackendrick felt the voice leave, and with it, his headache. A small sigh of relief escaped him.\n\nBack in their prison, Chessmaster was pacing again, their separate personalities diverging once more. \"You should have killed him for his failure. \" His sister hissed. His brother snarled in agreement. \"Perhaps. But pawns like that take time to create, and that's the one thing we don't possess. If he survives the game, and fails to redeem himself, then we will kill him. You don't take your pieces off of the board without gaining something in return, or having replacements.\" Chessmaster countered. \"You've been staring at the board for too long.\" His brother noted.\n\n\"Thousands of Centuries, to be exact.\" Chessmaster said, idly. He had their head turned towards the board once more.\n\n*Althalus*\n\nThe first thing Althalus became aware of when he awoke was pain. Intense pain, everywhere he had nerve endings. Which was a good thing, he supposed. That meant that even though he had indeed passed out in the medical ward, he was still alive. The fact that he was on a cushioned bed and not the hard ground meant he probably wasn't being saved for a later lunch by a demon. Probably. The soft sounds of people going to and fro in a medical ward helped assure him that he wasn't about to be eaten. He didn't open his eyes or give much of a sign that he had awoken. It was much preferable to put off the real world for a while longer.*Now…just what in the name of the Gods happened..*It was all just a little bit blurry. He remembered being in the medical ward when a Demon suddenly attacked.\n\nHe remembered a Snow Elf trying to help, only to throw up, and he remembered his own attempt to stop the demon. Doubtlessly, that was the direct cause of his pain. But why had he thrown himself at the demon? Suddenly, as he spent several minutes grasping at the elusive memories, it all came flooding back to him. Lyn. Mar. Xyden.\n\nHe shot up into a sitting position and immediately regretted it, cursing for a few moments. His body didn't like him laying there. It*really*didn't like him trying to sit up. \"Mar?! Lyn?!\"\n\n**Aramir**\n\nAfter being lucky enough to survive the night, and catch a glimpse of Auriel to assure herself that the elf was still alive, Aramir was tired enough to fall asleep as soon as she hit the pillow of her bed, the sleep deep enough that she didn't have any nightmares. She awoke to the sounds of a damage College being repaired, slowly but surely. Seeing as she couldn't really help, still weak from overusing her blood when Zaad decided to have his fun with her, she wandered. Everywhere she went, the scene was largely the same. Visitors from other nations pestering the College Teachers, people gathering the dead for burial and the wounded for treatment, people repairing what damage had been done by the demons, and some survivors simply staring off into the distance, amazed to be alive.\n\nThe College was a mess. And Aramir had a sinking feeling that this was only the beginning.\n\nUicle\n\nUicle was having a far more trying time than most. Rather than getting the worried members of the College's guests who were just happy to be alive and wanted to know what would be done to prevent this from happening once more, he got the angry ones who wanted to lay the blame at the College. Specifically, anyone who could have done magic that could have stopped this. Couple that with organizing the Golems that were still functional to help the College staff, and dealing with those Golems that weren't functional, destroyed or severely crippled by the Demons, his patience was low. But, to give him credit, he did try.\n\n\"I've told you before. The Headmaster is resting from being poisoned. The Archmage is resting as well, from saving the College from being destroyed by demons.\" He repeated for perhaps the twentieth time, far more calmly than he actually felt. \"Where is the Demonomancy teacher then?\" The Djarkel officer demanded. He seemed to be the spokesperson for this group. \"He's busy making sure this can't be repeated. I don't know where he is though.\"That was a small lie. Golems in the forge for repairs could easily see Tyrael working at the forge. However, this lie didn't seem to placate the man. \"Then find him!\" Uicle gave up. \"Fine.\" Uicle summoned a metal bird. \"Follow the golem. It'll lead you to Tyrael.\"\n\nAs the group left, Uicle sent a message to Tyrael, through one of the golems closest to the demonomancy teacher. \"I may have sent a particularly annoying group of guests to you. Feel free to kill them. I'm sure we can pass it off as they died in last night's attack.\" As soon as he turned to get back to work, a large loose piece of stone came crashing down onto his shoulder, severely denting it. \"Hah. Very funny.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Uicle" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak nodded to Leith. \"That would likely be wise. It would be best for us to be prepared as quickly as possible after the attack. There are no guarantees that the demons will not try again soon. Not to mention the other...dangers that may form out of this tragedy. Representatives and soldiers from two opposing armies are currently within the college's walls. This attack was a surprise to all of us, and I saw demons attacking everyone indiscriminately, but it is not unreasonable to think that the representatives may try to cast blame. If that blame falls on the college, it would obviously not be good, but even if the two armies blame one another, we would be caught in the middle of their conflict. I left my armor and weapons in our room, so I will need to stop by to retrieve them.\"\n\nThe devastation from the attack was likely to effect facets of the college Ssarak had not even thought of yet, far beyond the obvious damage. The stonework could be repaired, the wounded healed, and the bodies buried, but the long lasting effects were yet to be seen. How would the two armies react, and how would the college cope economically with the damage and loss of life? It seemed very unlikely that they would be using demons for security again, so how would they keep everyone protected. All of these questions together could quickly become overwhelming, so for the moment, it seemed best to focus on one thing at a time. Ssarak looked to the guard whose name he did not yet know and gave a polite nod. \"Will you be joining us?\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "**Grey Onyx** \n\nGrey listened to Meirin speak, and replied.**\"No, I think they've got what few allied demons are left on a tight leash. Who could blame 'em? Personally, I'd like that forest of severed heads cleaned up. The Demonomancy instructor tells me it's to show we're serious about fighting them, but I think it makes the people think of us as warhungry barbarians. Real bad for diplomacy. Plus, it has an enormous negative impact on the morale of our guard battalion. The barracks are located right next to the damn place, and we're *juuust* close enough to have to sleep to the stench of dead demons. Also, most students don't like looking at severed heads, and there is a damned child here.\"**Grey said, before looking surprised for a moment.\n\n**\"Oh, sorry, uhh... Didn't mean to rant at you there... Heh.\"**He said with a nervous smile as he rubbed the back of his neck.**\"Anyway, what's it like to be a mage? I can't imagine how one would control such power...\"**", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "*Althalus*\n\nHe hadn't expected Mar to give up her original policy of 'we may share the same room, but we won't share anything resembling the same bed' ever. Except for that one drunken escapade, and the few times Lyn would bring out emotions resembling warmth from her, he expected to be like the ocean smashing against cliffs. Chipping away miniscule amounts of her emotional armor every time he crashed up against it, but doing no noticeable damage even if he had a hundred years to work on her. Which he didn't. He'd be lucky for ten more. Regardless, he hadn't factored Lyn into the equation. She seemed to do what would have taken him more lifetimes than a human could live in. Just another reason for him to love his daughter all the more.\n\nWhen he felt something creeping along his body, with sharp points dragging gently across his skin, he was only a second behind Mar in waking up and sitting up to see what the problem was, his hand reaching for a dagger nearby. You don't live in the Port Slaughter slums without having a weapon practically in your hand while you sleep, and being a very light sleeper. As soon as it appeared that no one was going to try to kill them in their sleep, Althalus took a very different reaction than Mar to the dozens of tiny little spikes digging into his skin. \"Son of a-\" At this point, Althalus began to incorporate all his creative ability and all the curses he had learned in Port Slaughter. And the denizens of his home had turned cursing into an art. There were weekly cursing competitions when he was a boy, and they were bad enough to make a mercenary blush. He never repeated himself once, and at one time used a cow, a chicken, and a horse, all in the same curse. This continued for a minute, \"-damn!\" He finished. Then he looked at Mar holding three month old Lyn and shrugged a bit sheepishly. \"Okay. I may have overreacted. But it's not every day that you wake up to find rose thorns stabbing you in all the wrong places.\"\n\nHe smiled at Lyn's tired form. \"Well. I guess that we've found out your blood, haven't we? It should be noted that I don't actually have anyone who was a plant manipulator in my, so I have no clue as to why she can make a rose bush grow and stab us while we sleep.\" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lyn's stuffed animal pick itself up and waddle closer towards her. He repressed a shiver, shooting a nasty look at the thing. It unnerved him, what Uicle had done to that toy. He was sure the thing had been about to stab him when he had walked up behind Lyn before it had gotten a good look at him. And when he had asked the Necromancy teacher about it, he had only gotten cryptic answers at best from the man…suit of armor…whatever. He trusted the thing only as far as protecting Lyn was concerned. It not stabbing him was an entirely different matter.\n\n\"So. Shall I go get Alaira, or should we make her wait a bit? You know she's going to be out there. Lyn is like a magnet.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "*Althalus*\n\nHe shrugged again at Mar's raised eyebrow. He hadn't expected anything less. However, she surprised him when she snapped her head backwards to look at him, clearly troubled by the idea that Lyn's blood wasn't from either of them. He, personally, was untroubled by the fact. Lyn was already unusual in a variety of ways. What was one more? Still, as Mar voiced her dislike, Althalus turned his palms up and gave a small shrug in a 'what can you do?' gesture. \"As long as she doesn't start shooting lightning bolts, spitting fire, or raising the dead, I assume that she'll remain relatively normal in her magical abilities. Then again, I can't say I would be overly surprised if she showed talents for another mage blood as well. Seeing as she's two months old and looks like she's six years old, I can safely say I can't be surprised by her anymore.\"\n\nA small chuckle escaped him as Lyn displayed her eagerness at seeing 'Aunt Alaira'. For someone with all the destructive tendencies of a lightning storm, Alaira absolutely adored Lyn. Briefly, his face clouded as he remembered the lengths she was willing to go for his child. He took Lyn, suspiciously watching her toy, and smiled as Mar went off into a small list of all the things he needed to do for Lyn. Despite her best efforts, he noticed, she was slowly changing. He also noticed her distress at this fact, but mentioned neither. If she ever wanted to bring the subject up, he would be waiting. But trying to bring it up for her would be…painful, to say the least. \"Meet you in the Dining Hall, make sure she eats meat, teach her more about the art of sneaking,\" privately, Althalus decided to keep her from going on an actual hunt for a while yet, \"and make sure she doesn't climb on the angry half-demon Demonomancer teacher or anything else that might strike her fancy. Got it.\"\n\nBefore he left, he impulsively leant down and kissed Mar on the cheek, winking at her as he turned to leave. \"Alright you maniacal gardener, let's go visit your favorite Aunt.\"\n\nAlthalus very nearly tripped and fell over the crossbow box standing right outside his door. Luckily for all parties involved, he managed to catch himself. \"Who just leaves a-Oh! My crossbow!\" He gave the now wriggling and eagerly reaching towards her Aunt (toy still tightly grasped), Lyn to Alaira. \"Here. Take her before she leaps out of my arms and tries to tackle you. Also, she's a herbamancer with a tendency to fill her parents' bed with thorn bushes.*Curved*thorn bushes.\" Picking up the box, he set it out of the way so Mar didn't run into it, and watched Alaira with Lyn. Quietly he said, \"Thank you for saving them.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "Meirin just smiled politely as Grey spoke his thoughts about the college. He had a fair point, though she didn't really have much to say to approve or counter them. She did quip about the guards however. \"The guards are losing moral? I didn't think the new guards would even be unnerved if they were gutted like fish.\" The new guards crept Meirin out. At least before with the demons, the golems, and the other guards you could have a conversation with them like she was having with Grey. Just being around the new guards at the college made Meirin want to leave as fast as possible. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were poised to kill her.\n\nShe moved on from that subject however when Grey asked her about her magic. \"My magic isn't like some of the others. It's hard to explain but... It's more like I dance. You've seen it before, haven't you?\" Meirin did a quick windblast spell, the same one she used the first time she and Grey had gone after Zaad. This time however, Meirin was so used to doing it that she did it much faster and without expanding so much energy. \"It's certainly something I'm familiar with, but at the same time it's all so new. My martial arts is much different from my magic, and sometimes I have a hard time using both of them. My martial arts is very direct; not many flashy moves, only what's most effective and efficient. My magic, weaving, on the other hand has me moving by body in these wide motions that need to be carefully choreographed, but also rather impractical. If someone or something disrupts my movements, I lose the spell. It's very taxing on my body, oddly enough.\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "**Alaira Taenn** \n\nAlaira rested there, thinking of the previous couple of months as she waited. It was odd, all this... Before this place she'd just drift from place to place, looking for a fight and somewhere cheap to stay for the night. She'd never considered having anything to fight for... It was nice. She watched Athalus step out, nearly tripping over some kind of box. She had to suppress a giggle there. For someone so sneaky he needed to watch where he was going.\n\nShe smiled as she saw Lyn. It was a warm smile, one she only gave when the girl was around. She giggled for real this time, reaching for the girl.**\"Hey, Mini-Mar... Did'ya miss me?\"**She said, hugging the girl tight. She listened as Athalus spoke, before giggling again.**\"You did? Aww, that's great! You don't have daddy's wussy magic...\"**Oh, how she loved messing with him. She saw him sat down, and heard him when he spoke...**\"I do what I can...\"**", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]

[ { "text": "Struggling through holding the rope, Meirin didn't relax even when Ssarak and Darius came across. She certainly didn't when she saw something sneak out from behind the caravan. At first she thought a bandit might have sneaked onto the cart, but what she saw was much worse. \"Lyn!?\" It was Mar's and Athalus's child, of all things. She seemed to have come out to help and managed to manipulate the ropes to holding together. This allowed the caravan enough time to get across and Meirin let go, ready to leave as well. But than she saw Lyn fall. Worse, she saw from afar that the fire was now eating the ropes. Meirin wished she could have taken the time to talk to the others about what she was going to do, but they really didn't have time to talk. Despite the pain, Meirin ran out to pick up Lyn. As the bridge was falling, Meirin was unsure if she could make it. She did something so stupid, it might have topped what Alaira did. Meirin threw Lyn towards the solid ground, off the bridge and hopefully to safety. When the bridge snapped and fell, Meirin could only think that somehow, someway, she was going to have to survive this. If not, that at least she dies in her hope country.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "As it was a hostile scenario, Ssarak had been listening for the thoughts of others, so it came as a definite surprise when he heard the soft voice of Lyn in his mind. He glanced down to see that it was indeed her. How and why she got here was beyond him, but he had no time to question, only act. He followed his instincts and listened to the little girl, pulling with all of his considerable might to bring the rope closer to the pole it had formerly been tied to. With the wagon weighing down the bridge, it was far from an easy task, but inch by inch, they brought it close enough for Lyn to secure it around the post.\n\nSsarak nearly collapsed from his excision, so he was not the first to see that Lyn was still in danger. Meirin, however, saw that she was in need and ran to grab her. Unfortunately, the other side of the bridge burned to the point that the ropes on the far side snapped, collapsing it anyway. In desperation, Meirin tossed Lyn to safety, but was unable to save herself. By this point, Ssarak had recovered enough to act, and act he did. Lyn might have received a scratch or two from the impact, but she was otherwise fine. Instead, he jumped off down after Meirin.\n\n\"Protect Lyn!\" Ssarak shouted as he dove after Meirin. He had to speed his descent to catch up with Meirin, and while that did allow him to grab a hold of her, it also meant he was going too fast, and carrying too much weight to pull up in time. In the instant he had to react after grabbing her, he spread his wings both to slow them down, and to do his best to level off. They did start flying level to some extent, but they still had enough downward momentum that they were going to hit the bottom. If there was one thing he had learned from years of playing his favorite sports back in his village, however, it was how to crash. Seeing that it wouldn't be good to land in the water, Ssarak guided them towards the rocky edge of the river, then gave his wings one strong flap before rolling onto his back and wrapping his wings around Meirin, who he was holding close to his chest. Landing this way would keep him from crushing Meirin, and minimize damage to his wings.\n\nSsarak hit the ground hard with his back, but not nearly as bad as they would have if they had hit straight on. Ssarak had the wind knocked out of his lungs and was generally in pain across most of his torso, but he was alive. He would have to check to see if anything was broken, but for all intents and purposes, he was fine. Once he was able to breathe again, he unfurled his wings and Looked down at Meirin in his arms. His body would have served to cushion the fall for her, so she wasn't likely to have felt the full force of the impact. \"Are you alright?\" He asked in a slightly pained tone.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "**Alaira Taenn** \n\nAlaira shot forward. Those bandits thought a smoke bomb would be enough? Ha. They seemed to expect Alaira would be worried about the caravan, which would be their downfall. She grabbed one by the collar, pulling him back and smacking him full force in the side of the head with her shield, which was a more or less instant KO, needless to say. He let him fall to the ground like a sack of bricks, prepared to go after the other one (she only knew the general direction he fled to, the smoke bomb was now in full effect) when she heard quite possibly the worst sound she could hear.\n\n**\"Lyn!?\"**\n\nShe whipped around, the bridge was very much visible as she did indeed see Lyn... falling?! She instantly forgot about the bandits and sprinted forward. Even with her magic it wouldn't be enough... Then Meirin tossed her. She used more magic, dashing to the side and falling to the ground. Before though, she used some more of her magic to give Meirin a bit of a boost up, it wouldn't save her, but perhaps it would give someone the extra second they need to help her. If she died... Anyway, Lyn would have a much softer landing than on the hard gravelly beach. She caught Lyn, the impact knocking the wind out of her.**\"L-lyn?... Wh-why are you...\"**She was shaking, the overuse of her magic having a very prominent effect as she held the girl. She turned her head, coughing up a fair amount of blood as she faded in and out of consciousness.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]

[ { "text": "Lyn\n\nSsarak carried her in his arm. Her small body, tired and exhausted slightly from expending too much magic, was rocked by the motion that she managed to sleep most the way there. It was a better alternative to ridding piggy back since his wings made it rather hard to wrap her legs about his torso, though she liked the way the sun glimmered though the gossamer wings and fought the impulse to touch them. Instead she tried to imagine how they would've felt. Among the things she had been able to gather, most had slipped her mind, including the rune Alaira had given her and the fact her own had seemed to flicker red.\n\nHowever the caravanmaster's comment hadn't gone unheard. Though part of her wished she was able to make it vanished, including the nasty feeling she had churning in her stomach, because of his clear displeasure at her sudden appearance. Lyn hadn't counted on being discovered until they had reached town. That way no one would've known she was there and Lucillia's aid would've been kept secret, preventing her from being in trouble which caused a great anxiety in the child. It seemed the others silently agreed with the man.\n\nImpulsively she squeezed her stuff animal for comfort, its arms wrapped about her protectively, while she had forgotten the rune she had stuffed in her belt pouch alongside her dagger.\n\nHours later evening drew in and they pulled up to the Inn. The horse snorted while the head man got off, his feet hit the dirt hard and started to make arrangements for the night. Since Lyn wasn't a part of the plans, it was likely she would be bunking with someone or she slept in the barn with the animals. She had to admit the second thought wasn't as appealing to her. In the background, heavier and louder voices shouted for attention with words about 'Anti-demon' weapons which had gained her curiosity. She couldn't help but wonder if they were anything like Uncle Tyrael's works back at home. The young girl didn't have much time to wonder when her unofficial guardian's words had caused her to jerk upwards, Mei just coming into view with a blunt answer. It was then something clicked inside her mind and made Lyn remember Alaira's last words and the rune. Immediately she started to wiggle to reach her pouch, enough so that Ssarak had placed her down, her mind speaking in excited and positive emotions. Namely because she could help.\n\n'Wait, Aunt Alaira gave me something for Meirin. A rune…Here!' Lyn smiled as the stone was revealed, her hand held out for the Esyire and dropped it into his. 'I hope this one doesn't turn red too.'\n\nFor a moment, she stood there while the older adults spoke. At least until something tugged at her interest when she caught the merchants trying one last time to hawk their wares then began to pack up. Her wonder grew and finally got the better of her as she turned in place, her eyes narrowed at the dagger displayed in the man's hand. Something wasn't right with it. That much she knew, her body already moved toward their set and seemed engrossed in finding out what bothered her about the weapons. Unless she was stopped, Lyn would find herself by where the men were packing up and readying to head off to Eania shortly.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\n\"Your health is paramount, of course. If we cannot bring you back to sufficient health, then we can find a way to...\" Ssarak began, but was interrupted when he heard the familiar sound of Lyn's thoughts in his mind. He leaned down to her and accepted the rune she offered him. Once he realized what it was, he gave her a smile.\n\n\"Thank you, Lyn. This will be very helpful.\" Ssarak said warmly before standing back up and looking to Meirin. \"I know not from where she received it, but Lyn had a vitamancy rune. They are powerful tools, and this one seems to be ready to use. From what I remember about them, it might take a while to heal an injury like yours, but I will help you with it. It is usually easier for another to use it on you, instead of using it on yourself anyway. I just need to get Alaira help first. She seems to be suffering from blood sickness, and while time can heal that, I would rather be safe.\" Ssarak explained. He reached out and placed the rune into Meirin's hand, being careful not to do anything to harm her injured arms. \"Here, take the rune. If you do not mind, I will be by your room shortly to help heal you. Oh, and could you look after Lyn in the meantime? We will need to find a solution to the situation with her soon enough.\"\n\nThough he would have liked to help Meirin immediately, Ssarak was actually rather concerned about Alaira's state. As was all-too common with her, it seemed she had over-exerted herself on the bridge and was now paying the price. Generally, blood sickness was not lethal, but he wanted to make sure she was well taken care of, even if he was just going to end up scolding her later. Walking to the back of the wagon, he carefully picked her up in his arms and walked through town until he found his way to the physician's place of business. They would have to use their own gold to pay for the treament...or more accurately, Alaira's gold. Ssarak was willing to go to great lengths to ensure her safety, and even risk his own life if necessary, but he wasn't going to pay for it with his own gold. He wasn't*that*generous.The physician was a human male herbamancer, and given his role in the town, he did not have to ask what Ssarak wanted when he walked in with an unconscious woman in his arms. Instead, his first words were \"What happened to her?\"\n\n\"We were ambushed by bandits by the bridge on the road from the Twilight College. I do not believe she was injured by the bandits, but she is suffering from blood sickness. Is that something you can treat?\" Ssarak asked.\n\nThe physician nodded affirmatively as he guided Ssarak into the room where he normally treated his patients. \"Yes, I can use an ether for that. I can also watch after her until she recovers.\" He offered. \"This will, of course, come at a cost, but I can assure you she will be well-cared for.\"\n\n\"That will not be a problem.\" Ssarak answered, placing her down on the physician's cot. He spent a few minutes negotiating on price. Even if it wasn't his money he was spending, he would at least try not to use all of her gold. Once that was settled, he made sure she had nothing valuable on her to be safe, then took his leave to return to the inn and help Meirin with her recovery.", "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": "Mar\n\nAt the boy's command, the dead turned from simple corpses into undead within moments. Men, women and children, the villagers, had risen onto their feet to attack the group. Their gaunt faces and bodies in the many stages of decomposition while they shambled toward them, the fresher ones far quicker as they hadn't much time to rot completely. Reflexively Mar's shoulder pulled her scythe back then lashed it forward. Several undead's torsos were rendered in half. Their legs still walked yet nothing above the waist seemed be much of a threat, their ribcages left behind to crawl the distance. Her tail pushed her toward them, edging closer to the gathering threat while she left Grey and Althalus took care of the door. It was thankful Aramir had accompanied her on at least one hunting trip or else she would never have known humans and other bipeds didn't read body language alone. Unlike Naga, or Tyrael, they needed words to establish when and where to strike, something Mar found rather annoying. It was only in the last few hunts had Althalus began to understand her slight clues in order to act accordingly.\n\n\"Both of you try to move back towards the door and stay behind me.\" Mar stated soundly.\n\nShe needed a wide sweeping area for her scythe, something she wouldn't risk when she didn't know their position, as she readied for another swing once they moved. Last thing which would help was if she cut down her allies among the enemy. Unlike the others, even if the undead got within her close range, she still had a tail to defend against which meant she could coil about and crush them. Though the notion was much more effective if they were able to die. However all she could was cut them into smaller pieces and that would, at some point, make things harder. It was shortly after she heard the crashing of glass, her eyes shifted to Althalus's casual reply at Grey, his dagger unsheathe and ready, willing to shed the boy's blood. Though she wondered a bit if the man was too late in that aspect while she recalled the sight at the window, right before the boy vanished.\n\nHer eyes flickered to the man, the father of her child, the pain still light deep inside as the fact he didn't seem disturbed by the task had slightly upset Mar inside. How many times had he done this and had it became as easy as breathing to him? She felt her body tense up at the observation which poured into her mind, mostly at the fact he didn't seemed to trust her enough to admit it.\n\nWould Althalus be so willing if it was Lyn in the boy's place? The suddenness of the unprovoked question sent her body into an ice cold sensation, her mind distracted when one of the undead lunched at her past her readied sweep. It was one of the Yarsomere soldiers naturally. His blade swiped at her torso, her eyes barely saw the motion, while Mar jerked back. Red was easily painted across her bare waist and her body flinched with fresh pain. The fire licked up her wound, spreading its small fire into her skin where it settled and festered into a dull lull. Thankfully it was a shallow wound. Her tail reacted on pure instinct and lashed out, its tip slammed into the corpse's chest sending him back a few feet. The putrid shambling dead lowered himself to three, his hand and legs bent to retain his balance while dirt scattered in his brace. His blade slickened with her blood.\n\nMar let out a warning hiss that shortly died on her lips. Her eyes widened, skin paled like before, when she turned her head to see her nightmare face her. Just a few feet and closing fast, the blood, hollowed out shell of the little girl also stood upright. Her fingers lowered for a crop scythe, much shorter then Mar's, and then looked at the Naga. Her mind was numb. Despite her attempts to echo Althalus's earlier reason, the child appeared so much like Lyn, even when the bloodstained tunic boring the image of her death. The girl's throat had been slit. The blood crusted and browned from the wide gash, running from ear to ear, before the child's small body darted at Mar with weapon raised in her small hand.\n\nMar found herself frozen in place.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "-rips out-", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak did not notice Lyn's cues to her hunger until he finished his question to Meirin and he happened to hear her thoughts. He was hungry himself, so he could imagine that it would be the same for the little girl.\n\n\"Oh, of course, we must not forget about you, Lyn. With all you have been through, i imagine you are starved.\" He said before turning his head to Meirin. \"I am going to take a few moments to get Lyn a meal, and perhaps one for myself. Just head to a room when you are ready to use the room and I will meet you there.\"\n\nAs Ssarak carefully took Lyn's hand, removing his gauntlets first and placing them into his bag so that she would not have to grab onto steel. Being mindful of the other patrons, he walked over closer to the fire so that she could get a better look at what was cooking. No doubt it was food for other patrons, but it would give an idea of what the innkeeper had for sale. \"What is it that you are used to eating, Lyn?\" He asked.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak listened and picked up on Lyn's thoughts. It made sense that she would eat meat, given who her mother was, but he had wanted to be sure. He was aware that Naga ate meat pretty much exclusively, but he did not know if it was just a strong preference, as with Esyire, or a nutritional requirement. There were some beings who could eat*only*meat and would become sick, and could even die, if they ate some types of plants. It was easy to tell that she wanted to try the soup, but since he did not know if that was the case with Lyn, he decided to air on the side of caution.\n\n\"If you normally eat meat, then we should stick with that for now. Some meat-eating creatures become sick if they eat anything but meat. I do not know if that is true for you, but let's be safe. When we return you to your mother, I can help you ask her for different kinds of foods. Does that sound good?\" Ssarak asked, though it was more of a rhetorical question, as he had already made the decision on what to order. When the innkeeper came around to him, he ordered enough chicken for both himself and Lyn. He was tempted to order another item for himself, but he elected not to so that he did not make Lyn feel jealous by tempting her with something else she might want.\n\nOnce the order was placed, Ssarak looked down to Lyn once more. \"It should not be too long before our chicken is ready. Come, let's go over to Alaira while we wait.\" He said. Ssarak knew that Alaira had spent more time than most around Lyn since her birth, so Lyn was no doubt quite familiar with her, and therefore comfortable around her. Given Alaira's personality, he found it strange that she seemed to care so much about Lyn, but he had no doubt that her compassion was genuine. No matter how reckless she was, Ssarak had no doubt that Alaira would not willingly put Lyn into harm's way. As Ssarak walked up to Alaira with Lyn, he gave her a serious expression, but he had no intention to have the inevitable argument with her just yet. There was no reason to have Lyn around for that. \"Alaira.\" He said simply to grab her attention. \"I would like to have a...conversation with you soon, but for now, I need to help Meirin deal with her injuries. Once we finish our meals, could you watch after Lyn? I do not want to leave her alone in this place.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "**Alaira Taenn** \n\nAlaira took the tankard almost as quickly as it had been slammed down. She couldn't help but smile, just a little bit. Few things could equal the simple pleasure of a good drink. She took a swig, and she wasn't disappointed. It wasn't the best mead she had ever had, but it was up there... She'd give the guy a tip if she had any money to spare. Mysteriously, her purse had become lighter... In any event, this had been relaxing, but she couldn't shake a sense of immense dread.\n\nThat made itself apparent when Ssarak had approached. It was difficult with that snout of his, but she could tell he wasn't happy. She simply stared as he spoke, her face grim.**\"Injuries? I had a rune delivered. She should be fine.\"**She said, her voice neutral. Could Lyn have lost it? No, not likely. They were probably too busy being all indecisive about it. Even if it had been a disaster, at least she actually did something rather than sit around talking about it. She looked down at Lyn... She was alright... She smiled softly and held her arms open, inviting the girl to her lap. She could have said something, but with the hybrid child words didn't seem to matter all that much.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak let go of Lyn's hand so she could go to Alaira. If there was one thing that he could trust, it was that she would keep her safe. \"She will be fine, it will just take a few hours for the rune to heal it..\" He commented. Although nothing about his expression changed, he was almost angry at how dismissive Alaira seemed to be about her actions before. She had very nearly gotten everyone in the wagon, including Lyn, killed, but that did not seem to register in her mind. It was clear that they were going to have to open her eyes to that fact soon, but now was not the time for that conversation. Instead, he simply remained silent and waited for his chicken to finish cooking. He had already paid the innkeeper, so once it was ready, he took Lyn's portion and placed it down in front of her. The scent of the meat was all the more tantalizing now that it was actually theirs to consume, so he had a feeling Lyn would not care that it was not the soup once she started eating. \"Here you go Lyn. If you want any more, be sure to let Alaira here know that you are still hungry. She might not be able to read your thoughts as I can, but I am sure she will understand.\" He said, giving a nod to Alaira before returning to the table with Meirin.\n\nSsarak wished he could take a seat, but he still didn't trust the chairs to hold him. Regardless, it did not bother him to eat while standing, and the size of his mouth allowed him to eat his meal rather quickly. It likely would not be enough to make him feel satisfied after such an exhausting day, but he needed to budget carefully for this journey. They had lost some time due to the attack at the bridge, and the addition of Lyn was going to increase their food expense if taking her back to the college was not an option. \"How are you feeling? Are you ready to use the rune now?\" Ssarak asked.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Pitch scanned his new room, checking every single inch of the place. It was nice, it had an odd feeling to it. Well, as odd as a madman could say it was. There was a large bed, covered in a soft red fabric, and sat atop a stone frame. On the head frame, it had something engraved in it, but Pitch couldn't tell what it was. Beside the bed, there was an ornate wooden table, covered in interesting curves and lines. There was a lantern set on the table, the ember flickering wildly.\n\nPitch sat on the bed sideways, his feet resting on the table, dangerously close to the flames of the lantern. He sat there a while, his eyes closed, comprehending what had happened and how he'd gotten here. His foot twitched, knocking the lantern over and extinguishing the flames. The only light coming from the room came from the window, which was, unfortunately, small and directly above his bed.\n\nThe light from the lantern dispersed, he still lay on the bed until he fell asleep. He awoke later the same day in complete darkness. He jumped up, groping at the walls until he found the window. The sun was not setting, but rising. For a moment, he thought that it was the middle of the night. He let out a sigh of relief and plopped back onto his bed, pulling the table closer. He reached underneath his bed, grabbing some parchment and a quill that he had stored down there. He set them both on the table, and began to write. He thought it would be a good idea to keep a journal. He picked up the lantern and lit it once more, the light dancing in the darkness.\n\n*Entry One, Day One\n\nToday was not as easy as I expected, but it went well. I went through a quick test of my skill, something with demons and such. Afterwards, I spoke Lucilia. I assume she handles most new students. I finally got my room and had a chance to rest. It is funny, how my journey took me here, spending so much time and succesfully making it alive and well. Thus far it has gone fairly smoothly. I hope that it will stay like that, but I get the odd feeling that it won't.\n\nPitch Black*\n\nHe glanced at it once, before lifting up a pillow and sliding it beneath it. Pitch stared into the lantern's flames as his shadow flickered on the wall beside him. The sun rose, but he closed his eyes anyway and returned to sleep.", "username": "louie221", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "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": "Leith fidgeted when Mar stared at him for longer than what he felt normal. He nodded at Althalus' words. It made sense that once life was given, there won't be any effort made by the mage other than communication with what they made. Leith was going to say something about convincing the kid to stop the horde, but Althalus had turned his attention to Mar. It had seemed that he had been unsuccessful in trying to stop the argument, but it didn't last long, and Althalus agreed to try and talk to the child. \n\n\"I'll stay down here and keep watch.\" Once Althalus and Mar had gone upstairs, Leith started pacing parallel to the barricaded door. He hoped was ready for when they broke in.\n\n---\n\nDarius\n\nDarius felt like death. He cursed himself for having too much to drink the night before. For most of the morning, he was irritable and would ignore anything anyone had to say that wasn't work related. It was late in the morning before he started feeling better. When they made it to the toll bridge, he was feeling around seventy-five percent. He wrinkled his nose at the smell. Something was wrong. The guards looked like he had felt earlier. He looked at Ssarak, finding that the dragon man looked uneasy as well. Once he saw that, he made a beeline towards Alaira. \n\n\"Something is not right about this bridge. Do not make a scene this time,\" he quietly warned. Satisfied, he started to walk away, but before he made it too far, he paused. \"Come with me.\" he said over his shoulder. \"Something is long dead, and we need to find out what it is.\" Normally, he wouldn't have said what he had, but having the half-elf within reaching distance would make sure an incident like the day before wouldn't happen again.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" } ]

[ { "text": "Darius was stupefied as he watched Alaira hop off the wagon and approach the guards. He reached an arm out to stop her, but he stopped when he caught sight of that creepy bear toy staring at him. Before he knew it, one of the guards was on the ground and the half-elf had a boot to his neck. Why? Why would she do that with no information at all? He was about to march over to Alaira and rip her off of the guard she was interrogating when an idea occurred to him. He could use her scene as a distraction and search for that gods-awful smell.\n\nAs he made his way closer towards the bridge, the smell got stronger. It was almost overwhelming. Readying himself for what he'd find, he looked over the edge, and he nearly gagged. He had been expecting bodies or something of the like, not human waste. Something was definitely not right with this toll bridge. No one with a healthy mind would work in these conditions. Darius walked back to the wagon, shaking his head in disgust and his hand on his sword. He was ready to push Alaira off the man if on the slight chance that there was nothing wrong.\n\nThis was going to be a long job.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Darius Jura" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nAs Meirin was questioning one of the guards, Ssarak was going through their minds, sifting through the various thoughts, emotions, and obscenities going through them for information he felt may be important. There was only one mind he could not seem to read, which was the one of the particularly pale guard. He was not sure why, but what he could hear in the thoughts of the others did provide some insight into their current attitude. Overall, not one of them was in anything resembling a good mood. All of them were hungry, exceedingly bored, and hated the job they were performing. They felt as weary and weakened as they looked.\n\nSsarak focused particular attention on the guard Meirin was speaking to, especially once her questioning became more direct, and his thoughts were even more frustrated than his words. He thought not only about how much he hated his job, but how jealous he was of Meirin and the rest of the caravan guards. Even with the traveling they had been doing, they looked, and almost certainly were, more well-off than these bridge guards. He also had other, more crude thoughts directed at Alaira and Meirin, but other than making Ssarak angry, they were not as relevant. As soon as Ssarak heard Meirin's thoughts, he responded with his own findings.*\"It does not seem like any of them want to be here either. They are hungry, and by the looks of things, probably underpaid. They are bored, and in particular, the one you spoke to is envious of us. However, I have not actually heard any thoughts suggesting they intend to attack us, not yet.\"*\n\nAlmost as soon as Ssarak sent his message, Alaira, once again, acted out rashly. He had placed so much focus on the guards that he was not able to stop the person who was proving to be the greatest threat to their safety. He shook his head and gave an audible sigh. He seemed disappointed, though it was more in himself than anything for expecting anything different. At least this time, she did not catch anything on fire, so the horses were fine. Alaira was being a fool, but he could not discount the possibility that she was a*lucky*fool. The guards were suspisious, and may still be a danger, especially now that they had a very legitimate reason to attack.\n\n\"Alaira, control yourself!\" Ssarak shouted as he drew his weapon and looked at her, his posture hinting at anger just as well as his voice. On the outside, it would seem like an angered reaction, but in reality, it was a calculated move. If the guards had not intended to be hostile, then it would demonstrate that he and the other caravan guards did not agree with Alaira, and did not necessarily want to harm, or even rob them. Second, it allowed him to bring his weapon in hand without increasing the hostility towards the guards.It seemed like he was focused on Alaira, but each of the guards were still within his sight in some capacity, and he was both watching for sudden movements, and listening for thoughts that would suggest they were attacking. Overall, it meant he was now alert and ready for an attack, but still had some possibility of defusing the situation.\n\nAt the same time, Ssarak sent a telepathic message to Meirin, Darius, and the Caravan master.*\"I do not intend to attack Alaira. I used the opportunity to draw my weapon safely, but I cannot communicate this to Alaira, so be ready. Let us try to get her to back down, but watch the guards closely. She has given them good reason to attack, if they were not already.\"*", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "**_Alaira Taenn_**\n\nAlaira smirked as she shifted her boot slightly, pressing it into the downed goon's throat a little harder. She had heard Ssarak, but she simply shrugged. **\"You won't hurt me.\"** she said simply, eyeing the increasingly unfortunate man as he spoke. She growled, pressing it in a little harder. **\"Damn right I can take the lot of ya. After I crush your little throat, I could _easily_ snap all your worthless necks with both arms chopped off.\"** She growled, before hearing Ssarak speak again.\n\n_Look at this asshole, thinks this is just random crazy..._ She thought idly... Ssarak might catch that, actually. While extreme pain was to be had from any attempts to peer into her mind, idle surface thoughts could be picked up off of her with no issue. She gave Ssarak the finger without even looking to him, looking down to the guard again. Now, this plan was impulsive and stupid but it was a plan at least. She hadn't just crushed them on an assumption, like she usually would. In fact, if Meirin hadn't spoken to her yesterday she would have just gone into all-out 'stab the guards' mode. \n\nWhile she was not so sure of her original thoughts, the fact that the guards meant no harm was yet to be confirmed, so more scary. **\"Look,\"** She began, her voice slightly more friendly and less growly, but still absolutely terrifying. **\"I could have just talked this out with you, but let's be honest. I trust you much, much more like this, with my boot on your throat. See, you know I'm one crazy bitch, as I've just demonstrated and my friends have clearly validated.\"** She gestures around.\n\n**\"So you know, if you lie to me or make me _unhappy_, I'll kill you. And don't think I won't, the last bridge that pissed me off got burned down...\"** She shifts her boot a little, though is sure not to crush the little bastard. **\"I've had a very, very bad year... So tell me, are you lot planning anything?!\"** It was then that she felt something grab her arm... Ssarak? No, it couldn't be, he wouldn't just grab her out of the blue like that, she might accidentally kill the poor bastard... It was then that she felt it. \n\nImmediately, a searing pain entered her mind, like a thousand angry bees, stabbing and screeching at evey corner of her mind. Broken images of her life flashed before her, too fast to focus. Emotions were out of control, rage, fear, loneliness, guilt... Immediately, she clutched her head, howling in extreme agony as she was pulled away. She would have likely killed the guard had Ssarak not done that, simply from losing control of her body. She thrashed, the pain unceasing, unending. It sounded strange, that such a proud woman could make such a pitiful sound... **\"NomoreNomoreNomorenomore!!!\"** She moaned out, slamming her head against the cart as sobs went along with her wailing...", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "In a move that did not surprise Meirin, Alaira went and attacked one of the guards. She had a mixture of anger and worry; one one hand Meirin was pissed that Alaira had once again acted on her own, but than again Meirin did feel rather suspicious of these guards anyways. She did wish that Alaira would have been more... Subtle. And understandably just about everyone took up arms and readied themselves for a fight. The guardsmen took out their meager weapons and Meirin almost pitied them. But that doesn't mean that she wouldn't kill them if they had to fight. The guards argued against Alaira and frankly, Meirin agreed with them. Alaira may be right for the wrong reasons however, and Meirin was still angry at how quickly Alaira kept jumping into these fights.\n\nBefore anyone could take a swing at each other however two more people came across from the bridge. Meirin didn't notice them until Ssarak gave her a telepathic message. She glanced at the two newcomers and her face grew darker. Where the others had emblems that didn't belong to these lands, the man in the robes did. In fact, Meirin knew the emblem and the baron the emblem belongs to. She didn't need to know more for her to figure out they've found themselves in a bad position. [i]\"Ssarak, I think I know why these guardsmen are here. They must be allies to the local barony, and that man with the staff must be their superior. We need to settle this peacefully; the last thing we need is to be branded as criminals for assaulting guardsmen.\"[/i] Meirin would have tried to keep an empty head, but frankly she had no ways to fend against Psychomancers. If for some reason they want to enter her mind there was little that she could do to stop them, so she went ahead and made her thoughts so Ssarak would at least read them. \n\n\"We're merely heading towards Hysteria to sell our cargo. We had a run in with bandits just the day before, and our friend here has been on edge since than. Please understand, she only wishes to protect the merchandise and... Us.\" Meirin choked on that last word. She didn't want to reveal Lyn's presence to these guardsmen less they try to do something to harm her. And if they did... Even Meirin would not be able to control herself. Images of children in her past flashed in her mind as she thought about protecting Lyn. Gritting her teeth and tightening her grip on her staff Meirin watched the guards to see who would make the first mistake.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nJust as Ssarak feared, Alaira began to collapse in pain when the psychomancer reached into her mind. As he already had hold of her, he was able to support her enough to keep her from falling. He certainly did not want to add to her pain, so instead of a telepathic message, he leaned close to whisper to her quickly. \"The robed one is the psychomancer. Let us just get through this peacefully, if at all possible.\"\n\nSsarak let Alaira down gently, then looked at the robed man. He heard what Meirin said and the thoughts in her mind, just as the psychomancer no doubt had. He had also likely already determined that it was he who caused Alaira's pain, and simple deduction would tell him that Ssarak too shared his mageblood. If he focused psychomantic attacks on the robed man's wards, he might distract him from being able to harm Alaira, but he did not yet want to take such aggressive measures. For now, he could only hope that the man would stop his attempts to reach into her mind. Ssarak had not yet attempted to read the man's mind, but he no doubt had wards as well. Since both sides had a psychomancer, the advantage those abilities bring to negotiations would essentially be negated for both sides, so they would need to reach an agreement through more traditional means. \n\nSsarak continued once Meirin finished speaking. \"The bandits ambushed us on a bridge like this. They did not pose as guardsmen, but such a strategy is not uncommon. I am sure you all can attest to the danger present in this region. Our friend is rash, foolish, and judgmental, but she is not without good intentions. I regret that her paranoia brought you harm through her mistake, and I believe it would be best for us just to move on, and out of your lives.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nAs Ssarak feared, the situation did deteriorate quickly. Fortunately, their intimidation did at least bear some fruit, as two of the guards fled before the fighting could begin. This left their numbers evenly matched, but a fight was now certain. As Ssarak already had his weapon drawn he was ready to react immediately, even if he would rather not fight at all.\n\nThe robed man tried to claim that he was actually a demonomancer, but there was no way he could convince Ssarak of that. He had felt the pressure against his ward, not to mention how he was influencing Alaira. It was the same kind of misdirection Ssarak might attempt himself, even if it was less subtle and, to Ssarak, less convincing. \n\n_\"Do not believe him; he is a psychomancer.\"_ Ssarak warned telepathically to the others just as the guard captain began to rush him. However, he did not know about the illusory demons, so if any of his allies did not trust his word completely, he would not know to convince them that they were not real. Still, given how he was harming Alaira, Ssarak knew that it would be best to attempt to deal with him sooner rather than later.\n\nThe guard captain's swift charge gave Ssarak little opportunity to deliver a blow himself, as his maul required more time to deliver a full swing than a sword. Despite his rage, the captain at least seemed to be fighting intelligently by closing the gap and preventing Ssarak from using the advantage of reach. Even so, Ssarak was undeterred, as fighting in extreme close quarters was not something he was unfamiliar with. The head of his maul required force to move around its greater mass, but the haft of the weapon could be manipulated fairly quickly, especially while pivoting about its point of balance in the head. Holding his weapon horizontally in front of him, Ssarak quickly moved it down once he saw that the captain was thrusting towards his hand, then snapped it up to clash against the blade with the haft of his weapon, which absorbed the majority of the force from the attack. \n\nWith his gauntlets protecting his hands, Ssarak was comfortable moving into a counter. Continuing the motion of his initial block, he pushed the haft of the weapon up and to the right, with the head remaining relatively stationary. This pushed the captain's sword out of the way for a moment, giving Ssarak a chance to retaliate. Using the momentum he already had, Ssarak turned his upper body and charged forward, leading with his left shoulder. This meant that most of his body was at an angle to the captain, so his attacks were more likely to deflect off of his armor, rather than imparting the force head-on. He hoped to use his superior strength and sheer body mass to knock the captain over, and give him the advantage.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Alaira Taenn\n\nSeconds before Alaira managed to fry the poor fool's brain, she was thrown off of him, into the cart. With a loud thud she slammed into the cart. The shadows flickered, moving this way and that... fighting, maybe? She couldn't focus, the searing pain in both her mind and her back prevented any sort of action on her part. She whimpered, clutching her head in agony as the fight erupted around her. She didn't notice the phantasmal demons, as illusions didn't really work on her. All psychomantic interference on her mind was just white noise, an infernal searing pain throughout her brain. While it was impossible for a psychomancer to have the desired effect on her, it was rather easy to render her a non-issue...", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Baulder\n\nBaulder was lead out of the ornate dorms through stairs and past a mixture of races and out to a courtyard. He was absolutely interested to the point of anger that he didn't know about all these other races. He had only met humans and an elf back at the village. He had no idea that there were so many different types of beings. However whenever he started to stop to stare at any given person or object the gargoyle pushed him along. He had the scariest thought for a moment that he would never have time to learn everything here. Time, he would need more of it. How much more would he need though is what he wondered for a moment before the gargoyle pushed him along again.\n\nThey passed by a cluster of large open spaces where people were casting fire from their hands at various objects and frost from their feet. He was rather curious as one of the people with ice protruding from their feet began skating around the small courtyard. He was rather entertained by this for a moment as he then saw the demon. The large gray creature that had taken him into the inferno, well atleast he thought so anyways. Either way he had seen the demon before. The gargoyle pushed him in the direction of his \"master\" and then walked off away to the corner of the room incase he needed it further. Baulder felt his eyes widen and his nostrils flair as his combined senses remembered the imp and the taste. He salivated as he remembered the taste of the imp, although it was quite gamey it was much less fatty than the deer he had been eating up until that point. His mind quickly wandered back to being knocked out again.\n\nBaulder began seething with rage and made a quick pace over to the large creature and once near his face dropped into a completely calm and neutral one again. His pupils dilated and then returned to normal as he said \"Master.....\" Immediately he clenched his jaw tight.", "username": "cqbexpt", "char_name": "\"Scarred hand\", \"Midnight\", Baulder" }, { "text": "Darius looked at the robed man as he denied being a Psychomancer and insisted that he was a Demonmancer. Whatever kind of magic the man had, he was a mage, and made him a priority target. Ssarak seemed certain that the man was a Psychomancer, and the dragon man had no reason to lie, so Darius believed him. \n\nThe remaining guardsmen attacked as soon as the mage stopped speaking. Darius was ready. As soon as he saw movement from the guards he started running for the robed man. As he dodged the knife that was thrown at him, he heard something screech from his right side. He chanced a look and saw that a demon had appeared from out of nowhere and it was heading for him. He stopped his charge and rolled out of the way of the creature's attack. He gritted his teeth in anger as he watched the demon and the guardsman.\n\nThese two were preventing him from getting to the mage. Focusing his anger, he created a ball of air in his hand. He waited for the demon to attack before he threw the condensed ball of air into the ground in front of the guard. The ball of air blew up and sent dirt and debris into the air. The moment the ball detonated, Darius dodged the demon's attack and ran at the guard he potentially temporarily blinded and thew a vicious punch at the man.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Darius Jura" }, { "text": "Gritting her teeth Meirin took a defensive stance once the battle went under way. She was not fooled by the robed man's lies when he said he was a Demonomancer, as Ssarak told her the truth before hand. She focused on the guardsmen near her and Darius. Luckily two fled before the fight evening out the numbers. The pale guard screamed at them, but Meirin wasn't going to just stand there and take it. Just as he attacked Meirin moved forward and dodged him. As he lunged to where she once stood Meirin raised her monk's spade to chop him in the back of the head. That's when she saw the demon. She hesitated just long enough that after she swung her weapon, she only managed to leave a graze in the pale guard's back.\n\nMeirin resumed her defensive stance but glared at the demon before her eyes. Ssarak had told her that the robed man was a Psychomancer, and it wasn't as though she didn't believe him. But this demon... Meirin did not want to expose herself to this monster. This is what they came for, wasn't it? To find out where these demons were coming from? Meirin's mind raced before realizing that she was in a bad position. Two against one wasn't good even if one of her opponents was a scruffy guardsmen. It was obvious to her that this pale guard was not normal if his teeth and demeanor was anything to go by. \"Focus Meirin! Take them out one at a time!\"\n\nThe demon made a sweeping attack at Meirin which she dodged easily. She used the momentum to preform a weaving technique while she was in the air. It was a wind one which she can use to propel her in any direction once she finished the movements, and she decided to jump over the pale guard and towards Ssarak's opponent, the much more skilled and better armed guard captain. She also used her wind weaving technique to push the pale guard down, which should give her some time to help Ssarak. Once she landed Meirin flanked her new opponent with Ssarak, who had just attempted to tackle the guard captain. Taking just a moment to analyze the situation Meirin swept at the captain's legs. She would help Ssarak knock the captain down and finish him off taking out one of the bigger threats in this fight.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" } ]

[ { "text": "Collab-Luna and Lucius\n\nA shout echoed through the forest. It was muffled due to the distance and the forest, but sure enough it was from Annabeth. This shout was heard all the way to Colette at the wagon.\n\nColette jumped and tensed looking in the direction of the shout. \"Annabeth!\" she shouted as she took off to save her only friend. Her blood rushing through her veins and arteries as it was responding the adrenaline that was pumping through, her blocking the pain as the branches of trees that she pasted cut into her exposed skin drawing blood which healed up instantly. \"ANNABETH WHERE ARE YOU!?\" She shouted trying to find her with her nose but it wasn't working with her mind full of panic. She strained to hear around her hoping she would call out to her. She continued to run in the direction she was going when she finally got to where her friend was. \"ANNABETH!\" she shouted so much that if she was human, her throat would be sore from it.\n\nAnnabeth turned to the sound of shouting. She couldn't make it out at first, and worried that it was an enemy she drew her sword. But soon Colette crashed into the forest, her clothes torn and her skin a bit bloodied. \"Colette? What happened?\" Annabeth forgot about Arcadius and went to see to her friend. She sheathed her sword as she made her way to Colette. \"What's wrong? Did something happen at the wagon?\"\n\n\"I...I hear you scream and I got scared.\" she said her body trembling and now glisening with sweat and blood that mixed together as she tried to catch her breath, her maroon red eyes relaxing when she saw no danger. \"Why did you scream?\" she asked looking at her friend.\n\nAnnabeth couldn't believe it at first, but then she smiled. Mainly because she was a bit glad that Colette would worry about her so much, though at the same time she was a bit sorry for making her worry. Taking out a cloth Annabeth wiped away some blood on Colette's cheek. She must have gotten cut while she ran here. \"Well, you see I was just startled. The skull we found a while back is magical and can talk! He says he'll be able to help us though.\"\n\nShe nodded in understanding as she flushed a little embarrassed but managed to shake it off. \"I am glad you are ok, I don't want to lose you if I would have handled it if I lost my only friend.\" she said sincerely her eyes flashing with sadness as her past filled her head before she mentally shook it off. 'Its in the past, they are gone and there is no way of changing that.' she thought before turning her attention back to her.\n\nAnnabeth could tell there was some sadness in Colette. Annabeth made a mental note to talk to her about it some more later. Turning back to Liam and Arcadius Annabeth decided to advance their plans a bit. \"Well with you here I suppose we can just get our work done even faster.\" Walking over to Arcadius, Annabeth picked him up and tied him to a piece of rope. This time let rested him against her chest so he could see what Annabeth could, sort of. \n\n\"Now that we're all here, let's hurry this along. It's getting dark and I don't want us to be out here when night falls. Colette, keep an eye out for any long logs and such. And collect any vines and plant fibers you find that aren't poisonous. If you don't know what is and isn't, don't worry about it. Now let's hurry before the sun goes down. We need to act quickly once the moon is out.\"\n\nColette nodded and went to do so sniffing at each vine picking everything that wasn't poisonous humming an old lullaby to herself as she felt her body calming down from the earlier panic. She looked up at the colorful sky holding onto the plants and other things she found close to her chest. She smiled a little after a while of standing there looking up at sky, her thoughts around how much her life has changed ever since she was found and was taken to a better place where she finally had a friend she had been longing for ever since her parents mysteriously vanished and all the servants left her behind in fear she would kill them. She looked back towards where the others were and she smiled feeling really blessed and went back to doing what she was doing.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "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": "Leith\n\nLeith relaxed as he left the house. It was over. It had felt like ages, but it probably hadn't been that long. He looked at his arm and sighed. The wound needed to be treated sooner rather than later. He made his way back to the carriage and grabbed his bag. After a few moments of rifling through it, he found what he was looking for; his waterskin, a small jar of poultice, and some cloth bandages. He should probably go see to the wounds Coco had as well.\n\nPutting the strap to his waterskin over his shoulder, Leith made his way back to the group. He arrived in time to see someone barrel into Grey. As the man babbled to Grey, Leith noticed the wounds the man was sporting. He adjusted his cloak to hide his right hand and hurried over to the man. \n\nWhen the man suddenly stopped talking, Leith frowned. Had something gone wrong with him? Leith's question was answered when the man demanded to know what a monster was doing here. The reaction was instantaneous. The first thing that happened was Mar rising to her full height and hissing, then, Althalus levelled his crossbow at the man, but the worst reaction was from Grey. Heat rushed to Leith's face as he felt a flash of anger when Grey slapped the man. \n\nThe man was clearly outnumbered and the most wounded of the bunch. He didn't need to be slapped. Leith wouldn't have minded if Grey just picked the man up by the collar as he chewed him out. With a calming breath, Leith let the anger dissipate. It wouldn't do to be angry. He could still feel some heat in his face, but he ignored it. With that out of the way, he continued to the man on the ground. \n\nLeith kneeled beside the man. He looked dazed, but he was still conscious. Leith snapped his fingers at the man until he looked focused enough. \"I'm sorry about that.\" He shot Grey a loaded look before looking back at the man. \"I believe you could understand if someone insulted one of the people you work with.\" He paused for a moment. \"We are looking for some men, and from the looks of it, you ran into them. Tell you what. I'll patch you up and you can tell us what happened while I do so. Sound good? Also, my hand is kinda messed up. Don't mind it and we'll be fine.\" With that, Leith sat back and waited for the man's answer.\n\n\nDarius\n\nDarius was planning to tackle the robed man on the bridge, but a wild swing from Alaira made him pause. With her blindly attacking the man, he couldn't do anything to hinder the man, so he folded his arms and waited for Alaira to make contact. He ignored Meirin as she ran past. It did not take long for the man to disappear after that. Darius nodded when the man disappeared. Ssarak must have dealt with the man. He looked to his left and saw Meirin bringing the man out of the water. Without knowing if the robed man was alive or not, Darius decided to move Alaira out of the man's sight.\n\nHe walked over to the half-elf and picked up her mace. He then crouched down in front of her. \"Can you stand? We need to assess the damage.\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Alaira Taenn \n\nAlaira simply sat there, breathing... She had to calm down... it was over... She noticed a boot out of the corner eye, and looked up to see the... other guy, the Yarosmerian one. Darius, probably. He crouched down, and asked a rather simple question. Not out of any real concern for her, but mostly out of concern for the job, which was enough, honestly. She groaned quietly, pushing off the ground as she rose to her feet, somewhat shaky. \"I-I'm fine... Just give me a few minutes...\" She mumbled, rubbing her head as she made her way to the cart. \n\nShe peeked into the back, and sighed in relief as Lyn seemed perfectly safe... \"L-Lyn? A-are you a-alright?\" She asked.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]

[ { "text": "Darius stood at the entrance of the cave, his sword drawn. He tensed at Ssarak's warning, and almost as soon as it was said, they were set upon. Three of the creatures ran at him. Had these things been trained men, Darius would have been sorely outmatched. They were still going to be challenging, but he could do challenging. The one in the lead attacked without any anticipation, a savage overhead strike that he easily side-stepped. The second one crashed into the first and they went tumbling down in a heap. He frowned. Maybe not as challenging as he had thought. The third one ran past the first two and charged him. \n\nThe creature swung its arm back in preparation of an attack, but it never made it. Darius swung his sword into the creature's neck, nearly decapitating it with the swing. He tore his sword free and turned to the other two that had gotten up and were making their way towards him. When they were halfway to him, they flinched and squealed as flash of light lit the area. At Ssarak's statement, Darius took a deep breath, then ran forward and decapitated one of the creatures with one swing. He ducked under a swipe that was aimed for his head, and shoulder checked the last one, knocking it to the ground. He cleaved into its head as it was scrambling to its feet. \n\nAfter regaining control of his breathing, Darius watched as Alaira sprinted after something. She could either be chasing after shadows, or it could be the one who released these creatures. Speaking of. Darius walked over towards the last creature, which was crawling towards him, and quickly dispatched it. It was a good thing that there wasn't any more. Quickly dispatching the two creatures were taking its toll on him. His body was starting to ache. He must have gotten close to over exerting himself. With a sigh, he kept an eye out, watching for anything of interest. \n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nLeith watched in horror as the elf screamed. He looked at his hand. It would have been a lot better if he had just crushed her head with it. What he had done. It was horrible. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, the screaming stopped. She was dead. He brought a hand up to his head. He didn't deny that the elf needed to die, but he had made her suffer. It was a terrible feeling that he knew wouldn't leave him. \n\nWith a shuddering breath, he took a look at his surroundings. The forest was burning. The child was gone. Grey was retching by a broken down cart. The demon was gone, and Althalus was by Mar. Slowly, and with staggering steps, Leith made his way to Althalus and Mar. When he got to them, he unsteadily sat down. The adrenaline was wearing down and Leith started feeling the effects of the fight. \n\n\"That went downhill so fast.\" Leith said, his voice shaking.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Darius Jura" }, { "text": "Caravan Mission\n\nOne by one, the ghouls fell. The first that Ssarak struck down was dead upon impact. Darius slew one as it tried, in vain, to crush his head. Two more were caught by a blinding flash and cut down by Darius. But there was still once missing, one that was blinded by the light. But whereas the others merely flailed in place, this one ran until it's eyes could recover, and in doing so found shelter in the scant shades of the trees around the camp. That's when it saw Alaira snooping around, and seeing her as easy prey the ghoul lunged at her with great speed and startling silence.\n\nMean while the hooded man looked back at Ssarak as he was sneaking off. \"Curses! Damn that Psychomancer!\" He knew it was only a matter of time before the dragonoid would find him, even if he was invisible. The ghouls hardly proved to be worth a distraction as they were cut down with ease. And with Alaira hot on his tail the vampire needed to do something to throw her off. He doubt that she too was a psychomancer or she would have found him already, and hoping that she lacks wards to protect her mind she cast a spell at her, one that would create false noises away from the vampire. He than ran into the forest further, careful to avoid any branches or sticks to break underfoot. His breath was light, but he knew that he only had a few minutes worth of mageblood left. If the worse was to happen, that he was caught, he couldn't let his journal fall into their hands. He'd have to destroy it before they kill him.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Aramir\n\nThe little blue snow Elf glanced about, a bit uncertain about how to go about rescuing all the carts herself. They had just crawled up a plateau and were now, somehow, supposed to get the carts down and past an angry Roc with minimal damage to them. Why. Why was I sent here.. Aramir thought, running a hand through her hair. She was a hunter not a cart driver. Looking about she saw very little options. There were some horses, but they were kept with other monsters and predators. She didn't think the four of them were enough to not only wrangle the horses and tie them to the carts but to fight off anything else they would release. It was looking more and more like they were going to have to push the carts down the plateau and hope they don't fall apart on the way down. Which wasn't really a plan at all. \n\n\"Frankly? I don't know. We were sent up here to get the carts down, but the only way I can see to remove them is to push them down the Plateau and pray they don't break apart when they finally land. The Roc is probably going to be coming back soon. So, unless any of you have any ideas, pushing them down is the only way I see us getting off this rock and back to the College before we all become bird lunch.\" She glanced back at her two other companions. \"Besides. We'd best get back to the others in a hurry. It does not sound like their mission against the Roc is going well at all.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)" } ]

[ { "text": "Darius seethed at the way that the half-elf spoke to him. Small pops could be heard as motes of air were created and destroyed around him. Slowly, he picked up the torch and fought the urge to hit Alaira upside the head with it. The mission was almost over, Darius thought to himself. It wouldn't be worth it to kill each other. As he relatively calmed himself down, the popping stopped. He made his way towards the cave, walking past the firepit as he did so. He dragged the torch along dying embers, lighting the torch. \n\nDuring his search of the cave, Darius found several items that the Caravan Master could profit from. Once the cursory search was over, he kicked the locked door down an searched the room, taking note of the more valuable items. Once that was done, he started moving everything they could take out of the cave. Hopefully, he'd be done by the time everyone got back.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Darius Jura" }, { "text": "Caravan Escort\n\nAfter Ssarak alerted the caravan master of safe passage, as well as Lyn's return, the wagon moved into the bandit camp. They couldn't take everything since there wasn't enough space on the wagon, so taking only what was most valuable the group loaded up and left the camp behind. The group would travel until nightfall, where they would have an uneventful night, before waking up and heading to Hysteria shortly after high noon.\n\nHysteria was a chaotic and colorful looking place. Unlike the generally drab and weary feel of Djarkel, Hysteria was charged with emotion and partial insanity. Street performers of all types of acts flooded the streets, playing their sings and preforming their dances. Occasionally a fight would break out, but the absurd of some of thee fights made it hard to discern what was a real brawl or an elaborate improv. Either way, the college students would not stay long. The caravan master arrived to his destination with new cargo, but with a sour feel for the college students. He made no comment on how he intended to judge them, but the look in his eyes certain said that the college left an impression on him. \"You'd fit right in here.\" Was all he said on the matter.\n\nIn Hysteria the group would later be contacted by the members of a different caravan group known as the Scarlet Traveler; Lucilia's own personal caravan. They received word to be on the look out for the group and offered them a ride back to the college, since they too needed to report in with Lucilia on their business. And being a caravan that employed vampires, they were capable of making the trip back to the college in only one day, utilizing both beasts and drivers who required no rest.\n\nOnce at the college the guards let the group through the gates. One of the guardsmen, the newer ones, came up to the group and told them that Lucilia would like to meet with one of them to get a report of the mission, as well as any evidence found. Everyone else was free to go about their business, and will receive compensation for their mission after she receives the report.\n\nLucilia Riovas\n\nAll the while Lucilia had spent the last few days with business as usual. She been having her caravans work around the world trying to figure out the movements of Kudd as well as any other disasters which may be linked to him, or could be utilized by the college to build alliances. Though she was also mulling over various new information she was getting. One tidbit that was caught her attention was when the mage hunter group arrived. She understood the dangers of knew that the people she sent would be able to handle it, but to see nearly all of them in the infirmary... Perhaps next time she should send one of the more skilled mages to oversee them. As much as she is willing to throw their lives away, the ones she were sending were some of her best (And perhaps only) useful students she had. She didn't want to throw them away carelessly, or have them carelessly throw their lives away.\n\nAs she was reading over a report on Eania there was a knock and a familiar voice on the door. With a wave of her hand the door unsealed itself and opened for Grey. \"Come in Grey. I trust you succeeded in stopping the mages in Eania?\"", "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": "Grey Onyx\nGrey turned his head slightly when the door magically opened itself... \"Huh... Neat...\" He mumbled under his breath. He couldn't help but brighten slightly at the sight of her, regardless of the grim news he had. He sighed, stepping into her room as the door sealed itself behind him, finding a seat near her desk. He decided to answer her question as professionally as he could... \"Not... Entirely. We managed to deal with one one of them for certain.\" He wavered slightly at the last sentence, the memory of that creature still fresh in his mind. \n\n\"There was a Pyromancer that we had managed to deal heavy wounds to. He fled to the forest, but I'm almost certain that he succumbed to his wounds. The last one escaped...\" He placed the bundle of papers that was his report on the desk in a clean spot. \"There's all the details there but... If I may speak plainly I would say the mission was a disaster...\" He placed his elbow on the desk, leaning his face into his hand. He was quiet for a moment, deep in his own thoughts. \"The costs were... avoidable. I made many mistakes.\" He said, his uncovered eye gazing off into the corner. \"And then there were things that... Happened. Strange things...\" He leaned back, looking down to his arms. He shook as he spoke, the matter seeming to disturb him greatly. \"I was... I was capable of great feats of strength... I know I'm quite strong, but some of the things I did were... Unnatural, and I know I'm no mage. Whenever I got worked up I'd suddenly have the power to smash solid oak doors off their hinges and across the room, or I'd be strong enough to crush someones head to a fine paste...\" He stopped speaking, simply looking up to meet her gaze. \"If... If you know someone that can explain this... Please tell me where to find them.\"", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" } ]

[ { "text": "Colette\n\nColette nodded in agreement with her friend and looked at her new familar who watched her intently for instructions. \"Hyllos I want you to scout for Aramir and the others for us. Can you do that\" she asked and Hyllos nodded with no hesitation. 'Of course mistress I will be back as soon as possible' she was about to fly off when Colette stopped her.\n\n\"And can you just call me Colette, I haven't been called mistress in years and it kinda feels uncomfortable now' she said and Hyllos nodded before flying off aware that Colette watched her go until she was out of site", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak gave something of an amused grunt. \"The reason we are telling you about this is because you asked.\" He commented, giving another glance in the direction of Lucilia's office. \"We wish to speak with Lucilia about this because she is in a position to prevent Alaira from being sent on more missions and endangering more lives. I can understand your skepticism, but you were not present for the mission, so you were not witness to her actions. On two separate occasions, her recklessness endangered all of our lives, and the mission itself. When faced with two individuals on a bridge ahead of us that were potentially bandits, she promptly, and without consulting anyone else, ignited a field of grass off to our right. It sparked a forest fire, choked the air with smoke, panicked our horses, and forced us to be trapped on the bridge, which the bandits quickly cut. It was an action that did not harm the bandits in the slightest, but brought us to the brink of death. That is not someone to whom you want to trust your life. Perhaps she can be helped; be taught better judgment, but until then, be wary of her if you are required to work with her.\" He warned. \n\nThere was not much purpose in continuing to voice their grievances with Grey. If he still disagreed, then there likely would be no swaying him. They had already likely said enough to convince him that their issue was with Alaira, instead of Lucilia herself, so they could go ahead and give their report to her. \"We should probably go speak to her now.\" Ssarak suggested, glancing to Meirin.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Grey Onyx\nGrey sighed, shaking his head some as he looked up to the ceiling for a moment. \"I'm not saying it isn't true... Ugh, look. Lucilia's a smart woman. Probably the smartest person I know. She took a calculated risk in sending her along, and it didn't quite work out. The only thing she needs to see is an official report, which I will deliver to her whenever I receive it. You... did write a report, right?\" He asked, idly cracking his knuckles. Not as a gesture of intimidation, just as a habit. \"I'm certain that not only is she quite aware of any issues she has or would cause, but that there was a very good reason for sending her with you. What she doesn't need is to be bothered right now. She is very, very busy with the paperwork for my mission alone, then she has to do yours, and then the as-yet unresolved one. On top of all the logistics she normally has to do.\" \n\nHe sighed, tapping his finger over his eye-patch twice. \"Listen... Just bring me a report and I'll make sure to bring this issue to her attention...\" He scratched the back of his neck as he looked down... \"It's just... she's already got a lot to deal with right now, and I'd appreciate it if we could all just relax for a bit and let her work.\"\n\nHe looked off to Satori, sighing again. \"Great... Find another guard then.\" He said, loosening his arm. \"Look... I'm sure you've already pulled everything out of my head, but...\" He seemed bitter. \"...My own mission was less than happy for me. And I was told to relax and take the day off, and nothing short of Gaurot coming for my soul is gonna stop me.\" In truth, it was because he was more or less ordered to. And Grey could not willingly disobey an order from her in most circumstances. \"And can't you just... I dunno, fry its brain from here?\"\n\nAlaira Taenn\nAlaira quickly set Lyn down as the window opened, climbing in after her. She looked down to the drink offered, and sighed. She didn't really trust her cup... It probably had something in it, considering the vampire's side profession. But that was likely just to keep the Half-Elf from trying to hurt her. that is, if the cup wasn't innocent. She raised her hand a little bit, non-verbally declining as she flopped into a chair, watching Lyn... \"I know you know why I'm here... I'm not mad.\" She said, surprisingly calm. \"I ain't gonna hurt ya... I ain't gonna scream at ya... Just don't do it again, alright?\" She asked, looking up to her. from her expression, she just looked... tired. No barely contained rage, no quiet disapproval, nothing.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nMeirin nodded her head at Ssarak. Regardless of their thoughts about Alaira, they still needed to tell Lucilia everything else they found out. Grey asked them if they written a report and admittedly, Meirin did not. Ssarak might have, but Meirin intended to simply report what she knew about the mission in person. Not only that but they also had sensitive evidence to turn over as well. \"The sooner we give her our report the better. As you said, Lucilia is a smart woman. Not only that but we have things we need to give her that she'll need to look at.\" She didn't want to burden Lucilia any more than she already was... But frankly Meirin didn't really care, and the sooner she was finished with this the sooner Meirin could go deal with other things, like Alaira, or resuming her studies. Or going to sleep.\n\nTurning her head slightly to Satori, she wondered about what sort of creature could get inside the college. Maybe something that was already here? At least the college hasn't changed too much since they left. Always something going on to get wrapped up in. All the more reason to get these minor things out of the way. \"And I'm sorry to hear how your mission turned out Grey. Maybe once we're all done we could find time to get together and do something? I certainly wouldn't mind getting my mind off recent events.\" Meirin suggested as she began to walk towards Lucilia's door.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" } ]

[ { "text": "Lucilia Riovas\n\n\"Enough.\"\n\nThings were getting out of hand. It was one thing for Alaira to make a surprise visit with Lyn. That she could have handled and put aside quickly. But then she heard Ssarak try to enter, followed by Grey's voice telling them that they could not pass. There's a reason why Lucilia had a lock, both magical and mundane, on her door to dissuade unwanted guest. And hearing Alaira's report Lucilia could understand why she did not wanted to be with the others, but all the more reason why she needed to hear their input: To confirm or revise what Alaira had told her, and from what Meirin said, bring her important evidence. Because names and plans were more important to Lucilia than a headcount. \n\nLucilia's eyes glowed brightly for just a moment. When it did, the chair Alaira tried to use to prop her door closed moved on it own and out of the way of the door. The door itself was unsealed and opened, seeing Grey, Meirin, and Ssarak on the other side. Lucilia let out a tranquil fury that they chose here of all places to cause trouble. No doubt that it was inadvertently Lucilia's fault, however that didn't mean she was just going to let it happen without a say. \"Grey... Thank you for your services. You may leave now.\" A phrase rift with double meanings. It could innocently just be a request for Grey to allow the others to past, or a veiled message that he was about to be fired from his job. For Lucilia the wording was intentional; Ultimately Grey needed to make the decision to do as she says, or he'll need to find a new employer. \n\n\"Thank you for your report Alaira. I'll have someone send you your pay within the week. Take Lyn and watch over her for now. You are dismissed.\" A much simpler phrase in the form of an order. Obviously whatever Ssarak and Meirin had to say involved Alaira, who may either try to defend or admit towards. Lucilia didn't care. She said everything the vampire wanted to hear, and there was little else she needed to know from her. She knew if she did stay it would only keep Ssarak and Meirin from saying what they wanted to, or at least cause them to get into another confrontation. And if they were going to try to fight in her office, Lucilia was going to put them all into the catacombs.\n\n\"Meirin, Ssarak, you may enter. Alaira has already given me her report on the mission, so I shall listen to yours. I also understand that you have evidence I need to see?\"\n\nBut the last thing Lucilia did was stand up and go to one of her closets. Inside she took out a bag full of brown powder. Coco powder. She put it inside a woven basket that she made on the spot with various vines, and then put in a three ceramic mugs she had. She gave these to Lyn, for her and her family. She gave the little girl a polite smile and a pat on the head before returning to her seat and resuming her stern look at the others. \n\n\"No fighting.\"", "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": "Lyn\n\nLyn's hands took a moment to accept the mug's heat, her skin feeling rather uncomfortable and her nose enjoying the rich scent wafting into her memory. She held her face close to the bubbling liquid as she listened to the two converse, her mouth blowing on the steam to cool it. It was still too hot to drink yet which made her look at Alaira, patiently and partly exactingly. The girl had taken seat right on her Aunt's lap, the most comfortable perch in her mind, then turned back to gingerly test the liquid's temperature. Her face crunched feeling the liquid scorch her tongue slightly though in her mind it was certainly exaggerated. \n\nShe placed it upon the desk to cool some while she folded against Alaira. Lyn had just began to relax when her ear caught the harsh knock of the door, followed by a familiar voice belonging to Ssarak stating both he and Meirin were at the door. Her head had snapped up in surprise and looked at the door. Not sure if she should answer it and looked at Lucilia, feeling her Aunt remove her before pushing the other chair against the door. Lyn was confused immediately by the action and words. 'Fuck off?' Lyn repeated in her head. The cuss words sounded like something her dad used and her mind reflected on some of the swear words said the day she left. Her curious nature gnawed at what they meant and why someone used them, her heart flinch at the sound of most of them. \n\nLyn's attention was taken when she heard her Aunt's tone become sour. Her eyes looked hard and tilted, unsure how to make this better. Attention shifted to her mug, her feet stepping toward when Alaira concluded her story and scooped it up to pass it to her Aunt. She gestured for her to drink while she was patted on the head. Then, she turned about to reach for the other still left untouched.\n\nThings sounded like they were getting heated when sounds, muffled and firm, were coming from the other of the door. A bad, icky feeling stirred that seemed to warn her something really bad was about to happen.\n\nShe noted Alaira wasn't happy and tension filled the room, just like when her two most favorite people clashed. For a dreadful moment, Lyn was starting to wonder if she was the one responsible for this. Both times, she had been present and it couldn't be a chance happening. Lucilia's command seemed to have decided enough was enough, her voice turning to the man guarding the door as Lyn turned to watch the chair wobble out of the door. Her eyes blinked in surprise when she could see the three at the door then twisted to the teacher, still sitting motionlessly. \n\nAfter watching Lucilia speak, firmly, to each group, the vampire pulled up from her chair and stood long enough to put three mugs and a large bag into a woven basket. Lyn held out her arms to receive the gifts and smirked at being patted on the head. Shifting the basket to one side, she gestured to Lucilia that she was sorry by passing her hand from her mouth to the teacher. It was a common a gesture that she asked Satori, or one of her students, to explain the meaning of to those she interacted with most. Including the teachers who spread the meaning further, adding gifts for praise in using it. Lyn then turned to Mei to wave her hand while to Ssarak she mentally spoke to. \n\n'Hello...' \n\nHer eyes shifted a bit and recalled her earlier curiosity. 'What does 'fuck off' mean? Both dad and Alaira have used it a few times, but I never knew what it meant. Do you?'", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "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": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak could feel more than just the words that Lyn was trying to convey. Within her mind, he could also feel her emotions, which were mixed between sadness and fear. She wanted to be held, to be comforted. Honestly, he did not even need his magic to determine that, as he could recognize when a child needed support. Ssarak knelt down onto one knee to bring himself down at least somewhat close to Lyn's level, then gave her the hug she wanted. \"Do not worry, Lyn, we will talk to her. We will help her. I am sure that, out of anyone in the world, she would love to talk to you the most. I just have to speak with Lucilia first.\" He said reassuringly, this time aloud. To the others, who did not possess the context of the conversation, this action would likely seem entirely random. Although, the knowledge that he was a psychomancer would likely provide a strong hint as to what transpired. \n\nAs Ssarak stood back up, he looked to Alaira. All of the frustration that had built up as a result of the encounter with Grey seemed to have dissipated through his conversation with Lyn. \"Perhaps you should take her to Mar or Althalus; let her be with her family.\" He recommended. As soon as Alaria and Lyn left, they would be able to commence with the debriefing.", "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": "Mar\n\nMar had been staring at the far wall. It was what she did when Uicle left and Tyrael arrived, her thoughts a twisted mess now. Emotions dangling in and out in her reflections on both the present and past, unable to understand their influence on her control. Love, hate, pain and worse swelled in her breast like fighting beasts that tore her up subtly from the inside and it was a battle no one could fully see. Already she lost control twice when something she hadn't expected happened. Both times, she failed to adapt and instead her control shattered because she couldn't keep her emotions contained. Something that far easier in Mesa Gaan since she knew the signs to brace against. Here, she noted, was much different. They ignored the small clues in her tension or sense of wariness, not knowing each movement, no matter how little, had a reason. \n\nShe could vaguely sense Tyrael situating himself, the fallen orc hauling a small chair to sit upon while she felt his eyes upon her figure. He was close enough she could easily see and face him, but her mind felt drained even thinking about the effort. \n\n\"Marya you need to learn how to express your emotions so you do not hurt yourself and others.\" Tyrael began. \n\nMar had considered ignoring him until he went away. That option was stolen after she heard her full name, her eyes shifted to face him and absorb his words. However, she couldn't find herself able to bring her head to rise upright. \n\n\"Mesa Gaan is no more. But it was gone to you when you came with me to the college. Gone for you. I tried to make you feel at home here, at the college, but I have spoiled you. I chose to protect and justify your actions. But I can do that no longer. The college is your home now. You must adapt to living here. You will to learn how to communicate with others using words. They cannot understand your actions. So you must explain to them, express with emotions. It is new to you I know. But here at the college you will learn.\" Tyrael continued, his eyes filled with regret and worry. \n\nLittle did he know how true that was, she thought bitterly and feeling envious of him and Althalus. For them, using words was as easy as breath which only made her coil tighter in anger. Her body stiffened when she heard the chair creak from the orc's movements and his arm reached for a nearby cushion, snatching it easily from the end. Althalus, after all, had insisted on a bed specially made that would be suitable for both. It was a mixture of cushions, hay, feathers, and a mattress underneath it all to provide comfort against the ground. Another she had to adapt to was lack of warm bodies clustered about her whenever she slumbered, Naga sleeping in nest balls rather than alone and was one of the few social things acceptable among their culture. \n\nHer eyebrow raised then tilted, slightly, in question when he passed her the cushion. Why was he passing her the cushion? What did he expect her to do with it?\n\nIt would become clear she didn't understand what she was suppose to do with it. While Althalus had explained some of human culture and habits, there was still much she couldn't wrap her head about and so never tried. The crushing a pillow was one. Still unsure the purpose, she merely took the pillow and set it to the side, unsure what Tyrael intended for her to do with it. He settled back into his chair while his eyes looked expectedly at her with his next words.\"Tell me what happened during your mission. Everything.\" \n\nMar sighed, her head twisted back to the wall. Her words cracked through the air though they were firm and steady, emotionless tone struggling against the war within her. \n\n\"You know Naga never verbally show their emotions. Living with our kin for a long time, you of all bipeds should know this best of all and not telling me what I already know. You had trouble adapting as well to our culture, a fact if I recall nearly ended up in making many Naga turning malice because of the language barrier. I don't know what's wrong with me. The Naga methods I was taught are no longer working like they should and it just feels like I'm ripping myself apart inside. It's been that way since I arrived. Back in Mesa Gaan, it fades and never comes back, but not here.\" Her eyes closed to hide her shame at the fact she couldn't solve or discover another way to succeed.\n\n\"The hunting has helped some though I'm beginning to doubt it's enough anymore. It wasn't just the missions, Tyrael, that's the problem. It's been the whole experience I'm trying to adapt to and I'm failing… I just don't know what I'm doing wrong or how to fix it. Naga that act verbally or aggressively for no reason, often end up being isolated, resulting in undeclared banishment to either die or survive. You've just never seen it happen before.\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Alaira Taenn\nAlaira smiled as Lyn nodded, gently tousling her hair as she brought her close again. \"That's it... It's alright...\" She said, softly. She gently pinched her ear, giggling softly as she squeezed her close. She... had noticed how upset she seemed... She sighed, holding her close as she continued. \"I'm... I'm sorry Lyn... I won't yell at anyone any more today, I promise...\" She said, squeezing her again...\n\nShe was a little startled when she heard words directed at her, the girl wheeling around to face the source... However, she no longer seemed worried when it was just... Leith, was it? She was worried she'd have to deal with more jackholes looking to complain to her... \"Not much... We were just heading to the gardens.\" She answered, casually.\n\nGrey Onyx\nGrey gasped lightly in surprise, before calming with a long sigh when he realized it was just Rathel... He leaned back, thinking he was a bit silly for being startled so much by someone with such a soft voice. He looked up to the window, idly watching a moth as it flew inside. \"Yes, actually... And I suppose we've had bigger concerns than one window.\" He said with a light smile... He has to turn his head quite far to the right to see the demon, on account of his missing eye. \"I haven't seen either of you around much... Everything alright?\" He asked, concern plain in his voice.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]

[ { "text": "Alaira Taenn\nAlaira frowned for just a moment when Lyn waved Leith over... It wasn't that she had anything against him necessarily, but she was just slow to trust in general. At least, to the level of 'people that may hang out with me.' She shook her head a little, her expression once again neutral as she shrugged. \"Alright. I guess I can use something to eat. I ain't had much aside from mead for the past three days...\" she said. Normally, when she felt hungry she went out and caught something (Or ate some more of whatever she killed last time) but she was just not in the mood for any of that right now, and she had no meat saved. There wasn't any sort of fancy reason for hunting for her own food, she just didn't like paying for food back when she traveled and the habit sorta stuck. \n\nThat, and she didn't like visiting those kitchens. Way back when she first came here, she'd had to wash dishes for a month or two to pay for her... Enrollment, she supposed. Not a particularly harrowing experience, but it just left a bad taste, y'know? She gestured for the albino to follow them as she walked, shifting Lyn in her arms just a bit.\n\nGrey Onyx\nGrey nodded as Rathel spoke... It made sense. It was what he would have had done, after all. Of course, as for Khan he couldn't say he really knew him. He felt sorry for him, but he didn't have much in the way of input on his situation, other than 'that's rough' or something similar. He nodded, pointing towards the Demon's handiwork for a moment. \"Nice, but I'm not sure it goes with our 'big stone fort' aesthetic very well.\" He said, smiling again for a short moment as he leaned back, looking up to the ceiling. \n\nHe frowned again, shutting his eye as he took a deep breath. \"So... I've had some things on my mind... If I tell you, I trust you'll keep it to yourself?\" He said. He didn't wait for an answer, sure that Rathel would agree. He looked toward the demon, unable to look him in the eyes... So he just picked a place on his head. \"Strange things are afoot, Rathel. Very strange things. Something is happening, and I'm just not sure What's going on.\" He adjusted his position, clasping his hands together. \"You know I fought Heus, right? Well, fought is not exactly- Anyway. I fought him. And I'm alive. Now, that's not so bad right? Thing is, he tried to crush me. Multiple times. And I didn't get out of the way. I took it. He tried to crush me, but I held him off.\" He said, staring down to his hands. \"No normal human should be able to do that... I'm no vitamancer, Rathel, I can't do that. So I thought about it. I am far more durable than I should be. I heal faster, wounds barely seem to phase me, I've never had any sort of issue with pain.\"\n\nHe sighed, looking off to the side. \"During my last assignment I was capable of feats of strength I just shouldn't have been able to accomplish. I punched a solid oak door off its hinges and across the room, I was able to resist a necromancer controlling my armor, and...\" He shuddered, revulsion and fear plain in his emotions. \"There was this... thing. I... I killed it. I punched it in the head, over, and over, and over... And when I was done, there was just... Mush. I turned its head to paste with my bare hands... I just... I don't know what's going on, or what to do about it... I don't even know what I am anymore...\" He said, sighing heavily as he awaited a response.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nChuckling Meirin thought back to her days at the monastery. While her masters taught them to be honorable and righteous she remembered in her youth sneaking around the monastery to steal sweets and snacks. How she would take these things and drop them off with her friends, leaving the elders confused as to where they \"misplaced\" their treats. But these thoughts also brought back memories of lost friends, and thus she quickly shook those thoughts away. The purpose was that Meirin figured she could conceivably sneak the basket into Lyn's possession without Alaira noticing her. It's been awhile since she practiced her stealth, but like her martial arts Meirin was confident that she could pull it off.\n\nThose thoughts were put aside however when she felt Ssarak's embrace. It's not often that she gets wing-hugs. Like quilt blankets. And while Ssarak was still wearing his armor Meirin could feel his body heat through the armor. Which was a bit chillier, but pressing her body against his equalized the temperature.\n\n\"That sounds lovely. I've actually been learning new Wind Weaving techniques so i could fly independently, but… I need a lot of practice. Perhaps you could show me a thing or two about flight?\" Meirin chuckled knowing that her method of flight and Ssarak's were too different to work unless she grew wings. She held Ssarak close to her body as they walked closer to the exit. \"But first, I think we're due for a change in wardrobe and a bath. I've been wearing this outfit for far longer than I'd like.\"\n\nMyrn Vaan'Atisha\n\nAs soon as they arrived to the college Myrn had to leave Summer at the wagon to bring Baulder to the infirmary. The bandages didn't hold out during the trip and Myrn feared that he would bleed out before they could turn the lobsters over to Tyrael. That and she didn't want Summer to see a man die right next to her. Even though Myrn has barely been at the college for more than a few days she had no trouble finding the Infirmary. All she had to do was follow the muffled screaming. She walked passed a man getting his wrist healed, which looked very painful. Myrn did her best to ignore him and find an empty cot to lay out Baulder. She told one of the assistance what happened to him and they quickly got to work on him. Once Myrn dropped Baulder off at the Infirmary she had to get back to Summer. She needed to introduce Summer to Lucilia so she could apply herself as a student. Myrn figured she ought to do the same, as she rather liked the college. If nothing else it's the perfect home away from home.\n\nAfter storing the wagon into the stables Myrn went up to Summer. \"Alright Summer, first order of business is getting you a room. First we'll talk to a lady name Lucilia who'll give you a room. Then you will find out what your classes will be and such. I'd stay and help but I need to get those lobsters over to another teacher. Please follow me!\" Myrn then lead Summer to the teacher's office. It took her a little while since she got lost but eventually found the hall where she got attacked by those vine creatures. Walking past that room she then knocked on Lucilia's office.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak's smile was constant as he and Meirin began to walk down the hall, in the direction of their rooms. Technically, they were in a public place, but there was no one else in the hallway at the moment. He had no problem with either strangers or friends knowing about their relationship, and felt no need nor desire to hide it, but he was aware that it was not always acceptable among humans to show one's affections around others. Though, he was not familiar with the specifics of those rules. \n\n\"Once again, I believe you are very much correct. I may not sweat, but that does not mean I can avoid bathing. Nor would I wish to. I rather like the water. Strange, I know, considering that I come from a place where lava flows like rivers. It amazed me that places outside my homeland had such large bodies of water as lakes and rivers. I have quite a few stories about my experiences with the water after I left.\" He commented. \"Anyway, I will do all I can to help you, but...I am more accustomed to flying on the wind, not bending it to carry me. Still, there are principles of flight which I imagine are universal. Most likely. Well...I will be there to catch you.\" He added, mostly jokingly. It was a decent walk for them to reach their rooms, though it did not take too long before they neared them.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nMeirin went straight towards the garden, but not before gussying herself up. While putting on make up wasn't unusual for Meirin, today was a special occasion, so she not only applied a bit more then usual, but even kept a bit with her to fix any messes. And dashing to the garden cause her to sweat enough to cause some of her make up to start running, so using a pool of water as her mirror Meirin reapplied what she needed before she spotted Ssarak in the gardens. \n\nThe gardens were peaceful and quiet unlike most of the college. Everyone must have gone towards the dining hall. Finding Ssarak would be no problem here, but Meirin wanted to walk a bit. As she enjoyed the scenery she pondered just how her relationship with Ssarak has gone so far. They've only been together for about a week, officially. Thinking back on it she's actually been with Ssarak for much longer, and it's only been recently that they've told their feelings for one another. She wondered if she was taking things too quickly, but considering how close they were even before Meirin confessed to him, perhaps this was her chance to take things up a notch? Her face blushed at the idea however, thinking that she was being hasty. While she certainly had fantasies about Ssarak and their possible life together, she needed to be careful not to get too crazy. Temperance and consideration was needed, as well as communication. Meirin wouldn't mind living the rest of her life with Ssarak, but only after she accepts that he is the one she wants to be with forever. Meirin loves Ssarak, but a decision like that... There were too many things to account for.\n\nAs she wandered around Meirin came across Cupid Roses. She remembered seeing them in alchemy class, though they lacked any notable properties. But symbolically, they were a classical representation of one's love and devotion. Specifically a prayer for young love, to flourish against adversity and strife. It was appropriate for the situation: Meirin wasn't quite ready for a long-term commitment, but she was more than happy to facilitate her budding romance with Ssarak. Carefully Meirin picked a few Cupid Roses from a bushel and wrapped them with her handkerchief. \"Now to find Ssarak.\"\n\nIt wasn't hard finding the eysire in the gardens. His dark scales clashed vibrantly against the green foliage. And while he likely already picked up her thoughts as she approached Meirin still called out for him. \n\n\"Hello Ssarak.\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nAs soon as he heard Meirin's voice, Ssarak lifted up his head, and his smile widened. He was seated in the grass in a part of the garden which he felt looked particularly nice. The platter of food he had brought was covered to hold in the heat, but fortunately, he had not had to wait too long for her to arrive. \n\n\"Hello, Meirin.\" Ssarak responded. For a brief moment, he simply looked at her, smiling. To him, she looked quite nice, though it was not due to the makeup, as his mind was not designed to notice the fine details of a human's face. Rather, it was because of the way she moved as she approached, because of her smile, and her tone. It was because of the effort she had placed into her appearance and clothing, and though they had each only spoken a few words, he could see that she seemed excited for this meeting. \n\nThe silence between them was just long enough to be noticed before Ssarak continued. \"You look quite beautiful, I must say. Please, sit down.\" He added, motioning to a spot beside him. He hoped she did not mind sitting in the grass. He might have been able to find a table or bench, but the vibrance and color of the flowers in the spot he selected had a certain beauty which he, and hopefully Meirin, admired. Quite simply, it was romantic. \n\nAs Meirin approached, Ssarak uncovered the platter and started to separate out their respective meals. \"I know you are missing the feast to be here, so...I thought it would be nice to have a feast of our own. Would you like a glass of wine?\" He asked as he uncorked the bottle to pour a glass for himself.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "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" } ]