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[ { "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": "Althalus\n\nAlthalus gave as good and formal of a goodbye as he could with the giant half-elf dragging him backwards through the crowd, fervently hoping Alaira hadn't just gotten him involved in a fight with no less than three master mages. Fortunately for the both of them Lan simply gave a sad little smile, and waved goodbye. As he was finally released, Althalus made dramatic and completely unnecessary show of dusting himself off. \"I realize that you're much stronger than I am, but do you have to do that? I would have followed perfectly well on my own.\" He couldn't help but give a smile up at Alaira as she offered, well he was generous in saying offered, to go with him to make sure nothing bad happened. \n\n\"Thank you, but I can't let you come along for two reasons: It's going to be incredibly private, and as much as I would love to tell you all about my bloody past, I won't and Mar won't like it either. The point is to get her to open up at this point, not close down. The second reason is that you need to report to Uicle and we definitely don't want him sending Golems to kick down the Den door and find us. I'll be fine. My dodging skills, as you've well noted, are very good. While I doubt Mar will get like that again, I'll be ready for it. Have fun! I'm sure there's someone here you could challenge to a duel and then subsequently beat them into something that only vaguely resembles it's original shape.\" \n\nAlthalus gave an extravagant bow, a wink, and then immediately turned and left, heading towards the Den.\n\nGrey\n\nThe voice snorted, a mixture of amusement and disdain filling it's tone. How long have I been gone from the world, that even mortals don't know how their God forged weapons work? Take me to this Tyrael, if you require a demonstration.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "Baulder and the talking pauldrons (Uicle)\n\nCaught off guard by the mgaical talking staff Baulder laughed. Thinking about it he could feel his stomach finally getting some semblance of being full. It would not be an issue to get past this. Finishing the breast in between his fits of laughter only took a moment. His mouth still slightly full with food he managed to choke back enough of it to respond. \"The villagers called me a maw. Never figured out what it meant.\" Swallowing the last of the bird and then supressing a burp he continued. \"I talked to the orcs? Like the garbage told me too, then it told me to talk to you. The Torrin.... how do you talk?\" Baulder said with morbid curiosity.\n\n\"Magic.\" Uicle said shortly, eyeing Baulder with slight distaste (not that it was noticeable. Being a suit of armor had it's perks.) as he choked down the entire chicken breast while laughing. This...this is who we sent to talk to the Orcs. Fitting, perhaps. The Necromancy teacher thought, as Baulder continued. For a moment, Uicle just stared at Baulder. If he had had eyes, they would have been glancing around pointedly at the College around them, as if to remind the studen where he was. As it was, Uicle raised both hands and shook them slightly, sarcastically saying\n\n \"Maaaagic. We're in the Mages College, for Billant's sake, and I'm a talking suit of armor. How else would I talk? Now, what'd you talk to the Orcs about and did they say anything about how they're getting ready to kill the other Hold?\"\n\nBaulder looked at the suit of armor but since there were no eyes to look at he kept shifting his eyes between the staff and the suit's \"head\". \"Who's Billant? Oh.... the Torrin orcs I took them down to the Underhaven, they seemed to like it. But they seem to be doing fine, they asked for funding for some projects, tech... something boom? The demons sound like they arn't a problem for them, though they kept pulling their hats over their faces and smiling. I thought that was... odd. They sound like they are selling their \"non-magical\" defenses to anyone who's buying. Something about the college not being able to help everyone and about how you'd think this place would be better defended blah blah. Did you know that the Oelik orcs make good fertilzer?\" Baulder said with wide eyed wonder as he kept shifting his eyes between the two places.\n\nUicle sighed, rubbing a hand across his metal face. Doesn't know who Billant is... \"Great. They're inventing more and more lethal things. And they're trying to get more allies because they've realized what everyone else has already realized. This is...this is wonderful. I'll have to send someone to actually get details out of them. Tyrael? No. We don't want them beaten. Lucilia...no. I'll ask around the Underhaven denizens. Now, if you'll excuse me I have to yell at Khan and Ovak.\" The Necromancy teacher began to move around Baulder, heading towards the Esyire and the old man.\n\n\"WAIT! The other orcs, they had something else. It seemed..... more important, they have engaged in civil war. The demons are the reason or something. Malakaus she wants you to sell her weapons and mages. Close to winning despite something.... coming out of the ravine, whatever that is. They are talking with Tidhome? Something about taking their refugees but it's orc lands or something, I suggested they take them and put them to work seemed fair. Eania wants a trade deal and Dark-jnel? Djarkel, they catch their spies but they seem to be none too worrisome. The Torrin guys are selling weapons to the other side and something about investigating the demons, each side blames each other.\" Baulder racked the ever changing landscape that was his brain searching for more information about these orcs. The information seemed to become one blur to him everything being the same as the other said. No distinction between the experiences, no up or down so to speak in time. Baulder's head began to pound with a headache which made his eye twitch.\n\nUicle drew to a sudden stop as Baulder yelled after him. Slowly, he turned around. \"So. Let me get this straight. You talked suggested that the Orcs make slaves out of the Tidehome refuges. Malakaus wants us to sell her weapons and students, and she thinks she's winning. It's generally a terrible mess with the Orcs blaming each other and getting ready to kill each other while demons invade and Djarkel sends spies in. Anything else that's important?\"\n\nBaulder thought for a moment first about getting more bird then about important things. \"Oh, some soldier got eaten in Underhaven which was funny. Oh I think the orcs are drunk by now, they should still be there too. The rich coat wearing ones anyways, might be able to get more out of the drunk lads. Is there anything else for me to do or do I keep eating. The garbage told me to get this far but it didn't tell me what it wanted after. Talk to more people perhaps? Is that what it want's?\" Baulder began to become lost in all the possibilities of what the magical garbage can could have told him to do.\n\nUicle paused a moment, sending a golem bird to tell Lucilia to get her bar under control before he had to send Golems in, then focused on Baulder. The necromancy teacher didn't want to have to deal with more 'reports' from the student, but he couldn't just let him run off and chat with anyone he pleased. Uicle had all to easily pictured images of a war being started because of one wrong question. \"Just...just keep eating while I go chat with the headmaster and the Archmage about what you've told me.\"\n\nSuddenly Baulder's seering headache returned which caused his eye to twitch again. \"Let u-me know of what happens. I quite liked the orcs in Underhaven, they knew how to have a good laugh.\" Baulder followed that up with small chuckle, but this time it was at the suddenness and intensity of the pain. He scratched his face and the headache once again receded. \"Oh, do I look at the helmet or the staff by the way. It's been.... bothering me.\" \n\n\"I'll let you know.\" Uicle turned to leave, but stopped again as Baulder spoke. His smirk could be practically felt as he looked back at the student. \"Oh, either or will work.\" WIth that, the Necromancy teacher left.\n\nBaulder not feeling like his question was actually answered quickly stowed the thoughts from his mind and made his way back over to the freshly replenished food. He grabbed a large slice of something and began devouring it. He acquired a plate and began putting any food that he had never seen before onto the plate, while being irrespective of contaminating the food with others. He was going for whatever the college could now offer him.", "username": "cqbexpt", "char_name": "\"Scarred hand\", \"Midnight\", Baulder" } ]

[ { "text": "Lynn\n\nLyn leaned upon her Uncle's shoulders, her eyes closed and enjoying his surprise. She could hear it in his voice as he complimented her on rune and nodded her head, forgetting she could verbally state it. Giggling a bit, she overlooked Tyrael's distrust while they travelled through the stalls. Her legs rested upon his shoulders and arms hung around his neck, feeling his movements rock her gently. \n\nWhen Tyrael came to a halt, her eyes noted the merchant looking apprehensively at them and seem afraid. Lyn's head tilted in confusion as she squinted in confusion, trying to figure out the reason he might be scared. Sure, her Uncle looked scary but he wasn't. On being offered a chance to play, she nodded her head. Then recalling her promise to Leith, she tried to voice it. \"Y-y…\" \n\nHer words fell short as she tried to voice it, falling back on her rune in the end. \"Yes, please.\" \n\nShe slowly was let down then explained the rules, the goal being simple: get a ball into a cup by bouncing it. The objective seemed simple enough though she wasn't sure how to accomplish it. Her hands held three rubber balls and paused to watch her Uncle's approach. She giggled quietly to see him struggle with the game. The first ball knocking over a cup while the next bounced out, her attention turning to her own still within her hands. She stood as close as she dared before trying to softly toss a ball into the cup. It knocked it over, the ball rolling out and hitting the surrounding ones. The second and final one fared no better, both knocking her cups down. She pouted a bit through gratefully took the milk caramel, then looked at Tyrael to see if she could eat it now. \n\n\"Can I eat this Tyrael?\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "Lucilia Riovas\n\n\"At the moment… No. Ovak seems fine, but I do want my bag at hand. Hmm…\" Better safe than sorry. Lucilia reached into her bag and looked for an unmarked pouch. Once found she took an empty cup and called for a servant. \"Hot water please.\" The servant left with the cup while Lucilia took out pouches and mixed them together, her actions hidden behind the table. By the time the servant had arrived Lucilia quietly took the cup and tipped the servant a gold coin. She mixed the assortment of herbal powders together before letting it sit. Then she looked towards Grey.\n\n\"Grey, would you take this to Ovak? Tell him that it is from me, and he should understand. If he tries to act coy tell him that I made him his tea.\" The same tea that Lucilia had been brewing all these years to extend Ovak's life, or at least stave off death from his age and illness. It was no elixir of immortality, but on the off chance that it would help Lucilia was going to try it. After handing the cup to Grey, Lucilia noticed Uicle, Khan, and Tyrael leaving. She just sighed. \"Of course…\"\n\nWhile Lucilia had no doubts that Khan and Uicle had something important to talk about, their disappearance was making some of the members of the feast look concern. After all, what was so important that two teachers and the headmaster would need to leave? She was going to need to do something to keep everyone's mind off the missing teachers, as the demonstrations were coming to an end. With Dervis finishing up his act, Lucilia stood up and took to the stage.\n\nAs she waited for the applause from the previous demonstrations to die down, Lucilia had Satori amplify her voice so that everyone in the hall could hear her clearly. \"Thank you all for the wonderful presentations! An excellent show of abilities for these demonstrations. Skills obtained through years of dedication, education, and practice. And a long time ago, there was no place like this.\" Lucilia than went through a rather lengthy speech about the college's history and origins: Founded by Ovak himself as a place of knowledge and research for magic, not for the purpose of war, but the betterment of the world. She spoke about the past accomplishments of the college as a refuge for those in need of shelter, and how it has always been willing to serve as the battlefront of many conflicts, and not all of them wars that could be fought with weapons. The college has been the research center to counteract many tragedies of the past, such as diseases, famine, and poor welfare. It was a place where all walks of life can come and help the world, to unite against a force that threatens everyone indiscriminately. \n\nOf course Lucilia didn't specify anyone or anything in particular. She didn't want people to think she was trying to set up an agenda, though she was. While she was more than certain that the college could handle the threat of Kudd on their own, she was still willing to try and see if other nations or organizations within those nations would be willing to provide their support to combat Kudd. And to that end she needs to remind them that helping the college isn't going to be a challenge of their ability. She knew that everyone, from the lords of Eania to the elders of Ghannos, the chiefs of the Scorched Lands and the warlords of Oelik Hold, weren't asking or offering their direct support to the college against the demonic menace in order to maintain the facade of competence to their enemies and peers. It doesn't help that some nations hold a form of great debt to the college that not even Lucilia is entirely privy of, and would not add onto that debt by asking for more help from the college. But pride aside, even if the college could somehow come out on top against Kudd, there will be heavy casualties from those who thought to fight for themselves alone. \n\n\"It is not the witnesses who matter; not the one who points out how the greater falter, or where those who tried could have done better. The honor goes to the ones who is actually in the arena, whose face is smeared with blood, sweat, and dirt, who persist constantly. Those who fall, who come up short again and again, because there is no effort without mistakes and failures. The same ones who actually strive to take action, who knows courageousness and great determination, who dedicate themselves to a worthy cause, who at best in the end achieve success, and who at the worst, if they fails, at least fails while daring greatly. Andtheir place shall never be with those cold and timid souls lost in the passage of time, who neither know victory nor defeat.\"\n\nTyrael Marchosias\n\nTyrael nodded his head and offered his own piece of candy to Lyn. \"Go ahead.\" He said. Then he turned his head back towards the owner of the stall and gave him another silver coin. \"I want one more try. Also… Are we allowed to use magic?\" The owner seemed to seriously consider it. On one hand it'll be too easy to simply cheat using magic. But on the other hand, the owner knew that Tyrael wanted to win not for himself, but for Lyn, and may take offense if he doesn't allow Tyrael to use his magic. Tyrael himself actually wouldn't care, but he purposely cultivated this air of implied brutality to gain an edge. Eventually the stall owner relented and agreed, setting the cups back up. \"Excellent.\"\n\nTyrael tossed a rubber ball towards the table, but before it landed it went into a portal. Another portal than revealed itself above the cup, and the ball flew out of that portal. Dismissing the portal the ball landed in the cup with a few bounces, but ultimately stayed inside without knocking the cup over. Tyrael did similar tricks with his next two shots, using his portals to bounce the ball at various angles, speeds, and directions before ultimately landing in the cup. Was it cheating? Probably. But Tyrael wanted to make a good show of it and win some prizes. For his win Tyrael was given a bag of caramel candies which he gave to Lyn. The owner thanked him and Lyn for playing, and Tyrael picked up Lyn to find a new attraction.\n\n\"Where should we go to next, little Lyn?\" As Tyrael said that he passed the table were Meirin and Ssarak were carving pumpkins and may or may not have glanced at Annabeth carrying away a naked Aramir.", "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": "Meirin Kurenai\n\n\"Well... I can't say I know how the monastery kept their supplies. We ate a lot of vegetables, so I know we had a garden. But there were lean periods, but I was taught they were for mental discipline... In hindsight we may have had a food shortage at some points.\" Meirin started to wonder more about her home. Now that the topic was shifted to it she realized that despite living there for most of her life, she didn't really know a lot about how it worked behind the scenes. She was only aware of the things that directly involved her, such as lessons and work. \"Well, I wouldn't worry too much about food. We do keep some meat for special occasions, and I'm certain that they'll be more than glad to cook some for you when we go visit. You'll be a guest after all, and we are nothing if not courteous to guest.\" Meirin said with a false air of nobility near the end. She was being honest though: they will be willing to cook something with meat for Ssarak if only because he was a guest, and not just because Meirin asked them too.\n\nAs she was considering looking for another stand to attend Meirin spotted Lyn in the corner of her eye. Ever since they returned from the caravan mission Meirin actually hasn't gotten a lot of time to see the little girl. If Meirin wasn't in class, Lyn was being taken care of by her parents or Alaira. Meirin had mixed feelings about the half-elf, so she left her alone during those private moments. But Meirin didn't see Alaira anywhere, so she stood up with her pumpkin. \"I think I saw Lyn. We should say hi!\"\n\nMeirin tracked down Lyn, which was when she realized that Lyn was also with Tyrael. Meirin had an even more mixed amount of feeling with Tyrael than she did with Alaira. At least with Alaira Meirin thinks she could find it within herself to forgive and befriend her. But with Tyrael... At best, he was a teacher and Meirin was a student, so she respected his authority. But otherwise she wants nothing to do with the demon. Even when she brought his weapons, she did her best to be professional and leave as soon as possible. Being a demon was bad enough; but Meirin knew that Tyrael willingly gave up his mortality to become one. What would drive him to do something like that? To stripe away his very humanity to become a monster? In a way people like Tyrael were worse than demons: at least demons were born bad. Tyrael chose to be.\n\nStill Meirin wasn't going to be scared off by him. She wanted to spend time with Lyn too, and if she had to tolerate his presence than she'll just have to deal with it. Though Meirin was wondering how to approach them when she saw the two heading towards a puppet show. Not really something that interested Meirin so she knew trying to lie about that would be pointless. It would be best if she was honest and just said she wanted to spend time with her. Getting her away from Tyrael was going to be the real challenge. \"I won't lose!\"\n\nAs it looked like a new puppet show was about to start Meirin approached Lyn and Tyrael quietly. Because she was sitting high on Tyrael's shoulders Meirin had to stand on her toes to reach up, putting her finger right next to Lyn's cheek. \"Lyn!\" When Lyn turns her head around, her cheek would run right into Meirin's finger. \"Boop!\" Settling down Meirin looked at Lyn and Tyrael, bowing her head politely. \"Good afternoon, Professor Tyrael, Lyn. How are you two doing?\" Meirin also noticed Lyn holding onto some sort of rune. She guessed it was a prize from the festival along with the bag of candy, which looked quite silly on Tyrael's head. Despite his usually intimating presence, he looked somewhat less fearsome in his tight fitting armor, with a little girl on his shoulders and a bag of sweets for a hat.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nWhile Ssarak would have accepted a plant-only diet for the duration of their visit to the monastery, he would have been lying if he had said he was not relieved that he would likely get at least some meat. By Meirin's description, it did seem like they were respectful and accommodating towards the customs of outsiders. Hopefully that assessment was correct, because Meirin's family were the last group of people in all of Tiien that Ssarak would want to upset. \n\nShortly afterwards, Meirin spotted Lyn among the crowd, evidently enjoying the festivities. She suggested going to talk to her, and naturally, Ssarak agreed to follow. He grabbed his disaster of a pumpkin, then stood up to follow. It did not late long following her to see that Lyn was not with her parents, or Alaira, but instead Professor Tyrael. Ssarak was aware that Tyrael had some sort of friendly relationship with Mar, as he had seen them together before. In fact, one of the first times Ssarak saw Mar, she was returning from a hunt with Tyrael. However, he knew nothing beyond that fact. And, indeed, he knew nothing else about Tyrael that was not common knowledge around the college. Being Fallen, he was essentially a demon himself, and fittingly, the demonmancy professor. If his first demonstration was any indication, he was a violent individual, so it was quite perplexing to see him being so gentle, and seemingly compassionate, with Lyn. Trust was something that Ssarak was not keen to have for a demon, but Mar obviously did. And, if Mar judged Tyrael to be a suitable caretaker for her child, then it was not his place to argue until he had a specific reason to do otherwise. \n\nAfter Meirin's friendly greeting, Ssarak smiled and gave a slight wave to the little girl. Even not being Esyire, it did not take much effort to see that she was happy just by the look in her eyes. Evidently, Tyrael was doing something correctly. \"Greetings Lyn. Professor.\" He said with a polite nod.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Tyrael Marcroias\n\nTyrael brought Lyn over to the puppet show, where they were just ending the story of a knight versus a warrior in green. Tyrael may have heard the tale before, with some Aesop involving honesty or some such. He and Lyn arrived just in time to see the knight engage in a game of decapitation against the green warrior: he was to allow the green warrior to lop off his head, just as knight lopped off the green warriors' head so long ago. However the knight flinched as the axe swung, causing the blade to miss. The green warrior mocked the knight for cowardliness and for his second swing the knight closed his eyes, and the warrior missed again. He mocked the knight for being unable to face his death, and so the knight vowed to watch his own head roll, staying perfectly still. The warrior swung his axe once more, but only nicked the knight instead of cutting off his head. Then the green warrior congratulated the knight for his bravery, revealed his trickery, and the story ended. Tyrael honestly lost interest around the second attempt at decapitation. \n\nAfter the end of the that story the puppeteers were about to begin the second story, first passing around a donation box. The money was going to go to the Hysterical Arts of Craft and Ventriloquism. Those who attended the caravan mission to Hysteria may briefly remember the same organization who preformed a street show, using larger puppets and with more dramatic flair (and fire). Tyrael was in the middle of digging out some gold coins from a portal when he was approached by Meirin and Ssarak. He turned towards the two as he took out a gaudy dagger made of gold and a purple silk handle. He tossed the dagger nonchalantly into the donation box.\n\nAs with all students, Tyrael had very little relation towards the students. He knew Meirin only has a warrior from Djarkel who has recently purchased some of his weapons and has a particular disdain towards demonkind. Despite that, Tyrael \"likes\" her (As in doesn't have any plans to harm her) as her passionate hatred for demons will be useful for the coming war, and he was no stranger to people distrusting him for his demon blood. It's fairly normal at this point. Ssarak was seen in a lesser light by Tyrael, as he sees the Eysire as the other reason Athalus and Mar ended up intoxicated enough to elope. Admittedly Tyrael was harder on Athalus for being the one who actually did the deed, but that didn't mean Ssarak was seen much better. His only saving grace was that by this point Tyrael has nearly forgotten who Ssarak was, aside from the fact he was a student of Satori, and with it the fallen orc has largely forgotten why he had a reason to hate Ssarak. Though he still doesn't like him.\n\n\"Kurenai. Dyreackthanose. Good afternoon to you as well. I have finally found time to enjoy myself today. I hope that the feast has been peaceful for you?\" Tyrael sincerely hoped so, because for once he was not in a mood to kill something right now. He wanted to show Lyn a good time around the college and not have to worry about protecting her, killing someone, or reigning in demons. As he spoke the bag of candy being balanced on his head nearly fell, but Tyrael caught it in his hand before it could spill on the ground. Pretending that he had intended to do that, Tyrael offered some caramel candies for Meirin and Ssarak. \"We should find ourselves a seat. The show is about to begin.\"", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title)" } ]

[ { "text": "\"A prominent college in which those with mageblood are expertly trained in the art of magic.\"\n\nHad Ruvaen lied to her as a joke? If so, it wasn't very funny considering she had traveled a long way. Well, not too long, but it was wasted time, nonetheless, that she could have spent on making money. After all, there was no way a renowned college such as Ruvaen spoke of would be reduced to a backyard carnival – one with questionable and obviously treacherous rides. More specifically, a carnival with a wooden, slowly spinning trap of death. Cosima had never laid eyes on a torture device more foul than the carousel; an apparatus created to torment children with dizziness and delusional notions of misplaced fun. This dead-like festival was not Cosima's definition of fun, more so her nightmares and terrified thoughts. Nothing scared Cosima more than loose children flying about and dubious contrivances with working, toothless men and pure sugary demise. Yet, Cosima waited in line, her foot tapping impatiently as she waited for it to move forward in hopes of being able to ride this death machine herself. It would give her something to tell her mother after she explained the disappointment the college was.\n\nSomewhere near her, Cosima could hear the uncertain and shaky voice of someone either behind her or in front of her and an accompanying insistent one. The brunette would be lying if the voices didn't irk her – everything irked her at this point; the smells, the sounds, the permeating sweat and body heat that clung to her like sickness clings to lying near-corpses. It was unbearable – but the idea of seeing some mage to talk about her future at the college was even more unbearable. Instead, Cosima wanted to pretend that everything was a deception so she could return to her mother in New Sanguine, where she belonged.\n\n\"How long must I wait here till I can leave without a guilty conscience?\" Cosima wondered aloud as she was wont to do.", "username": "Apokalipse", "char_name": "Cosima Crestbloom" }, { "text": "Tyrael Marchosias\n\nTyrael didn't comment on Meirin's concern. In hindsight the carousel was a new thing that even he wasn't didn't know much about. The fact that no incidents have been reported (As far as he knew) about the ride made him think it was safe to use. But all the more reason he'd like Lyn to experience it, for good or ill. Of course if it was a bad experience there'd be hell to pay. When Tyrael approached he could see the workers look at him with fear. Whether it's because he was a demon or because they knew he was a professor, Tyrael didn't care much for it. Her let Lyn down to wait in line before approaching one of the workers.\n\n\"When will the next ride begin?\"\n\n\"H-hello good sir! Next ride is actually beginning right now, we just need to reset the ride...\"\n\nTyrael nodded his head and was about to join Lyn when the worker spoke out. \"Ah, I must apologize, sir, but... There's a weight limit for the carousel... No one over 200 pounds.\" Under normal circumstance Tyrael would feel insulted at the perceived insult, however seeing Lyn look so excited at the carousel, he opted to ignore it. \"So be it, mortal. But I want the child to ride on the best seat available.\" The worker bowed his head and got the others to go back to work. Soon a man dressed in fine clothes stepped up onto a podium and began shouting for people to come ride the carousel, and that there were some mounts available. There was twelve in total, and the ride itself was free, though a modest donation for Hysteria's \"Creative Dynamics\" group was most appreciated. \n\nHowever as the riders got onto their mounts, there was another issue. The horses used to move the carousel around were exhausted and needed some time to rest. An hour at least, but regardless the customers would have to leave. When Tyrael noticed how long things were taking he went back to see what the issue was. \"What is taking so long?\" He asked bluntly. The head engineer, the only worker there who seemed to have no fear of Tyrael, answered back. \"Horses are tired sir. We've been pushing em hard for the past few hours, and they're near dead if we make them do this one more time. We'd ask the college if we could borrow their horses, but the thing is that ours are trained to power the carousel. Any other animal gets jumpy in cramp spaces.\" Sighing, Tyrael had a simple solution to this problem: Demons.\n\n\"How many do you need?\" \n\n\"Four at the minimum, though six makes things easier for everyone I'd reckon.\"\n\nLooking over at the horses being led out of the carousel, Tyrael knew a few bestial demons who he could easily command that would fit. \"Then stand back.\" Tyrael's hands began to glow with a dark green energy as he focused on the demons he needed to summon, remembering who they are and what plane they exist in. When he found the six needed Tyrael tore open a hole between the Inferno and the Physical Realm, and used his demonic powers to call the creatures forward. From the hellish portal came large hellhounds, with two-heads and glowing red. They were shorter than the horses but a bit wider, and more or less the right size to power the carousel. Vicious beasts normally, but under Tyrael's control they were docile as dogs (Which they kinda were). He spoke in a profane language of demons and commanded them to enter the carousel, serving as it's new source of power. They did so dutifully, even allowing the frighten workers to put them into harnesses. And just like that, the carousel was back on schedule.\n\nVultures\n\nApproaching Ovak, Leith, and Grey was a lone woman who smelled of blood and roses. She smelled almost like Lucilia, which for at least one of the three gathered there, it could only mean one thing: This woman was a vampire. Unlike any vampire seen thus far, she had crimson leathery wings sprouting from her lower back; whether these are natural parts of her body or something she has only for the occasion was to be determined. She approached the trio, curtsying deeply before introducing herself. \"Greetings, I am Shaltear Yzarc. I am the Baroness of Tide Tower. May I speak to you, Archmage? I'd like to ask you about some of your students.\" Shaltear spoke politely, yet her eyes were filled with quiet hostility, like a woman bent on revenge.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title)" }, { "text": "Keri Wolf\n\nKeri watched as the castle gates appeared into her view. Her eyes widen in amazement . A menacing smile played across her lips exposing her whitened fangs. A feast within her grasp. A offering of meat. Keri violently shook her head, heartbeats pounded in her ears continuously. In the past days, insanity played as her only friend. Her starvation started to kick in as if she was kick in the gut by a horse.\n\n\"I'm in control.\" She whispered in a faint voice.\n\nKeri noted many guards which roamed the grounds. Two seemed to be posted by the gate. She felt some of the previously passed guards gain a tighter hold of their weapons. This just added to her already maxed out stress. Her palms became sweaty as what seemed to be a fair ground formed behind the already ajared gates. Keri noticed her breathing become labored as she watched groups form within the area.\n\nKeri took a deep breath then continued on her search. Her mouth watered. She ended up stopping random people asking if the knew someone named Satori. The answer was the same every time making her frustration rise and her impossible goal seem farther away.\n\nThe need to find her friend became more urgent as minutes went by.\n\nWhen Keri was just about to the carousel, she felt a gentle breeze brushed by her. On instinct she let out a warning hiss while her hair settled back into place. She noticed the ground closer than before and brought herself up again. Her eyes darted around in uncontainable excitement once she realised one else seem to have felt it.\n\nKeri knew there was no breeze when she walked inside the gates. She continued with extreme caution while searching for the person who just passed her by but in udder disappointment no solid object stood out.\n\nUpon arriving at her designation, and turning her head to the nearest group, Keri noticed a demon standing by a child, a human, Eysire, as well as an odd looking elf. She stood there lost in the slime possible that she would be able to approach the others as well as maybe the demon itself. Gathering her courage she decided to approach them for more information just to notice the demon leaving the group. Keri slightly turned away for a retreat, but decided against it forcing herself to interact with the odd group.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" } ]

[ { "text": "Enzius looked over and nearly fell off the fence. He was looking at could very well be a demon himself. After quickly recovering from his shock, he replied to the....creature. \"So, oppress them into obeying.\" Enzius wasn't sure how he felt about that. He couldn't help but recall an old Snow Elf legend, The tale of King Oroyzo. Long Ago, the Frozen Plains was a land of Cherry Blossoms, Lush green mountains and warm beaches. The elves of the land back then were tan and happy, fruit and vegetables growing plentiful and the animals peacefully living in the countryside. Ruling over all this was the gentle King Oroz. For many happy years, he had ruled over this land and her people. But one day, the gentle king died under mysterious circumstances. However gentle, Oroz was getting up in the years, so most chalked it up to natural causes. Soon after, his son, Oroyzo, took the the throne. King Oroyzo was much crueler than his father, enslaving his people and the stealing citizens from neighboring kingdoms to construct giant monuments and statues of himself. Those who escaped slavery were hunted down and forced to join the military or executed. This tyrannical reign happened for 8 long years and King Oroyzo being a devious and deceitful being, was able to keep any of the other kingdoms from discovering his actions. \n\nBut one day, an elf emerged with the power of Ice. He fought his way to the Capital City and challenged Oroyzo to a duel of power. The two battled with Ice and Fire in a 3 day long ordeal that destroyed half of the capital city. Eventually, they ended up back in the palace. Knowing he would die from exhaustion before he defeated the king, the elf used the last bit of his power to unleash to largest blizzard the world has ever seen, killing himself and the king in the process. While the elf knew it would bring hard living for his kinsmen, he had faith they would adapt and survive.\n\nTo this day, it is argued whether this legend has any fact by Snow Elf scholars. Indeed, there are rumors of statues of King Oroyzo deep in the wilderness and speculation onto some of the ancient writing in the palace of Frostbite, the Frozen Plains largest city. Regardless of whether it happened or not, Enzius always loved the story and admired the elf's sacrifice so an evil could be destroyed. \"It just seems that if you force creatures into obedience, they will eventually rise up.\" Enzius finished, watching the demons pull the carousel around.", "username": "The Survivor", "char_name": "Enzius Zarbath" }, { "text": "A nervous look crossed the guardsman's face once Ovak spoke, concern evident. \"Sir...\" He started, but before he knew it, something was... given to him. A sort of coin, by the looks. Along with a short bi of instruction. \"When this is dealt with, Sir.\" He said, turning towards the woman when she started... Well, telling them of her complaints. She just had to say it in an insulting manner, however. His expression hardened as he stared at her, leaning slightly over the woman. Yes, that event. He'd read the reports, and the woman responsible was indeed a reckless fool, if it was to be believed. However, simply acquiescing to her was a mistake.\n\n \"It is common knowledge that Djarken lands are plagued by banditry. Would it really be so difficult to believe that some local bandits had killed the prior guards and were impersonating them? Regardless, it was discovered that said guards had been enthralled by local bandits with a vampire among them anyway, and our team ended that threat for you easily. as for their bodies, they probably disintegrated thanks to their status as ghouls once engaged. As for the prior collateral damage... the woman responsible is a reckless fool, and shall be punished accordingly. Additionally, we will rebuild the bridge ourselves. However, that is our responsibility, not Djarkel's. You hold no power here, and I will not sit idly by while you insult our organization.\" He narrowed his eye, brushing away some servant that was bothering him. \"Now, either you direct your grievances to either Lucilia or the headmaster, or I toss you out myself. Understand?\"", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Keri Wolf\n\nKeri chucked as she watched people flew out of Satori's way. This was a sight she had missed from their childhood. Pride filled as her while the enchanting scene played out before her. Yet as soon as Satori stopped moving a sense of regret replaced her sudden pride. It had been years since they had any sort of contact. One of the most darkened events in her life was saying goodbye to Satori as she walked away from their hometown. On that day they had promised to keep in contact with each other. In reality it was nothing more then an empty promise after the slaughter.\n\nKeri suddenly felt a calming presence inside her mind. At first she was alarmed. As she glanced up to her most dearest friend her alarmed feeling slowly drifted away. Keri in return intently stared as Satori's faced changed expressions. Her face became paler as her worst fear became true. Every villager would warn their children never to go out at night for there were things outside which craved human blood.Now remember my children never go outside in the dark for vampires live there.A lore which was told in vein in her case.\n\nHer mind snapped back to the present as Satori embraced her in a strong hug. She turned her head in a tilted manner as her old friend looked at her. Keri noted that there were some changes in Satori. She was pale, just as the girl next to her. A sigh was exhaled as realization hit. No longer human, just undead as long as she consumes a living person's blood. Thankfully her love for animals seemed to have stayed. Keri intently focused as her old friend talked to her student. It was good to watch her be able to interact with others now. As her eyes followed Satori mounting the bear once more and patting behind for Keri to sit, frustration started to boil inside her.\n\n\"Satori why don't you stop all this nonsense. I'm not in the mood to be alone with you right now. Ssarak if you want you can stay. This goes for you too Colette. You could have just asked me. Have I not been nothing but honest with you for years? Yes, I never kept my promise. Before you ask yes I'm still aiming to put my family's killer in the ground. Anything else?\"She stated in a sudden agitation.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" } ]

[ { "text": "Keri wished that she could take back the words at once after they snaked out of her mouth. It wasn't really out of anger which caused her to act that way, well not entirely anyway. Yes it was indeed becoming an uncontrollable amount. Keri knew her attempts of keeping it under control were proving difficult. Thankfully she would be able to unleash that fury to the one that had cause this grief in the first place.\n\nShe closely watched Satori as her old friend turned her attention back towards the bear. Keri eyes shifted towards Ssarak, as if she was about to ask something. The bear towards Satori's direction causing Keri's eyes to shift back. She intently focused on the cobblestone as her friend's footsteps drew closer. As Satori stopped in front of her once more causing her to look into her friend's face again.\n\nAs Satori laid out that she was starting to become a vampire, Keri lifted her bitten hand. A filthy piece cloth laid somewhat loosely upon the wound. She carefully started to examine her arm only now to notice filth on unnoticed claw marks. Her face paled as fear replaced the tightly held hope. She felt her knees lock in place then turned to jello. Air seemed in Keri's mind thinner forcing her to take shallower breaths.\n\n\" What do you mean by turning into a vampire. That's impossible Satori.\" Keri whispered, begging almost, as gravity forced her to fall hard on her knees.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "Leith was slightly surprised when Annabeth grabbed him by the hand and started to pull him along in her search for Khan. She didn't seem to have any misgivings about the gauntlet. It was nice that she didn't. Not many people can ignore the gauntlet. \n\n'And It'd make it so easy to crush her hand. All you'd need to do is grab her hand and squeeze.'\n\nLeith stiffened when the words were spoken into his mind. He was told that if he kept the gauntlet after it fused to his hand, at some time it would start talking to him. The same went for any of the Daemon Artes. The gauntlet had started talking to him during his mission in his fight against his doppleganger. After the fight, it had remained silent, but now it seemed that it had started talking again. Leith frowned. This wasn't a good sign. \n\nWith a start, he realized that had stopped walking, and in essence, stopped himself from being pulled along by Annabeth. He had to think quickly as to a reason why he had stopped. Then it occurred to him.\n\n\"Sorry. I just remembered where Khan might be. I saw him and Uicle having what looked like an argument in the Dining Hall. They both left and were heading in the same direction. They might be in either one of their offices.\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" } ]

[ { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nJust as Meirin was about to fire off her gust of wind, her foot fell into a hole. She nearly twisted her ankle and was only able to knock the strange mole monster onto it's back. Fortunately Leith was on the ball and seemed to have one taken care of, but that only left Meirin wondering what happened to the other. Seeing that it had somehow managed to bury Leith's legs into some dirt, she assumed one of them were near him. But short of stabbing the ground and hoping she'd get lucky, Meirin had no direct means to attack them. At least until she remembered that these things traveled through the dirt. Her plan was a long shot, but considering her other abilities it was the only thing she thought she could do.\n\nGetting her foot out of the hole Meirin carefully made her way towards the last hole the mole-like monsters came from. And this time making sure that she doesn't step into another hole or get caught off guard by another mole monster, Meirin used another weaving motion to summon a powerful gust of wind. But instead of aiming for any moles on the surface, she channeled all the wind through the hole in the ground. With any luck she might be able to force them onto the surface, stunning them with the blast of air and allowing her to pick them off easily. \n\nWhen Meirin noticed the smoke and screech of an arrow, she knew something was wrong. She didn't know what, but she knew that Annabeth wouldn't have used those arrows if it wasn't an emergency. And anything that put Lyn into danger was an emergency. \"Leith, Summer, get out of there! Go see what that smoke is about, I'll catch up to you later once I deal with these monsters!\" Meirin used another weaving motion to allow herself to jump great heights for a few minutes. Once she sees any of the mole monsters surface, she'd leap upon them with her spear, impaling them using the full weight of her body and the momentum from her drop.\n\nMyrn Vaan'Atisha\n\nMyrn and the others were able to wipe out the Ridge Hounds they found at first, but then a whole lot more showed up. Myrn didn't think she could dodge and parry that many. but Ridge Hounds were fragile creatures: a solid hit, whether she cuts them or not, would be enough to kill them. But there were so many that she'd have a hard time getting to them all on her own. So instead of rushing to the front and getting herself killed, Myrn stayed close to some of the other students, keeping the Ridge Hounds off of them or picking off the wounded or distracted Ridge Hounds. Baulder and his demon seemed to have made a lot of noise and attracted most of the Ridge Hounds, which allowed Myrn to dash between the two and kill four or five. Myrn stayed low to the ground with her blade forward, never needing to slash more than a few inches each swing. The sharpness of her blade, combined with the force of the ridge hound's body sliding across her sword, was all the force she needed to slice them to bits. \n\nDespite how quickly she was moving, there were too many Ridge Hounds to stop. She had hoped that maybe the ones eating their comrades would be distracted long enough to stop most of the horde, but much to her surprise they have eaten the flesh of the fallen in less then a minute. Myrn was going to need a new plan. That's when she noticed a few of the caskets which were over the Ridge Hounds on the ground, which gave her an idea. \"Colette! Use your demons and drop the caskets on them!\" Running towards the ridge hounds, Myrn leap off the body of one big ridge hound and latched onto the handle of a casket. Bracing her feet against the wall and using as much strength as she could muster, she was able to pull a casket out and drop it on the ridge hounds below, killing two at once. The Casket also shattered, exposing the corpses within. Myrn would have to quietly pray to herself for defiling the dead like this, but she didn't want to be one of the dead either.\n\nAfter dropping a casket Myrn jumped back with the others but noticed more Ridge Hounds coming up from behind them. Seeing that there was already a crude barricade in place (She didn't know where that came from), Myrn thought to do the same. She pulled one casket out and flipped it over, but much to Myrn's surprise, there was a living girl inside. \"What are you doing here!?\" Myrn didn't have a chance to hear an answer when a ridge hound jumped onto her. She struggled against it, or sword braced against it's claws to prevent it and the monster's giant teeth from sinking into her skin. \"A little help!?\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Lira had been laying the casket she could hear the fighting not even a few paces from her. With out meaning to she had began to doze off which was a mistake, Especially when she felt the casket move. It wasn't all of the sudden just inching before she felt it. The casket falling with her inside, she tried to push the lid hoping maybe she could just jump away or fall slower then the stone, but it was stuck meaning she was going to crash with it inside . Lira swore and curled up in a ball waiting for the solid ground to catch up. It hurt like hell when she finally hit ground, the casket itself shattered and killed a few hounds in the process if not injured them. Lira was dazed laying there when she heard someone asking what she was doing. Or was it who she was, either case it was short as the noise of the hounds attacking the person. When her sense finally gathered themselves she heard the request for help armed with only a dull weak knife she grabbed a smaller chunk of the casket and threw it hitting the hound over the person in the head. Lira hoped it was either dead or distracted as she ran up and stabbed the creature in the eye. Though she was aiming for its neck.", "username": "Sento", "char_name": "Lira" } ]

[ { "text": "Lira pushed the hound over off the female bellow, she wasn't sure but she thought she heard more approaching their direction \"We need to go\" She said her knife was in her hand had broke off in the hound leaving her with shrapnel and the wooden handle. \"Also do you have a better weapon on you? Mine seems to have been lodged into the hound?\" She asked though it probably wasn't the best time to ask for a blade to fight with in the middle of a fight. Lira knew that she probably wouldn't last long maybe be able to take one or two more down, but they where bigger by the sound of them. this wont end well, if we don't get out soon we will be killed Lira thought.She reached her hand out to help the person up \"I'm Lira by the way\"", "username": "Sento", "char_name": "Lira" }, { "text": "Summer Flores, Lyn's Hunt\n\nSummer nodded and followed Leith after he got out of the hole. She bit her lip as they got closer to the smokey hair. She looked around to make sure nothing was coming. She looked forward and saw a naga about to attack a young vampire girl. She nodded and looked for nearby to see what planets she could forcefully grow. She spotted some flowers luckily and used her growth spell to make them grow towards the naga. Just as the girl was about to be struck down, the flowers wrapped themselves around the naga tight enough that it wouldn't be able to escape right away to attack them.\n\n\"Hello. I am Summer Flores are you ok\" She asked a worried look on her face. She looked towards the battle wand then to the naga that was tied up.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Summer Flores" } ]

[ { "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": "Leith Calder Lyn's Hunt\n\nWhen the knight raised his crossbow and pointed it at Leith, Leith took a small step back in surprise. He wasn't expecting the knight to just shoot at him. With a grimace, he threw his hands up and started pulling water from the air to form a screen between him and the knight, but before he could work on the density of the water, the crossbow bolt punched through the screen. He watched, stupefied, as the bolt came flying towards him. No move he could make would help. He was going to die. When the bolt was halfway to him, something blew it out of the way. He looked over to see Meirin coming flying out of the woods towards the knight.\n\nThe wind that Meirin used to blow the crossbow bolt out of the way also started clearing the smoke. From the looks of it, Meirin could handle the knight. Summer, however, now that he could see, had to deal both with the Naga and a man aiming to cut the girl down. For a second, Leith thought he could see through the man's chest, but he blinked, and the hole was gone. Without another thought took off at a sprint towards the man. He covered ground quickly, but he was starting to tire. By the time he arrived, the man was halfway through his swing. Leith shot his hand out, and caught the man's axe by the blade. The sound of grating steel filled the area as the axe made contact with Leith's gauntlet. \n\n\"You're not...going to kill...anyone today,\" Leith managed to say between gasps for air. Then, he attempted to pull the axe out of the man's grasp, ready to fall back if anything unnatural happened.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" } ]

[ { "text": "Leith Calder Lyn's Hunt\n\nLeith frowned at the man's surprise at what he said. The man was crazy to think that the forest itself wanted death. It just seemed a way to justify killing. The man looked like he had more to say, but he stopped suddenly as he saw something behind Leith and dispersed into a swarm of bugs. Leith turned around just in time to see Summer struck by the Naga and sent flying into a tree before falling still on the ground.\n\n\"No...\" Leith whispered as he looked at Summer slumped on the ground. All he could do was hope that she was alive. With a lot of effort he peeled his eyes off of Summer and turned towards the Naga. He frowned at the sight of the arrow wound on the Naga. That looked like it should have been fatal, but the Naga was still upright, barely. Before he knew it, the Naga was lunging at him. Leith took a step back in surprise and stumbled over his feet. He would have fallen to the ground, but the Naga caught a hold of him. She pinned his arms to his sides and started wrapping her tail around his legs. \n\nLeith knew he needed to act quickly if he wanted to keep his legs intact. Already, the pressure around his legs were increasing quickly and becoming painful. He couldn't move his arms enough to get a swing at the Naga with the axe he got from the Herbamancer. Seraphim Sword was in its trinket-like size, so he couldn't do anything about that. \n\nOr could he? Leith reached into his pocket and grabbed his trinket-sized sword. He then carefully moved the sword around so the the tip was facing away from his body, and towards the Naga. Leith enlarged the sword and the sound of ripping cloth was heard as it tore through his pocket towards the Naga. After he had enlarged the sword, his leg broke. Blinding pain filled his mind as he screamed in pain. \n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nDarius Jura Catacombs\n\nDarius stared at the man in surprise as he screamed at him madly. This man was insane. He idolized the Demonmacner to the point of what looked like worship. In any other scenario, Darius would have left this man to die, but he was not alone, so he could not say that this man got away from them an got carried away by the Ridge Hounds. Which he still had to deal with. These ones were not jumping in stupidly like the others were. It looked like they were trying to tire him out by jumping in and out of reach. If he continued to fight them with swipes of his sword he would indeed tire out. \n\nHe needed a new approach. Sound does disorient them, but doing multiple loud pops were tiring him out. What he needed to do was to make a single massive pop. Darius took in a few deep breaths to ready himself, and start gathering air in a single point as he made moves against the hounds to prevent them from thinking he was tired out. It took him a few moments to gather enough air. When had enough, he took a deep breath \n\n\"COVER YOUR EARS!\" he bellowed to the others before he detonated the collected air. It was massive. Enough to possibly disorient anyone not aware of the incoming explosion. After that, Darius fell to a knee. That had taken a lot out of him. Hopefully, it had been enough to disorient the hounds enough to allow everyone else to clean up.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Urgency filled Sinys as cries of pain pierced his ear, his first arrow had been released after a positioning played out in his mind from sounds. The first had been followed by a second the moment after the string became taught again. Even if he could react to the sound of a moving opponent it was very tricky business. One had to know the mindset it posessed, currently with his brain turning over details a small but meaningful detail had been outside of his mind. If it couldn't feel it wouldn't have wanted to dodge, probabilities in his mind might have changed with more accurate information. \n\nSo with this thought of logic he fired a third arrow at the space to the left of where his current opponent had been. The first logical step that was made when shooting arrows. Of course he had a rough idea as to what was happening, after all the sound of a bone snapping is unpleasant to most ears. An idea possessed him that would not have normally come over him being the loner that he grew to be, in his thoughts he quarreled with himself over the seemingly dubious matter. Maybe if someone had a short blade I could do some damage. A dagger would be nice, but I could work with a longer hefty knife. Though I don't want to sound silly asking for something others may not have. Nothing ventured nothing gained... he reasoned with himself. His next moments were spent placing himself off to the left further than what he was previously following the idea of of a dodging opponent. \n\nFrom then he acted on his debate he held with himself \"Dose anyone have a knife or daggar? I'd work a lot better with one of those.\" He said rather loudly, he wanted to make sure anyone near him could hear his words. Not having anytime to explain why he had a bow instead of a blade he drew an arrow and placed his bow behind his back in its holster. The arrow of his choosing had been one that he had chosen for roped arrows, and of course it had a rope stretched to it. In his mind if he could stick an arrow in the creature for sure he could know it's location solidly. This idea would also give him an idea of the angle she was from him, as well as a judgement for distance if the rope was taught. This also was credible to him since the length of his rope, and his tying habits were peculiar, was measured in his mind. He wanted to put that arrow in her shoulder or chest to give the best plan to strike as apposed to the tail. \n\nOf course this had been a train of thought against a normal opponent, if it had become obvious to Sinys that the only thing the snake creature had been concerned if would be perilous death and rampant destruction his tactic would become elementary. Bait, run, and strike. A classic solution for charging boars in his limited experiance. At the moment he had been concerned with a thinking mentally active foe, and this fact held him in check for the time being. His blindness making him hold back from showing his close range abilities. A prime example being the fact that a sight filled person had been captured and crushed. This played heavily in the mind of the youthful Elf, whom was unsure of the foe before the tall and slightly lanky areomancer.", "username": "EthTenshi", "char_name": "Sinys Erweinoc Luf'firio" } ]

[ { "text": "Althalus\n\nAlthalus cursed as the assassin split into four and then one ran off. \"Oh, fuck you.\" He snarled as the three remaining ones bowed at him and Keri. \"Beats me. He's really annoying though, as you've noticed. As for killing him, that's simple!\" He drew two knives, crouching into a ready position. \"We stab them repeatedly until they die.\" At the mention of a Naga he glanced over at Ellys and cursed. \"She's gone into Malice. If you don't destroy the brain she'll just keep coming. She's essentially a walking corpse of rage and murder.\" \n\nWhat happened next was a bit of a blur. The vampire tossed him a rag, animals suddenly attacked, and the other three of the assassin suddenly leapt into action. Althalus slashed at one animal only to be knocked over as an assassin was thrown by another. As he struggled to his feet, all three assassins suddenly cried out in pain. Before they could recover, two were cut down by the beasts. One was bleeding heavily and suddenly disappeared as the original assassin abruptly turned around and started heading back towards them, a knife in each hand. \"This...might not be better.\"\n\nE'docsil\n\nAs the gust of wind hit the three legged rat, it abruptly shifted into a large roly-poly, curling into a defenseive ball and smacking into the wall with an audible thump. In an instant she was back into a rat, scurrying off into the darkness.\n\nAramir\n\nThe Ridge Hounds were closing in quickly. Far too quickly. Aramir's last arrows were gone, only hitting a couple of the monsters, and the other ones were too far away for her to just grab. There was one thing she could do. She tossed her bow to the ground behind her, (damned if she was gonna be responsible for burning it) and threw her hands out in front of her, ignoring most of the screeching and howling and ranting around her in favor of focusing on the immediate threat.\n\nFire leapt from her hands, burning anything foolish enough to get in it's path. Aramir grinned as they hounds were either killed or forced back. Of course, with raging flames around her, she didn't hear Darius' warning. It was with a scream she hit the ground, covering her ears in an attempt to block the pain out.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Ellys, Lyn's hunt\n\nEllys was distracted, her head turned away, as she bared her fangs. Groggily her face swayed back to face her current victim when she felt the sword pulled out of her middle. Immediately fresh wave of blood washed down her torso followed by a wrinkled, pinkish rope that was her intestines and piled to the ground. Clumps of dirt clung to the thick organs as more fell from the gaping hole while emptying out her insides, her liver, kidneys and more shortly joined the rest. The Naga didn't seem to notice or care when she strike forward. \n\nSuddenly two things happened at once. Leith's sword grew and the tip sliced through her head back, severing her spine and taking a chunk from her skull when it came out the other side. There was a distinct crack like a large, oversize coconut being busted open. Brain matter and bone fragments sprayed through her hair soaking it in her fluids as she made a death rattle, her body trembling slightly when Sinys' arrows hit their mark again. Each aiming higher up than the last, through one was off by a fraction. It sliced through the Naga's face side and toward Leith, narrowly missing him when it smacked into the ground behind him. \n\nWhen it all ended, the Naga slumped over and stilled in death, collapsing to the ground.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "Helena\n\nIt had been a terribly long way to get here. Denny had been very insistent when he'd asked her to go on a trip with him that he wasn't trying to take her away to that college that her father had been going on about and she'd refused to consider. She didn't want to leave just then. School could wait a little while longer. There were things...she assured them all, that she was doing and she needed to stay there to do them. She could keep reading, learn that way to control her magic. Control the fire. That incident in the warehouse a few weeks ago was nothing. She totally had meant to light the box on fire. It wasn't an accident at all, and she so wished they would all stop saying that it was. She was in control.\n\nSo she trusted Denny. If you couldn't trust your lover, the who could you trust? But he'd lied to her. And he'd suffered for it too. Not quite physically. At least she'd not burned him or singed his hair off. She said it was because she loved him too much. But if she was truly honest with herself, deep down, she knew she wasn't in control enough. And even just giving him something as little as a rug burn could get out of hand. She wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she did truly hurt him like that. So she made him suffer other ways. But even with that, he didn't turn around and take her back. And eventually, she admitted, only to herself and never aloud to him, that they were right and she needed this.\n\nThey were so close to the school now that she was starting to get nervous about it. She'd never been to anything like this before. She'd hardly been to school to begin with. Her mother and stepmother had pretty much taught her everything she hadn't taught herself. So this was something well beyond on her just then. She was dragging her feet now. Trying to make it take longer than it needed to because she knew that it was just over that next rise and she'd be saying goodbye to the last comforts of home and hello to the scary reality of a magical college. \n\nOr things could be delayed more. Denny had stopped her, his arm across her chest to keep her from going forward. She'd not been looking at him and when she did, the question that had been on her lips dried up and she turned to look where he was looking. There was something going on out of sight, sounds of fighting was drifting through the trees. And they knew the sounds of fighting well. \n\n\"Denny,\" Helena started softly, not knowing where potential threats might be at around them, \"I...I don't know if it's wise for us to…\" But what she was thinking was more it was unwise for him to get involved in what was going on. She had some advantages that he didn't. And she didn't want him to get hurt. They'd been lucky on their trip here, and they'd not encountered much of any trouble. \n\n\"Are you kidding me, Helena,\" he huffed quietly, grabbing at her hand as she went to step away without thinking much. \n\n\"Are fucking kidding me?\" She said as she yanked her hand free of his and took off faster than he could catch up to her. She wasn't used to trees and the like, but she still made her way through rather quickly and quietly, though not silently at all, just quiet enough to not have everyone know she was coming. Hopefully that wouldn't backfire on her too much. \n\nShe heard the fast progress of the hounds as they rushed through the trees ahead of her. Or she thought they were. She couldn't see much of anything, even after pushing her glasses back up her nose. She hung back a moment to see if they had seen her, but they had a scent they were after and she wasn't it. \n\nShe took after the noise, even if part of her was really wishing she wasn't so damn headstrong. This was going to get her into something dirty she was sure, but already there was no going back. She managed to stumble across, though distantly, she'd heard through the trees. Hanging back Helena pulled a blade from her boot, looking the scene over before she charged even more headlong in. She needed to do some sort of planning, even if it was half-assed and likely to only just avoid getting herself killed. \n\nWell this is a bit of a clusterfuck, she thought as she watched the creatures she'd followed after be tossed about some without really seeming all that bothered by it. Slowly, she began to circle around towards what she could only assume were students, trying to get closer to them. If she was going to be using her fire, she didn't want to get them too. But coming at the enemy from behind had its advantages too. \n\nThere was so much blood, just everywhere. She didn't think she'd ever seen this much blood before in her life. Even when she'd been in a slaughter house it hadn't seemed this bad. Was this what she really wanted to get involved in? It was too late now though to think about such things. She was here and she was going to help. Or try to. Taking a deep breath, she stood more upright than she'd been, aimed, and tossed the blade at one of the beasts. It wouldn't kill anything, she was sure of that, but it would hurt and distract whatever it did manage to hit. Just hopefully not one of the people she was trying to help.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" } ]

[ { "text": "Keri Wolf Lyn's Hunt\n\n\"This...might not be better.\" Athlalus' voice faded in her ears as another took its place.\n\n\"Looks like you finally get what you wanted. Keep in mind you're going against everything dad taught you.\" the vampire noticed her brother's voice sounded disappointed.\"I'm not going against it. He taught us family is the most important thing in this world. I don't think you have noticed but you're dead and buried along with everyone else.\" she waited for a response to this fact.\" Family isn't always blood or the people you lost. It's what's important to you and what your willing to die protecting. These people are willing to die for each other. The question is are you willing to die for each of them?\" the girl thought for a moment as she looked around. The pale man was being helped by a wood elf, the girl that used the plants earlier was on the ground, Althalus was about to take on the masked man again, and Annabeth and Lyn were safe.\"Yeah, I would die for each of them. They've shown me kindness and trust even when I have not.\"she responded truthfully.\" Now that's the sister I know and love.\"\n\n\"A-am I here at a- a good ti-me?\" The new voice asked. \n\nThis caused Keri to jump in surprise. If the elf hadn't spoke out loud she would have most likely swung thinking he was an enemy.\" How did you get over here so fast?\" the girl asked as she glanced around again. It dawned on the vampire she had spaced out during the fight, which if she didn't have help, could have gotten herself killed.\" Actually that was perfect timing. I assume you can handle that mutt.\" the question passed her lips as the man run towards the Cosh. The vampire watching him when she received the unaware claw, slashing her back. She made sure to move away quickly by running towards Athlalus stopping once again at his side.\n\n\"I don't know about that Athlalus. I would rather we drain him just in case. Besides the moron made his last mistake in this lifetime. I take it personally when my family is being attacked.\" Keri said as her eyes shifted to blood. This time she eased into her mode, making sure to study his attacks. The vampire grabbed the torn piece of tunic from Athlalus then ran towards the masked man. The plan was to make the cloth stick to him. Keri threw the cloth up.\" Athalus aim for the cloth!\" as she screamed this she slashed at his leg. If this was unsuccessful she would then roll diagonally, escaping most of the damage, if not all of it.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nMeirin analyzed the knight. It was obvious that he was no normal man, though perhaps his armor enhances his ability. A heavy man like him shouldn't be so agile at least not as agile as Meirin. She wasn't going to underestimate this man so Meirin backed away and started a new weaving form. Fortunately she could do this one with her spear, though it was a bit awkward since the paich body made it heavy. She started by raising her hand high into the air as if grasping at the sky. Then she pulled her hand down slowly, her fingers curling into a fist right as it was brought to her face. Once it reached her face Meirin grasped her spear once again jumped to the side, spinning around and putting both her arms forward, holding the spear perfectly perpendicular to the ground. She spun around towards the opposite direction holding her spear near the end of the shaft and sweeping it close to the ground, but not quite hitting it. By the time she stopped she stood up, her hands raised higher than before, her spear pointing towards the sky. All the while it seemed like Meirin was focused more on her weaving but she was still watching the knight, making sure that he didn't catch her off guard. But Meirin was only half-way finished with her weaving and needed a few more seconds before she could pull off her magic attack.\n\nMyrn Vaan'Atisha\n\nAs if her luck couldn't be any worse Tyrael showed up. Myrn was in no condition to fight him but she barely had enough strength to stand on her own. Her arm was in great pain and if she was by herself she'd be crying. But for now all she could do was breath heavily and try to stand up, barely holding onto her Dar'missan. Everyone was scared, but they couldn't leave the nagas behind. Myrn didn't know the nagas well herself and had no reason to care for them, but there was no way she was going to leave everyone else to Tyrael's \"mercy\". Unfortunately Myrn's body was too weak right now to even walk, forcing her to lean against her sword. \"Master Tyrael please listen to your students. The naga aren't going to be a threat to anyone at the college, not right now and surely no to you!\" As Myrn tried to find the strength to stand on her own she did remember something important. Tyrael was friends with another naga in the college, Mar. And while Myrn didn't know Mar at all, Myrn did know emotions and feelings. She knew that Tyrael was very close to Mar and her daughter. Myrn also knew that Mar valued her family and not just Lyn and Athalus. If Myrn knew anything about the naga it was that they trusted no one but their family. And these nagas wouldn't be here if they didn't know someone they trust. Putting two-and-two together Myrn figured that these nagas were family members of Mar.\n\n\"Please, think about Mar! She wouldn't want this, would she? Everyone says the nagas were killed off, but for her it was more than that. She thought she lost her entire family. But now they're back, you can't kill her family!\" Myrn looked over towards the nagas but her sight was getting dizzy from her injuries. She didn't realize it, but she was making the wound on her shoulder even worse by moving around, causing her to bleed profusely. She also didn't notice that she was in the Inferno right now. Myrn looked over to the nagas and called them out. \"It's true right? You're Mar's family? That's why you're here, to be with her, ask her for help, right?\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" } ]

[ { "text": "Grey watched the man unfaltering, his gaze hard as he grit his teeth... His eye widened in shock when he saw him raise a hand toward his own student and the girl he was currently tasked with defending. He took a step, planning to roll over and block a possible attempt on Colette's life, but he was more than a little surprised to find that Tyrael had... listened to them. There was no attack. He simply returned them to the real world, Grey's own formidable self not so much as stumbling in the process. He sighed, looking down to his axe as this crisis was at least resolved... Though he did not let his guard down, not fully. \n\n\"Understood, Sir. I shall keep an eye on them\" He said, nodding before looking around. \"Though I'm not sure it's over yet. There's still the matter of your impostor, and it seems to want me very, very dead.\" He said, looking back to Ssarak. \"Ssarak, did you see where it ran off to?\"", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Mackendrick\n\nThe masked assassin didn't even try to block the sword strike against his leg, merely lashing out with his daggers as she lashed out with her own sword. Her sword tore through the cloth on his leg only to bounce back at her with a clang, as if it had just hit steel, while his two daggers left shallow red furrows down her shoulder. Before he could do much more, she was yanked away by the Cosh. A crossbow bolt slammed into Mackendrick's chest, to much the same effect. His clothing was torn, but not much more damage than that. The piece of cloth the crossbow bolt had taken with it falling to the ground with it. \n\nHe looked at the man who had fired at him. \"That, was ill-advised.\" \n\nKnight\n\nHe sighed as the woman refused to run away. \"All I wanted to do was kill the vampire.\" Then he bulled forward as she began to do more of her magic. He wasn't about to give her another chance. \n\nAlthalus\n\n\"Fuck me.\" Althalus cursed as not only did Keri suddenly get yanked away and thrown into a tree, he was also left alone to fight the man who had just dismissively looked at a crossbow bolt to the chest. Just what I always wanted to do! Die horribly so that the Cosh can eat on my corpse later! Althalus drew his own knives, cautiously waiting for the man to begin his attack. It didn't take long. Mackendrick rushed him like a man who didn't fear pain or death. Which, Althalus supposed, he didn't. His first attack came from the side, and when Althalus raised his own blades to meet it, his blades shattered and he was sent flying backwards by the hit. \n\n]\"Gods above!\" He spat, rolling across the ground and to his feet. He was certain there were some shards of dagger in his body, but he had more important problems. Like how Mackendrick was still coming after him. At least Lyn is gone! He thought with a slightly desperate grin as the daggers whistled through the air again.\n\nGrey's Axe\n\nIf you need me, just hit whoever you need injured with me. I'll gain an advantage and kill them! Simple!", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "Deven Zoria and Jenna Fellrein: Lyn's Hunt\n\nDeven Zoria\n\nIt happened fast, as Deven closed in on the beast, it dropped low and lunged for him. He only had a few second to react, he did as much as he could to brace for the coming impact. As the beast collided with him he grunted and was forced to take a step back to cope, a moment later and the beast's paws warped around his legs and he was fighting to stay standing. If he hadn't braced he would have certainly been taken clean off his feet by the force of the impact, a thought he tried to keep out of his mind as he struggled to remain standing. \n\nThe muscles in his legs strained against the beast's effort, he could only keep up this resistance for so long, eventually the beast would be able to topple him if he didn't act. It's head was ducked into his side which protected it's vitals and kept only really it's muscular back as a target for his blows and given it's proximity he didn't have enough space for a full swing to do any real damage. \n\nSo instead he shifted his grip on his sword and angled the tip of the blade towards the beast's back and prepared to drive the blade down into it.\n\nJenna Fellrein\n\nHe arrow narrowly missed it's mark, skimming along the beast's back instead. As she grabbed another arrow she watched as the beast lunged toward Deven, thankfully he had braced for the attack and was able to remain standing. Now that the beast was grappling with Deven he was once more blocking her vision of it. She couldn't help but wonder if the beast was doing this on purpose, it couldn't be that smart could it?\n\nPushing the thought out of her head Jenna quickly shifted positions she needed to get a better angle on this thing. She quickly moved between the trees always keeping the fighting in the edge of her vision as she maneuvered. Eventual she settled into a new position next to a tree towards the rear of the beast, this put her in closer proximity to the girl they came to help. She couldn't help but notice something seemed odd about her, something about her complexion struck her as different, and wait did she just hiss? Jenna tried her best to ignore it, she had much more important things to focus on, there was the beast that was currently trying to kill everyone. \n\nShe nocked her new arrow and drew back, this time she aimed for the beast's thigh muscles, with the hope of inhibiting it's movements, if she could slow it then it would become much easier to land a finishing blow.", "username": "Leon5431", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose \n\n---\n\nSsarak's blow landed full-force against the knight's shield. It protected his head and other vital areas from the impact, though the shield did not stop the force from throwing him back, or apparently, hurting his arm. The fight would not end immediately, as Ssarak had wanted, but it might at least go in their favor. Ssarak could see that the knight showed some signs of being weakened. The way he stood, the dents in his armor, it was all evidence that Meirin had been wearing him down, and now, he was outnumbered. Ssarak too was fatigued from the exertion of fighting the ridge hounds in the catacombs, but a mere glance at Meirin gave him all the motivation he needed to keep pressing on. \n\nAs the knight was standing to his feet, Ssarak landed a moderate distance away from him, placing the knight between himself and Meirin. With a few more mental commands, Ssarak's blade continued shifting its form. The blade lost its edge entirely and was circularizing into the form of a shaft, while the hilt was growing to form the head of a mace. \n\nThrough the knight's rant, Ssarak growled at him. These \"foul creations of Aarem\", to Ssarak's knowledge, could only reasonably refer to one thing: vampires. Unless he was terrible at identifying vampires, that did not explain why he was fighting Meirin, but it did at least explain his zeal. \"Vampires? You seek to slaughter the victims of Aarem? Whether righteous or misguided, your intent is of no matter. All I see of you is that you are attacking the innocent, and I will personally see that you receive justice for your crime. You hold no advantage over me, so leave now…\" Ssarak began, drawing his shield from his back and pointing his now fully-formed mace at the knight. \"You shall not have another chance.\"\n\nWhile he was attempting to hold the knight's attention, Ssarak was allowing Meirin to get into position. He was better equipped to fight the armored knight head-on, so when and if the fight resumed, he would charge straight in. Meirin, being much more agile than himself, would hopefully be able to capitalize on any opportunities he could create to either land the fatal blow herself, or disable the knight long enough to allow Ssarak to do the same. In either case, he and Meirin had trained together for fights such as these on many occasions, and now, they would have a chance to see if they could apply that training in a real fight.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nMeirin was pleasantly surprised to see Ssarak here of all places. She had no idea why or how he's here, but seeing him filled her with courage. This was a disaster but with him here Meirin was certain they could scavenge what they can. For starters they needed to save the others and deal with their attackers. Ssarak managed to attack the knight first and knocked him into a tree so Meirin stopped, but was still floating in the middle of a wind wheel. As long as she maintained her stance she can stay in the wind wheel which she intended to make use of.\n\nShe was unimpressed at the knight's excuse either. \"Forced you to attack weaklings? Obviously you lack the strength and conviction to face a true warrior and mage. If you fear us so much then flee now! Because I can promise you this: You will harm no one.\" Meirin already gave the knight to flee earlier however, so unlike Ssarak she didn't actually wait to hear the knight's rebuke. While Ssarak attempted to parley with the knight Meirin positioned herself so that if the knight continued to try to go after Leith and Enasha, he would have to get pass her. Not only that but while she stood in his path, she started another weaving spell, the same one that allowed her to control orbs of water. And without actually needing to keep her feet on the floor she was able to do the weaving faster and more easily. With her wind wheel active as well she could easily intercept the knight if he tried to dash past her even if it means stopping her weaving.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Summer Flores, Lyn's Hunt\n\nSummer groaned in pain as she finally woke up from being knocked out by the naga. She couldn't hear anything at first and she squinted her eyes shut as the light shined in her eyes making her head throb even more. She could feel her blood running to her head making it nearly impossible for her to comprehend her surrounding. She closed her eyes again her pale face contorted with pain. Summer attempted to move and rolled on her back to take the pressure off her churning stomach.\n\n'Ugh...everything hurts' she thought. At first she couldn't remember how she was knocked out, but the more she was awake the more she remembered. She panicked internally wondering if that vampire girl was ok. Summer tried to take deep breaths to focus on something other than her pain, but it wasn't working. She opened her eyes and tried to get them to focus and got them to focus a little bit. She was still in the same spot from where she landed. It was a complete mess from what she could tell. Her hurting stomach tightened with worry and panic as she didn't see any of her team around.. She sat up and gagged a little as she felt bile rise up in her throat from her movement. She knew that she shouldn't be moving, but she needed to make sure her team was ok. \n\n\"I n need t to find them\" she stuttered out as she stood on her shaky legs, the throbbing in her head a lot worse and the urge to vomit was a lot higher. She needed medical attention, but she didn't care. She needed to find her team and fast. Bent over slightly she began to walk in a random direction. She stopped when she heard what sounded like people nearby and she began to follow the sounds. With her blurry eyes she could see two figures ahead of her. The closer she got the clearer they became. She recognised one of them and weakly cried out.\n\n\"L-Leith!", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Summer Flores" } ]

[ { "text": "Keri Wolf Lyn's Hunt\n\nThe red thin line started at the Cosh's back leg and ended at the side. It's blood caused the white stripes to turn pink in color and the smell of blood seep heavily in the air once more. Three arrows clung to the beast's flesh as if they were apart of it's skeleton. One had been placed in the creature's leg causing the already crimson ground underneath to show signs of pooling blood. Another had struck on the same side as the vampires clinging to about where his ribs were though it didn't seem to hit any organs. The last one was placed in the Alpha's other side as well as displaying the some effect as Annabeth's.\n\nKeri noted this inside her mind adding that the savior was helping by keeping the Cosh at bay with their grappling match. Seeing this helped strike an idea just as one would do with a match. Granted the beast was being to turn invisible though the blood helped with tracking it. But in turn the event would most likely prove some risk to the humans, mostly from it's speed on all four limbs, and likely it wasn't done attempting to kill them just yet. The conclusion was drawn mainly from the evidence displayed so far making letting it go free an obvious danger to everyone around it.\n\n\" Don't let the Mongrel go just yet. It's beast that you keep it in your hold since it's invisible now. Since as for as I know I'm the only one to be able to see it coming.\" the vampire called towards Deven.\" Other then getting physically crushed by a Naga tail, a knight wanting to kill me just for being a vampire, trying to help Athalus with that wacko only to be thrown and clawed at by this thing I'm peachy.\" Keri told Annabeth in a rather sarcastic tone.\" Athalus is somewhere around here. Ninja bear and wacko of the century was with him. Find the bear you find them but be carful the guy is wearing armor.\" with that said the girl point her friend in the direction she last saw them.\n\nThe vampire went in for another attack slashing where she had last seen the Cosh's back in a diagonal motion then stepped back once more. If the guy heard Keri then the attack would have worked. If not then then the possible outcome would have proven to be catastrophic.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "Deven Zoria: Lyn's Hunt\n\nDeven Zoria\n\nJust as Deven started to drive his blade down to skewer the beast he was hit hard enough in the side that he missed his mark and his blade instead grazed along the beast's side drawing blood before plunging into the ground below them. Deven couldn't help but curse at the beast, it was proving rather resilient and resourceful. He had to admit he had gone into this underestimating it's intelligence. As the beast howled in pain at the series of attacks from the others Deven took this chance to pull his blade back up out of the ground just in time to see the beast struggle to remain standing. \n\nThis lessened the force the beast was applying into knocking him over which gave him a chance to survey the situation. There was a new arrow piercing the beast's and another in its left thigh making it stuggle to remain standing. The one in it's side seems to have come from the elf, or at least Deven guessed it did, and the one in it's leg seemed to have come from Jenna. There was the other girl too, she seemed to have just finished landing another blow on the beast, lastly another figure seemed to have been approaching, he didn't the time to pay them much mind but he noticed a horse and what he thought was a bow. \n\nThat's when Deven noticed the beast beginning to pull back and there was an odd shimmer to it's fur. It only took him a second to realize what that could mean. It was trying to go invisible again, whether to run or attack he did not know but he was dead set on not letting this beast get away. Switching his blade to his left arm her dropped low to the ground keeping close to the beast. He moved to slip his right arm under the beast's head and around it's neck and move his left arm around the back of the beast's neck by it's shoulders. Then he rushed forward pushing all of his weight into the beast, pushing it back onto it's back left wounded leg with the intent of knocking it onto it's side. If he succeeded in pushing the beast onto it's side he would then roll over it onto the ground behind it keeping himself pressed to it's back and keeping it pinned with his weight.", "username": "Leon5431", "char_name": "Deven Zoria" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nLyn's Hunt \nHelena flushed at the elf's words, looking at him in the face for only a few seconds before she looked down again. She hadn't noticed, he'd been fighting so well that she had just assumed. And he was an archer as well. He must have had some extraordinary senses otherwise to be able to 'see' like he did. She almost didn't believe him. \n\nBut she looked towards the fight anyways, squinting to see if she could catch a glint of her glasses amongst the feet of everyone over there. Knowing her luck though, he was right and they were about to be crushed. When he went, she looked after him like he'd gone crazy. There was no way she was charging in there when she couldn't see. She wasn't like him, she was more dependent on the lenses than she liked to admit. So no, she wasn't going in without a plan. She was almost blind, and hurt in her good arm. Foolhardy she might be, but she wasn't stupid. \n\nSo she moved a little slower, following after him while keeping an eye out for what she could see going on. Where there more people? There were. Thank the gods, because she wasn't for sure what use she'd be just now. \n\nAnd even less of a use with her glasses broken. \n\nThe snap of the glass seemed to carry to her ears in some strange silence. Like the rest of everything else either wasn't going on, it wasn't as important. \"No…\" She whispered, the word coming out with a breath of air. She stopped moving in her disbelief. \"Fuck, Fuck fuck. Fuckity fuck.\"\n\nThe creatures howling kicked her body back into action. She shifted a few steps closer to the group, unthinking, as she felt the familiar tingle of fire at the tips of her fingers. Her emotions had always been hot, but now that sometimes came with real heat. The shock, the anger at the loss of her glasses, and the adrenaline of the fight was a lot of fuel to both preverbal and literally fire. She had to get things in check or it could be very dangerous to be around her. She hadn't noticed how close she had made it towards the others without tripping up herself, she felt like she was crackling, but she knew that was in her head. Glancing towards the much closer fight, she could see that things were going alright. Or at least not drastically bad. It was hard to identify when things were fuzzy colored shapes. One of the men seemed to have the last beast pinned down, and it had been bleeding before, the arrrow shaft likes shapes she could see had likely done it enough damage that they wouldn't need her help. Perhaps, and hopefully so, the fire that bubbled in her wasn't needed.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Sinys: Lyn's Hunt\n\nSinys shivered when he heard breaking glass, well there went that prospect. Then he felt an intense and obviously magical heat, from that he gathered two ideas. The first was practical, the second... Well the second was down right scary. Though why was it that Sinys could not feel the heat anylonger? Was her emotions a fuel to her strength? Did she doubt herself as well? She had too or losing her glasses would not be such a bother. He placed a hand on Helena's shoulder gently \"Hone your anger, burn it coldly or it could get in your way. Embers are hotter and last longer than a flame.\" He said sensing her anger lightly, and was trying to think of something worth saying. He was honestly surprised that he picked up on it at all. \n\nHe hoped that his words were comforting her as much as he could \"At least you have something left, don't belittle it or I'll be offended.\" He said not knowing how to convey himself properly. Most likely he seemed to be lying, he was most certainly blushing from embarrassment that he had dampened her spirits. \n\nHe decided to give her the ideas he managed to gather \"First could you light an arrow for me?.\" He begged a favor holding the arrow up shallowly. He only waited for a short amount of time before nocking the bow and adjusting for angles again. He was going to fire either way \"Now, see if you cannot touch the beast and release your frustration on it point blank. Maybe even use an arrow as a conduit?\" He suggested hoping to rekindle her attitude. He released his arrow and started forward satisfied with his vitals recovery \"When we get out of this alive, I'll show you how to fight blind.\" He said flatly, he was not entirely sure that they would come up victorious. However he wasn't going to give that impression at this point. \n\nHe reflected on whether or not his words would hold weight so he turned and made an awkward smile in stride \"I do a good job hiding that I'm blind right?\" He asked with the voice he reserved for his mother filled with warmth. He didn't like doing such, but he saw value in this one. It made his hands itch for a fight that would push himself further.", "username": "EthTenshi", "char_name": "Sinys Erweinoc Luf'firio" } ]

[ { "text": "Baulder\n\nBaulder looked up from his tome when he heard cracking what he could only describe as stretching as vines began to over take and entangle the suit of armor. Baulder began to laugh at the sudden misfortune of the suit of armor, not knowing why exactly everything seemed to exist to inconvenience him. Baulder started laughing so hard tears began to well in his eyes. For a few seconds he managed to open his eyes and saw E'nasha quickly making her way over to his table. He had seen her a few moments ago waving at him, a gesture which he had returned. But he was made to suddenly close his eyes again as tears began flowing. His stomach was starting to hurt from laughing so hard when E'nasha addressed him.\n\nHe managed to start calming himself down and to keep down enough air to form words. \"Hi E'nasha, all of the seats are yours if you want them. The armor man... gives me a good laugh.\" Baulder managed to trail off his laugh and began wiping the tears from his eyes. He let out a kind of half laugh half sigh which then finished with him just grinning. \"Sorry I haven't seen you much, blood sickness I learned was a thing that happens to us. I've been... recovering from that.... thing after the catacomb trip. How have you err... been lately?\" Baulder managed to tack the last sentence on as he had been learning it was proper \"social\" etiquette to do when talking to someone. Easedropping on the people around him had become a useful skill for him recently. It was the main way he found out that some lady named \"Mar\" was sick or afflicted with something due to a hunt of some sort around the same time Baulder was put in the infirmary.\n\nHe had learned bits and pieces about several goings on at the college while he was laying helpless in that bed. The only thing he had found really important was that there was a baking contest that he had not been able to attend do to his weakened state. These thoughts of missing out on baked goods had been weighing heavily on Baulder's mind as of late.", "username": "cqbexpt", "char_name": "\"Scarred hand\", \"Midnight\", Baulder" }, { "text": "Keri Wolf\n\nThe vampire noticed that her friend nodded at the meantioned of the college's only child. The child was growing rather fast which caused fear to longer in the air like a cloud in the sky. The young woman only knew what Mar had told her, which was only about Naga, though the concern was clearly displayed in the air. The growth for the last two week had been rather fasinating as well as frightening to Keri. Granted it was only when the kid had only stepped inside the forge for a bit. The real question was if the hybrid would be alright out in the real world. Humans could be very cruel to those who were different which would most likely hurt the child though after the Hunt she seemed to have gotten stronger in her opinion.\n\n\"Sure let's go find Lyn. I think is saw her in the courtyard somewhere.\" Annabeth said to Keri.\" It's settled then. Let's go find Rabbit.\" the vampire said while using a nickname she would call Lyn sometimes.\n\nThe young woman followed the older one out of the mess hall and into the courtyard once more. There were stundents either walking around or studying depending on their mood it would seemed to be at that specific moment. No surprise since the teacher were busy trying to keep the enemies from the hunt had suddenly disappeared. The worst part was they all seemed to be at their wits end with all this stress upon their shoulders along with the private and regular classes. The vampire could tell this would be a bit harder than her friend had originally thought since there was more people outside now. Keri didn't quite know what Annabeth was doing but she could guess. The older woman's Mageblood was Physcomancy so ten to one that was what she was using to find her. Granted no one was as powerful as Satori according to the students. Who would have prodicted that the strangest person from the young woman's village would have been one of the great teacher in the college.\n\nEventually it seemed that Annabeth had found Lyn since she had pulled the vampire to the side. Her green ring was now out in the open showing a very small part of her plan. \"Let's surprise Lyn. Just be careful of her bear, it's temper is almost as bad as Tyrael's.\" was the 'brilliant' suggestion the older woman said which caused the younger one to roll her eyes. \" I don't think that is the best idea considering what Rabbit has been through Annabeth. I know you want to have some fun but I just don't think it's the best idea right now plus I don't think it would work. I'm pretty sure she could smell us coming a mile away.\" Keri said before walking toward the child and the other woman from the hunt. \" Hey Rabbit!\" she called.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" } ]

[ { "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": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth pouted hearing that Keri wasn't interested in her little game. Not that keri also wasn't right that Lyn couldn't sense them. Ever since her hunt, Lyn has to be more perspective. But all the more reason Annabeth needed to hone her own magics. She used to think that being invisible would be a good enough edge. But during that fight, that masked man was able to track her flawlessly. He was even able to see her arrows, which were not only invisible but faster than most people could see. And then there was the naga… Annabeth knew that right now, her magic simply wasn't strong enough. She needed to be able to subvert more than just sight; she needed to be able to manipulate and trick all the senses.\n\nBut Annabeth could practice her magic later. Right now she and Keri were just relaxing, so Annabeth followed the vampire to the little girl. Well, young girl. Lyn wasn't very little anymore. Barely a year old but she was nearly an adult in height. Annabeth still feels this growth spurt is very strange and unnatural, more so for a long-lived race like the naga, but Annabeth just assumed that the gods had a reason for people like her. It wasn't Annabeth's place to question it. Soon the vampire and Lyn embraced one another, with Annabeth walking up from behind keri and waving at Lyn and Helena. \n\n\"Hello! You must be Helena, right? I remember seeing you. I don't think I've ever thanked you for your help, have I? My name is Annabeth Gulch. How are you?\" Annabeth remembered Helena, vaguely. It was a frantic mess after the hunt, so there was no time for formalities. But now things were more peaceful, Annabeth had the chance to properly introduce herself. Of course she also needed to greet Lyn too. \"Morning Lyn, are you just by yourself today?\" Annabeth asked she she was quietly hoping to have a hug too.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "[h1][color=silver][center]Keri Wolf[/h1][/color][/h1]\n\nThe mulberry tree seemed to be at full bloom, as if trying to help everyone forget all about the missions. The excitement from Lyn only showed that shown that she wasn't affected as much than when Annabeth had taken her back to the college during the hunt. Though the mental scars would still be there no matter how much the child talked about it or at least in Keri's mind. A grin worked it's way on the vampire's lips, exposing a white fang on one side which wasn't really noticeable unless you knew what you were looking for, as the hybrid moved for a hug. Her red eyes watched as something brown seemed to worm it's way off the kid's shoulder and then settled down on upon the ground. The bear must be almost as new by now but truthfully the vampire wasn't really sure. \n\nThe young woman gave the hybrid a hug only releasing when she gave a slight shiver. Annabeth's scent filled the air causing her head to suddenly turn to see what the human decided to do. Though to Keri's surprise the woman had decided against the prank granted she didn't seem quite happy about Lyn giving a hug to her first. A claw like hand just gently ruffled the girl's hair before the human spoke.\"Hello! You must be Helena, right? I remember seeing you. I don't think I've ever thanked you for your help, have I? My name is Annabeth Gulch. How are you?\" she said causing the young woman to raise an eyebrow as she finished and addressed Lyn.\"Morning Lyn, are you just by yourself today?\"\n\nThe vampire shifted to the child's other side then leaned down in front of the bear just noting that it could walk now.\" Alright buddy just think of this as a check up. Hey Lyn did he started walking after I gave him back or when Ucile took a look at him? If so I would love to ask my teacher where I went wrong.\" she said turning the stuffed animal around again while it growled at her.\" Okay. Sorry. I didn't realize that you were against everyone else touching you.\" Keri said as she raised her hands in defeat before her red eyeslooked up toward Helena.\" Thanks for your help during the hunt. We really appreciate it.\" she said bringing her right hand down for a handshake.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" } ]

[ { "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": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nSmiling at Lyn's warm embrace, Annabeth gave the girl a hug herself. Keri had a chat with Lyn about her stuffed bear. Annabeth didn't know the whole detail of the thing, only that Uicle made it for Lyn as her guardian. Some sort of golem hiding steal daggers or something along those lines. As far as guardians go, Annabeth supposed that a stuffed toy wasn't the worse. Though she wondered if Lyn would eventually out grow such things. It might be fine for a little girl, but it would be strange if Lyn matured into an adult woman yet still carried around the little brown bear.\n\nAnnabeth also noticed Lyn's jumpiness. She didn't need to read Lyn's mind to know that ever since the attack, Lyn has been... Careful. Now that she thought more of it, Annabeth felt some guilt about wanting to surprise Lyn. True she was maturing far faster than anyone or anything else Annabeth has ever known, but Lyn was still naive and innocent. Even if everyone was ultimately safe from that disaster, Annabeth could imagine Lyn having some mental scars due to it.\n\nLyn then mentioned that she had been gathering mulberries to make into a pastry for Tyrael. Annabeth knew that Lyn was someone Tyrael holds precious to him, but in his currently unstable mentality, Annabeth was uncertain if it would be alright for Lyn to be around him. While he may certainly mean well, from what Annabeth heard, Tyrael intended to kill some of the students to protect the ones he loved. Annabeth is afraid of finding out what else he would do for his loved ones, or to them for that matter. \"I'm a pretty good baker. And if you want, I could bring it to Tyrael later. He tends to go to Underhaven a lot so I can give it to him during work.\" While Annabeth does think that maybe Tyrael needs to spend some time with his \"Family\", she doesn't want him anywhere near Lyn after his trips to Underhaven. She has no idea how much booze it takes to make him tipsy, but she wasn't going to let Tyrael near Lyn whenever he's reeking of booze. Being Lyn's drunken uncle was just going to be a set up for a tragedy, Annabeth knows it.\n\n\"How many berries did you get Lyn? If you have enough, we could make it into something easy like a pie. Or we can make it into a jam and go from there.\"", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" } ]

[ { "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": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth quietly watched as everyone started gathering around Lyn. She had only stopped by to say hi, but now it seemed like there was going to be a little impromptu party. Keri teased Annabeth about not knowing what a mulberry tree was, to which Annabeth's face grew red. \"Well excuse me, I read minds, not trees!\" She didn't mean anything bad from it however. Annabeth was merely returning Keri's tease with her own. Still, Annabeth felt uneasy with Tyrael around. She's heard of what he did back at the catacombs, and while she doubts he would dare do something while they were in the college, and near Lyn, Annabeth never trusted him since day one. Annabeth decided to quickly place herself away from Tyrael which brought her to Helena. Looking at her closer, Annabeth noticed the... Things on her face. They looked like some sort of glass mask. Annabeth's never seen anything like them before. \"Say Helena... What are those?\" Annabeth pointed towards her glasses.\n\nTyrael Marchrosias\n\nSlowly, a small smile cracked on the old demon's face. Being around Lyn always brought his spirits up. It put his demons at bay. Lyn asked Colette how she managed to get Tyrael out, but he was more than willing to answer himself. \"With a strong arm and not taking no for an answer.\" He looked up into the trees and noticed that the mulberries were ripe. That reminded him that it was around the same time for some of the animals to come back to the forests. Most of the natural predators have already moved on, leaving the land ripe for game. He debated taking Lyn out for a hunt. But her first, proper hunt should be overseen by Mar. Thinking about her made Tyrael feel sad. He distracted himself with Lyn instead.\n\n\"Now then, what are you doing out here Lyn? Not causing any trouble are you?\"", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\n\nHelena had momentarily zoned out when Annabeth spoke to her and brought her back into focus. It took her brain another second to figure out what she was talking about. People more often asked about the ring through her nose and not her glasses, and when they did, they wanted to see just how bad her eyesight was. It was amusing to them to take them and put them on and see how blurry or big things became for them. It wasn't so funny to her after awhile. Like people pointing out her freckles and bright hair. She knew she had them. It didn't change daily. \n\n\"Glasses,\" she laughed, pushing them back up her nose some. \"They help me see. Kinda almost blind without them. Have you never seen someone with glasses before?\" That was a little strange. She knew not everyone who might need them would have them, like her father who could really use some, but still there had to have been someone else with them. Especially in a place where people read books often.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" } ]

[ { "text": "Colette Filiatraut\n\nColette met eyes with Lucillia and nodded. \"We're going to be eating first. I am feeling hungry after staying up most of the night. Oh the next batch of blood candies are ready.I used a different type of surger to see if it would make a difference to the candy and see if it would add anything different. They are sitting on my desk if you want to grab them and test them out\" Colette said. She adjusted her hat clip on her head a little as it was trying to slide down the thin silky black tresses.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nMeirin smiled and laced her fingers in front of her face. \"True, though I'm still not quite that good at flying. I think a competition would be a great idea, though the pride of some people in Djarkel might not take kindly to losing. I'll admit... I don't like losing either. And I'm not worried about any mundane threats. I've fought bandits for most of my life, if anything we should be more worried about a Djarkel Winter. Djarkel was already a cold and hostile place, and the winter introduces the living to the dead.\" Meirin remembered one time when she was escorting travelers through the winter, instead of facing off against bandits who knew better than to be out when it's cold, she had to fight off undead. They were weak, sure, but numerous. And it was unnerving to see people who should be dead moving about and fighting. Even slicing their heads off didn't stop them. She wondered what it would have taken...\n\nHer attention was broken when she heard someone singing. She glanced at first, before noticing it was Tyrael and Lyn. Meirin has met Tyrael very few times, despite how often she teaches Lyn basic self-defense. Part of her couldn't accept Tyrael for being a demon, and certainly not after what he did in the catacombs. He literally lost control of the situation and nearly killed not only Mar's people, but the students too. It was a good thing the others were diplomatic, or else Meirin wouldn't know what would have stopped Tyrael. More importantly however, Lyn seemed happy, if a bit beat up. Meirin was understanding of this at least: while she was never so hard that they needed to see Sam, Meirin felt that a few scrapes and bruises were good to help Lyn get accustomed to pain. She needed to know how it was like to take a hit, though Meirin teaches her to dodge more often than block or deflect.\n\n\"Lyn! Lyn, come sit over here!\" Meirin called out to the girl just as Tyrael walked into the kitchen. Meirin scooted over so Lyn where she could be directly across Ssarak. Meirin knew that Ssarak has been seeing Lyn and her mother for therapeutically reasons. Meirin wished she could come, but more often then not Meirin was busy with her own classes when Ssarak would go talk to them, or she's doing her own therapy session talking to Khan. So Meirin enjoyed these rare few chances were she and Lyn could talk in person.\n\nMyrn Vaan'Atisha\n\n\"Because you're just a cute lil ball of fire, that's why!\" Truly, the snow elf warmed Myrn's heart and body. Mostly body, since Myrn was still a bit chilly despite the extra furs she put on. While they were fine keeping her warm in the halls and buildings, just one walk through the courtyard has left her legs soaked and freezing her toes. She could really use a fire to warm her feet right about now. \"At first I thought it was rather ironic that a snow elf would be a pyromancer, but now that I think about it, it's much more useful! You're easily resistant to the cold but others aren't, so you can use your magic to help keep others warm. Of course, holding you close is all that I need to be nice and toasty!\" Myrn nuzzled Aramir's cheek, showing a level of affection she showed absolutely no one. Even if someone accidentally brushed into her, Myrn would give that person a look as if she intended to murder them on the spot. Not the case with Aramir. She was too small and cuddly to hurt.\n\nThough as she was holding the snow elf and walking away, Myrn remembered that she did actually want to ask Aramir something. So shifting Aramir in her arms, Myrn took out a piece of paper for Aramir to see. It was a flyer asking for students to go to Yarosmere and investigate the situation there. \"I was thinking about going to Yarosmere. Some crazy stuff is happening down there, and I could use someone to watch my back.\" Raising Aramir up a bit higher, Myrn whispered into her ear. \"I know you're already familiar with it...\" Myrn gave Aramir a dark chuckle as she remembered that fond memory so long ago.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "E'nasha Williams\n\nOh yeah, the Roc… Honestly E'nasha had almost completely forgotten the experience. It seemed so long ago now. \"Well for the how: I was caught and carried away by the Roc at some point just before my friend El'kan and I would have made it here to the college. I passed out before getting to it's nest and woke up there not too long before the mages on that mission arrived… As for why, hungry Roc, I guess.\" She didn't really think there was anything else to say, but even to her the explanation she gave seemed a little, lacking. \"It was terrifying for the time it lasted, but it all turned out ok, so… I sincerely hope that doesn't happen to anyone else.\" \n\nAs she finished her little story, Baulder seemed to realize that Annabeth had joined the table, because he immediately went into a second fit of choking and coughs. He recovered a little quicker this time, and greeted Annabeth properly in a moment, but E'nasha couldn't hold back a laugh at Helena's comment to him. \"She's right. There's no rush and no need to endanger yourself by biting off more than you can chew, literally.\" She smiled lightheartedly at Baulder as he started to tell her what a nice person Annabeth is. Sometimes when Baulder spoke it seemed like he was just saying his thoughts out loud, jumping between words as they came to him. When she'd first met him it had been hard for her to understand exactly what he meant when he spoke, but now she realized that she was used to filling in the little blanks that had been so confusing months ago.\n\n\"Calling someone a good chap isn't really endearing, it's more of a complement. Terms of endearment are like, nicknames or pet-names. For example, if I called you Bauldy instead of Baulder, you could consider that endearing.\" She laughed slightly at the end of her sentence. She never intended to ever call him Bauldy ever again, at least not out loud, it seemed a little too silly. As Baulder went back to eating she realized she was the only one at the table just sitting there, having finished all her food already. She excused herself for a moment, saying she'll be right back before taking her plate over to the serving tables. She wasn't still hungry, but it felt awkward being the only one not eating. \n\nShe picked up a couple different fruits before turning to go back to the table, only to nearly drop her tray as El'kan suddenly stepped in front of her. \"Been looking for you E'nasha. I thought you woulda got outta bed sooner.\" El'kan was quiet, a look of worry on his face. \"I should have stayed with you. Are you ok?\"\n\nE'nasha sighed and smiled brightly at her friend after a second. \"I'm fine. It was just a nightmare, but I guess I needed a little more time this time. Getting up was the hard part, but the day's already better!\" She paused for a moment and glanced over to the table Baulder and the others were at. \"You've eaten already I guess? Have you checked the Missions board?\"\n\n\"Yes and Yes. We're going home, right? To Yarosmere?\" \n\n\"Yeah. But first, I wanna introduce you to some people.\" She smiled and took El'kan's hand before he could protest, pulling him over to the table and pretty much pushing him into the seat next to hers as she sat back down next to Baulder as she had been before. She placed the small plate of fruit between her and El'kan before taking a small breath and tapping Baulder on the shoulder to make sure his attention was grabbed without a third round of choking. \n\n\"Everyone, this is my friend El'kan. El'kan, this is Baulder, Annabeth, and Helena.\" She motioned towards each of them as she said their names, hopefully El'kan wouldn't mix them up.\n\n\"Uh, nice to meet you all.\" He cast a slightly confused glance at her before taking one of the fruits off the plate and taking a bite of it, waiting for someone else to speak.", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" } ]

[ { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\n\nShe looked at Annabeth a little confused for a moment before she remembered what her magic was. And even then she was a little uncertain what it was she was exactly going to do to help with her hangover. But she was willing to let her try anything right now if it would improve her day any. Even if it just took off the edge while her body handled the rest. \n\nBut when the relief did come she let out a soft little moan of pleasure. \"You my dear girl are a beautiful, beautiful angel. I could kiss you right now.\" And she didn't sound like that was a joke either. Or at least she didn't sound like it was totally a joke. \n\nShe was distracted for a moment by the arrival of song, she watched him go past, eyebrow quirked before shaking her head and turning back to find that not only had Baulder just stopped eating all of a sudden, but E'nasha had also returned with a friend. These people were all so weird. Really. She thought where she had grown up was weird, being a port city opened things up to the strange, but here, maybe because she was actually talking with them and she noticed it more was just different. \n\nShe finished up her breakfast after waving hello to the new commer. \"Well I hate to eat and run,\" she sighed, standing up, \"But I have a mission to be packing for that I neglected finishing up last night.\"", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Keri Wolf\n\nThe young woman watched as the other two interacted with each other. Her eyebrow raised when Lucilia mentioned something about there being missions already up. Her head shook as she tried to hide a yawn. Thankfully Colette had this covered so it would be logical to assume that they were both up rather late, which was kind of true. \" What missions? I mean as far as I'm aware there are not any up.\" the girl commented before continuing. \" Would you like to join us Lucilia? I mean I know Colette would like the company after breakfast since I need to see Khan.\" she commented while giving Colette a cheeky smile.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" } ]

[ { "text": "Baulder\nUnknown\n\nBaulder only got a second to look around before the urge to vomit overwhelmed him. He spilled the contents of his stomach out and dropped to his knees and leaned over. He did his best to not spill it on himself. He could taste the jerky he had eaten on the wagon and the small amount of soup he'd been able to eat at the table mixed with bile. He was slightly annoyed as he had quite enjoyed that soup. After wiping off his mouth he looked over to see Mar wobbling much like she had been the whole trip. But before Baulder could yell at the recovering snake lady he was pulled up into the air again by more rock which, once again, caught his foot and caused him to be flipped onto his back. Still sore from last time Baulder actually groaned when he hit the ground this time. He barely managed to miss his vomit as he rolled over. He threw his hands back and threw himself up onto his feet using his weight.\n\nHe orientated himself to the new rock wall and put his hand on it. When he noticed that a new lady was speaking about keeping them restrained he noticed she looked a bit more, distinguished. She spoke with something, authority maybe? It was something Tyrael did sometimes, it was strange to notice here. \"And I was having a nice meal thank you. Then that prophet man had to go and make a wall oooooohhhh great. Then he had to go and blow that guy up, I was having such a good time trying local foods.\" \n\nAs he said that he was reminded of E'nasha and he panicked for a moment before he heard her speak and he realized she was probably ok. He turned towards her voice and began to move towards her hand outstretched to help her but then Mar moved to her side first. Baulder growled at the snake women. \"You Mar, had to stop John yes? Of all the times I've seen you not let insults go unpunished, of all the people, you, you I wouldn't think. Bah! Some other time.\" Baulder's tone then changed on a dime to a much more soft and caring tone. Something he had actually seen the snake lady do to her daughter. \"E'nasha my dear, are you alright?\" Baulder felt his face heat up as he heard the snake lady continue to insult his actions and his intelligence. Something was stopping him, maybe it was E'nasha being between them? Maybe, maybe, he would need to think about it later. \n\nRubbing his sore shoulder blades Baulder turned to the older woman and responded in a reasonably even tone considering how frustrated he was with the snake lady. \"Yes, an explanation would be nice. Both for the attack and the portal. The portal is of particular interest if you have the time that is.\"", "username": "cqbexpt", "char_name": "\"Scarred hand\", \"Midnight\", Baulder" }, { "text": "Nox Alignment Ceremony\n\n,@Lucius Cypher, @May, & @Luna\n\n\nWALK CRAWLER\n\nAs the wall crawler retreated to the wall, one of her delicate smaller arms reached back then grasped the arrow embedded in her abdomen. With a few furious tugs the shaft came loose. Black blood spilled from her veins and the split open carapace, the white stringy muscle dangled out through the opening and laid across her ass end. He head turned toward the incoming bodies rushing to her now freed meal. The number was more than she bargained on causing her frustration to boil to the surface and her throat to rattle, her thinner hand dropped the now broken shaft. When it dropped, the sound vibrated off the stone work until the echo vanished deep into the Nox. \n\nHer large arachnid backside bent at a nearly impossible curve and back legs gripped onto the wall, scaling the seemingly smooth surface onto the roof easily. Among the corners, the students would notice the thick webbing strings stretched across the surface declaring this area her nesting ground. Slowly several more eyes slit open to reveal a few smaller males creeping from the darkness. About six if anyone was to count through their realization of a sudden increase of numbers. \n\nOriginally the female beast had hoped to get her meal and scrambled out before the others awoke. However, with the conflict, there was little chance for her to gain a greedy portion now. While in the farthest corner, her head tilted behind her as she examined her wound. It had been so long since something had made it past her carapace and drawn blood. \n\nGingerly her smaller, delicate little arms tenderly stuffed back in the white strings of her muscles back into her abdomen where they would mend in time. While the group gradually collected themselves, Helena tapped her light where barely a fade glow erupted to Annabeth gripped Colette's hand, when the female's head snapped up abruptly. Her eight eyes stared into the distance with expectancy then rattled a warning hiss. Promptly all the wall crawlers scattered into the tunnel. \n\n NOX SHIFTING\n\nA low, subtle rumble began. Rumble...rumble...rumble… at first, it could've easily been mistaken for a much worse creature trapped within the Nox. A beast with a ferocious appetite. It grew louder the longer the party stayed in wait before the floor started to quiver and gradually quake. Their feet slipped underneath them as they crashed into the floor without warning, the very stone work starting to crack and shift beneath them. A large fissure formed between Colette's and Annabeth's hand (assuming they were able to keep hold) while a stone wall shot up from the darkness within. In moments, Colette and her demons were separated from the rest when she vanished from sight. \n\nThe wall facing Annabeth then grinded toward to her coming to stop just inches in front of her. Another wall rocketed toward Althalus, his knowledge about solid walls effect if they hit him were unknown, threatened his very life when it shot toward him. Considering he hadn't went through the floor it was best to assume that the wall could easily crush him even in ghost mode. Helena-being a bit from the rest- found her floor slanted upward at an angle enough to slide her back into Annabeth. Upon hitting, they crashed against the wall in an entanglement of limbs and arms. \n\nWhen the walls stopped shifting, they would find at their side a newly revealed path. And one student short.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nThe death of the bird made Ssarak's next decision for him. He saw Lyn re-enter the gala and intended to speak with her, but there was first another matter that quickly presented itself to him. He felt pressure against his ward, much more than before. Fortunately, his training clued him in to the nature of this attack, being that it originated from a group of psychomancers. This was not something he could ignore. \n\nIt did not take long at all for Ssarak to react. He leaned himself up against the nearest wall and placed his concentration first in to his own defense. He reached his hand into one of his pockets and placed his hand over one of the psychomancy runes the college had supplies to each student. He did not yet need it, but if he found himself starting to be overwhelmed, he could use it to bolster his defense. He hoped it would not become necessary, as this was his first real challenge at the gala. The first chance to demonstrate to at least a part of the Djarkel court the might that the College could bring to bear. \n\nSsarak could have attempted a wide concentration attack against each of his opponents at once, but that was not his specialization. His expertise was in focused concentration, he felt he could overcome that particular limitation with some creativity that played to his strengths. With his expert focused ability, he could break through a weak ward quickly, and often without notice. So, he quickly surveyed his attackers as best as he could and singled out the weakest ward he could locate within the few seconds he gave himself. From there, he worked to break through as quickly as he could while still maintaining his own ward. Once he was through, he intended to maximize the effect with the least amount of magical effort as possible. The psychomancers attacking him were all across the room, but their locations would be irrelevant. He would influence his target's psychomantic \"perceptions\" to direct him or her to attack the wards of one of his allies, specifically the strongest ward of an attacker that Ssarak could currently identify, all while still thinking that they were attacking Ssarak's wards. The result of this single action would be threefold: one less opponent would be directing attacks on Ssarak's ward, another opponent's attacks would be weakened by the sudden attacks against their ward, and Ssarak would gain unwitting help in retaliating against his attackers. All-in-all, it would have a fairly drastic impact on the mental battle compared to the amount of effort Ssarak had to put into his trick. And the more times he could do it, the more times the effect would compound. As long as he could maintain his own ward, it would not be long before the advantage turned towards him. He would just need to think of an appropriate punishment for his opponents that was not too extreme.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nThis was an interesting development. Ssarak was by no means an expert on vampires, but he had a basic education from the College. He had never heard of a natural vampiric child, and it was no small matter if one was suddenly born. Even if nothing else happened during their mission, that would certainly be a piece of information of interest to Lucilia. \n\nSsarak felt little in the way of anxiety when approaching the Baron. He did not come from a place where the leadership were considered unapproachable to the average person, so he could speak with the confidence befitting a diplomat. \n\n\"It is a pleasure to be here.\"\" Ssarak responded, returning the Baron's polite and pleasant greeting. \"College life has been personally treating me quite well. In times such as these, it is hard for anyone to truly say that all is well, but the College continues to be a place of learning and strength. I can tell you, it is like another world entirely compared to the Scorched Lands, but I would not consider leaving it. Apart from assignments, of course. Lucilia is the one who requested that we attend. I am sure she would have liked to have visited herself, but she has many duties to keep her busy.\" Ssarak explained.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Yarosmere, Unknown Location\n\nSahra looked at E'nasha. \"We've tried to find others. There are none. No one else is resisting anywhere in Yarosmere. There are not attacks, no protestations, no outcries. We are the only ones left with the will to resist. The rest are just mindless slaves to the Prophet. As for the Naga...they are all dead. The three main ones have been eradicated, as have more than half of the minor villages. The other ones are abandoned. We believe that they fled into the Ravine of Demons. Regardless, they are long out of our reach.\" She couldn't help but smirk as Baulder approached. \"Down the on the right, second carved out entrance on your left. Plenty of food to devour to your heart's content. Hopefully, it'll be enough to keep you satisfied until we're ready to save your friends.\"\n\n\"As I said, Mak and I will be at the back, planning the rescue of your friends. What little weapons and armor we have is off to the right, the medical section is off the left, and the bunks are over there, if you'd like to catch some sleep. There's little else to do now. If you have any questions you can ask anyone here, or join Mak and I in the planning.\" With a smile and a small bow, Sahra turned and followed Mak.\n\nAlthalus\n\n\"Nope. Fuck that.\" Althalus replied, going to leave the opposite direction of the noise. He sighed and came to a stop as the others began to move towards the sounds of death and murder.\"They're probably already dead. And we certainly can't help anyone else if we are all dead trying to save corpses. Right? You're not going to listen to me are you. Althalus sighed again, reluctantly turning around. \"Why can't I ever be paired with the pragmatic and pessimistic people?", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus 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": "Leith Calder\n\nOnce Leith had finished talking with Bryland, it was time that the baron made his appearance with his son. A child borne of a vampire with the blessing of a god. An impressive thing indeed. After people started gathering, Leith decided to go find his group. As they made their way to the baron, Leith noticed that Lyn looked a bit nervous. As she was glancing between the two Esyire guards he walked up to her. \n\n\"You know, you might burn holes in their armor if you stare hard enough,\" Leith said in a light tone, trying to lighten the mood. \"Relax, they won't bite, not unless you try anything violent.\" He thought for a moment before chuckling quietly. \"Out of everyone gathered here that might be the most true thing I said.\" He frowned. \"Unless They're vampires as well. You know, I don't think I've actually seen an Esyire vampire before. How would the albinism affect them, I wonder...\" Leith trailed off for a few moments before realizing what he had done and glancing back at Lyn. Ssarak had finished talking, and Meirin had joined him in addressing the baron.\n\n\"Anyway, what I was trying to say was relax, and get ready to greet the baron and his family.\" With that said he walked up beside Ssarak and Meirin, bowing to the baron before speaking. \n\n\"But that's enough about us. I do believe a congratulations is in order. It is not often that one receives a blessing from a god. Although, that could mean that you may be under more scrutiny than others now.\" Leith chuckled. \"You said you attended the College. What were you there for; Knowledge, or Magic?\"\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nDarius Jura\n\nDarius had been caught off guard by the swiftness and power of the old man. Once the slaughter, there was no other word to describe it, was over, he stared hard at the man. He was certain that what he saw had to do with magic of some kind. His time at the college taught him that anything seemingly out of the bounds of normal people could be explained with magic of some kind. He kept his thoughts to himself as he felt that if the worst possible scenario happened, they would be fighting him. All Darius needed to do was try and figure out what the man did. He followed the group, lost in thought.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" } ]

[ { "text": "E'nasha Williams ~ Unknown Cave, Yarosmere\n\n---\n\n\n\"Well, I actually didn't see anything that happened before we all got here. I was kinda pulled through a shadow portal against my will.\" E'nasha was being unnecessarily snippy at the Naga, and she knew it. But still, she sighed before turning to face Mar as the woman put a hand on her shoulder, listening as she continued. \"I'm not asking to be escorted to the palace itself or anything like that. Heck, maybe the whole 'involuntary' part was why I felt so sick the first time. Maybe this time, knowing what's gonna happen, I'll be ok... or less queasy at least.\"\n\nShe stood silently as Mar continued, a worried look on her face as she realized just how bad the situation could get as soon as they even get there. She waited until mar was done talking to pose an idea to the Naga. \"Maybe, you should stay here? Or we could work out a plan to deal with the possibility of being found out.\" She paused, glancing around at the others in the room before continuing. \"They don't know the extent of your magic yet. You could say that you like these traits and so you have them just because of that, and if they ask you to change to be more 'normal' you could tell them that that's just not how it works.. that it would take too long and too much energy to do?\"\n\n\"Although, that would be banking on the hope that they know nothing about Vitamancy...\" E'nasha trailed off as she looked to Mak and Sahra, wondering what they thought.", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" }, { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth braced herself for the beast's charge. No doubt it's vile horn could pierce her armor, but compared to some of the things she fought at the college, it was no more threatening than a knight on horseback; only a novice would fear his couched lance. Annabeth readied herself to parry the blow and riposte, but that's when she noticed that it began to sink into the ground. It was teleporting, and Annabeth lunged out to strike. Unfortunately she was just a moment too slow and her blade struck only empty air. Then, her magic lost track of the beast. It had plane shifted somewhere else, but no doubt it'll return soon. Annabeth didn't know if it could still sense them when they leave for another plane, but she didn't intend to stay and find out.\n\nShortly after the beast had fled she heard the surviving students argue among each other. The male with the rapier tried to assist the fallen girl, but in her hysteria she refused his help. No doubt the shock of such a brutal death has unhinged her. After their conversation the boy introduced himself as Drake and inquired about Annabeth. \"I'm Annabeth. We're students from the college too. I'm sorry, but we don't have much time to talk. That Nightmare might come back at any moment, and who knows what else might be here.\" Annabeth didn't let her guard down for a second. In this blasted pit, she wasn't going to. She went over to the girl who was still sobbing to herself, her voice gentle but firm. \n\n\"We have to go. You can't die here, she wouldn't want you to die here. Don't let her death be in vain.\" Annabeth thought about using her magic on the girl, but a twist in her arm told Annabeth that she was already pushing herself with the magic. She clenched her teeth and cursed to herself. She had said that she was going to save these students, weather they wanted to or not. So Annabeth was only going to give this girl one chance to come with her, or Annabeth will drag her if she had to. \"Come on... Let's go.\"\n\nDIPLOMACY MISSION\n\nThe old maid in blue nodded her head and led the others back to their carrige. Along the way they were handed their things, and in Ssarak's belongings was a leather bound book. Inside were details about various other barons who have been \"compromised\" by demonic influences. Whether they were vampires, mortals, or even those who scorn magic, this book had information on those who have suddenly shifted their interest in favor of demons. There was some notes hypothesizing and confirming either corruption or even take over. Indeed, the sheer amount of Barons who had converted or were being pressed by the demonic forces was startlingly large. There was a lot of work the college needed to do.\n\nAfterwards, the college students were whisked away to their next task. They had another party to attend to, this time for a new Baron. His name was Baron Praxis, and he was the new inheritor of the title after his father had passed away a year ago. The students would be attending the party and giving him their congratulations in the form of a gift selected by Lucilia. It was a large ornate ironwood box, with a lock to prevent anyone from peeking inside. The details of what was inside of the box was not told to the others, only that it was emphasized that this box reach the new baron as soon as possible.\n\nIt wasn't long until the students arrived to the city. Everyone seemed to be celebrating the raise of the new baron, and the streets were filled with festivities. Stalls selling the best of their goods, children running about with toys, and merriment everywhere. For a land that was suppose to be embroiled in war and strife, people seemed happy. But that didn't mean all was well. As the carriage the students were in was stopped due to a parade, something landed on the top of the carriage. Shortly after someone jumped from the carriage and started to run. For those who investigated, they could see that someone had just stolen the box that Lucilia had asked to be delivered to the baron. The one who stole it was a large figure, about as bit as Ssarak. Yet he moved swiftly. The students must act quickly if they wish to catch the man.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "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": "Althalus\n\nHe cursed as the room began shaking again, and he heard the snort of the Nitemare charging again. Of course this happens, why would we ever get a single stupid break in this stupid place. He complained to himself, hoping the group would hurry up and not try to be heroes. Of course, one of his own group decided to prove him wrong. Colette tried to make a fight against the Nitemare when speed was of the essence and stupid heroics were not. \"Colette! We can kill it later, right now we need to stick together!\" Annabeth, who actually had a physical presence, went to grab her. \"Good enough!\" Unable to grab anyone himself, he settled for urging others into the room. \"Lets go lets go lets go. Annabeth and Colette can take care of themselves, and we don't want to end up like a great number of people have on this trip.\" When they didn't start moving fast enough for his liking, he turned to the only other person with physical presence for help. \"Helena, start pushing them. I can't do anything.\"\n\nSansar, Yarosmere\n\n\"Oh yeah, just don't offend the madman whose fanatics despise most of what the College stands for. Easy!\" Aramir replied. \"All the while hoping that he doesn't assume that our friends, having not returned from their kidnapping, have gone on to the side of the rebels and tries to capture us to ensure that he has bargaining chips.\" She smiled in an overly chipper way. \"Shouldn't be a problem at all!\" She glanced idly around, as if to ensure that no one was listening. \"So what's the plan if we have to suddenly run for our lives because we've some how offended the King?\"\n\n\"And what are we going to tell the College? Aside from the fact that the entire nation has gone insane.\"\n\nUnknown Location, Yarosmere\n\nSahra smiled softly, speaking as Mak rolled his eyes. \"We have no other choice. If anything it will help you act like you didn't enjoy your time staying here. We'll drop you off close to the palace. I suggest you have a story about how you escaped ready for the guards, lest they try to arrest you for being rebel collaborators.\"\n\nShe turned her gaze to Mar. \"While I doubt the madman will give you enough of a courtesy to actually go to an infirmary, we'll cover that eventuality as well. A psychomancy rune will be made and given to you, hiding all your non-human traits from examination. It'll only last a few hours, but that is all the time you'll need to get out of Yarosmere after the dinner. Trust me, you will not want to stay any longer than absolutely necessary in this Inferno-cursed country.\"\n\n\"To review, we're going to beat you so you're not considered traitors by the crown, ensure that any disguises you need are in place so you don't get revealed and killed, and be on hand if everything goes to an absolute disaster and you need to get out of the palace as fast as possible. Any questions or requests?\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": null }, { "text": "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": "Keri Wolf\nLocation: Hysteria, Djarkel\nMission: Diplomacy Mission\n\nThe young woman heard the sickening crack which came from the thief, making a smile creep on her lips. In a way the girl was happy at least one of the students were able to harm the human granted that the bloody man still had what they needed. Her hand gripped the shield in her hand tighter as the sword on her back gently patted her back. The vampire glanced from side to side, feet carrying her forward, in order to keep up with the hybrid child. Granted that the simple task wasn't proving to be much of a challenge. Yes, Lyn was much faster than a normal human being though at times it didn't feel like it. In a way time always seemed to stand still for Keri when running. The feeling was great in some aspects but in others it didn't allow her to feel human.\n \nPerhaps it was due to the newly piling stress that had began to make her feel this way. Maybe it was worry about her lover that added this unfamiliar though inside her mind. Whatever it was the vampire didn't enjoy the feeling. She made a mental note to see her teacher in order to release some of her anger out again. Maybe ask him to train with her after this damn mission was over.\n \nIn the corner of Keri's eyes was the color red showing in the light. This was the main thing that seemed to drag her out of her trance like thoughts. The hair color wasn't unusual at least in the young woman's mind set. Then again she could have been wrong. \" stop slipping into your own little world. Focus on protecting the others. Where's Lyn?\" she thought while looking around while continuing running forward.\n \nSsarak's words filled the girl's mind granted that they didn't make much sense at the moment. When her eyes caught a sliver a light then his words made much more sense. She managed to see a figure go upwards towards the rooftops and decided to follow suit, mentally bring thankful that the person was Lyn.\n \n\"Lyn can you manage to grab him with a vine? If so then I can make a move for the box. Though if that doesn't work I can at least injure his leg.\"", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nHelena was glad for the cease is shifting walls and floors, but she was still not very excited to be where they were. She followed along near the rear of the group, keeping pace easily despite her shorter legs, but she was used to following along after much taller men. \"C'mon c'mon,\" she kept muttering as she looked back over her shoulder in the darkness to see if there was anything behind them. She wanted to never see that beast again and she was praying to whatever god felt like listening that they wouldn't. But somehow, she figured that wouldn't actually work in her favor.\n\nShortly though, they came to something. And just one look into the room made her question if it was actually a better outcome than if they had to keep running from the Nitemare. Her hand held her knife tighter and she scanned the room quickly to see if there were any other ways out that didn't involve going by the figure with the eerie aura. \"Who is that?\" she asked quietly to those nearby her, hoping they knew more than her about the Nox, because she was sadly under informed about the whole thing.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" } ]

[ { "text": "Helena had watched with confusion, only partly hearing Althaus near her talking to basically himself with his own sarcastic comments. But that didn't last long as her confusion turned to something more like horror for a second before her brain felt like it was being melted. She clasped hands over her ears as she sunk to her knees, trying to block all the noise out. \n\nGasping and breathing hard, she looked up after a moment, pulling her hands from her head as Althaus spoke again. \"No, I thought I'd just throw them away willy nilly while we're in a literal place of death,\" she shot back, pulling them out and tossing a few underhand towards him, knowing he'd likely catch them. \n\nThe beasts seemed to surround them the longer that they didn't move. She looked around her quickly, regaining her feet as fast as she could, but her head still felt a little dizzy from the noise that had shattered her brain. She grabbed at her own knives as she stood, backing away a little from the nearest one, trying to see if she could figure out what it's little trick was that it was going to use against them. Would it be like the shadow's above? Would it use them to move along? Did they need more light, or less?\n\n\"What do they do?!\" she called to Darell. She didn't like the little shit, but he seemed to be the only one who knew anything about what was going on here. \"Aside from the tentacles and the probably bitting.\"", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Leith Calder\n\nLeith slowly made his way through the crowds, keeping an eye on the beacon that Ssarak created for the thief. He made sure to keep his arm concealed by his cloak so he didn't cause any alarm in the vast crowd. Movement caught his eyes on the rooftops in the direction Lyn had gone, and as he turned to see what was going on, his blood ran cold as Lyn miscalculated a jump and collided with the edge of the other roof and started sliding down. Luckily, Ssarak was there to catch Lyn before she got hurt. Breathing a sigh of relief, he returned to wading through the mass of merrymakers. As he approached the warehouse, Leith got the message from Ssarak and made his way towards an entrance, waiting for further instructions. \n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nDarius Jura\n\nThe desert at night was a beautiful sight. Darius sighed as he looked out into the night and reminisced of years past. This place, this land, it was his home, but because of the revolt and subsequent revolution, it no longer was. It was a hard fact, but it was one he had to accept. Now, all he could do is offer insight on what the college should do with the new Yarosmere. Darius glanced at the guards on the ramps and scoffed. These men were as green as they come. \n\nDarius figured that these men volunteered so they could have an advantage in any fight that came to them. As he watched them, he frowned as one of the guards started aiming their crossbow into the night. He followed the man's line of sight and his jaw dropped when he saw the man aiming at a group of people in the distance that were approaching.\n\nAs the snow elf made her quip, Darius quickly crossed the distance between him and the guard and stood before him. He glared down at the man as he spoke to him in a quiet tone. \"Has this revolution rocked Yarosmere so much so that her guardsmen shoot people they cannot see clearly?\" Darius glowered at the man before he continued. \"Lower that crossbow, before your superiors hear about this.\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Darius Jura" }, { "text": "Location-Nox\n\nColette gasped when the beast completely plowed past her. When she learned, a horrified look appeared on her face as she saw the walls collapsing and being sucked into a hole. Staggering to her feet, she took off running keeping the the wall same as the beast did to avoid the path. The hole seem to grow stronger, making it much harder to move, but she managed to escape and collapse to her knees. She watched as the exit sealed itself, the rumbling lowering in noise letting her ringing ears to calm down.\n\nLooking in front of her, all she could see was a pale shade blue color ahead of them, which was a deep contrast to the darkness that surrounded them. She could easily see through the darkness with her enhanced sense of sight. Standing back up, she followed the rest towards it, getting a feeling in her stomach that something bad was about to happen.\n\nIf only she knew how right she was about to be\n\nAs she walked towards the blue glow, she could hear Helena muttering under her breath and side glanced her. She could see the female looking behind them to make sure nothing else was following. Copying her movements,she also looked but saw nothing standing out in the darkness that seem to follow them,\n\nColette had to admit, this type of darkness was leaving her terrified and she had to place this at number two of the top ten worst experiences she could ever go through, for a reason. She absentmindedly touched her right shoulder, reason unknown to a lot except to a select few. On her right shoulder, though hidden well, was the one that would always stay number one.\n\n~In the circular room~\n\nAs they entered the doorway of a large circular room, Colette jumped when she heard something slam behind them. Looking, she paled even further as she saw the entrance was completely shrouded in darkness until nothing of an entrance was left, just a wall of solid stone.\n\n\"Who is that?\" she turned to Helena who asked and jumped when she followed Helena's eyes to see they were not alone in this large room. Her instincts screamed danger as she looked to the figure and she discreetly made her way over to Helena as the figure spoke.\n\n\"I see you've arrived at the heart of the Nox.\" Heart of the Nox? Colette thought to herself. Hearing that explained the danger feeling in her gut. The heart was the living part of any place or thing. Her eyes went back to the figure as he moved slightly to his left and spoke once more.\n\n\"Congratulations would be in order but sadly, it's short lived. I can't tolerate insects.\" Out of nowhere, all Colette could hear was a loud, ear piercing sound to erupt as the figure poke and prodded the Nox's core. Colette hunched over, her stomach heaving at this point.\n\nShe began to question herself if she was going to make it out of here alive as she heard Darrell curse under his breath, \"Shit, not a Uth.\" As a beast appear, its appearance ugly as tentacle like things moved when it moved. Collett swallowed the heaving and stood straight again preparing her weapon to fight. If she was going to die here, she was going to go down fighting.\n\n'I hope I make it out of here. Keri would not be happy if I died now, but Hyllos and Atticus are nowhere strong enough to last this battle.\" casting her beloved demons a worried look.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" } ]

[ { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nShe held in check her joy at having actually done something right this time. But only mostly. A little, smug smirk crossed her face as she prepared another small volley. She knew she shouldn't over tax herself, but if fire was what hurt them, and as far as she knew she was the only pyromancer in the group, then she had to do it. She watched the creature she'd injured as it geared up to pounce at Athalus. This time, she'd be more direct. The fire that she held in her hand she shot at its face, letting the older man use that as a distraction for getting him with his blades.\n\nShe glanced around quickly, doing a check of their classmates and somewhat friends. Where the fuck is what's his face? , she thought, a second of worry creeping in. She might not like him, or trust him really, but he seemed to be the only one who knew what was going on. And she'd like to make it out of here alive, so she was going to need him. \n\n\"Darell?\" she called before she spotted what she thought was him not to far away with one of the tentacle beasts coming at him. \"Shit,\" she murmured heading towards them quickly and as quietly as possible. She was already starting to feel the effects of using her magic, but the adrenaline of this whole thing would at least keep her upright for a while more. Just hopefully long enough to make it back to the relative safety of the surface.\n\n\"Hey ugly,\" she called to the beast, knife in hand, a tingle of flames in the other. \"Why don't you try me on for size?\"", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\"Do not worry, I can create a sufficient distration for all of you. Just be ready to attack quickly, and decisively.\" Ssarak telepathically responded to Keri, as well as the rest of his allies. \n\nIn the moments it took for his allies to get themselves into position, Ssarak made sure he was ready to fulfill his own role. He agreed with Keri that he was not looking to kill anyone at this point. Although, crippling injuries were not out of the question. He took his blade and turned it around, then activated the rune to shape it into the form of a hammer, distributing its mass appropriately. It would be much easier to deliver non-lethal blows with a blunt weapon. Lastly, Ssarak created a small illusion on himself to make the parts of his scales that were visible appear white, as if he was of the Lux mageblood. \n\nFinally, after giving his allies enough time to be ready, Ssarak put one hand on the hatch and sent another telepathic message to his friends. \"Okay, be ready. Three, two, one, go!\"\n\nGiving up any semblance of subtlety, Ssarak practically ripped the hatch off of its hinges as he forced it open and dropped inside, using his unfurled wings to slow his descent. He did not know exactly what he was dropping into, so he had to make several judgments quickly to improve his own safety. His first priority in the seconds he had to observe while he was descending was to pick a reasonable location to land. Given the tight spaces without much room to maneuver, the best option he saw was to land with his back to a tall stack of crates so that he could not be easily surrounded. \n\nOnce on the ground, Ssarak quickly took in as much of his surroundings as he could. It was dark, but he did have keen eyesight, and he could see that there was movement heading towards him. With his shield in hand, he took up a defensive posture behind it and prepared to protect himself, while also trying to quickly identify every threat he could. Ssarak had made himself as obvious of a target as he could in order to allow his allies the opportunity to surprise the thieves.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "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": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nIf the gas was still dangerous, then Ssarak did not yet have the ability to approach, though he did not feel that he needed to. With some fortune on Ssarak's side, his opponent attacked one of his doppelgangers first. In keeping with its purpose of buying as much time as possible, the doppelganger went to parry the incoming attack to the side with its shield, as opposed to dodging or blocking outright. The primary purpose was to introduce as much uncertainty as possible into Ssarak's opponent. The fact that his weapon was on a chain would reduce the feedback he could feel from the hit, and make it that much more difficult for him to notice any subtle errors in the doppelganger magic. There was no guarantee that the Esyire would not figure it out regardless, but Ssarak wanted to put as much doubt in his mind as he could. \n\nHowever, anything done with Ssarak's doppelgangers was just to buy time. His true attack would come through another source. Ssarak had gathered so far that his opponent had some protections from illusions. As such, Ssarak decided to take the approach of using another aspect of psychomancy to assault his mind more directly. Instead of attacking his perceptions, Ssarak focused his mind on attacking his very emotions. \n\nIf he wanted to cripple his opponent, then trying to force him to feel pain might have seemed like a reasonable approach. However, this Esyire was obviously a trained fighter, and warriors tended to become accustomed to pain. That was not to say they were immune to it, but a warrior was better able to ignore pain than most others. As such, Ssarak decided to try to enhance one feeling that no warrior would expect to feel in combat: pleasure. To begin his mental assault, Ssarak tried to make his opponent feel as much pleasure as he possibly could, to overwhelm his mind and body with pure ecstasy. If he succeeded to the extent he hoped, it would be immensely distracting, and entirely contrary to any feeling one would expect to feel in a fight. \n\nThe next step of his attack, if Ssarak was able to follow through, was to have his doppelganger stare into the eyes of the Esyire, then delve aggressively into his thoughts. In the Esyire's compromised state of mind, Ssarak hoped to ferret out memories associated with the sight of Ssarak. He wanted to find memories that could clue Ssarak in on the Esyire's motivation for this theft against the College. Was he a mercenary just looking for payment? Was it out of faith in a religion, or some other organization that supported Kudd, or perhaps was is personal against the College? If Ssarak could get a sense of his motivation, then further psychological attacks could be easier.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Darius Jura\n\nDarius scoffed at Aramir's words to Mar. He scowled at the elf. \"Do not create lies to comfort her. The college is neutral. There is...there is nothing we or the college can do for Yarosmere unless we want to start a war between the college and Yarosmere.\" Motes of air popped and snapped around Darius as he watched Aramir grab the stone she was incessantly shouting for earlier and break it. Other than that, he stayed silent as the rebels came from the shadows and took them to their base of operations. \n\nThe time at the headquarters was of little note to Darius other than right after traveling and making his choice of recently stolen weapons. He stayed quiet and let the others talk to the rebels and was among the first to leave to the college. Luckily, this time wasn't as bad and he was able to keep from retching. He made his way to Uicle's office. He had his report to give to the suit of armor. As he passed through the courtyard, he took note of the two people talking to Val. They didn't look like a threat, so he paid them no mind and continued his march to Uicle's office. Once there, he rapped sharply on the Necromancer's door and waited.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Darius Jura" } ]

[ { "text": "Leith Calder\n\nThe floor of the warehouse was cold. The chill seeped into Leith's body as he stared at the ceiling. He needed to get out of the warehouse. There was a fire, and he could see smoke gathering above him. With great effort, he hauled himself off the floor. With the smoke and the dizziness that still plagued him, Leith could not remember where the door was. He felt his way about the boxes until he reached the wall. From there he searched for the door.\n\nIt took him a few moments, but he found it. He was glad that he had. The smoke was making it hard to breathe. He opened the door and stumbled to the ground, coughing violently. Fresh air was nice. Cold, but nice. Leith looked up from his position and saw the box. \n\n\"Oh hey, the box.\" \n\nLeith then noticed Keri fighting with the man who took the box. \"Oh...\" He pulled himself up using the wall as support. The world swayed underneath his feet and he could taste blood. \n\nOh, fun.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Alaira Taenn\n\nAfter a time, Alaira felt like she'd spent enough time on the roof. She hadn't had a whole lot to think about lately, stuck 'going through the motions' as she was. Get up, go to class, make hinges or something, piss around, go to bed. Day in, day out, with little in the way of higher purpose to guide her. She never used to think a whole lot, really. She'd just go from fight to fight, and if she couldn't find one, she'd make one. Didn't think about it, didn't need to. The violence itself was all that mattered. Now? Now she did a lot of thinking, tried to find some... point in it all. She still loved a good scrap but it was getting harder and harder to justify it to herself. \n\nAnd that wasn't even the important question. The important question was... Why? Why did she suddenly feel this way? However, even with this newfound introspection she was still her, and the lack of any real activity was starting to leave her a bit stir-crazy. So, come to think about it, she did still have a lot to think about, but it was all questions she'd already asked and hadn't found any answers to. In any event, she's sure someone would throw a fit if she sat up here too much longer, didn't wanna ruin the shingles. So, she slowly began her descent. She was not adept enough with Aeromancy to survive simply jumping off and gliding to the bottom, so she simply lowered herself off the edge and kept her hand to the wall, using her magic to slowly slide down from roof to roof. The final drop to the ground was far too tall, however. \n\nAlaira clicked her tongue as she looked over the edge... Looks like I'm above a hall... probably. She thought, looking over the edge again. There might be a window open, she could use that to get back inside. Sure enough, there was an open window. She smirked and cracked her knuckles, that would do just fine! She sure hoped nobody was sitting in front of it... She stretched a bit to the left, bit to the right, inhale, exhale... And jumped. During her descent she called upon a gust of wind to knock her back into the open window, curling and bracing for impact. It was pretty simple really, but it was going to hurt. Thankfully nobody was sitting right in front of the window when she came barreling inside, hitting the ground and rolling a short ways before collapsing in a heap. With a pained groan she slowly began to rise, looking up to see... Well, she figured the girl was a student. She hadn't seen her before, that's for sure. Red hair, green eyes, piercings. The most she could offer was a weak smile as she rose to her full height. Huh. The girl looked taller from the ground. \"Heh. Uh... Hey. And you are...?\"", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "The assassin's eyes spied the incoming swing. His feet darted back, barely avoided the blade tip slicing by his waist. A small exhale escaped his lung before the sting erupted across his front. His eyes looked down. \n\nKeri's eyes watched the man's movements as he darted in order to avoid the blade tip. Something felt completely off with this. As if there was some sort of ploy at play here. Her weight towards the right, in order to allow to a more stable position, just for the block.\n\nA thin, red line showed through a hole in his tunic. While the momentum of the sword seemed unimpeded, it still managed to touch its mark. \n\nHis expression darkened. \n\nA smirk formed upon the vampire's lips as the blood formed. A small amount upon the blade was formed due to not being enough strength behind the actual attack. Pity considering that she wanted his crimson blood to pour out. A satisfying punishment for harming the woman's family. Granted if it was actually successive the end result would have been very disappointing. Best to do this right and ask for help learning another weapon after this. As well as a lesson in deception.\n\nWith renewed force, his right palm jerked out at Keri's right side. Just as she attempted to shield herself, he altered his direction at the last moment. The strike aimed at her bag on her hip. He hoped to catch it on fire.\n\nThe vampire leaned backward in order to keep the whole thing from burning. A soft sizzling sound from where the rope which held it close burned. Shiftly the girl circled to the left, so her free hand could catch the candies, as her right forced him backwards towards escape. Slowly it come closer to the ground before getting caught just inches from the ground. A rather uncomfortable close call making Keri form a mental note on mistakes that were made. Her now crimson eyes flickering to where the human once was while placing the sword back in place.\n\nBy this time, the gas within the warehouse billowed out from the exits. It engulfed Keri, blinding her to his whereabouts. Ceasing his next strike, the pyromancer spotted the darken shapes of his companions. Their figures fled toward the crowded streets and shadows, using the smoke for cover. It seemed it was time to go. His eyes turned up to see the Orcish woman bound off the roof and into the smoke. \n\nBy the time the smoke cleared, Keri would find her target (as well as any other assassins) had vanished into thin air. All that was left behind was the stolen box, discarded and abandoned in their retreat. \n\nShe whispered a few choice words while a hand dipped inside the bag. Four candies seemed to have been completely unharmed from the man's attack and the rest were beginning to turn into a gooey mess. Slowly the woman pulled them out and consumed them. Her figure slowly working towards the ladder she slid down and climbed up. \"Why don't you go with them Keri? Why no go home Keri? Could be fun Keri. You could protect Lynn Keri. You would be helpful Keri. What could go wrong Keri? This would help you get more friends Keri.\" She mumbled while climbing. About halfway up she felt the warmth on her hip. \" Hot. Hot. If I ever see Lucilia again I'm going to fucking kill her myself! Ssarak can you grab on person and I'll grab the other one? I want this fucking day to end damn it!\"", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nBack at School \n\nHelena stopped part way down the hall, distracted by the entrance of the other...well student was all she could guess until she got a better look at them. Ah yes, another student for sure. A girl (woman probably a more accurate word), and an...elf? She hummed and smiled at her when she stood and spoke to. \"I'm minorly impressed,\" she said with a little chuckle. \"But you can call me Helena.\" \n\nShe looked up at the much taller woman, not at all bothered it seemed by their very apparent height difference. She was used to tall people in her life after all. \"And you are?\" she asked with another little smile, pushing her glasses up her nose some.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Alaira Taenn\nShe seems nice enough, I guess. She thought, looking her over with a quirked brow. Usually when she met someone they expressed either fear or a degree of revulsion. This one, however, seemed rather... well, normal. In the sense that she was not particularly upset with her presence. It was nice. She scratched at the back of her neck as she offered her other hand. \"Alaira. Apprentice wizard, I guess.\"\n\nThe girl might notice something a little odd about her. Mainly that all the flesh below her head was well-covered. She wore very thin gloves, and while her simple peasant's clothes had short sleeves her arms were tightly bandaged, even her neck as well. She didn't look injured either, seeing as how she just shrugged off getting tossed to the ground. Could be hiding something.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]

[ { "text": "Leith Calder\n\nLeith had been quiet for most of the ride back to the college. He had a lot to think about from the encounter with the people who tried to steal the box. So many things he could have done differently, or better. Maybe he could have prevented the warehouse from burning had he done something different. Leith sighed as he stared out the window. At least they got the box back. \n\nAt some point, Leith dozed off. His head snapped up when the driver called out. He rubbed the bleariness out of his eyes and the drool off his cheek, and the window. He glanced at the other occupants of the carriage, hoping that nobody saw his awakening. He gathered what he had in the carriage and hopped out after Lyn. \n\n\"Not growing old on us, are you? Leith asked with a playful smile before he winced at his own soreness. He rubbed at his sore neck before continuing. \"Don't worry though, I think I'm in the same boat. Remind me not to sleep against the window like that again.\" \n\n\"The college is really something, huh? So, can you show me around? I'm really curious about everything.\" \n\nLeith turned to the new addition to the group, Henri, and smiled. \n\n\"That it is. Where else is there such a large gathering of mages? Before you can see all of it, though, you'll have to tag along with us. You helped us on our mission, and you've got to get set up as a student. Lucky for you, you only need to see one person for both. That's not too bad, though.\" He nudged Lyn playfully. \"You can help keep Lyn here warm.\" He said to tease the hybrid. \"Some of the corridors can get quite drafty.\" \n\nDuring the ride back to the college, he had noticed Lyn huddle up with the newcomer for warmth.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Alaira Taenn\n\nAlaira crossed her arms and laughed a bit, turning her gaze toward the window she'd just tumbled through, then down to her arm. She looked over her hand for a moment, letting a few sparks dance between her fingertips. \"Heh, I suppose so. Quite the rogue's gallery here.\" Indeed, she'd never seen such a collection of... shall we say colorful individuals. Not that she was without her own eccentricities. \"So, you're a student yourself, yeah? Or just a run of the mill scholar?\" Most of the students were here to master magics of course, but from what she could tell occasionally the college took in people of a more... mundane persuasion that wished to learn. \n\nHowever, she soon felt a light ache in her head. She wasn't sure what, but she felt like something was... wrong, and that it involved Lyn somehow. A momentary disturbance. She shook it off. Probably nothing. \"Anyway, I suppose I should take my leave soon. Got things to take care of.\" She said, sighing a bit wistfully.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Grey Onyx\n\nThe guard sat at his post in the bailey, stretching and yawning as he kept watch. Being a bodyguard for wizards could be a surprisingly boring job, at times. Or perhaps, it was more accurate to say that it wasn't much different than usual. Save now he worked on a salary rather than a contract. Still, he supposed quiet boredom was much easier to stomach than demonic incursions or zombie invasions. That talking axe he had had been rather quiet of late as well. He supposed Tyrfing was not immune to boredom itself, and had gone dormant. He'd tried to learn more about it, but... it was beyond the scope of his worldy experience, and he wasn't really keen on telling the rest of the staff about it. He felt like he should hang onto it, and he was worried it might be confiscated. \n\nHe idly tapped at his eyepatch. He'd considered getting a glass eye instead, but he wasn't sure if that would just make him scarier. Being intimidating was nice in combat at all, but it would also be nice to look a bit less like the villain in a children's fable to those under his protection. Perhaps he should wear brighter clothing? His musings were interrupted by the sight of a carriage coming in, branded with college insignias. Perhaps it was returning students? He'd heard there'd been a few excursions lately. He rose, waving to the gate guards to let them know he was handling it.\n\n\"Hail!\" He said, waving as he approached. When students came pouring out, he was proven right. He recognized two of them, Leith and the Naga's hybrid daughter. The third one though, he wasn't so sure. He supposed it would be best to address Leith, he was hardly familiar with the other two. Especially as the other... contorts so. \"Welcome home, sorry to intrude.\" He stated, nodding to the other two. \"Is there wounded to be attended to, cargo unloaded, messages to be relayed? Or anything else I may assist you with?\" He preferred to skip straight to the point, most of the time.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "Leith Calder\n\nLeith looked over to Grey when he called out to the group and waved to the guardsman.\n\n\"Hello! You're not intruding at all.\"\n\nAs Grey fired off a flurry of questions, Leith chuckled.\n\n\"Feeling a bit restless, are we?\" He cocked his head to the side as he thought of answers to Grey's questions. \n\n\"No wounds this time.\" Leith ran a hand along the scar on his cheek as he thought to his last mission. \"There isn't anything too pressing to be unloaded, but there is something you can do, though. You can go let Lucilia know that we've returned from Djarkel, and that we have acquired a new student along the way.\" He gestured to Henri.\n\nHe looked back to the college and sighed. \"It's good to be back. I know it was only a few weeks, but it's felt like years.\" He looked to the others. \"Does anyone else get that feeling sometimes?\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "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": "Leith Calder\n\nLeith smiled as Lyn turned scarlet due to his teasing. Success! Henri joined in on the teasing, with a bit of flirting, which made Leith chuckle. He was pretty sure that Lyn hadn't been flirted with much. There may have been some attempts made by some of the delivery people, but Althalus had always been quick to dissuade them. More than once, Leith had seen some of the workers in a hurry to finish their job with a haunted look on their faces after said attempts. It would definitely be amusing to see how Althalus react to Henri. Especially since it seemed that Lyn had become taken with him. \n\nHe did catch Henri's look of surprise at Lyn's reveal of her age, but he was quick conceal his surprise and look. He smiled at Lyn's comment.\n\n\"And how could I ever forget that, hmmm? A Naga-human child is kinda hard to forget. Not to mention that I put a lot of thought into that gift I gave you when you were this high.\" Leith held his hand out to his hip to indicate Lyn's height at the time.\n\nAt the arrival of Tyrael, Leith had to stifle a laugh. The Demonmancer was covered in some sort of flowers that gave off a powerful aroma. Luckily, the flowers smelled strong enough to hid the giggles under the guise of covering his nose. He listened to the instructions from the teacher and nodded. He turned to Ssarak.\n\n\"It seems that you'll get to be near that fire sooner than we thought. I can go drop off the report and the letter and you can all go relax.\" He smiled at Ssarak. \"And maybe be able to spend time as the happy couple that people have been talking about\"\n\nWith that said, Leith gathered what was needed, and made his way towards the college entrance. Waving to the group as he left. He walked the corridors for a few minutes until he was halfway to Lucilia's office before leaning against the wall and sliding down until he was sitting. \n\nFor only so long could he keep up the smiles. The mission had partially been a disaster. They ended up burning down a warehouse, he had used too much magic and had blood sickness. He couldn't follow Ssarak's order and keep Lyn safe. So much went wrong and he felt that he was at fault for a lot of it. So for a few minutes, Leith sat against the wall and let the cold of the stone seep into him.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Grey Onyx\n\nA small smile played across Grey's face for a moment. That was rather good news, especially after the disaster his prior mission had been. Well, mostly. He turned his gaze to... Well, the young man currently doing a handstand for... reasons? He tried to get a read of him, but apart from his odd choice in exercises there wasn't a lot of red flags going up. \"A bit bored out of my skull, yes. That said, that's good to hear.\" He said with a short bow, noting that Ssarak and Meirin were apparently here as well. \n\n\"Uneventful, I take it? I don't suppose one of you have written a report?\" He sincerely hoped that one of them had. When students returned from missions without writing a report, he'd have to sit down with them and hear an account of the whole thing, and then write a report himself. It was... frustrating, to say the least. Still, protocol was protocol. And it had made him a bit better at writing. \n\nHe smelled Tyrael before he saw him, a rather... pleasant aroma. He'd recognized it as belonging to something Lady Riovas was working on, which meant that it would be something rather unpleasant. And as he turned around and was greeted by the terrifying visage of the demonomancy instructor with plant life bursting from his flesh, he was understandably slightly shocked. \"Ack, Tyrael... You're... okay, right?\" He said, grimacing. Of course he'd be fine, if one could treat... that happening to them as a minor inconvenience, they were clearly rather tough. \n\n\"Er, anyway...\" he said, shivering as he regained his composure. He put on the most authoritative voice he could muster, and spoke. \"Before we get ahead of ourselves with talk of dinner I'm going to have to ask you to come with me.\" He said, gesturing to the potential student. Realizing that he may have sounded a bit too intimidating, he quickly added: \"We just need to take care of the paperwork to get you properly registered. Normally you'd meet with Lady Riovas, but she is no doubt indisposed at this moment. I, however, am capable of processing you on my own.\" He explained. He held his hand out. \"The name's Grey. May I ask yours?\"", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "Danica Ruzicka\n\nA pair of deer bounded through the snowy forest, seeking to flee a predator the likes they'd never encountered. It had been upon them ever since it had found them returning to their den, and had chased them all throughout the night. It bounded behind them, never too far but never too close, claws like knives reflecting the moonlight as it tore through the trees. One of the deer collapsed, unable to run any longer. Its fate was predictable, the predator pouncing atop it and dismembering it quite messily. It howled in a mighty rage, tearing off the fallen creature's head and hefting it in one claw as it stood upright, a sick parody of man. \n\nThe other deer had kept running, until the sight of a disembodied head sailing into the snow in front of it spooked it, causing it to trip and stumble. The last thing it felt were the dagger claws sinking into its skull, and the last thing it saw was the beast towering over it. \n\nMeat.\n\nThe feeling of claws tearing into warm flesh, steam rising in the winter night air.\n\nBlood.\n\nThe taste of still warm-blood oozing over the tongue, the scent of it as it rolled down the chin.\n\nBone.\n\nThe sound of bones cracking between razor teeth, robbed of their marrow. \n\nAs it tired, it looked down, shaking, and regarded its soft, feminine hands, stained with blood. A lock of silver hair fell before her face as she looked over the carcass, shaking as she pulled her mask over her mouth. The woman sighed as she rose, her gloves were gone so she had to hide her now quite bare forearms within her cloak for warmth. \"A-again...\" She muttered quietly as she looked to the stars, slowly walking away and leaving the carcasses to the scavengers. These... blackouts were happening more frequently. Initially, she'd been skeptical of learning to control her magics, but it was only a matter of time before it wasn't just two random animal corpses she was standing over when she woke. \n\nIt was to that end that she'd begun her journey to the Twilight college. Initially, she'd dismissed the notion. They willingly cavorted with demons, they were heretics at the absolute best... but, she was getting desperate, and the teachings of the Lady of Sunlight decreed it a grave sin to disrespect the rules of another household... While it only provided metaphorical warmth, she muttered verse to herself as she walked... With where she was, it was a long way to go. \n\nThat all was a week ago, in the present day Danica stumbled forth, robe pulled tightly around herself as she struggled to maintain consciousness. That deer had been the last thing she'd eaten, and she had barely slept. It was a wonder the cold hadn't finished her off. Still, as she reached the limits of her own power she collapsed before the main gate of the college, not even ten paces from her goal. Of course, it was far enough away from the gathering near the carriage that they may not notice immediately, unless one was particularly sharp-eyed.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Danica Ruzicka" } ]

[ { "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": "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": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth sighed as people went their separate ways, a few with negative feelings for eachother. It wasn't hard for Annabeth to discern their feelings; Psychomancy is good at sussing out people's hidden emotions, especially when they try to hide it. But being able to sense these things wasn't the same as being able to do anything about it. A tough lesson Satori had to hammer into Annabeth's head; as she improved her Empathic abilities, she's grown more sensitive to people's shifts in mood and their subtle and hidden feelings of doubt and insecurities. Of course she'd want to help, but too often she'd try to do something and just confuse the person who she was trying to help, or worse sour their mood when they figure out she's been in their minds.\n\nLetting people deal with their emotions and problems themselves, instead of trying to help or coddle them, wasn't something Annabeth liked doing. But she had to. A bitter pill to swallow. Everyone was going their separate ways and Annabeth was debating if she should go see her family or follow some of the others. When she heard Athalus about looking for fights, Annabeth looked shocked, but then her eyes lit up. \"The grand melee!\" Annabeth interjected between them.\n\n\"Near the town square they hold the Grand Melee, where anyone who is willing and able to get into this big brawl! Prizes, money, prestige, a lot of young men and women participate! And not just you average thug either, often students and masters of the various martial schools will participate to represent, as well as soldiers and knights. It's a test of physical skill and might so no magic, though sometimes they do have Wizard Duels too!\" Annabeth looked pumped as she looked towards the town square. \"My teacher, who first taught me of swordsmanship, was a three year champion of the Grand Melee when he was younger. Though he doesn't fight now, many of his students represent his school! I would've been one of them if I wasn't so new. But now… Now I'm almost certain I can compete with them. I'm sure you guys can too!\"\n\nTyrael Marchosias\n\nIn the distance a shadow was watching Lyn as she walked into the crowds. A demon monitoring the precarious college student. Of course Tyrael had a hand in this; as the Demonomancy master teacher he had to make an appearance, as superficial as his involvement is. Unlike other teachers who bothered to foster positive relationships with Eania, Tyrael was rightly hated by most of the Eania ruling class and peasantry; before he was made officially a teacher he had often raided Eania lands for precious resources or simply hunting down enemies. Many saw his alliances and tenure with the college as him escaping his crimes. Nevermind the reasons behind his actions and who his exact victims were, since the truth didn't fit Eania's narrative. Still, Tyrael was known by many and if they knew that he actually had people precious to him they would target them.\n\nSome would call him paranoia. Tyrael is fine with this; he'd rather be paranoid and wrong instead of cocky and wrong. The shadow followed Lyn from afar, keeping an eye on her as Tyrael stood defiantly in one of Eania's temple to Billant. It was as much an act of defiance as it was of peace; the fact that a demon like him could stand safely in a building meant to be a sanctuary against his kind without any ill effects was certainly a slap in the face of those who put much faith in the gods. But at the same time, the fact he was here instead of sulking about in other parts of Eania brought peace of mind for those who feared his mecanations. At least if he was in this temple he could be watched and monitored. And indeed, there were guards from both the college and Eania at this temple, mainly to protect it's clergy and followers, but also to ensure Tyrael wasn't going to try to summon an army of demons to take over or start an orchestra. \n\nOther\nAs the college students were entertaining themselves, there was much revelry to be had in Eania. As Annabeth mentioned there was a Grand Melee going on in the Town Square, with an entire half squared off to serve as the makeshift arena. Various matches were going on from free-for-all brawls, various one-on-one duels, to even knightley jousting. There was an admittance fee to cover the cost of equipment and medical treatment afterwards, even if the participant doesn't need any healing or borrows any equipment. Of course when so many warriors gather, various merchants and performers also appeared. \n\nBards and minstrels hyping up fighters and the crowd alike with their music, or hiring themselves out to personally sing praises and accomplishments. Plenty of merchants and smiths offering their goods or services to warriors in need of new equipment or repairs. Even a few who sold magical goods, and of course Lucilia's own Caravan was here as well. The Scarlet Rose Caravan was selling healing potions and equipment like cool water in a drought. Potioned personally made by Lucilia, blades crafted by Tyrael, and armor forged by Val. Granted none of them were actually magical, but most people just assumed they were due to the college being their source.\n\nOf course Eania wasn't without it's darker side. Though they like to boast a better quality of living than the likes of Djarkel, there's no denying that Eania has a home for thieves, vagabonds, and miscreats as well. And during a time like this it was especially hard on them, as they are forced away from their usual places in the city to be corralled in the ghettos and alleyways like trash. After all, Eania wouldn't want to besmirch such a festive occasion with crippled beggars and madmen panhandling for coppers. Though some at least use this opportunity to help these poor and downtrodden with various charity events, and it's usually these men and women who have been hired to set up most of the festival booths and constructions, at least those of able body and steady minds.\n\nBut that doesn't change that there was still thousands of these people forced out of sight. And despite being lower than the dirt on one's shoes, the guards are all too familiar with them. Thus whenever one tries to sneak into the festival, they're often watched by the guards closely. And if they try to beg or steal, quickly apprehended. Just to even enjoy walking around the streets they have to pose as street merchants selling flowers, old fruit, and colorful rocks. Typically children. Dressed in their best (i.e. they might have washed their clothes this week) they would go to various travelers and tourist in hopes of selling their trinkets and knick-knacks, or be very fortunate and get the sympathy of a particularly wealthy stranger.\n\nAs for how all of this related to the college, well that was fairly obvious to most: The college was a land of magic where the lowest of the low can rise to greatness. So when the college carriages arrived they would be quickly swarmed by various children trying to hawk \"magical runes\" and \"unique plants\", generally trying to get sympathy and coins from the college students. And pickpockets if they don't notice.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "Helena raised an eyebrow up at Althalus totally unnecessary lecture. Though she did brighten on the inside at least when he praised her wit. Though it did occur to her that he had only implied that she was sassier than Henri, not that she was actually good. So the slight smile that had started to tug at the side of her mouth turned into a bit of a scowl.\n\n\"Thanks for that?\" she murmured at Althalus retreating back, just loud enough for Henri to hear to hear clearly though it was likely that Althalus had heard at least some of it. She didn't care if he did though. She'd say it to his face too. \n\nBut then Lyn was there, and she was ashamed to admit she hadn't noticed her that close before. Too caught up in Henri and a little bit Althalus to notice the young girl had moved in so close. Close enough for her to insert herself between her and Henri. \"Oh,\" she said with a pout. It didn't occur to her just then that Lyn was doing that to purposely keep the pair apart. She'd been too busy befriending Henri to notice the way that Lyn had been looking at him. \n\nShe looked between Henri and Lyn and felt a frown cross her face. Althalus would kill her if he took his daughter with her a d Henri to the sort of places she was thinking about going. \"Well I dunno if daddy dearest would be too happy about Lyn tagging along to where I had been thinking about…\" she said, a hint of annoyance in her tone. She was feeling more like she was babysitting the two of them now instead of just happening to already be planning to pull Henri along with her. And she really wasn't certain she wanted to babysit right now.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" } ]

[ { "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": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth was walking back towards her dormitory when she saw Cynn. Though the two didn't talk to each other much, it wasn't out of any disinterest or malice. Annabeth and Cynn simply never had very compatible schedules, and met each other rarely. At first Annabeth was going to greet her, but that greeting was cut short when Cynn fell to the ground. Annabeth rushed over and saw the cut on her neck. It was deep enough to draw blood, but the fact that she managed to get this far without dying meant that Cynn could be saved. The Infirmary wasn't too far away either, so Annabeth bandaged Cynn's injury with a cloth before someone else arrived. Two strangers as far as Annabeth knew, but one of them was carrying another injured student.**\"What is going on today?!\"**The red-haired stranger asked if she needed help carrying Cynn, though Annabeth shook her head. She managed to pick up Cynn very carefully as to not worsen her cut and jerked her head towards the Infirmary.**\"We have to hurry, follow me!\"**\n\nThe group ran towards the Infirmary as fast as they could, running past a group of metal golems that nearly took up the entire hallway. Annabeth didn't get a chance to figure out what they were there for before she burst into the Infirmary.**\"Samuel, Lidda, anyone! We need help! Two students are injured, Cynn has her neck cut open, and the other one is bleeding profusely.\"**But when she arrived, she didn't see anyone. Annabeth was worried that they wold lose these two, but than someone stepped out of the corner of the room.\n\nLucilia Riovas\n\n**\"My my my...\"**Lucilia had wondered what was taking Meirin so long. After stabilizing Grey, she decided to head towards the infirmary herself. What she chanced upon, however, was Xyden being escorted by a group of golems and Sam after attempting to kill Mar and her child. She only arrived after Uicle left, but she was able to get most of the information of what happened through one of the ficus plants. There were many more questions than there was answers, which she was going to need form both Mar and Xyden. Lucilia was beginning to regret allowing Mar to stay all those months ago, but now was not her place to call judgement on it. It was a very stressful day, and it was only going to get worse.\n\nShortly after getting her needles, a group of students barged in with more injured students. Lucilia wondered if this was the handy work of Xyden as well, but she would have to push those questions aside. Walking around the corner Lucilia quickly took charge.**\"Put them on the beds, I'll get to work with them. You two, wash up, you're going to help me with these operations.\"**Than Alaria came in and started yelling, demanding to know what had happened. This was getting tiresome. Trying not to yell but making it very clear that she was getting angry, Lucilia turned towards Alaria and Athalus.**\"Keep it down. Either assist me in treating these two or leave and allow time to rest. We do not need any more disturbances right now.\"**Once the two bodies were placed on the beds, Lucilia blocked out anything else and began operating.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" } ]

[ { "text": "**Locas Jule**\n\nWell, this certainly didn't go very well. He knew he should apologize, but apologizing wasn't really Locas's strong suit. Manipulation, reading body language, getting out of tough situations;*those*were his strong suits. Anything he could say would come out awkward, but something had to be said.\n\nLocas stood up. More accurately, Locas began to stand up, then had his right leg collapse. Leaning on the cot for support, he opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again and tried to speak.\n\n\"Listen,\" he began, tone unwavering. \"I'm sorry. I...I mispegged you, I suppose. I needed to know who you were quickly, and the best way I had to do so was to...well, to hit on you. I didn't mean...well...I did mean some offense, else I would have used a better line.\" He smiled slightly, but quickly returned to his neutral demeanor. \"I just...I'm sorry. It was dumb and rude, but I...I couldn't help it. Long story.\"\n\nHe pushed off of the cot and took a step forward, faltering again, having forgotten the pain in his leg. Prepared now, he slowly walked towards the elf and outstretched a hand. She looked doubtful, as if Locas had a blade hidden in his hand, but the fact that she wasn't focused on his wounds meant he hadn't gotten her*entirely*wrong.\n\n\"I'm Locas Jule. Please accept my very informal apology. If you would like, I could send a written one to your room.\" The last line was delivered with such a neutral tone that even Locas himself couldn't tell if it was sarcastic or genuine. Of course, it didn't matter. It was really just a clever attempt at getting her room number. \"May I know your name, Miss...?\"", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAfter her operation Annabeth decided to stay by Cynn. She could use a friendly face after all that's happened, and it's not like Annabeth was doing anything in particular. Eventually Cynn came to, and Annabeth was quick to make sure that she was still okay. After her own impromptu check up, Annabeth explained what had happened to Cynn the best she could figure out. She smiled politely as she let Cynn soak in the information, and her face grew a bit warmer when the elf reached out and touched her hand. Annabeth squeezed it softly.**\"It's nothing, really. I mean, I couldn't just leave you, right? Of course not!\"**Cynn's words made Annabeth feel nice, which was a pleasant change from all the chaos that happened just moments before. Of course, things didn't get any easier when another student came in, but this one seemed to only be affected by blood sickness rather than injury.**\"Today is pretty dangerous, huh... We should stay together for now, yes? For our own safety.\"**\n\nLucilia Riovas\n\n***\"Oi.\"***\n\nLucilia was standing at Locas's cot when Alaria showed up, knowing fully well that she'd likely get herself into trouble. Lucilia was, unfortunately, correct. Lucilia hasn't even gotten to clean the blood off her hands before Alaria showed up, and than Locas tried to stand up even though she gave him specific orders to stay in bed for the next few hours.**\"I don't mind visitors, but if you keep causing so much noise, you'll be joining his cot, Alaria. And Locas, *get your rest.*\"**She spoke in a soft tone, but it was hidden behind a false smile and she still radiated an aura implying that she was about to put more bodies into intensive care.\n\nBefore long Rathel showed up. He was perhaps one of the few demons that Lucilia didn't have a hidden distaste for, probably because he was one of Khan's demons and that he helped clean up everyone else mess. She only wished that he could prevent those messes in the first place, but he tries at least. He brought Aramir in, who had gotten a case of blood sickness. Lucilia could imagine how, and regretted not having Grey out of her office sooner. Zaad was indeed much more troublesome than Grey thinks. Heaving a sign, Lucilia pointed towards an empty cot.**\"Lay her down there and I'll find her a potion. If you have some time, could you go to my office and take these needles with you? I believe Grey, one of our guardsmen, is still in there. Also take one of these potions to him and this letter.\"**Though it was stained in some blood, the letter detailed to Grey about her absence, and apology for that absence, and a request to see her later today after he was feeling better. She wanted to alleviate him of his burden with Zaad tonight and assign him a guard position during today's feast. Just a little something to help him ease the stress of everyday life. But also she wanted to talk to him about how he could deal with Zaad.\n\nBeing a servant of Aarem came with it's benefits, despite what others may think.\n\nLucilia went into one of the rooms to wash her hands and get some potions for Aramir and Rathel. She handed the demon the potion and the sealed envelope with herinsignia.Than she went to with with Aramir, taking note of any of her external injuries while giving her small doses of an ether to ease her blood sickness. Aside from being pale the snow elf was unharmed, so she delegated the task to another healer while Lucilia went about trying to make sure the Infirmary wouldn't need her constant attention. She still needed to return to her office, finish Grey's operation, and finish the work she was suppose to be doing before this entire mess spiraled out of control. But that was just another day at the college.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Lucilia Riovas, Master Herbamancy Professor (College Title), Owner of Scarlet Traveler (Trade Caravan & Occupation Title), Sanguine Rose (Alias in Vampire society)" }, { "text": "Leith chuckled when Meirin agreed to help him and rushed off down a hallway. With a sigh, he ran down another hallway in search of some staff members. He found some of the medical staff soon after he restarted his search. They looked like they were in a hurry, so Leith asked what happened. He felt his stomach drop when they told him that Xyden had attacked a student, and he seemed to be going after Mar and her baby.\n\nWhile the medical staff continued their search for help, Leith leaned against the wall and slid down it until he was sitting. He began to understand why Xyden had asked him to alert the staff about spies in the college. It was to distract the remaining staff and allow him ease in dispatching Mar and the baby. With a shaky breath, Leith wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his head on his knees.\n\nHe wasn't sure how long he had stayed like that before he heard the sound of footsteps. Leith raised his head and searched for the source with bloodshot eyes. The person coming his way was Uicle. His armour looked like it was a hair's breadth away from from not being armour anymore. Leith gave a small smile.\n\n\"Your armour looks like it's been to the Pit and back,\" Leith said in a raspy voice. He cleared his throat before he spoke again. \"How has your day been? Because mine has gone sour.\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" } ]

[ { "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": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAh. Family. What to say, what to say...**\"Well... I have family back at Eania. They run an inn at Shimmerstone. The business runs pretty well before I came there, so I didn't feel too worried about leaving when I got the letter from the college to attend.\"**Annabeth was rather brief about her family. She didn't exactly feel too comfortable talking more about it and just sat in silence, curling her finger around the cot's blanket.\n\nLucilia Riovas\n\nLucilia didn't comment, silently taking Val's words without protest. Sure she could try to justify her actions, make excuses, but they both know that it would lead to nowhere. What was important right now was to save Grey; they could berate her for her actions later. Soon after Val was finished Lidda restored Grey's arms, finishing with Lucilia feeding him a liquid that should ensure that he'd be back in action before dinner. She also slipped her letter into his pocket, so he could read it when he wakes up. Val left with Grey, making a final note about the tension between the armies.**\"Oh yes, them... Ug.\"**That was right, she still needed to keep an eye on them too. She wished she didn't have to babysit two armies full of grown adults, soldiers no less! But power made people do crazy things.**\"I can only hope that today doesn't get any more hectic than it already has...\"**Restore the previous state of her office before it was converted into an operating room Lucilia went to work amassing some of the papers she had previously received and reading over them.**\"I'd hope that you two have had a better time today?\"**", "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": "Lidda\n\nLidda had to admit that Annabeth was right, her eyes shifted to look on herself for the first time in a long while. After all, half Snow Elf and Orc crossbreeds were rare as well as unusual since their birth rates were so little, the reason rather clear to why. Out of all her prior forms, even she had to realize this current shape was the closest to normal she had ever gotten, most the others ranged in human shapes and some didn't even bother with any humanoid traits at all. Those were the fun ones in her opinion. One of the fun reasons she enjoyed her blood and the creativity that came with it, it brought a greater understand how things worked in her mind.\n\nWhen Annabeth's initial shock was over, Lidda's right hand rested upon her hip while her tusked mouth gave a small smirk. At least the best it could. Her eyes shifted to the weighted coin purse, likely now more empty now in her guess, at the student's side and chuckled to herself. Either the girl was extremely lucky in her choice of games and managed to pick the more honest games out the many hustlers and swindlers in the bunch. The other option, the likeliest, was that she had taught the game owners never to underestimate a pretty face.\n\nIf the latter was true, Lidda could admire that. Khan's naïve method was based on trust that the game owners would be fair and honest, but that's not the greatest way to make a living. That's why she sometimes skirted dinner to ensure there was no game that drained too much of the student's earnings on the College grounds. If they did, she easily shut it down and reported it to the guards to watch the offender.\n\nWhen Annabeth saw her father, the girl of course recognized him as the Eania Ambassador before she backed up and bowed in respect. Lidda's eyes fought to roll upwards when she spotted him return the gesture, his face serious in its business like display. Before her father could answer, Lidda's comment jumped in as she noticed Annabeth was alone instead of accompanied by her friends. \"No, you've not. Annabeth, this is my father, Jordan Sonnet. A retired Captain of Eania's military and current the official between the city and the College.\"\n\nHer head shifted to the sky and noted how late it was. Her voice added another comment to her intro, a slight dislike even if it was family as she decided to send Annabeth off. At least before her father's presence could drag her into this, making things more complex than she needed. \"It's getting late so maybe you be finding your friends before the fun ends? I'll be escorting my father back to his room before much longer.\"\n\nKhan\n\nKhan listened to Tyrael's words and knowledge about the Naga, namely with his experience living among them. What he found mostly interesting was that they lived near the Ravine, one of Tiien's most dangerous areas, where they continually struggled again the threats that tried to swell to the surface. It seemed the place Mar came from was named Mesa Gaan and he made a note to converse with both Uicle and Tyrael to attempt to contact them. Mainly because if they reacted the way to Mar as Tyrael had once described, he could only imagine what would've happened if more Naga started to develop the same gift.\n\nIt could very well wipe the whole race in time. The thought was an unsettling notion but a dark truth about the civilized world's reaction to change, one he had seen happen a few times over and was helpless to stop. His hand rubbed the back of his neck to chase away the negative thoughts before he noted the time. A few hours had passed and the feast had started to draw to a close. The evidence of this was in the number of attendees, the amount slowly dropping as they retired to their rooms. It was a good excuse to follow suit. Like in the past, his mind and body was usually drained in his experience with the events.\n\n\"Well, if you'll excuse me Tyrael, I think it's time I retire before I fall asleep upon the table itself. Have a good evening and thank you for your aid.\" Khan said, his muzzle turned up in a bit of an exhausted smile.\n\nThe chair squealed as he pushed it away, his hands reached to stead his descendent upwards. His wings tucked close to his body and steps at a steady pace, he pulled away from the table and headed through the thinning crowd towards the door. Luckily no one approached him when he edged out into the hallway. His feet pitter-pattered in the slightly emptying hallways along his route towards his quarters.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Khan Avrea Jevarath" }, { "text": "**Cynn Ellime**\n\nLuckily for Cynn, the person who entered wasn't entirely a stranger. She vaguely remembered having met this man during her time at the College up to this point, and, despite her usual social awkwardness, he had seemed nice enough. He asked if she'd called for help after mentioning something about laughter, and Cynn nodded, already beginning to blush. Her face only reddened when she remembered her current...attire, her head pausing from it's frantic bobbing for a motion to look down and check that her current undergarments covered what they needed to. Once that item of interest was checked off the list, she returned to nodding, always the awkward one, and tried to wave the man down to her.\n\n\"H-Hell-llo...\" the white-haired wood elf began, her panicked state only serving to make her words come slower, making her seem more shy. \"U-Um...I...We've seen each o-other...b-b-before, r-right?\" She waited for the man to lower himself to her level and respond.", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "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\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": "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": "**Pitch Black**\n\nPitch opened his eyes, blinking a few times in the light that shone through the window. The old lantern had gone out, though he could still remember watching them dance against the black palette that was darkness. He pushed himself up on his elbows, and leaned back a bit so he could see out the window. He must not have slept very long, though, because the sun was not perched very high in the sky.\n\nHe slid his legs from the bed, stretching them out for a moment. He stood up, a bit abruptly, and wobbled a bit before steadying himself. He let out a long, loud yawn, and stepped awkwardly to his dresser. As he got dressed, he vaguely remembered the dream he'd had. He had been in some sort of tower, built higher than he could see. On one of the floors, though, he could see something shining through the window. Well, more of a huge hole in the wall. It seemed to be calling him, telling him to go and retrieve it. So he did, of course. He climbed the countless number of stairs. Each floor had strange people and things. Some people were familiar, others were not. The one he remembered most, was a small, hobbled old man. He looked pretty normal, but then he turned around. The opposite side of the old man's head was decayed and dripping an odd purple substance. So Pitch left the floor and continued up the stairs. He made it to the floor that had been shining. That was it, the moment he'd been waiting for. But then he woke up, just as he touched the door.\n\nPitch wore black trousers, a large patch where his knee was. His torso was covered in a plain black button-up, with a white undershirt beneath it. He pulled on his shoes, that looked more like they should be worn for special occasions, shiny and black. He matted his hair back, making him actually look rather nice. He checked himself through his reflection in the window, let out a high-pitched laugh, and messed his hair up again. Why would he need to look nice? Ha! Forget nice, wild and creepy was more his style.\n\nHe grabbed his bag, which was hanging on his bedpost. It was fairly small, but would definitely work for holding just about anything. It had several pockets, half of them on the inside. He shoved a few pieces of parchment inside, and threw it over his shoulder, carrying it like some sort of homeless person. He left his room, slamming the door loudly behind him. He heard a few gasps just as the door shut. He chuckled to himself, not having flinched one bit.\n\nHe walked down the hallway, slowly but surely, and heard his stomach growl.*Suppose it's time to eat something...*he thought, almost saying aloud. He strolled down to the dining hall, leisurely opened the doors, and looked around. Empty.*Great, all the more for me!*\n\nThen he heard something, a whimper of some sort. It seemed he had missed the presence of a young elf, crying alone at one of the tables. Pitch let out a sort of high-pitched laugh, moving toward the table. He supposed eating could wait, he wanted to know what was going on. Especially to this particular elf who'd found it an interesting idea to go to the empty dining hall. Then again, it was also his idea, having come down here just to find it just about as barren as a desert with a single cactus.\n\nHe obnoxiously slammed his hands onto the table that the elf sat at, giving her an eerie smile that could hardly be human. He cleared his throat.\n\n\"So I see I'm not the only one who takes...\" he paused, \"Pleasure... in isolation. Though it seems that you've got nothing to be excited about, what's the problem?\" He squinted, now staring at her for quite some time.", "username": "louie221", "char_name": null }, { "text": "**Alaira Taenn** \n\nAlaira... smiled, softly as Lyn sat in her lap. She had quite the healthy appetite, especially considering her size. She simply let her eat, thinking about things for once. If it weren't for Meirin, she wouldn't be sitting here at all... On the other hand, she had explicitly paid Lucilia to ensure something like this did not happen... Nonetheless, what mattered was she was safe. There's always the next caravan, she can always take another mission, but to lose Lyn? Why, there wouldn't be much point in living anymore. She had nothing resembling family or purpose anymore.\n\nHowever, soon Ssarak came to take Lyn away. He gave a fairly reasonable motive, but she knew what was going on, especially when Meirin and the Yarosmerian came to the bar. She looked to the two, and spoke, her voice low.**\"There's nothing ta talk about. I fucked up, but we're all alive. You can complain when something does happen...\"**She returned to her mead, set on ignoring them, And nothing short of violence would get her to pay attention again.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Using her magic, Meirin manipulated the mead out of Alaria's mug and onto the floor. Some of it also splashed on Alaira's face, entirely accidentally, but hopefully it would also get her attention. \"You didn't just \"fucked up\", you nearly killed us all! If it wasn't for Lyn, I would have my arms torn off and the entire caravan would either be engulfed in flames or at the bottom of the river. We didn't get by because of our skills, we got by because we got lucky. Nothing you did helped us at all. You're actually more than useless, seeing that we could have taken those bandits if you hadn't decided to be a fool and try to burn us all alive.\" Meirin said harshly and bluntly. She would hope that her words would get through to Alaira, but in the event that they don't, Meirin wasn't afraid to dig deeper. \"I heard what you did when the demons attacked. Fought your way to the infirmary and even managed to take out a demon that no one seemed to be able to touch. But you also used up all your energy taking that one demon out, and guess what? The battle wasn't over. For all your strength, you don't even know how to use it. You throw your weight around without any discipline or skill. What if another demon had shown up? You fought so hard to kill just one, and another one shows up in it's place after you wasted all your energy. You tried so hard, but fell short because you didn't act smart. And the only reason you survived back than was because of luck too. Well no more.\"\n\nMeirin never raised her voice or even moved from her spot, but somehow she seemed to increase her presence. There was still chatter in the room, but quite a few of the patrons were looking at her now. \"This is an order Alaira. Next time you listen to me, Darius, or Ssarak before you do anything, even draw your weapon. If you can't do that, go back to the college. You're not fit to protect anyone. Not this caravan, not yourself, and least of all Lyn. She isn't even suppose to be here, but has done more to save the caravan than you have.\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" } ]

[ { "text": "**Cynn Ellime**\nCynn peered over the top of her arms at the man who sat in front of her. He hadn't told her who he was, but at least he seemed to be trying to cheer her up a bit. For a moment, at least, it kind of worked, but she wasn't over this stint of sadness quite yet. However, there was no reason in crying anymore, so she wiped away the tears and sat up straight.\n\n\"So,\" she started. Her voice faltered, and she had to start over again. \"So, who are you? I didn't see you before... Well, never mind that.\" She was trying to avoid saying it flat out; she was worried it would send her over the edge again. Hopefully the human wouldn't notice. As sort of an afterthought, she added, \"What Blood do you have?\"", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "**Pitch Black**\n\nPitch looked at the elf with uncertainty. He sort of looked himself over, assuming maybe something about him made him look inhuman. His blood? Obviously he was ab odd human being. A fairly gloomy one, at that. Noticing that he'd been silenced for quite some time now, he looked back to her, clearing his throat. He did an awkward sort of bow, his legs seemingly tangled up.\n\n\"Pitch Black, Obiligatio, at your service.\" he said, bringing himself back upright. \"Here to learn Necromancy. And you?\"\n\nPitch eyed her, trying to guess what type of magic she was here for. She seemed like the earthy type, especially considering she wore the clothes of any adventurer he'd seen. Maybe she was the nature type. Or, she could be tricking him, maybe she was something completely out there. He simply stood there, a concentrated look painted to his face.", "username": "louie221", "char_name": null }, { "text": "**Alaira Taenn**\n\nAlaira was aware of Meirin and... other guy, when they arrived thanks to her keen senses (To be fair, massive wind gusts and landings like that weren't exactly stealthy... not that anyone was trying to be), though aside from quickly debating fleeing she didn't do much... The yarosmerian said nothing, but Meirin said quite a lot of things... Alaira fell silent, sniffling as she turned to look to Meirin. She looked utterly miserable, and it was probably the first time Meirin had seen her without a trace of anger or arrogant pride.\n\n**\"I don't regret what I did back then... I-if I had to die to save Lyn, it would be alright... And if I had taken just a single second to come up with a plan, I would have failed. B-but today...\"**She buried her face in her hands, sobbing once more.**\"T-today I almost killed her! I-I promised I'd always be there to keep her safe, b-but she almost died! F-for no reason! And th-then you got stuck with cleaning up my mess... y-you saved her and almost died yourself, just because I had a bad idea...\"**\n\nShe grew silent again, wiping the tears from her eyes.**\"Sh-she deserves better... L-like you...\"**She said, quietly.**\"Y-your pretty and smart, everyone likes you... I'm just a brute... I'm just a burden, only good for wrecking shit. The most I can get from anyone is to leave me alone... I've always been alone...\"**Hrm, she usually wasn't willing to talk to anyone about... well, anything. Perhaps the alcohol was to blame?", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "**Cynn Ellime**\nThe young elf smiled a tired smile. \"At this point, Pitch,\" she began to answer, \"I'm not sure I could do anything anymore. But before I...well, before, I was a Geomancer.\"\n\nCynn couldn't help it; she had started to think about before she had entered her coma. She remembered the dining hall in shambles. She remembered standing in front of a masked man, holding her rapier. She wondered where her rapier had gone; she'd have to look for it later, she thought. She remembered being cut and cut by the man for what seemed like hours, never losing faith that she could stop this...murderer. He was a murderer, and she knew that she could take him, either by one way or another. It wasn't the confidence that she had exhibited a few minutes ago, but something different.\n\nSuddenly, she became conscious of her scars. There was the one on her throat from when she'd been ambushed in the woods. It was old, and she paid no real mind to it. Then there were three on her right forearm, and two on her right hand; those made sense, as the murderer probably tried to get her to drop her weapon. Moving that hand left, she felt four more keloids on her lower abdomen and two higher up, with one of those two in the middle of her chest. The puncture scars were easier to find. There were five of those; one where one blade of the masked killer had run through the outside of her left arm; one on the front of her right shoulder; one on her left thigh, and two on her right. Cynn didn't feel shame at the scars. If anything, they filled her with a sense of triumph to know that she had survived that. It wasn't enough to make up for now having to play catch-up with everyone else, but it was something to start with.\n\nNoticing that she must have looked like she was feeling herself up, she jerked her right arm away from her leg and placed it back on the table. Her cheeks flushed red, which was more pronounced when viewed in conjunction with her white hair, despite how dirty it might be. She looked at pitch and tried to talk, but it seemed her social ineptitude had finally caught up to her.\n\n\"So, P-Pitch...\" she began, cursing herself mentally. \"How...long have y-you...studied at this Co-College?\"", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "Crossark (User:Talk) 10:26 PM 7 December, 2014 - Reverted 1 edit by Crossark: Copyediting. Possible Vandalism.", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "[[snip]]", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "**Pitch Black**\n\nAs soon as the elf started running her hand along everywhere on herself she could get to, }Pitch raised an eyebrow. He noticed that the places he could see were covered in scars. He blinked a few times, now noticing how many there were. He felt a twinge of sympathy toward her. What had happened? It mustn't have been pretty, considering they were all over. When she seemed to snap back into the moment, he hardly noticed she was talking. He completely ignored her question.\n\n\"Well, what happened there?\" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously. \"Looks like you were ripped to shreds. I wonder how that feels... That could be fun, depending on what was doing the shredding...\" he rambled on for a few moments, explaining how he thought the best way to be shredded up is, and by whom. When he finished, he realized how long he'd been talking.\n\n\"Oh, my apologies. What was that?\" he asked, a more gentlemanly smile on his face than you'd expect from an insane person.", "username": "louie221", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "**Cynn Ellime**\nCynn felt slightly violated by Pitch's stare, but she was more annoyed that he hadn't listened to her at all, choosing to rant about his own masochism instead. For once, however - though it was unknown to her at the time - she didn't feel empty and sad. It wasn't that big of a step up, but it was one.\n\nAnyhow, the young elf was pretty angry at the man in front of her. She repeated her question with a much more determined and bitter tone, not noticing that she had gone back to covering up one of the scars on her left arm.\n\n\"I said,\" Cynn began, \"How long have you studied at the College. I've been...out for a bit, and you're the first person I've met upon returning, so... I'd just like to know, okay?\"", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "\"You*are*a brute.\" Darius said as he shifted his stance, both relieved and disappointed that he didn't have to stop a fight. \"But that does not mean you need to stay one. Think before you act, and today will not repeat itself.\" He turned around and got ready to hop off the roof, but before he did, he spoke over his shoulder. \"It does not look like you are alone now. That child seems to enjoy your company.\" With that he jumped down onto the ground below.\n\nDarius sighed as he made his way back to the inn. Hopefully, the problem would be solved for this mission. He had no idea if the events at the bridge would stay with the half-elf after the mission was over. It wouldn't be his problem after, so he didn't really care that much about it. He opened the door to the inn and scanned the room to see if Ssarak was still around. He was, so Darius went to the bar and ordered two mugs of mead. Once he had them, he made his way to Ssarak's table and sat down across from him. He offered the dragon man a mug. \"I think we need to celebrate surviving today.\" Darius smiled. \"Let us hope that we will not have to celebrate this every night.\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Darius Jura" }, { "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": "*Althalus*\n\nThere's a reason Althalus doesn't like killing mages. The fact that they were being attacked by an undead horde was a very good example of this reason. Mages*never*go down clean. They always do something to cause a bloody mess that takes hours to get out of. But it was too late to change anything now. Thanks primarily to Grey, Althalus helping out when wasn't dealing with those undead that attacked the guard, the door was busted open. That was one problem solved, the guide already dragging poor Coco into the house as fast as possible. Mar was in trouble. Well, not in trouble right now, but anyone with half a brain could see that eventually the undead would get past her and surround her. And that wasn't even considering the fact that she might freeze up again. \"I hate working in groups.\" Althalus muttered, glancing between the open door and Mar. He knew the smart thing to do would be to run up the stairs and shoot the little bastard. That would kill all the undead and just generally solve their problem. But by then Mar could be overwhelmed and killed while everyone was retreating and he wasn't about to fail her like that again. Not for a third time. Grey solved the problem for him, by running in and shouting about how he was going to kill the kid. So what if he was glowing the same purple as the guy trying to kill them and his brother all those years ago? Right now, Althalus was just thankful for the help. \"Fine by me.\" Althalus said, drawing two daggers. A few short steps took him to where Mar and Leith were. \"Leith, make a run for it. Mar and I will hold them off as long as we can.\" The only thing he had going for him over Leith was that he knew Mar's body language like the back of his hand. But when fighting with a Naga, that was the single most important thing you could have.\n\n*Inside the House*\n\nThe area you first walk into was relatively okay. It had once been a family sitting room, as evidenced by the remains of a dining table and a fireplace. A few bloodstains on the floor and walls, leading to the stairs. There was plenty of large chunks of more broken furniture and who knew what else that someone could use to at least slow the undead down long enough for Grey to kill the Necromancer. There was just a trace of the smell of cooked and rotting meat in the air. Not that anyone fighting for their lives against the undead horde would notice.\n\nWhen Grey reached the top of the stairs, things went from okay to hellish. The stairway opened up into a hall, and the reek of rotting meat almost overpowered the smell of cooked flesh. There was the remains of three bodies, all severed and mutilated and burned,in varying stages of decay. Gore was scattered up and down the hallway, like a madman had played in it and used it to create simple pictures. Of the three rooms in the hall, only one door was closed. A purple light could be seen streaming from under the crack and unintelligible screaming could be heard from behind it. Obviously, that's where the kid was hiding.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "**Lyn**\n\nOnly once had Lyn gotten out of bed throughout the night. A nightmare, created by the day's events, had crept into her mind. It terrified her beyond words and caused her to sit upright suddenly, her voice choked on her own silent scream while tears slithered their way down her cheeks. The image burned into her head, causing her to rise and shift from her make shift bed. Her feet padded to the nearest comfort, a warm and familiar body became a needed comfort. She naturally crawled into their bed to snuggle close and the shivering emotions away. In the morning, when the caravan master awoke each of them, she noticed whose bed she had crawled into last night.\n\nShe blinked and noticed it was Alaira's. It made her smile as she carefully sat upright, aware she didn't disturb the blankets or wake her chosen guardian. Her bear had waddled from its perch, following her from the bed to the quickly washing, finally breakfast before they both hopped into the wagon. Her legs folded up and under her with her bear held in her lap among the shifted goods. Bottle clattered, boxes rattled, and much more surrounded her compared to the last stow away. This made things much different now that they knew she was along. Though she was rather disappointed her viewing of the scenery was obscured by the tarp which covered her, limiting it to the front or back.\n\nThe trip seemed much longer now.\n\nThe only thing that made her forget the time was when Ssarak was talking with her. They chattered about her mother, father, and more. However, when the conversation turned to the Elixirs in her pocket and Lucilia's request she tried something, she thought Ssarak's mood darkened slightly. That worried her but it soon forgotten when they started to play a word game. One that used the alphabet and went down the line, from A to Z. With each letter, they offered a name of an object, person or animal that started with it. Ssarak had kept a list of the mentioned things and placed them on a paper, absent from their memory and minds which he would read whenever a round happened. They weren't allowed to repeat a single thing that was on that list. Lyn had won a few times but Ssarak seemed rather good at it, which made it challenging compared to her mother. Though it didn't help her mother struggled to read and refused help in her own pride. There was a sense of sorrow that came with the thought, and then was quickly swept away during the games and conversation on the trip. Sometimes Ssarak would translate for her to the others. Each stopped seemed just the rest until they came to present one.\n\nWhen Ssarak's mental telepathy edged into her mind, Lyn ducked low within the wagon. Her body had curled into a ball, just like Ssarak had told her to do, while she stayed out of sight. Something was happening and the thought made her fidget, unsure what it might be. The worry didn't help either. Unlike Lyn, her bear's head peered out to survey the scene. Ironically his face popped up right around the time Darius had shifted by the wagon and caused the little, demonic toy to glare at him. Clearly it was obvious the toy didn't trust him... completely.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "-ugh-", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "**_Caravan Escort_**\n\nThe guardsmen had a mixture of fear and anger. Fear that they'd have to fight such formidable opponents, and anger because they were getting pushed around and quite frankly, they were growing rather tired of people abusing them. The guard captain gave Ssarak and Meirin a dirty look, disbelieving their words. \"You think that justifies her actions!? We have served loyally here for a week, weathering storms and diseases, and you expect us to just forgive when your bitch decides to act on her paranoia?\" If the guard captain was a Pyromancer he would be smoking from his fury, but the robed man stepped forward, raising a hand so the guard captain could calm down. A little. \"I too would like use to forget about this incident and move on without any bloodshed. But I do believe some... Recompense is in order. You there! What is your cargo?\" The robed man spoke towards the caravan master who sat up in shock. He began to sweat and looked nervously between the robed man and Ssarak. \"I-I delivering textiles and... Other luxuries... To Hysteria, sir. Silk curtains and engraved bowls.\" The caravan master gulped.\n\nThe robed man stroke his chin and contemplated this new information as he continued to using a Wide-Concentration telepathy on everyone but Ssarak. The man could feel Ssarak's wards deflect his own magic, though he already guessed he was a Psychomancer by the Eysire's scales. \"I suppose it would have to do than. A 100 gold in reparation for the harm your friend has done to one of my guardsmen... And 50 for each guardsman here for needlessly endangering them.\" That was 350 gold at a minimum, which was almost three years worth of pay for most of those guardsmen. But the robed man didn't care for the money. He wanted to see the merchant's contraband, as he had a feeling that the caravanners couldn't get the money to pay for reparations. \"Or, these gentlemen can simply pick what they'd like to take from this wagon.\"\n\n**_Tyrael Marchosias_**\n\nTyrael entered the messhall looking for Pitch. With all these new recruits coming in, Tyrael aimed to make use of them. The messhall was rather empty and he saw Pitch and Cynn sitting together. The Fallen Orc strode towards the two and called out to them. **\"Pitch. Cynn. I have a job for the both of you, if you are available today. Come with me.\"** As if he was giving them a choice, Tyrael than walked back towards the exit of the mess hall, stopping at the doors to see if they were going to follow him. From his stern glare, he was expecting them to follow him.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title)" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nMost of the guards were still angry, which was perfectly understandable, but the robed man seemed much more calm. Unfortunately the amount he demanded in reparation was far above reasonable. It was possible that it was simply a high first offer which could be haggled, but in any case, it was far too much for them to pay. It did, however, open up an avenue of conversation that could get them through witout further violence, as the promise of gold could, even a smaller mount, could significantly lower the weary guards' willingness to fight. Lyn had also revealed herself, which was concerning, but as long as they were still negotiating, Meirin would have time to get her back into the wagon. \n\n\"I understand your anger, as I would share it in your position, but you know that a bloody nose and bruised neck is not worth three years pay. The idea of reparations, however, is not unreasonable. OUr friend was out of line. It was her judgment, her mistake, and it should be her consequences. I can offer all of her gold for the transgression. It is not three years pay, but it is a price we are actually capable of paying. This is gold on top of the normal toll, for your own use. It goes to yourselves, not your superiors, and most of all, it comes at no risk to you. You need not fight well-trained guards to obtain it;, you can just have it at no risk to your own lives. Just free gold, with no more hassle. Alaira, give me what you have so I may count it.\" Ssarak said. He had a few ideas in mind for his counteroffer. For one, it offered something of a sense of justice, as it punished specifically the one who harmed them. For some, seeing somone who had hurt them suffer could make up for a lesser monetary reward. As well, it was an offer that took advantage of some of their fears. Even just by appearances alone, most of the caravan guard looked to be in better shape than the bridge's guards. Fighting the caravan guard would be a significant risk to their lives, and what Ssarak was offering allowed them to recieve extra payment with none of that danger. Ssarak made sure to look across each of the guards as he made his offer so that they knew he was talking to them all, as even if his words did not convince every single one of them, he could possibly divide their opinions.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "**_Alaira Taenn_**\n\nAlaira could not hear, or really even perceive Ssarak, everything was a foggy haze of screaming pain as her mind ore itself apart. And it only got worse as it continued. She did even see Lyn as she approached, just distorted silhouettes of everyone. She had to make this stop, at any cost... Shaky, she rose to her feet, shoving the larger shadow aside... those other shadows on the other side, they were causing this... She rushed one of the diseased guards, howling in fury and pain, tackling him to the ground as she clamped her hand over the sides of his head. Her arms crackled with energy as enormous amounts of power crackled through, no doubt cooking his mind...", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Darius raised an eyebrow when Alaira dropped to the ground grabbing at her head. Something happened to her, but nothing happened to anyone else. Maybe the Psychomancer that Ssarak mentioned had done something to cause the half-elf pain. Either way, it stopped the situation from getting worse. The man in the robe began negotiating a fee for attacking the guardsmen. Darius didn't care what they were talking about. He was watching the guardsmen just in case one of them decided to attack. \n\nHowever yet again it was Alaira that attacked first. She ran at one of the guardsmen and tackled him to the ground. Her arms started crackling with energy. If it was anything like last time, the man was either dead or going to be very soon. With sigh, Darius ran over to Alaira, and after taking a few deep breaths, he pulled her off of the man with enough force to send her sliding back a few feet. He then looked at the guardsmen and put his hand on the hilt of his sword. \n\n\"I do not believe that negotiations are an option anymore. Am I correct? And I will not allow you to take anything from the caravan. It is our job to ensure it arrives at Hysteria intact.\" Darius was ready. The prospect of a fight after having gone so long without one was an exciting one.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Darius Jura" } ]

[ { "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": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nAnnabeth listened and watched, but her eyes were focusing off to the distance. She understood what he was saying, and it hit close to home. A little too close. Not his fault of course, but still it felt... Awkward.**\"That's good to know. I'm... I'm just going to go. Thanks for the pointers.\"**Annabeth took back her things and started to pack her things up. She was about to leave when she stopped and looked back towards Grey.**\"Ah... You know, I wouldn't mind some more training. I'm usually here in the mornings if I don't have classes or work. I usually train with some others too. I think we all could work together. I'm... I'm just going to go see some people. It was nice meeting you.\"**Annabeth took her things and went on over to her dormitory.\n\nAnnabeth dropped most of her things off. The only things she kept was her armor, dagger, and buckler, which she left hanging off her belt. She wasn't sure why she left in such a hurry. It was rather foolish, now that she thought of it. Classes obviously weren't going to be happening and despite being able to do some training, she was physically not well enough to help with the repair of the college. Too risky. She supposed that she could just take her longsword to the forge at least. Give her something to do. So taking her broken sword she walked out of her dorm and headed towards the forge.\n\nAs Annabeth was heading towards the forge (Taking a much longer route due to repairs) she spotted someone interesting. A girl with pink hair. At first she thought it was Satori, but as Annabeth got closer she quickly discovered that it wasn't Satori, but a vampire girl that Annabeth vaguely remembers seeing at Underhaven some times. Which also reminded her that Annabeth should stop by Underhaven at some point and see what's going on with them, such as if Annabeth is still going to be employed with them. Regardless, the pink-haired girl seemed lost to Annabeth. Deciding to try to be helpful (And also since she was bored) Annabeth went up to the girl.**\"Hello there. You seem rather lost. Do you need some help?\"**", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" } ]

[ { "text": "As Ssarak left Meirin chatted with the boy. He was obviously rather shocked at the whole ordeal, and spoke very little of what had happened since she and Ssarak saved him. He did mention losing one of his closer friends however. Meirin gave him her condolences, for what they're worth. Eventually the boy simply wondered off, leaving Meirin to stand alone. Didn't last for long however, as Grey showed up. Meirin was a bit surprise to see him here, half expecting that he would be guarding the college. But maybe he was here to do that.**\"Hi Grey. They're friends, yes. We met up yesterday before... Well, before the demons attacked. I suppose you could say we grew rather close to each other afterwards. Are you here on patrol?\"**She noticed that Grey had very few injuries on him. He was patched up, but considering he was a guardsman, he had expected him to be much more wounded. She actually sort of expected to find him laid out on one of the cots inside.*\"I guess I should have assume that he'd be able to take care of himself. Didn't be break his arm yesterday though?\"*", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Noel Howle\n\nAfter playing a balancing act with the tray, a meal for the guard who had woken up, Noel had been instructed to watch one of the patients. A familiar, white haired student who seemed fixed in a slight, restful slumber. Much to her surprise, she easily recognized the student as the very girl she had admired in the Dinning Hall. This made the task slightly easier, even if she wasn't already eager to help, her hands then pulled up a chair to take a side at the cot.\n\nHer hands settled in her lap while her eyes just watched Cynn's relaxed posture, looking blissfully calm compared to some of the other patients brought in last night. Instinctively Noel's mind recalled how impressed she was by the aptitude the College healers displayed, matched only by their determination to care for their own. It was rather heartwarming, possibly the key factor for her volunteering now that she reflected back on it. It also helped she had a little knowledge about herbs and experience in healing during her time in Eania.\n\nHer fingers twisted her borrowed nurse's dress, about only a few inches above her ankle and form fitting, as her legs softly kicked beneath her seat. For a while she sat there. Her brown eyes continued to stare down when movement caught her attention, her face rose slightly. The patient's eyes were open, causing Noel to jerk in surprise and hand clamped over her lips in order to stifle the small yelp. Stunned and numbed to her next move, Noel could only watch as the hallucination play out, the acknowledgement of the patient's whereabouts slow to return to the white haired girl's face, the head moved to her fingers skirting along the sheets. It had be scribbling word Los but too stunned by the display, Noel didn't spare time to determine them, merely fixed in place as a spectator.\n\nAfter several minutes, Cynn seemed to take in her condition. Her face twisted up in shock, likely from being in a strange place, before she spoke with expected surprise. Finally acknowledgement reached her eyes as well as her mind, barely easing Noel's clawing discomfort. Cynn's words stammered drive what remained away. bith the young student's introduction and confirmed Noel's suspicions she didn't know where she was.\n\nFully aware how frightened the patient was, Noel removed her hand from her mouth and tried to sooth her. \"It's alright, you were brought by a student and are currently in the infirmary. The healers have been treating everyone injured during last night's catastrophe.\"\n\nNoel bit back the sickness in her stomach when images, memories of the wounded and dying, came into her head. She couldn't help the shudder which raced up and down her spine. The notion worsened when she thought back to Cynn's earlier display. Her eyes broke contact, partly to hide the discomfort she felt and then turned toward a Esyire situated farther away from the pair. Noel had caught the whispers of who he was.\n\nStraightening her dress she once more faced Cynn, this time with a small smile. \"Even the Headmaster was hurt and brought here for treatment. Which brings up a few important questions: how do you feel? Is there something you need?\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Leith was unsure how long he had been asleep while leaning against the wall, but when he jolted back into reality, Ssarak was gone and Meirin was talking to the student. He pushed off the wall and took a look inside the Infirmary. It was*way*too crowded for him, so he decided to stay outside and wait for Ssarak. As he walked over to Meirin, a guard approached them. The man was the exact opposite of Leith in terms of build. While Leith was tall and skinny, the guard was tall and solid. The man seemed to know Meirin. Leith made a face of mock offence and spoke to Meirin.\n\n\"Are you not going to introduce me?\" Leith shook his head and clicked his tongue at her, a smile making its way onto his face. He looked at the guard and smiled. \"My name's Leith,\" he said as he held his right hand out to the man before stopping and offering his left hand out to the man instead.*I think breaking someone's hand would be a horrible way to meet someone,*he thought as he chuckled to himself.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "**Grey Onyx**\n\nGrey was relieved that Meirin seemed to be alright. He didn't really know many students by name, so he wouldn't really feel too good if one of them died, even if he'd known her for less than 24 hours. She'd asked him if he was on patrol, and he scowled.**\"The captain ordered me to take the day off. He saw me after I fought that one demon, I was quite a mess, I'm told.\"**He explained. True, he was covered in bruises, lacerations, several of his bones were dislocated, the whole nine yards.**\"I'm a bit tired, but I feel fine. I must be the only one around here that doesn't want to take a damned break...\"**He added, seeming even more frustrated, though he quickly calmed himself down.**\"Anyway, I figured that helping the Nurses wouldn't be physical enough for the captain to get angry. I gotta be useful somehow.\"**He didn't seem all that aware of the fact that his quick recovery was... unnatural to say the least. This guy was the kind of thing that just more eerie the harder you looked at it.\n\nThe smaller man with the gauntlet piped up at this moment, and he turned to face him. Now that he was closer, he was absolutely astounded he didn't notice the man's unusual appearance earlier. Bald albino's tend to stick out. That gauntlet was even stranger, he thought. It had to be enchanted, seeing as how it's bulk made it absolutely worthless as armor.**\"Grey Onyx, of Blacklight.\"**He said as he returned the handshake. The man had offered his gauntleted hand, but withdrew it as if remembering something. Clearly he was unfamiliar with it.**\"That's an odd gauntlet there, Leith.\"**He said.**\"I take it you haven't been wearing it for long?\"**", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nAs much as Ssarak wanted to speak to the people he knew, he did not want to put himself in the way of the infirmary staff. Besides, most of them likely needed rest, and simply seeing them alive would be enough to put his mind at ease. A few of the friendly faces he saw came from Satori's psychomancy class, and at least none of those seemed to be in mortal danger. Of course, there were others from his classes that were not present, which meant they were either fine, or they were deceased. Time would be the only way to determine which was the case. Apart from Lidda, he could see no teachers in the room, though there were guards, staff, and other college officials. He even saw the headmaster, Khan, recovering from the wounds he sustained during the previous night's events. He also spotted Mar in the infirmary, along with her child. From the outside, both her and her child seemed to be in good health for their circumstances. From what Leith had said, she had been attacked not only by demons, but by the other Naga, Xyden, as well. Ssarak could not fathom what would provoke such an attack against the mother of a newborn child, but he hoped Xyden received proper punishment for his actions.\n\nThe person Ssarak saw who he was most concerned about was Alaira. She was not conscious and, by the attention the staff was giving her, not responsive as well. He could see that she was breathing, so she was certainly alive, but of all the people he recognized, she looked to be in the worst shape. He could not admit to knowing her too well, but anyone who knew Alaira knew that her talents in combat was one of the defining features of her personality. The fact that she was in her current state underscored how dangerous the demons they faced could be.\n\nOnce he had looked around the infirmary enough, Ssarak left to return to Meirin and Leith outside. As he approached the group, he noticed an unfamiliar individual in a guard uniform speaking to the pair. Ssarak walked up beside Meirin and gave the guardsman a nod.\n\n\"Greetings.\" He said politely before looking down to Meirin. \"I saw a few people I knew in the infirmary. The headmaster was there, wounded, but recovering. I saw Mar and her child; both appeared in good health, all things considered. Alaira seemed to be in a much more dubious state, however. She was alive, but was unconscious and did not appear responsive. I intend to return to check on her when the infirmary is less crowded. One person I did not see was Aruna. I know she did not return to your room last night, so I hoped to find her recovering in there. Hopefully, she is unharmed and simply found another place to stay for the night due to the chaos.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

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

[ { "text": "Roc Mission\n**A Roc Start**\n\nThe horses set aside for the day's ride to Leaper's Plateau stamped their hooves nervously, their nostrils snorted and breathed heavy mist into the warm air. At their barrel bellies hung two days' worth of supplies as well as extras like sleeping bundles and water skins to farther add comfort to the long ride. Among the unsteady animals was Eural, a young man about between his early twenties and late teens. His blond hair was a mess and his clothing just as scruffy, crumbled by long nights of sleeping within them and covered in layers of dust.\n\nOnce he noted the group which had arrived, he smirked. \"Well, if we're all done chatting let's be off shall we? It's a day's ride to and back but it's over tough territory and if we're lucky, the Roc might be away when we arrive.\"\n\nOnce they mounted, he led them through the gate and across the grey plains. The travel pace was likely extended farther by the slow set pace because of the balista which was a large, and in Eural's opinion pointless machine to bring, hulking thing which required several horses to tug its wagon. Mages… always over complicating things he thought in a reproachful manner during his ride. Though not a word passed through his lips.\n\n**Several hours later….**\n\nHalf way into the journey, their horses had left the grisly sight of demon heads tacked up like a morbid mini forest and buzzing of flies almost deafening behind them. However the scent seemed to follow and was almost too much to tolerate, Eural forcefully brought his horse slowly to a halt, preferably downwind of it. His beast, including the others, had become rather unsettled. Their tails flickered nervously while their heads seemed to scan the horizon, seeming to see something none of them could yet nothing seemed to be heading their way. Actually, the most unnerving part was the total absence of animals at all. Never had a bird sang its beautiful song nor had the glimpse of white tail deer that darted across the plains. It was if everything was scared into dark silence.\n\nHe dismounted, his leg dropped hard into the ground. \"Alright, we'll give the horses a rest here and take a light lunch. We can also determine our strategy too with how to deal with the Roc. I much rather not waltz up on it before we all know what we're doing. Nothing screams dinner like lined up horse meat to a Roc.\"\n\nWith practice ease, Eural unlatched his bag and a bundle to cushion his chosen seat on the ground. Wasting little time he had indicated where the others should sit then crashed himself. He chewed on some hard tack bread, washing it down with ale, while he took a small reed from nearby for a writing tool. He quickly sketched out on the dirt the position of the key markers, the plateau, the road, and where they were currently.\n\n\"Alright, here's what we're dealing with. The Roc is a big ass bird. It's large enough to lift a full size wagon, draft horse and all, right up off its feet and across large distances. Its eye sight can see in time of broad daylight but it can't see at night, or in twilight. Flaps of its wings can reach to about several miles per hour which is like a full mage's gale for an aeromancer if we managed to ground the bitch. Weak points are the eyes and wing joints, though the later will take great force to damage and you need to be close. Watch out for beak, feet, and talons. The beak and talons will shred you, the feet will crush you. Last location was the road just before Leaper's Plateau so its stands to reason that's where her nest is. So, any questions or ideas on our approach?\" Eural asked, slightly in a mocking pleasant voice.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak made full use of the wagon's footholds whenever possible to ease his burden on the journey. Even the most well-conditioned individual would grow tired after long enough of walking in full gear, and they needed to cover as much ground as they could as quickly as possible. Not to mention that each of them needed to be in as good of a condition as possible in the event that they ran across trouble, which, unfortunately, they did as they came across a bridge over a river.\n\nComing upon the scene of the two duelists, there were countless possibilities that could have brought the two into their confrontation, which is why Ssarak was careful not to guess or speculate on any of them. He intended to make no assumptions based on anything but evidence. He knew that they were engaged in a duel, and that they appeared to be adept in combat. In his mind, he went over the potential advantages and disadvantages they had over the duelists. For himself, he noticed that they seemed to be using strictly blades, which would not piece his armor. It was technically possible for a blade to be forced through gaps in joints, but the overlapping plates Ssarak used did minimize those areas as much as possible, and he was no novice in the use of his armor. That being said, the duelists appeared skilled, and he was not going to make the mistake of underestimating them. Beyond himself, there was Meirin, Darius, and Alaira, all of whom were skilled in their own styles. Of course, the ideal situation for Ssarak would be to avoid entering a fight at all, and instead settle the issue with words alone. Between Darius and Alaira, however, he worried that wouldn't be possible. They did outnumber the pair of duelists, but there were still factors working against them, the largest of which was lack of information. They knew nothing of these duelists' abilities beyond what they could see, and there was always the possibility that it was a ruse, something to draw them out so hidden attackers could strike while they did not expect it. As well, they were obviously far more agile than Ssarak, but as long as he was with his friends and allies, they could make up for his weakness.\n\nSsarak walked alongside the wagon, fully armed and armored, but did not yet step any further. Instead, he observed from a distance, intending to plan with the others. \"What approach do you all believe would be best. I would like to avoid a fight, if at all possible. Perhaps we should attempt to speak to them from a distance? They are engaged in combat, so there is a good chance we will not receive a response, but it could be a good opening strategy.\" He suggested.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Walking was nothing new to Meirin. Walking long distances less so; she did used to protect caravans through Djarkel after all. She let the others take turns on the wagon's footholds as she simply walked alongside keeping pace with the wagon. Despite the dark and desolate landscape, Meirin felt at home. She was familiar to these lands, and for their lifelessness, there was a certain serene beauty to it. Plus, these open plains were perfect places for open warfare. Meirin couldn't help it; she's heard stories of great battles and could see them all here. War was a terrible thing, but a sight to behold nonetheless.\n\nAs the caravan was moving along familiar dirt roads they came to a stop. Two men fighting a pitch battle in front of a bridge. Meirin's adrenaline flared up. This was a perfect spot for an ambush, and she'd know it. It was a bait-and-switch: caravan gets blocked by a scene, and the bandits would move their men into position to maximize their surprise attack. The tall grass makes it difficult for the wagon to move, and there was no way to go but back if they weren't going to fight. The fighters were blocking to bridge so they couldn't go forward, and no doubt these men had others hidden in the grass to ambush them. Meirin looked around, trying to find some sign of where the bandits would be lying in wait. Ssarak mentioned trying to talk to the fighters and avoid fighting, but Meirin knew it wouldn't be that simple. At best they'd have to pay the bandits a toll to pass, but that's not what they were hired to do. And that was if they were even going to be willing to just allow them to go free afterwards and not attack them when the caravan shows them their backs. No, a fight was going to be expected, and Meirin was going to get ready for a fight. She gripped her Monk's Spade firmly, ready to flourish it at a moment's notice.\n\n\"This is a trap. Ssarak, speak to the fighters if you must. The rest of us should keep an eye out for their allies, who are no doubt aware and waiting for us.\" If these bandits knew what they were doing, they would be hiding in the tall grass with crossbows ready to shoot them. If she could figure out their location, she could expose them with a wind burst, or maybe use the burst to close the distance and take out a bandit before he could reload his crossbow or draw his weapon. Meirin narrowed her eyes and looked into the tall grass, ready to take the initiative.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "**Alaira Taenn** \n\nAh, good old walking. It had been, what, nearly a year since she joined the college? It had been quite a while since she'd traveled, and it bugged her to no end that she wasn't in peak condition, and thus unable to really enjoy it. She had stumbled more times than she had cared to admit, and the footholds were a welcome convenience. Still, she had been able to enjoy the fights. There was a certain charm to it, but she was mostly excited at the prospect of entering such a hostile place. Sure, she wasn't at her best, but that didn't mean she wasn't leagues better than your common bandit.\n\nThe wagon had come to a stop, evidently some bastards were dueling. Bullshit. The only time you dueled on a bridge was when it was a particularly dramatic one. This? wooden bridge over a gods-damn river that was barely worthy of the term. Either this was some sort of trap, or these two really needed to get some gods-damn style. The girl from the mountains seemed to hold that sentiment as well, though she was being a bit too... cautious.**\"T... Talk to them?\"**Alaira asked, incredulously. The dragon man really needed to learn that the sledgehammer was mightier than the pen.**\"You do know that this is probably a bandit shakedown, right?\"**She asked, gesturing to the combatants as she hopped off the wagon.**\"Look, they've probably got guys in the tall grass over there. Here, let me prove it. If I'm wrong, I owe ya a drink.\"**She said simply as she raised her arm at the grass.\n\nNow, a few things were certain. First, basically everyone who knew her had been instructed to not allow alaira to use her electromancy at any cost, it might worsen her condition. Second, she was awfully quick, Ssarak didn't have time to stop her, and third, Djarken Graygrass was very,*very*flammable. She bit back a scream of agony as she fired a bolt at the grass, setting a large amount of it on fire as it just... went up. Probably wouldn't kill them but if anyone was in there, they'd be leaving.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]

[ { "text": "Darius watched the event unfold in front of him. When the half-elf ignored them, it took everything he had not to try to beat sense into her. Instead, he set down his mug and let Meirin try to talk some sense into Alaira. If that didn't work, he'd try his own method. At first, it appeared that Meirin wasn't making any progress, but when she mentioned the demon attack, the half-elf stiffened, stood up, and rushed Meirin, slamming her against a wall.\n\nDarius stood up and made his way towards the two, ready to break it up if it got more violent, but they separated before he made it to them. Alaira stormed out of the bar, slamming the door behind her. He raised his eyebrows when Meirin followed after her. He hadn't expected the girl to continue. Hell, he didn't expect her to shrug off being slammed into a wall. He shook his head slightly and hurried after red haired girl.\n\nHe waited while Meirin got directions and followed her towards the house. He looked around for the half-elf but he couldn't find her. He stopped when he heard a voice coming from above him. They were on the roof. Taking a few steps back, Darius readied himself for the jump. He took three deep breaths and waited for his head to become clear. Once it had, he jumped, higher than he usually would, and pulled himself onto the roof.\n\nHe hadn't heard what Meirin had said, but he watched the both of them with his arms crossed over his chest. He was ready to stop anything that happened on the rooftop. It wouldn't do if two of the escorts injured themselves. So he waited, and he watched.\n\n---\n\n**Leith Calder**\n\nLeith was relieved to see Mar move. He pondered her comment about being not okay before she started issuing orders. He nodded when she told him what he needed to do before looking at him. For a moment, panic flooded his mind. He wasn't sure if Mar was looking at him as an example of what she'd do, or she was about to swipe with her tail. He chose the latter and took a few hurried steps backwards. He was right. Mar's tail swept forward and knocked the undead backwards. There were a few that were out of the range of the sweep and had started shambling towards Mar.\n\nThey weren't going to make it to her. Leith made it to them first. He lashed out with his sword and cut the first one in half from just below the ribcage. He looked over his should to see if there were any on the other side of Mar. There wasn't any at the moment, so he turned back to the two in front of him. He moved his sword from his right hand to his left, wincing at the pain it caused. He grabbed second one and whipped it into the third. They flew backwards and landed in a heap of arms and legs.\n\nA tremendous crash boomed through the air. Leith looked back at the house and saw that the door was no longer in its frame. They were that much closer to ending it. He heard Grey's shout that he was going to get the kid alone. Not good. If that kid could raise the entire village, there's no telling what else he could do. He glanced at Mar and switched his sword to his right hand as he got ready to run to the house. \"Let's go, we need to close that door up again.\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "**Cynn Ellime**\nCynn peered over the top of her arms at the man who sat in front of her. He hadn't told her who he was, but at least he seemed to be trying to cheer her up a bit. For a moment, at least, it kind of worked, but she wasn't over this stint of sadness quite yet. However, there was no reason in crying anymore, so she wiped away the tears and sat up straight.\n\n\"So,\" she started. Her voice faltered, and she had to start over again. \"So, who are you? I didn't see you before... Well, never mind that.\" She was trying to avoid saying it flat out; she was worried it would send her over the edge again. Hopefully the human wouldn't notice. As sort of an afterthought, she added, \"What Blood do you have?\"", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "**Pitch Black**\n\nPitch looked at the elf with uncertainty. He sort of looked himself over, assuming maybe something about him made him look inhuman. His blood? Obviously he was ab odd human being. A fairly gloomy one, at that. Noticing that he'd been silenced for quite some time now, he looked back to her, clearing his throat. He did an awkward sort of bow, his legs seemingly tangled up.\n\n\"Pitch Black, Obiligatio, at your service.\" he said, bringing himself back upright. \"Here to learn Necromancy. And you?\"\n\nPitch eyed her, trying to guess what type of magic she was here for. She seemed like the earthy type, especially considering she wore the clothes of any adventurer he'd seen. Maybe she was the nature type. Or, she could be tricking him, maybe she was something completely out there. He simply stood there, a concentrated look painted to his face.", "username": "louie221", "char_name": null }, { "text": "**Alaira Taenn**\n\nAlaira was aware of Meirin and... other guy, when they arrived thanks to her keen senses (To be fair, massive wind gusts and landings like that weren't exactly stealthy... not that anyone was trying to be), though aside from quickly debating fleeing she didn't do much... The yarosmerian said nothing, but Meirin said quite a lot of things... Alaira fell silent, sniffling as she turned to look to Meirin. She looked utterly miserable, and it was probably the first time Meirin had seen her without a trace of anger or arrogant pride.\n\n**\"I don't regret what I did back then... I-if I had to die to save Lyn, it would be alright... And if I had taken just a single second to come up with a plan, I would have failed. B-but today...\"**She buried her face in her hands, sobbing once more.**\"T-today I almost killed her! I-I promised I'd always be there to keep her safe, b-but she almost died! F-for no reason! And th-then you got stuck with cleaning up my mess... y-you saved her and almost died yourself, just because I had a bad idea...\"**\n\nShe grew silent again, wiping the tears from her eyes.**\"Sh-she deserves better... L-like you...\"**She said, quietly.**\"Y-your pretty and smart, everyone likes you... I'm just a brute... I'm just a burden, only good for wrecking shit. The most I can get from anyone is to leave me alone... I've always been alone...\"**Hrm, she usually wasn't willing to talk to anyone about... well, anything. Perhaps the alcohol was to blame?", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "**Cynn Ellime**\nThe young elf smiled a tired smile. \"At this point, Pitch,\" she began to answer, \"I'm not sure I could do anything anymore. But before I...well, before, I was a Geomancer.\"\n\nCynn couldn't help it; she had started to think about before she had entered her coma. She remembered the dining hall in shambles. She remembered standing in front of a masked man, holding her rapier. She wondered where her rapier had gone; she'd have to look for it later, she thought. She remembered being cut and cut by the man for what seemed like hours, never losing faith that she could stop this...murderer. He was a murderer, and she knew that she could take him, either by one way or another. It wasn't the confidence that she had exhibited a few minutes ago, but something different.\n\nSuddenly, she became conscious of her scars. There was the one on her throat from when she'd been ambushed in the woods. It was old, and she paid no real mind to it. Then there were three on her right forearm, and two on her right hand; those made sense, as the murderer probably tried to get her to drop her weapon. Moving that hand left, she felt four more keloids on her lower abdomen and two higher up, with one of those two in the middle of her chest. The puncture scars were easier to find. There were five of those; one where one blade of the masked killer had run through the outside of her left arm; one on the front of her right shoulder; one on her left thigh, and two on her right. Cynn didn't feel shame at the scars. If anything, they filled her with a sense of triumph to know that she had survived that. It wasn't enough to make up for now having to play catch-up with everyone else, but it was something to start with.\n\nNoticing that she must have looked like she was feeling herself up, she jerked her right arm away from her leg and placed it back on the table. Her cheeks flushed red, which was more pronounced when viewed in conjunction with her white hair, despite how dirty it might be. She looked at pitch and tried to talk, but it seemed her social ineptitude had finally caught up to her.\n\n\"So, P-Pitch...\" she began, cursing herself mentally. \"How...long have y-you...studied at this Co-College?\"", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "Crossark (User:Talk) 10:26 PM 7 December, 2014 - Reverted 1 edit by Crossark: Copyediting. Possible Vandalism.", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "[[snip]]", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" }, { "text": "**Pitch Black**\n\nAs soon as the elf started running her hand along everywhere on herself she could get to, }Pitch raised an eyebrow. He noticed that the places he could see were covered in scars. He blinked a few times, now noticing how many there were. He felt a twinge of sympathy toward her. What had happened? It mustn't have been pretty, considering they were all over. When she seemed to snap back into the moment, he hardly noticed she was talking. He completely ignored her question.\n\n\"Well, what happened there?\" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously. \"Looks like you were ripped to shreds. I wonder how that feels... That could be fun, depending on what was doing the shredding...\" he rambled on for a few moments, explaining how he thought the best way to be shredded up is, and by whom. When he finished, he realized how long he'd been talking.\n\n\"Oh, my apologies. What was that?\" he asked, a more gentlemanly smile on his face than you'd expect from an insane person.", "username": "louie221", "char_name": null }, { "text": "**Cynn Ellime**\nCynn felt slightly violated by Pitch's stare, but she was more annoyed that he hadn't listened to her at all, choosing to rant about his own masochism instead. For once, however - though it was unknown to her at the time - she didn't feel empty and sad. It wasn't that big of a step up, but it was one.\n\nAnyhow, the young elf was pretty angry at the man in front of her. She repeated her question with a much more determined and bitter tone, not noticing that she had gone back to covering up one of the scars on her left arm.\n\n\"I said,\" Cynn began, \"How long have you studied at the College. I've been...out for a bit, and you're the first person I've met upon returning, so... I'd just like to know, okay?\"", "username": "Crossark", "char_name": "Cynn Ellime" } ]

[ { "text": "The caravan master woke everyone up rather early, much to her displeasure. She had a hard time sleeping due to her medicine, and what little sleep she had was not veru restful. Because of it she was rather groggy, but managed to look somewhat decent before leaving her room. Still her body felt a bit fatigued due to her lack of sleep. \"I guess a bit of moving would do me some good.\" Meirin did some exercises to limber up her body and shake the sleepiness from her system. It sort of worked, better when she ate breakfast.\n\nOnce she finished her morning ritual Meirin geared up and headed out to meet the caravan. She was glad to know that the caravan master was willing to take Lyn along. \"Be a good girl now Lyn. Just stay inside and we'll take care of things out here.\" Though there wasn't really much to do while they were traveling. Just a lot of walking, sometimes Meirin would hang onto the wagon to let her feet rest. This was starting to feel very familiar for Meirin; just her escorting another merchant through Djarkel. It was almost boring until they reached another stop at a toll bridge.\n\nThe bridge itself looked finely made, carved from stone and large enough for the wagon to cross safely. But the place reeked of garbage and worse, while the guardsmen looked like they haven't left their posts in weeks. It was a sorry state, but it's not too surprising to Meirin. Most of the barons didn't care for taking care of the roads, which is why there are so many bandits are able to prey on the countryside. But Meirin didn't like this. The smell, the look of desperation in these men's eyes... Meirin had a tight grip on her weapon.\n\nLooking at their emblems Meirin noticed something off. She didn't travel through Djarkel much, but she recognized the emblem of that of a fairly new baron. If she remembered correctly, the baron owned some land near the sea coast. Now what were the men of a sea coast baron doing this far inland? Meirin had to find out. She turned towards one of the nearby guardsmen, the lest shifty looking one of the bunch (It was a very low bar however). \"So.... How's Djarkel doing? Anything new with the barons?\"\n\n\"Same as usual. Bunch of them nobles just trying to play politics and what not. Ain't too violent, but annoying. Has us guys moving all over the damn place.\"\n\nTilting her head in curiosity Meirin tried to get more information out of the guard. \"That sounds bad. But what do you mean exactly?\"\n\n\"You know, sometimes we're playing city guard, sometimes they send us to bumblefuck nowhere like here. It's real tedious, I tell you.\"\n\n\"No doubt.\" Meirin wasn't really getting much good information from these guys. It just sounds like they were complaining so far. She decided to try to go strait to the point. \"It must be pretty rough, considering that you're pretty far from the sea. What's someone like you doing all the way out of your baron's lands?\"\n\n\"Look tits, I don't know what my boss is thinking. We're just sent here and we got our job to do. I don't know nothing else about why they got us sitting pretty here or nothing.\"\n\nMeirin scrunched up her face. A rather hostile responds, but maybe this guardman simply doesn't know anything more than that. She didn't want to give up, but she didn't want to make the man suspicious of her either. If they did plan for anything... Unwanted, Meirin didn't want to spoil their chances to fight back. She walked away from the guardsman and responded to Ssarak's telepathic message.\n\n*\"I'm not sure if these men belong here. Their emblems belong to a baron on the coast. A minor one at that. And they don't seem to know why they're here. I'd imagine that they're just doing their jobs as guardsmen, but unless the political boundaries in Djarkel has changed since I left, they shouldn't be here.\"*\n\nThough Meirin tried to look inconspicuous from the way she tensed with her weapon in hand, it was obvious that she was getting ready for some trouble. Four guardsmen poorly armed, but what if there was more? There didn't seem to be any hiding spots like the tall grass from before, but that only made Meirin more suspicious of other hiding spots possible brigands would use.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "**Alaira Taenn**\n\nAlaira had had a fairly ordinary morning all things considered. Unlike a couple of her fellows, she hadn't had much booze the night before (and she was fairly resistant to it anyway), and therefore wasn't combatting a massive hangover. She had been quiet, aside from some occasional whistling or humming as they walked, and like the others she'd sometimes hang on to the cart to have a bit of a rest. Unlike the others, she was more than happy to run into trouble should it arise. Somehow, she'd proven useful in negotiating prices even. When the Caravan master had to discuss things with the toll takers she'd make a point to just, hover around. Guards seemed more than happy to let them through quicker and for a little less if they got the massive half-elf off their bridge quicker.\n\nHowever, this new bridge was different. Despite the unusual quality of the bridge itself, the men guarding it were a ragtag group of varying disgustingness. Even the very shittiest of barony guards had a*little*pride. Or at least a sense of fucking uniform. No, these guys looked like bandits to a T. And some of the bandits weren't looking so good, pale skin and bloodshot eyes. She could be wrong, but they certainly looked like vampires to her. And then there was that...*smell...*by the gods, it was horrible. Even the laziest of bandits would clean whatever was making that smell up if they could, especially considering they had to spend all day lounging around it... And to make matters worse, Meirin had pointed out their fucking emblems were wrong even...\n\nIndividually, any one of these things wouldn't be worth getting upset over. Mismatched guards? A new low in Djarken shittiness or a lack of supplies. Vampires? Djarkel was remarkably tolerant of them. Horrible smell of death? Maybe an animal died and they had to hide it under the bridge before they could properly dispose of it. Wrong emblem? like they said, an asshole baron sent them to bumfuck nowhere. But all these things? together, why it was downright-\n\nWait. Her train of thought was interrupted when the Yarosmerian spoke to her. Unfortunately, he had made the poorest choice of words he could... Don't make a scene? Sneak about? Fuck that! She had absolutely no patience for this bullshit. She**knew**something was wrong, and any delay in fixing that shit when she could just storm over and take care of it was not appreciated. Also, part of her was just thrilled at the idea of ignoring the man.\n\nShe hopped off the cart as she stormed towards the guard Meirin had been speaking to, one of the pale ones. He'd had good cop, it was time for bad cop... She grabbed him by the throat, before delivering a mighty punch straight to his face to daze him as she threw him to the ground, swiftly placing her boot on his throat. One wrong move from him and she'd apply some pressure, she*really*wanted to hear that crunch.**\"Bullshit! I'm so sick of this bullshit!\"**She shouted to the other assembled guards, it was unlikely the one beneath her even knew what day it was now...**\"I know a vampire ambush when I see one! So just fucking jump us now so I don't have to listen to you assholes talk around in circles!\"**", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]

[ { "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": "_Lyn _\n\nAfter Lyn had dropped the toy outside and made sure it would stay, she had pulled her upper half back inside rather quickly. She had barely concealed herself again when she spotting Mei appear nearby, as if out of nowhere, and made her heart rattle the small ribs. A slight guilty sensation swelled within her chest at realizing what she had done. She bit her lip, but the young girl shook her head and tried to ignore it. Most using excuses that her Aunt wouldn't have regretted it, making her feel only a margin better. \n\nHer relief was short lived when several things happen at once. Lyn had felt Satori brush her mind many times, but nothing like this as something barely touched her awareness and made her small body pause. She wasn't sure what it was for sure. Merely a feeling or something icky had grazed her mind, easily pushing through her newly made wards without any trouble at all. She didn't like that and her arms wrapped around her shoulders, trying to rub off the feeling like she did the cold. A fruitless effort though as it didn't change what she felt. Her thoughts were pushed aside when Alaira started to slam her head against the wagon, the cart jerked and creaked anew with the reaction, causing the little girl to reaction impulsively. \n\nShe had to get out. \n\nLyn let the need to do something stir her to react and her arms reached for the wagon's edge, her fingers started to pull her body from her hiding spot. Her head lifted upright to spot the two figures on the opposite side of bridge but paid them little mind. All that mattered was her loved ones. Ignoring any words or mental demands, Lyn's feet slapped the bridge's solid road then turned to spot Alaira's huddled figure pressed against the wagon's rear wheel. Her voice soft and unlike anything the child had ever heard before. It made Lyn's stomach twist into knots as she immediately drew closer, her eyes building tears and panic piling in her core at the sight. She had only managed to get to her Aunt's side when she was stopped, her legs feeling weak and almost slammed into the ground, by Mei. Her head whipped into the red head's direction, giving Mei a look mixed between confusion and on the verge of crying.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "**_Caravan Escort_**\n\nThe guardsmen had a mixture of fear and anger. Fear that they'd have to fight such formidable opponents, and anger because they were getting pushed around and quite frankly, they were growing rather tired of people abusing them. The guard captain gave Ssarak and Meirin a dirty look, disbelieving their words. \"You think that justifies her actions!? We have served loyally here for a week, weathering storms and diseases, and you expect us to just forgive when your bitch decides to act on her paranoia?\" If the guard captain was a Pyromancer he would be smoking from his fury, but the robed man stepped forward, raising a hand so the guard captain could calm down. A little. \"I too would like use to forget about this incident and move on without any bloodshed. But I do believe some... Recompense is in order. You there! What is your cargo?\" The robed man spoke towards the caravan master who sat up in shock. He began to sweat and looked nervously between the robed man and Ssarak. \"I-I delivering textiles and... Other luxuries... To Hysteria, sir. Silk curtains and engraved bowls.\" The caravan master gulped.\n\nThe robed man stroke his chin and contemplated this new information as he continued to using a Wide-Concentration telepathy on everyone but Ssarak. The man could feel Ssarak's wards deflect his own magic, though he already guessed he was a Psychomancer by the Eysire's scales. \"I suppose it would have to do than. A 100 gold in reparation for the harm your friend has done to one of my guardsmen... And 50 for each guardsman here for needlessly endangering them.\" That was 350 gold at a minimum, which was almost three years worth of pay for most of those guardsmen. But the robed man didn't care for the money. He wanted to see the merchant's contraband, as he had a feeling that the caravanners couldn't get the money to pay for reparations. \"Or, these gentlemen can simply pick what they'd like to take from this wagon.\"\n\n**_Tyrael Marchosias_**\n\nTyrael entered the messhall looking for Pitch. With all these new recruits coming in, Tyrael aimed to make use of them. The messhall was rather empty and he saw Pitch and Cynn sitting together. The Fallen Orc strode towards the two and called out to them. **\"Pitch. Cynn. I have a job for the both of you, if you are available today. Come with me.\"** As if he was giving them a choice, Tyrael than walked back towards the exit of the mess hall, stopping at the doors to see if they were going to follow him. From his stern glare, he was expecting them to follow him.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title)" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nMost of the guards were still angry, which was perfectly understandable, but the robed man seemed much more calm. Unfortunately the amount he demanded in reparation was far above reasonable. It was possible that it was simply a high first offer which could be haggled, but in any case, it was far too much for them to pay. It did, however, open up an avenue of conversation that could get them through witout further violence, as the promise of gold could, even a smaller mount, could significantly lower the weary guards' willingness to fight. Lyn had also revealed herself, which was concerning, but as long as they were still negotiating, Meirin would have time to get her back into the wagon. \n\n\"I understand your anger, as I would share it in your position, but you know that a bloody nose and bruised neck is not worth three years pay. The idea of reparations, however, is not unreasonable. OUr friend was out of line. It was her judgment, her mistake, and it should be her consequences. I can offer all of her gold for the transgression. It is not three years pay, but it is a price we are actually capable of paying. This is gold on top of the normal toll, for your own use. It goes to yourselves, not your superiors, and most of all, it comes at no risk to you. You need not fight well-trained guards to obtain it;, you can just have it at no risk to your own lives. Just free gold, with no more hassle. Alaira, give me what you have so I may count it.\" Ssarak said. He had a few ideas in mind for his counteroffer. For one, it offered something of a sense of justice, as it punished specifically the one who harmed them. For some, seeing somone who had hurt them suffer could make up for a lesser monetary reward. As well, it was an offer that took advantage of some of their fears. Even just by appearances alone, most of the caravan guard looked to be in better shape than the bridge's guards. Fighting the caravan guard would be a significant risk to their lives, and what Ssarak was offering allowed them to recieve extra payment with none of that danger. Ssarak made sure to look across each of the guards as he made his offer so that they knew he was talking to them all, as even if his words did not convince every single one of them, he could possibly divide their opinions.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "**_Alaira Taenn_**\n\nAlaira could not hear, or really even perceive Ssarak, everything was a foggy haze of screaming pain as her mind ore itself apart. And it only got worse as it continued. She did even see Lyn as she approached, just distorted silhouettes of everyone. She had to make this stop, at any cost... Shaky, she rose to her feet, shoving the larger shadow aside... those other shadows on the other side, they were causing this... She rushed one of the diseased guards, howling in fury and pain, tackling him to the ground as she clamped her hand over the sides of his head. Her arms crackled with energy as enormous amounts of power crackled through, no doubt cooking his mind...", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]

[ { "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": "Lyn\n\nWhile her bear went at the man with claws and teeth, shredding the very flesh and spilling blood, she had been taking small steps back the whole time. Bit by bit, her feet came behind causing her suddenly feel a bump. It made Lyn jump with a start and turn her head. Her eyes widen when Alaira's fist had came flying at her, the fingers curled and balled up, causing her to immediately react. Her body unfrozen after everything's that happened while she let out a earsplitting scream of fright. \n\nInstantly, Lyn crouch down. She rushed her hands on her head top, rushing to protect her face and skull, while her knees bent and tried to avoid Alaira's aim. Wood made a hollow thunk when it slammed into the cart causing it dent and rattle against the surface, certainly leaving Alaira's fingers stinging and numb from the force behind it. Lyn curled into a tighter ball with fear digging into her core. It would fill Ssarak's tabs on Lyn with sudden fear and panic, her mind screaming as loud as her lungs. Her scream small and meek compared to Alaira's next words. \n\n\"S-stay back! K-keep away from me!\" Alaira shouted causing the frighten child to flinch and shiver, her arms still fastened tightly to her head.\n\nWhen Alaira move, she couldn't help her reaction. Instead of being calm enough to see her Aunt's direction, the child just wanted to be gone and her feet stirred to do just that. Her bare soles slapped the concrete starting with one step then followed by another, her legs moving the pace faster. In moments, Alaira's focus distracted and the others fighting for their lives, Lyn shifted around and made a mad dash for the opposite direction. Her hand had enough sense to tighten her grip on the dagger when she moved, ensuring not to lose it. Now she had nothing but the deep need to escape the chaos leading her away. The childish notion that running would be best. \n \nIf she made it too far from her caretakers, she might very well be lost in the wilds of Djarkel. Or at least lost to those who would protect her. There was a reason few dare to venture within the wilderness without protection, bandits or no, after all. \n\nKhan\n\nKhan stepped in, his eyes drifted and caught Lucilia's current fashion. In reality he shouldn't have been surprised. Lucilia usually liked to impress students, putting on a good appearance as representative of the College and giving them some comfort, dressing in interesting formal clothing. Currently she was wearing a white, slender fitting dress with soft decorations and black tights underneath,vanishing into high heel leather boots. He inwardly flinched on seeing them from the corner of his sight. The things seemed like walking death traps, each step rather painful and torture to walk on. \n\n However, he suspected some of her concern wasn't completely genuine. The feeling increased when words poured out of Lucilia's mouth, sounding like honey tainted with serpent venom. His wings tightened closer to his body and his knuckles stayed fast on his cane, eyes closed when his head returned the formal bow. Her introduction began rather quickly with little time wasted. All the time he remained silent, studying her, as she went on with the normal greeting and ended in a question. \n\n\"I merely came for a entrance form, Lucilia. I already have his name and mageblood.\" Khan interrupted for a moment, his hand reached for the paper stack he knew held the correct forms. \n\nInside he hoped she wouldn't wonder about why he hadn't went to his office instead. Namely as he barely touched the fresh stack from yesterday and right this moment, was locked safely in the drawer of his desk. In addition to his worry, he didn't feel...comfortable about Lucilia's subtle glare, one he knew well enough thanks to his years in Djarkel. The same she gave each of his demons, including Rathel, and it drew more concern from him. It was one of utter loathing hidden within her eyes.\n\nAny farther thoughts were interrupted by Rathel's warning. \n \nKhan… the vines, someone's in your office!\n\"Shit!\" Khan uttered abruptly, partly out loud and under his breath. \n\nWithout thinking, he instantly rushed toward the exit. His hand came out and slammed Lucilia's door back open, his pace much more rapid than was healthy for his limp as he moved to his office. His mind frantically driving his body beyond its limits. Rathel's anger and fear mingled among Khan's own, feeding it, while he summoned the demon in to his side. He barely notice when his shoulder clipped someone along the way, the sting when his flesh slammed into metal, and continued flying past Uicle. He barely realized his cane had slipped out of his grasp as he drove into the entrance, not even seeing the broken wooden splintered about, and roared. \n\n\"Rathel!\" \n\nIn a moment, the Rune on Khan's chest glowed and seared in pain causing Rathel to emerge. The demon erupted from a portal in seconds, landing with a hard click on the stone path, his black eyes looking distinctly cold. His magic reached into the vines and forced them to recoil, their few remaining tendrils pulled back into the stone it was intwine within. Several chucks had crumbled off and holes littered the interior, leaving the office in total shambles between the wood Elf's hacking, the vines' attack and Khan's own orderly mess. \n\nSlowly, he edged deeper in. He didn't bother picking up his cane and hide his pain from each step, the leg flared at the applied pressure. Khan had little time to speak before Rathel's voice started causing the headmaster to whip his attention in the demon's direction. \n\n\"I told you, Khan. This shouldn't have happened...\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Khan Avrea Jevarath" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nThat was not supposed to happen. \n\nSsarak was momentarily confused by the guard captain's extreme reaction to his breath attack. At first, Ssarak thought Meirin's weaving spell might have asphyxiated him, but he was reacting even before that would have happened. His breath attack was essentially a calming pathokinesis spell, and while it could have other...potential effects than stopping one from fighting, it certainly should not have incapacitated him. He did not know if the captain had died, but before he could do anything to check, he caught the familiar and terrified thoughts of Lyn, not to mention her audible screams. At a quick glance, he could see the robed man was still alive, but Lyn's safety was more important than him. \n\nThough Ssarak could have given chase to Lyn, he worried that might cause her even more terror. Despite the intensity of the fight, Ssarak reached into her mind with a calm voice, meant to soothe her fear. \"Lyn, you need not be afraid. We can protect you; just hide behind the carriage, and we will stop anyone who might harm you.\" \n\nIn addition to his words, Ssarak used a spell of calming pathokinesis to calm her mind, which she would likely attribute to his voice. So far, Ssarak had been nothing but calm and friendly with Lyn. Hopefully, he had left enough of an impression on her that she could trust him as a protector. It also helped that he was very intent on following through with his promise.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Grey Onyx\nGrey sighed, dusting his hands as he found a rock to lean the boy against. He had simply taken his leave of the other two, Not keen on causing Mar any more stress, inadvertent though it was. No, he had a job to do. Athalus and leith were available as well, which eased his fears somewhat. Between Leith's gauntlet-assisted might, Athalus' skill, and his own endurance, they could likely handle anything the child could throw at them... If he were capable of removing the chains and ropes Grey bound him in, at least. He sighed, leaning down to wake the child when he saw... a woman, was it? He tensed when he got a better look at her, reaching for his axe and his shield... He had forgotten the child could manipulate those, and had foolishly brought them with him. This turned out to be for the best, it seemed. \n\nJudging from her... less than sane appearance, she was probably one of the mages they sought, and after a rather hideous laugh, Athalus confirmed his suspicion. He looked behind him, letting out an audible gasp of shock when he noticed the the crazed... Well, pyromancer was obvious at this point... He barely registered another one too... Yeah, these were the rogue mages, they must be. His mind raced, assessing the situation... One combatant here, three allied warriors, two combatants over there, two allied warriors... He needed to go help Mar and Coco, three men on one lunatic was overkill when they could have the numbers in two places... But who to send?... Athalus, the others were a ways off, and Athalus had a crossbow.\n\nHe looked forward, narrowing his eye as he regarded the elf, she had his full attention now... \"Athalus, head back and assist the others, Leith or I would never make it in time.\" He ordered, slowly strafing to the side a few paces... Just what tricks did this girl have up her sleeve...", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "Mar\n\nThe task was almost done, Mar thought bitterly. Her eyes stared at her hands, covered in various wounds and splinters, still lightly bled in her efforts to tearing wood once nailed down. It had taken a long time to find, pull and tear apart the various broken furniture and floor board to add into the dead's pile. She needed the kindling to help feed the oil and keep it going, allowing it to become hot enough to turn the bodies into ashes. Most of it was from the ghost village, making the pile higher now. It would've went faster had Coco helped but she refused, for personal reasons, instead allowing Mar to work alone. \n\nNow came the exhausting work. Sweat and blood weren't strangers to her, though the manual work done by farmers was clearly not something she was designed for. Her work methods clumsy and crude in nature. First Mar began to flattening and dig any large plants within a three foot radius around the burn area, slowly at first. Whatever she couldn't pull up she covered over with dirt, filling the air with the rich, thick earthy scent. It mingled in and out of the corpses' rotting smell, the pile left to linger, drifting the graveyard stank through out the camp. Occasionally her eyes flickered over to the pile. She caught glimpses of the male and female bodies, ranging from child to adult size, all left covered in the lamp oil thanks to Grey. She kept her tongue firmly in as she set about her task to keep the plant 'massacre' short and painless. Using her tail to sweep and dig up much the earth below it, her job was nearly complete the moment she heard Althalus call out. \n\nMar's head jerked to the three males' direction, her body positioned near the body pile, when someone stumbled out of the forest. A wood elf, dressed in ragged and tattered garments, her head bound in bloody bandages, appeared. At Althalus' warning, the woman let out a disturbing, blood curdling laughter. It made every instinct in Mar's body flare into alert while her head turned to locate her scythe. During her task, she had laid down the scythe after cutting much of the grass low and now was unarmed. That was dangerous in her mind, her spirit rapidly trying to mend her error. \n\nToo late. \n\nRed flashed at her vision side causing Mar to react to protect herself, her arms jerked up. Her head lowered when the flames roared up suddenly in the pile beside her. Heat washed over her skin and pain seared into her brain, the edges brushing closer than comfortable for her, causing minor burns. Impulsively she twisted her back to shield her face from being burnt off. It was minor compared to her prior wounds but no less pleasant. Another blast and more red, her tail coiled back. She felt her torso jerked away from the crackling fire, her arms lowered on hearing a male's voice ring out. Her hardened eyes easily spotting the source. \n\n\"Whores of the Eanian Empire! Prepare to defend yourself! The flames of justice come for you.\" A human male stared, his eyes and mouth flickered with fire at each word. \n\nTaking a moment to survey her damage, Mar's eyes dropped to see her forearms. The flesh was dark pink and hot, the affliction caused by the fire had dulled to a tolerable ache, as she let out a loud warning hiss. Fangs ejected and tail pushes underneath her, raising her a good foot or more higher than before. Her mind noted the intensity of the fire. How quickly it was now turning the corpses into ashes, unusual for a normal fire, which it would've taken minutes or days to do. \n\n\"Who...are you?\" While Mar asked, her tail reached subtly for her scythe just a foot from her.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He was flying... like a flying skull. It was amazing though slightly disconcerting. The rope tying him together seemed a bit weak, poorly tied. Pfft, some people just didn't know how to tie a knot. Though he was flying, it was quite entertaining. He focused on the bat. \"Hey, can I have your body? Being a head is great but I'd like to have wings. They seem like fun.\" Then came the Roc, the bat swooped into it's eye and the rope got weaker. As the bat was knocked away the rope gave and he started to fall. Though, in a cruel twist of fate the Roc dived and landed on front of...\n\nWhat's her face. Well, he liked what's her face.\n\nShe let him fly. Opening his mouth he fell down onto the back of the Roc and clenched his jaw as shut as hard as he could grabbing flesh below feathers. The beast screeched before taking off again.\n\nHe didn't think this plan quite through to the end. \n\nOh look, he was flying again.", "username": "Sep", "char_name": "Arcadius" }, { "text": "Alaira TaennAlaira nodded as Ssarak explained the basic plan... any plan involving smashed skulls and charred bandit corpses was a plan she liked. She quickly stalked back into the brush, three minutes wouldn't be very long at all, and if she struck too early support may not be able to arrive in time. She trusted Darius to let her have the first strike, as she had a battle-plan in the works that would certainly demoralize them. \n\n She scaled a tree a ways ahead of the bandits, watching them intently as she counted the minutes down... Two minutes left, the bandits were approaching... She adjusted her grip on her mace, exhaling softly. She was itching to smash'em now, but patience would be rewarded... One minute... if they got too much further the main-camp bandits might get their shit together when it all went down... Ten seconds, they were getting close. She ground her teeth, reaching her hand to the metal objects she kept on her belt... Three... two... one... \n\nShe leapt into the air, assisted by her magic as she struck her hand against all six of the devices in total, power she had only dreamed of coursing through her, wreathing her form in a storm of crackling energy. She was completely obscured by the energy, appearing as lightning molded into the shape of a mere mortal. She bellowed a mighty war-cry, the nimbus of power distorting her voice into something inhuman as she came crashing down to earth, aiming for the big man in the robe...\n\n...And struck, screaming as all the energy was forced into him... and beyond. A maelstrom of thunder and lightning issued forth, Bolts and tendrils lashing out at everyone nearby as her primary target was annihilated, His body collapsing into ash and exploding with a loud bang. She stood slowly, stomping a boot down as ash fell from her, small arcs of residual power reaching from her as she bashed her mace on her shield. \"Come on then, if you think you're hard enough!\"", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]

[ { "text": "Ssarak had expected that his and Alaira's violent display would strike fear into the hearts of the bandits, but he had not anticipated it being as effective as it was. Even the largest, and seemingly most capable of the bandits abandoned his arms and fled. All around them, the confused and intoxicated bandits dropped their weapons and ran into the forest. Ssarak made a show of giving chase in order to make sure they kept running, but he stopped as soon as he reached the edge of the camp.\n\nWalking back to the others, Ssarak observed both the cave, and Alaira herself. It would be difficult to miss her sudden shift in demeanor, which was drastically different from the confidence she was practically radiating only moments before. Alaira was not the type to discuss her weaknesses, which was why Ssarak had to discover her vulnerability to psychomancy through experience, rather than simply asking her. In this case, it was not difficult to conclude that Alaira held fear over something related to the cave; perhaps the darkness, or the tight, enclosed space. Either way, it would likely not be best for her to lead the way inside. \n\n\"We cannot bring the caravan through if there are still hostiles in the camp. We need to clear the cave, though it does not look as if there are any light sources within. Unfortunately, I can only create the illusion of light. We should look around for lanterns, or anything else that might light the way. If that fails, can your electromancy be used to illuminate the area, Alaira? I can take the lead when we head inside, as I am the most well-protected. Could you give me the axe you recovered? It would be more effective to use that in close quarters than my pollaxe.\" Ssarak requested.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Shit hits the fan.\n\nFarian sneered at Mar, blood fire dancing along his hands. \"I am Farian, you murderess. Blood for blood, as they say. Eania will pay for it's crimes, starting with your friend.\" With that, he flung another bolt of fire at Coco. Before the blood red bolt could hit the Foreas, a vine whipped out of the nearby woods and yanked Coco into the bushes. After a few moments of hearing Coco panic, the shout of \"I'm Okay, don't worry about me!\" echoed out and everything became quiet. Farian turned his burning gaze upon Leith. It was clear that he was discomforted, glancing at the burning pile of bodies before forcing himself to stare back at his two opponents. \"I did not murder them. I was unable to stop those who did,\" Farian glared back at the man sitting on the rock, before facing Leith again, \"and will see that they answer for their crimes accordingly, but Justice is Red. There is always death when seeking true justice, and this was just one unfortunate stepping stone. Just. Like. You.\" With that Farian sent six fire balls in rapid succession at Mar and Leith.\n \nMar hissed, her body twisted about to the right. One flaming ball skimmed too close for comfort, the heat touched and filled her skin's surface. It brought the pain back to her foremind making her eyes hardener at her target. Her scyth twisted, swirling around to catch the other two. Their embers sparked when they made contact as she flipped them downward. Her head took a moment to dart where Coco was immediately latched on by and been about to rush the bushes where Coco vanished when she recalled the Foreas words. Resisting the urge to check with her own eyes, Mar's head turned to Leith to spot how he faired. \n \nLeith flinched at the incoming fireballs. He had been expecting Farian to throw something at him and Mar, but he hadn't been expecting that many. He ducked under the first fireball, and started emptying his waterskin as he batted the second one away with his right hand. He then made a quick motion and pulled what water he had emptied out of the waterskin and threw it at the last fireball, forcing the water to envelop the flame. The flames hissed and the water turned into a steam that partially obscured the man. \"Is the potential death of innocents really on the path to justice?\" Leith gritted his teeth. \"Not only that, but killing one for the crimes of another is deplorable.\"\n \n\"It was not my decision! I was busy surviving what he,\" The Pyromancer jerked his head back towards the man on the rock, \"Put me through! Do not try to paint me in the same light as the murderers that rule this land!\" He hissed, flames leaping out of his mouth with each word. More flames gathered in his palms, but in his rage at Leith he forgot about his other opponent.\n \nSeeing Leith far decently against, Mar's eyes jerked back to the man and narrowed on the source.She rose and straighten her back, her tail unfurled, as she whipped it out. Being the closer of the two, it targeted at the fire mage's legs and aimed to crippled the knees. \n \nFarian noticed the tail too late. Not as used to dodging the tail as Althalus was, he jerked back, saving his knees but not his shins. He hit the ground hard, his arm cast awkwardly below him. An audible snap could be heard as his elbow broke beneath him. Farian screamed, flinging his remaining hand out wildly to send a short burst of flames out.\n \n \nIn the other fight...\n \nAlthalus stared at Grey in open shock. He couldn't really come up with the proper words to describe his surprise. \"What in the name of the Godsdamned fucking Inferno are you doing?!\" He shouted after the retreating guard, before whipping his eyes back to the elf. She had stopped giggling and dancing, simply staring at Grey's retreating back. Althalus thought he heard a low growling coming from her. Okay. Two choices. Stay and die. Or turn my back on her and die. Althalus thought, slightly hysterically as how bad the situation was set in on him. \n \nMaybe she'll just let me go... He took one step backwards, and then another as her skin began to writh, as if there was a swarm of eels beneath it. She was moving as he was halfway to his third step.\n \nShe was fast. Inhumanly fast. Shitshitshitshit. Althalus thought bringing up his crossbow and firing. She was merely a couple feet away from him by that point, and she caught it with effortless grace. She threw the bolt into the ground and grabbed him by the wrist and throat as he reached for one of his knives.\n \nAlthalus tried to resist. He really did. But her grip was like an iron band around his throat and wrist and all he could do was gasp out something that was supposed to be swearing, but just ended up being gurgling. \"This is your main hand, right? The one you use to fire crossbows?\" She squeezed and broke his wrist. With a twist of her hand, as Althalus gurgled again in an attempt to scream, she used his knife to cut off her wrappings. The lower half of her face was just teeth. From ear to ear, from just beneath the two small holes that served as her nose to where her jaw should be, it was teeth. No skin, just gums and teeth. Without any hesitation she shoved his hand, blade and all, into her mouth and bit down. \n \nAlthalus's hand and wrist were gone in one bite. She threw him to the ground, chewing as she ran off towards Grey, outstripping the guardsman with surprising ease. Althalus's scream sounded over the combat between Farian and the rest.\n \nWhen Farian fell, Mar's coils pulled forward, bring her just above the fallen mage while avoiding his wild aiming flames. It wasn't easy. Her shoulder felt the heat lick up her shoulder and followed by her arm, causing her to flinch. Thankfully, each dodge brought her closer until her weapon was at his throat and read to bring his life to an end. She opened her mouth to speak only to have her head snap up at hearing Althalus' scream. Something, she realized, should never had happened if Grey was fighting alongside Althalus. She trusted him to look after Lyn's father after all and the man seemed honorable enough to fullfill that duty, did something happen? \n \nHer eyes immediately spotted Grey moving away, turning his back on Althalus and their foe, and move towards them. The sight caused fury to rise within her core, her eyes flared in anger. What the hell was Grey doing? She questioned the reason for abandoning his ally as her face paled on seeing Althalus' hand and blade being gashed on.\n \n\"Althalus!!!\" She screamed, her eyes no longer on her mage. She wasn't going to see Lyn's father, her mate, being eaten because some bastard biped refused to cover his ally. She made a dangerous mistake and it would be one she would come to regret. When she tried to remove herself to help Althalus, she left herself exposed to her enemy.\n \nFarian didn't hesitate. He opened his mouth and a stream of flame shot out, raking Mar's back at short range. The Naga screamed and recoiled, arching her back, before falling to the ground. Even if Grey had been stronger and faster than any normal human, he couldn't have made the distance to stop it. Mar had been less than a foot near the mage and it only took seconds before her exposed back was doused in flames. Her hands dropped the weapon while she thrashed about, her flesh being pounded into the ground in order to douse the unyielding flames. \n \nThe 'Eternal Hunger' leapt onto Leith as he turned and threw water from his pouch onto Mar's back, extinguishing the flames on her back. She sank her teeth into his neck and started chewing and tearing. He managed to throw her off and she landed nimbly on her feet, turning and facing Grey. \"Do I have your attention now? Perhaps you'd like to play with me, before I get bored again and finish off your pathetic little friend.\" She gestured to Althalus, who was still on the ground, curled about his roughly amputated hand. \"He won't be firing a crossbow anytime soon.\" She gestured for Grey to come forward, as Mar's body thrashed in the background. \"Let's play.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "E'nasha\n\n\nThe words startled E'nasha, who up until that point had been hiding, curled up in a ball by the one cart that hadn't been destroyed yet, listening to the far-off cries of the monster that had brought her here. Looking toward the voice E'nasha was surprised to see an elf, a fox-like creature she didn't recognize, and another smaller elf, blue like the one that had tried to help her and El'kan earlier that day. \n\n\"Y-yeah? I wouldn't mind helping if you can get me out of here.\" Her voice shook at first as she slowly stood, brushing the dirt and other things off of herself. First we finally find the college, then I'm kidnapped by a monster, and now once I'm safe from the monster again I'll have to make my way all the way back to the college, alone this time because El'kan's already there... E'nasha sighed quietly to herself and took a few steps towards the small group. \"What should I do?\"", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" } ]

[ { "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": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nSeeing the roc flinch and thrash about Annabeth grew confident that they had this. \"Can't get cocky, it's still alive, and still angry. Colette! See if you can summon your bat again to distract it! I need to reload the balista!\" Annabeth wasted no time grabbing the bolts that fell out previously. Luckily they were still intact well enough to be used again, and without the Roc banging ti's head against the wagon Annabeth was able to load the balista. However there was a different concern: The heard the tell-tale sign of the wagon wheel creaking, and one bad bump could knock a wheel off and leave them stranded. Annabeth had to think fast. While this next shot could entangle the roc even more, it would only be a matter of time before the roc broke free. At least if Eural and Colette retreated into the forest they would be safe from the roc, but Annabeth hasn't seen any signal from the Extraction Crew if they had succeeded in retrieving the wagons or not. Not only that but Annabeth couldn't see Arcadius anywhere. She feared that the roc might have dropped him to his doom, and who knows what would happen to him out in the open. \"Think Annabeth, THINK!\"\n\nThat's when she remembered that she still had her bow and arrows. It was a risky idea, but it was a risk she had to take. They couldn't afford to lose the wagon out in the open even if the roc was tied up. But if Annabeth could mount one of the horses, she could move faster than the wagon, pepper the roc with arrows, and keep moving until the Extraction Crew was ready. There was a lot that needed to be done and Annabeth couldn't do it all alone. She had to trust the others for this plan to succeed.\n\n\"Eural I don't think the wagon can last much longer if the roc keeps attacking it. Give me one of one of the horses and find a safe place to stash the wagon, but also somewhere where you can aim the balista. I'll move faster without the wagon. I'm going to ride one of the horses and distract the roc with my bow. Colette, I need you to stay with the wagon and operate the balista. I don't know if you had have much experience with it, but all I need you to do is shoot the roc when I tell you to. It's already locked and loaded, just pull hard on this lever to release the bolt.\"\n\nThere wasn't much time left. Eural did as ordered and unhooked Samson from the harness, but as he was doing that the roc was getting free. If Colette's bat can't keep it distracted it might charge into the forest. Or worse, it might flee and return to it's nest. Annabeth couldn't waste time watching it however. She would shoot a few arrows at the roc but before she could draw her bow Eural had Samson out of the harness and saddled. \"No time to waste. Remember Colette, have your bat distract the roc and get ready to fire the balista on my orders!\" Before she got on Sampson, Annabeth handed Colette her sword. \"I know you can do this. I have faith in your strength!\" Giving her new friend a reassuring pat on the shoulder Annabeth went to mount Samson. The stallion was still jumpy at the roc's attack but Annabeth did her best to calm it down. \n\n\"Calm down, shh, shh... I'll take care of you, okay? Let's go, come on!\"\n\nSitting on top of Samson Annabeth rode out of the forest and into the open plains. With any luck the roc would see her and give chase. But without the dragging the wagon along Samson would be able to go much faster, and if the roc was still bound it couldn't fly after them.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" } ]

[ { "text": "Alaira was nowhere to be found... She had been scouting the perimeter, picking through the corpses for yet more valuables... Not things like money, or weapons... No, she had sought something far more grisly:\n\nTrophies.\n\nYes, there was nothing quite like a memento to remind oneself of triumph, so she picked through the corpses to find something worth taking back. The axe would normally count, but she might have to sell it or use it, so it was out of the question. She would also normally take a bodypart from the most impressive thing she'd killed, but any target of hers that had any real value had been disintegrated. She picked through for at least ten minutes, before happening upon the location where she'd killed that ghoul. It was ash, obviously, but there was something odd about the pile... She brushed some of it away, finding, to her wonder, that a skeletal hand hadn't burned up in the sunlight... That was a pretty interesting trinket she thought, so she shrugged off her pack, and pulled out a jar she used for her 'collections', gently placing the hand into it as she donned her pack and headed back for the camp.\n\nShe had returned, halfway through Ssarak's little speech... \"Trust me, there ain't nothin' of any use to us out here on the surface...\" She said simply, spitting off to the side... She didn't say anything else about Ssarak's plan, she had no gripes.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "Magehunters\n\nThe Guide glanced down at Mar, frowning, before looking at Grey. \"Carry her to the carriage. Make her as comfortable as possible. We need to get back to the college, and don't have the time to wait for the venom to wear off. Althalus, follow him. We don't want her panicking and accidentally hurting whoever happens to be nearby.\" Dismissing both men, the guide turned towards Leith, giving an impressed whistle. \"What have you done to your face. Don't answer that, I don't want to know.\" He made another bandage and put poultice on it, handing it to the injured Hydromancer. \"Keep this pressed against your face and maybe you won't get a terrible infection and lose half your face. Also, go to the carriage with the guardsman.\" The guide stood up looking about for the missing member of the original group. \"Where in he name of the inferno is that chatty plant...\" He muttered. Answering his question, Coco stumbled out of the woods, and then promptly collapsed. \n\n\"Well. That answers that question.\" The guide picked up the unconscious Foreas, and dragged her back to carriage along with the rest of the group. As the remaining mages settled in the carriage and the guide sent the horses on the path to the College, a creature followed at a discreet distance, leaving the ruined village and the burning forest behind them.\n\nThings moved quickly when they finally reached the College. Mar, Leith, Coco and Althalus (despite his protests that his hand was fine) were immediately taken to the infirmary. Grey was sent to give a report on all that had happened to the Herbamancy teacher. Leith was released after a brief moment with a Vitamancer, his wounds repaired. However, scars would forever remain. Althalus was similarly given permission to leave, but declined as Lidda was still working on flushing Mar's system clear of the lingering venom. Coco was healed as best she was able then put up in a bed to awaken.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak nodded to Alaira. She had been searching around the surface of the camp, so he supposed he could trust her assessment. \"Very well. Perhaps you can...find a way to aid Darius in searching the underground portion. He could use a light source; perhaps you could ignite something with your magic, as long as it does not create too large of a flame. I cannot sense any more thoughts or wards other than ourselves, so the caves should be safe.\"\n\nHe found a reasonably open space before turning his head back to Alaira and Darius. \"I shall fly back to the others. Try to have what you intend to salvage ready as soon as possible. We may need to move quickly.\"\n\nWith a running start, Ssarak leaped up, powering himself into the air until he could catch the wind above the trees. He glided wherever he could to conserve energy, but speed was his primary goal. He had paid enough attention to landmarks around the carriage that it would not be difficult to locate it once he was upon it. As expected, the direct flight to the carriage did not take long, though the return trip to the camp, with the carriage, would take considerably longer. \n\nAs he landed in the closest clear area to the carriage, Ssarak spotted the evidence of the battle that had taken place in the form of the bodies scattered around. At first, fear took hold of him, causing him to rush to the carriage, but his mind calmed as soon as he saw Meirin, Lyn, and the caravan master all apparently free from harm. It seemed their plan of hiding the carriage had failed, but at the very least, he now had an idea of why the bandit reinforcements had not arrived back at camp. \n\nSsarak looked at Meirin as he approached, his helmet hiding his smile. \"Well, it seems you were correct in your worries; I am glad you convinced me of them. Are you and everyone else unharmed?\" He asked, though looking at the caravan master, he guessed that he might be impatient for an update. \"Our attack on the bandits' main camp was a success. We eliminated their leadership, and the rest scattered. No casualties on our side. We should be able to bring the carriage through now. There may also be some items of value we could load onto the carriage when we pass through, if we have time.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "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": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nMeirin chased the rabbit with Summer, staying a bit behind her in case the rabbit tried to make a detour. She jumped over obstacles with use, using her spear to vault her over trees and branches too thick or too high for her to jump under her own power. There was too much on the forest floor for Meirin to be able to get a clear shot with her shurikens, so she just had to keep running. Eventually Meirin reached the meadows where she saw the rabbit get attacked by a badger. Or what she thought was a badger, it was too far for Meirin to make the details. \"Summer, that badger is going to take-\"\n\nAs Meirin was yelling for Summer, she noticed a similar badger at Summer's feat. Knowing the ferocity of such creatures, Meirin was immediately concerned for Summer's safety. \"SUMMER WATCH OUT!\" With careful aim, Meirin tossed her throwing star right at the creature at Summer's feet. Meirin was certain that she wouldn't hit Summer, though she couldn't say the same about the creature at her feet. But once more, Meirin was still too far away to identify it as anything other than a badger. And she's never seen one outside of some of the books Ssarak shows her.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Colette, Catacombs\n\nColette flinched as he suddenly answered in anger. She was always scared of him even when she was in class with him. She sat in somewhat back to keep away from him most of the lectures but he would sometimes walk around and go by her. She the rest of the group went a separate way of Tyrael and another male. They walked until Colette stopped sniffed the air. She smelt the smell preservation of corpses which was odd since it never smelt like that. She could also smell the ridge hounds nearby and knew there would be a fight. She only heard about rigid hounds in pictures and learned about them but never actually faced one. She jumped when the hounds howled and went at the. Colette looked at the group\n\n\"Everyone time for battle\" She said and Hyllos gave a loud screech in the air. Colette pulled out her dagger for some protection. The battle started and Colette was facing one of the rigid hounds. She was keeping it at bay for now with Hyllos's help. She gasped when she felt the hound claw at her cutting her arm. She backed up holding her bleeding arm. \"Hyllos find its weakness\" She said and she backed up holding her arm trying to stop the bleeding. She knew in her mind Hyllos would not last long against this beast.\n\nSummer, Lyn's Hunt\n\nSummer gasped when she saw the creature and backed up as a star came out of no where and get the creature killing it, she looked at Meirin and smiled at her.\n\n\"Thanks so much....well that rabbit is done for...we better go find another\" She sighed and turned to her friend. She smiled at her again. \n\n\"Thank you so much for that. I probably would have been hurt\" she said wanting to hug her but she didn't know how she felt about it, so she resisted the urge.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak's sword was already drawn, but upon seeing the veritable wave of ridge hounds before them, he readied his shield as well. As far as underground caves were concerned, the catacombs were fairly large, but they were still more restrictive than he would have liked. Being able to fly above the beasts would have given him more than enough of an advantage, but that was not the situation he was in. In preparation for this excursion into the Ravine, he had naturally taken the time to learn of its common denizens, and fortunately, ridge hounds were anything but unusual. They were like pests, but much more deadly. \n\nIn the time since his last mission, Ssarak's abilities had expanded, and he intended to make use of them. The ridge hounds had no eyes with which to see, but their hearing easily compensated for that weakness. However, their hearing could be \"blinded\" in much the same way as eyesight. Towards the mass of hounds, he targeted an attack against the few in the front: an illusion of an extremely loud, piercing sound to briefly stun them. As they were leading the charge, any sudden delay was likely to sew some chaos among the crowd and potentially cause them to trip over one another. He then followed that attack with another, targeting some, but not all of the hounds. It would not be necessary to create the illusion for all of them, and would be more efficient with his blood. In their minds, he altered their perception of some of the other hounds around them so that they appeared to be something other than a ridge hound. These creatures were meant to be brutal and aggressive, but not greatly intelligent. They would attack anything they could view as prey. Many of those he targeted were nearer to the front, and a fight there would of course stall the group. Given their temperament, it could potentially draw in others behind them as well. \n\nSsarak stood directly alongside Tyrael with his weapons still at the ready. If his illusions opened up the proper opportunities, he would possibly move forward to engage them.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Lira had been running fast as her legs would carry her in the winding maze, she still didn't understand where she was and cursed as she tripped over some stone. Her trip turned into a stumble as she fell onto a corpse though most of the flesh had been ripped off and bones broken it still was a corpse. She sat up and felt the stone pieces she tripped over though heavy they were still move able well some where. The noise was plenty as she pushed and stumbled the rocks and stone over to the entrance. She laid larger pieces on the bottom and stacked it up as high as she could with smaller blocks. Though it wasn't to high but she hoped it would at least slow them down. Durning her small scavenge for rocks she found a broken and slightly dulled blade carefully wrapping it in some torn cloth she now had a make shift knife. Lira brushed her self off her knees bruised and cut from falling. She continued her run but attempted to be quieter and less stumbling.", "username": "Sento", "char_name": "Lira" }, { "text": "Althalus, Lyn's Hunt \n\n\"Perhaps. Perhaps not.\" Althalus replied, chuckling slightly. However, his amusement faded away as he noticed Mar begin to tense up. He slowly drew a throwing knife as giggling began to surround them. \"Great.\" He muttered under his breath slowly turning around and scanning the trees. He didn't like the feeling of being hunted. The falling branches and giggling set him on edge. Still, this wasn't a feeling he was entirely unfamiliar with. \"Come on...come on, make your move you bastards...\" Unfortunately, before he could get a sight on whatever was hunting them, they attacked Mar. \n\nAlthalus whirled around at the sound of fluttering in time to see a Harpy crash into Mar's back. His knife flashed out in a heartbeat, sinking into the Harpy's skin. Althalus didn't have time to see where it hit, as he had a brief moment to feel something wrap around his ankle, and then he was gone, flying through the air. Not only flying through the air, but smashing into every tree along the way. \"Ow..fuck...damn...you...bitch!\" \n\nA distance away.\n\nShadows slithered back into a man's body, his too wide grin shaking with his giggles. \"My, my, my.\" The only part of his body that wasn't a solid, light consuming, black was his violet eyes and his razor sharp teeth in a Cheshire cat grin. \"It looks like they're having a bit of trouble. All her protectors are injured. Shall we visit them with our new recruits, Mackendrick?\" His skin writhed with anticipation. \n\nThe masked man stood and glanced back at their three latest pawns. One was barely a man, sitting and rocking back and forth, muttering to himself. His clothes were ragged, and every inch of his skin seemed to be covered in scars. The other two were evidently ready. One stood, eyes coldly regarding Mackendrick. \"We are ready, aren't we brother?\" The other remained sitting, humming lightly to himself. \"Can you hear the whispers of the forest?\" He asked quietly. When no answer was forthcoming, he sighed in quiet disappointment. \"Most people can't. The whispers promise blood this day.\"\n\nSlade's grin grew wider, if that was possible, as he rose to his full ten foot height. \"Good.\"\n\nIn the catacombs\n\nAn elf carefully crept into the darkness, watching carefully. Remember E'docsil, this is not a vengeance mission. This is a sabotage. Her master's voice, as always sounding vaguely like three people speaking at once, whispered through her mind. \"I want blood.\" She hissed in reply. You will obey. There was only the slightest hint of command, but she nonetheless flinched. \"As you command.\" She muttered sullenly, before disappearing in the darkness towards the Demonomancy Master. There was a grotesque sound of bones and flesh changing, and a bat flew threw the darkness from where she had been.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "Lyn's Hunt\n\nGroup 4: Paich\n\nWhile the female wiggled and squirmed, trying to get upright quickly. Her feet touched the side and started ever slowly to pull her to one side. It wasn't fast enough while Leith's water swirled and hovered above her. Meanwhile the male was hard at work. His paws shoving harder and faster, trying to edge to his mate. A small mound of dirt appeared just when Leith's water shot down. Abruptly there was a blur of movement, the dark grey mingled and streaked at the water causing it to scatter in all directed before impact. The water had missed the female as the male shot out of a hidden hole then sprang in between it and the female, his shell suffering a minor crack from the drill before attacking it. As originally intended, the Paich managed to smack the female's side allowing her to roll onto her belly and vanish into the nearest ground. \n\nDespite what seemed like a failed attack, Leith's attack had managed to injury the male leaving a small smear of blood behind. \n\nAs Summer aided Leith out of the makeshift trap, Meirin channeled her aeromancy right into the hole. Wind whipped and howled through the various paths moving through the area they were in. Several tunnels collapse as they left behind several inch deep gutters riddling their battle grounds and revealing each single hole that was carefully hidden by blowing out the loose dirt blocking the entrance. Deep within these pathways, the male and female both cling tightly to roots and buried their claws into the soft dirt. It wasn't a firm hold so when the others left Meirin alone, two Paich promptly were shot out of their holes. \n\nOne came out from behind where Meirin had leapt and within striking range. When she came down, her spear skirted the side and pinned the creature to the ground. However, one thing she might notice was the creature's back stopped her weapon from escaping out the other side. Like an armored beetle, its hide was too tough for normal weapons to penetrate and she had gotten lucky in her attack. If she had hit directly on its back, her blade would've had no effect save pinning it down and making it tighten into a half ball for protection. It would've been like trying to kill a turtle curled up in his shell. \n\nIf she was fast enough, she could easily send it into a local tree where the creature would be stun enough for her to finish the job. Meanwhile, the female was directly across from Meirin's location and would quickly vanish when the girl spotted her spell. \n\nKeri vs Ellys\n\nEllys didn't hesitate or reply, she reacted. Her tail smacked the vampire about the knees, coiling about and twisting her until she was within striking distance. Immediately the Naga's tail constricted. Pressure was applied as Keri's bones started to crack and break, the right leg the first to buckle under her strength. The snake like tail slithered about and gained height, reaching her waist and soon her torso and arms if Ellys wasn't stopped. The Naga's head tilted back then opened her mouth, revealing two pointed fangs. She intended to use her venom to paralyze the woman while she went after the child, making Keri helpless. \n\nCatacombs\n\nLyamis spotted a few ridge hounds that had been darting down the corridors their claws clicked and body bouncing closer in a rush. Immediately the male naga lifted his spear and angled it into a downward jab when the vermin came charging in. \n\nLyamis and several Naga reared, their weapons at the ready, when the wall a few meters away crashed apart. A man, tall and thick, trampled through the dust and brick foundation. His boots brought him quickly out into the most of battle. The jittery female Ssarak had encountered had shifted and almost whipped out her tail, reacting in her extreme beer Lyamis snapped out an order. It was a mere warning glare, his body raised an additional foot over the average Yarsomere human as he let out a soft warning hiss. \n\nYoung naga were over emotional, their mind still trying to adjust, and so they were given leeway. However older Naga behaving in such a way were frowned upon and seen to be childish. Lyamis' eyes narrowed on Ssarak, silently asking him where he learned the information and deep inside he knew. Marya. The fact she was sharing things about their inner structure unsettled the male as he made a fast pace jab upon an nearby ridge hound. The thing crumbled easily. \n\nLyamis wasn't fond to learn this Tyrael had become vicious and unreliable. If he had known it was the Karnage he had met from long ago, the very fallen Orc who was a deep friend to his sister and her sole responsibility and one who's judgement they trusted in taking Marya to the college then Lyamis would've been wondering if it was the right decision after all. He loved his sister as much as a Naga was able, but her failure in duties and relaxed tongue concerned him greatly. \n\nHe kept his thoughts to himself when he sliced another ridge hound at the leg, sending its fellows to viciously rip into it.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "E'docsil\n\nIn the chaos of the battle, the Ridge Hounds running everywhere, the Naga arriving with Ssarak, the remaining students fighting for their lives, it was easy to miss the small bat diving into a small alcove. E'docsil's hand reached out and yanked a Ridge Hound into the alcove with her. There was a tearing and shifting sound, lost in the chaos of the fight, and then Aramir stepped out of the alcove. She moved quickly towards where the Naga and Ssarak were attacking, her bow and arrows were up in an instant, aiming towards the Naga. Three arrows were launched quickly towards Lyamis, she launched another a five in quick succession at the other Naga surrounding Ssarak and Lyamis, aiming for any kill shot but the head. \"Tyrael orders said! Kill the Naga!\" She shouted, loud enough for Ssarak and the rest to hear. \n\nQuickly she fell back, towards where the real Aramir was, launching more arrows. Once she was out of sight of the Naga and Ssarak, she changed back into a bat. A quick flap of her wings later and she was behind the Naga. Quickly, she turned into Tyrael, the Demonomancy master. \"Kill them.\" She said, testing out his voice. \"Kill them all.\" With a roar she lunged towards the Naga in front of her, intent upon sending as many of them into Malice as possible and killing the Matriarch. \n\nGrey's Axe\n\nE'docsil..that bitch. She's trying to kill the Naga! Stop her Guardsman!", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)" }, { "text": "Colette Filatrault, Catacombs\n\nColette looked at Atticus as ridge hounds seemed to smell the dead of a fallen comrade and was slowly coming towards her making her back up. Atticus looked at them and the back at her. Much to Colette's surprise Atticus turned his back on her and walked off. Colette groaned as she remembered in one of her classroom lecture that Tyrael explained that the higher the demon that is summoned the more difficult it is to control it. She looked at the slowly approaching hounds and then looked at the ignorant male nekomata demon she wandered what she could do. She could easily attack the hounds, but that would leave her wide open for the other ones to pounce her. She learned the hard way that she had a lot less time to really think of what to do as one of the hounds pounced on her knocking her to the ground. She used her wounded arm on instinct to block the hound. She cried out as it bit into the wound that was already on her arm deepening and widening it. More blood that turned into dust landed on her shoulders as she used her strength to throw it off her tearing some layers of her skin off her. She quickly stood as the other two with the hound tried to pounce as well snarling in anger.\n\nShe ran until she reached another wall looking at the hounds that were once again stalking her. She could feel the familiar feeling of fear bubbling inside her along with pain from her wound that was still taking its time to close. She had no time to get one of her candies opened so she could heal. She looked at Atticus.\n\n\"Atticus help me\" she commanded or tried to , but the pain and fear was making her lose concentrating for control Atticus. Atticus looked at her and turned away. She wanted to cry, but she knew she couldn't right now or else her life would end right there. The hounds pounced at the same time tearing into her in other parts of her body before she fought back. She managed to use her dagger to kill of the hounds as she stood against the wall more of her blood turning into dust falling to the ground, but this time her head was down enough to hide her eye. She made no move as the last hound was stalking her again as more could be smelt on their way. When the hound were close enough she lifted her head showing off her now slightly glowing eyes. There was small signs the Colette everyone seemed to know in them. She smirked one of her elongated fangs peeking out as the hounds backed up whimpering as she took steps forward to them.\n\n\"You wounded her\" She said calmly as she picked one of the hounds up by the neck. She narrowed her eyes as it tried to bit her and she used her free hand to jam itself into its chest gripping the heart until it was crushed making the hound yelp very loudly before falling limp in her grip. She threw it to the ground. She turned her head to the now shaking Atticus her aura beating down on his.\n\n\"You cat...you will listen and you will listen good. Help me slaughter these hounds\" She said calmly and Atticus gave a small mew of submission.\n\n\"Yes mistress. This Atticus will help you\" He said and began to attack the hounds as they came out no where snarling and wanting blood.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" } ]

[ { "text": "Baulder, Catacombs\n\n\"LIAR LIAR LIAR! SHUT UP! YOU'RE A RUSE! ALL OF YOU VOICES ARE ALWAYS WRONG!\" Baulder yelled (and thought) when he heard something tell him that Tyrael was not real. When Baulder heard the incredibly loud \"Waaaaarghhh\" it confirmed his suspicions. The Naga had psychomancers, that angered Baulder immensely, you filth will stay out we are our own. Baulder thought as he began cutting into more hounds. At this point he was wading through knee high corpses and swatting away various sizes of hounds. Some would just jump at him in attempts to bite him but they would bump into other hounds doing the same thing or meat his fist in their throat. His arms were ragged and bloody now but it was hardly slowing him down, his anger was the primary fuel for his suicidal charge towards the naga. However the weight of the bodies hitting him from all directions and the piles of corpses around him had ground his advance to a halt. \n\nThen something strange even to Baulder happened. John suddenly appeared next to him looking confused. Baulder had not summoned him had he? Never the less Baulder quickly got to work with his demon. \"John we fight more yes! KILL. EAT. PUNISH.\" John quickly started punching the hounds around him and using the slender bodied animals as weapons against their brethren. Baulder began to feel a warm liquid dripping out of his nose and running down his chin. No time. No time. No time. He had to keep killing, there were so many hounds. Baulder couldn't think about anything else anymore other than the killing. He was covered head to toe in blood now but not all of it was his. Baulder couldn't help but wonder if he was going to fail Tyrael, was he going to die?\n\nNO! Baulder could feel his head beginning to hurt and suddenly all the rest of the pain in his body ceased and it felt as if he was weightless. His eyes felt like they were bulging out of his head and he could feel his head beat with his heart. He was swinging now with a renewed vigor while all of his pain (except his head) left his body. Kill. Kill. Kill. Baulder was still stopped and the bodies piling continuously higher around him but he knew that he had to keep going or the wave would engulf him instead of breaking against him. Baulder began laughing but quickly stopped as the taste of his own blood filled his mouth and he decided to keep it shut as he started choking on his own blood.", "username": "cqbexpt", "char_name": "\"Scarred hand\", \"Midnight\", Baulder" }, { "text": "Lyn, Lyn's Hunt\n\nLyn knew she should've been worried and frightened by now, her grip tight on purpose as she bounced next to Annabeth with each of Samson's movements. Her body pressed close to the older girl and worry, quelled by the spell, hovered faintly nearby causing her to realize something was dreadfully wrong. She scanned the area expecting to see her mother emerge with spear in hand and engage the uninvited guests, but with each new arrival her worry was increasing when it wasn't the one she needed the most. Immediately she concluded who was the one that had been screaming deep in the woods. \n\nThe acknowledgement smacked her like a cold, damp rag which was shoved aside unwillingly by the spell Annabeth had casted. Her arms squeezed the older woman's figure and needing the comforting touch, trying to understand why she wasn't feeling as terrible as she knew she should. Her mother was possibly dying somewhere in the forest, her allies being attacked, and all she could feel was an eerie sense of calm. Something about what Satori mentioned about psychomancy clicked in her thoughts causing her to frown, her eyes narrowed on her caretaker with accusation and a hint of hurt. \n\nAnnabeth had casted a calming spell on her stop her from being frighten, but it also kept her from other emotions. \n\nThe troublesome thoughts didn't stop there however. Guilt swelled in her chest, faded and unclear, where it sat even though she knew who she was feeling wasn't her fault. If she could cry, she would've in that moment. Her family and friends were already rushing to deal with the invaders yet all she could do was stay out of the way. This thought caused her to press her cheek against the woman, her eyes closed to block out the scene. Naturally, on instinct, her heat pits took up the duty her eyes tried to shut off. It spread and started to collect information, including several heat signals, and one heading fast toward the pair as if tracking them. Like he knew where to find them. \n\nAbruptly Lyn's body jerked upright at sensing MacKendrick. \n\nEven when he was moving in a blur to all others, her sense of heat caught him perfectly. While she didn't have enough details to predict his movements, she knew the others couldn't hit him at this rate and her mind tried to recall if she had any of her herbamancy seeds on her. To her disappointment it seemed in her excitement this morning, she had forgotten them. \n\nStill at least clear minded, she released her hands from Annabeth's waist and began to search her own given medical kit rapidly but thoroughly. Her fingers lifted up various straps and covers to reveal the contents inside as she found something suitable. Hop seeds. \n\nLyn focused her magic into the seeds then abruptly tossed them just before MacKendrick got up close and personal, his dagger edged to hamstring Samson. The moment the seeds flew into his direction, they extended and burst into its fully grown state just when he reached them. They would constrict to press Mackendrick's arms about his body and tie him up with vine like strings, hopefully sparing Samson from being horribly crippled. \n\nHops was often used as an energy boost which Samuel thought would likely beneficial so it was little surprised he packed a few seeds for relieving exhaustion during her hunt. A woody, vine like plant that when properly tended to grew like a weed. Being a herbamancer, it naturally suited her needs perfectly but the aftermath was tiresome. Already her head felt a little light from the magic usage giving her a warning she had used a great deal of her arcanite, leaving her just enough mage blood to cast one or two more spells, if she was lucky, without blood sickness setting in. \n\nSuccessful or not in hitting MacKendrick, she felt her grip loosen from Annabeth and leaned in close to where she had tossed the seeds. Annabeth would have to react quickly as all she would catch was Lyn quiet mumble and tired thoughts. \"I t-t-think I over d-d-did it-t.\" \n\nWith no adrenaline surging through her system, keeping energetic and alert was impossible in her state.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "Leith Calder Lyn's Hunt\n\nLeith's stomach churned at the sound the Naga's head made when his sword punched through it. It was not a pleasant sound in the least, but it succeeded in killing the Naga. As he shrunk his sword back to the trinket, he heard two more thumps. Then an arrow went whizzing by his face. He hardly noticed the arrow nearly hit him. He was in a stupor. A lot had happened and he was trying to process it all. After a few moments, he felt the tail of the Naga being loosened. He was then helped to the ground. The person talked to him, but Leith didn't hear what they said. He sat there as the person left.\n\nLeith sat there unmoving until he heard footsteps. He looked up and saw another student making her way towards Summer. He stared at Summer for a few moments before it clicked. Leith gasped loudly as his thoughts came back to him. He looked around and noticed that he was sitting on the ground. It smelled of blood and waste and again his stomach churned and threatened to show him his last meal. He moved to try and get away from the dead Naga, but a flare of pain in his leg made him stop. Leith tore his tattered left pant leg off and examined his leg. There was nothing sticking out of his leg but it was definitely broken. The bruising let him know that.\n\nHe looked back at Summer and saw the other student checking if the girl was alive, and the small sigh of relief and the lack of horror, told Leith that Summer was still alive. As the other student made her way towards him, Leith smiled weakly. \"Hey. Could you help me-\" A chill went up Leith's spine as he remembered that the Herbamancer had only retreated a short distance when the Naga attacked. Leith looked towards the man who had fallen back and watched the fight with Naga. Leith frowned. Is there anything that can be done that could give me an advantage against the Herbamancer? Leith asked the ring mentally before looking at the girl that he was talking to. \"Keep an eye on the man over there. It would be safe to assume that he is a highly skilled Herbamancer.\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "His hand slick with blood and the stench of it clustered Sinys's nose thickly. A portion of his world went dark where no rich scents perturbed him deeply. Such things had happened before, but not with this much blood. Not yet at least, his stomach churned inside of him violently threatening to make him hurl. Steeling himself against giving an oppertunity, all the while the thought pestered him that he had finally killed a living thinking thing. \n\nThis passed after a moment and then he assessed the situation through the area he understood. In the time passing a girl had been thrown, and from the sound of it she smacked the three pretty hard. He counted her out for the time being and focus on the other that he figured he could help. A sounding thump made Sinys assume that she had been thrown on her back or pushed down. His mind put regrouping as a priority and bound to Helena that he had not met yet. \n\nUpon getting there his right foot had slid to the same distance of her head vertically, though the two were not very close. The angle of the Cosh's tail was the first indicator of direction since Sinys became familiar with the basic appearance of the cosh. As his left hand grew close enough he yanked on the said tail before his foot was fully extended to slow himself down. The resulting force should give a large amount of shock to the beast. Hopefully even giving him the strength to throw it away in a slinging motion. \n\nHowever if nothing really happened the head of the mammal and rest of its body was within his field and every bit of his focus would be placed on the image he was receiving. Not for defending but countering, he would take the arrow that he still carried and shoved it into the neck of the beast.", "username": "EthTenshi", "char_name": "Sinys Erweinoc Luf'firio" }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nMeirin didn't need to see the knight charge at her; he was as subtle a falling shelf full of glass bottles. But Meirin wasn't finished with her spell yet. She needed just a few more seconds, seconds that if she didn't time right, would only result in a bigger, heavier man stomping all over her. Which is why she actually went just a bit slower instead of speeding up. She knew that there were still movements with her weaving that she needed to complete, and she wouldn't finish them in time before the knight would run into her. So she needed to time it just right.\n\nRight as the man would be within arm's reach, Meirin used her staff to propel herself into the air. This was actually part of the movement, albeit she made herself jump higher than usual. That exact moment called for a front flip, so Meirin bide her time until she could use said flip to avoid the knight's charge. She continued to put distance between herself and the knight as she was almost finished with her spell now. \"This is your final chance to surrender! Leave and never come back, and we'll trouble you no more.\" \n\nMyrn Vaan'Atisha\n\nGlad that Tyrael wasn't going to kill them all Myrn was hoping to chat with the naga. As inappropriate as it may seem right now she was very interested in the naga culture. It wasn't often that you'd see nagas out on the surface. Myrn never really got close to Mar simply because Mar didn't seem the type who'd appreciate a stranger's company, and Myrn respects her distance. Hopefully her family were more welcoming. She had so many questions she'd like to ask the naga, and with any luck she can use this information to have a conversation with Mar. Myrn especially wanted to know if the naga had any songs, poems, or even dances. Unfortunately before Myrn could start talking she collapsed into Lyamis and began to bleed out. \"Medic.\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Lyamis (Naga), Catacomb\n\nLyamis heard Ssarak and Grey talk, relaying their information, both making it clear they would remain behind with the Naga. A fact he had mixed feelings about. His pride stirred and tried to deny they didn't need the aid when in reality he knew better. Their numbers had already dwindle past safe levels and another attack was impossible to withstand against. Instead of hiss or stiffen, as was the normal, he merely casted away the thought then focused on his allies. Thinking Myrn could stand, he had completely released until her body gave out and leaned against him. \n\nImpulsively his tail jerked up and was the first to slow her fall, preventing her body from slamming down on him or the floor. His hands clasped around her and gently lowered her into his coils. Wet, warm liquid started to ooze across his darker scales as she spoke one word. \"Medic.\"\n\nThe male Naga noticed the medic kit at her waist and reached for it, his fingers delicately unbuckling the leather then removing it. Feeling her wounds still bleeding, he grabbed a large wad of cloth then stuffed it into her side in order to stifle the bleeding. Unfamiliar with the kit, his tongue flickered out and scented the dried components. He knew one, a desert flower used to increase blood clotting, as he gripped the single sack then started to gently grind it into her wound. The woman would likely flinch in pain which swelled in her body causing her stir briefly and slouch back down. \n\nSsarak's words penetrated into his mind in an attempt to soothe and pacify him. \"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.\"\n\nLyamis' simple reply wasn't a kind one. 'We shall see… currently, I've had enough demons and demonomancers.' \n\nGrey, the guardsman, had lowered his weapons into a slightly more relaxed posture. However it was clear he would start up again if the man felt his efforts to calm the monster ahead weren't as effective as they all suspected. \"Understood, Sir. I shall keep an eye on them\" A simple reply to the order, and it seemed he would follow through with it. The brutish man's attitude turned upon the earlier mention of the shapeshifter and curious where it had gone. Lyamis wasn't, despite it attacking it his people and nearly killing them all. At the present he was far more interested in keeping the very wood elf at his tail from bleeding to death. Survival, however, was another matter altogether. \n\n\"The wood elf is bleeding, and her wounds need sealed, and packed. Then she needs to rest, through not sure if she will live past today.\" He stated calmly with his hands trying to stop the bleeding. \n\nCosh, Lyn's hunt\n\nHelena & Sinys\n\nThe woman yelped, her voice escaped and filled the female with excitement. Her teeth crunched down harder and threatened to break bone. It seemed like the Cosh was winning, her weight overwhelming and pushing the plump woman downward. Her paw like hands pushed up then scratched on the woman's tunic. Loud shredding sounds came when her nails ripping into the tunic until Helena twisted the blade, pushing it deeper. There was muffled whine at the pain flooding through the Cosh causing her to still completely. \n\nA fresh, thicker stream of blood flooded from her throat. Helena was unknowingly slicing the Cosh's throat open. Survival instinct jumped in causing the feline like monster causing her to growl as she tightened her hold briefly, then released. Her tongue stained with red while her eyes glowed in anger. Her body abruptly leaned back on her hind legs, bring her slightly upright with a hunched posture until she just a few inches shy of Helena's height. \n\nHowever, the Cosh hadn't counted on her tail being tugged. When Sinys tugged it, her left hind paw jerked about to snap at him while her left hand like paw swing at Helena's head from the left side. If it hit, she would've been tossed to the ground with a pounding headache and slight dae, through no serious head trauma or damage. Meanwhile Sinys would've felt the sharp, harsh breath of the beast's teeth nearly clamping down on the base of his neck with her angle. Her legs were already adjusting to prevent her fall through when she either hit or missed Helena, it forced her back upon all four with her attention intending on ripping the wood elf to pieces. \n\nKeri\n\nThe Alpha stood there and waited. His pads dug into the ground as he growled low and threateningly. His eyes narrowed on her weak form rising to her feet, his nose smelling nothing but the cherry blossom scent still lingering on her person. Immediately she dove for his side causing the Cosh to snarl in challenge. Her blade went for his head as he hopped just out of reach, pulling back and to the right putting a little distance from Keri. She had sidestepped where he was originally positioned, his black lips curled into a greedy smile. He didn't waste much time in cutting down the distance when he coiled down his hunches and pushed forward. His feet left the ground as he made to leap upon her with his hand like paws outward and claws glistening in the reddish light.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nMeirin smiled and laced her fingers in front of her face. \"True, though I'm still not quite that good at flying. I think a competition would be a great idea, though the pride of some people in Djarkel might not take kindly to losing. I'll admit... I don't like losing either. And I'm not worried about any mundane threats. I've fought bandits for most of my life, if anything we should be more worried about a Djarkel Winter. Djarkel was already a cold and hostile place, and the winter introduces the living to the dead.\" Meirin remembered one time when she was escorting travelers through the winter, instead of facing off against bandits who knew better than to be out when it's cold, she had to fight off undead. They were weak, sure, but numerous. And it was unnerving to see people who should be dead moving about and fighting. Even slicing their heads off didn't stop them. She wondered what it would have taken...\n\nHer attention was broken when she heard someone singing. She glanced at first, before noticing it was Tyrael and Lyn. Meirin has met Tyrael very few times, despite how often she teaches Lyn basic self-defense. Part of her couldn't accept Tyrael for being a demon, and certainly not after what he did in the catacombs. He literally lost control of the situation and nearly killed not only Mar's people, but the students too. It was a good thing the others were diplomatic, or else Meirin wouldn't know what would have stopped Tyrael. More importantly however, Lyn seemed happy, if a bit beat up. Meirin was understanding of this at least: while she was never so hard that they needed to see Sam, Meirin felt that a few scrapes and bruises were good to help Lyn get accustomed to pain. She needed to know how it was like to take a hit, though Meirin teaches her to dodge more often than block or deflect.\n\n\"Lyn! Lyn, come sit over here!\" Meirin called out to the girl just as Tyrael walked into the kitchen. Meirin scooted over so Lyn where she could be directly across Ssarak. Meirin knew that Ssarak has been seeing Lyn and her mother for therapeutically reasons. Meirin wished she could come, but more often then not Meirin was busy with her own classes when Ssarak would go talk to them, or she's doing her own therapy session talking to Khan. So Meirin enjoyed these rare few chances were she and Lyn could talk in person.\n\nMyrn Vaan'Atisha\n\n\"Because you're just a cute lil ball of fire, that's why!\" Truly, the snow elf warmed Myrn's heart and body. Mostly body, since Myrn was still a bit chilly despite the extra furs she put on. While they were fine keeping her warm in the halls and buildings, just one walk through the courtyard has left her legs soaked and freezing her toes. She could really use a fire to warm her feet right about now. \"At first I thought it was rather ironic that a snow elf would be a pyromancer, but now that I think about it, it's much more useful! You're easily resistant to the cold but others aren't, so you can use your magic to help keep others warm. Of course, holding you close is all that I need to be nice and toasty!\" Myrn nuzzled Aramir's cheek, showing a level of affection she showed absolutely no one. Even if someone accidentally brushed into her, Myrn would give that person a look as if she intended to murder them on the spot. Not the case with Aramir. She was too small and cuddly to hurt.\n\nThough as she was holding the snow elf and walking away, Myrn remembered that she did actually want to ask Aramir something. So shifting Aramir in her arms, Myrn took out a piece of paper for Aramir to see. It was a flyer asking for students to go to Yarosmere and investigate the situation there. \"I was thinking about going to Yarosmere. Some crazy stuff is happening down there, and I could use someone to watch my back.\" Raising Aramir up a bit higher, Myrn whispered into her ear. \"I know you're already familiar with it...\" Myrn gave Aramir a dark chuckle as she remembered that fond memory so long ago.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "E'nasha Williams\n\nOh yeah, the Roc… Honestly E'nasha had almost completely forgotten the experience. It seemed so long ago now. \"Well for the how: I was caught and carried away by the Roc at some point just before my friend El'kan and I would have made it here to the college. I passed out before getting to it's nest and woke up there not too long before the mages on that mission arrived… As for why, hungry Roc, I guess.\" She didn't really think there was anything else to say, but even to her the explanation she gave seemed a little, lacking. \"It was terrifying for the time it lasted, but it all turned out ok, so… I sincerely hope that doesn't happen to anyone else.\" \n\nAs she finished her little story, Baulder seemed to realize that Annabeth had joined the table, because he immediately went into a second fit of choking and coughs. He recovered a little quicker this time, and greeted Annabeth properly in a moment, but E'nasha couldn't hold back a laugh at Helena's comment to him. \"She's right. There's no rush and no need to endanger yourself by biting off more than you can chew, literally.\" She smiled lightheartedly at Baulder as he started to tell her what a nice person Annabeth is. Sometimes when Baulder spoke it seemed like he was just saying his thoughts out loud, jumping between words as they came to him. When she'd first met him it had been hard for her to understand exactly what he meant when he spoke, but now she realized that she was used to filling in the little blanks that had been so confusing months ago.\n\n\"Calling someone a good chap isn't really endearing, it's more of a complement. Terms of endearment are like, nicknames or pet-names. For example, if I called you Bauldy instead of Baulder, you could consider that endearing.\" She laughed slightly at the end of her sentence. She never intended to ever call him Bauldy ever again, at least not out loud, it seemed a little too silly. As Baulder went back to eating she realized she was the only one at the table just sitting there, having finished all her food already. She excused herself for a moment, saying she'll be right back before taking her plate over to the serving tables. She wasn't still hungry, but it felt awkward being the only one not eating. \n\nShe picked up a couple different fruits before turning to go back to the table, only to nearly drop her tray as El'kan suddenly stepped in front of her. \"Been looking for you E'nasha. I thought you woulda got outta bed sooner.\" El'kan was quiet, a look of worry on his face. \"I should have stayed with you. Are you ok?\"\n\nE'nasha sighed and smiled brightly at her friend after a second. \"I'm fine. It was just a nightmare, but I guess I needed a little more time this time. Getting up was the hard part, but the day's already better!\" She paused for a moment and glanced over to the table Baulder and the others were at. \"You've eaten already I guess? Have you checked the Missions board?\"\n\n\"Yes and Yes. We're going home, right? To Yarosmere?\" \n\n\"Yeah. But first, I wanna introduce you to some people.\" She smiled and took El'kan's hand before he could protest, pulling him over to the table and pretty much pushing him into the seat next to hers as she sat back down next to Baulder as she had been before. She placed the small plate of fruit between her and El'kan before taking a small breath and tapping Baulder on the shoulder to make sure his attention was grabbed without a third round of choking. \n\n\"Everyone, this is my friend El'kan. El'kan, this is Baulder, Annabeth, and Helena.\" She motioned towards each of them as she said their names, hopefully El'kan wouldn't mix them up.\n\n\"Uh, nice to meet you all.\" He cast a slightly confused glance at her before taking one of the fruits off the plate and taking a bite of it, waiting for someone else to speak.", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" }, { "text": "Lyn, Messhall\n\nSam had been disappointed in her outside wear, scolding the young hybrid and giving her herbs to starve away possible sickness she might've gotten from the cold. Thankfully she had left one of her thick coats made from the hide of the locate wildlife back within sickbay and wasn't allowed to leave until she put it on. Hating the extra weight, she wrapped it tightly around her while Tyrael left the way to the dining hall. Her arms wrapped around his at the elbow and leaned against his taller figure. \n\nIt was nice to hear his voice, even if he was a little off key and sounded a bit like a pit of gravel rustling, while they walked. When his song ended, there was a shout from across the dining hall calling for her. \n\nThe young woman flashed a smile at the small collection of people, then started to pull her uncle with her toward the others. She didn't care if she appeared too old to have her god-uncle accompany her. When Meirin scooted over on the bench, Lyn flopped down and greeted her. \"Hey Meirin. What's you guys having for breakfast? I'm famished enough to eat a horse whole.\" \n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nMar, within her Den\n\nMar rolled her eyes at Athalus' reply, her arm widening and finally opening the door for their guest. With a wave of her arm, she gestured Leith in behind her. She padded into the single room where she heard Athalus resume his whining about the mission. Her head turned to roll her eyes at his figure, now hunched down to seize his pants then place them on. There was a hint of regret he was nearly dress as she paused to admire his brief, naked image before finding herself being reminded of something. Her eyes narrowed at him with a slight daring attitude, not seeming to care about human customs. However, she never said a word. \n\nIt didn't help the way he was staring at her made her body heat up like a lamp. Trying to ignore the lust growing, she turned around to face Leith. It was a mistake as it left her rear exposed to the one male that had every right to cop a feel. It was easy to tell when he came up beside her, his scent filling her nostrils causing her to deeply inhale. She let a playful smirk dart across her lips which was something rare. It left her unguarded against his surprise 'attack'. It was the last thing she expected when his arm reached out and abruptly squeezed his fingers against her rump, her figure jerked. Almost instantly she lost her balance. Her arms came up, expecting to fall on the dirt floor and instead wound up in Athalus' ready arms. Mar frowned with deep disappointment in his actions. Namely, because she fell for it so easily and lightly smacked her hands across his broad chest, making a soft thwack throughout the den's space. She pushed off of him then casually made her way to the dresser where she snatched up his tunic laying on the floor. \n\nSlipping it on, she managed to catch Athalus' last statement. \"It's a mission to improve your magic, so stop whining. At the rate you've been going, I would've thought you would've been eager not to have everyone save you and actually be able to get a few hits in. I've got enough to worry about with Lyn's trip to Djarkel. I nearly considered avoiding my trip to Yarsomere altogether to go with her.\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" } ]

[ { "text": "Summer Flores\n\nSummer listened to the briefing of her mission. She had chosen to continue her training with her bow. She was a learning this weapon when she was a little girl and she was quiet great at it. She would have continued training if it wasn't for the attack and her being stuck on the tower for most of her life. She patted the bow with a smile. She walked away when the briefing. She went back to her dorm and packed some extra food she would need for this trip. She grabbed her water skins and moved down to the bathrooms filling them up knowing she would need tons of water for this mission. She walked over and attached it to her bag. She looked at her ring. It was the ring that she got during her first mission here, Lyn's Hunt. She grabbed it and placed it on her finger. She picked up her bags and began to go to the meeting spot for the Yarosmere.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Summer Flores" }, { "text": "Mar, within Uicle's office\n\nMar noticed Uicle pause when his eyes noted her stroll in. Her mind focused on her feet's pace and monitored their direction, her head raised upright then turned into his direction. She knew why he stared and likely the thoughts pulsing through his mind over her appearance here. He likely wondered why she wanted to be here after everything that happened. Unlike most sane creature, she didn't focus on survival for herself but her whole race. So Mar needed to know the situation of her race within Yarsomere with both her own experience and what Uicle was about to say. She braced herself for the shock while leaning against the wall, relieving the pressure on her booted feet. \n\nShe picked uncomfortably at her tunic's neck line, borrowed from Athalus and tailored for her figure, with several semi-long ties starting from her underarms and down along her waist to end just above her hips. The bottom draped in triangular shapes, the front was shortened at mid thigh and back just barely touching the knees. It was sleeveless to allow better mobility and stop overheating, her scales able to prevent sunburn from the harsh rays of the Yarsomere desert sun. A belt cinched around her waist to hold her primarily weapon, a white, cleaned arm bone from a mission in place. On the bottom half she had a slightly loose harem pants, a garb native to the region which both provided cover and protection in sandstorms. \n\nHer attention returned to the task at hand when Uicle spoke. \" Most of you know the situation in Yarosmere. For those of you that don't, I'll give the briefest version I can.\" \n\nHe didn't even bother to be gentle about the truth, the news hurting Mar than she expected. \n\n\"Yarosmere has undergone a violent and fanatical coup. The old social order, and nearly all of it's nobles, has been violently displaced. It's all under the rule of 'The Prophet of the Sand God'. The Prophet has disposed of the King, executed almost the entirety of the upper class, and rules Yarosmere with an iron grip. The people there are fanatical for him.\n\n\"In addition to his brutal rise to power, The Prophet has deemed that Naga are an impurity to be cleansed. He has commanded his armies to eradicate all the Naga in his domain, and has had great success. As far as we know, Mar's tribe is the only one to have escaped. Even then, they were severely depleted and on the verge of annihilation. He doesn't have as much control as it appears, however. Before the diplomat killed himself, screaming about how The Prophet knows all the secrets men try to hide, he revealed that there is a resistance movement in Yarosmere. \n\n\"They call themselves the Shadows of the Kingdom. They launch constant hit and run attacks. Killing soldiers, burning granaries, assassinating mages, so on so forth. They're generally doing their best to be a thorn in the side of the Prophet, and seem to be doing a well enough job. Despite all this, The Prophet is cordial to new diplomacy and relations. That's where you all come in.\" Uicle then gestured to them and continued. \n\n\"Your job is to go into Yarosmere and find out exactly how bad it is there. You're to establish a basis of relations between the College and The Prophet. If you can do so without being executed as spies or traitors, establish contact with these Shadows as well.\" The armor teacher turned and seemed to stare down each one of them, a hint of warning in his gravelly voice as he spoke each word. \n\n\"Let me make one thing perfectly clear. You will see horrors in Yarosmere. Fanatics mutilating themselves. People being slain for not believing in the Sand God. Nagas tortured and made to go into their Malice mode for pure amusement. Your job is to report, not intervene. Do you understand? No matter what you see, no matter what happens right in front of you, if it is not in the aid or defense of the current government, do not get involved. You do not have diplomatic immunity. You are guests, walking on very thin ice with them, and we will not be able to protect you. \n\n\"If any of you have been to the human parts of Yarosmere before, discard all that you know of them. It has changed entirely. Some things may still be familiar, but for the most part it is an entirely new country. Act like you're new and unfamiliar with their customs, and you may be given leeway for any transgressions, real or imagined, that you make.\" Uicle's words seemed centered on Mar when he pointed out the torturing of Naga, a mention that made her stiffen and glare back. Anger heated her eyes causing Mar's head to turn away, clearly understanding but not sure she could carry it out. It was hard to imagine them torturing one of her kind and her merely walking by to let it happen. Thankfully children were born in the desert itself, in places where humans almost never travelled to because they often died on the trip. Still, she couldn't fully promise she would be able to stop her emotional side from getting the better of her. \n\nHowever, she didn't reveal this for fear Uicle would prevent her from going on the mission. \n\n\"The cart will be ready to take you to Yarosmere in two hours. Grab what you need, and I suggest you pack clothing appropriate for extreme heat, extra water containers, and food. You're going to need it. Good luck.\" With those last words, Uicle waved them off. \n\nMar was among the last to exit the room as she caught Aramir's words complaining to Myrn, both heading out of the door. \n\n\"How did I ever let you convince me to do this...\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Mar, her full name is Marya and only used by her race." }, { "text": "Yarosmere Mission\n\nSansar, Yarosmere capital.\n\nIt had been several long weeks ride from the College to Yarosmere's capital. Fortunately for all on the mission, the wagon they were put in was both spacious and comfortable. They were designed for the transportation of people, unlike the ones used on earlier missions. Thus, the Yarosmerian team traveled in comfort. Well, relative comfort. The seemingly overnight change from the frigid temperatures of winter to the burning temperatures of the desert caused discomfort, most noticeably in Aramir. The blue snow elf seemed to constantly have a sheen of sweat on her body as the hateful sun bore down on her. She was obviously miserable, but bore it stoically enough, if given to bouts of whining at times. \n\nAs they traveled through Yarosmere they saw very few signs of the madness that had overtaken the area. Priests on stands in small villages, preaching about the Sand God. Distant puffs of smoke. Age old skeletons hanging from the trees. Some indication that something wasn't right, but nothing to indicate the reports they had heard. It was only when they reached the walls of Sansar that the reports were confirmed.\n\nThe walls were lined with skulls. Mostly human and/or long decayed, but some were clearly non-human and/or fresh. The city gates were hung with corpses. Smoke from various fires could be seen in the distance, and the smell of burnt flesh hung in the air. They passed by a Naga being burned alive, a priest preaching to a large crowd in front of it. The Naga was firmly restrained, layers upon layers of ropes, chains, and weapons tying and impaling it to the stake. The priest was shouting something, his sand brown robes fluttering along with the bandage around his eyes. \"Chosen of the prophet.\" Their wagon drive elaborated, watching. \"They blind themselves so to better see the will of the Sand God.\"\n\nThey passed similar horrors along the way, eventually stopping at the palace. A man was waiting for them, grinning in welcome as he washed blood off of his hands. \"Yolin. Second in command to the Prophet. Commander of the Deliverers of Penance. Torturers of the Sand God. Be careful.\" Their driver murmured once more, quickly driving off as they all piled out. \n\n\"Welcome, welcome!\" Yolin cried, going to shake each of their hands. Aramir barely swallowed her distaste as she took his hand. \"The Prophet begs forgivness, but he will be busy most of the day. He bade me to show you the sights of our wonderful city, and keep you occupied with it's delights until he can meet you for dinner later tonight with other guests.\" He smiled again at them, either oblivious too or ignoring the thinly veiled apathy. \"You all must be hungry, and dinner is a long ways off. Come, come! I will lead you to the marketplace, where food is a plenty.\" Yolin began to stride off, and three armed guards fell behind the College students. Leaving wasn't an option. \n\n\"I'm sure you have many questions about the current state of affairs in Yarosemere. After all, that is why you are here! I will answer them as best I can.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)" } ]

[ { "text": "Althalus\n\nAlthalus' eyebrows raised at the sight of the man in the middle of the room, a weary despair settling into his bones. He merely shrugged at Helena's question, waiting for their new visitor to unleash some fresh inferno on them. Althalus sighed as the doors slammed shut behind them, with a distinct note of finality. As the man spoke, something about the heart of the Nox, he wasn't really paying attention, Althalus replied. \"Is this the part where you tell us you're going to kill us.\" It was less of a question and more of an automatic sarcastic response. As the man declared that he couldn't tolerate insects, Althalus rolled his eyes. \"It is, oh goody. What are you going to do? Teleport around the room? Shoot dark shadows from you-\" What ever tired mocking he had left was suddenly silenced as the loud screeching noise filled his hearing, making him instinctively curse and cover his ears. The only reason he didn't fall to his knees was because an immobile assassin was a dead assassin. He wanted to be prepared for whatever the masked bastard threw at them.\n\nStill. Hard to be prepared for your own shadow turning into a pile of tentacles with mouth. \n\n\"Oh! Summon tentacle monsters from our shadows. That's...different.\" He darted backwards as his own shadow thing (Uth, he thought he heard Daren or whatever his name was say) lashed out at him. He stumbled, having crashed into Helena in the process. \"Sorry, trying not to di-Hey! I'm solid again!\" He grinned, looking over at Helena. \"Pass me some of my knives would you? You do still have them right?\"\n\nAramir, Sansar\n\nAramir hated the heat. She hated it almost more than she hated the people they were forced to play nice with. It constantly beat down on her, making her sweat out what felt like twice her own body weight. She had wanted to stay inside, maybe drink some more water before some madman tried to kill them. But her companions had wanted to go outside on the ramp, and she wasn't about to stay behind alone in the palace and make small talk with their guide. So here she was, standing in the heat, almost wishing she was sitting down with this new 'King' of Yarosmere.\n\nShe supposed that the desert had some form of beauty to it, if you could stand the heat, but right now she hated it with every fiber of her being. What I'd give just to be amongst the endless snow storms for just one more minute...why did I let Myrn talk me into going to this hellish place? She sighed wistfully, before looking up in minor alarm at one of the guards. He was aiming his crossbow at a group, too far out to be identified, and seemed to be on the verge of firing. \n\n\"Wouldn't it be better to wait till we see who it is before shooting them?\" It was more of a general question to the group, rather than the guard. She didn't expect him to acknowledge her, much less listen.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "Baulder\n\nBaulder brought his hand to his jaw and rubbed his rather sore skin. Baulder had... not enjoyed being beaten, even if it was for a ruse. He may have punched back once. The Sand Cobra's had not taken too kindly to that and settled for just knocking him over. So now his jaw was bruised a rather dark color. Oddly enough, he hadn't felt the need to throw up after this teleport. Maybe it was just that he had eaten so much of the rebels food that it kept him safe. Or it could be that he was half dazed from the slug to the jaw. Whatever the case Baulder found his arms on the outside edge of the pile and he began pulling himself from the group. Feeling his legs drag over other people was a bit of an odd sensation to Baulder. His rough and calloused feet felt odd against someones bare skin. It was, an interesting feeling to Baulder.\n\nAs he extracted himself from the mass of living beings he found himself standing on soft, burning sand. Luckily he still had remnants of his shoes on his feet. Granted, leather wasn't stopping all of the heat from the sand it was atleast stopping most of it. He hated the heat, the heat of the day was long gone but it's remnants had been left all over the landscape, including the hot sand. The air was not terribly warm and was acceptable to his taste. He looked around and saw the high walls of the city again. \"Even in the night the ground, it is uncomfortable. Why would people choose to live here.\"", "username": "cqbexpt", "char_name": "\"Scarred hand\", \"Midnight\", Baulder" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nSsarak tracked the thief up to the point where he headed into the warehouse, after which he circled around the warehouse quickly to check exactly where the exits to the building were. If they had to head in after him, they would need to cover each entrance to make sure he had no escape. Hopefully, they would get him cornered and force him to surrender. Getting him alive would allow them to interrogate him to find out why and how he had planned this theft. It was most likely not random. \n\nQuite fortunately for Lyn, Ssarak had a clear view of the rooftop that she had attempted to jump to. He was upset that she was even attempting such a thing, but helping her took priority over blaming her. Ssarak swooped down towards her, made a half circle back to slow down quickly, then touched down just at the edge of the rooftop, right above her. He reached down to grab her by the wrist, then effortlessly pulled her light body up onto the rooftop with him. \"I think you shall need wings if you wish to attempt a jump like that.\" He commented. \"The thief ran into this warehouse, and…\"\n\nSsarak cut himself off as he concentrated on the minds around him. There were three others moving in, though Ssarak could not see them from where he was. \"There may be others.\" He warned as he tried to find as many of his friends' minds as he could in order to send a message. \"The thief has ran into this warehouse; he may not be alone. Myself and Lyn are on the roof. I will see if there is a way to climb in from above; if not, it may be wise to attack from multiple angles.\"", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Mission: Retrieve the stolen box\nLocation: Hysteria, Djarkel\n\nA few steps backwards in order to get the right distance, wapping of wings coming from her right, and on decision though could have harm the three of them. How much more stupider could the girl have been? Of course there was someone flying above when Lyn misjudged that jump. Of course it would have been the Esyire of all things. How stupider could the young woman get considering that Lyn was never truly left alone. Everything was beginning to fall in place for once on her life. She was no longer needed to protect the young woman.\n\nPersonally the vampire didn't mind turning back and going towards the cart. After all considering that the half breed was safe and sound with a protector there wasn't much to do. The human could survive retrieving the blasted box without any problems. Best to leave now and not be bothered with such burdens. This was what everyone in the group was thinking right? Best get rid of the useless people so you don't have to deal with them ever again.\n\nThe woman's head shook violently attempting to clear all these negative thoughts away. Granted some still lingered in their place. Control was never really her strong suit, making it fairly easy to pick up her thoughts if one wanted to. Her figure once again copied the movements from before, making the jump without any problems for being a newly turned vampire. \" Guess the whole jumping through the trees like a complete moron wasn't useless after all. The last step gave me a small amount of troubles as well as getting the angle perfectly but I digress.\" She thought to herself then addressed Lyna after Ssarak.\n\n\" I know you want to be just like your father Lyn but please don't do that again. You could have gotten hurt and the last thing I need is another hit on the head due to you copying me alright? Stay with Ssarak and the others please. It's better if I get hurt then you alright?\" The woman said in a soft tone before placing a few more candies in her mouth. Her eye twitched off to the distance, seeing faint figures running their way.\n\n\"Ssarak take our little Lyn up. Keep high off the ground and leave the fighting to us. If you don't trust me then give Lyn to me and we'll head back to the cart. Personally I would rather release my frustrations on them than the cart.\"", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "Helena had watched with confusion, only partly hearing Althaus near her talking to basically himself with his own sarcastic comments. But that didn't last long as her confusion turned to something more like horror for a second before her brain felt like it was being melted. She clasped hands over her ears as she sunk to her knees, trying to block all the noise out. \n\nGasping and breathing hard, she looked up after a moment, pulling her hands from her head as Althaus spoke again. \"No, I thought I'd just throw them away willy nilly while we're in a literal place of death,\" she shot back, pulling them out and tossing a few underhand towards him, knowing he'd likely catch them. \n\nThe beasts seemed to surround them the longer that they didn't move. She looked around her quickly, regaining her feet as fast as she could, but her head still felt a little dizzy from the noise that had shattered her brain. She grabbed at her own knives as she stood, backing away a little from the nearest one, trying to see if she could figure out what it's little trick was that it was going to use against them. Would it be like the shadow's above? Would it use them to move along? Did they need more light, or less?\n\n\"What do they do?!\" she called to Darell. She didn't like the little shit, but he seemed to be the only one who knew anything about what was going on here. \"Aside from the tentacles and the probably bitting.\"", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" } ]

[ { "text": "Leith Calder\n\nLeith had noticed one issue with the door while he waited. The hinges had been horribly maintained and were now rusted. They would make a terrible noise if he opened the door. By the time Ssarak contacted him to go in, he had come up with a solution. With a grasping motion, he started pulling water from the air. When he had enough he split the collected water into two spheres and sent them towards the hinges. When Ssarak said go, Leith clenched his hand into a fist and had the spheres envelop the hinges. He forced the water into the crevices and hoped that it would work.\n\nThe door gave a long, quiet squeak as it opened, but Leith figured it was quieter than it would have been, and definitely quieter than the sound of breaking glass opposite him in the warehouse. He quickly pulled himself inside and shut the door behind him. He quickly used one of the stacks of boxes as cover as he tried to get a glimpse of the robber. Instead, he heard the sound of a heavy chain. He caught sight of Ssarak, with white scales oddly enough, about to be hit by said chain. He was too far away to do try and stop the chain, but he might be able to stop the assailant. \n\nTaking a deep breath, Leith focused on sensing liquid. He held his hand out in front of him as he pushed his focus into the darkness behind Ssarak. The warehouse had a damp atmosphere and it made it difficult to find what he was looking for. After a few moments, he found it.\n\nA heartbeat. \n\nQuietly, he made his way towards the pulsing liquid. A plan started forming in his mind. He'd sneak up behind this person, and use his gauntlet to hurl one of the many boxes in the warehouse at them. He was nearly there, just a few more steps and he could-\n\nLeith tripped. \n\nHe had been focusing too much on the heartbeat and didn't see the coil of rope in front of him. A quiet curse left his mouth moments before he clattered to the ground loudly. The air rushed out of him in a whoosh. He really hoped that he hadn't been heard.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Leith Calder" }, { "text": "Veretu & Salem\n\n\n---\n\n\nVeretu was moving at a steady speed through the air. His wings allowing him to fly rather then travel by foot as many would be forced to do. He looks relatively tired as he flew, as if he hadn't slept much. The likely reason was the small black demon he was holding in his arms as he continued to fly. His hawk shaped dragon wings giving him some speed, but he still had to move them in order to fly correctly. As he drew nearer to his destination his expression changed to one of determination and with some changes in his flight pattern he moved to land. \n\nAs Veretu landed he dropped the black cat and swiftly strode toward the entrance of the twilight college. The cat padded quickly to veretu and kept pace beside him. Black tail curling into a sort of question mark shape as the walked. Veretu stopped outside the gates and seemed frozen there. His eyes filling with a sort of nervous anxiety he held for the idea of going to this place. He inhaled and looked down at salem who gave him a puzzled The hell are you waiting for expression. Steeling himself he looked back forward and rolled his shoulders before entering the place. \n\nSalem meanwhile somehow managed to turn his walk into one filled with sass that should not be possible for a creature smaller then a human, his head tilting upward while his steps managed to add the imagery of a sass filled hip sway. How the demon managed this was a mystery in and of itself. Veretu meanwhile walked swiftly and silently in order to not attract attention to himself. Rather hoping that all the attention would go to the sass filled demon feline and stay off of him. His wings curled into a half circle around him as if creating a barrier between himself and the rest of the world. Salem just rolled his eyes toward the weaver that walked like a nervous puppy.\n\nVeretu had no idea who he would be meeting. Or if he would be even able to say anything when meeting anyone. Hopefully they were okay when him arriving at this time.", "username": "BlackPanther", "char_name": "Veretu Olend" }, { "text": "---\n\n\n\nElise was walking along the path to reach the Twilight College. She was nervous in going to a place with tons of new people to meet and made her walk a bit slower than normal. She was pacing herself to make sure she wasn't going to get exhausted. \"I-I w-want t-to l-learn… more complex stuff...,\" Elise thought to herself, with a slight nervousness to her movement. She raised her head to see if she was any closer to the Twilight College and she saw it in the distance. She opened her mouth in shock and awe, it was imposing but it was in a permanent twilight and it was beautiful.\n\nElise was walking at quicker pace to reach the entrance of the Twilight College. Her curiosity made her mind wander in what she was going to see in it. She didn't want to run since she would probably trip on her own two feet and fall on her face. It took her about fifteen minutes to reach the entrance of the Twilight College and stared at the gates for awhile since her nervousness was getting to her. \"I-I'm n-nervous…,\" Elise thought to herself, with her sight onto the college's entrance. Her nerves were on edge and started to walk into the entrance, and noticed someone walking ahead of her. Her curiosity got the better of her and wondered how long this person arrived at the college, before her. She had a gentle smile on her face, and noticed something that caught her attention, a black cat keeping up with the man she noticed. \n\nElise's eyes brightened up and tried to hold in her excitement at seeing a kitty cat that was adorable. She was nervous around others, but wasn't really paying attention to where she was walking and tripped on her own two feet and fell on the surface of the ground. \"O-Owwie…,\" Elise said, blushing and embarrassed for falling on her face. She slowly got up off the ground and dusted herself off and carefully walked and paid attention to her surroundings this time around. \n\nShe was impressed with the school's grand scale over her hometown of Cander Village. She glanced at the person in front of her and she could see black bird like wings and this made her interested. \"H-Hi s-sir, y-you h-have a-a n-nice k-kitty c-cat,\" Elise conveyed her voice loudly, towards the one in front of her but she was stuttering and was blushing at the same time.", "username": "Landaus Five-One", "char_name": "The Cander Village" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nHaving placed the crates at his back, Ssarak could focus on his front and sides. He had knowingly placed himself in the middle of the enemy, so he knew he would have to place his focus solely on defense for the time being. For the entire time he was landing, he had been identifying every individual he could. Once his allies were in the fray, he would be free to join them in a counterattack. \n\nIt was plain to see those in front of him. He could see where they were, and could estimate how long it would take for them to sprint at him, if they were so inclined. As such, he knew he could take a quick glance around at any other threats. The room was dark, but just for a moment, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and being a soldier, Ssarak reacted. He rotated around his shield to try and deflect or absorb any incoming threat, and faced himself such that he put his armor to its best use. \n\nSsarak had made himself appear white-scaled, like an Esyire of Lux mageblood. Pushing his hand forward, Ssarak unleashed a wave of illusory flames all around him. The \"attack\" was short-ranged, and intended to deter too many of his opponents from approaching him at once. Not to mention, it would obscure the vision of any ranged threats.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Sansar, Yarosmere\n\nThe King looked at Darius, smiling slightly. \"It came about very simply, Darius. The people were tired of being pinned beneath a caste system that afforded luxuries to those on the top and gave nothing to those on the bottom. The people were tired of monsters being allowed to live in our lands. The people were tired of uncaring gods ignoring their pleas and letting the injustices continue. The tinder was all there. I just provided the spark that burned the rotted corpse of the old Yarosmere to ash. The Sand God protects all of his children, unlike the so-called Gods that are worshipped across Tiien. There are a few elements that cling to the old ways, but on the whole Yarosmere is better off.\" He merely tilted his head at E'nasha. \"Personal indeed. Before I became the Prophet, and eventually The King, I was A'dul. Born in a small, starving, village farther towards the cost.\"\n\nThe King's eyes suddenly took a far away look, and his lips began moving silently as if he was talking to himself. Aramir began to feel uneasy, shifting her seat backwards. The King began to be more animated, energetic in his quiet muttering. He appeared to be arguing silently with someone, before his shoulders slumped. He looked at them with steely resignation in his eyes, the air of someone about to do something they had too. \"Grab your stone.\" Aramir muttered to whoever could hear her. She really didn't like this.\n\n\"As much as I would enjoy continuing this conversation, the God has spoken to me.\" Aramir shifted her seat back even farther. \"Grab your stone.\" She repeated, louder. The King stood, making a proclamation. \"The College is no longer welcome in Yarosmere. You will be killed on sight, and I see and control everything in this country.\" \"Grab the stone!\" Aramir shot to her feet as the King lifted his hand. Rather than ordering the guards to kill them, however, he merely lightly gestured. Everyone in the room, excluding the College students and Yolin, froze in place. \"You will be killed if you try to challenge me.\" Everyone drew a knife or similarly bladed object, putting them to their necks. \"Someone activate their stone!\" Aramir cried out, drawing her bow, as Mar hissed at the King, fangs bared. \n\nThe King's face twisted with hatred, quickly mastered. \"You brought a monster in my presence, cleverly hidden. I see now, why the God warned me of you. If you return, you will die. And you will die by your own hands.\" He dropped his arm down in a chopping motion, and everyone obeyed, slicing their throats in perfect unison. Yolin idly stepped back, avoiding a spray, even as he began to move towards Mar. He stopped as Aramir's bow was trained on him. \"For the love of the gods, someone use their stone!\"\n\nThe King's eyes were cold and merciless. \"Flee. I will not give you this chance again.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)" } ]

[ { "text": "Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, things didn't go exactly as planned. The second Henri landed, a beautiful, young lady fell over him, making him lose balance, sitting down on the ground as the girl fell on his lap. But again... That couldn't be considered a lack of luck, right? He was indeed surprised, he didn't expect that the orc woman would use the girl to halt his advance. It was a setback, albeit only a temporary one.\n\n\"Bonsoir, mademoiselle!\" Henri said, with a playful wink to the girl, getting up while holding her on his arms to put her on her feet.\n\n\"Henri Larue, at your disposal.\" Henri said, with a flourished bow. But the time for greetings was short, and Henri knew that. There was still the orc woman to deal with.\n\n\"I am rather tired, hungry and thirsty from travelling... Currently, I don't think i can deal with the orc woman without resorting to some small tricks...\" Henri said, being careful to not speak too loud so the orc woman could hear him.\n\nMaybe, the fact that he was interrupted before getting near the orc woman was a signal that his plan wouldn't go very well, maybe it was only a coincidence... Who knows... The thing is that Henri is very persistent.\n\n\"I'm sorry, my muse, but I'm not going to back down this easily...\" He thought to himself calmly walking towards the orc woman.\n\n\"I don't know what is happening here, but I'm sure we can solve this by talking, right?\" He asked, opening his arms, in a sign of peace.\n\n\"I'm sure that if you-\" He said, suddenly, with a quick and swift movement, getting a dagger that was hidden beneath his bandages and throwing it towards her.\n\n\"I'm sorry... I'm very hypocritical...\" He said with a smirk, as he dashed towards her with another dagger on his hand.\n\nThe plan was rather simple, he would simply walk towards her, and when he got a bit closer, he would immediately throw a knife, aiming to her face. If she wasn't able to block that, things would be far easier, but he was indeed expecting her to block it. She was obviously no stranger to fighting, and he was hoping to use her reflexes against her. That's why he would start to run towards her the second the dagger got out of his hands.\n\nThe burst of speed, together with the fact that she would need to block her own vision to defend against that dagger, or even if she tried to dodge, it would give him enough time for surprising her. After that, it would be simple as throwing her to the ground with a sweeping kick and knocking her out with a sharp axe kick to the head. \n\nProbably he had energy left only run like that only once more after that charge, so it would be a gamble. But he was very familiar with gambles... The other dagger on his hand was just because of that. He couldn't afford running like that without at least crippling the orc. So if his plan failed, he would use it to try and cut her achilles tendon or another local that would cripple her enough for them to flee.\n\nOf course... He wasn't underestimating her... He was ready to dodge if she somehow was able to strike him back.", "username": "13org", "char_name": "Henri Larue" }, { "text": "Veretu & Salem\n\n\n---\n\n\nVeretu opened his wings up slightly, exposing a few of his features as the two spoke. He seemed to be more observing at the moment rather then outright speaking. All seemed fairly well...seemed to be a normal greeting. He could handle a normal greeting. His wings opened slightly more as he was preparing himself to actually greet this person. But then he heard a voice behind him and that sent his wings to shut as he moved away. Not quite out of sheer fear, but from remembering the last time he encountered demons that were not salem and how that ended....weirdly. \n\nSalem meanwhile was completely absorbed by the people not giving him nearly enough attention when he suddenly felt a jerk on his tail. His tail of all things. He spun around and hissed given that he was the perfect size for punting this probably was not nearly as intimidating as he would have wished it to be. Soon he saw the demon responsible for it and sat down smoothing down his fur. As if no such thing happened.\n\nVeretu seemed to be back to where he was originally with his wings hiding him. He soon found himself blinking though when he felt a warm gentle touch. His head tilted as slowly the wings opened enough to reveal some of his features. \"I was....taken off guard\" Slowly his wings opened up more until they folded neatly on his back. He gave the woman a glance and went to open his mouth only to be interrupted. \"Im Salem thats veretu...princess over there wants to learn or something. I Dunno\" He then went back to cleaning his fur as veretu sent him a deep dagger glare. \n\nWith an exhale Veretu shrugs. \"Sorry about the ball of fur....I do wish to learn how to use my abilities....so i can send that back\" He featured at Salem who gave an innocent look.", "username": "BlackPanther", "char_name": "Veretu Olend" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\n\"Ah yes, because you know all so much about it too, mister I'm-a-Nox-mageblood-but-I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing-either,\" she sighed, rolling her eyes at Athalus some. Men and their trying to best one another, she sighed as the rest of them hurried together some and started to move away from their fights and to what was hopefully the exist.\n \nHelena looked over at Darell, tilting her head some for a moment. \"What are we, fodder?\" she asked, sounding annoyed, but she went into motion to do as she was asked. Because she wanted to get out of here. She wanted to live. And she'd deal with being bossed about by someone who she didn't like, wasn't fully sure that she trusted, but had so far been the most helpful of the group if it meant that she would make it to the surface again. \n\n\"Hey! Ugly!\" she called to the masked man, coming closer to him even though every part of her being wanted to run the other way just then. \"Why don't you take that manic laugh down a notch there and let's talk about this whole...taking over the Nox thing. Yeah?\"", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "---\n\n\n\nAt the Twilight College, Elise heard the question from the dwarf, who introduced herself as Val. \"M-My n-name i-is E-Elise N-Nina P-Petra-C-Cander. I-I'm h-here t-to t-train m-my m-magic s-so I-I c-can m-make m-my a-aunt p-proud o-of m-me,\" Elise stuttered, with a bit of nervous to her voice but she shook Val's hand. She's needs a bit of time to get to know the people in the Twilight College to be slightly more confident. She had a gentle smile on her face, even though she had some things on her mind.\n\nElise heard a voice behind her, it was a bit stranger than the normal voices. She looked towards it and noticed it has two red eyes staring down at the kitty cat. She had a shiver down her spine, and she started to breath in heavily. She heard Val say its name as Zaad. She walked a bit backwards from where she was, since she was now facing whatever that was. She had a worried look on her face. \"I-I h-have n-no i-idea w-what's g-going on…,\" Elise thought to herself, with fear in her face mostly because of the red piercing eyes.\n\nElise was relieved when Zaad left as soon as it appeared. She was still breathing heavily though, she was a bit shaken than normal. She heard the name of the black cat and the guy who hides with beautiful draconic wings. \"S-Salem i-is a-a b-beautiful n-name f-for a-a k-kitten. N-Nice t-to m-meet y-you V-Veretu,\" Elise said, shaking and breathing heavily. She had much to learn about the world since she was completely naive about what had just happened, all what Val said went over her head. She had a small smile even though she was visibly shaken by what she saw.", "username": "Landaus Five-One", "char_name": "The Cander Village" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nIf the gas was still dangerous, then Ssarak did not yet have the ability to approach, though he did not feel that he needed to. With some fortune on Ssarak's side, his opponent attacked one of his doppelgangers first. In keeping with its purpose of buying as much time as possible, the doppelganger went to parry the incoming attack to the side with its shield, as opposed to dodging or blocking outright. The primary purpose was to introduce as much uncertainty as possible into Ssarak's opponent. The fact that his weapon was on a chain would reduce the feedback he could feel from the hit, and make it that much more difficult for him to notice any subtle errors in the doppelganger magic. There was no guarantee that the Esyire would not figure it out regardless, but Ssarak wanted to put as much doubt in his mind as he could. \n\nHowever, anything done with Ssarak's doppelgangers was just to buy time. His true attack would come through another source. Ssarak had gathered so far that his opponent had some protections from illusions. As such, Ssarak decided to take the approach of using another aspect of psychomancy to assault his mind more directly. Instead of attacking his perceptions, Ssarak focused his mind on attacking his very emotions. \n\nIf he wanted to cripple his opponent, then trying to force him to feel pain might have seemed like a reasonable approach. However, this Esyire was obviously a trained fighter, and warriors tended to become accustomed to pain. That was not to say they were immune to it, but a warrior was better able to ignore pain than most others. As such, Ssarak decided to try to enhance one feeling that no warrior would expect to feel in combat: pleasure. To begin his mental assault, Ssarak tried to make his opponent feel as much pleasure as he possibly could, to overwhelm his mind and body with pure ecstasy. If he succeeded to the extent he hoped, it would be immensely distracting, and entirely contrary to any feeling one would expect to feel in a fight. \n\nThe next step of his attack, if Ssarak was able to follow through, was to have his doppelganger stare into the eyes of the Esyire, then delve aggressively into his thoughts. In the Esyire's compromised state of mind, Ssarak hoped to ferret out memories associated with the sight of Ssarak. He wanted to find memories that could clue Ssarak in on the Esyire's motivation for this theft against the College. Was he a mercenary just looking for payment? Was it out of faith in a religion, or some other organization that supported Kudd, or perhaps was is personal against the College? If Ssarak could get a sense of his motivation, then further psychological attacks could be easier.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" } ]

[ { "text": "Lyn, College courtyard\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nLyn's right eyebrow lifted in question. \n\nHer glance hardened when she directed it at Tyrael, obviously not pleased with the assumptions being tossed about. Mostly because he had indirected insulted her ability to judge a person's character. It was bad enough Ssarak had already scolded, even if it was gently caution, about her conversation with the vampire. Now, this. Was everyone going to see her as a child forever? She wondered, feeling the slight negative worry creep into her core and settle there. \n\nInhaling, she purged her heart of the needling fear. Things clearly weren't getting off on the right foot right with Henri and she worried he might actually run away instead of registering. It didn't help her pride had been unintentionally hurt by Tyrael's words.\n\nShe was about to address them when Henri decided to make things even, his words hissed louder than her mother's. Her hand pressed her fingers to her temple while she absorbed the budding conflict rising into the air. This wasn't something she wanted or needed today, especially with her mother's whereabouts unknown. That was when she noticed something odd at Tyrael's feet. His shadow seemed to jerk and twitch of its accordance causing her to glance closer. A single, unseen golem had found its way into resting under her godfather's feet drawing a small snicker. \n\nLyn was relieved when the tension seemed to slightly dissipate, slowly. She could still sense the traces, mostly between Tyrael and Henri, linger but she couldn't figure out how to fix it. At least right now. \n\nBoth males were wrong in their perception, Henri calling her god-father a thing and Tyrael threatening him. Why couldn't people just get along? These minor conflicts had always bothered her ever since she was little, drawing confusion and muddied feelings. She hoped it wouldn't always be like this. \n\nHer eyes darted toward Henri who began to follow Grey to the opposite direction of the kitchen, then mouthed silent words at the young man. \n\n'Sorry about this, I'll catch up with you in three hours. Meet me in the library. Ask the gargoyles.' Lyn turned on heel to follow Tyrael's turned back and his melted path through the snow. \n\nLidda, Office\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nLidda had been wrapping up her paperwork when her feline-like ears flicked, catching the meek tapping on her doorway. Her human face turned to the entrance with a slight, confused frown. Inwardly she debated on who could be visiting her as she shifted down from the custom chair. All four legs straightened and then coiled, absorbing the shock upon landing. Her hair like mane fluttered back down across her elongated neck before she straightened once more. Curved claws retracted into her human-like forepaws while they tapped the hard stone floor, betraying her sassy little gait.\n\nThe Vitamancer, whose shape was currently in the shape of a black Sphinx, was taken aback when she heard Alaira's voice. Uncertain of the reason, the master's form sat on her hind legs then reached out her right 'paw' to give the knob a quick twist. Alaira was meet with a face mixed with feline and human aspects giving an eerie, monstrous beauty of its own. \n\nAllowing the half elf room to enter, she twisted then began to sway back to her chair. Hopping onto it, she turned with an expected expression and waited for Alaira to explain her presence.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "[b]Althalus/b]\n\nHe stared after Aliara in surprise. Not that she had rejected his offer, he had somewhat expected that given how suddenly he had dropped it on her, but at the nervousness and uncomfortableness she had shown. \"Well…\" He looked back at Helena, only mildly concerned. If Alaira was in true trouble she wouldn't have ever bothered to talk to the other woman. He'd find her later, figure out what was going on. \"It looks like its just you and me. I'll have you spar against her and others later then. For now, follow me. I'm going to see if you can do something with those knives other than throw them ineffectually and run out of range of your allies with them.\" He gave a smirk at her, gesturing for her her to follow. \n\n\"If you want to learn how to use a 'proper',\" he gave air quotes to show how ridiculous the idea of any weapon not being proper was. \"Weapon, you'll have to go to Annabeth. Alaira is a very talented warrior and could probably kill me three hundred different ways with seventy different weapons but her style isn't good for you. Lots of strength and bursts of speed, often relying on brute force. You're more speed and precision.\" He shrugged. \"Unless you want to follow her training regime and get to her levels of strength and physicality. Then you shouldn't have a problem.\"\n\nAs they arrived in the training yard, with various structures set up for climbing and jumping, he pointed to a rack filled with blunted knives. \"Pick your poison. Find a pair, or one if that's your style, of knives that are a good weight for you. Then I want you to try and stab me.\"\n\nAramir\n\nShe was wandering around the outside of the college, walking lightly through the freezing cold. The cold helped her calm down, the dull chill slowly working its way through her being and dimming the fires of her anger. She loved this time of year. It reminded her of home, before everything had gone to the Inferno, and it was a never ending source of amusement to see the looks she got as she walked around it what people would consider summer clothing. They weren't from the Frozen Plains. This weather wasn't freezing to her. It was actually rather nice and much more appreciated than the damn sandy and heat filled place she had just visited. She was whistling cheerfully to herself, tension leaving her body as she walked through the frigid land. \n\nThat whistling stopped immediately as she saw the person collapsed just outside the gate. \"Gods above.\" She cursed, hurrying over to the person. A woman, as she finally saw, unconscious in the snow. \"Oh this isn't good.\" Aramir rolled the woman over, checking to make sure she was at least still breathing, before calling for help. \"Guards! Help! SOmeone's collapsed, we need to get her to the infirmary!\" Within moments, two men appeared. They picked up Danica between them, carefully, and hurried her to the Infirmary and Sam, Aramir anxiously following.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)" }, { "text": "Danica Ruzicka\n\nDanica was dimly aware of the... noise being made. It was distant in her mind, a sort of animal bleat barely heard through the haze of her fading consciousness. She shifted slightly as she felt something touch her, and then... well, it was hard for her to tell. The thing within her was mostly in control, and it had decided that whatever was near could be a threat. She turned over rather suddenly, taking a swipe at the hapless elf with an almost bestial growl...\n\nShe missed, naturally, she was no less exhausted than before, and any blow she could make was slow, drunken, and lacking in force. She was about to scramble to her feet and perhaps pounce her, or some other similar, violent action but she just... froze. Slowly, she looked from the elf to her hand, noting that it had become a rather wicked claw. She watched it slowly shift back into a less threatening limb now that she'd calmed some. \"I am... sorry. The power, it is... difficult to control.\" She said softly. It was a little difficult to understand her, she had a rather thick accent and her face mask wasn't helping matters. In fact, Aramir might notice her clothing was rather strange in general. Unlike the other humans about, her clothes didn't seem particularly warm. Just tattered leather under a tattered cloak. No boots or gloves, and the ends of her sleeves and her trousers and sleeves were torn. Then, of course, there was the blood. So much of it... Most of it around her sleeves and upper chest.\n\nShe collapsed to a knee for just a moment, and summoning up her strength she managed to stand again. She didn't seem to be, well,\n injured, but she certainly seemed unwell. \"I must apologize again, but this is the... er... Twi Light College, yes?\" She inquired, placing unusual emphasis on a word, as if unsure of the pronunciation. She leaned in closer to the elf, and went a step forward and began to kneel even closer, her face just a couple inches away. \"Are you from here? There's food, yes? Can you take me to it? I'm starving.\" She asked question after question, her tone... desperate almost. Pleading. It was a little sad, almost enough to distract from how ridiculously creepy the woman was. Almost. Her eye wasn't helping, the way it seemed to bore straight into one's soul, not to mention its aberrant coloration. There was a hunger, plain as day. \n\nSalvation would come in the form of a pair of guards. While they arrived in something of a hurry, they seemed more relaxed when they saw that the woman was not, in fact, currently unconscious. Danica seemed to suddenly feel very threatened and vulnerable, pulling her cloak tightly around herself and averting her gaze, shuffling a bit to put Aramir between herself and the guards. \"I-I wasn't going to hurt her, I'm sorry I'm-sorryI'msorry...\" She muttered, almost whimpering it sounded like. One of the guards seemed to have his face buried in his palm, and the other had this incredulous look on his face... \"Uh... Right.\" he said, looking around. \"She looks... er, healthy, mostly. Can you... take care of her? We have to watch the gates, and... uh...\" Of course, Aramir wouldn't have had to call for them if they hadn't been slacking off in the first place, so it was probably just an excuse to get out of dealing with the crazy lady.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Danica Ruzicka" } ]

[ { "text": "Alaira Taenn\n\nWhen Alaira rushed the man, he seemed to somehow miraculously avoid the attack. Even though he saw her coming, her speed was such that to avoid the attack without throwing yourself to the ground was an impressive feat, but not impressive enough. She skid to a halt just after, using her forward momentum to whip around and aim another blow at his skull... And nothing, it didn't connect. She continued this pattern, desperately trying to kill the man before her mind gave out and she was at his mercy.\n\nFinally, she managed to land a blow on his midsection... or did she? He had just... vanished without a trace as soon as she struck. The screaming in her head had finally stopped as she stood there, huffing and puffing. She fell to her knees, her mace clattering to the ground as she fell a little ways forward, managing to stop herself from hitting her head on the cold stones as she caught her breath...", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" }, { "text": "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": "Liam\n\nLiam had been minding his own business; he walked around the camp, sometimes stopping for a minute to check up on the others and what they were doing. He felt bored rather quickle, so he decided that the right thing to do was to break off a dying branch off a tree and pick up a somewhat sharp rock. He sat on the ground near the wagon and began sharpening one of the branch's points. It was one of his small, on-the-road, hobbies.\n\nThen he perked up and looked around at the sound of Eural addressing him. He turned his head only to see a skull being thrown at him. \n\n\"Damn-\" Liam muttered as he shot up and caught the skull in both his hands, one of his fingers dipped into its right eye socket. \n\n\"Whoops.\"", "username": "Frettzo", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nIt was time. With what preparations that could be done, the roc hunters gathered their things, put away any of sign of their camp, and left the safety of the forest. They had made quite a bit balista bolts as well as lengths of vine rope. With a bit of ingenuity and elbow grease They made an improvised grappling shot of sorts. Annabeth refereed to it as the rope shot. She had no real intentions of being able to take down the roc without a lucky shot, and she couldn't rely on luck right now. No, she needed to stall, to give the others enough time to get the wagons and get out. She made that much clear as they were on the way to the roc's nest.\n\n\"Remember the mission: We need to get those wagons back. The roc is merely the main obstacle in the way. Aramir, Auriel, Liam, I want you three to go secure the wagons. IF what we know is right, the roc hasn't killed the horses yet, so try to secure them. Me, Colette, Eural, and our skull friend Arcadius will distract the roc the best we can. I can't ensure that we'll kill it, but with the arrows Aramir and Auriel made we can at least keep it occupied. Once you get the wagon see if you can try to send a signal to us, like a flare or something. That way we can retreat back into the forest and we can all head back to the college. One last thing: This mission isn't worth your life. If you get hurt, if something goes wrong, don't push yourself. I don't want to lose any of you tonight. Now let's do this!\"\n\nThere was little fanfare from Annabeth, but as they got closer to the roc's nest they did stop by the forest to drop off the extraction crew (Auriel, Armir, Liam) while the others stayed with the wagon. Loading the balista with the rope shot Annabeth looked around. The sun was already beginning to set, and an hour or less it would be nighttime. While she was confident that she could use the moonlight to give her viability, the night sky would make it hard for Annabeth to see the Roc come down if it does. But that's what Colette was there for. \n\n\"Colette, you'll need to be my eyes. Watch the skies for me and tell me when you see the roc.\"\n\nTyrael Marchosias\n\nTime was up. He wanted more people for this job, but Baulder was the only one who actually bothered to stick around. It couldn't be helped: if this guy was willing to work than Tyrael had a job for him. If anyone else showed up Tyrael would tell them the same thing he told Baulder. Back at the office Tyrael sat behind his desk, a map of the world flat on his table. He marked the location of the college and the location that he wanted the group to go: The land of Tidehome. Known for their sea economy, the group would have to go through the Aerta College area and head south. With the wagon Tyrael was going to give them, it would take them about half a day to get there and half a day to get back. They'd have at least one whole day for the mission Tyrael had for them, so it'll take them two or three days depending on how badly they mess up. As for the mission itself...\n\n\"Go to the southern coasts of Tidehome and bring back a live lobster. This is what they look like.\" Tyrael showed the group a sketch of the creature in question next to a humanoid figure. The lobstar was about as long as the man's leg; a large specimen indeed. \"This mission is simple, so failure is inexcusable. I want this lobster alive. I require only one, but I will pay for any additional lobsters as well, but they must also be alive. The roads are dangerous even between the college and Tidehome, so bring whatever equipment you deem necessary. If you require weapons or armor see me at the forge after this briefing, or go to the infirmary if you need other supplies. You are to leave within the next hour. That is all.\" Giving everyone a short list to remind them of their objectives Tyrael headed back to the forge. He wasted too much time looking for victims volunteers for this job, so now he needed to go back to the monotonous task of arming what Tyrael felt like was half of Eania and three-fourths of Djarkel.", "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": "Baulder's eyes darted open as Tyrael returned from......somewhere. He had leaned up against a wall hands folded and had gone to sleep. He was thinking maybe the Demon got stuck in an org-no it was defiantly death. He had thought the demon dead. He had only been asleep awhile...probably. After following his \"teacher\" into the office and watching him pull out some papers with drawings on it Baulder began salivating. Just the picture looked tasty, he was sure these \"lobster\" would make for good eating. Then again he had never had them, although Imp had tasted good if a bit tough. Baulder licked his lips and strained his jaw to keep the spit in. He looked to the orc after he was done explaining everything. \"Do you have.....pole things with a blade on the end? They shouldn't need their legs right? They look tasty atleast....\" The demon gave Baulder a sort of blank stare or atleast what Baulder thought was blank. Maybe he was disgusted with him? That wouldn't be good. He wanted more imp how would he get more imp without the orc? Yes, he needed more imp so doing this would get him more imp. When the monster left the room Baulder followed hoping he went to the forge so he could get the pole-blade thing. Or atleast he thought he knew what he was talking about.", "username": "cqbexpt", "char_name": "\"Scarred hand\", \"Midnight\", Baulder" } ]

[ { "text": "Grey Onyx\nGrey sighed, dusting his hands as he found a rock to lean the boy against. He had simply taken his leave of the other two, Not keen on causing Mar any more stress, inadvertent though it was. No, he had a job to do. Athalus and leith were available as well, which eased his fears somewhat. Between Leith's gauntlet-assisted might, Athalus' skill, and his own endurance, they could likely handle anything the child could throw at them... If he were capable of removing the chains and ropes Grey bound him in, at least. He sighed, leaning down to wake the child when he saw... a woman, was it? He tensed when he got a better look at her, reaching for his axe and his shield... He had forgotten the child could manipulate those, and had foolishly brought them with him. This turned out to be for the best, it seemed. \n\nJudging from her... less than sane appearance, she was probably one of the mages they sought, and after a rather hideous laugh, Athalus confirmed his suspicion. He looked behind him, letting out an audible gasp of shock when he noticed the the crazed... Well, pyromancer was obvious at this point... He barely registered another one too... Yeah, these were the rogue mages, they must be. His mind raced, assessing the situation... One combatant here, three allied warriors, two combatants over there, two allied warriors... He needed to go help Mar and Coco, three men on one lunatic was overkill when they could have the numbers in two places... But who to send?... Athalus, the others were a ways off, and Athalus had a crossbow.\n\nHe looked forward, narrowing his eye as he regarded the elf, she had his full attention now... \"Athalus, head back and assist the others, Leith or I would never make it in time.\" He ordered, slowly strafing to the side a few paces... Just what tricks did this girl have up her sleeve...", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Greyson 'Grey' Onyx" }, { "text": "Mar\n\nThe task was almost done, Mar thought bitterly. Her eyes stared at her hands, covered in various wounds and splinters, still lightly bled in her efforts to tearing wood once nailed down. It had taken a long time to find, pull and tear apart the various broken furniture and floor board to add into the dead's pile. She needed the kindling to help feed the oil and keep it going, allowing it to become hot enough to turn the bodies into ashes. Most of it was from the ghost village, making the pile higher now. It would've went faster had Coco helped but she refused, for personal reasons, instead allowing Mar to work alone. \n\nNow came the exhausting work. Sweat and blood weren't strangers to her, though the manual work done by farmers was clearly not something she was designed for. Her work methods clumsy and crude in nature. First Mar began to flattening and dig any large plants within a three foot radius around the burn area, slowly at first. Whatever she couldn't pull up she covered over with dirt, filling the air with the rich, thick earthy scent. It mingled in and out of the corpses' rotting smell, the pile left to linger, drifting the graveyard stank through out the camp. Occasionally her eyes flickered over to the pile. She caught glimpses of the male and female bodies, ranging from child to adult size, all left covered in the lamp oil thanks to Grey. She kept her tongue firmly in as she set about her task to keep the plant 'massacre' short and painless. Using her tail to sweep and dig up much the earth below it, her job was nearly complete the moment she heard Althalus call out. \n\nMar's head jerked to the three males' direction, her body positioned near the body pile, when someone stumbled out of the forest. A wood elf, dressed in ragged and tattered garments, her head bound in bloody bandages, appeared. At Althalus' warning, the woman let out a disturbing, blood curdling laughter. It made every instinct in Mar's body flare into alert while her head turned to locate her scythe. During her task, she had laid down the scythe after cutting much of the grass low and now was unarmed. That was dangerous in her mind, her spirit rapidly trying to mend her error. \n\nToo late. \n\nRed flashed at her vision side causing Mar to react to protect herself, her arms jerked up. Her head lowered when the flames roared up suddenly in the pile beside her. Heat washed over her skin and pain seared into her brain, the edges brushing closer than comfortable for her, causing minor burns. Impulsively she twisted her back to shield her face from being burnt off. It was minor compared to her prior wounds but no less pleasant. Another blast and more red, her tail coiled back. She felt her torso jerked away from the crackling fire, her arms lowered on hearing a male's voice ring out. Her hardened eyes easily spotting the source. \n\n\"Whores of the Eanian Empire! Prepare to defend yourself! The flames of justice come for you.\" A human male stared, his eyes and mouth flickered with fire at each word. \n\nTaking a moment to survey her damage, Mar's eyes dropped to see her forearms. The flesh was dark pink and hot, the affliction caused by the fire had dulled to a tolerable ache, as she let out a loud warning hiss. Fangs ejected and tail pushes underneath her, raising her a good foot or more higher than before. Her mind noted the intensity of the fire. How quickly it was now turning the corpses into ashes, unusual for a normal fire, which it would've taken minutes or days to do. \n\n\"Who...are you?\" While Mar asked, her tail reached subtly for her scythe just a foot from her.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "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": "MageHunters\n\nEveryone seemed to be in agreement. Go after the mages who they were supposed to orignally kill. Althalus couldn't help a small chuckle at Coco's response and insistence that she was fine. Well, Alaira's tenacity seems to be rubbing off...not sure if that's a good thing or not. He watched Mar carefully, waiting for any sign that she was going to lose control like she did with the Yarosmerian diplomat. He only spoke when it seemed she was back to being her usual self. \"So, currently our plan is to wake up the Necromancer with unnatural levels of magical power and hope he isn't feeling murderous. Alright. You all can do the talking and I'll kill him if he decides to try killing one of you rather than being reasonable.\" He avoided Mar's eyes when he said this. She already knew he was more than capable of doing this and living with himself afterwards. What was one more corpse, a little more blood on his hands? There was already a mountain behind him and his hands were already stained red. \n\n\"So, what are we going to do if he isn't cooperative and I kill him? Unless someone sees something I don't, the best we can do in that situation is walk into the forest very, very carefully. We could have had a cooperative informant on where the mages were but someone, who was supposed to be the most diplomatic of us on this trip, threatened to 'personally drive their boot through his head like it was an over-ripe watermelon' and then screamed at them to run.\"\n\nAlthalus pointedly looked at Grey, before continuing. \"Regardless, shall we wake our friendly little psychopath up now?\" he picked up his crossbow and loaded it. Just in case.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "Liam\n\nLiam had been minding his own business; he walked around the camp, sometimes stopping for a minute to check up on the others and what they were doing. He felt bored rather quickle, so he decided that the right thing to do was to break off a dying branch off a tree and pick up a somewhat sharp rock. He sat on the ground near the wagon and began sharpening one of the branch's points. It was one of his small, on-the-road, hobbies.\n\nThen he perked up and looked around at the sound of Eural addressing him. He turned his head only to see a skull being thrown at him. \n\n\"Damn-\" Liam muttered as he shot up and caught the skull in both his hands, one of his fingers dipped into its right eye socket. \n\n\"Whoops.\"", "username": "Frettzo", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nIt was time. With what preparations that could be done, the roc hunters gathered their things, put away any of sign of their camp, and left the safety of the forest. They had made quite a bit balista bolts as well as lengths of vine rope. With a bit of ingenuity and elbow grease They made an improvised grappling shot of sorts. Annabeth refereed to it as the rope shot. She had no real intentions of being able to take down the roc without a lucky shot, and she couldn't rely on luck right now. No, she needed to stall, to give the others enough time to get the wagons and get out. She made that much clear as they were on the way to the roc's nest.\n\n\"Remember the mission: We need to get those wagons back. The roc is merely the main obstacle in the way. Aramir, Auriel, Liam, I want you three to go secure the wagons. IF what we know is right, the roc hasn't killed the horses yet, so try to secure them. Me, Colette, Eural, and our skull friend Arcadius will distract the roc the best we can. I can't ensure that we'll kill it, but with the arrows Aramir and Auriel made we can at least keep it occupied. Once you get the wagon see if you can try to send a signal to us, like a flare or something. That way we can retreat back into the forest and we can all head back to the college. One last thing: This mission isn't worth your life. If you get hurt, if something goes wrong, don't push yourself. I don't want to lose any of you tonight. Now let's do this!\"\n\nThere was little fanfare from Annabeth, but as they got closer to the roc's nest they did stop by the forest to drop off the extraction crew (Auriel, Armir, Liam) while the others stayed with the wagon. Loading the balista with the rope shot Annabeth looked around. The sun was already beginning to set, and an hour or less it would be nighttime. While she was confident that she could use the moonlight to give her viability, the night sky would make it hard for Annabeth to see the Roc come down if it does. But that's what Colette was there for. \n\n\"Colette, you'll need to be my eyes. Watch the skies for me and tell me when you see the roc.\"\n\nTyrael Marchosias\n\nTime was up. He wanted more people for this job, but Baulder was the only one who actually bothered to stick around. It couldn't be helped: if this guy was willing to work than Tyrael had a job for him. If anyone else showed up Tyrael would tell them the same thing he told Baulder. Back at the office Tyrael sat behind his desk, a map of the world flat on his table. He marked the location of the college and the location that he wanted the group to go: The land of Tidehome. Known for their sea economy, the group would have to go through the Aerta College area and head south. With the wagon Tyrael was going to give them, it would take them about half a day to get there and half a day to get back. They'd have at least one whole day for the mission Tyrael had for them, so it'll take them two or three days depending on how badly they mess up. As for the mission itself...\n\n\"Go to the southern coasts of Tidehome and bring back a live lobster. This is what they look like.\" Tyrael showed the group a sketch of the creature in question next to a humanoid figure. The lobstar was about as long as the man's leg; a large specimen indeed. \"This mission is simple, so failure is inexcusable. I want this lobster alive. I require only one, but I will pay for any additional lobsters as well, but they must also be alive. The roads are dangerous even between the college and Tidehome, so bring whatever equipment you deem necessary. If you require weapons or armor see me at the forge after this briefing, or go to the infirmary if you need other supplies. You are to leave within the next hour. That is all.\" Giving everyone a short list to remind them of their objectives Tyrael headed back to the forge. He wasted too much time looking for victims volunteers for this job, so now he needed to go back to the monotonous task of arming what Tyrael felt like was half of Eania and three-fourths of Djarkel.", "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": "Darius had just finished his morning exercises when he was approached by a golem that told him to go find Khan and tell him to take his medicine. He frowned. It seemed like a childish thing to not take medication. With a shrug, Darius made his way out of the courtyard that was starting to fill up with soldiers. He had turned the corner to the hallway that led to Khan's office in time to see someone banging on the headmaster's door and asking loudly if he had been taking his medicine.\n\nAs the man was invited into the office by Khan, Darius turned around and walked away. Someone had already come to check up on Khan, and Darius didn't think that two people needed to remind the Esyire to take his medicine. He made his way to the dining hall, got himself a plate of food and sat down at one of the tables in the corner of the room. Darius watched the people in the room as he ate. As he was finishing his meal, he noticed someone making his way to his table. He frowned at the wings the man had. They didn't seem possible. He nodded at the man when he stopped in front of the table. \"What is it?\" he asked simply.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Darius Jura" }, { "text": "Alaira TaennAlaira rolled her eyes at Athalus as she let the man speak, tapping her fingers on her arm. \"Wake up. This freedom of yours is a fever dream. Your stubbornness'll get all your people killed when one of those big bad countries comes to take that land anyhow. One of those two will own Tidehome by the end, and if not that's because they made it a crater. And if you ally with us, that puts us on the top of their collective shitlists too. So, kindly fuck off back to your swamp and... I don't know. Roll around in the mud. Whatever it is you do.\" She said, waving dismissively as she dragged Athalus behind her, disappearing into the crowd... Well, not really. She was tall enough to stand out anyhow, but retribution for her comments would be difficult with all those bodies in the way... Though she didn't think he'd do anything anyway. and if he did, well that was great too. Nobody could complain about her punching him if he struck first.\n\nShe sighed, her expression going dark when she heard him speak of Mar... Lately, she didn't know how to feel about her... She'd seen what she'd done to Athalus. And he just... took it. That one eyed guard liked to mope about what happened to his hand, but it wasn't like he lopped it off himself... Mar had nearly killed Athalus on multiple occasions, and it only seemed to be getting worse... If she loved him, why did she hurt him? You don't hurt the people you love... She shook her head, resting her hand on his shoulder. \"I'll go with ya... Make sure nothing crazy happens...\" She said seriously, unhanding him as she gestured to him to lead the way.\n\nGrey OnyxGrey thought back to the axe. Only weapon? That's funny. Last I checked you couldn't do a lap around this place without tripping over a random weapon... I can get an axe that's just as sharp that doesn't sass me any time I want... Hell, Tyrael'd probably trade me a damn good one for you. So if you want me to keep you, and I assume you do since you haven't flown to someone else's hip, I suggest you better be giving me some good reasons that aren't threats. And without someone to swing you around you're useless... Why bother with me if you could just swing around and kill stuff on your own all the time? I'm not stupid.\n\nGrey stroked his chin, listening to Lucilia speak. He rolled his eyes at the mention of vampires, but let the subject lie. He had learned to at least keep that to himself more often than not. he quirked a brow when she leaned in to speak more privately, his eye widening in alarm at the seriousness of the Archmage's presence... He had to watch Lucilia, sure, but what if the Archmage died because he refused to fetch the medicine? His fragile conscience was strained enough as it is! He nodded urgently, standing at attention and giving a quick salute as he took the key. \"Yes Ma'am. It will be done.\" He said seriously, turning and heading for her office...", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]

[ { "text": "Lira rubber her face frustrated after the fifth wall she had bonked into. If the echos weren't bad enough her sense of smell was over fumed by the stench of decay, making navigating very much impossible for her. She was tempted to find a hold to rest and maybe wait till what ever was scampering around the place was asleep. With a heavy sigh she found the opening and wandered on, only to cringe when she stepped in a puddle of water. It wasn't deep but it was still gross and cold, well least colder then she would like. \"Alright this isn't work\" She mumbled to herself after drying her feet off again. \"There's got to be an empty.\" She paused \"coffin? If that's what this is\" She frown tapping on \"Thought these things where buried not laid out on display\" She said and shivered \"Ya so not sleeping in there\" She said and continued her blind search", "username": "Sento", "char_name": "Lira" }, { "text": "Lyn's Hunt\n\nGroup 2: Harpy\n\nName: Harpy\nClass: Medium 5 foot 8 inches\nImage/Appearance Description:\n\nSummary Features:\n* Able to carry heavy weight: Harpies have a bit of aeromancy which allows them to carry weight up to ten times their own and without hindering their ability to fly.\n* Flight: Able to fly great heights by gliding through heat drafts in the air, mostly created by their limited aeromancy magic.\n* Tail: extremely strong tail that can ensnarl and hold a victim while the happy tears the victim apart.\n\n\nMar watched placidly when the snow elf take off. His pale white blended well into the grey landscape as he shot forward, his small figure disappearing into the tall grasses and into the animal's direction. Her eyes watched the shifting line created, his figure drawing closer to the unaware animal that was pawing at the ground. She narrowed on the movement when he leapt up, his feet hitting a tree at the seven foot mark and sent him higher, his sword raised in a ready position. It whipped out at the beast's meaty flank, drawing a line and sending the blood to scatter in the air. It bellowed in pain then kicked off to vanish into the opposite direction. \n\nAt the same moment, Enzius' legs bent then rolled bring his body back upright once more. Idly, he watched the beast retreat back while sheathing his sword. Most would've been impressed by the display. However, Mar wasn't. \n\nIn her mind, it was wasteful and unnecessary. Stunts like that would quickly tire any individual out over time and would force them to return to the college sooner than expected. This would put them one individual down and increase the burden of those who remained. At the thought she inhaled sharply while she eyed Enzius walking to the meadow, plopping down in the middle. With so many in there then it would be a surprise they could get anything to run in there at all she thought. \n\n\"I wouldn't be spotting them if you were actually looking Althalus and you would've gotten the moose faster.\" Mar stated clearly, tone unamused by his logic. She wasn't fond of lifting too high or she left her tail's underbelly exposed to attack, and while it wouldn't kill her it was uncomfortable to be hit in that area. She watched him return his crossbow to its hiding spot, absorbing the knowledge she knew about as much about his body as he did. His arms gestured vaguely around to unseen and absent brush that lacked wildlife any sort, this area almost completely cleared. Her tail curled underneath her and was coiling comfortably, propping her upright.\n\n Mar's fingers tightened about the spear weapon that was once the femur bone when she sensed the sensation of eyes brushing her neck back. Her gaze quickly turned her eyes over her shoulder, hearing the sound of wings flapping and a shape escaped her sight. Althalus and herself, possibly Enzius, heard feminine giggles echoing around them. However, every time they looked to the direction they managed to only see a fleeting shape as the creatures darted through the trees above. They were even too fast for Enzuis' sharp eyes to catch them in time. Twigs and branches fell, tumbling to the ground, where they had been broken off. \n\nMar was breathing in panic, her chest rattling and deep, with eyes flickering everywhere to seek the source. Her skin was prickling with anger at being denied a target. She hissed quietly in apprehension at the growing threat. The only warning was a fluttering then a harpy jerked out from the rest of the flock and erected her claws at Mar's back. At the same time, another female darted out and slashed out her tail at Althalus' leg on her fly by, where she intended to snare then jerk his leg out from under him. If Althalus spotted and dodged it, he wouldn't have enough time to shot Mar's attacker. However, if he was ensnared then the Harpy would smack him into every tree along the path away from Mar, making it difficult for him to shoot or reload. \n\nMore giggles started as about ten, human size creatures started to make their presence known. Their filthy blackish brown feathers jutted out in all directions giving them an unkempt appearance while their lizard like tails curled with the flexibility seen in prehensile tails on monkeys. They were sitting and waiting, watching the first two before one started to climb higher up on the trees and edged around Althalus' position.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Catacombs: Nearest Ssarak and Tyrael\n\nThey had been traveling for days, their tails slithering across the stone and rough terrain as they were persuaded for days by the Ridge Hound pack. It had been a good idea at first until the creatures had turned upon them, still starving even after wiping out the whole Yasomere army. They pressed the large group of hundreds into the Ravine but only eleven made it to the college. It was the Naga that opened the seals Tyrael had set, their intelligence and quick thinking barely keeping them ahead of the monsters hunting them down. Only time of great risk did Naga ever manage to work together, their minds united and bodies moved like a well oiled machine in defending the last matriarch from falling. \n\nLyamis, Marya's brother, was among those individuals. \n\nThe ridge hound reptile like bodies flickered in then out, each time their moves made to avoid the stabbing weapons greeting their approach. Some were struck and promptly became a new meal for their brethren causing Lyamis to mentally huff in disgust at the waste and lacking loyalty. His spear darted in again to nail a charging hound as the point buried itself into the creature's shoulder, oozing fresh blood across its wrinkled hide. It easily toppled to its side whimpering while Lyamis jerked his weapon free viciously. Immediately it tried to wiggle back onto its feet before another Ridge Hound collided with its throat, ripping it out. Another went to the side, slashing the underbelly to cause intestines to crumble out across the floor. In a rabid frenzy the animal was becoming a meal for seven to eight creatures of its own kin. \n\nEach time one crumbled down, the ridge hound was hauled away to rip into pieces and devour. This made making a wall of flesh between his tribe and the attacks difficult when the 'bricks' were vanishing. As a sister covered his flank, Lyamis looked over his shoulder. Huddled in the corner was the single elderly Naga, Amaryllis, and the remaining matriarch for Mar's tribe. Her skin was albino and smooth, all color lost when she stopped going out into the sun when she became the head. Her white hair hung off her skull and draped down past her shoulder blades, her red eyes flickered with a calm and steady gaze. \n\nLyamis spared only a moment when he spotted another female Naga crumble under the sheer numbers. Ridge hounds bite and clawed, her screams started then ended suddenly. Immediately several were flung from the now 'dead' corpse while she rose upright, her eyes empty and fangs out. Pieces of flesh dangled off her bones exposing the red and white underneath the flesh. Her fingers no longer grasped her weapon when she turned toward Lyamis, her mouth opened hissed, as she lounged forward. Lyamis' weapon went up instantly allowing her fingers to seize the handle of his spear. Larger weight easily sent him back as she snapped her jaws, stretching her neck out to sink her fangs in.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Alaira, Hunt\nAlaira cursed as she swung... She felt the blade find purchase, cleaving deep into the creature's flesh... But she knew that it was strong, it's bones would not be sliced so easily. So, her sword tore apart the meat but proceeded to glide off the bone. The creature was stopped, and the follow-through from her swing caused her to turn around... There was a flash out of the corner of her eye, the woman only having a split second to raise her blade to guard, along with a back-hop assisted by aeromancy... \n\nShe wasn't quick enough to avoid the blow, but since she was moving back as well the beast couldn't strike her weapon hard enough to break it. However, the additional force from the blow caused her to fly back further than expected and lose her balance, tumbling to the ground. She didn't have time to strike back immediately, the woman springing to her feet first. Her eyes flicked down to her blade, noting the scratch along the blade that could have easily shattered it had she been slower. She spat, shouldering her blade before dashing in for another strike. She cloaked herself in lightning, bolts of energy arcing around her body and singing grasses as she passed (She wasn't in contact long enough to outright start a blaze, however). She rather liked this 'cloak' spell of hers, it made physical attacks against her a risky prospect: While you could still hit her normally, such an action would not go unpunished... Most creatures and people were not keen on being zapped, after-all. She tried for a running start into an overhead, downward swing at its midsection. And if that didn't work, a backhop was in order.", "username": "Freeshooter92", "char_name": "Alaira Taenn" } ]

[ { "text": "Keri Wolf VS Ellys Colab Lyn's Hunt\n\nKeri's sword stayed at Ellys' throat grip, fingers tightening around the handle. Excitement started rising in her as she thought about it. An enemy's life in the palm of her own hand. A madman's grin formed fluently upon her lips. Wind bushed past her as something pushed Keri out of its way towards Mar. The same scent as before the meadow flooded her noise, a sigh of relief escaped her mouth that Althalus would save Mar. \n\nEllys' breath was shallow as she held her breath, her pulse quickening at the blade pressed into her throat. The flesh already lightly nicked by the sharp edge causing her eyes to narrow on the bitch in front of her. Her tail twitched, her body stiff, when she jerk back the moment Althalus moved passed her. Ellys' tail jerked forward at Keri's legs in a hope to trip and topple the Vampire. If hit, she would clip the knee causing the leg to crumble while the other man's arrows pierced near her heart or chest causing her more damage. Ellys would then start to slither away toward the meadow in order to finish her task and finally end this stain on her race's existence, returning to her tribe without the evidence to follow her. \n\nThe tail was a something Keri never thought the Naga would use. There was contact with her leg but there was no pain at the moment. She slashing across Ellys' chest while taking a step back with her left foot. Keri didn't even noticed the bolt until it hit her left shoulder, feeling the impact when it hit. She crouch forward and taking out the arrow, her sword aiming for the Naga's heart. She dashed towards in attempt to finish Ellys off.\n\nEllys noted the dust trail from the vampire's wound, scattered to the breeze through the scene. She hissed with a loud, warning sound as she lashed out her tail again. The end tried to leg sweep at the vampire's legs again, finding success there earlier, while she re-gripped her spear. Its tip was raised then made a sharp jab at the crazed vampire's chest and neck, hoping to spill whatever made this being 'live'. \n\nKeri never saw this outcome coming. She figured that she was strong enough but the results had proven her wrong. The hiss should have told her something was off. Then again Keri was the one to screw it all up in the first place. Mar's attacker was more composed. The tail sweep move had indeed worked the second time causing her to run into the jab the Naga threw.\n\nKeri heard the tip tear into her flesh. Black dust flew in front of her. She gasped in shock as her body toppled over. Her breathing shallowed as she stayed in place. Keri was alive but pain began to slowly seeped into her body. Her eyes become to a near pitch black then their usual red.\n\n\" Heh kind of figured this would happen. Promise to keep this in mind your ass is mine the next time we meet Naga.\" She said in more of a hiss than a growl.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "Summer Flores, Lyn's hunt\n\nSummer continued to concentrate her magic to keep the paich that tried to attack her down when the loud scream pierced the air. She gasped and looked towards where the scream came from. Her green eyes widened when she saw the rising smoke in the air. She looked st the paich she had and bit her lip. She knew that they needed to end this fast and locate Lyn before something worse might happen. \n\n\"Meirin we need to end this now and go after Lyn!\" She screamed to her friend as she released her magic. The paich seemed to be out cold and not dead which relieved her. She looked at their other companion and saw that he was sinking in the ground. She ran to him.\n\n\"Hang on Leith I will get you out of there\" She said. She looked at a nearby weed that was growing not to far and luckily facing towards them. She held out her hand and concentrated on the little power she had access to and allowed it grow. She looked at Leith.\n\n\"When this gets to you. Grab it and I can retract it long enough so it will get you completely\" Summer said.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Summer Flores" } ]

[ { "text": "Althalus\n\nHe entered the room and sat down next to Mar, unannounced and moving quietly. For a few moments he just sat next to her, idly watching. Then he took out his old familiar coin, beginning to flip it between his fingers as he hummed a slight tune. It had been two weeks since the operation and Mar's recovery, if one could call it that. She had been sleeping for much of the past week, and when she hadn't been sleeping she had been silently depressed, obviously about her tail and the events that happened before it. She claimed not to remember what happened in her mind, and Satori remembered nothing as well. It struck Althalus as odd and worried him as well. Who, or what, was powerful enough to wipe Satori's memory and what do they want with Mar? It was yet again something he couldn't defend Mar against. But he could prepare to fight to defend her. \n\n\"You know. Legs aren't that bad. You can finally climb trees, balance properly, kick things, wall run, jump, all kinds of things. And if you're worried about being stabbed and taken out, welcome to the club. Everyone in the college has been stabbed by surprise, me more so than others.\" He flicked his coin through the air, catching it in his other fingers and beginning to flip it almost immediately. He smiled childishly. \"Been practicing that with Lyn for a while. That reminds me. Alaira's still very upset about being knocked out and having her jaw broke by her one opponent, and only getting lucky when she killed him. If she hadn't hit him just right in the skull, he would have only been very angry and hurting rather than dead from electric shock to the brain. I mentioned it, and she threw bottles at me. With terrifying accuracy. I'm not even sure where she got most of them from. \"\n\nUicle\n\nCLANG!\n\n\"Gods damn it!\" Uicle cursed as he was picking himself up from the ground where he had slipped. \"So much for my dramatic entrance.\" He grumbled, making his way over to where Tyrael was. \"So. This is what the mighty Demonomancy teacher does when he screws up. Wallows in self-pity. Impressive, truly.\" Uicle sat down on the stool next to Tyrael, only to crash to the ground as it broke. He sighed in defeat. \"Fine. I'll remain standing for this talk.\" He picked himself up yet again, before turning to face the half-demon. \"Alright. You've had enough time to wallow in self-pity about how you screwed up in the Catacombs. You made mistake. So do we all. You're not teaching but that doesn't mean you can't be helping yourself or the College. We're at war, in case you haven't noticed. Something sent those mages. Something attacked our students and nearly succeeded in making you do a terrible thing. I want to see them defeated before they see us defeated. But we can't do it while you wallow here. You can either sit here like a failure, or you can do something about it.\"", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Uicle" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\n\nHelena had heard the sound of footsteps approaching, but she'd not bothered looking up at them. It could be anyone, and since she didn't really know too many people, she doubted that it was someone who would want to talk with her. So she went on reading, subconsciously ignoring the sound of someone or something climbing the tree she sat under. Might be a stray cat for all she knew.\n\nAnd then there was a leaf on her page. The green a sharp contrast to the off white of the pages below it. She looked at it with something like surprise before she reached a hand up to brush it away. It was to be expected when sitting under a tree that leaves would fall down on you. She was just happy it wasn't any of the juicy looking berries that she'd glimpsed before flopping down.\n\nSplat \n\n\"Ugh!\"\n\n\"Shit,\" came the signal hiss of a curse when she realized what had happened. She had spoken too soon as it were. She could feel the juice running down through her red hair that she'd thought would be a fine time to wear down. She supposed that was better than getting all over her shirt, though. Her hair at least was easier to wash. Shifting, she turned to look up at the reason she was now sporting more than one color in her hair.\n\n\"Hey,\" she called up, looking into the face of a young woman. She hardly looked older than her, but there was something different about her, that was certain. \"You might wanna be cautious when sitting in a tree full of berries when there's someone else under it.\" She reached up to pull the mess of mulberry out of her hair after closing her book. Her tone was flustered, but she didn't look angry or anything like that. Just annoyed at the sticky mess of her hair.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" } ]

[ { "text": "E'nasha Williams\n\nE'nasha smiled and sat next to Baulder after he greeted her, trying not to feel embarrassed that he'd been laughing about Ucile as she'd walked over. That was definitely her fault, but Baulder didn't stay on the topic so, she would put it aside for now. She perked up when he mentioned that he'd gotten blood sickness from the catacombs mission. From what she knew, that was the other mission going on when she was helping with Lyn's hunt, but she hadn't found out yet what happened. \n\n\"I've been good, I guess. About the same time as you were in the catacombs, I was on a mission to help with a hunt. It was supposed to be, anyway. In the middle everyone kinda got attacked by either monsters or weirdos, and it just became a fight.\" She paused to think what to say next. Besides throwing a tree at a Cosh, she'd really been useless in all that chaos. \"In the last two weeks after we got back to the college I've been focusing on studies. The only reason I'm out and about today is because my friend El'kan hid all my stuff. So, I've been looking for him, and am kinda giving up for the moment.\" \n\nShe shook her head slightly and let a hint pf worry slip into her voice. \"So, how do you feel? Was this the first time you've had blood sickness?\" While she seemed to catch it more often than most, no case she's had in a while has lasted more than a few days. If Baulder was sick for long enough to need a couple of weeks to recover, and he's never been sick like that before, he could still be in danger if he's not careful.", "username": "Vesuvius00", "char_name": "E'nasha Williams" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\n\nThe young woman blinked at her words, her green eyes widening behind her glasses some, making it look almost comical. She wasn't even...she had younger siblings older than this girl. Her baby brother was older than her!\n\nShe was still looking a little dumbfounded as someone called out for Lyn, catching both of their attention. She turned her head some, looking at the approaching girls as Lyn turned to great them more enthusiastically. Helena recognized at least one of them fairly well. She was among those she'd help save. Or she supposed more accurately the hunt, as they called it, that she'd barged in on. Lyn's hunt. \n\nShaking her head a bit, she looked over the other girls. Pretty girls the both of them, just like the first of them was. She huffed a little laugh at the thought of what her boyfriend would say if he was there. \n\nWaving her hand at the one not being hugged, she stood looking the slightest bit awkward.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" } ]

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

[ { "text": "Lyn, Messhall\n\nSam had been disappointed in her outside wear, scolding the young hybrid and giving her herbs to starve away possible sickness she might've gotten from the cold. Thankfully she had left one of her thick coats made from the hide of the locate wildlife back within sickbay and wasn't allowed to leave until she put it on. Hating the extra weight, she wrapped it tightly around her while Tyrael left the way to the dining hall. Her arms wrapped around his at the elbow and leaned against his taller figure. \n\nIt was nice to hear his voice, even if he was a little off key and sounded a bit like a pit of gravel rustling, while they walked. When his song ended, there was a shout from across the dining hall calling for her. \n\nThe young woman flashed a smile at the small collection of people, then started to pull her uncle with her toward the others. She didn't care if she appeared too old to have her god-uncle accompany her. When Meirin scooted over on the bench, Lyn flopped down and greeted her. \"Hey Meirin. What's you guys having for breakfast? I'm famished enough to eat a horse whole.\" \n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nMar, within her Den\n\nMar rolled her eyes at Athalus' reply, her arm widening and finally opening the door for their guest. With a wave of her arm, she gestured Leith in behind her. She padded into the single room where she heard Athalus resume his whining about the mission. Her head turned to roll her eyes at his figure, now hunched down to seize his pants then place them on. There was a hint of regret he was nearly dress as she paused to admire his brief, naked image before finding herself being reminded of something. Her eyes narrowed at him with a slight daring attitude, not seeming to care about human customs. However, she never said a word. \n\nIt didn't help the way he was staring at her made her body heat up like a lamp. Trying to ignore the lust growing, she turned around to face Leith. It was a mistake as it left her rear exposed to the one male that had every right to cop a feel. It was easy to tell when he came up beside her, his scent filling her nostrils causing her to deeply inhale. She let a playful smirk dart across her lips which was something rare. It left her unguarded against his surprise 'attack'. It was the last thing she expected when his arm reached out and abruptly squeezed his fingers against her rump, her figure jerked. Almost instantly she lost her balance. Her arms came up, expecting to fall on the dirt floor and instead wound up in Athalus' ready arms. Mar frowned with deep disappointment in his actions. Namely, because she fell for it so easily and lightly smacked her hands across his broad chest, making a soft thwack throughout the den's space. She pushed off of him then casually made her way to the dresser where she snatched up his tunic laying on the floor. \n\nSlipping it on, she managed to catch Athalus' last statement. \"It's a mission to improve your magic, so stop whining. At the rate you've been going, I would've thought you would've been eager not to have everyone save you and actually be able to get a few hits in. I've got enough to worry about with Lyn's trip to Djarkel. I nearly considered avoiding my trip to Yarsomere altogether to go with her.\"", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "Leith Calder\n\n\"I'm sorry to say, but a Nox filled town of death and doom doesn't sit well with me,\" Leith said, finally finding his voice. His face more red than white from the scene he just witnessed. \"Maybe it has something to do with all the death and doom.\" He chuckled awkwardly. He listened to Mar and spoke up when she finished. \"If it makes you worry any less, I am going on the Djarkel mission. It's going to be nice to go on a diplomatic mission.\" He looked at the both of them. \"And as to why I'm here. Can't I drop by for a chat?\" \n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nDarius Jura\n\nDarius paced back and forth in his room. He had already ate breakfast and was now packed up to go on the mission to Yarosmere. Ever since he had heard from the diplomat what had become of Yarosmere, Darius had been wanting to go see what was going wrong in his homeland. And from what he had heard, that meant everything. \n\nPacing around wouldn't do anything, so Darius grabbed his sword and left his room. He made his way to one of the outer courtyards that was deserted, not an easy task, and started setting up. First he channeled his magic and blew the snow into the walls and corners. With that done he set about figuring out how to use his magic to make his blade much more sharper, and how to use it for combat.", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": "Darius Jura" } ]

[ { "text": "Darius Jura\n\nDarius frowned after Yolin answered his question. This \"Prophet\" sounded like a very dangerous man. If he had the ability to make everyone fanatics for this \"Sun God\", the group needed to be careful around him. Darius kept his eyes on the crowd around the group as they entered the marketplace. These people feared the man who led the group to their destination. \n\nAnd that made it easier to spot people who looked like they didn't fear the man. \n\nThey were moving slowly through the crowd and were spread out, but they were slowly inching their way towards the group. These men did not look like civilians, and if he were anywhere else, and with anyone else, Darius would have thought these men were thieves. But he had a hunch and decided to act on it. When they sat down, and E'nasha left the group to find shade, Darius whispered under his breath and used his magic to send it to the man directly in his line of sight\n\n\"Stop right there.\" Darius stared right at the man as he focused on making his voice reach only that man's ear. \"If I can see you, the guards can see you. What you do next may be the last thing you do.\"\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nLeith Calder\n\nLeith tugged at his right sleeve. He felt uncomfortable showing his gauntlet off to the crowd, but that was what he was told would work for his formal wear. He had gotten used to his cloak hiding his arm from sight. Here, however, the demonic-looking gauntlet that covered up to just past his elbow was visible to all. With a sigh, Leith stopped playing with his sleeve and looked around the room.\n\nWhen he and his fellow diplomats entered the room, he had been running all five of his warding runes, but once all the greetings had died down, he gave them a rest, but now it was time so socialize with some of the barons they had been informed of that were close to Lord Carmine. Leith scanned the crowd and found Baron Bryland, he was one of the many people that had greeted them when they entered the room. Might as well start on making a good impression. Leith eased his way through the crowd and soon found himself in front of Bryland. Bowing his head lightly to the man, Leith spoke up with a smile.\n\n\"Baron Bryland, I've been told that you're Lord Carmine's champion. If you don't mind me asking, what is your weapon of choice?\"", "username": "Konan375", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Yarosmere Mission\n\nYolin smiled at Summer. \"I deliver penance. I take sinners, traitors, and law breakers and I deliver the atonement they are too afraid to take upon themselves. Some of the rebels call it torture. In reality, it is purification.\" His eyes tracked E'nasha as she walked towards the shadows, waving the three guards back as they went to stop her. \"I must confess, I am surprised at all of your ages. I expected the College to send more..experienced people to this meeting. Tell me, why hasn't the College sent any of their master or expert mages?\"\n\nAramir answered, idly watching the others. She felt tense, like the moments before releasing her bow at prey. \"The College is very busy. We're the best they have.\" She turned to look at Yolin, inclining her head. \"We apologize if there is any offense.\" He waved a hand. \"None at all! I'm just pleased you're enjoying your meal. It is poor fare, but it is all Sasnar has right now.\"\n\nThe man Darius was talking to imperceptibly stiffened as Darius' voice whispered in his ear. He didn't reply, merely bringing his hands up in a prayer. \"In the name of the King, I offer my Life. Gaurot favor me.\" With that, he and half a dozen similar men yanked hidden swords free, charging forward with battle cries. In the same moment, hands appeared from the shadows behind E'nasha and she was yanked into the portal.\n\nChaos erupted as the crowd tried to flee, the guards tried to protect Yolin, and Yolin smiled at it all. \n\nThe guards went forward to meet the attackers. Strangely, despite the numbers being in their favor the attackers chose to meet the guards one on one, the other three moving quickly towards the College students. Why would they charge men in full armor? Aramir thought, pulse pounding as she tried to watch the men charging her and the fight between the guards and the attackers. In the next few seconds, she found out why. In a blur of dodging, parrying, and striking, the attackers killed the guards. Swords found gaps in armor, and blood sprayed over the sandy ground. \n\nThe three attackers approaching them stopped a good distance away, eyeing Yolin warily while talking to the students. \"Quickly! You must run! We won't be able to hold him and she can't hold the portal open much longer!\" The shadow portal was indeed standing open, waiting for the students to run into it. \n\nYolin stood up, smiling. \"I should have known some of you Sand Cobra filth would still be clinging to life.\" His eyes began to glow with a white light. \"I will personally deliver you to your final penance.\" A wall of earth slammed up between him and the rest of the group, separating Yolin from the students. A mad laughter could be heard behind it. \"Mar!\" Aramir hissed, pulling on the Naga's arm. Her eyes were wide, and she was shaking, but this would be a perfect chance to make contact with the resistance; And save Mar from being found out. \"Take Summer and Baulder with you through the portal. We need to find out as much as we can about this resistance and get you away from here. Summer isn't holding up well and I don't trust Baulder not to do anything stupid in the feast. Darius, El'kan, and I will meet you back at the College with our reports.\"\n\nThe next thing she knew the earthen wall behind her was shattered outward, Yolin stepping through the remains. His eyes shone brightly with a white light. \"The Sand Gods might flows through me! Flee, rats, or be slain by the divine light!\" He moved, almost to fast to perceive, and crashed into one of the Sand Cobras, slamming the man into the ground. Yolin tutted, staring down at his opponent. \"You really should keep old injuries covered better.\" He touched a scar on the man's body, and it burst open, blood splashing over Yolin, as if it had just been freshly given. The Sand Cobra screamed.\n\n\"Go!\" Aramir shouted, pushing Mar.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name)" } ]

[ { "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": "Annabeth Gulch\n\n\"Spider?\" That would explain the webbing Annabeth was feeling when she reached out to Colette. Likely also meant that she probally hit the thorax of the creature, assuming she hit at all. Point is that it was low to the ground, so trying to get a short on it wasn't going to be easy. Instead Annabeth sheathed her bow and drew her Estoc. Her telepathy allowed Annabeth to pick up on the fact that the creature had moved up onto a wall, and possibly the ceiling if there was one above her. \"Careful Colette, it's trying to get a jump on us. Stick close to me and strike when I tell you to...\" Standing close to Colette Annabeth expanded her telepathic field, including Colette and her demons among the minds she could sense. Without the ability to actually see in the dark this was the only way Annabeth could perceive these hostile creatures. She also remembered seeing a light before, so Annabeth lightly took Colette by the hand. Only hard enough to maintain a grip, but light enough that Colette would have no problems getting her hand free if she needed it.\n\n\"There was a strange light back the way I came. Follow me, and keep your senses sharp.\" Annabeth walked back, keeping her telepathy up to detect the monster in the dark and anything else that might come at her. If anything came, Annabeth would tell Colette where the creature came from so she could react too.\n\nDIPLOMACY MISSION\n\nBrannor smirked, clasping Leith by his non-demonic hand. \"A pleasure to meet you, Leith. It is good to know that someone from the college remembers what power can lie in a skilled sword.\" He gestured to one of his servants to fetch drinks, wishing to speak to Leith after a few rounds. \"Though I must ask. You don't smell mortal, yet you don't have the scent of a vampire either. Have you... Given yourself to demons?\" Brannor said bluntly. As if Leith's hand wasn't obvious enough, but Brannor's vampire scent did not detect any blood from Leith that he'd care to drink, nor the familiar smell of a fellow vampire. Though Leith certainly had the look.\n\nAs for Ssarak, he'd quickly note that the bird had died. The last thing that Ssarak would have seen from the bird was a larger, bird-like creature swooping from the darkness to snatch it out of the air and wring it's neck. It came suddenly and quickly, and the bird never saw it coming. As for the man, the last thing Ssarak would have seen of him was walking into the forest. Elsewhere, Ssarak may have felt another, stronger prod against his wards. If he remembered from his lessons, he would know that this stronger prod came from multiple sources. As Satori once explained, multiple Psychomancers could attempt to simultaneously penetrate another wards. Gather enough of them together and even a novice could break through a master ward, and more skilled practitioners could use less people. However like any sort of teamwork, it required training and skilled cooperation with others. Simply having everyone attack a single ward doesn't make their collective attempts stronger. Thus, Ssarak could easily conclude that there was a group of psychomancers trying to break into his ward. The only trouble was that even if Ssarak could trace back the source of the invaders, he would quickly realize that they were scattered about the gala.\n\nMost notably, Keri would be assaulted by feelings of hunger, as if she needed to feed. This was regardless if she had fed or not, or eaten her blood candies already. The feeling came gradually, first just a itch in her throat, and then it became a pit in her stomach. There was a force working in her mind that was trying to make her feel hungry, though the wards she had would allow her to fight this feeling, if only for a moment. Because while there were certainly Psychomancers at work, it wasn't as if Keri being blood-thirsty was unusual or impossible. It would even be worse if she really hasn't fed yet, because if she falls for the spell, she would seek fresh, mortal blood. Not the drinks and cocktails being served, but fresh from the veins of a living being. And the only people who weren't vampires were the college students.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" } ]

[ { "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": "Nox Alignment Ceremony\n\n,@Lucius Cypher, @May, & @Luna\n\n\nDarell eyed each student, from Athalus to Helen, carefully. There were signs of anxiety, tension and suspicion that laced their body language upon interacting with him. They ranged from subtle to obvious (in Athalus' case) as they explained their situation, his expression giving nothing away that he had noticed it. Inwardly, however, he had wondered how long they would last within the Nox if they kept this up. Pushing the thought away for the moment, he pondered on what had been said for clues over why his Nox connection had dwindled since his arrival. \n\nAfter finding little information to help him, he looked up to see Colette glare at him. He couldn't stop his reaction, his eyes rolled and shoulders shrugged, at her childish behavior toward him when he shared the facts about demons. She could trust her rotten little 'darlings' all she wanted, but that changed nothing about their vile nature. Give some sins an inch… they would easily consume her and her friends, proving not all sins should be forgiven. They stemmed from mortals after all and over time, they always showed their true colors. \n\nSomething finally registered with Darell that he had overlooked before. Before stepping to the front, his eyes tightened on the older Slaughter Port resident while a quiver edged into his tone, \"Wait, Athalus… do you mean to say, we're the only ones left alive? That can't be true.\" \n\nAs if on cue, a sound broke any chance for an awkward silence. A blood curling scream. It was followed by shouts of panic then silenced by a monstrous roar ahead of them causing Darell to jump abruptly in place. Impulsively, his foot took a step back and skin drained any color from his flesh. He stared down the dark, eerie corridor stretching before them. His head darted to Athalus for an answer to his lingering question and added another more urgent one. \n\n\"Was that more s-students? S-shouldn't we go help them?\" \n\nDiplomacy at Yarosmere\nMar, Sansar (Yarsomere): Underground Cave~Unknown Location\n\nMar ignored the mouth agap traitor Baulder in order to keep her temper in check. However, her eyes watched from her peripheral vision carefully because she didn't trust him to continue to behave. Words of the wrong variety set him off with Aramir and there was little telling what else might, harmless or not. Mentally, Mar blamed Uicle's lack in foresight over the student's missing control over his temper. Even Tyrael wasn't this bad from her recollection and at least directed his fury at objects rather than the source. \n\nWhen Baulder finally closed his mouth then addressed Sahra, the once Naga found herself bitterly agreeing with him. The others were first on their list and Uicle had made it expressly clear they observe, not get involved. Right now the Resistance seemed determined on getting their aid in this assault. She didn't like it. It would hurt their ability to convince, though slim, the College to side with murders instead of victims. \n\nPrimarily the only reason she had came was to see the fate of her people. When that was completed, she would leave with the others and not get involved with the Yarosmere fighting. In truth, she had seen enough to last her a long time. Distracted by her thoughts, Mar didn't note when Enasha rose up quicker than usual and started to stumble. When the girl bumped into the wobbly Naga, then gripped her shoulder causing her to lean forward rapidly. Immediately, Mar stepped backwards and leaned too far to account for the girl's weight in order to catch herself. \n\nSummer seemed to notice this. Within a few moments, she held out her arms and pushed Mar forward to stop her from falling. After a bit of back and forth, Enasha finally stabilized herself at last then turned to Sahra. \n\n \"Thank you,\" Mar quietly spoke to Summer. \n\nWhen Enasha's question was answered, she stepped forward and voiced the question she had on her mind since she arrived at the city, \"Do you have idea how many Naga have been wiped out so far? We watched one tortured into Malice and several on the wall, but the number is hard to determine how many were lost.\" \n\nShe held little hope for any information but was hopeful. Either way, a simple walk into the desert would provide all the answers she needed if none could be find here. Unlike many Yarsomerians, she knew at least where a few Naga clans would hide out and collect having been a Tyro before.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Mar, her full name is Marya and only used by her race." }, { "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": "(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\nMeirin had no idea what she just did. She guessed she killed the captain. A small pang of guilt struck inside of her, but it was unavoidable. She would, at least, give him some form of a burial once this battle was over. She'd have to ask what Ssarak's attack did to the man as he seemed to have taken the effects rather badly. Was it some sort of poison? Meirin soon forgot as she turned to face the next opponent. That's when she heard Lyn's scream. \n\nLooking over at the wagon she noticed that Alaira had gotten up and seemed to be making a charge at the Psychomancer. Yet Meirin could still see the demons who continued to pester her, but noticed Lyn running. Meirin had no idea what had happened but for the moment Meirin forgot all about her fight here. Meirin did not even pick up her monk's spade or told Ssarak what she was about to do. Meirin began to move her arms rapidly before ending with a hand sign, and suddenly she was floating. Another set of movements and Meirin pushed herself with a blast of wind as she chased after Lyn. She caught up to the little girl in just three seconds. Maybe it was a bit of an overreaction on Meirin's part, but she wasn't going to let Lyn run off to danger.\n\nMeirin swept up Lyn into her arms, holding her close. \"Shh... It's okay Lyn, I'm here. Meirin is here... No one will hurt you.\"\n\nMyrn Vaan'Atisha\n\nMyrn fought furiously against the vines, but ever step forward the vines would push her five steps back. Initially avoiding them was easy enough since they kept following her, but soon more vines started to lash out from her from behind, from the side, even above and below her. She pretty much slashed at everything around her, and ended up cleaving through some of the furniture in the process. She suffered from some nasty cuts as she fought but didn't let it slow her down. No, the more she bleed, the harder she fought, turning herself into a tornado of bladed fury. At some point she managed to muster the strength to push against the vines as she worked her way towards the exit, but just as she grew stronger so did the vines. They just kept coming at her no matter how many times she cut them down. It was a race between which gave up first: the vines or Myrn.\n\nAnd than suddenly the vines stopped. Just as Myrn was about to make one final effort to just run for the door the vines ceased their attacks and pulled back into the wall. \"Did I... Did I win?\" She said with a heavy breath. Looking around she noticed just how much stuff she destroyed and really hoped that no one was using this office. Those hopes were dashed when she saw an Eysire come into the room. With him was a demon who seemed to have been able to control the vines and Myrn knew she was in for some trouble. \"A-are you... Khan?\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "\"Alright Liam, let's head out.\" Once the camp had settled and everyone understood their tasks, Annabeth took Liam out into the woods to gather materials they would need to take down the roc. She knew of some fiberous plants in the woods they could use to create a thick rope, since they lacked enough from the wagons. They'd also need to gather some materials for Aramir and Auriel for the balista. And of course, Annabeth wanted to make sure that there wouldn't be any animals or monsters to ambush them while they took shelter in the forest.\n\nLiam looked around, then stretched his arms over his head and sighed in relief. \"So... Annabeth, I bet we gotta find stuff to turn into Ballista ammunition, right?\" Liam said, now looking at Annabeth.\n\n\"Have you hunted birds of this size before?\" He asked, kept looking at her for a few moments and diverted his gaze to hi surroundings once more. His ears perked up and moved in a few different directions before her focused back on Annabeth. \"I haven't. Though I heard that if you disable their wings, they're pretty much sitting targets. My father told me that a while ago.\"\n\n\"Sounds about right.\" Annabeth answered for both his questions. She had her axe out at the ready, in case they run across some hostile creature. \"The largest bird I have ever hunted was a turkey. Usually we just shot arrows into them, but something like the Roc... Well, first time for everything I suppose.\" Annabeth made a weak joke and continued to look for things to use. She gathered up some vines that didn't look or feel like poison ivy, and took note of some rocks she found on the ground. They looked like bits of flint, and if she could find a bigger rock of flint, they'd have something they could use for arrowheads. \n\n\"So... Any ideas on how to get that wagon? I mean, I don't expect us to be able to kill the roc with what we have. But if we can get that wagon back, than we can worry about the roc later, right?\"\n\nLiam chuckled at her joke, smiled and listened. \"Well, technically yes, Annabeth. But...\" Liam started, \"It's a huge risk, distracting the Roc with bait while we sneak into wherever it keeps the wagon and retrieving it.\" He shrugged.\n\n\"I once hunted one of these things. Of course I was magnificent back then. Two arms, two legs. A lovely torso, skin, muscle and ligiments. I was a full package! I also had pretty nice eyes if I may say so myself.\" He stopped as he saw something flutter nearby, swinging on the rope as his host walked around and bended over. \"You know, it was a lot easier when I had my own body. Significanly more dignified as well, I mean I could go where I wanted when I wanted. Now I'm a little more than a decoration for your clothes. I miss clothes as well. Clothes were good. Anyway what was I saying?\"\n\nAnnabeth was going to respond to Liam when the skull spoke. Out of shock she yanked the skull off her belt and tossed it towards a tree. She drew her blade and pointed at the ivory head and spoke sternly. \"Who are you and how are you speaking!?\"\n\nLiam jerked his head upright and tensed his body in reflex to Annabeth's movement. His fur bristled and his tail jerked, then he relaxed once he noticed what was thrown was merely the skull. \"Uh... It said it had hunted a roc, right?\"\n\n\"I resent that. I'm not a n it, I'm a he. Though I suppose I am just a head so not fully a he right now. However I expect you to remember your manners and respect my life decisions, also not to throw me against trees.\" His skull being upside down he tried using his jaw to right himself, only to end up on his side. \"I am talking the same way you talk, I move my mouth. Words come out, sometimes they make sense and sometimes they don't, for example I have been making sense so far. Saying that the ice caps are going to melt due to an increase in emissions and flood the entire planet is not very sensical.\" He turned his attention back to the evil one.\n\nThe thower and the one who wore him as a belt. Not a very nice lady. \"I am Arcadius, though I suppose I didn't have to answer that as it was on my coffin. Though it also said some rather nasty things but more importantly you did not ask very nicely.\"", "username": "Sep", "char_name": "Arcadius" } ]

[ { "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": "Keri Wolf Lyn's Hunt\n\nThe echoing howl rang in the air as if trying to struck fear into the student's hearts. Trees vibrated with the pained howl threatening to release the bloody scent in hopes to give farther nightmares to each person there. This sound brought a very disturbing threat with it. A promise to return blood from the one who caused it's pain. A promise of newly found violence to those whom were near. At least that was what Keri thought as she automatically flinched from the enhanced sound. Quite the down fall in her opinion though in many ways it helped.\n\nThe vampire slowly relaxed once more as the Cosh thumped to the ground. Though the sound was more muffled than before. Another problem was the bloody thing was gone. The girl's eyes darted around, trying to find something to track the mutt. A shift of grass caught her attention. A familiar outline of the paw came into view betraying the current location. This wasn't enough though. Keri knew if she wasn't careful she would most likely drain someone due to blood lust. A huge down fall for someone of her kind. A sudden dart forward as if it was attacking her but where was the question.\n\nA sudden attempted attack towards the Cosh allowed the vampire to dash right. She was still a bit faster then the damn thing even with the bruising. Granted every little twitch still send sharp pricks of pain. As if there were needles underneath the girl's skin. All she had to do was focus an not getting hit again. Easier said then done considering her luck thus far. Now all the vampire could really do was dodge and find it's weak point.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" }, { "text": "Colette, catacombs\n\nColette was the first to spot Khan coming towards them and she tensed slightly at the sight. Seeing Khan coming to them reminded her of what she did during the mission and it became to the foremost thought in her head now. She could feel her body began to shake slightly as she put away her dagger and knelt down to Baulder who was currently conscious, but immobile. She helped him onto her back since he was basically weightless to her and wanted to huff at the look\n\n\"Don't give me that look. I wasn't the one to drop you to the ground\" said said with as much bravery as she could in her shaky state. Once he was situated on her back she began her slow walk to the head master. She stood in front of him and waited for him to acknowledge her before speaking.\n\n\"Mr Khan...after I bring Baulder to the surface...can we have tea?\" Colette said in a shaky voice trying to control her shaking body so she didn't drop Baulder on the ground and hurt him more. Colette listened as Khan said something to her and slowly processed to hand Baulder over to him before making her way back to the college.\n\nColette exited from the catacombs and allowed herself to take a breath of fresh air which calmed her slightly, but it was enough until she talked about it with Khan. She knew she should be going to Lucillia with this, but after being catch in a comprising position in Keri's dorm room she has kept her distance from her mentor. She paused as she thought about the vampire and a light blush littered her pale white cheek. She hasn't seen much of Keri since they were caught over a month ago,and on more than one occasion missed her company dearly; especially when she was extremely lonely. She sighed and began the walk to Khan's office.\n\nShe reached the office and sighed mentally knowing that once she was done with this she could get past it and move on. She reached and slowly opened the door. She blinked in surprise when she spotted Annabeth and another girl she never really seen much.\n\n\"Oh Annabeth I didn't know you would be in here' Colette said.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" } ]

[ { "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": "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": "Shimmerstone, the famous capital of Eania. The striking change from the country's dirt roads to the capital's paved, stone roads and white buildings were incredibly obvious as Henri sat down on the carriage in a relaxed posture, looking outside with the corner of his eyes.\nHenri himself had never been on Shimmerstone before. Much less during the famous Summer Solstice Festival. His feelings about that were... complicated.\nWhile being in a big city, in a festival was something that he was already used to, and brought him memories of his days when he lived with the Larue, it appeared that they would be 'honor guests' that time, based on the fancy carriage and all the 'diplomatic immunity' talk... But unlike Henri, his companion, the innocent and adorable Lyn seemed to be ecstatic by all that. Looking at her smile as she looked outside was... refreshing, even with Henri's sour mood at that moment.\n\n \"So… ever been to Shimmerstone until now?\" He heard Lyn asking him.\n\n\"Heard stories and rumors, but never visited it before.\" Henri replied.\n\n\"Can't say I'm that excited about it though... I am a circus artist, a rogue, or as the nobles like to say, a thief and a troublemaker. I feel comfortable walking amongst the common folk, but with nobles... things are different. Let's say me and nobles are like oil and water.\" Henri said, with an annoyed expression, letting clear his discomfort with the mere idea of having to be amongst them.\n\n\"The part about obeying the laws will be a tad difficult, but I will try to not stab any arrogant noble... If they try to fight me though... then it will be another thing...\" Henri said with a smirk.\n\n\"But I'm grateful that I am your companion to this trip. Your cheerful and happy behavior helps to counter my bad mood.\" Henri said with a chuckle.", "username": "13org", "char_name": "Henri Larue" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\n\nHelena found it mildly amusing that she had spent her whole life in one place, with the occasional little trips outside the city, even though it was a port city. And now, she'd gone off to school and she had travelled more in the almost year she'd been there than she had her whole life. Though she couldn't say that she didn't like it. Especially when you get the chance to go to a once in a lifetime thing like this.\n\nLike normal, she'd spent a majority of the travel time just watching things go by, doodling in her little book when the fancy struck. This time at least, it was less dark than the ones she'd drawn on the way to the Nox event. Even now, months later, she still had trouble recalling what had happened while they were down there. She'd had strange dreams, things that she only recalled for a few moments in morning when she awoke. But she couldn't separate what was real and what it was that her mind made up as nightmare. And she was sure that she really wanted to know. \n\nAs they got closer and closer to the city, she couldn't help but just stare out the windows in a bit of awe. Port Slaughter was a pretty big town for what it was. But it was nothing compared to this. Not this (relatively) clean, glittering collection of buildings. And part of her couldn't wait to get in there and suss out the dark parts of it. Even if they were supposed to be there on slightly more important terms.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" } ]

[ { "text": "Ellys\n\nNo matter. You've done your part. Chessmaster replied dismissively. As it spoke, the dagger broke in Mar's chest. The sliver that broke free burrowed rapidly towards the Naga's heart. Once inside, Chessmaster turned Mar's magic against her. The Naga's body started tearing and shifting, as if some manic child was playing with her body. Mar's screams echoed through the Forest.\n\nAlthalus\n\nAfter several more times of smacking into trees, Althalus remembered the gauntlet Tyrael had given him. It was strapped on his arm, the assassin figuring it was better to be safe rather than sorry in case he needed it. Now he definitely needed it. Althalus clenched his fist (the gauntlet already being on the strength he needed) and focused, just like the overprotective bastard told him too. Only one Rune. Don't want to push it. Energy and strength filled him. Alright...my turn. In one quick movement he drew his crossbow, leaned up, shoved it under the chin of the Harpy carrying him, and fired a bolt through her skull. As her body went limp and they both went crashing to the ground he tucked his body into a ball and rolled quickly to his feet, throwing two knives at the remaining Four Harpies. His ankle flared with pain, torn to shreds by the Harpy's tail, but nothing felt broken. \n\nThe two harpies he threw at went down, one dead immediately with a knife in her eye, the other writhing around on the forest floor with a knife in her throat. Althalus whipped around to kill the other two when he heard the screaming. He froze. \"Mar!\" One second he was ready to kill the remaining Harpies, the next he was turned around and sprinting. Five runes on his gauntlet flared, and more power and energy flowed into him. He was moving faster than any mortal should, tearing through the forest.\n\nMackendrick and Co.\n\nThe armored knight halted when he saw Keri. Hatred boiled in his gaze as he regarded her for a moment, various parts of his armor seeming to glow for a moment, before he raised his crossbow and shouted. \"VAMPIRE! I will kill you.\" The bolt was sent flying towards Keri. His brother stopped, a distance behind him. \"Do you rea-\" Whatever he was going to say was turned into a shout as he was backhanded into a nearby tree, bursting into a cloud of buzzing insects upon impact. He had gotten in Althalus' way. \n\nThe Knight ignored his brother's distress, shouldering on his shield as he began to reload to fire again.\n\nSlade reappeared next to the masked Assassin. \"You can handle this?\" Mackendrick snorted quietly. \"I can kill a child.\" Slade giggled. \"Good! I have business in the College.\" With that, he sank into a shadow and was gone. \"Come on, boy.\" Mackendrick gestured towards the scarred man. \"We have to go kill an abomination.\"\n\nAlthalus cont.\n\nHe was within reach of Mar in seconds, after knocking that new stranger out of his way. He didn't care who it was, or why they were here. Mar was suffering, and Lyn was protected. He had to save her. He couldn't fail again. There was a well of power inside of him he hadn't had before, and he used it to its fullest ability. As soon as he crashed into Mar, arms wrapping around her writhing form, a shadow opened up beneath them and they were gone. The Nox was a blur as he quickly picked up Mar like he would have a small child and sprinted towards the medical room of the school. \n\nHe didn't have long. He had to get Mar to help and then go back to protect Lyn. Within moments, he had dropped Mar in the center of the med room. Perhaps it was unceremonious and harsh, given what she was going through, but Sam and others were there to help, and he could feel the power beginning to run out. Have to hurry. Have to go faster. He tore through the Nox again, looking for Lyn. It didn't take long to find her. Or, rather, find her opposite. He popped out of Samson's shadow, just as his energy disappeared. \"That...was too close.\" He gasped, looking up as the horse continued running past. \n\nThere was screaming here too. Althalus cursed before drawing in a deep breath. \"ANNABETH! TAKE LYN TO THE COLLEGE! RUN! RUN DAMN IT!\" He screamed as loud as he could, seeing a white mask and someone else begin to approach.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Althalus Marik" }, { "text": "Keri Wolf VS Ellys Colab Lyn's Hunt\n\nKeri's sword stayed at Ellys' throat grip, fingers tightening around the handle. Excitement started rising in her as she thought about it. An enemy's life in the palm of her own hand. A madman's grin formed fluently upon her lips. Wind bushed past her as something pushed Keri out of its way towards Mar. The same scent as before the meadow flooded her noise, a sigh of relief escaped her mouth that Althalus would save Mar. \n\nEllys' breath was shallow as she held her breath, her pulse quickening at the blade pressed into her throat. The flesh already lightly nicked by the sharp edge causing her eyes to narrow on the bitch in front of her. Her tail twitched, her body stiff, when she jerk back the moment Althalus moved passed her. Ellys' tail jerked forward at Keri's legs in a hope to trip and topple the Vampire. If hit, she would clip the knee causing the leg to crumble while the other man's arrows pierced near her heart or chest causing her more damage. Ellys would then start to slither away toward the meadow in order to finish her task and finally end this stain on her race's existence, returning to her tribe without the evidence to follow her. \n\nThe tail was a something Keri never thought the Naga would use. There was contact with her leg but there was no pain at the moment. She slashing across Ellys' chest while taking a step back with her left foot. Keri didn't even noticed the bolt until it hit her left shoulder, feeling the impact when it hit. She crouch forward and taking out the arrow, her sword aiming for the Naga's heart. She dashed towards in attempt to finish Ellys off.\n\nEllys noted the dust trail from the vampire's wound, scattered to the breeze through the scene. She hissed with a loud, warning sound as she lashed out her tail again. The end tried to leg sweep at the vampire's legs again, finding success there earlier, while she re-gripped her spear. Its tip was raised then made a sharp jab at the crazed vampire's chest and neck, hoping to spill whatever made this being 'live'. \n\nKeri never saw this outcome coming. She figured that she was strong enough but the results had proven her wrong. The hiss should have told her something was off. Then again Keri was the one to screw it all up in the first place. Mar's attacker was more composed. The tail sweep move had indeed worked the second time causing her to run into the jab the Naga threw.\n\nKeri heard the tip tear into her flesh. Black dust flew in front of her. She gasped in shock as her body toppled over. Her breathing shallowed as she stayed in place. Keri was alive but pain began to slowly seeped into her body. Her eyes become to a near pitch black then their usual red.\n\n\" Heh kind of figured this would happen. Promise to keep this in mind your ass is mine the next time we meet Naga.\" She said in more of a hiss than a growl.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" } ]

[ { "text": "Deven Zoria and Jenna Fellrein: Lyn's Hunt\n\nDeven Zoria\n\nIt happened fast, as Deven closed in on the beast, it dropped low and lunged for him. He only had a few second to react, he did as much as he could to brace for the coming impact. As the beast collided with him he grunted and was forced to take a step back to cope, a moment later and the beast's paws warped around his legs and he was fighting to stay standing. If he hadn't braced he would have certainly been taken clean off his feet by the force of the impact, a thought he tried to keep out of his mind as he struggled to remain standing. \n\nThe muscles in his legs strained against the beast's effort, he could only keep up this resistance for so long, eventually the beast would be able to topple him if he didn't act. It's head was ducked into his side which protected it's vitals and kept only really it's muscular back as a target for his blows and given it's proximity he didn't have enough space for a full swing to do any real damage. \n\nSo instead he shifted his grip on his sword and angled the tip of the blade towards the beast's back and prepared to drive the blade down into it.\n\nJenna Fellrein\n\nHe arrow narrowly missed it's mark, skimming along the beast's back instead. As she grabbed another arrow she watched as the beast lunged toward Deven, thankfully he had braced for the attack and was able to remain standing. Now that the beast was grappling with Deven he was once more blocking her vision of it. She couldn't help but wonder if the beast was doing this on purpose, it couldn't be that smart could it?\n\nPushing the thought out of her head Jenna quickly shifted positions she needed to get a better angle on this thing. She quickly moved between the trees always keeping the fighting in the edge of her vision as she maneuvered. Eventual she settled into a new position next to a tree towards the rear of the beast, this put her in closer proximity to the girl they came to help. She couldn't help but notice something seemed odd about her, something about her complexion struck her as different, and wait did she just hiss? Jenna tried her best to ignore it, she had much more important things to focus on, there was the beast that was currently trying to kill everyone. \n\nShe nocked her new arrow and drew back, this time she aimed for the beast's thigh muscles, with the hope of inhibiting it's movements, if she could slow it then it would become much easier to land a finishing blow.", "username": "Leon5431", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose \n\n---\n\nSsarak's blow landed full-force against the knight's shield. It protected his head and other vital areas from the impact, though the shield did not stop the force from throwing him back, or apparently, hurting his arm. The fight would not end immediately, as Ssarak had wanted, but it might at least go in their favor. Ssarak could see that the knight showed some signs of being weakened. The way he stood, the dents in his armor, it was all evidence that Meirin had been wearing him down, and now, he was outnumbered. Ssarak too was fatigued from the exertion of fighting the ridge hounds in the catacombs, but a mere glance at Meirin gave him all the motivation he needed to keep pressing on. \n\nAs the knight was standing to his feet, Ssarak landed a moderate distance away from him, placing the knight between himself and Meirin. With a few more mental commands, Ssarak's blade continued shifting its form. The blade lost its edge entirely and was circularizing into the form of a shaft, while the hilt was growing to form the head of a mace. \n\nThrough the knight's rant, Ssarak growled at him. These \"foul creations of Aarem\", to Ssarak's knowledge, could only reasonably refer to one thing: vampires. Unless he was terrible at identifying vampires, that did not explain why he was fighting Meirin, but it did at least explain his zeal. \"Vampires? You seek to slaughter the victims of Aarem? Whether righteous or misguided, your intent is of no matter. All I see of you is that you are attacking the innocent, and I will personally see that you receive justice for your crime. You hold no advantage over me, so leave now…\" Ssarak began, drawing his shield from his back and pointing his now fully-formed mace at the knight. \"You shall not have another chance.\"\n\nWhile he was attempting to hold the knight's attention, Ssarak was allowing Meirin to get into position. He was better equipped to fight the armored knight head-on, so when and if the fight resumed, he would charge straight in. Meirin, being much more agile than himself, would hopefully be able to capitalize on any opportunities he could create to either land the fatal blow herself, or disable the knight long enough to allow Ssarak to do the same. In either case, he and Meirin had trained together for fights such as these on many occasions, and now, they would have a chance to see if they could apply that training in a real fight.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\nMeirin was pleasantly surprised to see Ssarak here of all places. She had no idea why or how he's here, but seeing him filled her with courage. This was a disaster but with him here Meirin was certain they could scavenge what they can. For starters they needed to save the others and deal with their attackers. Ssarak managed to attack the knight first and knocked him into a tree so Meirin stopped, but was still floating in the middle of a wind wheel. As long as she maintained her stance she can stay in the wind wheel which she intended to make use of.\n\nShe was unimpressed at the knight's excuse either. \"Forced you to attack weaklings? Obviously you lack the strength and conviction to face a true warrior and mage. If you fear us so much then flee now! Because I can promise you this: You will harm no one.\" Meirin already gave the knight to flee earlier however, so unlike Ssarak she didn't actually wait to hear the knight's rebuke. While Ssarak attempted to parley with the knight Meirin positioned herself so that if the knight continued to try to go after Leith and Enasha, he would have to get pass her. Not only that but while she stood in his path, she started another weaving spell, the same one that allowed her to control orbs of water. And without actually needing to keep her feet on the floor she was able to do the weaving faster and more easily. With her wind wheel active as well she could easily intercept the knight if he tried to dash past her even if it means stopping her weaving.", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" } ]

[ { "text": "Uicle\n\nUicle briefly scanned the group in front of him, stopping in brief surprise at only the sight of Mar and Aramir. \"Most of you know the situation in Yarosmere. For those of you that don't, I'll give the briefest version I can.\" He didn't even bother trying to put it nicely. \"Yarosmere has undergone a violent and fanatical coup. The old social order, and nearly all of it's nobles, has been violently displaced. It's all under the rule of 'The Prophet of the Sand God'. The Prophet has disposed of the King, executed almost the entirety of the upper class, and rules Yarosmere with an iron grip. The people there are fanatical for him.\" \n\n\"In addition to his brutal rise to power, The Prophet has deemed that Naga are an impurity to be cleansed. He has commanded his armies to eradicate all the Naga in his domain, and has had great success. As far as we know, Mar's tribe is the only one to have escaped. Even then, they were severely depleted and on the verge of annihilation. He doesn't have as much control as it appears, however. Before the diplomat killed himself, screaming about how The Prophet knows all the secrets men try to hide, he revealed that there is a resistance movement in Yarosmere. They call themselves the Shadows of the Kingdom. They launch constant hit and run attacks. Killing soldiers, burning granaries, assassinating mages, so on so forth. They're generally doing their best to be a thorn in the side of the Prophet, and seem to be doing a well enough job. Despite all this, The Prophet is cordial to new diplomacy and relations. That's where you all come in.\" Uicle gestured to the students before him. \n\n\"Your job is to go into Yarosmere and find out exactly how bad it is there. You're to establish a basis of relations between the College and The Prophet. If you can do so without being executed as spies or traitors, establish contact with these Shadows as well.\" He steepled his fingers, looking from one student to the next, with a piercing gaze. \"Let me make one thing perfectly clear. You will see horrors in Yarosmere. Fanatics mutilating themselves. People being slain for not believing in the Sand God. Nagas tortured and made to go into their Malice mode for pure amusement. Your job is to report, not intervene. Do you understand? No matter what you see, no matter what happens right in front of you, if it is not in the aid or defense of the current government, do not get involved. You do not have diplomatic immunity. You are guests, walking on very thin ice with them, and we will not be able to protect you.\"\n\n\"If any of you have been to the human parts of Yarosmere before, discard all that you know of them. It has changed entirely. Somethings may still be familiar, but for the most part it is an entirely knew country. Act like you're new and unfamiliar with their customs, and you may be given lee way for any transgressions, real or imagined, that you make.\" Uicle scanned them one last time, wondering if sending a Naga and a Snow Elf into the hot desert nation that had nearly eradicated said Naga's tribe was a good idea. \n\n\"The cart will be ready to take you to Yarosmere in two hours. Grab what you need, and I suggest you pack clothing appropriate for extreme heat, extra water containers, and food. You're going to need it. Good luck.\" With that, and a wave of his hand, Uicle dismissed them.\n\n\"How did I ever let you convince me to do this...\" Aramir complained to Myrn, heading out the door. Gods above, but she was going to need help.", "username": "Rtron", "char_name": "Uicle" }, { "text": "Lyn, Lucilia's office.\n\nLyn joined the others. Her thin figure fell in after Meirin and Ssarak, her eyes scanned the room currently Lucilia's office. It looked like the common dwellings of any Herbamancer. There was several lush, exotic plants lining the very walls adding splashes of green color to the dark theme settings. The window was covered over by thin curtains and any shred of light was stalled from flooding in, keeping the surroundings slightly dimmer than the other teachers. It gave it an eerie appeal to her through it held a slight appeal. Lyn's eyes hadn't wandered very far when she felt Lucilia's eyes fix upon her figure. Immediately, the hybrid smiled a reassuring smile before she felt Keri fall in behind her and cause her eyes to look back to see who was there. \n\nWhen Lucilia's voice started to detail their mission, Lyn's hand quickly reached into her pocket and pulled forth a seed. The seed was sparked into life then blossomed into a bright, yellow flower which had four petals and three stamen in the center. The pieces wiggled with each vibration of Lucilia's voice while it 'recorded' the information. It was a special type of plant called a Mimic Flower. It could easily mimic voices and repeat up to half an hour's worth of a lecture, which gave her an edge when learning her magic compared to those that had a much easier learning streak. Paying close attention, Lyn listened to the lecture as she noted Lucilia indicating each location on the map. First Hysteria, then the Mountains within Djarkel, and finally near the city of Sorrow. \n\nLyn recalled reading it once before she gained her mage blood. Through she couldn't recall much about it and considered mentioning it to the others. However she couldn't recall where exactly she spotted it or what it detailed. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt a voucher pressed into her hand. Lyn looked down then stared, not fully sure what the thing was for. Most of her stuff had been given to her as it was and so she never handled a voucher before.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": "Lyn Marik" }, { "text": "Keri Wolf\n\nKeri walked out shut the door behind her after talking to Sam. Uicle's threat had proven to be real and now she had to go to both Satori and Sam for the nightmares, which was a pain in itself, because they would be busy at the same time her classes ended. Yet they allows made her talk about them while they worked. The vampire hid a small yawn as her train of thoughts slowing ran through her progress so far. She was able to do far more than the basics and her teacher seemed happy about that. Then again being just a soul inside a suit of armor made things like facial reaction hard to mimic. The girl sighed before starting to decide to go to debriefing or not. Yes, Lucilia had mentioned Lyn being there but was she really?\n\nThe young woman slowly forced herself inside the room as the woman's gaze fell on her. Most likely she was wondering why Keri was here or something else. The only reasons she was here was to help protect Lyn as well as try and help the college as much as she could. After all this place had slowly started to become a place she looked forward to come back to. The vampire walked towards Lyn. This was to show the the oldest vampire why the girl was here, not like she would say the other out loud, as the woman kept watching her. It felt rather unsettling. Maybe she saw the ring and disapproved of Colette's choice in love but didn't want to say anything out loud. Maybe the teacher didn't want the now stable Keri to go because she had heard about the nightmare, which was starting to decrease massively since talking to Satori and Sam.\n\nHer eyes kept on Lyn, hiding the worried look with her normal serious one, as the child looked back. The vampire pointed towards Lucilia, as if telling the kid to pay attention, much like Mar would do when giving a serious talk to Athalus. She paid attention as well while trying to recall if there was anything she knew about these places. Most likely it would be a good idea to grab some of the many small cravings she kept in the same area Colette made the blood candies, her main sword which was sharpened by Val and ready to be picked up, the shield, a bag of candies that Colette had placed off to the side for her for what seemed like every time missions were coming up, and a consider of water due to improvement to her Mageblood.\n\nWhen they were released the young woman gently ruffled the child's hair like normal.\" Stare at too long and it can disappear kiddo.\" she said in a joking manner. Keri took her hand away from Lyn before she could react to it.\" Hey. I need you to do something for me. I would like it if you would stay in my sights during the mission. It's not that I don't trust you it's because I don't trust these new vampires we are to be meeting. And if you don't want to all I can as is that you stay near one of the students.\" she said in a worried voice. The girl slowly traced the black band ring that had a garnet gem in the center that had black vines that went across the corners. There was also a black choker on her neck where the old wooden wolf used to lie. On it was white roses and lilies that wrapped around the choker.", "username": "Demonic Angel", "char_name": "Keri Wolf" } ]

[ { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nHelena smiled at the sound of bolts swishing past her and finding home in the thin flesh of the enemy. It was nice knowing that those with ranged weapons were good shots. Not that she'd doubted Althalus's abilities any. But she had the advantage of growing up with stories of him being told to her. He was almost the same age as her father after all. \n\nShe on the other hand, didn't have the range the other's had. She couldn't throw as accurately from as far away. So she had to get closer. Which was not something that she was particularly excited about. She did not relish the idea of getting in that close to basically the living dead.\n\n\"Well time to go die,\" she sighed, more to herself than anyone around her. She left the others, somewhat, striking out on a wider arc and coming at some of the outliers who seemed at least mostly weapon free. She stepped lightly, avoiding drawing attention to herself for the most part. Though once she was somewhat close enough, a head did turn in her direction. She slowed, taking a firm hold of her blade before tossing it at the shambling creature, missing the face that she'd aimed for and instead hit something below, towards the chest. Which seemed to do nothing but piss it off and have it fully change direction towards her.\n\n\"Well fuck me,\" she groaned, reaching for her other blade easily, taking her time this time. She did not want to become food.", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" }, { "text": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nAs the gala was beginning, Ssarak supposed that it would be in the best interest of himself and the other students to speak to the important barons attending the event. Here, they were not just students, but rather diplomats. They would be approaching the Djarkel nobility on equal terms, rather than as servants or messengers. It was not a position Ssarak had imagined himself being in before, but he could give off as much confidence as needed to represent the College as an organization of power and authority. \n\nBecoming acquainted with the leaders of the local factions was certainly important, but Ssarak specifically had other responsibilities among the group. Namely, he was their psychomancer, and events like these were a mental battleground. His first task was identifying his foes. With each greeting he received, he was attentive. Rather than prod the mind of every single person in the room, he decided to approach the problem more conservatively. Whenever one of the psychomancers would prod his ward, he would act quickly to follow it to its source, then try to identify them in the crowd. He also used the minds of others, such as Lyn, for the same purpose. She was allowing psychomancers to access a small sliver of her mind, so Ssarak waited. Then, when another psychomancer would find their way in, he would follow it to its source. Ssarak did not think that he could identify them all, but he was finding them one by one. \n\nThrough the course of examining his allies mind, Ssarak noticed how the vampire, Keri, was obviously uncomfortable. Moreso than the other students. He would not even need to break into her mind to make that assessment. She was not at home in a large, crowded gala, but unfortunately, she would have to act like she was. Ssarak stepped up alongside her, looking down upon her with an intentionally calm expression. \"We do not have to remain here long, so as long as we remain focused on our task. If you are nervous, stick together with one of us, and be ready with your wards.\" He said to her telepathically.", "username": "EliteCommander", "char_name": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose" }, { "text": "Colette Filiatraut,Nox Mission \nLocation-Craigville\n\nColette, standing, frowned at the sudden weather. She was gaining a bad feeling about this storm. Goosebumps forming on her exposed skin, she looked back at the town of Craigville, taking notice of the woman. Something didn't seem right about this woman. Tensing, she let her hand touch the handle of her rapier. Atticus was growling as zombies seemed to appear more.\n\n\"Atticus, Hyllos we have a fight on our hands\" Pulling out her blade, she held it front of her. The noise of her pulling out of her blade gained some of the attention of the thing and they began to go towards her. Cringing at the moaning and groaning noises, she began her run towards them.\n\nBeing taught that she should wait for her opponent to make the first move, this was a bit odd for her to make the first move, but since these things were technically alive like other ones would be, that little lesson shouldn't count, right? As she got close, one managed to grab her, but with her vampiric speed, se broke the arm off and sliced its head right off. \n\nSeeing some of the dark red blood spatter on her new clothes, she had to hold down a gag. Normally, yes blood would definitely make her want to drool, but blood belonging to something already dead and rotting smelt so damn bad. Hearing a yelp, she saw two pinning Atticus downand try to take a bite out of him, she rushed over and kicked them away and into a tree.\n\n\"Oops sorry tree forgive me\", she sliced the two open and jumped back before any more blood could get onto her precious clothes. Looking at her rapier, she wanted to gag eve more seeing the slimy substance drip off the once clean blade. Oh yes she would definitely need to get her rapier cleaned.", "username": "Luna", "char_name": "Colette Filiatraut" } ]

[ { "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": "Annabeth Gulch\n\nThe Nox was a dangerous place.\n\nAnnabeth was ready for ambushes, traps, heck even for the walls to fall or explode on them. But not for the ground to open up and swallow them whole. Really, what could Annabeth do when something like that happened? She tried her best to avoid it but to no avail; the best she could do was tuck and roll into the landing. But only so much could be done in a free fall, and soon something crashed into Annabeth as she fell. By the time she came to, she saw Helena staring right into her face, her features somewhat recognizable in the darkness. \"Helena!?\" The two got off of each other and started looking around, though not much good that'd do considering they're completely surrounded by darkness. Annabeth sent out another telepathic pulse to try to pick up any minds nearby, ideally familiars ones.\n\nAside from Helena, who was much closer to Annabeth then she realized now that she could get an idea of her distance, the only other mind Annabeth could pick up right now was Athalus, who was on his way over. Colette was no where to be found. \"Colette is missing...\" Worry and concern filled her voice. Annabeth didn't want to leave Colette alone; sure she was a big vampire girl, but to Annabeth, Colette was a bit too gentle to be on her own. Annabeth started pacing around a bit before Athalus approached and pointed towards and exit. Annabeth was about to ask about Colette when her voice appeared nearby as well. She seemed to be talking to someone, which worried the psychomancer. Athalus handed out weapons to Helena and Annabeth, and Annabeth took the crossbow. While she was more skilled with a bow, she knew how to use a crossbow and at least Athalus had more ammo did Annabeth did.\n\n\"Colette, I'm glad to see you're okay! But who's he? And Athalus, why are you glowing?\" Annabeth had been meaning to ask that, before the ground swallowed them up and everything.", "username": "Lucius Cypher", "char_name": "Annabeth Gulch" }, { "text": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nHelena smiled at Annabeth when she was sure she was alright, adjusting even back into place and double checking her own weapons as she got things situated again. Everything was there except for the one she'd lost in that bastard up above. It she assumed up above. She wasn't entirely sure where they were in relation to where they'd come from. They might have gone sideways she supposed. \n\nShe took the knives that Althalus offered begrudgingly. He needn't be such an ass about everything. Not everyone could have as man years of experience as him, yet he seemed to expect her to be just as good. \"How are you so certain that's the way out?\" She asked as she tucked the knives away into her belt and such, places that would he easy for her to get to. \"Because this looks like a maze to me and I haven't fucking clue how to get out.\"", "username": "May", "char_name": "Helena Axford" } ]

[ { "text": "Meirin Kurenai\n\n\"A petting zoo is where you can see different kinds of animals up close. It's kinda like a stable, but with different animals, like birds, or cows, or even bugs. You can even touch them and feed them!\" Meirin cheerfully explained to Lyn. She was hoping that Lyn would agree, but before she could speak Tyrael mentioned taking Lyn to some sort of wooden contraption. Meirin was not a superstitious person, but she didn't exactly trust the handiwork of technology. Too many moving parts, too many chances where things could go wrong. She understood that Tyrael just wanted to take Lyn on something new and exciting, but Meirin wanted Lyn to see something safer and more interesting.\n\nBut before Meirin could offer a counter, the demonomancy professor left with Lyn, heading straight towards the carousel. \"Oh, wait!\" Meirin stood up and followed, but not before taking out a coin and donating it. She bowed her head respectfully towards the actors before catching up with Tyrael and Lyn. She didn't like how he was practically forcing them along, even if Lyn agreed to see the carousel first. As they got closer, Meirin was questioning the carousel's stability. The wooden mounts look stable enough, but the way it creaked as it spun made Meirin uncertain. Not to mention that just almost out of eyesight was piles of broken parts of the carousel, suggesting that they must have broken off at some point. Gulping, Meirin catch up to the others.\n\n\"Is... Is this safe? It doesn't exactly look the most... Stable.\"", "username": "Ryonara", "char_name": "Meirin Kurenai or just Mei" }, { "text": "Ovak\n\n\"Ah, well I could be getting my train of thoughts crossed. Not many are able to tell the difference after all and few live to make that mistake again. Their magic is rather old and derived from a source best left alone in the end.\" Ovak stated simply, his words paused to bring his tea to his lips again. The steam wafting up and into his nostrils. A minty scent lingering in his memory for a few moments. \n\nHe thought for a moment, his fingers tightened as something passed through his mind. The archmage inhaled a moment then let out the breath in a bitter sigh. Avoiding it was impossible but he hated having his peace taken away by the collecting mob, his eyes shifted to the pair with a slight apologetic look. However, he refused to send them away. If they left on their own was another matter and fully understandable. \n\nSlowly, Ovak leaned into Leith's side then whispered. \"Brace yourself, we might become rather popular here shortly. If you want to run, I don't blame you. Just wish I could follow.\"\n\nThe words barely finished, the diplomats drew close like vultures waiting to pick a carcass clean when the lions were done.", "username": "Fallenreaper", "char_name": null } ]