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<|description|>Sharon Daerin'Lei Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial "Oh, no; no! Everything's fine!" Rithrynn quickly replied to Sharon's concerned expression; eluding to the fact that Liaena had left the house; and swiftly conjuring up the most reassuring smile that she could give him. Leaning a little over him to peer into the room, noticing that it was empty; Rithrynn's eyes fell back down to Sharon. "Mind if I come in?" Rithrynn asked, yet the Night Elf had already squeezed herself through the opening in the door and inside the room; pushing Sharon back inside as she entered before the High Elf could even have time to answer properly. Standing in the room, the Sentinel took a moment to gaze around in the dimly lit room. Given the Night Elves' natural affinity for darkness and superior night vision, the lack of lighting bothered her much less so than what it probably did the High Elf. Moving one leg behind the other, she used the back of her heel to close the door shut behind her. As they were finally alone, separated and removed from the noise in the rest of the house; Rithrynn's attention finally returned to Sharon. Walking over to the High Elf, Rithrynn grabbed him by his shoulders as she looked down at him with a look of almost unbridled glee as she smiled. "I just wanted to talk to you, Shaw... "</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei Sharon gazed back up at Rithrynn for a couple of moments, his eyes racing over happy features on her face. Although his old, natural instincts shouted out the obvious warning signs; the High Elf slowly nodded, before smiling back at Rithrynn. "Of course," Sharon confirmed, making an attempt to move; yet Rithrynn's solid grip prevented him from doing much. Staring back at the Night Elf, Sharon eventually motioned towards a set of sofas and table at the side of the room. "Why don't you find yourself a seat over there, and I will get some light up in this room? I really did not expect anyone at this hour." --- "If you hadn't been so damnable lucky with the appearance of that elf, you'd have been MINE!" Sounded Astrid's angry voice from the bag as it shuffled around, much to Donald's discomfort as he was on the bottom. Doin furrowed his brow at the bag, intrigued by the unusual sight. There was a lot he did not know about Liaena, yet he learned something new everything he met her. "Say'e, there shouldn't be annea problem with ye spendin' a night over. We got more rooms than we can fill, and we usually don't rent them out to just anybody; this being guild property and all." Doin finally said, giving Liaena a smile as he picked up his pipe. "After all, the boss owe me some favors. I'll get ye tha finest room we have available!" "Hopefully without any overgrown fairies breaking in through the windows this time." Frarn mentioned jokingly as he walked up next to his father. However, the two dwarves paused as their eyes drifted over to Kathlin, in Liaena's form; who was currently standing in the room. "Is that a friend of yours?" Doin peered over to Kathlin, before chuckling. "I'm pretty sure she is, son. After all, who in their right mind would ever trust their own image in the hands of someone they didn't trust absolutely? Hah!"</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei Sharon gazed back up at Rithrynn for a couple of moments, his eyes racing over happy features on her face. Although his old, natural instincts shouted out the obvious warning signs; the High Elf slowly nodded, before smiling back at Rithrynn. "Of course," Sharon confirmed, making an attempt to move; yet Rithrynn's solid grip prevented him from doing much. Staring back at the Night Elf, Sharon eventually motioned towards a set of sofas and table at the side of the room. "Why don't you find yourself a seat over there, and I will get some light up in this room? I really did not expect anyone at this hour." --- "If you hadn't been so damnable lucky with the appearance of that elf, you'd have been MINE!" Sounded Astrid's angry voice from the bag as it shuffled around, much to Donald's discomfort as he was on the bottom. Doin furrowed his brows at the bag, intrigued by the unusual sight. There was a lot he did not know about Liaena, yet he learned something new every time he met her. "Say'e, there shouldn't be annea problem with ye spendin' a night over. We got more rooms than we can fill, and we usually don't rent them out to just anybody; this being guild property and all." Doin finally said, giving Liaena a smile as he picked up his pipe. "After all, the boss owe me some favors. I'll get ye tha finest room we have available!" "Hopefully without any overgrown fairies breaking in through the windows this time." Frarn mentioned jokingly as he walked up next to his father. However, the two dwarves paused as their eyes drifted over to Kathlin, in Liaena's form; who was currently standing in the room. "Is that a friend of yours?" Doin peered over to Kathlin, before chuckling. "I'm pretty sure she is, son. After all, who in their right mind would ever trust their own image in the hands of someone they didn't trust absolutely? Hah!"</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial Rithrynn continued to peer back at Sharon for a couple of moments after he asked her. With a soft smile, she subtly nodded with her head as she removed her hands from him. "Okay... " The Sentinel spoke, before stepping over to the nearby sofa. It was a rare thing to have Liaena away and Sharon still in the house, seeing as the nosy human usually didn't let Sharon get far away from her notice. In one sense, the attack from the mysterious assassins was a good thing as it finally took Liaena's paranoia away from Rithrynn and over to them. As she walked over to the sofa, she brushed off some of the snow flakes that still remained on her cloak from the outside, before extending her butt and slumping it down into the cushioning embrace of the sofa. "Have you been up here by yourself for a long time?" Rithrynn asked as she had become comfortable in the couch, allowing her eyes to trail back to the High Elf in her room. "I hope the assassins are not forcing you into solitude... " Rithrynn said as she gave Sharon a sympathetic look through the room, while fiddling with her gloves in the meantime as she removed them and placed them, alongside her Sentinel bracers, onto the table before her.</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei "Oh, no. I wouldn't worry about that." Sharon answered confidently as the High Elf turned to the candles around in the room. Pulling his arm out from under his cloak, he held his hand up in the air for a moment. Conjoining his thumb and ring finger, Sharon uttered a silent a silent spell. Snapping his fingers, half a dozen small lights suddenly ignited around the study, partly illuminating the room and chasing away some of the shadows around the corner where Rithrynn was. "Greymoon and the others were here not long ago... " Sharon explained with a smirk as he ventured over to his office desk to retrieve the half empty bottle of wine and two glasses from his secret stash. " at least... before I fell asleep, that was... how long was I out??" Sharon paused for a moment as the High Elf simply stared up in the direction of the room as he tried to remember. Unable to, the High Elf shrugged and merely let out a light chuckle before he continued over to Rithrynn. "Doesn't matter... " Reaching the sofas and the table, he placed the wine alongside the two glasses down onto it, before looking at Rithrynn with a friendly smile. "Can I offer you something to drink?" He asked as he picked the bottle up again and attempted to remove the cork. Yet Greymoon, being the last one to seal it, had pushed the cork so far down into the bottle that it was almost impossible to get a proper grip around it. Still attempting to grab it, the High Elf tried and failed a couple of times to pull it out before giving up. Grimacing at the bottle, he turned back to Rithrynn and smiled again at her. "Also, I fear your sisters may not view me in the same light as you, Rithrynn. Light, they are... well, I mean you are rather tolerant. Relatively speaking." Sharon chuckled as he motioned at Rithrynn. "I even wonder what they'd think about you being in my office. Would they even consent to that?"</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial "They cannot complain about something they know anything nothing about." Rithrynn smirked back at Sharon, the Sentinel confident in the fact that her sisters knew nothing of the fact that she was currently with Sharon. Standing up, Rithrynn reached out to take the wine bottle from Sharon that he was struggling with. Creating a solid grip around the persistent cork, she forcefully removed it from the opening of the bottle with one swift, powerful motion. "And yes, I will not say no... " She leered at the High Elf as the Sentinel lowered the bottle to pour both of the glasses. Placing the bottle back at the table, Rithrynn picked up the glasses, one for her and one for Sharon, both filled almost to the brim with a plentiful abundance of wine in them. Handing one glass to Sharon and keeping the other for herself, Rithrynn stepped closer to the High Elf as she smiled broadly down at him at him. "It is just us here. Forget about my sisters. They are surely entertained enough by themselves and the abundance of food you have given them. Focus instead on the moment at hand, that which Elune has blessed us with... " Rithrynn winked slyly at Sharon as she took a sip of her glass of wine.</s>

<|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei Sharon peered up at Rithrynn with an observant gaze. The Night Elf had quite literally left any notion of subtlety or attempts at intrigue at the door, and made no observable effort to hide her blaring intentions from the High Elf. Or if she was trying to hide them, was doing a phenomenally bad job at it. But, given that this was no other ringer than Rithrynn herself, it was to be expected. At the very least, it was a massive improvement over her previous attempts to approach him, which had been far more... direct. Chuckling softly at the thought, he returned Rithrynn's luring smile with a smile of his own; before raising his glass. "To the moment then, Rithrynn." Sharon said, before taking a long sip from his own glass. Wondering how he was going to deal with the situation, he knew he could not accept Rithrynn's approach, because of Liaena. It was not the little girl's reaction to him should she learn that he had spent a night in secret with Rithrynn that worried him. Rather, he was more concerned about what kind of retaliation she would enact against Rithrynn. If Liaena should come to learn that her best friend was zeroing in on him, then by all reckoning, it did not seem implausible that Rithrynn would risk ending so far up Serphia's ass that it was questionable whether they'd even see her again before the end of the year. Moving his right arm around Rithrynn's waist, Sharon moved up to suddenly give the Night Elf a light kiss on her lips before smiling at her handsomely. "I like you Rithrynn, but I am afraid we can't go any further with this. Although I cherish your company, my true love lies with Liaena." Sharon explained in a cool manner, giving Rithrynn a sympathetic nod at the end of his last sentence.</s>

<|description|>Sharon Daerin'Lei Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei "Yeargh!" Sevarian growled as he slammed his staff around to block yet another of Serphia's blows! As the abyss black base of the saronite staff met with the Captain's sword, it created a magical shockwave of purple magic that pushed Serphia backwards! "My powers are beyond that of any backwards wood elf!" Sevarian spat as he used the small opening to start summoning a dark spell. "You will find that death is but one of my lesser gifts!" But as Sevarian attempted to cast his spell at Serphia, Sharon had conjured an arcane blast of his own that intercepted the dark mage's shadowbolt mid-air, causing the two spells to explode in a mix of dark and purple flames that gushed out to the side instead! An arrow came flying through the air from one of the sentinels in the back, but it glanced off Sevarian's silver white armor. From the sideline, one of the few remaining troll ghouls came scrambling towards Sharon and Serphia, its claws raised and jagged maw ready to bite! But just as the ghoul was about to come within range of them, Sevarian cast a spell of his own. All of a sudden, the ghoul erupted in an explosion of gore, harmful shadow magic and fragments of bones that flew around like bullets in the ritual chamber! Sharon succeeded in quickly conjuring up a temporary barrier that was annihilated by the corpse explosion, but succeeded in shielding Serphia from the worst of the damage. The explosion had left a blinding cloud that was dark as night around them. A frantic battle cry could be heard from somewhere through the cloud, as a green bolt suddenly flew towards them, coming straight out of the cloud! Sharon had tried to raise his hands to deflect it, but was too late. Fortunately however, Serphia seemed to already have noticed it, the large Night Elf, surprisingly agile for her size, dodging out of the way just in time! But while she may have dodged the necrotic bolt, Sharon soon noticed a figure appearing in the shadow before them... *Fwhoom!* A gust of burning fire flowed out from Sharon's staff, hitting Sevarian straight in the face as the dark mage came out of the blinding mist. The mage reeled back in pain, letting out a cry! All the while, Sevarian's failed sneak attack had become apparent to Serphia, as the Captain swung around to bury one of her swords right into the side of the dark mage! A shock expression now haunted Sevarian's face, now partly scorched, the rest covered in blood and grime. As Serphia retracted her blade, he stepped back, dropping his staff before falling over; his armor clattering as he fell to the floor, red blood gushing out of the side of his mouth. "You... i-insignificant vermin!" Sevarian uttered through his shaken voice, struggling to speak as his lungs filled with blood as he looked up at Serphia and Sharon with eyes full of hate. "You... hnngh! you are already dead! Through your very own flesh and blood, I will have my revenge!" Sharon merely looked down at Sevarian from where he stood on Serphia's shoulder. There seemed to be no resentment in the ocean blue eyes of the High Elf. Instead, it could almost be taken as an expression of pity. "I hope you find peace." Sharon simply replied, seeming unphased by Sevarian's hateful last breath. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Outside the ritual chamber, Liaena's group were met by a surprised Smokey as they barged out of the door. "We're leavin' already?" Smokey asked, the dwarf having stayed behind during the fight. Although he received no initial answers at first, the dwarf looked at them and soon guessed what it would be. "That's great! I've had enough of this blasted place! Let's get outta here!" The Dwarf said as he turned to begin running down across the corridor. But as the dwarf had run a couple of yards down the corridor, a loud bang as from a musket could be heard behind Liaena and the rest of the group, a snapping past them to hit Smokey right in the back. The dwarf fell forward, losing his blunderbuss as he crashed onto the ground as his heavy backpack fell on top of him. "I'm fine, I'm fine!" The dwarf was quick to repeat as he scrambled to get back onto his feet, turning around to look back at Liaena and the party who were further back in the corridor. The dwarf seemed completely fine, his backpack having absorbed the bullet. "Get a move o,-" His backpack that was filled with dynamite. *BOOOOOM* Without a warning, Smokey's backpack exploded with an eye shattering boom! The blast stormed through the narrow corridors like a crushing wall, knocking Liaena, Alissah and the rest of the party completely off their feet. The ritual chamber was shaken, with rocks falling from the ceiling and a cloud of dust and rocks gushing in through the entrance! The entire passageway that Smokey had once stood in had completely caved in. As for the dwarf himself, there was no sign of him. If there had been anything left of him after the initial explosion, it was presumably buried beneath multiple tonnes of solid rock that now blocked the passage. A thick carpet of dust and smoke now filled the corridor, making it difficult to breath for anyone in it. With the collapse of one of the tunnels, only two opposing hallways now remained, one running off to the north, and the other one; south. "An adequate shot. It suffices." Sounded a familiar voice emanating from the southern hallway. Emerging through the thick cloud of dust was a group of humanoid figures. At the front stood Sherpa, the High Elf staring towards Liaena and her group that lay on the floor outside the ritual chamber. Behind him stood his White Hand mercenaries, alongside Rae'liel in bonds and magical chains. The High Elf nodded to a White Hand musketeer who was currently in the process of reloading his weapon, apparently in approval of his previous shot against the dwarf. "How convenient for my brother to decide to come all the way over to my own house." Sherpa remarked with a satisfied smirk. In the other corridor on the opposite of the one Sherpa and his crew had come from, a lone set of footsteps could be heard from a pair of heavy steel sabatons. Emerging out from the cloud of dust was the Blood Death Knight from earlier, his chestplate still carrying the heavy dent from Doin's axe, and the armor around his shoulder still cleaved in half from Rae'liel's own strike, yet his decomposing body was stitched together. The Death Knight clutched his Runeblade tight in his glove as he stared silently towards Liaena's group as well.</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial As Sevarian finally fell, so too did the fighting in the room subside. Whatever cultists had occupied it now lay dead side by side with their ghoul minions. Serphia, standing over the dying dark mage, threw her right hand blade up in the air to catch it once again in an underhand grip; aiming the tip of her blade down towards Sevarian. "Defiance without substance - you have lost everything." She commented dryly, glaring down at him with a cold and unforgiving gaze cast by her shimmering silver eyes. But before she could perform any execution move against the dying mage, the entire room suddenly shook from a violent tremor outside. A loud bang almost knocked Serphia off her feet as dust filled parts of the room, coming from outside. "What was that?!" Serphia yelled out through the dust that had now filled the room. "An explosion, mistress!" Rithrynn called back as the sentinel was standing closer to the doorway, "No shit!" "Wait, where is Li?" Rithrynn suddenly asked, as the Sentinel had noticed the peculiar lack of midgets in the room. She looked around to her sisters, most of whom shook their heads. "They ran out!" Vashi noted, motioning towards the door. "But that's where the explosion came from!" Rithrynn exclaimed, before the Sentinel immediately turned and rushed towards the exit. It would not surprise her if the explosion was the cause of Liaena, the short black haired ex-priestess having a notorious record for blowing shit up without necessarily having any good reason to do so other than to satiate some wicked mental need to wreathe the world in cool and devastating explosions. As she peered out of the ritual chamber, Rithrynn squinted with her eyes as she tried to see past the thick cloud of dust that now covered the entire corridor, and one of the passages now having been completely blocked off by a cave in. "There you are, Li, I.. oh.. " Rithrynn said as she noticed Liaena and the rest lying on the ground by the wall, but as she looked up; she also noticed the new arrivals, Sherpa, Rae'liel and a cohort of White Knight mercenaries. "Crap... " "Mistress! Mistress!" Rithrynn yelled as she retreated back into the ritual chamber, hugging the edge of the doorway leading out as she looked back at Serphia who was standing in the middle of the room. "The White Hand reinforcements are here! One... no, TWO Death Knights are with them!" Rithrynn exclaimed! " ... ohh, and they got that Blood Elf you beat up earlier as well." "What?!" Serphia called back, her surprise being directed not so much at the White Hand reinforcements as it was at the mention of Rae'liel being with them. "What is that useless, green eyed magical crack whore doing here?!" " ... I don't know! Why don't you ask her - preferably AFTER we have dealt with the White Hand?!" Serphia gritted her teeth, before she turned to look down at Sevarian who was still coughing blood at her feet. "You are coming with me, ape!" Sheathing one of her swords, Serphia bent forward to pull Sevarian to his feet, spinning him around as she held him close to her body and placed the sharp edge of her blade against the unprotected skin of his throat as she walked him towards the exit to the room. "Prepare the wounded and be ready to leave on my command." Serphia said to one of her soldiers who were tending to those sentinels that had been wounded in the fighting. Outside in the corridor, Serphia, carrying the bleeding Sevarian, emerged from the doorway. Rithrynn followed closely behind her mistress, bow and arrow in hand and at the ready. "Stand aside, humans! Or your commander will become one head shorter!" Serphia called out with a threatening voice as she faced Sevarian towards Sherpa and his White Hand mercenaries. Serphia's eyes narrowed as she spotted Rae'liel in the back, tied and bound. What was the Blood Elf doing with them?!</s>

<|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei As the Night Elven Captain stepped out of the ritual chamber with the limp body of Sevarian in her arms, Sherpa's eyes opened as he noticed the condition of his darkmaster. "Or your commander will become one head shorter!" "Captain." "Do not think me a liar!" " ... Captain." "ONE MOVE AND HE'S DEAD!" "Serphia!" "What?" Serphia finally seemed to react to the lesser voice coming from the High Elf standing on her shoulder, the Captain turning to glare down at Sharon with her silver eyes. "I believe he's already dead." Sharon commented quietly as he motioned towards the pale faced; more pale than usual; dark mage in her grip. Sevarian's head was hanging limply to the other side, whatever remnants of blood dripping out of the side of his mouth as his eyes were closed shut. The man seemed to have finally succumbed to this grave wound. "I do not know what your plan is, but I don't think you are going to get very much out of a dead hostage." Sharon quietly said to Serphia as he inched slightly closer to her cheek, the High Elf throwing a highly worried look towards the White Hand mercenaries and Sherpa who now stood before them. He also noticed Rae'liel among them, and gently motioned towards her with an arm. "Whatever happens, Serphia, I much need the Blood Elf alive if you wouldn't mind." "Assuming WE survive in the first place."</s>

<|description|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial Race: Night Elf Age: 96 Profession: Sentinel/Huntress Description: Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face. Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs. She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time. Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down. During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin. During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses. Biography: Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth. As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her. They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things! She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied. Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help! But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up. Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land.</s> <|message|>Meirie Leran "However you wish, miss Vashi..." Mei had given up on trying to argue already and was simply following the night elf mage. The very idea of an arcane wielding night elf seemed absurd at first. Mei herself had spend some time at the lands of the night elves years ago when the relationships between their two nations were forming so she got a chance to study their libraries and ancient texts... at least withing the allowed range without trying to read secret documents and the like. What she did learn was that night elves abandoned anything arcane related thousands of years ago... why this night elf used magic like this was quite the mystery for the draenei warrior. "Will not be surprised... " Meirie added at the statement of possible secret laboratories down in the basement somewhere. It was the perfect place for it really, underground so the noise from it would be deafened, no flashes of light to alert the surroundings and very well protected in case... something blows up. "Don't worry miss Vashi... from now on I will protect you and your things. If someone wants to take something or touch something, I will give them a stern scolding." She said with a smile, wondering exactly how big was the basement of this mansion. She knew that they were big for she had entered one of the other estates before for work. Had to clean a basement from some hostile beasts... how they ended there she did not ask for the pay was good back then. "Miss... I've been meaning to ask, but how did you end in a night elven warband?" The warrior asked eventually." I mean a woman with your abilities would surely have other prospects?"</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei "Wow. You might need to restock these, Sharon" A low but still very noticeable mental groan could almost be felt emanating from the smaller High Elf on Liaena's shoulder as she entered into the (now posthumously) room o jam. Sharon said nothing, but merely gazed at the rows upon rows of empty or missing bottles of jam, half of which lay scattered across the floor in an unceremonious fashion. Indeed, the Night Elves had apparently not afforded even the jam any more mercy than they had the wine storage by the looks of it! The mage could only dread the number at the end of the bill once everything had been refilled. Perhaps it might even be better just to let Friedrick burn said bill before he could even see it. "It's the antidote. Take it. I don't want to mislay you down here" "I think there are worse places you could mislay me. And you don't have to leave the house to find them." Sharon said half-jokingly, half concerned as he threw a quick glance around before he accepted the potion. Moments later, he would stand back at his full, very-much-so normal and not-pocket-sized stature. Taking a moment to tidy up his deep azure blue robe and adjust the mithril chestplate under it so that it sat properly, the blond haired High Elf would step over to where Liaena was working not far from the unconscious body of the large Death Knight. As he came close enough, he would extend his staff wielding arm and a bit of his cloak as well as he wrapped it around Liaena as she was working, before speaking as he looked towards her. "I think you did really well today, Liaena. My brother has made this life anything but easy... no matter how much you may make it seem the exact opposite sometimes. I really appreciate having you by my side, Liaena." He smiled, simply taking a moment where he simply looked at her. That attention however would be broken by a low groan emanating from the now half-sleeping Draenei as she shuffled somewhat around on the floor, slowly recovering from her sleep. Casting a look between Liaena and Malizia, Sharon would reach into his arcane pouch hanging at his side with his other hand to produce a pair of handcuffs made out of Thorium, with some mystical magical runes written into them. "I got some anti-mage cuffs that could prevent her from casting any spells... " Sharon explained as he held them up in front of Liaena with a slight grin, before suffering the inevitably stare that any man outside of law enforcement would receive when casually revealing himself to be carrying handcuffs. "You never know when they might come in handy... totally not a souvenir from my academy time in Dalaran, no... " ... "Anyhow!" Brushing past the awkward silence, he'd look back at Liaena. "They would block her spells, but I don't think you'd be able to shrink them. So we are going to have to make a choice, whether we want to contend with a shackled 8ft tall martial monstrosity of death - literally -, or a shrunk adept student of some of the darkest magic known to mortals and deities alike." Nodding, he'd gaze slightly away. "Just like... whichever option you'd feel the most comfortable with."</s>

<|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial "Ohhh, that's a long story... " Vashi replied, gently bobbing with her head as she walked, staff in hand. "Or, now that I think of it, it's not actually a very long story. It's actually rather straight forward, mind you." She suddenly contemplated, scratching her chin with a thinking look on her face as she gazed out into the empty air above them. "It's actually more like that the military tribunal finally realized, after almost ten thousand years, that maaaaaaayybeee magic could actually be a good thing when it came to guarding the balance of the world, which is the divinely appointed charge of the Keldorei given to them by the Moon Goddess Elune herself. Now, we do have Druids, some of whom are REALLLYYY powerful(and old, that's a thing about us that you'll learn), but they just don't quite pack the 'oompfh!' as does an order of trained battle mages. So, because the tribunal realized that we couldn't just sit on the defensive all the time if we wanted to restore order to the world, they managed; although they had a hard time getting their bigot heads out of their uptight butts; to accept the use of arcane magic in a limited form." During her little speech, Vashi had gotten a little riled up and spoke with great enthusiasm, but also a little bit of sarcasm. Finally finished, she let out a small sigh, before looking over at Mei with somewhat of a bemused smile. "So that's that, it really makes you think that it wasn't until the very balance of the world was threatened that they finally allowed us to practice magic, and we're still on probation in all but name!" Vashi couldn't help but frown a little bit at the end of her sentence, rolling her eyes to the side for a moment before looking back at Mei. "Like I said, it's an elf thing that not many outsiders really understand. To put it into perspective, imagine that you accidentally set fire to the kitchen one day. Except that your parents were also near immortal and with an immaculate memory for grudges and bad things in general! And so thereafter, even on your 8346th birthday, they'll still remind you about that little incident, and not let you near the oven! That's pretty much how magic works in our culture."</s>

<|description|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial Race: Night Elf Age: 96 Profession: Sentinel/Huntress Description: Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face. Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs. She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time. Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down. During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin. During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses. Biography: Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth. As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her. They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things! She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied. Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help! But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up. Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land.</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial "AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" "OWWWWH!!" *Crash* *BOOM* "Let me introduce you to my little friend, GRAVITY, BITCH!" "AIII-" *DROOOHHHMM!!* Serphia's support team/goon squad had long since given up any attempt at interfering with the fight of the two, giant behemoth currently fighting over the piece of dirt that had once been Sharon's garden! Instead, they had taken up a (relatively) safe distance in the surrounding streets and simply gazed up at the ash cloud covered silhouettes of Serphia and Malizia as the two furious women duked it out in a no-holds-barred beatdown of each other! In one scene, Malizia charged forward, launching her own head right into Serphia's chest and knocking the gigantic Sentinel Captain into the mansion, promptly making her serve as an oversized wrecking ball that immediately demolished the roof of the east wing! "Giving up yet, you little troll?" "You are going to DIE for that!!" Serphia retaliated by swiping the feet(hoofs) out from under Malizia, the giant red draenei-demon-thingy falling to the ground with a deep rumble! Malizia answered by jumping onto Serphia, only for Serphia to pull one leg back, place her feet up under Malizia's chest, and push back, causing Malizia to go flying up into the air with a scream! Back at the mansion ground, Sentinels in various states of clothes or stripping could be seen running out of the front door of the mansion, gathering in a small crowd outside in response to the growing fire. There was an awkward pause among the dozens of drunk and half-sober sentinels that had gathered outside of the mansion as they simply stared dumbfounded at the fire spreading in the second floor, before one of them suddenly stepped forward and raised her stolen mug. "BEST PARTY EVER!!" In response to the sentinel, the rest of her sisters raised their fists and cried out as well, jumping up and down with their drinks as they cheered on the burning mansion! In the background, angry nightsabers could be seen jumping out of windows of the mansion to escape the fire, before running amok in the streets! "WHOOOO-HOOOO!!" "YEAAH!!" ... "So... where do we go now?"</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei "So are we leaving? I like this plan if you do, Mister Dal'dieb" The High Elf's gaze passed from the curious, strangely optimistic looking Kathlin over to Liaena, then back again. "If I said no, I doubt I'd get to the o in that word before Liaena had already dragged me off to Westfall. I'm still not sure if giving her that haste buff was a good idea!" Sharon privately thought, also unsure whether he should also mention the potential of the spell having taking 1 or 2 years off her life expectancy. "Come to think of it, I have always wanted a new place closer to the beach... " Sharon muttered, moving one hand up to his chin in a thoughtful expression, before he turned to Liaena and Kathlin, and nodded; all the while instinctively bracing himself in case Liaena should decide to run somewhere with him along! "Not to speak ill of your skills or anything, but I do believe the barrier I set up is more than a match for a yet so simple apprentice." Sharon said as he glanced over at Kathlin. Though Kathlin had never shown anything but t e best intentions and did seem to have an elevated magical potential despite her simple class, Sharon doubted that her skills were enough to contest with that of a long lived High Elf and esteemed student and teacher at the Dalaran academy of magical sorcery! "Aran kehn, rahs fuhs." Sharon suddenly muttered, before thumping the butt of his silver staff into the ground two times. For a moment, a creeping silence ran across the entire mansion like a wave, as the invisible enchantment was dispelled by the utterance of the keyphrase. The only noise was the not-so-subtle noise of the fleeing elves and nightsabers who apparently already had decided it was time to ditch his soon-to-be ex-mansion! "One of the first things we were taught at the Institute of Enchantment back at Dalaran was to attach a keyphrase, or password if you will, to our *simpler* wards, so that we could more easily unravel them at a moment's notice than have to go through a lengthy ritual of disenchantment." Sharon explained with a smile as he looked over at Kathlin, apparently enjoying any chance he got to show off his superior magical knowledge! "Now, I will begin the ritual of teleporta,- thank you, Friedrick." Sharon interrupted himself to thank Friedrick as the butler seemingly appeared out of nowhere and handed him a Rune of Teleportation, before the High Elf returned to focusing on his ritual. "This is going to take a few seconds, a minute max... any special destination in mind?" He asked, turning to look over at Liaena with a smile, all the while motioning for them to come closer. However, his confident smile would suddenly fade for a moment, as if the High Elf had just remembered about something. Turning towards Liaena, he quirked an eyebrow at her. "Liaena... aren't we forgetting about someone?"</s>

<|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial "Uhmm... " Vashi was slightly taken aback by the Draenei's strangely casual tone, especially when one considered what was going on all around them! "I had always wanted to try that strange thing the humies refer to as Fish and Chips. I hear it's quite popular around here for some reason!" Vashi simply answered, occasionally listening out through the mansion and outside. She did not know whether Mei realised it or not, but as she was a Night Elf, she enjoyed a far better hearing than the Draenei could ever possess. As an immediate result, Vashi got to hear practically... everything... that was going on outside between the two giantesses. "Goddess, why did she even have to go and say that?!!" Vashi thought with a worried mind as she heard Malizia utter the forbidden words around Serphia. It was enough to convince Vashi that if Serphia had ever had any plans of killing the Draenei quickly, those plans had just faded! But also, there was a strange odour in the air... Furrowing her brows and nose, Vashi suddenly cast an inquisitive look at Mei, and then over at the rest of their surroundings. "Do you... smell that too?" She asked with an uncertain tone as she landed one silvery eye on Mei, sniffing in the rather ominous coarse, acidic smell that had suddenly entered the air!</s>

<|description|>Meirie Leran Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei "My sin was trying to save my race from oblivion!" Malizia reacted as Mei came in for a kick by stepping backwards, sweeping out in a strike against the incoming kick and hitting her leg armor. The armor prevailed, but Mei could feel a tingling cold sensation coming from her legs as blue and ghostly misty tendrils crept from Malizia's runeblade and onto her leg armor for the brief moment they touched. Readjusting her sword, Malizia instead swiped it in an upwards sweep against Mei's face. The Draenei succeeded in avoiding the incoming Runeblade, but did not have time to dodge the second as Malizia glided her other Runeblade across her left flank as she passed her by, leaving a shallow gash on Mei's left! The physical pain of the strike would perhaps be the least of Mei's worry. In the brief moment that Malizia's blade had touched, it had felt as though an overwhelming wave of chill had jolted through her body, dropping her internal body temperature by a couple of degrees. Though the wound was only superficial for the most part, it was as though a dark presence had entered her, sapping some of her will and courage. The wound at her side was not bleeding - in fact, it was frozen shut. "I was cast out because I would not let myself become blinded by the Light!" Malizia spoke as she turned to look back at Mei, pointing her left Runeblade at her. "I saw through its petty lies and promises for the blissful ignorance that it truly was! I was one of the few that realized that victory would take more than vain hope and foolish ideals that were utterly unfit for the realities of war!" Malizia's eyes narrowed sharply on Mei, the Draenei ignoring the blood that seeped down across her left eye. "Our misguided ideas of right and just were just as dangerous to us as the Orcs themselves - if not more so!" --------------------------------- Silje-Serphia had not hesitated to take the antitode, and it did not take long before a new, 5ft and 6 girl stood next to them in the corridor, blond hair and blue eyes. Serphia's oversized armor had long since fallen off her, and she cloaked herself instead in the Captain's still-very-much-so oversized cloak! "Sharon, you mean the yellow haired High Elf?" Silje inquired as she looked towards Liaena and Kathlin, her eyes remaining on the latter. "I think I saw him chase after the 'Mindbreaker' after he escaped your bag and out into the corridor before we exited." Silje explained, removing one hand from the cloak to point down along the hallway to the left, which lead towards the stairs to the atrium where the sound of the great Night Elven brawl could still be heard! "I never realized anyone so tiny could run that fast... "</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial The standoff between the two Draenei had become the center of attention in the room. While they were talking, Rithrynn would be slowly inching her way around the room in a half circle around the two fighters, until she stood right next to her Captain. Vashi would repeat the same thing, approaching Serphia from the opposite direction and keeping her distance to the two Draenei. As she stood next to her towering Captain, Rithrynn would slowly lean in; eyes still on Mei and Malizia, and whisper up to Serphia. "Uhhmm... should we intervene, mistress?" She asked, throwing a slightly quizzical look between Serphia and the two Draenei. The fight seemed to have been really one sided to far. An unarmed, perhaps drunk Draenei fighting a fully armed and armored Draenei who wielded not just one, but two Runeblades! "We probably should... " Serphia had raised a hand up to her chin, rubbing it for a moment as she gazed thoughtfully at the two combatants. Suddenly motioning for Vashi to give her her sword, she held the blade up in front of Vashi. Vashi, looking slightly confused for a moment, would raise her staff towards the blade, casting a quiet enchantment which suddenly caused the runes inscribed into the Night Elven magi's blade to suddenly glow with a deep, orange hue as the blade suddenly began to burn! "Draenei, catch!" The Night Elven Captain's voice would suddenly call out through the room when she suddenly threw Vashi's now flaming elven shortsword towards Mei like a flaming missile, despite the fact that half of Malizia was already in the way! As she did, Serphia would raise her own sword and called out to Rithrynn and Vashi standing around her. "KILL THE SQUID GOAT!" "Which one?!" "THE EVIL ONE!" " ?? ... OKAY!" In an instant, Rithrynn and Serphia suddenly charged towards Malizia from behind, the two big and bigger Sentinels rapidly closing the gap between them; and Vashi cast a spell that levitated Malizia's feet some inches above the ground, making the Death Knight lose her footing! * Back in the atrium, pandemonium had ensued! (even worse than before!!) Aleena and Lithrielle had teamed up in the middle of the brawl, and had just double slammed one of the chevalier-elves into the ground when Aleena turned to look at Lithrielle. "Where's the rest of those traitors?! I'm itching for a fight!" Aleena exclaimed as she looked around, offhandedly elbowing a drunk Sentinel as she tried to attack her from behind, causing her to slump right down onto the fallen chevalier-elf, whom let out a painful groan in return! "I think we've run out of them... " Lithrielle replied as she scanned the surrounding battle, which at this point mostly featured the warband fighting against itself; any chevalier-elf having been lost in the confusing elf brawl. "Wait, look!" Aleena would suddenly say, grabbing Lithrielle as she pointed towards two tiny High Elves locked in battle a little further away, barely visible past the legs of the fighters! "It's that High Elf guy we're supposed to be protecting - and I think he found the last invader!" "Ohhh, let's get him! "Yeees!!" "CHAAAARRGEE!" And with a combined battle cry, Aleena and Lithrielle charged forth together through the fray and towards Sharon and Valion, using an unfortunate, crouched sentinel as a stepping stone as they both leaped into the air towards the two High Elves in a combined, aerial elf assault formation!</s>

<|message|>Meirie Leran "I've had enough of the preaches you and the paladins utter…" Mei roared as the runeblade slashed her side. The pain erupted inside her mind, her body felt cold at that moment as the effect of the death knight's magic blade surged through her wound, freezing it. Still Mei had long since stopped being a normal warrior, as the pain filled her mind and the rage fueled her up, the burning fires of rage in her eyes only grew stronger. She roared again, the sensation of pain dulled by her berserk state, she was just about to charge again with even greater rage as the shout came, followed by a burning sword. In a moment of silence unusual for a berserker, she grabbed the burning blade in midair. It was a good sword, somewhat lighter than the ones she was used to wield... her dual pair of two handed swords. She missed having them in her rage. The familiar sensation of a sword's hilt filled her arm. It took her, but a moment to suddenly press the burning blade against her frozen wound. In a few brief seconds the wound first was unfrozen and then the flesh began to burn. She felt that much better with her flesh burned than the frost spreading like a desease in her body, limiting her ability to move. "That's better… pain is the only proof one still lives…" She muttered with a huge grin. Then she charged at the death knight again, rage burning through her mind and pulling all locks of her body." HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" With a battle cry she slashed at Ryuuna, using the moment when the mage broke her footing. Her enraged mind allowing her to utilize even more strength than usual… "TO OBLIVION WITH THE LIGHT AND DARKNESS!" Mei shouted." I WANT TO DESTROY YOU OF MY OWN DESIRE..."</s>

<|description|>Meirie Leran Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei With his question left hanging dead, Sharon nodded. "I guess nobody knows where that girl is then." Well, obviously with the exception of one; Naliyah, whom seemed to have some kind of mental GPS of Rithrynn, to know her every location. But Sharon had no clue as to where Naliyah was either. "Not the most pressing matter, regardless!" As the conversation between Kathlin and Liaena dragged on, with Kathlin being positioned on the other side of the big Mei, making her rather hard to see; the tense atmosphere became easily noticeable, to the point at which Sharon wondered if Mei couldn't genuinely taste the salt between the two priestesses. "Hrmmmmgh... " A low groaning eminated from the other end of the cellar as the previously unconscious body of the Death Knight began to move, Malizia opening a weary eye as the bedraggled Draenei returned to life. Noticing the crowd that had gathered on the opposite room of the cellar, with everyone gathered around Mei, Malizia would receive a small grin on her face. Suddenly raising an arm towards them, she would create a wave of energy that crashed into all of them. Within seconds, the first thing the group would hear would be the quiet muttering from Malizia, before a wall of force hit them from behind, knocking Mei, Vashi, Kathlin, Liaena and Sharon forward with considerable force and into a pile on the other end of the room! "Not today!" Malizia panted as she reached into a pouch hanging by her side, producing a scroll of some kind. Unfolding it and quickly muttering what sounded like an enchantment, the Death Knight would be consumed by a white light, before disappearing into thin air! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Appearing outside, 30ft above the mansion, Malizia would rematerialize. At first, she was smiling. Then she was frowning, as she realized she was not standing on anything. Then, looking down, and realizing she was currently hovering above the mansion; gravity about to kick in; she would gasp, before letting out a cry as she began falling! Landing onto the tilted roof, she would crash into the snow, passing by a rather surprised Sentinel as she raced towards the edge! "Shit! Shit-shit-shit-shit-sit!" Malizia would exclaim as she flailed around and sliding down through the half frozen snow on the roof, grabbing about to try to get ahold of something; which just so happened to be the end of the cloak of the surprised sentinel; whom in turn was dragged off her post and with Malizia as she continued downwards!</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial In one moment, Vashi was lost in her own blushing as she was staring back at Mei, unsure what to even say as her dark blue, purple skin gained a very visible pink hue. In the next moment, Vashi then found herself lying on top of a fallen Mei, having just been knocked over by a sudden force wave of some kind! "I... !" Vashi merely gasped, looking down at Mei whom she was lying on top of with an astounded expression. But the cause of the expression would be less the sudden attack from behind, and more the position that she found herself in! Or on... "I... did not intend that, sorry... but thanks for catching me!" Vashi would eventually find a sufficient amount of words to produce a coherent sentence, looking down at the Draenei currently lying under her, whom in turn was probably lying on top one of the human girls that Vashi could no longer see. Now with a smile on her face, Vashi would raise a hand and reach down towards Mei's face, gently touching her cheek. "You're quite cute." She eventually said, raising an eyebrow at Mei. "Are you sure you were not sent to me as a gift from the goddess or some kind?" Vashi gently chuckled as she winked slyly at Mei, playfully tilting her head as she looked down at the Draenei.</s>

<|message|>Meirie Leran "Nahh… I had to at least risk this much, considering I went against a fully armed death knight." Mei replied as the bottle of alcohol was taken from her hands." If I had proper equipment, I wouldn't have taken this much damage, but hey… I live… still." She said with a slight smirk and shrug." I've gotten used to being all wounded up a long time ago so rough and painful treatment of said wounds isn't anything new to me." As the poultice was pressed really hard onto her wound, Mei's nerves once again exploded with pain as her eyes narrowed slightly, her mouth tightly shut and her other arm gripping the arm of the chair she was sitting on with such strength that the wood began making a sound of being crushed. "Don't worry about it, that was a long time ago and they got what they deserved." Mei replied at Kathlin's comment and let out a sigh of relieve as the healing magic started. She felt the warmth in her arm and watched with smile as the wound began to close up and finally vanished, leaving only a scar behind." Heh, light cannot protect me. I just always seem to end in harms way no matter what." Mei mused." If it's not portals, it will be so many other things. One way or another I get hurt a lot." "Huh… that is one way of looking at it." She replied to Liaena. This smaller girl certainly talked in an interesting way. "Well… we left two of the night elves back in the room where I appeared. Maybe one of those is the one you are looking for?" Mei said when the elf mage stated about the missing night elf." I may rage a lot, but I don't really lose my attention to the surroundings." "RYUUNAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Mei shouted as she heard the death knight's words, as she twisted her body to fall on her back to catch Vashi. Melizia was about to escape… or not… huh. She wasn't sure why, but she had the feeling the other draenei's plans wouldn't go that well. Well no need to chase right now and she wasn't really able to. Next time they meet, she isn't going to escape though, especially now that she knows Ryuuna is in Stormwind. "No need to thank me. I told you, didn't I? That I will protect you~" Mei replied with calm voice as the night elf touched her face. The night elf mage had made a complete turn from being shy and unable to talk to flirting." Who knows… Maybe… it isn't always that I get dragged to the portals…" She replied with a smile, looking into the eyes of the night elf. They were beautiful." Actually… will you help me get up now, miss mage? I have the feeling the human girl under us would appreciate it."</s>

<|description|>Meirie Leran Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei "This day just keeps getting better and better... " Sharon thought as he was picked up by Liaena. Being forcefully pushed and knocked back into a stone wall was rarely a fun experience for anyone, regardless of their size. Though for whatever consolation it was, his sudden meeting with the wall had not been accompanied by an equally sudden meeting with the rear end of a large Night Elf flying in behind him or similar. All things considered, it could have been worse. "Is that right, Mister Dal'dieb?" "Yes, if she's using a normal scroll of teleportation, she should be within 30 feet of the mansion in any direction. But although the barrier may have stopped the teleportation short, it won't prevent her from simply running past it once she's out." Sharon would reply to Kathlin as he looked towards the apprentice, suddenly smiling as he nodded with his head. "And good job on that description on the nature of spacial magic. I could almost have sworn it was something you had taken out of one of my own arcane thesis a couple of centuries back!" Commendations aside, Sharon soon realized that they had a more pressing matter; that being the runaway Death Knight who was presumably getting closer and closer to escaping for every moment they wasted chatting. "We should not delay, however. Either the front yard or the roof will be our best way of spotting her! Once we do, I got a couple of spells that could help us catch her."</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial Vashi was rather surprised at the sound of Liaena and Kathlin's noticeably not-pained voices, before realizing that she and Mei were in fact floating; fact that had initially completely passed her by due to being so caught up in Mei's eyes to really notice! "Wait, you're saying the Death Knight is gone? ... " It took a while, but eventually Vashi would succeed in tearing her attention away from the Draenei to look around for the second Draenei; which at this time was nowhere to be seen, having seemingly vanished from her spot. "It's almost like every cheesy story ever... when the heroes got the upper hand against the villain, he just uses some cheeky means to escape right out of their clutches!" "You – Vashi. Save the canoodling for later. Do you know where that Death Knight went!? She must have teleported, right? Can you trace that?" "Oh, easy!" Vashi gleamed as she sat up on the hovering Mei, raising a hand whilst concentrating on something. A blue, shimmering mist briefly wreathed her fingers, before she suddenly looked up and pointed at the roof. "Oh, she went that-a-way! Straight up, if we hurry, we'll... WHOAAAAHH!" Vashi was in the middle of explaining while also at the same time trying to get off Mei. But even though the Draenei was suspended in the air above the ground, she was by no means stabilized; a fact soon discovered by Vashi as she, and Mei, suddenly spun around mid-air as the mage had accidentally leaned too far to the right! * Meanwhile, up in one the high towers of the mansion that Captain Serphia had made her own, the door would open up as the Captain walked in with a big smile on her face. "Ohh Syn'dial, I never realized before that you looked so beautiful... " Serphia would speak, gazing down at something she was holding in her hand; which on further inspection would reveal itself to be the shrunken form of Rithrynn, the tiny sentinel trying desperately to wriggle herself out of the Captain's grip while throwing her a pleading look. "Uh, mistress, clearly you are mistaken! You are not yourself, you'd normally never say,- !" However, in her rapid talk, Rithrynn would be promptly silenced as Serphia laid a finger on her mouth! "Sshhh... I may have been mistaken my entire life, but that does not make this realization any less true." Serphia said with a smirk as she placed Rithrynn down on one of the cupboards next to the bed, before the Captain next moved her hands to begin unbuckling and removing her sentinel uniform with an impressive degree of efficiency. Although perhaps there was not much to remove to begin with... Rithrynn, whom had been about to say something in the beginning, was left dumbstruck and with her jaw hanging as the tiny elf simply gazed up at the massive, towering body of her Captain now looming in front of her, most of her view taken up by Serphia's large hips right in front of her! "One moment, just you and me, it will be... " Serphia was about to begin talking when suddenly she would be interrupted by a scream from outside! Looking to her left and out the window, Serphia's eyes would widen as she saw one of her Sentinels + Death Knight just slide down the side of the roof outside the tower in a duo of shrieks! " ... " " ... " "Should we investigate that?" Rithrynn carefully suggested, looking up at her Captain with a hopeful look. "Oh no, they got it under control." Serphia would quickly reason, before turning back to gaze down at Rithrynn with a particularly mischievous grin on her face! "Now, where were we... " * "LET. GO. OFF. ME!" The Sentinel would shout as she hung from the edge of the roof, with the heavy baggage of the big Malizia hanging from her legs below as the Sentinel squirmed around, trying to get the Draenei off! "You fell first, tentacle face, so you should make the drop!"</s>

<|message|>Meirie Leran "Yes, she teleported just as she hit us with some form of magic attack that led us to our current position." Mei explained as Liaena started to panic up a little, searching for Sharon." He should be fine… somewhere…around here I think." "She wouldn't be able to move very fast for a while at least." Mei said to the rest as they wanted to chase after Melizia." The damage she took will take some time to heal, not to mention I nearly shattered her skull with that stomp earlier. It would be frankly miracle if she can walk in straight line." Mei stated with a smile, as she found herself being the comfortable sitting place for the night elf mage on her. Vashi looked adorable. What she didn't expect was the fact they spun in midair as the centers of gravity changed, but they still were kept in midair. Mei quickly pulled Vashi into a hug to protect the night elf's head from meeting the stone floor. "Careful there…" She said, no being above Vashi." Can someone break this levitation already?" She asked with a frown." And while you are at it, it would be good if we teleport outside." "As for you…" She said, looking back at Vashi." Call me Mei… My name is Meirie Leran, but everyone calls me simply Mei cause it's easier." She said with a smile, now that she learned the night elf's name – Vashi." You know, you do have a very pretty name, miss Vashi…" "But yeah… I suppose we have to leave the personal stuff for later… someone break the levitation and let's go."</s>

<|description|>Meirie Leran Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei There was an awkward moment as the group eventually came to realize what had happened to Serphia, and presumably, to Rithrynn as well. Sharon felt the palm of his hand instinctively try to move towards his face, but managed to resist the urge to face palm at the whole ordeal. Letting out a long sigh, he would eventually speak up, looking at Liaena. "Substitute boyfriend with potentially hyper-obsessive, power-loving dominatrix girlfriend, and I believe you may have reached your mission goals." He would comment, offhandly considering teleporting back to his office. Though he was not sure if he would even find Rithrynn there anymore. Still, there was another matter that required his attention. Looking down at the Draenei Death Knight now lying in the slurry, half-melted snow in front of them, with an equally unconscious Night Elf watcher lying on top of her in turn; using the Death Knight as a big mattress; Sharon would nod. "We definitely should interrogate her before anything else." Sharon concluded with a thoughtful expression on his face as he analysed Malizia. "She is bound to have valuable information. Granted, interrogating a Death Knight is not something that I have ever done before. We also have some intruders masquerading as Night Elves in the mansion, whom we should probably deal with as well." Still, Sharon thought, in all of the chaos that had ensued, there was one thing that had worked out in their favor. "Thankfully, I think Rithrynn will buy us valuable time by... distracting Serphia. Still, we probably should try to help the girl before she gets too deep into trouble."</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial "My body heals fast due all the training I went through. Once I fix and patch up my clothes it will be like the fight didn't even happen… " "Oh don´t be silly, miss! Physical exercise does not help your body heal faster. Only proper diet, sleep, divine and transmutation magic can hasten the body´s natural regenerative properties!" Vashi was quick to interject, correcting the Draenei as she "guided" her towards the mansion door. "I may be no official healer, but through my long studies, I´ve come to learn a bit about everything aswellasincludingthelonglostsecretsandcosmicpowerofthearcane, and additionally enough about physiology to tell you that that is just not... " "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh... " However, as she was rambling away and had just extended her arm to reach out towards the ramshackled mansion door, a loud gasp of sheer delight from what Vashi recognised to be from no one else but Serphia suddenly emanated from one of the windows high above the roof! ... For a moment, Vashi would not speak at all. Instead, she would simply stare at the door with a raised eyebrow. The momentary confusion would not last long however, as she promptly opened the door and walked in. " ... as I was saying, or rather, to summarise it all up, you need to be checked. You were hit by a Runeblade. Do you have any idea how dangerous those things are?" Vashi said, but would throw Mei a sly wink as they entered into the main atrium. At this point, the full out melee brawl that had been going on earlier had simmered down... ... somewhat. That being, the number of fighting Night Elves had been reduced by a large amount. Most of them had either retreated to the side to try to recover or throw off their dizziness, and a lot of them were knocked down on the ground, lying sprawled about in various different poses. In the middle of the room, Lithrielle and Aleena could be seen in a fierce competition with some of the remaining sentinels. "And don´t mind those two, it´s quite a normal celebration!" Vashi would quickly explain to Mei in reference to Aleena and Lithrielle as she lead the Draenei along the outskirt of the fighting, just as a drunk sentinel wearing a hilariously ill-fitting, half torn ball gown was thrown right past them and into the wall on the opposite side - leaving behind a solid elf-mark in the wall. "And I think they might be almost done!"</s>

<|message|>Meirie Leran "But I've been fine with my natural healing a lot so far…" Mei protested as she was pulled after the mage girl who showed surprising strength of arm for someone of her vocation… well she was a night elf so physical strength wasn't normally a surprise. So even mages of that exotic( really wild) race were very strong. That said while she was trying to protest a cry of pleasure by female voice rang through the area… Meirie by instinct looked up at the source of the noise… Someone was having fun up there… A flash of memory ran through her mind, remembering the night elf who gave her the sword earlier… this mage referred to her as captain… Well she was the one hit by the love potion earlier right? After the initial surprise on the side of the night elf mage, Mei was quickly pulled after her into the mansion again. This girl for some reason just didn't want to leave this alone and while Mei felt flattered, it should have been the other way around… She should be the one taking care of Vashi. "Yes… I've been struck by runeblades a few times in the past…" She replied, as a brief memory of distant battle in the frozen north flashed before her eyes, but she didn't get into details as the drunken night elf flew past them and into the wall. "Alright… miss Vashi, let it happen like you want it to." She finally gave in and agreed to let Vashi do whatever she wanted." Just lets move away before we get dragged into the brawl… I cannot protect you from stray punches without hurting anyone in the present…" She pleaded, moving to stand in between the mage and the place where the drunken brawl was taking place. She vaguely wondered now why the mage seemed just a tad bit distanced from the others… all other night elves she saw so far were either having a friendly drunken brawl, or were teaming up against the death knight. Vashi was ordered around without any consideration… Was this because of the magic she harbored? She knew the opinion of the night elves about arcane magic… so she concluded that was most likely the case. "There must be a more quiet area somewhere at the back of the mansion…" She said, looking down at one corridor leading towards the back where the back entrances were.</s>

<|description|>Meirie Leran Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial "I have the feeling this involves the death knight again. That's why I said to kill her… " Vashi would giggle softly at the statement from the Draenei, who at that point already looked quite antsy. Raising one finger, she would gently place it on top of Mei's lips as she looked her in the eyes with a smile. "You mean the Death Knight you beat so badly who'll probably spend the remainder of the week in bed? I don't think she's going anywhere, hihi." Vashi laughed softly. "These are probably just the kind of antics that are so usual for my sisters. They get really rowdy during parties, being all oh-so-badass-warriors, a point they apparently have to prove to everyone they meet, including themselves." Vashi snickered softly at the last comment, remembering the chaos that usually accompanied any party thrown by her warband. There was always something she found amusing by her sisters throwing themselves at each other, like a constant feud that never seemed to end, partly thanks to big egos and copious amounts of alcohol combined! Raising her head slightly, Vashi would suddenly give Mei a kiss on the cheek and hug closer around the Draenei. "Let's go upstairs and leave my sisters to their little contests, they are probably just comparing boob sizes or something and one of them is a sore loser. Leaving them alone is probably best. They are after all big, capable warriors of the goddess." She winked at Vashi. " ... I mean, what could possibly ever go wrong?" * "Ofhhhh! Oaaaaah!" The first bright green haired elf, Lelili, who was wearing the cloak and the minimalistic binds, let out a painful groan as all the air was pushed out of her lungs as she was just rammed by the Draenei, and catapulted across the room, flying not-so-very gracefully over Kathlin and Silje before crashing into a wall painting on the other side with a loud crash! The second pale haired elf, Valia, wearing nothing other than the show-off belt, found herself in the meantime in the middle of doing a barrel roll as her legs had been swiped out from under her, before she would promptly crash down into the ground on her back with a heavy thud, the tiny elf Luci letting out a quick yelp as she jumped to the side just in time to avoid ending up under her friend! "Owwwhh!" "Girls, this is embarrassing! Are you even Sentinels? It's just one Draenei!" Luci called out, scolding the poor combat performance of her sisters. "Get off your fat butts and... " " ... " " ... butts." Luci, having turned around to point up at the Draenei in front of her, was completely stunned by what she saw when she looked up. For above her, casting a shadow down at her, Luci could see the huge, purple and jiggly butt of Naliyah, and coming right behind it, the even more massive butt of Malizia that even somehow dwarfed that of her large mistress's, Serphia! The massive Draenei had just thrown herself backwards in a free fall, with Luci right in the path. The tiny sentinel simply stared up in disbelief, before the inevitable finally happened, as Malizia's slammed down onto the ground with her huge butt, the tiny Sentinel disappearing from sight as she was promptly shoved right up the Draenei's wide rear as it hit the ground with a heavy boom! *BOOM* " ... " "I'm not done with you, you thief!" Naliyah's voice sounded as she pink haired elf had gotten off her bum and leapt back onto the back Draenei now sitting down, trying to wrestle the large Draenei around as she wrapped her legs around her torso!</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei "How is the interrogation going, Mister Dal'dieb?" *Sigh* Sharon let out an audible sigh at the question, initially not even wanting to answer Kathlin, before eventually motioning towards the chaotic fight in the middle. "Not yet decided... but I think we'll win." The High Elf said, rolling his eyes as Sentinel Valia and Lelili were thrown around like ragdolls. Looking back at Kathlin, he would put on a reassuring tone. " ... we still have two elves left!" For one moment, Malizia had been feeling the thrill of battle filling up inside of her, but that focus would suddenly be changed as she slammed down onto the ground, and she felt the beautiful sentinel, Luci, just shoved up her butt, a wondrous sensation that was amplified a thousand times by the strange attraction she felt towards the precious little elf! Rather than getting up and continuing the fight, the Draenei just sat there on the floor, her face turning into one of joy as she just enjoyed the sensation. Placing one hand on the fallen Valia, leaning on her for both support and to prevent her from getting up, and completely ignoring Naliyah as she was riding her back, Malizia began instead to just wriggle her butt happily around on the ground, giving Luci all the assistance she could ever need in going further up. The sensation from Luci had completely defeated Malizia's lust for battle, as the Draenei leaned her head back in just pure pleasure instead. In that moment, the Death Knight gave little indication of wanting to flee or even try move from the spot, simply enjoying every second of it. Sharon, after an initial awkward pause, would slowly turn towards Kathlin, eventually throwing the girl a slight smirk as he motioned towards the Draenei who at that point seemed very... pacified. "See? I knew our Night Elven friends could handle it."</s>

<|message|>Meirie Leran "That's the one..." Mei replied with a sigh, feeling the finger on her lips. It felt strangely alright for her to be in this situation. She spend so many years secluding herself away from people, behind the walls around her heart to keep from pain, and this night elf seemed to cause cracks through those walls with such an ease." Deathknights are dangerously enduring... never underestimate one until he/she's been utterly destroyed. "Well... we warriors tend to get overly prideful about our skills and strength..." Mei nodded in agreement and started to carry the mage in the opposite direction of the source of the chaotic sounds of 'battle'." I barely remember what happened the last time I was present a warband party. It was sometime after we took down Arthas... I remember the party starting... and the next thing I remember is a week later, I'm halfnaked on a beach... halfway across Northrend... I think one of my companions from back then teleported me for laughs..." The draenei then tripped when the night elf mage actually kissed her on the cheek. It came as a little bit of a surprise, but considering they had already kissed proper it wasn't much of a change." Alright... Hold on tight then." Meirie stated as she made another full dash up the stairs towards the upper floor. They might as well get fully out the way of the chaotic night elves. Melizia would be a problem if she escaped, but Mei now knew the death knight was around so she could track her down if she had to. "Okey... I'm pretty sure the area over there is occupied..." She said, nodding to the direction of the study where they were earlier along with the captain and Rithrynn." Still this mansion isn't mine... it should be that high elf's, so I'm feelign somewhat uncomfortable just making myself at home around his home like we are best buddies... I wonder if there is a place somewhere around where we can get some rest without being disturbed and preferably not blow/kicked/punched/thrown/charged in the meantime..." Meirie said, looking around, wondering." Can't you just trace the place you pulled me from and teleport us to my tavern room?"</s>

<|description|>Meirie Leran Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial Naliyah was at first a little surprised when the Draenei decided to lean in towards her, raising an eyebrow as she glanced towards her. But after hearing the 'proposal' that Malizia had just whispered into her ears, Naliyah's eyes would grow notably wider as her head suddenly snapped around to stare directly at the Draenei's face! "You really mean that? ... " Naliyah asked, choosing more to gauge the answer from Malizia's expression rather than any answer. Teaming up with her? Naliyah, although she often ran solo, was no stranger to the occasional temporary alliance when it came to her little escapades! She may never have done such a thing with a Draenei, let alone a Death Knight before, but as Naliyah gazed up at Malizia with an eye reminiscent to that of a professional wine inspector, she slowly gave a nod. After all, the benefits of having a big, 8ft Draenei on her side were nothing to scoff at! The possibilities were seemingly endless! And the only one who could truly put her new friend down was Mistress Serphia, who was currently incognito, presumably to continue her not-so-secret mission with Falere, something that Naliyah knew would leave her preoccupied for quite some time! Grinning slightly, Naliyah turned around; if not only to suddenly lean back again against the Draenei and whisper. "Uh, which of the two human girls? I see three?" Naliyah whispered back at Malizia. "Oh, the two that do not look like they crawled out from an experiment involving a rainbow and acid." " ... that makes sense!" Turning back towards Kathlin, and Silje hiding behind her, Naliyah would smile cheerfully as she looked at them with a big, broad smile. "Have you guys met this Draenei before?" She inquired with enthusiasm, motioning back towards Malizia. "She is actually quite a cool girl! I was thinking, why don't I get some drink, and we all get together for a wonderful chat?!"</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei "I don't think I caused that?" "I don't think you did either... " Sharon uttered with an utterly stoic face as he simply gazed at the secret conversation that was going on between Naliyah and Malizia, as he simply leaned in slightly towards Liaena. "I think it is quite simply a completely naturally occurring harmonious relationship between two equally devious minds when they are put in the same room." Sharon reasoned as he looked at them, silently shaking his head as he did so. Obviously there was a big difference between Malizia and Naliyah, first and foremost that the aforementioned was a Death Knight and an unholy killing machine. Even if Malizia might have had a secret kinky flair similar to that of Naliyah, Sharon found it still difficult to imagine that this could ever be the basis of a partnership, let alone friendship between the two! "We need to nip this unholy alliance in the bud!" As Naliyah turned around to speak to them, presumably on behalf of Malizia, Sharon was quick to step forward, reach an arm up to Naliyah's shoulder, and attempt to pull her down as he walked off to the side, giving Liaena a look indicating that "she deal with the other", as Sharon brought Naliyah off to the side line. "Sentinel Naliyah, if I could just have a word... or two, with you, about your new friend." Sharon started, pulling Naliyah further down When suitably far enough away from Malizia, who at that point was staring directly down at Liaena; with no Sharon or Naliyah to stand in between; The High Elf continued on with his little 'dialogue' with Naliyah. "While I am all for seeing you make new friends; and I think, trying to befriend a Draenei, even a Death Knight at that, is very progressive of you; I would like to remind you that the woman you were talking to IS in fact an agent of evil. A Death Knight, a harbinger of death and woe, a spreader of disease and darkness. She is not just evil in the grey sense, like 'all orcs must die!', but in 'the whole world must die!' kind of way, and I think it is important that we stand together against her! Whatever devious things she may have promised you, it's not worth it!"</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial "You are being too hard on yourself." Vashi said with a smirk as she looked back up at Mei, before raising a finger to poke it directly at the front of her forehead. "You need to live less inside of there... " She said, as she gestured with her finger to point at the air around them. " ... and more out here!" However, as the Draenei opened the doorhandle, the sight that would greet her in the dimly lit guestroom ahead of her was not that of any drunken elf, caught in some intimate act. Instead, as they looked into the room, they could see a group of six or more large, furry nightsabers; the huge felines that the Night Elves used as mounts dotting the room ahead of them. The beds, sheets, carpets and draperies of the room had been all torn up by the large creatures living inside, and as the door swung open, at least a dozen glowing eyes immediately turned to gaze towards the disturbance. "Ohhh, so that's where we left them!" Vashi commented as she looked into the room at the gathered nightsabers inside. The nightsabers, when they noticed Vashi at first, did not seem to be any bothered or alarmed by the sight. It was something they had seen a thousand times before. The new figure in the form of Mei, the Draenei, however, succeeded in garnering quite a different reaction as at least four of the nightsabers got on their feet and let out a series of threatening growls. " ... I don't think they like you... " Vashi, quickly recognizing where the situation was heading, would raise one hand, and with a spell; she would immediately cause the door to swing shut and close just as the largest, black furred Nightsaber lunged forward towards Mei. As the door closed shut right in front of the nightsaber, which was none other than Serphia's very own, a loud crash could be heard from the other side as the very door bulged outwards towards the corridor they were in. Deep roars and growling emanated from inside the room, as wooden chunks of the other side of the door could be heard being torn off on the other end by multiple sets of razor sharp claws! Looking back up at Mei, Vashi would simply throw her a reassuring smile! "Ohh, that one would just be Silafeen, or "Ripfang" in common. It's the mistress's own mount!" Vashi explained as she motioned towards the door with her hand.</s>

<|message|>Meirie Leran "I suppose so." Mei replied with a sigh. Here she went, being lectured about life from a night elf who was certainly quite a big younger than her. Ohh well, just went to show how one's age didn't matter when it came to life lessons, Mei supposed." Well I did lock myself into rage for a good few years back when Exodar crashed... Never expect to fully recover from that... Still feel the desire to spread chaos and death from time to time. Heh... in the end I turned into something not too different from the orc berserkers..." "Ohh joy..." Mei replied as she also started growling at the nightsabers, eyes locked. She knew that the only way to get such animals to stop was to show them there was no fear inside you and that you are as dangerous if not more than them. Eyes locked with the lead one, she let herself get in tune with the rage inside her at least until the night elf closed the door suddenly with her magic. Meirie blinked a few times as her own bloodlust faded, unable to realize what happened at first. She then looked at Vashi who was giving her the reassuring smile. "You really shouldn't have done that. They will need to learn not to attack me if I'm to travel with you from now on." She replied and took a few steps back and away from the door, noticing the sounds of tearing wood from the other side of the door." Vashi, you think this wooden door will hold?" She asked, throwing a questioning look at hte mage. "Guess that at least explains it's zeal... and arrogance even for a mount. To attack like that despite not being ordered to." The draenei stated, giving a unimpressed expression." A true mount doesn't act without it's master's orders unless the master is in direct danger." She stated and slowly put the mage to step on the ground and stand alone for she half expected the door to be broken soon and the mounts to charge her. If they did... well they were going to learn how a weaponless draenei can use her head. "Alright change of plans then... today I will run on reserve energy and stamina potions. Let's find out what's going down and maybe meet the master of this mansion again. I would wish to apologyze for the damage I caused, fighting Ryuuna."</s>

<|description|>Meirie Leran Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial Vashi would giggle at the comment, staring over at Mei with a funny smile. "You're already more humble than the rest of my warband combined." She said with an amused tone, before tilting her head playfully to the side as she looked up at the big Draenei next to her. "Not that it is really such a great achievement in and of itself, now that I think of it... but it doesn't make it any less of a good thing!" The Night Elf mage chuckled as she walked together with Mei down towards the nearest stairs to find the atrium and the mage. She did not know the High Elf Mage of this house much, but in what limited interaction she had had with him, he did appear like an okay guy! The patience with which he had dealt with the rest of her warband was something to be admired. Perking one ear up as she listened to the banging from upstairs, presumably from the nightsaber wanting to get out, Vashi would peer back up at Mei. "And don't worry, the best way to get them to accept newcomers is to just show that you're friend with their boss!" * Naliyah was initially taken by surprise when the High Elf mage wanted to drag her off to talk with her, being one of the last kind of people in the house the Night Elf would have expected to take interest in her! Listening to the High Elf's little speech whilst partly resting on top of his head with her chest, Naliyah would quickly form a frown as she cast a quick glance back at Malizia standing behind them. "But... are you really sure she is a paragon of evil?" Naliyah asked, her ears perking up as she glanced between Malizia as the Death Knight was standing there, eying Liaena and the rest of the girls with a wicked grin, and then back down at the High Elf who at that point was doing his best not to face palm. "I mean... well, she may be big and bad, but that describes mistress too!" Naliyah argued, trying her best to think of an argument in favor of Malizia. "Like, she offered us to team up! Team up! Like, how often is it that you get a big Draenei like that, offering to help out. I think she has some potential that we really shouldn't waste!" Naliyah said as she turned towards the High Elf, grabbing him with both of her arms as she beamed down at him with an enthusiastic smile on her face! "The Draenei seems already have made good friends with the human girls, and she and Sentinel Luci are practically inseparable!" Naliyah exclaimed with a big smile, just as across the atrium, at the stairs, where Liaena and Silje were heading. Coming walking down would be Vashi and Mei. Vashi would be the first one to raise an eyebrow when she saw the atrium, initially smiling when she saw Liaena and Silje, but then frowning slightly as she saw Malizia just stand about in the open of the atrium. "Uhhm... " Vashi paused as she was taken slightly aback by the sight, before prodding Mei in the side as she motioned towards Malizia with one hand. "Isn't that that Ryuuna girl you just beat up earlier?"</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei Sharon let out a big sigh in return as he listened to the pink haired Night Elf's defense of the Draenei. " ... is she drunk? Or High?" There was a pause in which the High Elf moved his head to the side so that he could get a clearer look up at Naliyah for a moment, just to look at her and study her expression. Alas, despite his suspicions, there was no sign of Naliyah being either drunk or high, at least not to any significant degree. Instead, it seemed like the source of her weird behaviors was just... well, just Naliyah being Naliyah. "Look, Naliyah, we don't bed the agents of evil, we... " Sharon started, only to pause for a moment as he rethought his words. "I mean... we do not team up with the agents of evil, no matter how good or ´sweet´their promise may be! This Draenei, this Death Knight, she is only going to seek to manipulate you! If you follow her, you may never get to see Rithrynn! It is... " As Sharon was leaning a little bit backwards whilst talking to Naliyah, he could not help but get a glimpse past the pink haired Night Elf only to see Vashi and Meirie as the two of them were just walking down the stairs towards the atrium, only to then notice Malizia standing in the room! "Oh shii... time for damage control!" "Naliyah, let's discuss this later! Just... go play with the rest of your sentinels in the meantime!" Sharon then quickly urged Naliyah as he began to push her towards the nearby living room, giving her a slap on one big buttock before he turned about to look at Meirie and Vashi as they were walking down. Malizia, in the meantime, had also noticed the two newcomers, as her eyes immediately darted over to Vashi and Meirie, but more particularly, the latter, giving the other Draenei a smirk when she saw her and muttered: "Nice to see you again, sister... "</s>

<|message|>Meirie Leran As Meirie and Vashi walked down the stairs and eventually came across the sight of Melizia in the room, Mei halted her movement for a moment. Her eyes locked on the death knight as the eyes of a predator upon pray. Still she did not burst into rage from the get go. Her gaze remained somewhat calm, which was due the fact she was no under the influence of alcohol at the moment." That she is…" The draenei replied to Vashi and started walking down again. Mei noticed that the high elf quickly evacuated a night elf from the area. His expression said it all, he was trying to protect his home from the incredibly likely devastation that awaited it, considering that Melizia was still alive. "Despite my greatest wishes, you are still crawling around like an insect that just refuses to die... sister" The berserker said, noting the death knight's words and even giving them the sarcastic 'sister' at the end. "Master Sharon, I see you've avoided my warnings to dispose of this abomination when the chance was clearly present." Meirie said with a police voice and way fo speaking, addressing the mage with formalities." Lucky for you, eh… Ryu… no, Melizia. Was that not your new name?" "That said, you have my thanks for the unexpected hospitality after the earlier battle, Master Sharon." The draenei said with a slight bow." Again, I would like to express my urgency to deal with Melizia while we have the chance. She's too dangerous of a being to be left alive…" Mei stated, throwing a glance at the death knight. Despite her burning desire to squash the head of the death knight and tear her to pieces, in the berserker's mind she could still remember the Ryuuna from way before the problems with the orcs even started. Such a pity, sadly that woman died long, long ago." Too bad, I've left your master's blade back at Exodar. Would have made a fine way to execute you for all of your crimes." The berserker stated, returning her gaze at the high elf. "She is a criminal, already sentenced to death even before she turned into this…" Mei said to Sharon." If I have to, I will turn to the draenei delegation here in Stormwind and make this a political matter…"</s>

<|description|>Meirie Leran Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial There was a moment of pause as the understanding of what Liaena really was talking about finally sinked in with the two elves. For a moment, the color of both Serphia and Lithrielle's faces vanished slightly, and their eyes widened as they thought of the possible outcomes. To Serphia, the thought of turning the already giant Draenei Death Knight into a monstrous, giant spider that could rampage through the streets with its long, icky legs was enough to send a chill down the otherwise stoic warrioress's spine. And to Lithrielle, the image of turning the Draenei into a giant frog with a jabbing, long sticky tongue was perhaps even more frightening than the current thing outside of the mansion. And then again, even the idea of a giant, evil rabbit with command over the powers of evil at its disposal... "I think you are underestimating rabbits, little human, they are... " Lithrielle started carefully, peering down at Liaena from behind her Captain, only for Serphia to suddenly raise a hand towards her to motion her to be quiet. * "Wait, I recognize that voice... wait, it's Li. IT'S LI!" Trapped as she was within the voluptuous booty of the Captain, all the voices except Serphia's own became muffled to the tiny Sentinel, Rithrynn. But even though the overly large butt(and her own series of curses), Rithrynn recognized the annoyingly snarky, always slightly sarcastic tone of Liaena! Liaena, who was responsible for whatever craziness it was that had taken over the Captain! Who was responsible for the fact that she, ever loyal and faithful, never dishonest Rithrynn was now trapped in the Captain's butt! "LIIIIII!" Rithrynn immediately screamed as the tiny elf was spurred into action, beginning to write and squirm madly about in her dark prison! "THIS IS YOUR MESS! GET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW, YOU BITCH!" "Nooo, don't move so much!" Shani, the other Night Elf below Rithrynn, pleaded desperately. Though her pleas fell on deaf ears, or were outright ignored, as the only reply Shani would receive was the sole of Rithrynn's boot as the tiny elf suddenly kicked the elf below her right in the face, sending Shani flying deeper up into Serphia's butt as the tiny Rithrynn entered into a frenzy! "IF YOU DON'T FIX THIS RIGHT NOW, I SWEAR I WILL STRANGLE YOUR TREACHEROUS NECK, AND STEAL YOUR SHAWWY ... as soon as I get out!" * "What about that thing, whatever it was, that made the Draenei giant?" Serphia inquired, her eyes narrowing as she studied the tiny human. "You... mmmh, don't have any of those lying around, little human?" As the Captain spoke, she suddenly found herself having to focus to avoid smiling too much. For whatever reason, Rithrynn; whilst always furious; had suddenly been spurred into a maddening fury within her rear. As her knees began to grow weak, Serphia placed one hand on her large hips as she slowly gyrated them, all the while trying to maintain a semi-serious face that did not betray the commotion going on within her booty too much... Lithrielle, standing behind her, stood still as a statue; though her eyes flickered between Serphia's face and butt, she dared say nothing! "Ahh.. mhm, we could even the playing field if so." * "Ughh... owww, hey wait!" Aleena suddenly exclaimed as she saw Mei suddenly run away as the Night Elf staggered back onto her feet. "The fight is THAT way. You're runnin the wrong! ... " ... "Oh Elun,-" *CRASH* Aleena's ears dropped low when she looked up, only to see what Mei was fleeing from; as the Death Knight's gigantic butt came falling down like a mountain! The sentinel would immediately vanish beneath the darkened mass of Malizia's giant butt. Letting out a laugh and wriggling her butt triumphantly, Malizia enjoyed the sensation of feeling the smaller Aleena as the sentinel would disappear up into her butt, letting out a teasing moan. Though her brief victory celebration would be cut short by an impudent attack from Mei! Furious, Malizia glared behind her, noticing the incoming Draenei! "Not so easy!" Malizia grinned as she suddenly threw herself backwards, to land on Mei; but as she did, she suddenly noticed another set of figures come running out the back door of the mansion. In fact, it was a Night Elf Sentinel, holding... the most beautiful human female she had ever seen. Silje... "LET ME GO-LET-ME-GOLEMMEGOLEMEMEGOo!" Silje cried out in terror in the Night Elf's hands, only to freeze to a statue when she looked out into the garden and saw Malizia. All the while, the Sentinel holding the little human female called out encouragingly! "LOOK! I FOUND A DISTRACTION!"</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei "Although, it is against several tenants of my religion unfortunately" "So is letting evil run rampant I presume!" Sharon answered swiftly as he was focusing on aligning a long bronze rod that almost served as a kind of cylindrical barrel that he aimed towards one of the windows leading out into the garden behind the mansion. The sound of chaos coming from outside could easily be heard all the way into the sanctum. A deep tremor suddenly shook the entire building, causing bits of dust to drain down from the roof through the cracks and douse the sanctum below. "Please take the Arcane Difican,- ahem, I mean the purple looking disc and insert it into the brass cage over there!" Sharon said as he instructed Kathlin to help him set up the large apparatus, which at this point consisted of a maze of long, narrow bronze stilts and flashy gems and glasses arrayed in a dazzling form. "I would not worry too much about the wards right now. She is within the property, and this is not exactly your everyday teleportation. No, this is transdimensional rifting, as we used to call it back at the acedemy." Sharon smirked as he headed over to the other side of the room, opening the window so that the apperatus had a clear view out into the garden - and the great fight going on outside. "If all goes well, this will create a rift for our dear guest to fall through - sending her into another world somewhere in the twisting nether... " Sharon said as he found a bronze box with a brightly red, ornate button attached on the top of it. Removing the protective safety glass case and muttering a quick enchantment that caused the runes on the side of the box to glow with the same hue as that of the rest of the apparatus, the High Elf adjusted his goggles and turned to Kathlin. "According to my theory, it's a 76% chance success, and it will save the rest of the district from what could otherwise have been a great rumble... " Sharon said, before scratching his chin. "Other than that, we just have to hope that we don't dislocate the entire street, or something comes out of the rift from the other end." Furrowing his long, blonde brows over his at this point ridiculous goggles, he quirked a smile as he suddenly held out the trigger box to Kathlin. "On a more cheery note... would you do the honors?"</s>

<|message|>Meirie Leran 'Blasted deathknights…' Meirie thought when she noticed Malizia was about to lay down on her as the berserker was charging at her back. Mei was just about to make an emergency dash to the side when the deathknight's back suddenly froze half in motion as she seemed to notice something. Mei naturally jumped to the side to avoid late falling of Malizia, before she threw a look to see what the hell was that stopped the giant in her tracks. It was a sentinel! A sentinel holding a human girl… 'Well…well… well… ' Mei wondered, hearing the words said by the sentinel. "That sure is a working distraction…" Mei muttered to herself, her sense of danger triggering up. She knew she should get away from this place as soon as possible. While not a mage, Meirie had a lot of experience with translocation type of magic… aka portals and the like or at least being dragged by those. If nothing else she knew a surge of magic whenever she felt one… She dashed more to the side and then made a gesture for the sentinel to also get away, least she and the human get dragged into by whatever the magicians were planning for dealing with the giant.' I… bloody… hate… this…!!!' Mei thought, before throwing herself at the nearby door and into the mansion, no way she was going to stay outside for this. Not with her tendencies to get affected by portals and the like. Once inside, she reached and slammed the door behind herself, hoping if this was some sort of portal, that it won't pull her also.</s>

<|description|>Meirie Leran Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial "HEY! MISTRESS IS NOT DONE WITH YOU YET, MONKEY!" Lithrielle would exclaim as Liaena suddenly ran off, her purple cheeks gaining a distinct blood red hue! However, as she looked over at Serphia, Lithrielle would immediately frown as she noticed Serphia wasn't really paying the situation any real attention. Opening her mouth a bit, Lithrielle would tilt her head as she eyed her mistress to see if she was all well. "Uhhh... mistress Serphia?" "Mmmmhhm... let her go." Serphia simply said as she waved her hand towards Lithrielle, motioning for her to calm down. "We will let the midget go and try to deal with the giantess problem in the yard herself." She continued, turning to give Lithrielle a smile. "If she just so happens to get trampled, eaten or otherwise obliterated by her massively overpowering foe, we will simply deal with the problem ourselves! And if they destroy each other, that's just a win-win for us!" "B-but... " Lithrielle stammered, looking worried. "What if the giant Draenei wins?" "Go find Naliyah and go see if she doesn't have something in her stash that we cannot use against the Draenei." "Naliyah?! You can't be serious, mistress!" "Ohhh, I know we can rely on her." Serphia smirked as she formed a slight grin with her purple lips looking down at Lithrielle. "Tell her that I know where her Rithrynn is." Lithrielle remained silent for a moment, yet her worried expression soon faded into that of a smile as she looked back up at her mistress! "Ohhh, that's brilliant! I'll go find her right away, mistress!" * Malizia had already bent over and was in the process of moving over towards the tiny sentinel and Silje, both of whom had nowhere to run now as Mei had already ran past them and shut the door behind them, leaving them outside and alone before the gigantic ebony draenei that was rapidly closing in on them! That was, until her head suddenly snapped around at the sound of another beautiful creature... ! "Could it be? ... " "I don't suppose…you could step away from the screaming human? It would be very nice of you" Stopping right in her tracks, Malizia would turn around and spot Kathlin! She did look a little bit different, in her heavy protection gear, but even through the heavy guide, her person was unmistakable! Malizia's eyes would widen into star-filled orbs as she smiled with glee! "Little mushie-wushie!" She exclaimed, and in one sudden show of (giant) acrobatics, the giantess had swung around, launched herself across the yard, knocking and tearing up a good number of the trees and bushes in the process, before slamming down on her butt in front of Kathlin and swooping her up in one hand, holding the tiny human up in front of her! "I sooo missed you!" Malizia exclaimed as she looked down at the little human in her hand, her face bright with joy! "I was so worried some of those mean elves might have hurt you!" As Malizia said that, the giant draenei would throw a dirty look down towards the sentinel holding Silje, all the while the Sentinel was slowly trying to inch towards the door to frantically knock on it in hopes that Mei would open! Turning back to Kathlin with a huge grin, the Draenei would notice the tiny device in the human's hands, before raising a finger and motioning towards it. "D'aaaaawwwwhhh! Did you bring that gift for me?" Malizia would exclaim with a sound of exasperation. "You are soooo wonderful, I could just eat you up, cutiepie!"</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei "Wait, what are you doing? You have to stay clear of the target zone!" Sharon exclaimed as he rushed towards the window that Kathlin had just exited, only to watch the bizarre scene unfold outside in the garden. Silje, faced with the sight of her monolithic adorer, had; like most rational and normal people would have done under similar circumstances; feinted, and was no longer offering any sort of resistence to the Night Elf holding her. The poor girl's mind had by now retreated to her happy place, free of any crazy Night Elves or giant Draenei. Kathlin, on the other hand, had been snatched up by the massive Draenei, who looked equally busy ogling her as trying to woo her. And that is without to give any kind of mention to her rather problematic choice of words in her expressions! "No-no, this is all getting out of hand... !" Sharon mumbled, slightly hesitant to state the obvious as he beheld the spectacle going on. A sharp hiss and crackling noise caused him to turn to look back inside of his sanctum, as he watched the magnificent apparatus he had erected was practically boggling with the massive fel energies currently streaming through it. He had not anticipated the firing delay, whereas the fel crystals had continued to feed the apperatus raw, uncontained demonic energies, causing it now to overflow; threatening to rupture at any moment now if it was not allowed to discharge in an orderly fashion! "Just my luck!" Sharon said from below his oversized goggles before pulling them back down onto his eyes, and turning to call out through the window. "FORGET ABOUT FINDING THE EXACT PERFECT MOMENT, GIRL! JUST PUSH THE BUTTON, OR WE ARE GOING TO SUFFER A DEMONIC ANOMALY!" Sharon called out from the window frame down to the girl currently firmly in the Draenei's grasp. "GET TO A SAFE DISTANCE AND P,-" *CRACKLE* *CZZZZ-KZZZTTT!* *BROOSH!!* "... YOU KNOW WHAT, FORGET ABOUT THE SAFE DISTANCE; JUST PUSH THE DAMN BUTTON!"</s>

<|message|>Meirie Leran "Are you bloody kidding me!" Mei called, feeling the surge of energies. Not really being a magic user of any kind, but still feeling magic quite strongly due whatever the warlocks had done to her, she knew full well to keep as far away from Malizia right now. She wanted to have nothing to do with whatever was going to happen outside! Already being inside the house, she could feel the energies rising still. She quickly opened the door for the ones outside to get inside. "For the Naaru's sake…" She cursed, dashing across the room now that the door to the outside was opened, entering the corridor and slamming the door behind herself, getting deeper into the mansion. As further in as possible, the better for her! That said she did hear Sharon's yell. That did not bode well for whomever had to deal with that device on the yard. "I will so probably going to regret this…" Meirie said to herself as she grabbed a nearby empty glass bottle, one of many that were scattered about the mansion. With her projectile weapon in hand, she dashed towards the nearest window. Once by the window, feeling the magic surge that was going to be released any moment, Mei, took a deep breath, took a stance, aimed carefully and threw the bottle in her hand with full force at Malizia's eye, granted at this distance even Mei's great aim at throwing would have a hard time, hitting a moving target such as the eye of a moving giant Draenei, but as long as she hits anywhere near the eyes( which she was going to happen) The bottle would shatter from the impact, causing the huge annoyance to drop anything she was trying to hold… people included. Once that was done, she jumped back, slamming her back against the wall, praying for whatever was going to happen via the magic that Sharon was doing, won't affect her too. She had enough portals for a lifetime… or a few lifetimes in her case.</s>

<|description|>Meirie Leran Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial "AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" "OWWWWH!!" *Crash* *BOOM* "Let me introduce you to my little friend, GRAVITY, BITCH!" "AIII-" *DROOOHHHMM!!* Serphia's support team/goon squad had long since given up any attempt at interfering with the fight of the two, giant behemoth currently fighting over the piece of dirt that had once been Sharon's garden! Instead, they had taken up a (relatively) safe distance in the surrounding streets and simply gazed up at the ash cloud covered silhouettes of Serphia and Malizia as the two furious women duked it out in a no-holds-barred beatdown of each other! In one scene, Malizia charged forward, launching her own head right into Serphia's chest and knocking the gigantic Sentinel Captain into the mansion, promptly making her serve as an oversized wrecking ball that immediately demolished the roof of the east wing! "Giving up yet, you little troll?" "You are going to DIE for that!!" Serphia retaliated by swiping the feet(hoofs) out from under Malizia, the giant red draenei-demon-thingy falling to the ground with a deep rumble! Malizia answered by jumping onto Serphia, only for Serphia to pull one leg back, place her feet up under Malizia's chest, and push back, causing Malizia to go flying up into the air with a scream! Back at the mansion ground, Sentinels in various states of clothes or stripping could be seen running out of the front door of the mansion, gathering in a small crowd outside in response to the growing fire. There was an awkward pause among the dozens of drunk and half-sober sentinels that had gathered outside of the mansion as they simply stared dumbfounded at the fire spreading in the second floor, before one of them suddenly stepped forward and raised her stolen mug. "BEST PARTY EVER!!" In response to the sentinel, the rest of her sisters raised their fists and cried out as well, jumping up and down with their drinks as they cheered on the burning mansion! In the background, angry nightsabers could be seen jumping out of windows of the mansion to escape the fire, before running amok in the streets! "WHOOOO-HOOOO!!" "YEAAH!!" ... "So... where do we go now?"</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei "So are we leaving? I like this plan if you do, Mister Dal'dieb" The High Elf's gaze passed from the curious, strangely optimistic looking Kathlin over to Liaena, then back again. "If I said no, I doubt I'd get to the o in that word before Liaena had already dragged me off to Westfall. I'm still not sure if giving her that haste buff was a good idea!" Sharon privately thought, also unsure whether he should also mention the potential of the spell having taking 1 or 2 years off her life expectancy. "Come to think of it, I have always wanted a new place closer to the beach... " Sharon muttered, moving one hand up to his chin in a thoughtful expression, before he turned to Liaena and Kathlin, and nodded; all the while instinctively bracing himself in case Liaena should decide to run somewhere with him along! "Not to speak ill of your skills or anything, but I do believe the barrier I set up is more than a match for a yet so simple apprentice." Sharon said as he glanced over at Kathlin. Though Kathlin had never shown anything but t e best intentions and did seem to have an elevated magical potential despite her simple class, Sharon doubted that her skills were enough to contest with that of a long lived High Elf and esteemed student and teacher at the Dalaran academy of magical sorcery! "Aran kehn, rahs fuhs." Sharon suddenly muttered, before thumping the butt of his silver staff into the ground two times. For a moment, a creeping silence ran across the entire mansion like a wave, as the invisible enchantment was dispelled by the utterance of the keyphrase. The only noise was the not-so-subtle noise of the fleeing elves and nightsabers who apparently already had decided it was time to ditch his soon-to-be ex-mansion! "One of the first things we were taught at the Institute of Enchantment back at Dalaran was to attach a keyphrase, or password if you will, to our *simpler* wards, so that we could more easily unravel them at a moment's notice than have to go through a lengthy ritual of disenchantment." Sharon explained with a smile as he looked over at Kathlin, apparently enjoying any chance he got to show off his superior magical knowledge! "Now, I will begin the ritual of teleporta,- thank you, Friedrick." Sharon interrupted himself to thank Friedrick as the butler seemingly appeared out of nowhere and handed him a Rune of Teleportation, before the High Elf returned to focusing on his ritual. "This is going to take a few seconds, a minute max... any special destination in mind?" He asked, turning to look over at Liaena with a smile, all the while motioning for them to come closer. However, his confident smile would suddenly fade for a moment, as if the High Elf had just remembered about something. Turning towards Liaena, he quirked an eyebrow at her. "Liaena... aren't we forgetting about someone?"</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial "Uhmm... " Vashi was slightly taken aback by the Draenei's strangely casual tone, especially when one considered what was going on all around them! "I had always wanted to try that strange thing the humies refer to as Fish and Chips. I hear it's quite popular around here for some reason!" Vashi simply answered, occasionally listening out through the mansion and outside. She did not know whether Mei realised it or not, but as she was a Night Elf, she enjoyed a far better hearing than the Draenei could ever possess. As an immediate result, Vashi got to hear practically... everything... that was going on outside between the two giantesses. "Goddess, why did she even have to go and say that?!!" Vashi thought with a worried mind as she heard Malizia utter the forbidden words around Serphia. It was enough to convince Vashi that if Serphia had ever had any plans of killing the Draenei quickly, those plans had just faded! But also, there was a strange odour in the air... Furrowing her brows and nose, Vashi suddenly cast an inquisitive look at Mei, and then over at the rest of their surroundings. "Do you... smell that too?" She asked with an uncertain tone as she landed one silvery eye on Mei, sniffing in the rather ominous coarse, acidic smell that had suddenly entered the air!</s>

<|message|>Meirie Leran "Is that so?" Mei asked in a slight surprise, but then again human cuisine was somewhat specific around the world. It had a certain aesthetic appeal that many others lacked. Even draenei food had those dishes that unless one was really certain and determined, one couldn't even try to taste them. Granted every dish was perfected and tasted unique and incredible, but the outer appearance not always could mask the origins of the ingredients. "I will make those to you later then." The draenei stated with a smile, gently holding onto the elf sitting in her lap." The inn I'm staying at has a nice kitchen and the tavern owner has taught me quite a bit about human cuisine, so I would love to prepare you this meal." The berserker stated with a smile, trying to not really mind the overly loud giants outside the mansion. "Do not concern yourself with the Man'ari and your captain outside. We shouldn't meddle with them anymore. Worst case scenario the mages will deal with them soon enough. One cannot simply cause this much chaos inside Stormwind of all places and get away with it." The draenei stated with calm voice. Frankly it just showed how much she gave up on dealing with this nonsense for the moment. If everything else failed, she was just going to eventually deal with them herself, but she REALLY hoped it won't come to that. Then she felt something else… beside the rather familiar burning building smell. A rather bad sixth sense considering portals… like get forcibly pulled through enough of those and you get to sense whenever someone was plotting teleportations or portals or anything involving spacetime manipulation! "Light give me strength…" Mei mumbled as she rapidly stood up, carrying Vashi in her arms as she sped up the stairs, searching for Sharon and the human girls who obviously needed some restraint to be pushed into their heads by a hammer at least. "Don't you dare!" Mei shouted as she dashed through the stairs and corridors, heading towards Sharon's last location.</s>

<|description|>Meirie Leran Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial "What... did you say?!" A visible vein would suddenly pop in Serphia's forehead! For a moment, Serphia visually imagined for herself how she could kill the High Elf on the spot using the six nearest objects. Said objects being a big brass rod, a spanner, a mining pick, a teacup, an iron, and of course the Gnome Gimpsy herself. Yet the murderous look on her face would soon give way to a reddish blush as she felt a renewed vigor from Rithrynn, deep inside of her butt, who had suddenly become agitated! Swaying her hips, she'd turn to look down at Sharon, attempting, but also clearly failing, at keeping a stern, authoritarian expression between the look of comfort and delight. "Just you... watch your mouth, High Elf." She more mumbled than said, before taking a moment to straighten up to help inch the hapless Rithrynn a bit further, enjoying every second of it; before the murderous part of her brain again reminded her that she had still lost to that demon, and so slumped her big butt down onto a nearby crate! "Mistress... are you," "We have a demon to slay!" Serphia quickly stated, raising a hand. "Or, more precisely; I have a demon to slay! Whoever brings her down, remember that I will have the kill!" " ... are you sure charging at it again is going to work?" Aleena muttered carefully from the sideline, the Sentinel apparently having recovered from her unfortunate role as collision pillow for her large mistress! "Yes! ... no, actually, I am thinking of an ambush while it's busy terrorizing the silly apes in this city." Serphia muttered, gaining a modicum of thoughtfulness on her face. She knew a thousand different ways to kill an Orc. But a more than 50ft plus tall giant demoness DID tend to limit the number of available approaches! She doubted any of the mages in the room alone had the firepower to kill the giant demoness. But even if they had, she'd never let them steal her kill! So it would be a matter of restraining the demoness, or hold her in place long enough for her to deliver the killing blow! But to deliver an effective killing blow against something that big, she'd need a big weapon. A sanctified weapon. "I never thought I'd ever miss our Moon Priestess... " "Sentine Aleena!" "Yes, mistress!" "Go to the humie Cathedral and bring me the biggest, holiest; by blasphemous human standards; and spikiest thing you can find! And you," Serphia turned to narrow her silvery eyes on Mei. "What exactly sort of stuff is in that vault of yours?" Serphia asked with a dangerously inquisitive look on her face, a look both cold and analytical, with a frightening, murderous intent hidden behind the crystal clear features of her eyes. But before Mei could even give her an answer, Serphia's left ear would suddenly twitch, her elven hearing picking up on something, as Serphia's eyes suddenly darted over to Liaena and Kathlin. " ... what's that about a love potion I keep hearing about?!"</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei There was a mixture of both relief and guilt that washed over the High Elf when Rithrynn took the bait, and Serphia's ire slowly drifted away, overtaken by more sensual matters... "At this point, I have no idea if we'll even be able to get Rithrynn out the situation she's gotten herself in." Sharon thought to himself as he cast a glance towards the Captain's large, curvacious butt that was threatening to destroy the crate below it at any moment. That was, before he rolled his eyes over to Liaena. " ... or rather, the situation you got her into." The High Elf didn't speak or say anything. However, his eyes were nonetheless in a clear frown as he eyed the girl, making the message behind his expression quite obvious. "I won't be ordered around by a long-eared blueberry!" Gimpsy squeaked as she folded her arms defiantly, before straightening herself up to stand at the (relatively) more imposing height of three feet! However, given the Captain's critical state of undress, and Gimpsy's point of view, the Gnome had gotten a front seat view to all of the Captain's shenanigans ever since she arrived, and it was obvious in the way she squinted her eyes! "But I'll give you some stuff for free if it just means you would PLEASE dress up like a normal, non-elf person!" Gimpsy conceded as she closed one eye and pointed at a nearby shelf of used adventuring equipment, labeled "SALE", "SALE" and "SALE" all over. "You don't have any of those old mana crystals I sold you a couple of months ago still lying around, do you?" He asked as he turned to look towards Gimpsy. Yet he did not have time to wait for the Gnome's response before he suddenly heard a very alarming sentence snapped out from Serphia! " ... what's that about a love potion I keep hearing about?!" "Uh-oh." Choosing to stay quiet, Sharon turned to give Liaena a look from behind Serphia, a look that said less so "Are you going to be alright with this?", and more something along the lines of; "Are you going to be able to avert a possible diplomatic catastrophe of the century?"!</s>

<|message|>Meirie Leran "The usual things someone tends to pick up over the years of fighting demonic invasions..." Mei replied with a frown." A few enchanted swords... some cursed ones, some different pieces and sets of armor. Mostly interesting ones I've found over the years. Still the majority of my... collection's in the Exodar vaults, here in Stormwind, I only have very few items, but ones that should be enough..." The draenei explained." There are some enchanted armor pieces among the 3 armor sets and also about 4 different enchanted swords... Now that I think about it, I should have sold one last month when I was in debt... Ohh well..." "Nothing much, Captain Serphia." Mei stated as she leaned on a wall nearby." You just got kind of hit by one earlier... and the giant demon currently rampaging outside also did with another." The draenei added with a shrug of her shoulders as she looked at the adventuring gear that the gnome offered for the night elf for free. "Well in theory we can leave the local authorities to deal with the demon now... She's after all a danger to society so the guards, army, magicians and everyone else able and paid to will be figthing her before long. We CAN just lay low for a few hours until it's done with, but I don't want to do that. What we need to do is pull Malizia AWAY from the city. As long as we get her outside the walls and preferably far enough to use explosions and other things of destructive nature, we can deal with her properly." "Problem will be how to get her outside the walls..."</s>

<|description|>Meirie Leran Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.</s> <|message|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial "Well... " Vashi responded as she fiddled gingerly with her staff in the cramped confines of the carriage as the blood caked Draenei stepped into it, her snakes-like hair now taking up almost half the space within the chariot. "The laws of the cosmos would have it that if you didn't deal with those mercenaries now, they would become a problem that would come to bite us in the butt later." The mage explained with a soft smile as she seemed to have finished scribbling a rune on her staff, before suddenly aiming it at Mei. "Just close your eyes for a moment!" ... "Anun oDeli aqua voosh!" *PPFFSSHOOOOOSSSHH!* In an instant, the shimmering blue crystal on the tip of Vashi's staff would be turned into a high-powered water hose, showering the entire Draenei warrior in a high powered sideways shower! Red colored water burst out of the back of the carriage, popping out the back window in the process as Mei was soaked from top to toe! The whole spell lasted only a couple of seconds, but by the time it was over, half the interior of the chariot was dripping wet. Whatever blood may have been on Mei's person was now long since gone, alongside a couple of years of grime and dirt that may have gathered in the more minute crevices of her armor and clothing. Mei's snake hair, which had previously been writhing in every direction, had now been neatly combed backwards by the water blast. "There, good as new!" Vashi said with a small smile as she eyed the draenei warrior across from her with a look of satisfaction.</s> <|message|>Sharon Daerin'Lei Sharon passed a casual glance over the grizzly scene left behind by Mei's rampage, half of the street now having gained a distinctly red paintjob. "I hope no children stumble across this scene before the cleanup crew arrives. It might mentally scar them for life." "There is no point in crying over spilled milk... " Sharon commented as he swung the whip overhead and cracked it, sending the horses of the carriage to charge forward. "Let's go find them, I don't want to leave them to fight alone against the de,-" *PPFFSSHOOOOOSSSHH!* Sharon's eyes widened as the entire carriage suddenly rattled as a flood of water just shot out from the back of the vehicle! Risking a glance behind during the high speed ride of the carriage, Sharon saw that fortunately, the carriage was still intact regardless of whatever magical shenanigans the Night Elven mage had just pulled! "Is everyone okay back there? You know, there are cleaning spells that are both less dramatic and just as effective." Sharon commented, before turning to focus on the chase. Finding the Night Elves was something the High Elf had long since given up on. However, finding Malizia was a lot easier, thanks to the not-so-subtle fact that Malizia was also a 50+ft tall giant demoness, which meant that Sharon could easily make out the top of her red wings over the rooftops in the distance, or at least the giant clouds of dust that were pumped up into the air as a byproduct of the demon's mad chase! Following the demon through the city and out the gates was relatively easy. None of the guards who'd usually stop him to ask about his carriage license or speed limit were currently out, seemingly not wishing to get in the way of the rampaging demon, a move for which Sharon really couldn't blame them. The real challenge came however when they reached the mountainous roads outside of the city. Sharon could see the the tail-ends of some Night Elves riding atop of Nightsabers as they rapidly disappeared up into the mountainous pass ahead! "It seems we are catching up to Serphia and her girls!" Sharon called out to the passengers in the back of the carriage as he cracked his whip once more; a hint of enthusiasm coloring the tone of the High Elf's voice; and the horses pulling the carriage charged upwards across the narrow mountain path ahead. However, the incline was a lot steeper than previously anticipated, the ground muddy, and the carriage obviously not designed as an all-terrain vehicle! They had barely gotten a hundred feet or so up one of the steeper parts of the narrow path before the carriage slowed down drastically, and slowly but steadily, started sliding back down despite the best efforts of the horses in front. " or not... " Sharon commented, a distinct look of dismay forming on his face.</s>

<|message|>Meirie Leran "Alright..." Mei replied closing her eyes, though the snakes hse had for hair continued to look about like they owned the place. Then there was water! A pretty powerful jet hit her, causing all the blood that was covering her to be pretty much blown away from her, leaving both her skin, armor and swords very shiny and new looking. Hell that armor hadn't looked this good since that one time she got blown out a cliff and into the sea below. That was 'fun'. At least this didn't involve a 60 feet drop. "I'd say cleaner than new..." Mei added after the water jet finally ended, water was dripping off her skin, but otherwise she appeared fine." This... for some reason I wonder if this basic idea could be made into a public service... imagine how much time it would save." She mumbled, noting that the high elf was using everything he had to keep the carriage in straight line. "Yes, we are fine." Mei replied to Sharon, quickly throwing a look outside to note how the chasing was going down." For some reason I have a really BAD feeling about this... almost as bad as when Malizia got hit by that growing potion..." Mei said with low growling voice. "For crying out loud..." Mei growled when they began sliding back down the steep mountain road. No way this carriage would make it up this not paved and way to steep hill." Leave the carriage... we ride the rest of the way. It would be faster anyways. Since I assume Vashi cannot ride a horse, she can ride with you, I'm already heavy enough with my armor and weapons for my horse to also carry another person." Mei stated, quickly moving to grab the reigns of the horses directly at them, waiting for Vashi and Sharon to join, since the moment they freed the horses, the carriage would just slide and crash all the way down there. "Let's get this done before this bad feeling I have becomes a reality..."</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Leith Calder **Leith Calder** Leith stared at Ssarak in confusion as the Esyire back-pedalled away. It took him a few seconds for Ssarak's words to sink into his sleep-deprived head, and when they did, his eyes opened wide. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he could speak. "Wha- no. That's not what being roommates means at all-well, most of the time, that is. It's only like the way you say it is if the roommates are opposite gender, or the same, sometimes, but-" Leith dropped his bag by the smaller bed, sat on the bed, and sighed loudly. He put his elbows on his knees and rubbed his eyes. "I'm explaining this terribly, aren't I? It only becomes intimate if the roommates make it that way, but having a roommate of the opposite gender can have intimate connotations; even if there is nothing there." He looked at Ssarak and smiled. "Just to allay your fears, I'm not looking for a relationship either, more-so with men, not exactly my kind of thing. Anyway, I*really*don't want to search for another room," he said with a dry smile. He was completely willing to go find another room, but he thought a joke might make the mood a bit lighter. "So how about we become roommates?"</s> <|message|>Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title) Tyrael Marchosias Tyrael began to drag the man further and further into the forest. The man had dark skin, bald, and very scarred. Blood mattered his face, likely from Tyrael since his fists were red as well. Once they were a sufficient distance away, Tyrael tossed the man against a tree and took out one of his daggers from the Inferno. He had the blade heated from the Inferno so when Tyrael cut into the man, it would burn the wound so he wouldn't bleed out. He'd still die... Eventually. But Tyrael had some questions to ask. By the time the man had awoken, Tyrael had gutted him from groin to sternum. He was slowly, inch by inch, putting his intestines out from his body. While the man was very much alive and conscience. The man screamed for a while, but Tyrael paid him no mind as he continued to pull out the man's guts. Once the man began to stop screaming, Tyrael started asking questions.**"Where is he? Elysion."** The man began to breath heavily, though it was muffled by the squelching sounds of his guts being pulled out of his body. He shuddered every time Tyrael tugged on a tight intestine. When the man didn't answer, Tyrael slid his hand into the man's body and poked his lung.**"Where is Arrun Kamfer?"**The man began to hyperventilate, but he also began to talk. "I don't know I don't know! Why are you doing this!? I don't know what you're talking about!" Tyrael kept pulling the man's guts out, seemingly uncaring about what the man said.**"You know, they say that a human's body has a mile's worth of intestine int heir body. I do not know the exact number myself. But I imagine that if you do not tell me where Elysion is, I will be able to discover the truth soon enough."**The man began to scream for help, but no one would hear him. They were far from the college now, just as Tyrael intended. After some time, Tyrael had a small pile of intestines next to him, enough that he could throw it over the College wall and use it to rappel his way up.**"Elysion. Formerly called Arrun Kamfer. Demonmancer. Cult leader. Formerly a unassuming candle maker. Your employer. Three days ago he vanished from his shop. Between those days and now, over fifty people have been killed 'In the name of Salvation'. You have been caught attempting to murder one of my chefs. Need I explain more, or shall I see what your entrails will tell me?"**Tyrael wrapped the man's intestines around his hand and made a quick jerk, causing blood and fat to roll down his arm. The man continued to scream, but his throat had gone so dry and hoarse that Tyrael was somewhat concerned that the man wouldn't be able to answer. No matter, there was some time before the opening ceremony, and if the man wouldn't give him anything useful he'd just hand him off to one of his demons to get the man to start talking. As Tyrael began to coil the man's intestine into more manageable sizes, the man spoke up. "He... Elysion... Has seen his coming... It will not... Be long...***Kudd...***" And with that, the man had finally died. Tyrael's eyes grew wide at the man's last words. Tyrael left the body behind as he went back out to the college. Once there, his mind was lost in thought. He went over many things in his head, information about demons, the current state of the Inferno, and occasionally the open ceremony. Along the way he bumped into a student absentmindedly.**"I apologize, I was not... Wait a moment. You are Lucilia's guest, are you not?"**The hulking demon had run into Colette the vampire. Annabeth Gulch Annabeth watched with amusement as the unfortunate teacher continued to stumble through one unfortunate accident after another. She felt a little bit guilty at his bad luck, but it was still entertaining. She made sure to be extra careful however, as she was unsure if his bad luck would affect her somehow. Though after looking around, she noticed that Uicle's luck might be worse than just what's happening to him. Slowly she saw that many students were beginning to leave him one-by-one. Annabeth herself considered doing the same, but she didn't. She felt bad for the unfortunate soul, and it may hurt him emotionally to know that all his "students" left him. Of course, it didn't help that it seemed that the exact scenario just happened. By the time Uicle had finally left the forge, the only students left was Annabeth a a couple that didn't so much follow Uicle as much as they were going in his general direction while they conversed among themselves. Annabeth just faked a smile, trying to make it seem like she was at least trying to pay attention.**"Well, Sir Uicle.... I suppose that everyone wanted to explore on their own..."**</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- "Wait, I am confused." Ssarak responded, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Nothing these Humans did ever seemed to make sense. Aruna was raised in their culture, and according to her, asking to be a roommate was offensive, but Leith was now telling him otherwise. Their rules seemed selective and variable, and not at all sensible. What Leith said seemed to indicate their rules varied by gender, which he also could not understand. In Ssarak's upbringing, societal differentiation between genders was nearly nonexistent, so the concept did not exist in his mind. "So, is there, or is there not a rule among humans regarding sharing rooms? I am relatively new to this land, and I have already offended one person because of rules I do not understand. And what influence does gender have on this; that does not make sense to me. If sharing rooms is acceptable, then I have no issue with you staying, but I would*really*like to understand what is going on here. From my perspective, humans make no sense whatsoever, and have rules that apply only selectively, apparently to my detriment." Ssarak explained, staring attentively at the human and awaiting his response.The sooner someone set right his misconceptions about human society, the sooner he would be able to clear up any misunderstandings he had made with others, such as Aruna, so perhaps it was fortunate Leith had came along, even if it did seem as if he was only interested in getting to sleep.</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder Leith looked down and ran his hands over his head as he pondered Ssarak's question. He was surprised at how difficult it was to explain something he thought of as simple. When his figured it out, he looked back at Ssarak. "There is," Leith started slowly as he searched for the right words. "An unspoken rule when it comes to roommates. It isn't a rule that is set in stone, but it usually known by everyon- Humans, at least. Men don't room with women unless they are," he paused, searching for the correct word. "Together, but there*are*exceptions to this rule. Siblings can share a room. There are other exceptions, but I think that one is good enough. Back to the point, if the man and woman aren't together when they share a room, other people tend to think that they are. From the sounds of it, that girl, Aruna, right? She knew about the rule, and assumed that you were pushing for you two to be." Leith coughed nervously. "Uh, together." Leith chuckled at Ssarak's earlier comment of humans making no sense at all, and after giving his explanation and having lived with a crazy old man in the middle of the woods, he agreed. Feeling that he had explained the situation as best as he could, he decided to start a new topic on a lighter note. "So, what brings you to the College?"</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Colette Filiatraut Colette She nodded slowly when he introduced himself and bowed. "Nice to meet you I am Colette." she said politely and when he mentioned the stuff that the older vampire had given her she nodded. "Yes she did give me that stuff so I can control my blood lust" she said softly, almost quietly. She grew cautious when he mentioned her to follow him and she nodded slowly and began to follow him. "What is it you wanted to show me Mr. Marchosias" she asked curiously siding glancing the male she was following with a curious but guarded expression on her youthful face.</s> <|message|>Khan Avrea Jevarath Khan Khan had been eyeing the pair since they finally noticed each other. He had a unsettle feeling and when things started to escalate, his mind for a split second debated on sending Uicle's little mental birds to aid should the worse happen. The only problem with his idea was that it looked as if he wouldn't have much time. The two looked on the verge of attacking one another, rather it would be something which would drag the remaining student body among their clash and likely injure several students in the careless action. Not to mention the pair of them. Of all days, why it have to be today when two Naga had to show up on their door step? The Esyire sighed, his gesture mixed in both annoyance and defeat. He should've realized today was bound to be interesting. He forced his body to relax yet one foot stepped in front of another, brought him slightly closer and inwardly made a note to talk to Tyrael. He aimed to request Tyrael to keep his guest from attacking others unless Lucilia or Uicle would have a better method to complete such a task. Still retaining a safe distant, he remained on high gaurd to interfere and separate the pair. His eyes lingered upon the pair, inwardly debated on best method that would both minimize the damage and restrain the two Naga. His mind set to call Zaad to his aid. Thankfully he didn't need to. Val, the blunt and gruff Rune Master, had leapt feet first into the heated discussion before the two vipers like creatures could tangle. Immediately she scolded both then warned them she would put them both in their place if they continued. It seemed to do the trick as the female, Mar if he remembered correctly, had slithered away. Yet not without cause for Khan to become concern. He would've over looked the matter if all there had been mere hissing and displays. His ears caught Mar's threat, a clear warning that she fully intended to carry it out regardless of the courtesy extended from the College, disregarded the Twilight college rules. Despite the accusations and verbal claims, he didn't completely condone such behavior. At least Alaira had the common sense to vent on potted plants or other such inanimate objects, even if it had made a few gargoyles grumble in grudging protest and earned Rathel's disapproval. His eyes still watched the Naga leave but another voice, feminine and gentle, had spoken. This caused Khan to break his line of sight upon Mar's retreating back to the owner, his head tilted down when he realized it came from below him. His wing stretched out and up, no longer obscured his sight as they fell on what seemed to be a she wolf. Made from a combination of ivory, stone and bright gems, his eyebrow rose in question to whom the golem belonged to. His first assumption was an intermediate student's first attempt to create a higher level golem or maybe another of Uicle's. Not aimed to be rude any farther, the Head master replied. "I believe they are called Naga. Though currently it seems they are in a bit of argument and one that is not advised. If you'll give me a moment to settle a matter, I'll introduce myself and we'll seek out you master. I'm sure he can't be far." Though the event died down he couldn't allow the Naga to wander off unwatched. Khan rose his hand up. In moments, a small metal bird fluttered to his hand and perched there lightly. One of Uicle's many spies and sentries. The small creature bobbed its head, surprisingly gentle in its grip upon Esyire's large fingers while the Head Master pulled it close and whispered instructions to report back to Uicle. It was a simple request, one he would entrust the man to fulfill: send a few spies to keep an eye on the female Naga and some Golems on standby should she become aggressive again. Inwardly Khan only hoped he was being over cautious. Next, he focused upon his knowledge of the Inferno, noted it was highly likely a small swarm ofbone impswould've been nested in the precise area at this current time of day within the Inferno, and quickly summoned a portal big enough for his hand. He it held there for a moment until something, toothy and hungry, bit down. Instantly his hand fisted about the unwise creature and jerked it into the physical realm, the small portal sealed once through. The bone imp squeaked in surprise to find its prey had trapped it. It was just over 2' tall, with red orange skin and bony tips at its bat like wing end. Twin horn curved up from the top of its narrow head, sided by pointed ears and slightly elongated neck. It was far too thin to be considered well fed, its long tail held a scorpion like stinger that had started to stab into the Esyire's fisted hand repeatedly until it drew a bit of blood. In a few hours the venom would've affected him, unless he attended to it soon, but first this creature had a message to deliver. One to the demonomancer Tyrael in regards to Mar. Once he bind the bone imp, Khan made his massage clear that if Tyrael's guest attacked a student, she would be forcibly removed and it was his responsible to ensure she didn't. With careless and rough discarded, he released the demon to flutter off to deliver the message. The Esyire wasn't sure if the creature would return alive once it managed its task. He returned his focus back to the stone wolf, no farther distractions to deal with. This time he stepped about to face her, his figure fell to one knee and rested his injured hand against his leg. Still assuming the statue had been created by one of the College's current students, he continued to look in the golem wolf's diamond eyes. His mind ignored the slight throbbing started in his hand to address her. "Well, what might your name be and to which student do you belong to? I'm Khan Jevarath, the current Head Master if you're still a young soul. Though you're a little more elegant then most intermediate students have tried to create but I admit a fine job with the craftsmanship, possibly one of our craftsmen within the school or from your master's homeland?"</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder Leith listened to Ssarak and laid back on his bed. He raised an eyebrow when the Esyire said that he was a mercenary for a time. [i[Well, he would definitely make an intimidating mercenary.[/i] He nodded when Ssarak finished his story. "Yeah, it's pretty much the same for me, except I wasn't a mercenary or anything like that." Leith sat up and gestured to himself with a smile. "I don't exactly have the build for it. I came here to learn about hydromancy."*And to see if I can find out what's making my head buzz,*he added in his mind. "Anyway, I'm going to try and get some sleep before the Opening Ceremony." He laid down on the bed and closed his eyes. As much as he wanted to, Leith was unable to fall asleep, and he knew that he wasn't going to get to sleep for a while, unfortunately. The buzzing in his head and the excitement of finally getting to the college was making his mind far too active for him to sleep. With a sigh, Leith got out of bed and went to the door. He looked back at Ssarak. "So, trying to sleep didn't work that well. I'm going to go take a look around the college, maybe find something that could help me sleep." With that, he opened the door and left the room. He walked around the college for a while and eventually ended up in the courtyard. When he got there, he saw Khan. Khan opened what looked like a hole in the air and pull a creature from it. After a few moments, Khan let the creature go, and turned to face a wolf. Interested, Leith made his way over to the Esyire and the wolf. When he got closer, he realized that the wolf was made of stone. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone in a grey cloak running up to the wolf and the headmaster. Leith noticed another person standing a bit out of the way of everyone, just watching, and for some reason, when Leith stared at the man, the buzzing in his head got a bit louder.</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Leith Calder Leith was starting to get a bit bored. Watching the people around him was definitely interesting, but without having to do something, the feast was starting to get a bit dull. With a sigh, Leith got up from the table and went to see the selection of drinks. As he headed back to his table, sipping a cooled mint juice that he had come to enjoy while he had lived with Rehm, Leith noticed a Naga, at least, he thought it was, manipulating water. When the Naga's ability quit on him, drenching the front of his shirt, Leith snorted in amusement, and accidentally inhaled some of his drink. After a few minutes of coughing and trying to get his breath back, he decided to make his way over to Naga. He walked up to the table and smiled at the Naga. "Do you mind if I sit here?" The sound of shouting took his attention away from the Naga. He was surprised when it was Khan that had shouted. He followed the Esyire's gaze and saw something that looked like a shadow disappear into another shadow.*I wonder what that was*</s> <|message|>Auriel Lavai Xyden had decided he liked the strange river-fish. He rapidly finished the previous dish and was about to reach across the table for more when someone nearby seemed to start choking. He whipped his head around to find the source of this strange noise and was greeted with the sight of a very pale human who seemed to be having trouble breathing the air. He could relate somewhat on that count, breathing above water was certainly not a pleasant thing to do, but even he had so far managed to avoid actually choking on it. For a moment he wondered whether he should help the human out by dunking his head underwater where he'd find breathing much easier. Right as he decided he should, however, the human seemed to recover. A few moments later, Xyden remembered that Surface Dwellers generally couldn't breath at all underwater anyway. With that, his fins rustled a little as if to say 'how strange' and he turned back to his food. Moments later, he suddenly heard the same human asking if it could sit next to him. It seemed his slightly disastrous display had attracted some attention after all. He looked down at the human for a moment, but before he could reply, a shout rang out across the room and there was a minor commotion that quickly ended. Xyden swung his head about quickly looking for signs of danger. When he found none, he turned back to the human and spoke. "You may sit... where you wish... Land Strider." He then picked some more of the fish and put it on his plate, tongue flicking out to savour the smell of it before once more turning to the human and asking a question of it. "Do you control the water, Land Strider?"</s> <|message|>Althalus Marik *Althalus* He wasn't sure if the Runemaster had bought his lie about having made more than a few enemies(which was true),one of them was particularly stubborn(which was also true), and that same one had connections to a Necromacer who had set a Shadow Golem to follow him(which was a lie). The greatest lies always had at least a little bit of truth in them, after all. She had created the Rune for him easily enough, but she didn't seem to quite believe him. Maybe he was just being paranoid. But she had seemed doubtful, and that made him nervous. He had no idea who had sent the Golem, why, or what connections they had. Maybe the dwarf would mention it to them and whoever had created the Golem would put two and two together and go into more..direct methods of getting whatever they want from Mar. Thus, as he walked from the Runemaster to the Feast(following the flow of students to the Dining Hall), he occasionally glanced behind his back, and kept a hand near his hidden knives. There wasn't a room for him to put down all of his arms and armor, so he was still carrying it around. And besides. Trusting in the College's protection was well and good, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Althalus let out a small sigh of relief when he saw the doors to the Dining Hall, and spotted Mar. A small grin crossed his face at the state of her dress, and the looks she was getting from the students. Especially the boys. Before he could go over there and make a suitable remark, the demon from before stepped out. Tyrael, Althalus remembered. Rather than interrupt the meeting conversation between the two of them, Althalus moved where Mar could see him and waved in an attemp to draw her eyes. When she was finally looking at him, he gave her a self-satsified smirk, mouthing 'Got it'. It was a small thing, about the size of coin. It was carved onto a piece of wood, which was rectangular and small. Easily hidden in a pocket..or whatever the Naga used for pockets. Replacing it in his own pocket, Althalus gestured to the Dining Hall. If she wanted the rune, she'd have to go into Feast herself. He certainly wasn't waiting around while she chatted with her friendly killing machine. Walking into the Hall with a final parting wave, Althalus entered just in time to see a Forest Elf shoving a candlestick into another Demons face. As the demon was drawing back his claws to impale the girl, and Althalus was drawing a knife from his armor to throw, the Esyire at the head of table bellowed at the demon, who was apparently Zaad. The demon immediately stopped, and Althalus warily sheathed his knife as Zaad retreated into the shadows, the girl sticking her tongue out at him and returning to her meal, a smile on her face. Well of course, Althalus couldn't just leave that be, could he? Walking over and sitting down, he grinned at her. "Not sure if you're crazy or not, but you're certainly lucky. Then again, I've also been called a crazy lucky bastard on occasion. I'm Althalus."</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder Leith chuckled at what the Naga called him. "Land Strider... I've been called many things, but Land Strider, that's new." He looked at the Naga closely. He didn't look like the Naga that he had heard about, but he had the simmilar qualities of a Naga. Going with what he looked like and what he had called him. Leith came up with a guess of where the Naga had come from. "I never knew that there were Naga in the ocean. The only Naga I've heard about were the ones that looked similar to humans. And to answer your question, yes, I do control water. I noticed your little," he coughed into his fist as he remembered his little coughing fit before continuing. "Exercise and decided to come over." He put his hand over his cup and pulled a bubble of the juice out of the cup. It stayed there for a moment before dropping back into the cup, splashing some of the juice out of the cup and onto the table. Leith stared at the spilled juice with a dejected look on his face. "Aww...I was trying not to spill anything." He looked back at the Naga. "My name's Leith, by the way," he said as he held his hand out to the Naga.</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Auriel Lavai Xyden had almost given up on finding Leith when fate itself seemed to intervene, depositing the Land Strider before him such that he almost slithered right into him and bowled him over. He stopped moments before that happened, but it seemed to him to be proof of the justness of his cause, however grim it may be. The Leith Land Strider questioned his armour, as he had expected. He rarely wore the imposing and vicious shaped armour as it held no purpose in the safe confines of the college, and even more rarely carried his large bladed trident as he had observed that his strength, fangs and constricting coils outmatched the meagre natural defenses of the majority of Surface Dwellers. He had prepared for this line of questioning, and he delivered his prepared story on cue, relying on the fact that many still considered him something of an enigma to lend it credence. "There are many Surface Dwellers… gathering before the bastions of this place… as though to invade…" He still spoke haltingly as his unusually shaped mouth would never allow for perfect use of the common tongue, but he was at least more familiar with the language than when he had arrived. "The air is permeated… with the stench of fear… and mistrust… I am prepared… should relations… break down." He knew that the armies were not here to fight, but how could Surface Dwellers be trusted not to give into their hatred of one another? They were rash and emotional beings that often acted without thinking. "Leith… I require your… favor…" He began. It had been difficult to make this fit with his story, and he was hoping the Land Strider didn't question it much. "I need you… to find the staff that are not... tending to the armies… Tell them… I have found Land Striders… that smell... of the armies… on the other side of the college." He did not know the word for it, but he was implying heavily with his tone that they were not supposed to be there. This was, of course, a lie, as was what came next. "I am tracking the scent… of more… of these outsider Land Striders… to where they should not be… and cannot divert or I will… lose the trail…" Xyden only hoped that this would be sufficient for Leith to rouse the suspicions and draw away the remaining teachers. Then his path to Marya would be clear, Xanaphya willing.</s> <|message|>Greyson 'Grey' Onyx **Grey Onyx** Grey was always amazed by the versatility of this office. It seemed that every time he came in here the room was re-purposed into something else. Office, med-bay, kitchen, laundry room, botanical garden (Actually, it was always a garden at the same time), Sauna, bakery, and even a dungeon one time. There was an operating table in the center of the room, and Lucilia had asked him to lie on it. And he did. He was always good at following orders.**"Y'know, I've been thinking."**He said as he waited for Lucilia to be done preparing.**"I think chasing Zaad is pointless. I mean, if he was really dangerous Khan wouldn't let him wander around, right? No, about the worst I ever see hiim do is the odd prank. Even my arm here was just an accident and was more my fault than anything..."**He said. He didn't really need an answer, he was just voicing his thoughts. As he finished, Lucilia had asked him if he needed anything for the pain**"Heh, do your worst..."**He said confidently. He was no stranger to pain. Unbeknownst to him, this was a result of his uniue physiology. It wasn't that he didn't feel pain, that would be a disadvantage. No, he was merely aware of all but the worst pain, allowing him to know when he's in physical danger while also being almost immune to physical torture.</s>

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

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Alaira Taenn **Alaira Taenn** Alaira... didn't really know what had happened. At first, she walked out of the tent, and then... There was this guy, laying in a cot. He had said quite possibly the worst pickup line she had ever heard. Now, she*hated*it when people hit on her, and (most likely owing to the very stressful series of events she had endured) she felt extremely angry. Without really thinking, she tried to strike the man. However, the blow was knocked off target somehow, and she ended up on top of him, no damage to his head. At that point, their eyes locked. For whatever reason, she was more or less frozen. As she looked into his eyes she saw... sadness. But for what? It was at that point that he commented on her eyes. She blushed for a moment, in confusion.*Wha? B-but I just tried to break his damn nose!*She thought, flustered. She slapped him, quite hard. But his expression remained unchanged. Oh come on! How many things would be unfazed when she hit them!? She decided it would be wise to get the hell off of him. **"Wh-who the hell do you think you are, anyway?!"**She said, still blushing.**"I hit you! that means cut it the hell out!"**She said. Well, this was embarrassing. She knew that Lucilia would find some way to blackmail her with this nonsense...</s> <|message|>Cynn Ellime **Locas Jule** Well, 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. Locas 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. "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." He 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. "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...?"</s> <|message|>Lucilia Riovas, Master Herbamancy Professor (College Title), Owner of Scarlet Traveler (Trade Caravan & Occupation Title), Sanguine Rose (Alias in Vampire society) Annabeth Gulch After 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."** Lucilia Riovas ***"Oi."*** Lucilia 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. Before 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. Being a servant of Aarem came with it's benefits, despite what others may think. Lucilia 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.</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder 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. While 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. He 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. "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."</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Cynn Ellime **Cynn Ellime** "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. "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?"</s> <|message|>Meirin Kurenai or just Mei 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?"**</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder 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. "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?"</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Leith Calder Leith had been wandering around the stalls for a while, finding some interesting games here and there. He paused as he found a game that centred around Hydromancy. There was a row of hoops. One row had a large hoop a small distance away from the counter. The empty space if the hoop was large. As the row progressed, the number of hoops increased, and the middle started to shrink. The man at the stall smiled as Leith drew closer. "Welcome to my game! If you're a Hydromancer, this game will be challenging. If you aren't, It'll be nigh impossible. The point of this game is to shoot a stream of water through the hoops. Shooting a stream through the first hoop will get you half your money back, but you must stop to receive your money." The man started walking down the row. "As you progress, the shots will get harder and harder, obviously, and your prize will get larger. If you complete the last challenge" the man said as he stopped at a series of large disks that had holes the size of a gold coin placed off centre. "You will win the grand prize of thirty gold coins. It is six silver to play. No runes that boost Hydromancy are allowed here. Do you want to play?" Leith nodded as he reached for his coin purse. When he couldn't find it, he felt the blood drain from his face before he remembered that he had dropped it off at his room along with the runes that he had picked up from Val. Leith smiled at the man. "I'll be back." With that, Leith spun on his heel and hurried towards his room. He was amazed at how many demons were standing guard. They were everywhere, and he had to take car not to bump into the statue-like demons. As he was making his way down a hallway, he noticed someone walk past a door and stop before reaching in and closing it.*Well that was a nice gesture,*Leith thought as he hurried past the door that was just closed. A cry for help from behind the closed door stopped him in his tracks. Leith turned to look at the door before walking up to it. He noticed a demon not that far away laughing. He raised an eyebrow before opening the door to find... Nobody. Leith was stumped. He was sure that he had heard someone call for help in this room. He looked back at the laughing demon, thinking that it had thrown its voice or something. The demon noticed Leith looking at it and pointed somewhere at Leith's feet. Confused, Leith looked down, but found nothing. He looked behind him had found a bed. He had a moment of clarity and looked under the bed. Sure enough, there was somebody under the bed. "So that's why it was laughing," Leith mused to out loud as he looked at the white-haired elf. "Did you call for help?"</s> <|message|>Khan Avrea Jevarath Lidda Lidda 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. When 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. If 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. When 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." Her 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." Khan Khan 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. It 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. "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. The 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.</s> <|message|>Cynn Ellime **Cynn Ellime** Luckily 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. "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.</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder 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. "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?"</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Annabeth Gulch Annabeth Gultch **"Oh, of course Lidda. Um... I guess this is good night. I hope you enjoy your stay at the college, sir."**Annabeth bowed one more time towards Lidda's father and the ambassador from Eania. She could hardly believe it, and had many questions to ask, such as why Lidda was in that form, just how she related to her father, what they were doing out here, and so many more. But Annabeth did as Lidda suggested and went off to find her friends. Annabeth continued to wonder around the college, her thoughts no longer on Lidda but now on her friends. She hasn't seen Ssarak since she tried to give her gifts to Mar and Athalus. She was also certain that Haklo was no where to be seen; even though she scarcely had much interaction with him, he left a fairly pleasant impression on her. But all her thoughts came back to Cynn. It had been quite some time since their little tiff, and now Annabeth was starting to regret blowing up at her like she did. Granted, Annabeth had no intention of telling her the full story yet, but she needed to at least apologize. Annabeth guessed that Cynn was still in their room, given that she was still in no condition to do much other strenuous activities as far as Annabeth knew. Deciding to try to make peace with her roommate, Annabeth brought some snacks, souvenirs, and other treats for Cynn. It was unnerving with how many demons were around. She had heard that the demonmancy teacher had left to go gather more demons to guard the college, but she couldn't even throw a stone without hitting a demon (Hypothetically speaking). More so since they were so quiet and unmoving; she'd expect this sort of thing form golems, not demons. From her experience, demons were wild, free-spirited creatures who did whatever they wanted, up to and including causing a ruckus. Seeing them just standing around waiting made her worry that they were up to something. Still, the demonmancy teacher was pretty good at keeping them in line, and more than likely they're only here as a show of force against the two nations who had pretty much gathered their own armies outside of the college. Still unnerving. Annabeth walked up to her dorm room, opening it up and closing it with one swift movement.**"Cynn, I'm ba.... Ah? Where are you?"**Annabeth noticed that the room was empty. Some of Cynn's things were scattered about, telling Annabeth that she was here. But no sign of the girl herself. Annabeth set down her things onto her desk and looked around the room, thinking that Cynn might have just been in the other rooms.**"Cynn? Are you here?"** Tyrael Marchrosias Tyrael went on a bit more about the Naga and some on the Ravine, caught up in the moment as he pleasantly chatted with Khan. As the night winded down many of the guest began leaving, and indeed Tyrael himself was feeling a mite tired from the Inferno. He'd like time to rest up and get ready for the next day, as well as organizing all these demons to find his daughter and generally make use of them. When Khan left the table Tyrael got up shortly after before he was stopped by someone. It was Satori, who had slight disturbed look on her face. Tyrael couldn't really call Satori a friend, and her own reputation left much to be desired, but he supposed that he could try to lend a hand to his fellow teacher and ask her what was wrong. If she didn't already know that he was about to ask and spoke anyways.**"I have sensed a... Great disturbance. Many of these minds have shielded themselves suddenly, but even than I detect traces of... Evil. Pure evil. Tyrael, I need to ask you, where do your new demons come from? How long have you had them?"** Lucilia Riovas After the meeting with the Eysire, Lucilia had little time to rest as more people showed up to speak to her, as well as herself searching for those she wanted to arrange things with. Despite some unpleasant business that at one point involved Lucilia having someone escorted out of the feast, it was a rather productive night. Hours ticked off as the crowd soon thinned out. If she had to guess, it was about two, maybe three hours before midnight. Many other vampires and creatures of the night will still be active, as would Lucilia. First she'd need to arrange quarters for Dirssi and her company. They'd have to move into the common house, but that aside Lucilia wasn't even going to touch on investigating Ssarak until she finalized the deals for the college, as well as reported to Khan about Xyden. It was than that Lucilia stopped in her track and rubbed her eyes.**"I forgot to inform Khan about the incident... I suppose I should go find him. Hopefully he's already been told and I can arrange a meeting with him about it..."**Lucilia faintly remembered seeing him leave the dinning hall, but did not know which door he left from. But she figured that he'd be heading to his private chambers, so she headed in that direction hoping that their paths would cross each other. Norschtalen Norschtalen had to bide her time. Despite the fox's help, she couldn't get an audience with Khan as he was constantly busy, or otherwise unavailable. Even at the feast she couldn't approach as the other vampire Lucilia would have spotted her, and no doubt would have involved herself with Norschtalen's business between her and Khan. And Khan never left the table due to the demon teacher, forcing her to wait the entire feast for Khan to leave, which he only did to retire to his room. Not the best moment, but the only one she had. She followed the head master with two drinks which she wanted to share with him. As she approached, she called out to him.**"Headmaster! Oh headmaster, please wait a moment!"**Norschtalen caught up with the demonmancer not too far away from where the feast was held.</s> <|message|>Cynn Ellime **Cynn Ellime** Soon 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. Soon 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.</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder 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. A 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.* Leith 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.</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Meirin Kurenai or just Mei 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?"**</s> <|message|>Annabeth Gulch Annabeth Gulch Annabeth 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.</s> <|message|>Greyson 'Grey' Onyx **Grey Onyx** *THUD* **"Hugh! T-the hells your -Ach- problem? D-d-don't you, know -Urk- who I am?!"** Grey 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.* **"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. With 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."**</s> <|message|>Cynn Ellime **Cynn Ellime** That 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. "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. *Alright, when this is over,*she thought.*I'm going to get a lighter bed frame* As 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.</s> <|message|>Annabeth Gulch Annabeth Gulch So 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..."** It 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."**</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder 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." He 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. He 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. "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.</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Meirin Kurenai or just Mei "Twist, turn, coil, and release!" Meirin burst forward with a large gust of wind. The back blast was strong enough to knock over a few wooden training dummies. More impressively, despite how much power was put into it, Meirin was able to swiftly maneuver around the obstacles she set up in front of herself. A series of barrels, boxes, and other things to get in her way a she spend past them using her boost of magic. She was moving much faster than her body normally can, and if anyone else tried to go at her speed they'd either fall unconscious at the sheer force or even get their skinned ripped off. It didn't happen to Meirin however because she had been taking these past two months training her Weaving Magic. She actually had put a lot more time into her studies now, and even took up some Alchemy to learn how to make medicines and healing salves, if people get hurt again. The secret to Meirin's speed and durability was two gestures that she learned. One was merely a more powerful form of her wind blast weaving technique that was strong enough to propel herself, and another was a different variant of a Vitamancy weaving technique. While Meirin already knew one that could rejuvenate the energy in her body, this new one strengthen her skin. What it did was harden her skin and made it more tense. This served a few functions; first and most obviously it made her body a little bit harder to harm. Second was that, due to her muscles tensing together, it also closed any wounds on her body and stops bleeding for the duration of the spell. However due to how tight her muscles contracted, moving was difficult and took a considerable amount of effort. Effort that Meirin was putting into overcoming the initial weakness of the technique. The bandages and cuts on her body showed that her training did not start off perfectly, but over the two months she had largely gotten rid of her new technique's stiffness and could not utilize it's defensive ability without losing her mobility. A little help with her improved wind blast spell also contributed to creating a new technique that Meirin was now practicing. It was simply a charge, using her wind blast to give her a large initial burst of speed. She than use smaller and quick hand gestures to shoot off small burst of wind to steer herself, though she largely just used her own body to dodge and navigate around most obstacles. She used the wind blast to help her with more deft-defying stunts, like running up a wall or falling off a wall. She wasn't just running however; she had set up specific targets that she needed to hit during each run, and missing one was considered a fail. So far she had a rather high accuracy; no missed targets and she always made sure to put as much power as she could to behind each hit. That meant that most of the targets, whether they were wooden signs or metal plates, had fist-shaped holes in them if not shattered in half. Now Meirin sat on a bench wrapping up her hands. Turns out hitting wooden signs and metal plates can damage your fists, though there was nothing broken, just a bit bloody and bruised. "I think that's enough for now." Meirin got up and collected her things before leaving the gymnasium. "Now than, where did Ssarak go?"</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose For a moment, Ssarak was silent. He took in a deep breath, released it, then repeated. His heart rate slowed back to normal levels and his heightened blood flow calmed down. He had not needed to exert himself too particularly hard, but nevertheless, relaxing outside in the fresh air was soothing, more times than not. He had just finished a sparring session with Alaira, who he had been helping recover over the past few months. Given the state her body was still in, she was considerably more exhausted than himself, but she was improving every day. Alaira had sacrificed quite a lot to save the lives of Mar, Althalus, and their child, Lyn, so he felt it only right that he help her recover. After all, he had quite a bit of experience in combat training, and had dealt with physical therapy for injured warriors. When it came to building up health and physical fitness, one might even consider him an expert. With all that had happened over the past few months, Ssarak had been quite busy, and unbelievably stressed. The situation with Dirssi had brought up more pain, more bad memories than he had ever hoped to feel again. It reminded him of his own weaknesses and failures. Were it not for those closest to him, he would undoubtedly be dead by now. Even through it all, though, he still managed to keep up with most of his responsibilities. It was fortunate that the college allowed him to keep up with his classes while they considered Dirssi's claims, and he even managed to attend his private lessons with Satori on a mostly regular schedule. All of that combined with the physical therapy sessions with Alaira meant he had been used to having little free time. That was only now starting to change, though with the implications of the attack a few months beforehand, he doubted the reprieve would be permanent. Turning his attention back to reality, Ssarak stood up and stretched out his muscles. He approached Alaira, observing her carefully to see what kind of state she was in. No one, of course, wanted their body to be damaged to the point that it lost functionality, but he felt that it was particularly bad for Alaira. Fighting was a large part of who she was; it was almost a defining trait of her personality. While she did not have the same wartime experience as himself, she poured a lot of effort into improving her fighting abilities. To be injured as she was, to have her body unable to perform in quite the same way as it did before, was no doubt torturous to her and her pride. Even if he disagreed with everything she believed in regards to war and fighting, he still respected how selflessly she could act when the situation demanded it. For that reason, he would see her recovery through to the end. "The rate of your improvement seems to be increasing. That is good, but as always, I feel I need to remind you not to over-exert yourself. In a recovery stage like this, your health is still fragile. You could still regress if you push yourself too hard. Be sure to get some rest. Our schedule's permitting, we can have another session tomorrow. Perhaps not sparring again, though. It has been a while since we worked on your legs, and it can be unwise to skip those exercises." Ssarak suggested.</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder Leith jerked awake with a snort, a piece of paper stuck to the side of his face. Quickly, he peeled the paper off his cheek and looked around the room to see if anyone had seen that.*They probably heard it, though,*he realized, but luckily there was no one around to see that he was the one who had made that noise. He looked at the old book sitting on the table in front of him and sighed. It appeared that he had fallen asleep in the library again. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and got up to put the book back where he had found it, taking his notes with him. In addition to his classes and being part of the Investigation Squad, Leith had begun some intensive research on demons and Demonmancers, learning anything that he could about the creatures. He had sat in on a couple of Tyrael's Demonmancy classes, but mostly he had done his research in the library. It had paid off, too. Not only had he found information on demons, but he had discovered an interesting ritual involving something called 'Totems.' As he tried to learn more on the subject of these Totems, he discovered that they were only mentioned in the books that look like they've been there for many, many years. Brushing the thoughts of his research out of his mind, Leith left the library and headed towards his room to put his notes away. He chuckled when he noticed a group of students distance themselves from him as he approached. Over the six months before the attack, some people believed that he was a vampire, which made no sense to him since he only had one trait related to vampires; albinism, and even that wasn't pure albinism. Now, people avoided him because of his hand. The gauntlet that had fused to his hand had basically crushed it, from what he was told, so it was really his hand now. He had to go through the process of relearning his grip strength since the gauntlet had affected how hard his grip was. He had to also learn how to do write and do basic things with his left hand. He looked at the shaky-looking scrawl of his notes. His writing was starting to look more legible. He frowned. It wasn't the worst, but it could be better. As he was contemplating his writing ability of his left hand, his foot caught on something and sent him sprawling to the floor. His notes went everywhere, and when he pulled himself off the ground, he chuckled at the sight of his papers all over the floor. With a sigh, he started the process of picking up his papers and making sure he didn't miss any.</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Greyson 'Grey' Onyx **Grey Onyx** Grey noticeably soured at the mention of the new guards.**"Those things aren't human, they can't be... Some of us are still around you know, the organized ones left but there's about a couple dozen freelancers like myself still here."**He explained, though it was clear he didn't want to talk about the subject right now. He listened to Meirin speak of her training. Interesting magic, weaving. It was so different from the other types...**"You guys never cease to amaze me. I mean, you all stuck around, and you aren't even bound by contract! Not that I'd ever consider abandoning any of you."**He said, pride obvious in his voice. These little chats always reminded him that the people here were worth protecting, that he'd made a good choice in applying here. Soon however, one of those false guards had come for the two of them, apparently they were to report to lucilia... ***Later...*** It was... a lot to take in. Evidently, Lucilia was sending the students out to take care of what was likely a group of renegade mages, and he was attached to keep them safe. Part of him was somewhat satisfied, he was far better as a personal bodyguard than a patrol guard. But, he had several misgivings about the company... there was Leith, who was actually quite friendly, but had that relic of demonic origin attached to his arm. He didn't trust it. There was Athalus, the one who ordered the crossbow. it might just be paranoia, but the guy seemed like the sort of man who was always up to no good. Mar... Mar needed no explanation. She was abrasive and had these alien values he simply didn't understand. And Coco... At first, Coco creeped him out, but at this point he found the girl adorable. He walked out to the gate, seeing Athalus was already there, which was good, he'd gotten there early. He waved, but tripped on a loose stone as one of his belt pouches fell to the ground, coming open and scattering papers everywhere.**"Gods... Can you help me gather these?"**he said, as he rosed, rubbing at his arm as he set about picking them up. They were wanted posters of various criminals he'd collected. While he was no bounty hunter, he liked to familiarize himself with prominent ne'er do wells, so that he'd know what people to look out for on the job. Most of them came from Djarkel, and more than half of them came from a nasty little place by the name of port slaughter, most of which were worthless as they were renditions of disguises most of the gods-damn time.</s> <|message|>Colette Filiatraut Colette She was surprised and shocked when Lucilia called her and some other people and was even more shocked when she received news that she was going on a mission. She pondered it as she went back to her room getting anything she needed for the trip when she froze. "Oh god what happens if I dont have access to blood" she thought not knowing as a full vampire she now had control over her blood lust. She took deep breaths and forced herself to relax "I will have to try controlling it during the mission. She made sure her things were prepared grabbing her cage of bats that were begging for her attention by their usual screeches. She slowly left looking back at her beloved room before leaving completely. She meet with the others and quickly got nervous at seeing unfamiliar faces ahead of her. The fear that they would look at her with disgust and hatred like others have in her past quickly filled her mind but she forced herself to stay there so they could head out for the mission</s> <|message|>Coco Bean **Coco Bean** ... Her leaves rustled the moment she recognized the words.*Forest of Symphony*. That was her home. And rogue mages were in there, doing Xiah-knows-what. When the briefing was done and her decision was made, she looked like a cactus. A rather... Soft and brightly colored cactus, that was for sure, but her leaves surely stood on end, sharper than they had ever been in her life before. With maybe the exception of the demon attack... And the time the Syphis hunted her... And that time she accidentally touched something she wasn't supposed to touch on a fleshling. She didn't have much in the way of material possessions, and the only one of such things she truly cared about, was the spear that Alaira had given to her, months ago. She grabbed it as soon as she had reached her spot in the gardens. It had been leaning against the wall of the overgrown cottage, with a small box of clothing next to it. She dug through the wooden box and pulled out a pair of leather pauldrons. She tied the pauldrons to her shoulders, carefully placing them over her delicate and fully blossomed shoulder pads, with laces that went down her chest and all the way around her ribcage. When both pauldrons were secure, she grabbed the spear and straightened her back. She rolled her shoulders a bit, then turned around and leaned against the wall. Her leaves pressed themselves against her head and neck, left hand fingers brushing against the smooth surface of her communication rune. Then she walked. Minutes, accompanied by the silence of the gardens and then the stares she felt from other students, passed. She found herself nearing the West Gate, as instructed, where she was able to pick up several familiar scents. Grey was the first one. She hadn't talked to him enough, and she was always curious about fleshlings. Plus, it seemed like a good time to socialize and take her mind away from the Forest, Foreas and the Great Tree. **"Oh! Grey, right?"**Coco said, in her uniquely chipper way, even though the rune wasn't able to change its voice's tone, her body language was another thing.**"And..."**she flicked a finger at the pointy metal end of the spear,**"you're collecting papers? What are they about? You're a Guard, right? I know you were there in the briefing. So why is a Guard coming with us?"** She knelt down near Grey and put her hand on one of the papers, then grabbed the page and passed it to Grey, hand soon free to wave Althalus a greeting. As silent as the man was, Coco had learned to recognize his scent. **"Actually, that's a silly question,"**She muttered, then perked up, facing Grey,**"have you ever visited the Forest of Symphony?"**And there she went again, mind back to home and its troubles.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak pulled tight the straps on his armor, being sure each plate was well-secured to his body. There had been no question that he was accept the escort mission, regardless of the danger, so he went straight to preparing himself. It had been recently repaired, so it was in good condition. Before grabbing his weapon, he looked up at his axe in its now-permanent resting place mounted on his wall. The weapon he had carried for so long was broken in two in the middle of the haft. While it was true that he could have potentially repaired it, he had resolved that it was time for a new weapon. Besides, he did not place too much importance on an object's sentimental value. Even if it had belonged to his father, it was just an axe that carried no more importance than what he wanted to ascribe to it. His new weapon was two handed as well, with a head that had a hammer on one side, an axe on the other, and a spike in the middle. As a result, he could use it for cutting and bludgeoning. The spike was not something he would use quite as often, as it would be unwieldy as a spear, but it had its uses. He secured it into place on his back, then stored his helmet in his backpack along with some of his other supplies. He planned to wear it while on the road, but there was no reason to have it on while inside the college...or at least he hoped there would not be. He had everything he would need for the mission, so he made his way downstairs and into the courtyard, where he, Meirin, Alaira, and Darius were meant to meet the caravan driver .As it seemed he or she had not yet arrived, Ssarak took a seat on a nearby bench to rest before they set out.</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder Leith raised his eyebrows when Lucilia mentioned the Forest of Symphony. It had been close to where he had lived five years prior to coming to the college. Maybe he could go pay his respects while he was there. When the group was dismissed, Leith nodded and waited for Althalus to leave before he left. Once in his room, Leith grabbed the sword that he picked during the demon attack. It now had a sccabard to rest in. He also picked up the pair of runes that he had commissioned from Val. He looked around his side of the room to see if he missed anything.*I think that's everything. I should get-*he paused as he glanced at the trinket sized Saphira Sword.*That could come in handy.*Without another thought, Leith took Saphira Sword, put it in his pack, and left for the west gate. He arrived at the west gate to a scene that looked unusually familiar. Grey had dropped several papers onto the ground and was picking them up. Coco was there, helping Grey pick up the papers. A small gust of wind blew a couple of the papers towards Leith, so he bent down and picked them up. He looked at them and saw that they were wanted posters. He smiled as he looked at the illustrations. They were well made, but they didn't help much with identifying who it was since they were illustrations of disguises. He shuffled through them and frowned when he saw one of them. The drawing was of a mask that he had seen before. He shot a glance at Grey and saw that he was still picking up papers and not looking his way. He pocketed the familiar wanted poster before handing the other posters to Grey. "This has been the second time I've picked dropped papers off the ground today. I wonder if it'll happen again."</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak did not have any more to add about the mission itself, but he did want to make sure Lucilia understood how much of a danger Alaria could be. She certainly had the potential to be a productive and helpful ally, but only if she could learn temperance in her actions. Ssarak nodded his head, but before they took their leave, he gave one final comment. "Very well, and thank you, but you should be cautious with Alaira. She is an excellent fighter, but she is not an excellent warrior. Her skills will serve her well in one-on-one duels, or perhaps against a small group, depending on the skill of the enemy, but for anything more, she will be a liability. Her judgment could break allied formations, or otherwise give the enemy opportunities to exploit. If she were a warrior of my clan, she would not be allowed on the battlefield. Her skill in the mechanics of fighting is great, true, but if she is ever in a position that places the lives of others in her hands, she may very well get them killed. She needs more training, but, well, you saw her reaction towards me. It will have to be another who persuades her." Ssarak warned. As Ssarak was about to leave the office, he noticed Lyn's basket still on the floor. Evidently, Alaira had taken her away before she could grab it. He notified Lucilia that he would take it to her, then left with Meirin. Once out in the hall, and sufficiently far from the office, Ssarak stopped to talk with Meirin. He let out a sign, his overall expression showing at least some measure of relief. After the stress they had been through over the past few days, it was calming to know that he had more responsibilities ahead of him for time being. At least, nothing aside from the daily routine. "I suppose that went as well as it could have. Satori will bring forward word of Lucilia's transgressions in regards to Lyn, and hopefully, Lucilia will still heed our warning on Alaira. Since we did not say anything about Lyn, she will not have any particular reason to be angry with us. For now, I am simply glad to be free of these burdens. With all of that out of the way...I am looking forward to being able to spend time with you, without all of the stress and danger looming over us. Right now, I would like to bring this basket to Lyn, and perhaps do a favor for her as well. I was speaking to Lyn before, as you likely gathered. She is very developed for her age, her mind even moreso than her body. She has been worried about the depression plaguing her mother recently, and wants to talk to her. It is something she has never been able to do before, and I would like to help her. You do not have to come if you do not wish to, of course, but I would be happy to have you along. Even if you cannot read Lyn's mind, I am sure you could help. You do have a way of touching others' hearts. Though, hopefully not in the same way as mine." Ssarak said, giving a chuckle and a warm smile.</s> <|message|>E'nasha Williams E'nasha Williams E'nasha was pretty quiet as she went with the group back to the college, not really knowing what she could say anyway. When they got back, E'nasha wanted to go looking for El'kan right away, but decided it would probably be better to find whoever's in charge and tell them why she and El'kan were even there. She was a little surprised when the dwarf offered a reward to her along with the rest of the group. Sure she had helped them, but not that much right? She took a yellow ring, because it seemed the simplest of the choices, but also the most useful to her. She wondered if it would work on finding people as well as items, and decided to test it later with El'kan. She laughed a little at the scene between the two elves, and was about to ask one of the remaining group members for help, when one of them beat her to it. She introduced herself as Annabeth before running off, and the next girl that spoke to her was called Colette. "I'm E'nasha, nice to meet you too. I suppose going to Lucilia first would be best, if she's busy I'll take you up on that tour though."</s> <|message|>Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name) Aramir Aramir walked through the halls of the College, relieved to be back inside its walls and relatively safe from fears both imagined and real. There certainly wouldn't be any giant birds hunting her down any time soon, the College was practically constantly filled with noise, and shadows were always beat back by the torches. Not to mention, she had a new ring that would keep at bay any darkness long enough for her to find a more permanent solution. It wasn't hard for her to figure out where Auriel was going. There was only one place sure to be empty and have a lockable door, after all, and that was their room. The Snow Elf easily weaved through the groups of students, guards, and golems. Dodging the wayward staff or shin or sword sheathe was a second nature to her by now and she didn't pay the least bit attention to the various times she was nearly knocked over by those much bigger than her. Finally reaching the door to their room, Aramir tested the handle and was relieved to find that the door was still unlocked. She opened the door and shut it behind her quietly. Her eyes found Auriel, sulking, and she couldn't help smiling and shaking her head. It was slightly endearing to see Auriel go from shrieking rage to quiet sulk, much like a wildfire dying out. "Auriel." She called softly as she walked closer. "I have some good news and bad news." When she was finally within the Forest Elf's sight she pulled out the candy and shook it gently, the ring she had accidentally gotten while down Auriel's shirt glinting in the light(not that Aramir seemed to be aware of it). "This candy can make you appear normal until the rune of anti-thievery runs out and you naturally return to normal. An illusion candy I believe Rurik called it. That's the good news." Aramir smirked, a teasing tone entering her voice. "The bad news is I'm not entirely sure you'll learn your lesson if I just give it to you and allow you to take the short route to becoming normal. So you'll have to convince me it's a good idea to give it to you."</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder Leith was surprised that he had startled Alaira. It was a good thing, he mused, that Lyn was there. Considering that startling a half elf with the reputation of being violent sounded like a death wish. He made a note not to walk up on Alaira when she wasn't paying attention in the future as he prefered not being bruised and beaten. He listened as Alaira told him what her and Lyn were doing. "The gardens, hmm? That sounds nice." Leith chuckled at Lyn's gesture for him to join them. "Well, I've got nothing better to do. Let's go." He smiled at Lyn when her stomach growled. "But let's pick something up from Dining Hall first. Actually, now that I mention it, I'm starving." He looked at Alaira and made a sweeping gesture with his left hand. "Lead the way."</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Meirin Kurenai or just Mei Meirin Kurenai Ssarak had chosen a nice place in the gardens. Meirin didn't terribly mind sitting in the grass; her dress was almost the same color, so any stains would be unnoticeable. As she sat down Meirin handed him the cupid roses. "These are for you. Cupid Roses... They symbolize the growth of a budding romance." Immediately Meirin's face turned red. She felt foolish simply explaining what Cupid Roses were for. She just laughed it off and handed it off to Ssarak, gladly accepting a cup of wine. Perhaps a few drinks would allow her to relax. There were also food which Ssarak had brought with him. Steamed vegetables, a fruit platter, and some sort of stew with mushrooms. Not a lot of meat, but Meirin was fine with that; meat was a rare commodity back at the monastery and even now Meirin eats a lot of greens out of habit. her stomach growled, reminding her that she hasn't eaten anything yet. Eager to chow down Meirin was about to ask Ssarak for a bowl when she felt something hit her head. It wasn't a physical pain however, but a mental one. One that she knew too well. "Oh my... I shouldn't have sat down so quickly, I'm a little dizzy..." But in truth it was Meirin's narcolepsy acting up. Before she came to the college it was a constantly plague, but now she has been taking medicine to fight it. But she's been taking a bit more then usual and they still peak out at times. She hasn't actually fallen asleep for a very long time, but that was due taking her medicine regularly. Not wanting her condition to worsen Meirin would need to take another pill. So casually, Meirin took her plate that Ssarak had given her, eating a few bites and taking some sips from her wine. Occasionally she would reach into her purse to grab a napkin to wipe her mouth, but she was also sneaking some pills. Of course it wouldn't be hard for Ssarak to notice that Meirin was doing this, even if he doesn't read her mind. Meirin wasn't trying to be sneaky, rather she was simply trying not to make a big fuss about it. And wanting to distract him from questioning Meirin spoke. "By the way Ssarak, I noticed that you spoke to some other Eysire at the feast. Mind if I ask what you spoke to them about?"</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Though Meirin seemed embarrassed by it, Ssarak was glad that she had explained why she had given him the roses. Giving another flowers was an unfamiliar tradition to him, seeing as there were no flowers to give in his homeland. It was a custom that he would be sure to keep in mind for the future. He gladly accepted them, and smiled in thanks while she got herself situated. Ssarak of course noticed Meirin's uneasiness as she sat down. Her condition was something that was actually easy to forget about as of late, since her medicine was rather effective at mitigating the symptoms. He was already well-aware of her narcolepsy, so there was no need for him to ask if she was alright. Rather, he just addressed her question. "They were representatives of the Scorched Lands. Uicle asked me to speak to them, to gather information. What I learned from them does have rather dire implications for my homeland, but...well, there is no reason to worry about it at this very moment. I think we both deserve to be able to just...ignore these stresses, if only for a moment." Pausing a moment, Ssarak looked around at the garden surrounding them, closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath. "This place has such vibrance, does it not? So full of life. Plants are a rarity in the Scorched Lands, and none have the color of these. I remember the first time I saw a forest. The caravan driver nearly abandoned me for how many times I stopped and stared in awe at every tree or plant." Along with the many flowers and other plants, the garden had its share of bees, butterflies, and other insect life. Most insects tended to be annoying, more than anything, but from what Ssarak gathered, butterflies were a welcomed guest in most outings. Being simple-minded creatures, most insects were not difficult for a psychomancer to manipulate, at least not individually. Spotting one flying nearby, he held out his finger in front of Meirin, then compelled the colorful creature to land on it. "When a butterfly first landed on me, I actually started flailing my arm trying to get it off of me." He added with a chuckle. "I thought it was going to inject me with some manner of poison. Harmless creatures, even insects, are a rarity in my homeland. I am much more familiar with this place now, but I am sure it will not be long before I do something to completely embarrass myself in front of you. Do not worry, you have my permission to laugh, when it comes." Ssarak said with a grin.</s> <|message|>Lyn Marik Lyn Lyn was still coughing when she padded out of the kitchens as the earlier fire was finally smothered, all thanks to the combined aid of the four girls' actions. The child had a rough time at first getting the older girls' attentions. After a lot of tugging their clothes, their eyes finally realize what she was pointing at and with all three herbamancers, the plants had smothered the fire finally causing it to die out. It was a good thing there was a homemade garden on the counter else they would never have been able to put it out and the whole college would've been drowning in smoke. Already, the small, black puffs billowed out into the mess hall as she quickened her exiting herself. Her ears caught the sounds of people muttering and talking, their eyes all fixed on the elderly man who was talking to Uncle Uicle earlier. Their head seemed fixed upon the man while a student, Meirin, lead him back to his sit and shortly took off to the outside of the hallway. It wouldn't be long now before the demonstrations happened and that meant she would have to seek out her dad before they started, or at least someone to stay with and watch them with her. Her mind drifted to Alaira only to discard it when her mind recalled what happened in the caravan. Despite Alaira's insistence she wasn't mad, the child felt guilt and regret. Her Aunt had been hurt because of her and for that, Lyn couldn't bring herself to seeing the half elf. After her mind was made up, she started to head toward the staff table and away from Alaira. It hadn't helped her middle was getting hungry again, her memory soon recalled her had forgotten to eat before her attention was grabbed by the sudden appearance of the fire, she immediately looked for some place to get a bite. Her eyes fell on the appetizer table and her lips curled up into a smile. Without considering the fact her legs were shorter than the adults, Lyn gently pushed her way through the crowds and toward the table where a few individuals were gathered instead of staring at Ovak. On reaching it, Lyn came to it and soon noted her height was still too short. When her head tried to peer over the edge, her hands used the edge to aid her higher but she could barely see the items laid out on the table surface. Naturally it wasn't enough so Lyn pushed up onto her tippytoes to try to get a better look. Her feet wobbled unsteadily before they abruptly gave to one side causing her to trip sideways. She closed her eyes, expecting to fall down, and feel the hard floor in her landing. Instead, she smacked into someone else!</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder 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. Leith 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. "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."</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title) Tyrael Marcroias Tyrael 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. After 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. As 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. "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."</s> <|message|>Lyn Marik Lyn Lyn nearly jumped when she felt Meirin's finger brushed her cheek, her mind engrossed into the show for a moment during the end. Immediately her hand whipped up and tried to brush the tickling away, confused at the cause on her expression until she registered the voice causing her look down instinctively. Her arms held tightly to Tyrael's head while she leaned over the edge to smile over Mei. Her golden eyes brightened to see the red haired and green eyed woman underneath her. Her little lips crept into a smile at the sight as she waved from on top of Tyrael's shoulder, her head looked beyond to notice Ssarak had followed the older student as well. Lyn's voice spoke out loud through the rune after Mei bowed and asked her question, followed by Ssarak's greeting toward her Uncle. Letting Tyrael answer, she looked at Mei then proceeded to show it off. "Look at what Leith gave me. It's a rune where I can talk with my thoughts! Isn't it neat?" To let the woman examine it, Lyn held it out in her hand then tried to pass it to the woman while leaning from her perch. She wasn't frightened because she knew her uncle would catch her if she went too far over, even as he was digging out coin for donations, and so the odds of her hitting the ground was very, very slim. She didn't realize her sweet bag was on the verge of toppling over on the other hand. At least, until it suddenly came crashing to the ground. For Lyn tried to snatch it only to have Tyrael's large hand be faster. It plopped right into his palm as he offered them to the pair, making Lyn smile in relief, and her body returned to sit back upright. Her chin rested on the Fallen Orc's head comfortably settling in.</s> <|message|>Althalus Marik Althalus Althalus quirked an eyebrow at Alaira's tone. "Jealous that I've got all her attention? Don't worry, I'm sure Mar can find the time to talk to you. We're done and both relatively presentable. I swear." He teased grinning up at the half-elf. His grin slipped away at Alaira's distaste. "Don't worry. Lyn isn't with us, she's with 'the demon-thing'." He paused for a moment, obviously considering if he should really try this again before continuing with a sigh. "You have to make your peace with Tyrael at some point Alaira. Lyn likes him and if you want to be around Lyn you're going to have to be around him more. You're both more similar than you'd like to admit. You both want to protect Lyn, Mar, and, strangely enough, me. Both of you, for some damned reason, think you're monsters that don't have a chance of redemption. So, if you're not here to chat with Mar, why don't you go and find Tyrael and Lyn? Have a fun day with the both of them and realize that perhaps Tyrael isn't as bad as you thought and maybe you can learn to trust him. After all, he hasn't threatened you with death. Horrific death, I might add. He may even like you, if you weren't so busty threatening him all the time." Althalus glanced back into Den before continuing. "If you don't want to go chat with Tyrael and Lyn you could always chat with Mar. I think she might enjoy the company. Don't tell her I said that though, Naga pride and all that." He winked conspiratorially at Alaira.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- To be polite, Ssarak accepted one of the caramels, while leaving the rest for Lyn. Giving a nod, he took a seat nearby to wait for the show. Although, he actually did not know where or what kind of show it was going to be; he was simply present to see Lyn. Given their surroundings, he guessed that it was a show meant for children. Of course, with Tyrael's well-known propensity towards violence, Ssarak actually did not know what the fallen demon would consider suitable for a young child. When Lyn started to speak, or rather, the rune on her person, it actually took Ssarak a bit by surprise. He knew how well-developed Lyn's mind was, so it was a kind gesture for Leith to give her such a gift as that rune. However, Ssarak found himself curious about how Leith came into possession of such a rune. It had a rather specialized purpose which would not be useful in many other circumstances. He supposed Leith could have simply requested it from a runecrafter like Val, but that would likely require payment, which would have made it an even greater kindness. Ssarak leaned in to get a closer look at the rune. "Indeed it is. I am guessing that it is nice to not require a psychomancer to relay your thoughts to others? Although, be careful not to become too complacent with it. You will still need to practice speaking normally; that is even better than having a rune, I can assure you."</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder Leith ran a knuckle along the scar on his cheek when Ovak mentioned Lidda. "Vitamancers can indeed be quite threatening." He shuddered as he recalled his encounter with the Eternal Hunger, and more specifically, her death. He was quick to start talking again. "Though that could be said for all the Master's of each Blood class here, and all of the different skill levels training to become masters." He smiled. "I'm not sure if some people are going to think that these messages are subtle." He listened to Ovak as he talked about what he could see and his warning about curiosity. He nodded as he dropped his hand to his knee under the table. "I understand. I've read a lot of stories as when I was younger, and a few of them hand the same moral. I will use restraint whenever something catches my curiosity." He listened to Lucilia's speech, and when it was done, he turned to Ovak. "She seems to have a knack for the big speeches, doesn't she?" He whispered lightheartedly to the archmage.</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Lyn Marik Lyn Lyn felt worry grip her heart when the Wood Elf looked down. Her eyes shifted from Lyn's outreached hand to the snow elf, her lips locked in a scowl, then casually looked away. She turned her nose up at them both while she returned to watch for signs the line was diminishing, her foot tapping the whole time. When it had started to move, her eyes widened at the sight of the demons replacing the horse and seemed to think better of it before walking off elsewhere. It was obvious the Wood Elf hadn't want anything to do with the child or the newcomer-or the carousel now- causing Lyn to lower her hand. Her face fell into disappointment though she tried, miserably, to hide it. She bit her lip, wondering if she had done something wrong. Any more thoughts were casted away when Meirin gripped Lyn's small hand. The child looked up and smiled, her fingers reflexively tightened and her feet started to move, following close behind. The crowd seemed to have thinned since her uncle summoned the demons as many others started to shift uncomfortable from the attraction. This gave Lyn a good look at it and fear edged into surface. Not because she didn't trust Tyrael's demons, but rather she spotted children, alone, getting off quickly. The idea of riding by herself wasn't a comforting one in her mind.Her body immediately pushed against the red haired woman, fearful the woman would up leaving her behind and vanish if she released her hold. When they walked up the wooden steps she heard Meirin speak which made her fear dissolve a bit. Her mouth opened to speak softly through she still could only manage sounds. "Tee-thh-hh…" She gave up after a moment of two of trying. Giving Meirin a sheepish, defeated look, she spoke through the rune. 'Thank you. And I tried to say it, but... ' A little sigh came from her as she looked at the horse, and climbed up. When finally seated, she held onto the pole sticking out of the beast's back while she waited. The moment it started she would squeal in surprise, her body shifted with the movement, and then start to giggle at the sensation. It would last a bit before the staff began to shout for the riders to get off. Through she enjoyed it, Lyn knew there was still the petting zoo to experience and her curiosity was peaked by Meirin's description. Mar Mar's eyebrow arched in confusion as she spotted the girl standing outside her den, holding a tray. It was filled with sugared fruits, a salad, bread, cheese and not a single trace of meat on it. It was obvious a mistake. The was easily to recognize with the crown upon her head, the jewels glinting and shimmering in the twilight red. She had seen Summer, as she learned her name from Lyn, was among one of her daughter's playmates. "With the opening feast being underway, it's expected. Mar said, her eyes fixed in uncertainty one the platter. Slowly the Naga's hand pushed the door open and she slithered back. Her figure slithered back enough to allow the human in. The den entrance lead to a stairwell that lowered the smoothed out dirt floor, making anyone above six foot have to slouch downward to crawl through and reach to larger main room. There was the normal settings from a desk and chair to their bed, clearly left unmade during their morning romp. Beside the bed was a table, small and very elegantly carved from the college, which Mar pointed to. "Put it there,"Mar stated the. Recalled something Athalus said and added with a slight struggle,"...please." After a few moments, the Naga twisted upon her snake like tail and commented. "I don't think that's my order. Mainly as there's no raw or cooked meat whatsoever. However taking it back is pointless and I'm sure you've not eaten." Mar inhaled and continued. "You are one of my daughter's playmates, Summer?"</s> <|message|>Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title) Tyrael Marchosias Sighing, Tyrael wasn't really in the mood to debate the morality of enslaving demons. But Tyrael was in a good mood, so perhaps he could actually explain what he meant to the snow elf. As Lyn and Meirin got themselves settled down, Tyrael decided to give a little lecture. "Demons will betray you. That is an inevitable. A deal, a promise, is just a ruse to make them trustworthy. What you need when dealing with demons is certainty. The ability to make the demon know that when betrays you, that you will bring it great suffering. Thus it should postpone its betrayal for as long as possible." Soon, after people started to gather their courage to take part of the carousel ride, it was time to get the ride started. Tyrael commanded his demons to move, and they did so with no arguments. "The basic concept is mutually ensured destruction. Never assumed that a demon, whether it is an imp or an archdemon, is not capable of bringing your end. If you wish to control weaker demons, ensure a fate worse than death if they defy you. For stronger demons, promise ruin if they refuse you. If you cannot back up these claims, then your fate is your own fault. Of course, you can always try to make deals with demons for their power... But if you lack the power to enforce those deals, do not expect the demon to uphold their side of the bargain. Pray that when you deal with demons, they have the intelligence of fools or animals. At least they can be coerced by violence. Cunning demons will burden that abuse until they find your weakness. Powerful ones will earn your trust." That was Tyrael's philosophy towards demon ownership. Hardly a friendly relationship, but after many attempts at "Diplomacy", Tyrael simply found it easier to use the same pain and suffering he's gone through against the very creatures who inflict it on him. It was the reason for his success, and will likely be the reason for his eventual downfall. Ten minutes passed, and the ride was over. Lyn seemed quite pleased at the carousel, which pleased Tyrael. He immediately dismissed his demons and they returned to the Inferno whence they came. The Fallen Orc tipped the carousel workers with an actual bag of coin before going to retrieve Lyn. "Did you have fun, Lyn?" As if he wasn't a towering hulking demon, Tyrael lifted Lyn off the ground and allowed her to rest on his shoulders once more, standing above all. It was only then did Tyrael also notice Satori, but figured she had her own reasons to be at the carnival. "Where do you want to go to next?" Satori Satori had hoped to distract Keri from her harsh memories and bring her somewhere where she could express her feelings without making a scene. But it seemed that her feelings for revenge were far greater then any other emotions she could have been feeling. Satori didn't need to use magic to know that Keri was angry. She didn't want her friend to be angry, but at the same time Satori cannot back down. She had to confront her friend and be level with her. So Satori dismounted once more, turning towards the bear and telling him to return to the dinning hall. The bear grunted and walked away as Satori walked back towards Keri. "I understand Keri. I'll speak plainly: you're becoming a vampire. But you're still turning. You've been hurt badly, and I want to help you. Please... Let's go and make sure you're alright. Then we can talk about finding who did this to you."</s> <|message|>Keri Wolf 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. She 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. As 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. " 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.</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder 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. 'And It'd make it so easy to crush her hand. All you'd need to do is grab her hand and squeeze.' Leith 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. With 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. "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."</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose - Catacombs --- Towards Grey, Ssarak shook his head. "Not specifically, unfortunately. I tried to stop it, but that shapeshifter could transform far faster than even Lidda. It would have to be beyond the skill of even a master to accomplish such a feat. With the presence of that...demon blocking that path, the rodent it transformed into would had to have scurried past Tyrael. It would have to be down that pathway, but with the range of forms it seems to be able to take on, it would be difficult to catch even if we could find it. But, you are correct that it had an extreme fixation on you. I could read into its mind during the fight, and I could tell that it was almost obsessed with you, as if you had history with it." Ssarak was keeping his blade at the ready, though at this point, it was more just to be ready for any unexpected threats than to defend against Tyrael. "Regardless, I would suggest we wait near the entrance of the catacombs. I expect that Khan will be here shortly. We can inform him that the fighting has ended, and ask him about the Naga. I can remain to help stand guard, in the event the shapeshifter arrives again." Meanwhile, Ssarak continued to attempt to give the Naga reassurance with telepathic messages. "I would not be afraid of Khan. Unlike Tyrael, he is not a fallen demonmancer, and as our headmaster, is far more rational. I do not expect you will be detained. Actually, I would expect him to give you aid, once the situation with Tyrael has been concluded. As long as you abide by the rules of the college, of course. We need only keep Tyrael from becoming violent until he arrives."</s> <|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Lyn's Hunt It took a long moment for her to feel the teeth in her arm. She had been elated that she'd managed to have found the cosh in the first place. She had hoped that she would, she thought that she could, but it was still a surprise that she had actually managed to do it. Even if she'd missed where she thought she might, she had sunk the knife into flesh. So when the jaws closed around her arm, and she realized it, she yelped loudly. Her first reaction was to pull her arm back, but as she did she felt her flesh starting to tear. Hot blood started to run down her arm and she felt a hint of panic start to rise up in her chest. This was not going well at all. She had lost the tight grip she'd had on the handle of the knife when she'd finally felt the pain, so now she took it back, even as the cosh's jaws clamped down more. Teeth went into muscle more as the seconds ticked by. If she didn't do something soon, she likely wouldn't be able to do anything. The cosh was starting to push her back, push her over to the ground, but she wouldn't be pushed down so easily. She shoved back as best she could, but the forest floor was not the best for getting a grip with her boots and she struggled to find purchase for a moment, but that seemed to be all the beast needed and Helena felt herself beginning to lose her footing as the cosh began to clamp down more and shake her head. Through gritted teeth and another yelp of pain she twisted the blade that she had finally gotten a better grip on, hoping and praying that that would be enough to free her arm.</s> <|message|>Keri Wolf Keri Wolf Lyn's Hunt The vampire thought it would work. The original plan was so simple, use the Cosh to attack the assassin. Yet the masked man didn't seem to be worried. He didn't move to block or move. The man had just moved to attack. Keri heard the tearing of clothes, followed by a clang making the weapon bouncing back, which was when she had rolled. The knives had scratched her enough to leave a shallow red furrows on her shoulder in her escape. At the end of the roll was when the Cosh reappeared. The girl was about to react just before the bugger grasped her boot with its mouth. This made Keri unable to move away as he jerked his head. She was propelled into a tree a few feet away. Nothing seemed break as the girl slammed horizontally into the tree. She tried scrambled to her feet only to let out a pained cry. There was something wrong. The pain of movement was lingering stabs as she moved unlike the experience with the broken bones. Keri gritted her teeth as she forced herself up. If anyone was paying attention they could clearly see tears forming in her eyes. The girl leaned onto the tree for support as she cursed. She noticed it was the bigger one from before. The vampire held a breath, hopping to help muffled the scream, as she ran towards the Cosh's left side. The slash was towards the head as Keri positioned herself sideways for an easier block afterwards. If the Cosh didn't attack or block the girl during the attack then there would be another wound to piss it off.</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder Leith Calder Lyn's Hunt Leith'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. Leith 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. He 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."</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak was already focusing intently on the Knight, so he was ready in an instant when he began to attack. His opponent threw at him what appeared to be his only good means of close quarters attack and defense, then rushed at him with only his fists. It was a questionable decision, in Ssarak's mind, and one he intended to punish him for. Since his shield was already at the ready, it took only a quick movement to bring up his own shield to protect his head. He held it forward and at an angle to deflect the incoming shield, and more importantly, the force it carried with it. Meanwhile, Ssarak also swung his mace low as hard as he could muster, directly towards the knight's incoming fist. Ssarak intended to break his attacker's hand, and if he missed, his mace would still continue on to strike the knight's torso with frightening force. Ssarak was too focused on aiming his strike to pay close attention to what Meirin was doing, but he trusted in her abilities to help.</s> <|message|>Colette Filiatraut Colette, Khan's Office Colette 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. "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. She 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. "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. She turned her head as she heard footsteps approaching the office and she turned her head slowly as the door opened.</s> <|message|>E'nasha Williams E'nasha Williams Lyn's Hunt "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." Well, 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. She 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. The 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. "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." E'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.</s> <|message|>E'nasha Williams (Dang glitchy double posts)</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- The incoming shield flying towards Ssarak deflected at an angle off of his own shield, just as planned. Although, his attempt to cripple the knight was not quite as successful. The knight's reactions were quick, and Ssarak could not redirect his mace quite fast enough to meet his fist head-on. The knight delivered a heavy blow to Ssarak's stomach, though so too did Ssarak's mace slam at full force into the knight's chestplate. Ssarak was knocked out of breath, and he expected the knight to at least have a broken rib or two. Despite his lack of breath, Ssarak had h is guard up in an instant, and was starting to bring his mace around for another blow when he noticed that his opponent was oddly…still. He did not raise his guard, nor push the attack, but rather just stood, almost as if in shock. He coughed, then collapsed down to his knees. Slowly, blood started to pour from a razor-thin line at his neck before his seemingly lifeless body collapsed entirely to the ground. Ssarak was not certain of what Meirin had done exactly, but it had evidently pierced through the weaker armor at his neck and slit his throat, or even partially beheaded him. With that threat eliminated, Ssarak wanted to just stop and embrace Meirin. To check on her well-being, and confirm to himself that she was safe, but unfortunately, the fight was not entirely over. Nearby, he could easily see that some of the others were still in trouble. A mage, evidently an herbamancer, was manipulating the trees themselves to attack them. He needed to give them help, and the best way he could see to do that quickly was to grab and keep the mage's focus on himself. Ssarak turned to the herbamancer and let out a loud, animalistic roar to hopefully capture his attention. He stood in an aggressive, slightly hunched over posture with his boot pressed against the helmet of the herbamancer's dead ally. At the same time, Ssarak telepathically probed into the mage's mind to see if he had any wards to speak of.</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder Leith Calder Lyn's Hunt Leith paused when the man noticed the venom and mistook it for water. As the trees got closer, Leith decided to just hurl the venom as if he was throwing it away at the man's leg. Leith turned his attention to Summer, who had just called out to him, and made a clenching motion with his hand, forcing the venom into whatever it had made contact with. His head was pounding and his muscles were cramping, but he managed a strained smile at Summer. "It's good to see you awake," he said briefly before turning his attention back to the mage and the trees. He watched as E'nasha created a shield from trees that the mage didn't uproot. She made a suggestion of making the mage turn into a swarm so her plants could eat them. "That could work, I don't know if I managed to get him with the venom from the Naga, but a plan like that would be good just in case. Here." Leith held out Seraphim Sword and enlarged it to the size of a normal long-sword. "If you can make sure the seeds can't fall off the hilt, this could force him to swarm." Once that was done, Leith took aim and threw the sword at the man. The sword would continue moving in the direction that it was thrown without losing any altitude or speed. It looked as if it would continue going until it hit something or was stopped. Luckily, Leith was able to stop it whenever as long as he could see it. The unfortunate part was that it was all he could do with the sword, and whenever he let go of the thing, it would start taking swipes at whoever was near it. Once it got close enough to the man, Leith stopped the sword. For a moment, the sword hovered in place. Then it was violently and clumsily taking swipes at the Herbamancer. It was around this time when Leith heard a roar coming from the direction of Ssarak and Meirin.</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Meirin Kurenai or just Mei Meirin Kurenai At 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. Meirin 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?"</s> <|message|>Lyn Marik Nox Alignment Ceremony ,@Lucius Cypher, @May, & @Luna Darell closed his eyes, bracing for the pain that would follow and tried to scramble back before he lost his grip. The beast's tentacles reached for him just when two fireballs shoot out at the creature's side. It screamed inhumanly while smoke flew off its hide, searing many dark tentacles and catching the beast's attention. Taking the chance presented, Darell pushed himself upward. His foot reached and tried to find purchase, only to slip back down and nearly caused him to lose his footing. "Shit!" He cursed again. The Uth that Helena hit wasn't quite down as it turned its attention onto her. Jaws snarled and snapped, drool dripped from its maw at the treat nearby. Thump! The beast felt the decay magic spread rapidly from its wounds as it snaked through its system. It screamed and tried to claw out the blade only to topple then die. Drake's, however, was a bit more durable. It took the hit and shook itself, before dropping the man's foot as he back peddled away. Baring teeth, its hooves clattered across the floor and charged toward Althalus. ~Althalus~ Athalus' Uth growled then lounged. Its tentacles smacked across the front of itself to shield its body and its maw clamped down on Athalus' hand with his remaining dagger. Uncovering Shadows Lyn, Hysteria (Djarkel) --- Lyn bit her lip. She thought a moment, considering the request and her own abilities limits. Her arms wrapped about herself as she thought back to her lessons. In theory it was possible that she could protect him by using her plants. Mostly if she focused on it solely and wasn't interrupted, but she worried her skill level was far lower than she had hoped. In addition, the window above would have to remain open in order for her to be of any use at all. If Ssarak got hurt, not only would Mei kill her, but she would be responsible for it. Lyn inhaled as she shrugged the worry off. The fight was likely to be most difficult. Especially since she doubted they would simply surround and allow themselves to be arrested, at least if they were good thieves. She had a hard enough time in sparring matches with her god father, could she actually take a life in cold blood let alone in self defense? A childish, naive part of her didn't want to learn. Not speaking for several more moments, she let the others speak in her silence. She flinched at Keri's irritation as the vampire snapped at Ssarak, insisting it wasn't preplanned. When Keri turned to her then asked if she could make some plant dummies and place them around the door, Lyn nodded that she could. "I can, and also I can support from up here. Through the main issue is the hatch because leaving it open will expose me and if any of them have any long distance weapons, that could an issue," she admitted and voiced her worry. Instinctively she pulled her seeds, what was left of them, from her belt. She took a single seed then pulsed her magic through it. The seedling began to sprout before it formed a Y shape and strung a small, rubbery vine between the two top points. It was a crude slingshot for the moment but it would do for her purposes. Lyn frowned at Ssarak when he stated he could create enough distraction for all of them causing her eyebrow to raise. Not figuring this was the time to argue, she moved into position near the hatch. She readied her weapon as she looked to the Esyire to lead the assault. When his count hit go, Lyn pulled back her first seed then readied her aim. -Within the Warehouse- Everything was silent. Boxes piled on top of each other creating haphazardly towers about the stone floors, providing excellent cover for those within. Light poured in from the overhead hatch and illuminated the Esyire to all those present. Everything seemed bizarrely silent for the warehouse which one might question of the students actually were correct in their assumptions that the thief had come here. Several things happened at once. A weight on chain came flying out of the nearest shadow to Ssarak's back. It was aimed at the Esyire's joint where the wing and back connected, intending to cripple him. Any attempts to grab would be retaliated on for certain. A inkling, if the assault's mind was being read, would reveal another Esyire who was older, faster and had a knack for Nox magic at the novice level. Through it was unlikely his magic could reach the same level as the other students, it was still likely to be crippling should he use his breath. Meanwhile, Lyn leaned out to shot the seed from her sling-shot. Her eyes narrowed and focused on the Esyire whose movement revealed himself, only to hear the twang of a crossbow release. It came from the far side of the room where the deepest shadows were. A place where Meirin had likely hidden herself upon entering the building. "Shit!" Lyn cursed out loud, her figure jerked back to attempt to avoid the arrow. The seed, on instinct, bursted in her hand and immediately hardened into bark causing the arrow to embed into the surface. Frightened and surprised, the hybrid landed back on her ass end with a heavy thump right when the hatch slammed shut. It would take her several moments to get it back open, but at least she would be safe from attacks for the time. When the hatch slammed shut, there was shuffling in the shadows where the arrow came from and already the man was busying reloading a new shot. It was unlikely he would remain where he was when he fired again so the students better move fast.</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder Leith 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. The 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. Taking 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. A heartbeat. Quietly, 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- Leith tripped. He 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.</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Nox Mission Helena started to back up again, but the beast was taken down before she had to worry too much about it. Once it was crumpling to the ground, she hurried over, retrieving any knives she passed on the way, and went to help Darell back onto even, solid footing again. "C'mon, let's get you back into the fight." Not that she wanted to do more fighting, but she'd also wanted to get out of their alive. He came up and got onto his feet, she took that moment to look around again, see where Annabeth and Collete were and if Athalus was handling the one that had gone for him. She was sure that he was, he'd been the one to actually kill any of them, she'd only distracted and wounded. Which she did again, once she let go of Darell's hand, lighting up the one going after Drake and the others, helping them out as she could so they all could get out of there. But when she was done, she was panting a little bit. It was pushing at her limits now, at the very least her limits of control. They needed to get out of there soon.</s> <|message|>Veretu Olend Veretu&Salem --- Veretu was walking at a decent pace when he heard someone approach. Approach then fall, but that was not here nor there. He hoped that that would've meant the person would leave, but no...apparently not. His dragon wings pulled around him to create more of barrier between them. He turned, but the full view of him was blocked out by his leathery wings. "He's not a cat" it was said matter of factly and it did not seem to be ready to explain in full detail what he meant. Salem however turned and seemed somehow more egotistical. "Im much better then a cat. Im special" The cat waved his tail and beamed at the girl before looking up at veretu and rolling his eyes. Before either could continue however, veretu caught sight of the dwarf woman. It would seem impossible for his wings to shut anymore and him still see, but he managed it. He was fully taken from sight on his front and it was clear he did not handle social interaction well. Though, he was at least facing her direction. Salem however once more proved that he was the more social of the two. The cat waved his tail once more and instead of outright speaking gave a rather innocent sounding meow. He was testing to see how the soot covered woman would react to him. Giant green eyes and all.</s> <|message|>The Cander Village --- At the Twilight College, Elise blinked at the response from the tall man in front of her. She did notice he tried to shroud himself with his beautiful wings and her eyes were sparkling in awe. "W-What d-do y-you m-mean h-he's n-not a-a k-kitty c-cat?" Elise asked, curiously to the man who had awe inspiring wings. She heard Black Kitty's response to her and giggled cutely towards the talking black cat. "Y-You a-are v-very c-cute," Elise said, looking at the kitty cat. She had cute little eyes looking at the black kitty, she had always wanted a kitty cat. Elise noticed ahead of them, a dwarf woman covered in soot from working at a blacksmithing forge. She walked forward to greet the woman, even though she stays away from forges in her hometown because they craft swords mostly. "I-I g-guess, I-I s-should g-greet m-myself," Elise thought to herself, nervously but she didn't fall on her face again. She gently smiles towards the woman who's approaching them. "H-H-Hello…," Elise stuttered, nervously because of the fact she's nervous around new people. She cutely and gently sighs and tried to become calm around new people. Elise had stopped walking right next to the man with beautiful dragon wings at closer inspection. She only wanted to get closer to the black kitty cat. "I-I s-so w-want t-to p-pet t-the k-kitty," Elise thought to herself, while looking at the black cat in awe of his' adorableness. She was looked up for a bit and had a smile on her face. She waited for the person who approached them to speak since she wanted to introduce herself unless, she's already known for coming here.</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder Leith hissed in frustration as the rope tangled around his feet. It didn't help that the rope had wrapped his cloak around his feet. His right arm was now trapped between the cloak and his body, and unfortunately he didn't have the leverage to free the arm. Worse yet, it seemed that his fall had been noticed. As a figure walked towards him with a trident, Leith's mind raced. There wasn't much he could do from his position except wait. As the person stood over him with their trident raised and poised to strike, Leith had an idea. He needed to be precise. Any mistake and he would be skewered by the trident. On the down-stroke Leith tucked his head down and moved his right arm upwards to cover his head. CLANG The sound of metal hitting metal rang throughout the room and the trident struck Leith's gauntlet. He sighed at the sight of the holes in his cloak. "That was my favorite cloak." He muttered under his breath. He moved his hand to grab onto the trident and keep his assailant from retrieving it and with his free hand he held it out and tapped the yellow-stoned ring on his ring finger with his thumb three times. As the ring started to hum, Leith shouted out to his friends. "RING!" During their ride in the carriage, the group had developed a few strategies for if their diplomatic mission ever turned sour. One of them had been for Leith to shout a word to potentially distract their opponents and warn his allies at the same time. He covered his eyes in the crook of his arm, and hoped that his friends had heard him as a bright flash erupted from the ring. He then gave a tug on the trident and then pushed back on it. There was a ripping noise as his arm tore free of the imprisoning cloak.</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Keri Wolf The woman wasn't expecting for this to happen. In a way the young woman had a feeling something would go wrong. After all who steals something in broad daylight that? They must have known they were coming. They must have known there was a vampire with the group. With this factor in motion the young woman was literally forced back into a human. Fine with her considering this manageable. The chest might have damaged her knee but this wouldn't stop her. Only death would stop the girl. "You and your friends," his tone held a smug and cocky tone in each word, "should never have followed. Now you will not live to see another day!" " We do seem to pop into situations like this a lot do we? Hmmm... Honestly I never thought about this before. It felt so natural considering these people are my friends and family. Perhaps we will have a long talk about learning each other's fighting styles after this mission. Then again I would die for each and everyone of this people. So if today is the day I'm killed for those I love and care for then so be it. Though I hate to be the bearer of bad news but this isn't the day." The woman remarked placing her hand into the bag at her side. Some of them had broken do to the impact earlier. Fair considering she hadn't completely thought the movement out completely. The limb grabbed four candies out, popping the sweets into her mouth, the other gripping the shield tighter. " Since you're my opponent I'm wondering if I should just place the shield and sword on the ground. Then again I can't guarantee you won't fight fair so I'm leaving the choice up sir. After all we're one semi-equal terms."</s> <|message|>Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name) Diplomacy at Yarosmere Aramir was slow to follow the group, her bow still out. She kept her eyes on Yolin, the only living threat in the room that she could do something against, and followed. She didn't trust them to not do anything, but much to her surprise, the King merely held a hand out to Yolin and they were allowed to leave. She barely heard Darius as they entered the parlor, immediately destringing her bow and going to Mar's side. "Hey." She said softly, standing next to the Naga and putting hugging her. "We'll make this right. The college won't stand for this, and we'll fix it. We can't undo what's been done, but we can bring justice. I'm sorry Mar. We need to go though." She reached into Mar's pocket, fishing out the stone. In an instant, she had cracked it in her hands. A moment later, Resistance Members were leaping out of the shadows, armed and ready for a fight. Much to their surprise, there was nothing to do. Rather than waiting for an explanation, they hurried everyone back through the shadows and out of the Palace, not feeling safe at all. Once back into the Resistance Headquarters, the College students informed the leaders what had happened. Sahra cursed quietly and the man merely shook his head, moving deeper into the Headquarters. Thanking the students for trusting them, giving them the pick of recently stolen weapons for the trouble they had been through, and beseeching them to get the aid of the College in the ongoing rebellion in Yarasmere, Sahra opened more portals, quickly sending them outside of College grounds. They had much to tell the teachers. MISSION OVER. Back in Yarosmere Yolin looked at the King, confused. "Why did you let the hereteics go, my lord? They were aligned with an abomination." The King smiled slightly, shaking his head. "The Sand God has plans for everyone, Yolin. Even Heretics and abominations. They have not yet achieved their purpose. They will though. In time." He walked back into the palace halls, calling back to Yolin as he did so. "Clean up the mess, and make the army ready. War is coming."</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder The strategy worked. Leith couldn't help but smile as his attacker staggered away from him. He had time to rip himself free of the confines of his cloak, though it pained him to do so, and untangle the ropes that tangled around his feet. Once free, he got to his feet and looked at the Wood Elf in front of him. She looked ready to block any attack he threw at her. A smile tugged at his mouth with that thought. What if he threw something at her? He grabbed a nearby barrel, the sharp tips of his gauntlet sank into the top of it, and hurled it at the elf. If only it worked that well. The top of barrel ripped off the barrel, sending it spinning horizontally over the elf's head. The liquid contained in the barrel spewed out as it spun coating Leith and quite possibly the elf in the fluid. The barrel hit the wall several feet behind the elf with a tremendous crash, sending its contents everywhere. Leith didn't notice any of this. He had stood frozen in place the moment he was covered in the liquid. He couldn't see what it was in the darkness of the warehouse, but he could smell it. It was lamp oil. For a few moments, he wasn't in a warehouse, fighting an elf. Instead, he was in a burning village, its inhabitants recently dead, and he was watching a different elf burning alive. The heat, the smell, the screams, they all came back to him in stunning vividness. It was the screams that rooted him in place. He could hear them as if it was happening in right in front of him. Leith shook his head. He couldn't lose focus on the fight at hand. Harder said than done, though. Each shaky breath he took brought him right back to the village. He was starting to get light headed, but he wasn't sure if that was because of his suddenly labored breaths, or because of the oil he was doused in. One thing brought him rushing back to the present. A lamp that had been hanging on the wall just above the spot the barrel hit had one of its moorings knocked loose. It hung awkwardly on the wall, teetering from side to side. Leith watched as the lamp fell off the wall and fall towards the now spread out lamp oil. With a cry of alarm, he shot his arm out towards the lamp, and a ball of water coalesced around the lamp and snuffed the flame inside it. As he set the lamp down gently, a wave of vertigo washed over him and pain lanced in his skull. He stumbled backwards and bumped into a nearby crate. He looked at the elf across from him and chuckled. "We wouldn't be able to try and talk this out, would we?"</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Summer Flores Location-College --- Summer was just coming back from her Yasomere mission. She felt tired; her hair was all ragged and disgusting. Smiling she walked faster towards the familiar gates of the college. Seeing them reminded her of when she first arrived here. She thought about the little tower that had become her home those 8 long years ago and only hoped it was alright. It was her last link to her parents. She could only hope her parents were alive and well, even if it's away from her. She stopped her fast walking, her mind wrapping around the sadness and unsolved confusion of the entire thing, that day was suppose to be a happy day for her, but it turned out to be the second worst day of her life, her first being the day her mage blood nearly killed her. Reaching up, she fingered the crown like thing that was on her head, she could feel the remnants of her mom's powerful magic inside the small jewel, which sealed her mage blood until she was ready to control it, one section of a time. Seeing she was getting left behind, she walked again towards the college and stopped when she saw a person she didn't recognise in front of the gates. Smoothing her hair, she walked towards the person and realized it was a male. "Hello" her soft voice said.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- In many ways, a mental fight could mirror a physical one. The strength of an attack, the timing, giving proper preparations for defense: they were all vital to success. Ssarak and his doppelgangers all stood at a safe distance, not advancing nor retreating. So far, he had not yet even raised his weapon against the attacking Esyire, and yet, he had already attacked full-force. The Esyire's mind was distracted, and an opportunity had been created. Ssarak just had to avoid letting it slip away. This man was a mercenary, which meant that his conviction could possibly be shaken. "You see? I do not wish to harm you. There is no need for any of us to be hurt. You have been deceived." Ssarak began, each sentence originating either from himself, or one of his doppelgangers. All the while, he was tugging at the strings of the Esyire's mind. He was careful not to do so as overtly as he had to distract his mind in the first place. Instead, he manipulated emotions tugging at the thoughts in the back of his mind. Whenever the Esyire locked eyes with Ssarak or a doppelganger, he suppressed emotions of anger, and instead encouraged those associated with authority and trust. Ssarak wanted to push his mind in the direction to believe the words that followed. "The package is certainly important, but the gold is not worth your lives. Think about it: if your employer is willing to pay so greatly for this thing, would we not also have our best protecting it? They were counting on you escaping your pursuers. The College is a force of equal strength to entire kingdoms, due to our mastery of magic. This is not a fight you can win, but it is one you can survive, and even profit from still. Your allies will fall to mine if they continue to fight, and while I do not relish the idea of killing my kin, I shall do so if you force me to." Right on the mention of their race, Ssarak, encouraged just a few hints of pride within the Esyire; just enough to bring up the thoughts of kinship that one could feel towards another of their own kind. Particularly for Esyire outside the homeland, members of their race were few and far between, and they were more often outsiders within any given group. Ssarak was an Esyire, and therefore one who could understand whatever position this Esyire was likely in. Those were the ideas that Ssarak's magic was attempting to strengthen. "You can be forgiven for attacking us, and rewarded for helping us. For a fellow mage, the college can offer money, but also so much more. Do not throw your lives away; you can all survive this." As soon as he made mention of the Esyire's companions, Ssarak once again delved into the memories that it brought up. He wanted to know if these other mercenaries were friends that the Esyire cared about, or just people he happened to be working with.</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder The fumes were dulling Leith's senses. As the elf swung her trident at him, he knew he had to move, but his reactions felt sluggish. He staggered to the side, away from the crates he had his back against. The trident still connected with him, slashing across his chest, but the wound was shallow. The pain pulsed hollowly through him, almost as if it wasn't his pain, but someone else's. Leith shook his head. He needed to deal with the elf before he made any more mistakes. He had left his sword in the carriage when he chased after the thief, but he still had a weapon. He pulled at the leather necklace he had around his neck. It pulled off easily, and he gripped the small, trinket-sized sword in his left hand. "To be fair, it wasn't you I was sneaking up on," Leith said, his speech slightly slurred. He glanced back in Ssarak's direction. There was another Esyire facing off against his friend. "Although maybe facing you would have been an easier challenge." He took a step forward and swung his right fist at the elf. He wasn't intending on hitting her with it. It was a cover to try and prevent her from noticing him enlarge Sephrim Sword in his other hand to the size of a longsword and take a swing at her leg.</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Keri Wolf The eerie silence was rather unsettling for the vampire, making her grip tighten more on the handle, as the wait continued. A few more moments of silence between them as his foot moved the chest away in order to add tension to this encounter, making the girl question her methods, than it happened. Quick snapping of the finger causing three colors to blind together fairly well. Slowly the woman's stomach churned as a vile taste formed upon her tongue. Naturally the enemy had to be a pyromancer. Naturally these people had to choose the middle of broad daylight to attack. Ever single student was forced into a sticky situation without any type of warning. The one thing she wasn't expecting was that one quick movement. Keri forced the shield upwards, angling it just enough to keep the man's motion stopped, and for a bit of pushing back. The girl's sword was swiped to his side in attempt to either force the human back or hit him.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak was not expecting the sudden outburst of flames, to be certain. For a few, very brief moments, it raised quite a few questions in his mind which he had a hard time believing would possess reasonable answers. Between the Esyire's thoughts and the words he screamed, it did not take too much effort for Ssarak to piece together what happened. The way the Esyire spoke seemed to suggest that he knew it would happen, which begged the question of why he, or any rational mercenary, would accept such a job to begin with. Why in the Inferno would anyone who was just working for coin agree to put on something that would allow said employer to immediately kill them at any time? Ssarak worked as a mercenary for a time, and if nothing else, he would have suspected that the employer could easily turn on them once they had secured the package. To Ssarak, it seemed insane, but he did not have time to dwell on such thoughts. The Esyire, in his panic, was running for an exit, towards at least one of Ssarak's friends. He could still be dangerous even in his last moments, so Ssarak followed after him. Being that the Esyire was on fire, Ssarak wondered if he might now be more susceptible to illusions. It did not seem likely that he was paying close attention to anything except his own pain. As such, Ssarak attempted to shift his perceptions to guide him away from anything dangerous he might end up setting ablaze. He shifted the apparent position of crates, other obstacles, and the exit itself to try and keep him from causing more harm.</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder Leith staggered from the push. After the blade made contact with the elf's leg, Leith had shrunk the sword back down to the trinket it was before. He had been planning on shrinking and enlarging the sword when he attacked to throw his opponent off, but a scream silenced his plans. He spun his head around to notice that the Esyire that was fighting Ssarak was now engulfed in flames. A puzzled expression crossed Leith's face and he tried to figure out why the Esyire was on fire. Panic soon overtook bewilderment as the Esyire started running in Leith's direction. With all the spilled oil, it was far too easy for the warehouse to go up in flames. Without another thought, Leith shot his hands out in front of him and made a pushing motion. All the lamp oil that had been spilled from the barrel and landed on Leith and the elf flowed towards the back wall and out of the flaming Esyire's path. Leith regretted his decision immediately. His stomach churned as he lost all sense of orientation. He stumbled backwards, his foot catching on the edge of a crate. He was sent crashing to the floor. He spent a few moments staring at the roof of the warehouse idly wondering what brought him to this point. As he turned his head to the side and vomited, he smiled feebly. Well, he had never gotten Blood Sickness this badly before, so that was new.</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- As the thieves started to make their escape, Ssarak's priorities shifted. The fire was a serious concern, and not one he was going to take lightly. They needed to get out of the warehouse just as quickly as the thieves were. As quickly as he could, Ssarak sent a telepathic message to all of his allies. "A fire is spreading; secure that package and evacuate the warehouse as quickly as you can!" As he scanned the minds of his allies to get a sense of their status, Ssarak heard Lyn's thoughts, and the apparent danger that "they" were in. Whoever "they" might be; he seemed to remember both he and Keri leaving the roof. Getting as much of a run up as he could, Ssarak ran forward, jumped, and flapped his wings as hard as he could to get as much distance off of the ground as he could. The interior of the warehouse was cluttered, so an actual "flight" was not possible, but he was able to use his wings to essentially jump to the top of some of the higher stacked crates, then jump again to the roof hatch he had dropped through initially. Ssarak climbed up through the hatch as quickly as he could, but his general bulk still made that take a few moments. In that time, he saw a large Orc woman throw another stranger to the ground, then flee off of the roof. Lyn, meanwhile, looked drained from the all-too-recognizable signs of blood sickness. Ssarak himself was feeling fatigued from his own magical exertions, so if she had been fighting someone, he could only imagine that she had pushed herself to her limits. Quickly, Ssarak peered into the surface thoughts of the stranger on the ground. Naturally, there was aggression towards the Orc he had just been fighting, but none of the thoughts towards Lyn were similarly hostile. Whoever he was, he was obviously not with the thieves, so Ssarak set his sights back on the Orc. Once again, Ssarak took to the skies, leaping off of the roof in the same direction as the Orc. He needed to act quickly, but he could not risk using his magic for any significant spells. He had exerted himself heavily during the fight in the warehouse, so trying to use more magic now could just end up debilitating him. But, he was still more than capable of fighting through more traditional means, and he wanted a prisoner. If he could spot the Orc, he would swoop down upon her full force with his mace. He intended to disable her, even if it meant breaking some bones, but more than that, he wanted to see if he could quickly find and remove her rune as well so that she did not also burst into flames.</s> <|message|>Henri Larue SNAP That sound was the worst thing Henri could possibly hear at that moment. He didn't even need to look to understand what happened. Lyn wasn't able to hold the orc anymore. The time was now. Henri had to do something that second, otherwise she would simply cut him down with her machete. Hastily proceeding to the second part of his 'plan' Henri jerked her arm and shifted his weight to knock her down, but he wasn't expecting her to throw herself backwards as well. With a heavy impact, Henri fell to the ground, his back hitting the roof with full force making him let out a pained gasp and loosing his grasp at the woman for a second. But that was all that she needed, grabbing Henri's leg with a renewed vigor, she tried to break his leg with a tight grasp. Henri would already dead only if wasn't for the fact that she had dropped her weapons. There wasn't much more to do, Henri was completely out of strength, he was tired, his muscles protested every time he moved and he was almost passing out due to his hunger. Lyn was not in a good state as well, the spell she used drained her completely. But once again, lady luck smiled to Henri once more as a loud voice coming from somewhere said that it was time to retreat. "We will meet again… and next time, you will die." The orc woman said, already up and rushing towards the edge of the roof. "Next... time, I won't be... tired, hungry and thirsty..." Henri said, breathing heavily, almost passing out, but still with a provocative smile on his face. "I'll surely look forward to our next... dance." He said, kneeling on the ground and trying to get up as the orc woman fled the roof. Lyn and Henri were safe... for now. But Henri was in a bad state. Probably worse than Lyn. Even if he tried to get up, his legs didn't have enough strength to even sustain her own weight, and his vision was getting blurry and dark. Even though he fought to keep his eyes open, his body was simply too tired... "Lyn... We might have a... small problem...." He said, with an awkward smile on his face, blinking his eyes and trying to focus on her, but he only saw a big blur on the place where Lyn should be. "Going to the college on foot and not packing any... Provisions, might not have been the brightest idea..." He said, leaning to the side and falling on the ground. Before his vision went dark, the last thing he could see was a man getting out of a hatch on the roof with a pair of wings on his back. Together with the strange winged being, he could smell and see a pillar of smoke getting out of the hatch. "Hey... Angel... The 'old man' will get mad at you... if he sees you 'down there'." Henri said with a chuckle and a mischievous smile, making a joke about the stranger's aspect before his vision went completely black... @EliteCommander</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder The 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. It 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. "Oh hey, the box." Leith 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. Oh, fun.</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Back at School Helena noted the way that she was looked at. She was sure the other girl was gawaked at for her height around others. But as she looked her over more she noted that it was much more than just her height. Her brow quirked some as she wondered what it was that had disfigured her so. And yet hadn't touched her face. She took the offered hand in her much smaller one though she shook with a strength that her size hide. She was decently strong for her height and weight. "Well it is a pleasure," she replied with a smile, dropping her hand back down to her side before sliding both of them in through her belt. "Rather gathered you were a student though."</s> <|message|>Henri Larue After quite an eventful first encounter, Henri was finally going to the college. Even though the people who were with Lyn were prepared for anyone who got wounded, Henri didn't receive even a scratch, other than his sore and exhausted body, of course. After resting for a bit, he was ready to go. Lyn, on the other hand, needed some special care. From what Henri understood, she got sick because she used too much of her magic. Henri was a lot of things, but he wasn't heartless. Lyn was such a fragile, innocent girl... He felt a bit responsible for how she felt after their fight with the orc woman. If he was in a better physical condition, she wouldn't have to force herself like that... Already on the carriage, Henri sat down near Lyn. But instead of talking to her, teasing her & etc. He simply stood quiet, looking through the window. Many thoughts passed through his head at that moment... Even though orcs were difficult opponents, he should be more than capable of handling himself... Maybe he was neglecting his training? Albeit short, it was undeniable that the time he spent out of the circus, he didn't train like he was used to. Maybe that was taking a toll on his flexibility and agility? Interrupting his thoughts, Henri felt something snuggling up to him. To his surprise, it was Lyn. Worried that if he moved he would scare her away, so he gently and slowly turned his head towards her. Her skin felt a bit colder than usual... it was a bit strange... Maybe that was because what happened after the fight... With a chuckle and a discreet smile, Henri gently put his hand over her head, gently passing it through her hair. Looking at her like that, she looked like a small animal. Innocent and fragile. To think that such a delicate little thing passed through so much was really surprising. He would leave the teasing for later, for now, Henri would just let her rest. Looking through the window again, he resumed his thoughts. "Twilight College just ahead, folks." The driver said, alerting Henri and making him quickly pull back his hand, which he inadvertently kept over Lyn's head, playing with her hair. Exactly as Henri thought it would happen, Lyn was the first one to get out. "Oh, geeze… ow…owie!" Henri heard Lyn saying as she stretched herself. "So... This little kitten is finally awake!" Henri said with a chuckle and an amused expression as he got down from the carriage. "Not a big fan of cold?" Henri asked, looking to Lyn with a mischievous smirk, obviously referring to what happened on the carriage. The trip was a long one, and just like Lyn, Henri also needed to stretch himself, albeit in a... slightly different way... As he walked towards her, in a slow and fluid motion, Henri leaned forward, putting one hand on the ground as one of his legs went up, followed by his other hand down and his other leg up, ending as he returned to a standing up position right besides Lyn, in the same slow, fluid way, continuing in the same speed as he was when walking. As he did so, you could hear his joints snapping. As he stopped near her, he looked to the college in front of him. He had never been there before. It would really be an interesting experience. "The college is really something, huh?" He said. "So, can you show me around? I'm really curious about everything." He said laughing.</s> <|message|>Leith Calder Leith Calder Leith 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. At 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. "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." "The college is really something, huh? So, can you show me around? I'm really curious about everything." Leith turned to the new addition to the group, Henri, and smiled. "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." During the ride back to the college, he had noticed Lyn huddle up with the newcomer for warmth.</s> <|message|>Alaira Taenn Alaira Taenn Alaira 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. However, 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.</s> <|message|>Greyson 'Grey' Onyx Grey Onyx The 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. He 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. "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.</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder Leith looked over to Grey when he called out to the group and waved to the guardsman. "Hello! You're not intruding at all." As Grey fired off a flurry of questions, Leith chuckled. "Feeling a bit restless, are we?" He cocked his head to the side as he thought of answers to Grey's questions. "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. He 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?"</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Lyn Marik Lyn, College Lyn had completely missed Henri's surprise in her comment, her attention fully on Leith. It was likely for the best or she might've thought she said something wrong. Due to the nature of her situation, the woman had been completely isolated from certain facts that her childhood wasn't normal. She let a small chuckle escape her lips when Leith brought up the gift he gave her. Gingerly her hands reached into the pouch and shoving Tyrael's stone aside, pulled out the small rune. "I'm very happy you did. Do you know how hard it was to not say over half of what I wanted at that age? It was even harder not to mentally speak using only this. I mean, it's a lot easier and you get so much more information out in one reply then when you have to take a breath." Before Lyn could reply to Henri's last statement, her ears caught someone approaching them. Lyn's eyes popped wide open when she spotted her godfather. His usually twisted, the grey mass was broken by several flowers growing on the surface. They shattered the usually dull pattern with their bright petals in full bloom as Tyrael occasionally ripped them out, crushing the delicate plants in his fists briefly. If she didn't know better, she suspected he had been snooping somewhere he wasn't supposed to be. After the surprise wore off when Tyrale replied, Leith offered to take the written report to Lucilia. An unsettling sensation nudged at the youth that something off. However, she couldn't fully accept what it was. Unable to place it, she remained quiet about it and nodded her head in agreement. Though she couldn't hide the blushing that followed Leith's last statement, unsure if he was talking about Ssarak and Mei or Henri and her. Still smiling at her godfather's keen instincts, she was relieved to be able to do what Henri originally suggested without interruption. A thought then crossed her mind. As Grey addressed Henri, she stepped into the strong scent zone. It didn't bother her badly since her tongue was her main scent organ and her nostrils for breathing, making it easier to tolerate the air. "Professor, sir," she began playing along with his image, "Do you know if mother has returned or not?"</s> <|message|>Althalus Marik Althalus He whistled softly to himself, making his way through the college. He didn't remember much after getting to the center room. Cursing and fighting. Sudden surprise and fear. Then he woke up, the teacher summoning him back and demanding to know what had happened. He didn't know, much to the frustration of both of them, and they all loaded up and went back to the college. The mission, as crazy as it had been, was mostly complete. He cleaned himself off upon returning, and checked how Mar's and Lyn's missions had gone. Not well. Mar barely escaped with her life from a mad king that would have all to happily gutted her alive, and Lyn nearly killed herself by jumping from a building she was in no position to reach across. He couldn't find either of them, Mar he believed was hiding herself to recoup and balance. Hopefully not repress as well. Lyn, well, he'd find Lyn in one of her hidey holes sooner or later. She had to know he had found out about her stupid risk, and wanted to avoid his rebuke. For now, he was looking for Helena, as the girl had asked him (repeatedly) to train her how to be better at fighting than she currently was. With nothing better to do, and the strong feeling that no matter how many times he told her no she'd keep bothering him to do so, Althalus was looking for her and one other person to help. He smiled. This was going be fun. Not for Helena, of course, but he was going to thoroughly enjoy himself. Alaira was an enthusiastic trainer, more than enough to get Helena started on her training she was so eager to start. Who knows? If he was lucky enough she'd give up on the whole endeavor and leave him alone. Having someone from Port Slaughter be so interested in him was dangerous. Not that she'd ever figure it out, but still. He didn't need someone like that around Lyn. Althalus rounded the corner, catching Alaria's final words, his grin growing broader. "Ah! The two women I was looking for. Alaira, I see you've met Helga already. She's asked me to train her on how not to be utterly terrible at fighting with knives. For the sake of that, I was looking to recruit you to help out. Would you mind too terribly to go with us to the training yard? Can't whatever you've got to do today wait a little longer?" He gave his best winning smile, looking up at the tall elf. @May</s> <|message|>Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title) Lucilia Riovas Lucilia soon returned towards her office carrying a small basket of blood candies. This was one of the more recently successful batches that Lucilia was going to box and send out as gifts to her allies in Djarkel and Eania, hopefully this might make some of the more independent covens more interested in collaborating with the college in the future. Speaking of diplomatic missions, she noticed Leith sitting outside of her office. Last she remembered she had sent him on a mission into Djarkel to speak to some of the college's allies. She hoped that everything turned out well for them, though Leith seemed sad. He was slumped against the wall like he had just hurt a friend's feeling. Not wanting to sour his mood, Lucilia crept over and playfully poked his cheek with a flower. "Boop. Hello Leith. Why so glum?" Tyrael Marchosias "Oh? Henri would feel a burning sensation in his back as Tyrael glared at him. The flowers that were on his body began to wilt as his temperature rose, a good sign that Tyrael was about to activate his magic. His arms grew bigger and his fingers extended into sharp bladed claws as the demonomancy teacher her the newcomer flirt with Lyn. "What is this? An intruder in the college? We cannot allow that." Tyrael's black eyes looked into Henri's soul to mark him for death, or at least that's how it felt. For the most part Tyrael just looked like he was about to tear someone apart, partly out of intimidation, mostly because he really was and was only holding back because of the flowers that were now actively constricting his body. Of course Tyrael had to calm down at some point, which was when Grey addressed him. Tyrael's claws turned back into hands, though his notably bulkier arms remained. "Hmph. I am fine. Just Lucilia's magic trying to ward off demons again." Grey seemed to have Henri handled for now, allowing Tyrael to focus his attention back to Lyn. Though he still looked like he was on the verge of mayhem, his expression soften (subtly) as he looked to Lyn. "I do not, miss Lyn. I have actually come to see if she has arrived, but I believe she has. Her team came sometime ago and she was not reported missing. I am certain that your mother is just resting. For now let us go and rest as well. Professor's orders. Later we may bring your mother something fresh to eat." In Lyn's company Tyrael relaxed, his arms returning back to normal as he turned to guide the students to the dinning hall. Normally they'd have to walk on the sidewalks, but it was faster going through the snow. For those who didn't want to get their feet wet, Tyrael would make a path as he walked through the snow, melting a path thanks to the heat radiating from his body. The flowers remained wilted, yet still showed stubborn signs of life. @13org@EliteCommander@Freeshooter92</s>

<|message|>Leith Calder Leith flinched when he was poked with a flower. His head jerked to the side as he searched, wide eyed, for whoever had done that. He didn't have to look that long as the person who had poked him was standing beside him. It was Lucilia. Leith chuckled at his reaction and pulled himself to his feet. He must have been sitting longer than he had thought. Oh well, it allowed him to give Lucilia the letter and the report. His face fell for a second as Lucilia asked what was wrong, but he changed it to a small smile. "Oh, it's nothing really," He waved his hand dismissively. "Just de-stressing from the mission. Oh! It was a success, I think we made a good impression with Lord Carmine. He gave us a journal with information on the other Barons of Djarkel." Leith handed both the book and the letter to Lucilia. "Baron Praxis received his gift and gave us this letter to return to you. There was an attempt made to steal the box that we stopped, but one of the people that were hired to do it burst into flames due to a rune. It burned down the warehouse we faced them in." Leith finished and handed the report to Lucilia. "There are more details in the report, but that is the gist of it." Leith looked back at spot on the floor where he had been sitting and sighed. "I wasn't expecting a fight for my life during a diplomacy mission, and I guess it kinda weighed on me." He looked back at Lucilia as he told her his half-truth. He smiled widely as a thought occurred to him. "Tyrael approached us to tell us that you were busy. He was covered in these flowers that just wouldn't stop growing. You didn't have anything to do with that, did you? I won't tell. I promise" Leith smiled conspiratorially and crossed his heart with his right hand. He frowned for a second as he realized which hand he had used, but he was quick to return to smiling.</s>

<|description|>Leith Calder UserName: Konan375 Age: 25 Mageblood type: Aqua Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy Previous Magic training: None Race: Naerse Human Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand. Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?" Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later. Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz. Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him. Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues. Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.</s> <|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ She flushed a little when he told her not to be jealous. She wasn't jealous. She was a little frustrated perhaps, but not jealous. Jealousy would imply that she cared if Henri was interested in Lyn as well. Even if he was only interested in Lyn she wouldn't be jealous. Well at least not for longer than like a day. But it would never be enough to make her bitter or angry with either of them. She looked to the other girl when she hissed, noting that it sounded painful, pulling her face free of Henri's hand. Her brows furrowed slightly and she looked at Lyn with confusion and concern. "Lyn…" she started before the other girl quickly excused herself and took off. Helena took a small step after her, calling her name again, but she didn't make it far before Keri was stepping in to reprimand Henri again. And a little bit her. "What the…" she started, but didn't get the chance to say more. She stood there, almost a little opened mouthed as both Keri and Henri went at it. Not one of them let her have a chance to say something that might have helped lessen this whole situation and instead just had the same conversation again that had already been had not more than five minutes ago. Even when Henri spoke to her she didn't get the chance to answer him before someone else was cutting in. Again. But at least this interruption came with less lecturing and more support of Henri. "Leith is right," she agreed, taking Henri's hand again and stepping closer to him again. "Mostly. I just think at this point it's wiser to just let things go until tempers have cooled." She looked up at Henri more, giving him a soft smile. "I also think you're more in need of company now than before. You can't shake me that easily."</s> <|message|>Henri Larue Henri's mischievous and charming smile was gone, giving place to a hard and serious expression. It was clear to anyone who saw him right now that things were most definitely not ok. He felt like as the time passed, there were fewer and fewer people he could really trust if something went wrong. Reliable companions. Helena, Leith... And about Lyn... He wasn't so sure about her anymore... She was a good girl but... "Ridiculous... Henri thought to himself, referring to that whole situation as he sighed deeply. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately another voice interrupted not only his thoughts but Helena as well... It was Leith. Apparently, he had heard what Henri just said to Helena and wanted to know what happened. Henri knew about the situation with the shapeshifter already, so it wasn't that big of a surprise when Leith said he was targeting the college. "You surely heard what happened back in the carriage? How I was treated and threatened. And you surely know what has been happening between me and Tyrael since the very moment I put my feet on the college" Henri said. "You want the short version, right? It won't help you at all to understand the situation but there ya go: I asked Lyn to give Tyrael, Athalus and Alaira a message for me. It was basically "Fuck off or else". Lyn isn't the one to blame regarding all this bullshit with Tyrael, Athalus and Alaira, but she is the center of it. The only reason I'm being threatened, antagonized and disrespected like this is because I'm hanging around her. Apparently this offends her daddy dearest and it's goons." Henri continued. "After that, Lyn freaked out, her arms started bleeding due to her powers and she ran away. That's it." Henri said, looking towards Leith. "If you want to hear a bit more about it, the situation with Tyrael has been driving me on edge. It's not exactly comfortable living nearby someone who is your enemy, someone who is a threat to you, knowing that if something happens, no one will be on your side. Athalus and Alaira were the last drop. Do they expect me to be threatened like that, treated like that and disrespected and simply lower my head and accept it without saying anything? That won't happen. If they want to say whatever they want, they will hear what they don't." Henri continued, as he pulled one of his knives and started twirling it on his hand. "The same goes for Tyrael. Have you ever asked yourself how I'm still alive? How do I always get out on top even when fighting against dangerous enemies? My tongue is as sharp as my daggers. In many ways." He said, still twirling the knife on his fingers. "You say about working against our enemies, but I can't help but consider Alaira, Tyrael and Athalus as my enemies after all this. I was repeatedly threatened by them. I don't know if they will attack me or when they will attack me. If something happens, they're definitely not trustworthy. At least not for me." Henri completed. Just after Henri finished speaking with Leith, Helena finally was able to talk something. Stepping closer to him and taking his hand on hers. "I also think you're more in need of company now than before. You can't shake me that easily." She said after agreeing with Leith. "Yeah... Even if you didn't say that, I don't think I would be able to let you go after seeing this smile." Henri said. Even though he was still pissed off with all that situation, his expression became a bit softer after Helena's words. "Thanks. I promise I'll make it up for not giving you the attention you deserve." Henri said, with a discreet smile.. Even though he was still upset, his expression was a bit less threatening than before. It appeared that Helena's words were effective. But before he could say anything more they were interrupted once more. This time it was Ssarak. While Henri had never really talked seriously with Ssarak, he knew Ssarak was a serious guy, and definitely wouldn't put even more fuel on the fire. Something serious he wanted to discuss with Henri? Henri simply raised an eyebrow after he heard that. He was obviously on the defensive after he heard that. After everything that happened, it would be weird if he wasn't. "Is it really something so private and important that Leith and Helena can't hear?" Henri asked, looking to Ssarak as he analyzed his reaction.</s>

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

<|description|>Coco Bean Username: Frettzo Age: She's 21 years old. Mageblood type: Clima. It is useful to know that she was born without the ability to cast magic, and she was given the ability by a very generous Goddess. Favoured Magic Class: Electromancy Previous Magic training: Upper class novice. She's been at the College for a few months now, and it shows in her heightened endurance. Race: Foreas Appearance: [ Take away the facial features, leaving just two nearly unnoticeable slits for nostrils. A 5'7 female with a light green bark tone and a dark army green for foliage. Her body leans towards the fit end of the spectrum. Her Shoulder Pads are protected by a thick layer of bark, and once exposed in Spring, reveal a bunch of puffy bright red petals which extend and wrap across the length of her arms, only to recede back into the protection of the shoulders once Fall comes. Her head foliage is made up of long dark green leaves which are capable of standing erect, making themselves look like a crest of feathers, or relax, leaving Coco with leaves that reach down to her shoulders. Coco usually only moves her leaves via instinct, so she'll have the crest style when she's excited or angry, and have the mellow style when she's sad or relaxed. Confusion usually leads to her leaves trying to pull both ways, making themselves look twitchy (also happens when nervous). A long series of leaves start from her spine at waist level and continue down, going from small to extra-big once they reach her buttocks. Foreas have nothing to hide, so they usually wear no clothes (It'd also be extremely hard to put them on, lacking the vision needed to see the laces and holes.). PS: For the record, Foreas female bodies have just a small bump on their chests, but no such thing as breasts. Keep normal female hips and waist but take away the breasts. Short Bio: THUMP. Surprise, pain. A simple first memory, right? It is simple, yes, but it doesn't feel simple to any Foreas. The experience of being thrown into a world head first, fully sentient and aware of themselves, yet with no knowledge of their own name, purpose and abilities is always traumatizing. The Foreas gets hurt quite a lot, and they also learn quite a lot in their first year. Well, Coco's first year was different from the lot in one single aspect. She found a curious young researcher barely a week after coming out of the pod, a researcher who took her in. Though the specific details of the person's race and gender were lost on the small Coco, she always remembered the being's kindness. The researcher housed her for months, putting up with her constant instinctual noise-making and implied questions. Taught her a lot and also learned a lot from her. She learned to dance from the Researcher, and also learned what Chocolate was... The scent of Chocolate was so sweet that she had unknowingly adopted it as hers. Apparently the Researcher loved Chocolate and had a whole cupboard filled with different kinds, so the researcher's love for these pieces of food rubbed off on Coco, leaves her literally smelling like chocolate for the rest of her life. Months passed, and little Coco's knowledge grew. Winter came, and she took to Hibernation in a small corner of the Researcher's home, then came Spring and she had to leave. Something called her from within the Forests, something pulled at her legs and arms to move and never stop, and she never did. Stopping only to rest at the few clearings where pure sunlight was available, weeks were spent walking, having no idea where she was headed, but knowing it would be worth it. Never once did she question her sudden drive, or why she was so intent on leaving the kind Researcher, just to follow this sudden urge to reach an unknown destination. And it was when she reached her destination that her former memories seemed to be dropped into a blender and mashed together. They all became hazy and hard to directly recall. She had entered a cave, only guiding herself through the darkness with her hearing until she stumbled upon them- other noises like the ones she made! That was the day she found another Foreas, a much older one. But this one could speak, so why couldn't she? That same day she was shown to the one True Foreas- A Great Tree that could tap into her mind and give her knowledge and perspective, context on what she was and what she would become. She learned what a Foreas was, she learned why she couldn't speak and how to fix it, and she learned what she had to do. Just like every Foreas, she spent a few weeks meditating near the Great Tree, interacting with other Foreas in any way she could until she was able to craft her own Speech Artifact. And then her name came along. As a joke, a fellow Foreas named her "Coco Bean", because of her chocolate scent, and the name stuck. The years passed, and ever since her first contact with the Great Tree, she knew of her purpose. She began exploring the world and gathering memories and experiences to share wit the Tree in her yearly pilgrimage to it. It was only yearslater that she realized how lonely a Foreas' life can become. With no family, no friends to rely on... She actually missed the old Researcher. At the age of twenty-one, with a nearly fully developed body, though, problems with the Speech Artifacts had been causing all sorts of chaos in the Foreas species, and Coco hadn't been spared of the seemingly endless wave of interference. Her spoken sentences break and get distorted mid-way through, and she finds communication very difficult. The Tree lacks any context on the problem, and the Foreas as a whole are confused. Some explore the world to find a solution and most don't return, others try to check the artifacts for design problems, but none come up with a way to fix things. These days Coco has joined the efforts to fix the Speech Artifacts, but quickly finds herself bogged down by other significant events in her life. How did she arrive at the Twilight College for Magical Studies, you ask? Let's just say she... Had a small push from a certain overly powerful entity that she can not begin to understand at the moment. Good Attributes: - She smells like chocolate. Who knows? Maybe chocolate eating beings warm up to her because of this scent. - The strength of her skin/bark is enough to protect against blunt force rather efficiently. Though the injuries are less important, both external and internal, when compared to a human's, a stong enough hit will still be fatal. - Total darkness, mist and other wheather phenomenoms that hinder vision have no effect on her ability to know where to move. She also has the ability to 'see' 360° around herself, thanks to her echo-location. - Ever since she can remember, she's enjoyed the challenging act of dancing. Though a lack of vision often presents itself as a problem, it means that she has to respond to sound quickly enough to effectively perform the various movements. In short, she's agile and aware. - She's usually happy and curious, and her attitude is positive enough to aid her in achieving her goals. Bad Attributes: - She smells like chocolate. Who knows? There could be one or two chocolate haters out there. - Being a plant that needs sunlight to survive, she suffers from physical weakness once spending more than fifteen hours in dark, shadowy places. If enough time passes with no direct contact with the sun, she'll begin withering away. The same happens when she doesn't have direct contact with water for more than a day and a half (36 hours). - In the case her Speech Artifact becomes damaged or lost, communication with other species will be extremely difficult. - She is unable to see colours or even perfectly defined shapes, the only things she sees a product of pure brain guesswork and echo-location. One could fool her into recognizing a person as a friend with just imitating the voice and having a body shape roughly similar to the one imitated. - Curiosity killed the cat. While she is no cat... Some people like to hide knowledge, and knowledge is what all Foreas struggle to obtain. Secret Word: Rebirth.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak walked over and grabbed his vest from beside his bed. "If I had any plans, yesterday cancelled them. I do not believe I could, in good conscious, do nothing while the college could use my help. If you are going to help with repairs, then I will be right there with you. I am sure there are plenty of roles we can fill, though...I am fairly certain I know what kind of task they will have me performing. When you look like I do, there is really not much mystery in what others expect you to be capable of." As much as Ssarak wished he could keep a joking mood, there were other worries he had that he was sure Meirin shared. In the aftermath of the attack, there was still much they did not know, and a few questions Ssarak desperately wanted answers to. "I would also like to stop by the infirmary later, after it has calmed down enough that we will not be disrupting them with our presence. I want to know how many of my friends survived, and how many are injured. With all the chaos yesterday caused, I fear it might be days before we know for sure who did not make it."</s> <|message|>Greyson 'Grey' Onyx **Grey Onyx** Grey of course wasn't exactly a savant when it came to social cues, however, so he failed to notice Annabeth's distrust of him. He wouldn't be offended if he did, what with the total clusterfuck that went down last night. although he did notice she didn't seem to like it when he suggested a higher grip**"That's the thing about war-axes, they don't reach as far as swords but they're easier to wield and they hit harder. But don't ever let anyone tell you they're faster..."**Naturally, the common assumption was that swords were quicker than one-handed axes but that was garbage. All the metal you needed for the blade often made them just as heavy if not more so. Annabeth? Seemed noble. She didn't look noble, or seem to act that way (to grey, this is a compliment however), though maybe her parents gave her that name for that very reason? anyway, she seemed distressed when she brought up yesterday, and he certainly didn't blame her. Then she asked her what a guard was doing not... guarding. With a sigh, he told her.**"My CO told me to take the day off. Last night I fought this large demon and it smacked me around quite a bit... anyway, I guess I'm not at my best but I'd like to do *something* productive. So, I thought I'd come here to train. You know the rest."**He finished. At this point she may of noticed that he certainly didn't seem like a big demon beat the crap out of him, even if he did look a little tired. He didn't want to think about last night either, however, and he returned to the subject of fighting**"How's that buckler serving you? If you want I can teach you how to use a proper shield..."**He emphasized it by lightly tapping the wooden shield on his forearm with the training axe.**"Sure it's not the biggest variety of shield but I'll be damned if my own hasn't saved my life on countless occaisions. Not just mine either."**</s>

<|message|>Coco Bean *'It smells like... Fleshlings.'* A rough veil of silence coated the withered, snow-covered fields. Only one being stood out from the scene, and that was a rather brown Foreas. Limp leaves held onto her head for dear life and sap had noticeably flowed freely from a wound to her head mere hours before. She did not shiver. She did not move at all for minutes, which eventually turned into hours. No matter what she did, she couldn't take those scenes off her head, she couldn't shut off the fear she had felt from the moment she saw the first demon. It was like a rain cloud had decided to relief itself onto Coco after years of self-deprivation. The cloud would just keep pouring down its water on her, and she could do nothing but lay still and let it soak her body and mind in their entirety. A mere meter to her right lay the carcass of an unknown entity. A fleshling who other fleshlings referred to as 'demon', a being who had nearly tore her chest open with its claws and teeth. It had only been a night, yet the body was already well into the process of decomposing, and maggots, animals and weather did a number on it. It let out a stench that deeply unsettled Coco. It resembled decomposing fleshlings mixed with the scent of fire, sulfur and blood. She was too exhausted to move, though. It wasn't her body that bogged her down -- the rising sun made sure to feed her with enough energy to move -- It was her mind that forced her down onto the floor. Never before had she missed home so much, to simply live in the Great Forests. To take in sunlight when it was day and have fun with others at night. Things weren't so simple these days. Of course, they had never actually been simple. Home had its fair share of problems too, and even the Syphis seemed to pale in comparison to what this condemned College had in store for her. Granted, it would be a great thing to share with the Tree. The thought of being useful to the Tree sent a small shiver down her spine. Her leaves quivered in clear excitement. But now was not the time to return, not until Spring came. She lifted a hand to touch her necklace, fearing it might have gotten broken the night before, then she sat up and stretched her limbs. "You should move now, Coco." She said to herself, joints popping and leaves pricking up in pleasure. "Yes you should, Lady Coco." A masculine voice rang out, followed by footsteps and the rattling of plate armour. The man's armour was so white and bright that Coco could swear he was the mortal counterpart of the Sun. Coco jumped onto her feet, picking up her spear and pointing it at the source of the voice--That is, until she realized who it was. She dropped her spear and relaxed. "... Mathias Hobbes," She began, some hesitation evident in her voice, "right? I'm so glad to hear you!" She exclaimed and walked over to him, a slight skip in her gait. "*Ser*Mathias Hobbes, my Lady," He watched her in suspicion as she stopped just one foot in front of him and gently grabbed his hands, he took a nervous glance to his sheathed sword, then focused on Coco's featureless face once more, "and I'm glad to see you've survived." "Are all the demons gone? How many fleshlings are dead? Is Rathel okay?" Coco asked, completely unaware of the thorough way in which the Knight stared at her body. "We are not sure yet, my Lady. I was just counting the dead in this part of the gardens until I stumbled upon you." "Oh... Another thing-" She leaned her head in towards his, "what's a 'Lady'?"</s>

<|description|>Coco Bean Username: Frettzo Age: She's 21 years old. Mageblood type: Clima. It is useful to know that she was born without the ability to cast magic, and she was given the ability by a very generous Goddess. Favoured Magic Class: Electromancy Previous Magic training: Upper class novice. She's been at the College for a few months now, and it shows in her heightened endurance. Race: Foreas Appearance: [ Take away the facial features, leaving just two nearly unnoticeable slits for nostrils. A 5'7 female with a light green bark tone and a dark army green for foliage. Her body leans towards the fit end of the spectrum. Her Shoulder Pads are protected by a thick layer of bark, and once exposed in Spring, reveal a bunch of puffy bright red petals which extend and wrap across the length of her arms, only to recede back into the protection of the shoulders once Fall comes. Her head foliage is made up of long dark green leaves which are capable of standing erect, making themselves look like a crest of feathers, or relax, leaving Coco with leaves that reach down to her shoulders. Coco usually only moves her leaves via instinct, so she'll have the crest style when she's excited or angry, and have the mellow style when she's sad or relaxed. Confusion usually leads to her leaves trying to pull both ways, making themselves look twitchy (also happens when nervous). A long series of leaves start from her spine at waist level and continue down, going from small to extra-big once they reach her buttocks. Foreas have nothing to hide, so they usually wear no clothes (It'd also be extremely hard to put them on, lacking the vision needed to see the laces and holes.). PS: For the record, Foreas female bodies have just a small bump on their chests, but no such thing as breasts. Keep normal female hips and waist but take away the breasts. Short Bio: THUMP. Surprise, pain. A simple first memory, right? It is simple, yes, but it doesn't feel simple to any Foreas. The experience of being thrown into a world head first, fully sentient and aware of themselves, yet with no knowledge of their own name, purpose and abilities is always traumatizing. The Foreas gets hurt quite a lot, and they also learn quite a lot in their first year. Well, Coco's first year was different from the lot in one single aspect. She found a curious young researcher barely a week after coming out of the pod, a researcher who took her in. Though the specific details of the person's race and gender were lost on the small Coco, she always remembered the being's kindness. The researcher housed her for months, putting up with her constant instinctual noise-making and implied questions. Taught her a lot and also learned a lot from her. She learned to dance from the Researcher, and also learned what Chocolate was... The scent of Chocolate was so sweet that she had unknowingly adopted it as hers. Apparently the Researcher loved Chocolate and had a whole cupboard filled with different kinds, so the researcher's love for these pieces of food rubbed off on Coco, leaves her literally smelling like chocolate for the rest of her life. Months passed, and little Coco's knowledge grew. Winter came, and she took to Hibernation in a small corner of the Researcher's home, then came Spring and she had to leave. Something called her from within the Forests, something pulled at her legs and arms to move and never stop, and she never did. Stopping only to rest at the few clearings where pure sunlight was available, weeks were spent walking, having no idea where she was headed, but knowing it would be worth it. Never once did she question her sudden drive, or why she was so intent on leaving the kind Researcher, just to follow this sudden urge to reach an unknown destination. And it was when she reached her destination that her former memories seemed to be dropped into a blender and mashed together. They all became hazy and hard to directly recall. She had entered a cave, only guiding herself through the darkness with her hearing until she stumbled upon them- other noises like the ones she made! That was the day she found another Foreas, a much older one. But this one could speak, so why couldn't she? That same day she was shown to the one True Foreas- A Great Tree that could tap into her mind and give her knowledge and perspective, context on what she was and what she would become. She learned what a Foreas was, she learned why she couldn't speak and how to fix it, and she learned what she had to do. Just like every Foreas, she spent a few weeks meditating near the Great Tree, interacting with other Foreas in any way she could until she was able to craft her own Speech Artifact. And then her name came along. As a joke, a fellow Foreas named her "Coco Bean", because of her chocolate scent, and the name stuck. The years passed, and ever since her first contact with the Great Tree, she knew of her purpose. She began exploring the world and gathering memories and experiences to share wit the Tree in her yearly pilgrimage to it. It was only yearslater that she realized how lonely a Foreas' life can become. With no family, no friends to rely on... She actually missed the old Researcher. At the age of twenty-one, with a nearly fully developed body, though, problems with the Speech Artifacts had been causing all sorts of chaos in the Foreas species, and Coco hadn't been spared of the seemingly endless wave of interference. Her spoken sentences break and get distorted mid-way through, and she finds communication very difficult. The Tree lacks any context on the problem, and the Foreas as a whole are confused. Some explore the world to find a solution and most don't return, others try to check the artifacts for design problems, but none come up with a way to fix things. These days Coco has joined the efforts to fix the Speech Artifacts, but quickly finds herself bogged down by other significant events in her life. How did she arrive at the Twilight College for Magical Studies, you ask? Let's just say she... Had a small push from a certain overly powerful entity that she can not begin to understand at the moment. Good Attributes: - She smells like chocolate. Who knows? Maybe chocolate eating beings warm up to her because of this scent. - The strength of her skin/bark is enough to protect against blunt force rather efficiently. Though the injuries are less important, both external and internal, when compared to a human's, a stong enough hit will still be fatal. - Total darkness, mist and other wheather phenomenoms that hinder vision have no effect on her ability to know where to move. She also has the ability to 'see' 360° around herself, thanks to her echo-location. - Ever since she can remember, she's enjoyed the challenging act of dancing. Though a lack of vision often presents itself as a problem, it means that she has to respond to sound quickly enough to effectively perform the various movements. In short, she's agile and aware. - She's usually happy and curious, and her attitude is positive enough to aid her in achieving her goals. Bad Attributes: - She smells like chocolate. Who knows? There could be one or two chocolate haters out there. - Being a plant that needs sunlight to survive, she suffers from physical weakness once spending more than fifteen hours in dark, shadowy places. If enough time passes with no direct contact with the sun, she'll begin withering away. The same happens when she doesn't have direct contact with water for more than a day and a half (36 hours). - In the case her Speech Artifact becomes damaged or lost, communication with other species will be extremely difficult. - She is unable to see colours or even perfectly defined shapes, the only things she sees a product of pure brain guesswork and echo-location. One could fool her into recognizing a person as a friend with just imitating the voice and having a body shape roughly similar to the one imitated. - Curiosity killed the cat. While she is no cat... Some people like to hide knowledge, and knowledge is what all Foreas struggle to obtain. Secret Word: Rebirth.</s> <|message|>Greyson 'Grey' Onyx **Grey Onyx** Grey noticeably soured at the mention of the new guards.**"Those things aren't human, they can't be... Some of us are still around you know, the organized ones left but there's about a couple dozen freelancers like myself still here."**He explained, though it was clear he didn't want to talk about the subject right now. He listened to Meirin speak of her training. Interesting magic, weaving. It was so different from the other types...**"You guys never cease to amaze me. I mean, you all stuck around, and you aren't even bound by contract! Not that I'd ever consider abandoning any of you."**He said, pride obvious in his voice. These little chats always reminded him that the people here were worth protecting, that he'd made a good choice in applying here. Soon however, one of those false guards had come for the two of them, apparently they were to report to lucilia... ***Later...*** It was... a lot to take in. Evidently, Lucilia was sending the students out to take care of what was likely a group of renegade mages, and he was attached to keep them safe. Part of him was somewhat satisfied, he was far better as a personal bodyguard than a patrol guard. But, he had several misgivings about the company... there was Leith, who was actually quite friendly, but had that relic of demonic origin attached to his arm. He didn't trust it. There was Athalus, the one who ordered the crossbow. it might just be paranoia, but the guy seemed like the sort of man who was always up to no good. Mar... Mar needed no explanation. She was abrasive and had these alien values he simply didn't understand. And Coco... At first, Coco creeped him out, but at this point he found the girl adorable. He walked out to the gate, seeing Athalus was already there, which was good, he'd gotten there early. He waved, but tripped on a loose stone as one of his belt pouches fell to the ground, coming open and scattering papers everywhere.**"Gods... Can you help me gather these?"**he said, as he rosed, rubbing at his arm as he set about picking them up. They were wanted posters of various criminals he'd collected. While he was no bounty hunter, he liked to familiarize himself with prominent ne'er do wells, so that he'd know what people to look out for on the job. Most of them came from Djarkel, and more than half of them came from a nasty little place by the name of port slaughter, most of which were worthless as they were renditions of disguises most of the gods-damn time.</s> <|message|>Colette Filiatraut Colette She was surprised and shocked when Lucilia called her and some other people and was even more shocked when she received news that she was going on a mission. She pondered it as she went back to her room getting anything she needed for the trip when she froze. "Oh god what happens if I dont have access to blood" she thought not knowing as a full vampire she now had control over her blood lust. She took deep breaths and forced herself to relax "I will have to try controlling it during the mission. She made sure her things were prepared grabbing her cage of bats that were begging for her attention by their usual screeches. She slowly left looking back at her beloved room before leaving completely. She meet with the others and quickly got nervous at seeing unfamiliar faces ahead of her. The fear that they would look at her with disgust and hatred like others have in her past quickly filled her mind but she forced herself to stay there so they could head out for the mission</s>

<|message|>Coco Bean ... Her leaves rustled the moment she recognized the words.*Forest of Symphony*. That was her home. And rogue mages were in there, doing Xiah-knows-what. When the briefing was done and her decision was made, she looked like a cactus. A rather... Soft and brightly colored cactus, that was for sure, but her leaves surely stood on end, sharper than they had ever been in her life before. With maybe the exception of the demon attack... And the time the Syphis hunted her... And that time she accidentally touched something she wasn't supposed to touch on a fleshling. She didn't have much in the way of material possessions, and the only one of such things she truly cared about, was the spear that Alaira had given to her, months ago. She grabbed it as soon as she had reached her spot in the gardens. It had been leaning against the wall of the overgrown cottage, with a small box of clothing next to it. She dug through the wooden box and pulled out a pair of leather pauldrons. She tied the pauldrons to her shoulders, carefully placing them over her delicate and fully blossomed shoulder pads, with laces that went down her chest and all the way around her ribcage. When both pauldrons were secure, she grabbed the spear and straightened her back. She rolled her shoulders a bit, then turned around and leaned against the wall. Her leaves pressed themselves against her head and neck, left hand fingers brushing against the smooth surface of her communication rune. Then she walked. Minutes, accompanied by the silence of the gardens and then the stares she felt from other students, passed. She found herself nearing the West Gate, as instructed, where she was able to pick up several familiar scents. Grey was the first one. She hadn't talked to him enough, and she was always curious about fleshlings. Plus, it seemed like a good time to socialize and take her mind away from the Forest, Foreas and the Great Tree. **"Oh! Grey, right?"**Coco said, in her uniquely chipper way, even though the rune wasn't able to change its voice's tone, her body language was another thing.**"And..."**she flicked a finger at the pointy metal end of the spear,**"you're collecting papers? What are they about? You're a Guard, right? I know you were there in the briefing. So why is a Guard coming with us?"** She knelt down near Grey and put her hand on one of the papers, then grabbed the page and passed it to Grey, hand soon free to wave Althalus a greeting. As silent as the man was, Coco had learned to recognize his scent. **"Actually, that's a silly question,"**She muttered, then perked up, facing Grey,**"have you ever visited the Forest of Symphony?"**And there she went again, mind back to home and its troubles.</s>

<|description|>Annabeth Gulch UserName: Lucius Cypher Age: 19 Mageblood type: Lues Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood. Race: Narsea Human Appearance: Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan. But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself. That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it. Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him. Good Attributes: Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency. Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles. Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed. Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important. Bad Attributes: Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you. Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best. Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation. Secret Word: Rebirth Rewards: Stealth Ring</s> <|message|>Alaira Taenn **Alaira Taenn** Oh, so he had a big Axe? was she supposed to be impressed? Internally, she laughed a bit. The way that axe was designed, it would likely get stuck in things quite easily, such is the price paid for ornamentation. Either that, or it was wielded by someone with monstrous strength. Of course, seeing as that was untrue of the last guy she fought that waved around a similarly over-ornamented weapon, she was doubtful.**"Eh, I've seen bigger."**She said. Well, wielded by a*minotaur*, but still. She was about to challenge the poor bastard to an honor duel when some other fight broke out. Hey, wait a second, why wasn't she invited? How inconsiderate! The lizard excused himself, but she found herself following for a closer look. As it turned out, they hadn't come to blows yet but Alaira had seen enough situations between such people and they only ever ended in two ways: Violence, or sex (Usually in a different location). However she'd never seen a Naga so pissed off. It wasn't long before they came to blows, and she was certainly enjoying the show. Her money was on the Naga.**"Come on, smack the bitch outta him!"**she shouted as the guy avoided her attacks. However, soon she had the guy pinned and was about to tear his throat out when she moved to intervene.**"Heh, playtime's over..."**she said with a crooked smile as she readied her lance and was about to charge in and knock the girl off of him. However, she did none of that as she noticed Lizard-boy was about to do something. The Lizard fired some sort of purple(?) gas out of his mouth at the two of them, and suddenly they didn't feel like fighting anymore. and then... it was as the two acted that the sheer... ridiculousness of the situation dawned on her. She started laughing as the two drugged fools started... well, being affected by it. she only laughed harder when the two wandered off together, considering that she was literally about to tear his throat out with her goddamn teeth.**"Well look at that Mr. Hero, you saved the goddamn day..."**she said, still getting the laughter out of her system.**"The hell was that? I didn't know you could do shit like that..."**she said. Clearly this guy was a bit of a killjoy, but he might be a good fight, who knows.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak leaned himself up against a nearby column, letting the head of his axe rest on the ground while he held lightly onto the end of its handle. He closed his eyes a moment and let out a deep breath, though he could already feel that he was about to get a headache. A good deal of fatigue came over him, though it was nothing some rest, and maybe a meal or two, could not fix. He was proud of his actions, however. For once in his life, he was saving lives instead of taking them. "Psychomancy can have many effects, not all of which are harmful. I would rather save a life than to take one." Ssarak said, opening his eyes to look at the Forest Elf. "As an Esyire, I can project the essence of my blood into a sort of breath attack. For other bloods, that might be fire, or lightning, or even shards of rock. For psychomancy, the effect is not quite so directly harmful. Mine in particular has a calming effect on the victim, along with other effects one would commonly associate with various types of drugs. It was, however, exhausting."</s>

<|message|>Annabeth Gulch Annabeth was hopeful when Uicle said he could help, only for that to be followed by a series of unfortunate events. Everything he touched began to break, and she was a bit worried. This was more than simply bad luck. Bad luck could be falling out of your chair or having a painting fall on you. What happened seemed to be a very lazy assassination attempt involving broken furniture. It was funny at first, but now Annabeth was seriously concerned that there was something wrong with Uicle.**"Uicle, is... No, there is something very wrong with what just happened. The falling hammer, that worker dropping knives on you, that could have been an accident... But this? Broken desk, broken chair, surely this isn't normal."**Annabeth was trying to show concern for her teacher, if only because she was worried his bad luck was going to affect her as well. Everyone had their quirks, but this misfortune that followed Uicle could be maddening.**"Forgive me if I am speaking out of place... I am merely concerned as a student, about your well being."** Satori **"You would find that Psychomancy is capable of much more still."**From the shadows Satori appeared. She had heard the clamoring and would have came in to stop it had Ssarak not shown the ability to handle it himself. Not how she would have done it, but he did well considering his abilities. She was wearing a two-piece long robe, made of a light blue and white cloth, which contrasted with her pale pink hair.**"I thank you for stopping them before they came to blows, Sir Dyreackthanose. Though this incident will be reported none the less... And Miss Taenn, fighting in school grounds may be allowed when sanctioned, but we do not advocate hostilities among the students. We are here to learn our magics, not as a place to do harm to each other."**Satori walked over to the duo with her hands laced over each other. Though her face held a small smile and her tone of voice was almost soothing, there was the subtle feeling that she was crawling through the minds of the two, like she was merely a distraction for an assassin to slit through throats from behind. But it was just Satori, alone with the two students.**"Lessons will begin soon. I myself am heading towards my classroom. Seeing that you are one of my disciple, Sir Dyreackthanose, would you like to accompany me?"**</s>

<|description|>Annabeth Gulch UserName: Lucius Cypher Age: 19 Mageblood type: Lues Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood. Race: Narsea Human Appearance: Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan. But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself. That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it. Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him. Good Attributes: Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency. Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles. Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed. Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important. Bad Attributes: Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you. Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best. Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation. Secret Word: Rebirth Rewards: Stealth Ring</s> <|message|>Cynn Ellime **Cynn Ellime** Soon 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. Soon 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.</s> <|message|>Leith Calder 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. A 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.* Leith 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.</s> <|message|>Meirin Kurenai or just Mei 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?"**</s> <|message|>Annabeth Gulch Annabeth Gulch Annabeth 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.</s> <|message|>Greyson 'Grey' Onyx **Grey Onyx** *THUD* **"Hugh! T-the hells your -Ach- problem? D-d-don't you, know -Urk- who I am?!"** Grey 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.* **"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. With 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."**</s> <|message|>Cynn Ellime **Cynn Ellime** That 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. "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. *Alright, when this is over,*she thought.*I'm going to get a lighter bed frame* As 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.</s>

<|message|>Annabeth Gulch So 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..."** It 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."**</s>

<|description|>Annabeth Gulch UserName: Lucius Cypher Age: 19 Mageblood type: Lues Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood. Race: Narsea Human Appearance: Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan. But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself. That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it. Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him. Good Attributes: Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency. Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles. Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed. Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important. Bad Attributes: Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you. Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best. Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation. Secret Word: Rebirth Rewards: Stealth Ring</s> <|message|>Colette Filiatraut Colette Colette panted when she finally saw the fight over, she allowed her bat ally to vanish before falling to her knees, her dress was torn and she was bleeding in several parts of her bod. She stood up steadily and made her way slowly back to her dorm holding her shoulder wound which was the deepest. "Man if I don't get back soon this blood loss will cause me to become even hunger which I fear for since I never been so wounded" she said looking down at her dress which was completely torn up "And I might have to make a new outfit for me" she said to herself again. She smiled when she made it to the tower and went upstairs landing on her bed her bat pets nuzzling her whining at seeing such wounds on her small body, she patted them lightly wincing. "I will be fine as long as I stay here and heal the best I can" she said her eyes looking up at the dull ceiling with a sigh</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak could not admit that he entirely understood what happened over the course of the next few minutes. At first, it seemed like demons were raising from the dead while the air became difficult and painful to breathe. It looked like the fight was lost, but then, as quickly as they had risen, the demons spontaneously exploded and the air returned to its normal state. With Satori as an organizing force, the guards overcame their confusion and pushed back against the demons that were already trying to return from the Inferno. Ssarak, Meirin, and Leith joined in the offensive as well, with Ssarak foregoing any physical combat in favor of closely examining enemy movements and providing useful tactical information. It was not long before they had cleared the way to the infirmary. With access to those supplies and healers, the wounded in the dining hall would stand a much better chance of recovering. For all intents and purposes, unless something else catastrophic happened, the battle seemed to be over. There were almost certainly stragglers hidden in the college, but the guards were in much better shape to deal with them than Ssarak was. Ssarak returned his axe to its place on his back and leaned himself against a wall outside the infirmary. With the chaos and excitement of the battle essentially over, he could feel the pain in his chest more clearly with each breath. It wasn't what he would associate with a broken rib, but it was almost certainly fractured. Overall, though, he was not worried about his health, but rather what this attack would mean for the college. He would recover, but from his perspective, the future of the college was less certain. How many students had survived the attack? How much would it cost to rebuild? Was the college even capable of continuing? Even more concerning was the source of the attack itself. An immense amount of power had been directed at the college, and while it had survived, how close had they been to death? The inferno had nearly manifested in the college twice during the attack. Had either succeeded, what hope of survival would there have been for himself, and his friends? "So...it's over, then." Ssarak said, looking to Meirin and Leith with a pained expression, not because of his injuries, but because of the realization of the danger they were in, and were likely going to continue to be in as long as they remained with the college.</s> <|message|>Meirin Kurenai or just Mei Meirin had no idea what sort of chaos was forming now. At first she thought the worse had happened, that the Demons had somehow been resurrected, only for them to shortly after explode into a bloody mess. The confusion was surprisingly short however, as soon Meirin heard Satori's voice in her head telling everyone to begin their counter offensive. Meirin was quick to adapt to the situation and picked up a new spear, skewering the remaining demonic invaders alongside the guards and students. Before long they sent the entire horde into a full retreat. Meirin followed Ssarak and Leith throughout most of the attack as they made a path towards the Infirmary. Than Meirin dropped her spear so she could help carrying the wounded into the Infirmary, even got herself patched up to full health. She carried as many bodies as she could before the Infirmary was packed full, and even than they tried to bring some healers to those who couldn't be placed inside the Infirmary. Meirin left to take a breather and brought back a few health potions for Ssarak and Leith. She definitely knew that Ssarak was injured, and Leith was likely in no better shape after fighting that demonic sword.**"Hey guys, I brought some potions for you."**Just than Ssarak asked if the attack was over. Meirin's face grew solemn.**"No... This is just the beginning. It's never that simply, you know? This was just one attack. One day they will come back, and we have to be ready for them. They always come back...."**Meirin's memory began to resurface the thoughts of her home. When it too was attacked by demons, forced to fight off the invaders. She saw friends cut down, people she could have saved if she was just a second faster. It was all coming back to her now, and a single tear was shed. She looked at her hands and noticed all the blood. She wasn't sure who's it belonged to. How many people could she have saved today, if she had been stronger? What would happen to the college if she couldn't?</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak took the potion and eyed it for a few moments. He knew he was hurt, but so too were many others, many worse than himself. He couldn't help but to think that someone else would need it, although potions were less effective than magic healing. Still, looking at Meirin he could tell that she was worried about his health. "I suppose I will drink half of it and save the rest for anyone else who requires it." He said, uncorking the bottle and quickly downing half of its contents. Once he stored away the remainder of the potion in his satchel, he noticed how shaken up Meirin seemed. Few people could go through such a harrowing experience and emerge without any mental scars. So many had been hurt or wounded during the attack; the bodies of defenseless students still littered the halls. How many of their friends were among the bodies? How many would not recover from their wounds? Understandably, Ssarak was filled with a mix of fear, anxiety, and anger towards the demons. For Meirin, however, there seemed to be something else in her eyes. It reminded Ssarak of himself whenever he thought back on the destruction of his village. Stepping in front of her, he placed a hand on her shoulder to get her attention and looked her in the eyes. Despite the chaos they had been through, he kept his expression calm and resolute. He did not bother to ask her if she was alright, because if his instincts were correct, then he knew she wasn't. Instead, he said what he thought would help him the most were he in her position. "For here, and now, we stopped them. The demons are not taking the college today, and we have a chance to make ourselves better, stronger, so it never happens in the future."</s>

<|message|>Annabeth Gulch Annabeth carried Cynn into the Infirmary, the both of them drenched in blood. Even now Annabeth was working on Autopilot; that encounter nearly took both their lives, and the worse she was able to inflict was a scratch of all things. Cynn had it worse, but neither of the two girls were in any condition to be moving. But someone had to save Cynn, and Annabeth wasn't going to let herself be weak now of all times. Annabeth made it to the Infirmary long enough for one of the healers to take Cynn off her hand, and for her to collapse. When Annabeth woke up, she was bandaged up everywhere. She could hardly feel her hands but could see others moving around her. Annabeth managed to get to her feet and walk off under her own power, though she didn't really have a destination in mind. She just was moving on her own, not even realizing what she was doing. It was all a daze to her. To anyone near by, they could her hear mumbling.**"Got to run... Got to run... Run...."**Everything was still a blur...</s>

<|description|>Annabeth Gulch UserName: Lucius Cypher Age: 19 Mageblood type: Lues Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood. Race: Narsea Human Appearance: Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan. But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself. That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it. Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him. Good Attributes: Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency. Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles. Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed. Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important. Bad Attributes: Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you. Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best. Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation. Secret Word: Rebirth Rewards: Stealth Ring</s> <|message|>Meirin Kurenai or just Mei **"Ah... It was nothing important. Don't think too much about it."**Meirin waved off her last question. She did crack a smile at Ssarak's joke about them being rooms mates now with the hole int he wall however. A bit of humor would help ease tensions, she hoped.**"Well, now that I'm in good health, I was thinking of trying to help the college out a bit. The sound of construction woke me up, so I figured they could use an extra hand with repairs and what not. Are you interested in helping them too?"**She could see the usefulness of a large Eysire like Ssarak for the repair efforts. Though another thought came into her mind as she continued to wonder how she was going to help the college.**"Ah, but just so you know, we're probably not going to have much of a break. I mean, once we start I doubt they'll just let us walk off whenever we feel like it. If you have any plans today, I understand if you don't want to come. Since classes are canceled for the day, I figured I'd use my free time to be productive."**</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak walked over and grabbed his vest from beside his bed. "If I had any plans, yesterday cancelled them. I do not believe I could, in good conscious, do nothing while the college could use my help. If you are going to help with repairs, then I will be right there with you. I am sure there are plenty of roles we can fill, though...I am fairly certain I know what kind of task they will have me performing. When you look like I do, there is really not much mystery in what others expect you to be capable of." As much as Ssarak wished he could keep a joking mood, there were other worries he had that he was sure Meirin shared. In the aftermath of the attack, there was still much they did not know, and a few questions Ssarak desperately wanted answers to. "I would also like to stop by the infirmary later, after it has calmed down enough that we will not be disrupting them with our presence. I want to know how many of my friends survived, and how many are injured. With all the chaos yesterday caused, I fear it might be days before we know for sure who did not make it."</s> <|message|>Greyson 'Grey' Onyx **Grey Onyx** Grey of course wasn't exactly a savant when it came to social cues, however, so he failed to notice Annabeth's distrust of him. He wouldn't be offended if he did, what with the total clusterfuck that went down last night. although he did notice she didn't seem to like it when he suggested a higher grip**"That's the thing about war-axes, they don't reach as far as swords but they're easier to wield and they hit harder. But don't ever let anyone tell you they're faster..."**Naturally, the common assumption was that swords were quicker than one-handed axes but that was garbage. All the metal you needed for the blade often made them just as heavy if not more so. Annabeth? Seemed noble. She didn't look noble, or seem to act that way (to grey, this is a compliment however), though maybe her parents gave her that name for that very reason? anyway, she seemed distressed when she brought up yesterday, and he certainly didn't blame her. Then she asked her what a guard was doing not... guarding. With a sigh, he told her.**"My CO told me to take the day off. Last night I fought this large demon and it smacked me around quite a bit... anyway, I guess I'm not at my best but I'd like to do *something* productive. So, I thought I'd come here to train. You know the rest."**He finished. At this point she may of noticed that he certainly didn't seem like a big demon beat the crap out of him, even if he did look a little tired. He didn't want to think about last night either, however, and he returned to the subject of fighting**"How's that buckler serving you? If you want I can teach you how to use a proper shield..."**He emphasized it by lightly tapping the wooden shield on his forearm with the training axe.**"Sure it's not the biggest variety of shield but I'll be damned if my own hasn't saved my life on countless occaisions. Not just mine either."**</s> <|message|>Coco Bean **Coco Bean** *'It smells like... Fleshlings.'* A rough veil of silence coated the withered, snow-covered fields. Only one being stood out from the scene, and that was a rather brown Foreas. Limp leaves held onto her head for dear life and sap had noticeably flowed freely from a wound to her head mere hours before. She did not shiver. She did not move at all for minutes, which eventually turned into hours. No matter what she did, she couldn't take those scenes off her head, she couldn't shut off the fear she had felt from the moment she saw the first demon. It was like a rain cloud had decided to relief itself onto Coco after years of self-deprivation. The cloud would just keep pouring down its water on her, and she could do nothing but lay still and let it soak her body and mind in their entirety. A mere meter to her right lay the carcass of an unknown entity. A fleshling who other fleshlings referred to as 'demon', a being who had nearly tore her chest open with its claws and teeth. It had only been a night, yet the body was already well into the process of decomposing, and maggots, animals and weather did a number on it. It let out a stench that deeply unsettled Coco. It resembled decomposing fleshlings mixed with the scent of fire, sulfur and blood. She was too exhausted to move, though. It wasn't her body that bogged her down -- the rising sun made sure to feed her with enough energy to move -- It was her mind that forced her down onto the floor. Never before had she missed home so much, to simply live in the Great Forests. To take in sunlight when it was day and have fun with others at night. Things weren't so simple these days. Of course, they had never actually been simple. Home had its fair share of problems too, and even the Syphis seemed to pale in comparison to what this condemned College had in store for her. Granted, it would be a great thing to share with the Tree. The thought of being useful to the Tree sent a small shiver down her spine. Her leaves quivered in clear excitement. But now was not the time to return, not until Spring came. She lifted a hand to touch her necklace, fearing it might have gotten broken the night before, then she sat up and stretched her limbs. "You should move now, Coco." She said to herself, joints popping and leaves pricking up in pleasure. "Yes you should, Lady Coco." A masculine voice rang out, followed by footsteps and the rattling of plate armour. The man's armour was so white and bright that Coco could swear he was the mortal counterpart of the Sun. Coco jumped onto her feet, picking up her spear and pointing it at the source of the voice--That is, until she realized who it was. She dropped her spear and relaxed. "... Mathias Hobbes," She began, some hesitation evident in her voice, "right? I'm so glad to hear you!" She exclaimed and walked over to him, a slight skip in her gait. "*Ser*Mathias Hobbes, my Lady," He watched her in suspicion as she stopped just one foot in front of him and gently grabbed his hands, he took a nervous glance to his sheathed sword, then focused on Coco's featureless face once more, "and I'm glad to see you've survived." "Are all the demons gone? How many fleshlings are dead? Is Rathel okay?" Coco asked, completely unaware of the thorough way in which the Knight stared at her body. "We are not sure yet, my Lady. I was just counting the dead in this part of the gardens until I stumbled upon you." "Oh... Another thing-" She leaned her head in towards his, "what's a 'Lady'?"</s>

<|message|>Annabeth Gulch Annabeth continued to hack and slash at the wooden dummy. While she still found her new handling of the axe to be cumbersome, she was starting to get a feel for it. She somewhat was listening to what Grey was saying, telling her that he was to take a day off after fighting a particularly large demon. She saw plenty of them last night, and the guards who fought them. Most of them are dead. She supposed that the survivors would be too injured to serve, but a quickly glance at Grey showed that, while he still barred scars from last night, he was quite healthy for someone who fought against a large demon as he said. Perhaps his injuries were more than physical? Well, Annabeth wasn't going to pry. She didn't really want to know. Grey moved the subject back to fighting and mentioned her choice of shields. Grey used a larger shield than her buckler, made of wood and bound by metal. Annabeth's own shield was made entirely out of iron, with some leather backing.**"I like my buckler. Lighter than most shields I work with, and the way it's designed allows me to parry blades easier. Plus I can do this-"**As Annabeth finished one attack with her axe, she suddenly jumped towards the straw dummy and slammed her buckler right into it's head. She struck it with so much force that she was able to decapitate the dummy, though attacking it with her axe before hand probably helped.**"Which to be honest, I have a hard time doing with larger shields. I even tried using a targe once, not too bad, but it's not a buckler."**Annabeth sunk her axe into the remains of the straw dummy and walked over to her bag, which contained most of her things including her waterskin. Drinking and pouring some water over her head, Annabeth looked towards Grey.**"Why so interested in teaching me? Not that I mind, but I don't want you to think that I'm incapable of handling myself."**At least Annabeth wants to think that she can handle herself. Last night proved otherwise, but she doesn't want to dwell on those thoughts.</s>

<|description|>Annabeth Gulch UserName: Lucius Cypher Age: 19 Mageblood type: Lues Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood. Race: Narsea Human Appearance: Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan. But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself. That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it. Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him. Good Attributes: Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency. Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles. Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed. Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important. Bad Attributes: Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you. Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best. Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation. Secret Word: Rebirth Rewards: Stealth Ring</s> <|message|>Colette Filiatraut Colette She sighed as she gave up on looking for Lucillia and sat down in front of a tree looking up at the sky. She envied the early morning time sky because of its peacefulness, something she hadn't felt in centuries. She sighed and looked away "Why must the sky torture me, I had enough it of" she muttered as she payed with her pink hair that was out of its usual pony tails closing her eyes. She leaned back her left kneel pointed up as her free hand rubbed her exposed legs which were as cold as ice which she was used to. Her mind slowly went back to the conversation she had with her savior. "Can I possibly get stronger....will it take away the pain from my non beating heart that I want to get rid of, put everything in the past behind me..." she had so many questions about this that she didn't have the guts to ask Lucillia because she felt stupid for asking.She gave out or more like forced out a hollow chuckle as she stopped her actions and curled up the felt fabric of her new dress brushing against her skin. She could feel her eyes tear up but none did not fall. "I doubt nothing could take a centuries worth of pain, never" she said coldly as if she was trying to convince herself. All soon was silent around her as her eyes stayed teared up beneath her eyelashes that were against her pale skin which made them stand out even more.All she could hear was the sounds of crickets singing their final song and birds in some other trees not far from her. But nothing eased her paging mind at all. She looked up when she heard someone say hi to her and she looked up blinking away her tears. She vaguely remembered seeing this girl before in the Underhaven but never talked to her since she was still settling in. "Um hello..." she said her voice was a little cracked from her ealier emotions that were leaking through her mental barrier</s> <|message|>Meirin Kurenai or just Mei Meirin did not expect this to happen. With all that occurred yesterday, she did not expect to see this boy. She felt ashamed at first, wondering why he was hugging her. Only when she glanced at Ssarak did she remember with great clarity that the two of them saved this boy as well as a few others last night. It made her glad that he survived, as it reminded her that Ssarak was right; she did save lives, despite her own self doubts. It still pained her to see the faces of those who were just out of her grasp, but for a moment she was glad that she was able to save at least one life, perhaps even more. When the boy went to embrace Ssarak, Meirin simply stood quietly until the boy let go. He opened his mouth to try to say something, but he was speechless. What else was there to say? She knew that he wanted to thank the two of them, but perhaps out of shock or shyness he could not. Meirin simply stepped over to the boy and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.**"We're both glad that you're alive. How are you holding up?"**Meirin than gave Ssarak a subtle but understanding look; she would speak to the boy for now, and allow him a chance to check in the Infirmary.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyrackthanose --- Ssarak noticed Meirin's gaze and nodded. She would be more well-suited to talk to him than himself, and one of them needed to see who was wounded in the infirmary. He gave a polite nod to the boy, then entered the infirmary. He looked around the room, but was not really sure where to begin. No matter what he did, he needed to avoid getting in the way of the medical staff, so he mostly stuck to the sidelines. As expected, the entire room was filled with people with various degrees of injuries. Some looked like they would be fine without help, while others were maimed to the point that all the healers could do was make their last moments painless. As much as it pained him, he focused on the latter group closely. The sheer thought of seeing a friend in that state struck fear into his heart, but to be able to grieve would be better than just not knowing. The only thing keeping him out of depression was the knowledge that at least most of these people had a chance. The college's healers were probably some of the best in Tien, so if anyone could save them, it was them. The infirmary had evidently held out against the demons' assault, so not all of the college's healers had perished. When Ssarak's village was attacked, almost everyone who could have helped the wounded had been killed, so many who did survive had been doomed to a slow death. Ssarak considered it a mercy that most of them had died before he returned, as it meant he did not have to witness their lives extinguishing around him.</s>

<|message|>Annabeth Gulch The girl that Annabeth was talking too seemed... Distressed? Sad? Well, Annabeth could imagine why. Yesterday was quite harrowing to many people. Normally Annabeth would use her telepathy to figure out more, but today she believes everyone needs some time to themselves. To grieve alone, and with others when they're ready. Not that Annabeth was the type of person who'd leave someone well enough alone.**"Hi. You seemed distressed. I don't mean to pry of course... Yesterday was quite a tragedy for many people. I'm just trying to do my part and help some people out. Are you okay? Lost, perhaps? I'm actually heading towards the forge, if you'd like to accompany me."**Now that she thought of it, Annabeth should try to find some of her friends too. Haklo, Leith, Ssarak, and anyone else she could find. She should find Grey later as well, see if he would like some company. And of course, Annabeth should see Cynn as soon as possible. No telling how she's holding up after yesterday's events.**"I'm Annabeth, by the way. I think I've seen you before, but I can't quite place a name."**</s>

<|description|>Annabeth Gulch UserName: Lucius Cypher Age: 19 Mageblood type: Lues Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood. Race: Narsea Human Appearance: Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan. But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself. That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it. Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him. Good Attributes: Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency. Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles. Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed. Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important. Bad Attributes: Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you. Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best. Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation. Secret Word: Rebirth Rewards: Stealth Ring</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak was deep in his own thoughts for a while, but when he heard Meirin's voice, his expression lit up. He smiled, shifted over to one side of the bench he was on, and moved his tail out of the way. This mission would be the first time in quite a while that he left the college, and despite the danger the would be facing, he couldn't help but to look forward to it, especially since Meirin would be joining as well. He couldn't help but to wonder if it was intentional that they were assigned to the same mission. "Greetings, Meirin. Here, have a seat." He offered as she approached. "I believe this will be the first time that we have traveled outside the college together, will it not? The city we are traveling to, Hysteria, I believe the name is, I cannot say I know much about it. Indeed, I cannot confess to having much...practical knowledge of many places outside the Scorched Lands. Do you happen to know anything about it, or Djarkel in general?" He asked. In the few years he spent as a mercenary after leaving his homeland, he spent some time in cities, but even so, he always found a way to isolate himself. He did not understand their culture, so he just avoided any contact with others outside of his work. It prevented him from making social mistakes, but it also prevented him from learning from them. He reasoned that their customs would be similar to the college, as he was accustomed to, but he was well-aware that regional customs could vary. This was, of course, assuming the caravan made it to the city safely, as a demon attack could certainly interrupt their travel plans.</s> <|message|>Meirin Kurenai or just Mei "Don't mind if I do!" Meirin took a seat next to Ssarak as he pointed out this would be their first time outside the college together. She wondered what exactly he meant by that, or rather, why he bothered to bring it up. She had a sly smile that poked the imagination, but she otherwise thought nothing of it. Than he asked her about Djarkel, something she had more knowledge about. "Well... I'm sure that anyone can tell you the basics about Djarkel. It's a land where Dark Magic is commonly practiced, such as Necromancy or Demonmancy. It would make sense for there being an influx of demon activity there. Djarkel itself is ruled by Barons, various lords or ladies who own parts of the land. They use their dark magic to expand their territories, and are often feuding with each other. I think there may be a high Baron or some such, though I'm sure that title is also hotly contested and fought over. At least they only use demons or the undead during their battles instead of sending living people to fight on their behalf. Not to say that you won't find your fair share of warriors and mercenaries in Djarkel. But if a Baron hires any living person for any job, it's likely for assassination, or other specialized talent. Djarkel itself is a depressing place, with very few refuges from it's constant state of war. But if there's only thing about Djarkel that's worth admiring, it's the character of the people there. People there are strong-willed and able to hold their own. While they might not always be united, individually each person has a source of strength that would allow them to over come any obstacles in their path. One anecdote that a native of Djarkel once told me: Nothing is fair, everything is equal". He never really explained to me what the meaning was, but I imagine that what he means is that, while one can do whatever they have to do in order to survive, it not as though you never have a chance, at least. There's always a small chance against all the odds, and that all you need to do is catch it." Meirin thought about what else she could say. She knew a little bit of Hysteria from her travels there, but she never stayed in town longer than a day or two. Much could have changed since she had last visisted, but she mentioned what stood out to her. "As for Hysteria itself, it's honestly a rather unassuming city. It's sort of a trade hub into Djarkel, hence why our caravan would be heading there. It has large stone walls surrounding the city, carved from gray stone from the mountains. But the plain stone only serves as an empty canvas for various culture to blend in. Hysteria is known for it's very colorful characters, that is to say, everyone over there is a bit mad. Not that they're angry, just... Strange. It's almost surreal. I haven't met anyone in Hysteria who had any strong feeling against outsiders, though I have seen a lot of freakish people there who I sometimes think might be insane. Oh, but don't think they're dangerous! Hysteria has it's own community of enthusiastic, if also a touch crazy, artisans and craftsmen. Their strange way of thinking gives travelers a good impression of the fairly bizarre mindset of Djarkel, but also serve an example that their dark and almost horrific visage does not make them evil or even all that bad. It's actually a bit charming how quirky and enthusiastic they can be despite how bleak their land and lives are." Meirin looked down and crossed her fingers together. She certainly said a lot and she was starting to feel a bit self-conscience about it. In truth she didn't know much about Djarkel since she lived in the monastery most of her life, and she'd prefer if she could talk about that instead. Alas, they weren't heading towards the mountains so it wasn't really necessary. Trying to pull her thoughts away from home Meirin had a few questions of her own about the mission. "So... What do you think is causing the demon attacks? I mean, what do you think Lucilia wants us to find? I can't imagine that the demons have any particular reason or agenda to fulfill for attacking the caravans."</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak 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. "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.</s> <|message|>Greyson 'Grey' Onyx **Grey Onyx** Grey 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.</s>

<|message|>Annabeth Gulch Annabeth 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.</s>

<|description|>Annabeth Gulch UserName: Lucius Cypher Age: 19 Mageblood type: Lues Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood. Race: Narsea Human Appearance: Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan. But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself. That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it. Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him. Good Attributes: Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency. Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles. Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed. Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important. Bad Attributes: Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you. Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best. Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation. Secret Word: Rebirth Rewards: Stealth Ring</s> <|message|>Alaira Taenn **Alaira Taenn** Alaira laid there, holding Lyn in her arms... Shaking, she reached in her pocket, and pulled out her two emergency Vitamancy runes. She got these several years back, but had never had them when she needed them. One for Lyn, and one for Meirin, if she lived...**"I-I'm so sorry Lyn... So sorry..."**She coughed out, tears running down her face as she pressed the rune against Lyn's forehead. The rune would heal any thing on her save the ridiculously life threatening, like getting severed in half. But she understood the child quite well, and she knew what she was thinking... She looked to her left, Ssarak had indeed saved Meirin...**"Lyn... M-mei's fine, Lyn... Stop crying..."**She said, coughing onto the ground some more as she ran a hand through her hair... She shoved the other stone into Lyn's hand and set her down onto the ground beside her.**"P-press that against... Against Mei's Head like I..."**She paused, coughing some more.**"Like I did with you..."**It wasn't a moment after she finished directing her that she fell unconscious...</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- In her current state, Meirin's thoughts could easily be heard in Ssarak's mind. Not that he needed them to confirm what he could see plainly with his eyes. She was hurt, weakened by both her exertion on the bridge and the fall. Ssarak was hardly in perfect condition himself, but he had not been trying to hold up the bridge alone for any amount of time as she had. Beyond Meirin, he also heard another set of thoughts, farther away, quieter, but more panicked. It seemed that Lyn did not see him dive after Meirin, so she thought she caused her death. Fortunately, Ssarak was in a position to calm her worries. *"Do not worry, little one. Meirin and I are alive, we merely need to find a way back up."*He reassured her telepathically. Ssarak stood up as well, his body sore from the impact. The joints in his wings cracked painfully as he folded them back into position. He had managed to cut down the damage they received, but they did not escape unharmed. Parts of the membranes were torn closer to his body, and the muscles which controlled the wings were very sore. He didn't believe it would damage his aerodynamics enough that he could not fly entirely, but it would make it more difficult. He doubted that they would be able to carry both himself and Meirin, which meant they would need to find another way up. First, however, he needed to calm Meirin and check the extent of her injuries. "Hold, Meirin. Listen to me." Ssarak began as he approached her. She didn't seem to be entirely in her right mind, so he placed a hand on both of her shoulders to stop her, then stood directly in front of her. He moved his hands up to either side of her face and slowly brought up her eyes to look directly into his. "Be calm, and focus on me. You are hurt; Alaira can wait. Right now, I worry for your health. How badly are you hurt? And please, do not tell me that you are fine. I need to know where and how severely you are injured. Please, be honest; after all you have done for me, I am not going to let you bring harm to yourself."</s> <|message|>Leith Calder Leith listened to the teenager's story. It gave him an idea of how many mages they were dealing with. The power that they supposedly gave the kid interested Leith. If he could, he would have asked about it, but it sounded like the kid thought they were looters. Leith shook his head and checked his cloak to see if his hand was covered before addressing the child. "We are not looters. We've been assigned to the task of tracking rouge mages and stopping them. They've attacked villages other than this one. Besides, who would be stupid enough to loot a village that is still smoldering?" He glanced at Grey before he continued. "We'll leave, but could you answer one more question? Where did they go? We could possibly find them ourselves, but the information would help." --- **Darius** The next few moments were a blur. A child had come from the wagon and helped secure the ropes long enough to get the wagon across. Then everyone hurried to protect her while he sat and regained his breath. When everything was done, Alaira and the child were on the ground next to him, and Ssarak and Meirin were out of sight. He stood up to see over the edge and was relieved to see that they were alive. It would be a shame to lose over half of the guard for the wagon. Alaira seemed to know the child, and was looking devastated at the fact that she was here. Darius nodded to himself. The child, Lyn, would be a great tool in making Alaira see how her impulsiveness could have killed someone. He glared at her unconscious form before he went to go check on the wagon driver. "I am sorry for all of this." He pointed at Alaira over his shoulder with his thumb. "It was a stupid, stupid move, but I believe that she will have a change of attitude very shortly."</s>

<|message|>Annabeth Gulch With Annabeth's questions answered, she started to formulate plans. While she was certainly scared for what's to come, she had enough faith in everyone's ability that Annabeth was willing to think up of some fairly risky ideas too. She was going to ask more questions when Auriel started flirting with their guide. Annabeth signed and redirected her attention to her own thoughts, taking out a notebook to draft ideas. She had planned to try to hunt some of the bigger game creatures around the area and see if they could hide Aramir inside, that way she could infiltrate the nest and work her way out from the outside while the rest of the group assaulted from the front. She didn't get much time to do more thinking however, when she heard the horses start a fuss. Annabeth looked towards the wagon and noticed one of the horses nipping at his restraints. Both the horses were soon freed and fled before Annabeth could get up.**"What?! Guys, we lost the horses! We have to go after it!"**Annabeth got up and began to chase after Samson towards the forest. Though he was much faster, Annabeth was fast enough even with all her gear to keep it within her sight. She knew that once it did reach the forest, it would be easier to catch Samson since there wasn't as much room for him to maneuver, though she wasn't worried about that. There were monsters and powerful beasts in the forest, not to mention the roc roaming the area. She continued to chase the horse into the forest, but than saw something in the distance. It looked like... A skeleton. ***Caravan Escort*** As the grassy field and the bridge burned to ashes, the party regrouped but the caravan master was very angry. Mainly because of Alaira's antics, but also because of Lyn. They had no idea how she got there, and frankly, they cared nothing for her. As far as they knew, she was a liability for the mission and their safety. The caravan master made this much clear. "Look, I'm willing to overlook that girl's dumbass idea that***nearly burned us all alive***, but we can't keep the kid with us. We don't have space in the wagon for her to ride in and it's not our job to babysit her! So you guys need to figure out what to do with her before we left the next town. It's bad enough that we have this dumb bitch trying to kill us all, we don't need another handicap!" Soon enough the group arrived to a small farming village called Wayward. They arrived just before sunset, with the locals still out for last minute work but with most of the villagers filing in for the night. The caravan group weren't the only visitors; there was another group of traveling merchants trying to hawk their wears for "Anti-Demon" items. As the caravan rode into town they garnered some attention mostly due to how outlandish they looked. A man from Yarosmere, an Eysire, a traveling monk, and Alaira. The caravan pulled up near the village's inn, which the college provided enough money for the night. There was also a physician in the village to treat any injuries the group had, though they'd have to pay out of their own pocket. Lastly, there was a group of young men patrolling the town with makeshift weapons, to deter trouble makers. While they were large and strong, they weren't professional warriors by a long shot, but they served their purpose. The caravanners would be resting at the inn for the rest of the night, and in an hour or two would head to bed. A smithy was still open working on some farming tools in quick order, with his magic abilities apparently obvious. The Physician was also open but currently tending to his garden. Some of the merchants would also attempt to get the caravanners to look at their wares. They didn't have many weapons, though they did have other trinkets they attempted to sell off as "Anti-Demon Charms".</s>

<|description|>Annabeth Gulch UserName: Lucius Cypher Age: 19 Mageblood type: Lues Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood. Race: Narsea Human Appearance: Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan. But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself. That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it. Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him. Good Attributes: Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency. Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles. Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed. Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important. Bad Attributes: Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you. Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best. Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation. Secret Word: Rebirth Rewards: Stealth Ring</s> <|message|>Enzius Zarbath Enzius Zarbath and Lucilia Riovas Enzius looked back to the seat and could tell that if he sat down he wouldn't be able to see the vampire. Instead, he nimbly leaped off the table and landed on the chair, standing with arms crossed. His face took on a slight scowl, as was his usual look, but it changed slightly with grudging admiration "I must admit, Madame Riovas, the college is an impressive sight." Nodding her head in agreement Lucilia laced her fingers together and looked at Enzius. "I'm glad you see it so, Sir Zarbath. The college represents the unfied effort of all the people in Tiien, dedicated to the goal of teaching the future generation and protecting it from threats from all around." The common speigel, what the college also does is manufacture and provide magical product and services world wide, and Lucilia uses that monopoly in order to make sure the college never falls into the hands of any nation. At least none under her control. "But as this is a formal celebtration, I'm afraid I'm ill prepared to have you formally introduced into the college. Paperwork needs to be filled out, a tour provided, seminars, a background check, that sort of thing. If you come visit me again tomorrow, I can provide you everything you need in order to apply to the college of Twilight." Enzius ears twitched at the phrase 'background check'. He wasn't really sure what that entailed, but he was sure he didn't like the sound of it. "What do you mean, background check? I have told you I am from the Clan Enfeah. I come from a line of Cryomancers, all of which enrolled in this college. What more is there?" His scowl had returned, he was a very impatient person and was already tired from traveling miles and miles only to be told come back tommorow. Lucilia closed her eyes and internally sighed in her mind. "One of those people." When she opened her eyes her unnaturally red and glowing eyes looked straight into Enzius's. She moved her hands close to her mouth, concealing whatever emotion her face would show. All he would have as a tell was her eyes, which while glowing with some sort of occult power, were also lifeless. "Here are the college we do not descriminate between one's race, history, or relations. That being said, we must conduct a standardized background check on everyone who wishes to be part of the college. This way should any incidents occur involving you, we can apply whatever information we have on hand in order to come to a solution. Additionally, we do these background checks in order to ensure that fugatives of other nations do not intend to apply to the college in order to seek asylum for their actions, nor bring harm to our students. Now, you mentioned that your family has a history at the college. While this will certainly make for a good recommendation for you, understand that I do not have these records on hand to verify those facts. Thus, I'll need some time in order to make sure what you say is true. In the mean time you're free to take up occupancy in our guest rooms, and enjoy the feast and celebrations." While Lucilia wouldn't be so quick to call Enzius a phony, too often does Lucilia have to deal with magically inept criminals who thought that the college's mercy, free room and board, and largely free education will allow them to run away from their past. But Lucilia makes sure that isn't the case. While it won't be fair to accuse every college hopefully of being that type of scum, she has these methods in place to weed out the weak ones. Simply being capable of magic isn't enough to join the college; it's a thing of dedication and loyalty. The paperwork tested the former. Enzius looked straight into Lucilia's eyes and it was as cold as the Northern Frozen Coast. His form started to swirl with frost as he listened to her speech. A Criminal. Him? Enzius closed his eyes as she finished and concentrated on his Grandfather's words "Anger leads to the blizzard and that blizzard will consume you." He took a breath and the frost he had been emitting slowly stopped, though the wooden chair he was standing on was covered in frost. He opened his eyes and looked Lucilia in the eyes and said "Please forgive me for my brashness. I was raised in a particular way. We have a saying where I'm from. What you don't accomplish today, will kill you tommorow. I will await your decision." Enzius bowed slightly, muttering a departing phrase in his native tongue. He dropped off the chair and saw himself out, sighing as he exited the room. He looked around for a servant and asked them where the guest rooms were. They pointed him in the right direction and he made his way there. Sighing, Lucilia looked back at the emtpy chair. It's not that she wanted to be harsh, but with some of these people a firm word was needed. Lucilia can't afford to be soft like Khan or Ovak. There were... Expectations of her. And standards. But now that this little moment passed, Lucilia had to move on. Using her magic to remove the makeshift chair the next meal was given to the teachers. When the servants came to give her food Lucilia leaned towards one of them. "Go ahead and give my serving to Enzius Zarbath, in the guest quarters." Enzius sat cross-legged in the middle of his room, a bowl of water sitting in front of him. His eyes were closed and his hand was on the rim of the bowl. He focused on his Grandfather's words "Snow and Ice is much more like fire than most think. Too much kindling, the fire will rage and become dangerous. But not enough and it will die out." Enzius concentrated on spreading throughout the water, his power was limitless, nothing could stop him. But he must also control it, or it will cause more destruction than anyone could ever imagine. Frost spread throughout the bowl as the water began to slowly freeze. Enzius began to sweat as he concentrated harder, knowing he was making progress. A loud, obnoxious knock interupted him and he was startled out of his revierie. He stared down at the bowl through a furrowed brow, the wood coevered in frost and tiny specks of ice flotaing in the water. He scowled and got to his feet, opening the door. A servant presented some food and a note. He took the plate of food and the note, setting the plate on an end table. He opened the note and started to read. "Don't let the ice in your heart forget the warmth of love." Enzius put down the note and picked up a slice of cheese and took a bite. It was incredibly tasty.</s> <|message|>Colette Filiatraut Colette Colette sighed and finally picked up the chest. She quickly returned to her room to put it back under her bed before she returned to the fesst. She noticed that Lucllia was back also back. She smiled Gael that she loved her candy tonight. She knew already that the effect of tasting the candy gave her finally wore off so she was back to only able to tasting blood. Perhaps when she had more time she could make the effect even more than just a few minutes. She looked at Hyllos and told her she could fly around if she wasted to before she went to loom for someone to talk to. At the corner of her eye, she saw Annabeth sitting there. [i]'Hmm we haven't talked since the mission. I hope she doesn't hate me because I fed off her'[i] that thought made a pang of guilty was go through her p, but she buried it knowing that she should be happy for the festival. She slowly made her way to Annabeth until she stood behind her. "Hi Annabeth" she said nervously playing with her braided hair wondering if she would like her new outfit as well.</s> <|message|>Keri Wolf Keri Wolf Keri walked a few steps back. Her nervous look formed into a glare. She allowed her eyes to dart to the right. This path was mostly clear. Keri's eyes then shifted to the left. Too much meat in my way to escape. "I'm not nervous. I'm looking for someone. Her name is Satori." She said in almost a hiss. This wasn't the first time a stranger approached her and it probably wouldn't be the last. Keri's mind almost replayed the tragic events. Her body formed shivers down her spine. She violently shook her head clear. Stop thinking about it. Find Satori first then back to hunting them down. Keri took a deep breath. Her throat began to burn. She felt her body trying to go into a crouch but she refused to let the action happen. Suddenly she sensed something off around her. It was somewhat a familiar smell but different causing ripples goosebumps on Keri's arms.</s>

<|message|>Annabeth Gulch As Annabeth looked for Khan she heard a familiar voice behind her. Turning and she saw Colette, dressed fine as always. Annabeth wondered how many fancy dresses Colette has. Must be a perk of being Lucilia's friend. Annabeth also noticed her friend had a box with her. A bit small and doesn't really match her dress, Annabeth guessed it was a gift of some sort. Thinking about it, it has been almost a year since the two of them enrolled at the college. Things have been very eventful. Why just a few days ago, Annabeth was fed off this same girl. Instinctively, Annabeth touched her neck. The marks where Colette fed from Annabeth was gone, now replaced by love bites from either Aramir or Myrn. "I guess in a way, Colette was my first." Laughing that dirty thought aside Annabeth approached her vampire friend. "Hello Colette! You look amazing, as usual. Though I'm a bit surprised to see you out here! You're normally so... Shy." Of course if Colette wanted to change and be more outgoing, that was good. Annabeth would be proud of that. Now that she thought about it, perhaps she should introduce Colette to some of her family. Which only reminded Annabeth what she needed to be doing. "Oh! Colette, have you seen the headmaster, Khan, around? I need to ask a favor of him!"</s>

<|description|>Annabeth Gulch UserName: Lucius Cypher Age: 19 Mageblood type: Lues Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood. Race: Narsea Human Appearance: Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan. But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself. That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it. Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him. Good Attributes: Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency. Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles. Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed. Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important. Bad Attributes: Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you. Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best. Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation. Secret Word: Rebirth Rewards: Stealth Ring</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Nothing about the situation was ideal, but Ssarak could accept this outcome, as it currently seemed to be unfolding. The Naga would have protection for the moment, and once Khan had received all of the necessary reports, he was sure that the college would offer them some form of aid. At the very least, they would no longer be in danger of being killed by the beasts of the Ravine. As the group was making their way out of the catacombs, towards the college proper, Ssarak helped to carry the most wounded, while keeping a sharp eye out for any kind of threat. The presence of the shapeshifter was still a concern in his mind, and no creature they encountered, however small, was not suspect to him. Apart from the potential threats around them, however, another concern within Ssarak's mind was Tyrael. Though he had not harmed any students, the fact remained that he did make the threat to do so, and Ssarak was not sure what affect that would have. While they were still walking, Ssarak decided he could use the time to give Khan more information on what transpired. Naturally, he sent his message telepathically in order to remain confidential. "The Naga, from what I gather, come from Mesa Gaan; survivors of the massacre there. The Matriarch is among them, as well as Mar's brother. According to him, they were forced into the ravine and have been surviving there since the attack. They come to the College seeking its protection; I do not believe they had the option to petition for such a thing through normal means. Tyrael, however…I do not know what to think of it. The moment he saw the Naga, it was like he went into a rage. I am certain they were what sparked his behavior. As soon as he identified them as Naga, he ordered me to kill them. His voice…it sounded strange, like there was something else speaking through him. I do not have any experience with Fallen Demonmancers beyond Tyrael, but it was almost as if his demon was controlling him, or at least influencing him. Certainly, he did not seem like he was in his right mind. I am uncertain why the sight of Naga would cause such a thing to happen, however. He is close to Mar, so it is not as if he despises the race as a whole."</s> <|message|>Sinys Erweinoc Luf'firio Sinys: Lyn's hunt. Sprawled out on the ground Sinys sighed expresivly. He sat up with a dead look on his face, and what felt like a black eye "Sa'avat la wrucy. Te mal sume." He muttered random words intended for cursing. Somehow his eyes found Helena, but while he knew she was thrown from the way she landed, he was still peeved about being trampled. It showed clearly on his face. His head scanned the area, obviously for listening but maybe not so much after he had been staring at people. Standing slowly he took his water skin from his side, taking special note that it had been slick with blood, he pulled the wedge and starting drinking. He did this for at least ten seconds without breathing. His lungs were on fire by count six, but when he came up for air a large amount was blown out then sucked in. A hard reset to his heartbeat and oxygen consumption was the result. Also it was something he did when he was highly upset, it calmed the mind and the body quickly. After he was done being dramatically effective he wiped his hand with the back of his mouth leaving a smear on his chin. He was not really looking at anyone this time which should have made himself obvious "I believe there is still game afoot?" he asked turning his head again and locking onto the sound of the alpha not too far away. His chest hurt from the claw marks, but he found quickly that it would operate with ease, just painfully. His back and his head were throbbing something aweful, though that was much less of a concern than the human blood he smelled. He paused and decided that field medical wouldn't be bad "Human, my name is Sinys. We should patch that arm before moving. It's your choice though." he said hoping that a name might calm her. He didn't know if she was experiencing the same feelings as him being on a battlefield for the first time. Mostly he was calming himself, he had never had so many close calls before in his life. Not so many as in the last ten minutes anyhow. He readied himself to tear an inside fold of his robe that would be rather clean. Had he known that there would have been fighting he would have brought his own kit. He didn't even have any liquor to cleanse the wound. All of these thoughts piled up as he waited on her response, if she accepted he would hurriedly bandaged her up. Preventing further blood loss and keeping the arm from pumping out blood from activity. To which he assumed she wasn't ready to give up yet.</s>

<|message|>Annabeth Gulch Annabeth was dipping in and out of conscience. Though she didn't do much physically, she was very tired from the blood she used for her magic. Even the tea only made the soreness ease up a bit, but her body was still exhausted. Yet despite how weak her body was feeling, she couldn't help but feel her fight wasn't over yet. Lyn was safe, yes. But what of Athalus? Of Keri and Alaira, and everyone else who was at the hunt? The ones who attacked them were no mere bandits. They had magic greater than what your average brigand would have, and Annabeth was almost certain that no mage trained by one of the major nations could pull off a few of the things she saw. Turning into some sort of swarm, tracking a completely invisible person and dodge equally invisible weapons, and that naga. Last she heard all the nagas were dead, at least the ones related to Mar's hometown. Annabeth was vaguely aware that there were some ocean naga's too, but nothing about the one she saw implied it came from the sea. No fills or gills, and it seemed like the fact that Mar wasn't actively fighting it meant that it went after her first. So there was some sort of history between the two, but Annabeth could only guess. And she honestly didn't really care; the important thing was that they were trying to hurt her friends. As Annabeth shifted positions and was about to take Rathel's offer to take Lyn back to her room when Colette came in. Surprised, Annabeth reached for her sword. Fortunately she realized who it was before she drew her sword and made a big mistake. "Colette? What are you doing here? I thought your mission wouldn't be over until days or maybe even weeks later!" One of the reasons Annabeth didn't go into the catacombs was how long and dangerous it might have been (Doesn't help that she doesn't trust Tyrael with her life). Unconsciously she also read Colette's mind, given that the vampire lacked the wards to stop her. At this point Annabeth reads the minds of others on habit. Nearly all the Psychomancers communicate with each other through telepathy to exercise their magics, even with those who can't communicate back. It was while Annabeth was reading Colette's mind that she got a jist of what had happened: There was a big fight in the catacombs and everyone had to go back. She didn't know the details, but she knew exactly enough that a plan was formed. Walking over to Colette Annabeth bowed her head apologetically. "Colette, I'm sorry to ask you to do this, but can you please watch over this girl? Her name is Lyn, and... And something happened today. She was suppose to have her first hunt today but we were attacked by powerful mages. I came to the college with Lyn as soon as I could, but I'm afraid of what might happen to the others. Please, watch over this girl, stay with Rathel, while I go back and try to help the others. If you're here then maybe I can ask some of the others who went into the catacombs with you. I know this is very sudden to ask, I promise after this you can punish me however you like." Annabeth handed Lyn off to Rathel to hold onto while the psychomancer ran straight towards the catacombs to find the others. If she had time she would get better equipment then just her sword, leathers, and bow (With half a quiver) but again time was of the essence. Annabeth was able to get to the catacombs fairly quickly thanks to being familiar with the college's underground sections, and found the entrance where most of the others were coming out of. For some reason Khan was here, as was Tyrael, who looked rather morose. But she didn't pay him any mind and immediately sought out the one person she was looking for: Ssarak. Fortunately he was near Khan and immediately Annabeth sent him a telepathic message. "Ssarak I have very little time to explain, but something went horrible wrong during Lyn's hunt. We were attacked by powerful mages and monsters, and I don't know what has happened to the others. I brought Lyn back to the college as soon as I could but who knows how the others are holding up. I'm going to take my horse and go back as soon as I can, bring whoever can come quickly. Grey, Aramir, Darius, anyone who can move quickly." Annabeth spent a moment to catch her breath, looking between the students and teachers. For some reason there was a heavy pressure around them, as if something bad had happened. But too much was going on right now for Annabeth to investigate. As quickly as she left Annabeth returned to the surface were Samson was waiting and mounted him. He had a few scratches, nothing that would stop him. Cooing him as she directed him back at the gates she snapped the reigns, sending Samson through the gates as they opened up. "Let's go Samson!"</s>

<|description|>Annabeth Gulch UserName: Lucius Cypher Age: 19 Mageblood type: Lues Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood. Race: Narsea Human Appearance: Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan. But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself. That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it. Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him. Good Attributes: Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency. Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles. Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed. Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important. Bad Attributes: Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you. Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best. Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation. Secret Word: Rebirth Rewards: Stealth Ring</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak took Meirin up in his arms and, with a running start, pulled them both up into the air. Taking off from the ground was usually the most difficult part of a flight, particularly when carrying any sort of weight. He could use his legs for an initial boost, but it took a lot of work with his wings to gain any sort of altitude. Given his experience in flight, however, he knew how to save energy wherever he could. Tall structures, like towers or mountains, tended to create updrafts of which he could take advantage. As such, he flew alongside the College's tallest tower to use the wind to carry him even higher, until he had taken them above the tower. From that point, it would simply be a matter of flying in a spiral upwards until his wings could carry them no higher. He would take advantage of thermal updrafts whenever he could find them to speed along the process, but it was not something he expected to accomplish quickly. The pair were already higher than the tallest landmark in sight, though it was no height they had not reached before. Since the flight had steadied out, Ssarak readjusted his grip on Meirin to be more comfortable for her. With her weaving magic, she could easily save herself if something went wrong, so he did not have to carry her with near as secure of a grip as he had in the past. Of course, he still took pleasure in holding his arms firmly around her. "I should probably say, it could take a while before we reach the height I am wanting. There is heat rising from the College below, which is helping, but it is still quite the height regardless. I hope you do not mind being in my...gentle, loving embrace for such a time." He chuckled. Ssarak's gaze shifted down to the landscape below. The College itself was starting to appear increasingly small beneath them. The College was an impressive sight, certainly, but when compared with the entirety of the horizon in all directions, all of the forests, plains, and other features that expanded out beneath them, it almost looked insignificant. To Ssarak, such sights had been normal in the Scorched Lands, but he did not often take the time to seek them out since he had arrived at the college. Above them, the clouds that were growing increasingly closer were thick, and somewhat dark. Smiling, Ssarak moved his head so he could look at Meirin. "It looks like it could rain soon. Fortunately, that shall not be an issue for us. Just...be ready for some humidity in a few minutes."</s> <|message|>Lyn Marik 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. He 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. "Fascinating! Could you tell me more about your home?" "Why,? It's no longer our home." "What was it called, where was it at?" Mesa Gaan and within the deeper desert parts of Yarsomere. "Was it underground, or did you have settlements above ground as well?" "Our sleeping quarters were underground while we did normal, everyday activities on the surface." "What about the diet of a naga? I've noticed it's primarily meat, do nagas have any vegetation to their diet?" "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." "Do they practice animal husbandry, farming, anything like that?" "No point. Ravine provides most of what we need." "What is their cuisine like?" "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." "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?" "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." "What do naga hunt the most in the Ravine?" "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." "Have the naga ever warred against other civilizations in the past?" "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." "I know that right now they've been displaced due to the Yarosmere government, has something like this happened before?" "No." "What is the daily life of a naga like?" "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." "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?" "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." "And what will the naga do now?" "Resettle at first then it's up to the matriarch to determine." "Will you still maintain relations with the college?" "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. He leaned over and hissed quietly to Myrn. "Behave yourself and don't pepper the Matriarch with your numerous questions."</s>

<|message|>Annabeth Gulch Annabeth 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. But 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. "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.</s>

<|description|>Annabeth Gulch UserName: Lucius Cypher Age: 19 Mageblood type: Lues Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood. Race: Narsea Human Appearance: Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan. But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself. That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it. Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him. Good Attributes: Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency. Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles. Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed. Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important. Bad Attributes: Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you. Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best. Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation. Secret Word: Rebirth Rewards: Stealth Ring</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak 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." Being 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." Ssarak 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."</s> <|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Helena 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. But 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?"</s> <|message|>E'nasha Williams E'nasha Williams E'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." She 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. Slightly 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."</s> <|message|>"Scarred hand", "Midnight", Baulder Baulder Baulder continued shoveling food into his mouth with his hands and was finding he was running out. He would need to go back for more soon. "Yarosmere sounds like a "desert" from what.... I 'ave seen..read. I don't know what that really means. But you speak as if it's hot..... I wish to try this "desert". I'm not j-just....going for you or anything. I-i hear there is a lot of sand there." Baulder looked up at E'nasha for a second not halting his never ending consumption of meat. He saw her shiver and pull herself into her coat but Baulder didn't really feel any difference. "I rather like this being bundled up yes? I like this coat, from some traders that came in last week... yes they seemed tasty." "Hmmmmmm..... just bread? Surely there is meat right? Of course, but does the bread go well with certain types of meat or do you just always eat it. Yes yes you will have to show me all of the food we find. New foods we can remember, give to the underhaven cooks, we needed a new venison recipe if I remember." Baulder shoveled the last of his meat into his mouth and quickly shredded it with his canine teeth. He ended up using his tongue to break up the meat just so he could swallow faster. Still chewing on his meat and his mouth being full he was unable to laugh at E'nasha's attempt to grab a honey bowl too far away from her. But he quickly realized she wasn't trying to get it for herself. It amused him though that other people had shorter arms than him, come to think of it, he was quite a bit taller than her wasn't he? He hadn't really thought about it that much since they spent so much time sitting down when they were together. Maybe that was why they did then? When E'nasha asked him to get it however he quickly glanced at his tray then back to her. He held up one finger in front of him as he got up from his chair. As he got up his head felt light for a moment while he brought John into existence on Tienn. Without even looking at what was now nearly a mirror John reached over the table and passed the honey to the newcomer. "Bauuuulder ssssends his thank...... get more foooood wasssssssssss where..... he wents to, he tell." John then sat down at the table for a moment before Baulder came back over with another large mound of food on his tray. He began to sit down right on top of John as the demon then disintegrated into quickly dissolving ash and took his place again. "He says he doesn't like the trivial things, we know he doesn't mind them." Baulder said before he began shoveling down more food once again. It then clicked for Baulder that he should atleast acknowledge the new person. So he managed to get a smile with his food still full of what he now guessed was chicken. He quickly turned back to his heap of food and began putting a dent in it.</s>

<|message|>Annabeth Gulch Annabeth arrived to the mess hall. It was lively, and she noticed that one of her co-workers from Underhaven was also here. Since today was the day people were going out for missions, it made sense that any vampires who would be going should have a quick access to their food too. It was kind of strange how... Normal it was for Annabeth to just accept the fact that she works with people who drink mortal blood. She even worked along man eaters and cannibals. But for Annabeth, that was just business as usual. Either she had nerves of steel, or was secretly rather twisted... But the grumbling in her tummy made Annabeth focus on feeding herself. She walked over to the kitchens to get her food: corned beef on wheat bread, two whole-fried pickles, and some blue cheese. She had a simple mug of water to drink, cool as the weather outside. Once she was on her mission, Annabeth wouldn't have such good food for some time. It may be nothing but hardtack, jerky, and dried fruits for days on end. "Heh. The college spoils me." Annabeth said quietly as she took a bite of her fried pickle. Now there was still the matter of seating. There were plenty of seats and tables available, but Annabeth wanted to sit with someone she recognized. That's when she noticed two familiar faces: Baulder and Helena. It seemed odd that these two people would be with each other, considering Baulder's.... Reputation and the fact that Helena was new. There was also another dark skinned girl sitting with them who seemed to be friends with Baulder. Annabeth never met her before, but now was a better time then ever. So Annabeth went over to their table, placing her food down but not sitting just yet. After all, she should ask first. "Good morning. May I take a seat here?"</s>

<|description|>Annabeth Gulch UserName: Lucius Cypher Age: 19 Mageblood type: Lues Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood. Race: Narsea Human Appearance: Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan. But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself. That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it. Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him. Good Attributes: Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency. Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles. Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed. Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important. Bad Attributes: Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you. Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best. Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation. Secret Word: Rebirth Rewards: Stealth Ring</s> <|message|>Colette Filiatraut Colette Filiatraut Colette smiled as she finally got her girlfriend to wake up and out of bed. She waited patiently by the door that lead to the stairs to get out of the their tower dorm. She heard her ask if she was ready and nodded. [color=lavender]"Yes I am. Are you going to eat something or are you going to skip another meal"She asked as she opened the door and began the descent down the stone stairwell, her heels clicking with each step she took.</s> <|message|>Keri Wolf Keri Wolf Keri opened her mouth to deny Colette's comment before shaking her head. She never spoke a single word about skipping meals but then again the woman was much younger compared to most of the vampires here. The young woman standing in front of her had 231 years as an advantage dispute the 16 to 18 year old look. If one would have added Lucilia into the mix then they both would have lost in an instant, not like she would actually tell you her real age. The younger vampire's head turn toward the window just in time to see another flake stick for a few seconds before melting away into the air leaking a small water mark where it had once been. The room wasn't completely fill yet it wasn't completely empty as she stared out into toward the college grounds. If one was beside her they would see that something wasn't quite right, as if something was bothering the girl or she was looking at a memory playing inside the room, but then again they would had to been rather closed. She saw Lyn playing in the crimson snow which laid underneath her feet, with a mischievous grin upon her face, along with half dead eyes looking directly at someone. Mar was at a distance slowly crawling and pleading for something to stop. To leave her child alone. Inside Keri's mind her eyes flickered toward a figure dressed inside Althalus' armor with a weapon held high, only to fall as smoothing slashed through his armor. Slowly the students were placed in specific areas where they were killed. Some of the teachers were wounded and beaten causing rumbles of cheering and chanting on one side of the area. In the other a familiar chuckled fluttered through the air as if it was just a normal everyday thing. The vampire could feel herself moving forward inside her dream like state as a crimson hand slowly fluttered in her line of sight. Her claws bared the sign of use and the scent of freshly spilled blood filtered through the winter air. The young woman could feel as her throat began to dry as she stalked toward the two last victims. Khan seemed to be keeping Colette behind him as she screamed a name out, as if to snap them out of the trance, only to be overpowered by a familiar laugher. One word passed the person's lips. A single word that ended both of their lives. A loud clicking sound caused the young woman nearly jump out of her skin. She looked around in search of any evidence of what occurred was real just to be proven wrong. A another nightmare which haunted the vampire's morning. She noted that this one was more vivid than the ones in the past was. For some reason after Uicle had caught her the nightmares seemed to had begun hunting her in the day as her sleeplessness nights had ceased. Keri sighed as she allowed herself to focused on clearing her head, which for some reason caused her to think of the promises that were made, and how the owners didn't even have a clue of what was happening. " In order to protect everyone from the result of my dream I must not tell. This is the best way to protect everyone. If I'm unable to keep the distance that is needed from these people than I shall bear these nightmares on my own. Only then will I be able to keep the students and teacher away from the same monster that I had met so long." the young woman repeated this inside her head before turning around to follow Colette. The older vampire seemed to have stopped to allow the young one to catch up which made the younger vampire a tiny bit better. " So, where are we going first? To the missions board are or for something to eat?" the young woman asked as if she kept up the whole time.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak 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." Once 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. "So, who do believe may be a good fit for this mission?" Ssarak questioned.</s> <|message|>Meirin Kurenai or just Mei Meirin Kurenai Smiling 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. Finishing 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. "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."</s>

<|message|>Annabeth Gulch Annabeth 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.</s>

<|description|>Annabeth Gulch UserName: Lucius Cypher Age: 19 Mageblood type: Lues Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood. Race: Narsea Human Appearance: Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan. But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself. That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it. Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him. Good Attributes: Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency. Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles. Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed. Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important. Bad Attributes: Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you. Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best. Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation. Secret Word: Rebirth Rewards: Stealth Ring</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak was aware that their time to speak with the Baron was not limitless, so it would be wise to make the most of it. He wanted to be careful to ensure they kept up the friendly tone of this meeting. Their ultimate goal in attending this event was to ensure the Baron would remain an ally to the College. He was being friendly enough, though in political matters, friendly words meant little. Still, he had not thusfar had any reason to believe there were any problems between him and the College. "Indeed, Lucilia does everything that she can for the College, and Ovak still fills his role effectively. I do not think I have ever been as impressed with another as I have been with the Arch Mage. His appearance is certainly deceiving." Ssarak responded to the Baron, actually quite genuinely. He still remembered well how the Archmage had managed to single handedly end the single strongest demon attack that Ssarak was aware had ever happened in Tiien. "Regardless, you can rest assured that the College remains, and will remain a sanctuary for any of your subjects who have the desire to learn what we have to teach, living or undead. Personally, I believe that Tiien should be a place where any being who seeks to live in peace should be able to do just that." Feeling that he had spoken enough about the College itself, Ssarak decided to shift the conversation at least somewhat more towards the Baron on his people. "With the demon presence in Tiien, have your lands fared well?"</s> <|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Nox Mission Helena listened to Athalus, shivering at the ghostly feeling of his hand passing through her. She said nothing about it though because he probably didn't even know that he'd done it. "You can be general of this battle," she said, looking at him as she pulled out another knife of her own. "It can't hurt you, right? Fog walls can't be hurt. You can see everything without having to worry about yourself. Tell us what to do to make sure we all get out of this." Taking a deep breath she headed into the room, slowly, and sticking to the wall. While she knew it could teleport through them, that didn't mean that it would. But it gave her a safer view of the room as well. Deciding while the beast was distracted with other things and before it saw her, she would see if she could get in at least one or two throws. Which she did just that, praying that the beast wouldn't suddenly move out of the way and she'd hit friends instead of foe.</s>

<|message|>Annabeth Gulch There was no time to fear. If there was one lesson Satori taught her about psychomancy, it's that emotions fuel it. Fear can be a powerful source, but it is selfish and will often only serve to delay the inevitable. If Annabeth wanted to run away fear would be helpful. But that wasn't her intentions. She was going to save people's lives; if she was fearful, she wouldn't be successful. No, she needed confidence. Bravery. Courage. Yes, she was concerned about the threat that faced the students and could potentially kill her. But it wasn't fear that made her go forward, her blade drawn, to defend her friends and associates. Today, she would tap into her heroism. The scene was horrific, even in the darkness. Two dead bodies, two frighten students, and another nightmare. Annabeth remembered the monster well; it was the same creature that attacked them during Lyn's hunt. She did a bit of research after that incident and knew some of the creature's abilities, but she has never seen it since. Gripping her estoc tightly she regretted loosing so many arrows, but she wasn't going to give up so soon. Taking out the crossbow Athalus had handed her Annabeth leveled the weapon at the nightmare and fired at it's flank. She knew the single arrow wouldn't kill the creature, but it should get it's attention. Then she focused her magic on the nightmare: she created a sort of illusion that would make herself seem glowing like Athalus and Darell, while making everyone else a bit more faded. This way the monster's attention would be on her. If her experience with the beast before was any indication, it liked to use it's teleportation to get a sneak attack on it's targets. So bracing her estoc for it to charge right at her was useless, Annabeth needed to be much more perceptive of her environment. But as fate would have it, such awareness is what Annabeth specializes in. Unlike Ssarak who could defeat Annabeth in a straight duel of the mind and blade, Annabeth's talents lies in her synchronicity in the chaos of battle, or in this instance, against a slippery enemy. Annabeth's passive wide concentration telepathy would allow her to be constantly aware of the position of herself, her allies, and her enemies, while her illusion would ensure that the creature wouldn't try to target them. And if he did, Annabeth would be aware. She did note the slight wavering in her grip; she's been using quite a bit of blood in a short time. She was certain she could manage, but she had made a mental note to conserve her mage blood. The last thing she needed was to suffer from blood sickness. Gently putting the crossbow onto the floor, Annabeth took on a defensive stance against the shadowy beast. "En garde, vile monster!" Making sure she didn't get in Helena's way as she attacked, Annabeth charged the beast, ready for it to try and gore her or teleport elsewhere. DIPLOMACY MISSION The Baron looked over to Ssarak, listening to him with a passive expression. He was no stranger to people putting their own factions in a better light. If one asked other Barons how their lands were, you'd think they lived in the land of the gods. But Sanguine wasn't quite so naive, and he was certain the the college was still recovering from their own demon attack. Which only made the transition to the demons in Sanguine's own land all the more smoother. "Ah yes, the demons... I suppose that's really the most important thing recently, no?" Standing up, Sanguine moved towards Ssarak and shook his hand, leaning in close to speak quickly and quietly. "Demons are among us. Even I cannot stop them alone. I cannot speak openly, however when you leave today ask the maid in blue for your horses. She shall leave you all that I know of the demons. You must leave soon, before the demons realize your business here." The baron spoke with urgency that Ssarak could well recognize, even if his face wore the mask of a man celebrating mirth and merriment. "Thank you for coming today. You college folk are always a joy to keep. Please, tell Lucilia to send letters sometimes. I do miss our hearty debates and conversations." The vampire lord then dismissed the college students, allowing other barons and baronesses to meet and converse with the man. The rest of the students were free to dine and converse as they pleased, as sure enough there was a maid in blue standing near the exit of the grand hall among other maids. Though she too was a vampire, she was visibly elderly and her uniform was much more elaborate, marking her as a head maid. The party continued without much issues, with only the occasional vampire noble stopping by the group to chat and ask about the college. No fights broke out, and no one at the moment seemed to be actively trying to harm or otherwise bother the college students.</s>

<|description|>Annabeth Gulch UserName: Lucius Cypher Age: 19 Mageblood type: Lues Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood. Race: Narsea Human Appearance: Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan. But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself. That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it. Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him. Good Attributes: Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency. Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles. Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed. Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important. Bad Attributes: Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you. Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best. Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation. Secret Word: Rebirth Rewards: Stealth Ring</s> <|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Nox Mission Helena blinked as things took a rapid shift around her. "I know that," she said with a tone that implied that she actually didn't. Or more accurately that she did, but she'd forgotten and spoken without thought. She hated being made to look stupid, especially by little dipwits like him. "It would help if you didn't say it like a know it all," she grumbled to herself, rolling her eyes a little bit. As the thing disappeared, she looked around, trying to see if it was going to pop back up again, even as the drama unfolded. Guess no one listens to anyone, She thought with a huff. She waffled for a moment about going to comfort the girl, but decided that wasn't the roll she needed to full now. And there was Collette who seemed much more for that than her that moment. "That's great," she said to the other man. "But I wouldn't count that thing as gone, so as shitty as it may seem, we need to get moving. Before we're next." She turned to look at Athalus first, hoping he'd be the practical one here as well and agree. Then she looked to Annabeth, looking a little pleading that she agree with her as well, hoping that she wouldn't be too emotional about this and try to keep those who were alive, alive still.</s> <|message|>E'nasha Williams E'nasha Williams ~ Unknown Cave, Yarosmere --- "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." She 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?" "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.</s>

<|message|>Annabeth Gulch Annabeth 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. Shortly 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. "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." DIPLOMACY MISSION The 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. Afterwards, 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. It 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.</s>

<|description|>Annabeth Gulch UserName: Lucius Cypher Age: 19 Mageblood type: Lues Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood. Race: Narsea Human Appearance: Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan. But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself. That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it. Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him. Good Attributes: Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency. Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles. Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed. Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important. Bad Attributes: Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you. Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best. Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation. Secret Word: Rebirth Rewards: Stealth Ring</s> <|message|>Leith Calder Leith Calder Leith stared out the window at the festivities that surrounded their carriage. There was a lot of celebration for this baron, and Leith was curious as to what type of man this baron was. His thoughts were interrupted by a thud on the roof of the carriage followed by footsteps. With a frown, Leith looked towards the other window to see someone jump down from the carriage and start running. Soon it was revealed that the box was taken and Ssarak took after the thief and told Leith to stay with Lyn, who also took off after the thief. Leith shrugged and took after the thief as well, making sure to stay with Lyn. As Lyn threw her dagger, Leith started gathering water from the surrounding area. Once he had enough, he threw it out towards the thief and attempted to create a sheet of water between the man's feet and the ground. Hopefully he'd slip. Once the attempt was done, Leith scattered the water into a mist to prevent them from slipping on it. --- Darius Jura Darius helped himself to the food that had been brought in. He listened to Aramir speak her thoughts on the state of Yarosmere. "It is the fanaticism that will be the issue here." Darius tapped the side of his head. "Once fanatics get something into their head, they will not stop. I have dealt with fanatics before. They had little to no care for their lives if it meant that they will help further their goals. Now these fanatics have a country, and more importantly, and army." He leaned back in his chair. "All we need to do is make sure that we do not offend them while we are here."</s> <|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Nox Mission Helena was glad that someone seemed to listen. But of course, everything was against them and shit quickly got shittier. The rumbling caught her attention and this time she stepped into the room with the others. She grabbed at Drake's hand purely because he was in front of her, and pulled him along with her towards Annabeth and the other girl. Darell was right about them needing to stay together. She just hoped that he and Athalus behind her would be able to keep up as well. "Annabeth, Collette," she shouted, looking around for the latter and just happening to catch a sight she didn't want to see again. "Fuckin' hell, I hate being right," she cursed. "Beastie is back," she yelled to the room as whole. "Get your shit together."</s> <|message|>Colette Filiatraut Colette Filiatraut,Nox Mission Location-Nox Colette gulped and paled as rumbling surrounded them once again. Looking down the hall, she gasped when she saw the familiar shape of a nitemare heading right towards them. Colette looked as Helena shouted her name. She rushed towards the wall in hopes she was out of its charging path. "We need to get out of here Annabeth, Helena!" Pulling out her rapier, she jumped up in time to dodge the nitemare and arched her weapon towards the beast's back before swinging her body back to land on her feet behind the ugly nitemare. Normally black was her favorite color, but in the shape like this, it just made the color very ugly to her. 'At this rate, none of us will survive this nightmare place' Colette felt the stinging sensation of tears building in her eyes, but instantly blinked them away. Now was not the time for crying, she needed to keep her mind focus on the fight for freedom. She had no intention or desire of dying. Gripping tightly to the handle, she rushed at the beast swinging both her arms sideway, her eyes full of intense frustration that did well to hide the fear gripping her non-beating heart. Summer Flores, Yarsomere Location- Unknown, Underground Caves Summer took the time to sit down and rest up, feeling all the adrenaline from the events finally wearing off, leaving her body sore and tired. She winced as she felt several bones pop and crack. She looked down at her body and saw she had some sand from traveling in the desert littering the inside of her dress. "I wonder if there is a way to get cleaned up here" She wondered out loud, standing back up despite her body's protest. She brushed her red hair over her shoulder and began to walk away from the crowd, spring green eyes looking around. Now that she had a chance to look around, she had to admit, this place was quite a beautiful place. Her hand brushed against the rough texture that she believed to be sandstone, but with almost no knowledge outside the forest and plants. Making a mental note to study more about this stuff, she continued her way, determined to find some place to clean up. She stopped when she was just out of view of people and sighed. She could easily ask someone, but they all seemed busy and she knew Mar was trying to gain information, so she couldn't go up and bug her about it. She felt lost, out of in a place like this, her element didn't belong in a scolding hot terrain like the desert aside from a few cactuses and yuka plants. Turning back, she went back towards the people and saw a bathing facility across from her. Wondering how she missed that, she went towards it and hid behind one of the walls, undress until she was just in her undergarments. Not really concerned about getting them wet, she going into the water and sighed. Like a plant, she felt more energetic than before and it was like the soreness vanished. "Hmm this feels good" eyes closed, she allowed her mind to naturally escape from reality, a habit she learned back when she was trapped for all those years, only to have her eyes snap back open, the haunting image of her parents filling her head. She felt tears build in her eyes. She had no way of knowing if they were alive at all. For the first time, she cursed her powers, if she didn't have to have them sealed, she could have done something to help, but if it wasn't for that...she might not have been found and brought to the college. In the short time she had been in the college, it had become a home to her. She had people to talk to, fresh, hot meals to eat every day and night and she was learning to control her powers one slow leaf at a time. She wiped her eyes with her dripping wet hand and began to let wash up. Once she deemed herself cleaned enough, she got out and wrung out her hair and undergarments before getting dressed. She came back into view of people and sat down, choosing to relax before they would leave again.</s>

<|message|>Annabeth Gulch Sure enough, everything went to hell quickly. While Annabeth managed to get the girl, Jessie, to cooperate, the Nox started to shift again. "Dammit, why now!?" And to make matter's worse, the Nightmare was back. Everyone was making a dash to the room that Darrel directed, but the beast was heading straight for Drake. Everyone was moving except Colette, who had made the decision to fight the Nightmare herself. "Colette get back here!" Annabeth had to save her magic; she couldn't risk Blood Sickness trying to use her spells to distract the Nightmare. Instead she took her dagger and hurled it in the Nightmare's path, hoping that maybe the blade would sink into it's eye or something, or at least distract it long enough for Annabeth to grab Colette and get to the room. "Stay with the group Colette, follow me!" The girl grabbed the vampire by her hand, not wanting her friend to throw her life away trying to hold this beast back. The room was just a few feet away; if she could get Colette in there, then Annabeth could save them all. "Let's go!" DIPLOMACY MISSION The first thing Ssarak would notice was the presence of a ward; but not simply a novice one, but one at least equal to his own. It was strong enough that if it weren't for the fact that Ssarak was actively looking for it, this ward could have possibly gone beneath his notice. Even now, tracking the ward was about as difficult as tracking the thief himself, who had the advantage of moving through the narrow alleyways; various obstacles such as canvas covers and tunnels covered the thief from above, and without Ssarak attempting to break through his ward he would have quickly lost the thief's position from above. Leith's attempt to stop the thief failed, however it did succeed in causing the thief to crash into the wall with a sickening crunch. He quickly recovered and ran, however it was obvious that he had damaged his arm from the crash. For those pursing the man on foot, they may have noticed as he ran into a dark tunnel that he removed his mask; what was at first a dark blade hood soon revealed long fiery red hair. When he was outy of the tunnel, he was in front of a thick crowd of parade goers and onlookers. They didn't seem to notice him as he pushed through them and ran across the parade with agile swiftness, avoiding the horses and dancers and easily reaching the other side of the street.</s>

<|description|>Annabeth Gulch UserName: Lucius Cypher Age: 19 Mageblood type: Lues Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood. Race: Narsea Human Appearance: Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan. But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself. That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it. Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him. Good Attributes: Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency. Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles. Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed. Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important. Bad Attributes: Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you. Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best. Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation. Secret Word: Rebirth Rewards: Stealth Ring</s> <|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Helena 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. "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.</s> <|message|>Leith Calder Leith Calder "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. He 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. Leith 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?"</s> <|message|>Lyn Marik Lyn, Shimmerstone --- Lyn fell into quiet thoughtfulness at Henri's conversation, though she nodded at E'nasha's question. Her eyes switch back to the city, noting its wonders and busy atmosphere woven through its streets. People from all walks of life tread here without a care. Thankfully they would be spending most their time among the common people rather than the diplomats. Unlike Lidda. At the thoughts of the vitamancer teacher, her eyes lifted upward and spotted a dark bird flying around the city. It was a raven. She recalled Lidda had traveled ahead of the carriage to connect with her father a few weeks back. "Really? I would love that!" Lyn nearly squeaked in her enthusiasm at the notion. Then she caught her mother's raised eyebrow and clashed her hands over her mouth, silencing it. "Sorry," she managed to say in a more appropriate tone. She had missed Alaira's kick at the bottom of Henri's seat, but she did catch the comment, "I've never known you to be completely silent about what you felt was wrong, Alaira." Her attention focused more on the festive going on around them than inside the carriage. Gradually it came to a stop as she made her way onto the cobblestone street. The streets were so busy with life that she couldn't help but stare, her eyes drawn to the activity so familiar to her. Her thoughts were broken by her father nearby causing her to spot him near the wall. She smiled a bit. Her feet cut down the distance between them while she leaned over, giving him an affectionate peck on the cheek before noting her mother wasn't beside him. Before she could comment on it, Helena's word came to Henri's defense. Lyn noticed the wink exchange and her gut churned a bit. She wondered if there was something between them. Not wanting to dwell on it, she moved toward the carriage where her mother was located. She stepped up high enough to peer in through the carriage window. Marya appeared to be just daydreaming causing Lyn to speak up. "Mom, everything alright?" "Um?" Mar said then faced her, seeming to slip out of her trance, "Yes, it is. I'm sorry, I was thinking about something. We've arrived?" "Yeah, need help out?" "No, I can do it," Carefully Mar began to exit out of her side, standing now by the carriage. Her arms crossed over her front slightly defensively while she approached the group. Naturally, Lyn looked at her father. 'She alright?' Lyn mouthed to him when mother's back turned away.</s>

<|message|>Annabeth Gulch Since their return from Djarkel, Annabeth has been training with Helena and Athalus. And nothing sexual either; while Annabeth still has regular contact with her lovers, she had been putting those off for legitimate training. Honing her skills and agility to be better prepared to face off against the creatures the college tends to pit against their students. Of course Annabeth in general has also tried to patch up her life. She felt that maybe she had gotten too... Eager with all her relationships. Not that she regrets any or intends to cut them off; but perhaps she had spent too much time playing around and not enough actually improving her skills. She had let her vices get the better of her. Slowly, she was trying to change that. Annabeth rode alongside the carriages on her trusty steed Samson. Ever since their cooperation dealing with the roc, Annabeth and Samson had gotten to know one another better and they both improved. Using her magic she was able to train Samson to be quite a war horse; his strong body and great endurance was great when running from or towards threats, and his sturdy body would ensure that he can hold his own in a fight alongside Annabeth. Annabeth herself had also begun training her swordsmanship. She had mastered the basics but now needed to hone her skills to a more refine point; she can duel most people just fine, but when fighting monsters she needed to figure out what she was good at and worked on it. Thus she started to improve upon her agility and changed from a brute-force style of swordsmanship to a thrusting style; a mix between using a spear and a two-handed sword. And thus her weapon had changed from a regular longsword to an estoc; a thin but sturdy thrusting blade, like a heavy rapier. It's tip was sharpen for slicing but it's main attribute is to be a thrusting weapon capable of piercing armor or hides, or seeking out weak points in such things. While mounted it can also serve as a light lance. Annabeth's armor had also chained from her heavy coat of plates to a lighter armored jacket. This time the armor was more evenly distributed over her body, making it easier for her to move around as opposed to having everything concentrated around her torso and turning into a more sluggish but enduring fighter. She still had a long way to go, but compared to before she had gotten much better. Annabeth's magic had also been improving; telepathy was much less of an issue for her now even when used over a long period of time and with multiple parties. She focused much on wide concentration spells allowing her to be more useful for others by becoming a mobile communication hub, as well s seeking out and detecting threats when she otherwise can't. Speaking of magic, Annabeth finally saved up money to purchase an enchantment for her sword. The enchantment itself makes her blade innately magical and thus more capable of harming her enemies and withstanding the strain of battle, but there was a specific enchantment that allows her to bypass magical wards and protection related to Psychomancy, so long as she cast her spell the same time her sword peirces the body. That should help deal with pesky people who actually have resistances to her magic. None of which Annabeth actually brought, for better or for worse. They weren't in Eania for a quest but celebration. She couldn't help but feel excited; they were finally going to her homelands after all, and she already knows that she'll be meeting her family in the city for celebrations. She wanted to show off all her friends to them as well as show them her new abilities. It almost felt like years since she has seen her relatives and she wonders how much they've changed since she left. When she saw the city ahead, Annabeth couldn't help but ride ahead and get the scent of her homelands back. The smell of hot oil sizzling doughy goods in the sun, fresh fruits being served and sliced for customers, the strong aroma of butchered meat that roasts on a split, and the occasion dog dropping. Fortunately, Eania does employ street sweepers. As the rest of the college students arrived into the city Annabeth dismounted and fed Samson an apple. "Follow the others and be good, okay? I'll come back with treats." She said affectionately to her horse before giving him a peck on the snout and meeting with the others. "Ah, smells like home. Welcome to Shimmerstone! Capital jewel of Eania, and my city!"</s>

<|description|>Lyn Marik -WIP- UserName: Fallenreaper Age: Appears 21 of age, but only less than half that. Mageblood type: Natura Favoured Magic Class: Herbamancy Previous Magic training: Lyn has been training in her Mage blood since the age of 6, the time she displayed it within the IC, but due to her rapidly aging body that's not been as long as it sounds. Race: Naga/Human hybrid Appearance: Lyn appears to be a Naersan human in her early twenties, late teens through her actual age is only a few years. Her petite frame is built more for speed and agility, able to flex much more than normal humans could giving her an advantage in battle. She often wears a short tunic reaching around her waist and breeches about knee high, unless in winter than it is all the way down to her boot tops. About her hips is a pouch filled with herbal remedies and bandages to mend those injured or worse, even something to help with blood sickness. On closer inspection upon her pearly white skin are faint, pattern lines much like snake scale. When flattened, they are smooth and barely notable to the untrained eyes, hiding away her Naga heritage to the outside world. Her facial appearance is a mix of her father's strength and mother's beauty, casting an appealing image that gives off an innocent and naive sense. She had the serpent like tongue and fangs like the Naga, enabling her to both have high quality scent and produce venom. At her max height she comes at about 5'5" which is average for most Nearsan females, her weight on the light side without any heavy built muscles. Short Bio: Good Attributes: Sheltered: Lyn has been sheltered within the College all her life, at least to date, which has made her ignorant of the world outside and its prejudices. She grew up in an environment that treated others with respect and merit based on individuals rather than race, her own attitude towards others reflects this upbring. This means anyone is equal in her mind until proven otherwise, enabling them to become a possible friend. -Innocent Hearted: Lyn's default personality is cheerful and pleasant for many individuals, even to the less pleasant. She is rarely turned off by others' less sociable attitude and strives to be polite, gentle and kind to almost everyone. -Naga abilities: She is able to produce venom to paralyze an individual, usually humanoid, from wood elf to Naga. She merely needs to penetrate their skin with her fangs or spit in their eyes. Near her eyes are heat pits able to sense heat from several meters, as far as a human can see, from her location and within a 180 degree angle where her head is turned. Lyn's legs aren't as strong to crush bone into powder, but her limbs has more strength than the average woman her built and her grip is like iron clasps through they have to have a grasp first. Which on, they are difficult to get off without a blade. In addition, her scales provide some minor protection against scratches, bruises, and friction through against a blade it will still cut like skin. -Agile and Fast: Lyn has the combined specialty of her father's and mother's speed and agility, making her able to turn on a dime at a flat out run. She is also among the fastest among her age group and other students, through her strength is still weak in comparison to these two traits. Bad Attributes: -Cool Blooded - Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Meirin Kurenai or just Mei Meirin Kurenai Meirin went straight towards the garden, but not before gussying herself up. While putting on make up wasn't unusual for Meirin, today was a special occasion, so she not only applied a bit more then usual, but even kept a bit with her to fix any messes. And dashing to the garden cause her to sweat enough to cause some of her make up to start running, so using a pool of water as her mirror Meirin reapplied what she needed before she spotted Ssarak in the gardens. The gardens were peaceful and quiet unlike most of the college. Everyone must have gone towards the dining hall. Finding Ssarak would be no problem here, but Meirin wanted to walk a bit. As she enjoyed the scenery she pondered just how her relationship with Ssarak has gone so far. They've only been together for about a week, officially. Thinking back on it she's actually been with Ssarak for much longer, and it's only been recently that they've told their feelings for one another. She wondered if she was taking things too quickly, but considering how close they were even before Meirin confessed to him, perhaps this was her chance to take things up a notch? Her face blushed at the idea however, thinking that she was being hasty. While she certainly had fantasies about Ssarak and their possible life together, she needed to be careful not to get too crazy. Temperance and consideration was needed, as well as communication. Meirin wouldn't mind living the rest of her life with Ssarak, but only after she accepts that he is the one she wants to be with forever. Meirin loves Ssarak, but a decision like that... There were too many things to account for. As she wandered around Meirin came across Cupid Roses. She remembered seeing them in alchemy class, though they lacked any notable properties. But symbolically, they were a classical representation of one's love and devotion. Specifically a prayer for young love, to flourish against adversity and strife. It was appropriate for the situation: Meirin wasn't quite ready for a long-term commitment, but she was more than happy to facilitate her budding romance with Ssarak. Carefully Meirin picked a few Cupid Roses from a bushel and wrapped them with her handkerchief. "Now to find Ssarak." It wasn't hard finding the eysire in the gardens. His dark scales clashed vibrantly against the green foliage. And while he likely already picked up her thoughts as she approached Meirin still called out for him. "Hello Ssarak."</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- As soon as he heard Meirin's voice, Ssarak lifted up his head, and his smile widened. He was seated in the grass in a part of the garden which he felt looked particularly nice. The platter of food he had brought was covered to hold in the heat, but fortunately, he had not had to wait too long for her to arrive. "Hello, Meirin." Ssarak responded. For a brief moment, he simply looked at her, smiling. To him, she looked quite nice, though it was not due to the makeup, as his mind was not designed to notice the fine details of a human's face. Rather, it was because of the way she moved as she approached, because of her smile, and her tone. It was because of the effort she had placed into her appearance and clothing, and though they had each only spoken a few words, he could see that she seemed excited for this meeting. The silence between them was just long enough to be noticed before Ssarak continued. "You look quite beautiful, I must say. Please, sit down." He added, motioning to a spot beside him. He hoped she did not mind sitting in the grass. He might have been able to find a table or bench, but the vibrance and color of the flowers in the spot he selected had a certain beauty which he, and hopefully Meirin, admired. Quite simply, it was romantic. As Meirin approached, Ssarak uncovered the platter and started to separate out their respective meals. "I know you are missing the feast to be here, so...I thought it would be nice to have a feast of our own. Would you like a glass of wine?" He asked as he uncorked the bottle to pour a glass for himself.</s> <|message|>Meirin Kurenai or just Mei Meirin Kurenai Ssarak had chosen a nice place in the gardens. Meirin didn't terribly mind sitting in the grass; her dress was almost the same color, so any stains would be unnoticeable. As she sat down Meirin handed him the cupid roses. "These are for you. Cupid Roses... They symbolize the growth of a budding romance." Immediately Meirin's face turned red. She felt foolish simply explaining what Cupid Roses were for. She just laughed it off and handed it off to Ssarak, gladly accepting a cup of wine. Perhaps a few drinks would allow her to relax. There were also food which Ssarak had brought with him. Steamed vegetables, a fruit platter, and some sort of stew with mushrooms. Not a lot of meat, but Meirin was fine with that; meat was a rare commodity back at the monastery and even now Meirin eats a lot of greens out of habit. her stomach growled, reminding her that she hasn't eaten anything yet. Eager to chow down Meirin was about to ask Ssarak for a bowl when she felt something hit her head. It wasn't a physical pain however, but a mental one. One that she knew too well. "Oh my... I shouldn't have sat down so quickly, I'm a little dizzy..." But in truth it was Meirin's narcolepsy acting up. Before she came to the college it was a constantly plague, but now she has been taking medicine to fight it. But she's been taking a bit more then usual and they still peak out at times. She hasn't actually fallen asleep for a very long time, but that was due taking her medicine regularly. Not wanting her condition to worsen Meirin would need to take another pill. So casually, Meirin took her plate that Ssarak had given her, eating a few bites and taking some sips from her wine. Occasionally she would reach into her purse to grab a napkin to wipe her mouth, but she was also sneaking some pills. Of course it wouldn't be hard for Ssarak to notice that Meirin was doing this, even if he doesn't read her mind. Meirin wasn't trying to be sneaky, rather she was simply trying not to make a big fuss about it. And wanting to distract him from questioning Meirin spoke. "By the way Ssarak, I noticed that you spoke to some other Eysire at the feast. Mind if I ask what you spoke to them about?"</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Though Meirin seemed embarrassed by it, Ssarak was glad that she had explained why she had given him the roses. Giving another flowers was an unfamiliar tradition to him, seeing as there were no flowers to give in his homeland. It was a custom that he would be sure to keep in mind for the future. He gladly accepted them, and smiled in thanks while she got herself situated. Ssarak of course noticed Meirin's uneasiness as she sat down. Her condition was something that was actually easy to forget about as of late, since her medicine was rather effective at mitigating the symptoms. He was already well-aware of her narcolepsy, so there was no need for him to ask if she was alright. Rather, he just addressed her question. "They were representatives of the Scorched Lands. Uicle asked me to speak to them, to gather information. What I learned from them does have rather dire implications for my homeland, but...well, there is no reason to worry about it at this very moment. I think we both deserve to be able to just...ignore these stresses, if only for a moment." Pausing a moment, Ssarak looked around at the garden surrounding them, closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath. "This place has such vibrance, does it not? So full of life. Plants are a rarity in the Scorched Lands, and none have the color of these. I remember the first time I saw a forest. The caravan driver nearly abandoned me for how many times I stopped and stared in awe at every tree or plant." Along with the many flowers and other plants, the garden had its share of bees, butterflies, and other insect life. Most insects tended to be annoying, more than anything, but from what Ssarak gathered, butterflies were a welcomed guest in most outings. Being simple-minded creatures, most insects were not difficult for a psychomancer to manipulate, at least not individually. Spotting one flying nearby, he held out his finger in front of Meirin, then compelled the colorful creature to land on it. "When a butterfly first landed on me, I actually started flailing my arm trying to get it off of me." He added with a chuckle. "I thought it was going to inject me with some manner of poison. Harmless creatures, even insects, are a rarity in my homeland. I am much more familiar with this place now, but I am sure it will not be long before I do something to completely embarrass myself in front of you. Do not worry, you have my permission to laugh, when it comes." Ssarak said with a grin.</s>

<|message|>Lyn Marik Lyn Lyn was still coughing when she padded out of the kitchens as the earlier fire was finally smothered, all thanks to the combined aid of the four girls' actions. The child had a rough time at first getting the older girls' attentions. After a lot of tugging their clothes, their eyes finally realize what she was pointing at and with all three herbamancers, the plants had smothered the fire finally causing it to die out. It was a good thing there was a homemade garden on the counter else they would never have been able to put it out and the whole college would've been drowning in smoke. Already, the small, black puffs billowed out into the mess hall as she quickened her exiting herself. Her ears caught the sounds of people muttering and talking, their eyes all fixed on the elderly man who was talking to Uncle Uicle earlier. Their head seemed fixed upon the man while a student, Meirin, lead him back to his sit and shortly took off to the outside of the hallway. It wouldn't be long now before the demonstrations happened and that meant she would have to seek out her dad before they started, or at least someone to stay with and watch them with her. Her mind drifted to Alaira only to discard it when her mind recalled what happened in the caravan. Despite Alaira's insistence she wasn't mad, the child felt guilt and regret. Her Aunt had been hurt because of her and for that, Lyn couldn't bring herself to seeing the half elf. After her mind was made up, she started to head toward the staff table and away from Alaira. It hadn't helped her middle was getting hungry again, her memory soon recalled her had forgotten to eat before her attention was grabbed by the sudden appearance of the fire, she immediately looked for some place to get a bite. Her eyes fell on the appetizer table and her lips curled up into a smile. Without considering the fact her legs were shorter than the adults, Lyn gently pushed her way through the crowds and toward the table where a few individuals were gathered instead of staring at Ovak. On reaching it, Lyn came to it and soon noted her height was still too short. When her head tried to peer over the edge, her hands used the edge to aid her higher but she could barely see the items laid out on the table surface. Naturally it wasn't enough so Lyn pushed up onto her tippytoes to try to get a better look. Her feet wobbled unsteadily before they abruptly gave to one side causing her to trip sideways. She closed her eyes, expecting to fall down, and feel the hard floor in her landing. Instead, she smacked into someone else!</s>

<|description|>Lyn Marik -WIP- UserName: Fallenreaper Age: Appears 21 of age, but only less than half that. Mageblood type: Natura Favoured Magic Class: Herbamancy Previous Magic training: Lyn has been training in her Mage blood since the age of 6, the time she displayed it within the IC, but due to her rapidly aging body that's not been as long as it sounds. Race: Naga/Human hybrid Appearance: Lyn appears to be a Naersan human in her early twenties, late teens through her actual age is only a few years. Her petite frame is built more for speed and agility, able to flex much more than normal humans could giving her an advantage in battle. She often wears a short tunic reaching around her waist and breeches about knee high, unless in winter than it is all the way down to her boot tops. About her hips is a pouch filled with herbal remedies and bandages to mend those injured or worse, even something to help with blood sickness. On closer inspection upon her pearly white skin are faint, pattern lines much like snake scale. When flattened, they are smooth and barely notable to the untrained eyes, hiding away her Naga heritage to the outside world. Her facial appearance is a mix of her father's strength and mother's beauty, casting an appealing image that gives off an innocent and naive sense. She had the serpent like tongue and fangs like the Naga, enabling her to both have high quality scent and produce venom. At her max height she comes at about 5'5" which is average for most Nearsan females, her weight on the light side without any heavy built muscles. Short Bio: Good Attributes: Sheltered: Lyn has been sheltered within the College all her life, at least to date, which has made her ignorant of the world outside and its prejudices. She grew up in an environment that treated others with respect and merit based on individuals rather than race, her own attitude towards others reflects this upbring. This means anyone is equal in her mind until proven otherwise, enabling them to become a possible friend. -Innocent Hearted: Lyn's default personality is cheerful and pleasant for many individuals, even to the less pleasant. She is rarely turned off by others' less sociable attitude and strives to be polite, gentle and kind to almost everyone. -Naga abilities: She is able to produce venom to paralyze an individual, usually humanoid, from wood elf to Naga. She merely needs to penetrate their skin with her fangs or spit in their eyes. Near her eyes are heat pits able to sense heat from several meters, as far as a human can see, from her location and within a 180 degree angle where her head is turned. Lyn's legs aren't as strong to crush bone into powder, but her limbs has more strength than the average woman her built and her grip is like iron clasps through they have to have a grasp first. Which on, they are difficult to get off without a blade. In addition, her scales provide some minor protection against scratches, bruises, and friction through against a blade it will still cut like skin. -Agile and Fast: Lyn has the combined specialty of her father's and mother's speed and agility, making her able to turn on a dime at a flat out run. She is also among the fastest among her age group and other students, through her strength is still weak in comparison to these two traits. Bad Attributes: -Cool Blooded - Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Keri Wolf 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. She 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. As 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. " 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.</s> <|message|>Leith Calder 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. 'And It'd make it so easy to crush her hand. All you'd need to do is grab her hand and squeeze.' Leith 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. With 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. "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."</s>

<|message|>Lyn Marik TIMESKIP: 2-3 months later Mar Mar's anxiety tossed and rolled within her middle. With the passing time, her insides were slowly blacken by worry. The sensation filled her core as it spread inch by inch, her control barely enough to prevent it from seeping to the surface in the form of gestures and twitches. With each pang of worry, her eyes renewed her search for any danger signs causing her awareness of her anxiety to grow. Her heart pounded within her ears, threatening to drown her hearing's usefulness, and feed the dark dread in her heart before she squeezed down upon it. She inhaled then exhaled, letting out the stress with the breath. Now wasn't the time to get worked over, her mind returning to the task at hand. From the corner of her eyes, movement caught her attention and her head whipped over to study the source: Althalus. She had caught him gazing upon her with a smirk crossing his handsome lips as his chin rested on his palm, golden eyes like their daughter's absorbing her image no doubt. After a few moments Mar's eyebrow arched in demand at what he was staring at. Her eyes hardened and jawline tensed, her annoyance at him obviously ignoring the situation's importance causing her to sigh then speak. "What are you looking at Althalus? Shouldn't you be more concerned about wounding a few rabbits instead of staring at me?" Some of the other students were in the woods, flushing out the prey animals to where Athalus and herself was and this gave them the responsibility to filter out which would be best suited for Lyn. Several smaller mammals, namely fleet footed rabbits, squirrels, birds, and smaller mammals darted past to the meadow beyond the pair. Their small figures quickly vanished into the overgrowth and into her daughter's direction where Lyn could hunt them for the afternoon meal. Most the animals would be too fast until either Althalus or herself wounded them, but their main objective was prevent any mammal too large for Lyn from entering the protective area. Though she had made a valid point and was waiting for an answer, she knew exactly what he was eyeing up. His sight roaming her current outfit, lingering on one of his tunic she was wearing. The waistline trimmed higher on her waist and sleeves cut shorter, her neckline folded into a v which revealed the curve of her breasts to the unimaginative eye. She held the mostly masculine frame in her torso thanks to the original shape of his shirt but she knew, in his opinion, it was much more flirting on her than him. The last accessory was on her waist where a belt filled by numerous pockets hugged her middle. There was mainly a basic first aid kit, created by Sam, the college healer, in preparation for her daughter's first hunt. Each balm, ointment, salve, and herb she was fully informed of its purpose and wound it treated. In addition there was bandages and stitches for more serious injuries, a matter that made Mar's spine shiver in concern. The notion of her daughter getting hurt both worried and angered her causing her tail to twitch in irritation, her mind considering such a thing was possible was enough to stress her. Her mind, while waiting on Althalus' reply, wondered to the plan for Lyn's first hunt. Althalus had been generous enough to ask for assistance from selected students who would flush out suitable prey and chase away the more dangerous types. This way, her daughter was still required to hunt the prey but minimized the risk she had to take. If it wasn't for Mar's own experiences with the wildlife, the Naga would've preferred to have done this task alone. However, pride took backseat to her daughter's safety in the end. Usually this was an important milestone in a Naga's life and done solely by the mother. Her job was to wound and chase suitable prey, allowing her children to experience a slower version of the hunt and thrill of killing their own food. As time went on, their hunting talents would improve enough that a mother's instinct would believe them ready to be left on their own. In the back of Mar's mind there was a fear the time when Lyn no longer needed her was drawing to a close, a fact she wondered if she would be able to officially let go. Would she want to? That was the primary question that shadowed her very mind and seemed to violate her traditional sense as well as her Naga pride. Any further discussion was prevented when something stepped on branch and made a loud crack to her left. Immediately her head whipped about to spot a large, moose like deer gracefully edging into view. Its spindling and thick legs navigated the pale tree trunks as their outspread leafless limbs briefly scratched the night colored flank causing it to shudder at the touch. The beast snorted creating mist to flutter from its flaring nostrils. Its antlers, wide and spreading from either side of the male's head, were curved upward and looked able to rip flesh into ribbons at a little application of pressure. If that wasn't dangerous enough, there was also its size. The animal reached about double the size of any war horse Mar had seen on the feast's opening day, either of Djarkel or Eania breed, and about as monstrous in appearance. Both features would easily damage Lyn if she tried to hunt it and filled Mar's mind with fear for her daughter's life. Impulsively, Mar's fangs flashed, her voice letting out a warning hiss. Her fingers wrapped about the cannibal's femur bone, a souvenir from her last mission, as the her joints whitened from the stress. Mar's venomous eyes narrowed on the target and darkened. "Althalus, we have unwanted company..." Lyn Meanwhile, within the meadow not far from the others, stood Lyn within the gray grasses of a meadow. Her figure had changed over the few months since spring and no longer was she the thin, fragile looking child of six years. Now there was the slight hints where maturity was blooming into the young girl's image, her chest developing subtle mounds on her chest to her widening hips, and visibly showed she had started to edge into fourteen. Her hair, golden brown like her mother's, reached her shoulder blades and was roped up into a braid in order to keep it out of her sight. Thin limbs had thicken a bit into developing muscles thanks to training between Alaira, her mother, and even her father. Sadly, Lyn suspected her father was often holding back on some of it which annoyed her inside. Nervousness spread through her causing her hand to pick at her chosen outfit lightly. Her top consisted of a white, sleeveless and embroidered tunic with a low cut about the waist. It was a top her father hadn't been enthusiastic to see her wearing in public, giving into letting her only when her mother had pointed out it was more mobile than her father's standby. In addition to the unusual tunic, her wrists had braces where two daggers were strapped on the underside and able to be withdrawn to be thrown. On her waist was a belt filled by a small first aid kit and several small daggers like the ones in her bracers. Her legs were covered by skin tight deer buck breeches and tucked into her hide boots, thick cords tied about the calves. About her neck was the Rune Leith had given her for a gift, though she hadn't slouched in her efforts to speak. Her vocabulary had increased bit by bit but she stuttered often. Movement out of her peripheral vision interrupted her thoughts caused Lyn's hand to jerk up to her bracer. Her finger tips brushed the handle of a hidden dagger, the hard iron cold against her warm touch. Her aim was as sharp as her blade thanks to all the practice between classes. In addition, she could easily tap into her Herbamancy since she had been working with Lucilia (with supervision) over improving her skills in that area. Sadly, it was still at the novice level but finding her prey would be easy. She hadn't managed to spot any wounded ones, at least for now. It was what she was waiting for was more animals to flood into her little area, her eyes flickering between each moving shape trying to spot that hint of red. "C-c-come on," She muttered softly to herself.</s>

<|description|>Lyn Marik -WIP- UserName: Fallenreaper Age: Appears 21 of age, but only less than half that. Mageblood type: Natura Favoured Magic Class: Herbamancy Previous Magic training: Lyn has been training in her Mage blood since the age of 6, the time she displayed it within the IC, but due to her rapidly aging body that's not been as long as it sounds. Race: Naga/Human hybrid Appearance: Lyn appears to be a Naersan human in her early twenties, late teens through her actual age is only a few years. Her petite frame is built more for speed and agility, able to flex much more than normal humans could giving her an advantage in battle. She often wears a short tunic reaching around her waist and breeches about knee high, unless in winter than it is all the way down to her boot tops. About her hips is a pouch filled with herbal remedies and bandages to mend those injured or worse, even something to help with blood sickness. On closer inspection upon her pearly white skin are faint, pattern lines much like snake scale. When flattened, they are smooth and barely notable to the untrained eyes, hiding away her Naga heritage to the outside world. Her facial appearance is a mix of her father's strength and mother's beauty, casting an appealing image that gives off an innocent and naive sense. She had the serpent like tongue and fangs like the Naga, enabling her to both have high quality scent and produce venom. At her max height she comes at about 5'5" which is average for most Nearsan females, her weight on the light side without any heavy built muscles. Short Bio: Good Attributes: Sheltered: Lyn has been sheltered within the College all her life, at least to date, which has made her ignorant of the world outside and its prejudices. She grew up in an environment that treated others with respect and merit based on individuals rather than race, her own attitude towards others reflects this upbring. This means anyone is equal in her mind until proven otherwise, enabling them to become a possible friend. -Innocent Hearted: Lyn's default personality is cheerful and pleasant for many individuals, even to the less pleasant. She is rarely turned off by others' less sociable attitude and strives to be polite, gentle and kind to almost everyone. -Naga abilities: She is able to produce venom to paralyze an individual, usually humanoid, from wood elf to Naga. She merely needs to penetrate their skin with her fangs or spit in their eyes. Near her eyes are heat pits able to sense heat from several meters, as far as a human can see, from her location and within a 180 degree angle where her head is turned. Lyn's legs aren't as strong to crush bone into powder, but her limbs has more strength than the average woman her built and her grip is like iron clasps through they have to have a grasp first. Which on, they are difficult to get off without a blade. In addition, her scales provide some minor protection against scratches, bruises, and friction through against a blade it will still cut like skin. -Agile and Fast: Lyn has the combined specialty of her father's and mother's speed and agility, making her able to turn on a dime at a flat out run. She is also among the fastest among her age group and other students, through her strength is still weak in comparison to these two traits. Bad Attributes: -Cool Blooded - Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Keri Wolf Keri Wolf Lyn's Hunt The 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. Keri 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. " 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. The 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.</s> <|message|>Deven Zoria Deven Zoria: Lyn's Hunt Deven Zoria Just 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. This 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. That'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.</s> <|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Lyn's Hunt Helena 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. But 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. So 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. And even less of a use with her glasses broken. The 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." The 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.</s> <|message|>Sinys Erweinoc Luf'firio Sinys: Lyn's Hunt Sinys 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. He 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. He 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. He 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.</s>

<|message|>Lyn Marik Alpha Cosh, Lyn's Hunt When his attempt to get away failed, the Cosh's dread filled his instinct. His body shimmered then became invisible through it did him little since Deven didn't allow him to retreat. Through it seemed like the knight was grappling thin air, the impression of something kicking and struggling against the armored man was very clear when the the grass was being torn up and dirt scattered. The cosh was bent on not going down easily as his paws raised to jerk his head free by pressing against Deven's legs and waist, the creature snarling in frustration. It wasn't working, the beast realized, when he was shifted to his side. The arrow stem snapped when it bent at the ground rising up while his leg crumbled, unable to take the pressure the knight's rush forward had created. Keri's slash hit just when the beast's side rolled into the ground, missing the back and scoring along the side. Another red line ran along the muscle causing the beast to jerk in reaction and lash out his paw at where Deven's face was. With a long reach, through his eyes unable to see, his paw darted to the man's neck and nearly clipped his face if he didn't move it. After the attack, the Cosh rolled over to his side. Blood stained the ground, leaving a smear thanks to the widened wound and serious damage. His invisibility had completely engulfed his body preventing the students from seeing the beast's body curl then coil up his hind feet to attack Deven's exposed side. Immediately the Cosh jerked out his hind legs to smack upon the man's leg then cause it to crumble should it hit.</s>

<|description|>Lyn Marik -WIP- UserName: Fallenreaper Age: Appears 21 of age, but only less than half that. Mageblood type: Natura Favoured Magic Class: Herbamancy Previous Magic training: Lyn has been training in her Mage blood since the age of 6, the time she displayed it within the IC, but due to her rapidly aging body that's not been as long as it sounds. Race: Naga/Human hybrid Appearance: Lyn appears to be a Naersan human in her early twenties, late teens through her actual age is only a few years. Her petite frame is built more for speed and agility, able to flex much more than normal humans could giving her an advantage in battle. She often wears a short tunic reaching around her waist and breeches about knee high, unless in winter than it is all the way down to her boot tops. About her hips is a pouch filled with herbal remedies and bandages to mend those injured or worse, even something to help with blood sickness. On closer inspection upon her pearly white skin are faint, pattern lines much like snake scale. When flattened, they are smooth and barely notable to the untrained eyes, hiding away her Naga heritage to the outside world. Her facial appearance is a mix of her father's strength and mother's beauty, casting an appealing image that gives off an innocent and naive sense. She had the serpent like tongue and fangs like the Naga, enabling her to both have high quality scent and produce venom. At her max height she comes at about 5'5" which is average for most Nearsan females, her weight on the light side without any heavy built muscles. Short Bio: Good Attributes: Sheltered: Lyn has been sheltered within the College all her life, at least to date, which has made her ignorant of the world outside and its prejudices. She grew up in an environment that treated others with respect and merit based on individuals rather than race, her own attitude towards others reflects this upbring. This means anyone is equal in her mind until proven otherwise, enabling them to become a possible friend. -Innocent Hearted: Lyn's default personality is cheerful and pleasant for many individuals, even to the less pleasant. She is rarely turned off by others' less sociable attitude and strives to be polite, gentle and kind to almost everyone. -Naga abilities: She is able to produce venom to paralyze an individual, usually humanoid, from wood elf to Naga. She merely needs to penetrate their skin with her fangs or spit in their eyes. Near her eyes are heat pits able to sense heat from several meters, as far as a human can see, from her location and within a 180 degree angle where her head is turned. Lyn's legs aren't as strong to crush bone into powder, but her limbs has more strength than the average woman her built and her grip is like iron clasps through they have to have a grasp first. Which on, they are difficult to get off without a blade. In addition, her scales provide some minor protection against scratches, bruises, and friction through against a blade it will still cut like skin. -Agile and Fast: Lyn has the combined specialty of her father's and mother's speed and agility, making her able to turn on a dime at a flat out run. She is also among the fastest among her age group and other students, through her strength is still weak in comparison to these two traits. Bad Attributes: -Cool Blooded - Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>E'nasha Williams E'nasha Williams "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. "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. Change 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?"</s> <|message|>Keri Wolf Keri Wolf "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. The 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.</s> <|message|>Annabeth Gulch Annabeth Gulch Smiling 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. Annabeth 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. Lyn 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. "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."</s>

<|message|>Lyn Marik Lyamis and Amaryllis, Courtyard Lyamis heard Myrn mutter something, causing his eyebrow to raise in question. His eyes watcher her place her book away and seem to follow his advice in not pestering the Matriarch until he heard her mutter something. The male naga's expression almost flinched in reaction to her next actions, wondering why he thought she would understand and actually behave. His sight turned to watch the weather old Naga, her skin bleached white from the underground and lack of sun, pull back her waist length hair. The platinum colored strands shifted gently to the side while she looked over the young wood elf before her. "Greetings, Matriarch. I hope you and your people are well. I know you all intend to leave the college, and..." The woman looked as if she was about to break some important promise to Mayra's brother when she looked over to Lyamis, the male showing slight signs of embarrassment over her next actions. Quietly, Amaryllis listened to the concerns pouring out abruptly without restraint. "Have you considered taking up the college's hospitality and staying here? I'm certain they can arrange some way for the naga to earn their keep. War is coming, demons from the Inferno are rallying their forces against the college, no, the entire world. I cannot say I know the motives of the Yarosmere were, but I fear that if they learn of your survival, they may attempt to attack you again, or convince others to attack you. I understand that the naga as slow to adapt to new situations, but if they return to their old ways your troubles will only come back, stronger than before. And even you cannot deny that the naga are not strong enough right not to fend off another attack by any forces, be it demons, monsters, or men. If they must go into hiding, surely they could do so with the protection of their allies?" Quickly the woman realized her mistake, her next words made to apologize. "I... I do not mean to offend, Matriarch. It's just... As a Vaan'Dred, a historian, I have seen great people similar to the naga. I have learned how they met their end. And while death may come to us all, that's no reason not to continue living. The naga have so much more they could be capable of. An unknown, bountiful future ahead of them. I wish to see them flourish and prosper. I would hate to see only their shadows as they vanish into the sands of time." Amaryllis sighed, listening to the young woman and replied. "The Naga are a hardy breed. We've faced much worse in our past and still progress, but times are changing. As a people, we can't remain the same forever. However change must come gradually, unlike what you and Lyam have come to believe. Too quickly, and is the cost worth the price in the end? Thousands of death over the heads of those who have managed to survive?" Her eyes widened and made wiser through the ages stared over her people with a sorrowful gaze. "I wish it was easy, I do, but it's not. Life isn't smooth or easy to overcome ages of conditioning, tradition, and more. To attempt to force change too soon could risk a division. Take Mar's young… daughter, her existence means Naga are able to breed what some might consider abominations or monsters worse than demon, something worth extermination. A tainting of what we are. This will time to adjust to and sadly, if the issue of conflict is present then it's only likely to fester." Amaryllis, or called Amar by others, looked toward Lyamis. Her next words seemed to suggest he wasn't fully acceptable of the move or the refusal of taking aid from the college, through in the end he had accepted it. "You're not the only one opposed to my final decision, but rest assure we won't be completely isolated like before. I'm fully aware of the threats coming to purge our kin from the world and change will come. It will gradually, but will happen." Lyn, Orchard Lyn spotted the bright yellow ring, her smile widen she spoke about it. "Rurik gives out excellence gifts and rewards in exchange for goods trade, aid, or for a good price. I might be basis as I often get a candied sweet or trinket whenever I visit his cart. He also have some pretty fabric for clothing making if you're ever interested. The college has some good seamstresses who would be willing to make some tunics and breeches for a few favors." When Helena pointed out her mention of not being able to cook, Lyn lowered her eyes as if the fact was something to be ashamed of it. Her boot twisted about the dirt while she smiled sheepishly. "No and could you teach me? " She watched Helena extend a hand then jerked back, surprised at the vampire's temperature. "Fuck, you're cold," Keri was amused by the woman's reaction as well, her voice chuckled softly. "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." Lyn giggled to see Helena jerk, uttering about how cold Keri was, then nodded. "I know the feeling. My body temperature is much lower than a normal person so touching Keri is like embracing ice. It takes a few minutes longer for me to warm up through, It will pass in a bit, just rub your hand." That's when Annabeth pipped in. "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." Lyn paused to think. She still wanted to learn, but giving uncle Tyrael a rottenly made pastry wasn't something she wanted to do and she pondered the option in her head. After a few moments, she bite her lip and gave in. "I don't want to give him a crappy treat but I don't want to create more work for you. It might be better if we make it together and that way, it won't become a mushy mess?' "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." Annabeth asked. Again, Lyn thought then answered honestly. "Not much, sadly. I was just collecting some when I ended up losing one in Helena's hair and stopped picking. My basket is barely filled. Can you help?"</s>

<|description|>Cynn Ellime UserName: Crossark Age: 19 Mageblood type: Natura Favoured Magic Class: Geomancy, with some barely-tapped potential in Herbamancy. Previous Magic training: Some shared learning by her friends, but nothing official. Race: Forest Elf Appearance: Is fairly tall, standing at 6 feet. Has brilliant white hair that she prefers to keep short, in a sort of thick pixie cut. (By the way, this might seem pointless, but her cup size is 36B. Trust me, it will help.) Has a very fair face. Short Bio: Cynn was raised as the daughter of an important family in her tribe. She had no siblings, but her parents were the wealthy owners of a major technology organization. From an early age, her parents noticed her potential as a trophy, and brought her to every business party, corporate meeting, and publicity stunt that they scheduled. When they learned about her magical ability, she suddenly became not only a trophy, but a parlor trick, as well. She was never good with people, and talking to strangers wore her out. The only escape she could find was in her private tutoring times and fencing practice. However, other than in those two safe areas, she never felt in place, and always felt used. Luckily, at the business events, she could often escape to a quiet place to work on her trinkets or read, but she was not so lucky when it was a simple family matter. Her father turned a blind eye to her, which hurt Cynn, but it was her mother who caused the real problem. It was her mother who would find her and harass her about not being social whenever she would disappear. It was her mother who, when she noticed that Cynn's tutors were assisting her in avoiding the situations, fired every one of them and got new ones who weren't permitted to leave the family home. It was her mother who blamed Cynn for any mishap the company was undergoing, and insisted that she still loved her daughter. And, alas, it was her mother who sought out Cynn in the courtyard at a particularly lengthy holiday party, when Cynn was just 14. "Honey, I have someone I want you to meet," she said, sitting down next to her daughter. "The Happs's son made a comment earlier on your beauty. He's a few years older than you, but I think you two could get along well. You just need to come out of your shell a bit." Cynn couldn't remember this Happ family, much less their son. Frankly, she didn't want to talk to them. She was worn out already. And she didn't feel beautiful. She haited how her mother forced her to keep her hair long, and wear froofy dresses. "I don't want to meet him," Cynn whispered under her breath, not looking at her mother. "I don't...I don't want to meet anyone else... I'm too tired for this." At this, Cynn's mother's face darkened. "Cynn Ellime," she said, her voice returning to her normal, angry tone. "You will go in and meet that boy." Cynn stood up, facing her mother. "I said I don't want to, mother. Just this once, I ask you to take my needs into account, or else your little business trophy is going to wind up getting tarnished." It felt good to be on a topic she'd had enough time to think about. Ranting was a relief. "I want to do what makes me comfortable, and that isn't going from party to party, meeting to meeting, smiling at people I don't know and don't care about, making conversation that doesn't progress at all. I'm a living being, and it's time I get the respect I deser-" A sharp pain spread across her left cheek. Her mother's hand retreated back to her side. "That is no way to speak to your mother, young lady." She stepped closer to Cynn, invading the small amount of space Cynn had left. "I have done everything for you to give you a good life. I have given you books, tutors, everything an heir to a business needs. So, when I tell you to do something, you do it! No back talk! You owe me the respect any mother deserves! YOU ARE NOT EXPERIENCED ENOUGH, SMART ENOUGH, OR SOCIAL ENOUGH TO DO ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? I KNOW HOW THIS WORLD WORKS, AND YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME-HE-WHOA!" Cynn's crouched, balled up figure was surrounded by the gravel from the courtyard path. Her mother now lay on her back, the part of the path she'd been standing on moments earlier now hovering as chunks of earth in front of her trembling form. Cynn screamed, hands over her ears, to get the self-doubt and sadness out of her head. Unfortunately, she wasn't prepared for the gravel projectiles that resulted from this, battering her mother and leaving her unconscious, but alive. She ran away, sobbing, wondering how one person could be so illogical and hurtful. The first thing she did was cut her hair. Quickly, she found a new family, a close circle of friends that stuck together. That had lasted two years. Slowly, though, Cynn's inability to phrase things properly caused divides, and she eventually left them to save them the trouble. She wandered about, selling books for three more years, She learned how to act like a salesman, as much as she despised doing so, to get by. However, she caught rumors of a college for mages, and she set out to find her way to it. Good Attributes: Cynn is a major reader. She has a very logical outlook on the world, and can understand technologies easily. She also has a very inventive mind, and will come up with her way of solving issues, despite the possibility that the solution might already exist. She understands strategy. Bad Attributes: She is such an immense introvert that not only is it difficult for her to accurately connect to people in the first place due to her need to think her sentences out so far in advance, but she probably won't stop stuttering for a good while after she actually does connect with someone. She also has some trouble with keeping her mind in reality, her imagination having a tendency to run wild at random. Secret Word: Re-fucking-birth, baby! P.S.: Her butt is was a magician, but became known as half of a slowly rotting lemon.</s> <|message|>Meirin Kurenai or just Mei 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!"**</s> <|message|>Alaira Taenn **Alaira Taenn** Alaira 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. Some 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?!"**</s> <|message|>Annabeth Gulch Annabeth Gulch Annabeth 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!"** The 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. Lucilia Riovas **"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. Shortly 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.</s>

<|message|>Cynn Ellime **Locas Jule** Locas was the first to awake. Of course, he couldn't have known this, as there was a curtain separating him from the rest of the infirmary. However, that didn't make it less true that he had, indeed, woken up before Cynn. He was on the side of the room that had the exit, and Locas assumed that this denoted a marked increase in moving space. This assumption was partially confirmed when a glimpse of movement revealed the presence of an elf woman a several feet across the room. She was tall and muscular, with three scars on her cheek and hair that flowed quite a ways down her back. For someone such as Jule, who'd just awoken from a blackout that he was sure would have ended in death, she was more than a welcome sight. For some unknown reason, he felt the need to express this observation to the girl herself. "Did I die," asked the human student. The girl looked at him and Locas smiled. "I must have, because I'm looking at the closest thing to an angel that I've ever seen." He knew what would happen next. He saw the anger show in her face, and saw the consequential attempt to hide just how much anger was actually there. The girl stood up and began walking toward him, and Locas propped himself up in the infirmary bed. As he turned back to her, he was greeted with a fist rapidly approaching his face, which he immediately deflected with the aid of his Blood. This action was accompanied by a sharp pain, which reminded him of his injuries. Still, he refused to wince, as doing so would simply result in this girl looking at him as a waste of time and knocking him right back out. The punch landed in the pillow next to Locas's head, and the elf was pulled off her feet by the force of her own fist. She fell onto Locas, who caught her gently. As they locked eyes, he couldn't help but noticed that the eyes looked incredibly familiar. He had a sudden image of a girl in armor, sparring with him on a hill, followed by an image of the same girl, dead in a tent. "You have beautiful eyes," he said, softly. The elf blushed for a moment before slapping him, inadvertently snapping him back to reality. He smiled kindly and prepared himself for whatever would come next as the elf stood up. **Cynn Ellime** The infirmary was almost empty by the time Cynn awoke. She opened her eyes slowly, finding it strenuous to do so. In front of her sat a tall, elegant looking girl with dark hair and worried eyes. It took her a moment to realize that this was her roommate, Annabeth. A smile spread across Cynn's face. "Hey," she whispered, not out of grogginess but out of a physical inability to speak any louder. "What happened?" The human girl explained that she'd been cut in the throat, and the memories came rushing back to her. She reached up and touched her neck instinctively, finding a cloth bandage and a small amount of pain. She winced, but quickly regained her smile, noticing that the expression on Annabeth's face changed to match that which was on hers. This girl who barely knew her went so far out of her way to make sure she was alright? It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for the wood elf, and she couldn't stop smiling. Of course, it was also a good thing that the girl was very physically attractive. Feeling that she should say something more, Cynn reached out and placed a hand on Annabeth's. The human blushed slightly, and Cynn let out a small chuckle. "You're..." she began, thinking hard about what she should say. "You're like...my knight. Thanks...for saving me and all...a-and for staying to make sure I was alright." She gave the human the warmest smile she had. "It means a lot to me." She squeezed Annabeth's hand before moving her own hand back to her side.</s>

<|description|>Cynn Ellime UserName: Crossark Age: 19 Mageblood type: Natura Favoured Magic Class: Geomancy, with some barely-tapped potential in Herbamancy. Previous Magic training: Some shared learning by her friends, but nothing official. Race: Forest Elf Appearance: Is fairly tall, standing at 6 feet. Has brilliant white hair that she prefers to keep short, in a sort of thick pixie cut. (By the way, this might seem pointless, but her cup size is 36B. Trust me, it will help.) Has a very fair face. Short Bio: Cynn was raised as the daughter of an important family in her tribe. She had no siblings, but her parents were the wealthy owners of a major technology organization. From an early age, her parents noticed her potential as a trophy, and brought her to every business party, corporate meeting, and publicity stunt that they scheduled. When they learned about her magical ability, she suddenly became not only a trophy, but a parlor trick, as well. She was never good with people, and talking to strangers wore her out. The only escape she could find was in her private tutoring times and fencing practice. However, other than in those two safe areas, she never felt in place, and always felt used. Luckily, at the business events, she could often escape to a quiet place to work on her trinkets or read, but she was not so lucky when it was a simple family matter. Her father turned a blind eye to her, which hurt Cynn, but it was her mother who caused the real problem. It was her mother who would find her and harass her about not being social whenever she would disappear. It was her mother who, when she noticed that Cynn's tutors were assisting her in avoiding the situations, fired every one of them and got new ones who weren't permitted to leave the family home. It was her mother who blamed Cynn for any mishap the company was undergoing, and insisted that she still loved her daughter. And, alas, it was her mother who sought out Cynn in the courtyard at a particularly lengthy holiday party, when Cynn was just 14. "Honey, I have someone I want you to meet," she said, sitting down next to her daughter. "The Happs's son made a comment earlier on your beauty. He's a few years older than you, but I think you two could get along well. You just need to come out of your shell a bit." Cynn couldn't remember this Happ family, much less their son. Frankly, she didn't want to talk to them. She was worn out already. And she didn't feel beautiful. She haited how her mother forced her to keep her hair long, and wear froofy dresses. "I don't want to meet him," Cynn whispered under her breath, not looking at her mother. "I don't...I don't want to meet anyone else... I'm too tired for this." At this, Cynn's mother's face darkened. "Cynn Ellime," she said, her voice returning to her normal, angry tone. "You will go in and meet that boy." Cynn stood up, facing her mother. "I said I don't want to, mother. Just this once, I ask you to take my needs into account, or else your little business trophy is going to wind up getting tarnished." It felt good to be on a topic she'd had enough time to think about. Ranting was a relief. "I want to do what makes me comfortable, and that isn't going from party to party, meeting to meeting, smiling at people I don't know and don't care about, making conversation that doesn't progress at all. I'm a living being, and it's time I get the respect I deser-" A sharp pain spread across her left cheek. Her mother's hand retreated back to her side. "That is no way to speak to your mother, young lady." She stepped closer to Cynn, invading the small amount of space Cynn had left. "I have done everything for you to give you a good life. I have given you books, tutors, everything an heir to a business needs. So, when I tell you to do something, you do it! No back talk! You owe me the respect any mother deserves! YOU ARE NOT EXPERIENCED ENOUGH, SMART ENOUGH, OR SOCIAL ENOUGH TO DO ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? I KNOW HOW THIS WORLD WORKS, AND YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME-HE-WHOA!" Cynn's crouched, balled up figure was surrounded by the gravel from the courtyard path. Her mother now lay on her back, the part of the path she'd been standing on moments earlier now hovering as chunks of earth in front of her trembling form. Cynn screamed, hands over her ears, to get the self-doubt and sadness out of her head. Unfortunately, she wasn't prepared for the gravel projectiles that resulted from this, battering her mother and leaving her unconscious, but alive. She ran away, sobbing, wondering how one person could be so illogical and hurtful. The first thing she did was cut her hair. Quickly, she found a new family, a close circle of friends that stuck together. That had lasted two years. Slowly, though, Cynn's inability to phrase things properly caused divides, and she eventually left them to save them the trouble. She wandered about, selling books for three more years, She learned how to act like a salesman, as much as she despised doing so, to get by. However, she caught rumors of a college for mages, and she set out to find her way to it. Good Attributes: Cynn is a major reader. She has a very logical outlook on the world, and can understand technologies easily. She also has a very inventive mind, and will come up with her way of solving issues, despite the possibility that the solution might already exist. She understands strategy. Bad Attributes: She is such an immense introvert that not only is it difficult for her to accurately connect to people in the first place due to her need to think her sentences out so far in advance, but she probably won't stop stuttering for a good while after she actually does connect with someone. She also has some trouble with keeping her mind in reality, her imagination having a tendency to run wild at random. Secret Word: Re-fucking-birth, baby! P.S.: Her butt is was a magician, but became known as half of a slowly rotting lemon.</s> <|message|>Cynn Ellime **Cynn Ellime** Soon 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. Soon 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.</s> <|message|>Leith Calder 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. A 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.* Leith 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.</s> <|message|>Meirin Kurenai or just Mei 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?"**</s> <|message|>Annabeth Gulch Annabeth Gulch Annabeth 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.</s> <|message|>Greyson 'Grey' Onyx **Grey Onyx** *THUD* **"Hugh! T-the hells your -Ach- problem? D-d-don't you, know -Urk- who I am?!"** Grey 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.* **"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. With 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."**</s>

<|message|>Cynn Ellime That 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. "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. *Alright, when this is over,*she thought.*I'm going to get a lighter bed frame* As 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.</s>

<|description|>Cynn Ellime UserName: Crossark Age: 19 Mageblood type: Natura Favoured Magic Class: Geomancy, with some barely-tapped potential in Herbamancy. Previous Magic training: Some shared learning by her friends, but nothing official. Race: Forest Elf Appearance: Is fairly tall, standing at 6 feet. Has brilliant white hair that she prefers to keep short, in a sort of thick pixie cut. (By the way, this might seem pointless, but her cup size is 36B. Trust me, it will help.) Has a very fair face. Short Bio: Cynn was raised as the daughter of an important family in her tribe. She had no siblings, but her parents were the wealthy owners of a major technology organization. From an early age, her parents noticed her potential as a trophy, and brought her to every business party, corporate meeting, and publicity stunt that they scheduled. When they learned about her magical ability, she suddenly became not only a trophy, but a parlor trick, as well. She was never good with people, and talking to strangers wore her out. The only escape she could find was in her private tutoring times and fencing practice. However, other than in those two safe areas, she never felt in place, and always felt used. Luckily, at the business events, she could often escape to a quiet place to work on her trinkets or read, but she was not so lucky when it was a simple family matter. Her father turned a blind eye to her, which hurt Cynn, but it was her mother who caused the real problem. It was her mother who would find her and harass her about not being social whenever she would disappear. It was her mother who, when she noticed that Cynn's tutors were assisting her in avoiding the situations, fired every one of them and got new ones who weren't permitted to leave the family home. It was her mother who blamed Cynn for any mishap the company was undergoing, and insisted that she still loved her daughter. And, alas, it was her mother who sought out Cynn in the courtyard at a particularly lengthy holiday party, when Cynn was just 14. "Honey, I have someone I want you to meet," she said, sitting down next to her daughter. "The Happs's son made a comment earlier on your beauty. He's a few years older than you, but I think you two could get along well. You just need to come out of your shell a bit." Cynn couldn't remember this Happ family, much less their son. Frankly, she didn't want to talk to them. She was worn out already. And she didn't feel beautiful. She haited how her mother forced her to keep her hair long, and wear froofy dresses. "I don't want to meet him," Cynn whispered under her breath, not looking at her mother. "I don't...I don't want to meet anyone else... I'm too tired for this." At this, Cynn's mother's face darkened. "Cynn Ellime," she said, her voice returning to her normal, angry tone. "You will go in and meet that boy." Cynn stood up, facing her mother. "I said I don't want to, mother. Just this once, I ask you to take my needs into account, or else your little business trophy is going to wind up getting tarnished." It felt good to be on a topic she'd had enough time to think about. Ranting was a relief. "I want to do what makes me comfortable, and that isn't going from party to party, meeting to meeting, smiling at people I don't know and don't care about, making conversation that doesn't progress at all. I'm a living being, and it's time I get the respect I deser-" A sharp pain spread across her left cheek. Her mother's hand retreated back to her side. "That is no way to speak to your mother, young lady." She stepped closer to Cynn, invading the small amount of space Cynn had left. "I have done everything for you to give you a good life. I have given you books, tutors, everything an heir to a business needs. So, when I tell you to do something, you do it! No back talk! You owe me the respect any mother deserves! YOU ARE NOT EXPERIENCED ENOUGH, SMART ENOUGH, OR SOCIAL ENOUGH TO DO ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? I KNOW HOW THIS WORLD WORKS, AND YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME-HE-WHOA!" Cynn's crouched, balled up figure was surrounded by the gravel from the courtyard path. Her mother now lay on her back, the part of the path she'd been standing on moments earlier now hovering as chunks of earth in front of her trembling form. Cynn screamed, hands over her ears, to get the self-doubt and sadness out of her head. Unfortunately, she wasn't prepared for the gravel projectiles that resulted from this, battering her mother and leaving her unconscious, but alive. She ran away, sobbing, wondering how one person could be so illogical and hurtful. The first thing she did was cut her hair. Quickly, she found a new family, a close circle of friends that stuck together. That had lasted two years. Slowly, though, Cynn's inability to phrase things properly caused divides, and she eventually left them to save them the trouble. She wandered about, selling books for three more years, She learned how to act like a salesman, as much as she despised doing so, to get by. However, she caught rumors of a college for mages, and she set out to find her way to it. Good Attributes: Cynn is a major reader. She has a very logical outlook on the world, and can understand technologies easily. She also has a very inventive mind, and will come up with her way of solving issues, despite the possibility that the solution might already exist. She understands strategy. Bad Attributes: She is such an immense introvert that not only is it difficult for her to accurately connect to people in the first place due to her need to think her sentences out so far in advance, but she probably won't stop stuttering for a good while after she actually does connect with someone. She also has some trouble with keeping her mind in reality, her imagination having a tendency to run wild at random. Secret Word: Re-fucking-birth, baby! P.S.: Her butt is was a magician, but became known as half of a slowly rotting lemon.</s> <|message|>Cynn Ellime **Cynn Ellime** That 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. "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. *Alright, when this is over,*she thought.*I'm going to get a lighter bed frame* As 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.</s> <|message|>Annabeth Gulch Annabeth Gulch So 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..."** It 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."**</s> <|message|>Leith Calder 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." He 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. He 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. "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.</s>

<|message|>Cynn Ellime When Annabeth threw a blanket over her, Cynn remembered how hot she'd felt in the room earlier when she'd mistaken her open door for an open window. Deciding that now would be a good time to show her roommate how the windows opened, she stood up, disregarding the blanket in favor of mobility. She felt the company present move their gazes away in unison, which kind of annoyed her, as she wasn't in any revealing underwear. Quickly making her way to the panes of glass at the back of the room, she flipped the latch on the bottom of the frame and pushed out. The cool evening breeze hit Cynn, and she instantly felt refreshed. Moving the two rods on either side of the windows into place, the window sat still, now at a 25 degree angle from the wall. Going back over to her bed, she fell onto the mattress and looked at Annabeth. She wanted to believe that the girl was impressed by her modification to the windows, but she couldn't tell. Leith still stood, a fact that Cynn refused to accept. "Leith, you...you can take a seat...if you'd l-like," she said, turning her gaze back to Annabeth. How would she go about doing this? "Uh...I...I w-would l-like some f-food...yes... Um...what...uh, how...how was your day? Y-Y'know...after..." The white-haired elf's voice trailed off, but she didn't mind. Her attire was already making the human blush, and she could tell the girl was trying her best not to look too long at her assets. It was flattering, and something of a victory for Cynn. For some reason, she didn't feel uncomfortable like this with Annabeth around. Maybe it was because of her history of helping the elf in times of need, or maybe it was her air of safety, but she could sit like this for hours and not even care, as long as the human was there. Remembering that Annabeth could read her mind, Cynn blushed, hoping she hadn't picked that time to listen in on the elf's thoughts.</s>

<|description|>Cynn Ellime UserName: Crossark Age: 19 Mageblood type: Natura Favoured Magic Class: Geomancy, with some barely-tapped potential in Herbamancy. Previous Magic training: Some shared learning by her friends, but nothing official. Race: Forest Elf Appearance: Is fairly tall, standing at 6 feet. Has brilliant white hair that she prefers to keep short, in a sort of thick pixie cut. (By the way, this might seem pointless, but her cup size is 36B. Trust me, it will help.) Has a very fair face. Short Bio: Cynn was raised as the daughter of an important family in her tribe. She had no siblings, but her parents were the wealthy owners of a major technology organization. From an early age, her parents noticed her potential as a trophy, and brought her to every business party, corporate meeting, and publicity stunt that they scheduled. When they learned about her magical ability, she suddenly became not only a trophy, but a parlor trick, as well. She was never good with people, and talking to strangers wore her out. The only escape she could find was in her private tutoring times and fencing practice. However, other than in those two safe areas, she never felt in place, and always felt used. Luckily, at the business events, she could often escape to a quiet place to work on her trinkets or read, but she was not so lucky when it was a simple family matter. Her father turned a blind eye to her, which hurt Cynn, but it was her mother who caused the real problem. It was her mother who would find her and harass her about not being social whenever she would disappear. It was her mother who, when she noticed that Cynn's tutors were assisting her in avoiding the situations, fired every one of them and got new ones who weren't permitted to leave the family home. It was her mother who blamed Cynn for any mishap the company was undergoing, and insisted that she still loved her daughter. And, alas, it was her mother who sought out Cynn in the courtyard at a particularly lengthy holiday party, when Cynn was just 14. "Honey, I have someone I want you to meet," she said, sitting down next to her daughter. "The Happs's son made a comment earlier on your beauty. He's a few years older than you, but I think you two could get along well. You just need to come out of your shell a bit." Cynn couldn't remember this Happ family, much less their son. Frankly, she didn't want to talk to them. She was worn out already. And she didn't feel beautiful. She haited how her mother forced her to keep her hair long, and wear froofy dresses. "I don't want to meet him," Cynn whispered under her breath, not looking at her mother. "I don't...I don't want to meet anyone else... I'm too tired for this." At this, Cynn's mother's face darkened. "Cynn Ellime," she said, her voice returning to her normal, angry tone. "You will go in and meet that boy." Cynn stood up, facing her mother. "I said I don't want to, mother. Just this once, I ask you to take my needs into account, or else your little business trophy is going to wind up getting tarnished." It felt good to be on a topic she'd had enough time to think about. Ranting was a relief. "I want to do what makes me comfortable, and that isn't going from party to party, meeting to meeting, smiling at people I don't know and don't care about, making conversation that doesn't progress at all. I'm a living being, and it's time I get the respect I deser-" A sharp pain spread across her left cheek. Her mother's hand retreated back to her side. "That is no way to speak to your mother, young lady." She stepped closer to Cynn, invading the small amount of space Cynn had left. "I have done everything for you to give you a good life. I have given you books, tutors, everything an heir to a business needs. So, when I tell you to do something, you do it! No back talk! You owe me the respect any mother deserves! YOU ARE NOT EXPERIENCED ENOUGH, SMART ENOUGH, OR SOCIAL ENOUGH TO DO ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? I KNOW HOW THIS WORLD WORKS, AND YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME-HE-WHOA!" Cynn's crouched, balled up figure was surrounded by the gravel from the courtyard path. Her mother now lay on her back, the part of the path she'd been standing on moments earlier now hovering as chunks of earth in front of her trembling form. Cynn screamed, hands over her ears, to get the self-doubt and sadness out of her head. Unfortunately, she wasn't prepared for the gravel projectiles that resulted from this, battering her mother and leaving her unconscious, but alive. She ran away, sobbing, wondering how one person could be so illogical and hurtful. The first thing she did was cut her hair. Quickly, she found a new family, a close circle of friends that stuck together. That had lasted two years. Slowly, though, Cynn's inability to phrase things properly caused divides, and she eventually left them to save them the trouble. She wandered about, selling books for three more years, She learned how to act like a salesman, as much as she despised doing so, to get by. However, she caught rumors of a college for mages, and she set out to find her way to it. Good Attributes: Cynn is a major reader. She has a very logical outlook on the world, and can understand technologies easily. She also has a very inventive mind, and will come up with her way of solving issues, despite the possibility that the solution might already exist. She understands strategy. Bad Attributes: She is such an immense introvert that not only is it difficult for her to accurately connect to people in the first place due to her need to think her sentences out so far in advance, but she probably won't stop stuttering for a good while after she actually does connect with someone. She also has some trouble with keeping her mind in reality, her imagination having a tendency to run wild at random. Secret Word: Re-fucking-birth, baby! P.S.: Her butt is was a magician, but became known as half of a slowly rotting lemon.</s> <|message|>Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title) **_Caravan Escort_** The 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. The 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." **_Tyrael Marchosias_** Tyrael 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.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Most 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. "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.</s> <|message|>Alaira Taenn **_Alaira Taenn_** Alaira 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...</s> <|message|>Darius Jura 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. However 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. "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.</s>

<|message|>Cynn Ellime Pitch's question caught Cynn off-guard, making her reel back in her chair. Her hand had started to go up to cover the scar on her neck when she heard a deep, Orcish voice. She turned to see Tyrael, who was asking Pitch and herself to help him with something. Well, "asking" wasn't the right term for it; it was more of a polite command. "Oh! H-hi, Mister T-Tyrael," she stammered out in her usual quiet voice. "I can help, I th-think... But...I mean, it...might be sort of...slow, I guess? I'm still r-recovering from my...uh...my coma..." That word didn't come out easily, but she couldn't just hint at it. She doubted such an important College official really knew much about her former condition.</s>

<|description|>Darius Jura UserName: Konan375 Age: 32 Mageblood type: Clima Favoured Magic Aeromancy Previous Magic training: Has no clue he has mageblood. Race: Yarosmerian Standing at 6'5", Darius is a large man with broad shoulders. His dark skin is marred by many scars from battles he has had. The largest being a scar that extends from his right shoulder down to his left hip. He has a broad nose that has been noticeably broken and left unprepared several times. His eyes are brown, and he has short black hair. Short Bio: Darius was born in Porti, the Market centre of Shanna. He had a normal childhood, playing with friends in the streets. When he was old enough, he joined the army. He started out as a grunt, which he loathed to no extent. Being told what to do was something that Darius did not like at all, and it had caused some fights when he didn't like what he was being told to do. Quickly, though, his fights were quickly quelled by his superiors. The Shannian army had some rather harsh punishments for violent behaviour against other fellow soldiers. While it did stop Darius from fighting, it didn't stop him from hating being told what to do in the way his superiors did. Years passed, and Darius moved up in the ranks, despite his earlier fights against the people that told him what to do. He earned some extra money in some pit fights when times were slow. Had had won some battles, and lost some, and he had gained a multitude of scars from his battles. He had made friends and enemies. One day, he was picked as part of the group that would go up to a mage college that he had never heard of and protect the people that represented Shanna. Good Attributes: Strong, proficient sword fighter and hand-to-hand combatant. If anything, Darius is a good soldier, and he works well with others if he has to, and if he needs to, he can lead people quite well. He's patient when teaching others about sword fighting and hand-to-hand fighting. Bad Attributes: Arrogant, bigoted, and loud. He has a short temper, and he hates being talked down to. If he doesn't have to work with someone out of necessity, he won't. Respect is a hard thing to get from Darius, and very few people have earned it. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Meirin Kurenai or just Mei 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. Once 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. The 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. Looking 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?" "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." Tilting her head in curiosity Meirin tried to get more information out of the guard. "That sounds bad. But what do you mean exactly?" "You know, sometimes we're playing city guard, sometimes they send us to bumblefuck nowhere like here. It's real tedious, I tell you." "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?" "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." Meirin 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. *"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."* Though 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.</s> <|message|>Alaira Taenn **Alaira Taenn** Alaira 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. However, 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... Individually, 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- Wait. 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. She 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!"**</s>

<|message|>Darius Jura Darius was stupefied as he watched Alaira hop off the wagon and approach the guards. He reached an arm out to stop her, but he stopped when he caught sight of that creepy bear toy staring at him. Before he knew it, one of the guards was on the ground and the half-elf had a boot to his neck. Why? Why would she do that with no information at all? He was about to march over to Alaira and rip her off of the guard she was interrogating when an idea occurred to him. He could use her scene as a distraction and search for that gods-awful smell. As he made his way closer towards the bridge, the smell got stronger. It was almost overwhelming. Readying himself for what he'd find, he looked over the edge, and he nearly gagged. He had been expecting bodies or something of the like, not human waste. Something was definitely not right with this toll bridge. No one with a healthy mind would work in these conditions. Darius walked back to the wagon, shaking his head in disgust and his hand on his sword. He was ready to push Alaira off the man if on the slight chance that there was nothing wrong. This was going to be a long job.</s>

<|description|>Darius Jura UserName: Konan375 Age: 32 Mageblood type: Clima Favoured Magic Aeromancy Previous Magic training: Has no clue he has mageblood. Race: Yarosmerian Standing at 6'5", Darius is a large man with broad shoulders. His dark skin is marred by many scars from battles he has had. The largest being a scar that extends from his right shoulder down to his left hip. He has a broad nose that has been noticeably broken and left unprepared several times. His eyes are brown, and he has short black hair. Short Bio: Darius was born in Porti, the Market centre of Shanna. He had a normal childhood, playing with friends in the streets. When he was old enough, he joined the army. He started out as a grunt, which he loathed to no extent. Being told what to do was something that Darius did not like at all, and it had caused some fights when he didn't like what he was being told to do. Quickly, though, his fights were quickly quelled by his superiors. The Shannian army had some rather harsh punishments for violent behaviour against other fellow soldiers. While it did stop Darius from fighting, it didn't stop him from hating being told what to do in the way his superiors did. Years passed, and Darius moved up in the ranks, despite his earlier fights against the people that told him what to do. He earned some extra money in some pit fights when times were slow. Had had won some battles, and lost some, and he had gained a multitude of scars from his battles. He had made friends and enemies. One day, he was picked as part of the group that would go up to a mage college that he had never heard of and protect the people that represented Shanna. Good Attributes: Strong, proficient sword fighter and hand-to-hand combatant. If anything, Darius is a good soldier, and he works well with others if he has to, and if he needs to, he can lead people quite well. He's patient when teaching others about sword fighting and hand-to-hand fighting. Bad Attributes: Arrogant, bigoted, and loud. He has a short temper, and he hates being talked down to. If he doesn't have to work with someone out of necessity, he won't. Respect is a hard thing to get from Darius, and very few people have earned it. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Just 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." Ssarak 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. Ssarak 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."</s> <|message|>Lyn Marik _Lyn _ After 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. Her 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. She had to get out. Lyn 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.</s> <|message|>Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title) **_Caravan Escort_** The 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. The 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." **_Tyrael Marchosias_** Tyrael 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.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Most 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. "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.</s> <|message|>Alaira Taenn **_Alaira Taenn_** Alaira 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...</s>

<|message|>Darius Jura 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. However 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. "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.</s>

<|description|>Darius Jura UserName: Konan375 Age: 32 Mageblood type: Clima Favoured Magic Aeromancy Previous Magic training: Has no clue he has mageblood. Race: Yarosmerian Standing at 6'5", Darius is a large man with broad shoulders. His dark skin is marred by many scars from battles he has had. The largest being a scar that extends from his right shoulder down to his left hip. He has a broad nose that has been noticeably broken and left unprepared several times. His eyes are brown, and he has short black hair. Short Bio: Darius was born in Porti, the Market centre of Shanna. He had a normal childhood, playing with friends in the streets. When he was old enough, he joined the army. He started out as a grunt, which he loathed to no extent. Being told what to do was something that Darius did not like at all, and it had caused some fights when he didn't like what he was being told to do. Quickly, though, his fights were quickly quelled by his superiors. The Shannian army had some rather harsh punishments for violent behaviour against other fellow soldiers. While it did stop Darius from fighting, it didn't stop him from hating being told what to do in the way his superiors did. Years passed, and Darius moved up in the ranks, despite his earlier fights against the people that told him what to do. He earned some extra money in some pit fights when times were slow. Had had won some battles, and lost some, and he had gained a multitude of scars from his battles. He had made friends and enemies. One day, he was picked as part of the group that would go up to a mage college that he had never heard of and protect the people that represented Shanna. Good Attributes: Strong, proficient sword fighter and hand-to-hand combatant. If anything, Darius is a good soldier, and he works well with others if he has to, and if he needs to, he can lead people quite well. He's patient when teaching others about sword fighting and hand-to-hand fighting. Bad Attributes: Arrogant, bigoted, and loud. He has a short temper, and he hates being talked down to. If he doesn't have to work with someone out of necessity, he won't. Respect is a hard thing to get from Darius, and very few people have earned it. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- As 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. The 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. _"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. The 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. With 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.</s> <|message|>Alaira Taenn Alaira Taenn Seconds 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...</s> <|message|>"Scarred hand", "Midnight", Baulder Baulder Baulder 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. They 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. Baulder 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.</s>

<|message|>Darius Jura Darius looked at the robed man as he denied being a Psychomancer and insisted that he was a Demonmancer. Whatever kind of magic the man had, he was a mage, and made him a priority target. Ssarak seemed certain that the man was a Psychomancer, and the dragon man had no reason to lie, so Darius believed him. The remaining guardsmen attacked as soon as the mage stopped speaking. Darius was ready. As soon as he saw movement from the guards he started running for the robed man. As he dodged the knife that was thrown at him, he heard something screech from his right side. He chanced a look and saw that a demon had appeared from out of nowhere and it was heading for him. He stopped his charge and rolled out of the way of the creature's attack. He gritted his teeth in anger as he watched the demon and the guardsman. These two were preventing him from getting to the mage. Focusing his anger, he created a ball of air in his hand. He waited for the demon to attack before he threw the condensed ball of air into the ground in front of the guard. The ball of air blew up and sent dirt and debris into the air. The moment the ball detonated, Darius dodged the demon's attack and ran at the guard he potentially temporarily blinded and thew a vicious punch at the man.</s>

<|description|>Darius Jura UserName: Konan375 Age: 32 Mageblood type: Clima Favoured Magic Aeromancy Previous Magic training: Has no clue he has mageblood. Race: Yarosmerian Standing at 6'5", Darius is a large man with broad shoulders. His dark skin is marred by many scars from battles he has had. The largest being a scar that extends from his right shoulder down to his left hip. He has a broad nose that has been noticeably broken and left unprepared several times. His eyes are brown, and he has short black hair. Short Bio: Darius was born in Porti, the Market centre of Shanna. He had a normal childhood, playing with friends in the streets. When he was old enough, he joined the army. He started out as a grunt, which he loathed to no extent. Being told what to do was something that Darius did not like at all, and it had caused some fights when he didn't like what he was being told to do. Quickly, though, his fights were quickly quelled by his superiors. The Shannian army had some rather harsh punishments for violent behaviour against other fellow soldiers. While it did stop Darius from fighting, it didn't stop him from hating being told what to do in the way his superiors did. Years passed, and Darius moved up in the ranks, despite his earlier fights against the people that told him what to do. He earned some extra money in some pit fights when times were slow. Had had won some battles, and lost some, and he had gained a multitude of scars from his battles. He had made friends and enemies. One day, he was picked as part of the group that would go up to a mage college that he had never heard of and protect the people that represented Shanna. Good Attributes: Strong, proficient sword fighter and hand-to-hand combatant. If anything, Darius is a good soldier, and he works well with others if he has to, and if he needs to, he can lead people quite well. He's patient when teaching others about sword fighting and hand-to-hand fighting. Bad Attributes: Arrogant, bigoted, and loud. He has a short temper, and he hates being talked down to. If he doesn't have to work with someone out of necessity, he won't. Respect is a hard thing to get from Darius, and very few people have earned it. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Khan Avrea Jevarath Lyn While 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. Instantly, 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. "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. When 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. If 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. Khan Khan 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. 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. "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. Inside 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. Any farther thoughts were interrupted by Rathel's warning. Khan… the vines, someone's in your office! "Shit!" Khan uttered abruptly, partly out loud and under his breath. Without 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. "Rathel!" In 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. Slowly, 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. "I told you, Khan. This shouldn't have happened..."</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- That was not supposed to happen. Ssarak 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. Though 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." In 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.</s>

<|message|>Darius Jura Darius grunted in surprise when the guard not only took his punch head on, but when he also grabbed ahold of his arm and locked it in place. Once the guard started swinging his club, Darius knew that he was going to get hit by it. At least he could prevent his arm from getting broken. When the club was close enough, Darius pulled himself closer to the man. Pain flared up his shoulder as the club struck it. It was nowhere near as bad as it could have been. He grinned at the guard. "My turn." Darius grabbed the man and pulled him backwards to knock him of balance. Then he pushed forward and, using some enhanced strength, picked the man up, took three quick steps forward and slammed the man into the ground. He kneeled on the man's neck. Not enough to choke him, but enough to possibly pacify him. "This is not a battlefield, and we are not from two different armies, so I am offering you a choice; Yield. If you do not, then I will make it quick." The hairs on the back of his neck alerted him of someone behind him. He turned his head around to see the pale guard that had attacked Meirin approaching him. He started to draw his sword, but he paused when Alaira passed through the pale man's shoulder in a run towards the Psychomancer. He also noticed another pale gaurd writhing on the ground with that stuffed bear attached to his face. The one approaching him must have been a mind trick the Psychomancer made. Darius turned back to the guard on the ground and awaited the man's answer.</s>

<|description|>Darius Jura UserName: Konan375 Age: 32 Mageblood type: Clima Favoured Magic Aeromancy Previous Magic training: Has no clue he has mageblood. Race: Yarosmerian Standing at 6'5", Darius is a large man with broad shoulders. His dark skin is marred by many scars from battles he has had. The largest being a scar that extends from his right shoulder down to his left hip. He has a broad nose that has been noticeably broken and left unprepared several times. His eyes are brown, and he has short black hair. Short Bio: Darius was born in Porti, the Market centre of Shanna. He had a normal childhood, playing with friends in the streets. When he was old enough, he joined the army. He started out as a grunt, which he loathed to no extent. Being told what to do was something that Darius did not like at all, and it had caused some fights when he didn't like what he was being told to do. Quickly, though, his fights were quickly quelled by his superiors. The Shannian army had some rather harsh punishments for violent behaviour against other fellow soldiers. While it did stop Darius from fighting, it didn't stop him from hating being told what to do in the way his superiors did. Years passed, and Darius moved up in the ranks, despite his earlier fights against the people that told him what to do. He earned some extra money in some pit fights when times were slow. Had had won some battles, and lost some, and he had gained a multitude of scars from his battles. He had made friends and enemies. One day, he was picked as part of the group that would go up to a mage college that he had never heard of and protect the people that represented Shanna. Good Attributes: Strong, proficient sword fighter and hand-to-hand combatant. If anything, Darius is a good soldier, and he works well with others if he has to, and if he needs to, he can lead people quite well. He's patient when teaching others about sword fighting and hand-to-hand fighting. Bad Attributes: Arrogant, bigoted, and loud. He has a short temper, and he hates being talked down to. If he doesn't have to work with someone out of necessity, he won't. Respect is a hard thing to get from Darius, and very few people have earned it. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Alaira Taenn 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: Trophies. Yes, 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. She 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.</s> <|message|>Althalus Marik Magehunters The 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. "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. Things 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.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak 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." He 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." With 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. As 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. Ssarak 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."</s> <|message|>Leith Calder 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?" --- Leith 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. The 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. Leith'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.</s> <|message|>Alaira Taenn Alaira Taenn Alaira 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. Grey Onyx Grey 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... He 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?..."</s>

<|message|>Darius Jura Darius seethed at the way that the half-elf spoke to him. Small pops could be heard as motes of air were created and destroyed around him. Slowly, he picked up the torch and fought the urge to hit Alaira upside the head with it. The mission was almost over, Darius thought to himself. It wouldn't be worth it to kill each other. As he relatively calmed himself down, the popping stopped. He made his way towards the cave, walking past the firepit as he did so. He dragged the torch along dying embers, lighting the torch. During his search of the cave, Darius found several items that the Caravan Master could profit from. Once the cursory search was over, he kicked the locked door down an searched the room, taking note of the more valuable items. Once that was done, he started moving everything they could take out of the cave. Hopefully, he'd be done by the time everyone got back.</s>

<|description|>Darius Jura UserName: Konan375 Age: 32 Mageblood type: Clima Favoured Magic Aeromancy Previous Magic training: Has no clue he has mageblood. Race: Yarosmerian Standing at 6'5", Darius is a large man with broad shoulders. His dark skin is marred by many scars from battles he has had. The largest being a scar that extends from his right shoulder down to his left hip. He has a broad nose that has been noticeably broken and left unprepared several times. His eyes are brown, and he has short black hair. Short Bio: Darius was born in Porti, the Market centre of Shanna. He had a normal childhood, playing with friends in the streets. When he was old enough, he joined the army. He started out as a grunt, which he loathed to no extent. Being told what to do was something that Darius did not like at all, and it had caused some fights when he didn't like what he was being told to do. Quickly, though, his fights were quickly quelled by his superiors. The Shannian army had some rather harsh punishments for violent behaviour against other fellow soldiers. While it did stop Darius from fighting, it didn't stop him from hating being told what to do in the way his superiors did. Years passed, and Darius moved up in the ranks, despite his earlier fights against the people that told him what to do. He earned some extra money in some pit fights when times were slow. Had had won some battles, and lost some, and he had gained a multitude of scars from his battles. He had made friends and enemies. One day, he was picked as part of the group that would go up to a mage college that he had never heard of and protect the people that represented Shanna. Good Attributes: Strong, proficient sword fighter and hand-to-hand combatant. If anything, Darius is a good soldier, and he works well with others if he has to, and if he needs to, he can lead people quite well. He's patient when teaching others about sword fighting and hand-to-hand fighting. Bad Attributes: Arrogant, bigoted, and loud. He has a short temper, and he hates being talked down to. If he doesn't have to work with someone out of necessity, he won't. Respect is a hard thing to get from Darius, and very few people have earned it. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Leith Calder Leith Calder Leith 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. The 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. Taking 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. A heartbeat. Quietly, 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- Leith tripped. He 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.</s> <|message|>Veretu Olend Veretu & Salem --- Veretu 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. As 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. Salem 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. Veretu 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.</s> <|message|>The Cander Village --- Elise 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. Elise 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. Elise'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. She 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.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Having 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. It 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. Ssarak 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.</s> <|message|>Aramir Ryk(generally does not give her last name) Sansar, Yarosmere The 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." The 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. "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. The 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!" The King's eyes were cold and merciless. "Flee. I will not give you this chance again."</s>

<|message|>Darius Jura Darius watched silently as the situation in front of him unfolded. He stood up once the king had. He grimaced as the snow elf repeatedly mentioned the stone. Maybe it was because he had become desensitized to death and wasn't shocked by what happened, or maybe because he had been a part of a few negotiations that had gone south and ended in a bloodbath, but he could understand what the king was doing. A show of power to demonstrate his strength, and to show the College that he is not someone to be trifled with. Darius laid a hand on Aramir's arm as she aimed the her bow at Yolin and shook his head slightly, glancing around the room at the people slowly dying. "There is no need for that," he said calmly. Panicking here would do no good. He looked to the others and jerked his head towards the door. "Lets go. Nothing can be gained from staying here." He was ready to drag Mar out of the room if she refused to move. He gave a respectful nod to the king before he left through the doors. Once the doors were closed, Darius quickly lead the others back to the room where they waited for the feast. It was empty, but Darius doubted it would be like that for long. Once inside, he closed the doors and barricaded them. He then turned to the others. "Now would be a good time to use one of those stones."</s>

<|description|>Darius Jura UserName: Konan375 Age: 32 Mageblood type: Clima Favoured Magic Aeromancy Previous Magic training: Has no clue he has mageblood. Race: Yarosmerian Standing at 6'5", Darius is a large man with broad shoulders. His dark skin is marred by many scars from battles he has had. The largest being a scar that extends from his right shoulder down to his left hip. He has a broad nose that has been noticeably broken and left unprepared several times. His eyes are brown, and he has short black hair. Short Bio: Darius was born in Porti, the Market centre of Shanna. He had a normal childhood, playing with friends in the streets. When he was old enough, he joined the army. He started out as a grunt, which he loathed to no extent. Being told what to do was something that Darius did not like at all, and it had caused some fights when he didn't like what he was being told to do. Quickly, though, his fights were quickly quelled by his superiors. The Shannian army had some rather harsh punishments for violent behaviour against other fellow soldiers. While it did stop Darius from fighting, it didn't stop him from hating being told what to do in the way his superiors did. Years passed, and Darius moved up in the ranks, despite his earlier fights against the people that told him what to do. He earned some extra money in some pit fights when times were slow. Had had won some battles, and lost some, and he had gained a multitude of scars from his battles. He had made friends and enemies. One day, he was picked as part of the group that would go up to a mage college that he had never heard of and protect the people that represented Shanna. Good Attributes: Strong, proficient sword fighter and hand-to-hand combatant. If anything, Darius is a good soldier, and he works well with others if he has to, and if he needs to, he can lead people quite well. He's patient when teaching others about sword fighting and hand-to-hand fighting. Bad Attributes: Arrogant, bigoted, and loud. He has a short temper, and he hates being talked down to. If he doesn't have to work with someone out of necessity, he won't. Respect is a hard thing to get from Darius, and very few people have earned it. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Henri Larue 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. "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. "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. "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. Maybe, 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. "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. "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. "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. "I'm sorry... I'm very hypocritical..." He said with a smirk, as he dashed towards her with another dagger on his hand. The 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. The 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. Probably 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. Of course... He wasn't underestimating her... He was ready to dodge if she somehow was able to strike him back.</s> <|message|>Veretu Olend Veretu & Salem --- Veretu 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. Salem 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. Veretu 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. With 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.</s> <|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Nox Mission "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. Helena 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. "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?"</s> <|message|>The Cander Village --- At 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. Elise 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. Elise 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.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- If 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. However, 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. If 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. The 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.</s>

<|message|>Darius Jura Darius 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. The 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.</s>

<|description|>Arcadius UserName: Sep, cause Fallen is boring. Age: Unknown Mageblood type: Lues Favoured Magic Class: Runework Previous Magic training: Studied at the college of Aerta, Race: Originally? Human. Now, he's missing everything that makes a human human. He's just a Skeleton. Appearance: 6"1 Short Bio: Arcadius, who cannot remember his family crest. He fought in the Dark Wars, however he can't remember what side he fought for completely. He only recalls how he fought and used runic objects to bring death to other people under orders. Before the war broke out he had been a detective and he remembered more of that than he did off anything else, he remembers being trusted with information and secrets and trying to find solutions to things, and he remembers the fight and losing. He doesn't remember how he lost he just remembers the pain. Something stabbing through his chest, held by someone he knew and that was the annoying thing. He didn't even know who this person was let alone how he knew them. They had been important, and he had trusted them. That was all he remembered. The next thing he had woken up in a coffin hearing the sound of dirt being piled on top of him. Above him were strange runes which he had cursed himself for not knowing them even though they were his art. Despite this the coffin must have been bound, meaning that no magic could be used on it or inside of it which was bad for him. He tried shouting, the person on the outside either did not hear him or did not care. Searching his surroundings he found a cane, touching it had been the biggest mistake he had ever made. The power of the cane infused him with Arcanite and infused his bones with everlasting life, however sadly the power of Duuri didn't mention the life including his flesh and blood. It was excruciatingly painful for him as his flesh and organs began to burn away from him, like being dipped in acid or being burned slowly. When it passed he could see as if it was light, it was one of the bonuses of not being flesh and bone and not having actual eyes. Then began his torture, years passed. Or days, or eons. He didn't know. He just lay there. Occasionally testing out his body. He appeared to always retain his strength despite his lack of muscle or lack of activity for years at a time. What did pain him though was the fact his bones broke easily. Something he had to keep in mind with all the times he became frustrated and tried to assault the coffin, fruitlessly of course. As it was bound it could only be opened from the outside. All he had was the cane. He held it for years at a time, tapping it off the coffin as if pretending to walk, not even weathering the cane down. Though the top decoration began to form a groove in it till it have a grove that perfectly fit his right hand. Eventually, he didn't know when he was dug up. Of course no point in shouting if they even spoke the same language as him. He was moved around a lot, he didn't know why and he got quite cross at none of them for being curious enough to open the lid of the Coffin. It would have been a simple task that enslaved him. This went on, and on, and on. He merely resided himself to his torture for eternity spent in this box with himself. Good Attributes: - Keen detectives eyes. - Has no muscles - so doesn't get tired from running etc. - No lungs so does not run out of breathe from physical activities/being underwater. - Versed in Martial Arts. - Good historical knowledge. - Light does not affect his sight, he can see just as well in the dark as he can in the light. - Due to nothing present to cushion the impact even though he can't hit too hard without breaking himself he also does not need to hit as hard to cause pain. Bad Attributes: - Wise Crack, likes to talk and crack jokes that can seem an annoyance to people. - Despite his condition he still feels pain as if he had flesh. Set on fire? It'll burn etc. - Due to his extended… isolation it is likely he will have issues getting to grips with interaction again. - He can be quick to anger, and if he becomes truly angry he will enter a state where he cannot use magic and has to resort to physical violence. - He can't die by normal means(Which is a curse believe it or not). - He is hard to hide in a crowd. - He isn't very stealthy… - He isn't up to date on current history since before the war that lead to his death. - His bones are slightly weakened meaning they can be broken easier than normal. - In cold weather his bones become more brittle, meaning they break easier. - Dislocating a bone is just the equivalent of taking it off. Causing extreme pain in the process. Secret Word: Rebirth, ironic, huh? The Curse/Blessing: Basically what it did was preserve his mind and his body, however it didn't preserve his body properly. Part of the cane that resurrected him was missing, the decorative end had been replaced with something new. Whoever killed him basically didn't like him very much. Wanting to kill him but also wanting to make him suffer, binding the coffin he placed the cane inside knowing at some point he would touch it. The canes decorative jewel on the top which gave it additional power (It had enough residual power for one use after it was removed) was replaced with a new decorative top. This top had runes engraved on it(That he couldn't see and didn't have the ability to read anyway) these runes were designed to rot flesh. So at the same time the cane tried to revive him it also decayed all off his flesh. The magic bounded him together so it was as if his muscles, voice box and everything else still existed. It is why he can still feel pain. However the fact it does not exist is what gives him the whole "undead" and "dead" aspect. If you stab his heart it will hurt, however it won't actually kill him. Breaking bones are the most damaging you can go, break all of them and he'll die as he will be nothing. While the Cane was designed to bring everlasting natural life however for him it brought him back, it was also designed to make a more powerful mage by infusing the mages bone with arcanite. Naturally for Arcadius all it did was allow him to retain some magical control, rather than making him more powerful. He is a living Paradox, the more powerful magic of Duuri kept his soul alive infused within his very bones (technically) while the runes by his enemy rotted everything else away. He retains magic through the field that holds him together and also through the Arcanite in himself. If he uses to much magic he begins drawing it from the field that holds him together and is the very reason he exists and the bonds that hold everything he is starts to fall apart, and he begins to turn to dust. This dust turning into cannot be reversed, he very slowlyregrows as the magic field has to re-expand to do so. Broken bones heal at a normal rate however. If someone somehow has a way to regrow their own bones it occurs slightly faster at whatever rate they can do it but then his magic tolerance is lower as the field holding him together has to hold everything together but with less available until it manages to replenish itself through him. Of course during this time he cannot cast any magic without risking losing more of himself. He keeps the cane as a link to his former self however without the power source it cannot be used again to revive anybody and as it was the only object he had he has worn the runes from the top of the cane into a hand groove that fits his skeletal hand perfectly.</s> <|message|>Alaira Taenn Alaira Taenn When 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. Finally, 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...</s> <|message|>Colette Filiatraut Collab-Luna and Lucius A 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. Colette 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. Annabeth 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?" "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. Annabeth 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." She 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. Annabeth 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. "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." Colette 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.</s>

<|message|>Arcadius Arcadius would have shrugged if he had been able, he would have waved his hands. He would have pulled several fingers! HE would have done a variety of things the fact is that he couldn't. "I have a simple request, I am sure it is entirely within reason. I tdoes not include theft, debauchery, murder, pain or anything like that. Which is rather surprising when you think about it technically I've not slept with a woman in well over... a very long time. Though I'm not exactly sure that's entirely possible anymore." He stopped for a minute, seeming to be thinking. "I suppose you could do it to a certain degree. It'd be a bit pointy and I don't think I could get much fun out of it. Though I suppose theres a certain appeal for someone who doesn't tyre out." He stopped again. "Gives a whole new meaning to boning someone." Arcadius chuckled, shaking as he did so. "Oh what were we talking about? Oh yes. REWARDS. I want my body back, and some nice clothes. Preferably a hat. Do you have hats here in the future? Or are they out of fashion? Antiques possibly? If so I still want one. My head feels naked, though technically I'm naked all over me. Wherever the rest of me is..." "What do I have to do again?"</s>

<|description|>"Scarred hand", "Midnight", Baulder UserName: cqbexpt Age: somewhere in his 20's Mageblood type: Obiligatio Favored Magic Class: Demonomancy Previous Magic training: None that he can remember anyways Race: Rheven-ari, Shayahn Appearance: Burned in 3 clawed hand along the left side of his head, palm is centered over his eye. Has rather pale except around his face. This is due to him keeping himself covered most of the time due to his race being able to burn easily as a rule. His hair is black and stops just above his shoulders. He is as strong as most humans which makes his slim frame look rather muscular. Wears a scarf over the lower parts of his face most of the time but the rest of his clothes are generally either patchwork wraps or ropes. Though he is currently looking for new clothes. Height: 6'2" Short Bio: Baulder knows where he was born but that was only because he was told that few of his kind are born off midnight island. Though like most things he cannot remember exactly where. He has fragments of information of his home island such as sights, sounds, smells. But none of it makes any sense, to him anything before what he is now is nothing but a jumbled mess of emotions and sensory data. He assumes he was seeking knowledge of some kind as he has heard from a few other Rheven-ari that would have been the reason why he would of left. Though he assumes if he goes back there perhaps it might show him more of his past self. Baulder would never allow himself to do that though, it would kill him.....well atleast the person he was now. He has no desire to go back to being what he was whatever, it was that might be why he now fears his own sanity so. Regardless what he can actually remember begins after the incident. He remembered waking up in a forest, surrounded by gutted wolves and scorched pelts. There were a group of humans surrounding him axes clenched and bows drawn. He remembered hitting the dirt before passing out. When he awoke he found himself in a house tied to a bed with an old women standing over him. He found out that the villagers that were standing over him earlier were a hunting party that found him out in the woods near their village. They had taken him back to their village once they realized that he was suffering from blood sickness. He had been unconscious for close to a week and the mayor of the village was close to having him killed as a sacrifice to some god he can't remember. For several days after he first woke up he was still confined to the house they had placed him in continuously asking him what happened in the woods. His answer was that he didn't know, which was of course the truth. They only let him leave once they managed to get a psychomancer from the village over to come and interrogate him. He remembered the women's face as it became wide eyed and she told them that he really didn't know. The villagers told him that he owed them a debt for saving his life and at the time he wasn't sure what else he should be doing and thus agreed to pay it back with work. He assisted around the village for over a year helping build things or just being a courier for people. However this is what perhaps sparked his decent into madness. Baulder is very unsure of what it was like before his insanity began to fester but he knows that there was a time before it. However before he fully became overcome with insanity he was told the debt had been repaid, perhaps because they were just growing tired of his strangeness though. He took food and a map and was told that the next day he should head to the Twilight college. He did have blood sickness before and he guessed that it made sense for him to go somewhere that could atleast tell him what he was. The night before he left however he heard the name "Baulder" said to him louder and louder each time in a dream. When it began screaming the name at him he awoke. He decided that was what his name was, what else could it have been he thought. So with a name and a purpose he set off to the college. It took him nearly a month to figure out where he was actually going. Though he was thankful now that the villagers had brought him along on their hunting parties. They never did teach him how to properly navigate the world though. He spent many months living off the land and descending deeper into the grips of insanity as he made his way to the college. Talking to people is what held it off in the beginning but now that he was alone it was able to take it's firm grip of him. He began avoiding cities in their entirety as for some reason he was beginning to like his own ramblings. He was never able to tell if they were all his though. However he eventually made his way south to the College. Good Attributes: Insanity - While this is also a negative attribute it has it's benefits. Psychomancers not particularly skilled in their art would have a hard time trying to pin down what exactly they were looking at if they peered into his thoughts. His mind is either thinking a million things at once or absolutely nothing at all, a trait which is bolstered by his species natural inclination towards different ways of thinking. It is best not to tread where not even he would. Species traits - Being a Rheven-ari comes with some upsides. Such as being resistant to piercing weapons, being able to outrun a majority of humans, multiple hearts and having an ability to sense magic in others. Adaptable - Being able to change his way of thinking for the most part allows him to approach challenges a different way if his current method is not working. This coupled with an extremely fast thought process gives him an advantage over some of the races that inhabit the world. Bad Attributes: Insanity - He will occasionally hear voices that are not there or create entire persons inside his head who he will talk to and quickly dismiss. His mind is a puzzle wrapped in an enigma. While sometimes he will have his moments of complete clarity most of the time he is bordering on the edge of being socially tolerable by most people whether he catches it or not is completely up to chance. However since he has been this way for so long he can't remember what it is like to actually be sane and thus absolutely fears the prospect of being such. Amnesia - He can't remember a single thing about himself before about 2 years ago, other than a few random pieces that slip out of the block. Baulder fears what ever lies on the other side of the block and will do anything to avoid it being taken away. Distrustful of Senses - He almost never trusts what his mind is telling him is happening. He heavily scrutinizes anything his eyes or ears tell him and thus may be a little slow to act. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Uicle Althalus He 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. "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. " Uicle CLANG! "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."</s> <|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Helena 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. And 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. Splat "Ugh!" "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. "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.</s>

<|message|>"Scarred hand", "Midnight", Baulder "Gamey, bit stringy, and...... tough this one." Baulder said as he contemplated eating another chunk of the fresh Elk. Baulder played with the piece of flank steak for a second before looking down at John Cena who was still shoving chunks into his mouth and chewing with new teeth. For the past two weeks since Tyrael's teaching ban Baulder had a lighter class load than usual. So he had decided hunting with John would be a better way to fill the time then trying to keep up with Tyrael's working pace in the forges. "Repeat." "Gaaamey, bi...it string, an-nd tough t-this one." John stammered out with his mouthful. John had become nearly a spitting image of Baulder himself. Other than some skin tone issues and his teeth becoming sharper than his own John could pass as Baulder, as long as he didn't talk anyways. Baulder was pleased at the progress his demon had made, he wondered what he would do after he got him to speak correctly. But he wasn't alone anymore, the facsimile was close enough that he felt as if he had a companion in this world now. "Finish up, we've got reading to do." Baulder said. He then devoured the piece of meat he was holding as John picked through the innards eating the liver and stomach of the dead animal. He had begun to notice John preferred the organs over the muscle and fat of things that they killed. While it seemed odd to him he wasn't complaining, more for him. Baulder had cleaned himself up and sent John back to the Inferno where he belonged. Having put on clean white linen Baulder took a seat in the Underhaven at one of the booths pressed against the wall he had a thick tome in front of him he had yet to open, something to do with demon transfiguration. He had learned not to long ago that John was likely some sort of Vitamancer given that he was able to adapt to a new form so quickly. But he wasn't reading at that moment, he was watching master Tyrael who was at the bar. He had watched him down an amount of alcohol that likely would have killed Baulder. He couldn't help but think that such an ability would be... useful. But that wasn't why he was there. While the fact that the underground bar was cooler and damper than the rest of the college he found that Tyrael had been spending quite a bit of time here. After he had cranked out a massive amount of client orders recently and given Baulder a suit of ironwood armor Tyrael would spend the rest of his day in the Underhaven or the Inferno. Baulder could only follow him to one of those places. So Baulder sat quietly watching his master and reading whatever book they were given in class by one of the other demonmancy teachers. Waiting for Tyrael to teach him something. The only interesting thing that had happened so far was Uicle coming in and immediately being struck by a piece of falling debris. Baulder grinned and stifled a laugh. The suit of armor Baulder had found to be a source of constant entertainment with all the absolutely ridiculous things that had a habit of falling on him. Baulder turned back to his book and opened it up to where he had left off, seeing as he was too far away to ease drop on the two teachers.</s>

<|description|>"Scarred hand", "Midnight", Baulder UserName: cqbexpt Age: somewhere in his 20's Mageblood type: Obiligatio Favored Magic Class: Demonomancy Previous Magic training: None that he can remember anyways Race: Rheven-ari, Shayahn Appearance: Burned in 3 clawed hand along the left side of his head, palm is centered over his eye. Has rather pale except around his face. This is due to him keeping himself covered most of the time due to his race being able to burn easily as a rule. His hair is black and stops just above his shoulders. He is as strong as most humans which makes his slim frame look rather muscular. Wears a scarf over the lower parts of his face most of the time but the rest of his clothes are generally either patchwork wraps or ropes. Though he is currently looking for new clothes. Height: 6'2" Short Bio: Baulder knows where he was born but that was only because he was told that few of his kind are born off midnight island. Though like most things he cannot remember exactly where. He has fragments of information of his home island such as sights, sounds, smells. But none of it makes any sense, to him anything before what he is now is nothing but a jumbled mess of emotions and sensory data. He assumes he was seeking knowledge of some kind as he has heard from a few other Rheven-ari that would have been the reason why he would of left. Though he assumes if he goes back there perhaps it might show him more of his past self. Baulder would never allow himself to do that though, it would kill him.....well atleast the person he was now. He has no desire to go back to being what he was whatever, it was that might be why he now fears his own sanity so. Regardless what he can actually remember begins after the incident. He remembered waking up in a forest, surrounded by gutted wolves and scorched pelts. There were a group of humans surrounding him axes clenched and bows drawn. He remembered hitting the dirt before passing out. When he awoke he found himself in a house tied to a bed with an old women standing over him. He found out that the villagers that were standing over him earlier were a hunting party that found him out in the woods near their village. They had taken him back to their village once they realized that he was suffering from blood sickness. He had been unconscious for close to a week and the mayor of the village was close to having him killed as a sacrifice to some god he can't remember. For several days after he first woke up he was still confined to the house they had placed him in continuously asking him what happened in the woods. His answer was that he didn't know, which was of course the truth. They only let him leave once they managed to get a psychomancer from the village over to come and interrogate him. He remembered the women's face as it became wide eyed and she told them that he really didn't know. The villagers told him that he owed them a debt for saving his life and at the time he wasn't sure what else he should be doing and thus agreed to pay it back with work. He assisted around the village for over a year helping build things or just being a courier for people. However this is what perhaps sparked his decent into madness. Baulder is very unsure of what it was like before his insanity began to fester but he knows that there was a time before it. However before he fully became overcome with insanity he was told the debt had been repaid, perhaps because they were just growing tired of his strangeness though. He took food and a map and was told that the next day he should head to the Twilight college. He did have blood sickness before and he guessed that it made sense for him to go somewhere that could atleast tell him what he was. The night before he left however he heard the name "Baulder" said to him louder and louder each time in a dream. When it began screaming the name at him he awoke. He decided that was what his name was, what else could it have been he thought. So with a name and a purpose he set off to the college. It took him nearly a month to figure out where he was actually going. Though he was thankful now that the villagers had brought him along on their hunting parties. They never did teach him how to properly navigate the world though. He spent many months living off the land and descending deeper into the grips of insanity as he made his way to the college. Talking to people is what held it off in the beginning but now that he was alone it was able to take it's firm grip of him. He began avoiding cities in their entirety as for some reason he was beginning to like his own ramblings. He was never able to tell if they were all his though. However he eventually made his way south to the College. Good Attributes: Insanity - While this is also a negative attribute it has it's benefits. Psychomancers not particularly skilled in their art would have a hard time trying to pin down what exactly they were looking at if they peered into his thoughts. His mind is either thinking a million things at once or absolutely nothing at all, a trait which is bolstered by his species natural inclination towards different ways of thinking. It is best not to tread where not even he would. Species traits - Being a Rheven-ari comes with some upsides. Such as being resistant to piercing weapons, being able to outrun a majority of humans, multiple hearts and having an ability to sense magic in others. Adaptable - Being able to change his way of thinking for the most part allows him to approach challenges a different way if his current method is not working. This coupled with an extremely fast thought process gives him an advantage over some of the races that inhabit the world. Bad Attributes: Insanity - He will occasionally hear voices that are not there or create entire persons inside his head who he will talk to and quickly dismiss. His mind is a puzzle wrapped in an enigma. While sometimes he will have his moments of complete clarity most of the time he is bordering on the edge of being socially tolerable by most people whether he catches it or not is completely up to chance. However since he has been this way for so long he can't remember what it is like to actually be sane and thus absolutely fears the prospect of being such. Amnesia - He can't remember a single thing about himself before about 2 years ago, other than a few random pieces that slip out of the block. Baulder fears what ever lies on the other side of the block and will do anything to avoid it being taken away. Distrustful of Senses - He almost never trusts what his mind is telling him is happening. He heavily scrutinizes anything his eyes or ears tell him and thus may be a little slow to act. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Lyn Marik Lyn, Messhall Sam 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. It 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. The 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." --- Mar, within her Den Mar 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. It 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. Slipping 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."</s> <|message|>Darius Jura Leith Calder "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?" --- Darius Jura Darius 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. Pacing 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.</s>

<|message|>"Scarred hand", "Midnight", Baulder Baulder suddenly stopped eating, he wasn't hungry anymore. He droppped the meat he had been clutching in his claws and just stared at the small pile of meat he had left. Baulder had been hungry for long that he didn't know what to do now that he wasn't hungry. He now really didn't mind if someone took his food from him, he was just done. Baulder's mild existential crisis was inturupted by a singing Tyrael entering the hall. Baulder at first didn't believe it was his master singing but when he found out it was he nodded his head in agreement. Of course glorious master can sing, he can do everything. Baulder almost summoned John to go help master finish whatever he was doing but he decided against it, master would summon his own demon if he needed it. Baulder then became concerned for a second when E'nasha got up, he had gotten caught up in his own head and didn't know what she was doing. But he was relieved when he found out she was getting more food. The nickname she was talking about "Bauldy" that was endearing, Baulder wasn't sure how to feel about being given an endearing nickname. He wasn't sure how he felt specifically about that name either, he would have to look at it later. Baulder looked over at Annabeth and the new person, Heleana... or something, she was complaining about a headache of some sort. But he reeled when he saw Annabeth use her psychomancy to help the new girl. He didn't like psychomancy, he didn't like people in his head, he didn't like other people in his head, Baulder liked his voices, Baulder didn't like other peoples. Being in the Underhaven all the time looks useful. Baulder said laughing a bit. He had seen Annabeth do that weird finger thing once or twice before down there, he wasn't even really sure what she was doing when she did that. He could only guess it was something to do with her psychomancy. Baulder looked back when he heard E'nasha say his name. There was a new person with her, a man, he looked somewhat like her. El'kan, that was her roommate or something yes? Baulder remembered their conversation in the Underhaven many moons ago now about how they lived in the same community or were cousins or some such. "Hello new friend! Welcome to the consuming table!" Baulder took a second after that and realized that endearing nickname could mean a few things, he decided to leave it at that. Baulder then put his right arm around E'nasha's shoulder and grabbed her other shoulder with his left hand, being careful not to scratch her. "I've never met your uh.... ccccommunity member? before! How exciting, now I'll get the double tour of Yarosmere!"</s>

<|description|>E'nasha Williams UserName: Vesuvius00 Age: Physical age, 19. She's pretty smart though, because of her inquisitive nature. An IQ in the triple digits. Mageblood type: Natura Favoured Magic Class: Herbamancy Previous Magic training: No official training, but she does know she has Mageblood and can use it a little in dire situations. There was a small disaster in her town when she was a kid, and that's when she found out. Race: Human Yarosmerian Short Bio: Born in a small town in the desert, she lived there with her grandmother and a few other children who had been orphaned by the war. She and the others were fast friends, especially one boy named El'kan, and they would often go exploring around outside the village. One day they all went to an Oasis that was about an hour's walk from the village, but when they got there they were ambushed by a small group of weak demons and the Novice Demonmancer that had summoned them. At their master's command, the demons started messing with the kids, picking some of them up and flying around by the tops of the trees while the other kids threw rocks and sand at the mage. One demon even tried to carry off E'nasha, confusing her with an image of a beautiful meadow and the scent of blooming flowers. She nearly forgot where she was, until a stone hit her inn the head, breaking her from the illusion. She struggled against the demon, causing him to drop her, and the other demons started dropping the other children randomly, them just barely landing in the bushes and ferns around the Oasis. Suddenly, the ferns that the children had fallen into sprung into action, wrapping themselves around the mage to stop his movement, and distracting the demons from the children. Just as everyone was starting to run back to the village, E'nasha fainted, and the others had to carry her back to the village. When they got back, they told granny what had happened at the Oasis. Granny figured out almost immediately that she had Blood Sickness, and made the others leave them alone for a few days so E'nasha could rest. When she woke, Granny had her tell everything that had happened from her point of view. Granny told her that her anger had probably been what awakened her mageblood and caused the plants to save her and her friends. When E'nasha questioned her, Granny went to get an old book, turning it open to a beautiful picture of a woman who looked much like E'nasha, but was much wiser-looking. Granny told her that that was a picture of herself when she was quite a few years younger, and that E'nasha might have the same powers as herself, Natura mageblood. The next few days, E'nasha and her grandmother prepare to move north, out of the desert regions, and into the nice, wooded area that Granny had grown up in. Not even three minutes after they had left, did El'kan and E'nasha's other friends catch up to them. Granny tried to send them back home, saying that it was too dangerous to venture too far out of town, until El'kan started swirling sand around them in a small, slow tornado. It turns out that El'kan's father uses Geomancy, the other type of Natura mageblood, and had trained El'kan in the use of it, at least until he had enough skill to impress Granny. Because of this Granny let him come with them to live with them in the forest until the two of them were old enough to attend the college. For the next few years, E'nasha, El'kan, and Granny lived together in the forest north of the desert. Granny was strong enough to protect them all from the minor demons that would somehow stumble by on occasion, and she was able to demonstrate her powers to E'nasha and help E'nasha learn to consciously control a plant enough to give it a quick growth spurt. Granny couldn't help El'kan much, so he focused on testing his limits and helping E'nasha find her's as well. Basic Herbamancy was not the only thing E'nasha struggled with though. Ever since they had come to the forest, E'nasha would regularly have nightmares, and randomly got Blood Sickness sometimes after one. She would often wonder why, and her thoughts always drifted back to the Oasis, and her struggle with the demon. She eventually developed a great fear of demons because of these nightmares. One day, El'kan decided to try something stupid. He had Granny off somewhere kind of far from the small house they lived in in the forest, and lured a few demons to where he and E'nasha were foraging berries. One of the demons grabbed E'nasha from behind, making her completely unable to move. In her fear her subconscious mind caused her to use her power to trap the demon in a tree, and chase off the other demons just before she blacked out. She woke up again in her room, her Granny telling her that she had managed to get Blood-Sickness again from her subconscious taking over during the surprise attack. El'kan timidly stepped forward and told Granny what he had done, and because of what Granny said to him then, he began to grow up. Granny told him that no-one was perfect, and we would all make some pretty bad mistakes throughout our lives, but to have the respect and caring for another human being to come out and admit when you've screwed up is the mark of a good person. In the next year, (The last one until they could go off to the college) E'nasha got a pet Raven whom she named Sir Ithslala Ra'vin, or Sir for short. She managed to train Sir to do various tasks, such as fetch small things, distract demons, and write in the dirt with his beak. She, El'kan, and Sir all arrived at the college on a dark, stormy day, after the trip took much longer than they thought it possibly ever could. Their adventures begin now. Good Attributes: Good at surviving in most situations, and because of her desert heritage survival in hot and harsh conditions (or where water is hard to find) is easier for her. Sir can do errands and write notes over long distances in a fairly short amount of time (She trained Sir, she is good with animals). She is very smart, and makes friends easily. Bad Attributes: She often has nightmares, and is afraid they may come true because of how realistic they are. (They are prophetic dreams caused by the demon attempting to possess her at the Oasis.) She sometimes gets Blood Sickness from these nightmares. She feels that she has to keep secrets to protect her friends and comrades, although she worries that if they find out about all the secrets it'll upset them and she'll lose all her friends. She also has Genophobia: the fear of romantic or sexual acts (though it's kind of minor unless she feels threatened by the person as well). Secret Word: Rebirth Other/World Building: "I'm Emmika Nash-Williams which is shortened to E'nasha (Williams), and El'kan (Rovis) is really Ellin Ka-Rovis. The compound names are a traditional way of keeping track of lineage in our village, and I have no idea if any other people in Yarosmere or even the rest of Tiien do this or not, but it works fine for us." - E'nasha, speaking to Baulder. The full name of a person is whatever first name the parents choose, the last name of the mother, and then the last name of the father. The two last names are always hyphenated together. Keeping the father's names as the last name is how the villagers keep track of lineage. Example: (grandma)Look Im-Granny >< (grandpa)Im Grandpa-Middle (grandma)Ima Grandma-Too >< (grandpa)Just The-Last (mom)Not Granny-Middle >< (dad)Never Too-Last (child)First Middle-Last Shortened names work like this: First Middle-Last = Fi'middlet Last Emmika Nash-Williams = E'nasha Williams Ellin Ka-Rovis = El'kan Rovis Rewards: Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.Green Ring Name: Stealth Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative Range: Individual only Duration: An hour at max unless detected, than the ring is negated. Other information: To activate it, the user must whisper the word 'silentium' near the ring's gem. After activated, the magic casts an eerie green glow about the user and creates a vacuum that absorbs all sounds originating from the user. This means the user can move willing and normally, even jump, without a worry about creating a sound to give themselves away. They can even still hear everything with the same degree they did before. However, air disrupting, sight, scent and other means outside of sound can still give them away if the user isn't careful. So they aren't immune from detection in other forms. The effect lasts up to an hour total which can be broken down to about several uses that total up to that hour. Players using that method are expected to use common sense and determine for themselves how much time has been used, keeping in mind that each single post will account for a few minutes each time and drain the overall total time usage. It can be negated though dispelling magic (arcanite based) being casted, someone hits the individual with an attack, or the user willingly deactivates it.</s> <|message|>Keri Wolf Keri Wolf Lyn's hunt Keri 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. Keri 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. --- The 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. " Damn bear! Why did Lyn have to bring the thing anyways. Are you alright E'nasha?"She said while groaning in pain.</s> <|message|>Colette Filiatraut Colette Filatrault, Catacomb Colette 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. "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</s>

<|message|>E'nasha Williams E'nasha Williams Lyn's Hunt Time moved on after the feast, and over two months E'nasha had gotten into a routine. Mostly she studied, and spent as much time as possible practicing using her mageblood. Unfortunately that meant she wasn't spending any time being social, which caused El'kan to sign her up to go on a mission, to force her to at least talk to someone who wasn't him. Now she was standing in the middle of a forest, where she was apparently just supposed to help a hunt by scaring small animals to the huntress, and keep the bigger, more dangerous creatures away. She jumped back as her assigned partner, Keri, fell to the ground in front of her. She smiled and let out a small breath of laughter as she offered her hand to help Keri off the ground. "Me? I'm fine. You're the one who just fell out of a tree." Sir flew down from his perch to land on E'nasha's shoulder as she spoke, and she pat the Raven on the head with her unoccupied hand. "I'm starting to see a lot less animals in this area. Maybe we should go deeper into the forest?"</s>

<|description|>E'nasha Williams UserName: Vesuvius00 Age: Physical age, 19. She's pretty smart though, because of her inquisitive nature. An IQ in the triple digits. Mageblood type: Natura Favoured Magic Class: Herbamancy Previous Magic training: No official training, but she does know she has Mageblood and can use it a little in dire situations. There was a small disaster in her town when she was a kid, and that's when she found out. Race: Human Yarosmerian Short Bio: Born in a small town in the desert, she lived there with her grandmother and a few other children who had been orphaned by the war. She and the others were fast friends, especially one boy named El'kan, and they would often go exploring around outside the village. One day they all went to an Oasis that was about an hour's walk from the village, but when they got there they were ambushed by a small group of weak demons and the Novice Demonmancer that had summoned them. At their master's command, the demons started messing with the kids, picking some of them up and flying around by the tops of the trees while the other kids threw rocks and sand at the mage. One demon even tried to carry off E'nasha, confusing her with an image of a beautiful meadow and the scent of blooming flowers. She nearly forgot where she was, until a stone hit her inn the head, breaking her from the illusion. She struggled against the demon, causing him to drop her, and the other demons started dropping the other children randomly, them just barely landing in the bushes and ferns around the Oasis. Suddenly, the ferns that the children had fallen into sprung into action, wrapping themselves around the mage to stop his movement, and distracting the demons from the children. Just as everyone was starting to run back to the village, E'nasha fainted, and the others had to carry her back to the village. When they got back, they told granny what had happened at the Oasis. Granny figured out almost immediately that she had Blood Sickness, and made the others leave them alone for a few days so E'nasha could rest. When she woke, Granny had her tell everything that had happened from her point of view. Granny told her that her anger had probably been what awakened her mageblood and caused the plants to save her and her friends. When E'nasha questioned her, Granny went to get an old book, turning it open to a beautiful picture of a woman who looked much like E'nasha, but was much wiser-looking. Granny told her that that was a picture of herself when she was quite a few years younger, and that E'nasha might have the same powers as herself, Natura mageblood. The next few days, E'nasha and her grandmother prepare to move north, out of the desert regions, and into the nice, wooded area that Granny had grown up in. Not even three minutes after they had left, did El'kan and E'nasha's other friends catch up to them. Granny tried to send them back home, saying that it was too dangerous to venture too far out of town, until El'kan started swirling sand around them in a small, slow tornado. It turns out that El'kan's father uses Geomancy, the other type of Natura mageblood, and had trained El'kan in the use of it, at least until he had enough skill to impress Granny. Because of this Granny let him come with them to live with them in the forest until the two of them were old enough to attend the college. For the next few years, E'nasha, El'kan, and Granny lived together in the forest north of the desert. Granny was strong enough to protect them all from the minor demons that would somehow stumble by on occasion, and she was able to demonstrate her powers to E'nasha and help E'nasha learn to consciously control a plant enough to give it a quick growth spurt. Granny couldn't help El'kan much, so he focused on testing his limits and helping E'nasha find her's as well. Basic Herbamancy was not the only thing E'nasha struggled with though. Ever since they had come to the forest, E'nasha would regularly have nightmares, and randomly got Blood Sickness sometimes after one. She would often wonder why, and her thoughts always drifted back to the Oasis, and her struggle with the demon. She eventually developed a great fear of demons because of these nightmares. One day, El'kan decided to try something stupid. He had Granny off somewhere kind of far from the small house they lived in in the forest, and lured a few demons to where he and E'nasha were foraging berries. One of the demons grabbed E'nasha from behind, making her completely unable to move. In her fear her subconscious mind caused her to use her power to trap the demon in a tree, and chase off the other demons just before she blacked out. She woke up again in her room, her Granny telling her that she had managed to get Blood-Sickness again from her subconscious taking over during the surprise attack. El'kan timidly stepped forward and told Granny what he had done, and because of what Granny said to him then, he began to grow up. Granny told him that no-one was perfect, and we would all make some pretty bad mistakes throughout our lives, but to have the respect and caring for another human being to come out and admit when you've screwed up is the mark of a good person. In the next year, (The last one until they could go off to the college) E'nasha got a pet Raven whom she named Sir Ithslala Ra'vin, or Sir for short. She managed to train Sir to do various tasks, such as fetch small things, distract demons, and write in the dirt with his beak. She, El'kan, and Sir all arrived at the college on a dark, stormy day, after the trip took much longer than they thought it possibly ever could. Their adventures begin now. Good Attributes: Good at surviving in most situations, and because of her desert heritage survival in hot and harsh conditions (or where water is hard to find) is easier for her. Sir can do errands and write notes over long distances in a fairly short amount of time (She trained Sir, she is good with animals). She is very smart, and makes friends easily. Bad Attributes: She often has nightmares, and is afraid they may come true because of how realistic they are. (They are prophetic dreams caused by the demon attempting to possess her at the Oasis.) She sometimes gets Blood Sickness from these nightmares. She feels that she has to keep secrets to protect her friends and comrades, although she worries that if they find out about all the secrets it'll upset them and she'll lose all her friends. She also has Genophobia: the fear of romantic or sexual acts (though it's kind of minor unless she feels threatened by the person as well). Secret Word: Rebirth Other/World Building: "I'm Emmika Nash-Williams which is shortened to E'nasha (Williams), and El'kan (Rovis) is really Ellin Ka-Rovis. The compound names are a traditional way of keeping track of lineage in our village, and I have no idea if any other people in Yarosmere or even the rest of Tiien do this or not, but it works fine for us." - E'nasha, speaking to Baulder. The full name of a person is whatever first name the parents choose, the last name of the mother, and then the last name of the father. The two last names are always hyphenated together. Keeping the father's names as the last name is how the villagers keep track of lineage. Example: (grandma)Look Im-Granny >< (grandpa)Im Grandpa-Middle (grandma)Ima Grandma-Too >< (grandpa)Just The-Last (mom)Not Granny-Middle >< (dad)Never Too-Last (child)First Middle-Last Shortened names work like this: First Middle-Last = Fi'middlet Last Emmika Nash-Williams = E'nasha Williams Ellin Ka-Rovis = El'kan Rovis Rewards: Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.Green Ring Name: Stealth Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative Range: Individual only Duration: An hour at max unless detected, than the ring is negated. Other information: To activate it, the user must whisper the word 'silentium' near the ring's gem. After activated, the magic casts an eerie green glow about the user and creates a vacuum that absorbs all sounds originating from the user. This means the user can move willing and normally, even jump, without a worry about creating a sound to give themselves away. They can even still hear everything with the same degree they did before. However, air disrupting, sight, scent and other means outside of sound can still give them away if the user isn't careful. So they aren't immune from detection in other forms. The effect lasts up to an hour total which can be broken down to about several uses that total up to that hour. Players using that method are expected to use common sense and determine for themselves how much time has been used, keeping in mind that each single post will account for a few minutes each time and drain the overall total time usage. It can be negated though dispelling magic (arcanite based) being casted, someone hits the individual with an attack, or the user willingly deactivates it.</s> <|message|>Keri Wolf Keri Wolf Lyn's Hunt The 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. The 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. A 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.</s> <|message|>Colette Filiatraut Colette, catacombs Colette 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 "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. "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. Colette 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. She 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. "Oh Annabeth I didn't know you would be in here' Colette said.</s>

<|message|>E'nasha Williams E'nasha Williams Lyn's Hunt E'nasha ran the last few steps over to Leith once she realized he was awake, pulling out her med-pack as he warned her about one of the enemies. She glanced over at the man mentioned, just in time to see him start an attack. "Uh-oh. A little late for warnings now." She said as she noticed the grass around them growing into a trap. She drew her knife and then immediately wondered what she was gonna do. Cutting the grass would just make him grow it faster, and while that might eventually tire him out, it would do worse to her. Her best bet might be to try and distract him, so she pulled two more seeds out of her pocket and threw them towards the man, quickly growing them into trees. Hopefully they would fall on top of him, or at least block her and Leith from his view long enough for them to move to somewhere safer. She turned back to Leith and held out her hand to him to help him up. "Here, I'll help you get away from him and distract him. You can use my med-kit to try and bandage your wounds while I do."</s>

<|description|>E'nasha Williams UserName: Vesuvius00 Age: Physical age, 19. She's pretty smart though, because of her inquisitive nature. An IQ in the triple digits. Mageblood type: Natura Favoured Magic Class: Herbamancy Previous Magic training: No official training, but she does know she has Mageblood and can use it a little in dire situations. There was a small disaster in her town when she was a kid, and that's when she found out. Race: Human Yarosmerian Short Bio: Born in a small town in the desert, she lived there with her grandmother and a few other children who had been orphaned by the war. She and the others were fast friends, especially one boy named El'kan, and they would often go exploring around outside the village. One day they all went to an Oasis that was about an hour's walk from the village, but when they got there they were ambushed by a small group of weak demons and the Novice Demonmancer that had summoned them. At their master's command, the demons started messing with the kids, picking some of them up and flying around by the tops of the trees while the other kids threw rocks and sand at the mage. One demon even tried to carry off E'nasha, confusing her with an image of a beautiful meadow and the scent of blooming flowers. She nearly forgot where she was, until a stone hit her inn the head, breaking her from the illusion. She struggled against the demon, causing him to drop her, and the other demons started dropping the other children randomly, them just barely landing in the bushes and ferns around the Oasis. Suddenly, the ferns that the children had fallen into sprung into action, wrapping themselves around the mage to stop his movement, and distracting the demons from the children. Just as everyone was starting to run back to the village, E'nasha fainted, and the others had to carry her back to the village. When they got back, they told granny what had happened at the Oasis. Granny figured out almost immediately that she had Blood Sickness, and made the others leave them alone for a few days so E'nasha could rest. When she woke, Granny had her tell everything that had happened from her point of view. Granny told her that her anger had probably been what awakened her mageblood and caused the plants to save her and her friends. When E'nasha questioned her, Granny went to get an old book, turning it open to a beautiful picture of a woman who looked much like E'nasha, but was much wiser-looking. Granny told her that that was a picture of herself when she was quite a few years younger, and that E'nasha might have the same powers as herself, Natura mageblood. The next few days, E'nasha and her grandmother prepare to move north, out of the desert regions, and into the nice, wooded area that Granny had grown up in. Not even three minutes after they had left, did El'kan and E'nasha's other friends catch up to them. Granny tried to send them back home, saying that it was too dangerous to venture too far out of town, until El'kan started swirling sand around them in a small, slow tornado. It turns out that El'kan's father uses Geomancy, the other type of Natura mageblood, and had trained El'kan in the use of it, at least until he had enough skill to impress Granny. Because of this Granny let him come with them to live with them in the forest until the two of them were old enough to attend the college. For the next few years, E'nasha, El'kan, and Granny lived together in the forest north of the desert. Granny was strong enough to protect them all from the minor demons that would somehow stumble by on occasion, and she was able to demonstrate her powers to E'nasha and help E'nasha learn to consciously control a plant enough to give it a quick growth spurt. Granny couldn't help El'kan much, so he focused on testing his limits and helping E'nasha find her's as well. Basic Herbamancy was not the only thing E'nasha struggled with though. Ever since they had come to the forest, E'nasha would regularly have nightmares, and randomly got Blood Sickness sometimes after one. She would often wonder why, and her thoughts always drifted back to the Oasis, and her struggle with the demon. She eventually developed a great fear of demons because of these nightmares. One day, El'kan decided to try something stupid. He had Granny off somewhere kind of far from the small house they lived in in the forest, and lured a few demons to where he and E'nasha were foraging berries. One of the demons grabbed E'nasha from behind, making her completely unable to move. In her fear her subconscious mind caused her to use her power to trap the demon in a tree, and chase off the other demons just before she blacked out. She woke up again in her room, her Granny telling her that she had managed to get Blood-Sickness again from her subconscious taking over during the surprise attack. El'kan timidly stepped forward and told Granny what he had done, and because of what Granny said to him then, he began to grow up. Granny told him that no-one was perfect, and we would all make some pretty bad mistakes throughout our lives, but to have the respect and caring for another human being to come out and admit when you've screwed up is the mark of a good person. In the next year, (The last one until they could go off to the college) E'nasha got a pet Raven whom she named Sir Ithslala Ra'vin, or Sir for short. She managed to train Sir to do various tasks, such as fetch small things, distract demons, and write in the dirt with his beak. She, El'kan, and Sir all arrived at the college on a dark, stormy day, after the trip took much longer than they thought it possibly ever could. Their adventures begin now. Good Attributes: Good at surviving in most situations, and because of her desert heritage survival in hot and harsh conditions (or where water is hard to find) is easier for her. Sir can do errands and write notes over long distances in a fairly short amount of time (She trained Sir, she is good with animals). She is very smart, and makes friends easily. Bad Attributes: She often has nightmares, and is afraid they may come true because of how realistic they are. (They are prophetic dreams caused by the demon attempting to possess her at the Oasis.) She sometimes gets Blood Sickness from these nightmares. She feels that she has to keep secrets to protect her friends and comrades, although she worries that if they find out about all the secrets it'll upset them and she'll lose all her friends. She also has Genophobia: the fear of romantic or sexual acts (though it's kind of minor unless she feels threatened by the person as well). Secret Word: Rebirth Other/World Building: "I'm Emmika Nash-Williams which is shortened to E'nasha (Williams), and El'kan (Rovis) is really Ellin Ka-Rovis. The compound names are a traditional way of keeping track of lineage in our village, and I have no idea if any other people in Yarosmere or even the rest of Tiien do this or not, but it works fine for us." - E'nasha, speaking to Baulder. The full name of a person is whatever first name the parents choose, the last name of the mother, and then the last name of the father. The two last names are always hyphenated together. Keeping the father's names as the last name is how the villagers keep track of lineage. Example: (grandma)Look Im-Granny >< (grandpa)Im Grandpa-Middle (grandma)Ima Grandma-Too >< (grandpa)Just The-Last (mom)Not Granny-Middle >< (dad)Never Too-Last (child)First Middle-Last Shortened names work like this: First Middle-Last = Fi'middlet Last Emmika Nash-Williams = E'nasha Williams Ellin Ka-Rovis = El'kan Rovis Rewards: Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.Green Ring Name: Stealth Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative Range: Individual only Duration: An hour at max unless detected, than the ring is negated. Other information: To activate it, the user must whisper the word 'silentium' near the ring's gem. After activated, the magic casts an eerie green glow about the user and creates a vacuum that absorbs all sounds originating from the user. This means the user can move willing and normally, even jump, without a worry about creating a sound to give themselves away. They can even still hear everything with the same degree they did before. However, air disrupting, sight, scent and other means outside of sound can still give them away if the user isn't careful. So they aren't immune from detection in other forms. The effect lasts up to an hour total which can be broken down to about several uses that total up to that hour. Players using that method are expected to use common sense and determine for themselves how much time has been used, keeping in mind that each single post will account for a few minutes each time and drain the overall total time usage. It can be negated though dispelling magic (arcanite based) being casted, someone hits the individual with an attack, or the user willingly deactivates it.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak 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." Being 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." Ssarak 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."</s> <|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Helena 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. But 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?"</s>

<|message|>E'nasha Williams E'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." She 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. Slightly 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."</s>

<|description|>E'nasha Williams UserName: Vesuvius00 Age: Physical age, 19. She's pretty smart though, because of her inquisitive nature. An IQ in the triple digits. Mageblood type: Natura Favoured Magic Class: Herbamancy Previous Magic training: No official training, but she does know she has Mageblood and can use it a little in dire situations. There was a small disaster in her town when she was a kid, and that's when she found out. Race: Human Yarosmerian Short Bio: Born in a small town in the desert, she lived there with her grandmother and a few other children who had been orphaned by the war. She and the others were fast friends, especially one boy named El'kan, and they would often go exploring around outside the village. One day they all went to an Oasis that was about an hour's walk from the village, but when they got there they were ambushed by a small group of weak demons and the Novice Demonmancer that had summoned them. At their master's command, the demons started messing with the kids, picking some of them up and flying around by the tops of the trees while the other kids threw rocks and sand at the mage. One demon even tried to carry off E'nasha, confusing her with an image of a beautiful meadow and the scent of blooming flowers. She nearly forgot where she was, until a stone hit her inn the head, breaking her from the illusion. She struggled against the demon, causing him to drop her, and the other demons started dropping the other children randomly, them just barely landing in the bushes and ferns around the Oasis. Suddenly, the ferns that the children had fallen into sprung into action, wrapping themselves around the mage to stop his movement, and distracting the demons from the children. Just as everyone was starting to run back to the village, E'nasha fainted, and the others had to carry her back to the village. When they got back, they told granny what had happened at the Oasis. Granny figured out almost immediately that she had Blood Sickness, and made the others leave them alone for a few days so E'nasha could rest. When she woke, Granny had her tell everything that had happened from her point of view. Granny told her that her anger had probably been what awakened her mageblood and caused the plants to save her and her friends. When E'nasha questioned her, Granny went to get an old book, turning it open to a beautiful picture of a woman who looked much like E'nasha, but was much wiser-looking. Granny told her that that was a picture of herself when she was quite a few years younger, and that E'nasha might have the same powers as herself, Natura mageblood. The next few days, E'nasha and her grandmother prepare to move north, out of the desert regions, and into the nice, wooded area that Granny had grown up in. Not even three minutes after they had left, did El'kan and E'nasha's other friends catch up to them. Granny tried to send them back home, saying that it was too dangerous to venture too far out of town, until El'kan started swirling sand around them in a small, slow tornado. It turns out that El'kan's father uses Geomancy, the other type of Natura mageblood, and had trained El'kan in the use of it, at least until he had enough skill to impress Granny. Because of this Granny let him come with them to live with them in the forest until the two of them were old enough to attend the college. For the next few years, E'nasha, El'kan, and Granny lived together in the forest north of the desert. Granny was strong enough to protect them all from the minor demons that would somehow stumble by on occasion, and she was able to demonstrate her powers to E'nasha and help E'nasha learn to consciously control a plant enough to give it a quick growth spurt. Granny couldn't help El'kan much, so he focused on testing his limits and helping E'nasha find her's as well. Basic Herbamancy was not the only thing E'nasha struggled with though. Ever since they had come to the forest, E'nasha would regularly have nightmares, and randomly got Blood Sickness sometimes after one. She would often wonder why, and her thoughts always drifted back to the Oasis, and her struggle with the demon. She eventually developed a great fear of demons because of these nightmares. One day, El'kan decided to try something stupid. He had Granny off somewhere kind of far from the small house they lived in in the forest, and lured a few demons to where he and E'nasha were foraging berries. One of the demons grabbed E'nasha from behind, making her completely unable to move. In her fear her subconscious mind caused her to use her power to trap the demon in a tree, and chase off the other demons just before she blacked out. She woke up again in her room, her Granny telling her that she had managed to get Blood-Sickness again from her subconscious taking over during the surprise attack. El'kan timidly stepped forward and told Granny what he had done, and because of what Granny said to him then, he began to grow up. Granny told him that no-one was perfect, and we would all make some pretty bad mistakes throughout our lives, but to have the respect and caring for another human being to come out and admit when you've screwed up is the mark of a good person. In the next year, (The last one until they could go off to the college) E'nasha got a pet Raven whom she named Sir Ithslala Ra'vin, or Sir for short. She managed to train Sir to do various tasks, such as fetch small things, distract demons, and write in the dirt with his beak. She, El'kan, and Sir all arrived at the college on a dark, stormy day, after the trip took much longer than they thought it possibly ever could. Their adventures begin now. Good Attributes: Good at surviving in most situations, and because of her desert heritage survival in hot and harsh conditions (or where water is hard to find) is easier for her. Sir can do errands and write notes over long distances in a fairly short amount of time (She trained Sir, she is good with animals). She is very smart, and makes friends easily. Bad Attributes: She often has nightmares, and is afraid they may come true because of how realistic they are. (They are prophetic dreams caused by the demon attempting to possess her at the Oasis.) She sometimes gets Blood Sickness from these nightmares. She feels that she has to keep secrets to protect her friends and comrades, although she worries that if they find out about all the secrets it'll upset them and she'll lose all her friends. She also has Genophobia: the fear of romantic or sexual acts (though it's kind of minor unless she feels threatened by the person as well). Secret Word: Rebirth Other/World Building: "I'm Emmika Nash-Williams which is shortened to E'nasha (Williams), and El'kan (Rovis) is really Ellin Ka-Rovis. The compound names are a traditional way of keeping track of lineage in our village, and I have no idea if any other people in Yarosmere or even the rest of Tiien do this or not, but it works fine for us." - E'nasha, speaking to Baulder. The full name of a person is whatever first name the parents choose, the last name of the mother, and then the last name of the father. The two last names are always hyphenated together. Keeping the father's names as the last name is how the villagers keep track of lineage. Example: (grandma)Look Im-Granny >< (grandpa)Im Grandpa-Middle (grandma)Ima Grandma-Too >< (grandpa)Just The-Last (mom)Not Granny-Middle >< (dad)Never Too-Last (child)First Middle-Last Shortened names work like this: First Middle-Last = Fi'middlet Last Emmika Nash-Williams = E'nasha Williams Ellin Ka-Rovis = El'kan Rovis Rewards: Yellow Ring Name: Illuminating Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative/Combative Range: Individual to up to five meters Duration: Depends on the mode Other information: This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash. Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source. Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily. Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.Green Ring Name: Stealth Ring Description: Type: Non-Combative Range: Individual only Duration: An hour at max unless detected, than the ring is negated. Other information: To activate it, the user must whisper the word 'silentium' near the ring's gem. After activated, the magic casts an eerie green glow about the user and creates a vacuum that absorbs all sounds originating from the user. This means the user can move willing and normally, even jump, without a worry about creating a sound to give themselves away. They can even still hear everything with the same degree they did before. However, air disrupting, sight, scent and other means outside of sound can still give them away if the user isn't careful. So they aren't immune from detection in other forms. The effect lasts up to an hour total which can be broken down to about several uses that total up to that hour. Players using that method are expected to use common sense and determine for themselves how much time has been used, keeping in mind that each single post will account for a few minutes each time and drain the overall total time usage. It can be negated though dispelling magic (arcanite based) being casted, someone hits the individual with an attack, or the user willingly deactivates it.</s> <|message|>Henri Larue 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. Henri himself had never been on Shimmerstone before. Much less during the famous Summer Solstice Festival. His feelings about that were... complicated. While 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. "So… ever been to Shimmerstone until now?" He heard Lyn asking him. "Heard stories and rumors, but never visited it before." Henri replied. "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. "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. "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.</s> <|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Helena 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. Like 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. As 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.</s>

<|message|>E'nasha Williams E'nasha Williams ~ Shimmerstone --- E'nasha sat by the window of the carriage she shared with a few other students, looking out at the scenery as she had the whole trip so far. Months ago now, El'kan had told her she'd be on her own for her next mission- and despite her efforts, he still wasn't here with her now. Even though this isn't a "mission", just a festival in a far away city... Her thoughts seemed heightened in her mind because of the view of Shimmerstone in the distance now. They were a very, very far way from the college, and she was farther from her best friend than she'd ever been in her life. Whether her sadness at that fact showed on her face as she watched the carriage approach the city's gates, she didn't know. As soon as they were through the gate and actually in the city though, the feeling began to fade into the back of her mind as the city commanded her attention in a way the landscapes of travel never could. She watched the people on the streets, each of them going about their preparations for the celebrations to come. Traders and merchants lined the streets, their stands and carts scattered around everywhere yet somehow not detracting at all from the atmosphere of the pristine stone buildings that made up this place. Thoroughly distracted from her worries about El'kan for now, E'nasha let the curtain fall back over the window to block the view of the city. She finally relaxed back into her seat for what seemed like the first time since they'd started the journey from the college. Glancing at her carriagemates, she smiled slightly before speaking. "Well, we're here. Are you guys excited?"</s>

<|description|>Keri Wolf UserName: Demonic Angel Age: 21. The reason for coming to the college is that she's searching for answers to what is happening to her. Mageblood type: Hydromancy Favoured Magic Class: Aqua Previous Magic training: Novice Race: Vampire Appearance: The young woman is 5'9" tall in height. On her upper half of her body she wears a wooden wolf around her neck which is brought out from her pale skin. Three swords are strapped upon the girl's waist. On her right arm there is a tattoo of a thorn vine, the family crest, that stops just at the bottom of the wrist. The vampire's normal eye color is red but it will switch depending upon her mood or even the topic in which a person wants to know. As an extra she carries around a hunk of wood and a carving knife for something to do. Short Bio: Keri Wolf's childhood was normal and fair. She was the youngest of three siblings all of which was adopted. Keri was the only girl in the family so she was somewhat spoiled by their mother. She grew up with best friend Satori in Djarkel during her childhood so she has experience with her oddness. Growing up she was taught by her father on how to defend herself a little bit with a carving knife when she wasn't helping her family's wood carving. Keri's older brother's were what their mother claimed to be troublemakers. The children all were close to age, a year apart, in fact. They would each take turns going to catch something small to frighten each other to their hearts content. Close as they were as children was soon adults with different attentions on hand. Her oldest was married to a woman just a few days younger, with his first child on the way still being part of the family business. Keri's second oldest was engaged to a woman with a per started family. Her second eldest decided on a clergy life when the attack happened. Keri was easy going as a teenager but was in trouble a lot since she hung around Satori. Not much happened throughout her teen years which are mainly faded from her memories except for one event. On her 21 birthday her family was slaughtered by a nest of vampires. On instinct she fought back not knowing how dangerous her attacker was. Keri never knew, she was bitten on the her right hand, by a vampire until a constant headache to sunlight for the morning hours of the days. In a panic she headed to her long lost friend's last know location, which helped her begin the journey to discovering her powers. As the thirst floods her mind Keri is often found carving at the wood in her pocket as well as applying other attributes to keep the sharp. Good Attributes: easy going, observant, helps those who are in trouble, soft hearted, kind, mostly cool headed, great of getting out of sticky situations, tries to avoid violence, good with different people, loves animals Bad Attributes: sunlight, hatred against any vampire outside the college walls, keeps feelings in check, which let out the outcome is dangerous, for whoever is in her way, cruel manner of speaking, thirst for revenge Secret Word: rebirth Stealth Ring Knight's Shield ] ~Luna had found these last night so all credit goes to her.~ *The Rose is engraved, as well as smaller with no thorns, this one was her mother's sword. The last one was her brother's which is used for decoration rather than fighting. The sword that shares the picture with the Rose one was her father's and the decorations on it is engraved as well for Blood.</s> <|message|>Lira 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"</s> <|message|>Summer Flores Summer Flores, Lyn's Hunt Summer 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. "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.</s> <|message|>Lyn Marik Lyn, Lyn's Hunt Annabeth's spell was still in full swing when Althalus suddenly popped up from Sam's moving shadow, the horse still running past and toward the opposite of the meadow. Her hands had gripped Annabeth just barely as the woman bolted forward with the animal. Her arms were numb from the tight grip she tried to maintain, her heart steady and beating well. She felt like she was swallowed by a calm water all the way around her which made her more distance from the chaos erupting all around her. Her face reflected hr odd calmness while she considered the source of the earlier screaming. It had been a while since the sounds faded into the forest causing a dread to fester and die against the psychomaner's effect. When her father screamed for Annabeth to take her back to the college, her eyes looked to the older girl for answers to question bubbling up inside her. What was going on? Who was screaming, are they alright? Shouldn't we help them? Already Annabeth was notching an arrow and lining up a shot, her body bent down and low while they swept past everything on their path. They were drawing closer to a group, Lyn's head peered out and around to spot Keri caught in the Naga's grip. Her tail crushing and coiling, breaking the legs and slowly crushing the vampire's arm. The absence of fear, worry and pain was logically settling into Lyn's mind causing her to press tightly to Annabeth. by that time her guardian let loose a smoke arrow that screeched forward into the crossbowman's direction then exploded into black smoke. Another arrow followed right toward the Naga's limb as they bolted past them, racing deeper into the forest. Samson flipped about, his front facing where they came from as well and her bow raised for any future attackers. Ellys, Lyn's hunt Ellys' tail curled more and more about the vampire, her tail constricting while feeling the bones give away underneath. Fragile little things that easily gave away and would eventually turn to dust. Much like the blood that had dried up whenever it escaped through the wounds. There was no thump of the heart, no sense of beat or heat, under the tail's smoother scales. This was causing the Naga's instinct to rattle as her primal nature drew out, her eyes closed against the sensation filling her mind. It was then her heat sense felt a large amount to her right, her head jerked and saw the gesturing movements of a bow being drawn. Her tail loosen and bunched while she shoved the vampire away, her hands ripped out the spear tip embedded in Keri's throat. The arrow nearly missed, nicking the Naga's spear on its flight. More dust scattered into the wind as she hiss, retracting her fangs. Something dark and leafy immediately jerked out to snag her tail causing the Naga to swipe her spear, ripping the fast growing vines away. Her tail lashed out to crush the fast growing plants while she retreated toward meadow. Wide eyed and angry, her blade failed to clear the debris quickly enough before it swarmed her. It bonded her figure into a thicket of green within moments through it wouldn't hold her for long. Sam & Lidda, College Sam flinched and hissed in pain, his wound bleeding across the floor. His undamaged hand immediately reached for a linen bandage, quickly wrapping it several times around it then tying it off neatly as he could under the circumstances. Hoping the bleeding would stop later, he shooed the frightened students away allowing Lidda to rush into their place. Her eyes widen in fear and confusion at the Naga's damaged figure. Her body in a continual state of flux that it was a blessing she was out cold from the pain. Already her twin tails were defining themselves into human legs, muscle, flesh and bone forming into functioning legs while Lidda's hand reached out. Dread filled her heart when a rib, like with Sam, shot from the torso and speared her palm. Luckily, the woman wasn't foolish enough to allow the pain. She immediately, in a few seconds, cut off the vein's flood through constricting in the walls and severed ties to her pain receptors by disconnecting the tissue. Her hand fisted about the rib base, pouring her arcanite to overwhelm the existing damage. It retracted but quickly the ribs fused and Mar's windpipe once more sealed shut, her breathing stopped. Lidda's eyes widened in alarm as she cried for Sam to bring a blade. By this time, Lucilia had arrived. Her petite figure busting into the sick wing with a bag in her hand, shooting questions, orders and preparing for surgery. Sam watched a student rapidly depart for Satori while he passed both a sterilized reed and blade to Lidda, the woman splitting open the windpipe then inserted the reed tubing. Flickering her thumb across the small carved rune, the plant extended down to Mar's lungs where fresh air surged into her chest. Mar gasped, releasing blood from her mouth to spill over her chin and chest. Lidda attempted to control the wild changes as her face furrowed into a sour look, her magic failing in keeping Mar from changing. "Damn it, what the hell is going on?" Finding time to actually answer Lucilia, Sam fired off an answer. "Althalus brought her in here like this, her body keeps changing and even Lidda is having trouble keeping her stable. It's like her mageblood is tearing her body apart and we can't figure out the cause. We need to replenish her blood loss-" He heard her curse causing the old man to stare hard at Lucilia, the muffled roar drowned out to his human hearing, as he stared at her. "Lucilia, what is it?"</s>

<|message|>Keri Wolf Keri Wolf Lyn's Hunt The spear didn't feel like it was moving which made Keri a bit worried. Something felt wrong with this situation. The Naga wasn't moving or was she. Keri felt something smacking about her knees as it seemed to weave around her legs. There was a tightening motion cause her to panic. Her eyes widened as her body was wrapped. As pressure was added Keri knew she had made a huge mistake. Pain wrapped about her thighs and legs, coiling higher and making it harder to move. She heard a snap as her right leg gave out making her eyes water and searing pain waved upwards. The tail coiled higher, slowly cracking a few ribs inside her body. Keri felt the pressure going up her body. More pain rippled through her body as the grip tighten. She felt the grip tightening as her left leg gave out. More pain was added making her fear that was already there making her think she was going to die. The pressure seemed to loss grip or at least a bit before there was another wave of pain from her throat. Keri felt herself tossed away as if she was a doll. She felt herself hit something hard breaking more ribs. She couldn't speak yet alone move.</s>

<|description|>Keri Wolf UserName: Demonic Angel Age: 21. The reason for coming to the college is that she's searching for answers to what is happening to her. Mageblood type: Hydromancy Favoured Magic Class: Aqua Previous Magic training: Novice Race: Vampire Appearance: The young woman is 5'9" tall in height. On her upper half of her body she wears a wooden wolf around her neck which is brought out from her pale skin. Three swords are strapped upon the girl's waist. On her right arm there is a tattoo of a thorn vine, the family crest, that stops just at the bottom of the wrist. The vampire's normal eye color is red but it will switch depending upon her mood or even the topic in which a person wants to know. As an extra she carries around a hunk of wood and a carving knife for something to do. Short Bio: Keri Wolf's childhood was normal and fair. She was the youngest of three siblings all of which was adopted. Keri was the only girl in the family so she was somewhat spoiled by their mother. She grew up with best friend Satori in Djarkel during her childhood so she has experience with her oddness. Growing up she was taught by her father on how to defend herself a little bit with a carving knife when she wasn't helping her family's wood carving. Keri's older brother's were what their mother claimed to be troublemakers. The children all were close to age, a year apart, in fact. They would each take turns going to catch something small to frighten each other to their hearts content. Close as they were as children was soon adults with different attentions on hand. Her oldest was married to a woman just a few days younger, with his first child on the way still being part of the family business. Keri's second oldest was engaged to a woman with a per started family. Her second eldest decided on a clergy life when the attack happened. Keri was easy going as a teenager but was in trouble a lot since she hung around Satori. Not much happened throughout her teen years which are mainly faded from her memories except for one event. On her 21 birthday her family was slaughtered by a nest of vampires. On instinct she fought back not knowing how dangerous her attacker was. Keri never knew, she was bitten on the her right hand, by a vampire until a constant headache to sunlight for the morning hours of the days. In a panic she headed to her long lost friend's last know location, which helped her begin the journey to discovering her powers. As the thirst floods her mind Keri is often found carving at the wood in her pocket as well as applying other attributes to keep the sharp. Good Attributes: easy going, observant, helps those who are in trouble, soft hearted, kind, mostly cool headed, great of getting out of sticky situations, tries to avoid violence, good with different people, loves animals Bad Attributes: sunlight, hatred against any vampire outside the college walls, keeps feelings in check, which let out the outcome is dangerous, for whoever is in her way, cruel manner of speaking, thirst for revenge Secret Word: rebirth Stealth Ring Knight's Shield ] ~Luna had found these last night so all credit goes to her.~ *The Rose is engraved, as well as smaller with no thorns, this one was her mother's sword. The last one was her brother's which is used for decoration rather than fighting. The sword that shares the picture with the Rose one was her father's and the decorations on it is engraved as well for Blood.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose - Catacombs --- Towards Grey, Ssarak shook his head. "Not specifically, unfortunately. I tried to stop it, but that shapeshifter could transform far faster than even Lidda. It would have to be beyond the skill of even a master to accomplish such a feat. With the presence of that...demon blocking that path, the rodent it transformed into would had to have scurried past Tyrael. It would have to be down that pathway, but with the range of forms it seems to be able to take on, it would be difficult to catch even if we could find it. But, you are correct that it had an extreme fixation on you. I could read into its mind during the fight, and I could tell that it was almost obsessed with you, as if you had history with it." Ssarak was keeping his blade at the ready, though at this point, it was more just to be ready for any unexpected threats than to defend against Tyrael. "Regardless, I would suggest we wait near the entrance of the catacombs. I expect that Khan will be here shortly. We can inform him that the fighting has ended, and ask him about the Naga. I can remain to help stand guard, in the event the shapeshifter arrives again." Meanwhile, Ssarak continued to attempt to give the Naga reassurance with telepathic messages. "I would not be afraid of Khan. Unlike Tyrael, he is not a fallen demonmancer, and as our headmaster, is far more rational. I do not expect you will be detained. Actually, I would expect him to give you aid, once the situation with Tyrael has been concluded. As long as you abide by the rules of the college, of course. We need only keep Tyrael from becoming violent until he arrives."</s> <|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Lyn's Hunt It took a long moment for her to feel the teeth in her arm. She had been elated that she'd managed to have found the cosh in the first place. She had hoped that she would, she thought that she could, but it was still a surprise that she had actually managed to do it. Even if she'd missed where she thought she might, she had sunk the knife into flesh. So when the jaws closed around her arm, and she realized it, she yelped loudly. Her first reaction was to pull her arm back, but as she did she felt her flesh starting to tear. Hot blood started to run down her arm and she felt a hint of panic start to rise up in her chest. This was not going well at all. She had lost the tight grip she'd had on the handle of the knife when she'd finally felt the pain, so now she took it back, even as the cosh's jaws clamped down more. Teeth went into muscle more as the seconds ticked by. If she didn't do something soon, she likely wouldn't be able to do anything. The cosh was starting to push her back, push her over to the ground, but she wouldn't be pushed down so easily. She shoved back as best she could, but the forest floor was not the best for getting a grip with her boots and she struggled to find purchase for a moment, but that seemed to be all the beast needed and Helena felt herself beginning to lose her footing as the cosh began to clamp down more and shake her head. Through gritted teeth and another yelp of pain she twisted the blade that she had finally gotten a better grip on, hoping and praying that that would be enough to free her arm.</s>

<|message|>Keri Wolf Keri Wolf Lyn's Hunt The vampire thought it would work. The original plan was so simple, use the Cosh to attack the assassin. Yet the masked man didn't seem to be worried. He didn't move to block or move. The man had just moved to attack. Keri heard the tearing of clothes, followed by a clang making the weapon bouncing back, which was when she had rolled. The knives had scratched her enough to leave a shallow red furrows on her shoulder in her escape. At the end of the roll was when the Cosh reappeared. The girl was about to react just before the bugger grasped her boot with its mouth. This made Keri unable to move away as he jerked his head. She was propelled into a tree a few feet away. Nothing seemed break as the girl slammed horizontally into the tree. She tried scrambled to her feet only to let out a pained cry. There was something wrong. The pain of movement was lingering stabs as she moved unlike the experience with the broken bones. Keri gritted her teeth as she forced herself up. If anyone was paying attention they could clearly see tears forming in her eyes. The girl leaned onto the tree for support as she cursed. She noticed it was the bigger one from before. The vampire held a breath, hopping to help muffled the scream, as she ran towards the Cosh's left side. The slash was towards the head as Keri positioned herself sideways for an easier block afterwards. If the Cosh didn't attack or block the girl during the attack then there would be another wound to piss it off.</s>

<|description|>Keri Wolf UserName: Demonic Angel Age: 21. The reason for coming to the college is that she's searching for answers to what is happening to her. Mageblood type: Hydromancy Favoured Magic Class: Aqua Previous Magic training: Novice Race: Vampire Appearance: The young woman is 5'9" tall in height. On her upper half of her body she wears a wooden wolf around her neck which is brought out from her pale skin. Three swords are strapped upon the girl's waist. On her right arm there is a tattoo of a thorn vine, the family crest, that stops just at the bottom of the wrist. The vampire's normal eye color is red but it will switch depending upon her mood or even the topic in which a person wants to know. As an extra she carries around a hunk of wood and a carving knife for something to do. Short Bio: Keri Wolf's childhood was normal and fair. She was the youngest of three siblings all of which was adopted. Keri was the only girl in the family so she was somewhat spoiled by their mother. She grew up with best friend Satori in Djarkel during her childhood so she has experience with her oddness. Growing up she was taught by her father on how to defend herself a little bit with a carving knife when she wasn't helping her family's wood carving. Keri's older brother's were what their mother claimed to be troublemakers. The children all were close to age, a year apart, in fact. They would each take turns going to catch something small to frighten each other to their hearts content. Close as they were as children was soon adults with different attentions on hand. Her oldest was married to a woman just a few days younger, with his first child on the way still being part of the family business. Keri's second oldest was engaged to a woman with a per started family. Her second eldest decided on a clergy life when the attack happened. Keri was easy going as a teenager but was in trouble a lot since she hung around Satori. Not much happened throughout her teen years which are mainly faded from her memories except for one event. On her 21 birthday her family was slaughtered by a nest of vampires. On instinct she fought back not knowing how dangerous her attacker was. Keri never knew, she was bitten on the her right hand, by a vampire until a constant headache to sunlight for the morning hours of the days. In a panic she headed to her long lost friend's last know location, which helped her begin the journey to discovering her powers. As the thirst floods her mind Keri is often found carving at the wood in her pocket as well as applying other attributes to keep the sharp. Good Attributes: easy going, observant, helps those who are in trouble, soft hearted, kind, mostly cool headed, great of getting out of sticky situations, tries to avoid violence, good with different people, loves animals Bad Attributes: sunlight, hatred against any vampire outside the college walls, keeps feelings in check, which let out the outcome is dangerous, for whoever is in her way, cruel manner of speaking, thirst for revenge Secret Word: rebirth Stealth Ring Knight's Shield ] ~Luna had found these last night so all credit goes to her.~ *The Rose is engraved, as well as smaller with no thorns, this one was her mother's sword. The last one was her brother's which is used for decoration rather than fighting. The sword that shares the picture with the Rose one was her father's and the decorations on it is engraved as well for Blood.</s> <|message|>Uicle Uicle Uicle 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." "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. "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." "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. "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. "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.</s> <|message|>Lyn Marik Lyn, Lucilia's office. Lyn 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. When 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. Lyn 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.</s>

<|message|>Keri Wolf Keri 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? The 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. Her 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. When 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.</s>

<|description|>Keri Wolf UserName: Demonic Angel Age: 21. The reason for coming to the college is that she's searching for answers to what is happening to her. Mageblood type: Hydromancy Favoured Magic Class: Aqua Previous Magic training: Novice Race: Vampire Appearance: The young woman is 5'9" tall in height. On her upper half of her body she wears a wooden wolf around her neck which is brought out from her pale skin. Three swords are strapped upon the girl's waist. On her right arm there is a tattoo of a thorn vine, the family crest, that stops just at the bottom of the wrist. The vampire's normal eye color is red but it will switch depending upon her mood or even the topic in which a person wants to know. As an extra she carries around a hunk of wood and a carving knife for something to do. Short Bio: Keri Wolf's childhood was normal and fair. She was the youngest of three siblings all of which was adopted. Keri was the only girl in the family so she was somewhat spoiled by their mother. She grew up with best friend Satori in Djarkel during her childhood so she has experience with her oddness. Growing up she was taught by her father on how to defend herself a little bit with a carving knife when she wasn't helping her family's wood carving. Keri's older brother's were what their mother claimed to be troublemakers. The children all were close to age, a year apart, in fact. They would each take turns going to catch something small to frighten each other to their hearts content. Close as they were as children was soon adults with different attentions on hand. Her oldest was married to a woman just a few days younger, with his first child on the way still being part of the family business. Keri's second oldest was engaged to a woman with a per started family. Her second eldest decided on a clergy life when the attack happened. Keri was easy going as a teenager but was in trouble a lot since she hung around Satori. Not much happened throughout her teen years which are mainly faded from her memories except for one event. On her 21 birthday her family was slaughtered by a nest of vampires. On instinct she fought back not knowing how dangerous her attacker was. Keri never knew, she was bitten on the her right hand, by a vampire until a constant headache to sunlight for the morning hours of the days. In a panic she headed to her long lost friend's last know location, which helped her begin the journey to discovering her powers. As the thirst floods her mind Keri is often found carving at the wood in her pocket as well as applying other attributes to keep the sharp. Good Attributes: easy going, observant, helps those who are in trouble, soft hearted, kind, mostly cool headed, great of getting out of sticky situations, tries to avoid violence, good with different people, loves animals Bad Attributes: sunlight, hatred against any vampire outside the college walls, keeps feelings in check, which let out the outcome is dangerous, for whoever is in her way, cruel manner of speaking, thirst for revenge Secret Word: rebirth Stealth Ring Knight's Shield ] ~Luna had found these last night so all credit goes to her.~ *The Rose is engraved, as well as smaller with no thorns, this one was her mother's sword. The last one was her brother's which is used for decoration rather than fighting. The sword that shares the picture with the Rose one was her father's and the decorations on it is engraved as well for Blood.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak 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. Raising 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. Follow the light!" Ssarak said telepathically to his allies, just to be sure that it was clear.</s> <|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Nox Mission Helena 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. "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?</s> <|message|>Lyn Marik Nox Alignment Ceremony ,@Lucius Cypher, @May, & @Luna The Nitemare snorted and rushed forward. Colette could see the hallways behind it collapsing, each wall falling in on itself and then sucked backwards into a swirling hole. Even the beast seemed terrified at being sucked since it barely reacted to the searing pain of the rapier across its flank or the dagger that nicked its shoulder. Instead it just plowed onward past Colette who crouched down beside a wall to avoid its path. With the last of the party pulled in, the rumble lowered and the exit sealed itself. Now whatever force had collapse the hallway was working on the room itself. Darell, upon spotting it, yelled at the others and gestured for them to follow him across the room. His feet moved quickly toward it while the roof started to crumble from the top and the floor rose to crush whatever came into its path. ~~~|After entering the tunnel|~~~ After entering the tunnel, darkness seemed to swallow them. A pale blue light stretched in the distance and casted everything in an eerie blue as they drew closer with each step. The shifting of the room had ceased the moment they entered the tunnel allowing them all a breather from their harrowing experience. Alert and wired with adrenaline, Darell remained ahead of the others. Every few steps his head whipped about then shifted from one side to the other. Gradually they entered a circular room and at the center was a dark, sinister figure gently running his clawed hands upon the orb. He raised his bird like mask to notice the students then seemed to give an aura of amusement. Uncovering Shadows Lyn, Hysteria (Djarkel) --- Lyn silently cheered when Leith created a small puddle, the water slipping the thief up and caused him to crash into a stone wall. Not surprisingly the man managed to recover and keep on running faster, his pace unfazed by the sudden blow. Cursing under her breath, Lyn pushed her legs faster. The muscles burned and protested, but she ignored them in favor of gaining ground. She naturally jerked to the side to avoid the puddle as it retracted into the air and returned to Leith for additional use. Gradually recovering lost momentum, she parkour over the various crates left abandoned in the street sides while darting around what few bodies were walking within the alleyway. Despite her lithe build and focus on speed, she still couldn't catch him easily and he began to pull away into a dark tunnel. A flicker of movement and a flutter of red hair was revealed before he melted into the crowds. His figure pushed any spectator aside on his path deeper into the people. The moment he reached the crowd, Lyn knew there would be little chance to catch him. She hated herself for her failure to reach the man as she looked about quickly for a high vantage point. To her side was a grey, aged trellis on a nearby wall. Usually they were used for plants but in Djarkel, the cursed land made such things difficult or ugly as only withered vines pitiful clung to the wooden frame now. Carefully she paused then began to scale the trellis toward the building's roof. In moments she was gone, Leith likely the only one that spotted her small rear vanish over the roof's edge. Her eyes spotted the large beam of light that showed their quarry followed by a telepathic message that confirmed it. Not waiting for any of the other students, Lyn darted along the roof's edge at a rapid pace. She managed to keep parallel to their target as she went from one closely packed building to the next with surprising grace, a lesson from her father. 'I'm going to try to get ahead and drop down to a nearby alley to cut him off!' She mentally uttered to Ssarak as she continued onward, her path unhindered by people. Each time she spotted a gap too wide to jump, she reached into her pouch of seeds then flipped out a few vine seeds to create a single tight walk rope to the next roof. Thankfully there wasn't too many gaps while she parkour over the obstructions in her way and pull ahead of the light beam. Diplomacy at Yarosmere Mar, Sansar (Yarsomere): Underground Cave~Unknown Location "I doubt it too. I believe any devout follower would easily tie me up to a wooden post and force me into malice before ending my life. Personally, I have a reason for not wanting that," Mar said in agreement, recalling the Naga tied up on their entrance and how they tortured it until it become a shell of itself, "I've seen more than I can tolerate and want to be away as soon as possible. Since you've got that covered, let's get this over with." Gently Mar moved from her leaned over position on the table edge and followed where she was gestured to. As she was led off to be beaten down, she turned to the nearest individual to warn them, "I'll try not to bite but old habits are hard to break. If you happen to get bitten, it will wear off in a few hours to a day." Without another word, she was lead off as any others finished their questions and lead off.</s> <|message|>Leith Calder Leith Calder Leith chased after the thief, silently cursing his inability to sprint long distances. The trap he made did manage to trip the thief up momentarily and Leith winced at the sound the man's arm made when he hit the wall. Despite that, however, the man continued to run, much to Leith's dismay. Already, a stitch was starting to form in Leith side, and he was starting to gasp in breaths. He wouldn't be able to chase the thief for that much longer, but he could attempt to try something to make it easier to track the man. As the man ran into the tunnel, Leith gathered his water into a rapidly spinning cone and with a swipe of his arm, sent it towards the man's legs. It wasn't big enough to drastically harm the man. It was just enough to draw blood. With his last attempt done, Leith slowed down as he exited the tunnel into the crowd of people enjoying the festivities and braced himself against a nearby wall, catching sight of Lyn scaling up another. Leith took a moment to catch his breath before rejoining the chase, albeit a little slower. Searching the ground for any signs of blood and keeping an eye on the light that pinpointed the location of the thief. --- Darius Jura "If we somehow offend the King, all we can do is hope that the fact that we are from the college grants us some immunity. That is it." Darius answered the snow elf before thinking about her other question. He scratched his cheek lazily as he looked around the room. "We could tell the college that Yarosmere has undergone a revolution and is now a new country and very unstable. We should not offer any aid until it has stabilized. But we have yet to meet the King, and so we have nothing to tell the college yet." With that said, Darius leaned backwards in his chair and rested his feet on the table and got comfortable as he waited for Yolin to return/</s>

<|message|>Keri Wolf Location: Hysteria, Djarkel Mission: Diplomacy Mission The 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. Perhaps 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. In 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. Ssarak'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. "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."</s>

<|description|>Keri Wolf UserName: Demonic Angel Age: 21. The reason for coming to the college is that she's searching for answers to what is happening to her. Mageblood type: Hydromancy Favoured Magic Class: Aqua Previous Magic training: Novice Race: Vampire Appearance: The young woman is 5'9" tall in height. On her upper half of her body she wears a wooden wolf around her neck which is brought out from her pale skin. Three swords are strapped upon the girl's waist. On her right arm there is a tattoo of a thorn vine, the family crest, that stops just at the bottom of the wrist. The vampire's normal eye color is red but it will switch depending upon her mood or even the topic in which a person wants to know. As an extra she carries around a hunk of wood and a carving knife for something to do. Short Bio: Keri Wolf's childhood was normal and fair. She was the youngest of three siblings all of which was adopted. Keri was the only girl in the family so she was somewhat spoiled by their mother. She grew up with best friend Satori in Djarkel during her childhood so she has experience with her oddness. Growing up she was taught by her father on how to defend herself a little bit with a carving knife when she wasn't helping her family's wood carving. Keri's older brother's were what their mother claimed to be troublemakers. The children all were close to age, a year apart, in fact. They would each take turns going to catch something small to frighten each other to their hearts content. Close as they were as children was soon adults with different attentions on hand. Her oldest was married to a woman just a few days younger, with his first child on the way still being part of the family business. Keri's second oldest was engaged to a woman with a per started family. Her second eldest decided on a clergy life when the attack happened. Keri was easy going as a teenager but was in trouble a lot since she hung around Satori. Not much happened throughout her teen years which are mainly faded from her memories except for one event. On her 21 birthday her family was slaughtered by a nest of vampires. On instinct she fought back not knowing how dangerous her attacker was. Keri never knew, she was bitten on the her right hand, by a vampire until a constant headache to sunlight for the morning hours of the days. In a panic she headed to her long lost friend's last know location, which helped her begin the journey to discovering her powers. As the thirst floods her mind Keri is often found carving at the wood in her pocket as well as applying other attributes to keep the sharp. Good Attributes: easy going, observant, helps those who are in trouble, soft hearted, kind, mostly cool headed, great of getting out of sticky situations, tries to avoid violence, good with different people, loves animals Bad Attributes: sunlight, hatred against any vampire outside the college walls, keeps feelings in check, which let out the outcome is dangerous, for whoever is in her way, cruel manner of speaking, thirst for revenge Secret Word: rebirth Stealth Ring Knight's Shield ] ~Luna had found these last night so all credit goes to her.~ *The Rose is engraved, as well as smaller with no thorns, this one was her mother's sword. The last one was her brother's which is used for decoration rather than fighting. The sword that shares the picture with the Rose one was her father's and the decorations on it is engraved as well for Blood.</s> <|message|>Henri Larue SNAP That sound was the worst thing Henri could possibly hear at that moment. He didn't even need to look to understand what happened. Lyn wasn't able to hold the orc anymore. The time was now. Henri had to do something that second, otherwise she would simply cut him down with her machete. Hastily proceeding to the second part of his 'plan' Henri jerked her arm and shifted his weight to knock her down, but he wasn't expecting her to throw herself backwards as well. With a heavy impact, Henri fell to the ground, his back hitting the roof with full force making him let out a pained gasp and loosing his grasp at the woman for a second. But that was all that she needed, grabbing Henri's leg with a renewed vigor, she tried to break his leg with a tight grasp. Henri would already dead only if wasn't for the fact that she had dropped her weapons. There wasn't much more to do, Henri was completely out of strength, he was tired, his muscles protested every time he moved and he was almost passing out due to his hunger. Lyn was not in a good state as well, the spell she used drained her completely. But once again, lady luck smiled to Henri once more as a loud voice coming from somewhere said that it was time to retreat. "We will meet again… and next time, you will die." The orc woman said, already up and rushing towards the edge of the roof. "Next... time, I won't be... tired, hungry and thirsty..." Henri said, breathing heavily, almost passing out, but still with a provocative smile on his face. "I'll surely look forward to our next... dance." He said, kneeling on the ground and trying to get up as the orc woman fled the roof. Lyn and Henri were safe... for now. But Henri was in a bad state. Probably worse than Lyn. Even if he tried to get up, his legs didn't have enough strength to even sustain her own weight, and his vision was getting blurry and dark. Even though he fought to keep his eyes open, his body was simply too tired... "Lyn... We might have a... small problem...." He said, with an awkward smile on his face, blinking his eyes and trying to focus on her, but he only saw a big blur on the place where Lyn should be. "Going to the college on foot and not packing any... Provisions, might not have been the brightest idea..." He said, leaning to the side and falling on the ground. Before his vision went dark, the last thing he could see was a man getting out of a hatch on the roof with a pair of wings on his back. Together with the strange winged being, he could smell and see a pillar of smoke getting out of the hatch. "Hey... Angel... The 'old man' will get mad at you... if he sees you 'down there'." Henri said with a chuckle and a mischievous smile, making a joke about the stranger's aspect before his vision went completely black... @EliteCommander</s> <|message|>Leith Calder Leith Calder The 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. It 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. "Oh hey, the box." Leith 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. Oh, fun.</s> <|message|>Alaira Taenn Alaira Taenn After 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. And 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. Alaira 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...?"</s>

<|message|>Keri Wolf 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. Keri'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. A 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. His expression darkened. A 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. With 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. The 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. By 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. By 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. She 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!"</s>

<|description|>Helena Axford UserName: May Age: 18 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pryormancy Previous Magic training: She's done some reading, but no real training. So a somewhat read novice. Race: Human Appearance: On the lower end of average height, fair skinned, freckled and bispecteled. Bright green eyes set in a a face that might be a little too pretty for her own good, with a smile that can easily throw you off (though not always in the best of ways). Athleticly slim. Shoulder length wavey red hair often tied back when working, but left free otherwise. A slew of piercings, mostly in her ears, though she's got a ring through her right nostril as well as a few other body piercings. A fire colored tattoo of a phoenix around her right wrist, a heraldic lion on her right hip and lower back, and a outline of a peacock across her shoulder blades with just the head colored in so far. Bio: Third child of seven, of her father's at least, she was raised around a large extended family in Port Slaughter. Not all of this family was blood. Her father, along with assorted family members where caught up, unsurprisingly, in business of less than legal nature. Her life was comfortable enough, even if not spared all the darkness of the city around them. She lived mostly with her mother, though it was not uncommon for her to spend time at either her oldest brother's home with his mother or with her father and his wife and her younger siblings, and on other occasions at the place her aunt shared with one of her uncle's. Despite what might have been awkward, the separate units were all very happy with the set up. Aside from her older sister's mother who kept the girl away from the rest of them for very petty reasons (her father refusing to marry her). The rest of them though seemed to have no problem with everyone else involved. Though her father loved all his children, it wasn't too terribly difficult to tell that Helena was his favorite. There was some tension with her younger sister's the most, but Helena did all she could to defuse the tension with them. Which worked mostly well, though there's still occasion where things are awkward with the girls. Despite the seven years between them, she was closet with her eldest brother, him being the elder of the two of them. It was easy to bound being the the ones who didn't have other siblings at home with their mother's. They bonded quickly as children, he treating her half like a brother and rough housing with her without problems and also being very much her big brother and being super over protective of her. Even as they grew older they were very close and Helena could often be found tagging along after him, no matter what trouble he was getting into. Her mother took ill when she was about thirteen, and no matter what they did, the healers they saught out, could save her from her fate, only lessen her suffering. It was a malignant growth in her brain. It was too big, too advance when they found it to much about it that wouldn't also hurt her mother to do. They just treated what they could and eased her pain. When she was fifteen her mother finally passed, leaving her to become fully emersed in her father's less than legal business. Expanding her already questionable skill set. Most girls her age weren't well taught in the art of beating a man up well, but Helena was. But the stress of everything didn't wear well on the normally hot tempered girl and something in her snapped. And she lit a man on fire who was trying a little too hard and not taking a no for an answer. It had happened so quickly, she wasn't for sure when it started. He was up in her face, being grabby and just generally too fresh. She said no, over and over, and he wouldn't take a hint. Helena tried backing away, but he followed closely, grabbing her wrist painfully and pulling her in hard against him. She grabbed his wrist with her right hand, and just thinking about how much she wanted to hurt him the way he'd done her was enough. She felt the heat in her hand, but it was a distant thing, no pain for her. But soon enough he was gasping and trying to pull out of her grasp. But she didn't let go, even as the smell of burning flesh came to her nose, the smoke curling out from under her hand as the small flames licked at his arm. He was screaming and the whole tavern was staring at them in utter, totally silent, shock by the time she passed out. Thankfully she was not alone at the time and once she'd passed out, she was taken home. When she came too she was disoriented and couldn't remember what had happened. He'd live, even if he would have an ugly scar as a reminder of what had happened for the rest of his life. When they told her, she was both horrified and rather excited about the prospect of lighting not human things on fire in the future. Helena worked on and off for her father's boss when they had need of her. She helped het father and uncle with intimidation, which worked well as news of what had happened in the tavern spread. She never really asked what it was that her older brother did for the gang, she never really bothered to question too deeply what it was the gang did in general. They moved stuff, she knew, getting things for other people as they requested. She just helped make sure that no one really got hurt by threatening to hurt them if they tried. But she was untrained and it was often dangerous for her. And others. And other property. She read what she could, mages not being totally uncommon in her family, but it had been a few years since any had studied, most of them left their powers rather ignored as long as it wasn't harmful to anyone. But without more directed training, her old man feared she burn herself out. So at eighteen he insisted rather forcefully that she seek out someone to teach her, even if that meant going away to the college. And so she did. Even if she had to have her boyfriend drag her there. Good Attributes: Passionate. Loyal. Determined. Hard working. She doesn't give up easily and will work until the job is done. You'd be hard pressed to get her away from a problem. Artistically inclined. She loves paintings and reading. But on top of that she isn't too horrible of an artist herself, she's just never dedicated too much of her time on it sadly. Athletic. She spent a lot of her childhood running around with the boys. And with boys much older than her. So she had to keep up with them. She's grown out of playing ball games with them, but she can outrun most of them now that she's bigger, despite being smaller than a lot of them. Bad Attributes: Hot tempered, stubborn, occasionally prone to brawling. Which is a terrible combination. She'll take on fights that she's not always so sure about winning simply because she's reached the point of boiling a little too fast. And she doesn't back down easily either. She's also a bit of a white Knight and will sometimes jump to the rescue of someone she sees as weaker or in need. It's frankly a miracle that she's not had more broken bones in her life. While a questionable bad skill, she generally good a typical Rouge things. Lock picking, persuasion (mostly by flirting and using her physical charms), and being sneaky. They're good for her work, but not really the best things to know. She often uses for personal gain, getting things for free with no intention of returning the favor that she so heavily hinted at to whoever she was getting the thing from. Which has lead to more than one fight. She also frequently finds herself getting drinks for free, more than she should drink. But that doesn't stop her from accepting them and drinking them. Which totally isn't a problem she swesrs. It isn't like she can't live without a drink. At least not there yet. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Tyrael Marchosias (His current alias), Karnage Urabrask Vorinclex (His true full name), Master Demonology Professor (College Title), Forge Master (Occupation Title) Tyrael Marchosias The Ridge Hounds fell, one-by-one, as the students fought them to the last. Aramir was the last one to fight against the survivors, but when she was stunned, the Ridge Hound who was lunging at her continued to do so, even as it was stunned in midair. Despite this however, it still managed to land on the Snow Elf and was going to shred her apart in it's fury. Or would have, had a blade not emerged from the monster's head, dripping vicious sticky blood on the elf. Standing over her was a demonic entity, a creature from the depths of the Inferno. It was Tyrael, albeit... Changed. Unlike before he looked relatively "Normal", yet this was obviously not his usual form. Tossing the dead Ridge Hound away the demonomancy teacher spoke quietly, almost frighteningly so. "This mission has been a disaster. Take the students back to the surface. Now." As he spoke, his Threshold Guardian was making his appearance, if the sound of him dragging his massive body wasn't enough to alert the others. He completely blocked off one of the tunnels, and on the other side were his amorphous demons, though they were hidden. They would reveal themselves however, if anyone tried to go in that direction. The only other path that didn't have a demon was the one Tyrael was on. And as he stepped forward, each stepped changed the catacombs around him. The grey stone and walls vanished into an open area that had floating stones in the skies, but the landscape was desolate. The husks of trees in the background indicated that this place was once a civilization, but not only tentacled monstrosities wander in the distance, oblivious to the students, demonomancer, and others. But depite what people could see in the distance, there was also a distinct border where the this strange realm and the physical realm met. Most of the students were on one side, while Ssarak, Grey, the nagas, and the shapeshifter were on the other. Despite the appearance of this place, this part of the Inferno Realm. And the only reason that no one else caught in the realm was not petrified and turned to dust, as this realm often will do to outsiders, was because of Tyrael's magic. Even Baulder and Colette's demonomancer would barely be enough to save themselves, let alone anyone else. But Tyrael was giving everyone a chance to leave. Everyone but the nagas and the shapeshifter. "I will deal with the naga, and this new threat. Take the wounded and leave this place." Tyrael spoke calmly, almost serene. This was unlike the roar of blood and anger that had previously echoed through the halls. But it was obvious that he wasn't here to talk. He just wanted the students gone. The fact that he was manifesting the Inferno here, a powerful but draining magical technique, should make it obvious that he was not holding back. Anyone who chose to be his enemy right now would face him at his strongest, in his domain. He only had one mercy to give. The students will have to use it wisely.</s> <|message|>"Scarred hand", "Midnight", Baulder Baulder, Catacombs Baulder could only keep his field of vision on the Naga now, even that though was quickly closing. He had the field of view of a large bowl now, but he could tell that it was going to get smaller from there too. As he was making his way to the Naga with blade still outstreched he looked beyond the Naga and saw a massive wall of flesh begin to take up the hallway. Either Tyrael had finally arrived, or the Inferno had opened itself into the catacombs. Baulder began to believe the latter as he turn around himself while John propped him up. The walls we becoming deceptively larger and beginning to open up into what he could only presume was the Inferno. We figured this was a possibility. Baulder found himself in solemn agreeance with the fact that he was likely to die now. If only he could give him more time, maybe he would find him. As Baulder collapsed to his knees and John began to fade away Baulder reached out to his fading demon and then he was gone. Baulder tried to get himself up, even sheathing his blade to try and stand but he only succeeded in landing on his hands and knees again. Baulder decided to lean back on his knees and pivoting his foot to touch the ground so that he was stable. He looked back at the leading edge of the Inferno that was coming towards him and he realized that right next to him was a bipedal demon. "Demon.." Baulder coughed hard for a moment then turned back to the demon "I do not know if you are of the masters brood or... maybe you are him. Find Tyrael, tell him.... I failed... there were so many of them.... we killed so many of them.... couldn't..... get to them. We tried Tyrael, we could not accomplish your orders. We are..... sorry for that." Baulder suddenly went limp and face planted forwards into a ridgehound body. Through Baulder's pinhole of vision he was able to see the demon continue moving past him. Baulder had failed him, Baulder was undeserving of his mercy.</s>

<|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Lyn's Hunt There was a breath of relief when the knife found its home not in the leg of one of people she was trying to help. Her father would be proud that she'd done so well. And she'd been right that it wouldn't kill anything, but she'd hurt and distracted something successfully. Even if the distraction had brought attention directly to her now. And now what was she to do? She should have really thought this through a bit better. Because now she was going to get hurt. Glancing at the others to make sure that things were balanced at the very least. Or ideally tilted in their favor. But nothing ever went ideally easily, it took work to get there. She drew the slightly bigger blade from its home on her belt. She held it in her hands with a practiced ease. Fire was the newer thing for her. Her father had been teaching her how to fight and use a blade since she was a very young girl. She'd never taken on something like this, so she hoped she could handle this. There was one coming right at her. But he flickered out of sight and she lost it for a moment. Well great, she thought with a panic growing in her chest. Taking a deep breath again she closed her eyes for just a moment to slow down the panic. When she opened them again a minute later she noticed the shifting grass. "Got you," She said with a quietly barked laugh. Perhaps she'd not die at the very least. Crouching lower, she shifted her bag slowly down until it war on the ground, she kicked it back towards the trees stop she hopefully wouldn't trip over it in the fight. Gripping the blade tighter she went for the spot where she thought the cosh would be, hopefully going for the flank of the thing and avoiding the teeth as much as possible. But without being able to see it, she was almost sure that she'd be clenched down on at some point.</s>

<|description|>Helena Axford UserName: May Age: 18 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pryormancy Previous Magic training: She's done some reading, but no real training. So a somewhat read novice. Race: Human Appearance: On the lower end of average height, fair skinned, freckled and bispecteled. Bright green eyes set in a a face that might be a little too pretty for her own good, with a smile that can easily throw you off (though not always in the best of ways). Athleticly slim. Shoulder length wavey red hair often tied back when working, but left free otherwise. A slew of piercings, mostly in her ears, though she's got a ring through her right nostril as well as a few other body piercings. A fire colored tattoo of a phoenix around her right wrist, a heraldic lion on her right hip and lower back, and a outline of a peacock across her shoulder blades with just the head colored in so far. Bio: Third child of seven, of her father's at least, she was raised around a large extended family in Port Slaughter. Not all of this family was blood. Her father, along with assorted family members where caught up, unsurprisingly, in business of less than legal nature. Her life was comfortable enough, even if not spared all the darkness of the city around them. She lived mostly with her mother, though it was not uncommon for her to spend time at either her oldest brother's home with his mother or with her father and his wife and her younger siblings, and on other occasions at the place her aunt shared with one of her uncle's. Despite what might have been awkward, the separate units were all very happy with the set up. Aside from her older sister's mother who kept the girl away from the rest of them for very petty reasons (her father refusing to marry her). The rest of them though seemed to have no problem with everyone else involved. Though her father loved all his children, it wasn't too terribly difficult to tell that Helena was his favorite. There was some tension with her younger sister's the most, but Helena did all she could to defuse the tension with them. Which worked mostly well, though there's still occasion where things are awkward with the girls. Despite the seven years between them, she was closet with her eldest brother, him being the elder of the two of them. It was easy to bound being the the ones who didn't have other siblings at home with their mother's. They bonded quickly as children, he treating her half like a brother and rough housing with her without problems and also being very much her big brother and being super over protective of her. Even as they grew older they were very close and Helena could often be found tagging along after him, no matter what trouble he was getting into. Her mother took ill when she was about thirteen, and no matter what they did, the healers they saught out, could save her from her fate, only lessen her suffering. It was a malignant growth in her brain. It was too big, too advance when they found it to much about it that wouldn't also hurt her mother to do. They just treated what they could and eased her pain. When she was fifteen her mother finally passed, leaving her to become fully emersed in her father's less than legal business. Expanding her already questionable skill set. Most girls her age weren't well taught in the art of beating a man up well, but Helena was. But the stress of everything didn't wear well on the normally hot tempered girl and something in her snapped. And she lit a man on fire who was trying a little too hard and not taking a no for an answer. It had happened so quickly, she wasn't for sure when it started. He was up in her face, being grabby and just generally too fresh. She said no, over and over, and he wouldn't take a hint. Helena tried backing away, but he followed closely, grabbing her wrist painfully and pulling her in hard against him. She grabbed his wrist with her right hand, and just thinking about how much she wanted to hurt him the way he'd done her was enough. She felt the heat in her hand, but it was a distant thing, no pain for her. But soon enough he was gasping and trying to pull out of her grasp. But she didn't let go, even as the smell of burning flesh came to her nose, the smoke curling out from under her hand as the small flames licked at his arm. He was screaming and the whole tavern was staring at them in utter, totally silent, shock by the time she passed out. Thankfully she was not alone at the time and once she'd passed out, she was taken home. When she came too she was disoriented and couldn't remember what had happened. He'd live, even if he would have an ugly scar as a reminder of what had happened for the rest of his life. When they told her, she was both horrified and rather excited about the prospect of lighting not human things on fire in the future. Helena worked on and off for her father's boss when they had need of her. She helped het father and uncle with intimidation, which worked well as news of what had happened in the tavern spread. She never really asked what it was that her older brother did for the gang, she never really bothered to question too deeply what it was the gang did in general. They moved stuff, she knew, getting things for other people as they requested. She just helped make sure that no one really got hurt by threatening to hurt them if they tried. But she was untrained and it was often dangerous for her. And others. And other property. She read what she could, mages not being totally uncommon in her family, but it had been a few years since any had studied, most of them left their powers rather ignored as long as it wasn't harmful to anyone. But without more directed training, her old man feared she burn herself out. So at eighteen he insisted rather forcefully that she seek out someone to teach her, even if that meant going away to the college. And so she did. Even if she had to have her boyfriend drag her there. Good Attributes: Passionate. Loyal. Determined. Hard working. She doesn't give up easily and will work until the job is done. You'd be hard pressed to get her away from a problem. Artistically inclined. She loves paintings and reading. But on top of that she isn't too horrible of an artist herself, she's just never dedicated too much of her time on it sadly. Athletic. She spent a lot of her childhood running around with the boys. And with boys much older than her. So she had to keep up with them. She's grown out of playing ball games with them, but she can outrun most of them now that she's bigger, despite being smaller than a lot of them. Bad Attributes: Hot tempered, stubborn, occasionally prone to brawling. Which is a terrible combination. She'll take on fights that she's not always so sure about winning simply because she's reached the point of boiling a little too fast. And she doesn't back down easily either. She's also a bit of a white Knight and will sometimes jump to the rescue of someone she sees as weaker or in need. It's frankly a miracle that she's not had more broken bones in her life. While a questionable bad skill, she generally good a typical Rouge things. Lock picking, persuasion (mostly by flirting and using her physical charms), and being sneaky. They're good for her work, but not really the best things to know. She often uses for personal gain, getting things for free with no intention of returning the favor that she so heavily hinted at to whoever she was getting the thing from. Which has lead to more than one fight. She also frequently finds herself getting drinks for free, more than she should drink. But that doesn't stop her from accepting them and drinking them. Which totally isn't a problem she swesrs. It isn't like she can't live without a drink. At least not there yet. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Keri Wolf Keri Wolf Lyn's Hunt After shifting to the side a few feet she now had a clear line of sight on the beast's front and right side. She once more took aim as Deven began to clear the distance, taking in a calm and steady breath she lined up her shot and let loose aiming for the beasts neck. The slash wasn't deep enough to cause any serious damage to the beast. Keri's claws had torn the skin as well as into the tendon allowing another way to track the Alpha. That was if it ever decided to turn invisible once again. Crimson dripped to the ground forcing loose blades of grass to stick to her hand. Somehow the vampire had rolled past on of the places the creature had dug into. This wasn't a huge surprise considering they seemed to stay put where the monster had tossed her. At least the attack had been repaid. The girl stayed in a crouch as she turned. She spotted were the slash was as it howled in pain. In truth it had worked better than she thought though the outcome was a bit... Disappointing. Now it was crumpled towards the ground, as if the human smacked it on the noise like a dog. The wound was leaking crimson causing the grey grass underneath turn red faster and time for someone else to attack. This was a win-win in her book though the young woman wasn't quite done with the thing. But it was best to wrap this up and help out the others. "Eyes on me you big bastard!" Being said caused Keri to notice the Cosh's attention turn towards the screaming moron. It was rather strange not having it's undivided attention now but a welcomed distraction none the less. Most people in these students position would high tail it out of here yet here they all were trying to finish this hellish day." I suppose it's time to get to work before this idiot gets himself killed. I just hope Annabeth managed to get to the college alright with Lyn. As well as Mar being alright. Otherwise this may end up as a horrible day." "Damn" was said from a woman. At least to the vampire." I take that back. Apparently these two seem to be having a rather off day." Keri took out her sword from it's holder. Crouching down while turning her head towards where the voice sounded from. Once the arrow was released. The young woman waited until it was halfway towards the target before running at angle to the opposite side. Keri slashed at it's head then took a few steps back afterwards.</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak's flight to the hunting grounds was not a long one. The hunt had not ranged exceptionally far from the college, and Ssarak did not have to deal with any obstacles along the way. In fact, the wind was even in his favor. Once he reached the right area, he started to fly in a search pattern low over the trees, keeping his sharp eyes and mind attentively searching for any hint of where the others could be, Meirin in particular. Fortunately, it did not take long for him to begin picking up on the thoughts of those below. Perhaps it was due to luck, or the fact that he was searching specifically for her thoughts, but Ssarak managed to isolate what was unmistakably Meirin's mind. It gave him an immediate sense of relief to feel her presence, but it was followed quickly by a wave of worry due to the nature of her thoughts. She was unmistakably in a fight. With a combination of the images Ssarak could glean from Meirin's mind, the strength of her thoughts as he flew, and simple keen eyesight, Ssarak managed to hone in on her position. The magic she was using was hardly subtle, so he could easily spot it beneath him. Annabeth had described the group as having been attacked by mages and monsters, so Ssarak had not expected to find Meirin fighting a fully armored knight, but it was of no matter. Ssarak knew not why the group had been attacked at all, but he did not care about the identify of this knight, or his motivations. All that mattered to him was that he was in a fight with Meirin, so he was an enemy of Ssarak's as well. Ssarak drew his sword, then turned it around to grab it firmly by the blade in both hands. With a simple telepathic command, he dulled the edged and increased the weight of his sword's hilt to give it the same weight and balance as a mace. Against a heavily armored opponent, it would be far more effective than if used as a sword. As Ssarak swooped down to begin his attack, he noticed that the knight was moving away from Meirin, as if he were ignoring here. Again, it was no matter; he would give him something to pay attention to. With the boost from his dive, Ssarak matched Meirin's speed, flying directly above her with his eyes trained on the knight just ahead of them. Ssarak intended to strike him in the back of the head, or if he attempted to dodge, the upper back. With the weight of his weapon, and the momentum of his flight, it would not be a light hit if it connected.</s>

<|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Lyn's Hunt She pulled her blade free and cleaned it off on the bottom of her shirt before putting it back in its sheath on her hip. "Yeah, still one more of those things. But it seems relatively well in hand," she said, turning as the elf addressed her, blinking a little too try and get him more in focus without her glasses. After a second she gave up and just faced the slightly fuzzy shape of him and nodded her head some. She could patch herself up too, but it would be harder given it was her arm, even more so because it was her dominant arm that was hurt. "My name's Helena," she went on as he worked on her arm, looking him over now that he was close enough. His work would need to be done over again, but he was right about stopping the bleeding now. Even if she didn't do more fighting, there was still danger of her bleeding out. The girl was already calm. She may not have fought a lot of beats in her time, but she'd been in her share of fights before, and now that the immediate threat to her life had passed she wasn't panicked anymore. Even if her heart was beating fast with the adrenaline of it all and she could feel the tingle of the fire inside her. And though she was calm, that didn't stop the small gasps and sharp intakes of air and grumbled curses as he worked on her arm. It was painful being bit, and continued to be so for quite some time it seemed. But she shouldn't expect it to just go away. Helena kept looking around past him, trying to find her glasses without them was difficult. She couldn't see clearly very far, and she could hear more fighting nearby. But she couldn't see enough to tell her newfound companion about what was going on around them while he focused. "I honestly can't see very well," She said with no hint of the impairment that the elf had in her voice. "You haven't happened to have happened on my glasses on your way over here?" Helena asked as she pulled her arm back from his work now that he was finished.</s>

<|description|>Helena Axford UserName: May Age: 18 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pryormancy Previous Magic training: She's done some reading, but no real training. So a somewhat read novice. Race: Human Appearance: On the lower end of average height, fair skinned, freckled and bispecteled. Bright green eyes set in a a face that might be a little too pretty for her own good, with a smile that can easily throw you off (though not always in the best of ways). Athleticly slim. Shoulder length wavey red hair often tied back when working, but left free otherwise. A slew of piercings, mostly in her ears, though she's got a ring through her right nostril as well as a few other body piercings. A fire colored tattoo of a phoenix around her right wrist, a heraldic lion on her right hip and lower back, and a outline of a peacock across her shoulder blades with just the head colored in so far. Bio: Third child of seven, of her father's at least, she was raised around a large extended family in Port Slaughter. Not all of this family was blood. Her father, along with assorted family members where caught up, unsurprisingly, in business of less than legal nature. Her life was comfortable enough, even if not spared all the darkness of the city around them. She lived mostly with her mother, though it was not uncommon for her to spend time at either her oldest brother's home with his mother or with her father and his wife and her younger siblings, and on other occasions at the place her aunt shared with one of her uncle's. Despite what might have been awkward, the separate units were all very happy with the set up. Aside from her older sister's mother who kept the girl away from the rest of them for very petty reasons (her father refusing to marry her). The rest of them though seemed to have no problem with everyone else involved. Though her father loved all his children, it wasn't too terribly difficult to tell that Helena was his favorite. There was some tension with her younger sister's the most, but Helena did all she could to defuse the tension with them. Which worked mostly well, though there's still occasion where things are awkward with the girls. Despite the seven years between them, she was closet with her eldest brother, him being the elder of the two of them. It was easy to bound being the the ones who didn't have other siblings at home with their mother's. They bonded quickly as children, he treating her half like a brother and rough housing with her without problems and also being very much her big brother and being super over protective of her. Even as they grew older they were very close and Helena could often be found tagging along after him, no matter what trouble he was getting into. Her mother took ill when she was about thirteen, and no matter what they did, the healers they saught out, could save her from her fate, only lessen her suffering. It was a malignant growth in her brain. It was too big, too advance when they found it to much about it that wouldn't also hurt her mother to do. They just treated what they could and eased her pain. When she was fifteen her mother finally passed, leaving her to become fully emersed in her father's less than legal business. Expanding her already questionable skill set. Most girls her age weren't well taught in the art of beating a man up well, but Helena was. But the stress of everything didn't wear well on the normally hot tempered girl and something in her snapped. And she lit a man on fire who was trying a little too hard and not taking a no for an answer. It had happened so quickly, she wasn't for sure when it started. He was up in her face, being grabby and just generally too fresh. She said no, over and over, and he wouldn't take a hint. Helena tried backing away, but he followed closely, grabbing her wrist painfully and pulling her in hard against him. She grabbed his wrist with her right hand, and just thinking about how much she wanted to hurt him the way he'd done her was enough. She felt the heat in her hand, but it was a distant thing, no pain for her. But soon enough he was gasping and trying to pull out of her grasp. But she didn't let go, even as the smell of burning flesh came to her nose, the smoke curling out from under her hand as the small flames licked at his arm. He was screaming and the whole tavern was staring at them in utter, totally silent, shock by the time she passed out. Thankfully she was not alone at the time and once she'd passed out, she was taken home. When she came too she was disoriented and couldn't remember what had happened. He'd live, even if he would have an ugly scar as a reminder of what had happened for the rest of his life. When they told her, she was both horrified and rather excited about the prospect of lighting not human things on fire in the future. Helena worked on and off for her father's boss when they had need of her. She helped het father and uncle with intimidation, which worked well as news of what had happened in the tavern spread. She never really asked what it was that her older brother did for the gang, she never really bothered to question too deeply what it was the gang did in general. They moved stuff, she knew, getting things for other people as they requested. She just helped make sure that no one really got hurt by threatening to hurt them if they tried. But she was untrained and it was often dangerous for her. And others. And other property. She read what she could, mages not being totally uncommon in her family, but it had been a few years since any had studied, most of them left their powers rather ignored as long as it wasn't harmful to anyone. But without more directed training, her old man feared she burn herself out. So at eighteen he insisted rather forcefully that she seek out someone to teach her, even if that meant going away to the college. And so she did. Even if she had to have her boyfriend drag her there. Good Attributes: Passionate. Loyal. Determined. Hard working. She doesn't give up easily and will work until the job is done. You'd be hard pressed to get her away from a problem. Artistically inclined. She loves paintings and reading. But on top of that she isn't too horrible of an artist herself, she's just never dedicated too much of her time on it sadly. Athletic. She spent a lot of her childhood running around with the boys. And with boys much older than her. So she had to keep up with them. She's grown out of playing ball games with them, but she can outrun most of them now that she's bigger, despite being smaller than a lot of them. Bad Attributes: Hot tempered, stubborn, occasionally prone to brawling. Which is a terrible combination. She'll take on fights that she's not always so sure about winning simply because she's reached the point of boiling a little too fast. And she doesn't back down easily either. She's also a bit of a white Knight and will sometimes jump to the rescue of someone she sees as weaker or in need. It's frankly a miracle that she's not had more broken bones in her life. While a questionable bad skill, she generally good a typical Rouge things. Lock picking, persuasion (mostly by flirting and using her physical charms), and being sneaky. They're good for her work, but not really the best things to know. She often uses for personal gain, getting things for free with no intention of returning the favor that she so heavily hinted at to whoever she was getting the thing from. Which has lead to more than one fight. She also frequently finds herself getting drinks for free, more than she should drink. But that doesn't stop her from accepting them and drinking them. Which totally isn't a problem she swesrs. It isn't like she can't live without a drink. At least not there yet. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- The 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. It 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. Ssarak 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.</s> <|message|>Lyn Marik Uncovering Shadows Lyn, Hysteria (Djarkel) Lyn's hand pressed against the intricately decorated frame, then pushed the wood forward. It creaked open into the sounds of music, sight of ambling bodies, and suffocating atmosphere. The cursed landscape gave away to the illusion within the party causing her to pause and her mind filled by the sense of being out of her element. Psychomancers were feared for a reason. She recalled the tales from Satori over their abilities, ranging between the defenses she was taught to the strengths they had compared to other blood magics, drawing her doubt over her ability for this mission. 'No, stop that, Lyn chided herself as she inhaled, then pushed the door more. Gingerly, she stepped into the colorful scenery once more and moved toward Keri casually. Any reminding thoughts about the handkerchief clutched in her fist, her fingers curled and crinkled the surface's scribbled surface. Her wards flickered with strength through the holes of carefully selected childhood memories were still present. It required continual focus to sense when other edges of her ward holes were being poked or prodded. She swayed her face about to scan the crowd vaguely. The new atmosphere warped about her and seemed to push in toward, her heart leapt in caution. Her soles prickled from the chill across the glass floor, the delicate vines and flowers protecting her slightly. Pushing farther into the room, Lyn's eyes searched for her companions and quickly spotted Keri being the nearest one. As the hybrid drew nearer, her expression crunched up in confusion when she saw Keri immediately down one of the offered cups causing her feet to draw to a slower pace. Her eyes darted down to the handkerchief then looked around through the crowds, noting the behavior of a few within the general area. It took her several moments but she located a possible source. She suspected it might've been one of the Psychomancers, her figure drew closer to investigate. She came to a halt at the nearest table, its top filled with several blood filled goblets, rare meats, and some pretty flowers shimmering with a crystal gloss. On closer inspection, Lyn was amused to find it was merely an illusion when she gently touched one of the pretty ones to 'admire' it. Her attention however edged over to her target. It was obvious he wasn't listening, his words darted hopelessly against the subject and seemed to frustrate his conversational partner. Testing a theory, Lyn eyed Keri from the corner of her sight then casted a spell of growth upon the flowers, her body stepped away casually. The flower bloomed and extended upright, a small narrow stem branched from the vase. It trailed down the surface then crept to the edge nearest the sneaky bastard's back. With precision and quick movement, the whip like stem sprouts thorns then lashed out across the rear intending to rip the finery before it retracted back into the vase. Hopefully, unseen.</s>

<|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Nox Mission Helena didn't really have a chance to hear if he'd replied any before the ground was shifting and everything was changing and her and Althalus went tumbling back the way she'd come from, landing heavily on top of someone else. She had of course, barely had time to grab her glasses before things had gone literally sideways, so thankfully they were saved from being broken or lost in the tumble. So she was wearing them when she looked down at the nice face of Annabeth underneath her. Sadly, she wasn't as soft with the armor on. "You okay?" she asked, pushing up on her hands some to hover above the other girl. She was fine, just kinda sore from being slid around and such. "Althalus?" she called over her shoulder, looking for the other man, to make sure he was with them still. "Collette?" she went on, looking for the other girl as well.</s>

<|description|>Helena Axford UserName: May Age: 18 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pryormancy Previous Magic training: She's done some reading, but no real training. So a somewhat read novice. Race: Human Appearance: On the lower end of average height, fair skinned, freckled and bispecteled. Bright green eyes set in a a face that might be a little too pretty for her own good, with a smile that can easily throw you off (though not always in the best of ways). Athleticly slim. Shoulder length wavey red hair often tied back when working, but left free otherwise. A slew of piercings, mostly in her ears, though she's got a ring through her right nostril as well as a few other body piercings. A fire colored tattoo of a phoenix around her right wrist, a heraldic lion on her right hip and lower back, and a outline of a peacock across her shoulder blades with just the head colored in so far. Bio: Third child of seven, of her father's at least, she was raised around a large extended family in Port Slaughter. Not all of this family was blood. Her father, along with assorted family members where caught up, unsurprisingly, in business of less than legal nature. Her life was comfortable enough, even if not spared all the darkness of the city around them. She lived mostly with her mother, though it was not uncommon for her to spend time at either her oldest brother's home with his mother or with her father and his wife and her younger siblings, and on other occasions at the place her aunt shared with one of her uncle's. Despite what might have been awkward, the separate units were all very happy with the set up. Aside from her older sister's mother who kept the girl away from the rest of them for very petty reasons (her father refusing to marry her). The rest of them though seemed to have no problem with everyone else involved. Though her father loved all his children, it wasn't too terribly difficult to tell that Helena was his favorite. There was some tension with her younger sister's the most, but Helena did all she could to defuse the tension with them. Which worked mostly well, though there's still occasion where things are awkward with the girls. Despite the seven years between them, she was closet with her eldest brother, him being the elder of the two of them. It was easy to bound being the the ones who didn't have other siblings at home with their mother's. They bonded quickly as children, he treating her half like a brother and rough housing with her without problems and also being very much her big brother and being super over protective of her. Even as they grew older they were very close and Helena could often be found tagging along after him, no matter what trouble he was getting into. Her mother took ill when she was about thirteen, and no matter what they did, the healers they saught out, could save her from her fate, only lessen her suffering. It was a malignant growth in her brain. It was too big, too advance when they found it to much about it that wouldn't also hurt her mother to do. They just treated what they could and eased her pain. When she was fifteen her mother finally passed, leaving her to become fully emersed in her father's less than legal business. Expanding her already questionable skill set. Most girls her age weren't well taught in the art of beating a man up well, but Helena was. But the stress of everything didn't wear well on the normally hot tempered girl and something in her snapped. And she lit a man on fire who was trying a little too hard and not taking a no for an answer. It had happened so quickly, she wasn't for sure when it started. He was up in her face, being grabby and just generally too fresh. She said no, over and over, and he wouldn't take a hint. Helena tried backing away, but he followed closely, grabbing her wrist painfully and pulling her in hard against him. She grabbed his wrist with her right hand, and just thinking about how much she wanted to hurt him the way he'd done her was enough. She felt the heat in her hand, but it was a distant thing, no pain for her. But soon enough he was gasping and trying to pull out of her grasp. But she didn't let go, even as the smell of burning flesh came to her nose, the smoke curling out from under her hand as the small flames licked at his arm. He was screaming and the whole tavern was staring at them in utter, totally silent, shock by the time she passed out. Thankfully she was not alone at the time and once she'd passed out, she was taken home. When she came too she was disoriented and couldn't remember what had happened. He'd live, even if he would have an ugly scar as a reminder of what had happened for the rest of his life. When they told her, she was both horrified and rather excited about the prospect of lighting not human things on fire in the future. Helena worked on and off for her father's boss when they had need of her. She helped het father and uncle with intimidation, which worked well as news of what had happened in the tavern spread. She never really asked what it was that her older brother did for the gang, she never really bothered to question too deeply what it was the gang did in general. They moved stuff, she knew, getting things for other people as they requested. She just helped make sure that no one really got hurt by threatening to hurt them if they tried. But she was untrained and it was often dangerous for her. And others. And other property. She read what she could, mages not being totally uncommon in her family, but it had been a few years since any had studied, most of them left their powers rather ignored as long as it wasn't harmful to anyone. But without more directed training, her old man feared she burn herself out. So at eighteen he insisted rather forcefully that she seek out someone to teach her, even if that meant going away to the college. And so she did. Even if she had to have her boyfriend drag her there. Good Attributes: Passionate. Loyal. Determined. Hard working. She doesn't give up easily and will work until the job is done. You'd be hard pressed to get her away from a problem. Artistically inclined. She loves paintings and reading. But on top of that she isn't too horrible of an artist herself, she's just never dedicated too much of her time on it sadly. Athletic. She spent a lot of her childhood running around with the boys. And with boys much older than her. So she had to keep up with them. She's grown out of playing ball games with them, but she can outrun most of them now that she's bigger, despite being smaller than a lot of them. Bad Attributes: Hot tempered, stubborn, occasionally prone to brawling. Which is a terrible combination. She'll take on fights that she's not always so sure about winning simply because she's reached the point of boiling a little too fast. And she doesn't back down easily either. She's also a bit of a white Knight and will sometimes jump to the rescue of someone she sees as weaker or in need. It's frankly a miracle that she's not had more broken bones in her life. While a questionable bad skill, she generally good a typical Rouge things. Lock picking, persuasion (mostly by flirting and using her physical charms), and being sneaky. They're good for her work, but not really the best things to know. She often uses for personal gain, getting things for free with no intention of returning the favor that she so heavily hinted at to whoever she was getting the thing from. Which has lead to more than one fight. She also frequently finds herself getting drinks for free, more than she should drink. But that doesn't stop her from accepting them and drinking them. Which totally isn't a problem she swesrs. It isn't like she can't live without a drink. At least not there yet. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>E'nasha Williams E'nasha Williams ~ Unknown cave, Yarosmere --- E'nasha nodded her head slightly in agreement with what Mar whispered to her as the woman came over and tried to help her get over her queasiness. It was a good thing to get her and Baulder away from the crazy people of Sansar, though it would be better if they weren't on the verge of fighting each other. At this point Baulder had walked over to her too, and she felt a twinge of guilt as she heard him ask if she was ok. "I'm.. Fine? Just nauseous." The words ended up just being a mumble she wasn't sure anyone but herself heard, she didn't even lift her head to look at anyone when she spoke. Enasha sat and listened to the conversation around her as best she could, she just really didn't want to move right now. Sahra went on to explain the shadow-portal, and why the resistance isn't following the prophet. She did look up at the arrival of a new voice, a man pushing his way towards them in the small, crowded cave. He explained that they were going to stage an attack on the dinner later that night, both to rescue the other college students and to attempt to kill the prophet. No one was really able to get a word in to ask him anything before he ran off just as suddenly as he'd approached. Sahra told them his name was Mak. "Ok, I should get up now..." She spoke more to herself than anyone, mumbling again. She got to the point where she was kneeling with one hand on the floor and one on her knee to help her push herself up before she felt like curling back up into a ball. Instead of doing that, she stood the rest of the way quickly, stumbling a little as she tried to find her balance and accidentally bumping into Baulder and Mar as they were both so close to her. "Sorry, sorry." She reached out to the two to stabilize herself, and hopefully to keep her and Mar from falling over each other. She shook her head slightly to help clear it before turning to address Sahra. "So, what exactly has 'corrupted' the people's minds, as you say? Yarrosmere seems so different than I remember, though it has been a while, but I can't believe that everyone just accepts this… everything. Even if they may not be in their right minds." "You all can't be the only ones resisting the prophet. Maybe the only ones openly resisting, but not the only ones."</s> <|message|>Mar, her full name is Marya and only used by her race. Nox Alignment Ceremony ,@Lucius Cypher, @May, & @Luna Darell 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. After 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. Something 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." As 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. "Was that more s-students? S-shouldn't we go help them?" Diplomacy at Yarosmere Mar, Sansar (Yarsomere): Underground Cave~Unknown Location Mar 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. When 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. Primarily 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. Summer 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. "Thank you," Mar quietly spoke to Summer. When 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." She 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.</s>

<|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Nox Mission The 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. "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."</s>

<|description|>Helena Axford UserName: May Age: 18 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pryormancy Previous Magic training: She's done some reading, but no real training. So a somewhat read novice. Race: Human Appearance: On the lower end of average height, fair skinned, freckled and bispecteled. Bright green eyes set in a a face that might be a little too pretty for her own good, with a smile that can easily throw you off (though not always in the best of ways). Athleticly slim. Shoulder length wavey red hair often tied back when working, but left free otherwise. A slew of piercings, mostly in her ears, though she's got a ring through her right nostril as well as a few other body piercings. A fire colored tattoo of a phoenix around her right wrist, a heraldic lion on her right hip and lower back, and a outline of a peacock across her shoulder blades with just the head colored in so far. Bio: Third child of seven, of her father's at least, she was raised around a large extended family in Port Slaughter. Not all of this family was blood. Her father, along with assorted family members where caught up, unsurprisingly, in business of less than legal nature. Her life was comfortable enough, even if not spared all the darkness of the city around them. She lived mostly with her mother, though it was not uncommon for her to spend time at either her oldest brother's home with his mother or with her father and his wife and her younger siblings, and on other occasions at the place her aunt shared with one of her uncle's. Despite what might have been awkward, the separate units were all very happy with the set up. Aside from her older sister's mother who kept the girl away from the rest of them for very petty reasons (her father refusing to marry her). The rest of them though seemed to have no problem with everyone else involved. Though her father loved all his children, it wasn't too terribly difficult to tell that Helena was his favorite. There was some tension with her younger sister's the most, but Helena did all she could to defuse the tension with them. Which worked mostly well, though there's still occasion where things are awkward with the girls. Despite the seven years between them, she was closet with her eldest brother, him being the elder of the two of them. It was easy to bound being the the ones who didn't have other siblings at home with their mother's. They bonded quickly as children, he treating her half like a brother and rough housing with her without problems and also being very much her big brother and being super over protective of her. Even as they grew older they were very close and Helena could often be found tagging along after him, no matter what trouble he was getting into. Her mother took ill when she was about thirteen, and no matter what they did, the healers they saught out, could save her from her fate, only lessen her suffering. It was a malignant growth in her brain. It was too big, too advance when they found it to much about it that wouldn't also hurt her mother to do. They just treated what they could and eased her pain. When she was fifteen her mother finally passed, leaving her to become fully emersed in her father's less than legal business. Expanding her already questionable skill set. Most girls her age weren't well taught in the art of beating a man up well, but Helena was. But the stress of everything didn't wear well on the normally hot tempered girl and something in her snapped. And she lit a man on fire who was trying a little too hard and not taking a no for an answer. It had happened so quickly, she wasn't for sure when it started. He was up in her face, being grabby and just generally too fresh. She said no, over and over, and he wouldn't take a hint. Helena tried backing away, but he followed closely, grabbing her wrist painfully and pulling her in hard against him. She grabbed his wrist with her right hand, and just thinking about how much she wanted to hurt him the way he'd done her was enough. She felt the heat in her hand, but it was a distant thing, no pain for her. But soon enough he was gasping and trying to pull out of her grasp. But she didn't let go, even as the smell of burning flesh came to her nose, the smoke curling out from under her hand as the small flames licked at his arm. He was screaming and the whole tavern was staring at them in utter, totally silent, shock by the time she passed out. Thankfully she was not alone at the time and once she'd passed out, she was taken home. When she came too she was disoriented and couldn't remember what had happened. He'd live, even if he would have an ugly scar as a reminder of what had happened for the rest of his life. When they told her, she was both horrified and rather excited about the prospect of lighting not human things on fire in the future. Helena worked on and off for her father's boss when they had need of her. She helped het father and uncle with intimidation, which worked well as news of what had happened in the tavern spread. She never really asked what it was that her older brother did for the gang, she never really bothered to question too deeply what it was the gang did in general. They moved stuff, she knew, getting things for other people as they requested. She just helped make sure that no one really got hurt by threatening to hurt them if they tried. But she was untrained and it was often dangerous for her. And others. And other property. She read what she could, mages not being totally uncommon in her family, but it had been a few years since any had studied, most of them left their powers rather ignored as long as it wasn't harmful to anyone. But without more directed training, her old man feared she burn herself out. So at eighteen he insisted rather forcefully that she seek out someone to teach her, even if that meant going away to the college. And so she did. Even if she had to have her boyfriend drag her there. Good Attributes: Passionate. Loyal. Determined. Hard working. She doesn't give up easily and will work until the job is done. You'd be hard pressed to get her away from a problem. Artistically inclined. She loves paintings and reading. But on top of that she isn't too horrible of an artist herself, she's just never dedicated too much of her time on it sadly. Athletic. She spent a lot of her childhood running around with the boys. And with boys much older than her. So she had to keep up with them. She's grown out of playing ball games with them, but she can outrun most of them now that she's bigger, despite being smaller than a lot of them. Bad Attributes: Hot tempered, stubborn, occasionally prone to brawling. Which is a terrible combination. She'll take on fights that she's not always so sure about winning simply because she's reached the point of boiling a little too fast. And she doesn't back down easily either. She's also a bit of a white Knight and will sometimes jump to the rescue of someone she sees as weaker or in need. It's frankly a miracle that she's not had more broken bones in her life. While a questionable bad skill, she generally good a typical Rouge things. Lock picking, persuasion (mostly by flirting and using her physical charms), and being sneaky. They're good for her work, but not really the best things to know. She often uses for personal gain, getting things for free with no intention of returning the favor that she so heavily hinted at to whoever she was getting the thing from. Which has lead to more than one fight. She also frequently finds herself getting drinks for free, more than she should drink. But that doesn't stop her from accepting them and drinking them. Which totally isn't a problem she swesrs. It isn't like she can't live without a drink. At least not there yet. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Keri Wolf Keri Wolf Diplomacy Mission Keri stayed still in the carriage, eyes sealed shut, as the noises of the festivities filled her ears. Everyone knew that this land was filled with nothing but bloodshed and chaos due to the everlasting war, yet here it seemed calm. As if they hadn't been touched by the cruel destiny that loomed over them all. So why did this sight sicken her so much? Was it because the woman had experienced what something so evil could do to a family or was it because no one seemed to even want to acknowledge something could happen in a blink of an eye? No, it was this false sense of happiness that twisted and turned her stomach inside out. A celebration for someone who they believe will bring peace in this troubling world. This goal was impossible for one person to do. Nothing but a foolish attempt that wouldn't bring any results. The vampire shifted from her spot trying to calm the storm within her own mind. None of this would help the mission but it would bring something else to it. A mistake that would turn a potential ally away from the college, leaving it defenseless when something massive happened again. Something that couldn't be afforded. When the carriage stopped the woman opened her eyes. Her red eyes glanced around, ears listening for something strange, only to pick up what sounded like a parade. Something which made Keri's already sour mood a bit worse. Still she kept her mouth shut. When the carriage wiggled a little from side to side the woman mentally cursed at herself. How stupid had she been to let someone just jump onto the carriage and leave without speaking to them? The girl mumbled something under her breath as she grabbed her sword and shield. Her figure worked out of the carriage just in time to see a fleeting figure. [color=silver]" Shit. When can we have once day which nothing goes wrong. I'm beginning to get tired of this. Every move we make just adds to the list of things to do. Who's," shut stated to asked as Ssarak started to get up from the ground. The vampire watched as she wondered how long it would take this man. How long would they have to wait before they could resume with this moronic mission? She quietly listened to the mental message and looked towards Lyn. It seemed as if as soon as Keri looked at girl she sprung into action. The kid threw a knife at the man, missing him completely, and then took off after the danger. " So much for her listening. Crap! Lyn get back here!" the woman said running after the three.</s> <|message|>Leith Calder Leith Calder Leith stared out the window at the festivities that surrounded their carriage. There was a lot of celebration for this baron, and Leith was curious as to what type of man this baron was. His thoughts were interrupted by a thud on the roof of the carriage followed by footsteps. With a frown, Leith looked towards the other window to see someone jump down from the carriage and start running. Soon it was revealed that the box was taken and Ssarak took after the thief and told Leith to stay with Lyn, who also took off after the thief. Leith shrugged and took after the thief as well, making sure to stay with Lyn. As Lyn threw her dagger, Leith started gathering water from the surrounding area. Once he had enough, he threw it out towards the thief and attempted to create a sheet of water between the man's feet and the ground. Hopefully he'd slip. Once the attempt was done, Leith scattered the water into a mist to prevent them from slipping on it. --- Darius Jura Darius helped himself to the food that had been brought in. He listened to Aramir speak her thoughts on the state of Yarosmere. "It is the fanaticism that will be the issue here." Darius tapped the side of his head. "Once fanatics get something into their head, they will not stop. I have dealt with fanatics before. They had little to no care for their lives if it meant that they will help further their goals. Now these fanatics have a country, and more importantly, and army." He leaned back in his chair. "All we need to do is make sure that we do not offend them while we are here."</s>

<|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Nox Mission Helena was glad that someone seemed to listen. But of course, everything was against them and shit quickly got shittier. The rumbling caught her attention and this time she stepped into the room with the others. She grabbed at Drake's hand purely because he was in front of her, and pulled him along with her towards Annabeth and the other girl. Darell was right about them needing to stay together. She just hoped that he and Athalus behind her would be able to keep up as well. "Annabeth, Collette," she shouted, looking around for the latter and just happening to catch a sight she didn't want to see again. "Fuckin' hell, I hate being right," she cursed. "Beastie is back," she yelled to the room as whole. "Get your shit together."</s>

<|description|>Helena Axford UserName: May Age: 18 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pryormancy Previous Magic training: She's done some reading, but no real training. So a somewhat read novice. Race: Human Appearance: On the lower end of average height, fair skinned, freckled and bispecteled. Bright green eyes set in a a face that might be a little too pretty for her own good, with a smile that can easily throw you off (though not always in the best of ways). Athleticly slim. Shoulder length wavey red hair often tied back when working, but left free otherwise. A slew of piercings, mostly in her ears, though she's got a ring through her right nostril as well as a few other body piercings. A fire colored tattoo of a phoenix around her right wrist, a heraldic lion on her right hip and lower back, and a outline of a peacock across her shoulder blades with just the head colored in so far. Bio: Third child of seven, of her father's at least, she was raised around a large extended family in Port Slaughter. Not all of this family was blood. Her father, along with assorted family members where caught up, unsurprisingly, in business of less than legal nature. Her life was comfortable enough, even if not spared all the darkness of the city around them. She lived mostly with her mother, though it was not uncommon for her to spend time at either her oldest brother's home with his mother or with her father and his wife and her younger siblings, and on other occasions at the place her aunt shared with one of her uncle's. Despite what might have been awkward, the separate units were all very happy with the set up. Aside from her older sister's mother who kept the girl away from the rest of them for very petty reasons (her father refusing to marry her). The rest of them though seemed to have no problem with everyone else involved. Though her father loved all his children, it wasn't too terribly difficult to tell that Helena was his favorite. There was some tension with her younger sister's the most, but Helena did all she could to defuse the tension with them. Which worked mostly well, though there's still occasion where things are awkward with the girls. Despite the seven years between them, she was closet with her eldest brother, him being the elder of the two of them. It was easy to bound being the the ones who didn't have other siblings at home with their mother's. They bonded quickly as children, he treating her half like a brother and rough housing with her without problems and also being very much her big brother and being super over protective of her. Even as they grew older they were very close and Helena could often be found tagging along after him, no matter what trouble he was getting into. Her mother took ill when she was about thirteen, and no matter what they did, the healers they saught out, could save her from her fate, only lessen her suffering. It was a malignant growth in her brain. It was too big, too advance when they found it to much about it that wouldn't also hurt her mother to do. They just treated what they could and eased her pain. When she was fifteen her mother finally passed, leaving her to become fully emersed in her father's less than legal business. Expanding her already questionable skill set. Most girls her age weren't well taught in the art of beating a man up well, but Helena was. But the stress of everything didn't wear well on the normally hot tempered girl and something in her snapped. And she lit a man on fire who was trying a little too hard and not taking a no for an answer. It had happened so quickly, she wasn't for sure when it started. He was up in her face, being grabby and just generally too fresh. She said no, over and over, and he wouldn't take a hint. Helena tried backing away, but he followed closely, grabbing her wrist painfully and pulling her in hard against him. She grabbed his wrist with her right hand, and just thinking about how much she wanted to hurt him the way he'd done her was enough. She felt the heat in her hand, but it was a distant thing, no pain for her. But soon enough he was gasping and trying to pull out of her grasp. But she didn't let go, even as the smell of burning flesh came to her nose, the smoke curling out from under her hand as the small flames licked at his arm. He was screaming and the whole tavern was staring at them in utter, totally silent, shock by the time she passed out. Thankfully she was not alone at the time and once she'd passed out, she was taken home. When she came too she was disoriented and couldn't remember what had happened. He'd live, even if he would have an ugly scar as a reminder of what had happened for the rest of his life. When they told her, she was both horrified and rather excited about the prospect of lighting not human things on fire in the future. Helena worked on and off for her father's boss when they had need of her. She helped het father and uncle with intimidation, which worked well as news of what had happened in the tavern spread. She never really asked what it was that her older brother did for the gang, she never really bothered to question too deeply what it was the gang did in general. They moved stuff, she knew, getting things for other people as they requested. She just helped make sure that no one really got hurt by threatening to hurt them if they tried. But she was untrained and it was often dangerous for her. And others. And other property. She read what she could, mages not being totally uncommon in her family, but it had been a few years since any had studied, most of them left their powers rather ignored as long as it wasn't harmful to anyone. But without more directed training, her old man feared she burn herself out. So at eighteen he insisted rather forcefully that she seek out someone to teach her, even if that meant going away to the college. And so she did. Even if she had to have her boyfriend drag her there. Good Attributes: Passionate. Loyal. Determined. Hard working. She doesn't give up easily and will work until the job is done. You'd be hard pressed to get her away from a problem. Artistically inclined. She loves paintings and reading. But on top of that she isn't too horrible of an artist herself, she's just never dedicated too much of her time on it sadly. Athletic. She spent a lot of her childhood running around with the boys. And with boys much older than her. So she had to keep up with them. She's grown out of playing ball games with them, but she can outrun most of them now that she's bigger, despite being smaller than a lot of them. Bad Attributes: Hot tempered, stubborn, occasionally prone to brawling. Which is a terrible combination. She'll take on fights that she's not always so sure about winning simply because she's reached the point of boiling a little too fast. And she doesn't back down easily either. She's also a bit of a white Knight and will sometimes jump to the rescue of someone she sees as weaker or in need. It's frankly a miracle that she's not had more broken bones in her life. While a questionable bad skill, she generally good a typical Rouge things. Lock picking, persuasion (mostly by flirting and using her physical charms), and being sneaky. They're good for her work, but not really the best things to know. She often uses for personal gain, getting things for free with no intention of returning the favor that she so heavily hinted at to whoever she was getting the thing from. Which has lead to more than one fight. She also frequently finds herself getting drinks for free, more than she should drink. But that doesn't stop her from accepting them and drinking them. Which totally isn't a problem she swesrs. It isn't like she can't live without a drink. At least not there yet. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Leith Calder Leith Calder Leith chased after the thief, silently cursing his inability to sprint long distances. The trap he made did manage to trip the thief up momentarily and Leith winced at the sound the man's arm made when he hit the wall. Despite that, however, the man continued to run, much to Leith's dismay. Already, a stitch was starting to form in Leith side, and he was starting to gasp in breaths. He wouldn't be able to chase the thief for that much longer, but he could attempt to try something to make it easier to track the man. As the man ran into the tunnel, Leith gathered his water into a rapidly spinning cone and with a swipe of his arm, sent it towards the man's legs. It wasn't big enough to drastically harm the man. It was just enough to draw blood. With his last attempt done, Leith slowed down as he exited the tunnel into the crowd of people enjoying the festivities and braced himself against a nearby wall, catching sight of Lyn scaling up another. Leith took a moment to catch his breath before rejoining the chase, albeit a little slower. Searching the ground for any signs of blood and keeping an eye on the light that pinpointed the location of the thief. --- Darius Jura "If we somehow offend the King, all we can do is hope that the fact that we are from the college grants us some immunity. That is it." Darius answered the snow elf before thinking about her other question. He scratched his cheek lazily as he looked around the room. "We could tell the college that Yarosmere has undergone a revolution and is now a new country and very unstable. We should not offer any aid until it has stabilized. But we have yet to meet the King, and so we have nothing to tell the college yet." With that said, Darius leaned backwards in his chair and rested his feet on the table and got comfortable as he waited for Yolin to return/</s> <|message|>Keri Wolf Keri Wolf Location: Hysteria, Djarkel Mission: Diplomacy Mission The 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. Perhaps 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. In 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. Ssarak'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. "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."</s>

<|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Nox Mission Helena 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. Shortly 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.</s>

<|description|>Helena Axford UserName: May Age: 18 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pryormancy Previous Magic training: She's done some reading, but no real training. So a somewhat read novice. Race: Human Appearance: On the lower end of average height, fair skinned, freckled and bispecteled. Bright green eyes set in a a face that might be a little too pretty for her own good, with a smile that can easily throw you off (though not always in the best of ways). Athleticly slim. Shoulder length wavey red hair often tied back when working, but left free otherwise. A slew of piercings, mostly in her ears, though she's got a ring through her right nostril as well as a few other body piercings. A fire colored tattoo of a phoenix around her right wrist, a heraldic lion on her right hip and lower back, and a outline of a peacock across her shoulder blades with just the head colored in so far. Bio: Third child of seven, of her father's at least, she was raised around a large extended family in Port Slaughter. Not all of this family was blood. Her father, along with assorted family members where caught up, unsurprisingly, in business of less than legal nature. Her life was comfortable enough, even if not spared all the darkness of the city around them. She lived mostly with her mother, though it was not uncommon for her to spend time at either her oldest brother's home with his mother or with her father and his wife and her younger siblings, and on other occasions at the place her aunt shared with one of her uncle's. Despite what might have been awkward, the separate units were all very happy with the set up. Aside from her older sister's mother who kept the girl away from the rest of them for very petty reasons (her father refusing to marry her). The rest of them though seemed to have no problem with everyone else involved. Though her father loved all his children, it wasn't too terribly difficult to tell that Helena was his favorite. There was some tension with her younger sister's the most, but Helena did all she could to defuse the tension with them. Which worked mostly well, though there's still occasion where things are awkward with the girls. Despite the seven years between them, she was closet with her eldest brother, him being the elder of the two of them. It was easy to bound being the the ones who didn't have other siblings at home with their mother's. They bonded quickly as children, he treating her half like a brother and rough housing with her without problems and also being very much her big brother and being super over protective of her. Even as they grew older they were very close and Helena could often be found tagging along after him, no matter what trouble he was getting into. Her mother took ill when she was about thirteen, and no matter what they did, the healers they saught out, could save her from her fate, only lessen her suffering. It was a malignant growth in her brain. It was too big, too advance when they found it to much about it that wouldn't also hurt her mother to do. They just treated what they could and eased her pain. When she was fifteen her mother finally passed, leaving her to become fully emersed in her father's less than legal business. Expanding her already questionable skill set. Most girls her age weren't well taught in the art of beating a man up well, but Helena was. But the stress of everything didn't wear well on the normally hot tempered girl and something in her snapped. And she lit a man on fire who was trying a little too hard and not taking a no for an answer. It had happened so quickly, she wasn't for sure when it started. He was up in her face, being grabby and just generally too fresh. She said no, over and over, and he wouldn't take a hint. Helena tried backing away, but he followed closely, grabbing her wrist painfully and pulling her in hard against him. She grabbed his wrist with her right hand, and just thinking about how much she wanted to hurt him the way he'd done her was enough. She felt the heat in her hand, but it was a distant thing, no pain for her. But soon enough he was gasping and trying to pull out of her grasp. But she didn't let go, even as the smell of burning flesh came to her nose, the smoke curling out from under her hand as the small flames licked at his arm. He was screaming and the whole tavern was staring at them in utter, totally silent, shock by the time she passed out. Thankfully she was not alone at the time and once she'd passed out, she was taken home. When she came too she was disoriented and couldn't remember what had happened. He'd live, even if he would have an ugly scar as a reminder of what had happened for the rest of his life. When they told her, she was both horrified and rather excited about the prospect of lighting not human things on fire in the future. Helena worked on and off for her father's boss when they had need of her. She helped het father and uncle with intimidation, which worked well as news of what had happened in the tavern spread. She never really asked what it was that her older brother did for the gang, she never really bothered to question too deeply what it was the gang did in general. They moved stuff, she knew, getting things for other people as they requested. She just helped make sure that no one really got hurt by threatening to hurt them if they tried. But she was untrained and it was often dangerous for her. And others. And other property. She read what she could, mages not being totally uncommon in her family, but it had been a few years since any had studied, most of them left their powers rather ignored as long as it wasn't harmful to anyone. But without more directed training, her old man feared she burn herself out. So at eighteen he insisted rather forcefully that she seek out someone to teach her, even if that meant going away to the college. And so she did. Even if she had to have her boyfriend drag her there. Good Attributes: Passionate. Loyal. Determined. Hard working. She doesn't give up easily and will work until the job is done. You'd be hard pressed to get her away from a problem. Artistically inclined. She loves paintings and reading. But on top of that she isn't too horrible of an artist herself, she's just never dedicated too much of her time on it sadly. Athletic. She spent a lot of her childhood running around with the boys. And with boys much older than her. So she had to keep up with them. She's grown out of playing ball games with them, but she can outrun most of them now that she's bigger, despite being smaller than a lot of them. Bad Attributes: Hot tempered, stubborn, occasionally prone to brawling. Which is a terrible combination. She'll take on fights that she's not always so sure about winning simply because she's reached the point of boiling a little too fast. And she doesn't back down easily either. She's also a bit of a white Knight and will sometimes jump to the rescue of someone she sees as weaker or in need. It's frankly a miracle that she's not had more broken bones in her life. While a questionable bad skill, she generally good a typical Rouge things. Lock picking, persuasion (mostly by flirting and using her physical charms), and being sneaky. They're good for her work, but not really the best things to know. She often uses for personal gain, getting things for free with no intention of returning the favor that she so heavily hinted at to whoever she was getting the thing from. Which has lead to more than one fight. She also frequently finds herself getting drinks for free, more than she should drink. But that doesn't stop her from accepting them and drinking them. Which totally isn't a problem she swesrs. It isn't like she can't live without a drink. At least not there yet. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>"Scarred hand", "Midnight", Baulder Baulder Baulder 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. As 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."</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak 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. Quite 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…" Ssarak 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."</s> <|message|>Keri Wolf Mission: Retrieve the stolen box Location: Hysteria, Djarkel A 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. Personally 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. The 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. " 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. "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."</s>

<|message|>Helena Axford 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. Gasping 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. The 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? "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."</s>

<|description|>Helena Axford UserName: May Age: 18 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pryormancy Previous Magic training: She's done some reading, but no real training. So a somewhat read novice. Race: Human Appearance: On the lower end of average height, fair skinned, freckled and bispecteled. Bright green eyes set in a a face that might be a little too pretty for her own good, with a smile that can easily throw you off (though not always in the best of ways). Athleticly slim. Shoulder length wavey red hair often tied back when working, but left free otherwise. A slew of piercings, mostly in her ears, though she's got a ring through her right nostril as well as a few other body piercings. A fire colored tattoo of a phoenix around her right wrist, a heraldic lion on her right hip and lower back, and a outline of a peacock across her shoulder blades with just the head colored in so far. Bio: Third child of seven, of her father's at least, she was raised around a large extended family in Port Slaughter. Not all of this family was blood. Her father, along with assorted family members where caught up, unsurprisingly, in business of less than legal nature. Her life was comfortable enough, even if not spared all the darkness of the city around them. She lived mostly with her mother, though it was not uncommon for her to spend time at either her oldest brother's home with his mother or with her father and his wife and her younger siblings, and on other occasions at the place her aunt shared with one of her uncle's. Despite what might have been awkward, the separate units were all very happy with the set up. Aside from her older sister's mother who kept the girl away from the rest of them for very petty reasons (her father refusing to marry her). The rest of them though seemed to have no problem with everyone else involved. Though her father loved all his children, it wasn't too terribly difficult to tell that Helena was his favorite. There was some tension with her younger sister's the most, but Helena did all she could to defuse the tension with them. Which worked mostly well, though there's still occasion where things are awkward with the girls. Despite the seven years between them, she was closet with her eldest brother, him being the elder of the two of them. It was easy to bound being the the ones who didn't have other siblings at home with their mother's. They bonded quickly as children, he treating her half like a brother and rough housing with her without problems and also being very much her big brother and being super over protective of her. Even as they grew older they were very close and Helena could often be found tagging along after him, no matter what trouble he was getting into. Her mother took ill when she was about thirteen, and no matter what they did, the healers they saught out, could save her from her fate, only lessen her suffering. It was a malignant growth in her brain. It was too big, too advance when they found it to much about it that wouldn't also hurt her mother to do. They just treated what they could and eased her pain. When she was fifteen her mother finally passed, leaving her to become fully emersed in her father's less than legal business. Expanding her already questionable skill set. Most girls her age weren't well taught in the art of beating a man up well, but Helena was. But the stress of everything didn't wear well on the normally hot tempered girl and something in her snapped. And she lit a man on fire who was trying a little too hard and not taking a no for an answer. It had happened so quickly, she wasn't for sure when it started. He was up in her face, being grabby and just generally too fresh. She said no, over and over, and he wouldn't take a hint. Helena tried backing away, but he followed closely, grabbing her wrist painfully and pulling her in hard against him. She grabbed his wrist with her right hand, and just thinking about how much she wanted to hurt him the way he'd done her was enough. She felt the heat in her hand, but it was a distant thing, no pain for her. But soon enough he was gasping and trying to pull out of her grasp. But she didn't let go, even as the smell of burning flesh came to her nose, the smoke curling out from under her hand as the small flames licked at his arm. He was screaming and the whole tavern was staring at them in utter, totally silent, shock by the time she passed out. Thankfully she was not alone at the time and once she'd passed out, she was taken home. When she came too she was disoriented and couldn't remember what had happened. He'd live, even if he would have an ugly scar as a reminder of what had happened for the rest of his life. When they told her, she was both horrified and rather excited about the prospect of lighting not human things on fire in the future. Helena worked on and off for her father's boss when they had need of her. She helped het father and uncle with intimidation, which worked well as news of what had happened in the tavern spread. She never really asked what it was that her older brother did for the gang, she never really bothered to question too deeply what it was the gang did in general. They moved stuff, she knew, getting things for other people as they requested. She just helped make sure that no one really got hurt by threatening to hurt them if they tried. But she was untrained and it was often dangerous for her. And others. And other property. She read what she could, mages not being totally uncommon in her family, but it had been a few years since any had studied, most of them left their powers rather ignored as long as it wasn't harmful to anyone. But without more directed training, her old man feared she burn herself out. So at eighteen he insisted rather forcefully that she seek out someone to teach her, even if that meant going away to the college. And so she did. Even if she had to have her boyfriend drag her there. Good Attributes: Passionate. Loyal. Determined. Hard working. She doesn't give up easily and will work until the job is done. You'd be hard pressed to get her away from a problem. Artistically inclined. She loves paintings and reading. But on top of that she isn't too horrible of an artist herself, she's just never dedicated too much of her time on it sadly. Athletic. She spent a lot of her childhood running around with the boys. And with boys much older than her. So she had to keep up with them. She's grown out of playing ball games with them, but she can outrun most of them now that she's bigger, despite being smaller than a lot of them. Bad Attributes: Hot tempered, stubborn, occasionally prone to brawling. Which is a terrible combination. She'll take on fights that she's not always so sure about winning simply because she's reached the point of boiling a little too fast. And she doesn't back down easily either. She's also a bit of a white Knight and will sometimes jump to the rescue of someone she sees as weaker or in need. It's frankly a miracle that she's not had more broken bones in her life. While a questionable bad skill, she generally good a typical Rouge things. Lock picking, persuasion (mostly by flirting and using her physical charms), and being sneaky. They're good for her work, but not really the best things to know. She often uses for personal gain, getting things for free with no intention of returning the favor that she so heavily hinted at to whoever she was getting the thing from. Which has lead to more than one fight. She also frequently finds herself getting drinks for free, more than she should drink. But that doesn't stop her from accepting them and drinking them. Which totally isn't a problem she swesrs. It isn't like she can't live without a drink. At least not there yet. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Keri Wolf " There was no way that this incident was random. The fucking thing was pre planned. We were exactly where they wanted us." The young woman remarked as her figure shifted her weight. A finger reached into the bag tied to her outfit, dragging a crimson tinted object from it, and placed it into her mouth. This action was soon repeated in the same manner making the favor a bit more strong. A sure sign that the blood candies weren't quite as strong like they had been. " The thief was after that box is what we do know. Question is what is inside our little piece of cargo?" She quietly mumbled out loud. The woman glanced upwards at her comrades, towards the two rings which laid in wait on her fingers, to the door Ssarak was fiddling with, and back to the rings. The green gem on one of the rings seemed to attract her red eyes.Mental plans and scenarios running through her mind. " I might have an idea but I need you all to listen. Ssarak ask Leith where he is. If he's anywhere near the enemies then ask the guy if he can make a distraction without getting hurt. Lyn, sweetheart I need you to make some plant dummies and place them around this door." She said with a sweet smile while whispering before addressing the dragon. " Ssarak once you get down there make sure to keep them busy. Right now I have a few advantages on hand. I'll see if I can't take them out quietly." Without another word Keri went into hunting mode. Just at the edge of her perch she spoke the world into the ring. Once the vampire's figure was cloaked she jumped down, using the blunt end of her sword to knock one guy out that had traveled towards her area, or at least it seemed like it. When another person came towards her the woman repeated the action hiding the bodies behind some crates and entered in from the back. " Alright boys and girls. Time to make these guys regret stealing from us. Do your best to just knock these jokers out. I don't want any blood spilt if it can be helped."</s> <|message|>E'nasha Williams E'nasha Williams ~ Yarosmere --- E'nasha sighed silently before shaking her head. This was going to turn out okay, right? Obviously it was well-thought out and, well there wasn't much else they could do. She went along quietly as they got the 'cosmetics' out of the way before the group was portal-ed to the desert sands in front of the Castle. They landed in a pile, and E'nasha was pretty much trapped by the others around her until they all started getting up. The pressure of the other's bodies on top of her own made her aches just that much worse. The beating she received for authenticity sake seemed to also have been a release for the Sand Cobras' anger as much as a ruse to her now. She got up as soon as she could, apologizing to those around her as she crawled out of the pile. As she stood, she heard Baulder speaking, probably to himself, but answered his question anyway. She walked beside him towards the castle gate as she spoke. "Some live here because they have no choice, others stay because this is where their family is. It's not that bad once you get used to the heat, most of the hard things about living in a desert are made easier over time." She used to live here, she would know... but this place wasn't the same as it was in her childhood. Too much had changed with the rise of the new king... she wasn't sure she wanted to come back anymore. The gate opened as they approached, and the group was rushed by the other half of the college students as they were taken inside the castle. El'kan hugged E'nasha as soon as he saw her, and even though he asked a million questions she stayed quiet for now, only hugging him back. Aramir waved off the guards as they tried to take the new arrivals to the infirmary, and E'nasha thanked her quietly as they were all then led to a courtyard and patched up a little by the other students. E'nasha flinched as Yolin's voice rang out over the courtyard. The man was dangerous, she knew that much from what the others had said happened after she was pulled through the shadow portal at lunch, and she'd really been hoping to stay as far away from him as possible now they were back. Luckily, he clapped his hands and continued way too cheerily for someone who'd just promised to kill an entire group of people. Dinner was ready, and it's time to meet the king. E'nasha sat between El'kan and Baulder at the table, and began filling her plate with the familiar foods laid out before them. She pointed out a few of her favorite things to Baulder as well, even though she knew he'd probably end up trying them all by the end of the meal. The king sat to the group's right, though in her mind he didn't look regal so much as like a rogue. He had long dark hair and a sharp nose, a square jaw and piercing blue eyes. He was a pretty man, but in her mind he was still nothing like she had imagined the king would be. While she was pondering this in her mind the king spoke to them, and Darius was quick to answer. Before the king answered, she spoke up as well. "I have a more personal question, if you'll indulge me your highness. We may have been told this before, but what is your birthname?" As far as she knew, a person's name also told of where they were from. It'd be kinda cool if she could guess his hometown, if he had one.</s>

<|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Nox Mission She 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. She 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. "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. "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?"</s>

<|description|>Helena Axford UserName: May Age: 18 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pryormancy Previous Magic training: She's done some reading, but no real training. So a somewhat read novice. Race: Human Appearance: On the lower end of average height, fair skinned, freckled and bispecteled. Bright green eyes set in a a face that might be a little too pretty for her own good, with a smile that can easily throw you off (though not always in the best of ways). Athleticly slim. Shoulder length wavey red hair often tied back when working, but left free otherwise. A slew of piercings, mostly in her ears, though she's got a ring through her right nostril as well as a few other body piercings. A fire colored tattoo of a phoenix around her right wrist, a heraldic lion on her right hip and lower back, and a outline of a peacock across her shoulder blades with just the head colored in so far. Bio: Third child of seven, of her father's at least, she was raised around a large extended family in Port Slaughter. Not all of this family was blood. Her father, along with assorted family members where caught up, unsurprisingly, in business of less than legal nature. Her life was comfortable enough, even if not spared all the darkness of the city around them. She lived mostly with her mother, though it was not uncommon for her to spend time at either her oldest brother's home with his mother or with her father and his wife and her younger siblings, and on other occasions at the place her aunt shared with one of her uncle's. Despite what might have been awkward, the separate units were all very happy with the set up. Aside from her older sister's mother who kept the girl away from the rest of them for very petty reasons (her father refusing to marry her). The rest of them though seemed to have no problem with everyone else involved. Though her father loved all his children, it wasn't too terribly difficult to tell that Helena was his favorite. There was some tension with her younger sister's the most, but Helena did all she could to defuse the tension with them. Which worked mostly well, though there's still occasion where things are awkward with the girls. Despite the seven years between them, she was closet with her eldest brother, him being the elder of the two of them. It was easy to bound being the the ones who didn't have other siblings at home with their mother's. They bonded quickly as children, he treating her half like a brother and rough housing with her without problems and also being very much her big brother and being super over protective of her. Even as they grew older they were very close and Helena could often be found tagging along after him, no matter what trouble he was getting into. Her mother took ill when she was about thirteen, and no matter what they did, the healers they saught out, could save her from her fate, only lessen her suffering. It was a malignant growth in her brain. It was too big, too advance when they found it to much about it that wouldn't also hurt her mother to do. They just treated what they could and eased her pain. When she was fifteen her mother finally passed, leaving her to become fully emersed in her father's less than legal business. Expanding her already questionable skill set. Most girls her age weren't well taught in the art of beating a man up well, but Helena was. But the stress of everything didn't wear well on the normally hot tempered girl and something in her snapped. And she lit a man on fire who was trying a little too hard and not taking a no for an answer. It had happened so quickly, she wasn't for sure when it started. He was up in her face, being grabby and just generally too fresh. She said no, over and over, and he wouldn't take a hint. Helena tried backing away, but he followed closely, grabbing her wrist painfully and pulling her in hard against him. She grabbed his wrist with her right hand, and just thinking about how much she wanted to hurt him the way he'd done her was enough. She felt the heat in her hand, but it was a distant thing, no pain for her. But soon enough he was gasping and trying to pull out of her grasp. But she didn't let go, even as the smell of burning flesh came to her nose, the smoke curling out from under her hand as the small flames licked at his arm. He was screaming and the whole tavern was staring at them in utter, totally silent, shock by the time she passed out. Thankfully she was not alone at the time and once she'd passed out, she was taken home. When she came too she was disoriented and couldn't remember what had happened. He'd live, even if he would have an ugly scar as a reminder of what had happened for the rest of his life. When they told her, she was both horrified and rather excited about the prospect of lighting not human things on fire in the future. Helena worked on and off for her father's boss when they had need of her. She helped het father and uncle with intimidation, which worked well as news of what had happened in the tavern spread. She never really asked what it was that her older brother did for the gang, she never really bothered to question too deeply what it was the gang did in general. They moved stuff, she knew, getting things for other people as they requested. She just helped make sure that no one really got hurt by threatening to hurt them if they tried. But she was untrained and it was often dangerous for her. And others. And other property. She read what she could, mages not being totally uncommon in her family, but it had been a few years since any had studied, most of them left their powers rather ignored as long as it wasn't harmful to anyone. But without more directed training, her old man feared she burn herself out. So at eighteen he insisted rather forcefully that she seek out someone to teach her, even if that meant going away to the college. And so she did. Even if she had to have her boyfriend drag her there. Good Attributes: Passionate. Loyal. Determined. Hard working. She doesn't give up easily and will work until the job is done. You'd be hard pressed to get her away from a problem. Artistically inclined. She loves paintings and reading. But on top of that she isn't too horrible of an artist herself, she's just never dedicated too much of her time on it sadly. Athletic. She spent a lot of her childhood running around with the boys. And with boys much older than her. So she had to keep up with them. She's grown out of playing ball games with them, but she can outrun most of them now that she's bigger, despite being smaller than a lot of them. Bad Attributes: Hot tempered, stubborn, occasionally prone to brawling. Which is a terrible combination. She'll take on fights that she's not always so sure about winning simply because she's reached the point of boiling a little too fast. And she doesn't back down easily either. She's also a bit of a white Knight and will sometimes jump to the rescue of someone she sees as weaker or in need. It's frankly a miracle that she's not had more broken bones in her life. While a questionable bad skill, she generally good a typical Rouge things. Lock picking, persuasion (mostly by flirting and using her physical charms), and being sneaky. They're good for her work, but not really the best things to know. She often uses for personal gain, getting things for free with no intention of returning the favor that she so heavily hinted at to whoever she was getting the thing from. Which has lead to more than one fight. She also frequently finds herself getting drinks for free, more than she should drink. But that doesn't stop her from accepting them and drinking them. Which totally isn't a problem she swesrs. It isn't like she can't live without a drink. At least not there yet. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Leith Calder Leith Calder The fumes were dulling Leith's senses. As the elf swung her trident at him, he knew he had to move, but his reactions felt sluggish. He staggered to the side, away from the crates he had his back against. The trident still connected with him, slashing across his chest, but the wound was shallow. The pain pulsed hollowly through him, almost as if it wasn't his pain, but someone else's. Leith shook his head. He needed to deal with the elf before he made any more mistakes. He had left his sword in the carriage when he chased after the thief, but he still had a weapon. He pulled at the leather necklace he had around his neck. It pulled off easily, and he gripped the small, trinket-sized sword in his left hand. "To be fair, it wasn't you I was sneaking up on," Leith said, his speech slightly slurred. He glanced back in Ssarak's direction. There was another Esyire facing off against his friend. "Although maybe facing you would have been an easier challenge." He took a step forward and swung his right fist at the elf. He wasn't intending on hitting her with it. It was a cover to try and prevent her from noticing him enlarge Sephrim Sword in his other hand to the size of a longsword and take a swing at her leg.</s> <|message|>The Cander Village Elise, Twilight College @Luna@BlackPanther --- Elise was breathing heavily but was slowly trying to calm down from seeing the color of red, after all it has been troubling her ever since her mother died. She looked at Val with a slight smile and a slight confused look on her face. "V-Val, D-Demons? I-Is t-that w-what Z-Zaad i-is," Elise said, with a unquestionable curiosity and not understanding in what Val was talking about. Elise was a bit more calmer and looked at Val. "I-I h-have a-a f-fear o-of t-the c-color r-red," Elise said, with a slight nervousness in her voice when she told Val. She smiled a bit with what she had said even though she's slightly nervous. She had a thought in her head and looked at Veretu. "I-Is, t-that w-what y-you w-were w-warning m-me a-about, V-Veretu? A-About S-Salem," Elise said, towards Veretu with a slight curious poking question. She had always liked cats though. Elise heard a voice coming from behind them and slowly turned to see a female with red hair approaching them. She somewhat started to breathe heavily again even after she calmed down a bit. She looked at the ground with a bit of nervousness. "H-Hello," Elise said, nervously towards the red hair girl.</s> <|message|>Henri Larue Henri didn't expect that the orc woman would deflect his blade so easily, without even taking her eyes off him, making his dagger fly off the roof. Loosing one of his daggers wasn't that bad, the worse thing was her machete cutting the air. Her strike was true, she wouldn't miss. His eyes were wide open as he twisted his body, doing a cartwheel to try and dodge her attack. But even with his agility and flexibility, he wouldn't be able to completely dodge that attack... He grinned his teeth as he saw her blade getting near his thighs. It would be a deep cut... He would be lucky if it didn't break his femur... "Should have gone for the kill..." Henri thought, grinning his teeth and twisting his body to try and make her miss any vital spot. Every single cell on his body yelled him to grab the girl and flee. He was too tired and exhausted to beat that orc woman alone. Only luck would decide if he would survive that strike, and still be able to walk... But once more... Luck proved to be on Henri's side, as something quite unexpected happened. Lyn threw some seeds at the woman, which exploded in many thorns, grabbing the orc woman's arm and throwing it back. He didn't expect that Lyn, that frail beauty could handle herself in a battle, but he was apparently wrong. She had some tricks up her sleeve. That's right. He wasn't alone this time. Lyn was there to help him. Henri wouldn't waste that opportunity that Lyn gave him. The few, precious seconds that Lyn's magic made the orc woman drop her guard, surprised. He was in the middle of the cartwheel, so he couldn't grab a dagger right now... The only thing he could do was use the momentum the cartwheel gave him, he would kick the orc woman right in the neck, putting his legs around her neck, using his powerful legs to try and suffocate the orc woman, grabbing her arm with his hands so she couldn't hit him with the other blade. "I'm counting on you, Lyn! Don't let her move her other arm. Hold still only for a few seconds!" Henri shouted, locking his legs around the orc woman's neck.</s>

<|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Nox Mission Helena was not at all surprised that he wasn't having that. Though she was admittedly a little surprised by what he chose to attack her with. "This is not talking!" she said, her voice rising a little bit at the end as she tried to get away from the tentacles of darkness. And failing. Two of them wrapped around her foot and started to drag and tug and tighten about her so she couldn't get away, making her start to lose her balance. "This is definitely not talking," she went on, trying to see if she could get her boot free, but by then it was already wrapped around her leg as well and yanking hard enough that she slipped and was beginning to be dragged by her one leg as more tentacles reached for her other. And her hands and waist, and any other part of her body that they could find. Managing to yank her arm free, she caught the briefest flash of the yellow gemmed ring on her hand. She had the quickest of ideas, one she hopped would work. She doubted that the light she was about to bring forth would hurt the things grabbing at her, but she hoped that it would at least scare them off long enough for her to get free of them, regroup her thoughts, and hopefully burn them down. Which is what she was going to do if the light didn't put them off first. Tapping on the ring three times, she waited while the light came out, still struggling against the holds against her as she did so. When it did, the gripping and pulling stopped for long enough for her to scramble back and get onto her knees again. "Fuck me," she groaned, not certain that she had the energy or magic to do much more right that moment and still make it out of here on her own two feet.</s>

<|description|>Helena Axford UserName: May Age: 18 Mageblood type: Lux Favoured Magic Class: Pryormancy Previous Magic training: She's done some reading, but no real training. So a somewhat read novice. Race: Human Appearance: On the lower end of average height, fair skinned, freckled and bispecteled. Bright green eyes set in a a face that might be a little too pretty for her own good, with a smile that can easily throw you off (though not always in the best of ways). Athleticly slim. Shoulder length wavey red hair often tied back when working, but left free otherwise. A slew of piercings, mostly in her ears, though she's got a ring through her right nostril as well as a few other body piercings. A fire colored tattoo of a phoenix around her right wrist, a heraldic lion on her right hip and lower back, and a outline of a peacock across her shoulder blades with just the head colored in so far. Bio: Third child of seven, of her father's at least, she was raised around a large extended family in Port Slaughter. Not all of this family was blood. Her father, along with assorted family members where caught up, unsurprisingly, in business of less than legal nature. Her life was comfortable enough, even if not spared all the darkness of the city around them. She lived mostly with her mother, though it was not uncommon for her to spend time at either her oldest brother's home with his mother or with her father and his wife and her younger siblings, and on other occasions at the place her aunt shared with one of her uncle's. Despite what might have been awkward, the separate units were all very happy with the set up. Aside from her older sister's mother who kept the girl away from the rest of them for very petty reasons (her father refusing to marry her). The rest of them though seemed to have no problem with everyone else involved. Though her father loved all his children, it wasn't too terribly difficult to tell that Helena was his favorite. There was some tension with her younger sister's the most, but Helena did all she could to defuse the tension with them. Which worked mostly well, though there's still occasion where things are awkward with the girls. Despite the seven years between them, she was closet with her eldest brother, him being the elder of the two of them. It was easy to bound being the the ones who didn't have other siblings at home with their mother's. They bonded quickly as children, he treating her half like a brother and rough housing with her without problems and also being very much her big brother and being super over protective of her. Even as they grew older they were very close and Helena could often be found tagging along after him, no matter what trouble he was getting into. Her mother took ill when she was about thirteen, and no matter what they did, the healers they saught out, could save her from her fate, only lessen her suffering. It was a malignant growth in her brain. It was too big, too advance when they found it to much about it that wouldn't also hurt her mother to do. They just treated what they could and eased her pain. When she was fifteen her mother finally passed, leaving her to become fully emersed in her father's less than legal business. Expanding her already questionable skill set. Most girls her age weren't well taught in the art of beating a man up well, but Helena was. But the stress of everything didn't wear well on the normally hot tempered girl and something in her snapped. And she lit a man on fire who was trying a little too hard and not taking a no for an answer. It had happened so quickly, she wasn't for sure when it started. He was up in her face, being grabby and just generally too fresh. She said no, over and over, and he wouldn't take a hint. Helena tried backing away, but he followed closely, grabbing her wrist painfully and pulling her in hard against him. She grabbed his wrist with her right hand, and just thinking about how much she wanted to hurt him the way he'd done her was enough. She felt the heat in her hand, but it was a distant thing, no pain for her. But soon enough he was gasping and trying to pull out of her grasp. But she didn't let go, even as the smell of burning flesh came to her nose, the smoke curling out from under her hand as the small flames licked at his arm. He was screaming and the whole tavern was staring at them in utter, totally silent, shock by the time she passed out. Thankfully she was not alone at the time and once she'd passed out, she was taken home. When she came too she was disoriented and couldn't remember what had happened. He'd live, even if he would have an ugly scar as a reminder of what had happened for the rest of his life. When they told her, she was both horrified and rather excited about the prospect of lighting not human things on fire in the future. Helena worked on and off for her father's boss when they had need of her. She helped het father and uncle with intimidation, which worked well as news of what had happened in the tavern spread. She never really asked what it was that her older brother did for the gang, she never really bothered to question too deeply what it was the gang did in general. They moved stuff, she knew, getting things for other people as they requested. She just helped make sure that no one really got hurt by threatening to hurt them if they tried. But she was untrained and it was often dangerous for her. And others. And other property. She read what she could, mages not being totally uncommon in her family, but it had been a few years since any had studied, most of them left their powers rather ignored as long as it wasn't harmful to anyone. But without more directed training, her old man feared she burn herself out. So at eighteen he insisted rather forcefully that she seek out someone to teach her, even if that meant going away to the college. And so she did. Even if she had to have her boyfriend drag her there. Good Attributes: Passionate. Loyal. Determined. Hard working. She doesn't give up easily and will work until the job is done. You'd be hard pressed to get her away from a problem. Artistically inclined. She loves paintings and reading. But on top of that she isn't too horrible of an artist herself, she's just never dedicated too much of her time on it sadly. Athletic. She spent a lot of her childhood running around with the boys. And with boys much older than her. So she had to keep up with them. She's grown out of playing ball games with them, but she can outrun most of them now that she's bigger, despite being smaller than a lot of them. Bad Attributes: Hot tempered, stubborn, occasionally prone to brawling. Which is a terrible combination. She'll take on fights that she's not always so sure about winning simply because she's reached the point of boiling a little too fast. And she doesn't back down easily either. She's also a bit of a white Knight and will sometimes jump to the rescue of someone she sees as weaker or in need. It's frankly a miracle that she's not had more broken bones in her life. While a questionable bad skill, she generally good a typical Rouge things. Lock picking, persuasion (mostly by flirting and using her physical charms), and being sneaky. They're good for her work, but not really the best things to know. She often uses for personal gain, getting things for free with no intention of returning the favor that she so heavily hinted at to whoever she was getting the thing from. Which has lead to more than one fight. She also frequently finds herself getting drinks for free, more than she should drink. But that doesn't stop her from accepting them and drinking them. Which totally isn't a problem she swesrs. It isn't like she can't live without a drink. At least not there yet. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Back at School Helena 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." She 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.</s> <|message|>Alaira Taenn Alaira Taenn She 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." The 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.</s> <|message|>Lyn Marik Uncovering Shadows Hysteria (Djarkel) , @Demonic Angel, @13org and @EliteCommander --- All the assassins managed to escape. Not a single trace was able to be found as they vanished like smoke in the wind, the warehouse reduced to a partly burnt ruin. With the scene quiet, the students were left to resume their earlier mission. Those still healthy quickly collected their crippled allies and proceeded with medical attention. Much to a few of their fortunes, Samuel seemed to have prepared for trouble. About six tightly bundled blood sickness herbs were stashed among their things within the carriage. Within the next two days, Henri, Lyn, and Leith were back on their feet. Naturally, during a long conversation things were decided to bring Henri back to the college with them. Things became uneventful since the assassins didn't aim a second time for the chest. When the students finally arrived at their final destination, the Baron was grateful for the chest. Even so, he provided them with a return letter for Lucilia. Insisting that they waste no time in returning to the college before the day end, he bade them farewell. Present Lyn Lyn sat, comfortable and warm, covered by blanket inside the carriage. Being slightly cold-blooded, her instinct forced her to suck heat from the nearest heat source. Much to Henri's enjoyment, that happened to be him. She disliked the cold as it bit through the wool and dug into her flesh. It chilled her to the very bone at the worst times. The driver upfront hollers back to his passengers. "Twilight College just ahead, folks." Gradually the large gates creaked open to allow the horse and the students through. As the horse snorted, their figures brought to a halt, Lyn was the first out. The blanket still wrapped about, she felt her joints pop then snap upon exiting. "Oh, geeze… ow…owie!" She leaned back to release the pressure on her back. Sitting for days on end was not fun at all and made her muscles all stiff. College Troubles Val, Twilight College Five-One@BlackPanther@Luna Seeing the younger woman still panicking, Val decided to take matters into her own hands. The dwarven woman gently placed her hands on either side of Elise's arms then gently guided the woman toward the infirmary. Averting eyes from the color red. "Come on Lassie, follow me." Val paused long enough to address Veretu. " Ye n' Summer t'ere 'ead to t'e kitc'ens. T'en explore the college a bit. I'll 'ave K'an send Rat'el to git ye later. Sounds like a plan?"</s>

<|message|>Helena Axford ☆ Helena ☆ Back at School Helena noted the way that she was looked at. She was sure the other girl was gawaked at for her height around others. But as she looked her over more she noted that it was much more than just her height. Her brow quirked some as she wondered what it was that had disfigured her so. And yet hadn't touched her face. She took the offered hand in her much smaller one though she shook with a strength that her size hide. She was decently strong for her height and weight. "Well it is a pleasure," she replied with a smile, dropping her hand back down to her side before sliding both of them in through her belt. "Rather gathered you were a student though."</s>

<|description|>Henri Larue UserName: 13org Age: 19 Mageblood type: Clima Favoured Magic Class: Aeromancy Previous Magic training: Novice, only the necessary to perform on the circus he was born in. Race: Human Naerse Appearance: Henri has light blonde, almost white short hair, and a face that would make any maiden envious. Due to his job as a performer in the Larue Circus, taking care of his appearance is somewhat important. His delicate face and smooth skin are evidences of this fact. Standing at 5'8", he has a deceptively slender body. Trained since he was born, he moves almost like a cat thanks to his agility and almost unbelievable flexibility. His body, although not as bulky and tough looking, is very muscular, to the point that he can support his own weight with one hand with ease. Needless to say, a contortionist, acrobat and knife juggler / thrower needs to have complete control over his own muscles. Henri usually wears almost skintight pants and shirts, a simple, red cowl, some belts and pouches to hold his knives and some other useful things for a performance and some silk bandages around his forearms. He doesn't have a particular taste for clothes per se, for him, as long as its comfortable and flexible enough for him to jump and move freely, he will wear anything. Maybe that is due to him being raised in an itinerant street circus, but he is almost never seen without his knives. The number of daggers he has hidden on his body is unbelievable, leading to some pretty ridiculous situations when he needs to enter a place where weapons are not permitted. Equipment: -Bandages (Made of silk): They have some... Unusual uses. Silk is expensive, but these 'bandages' were given to him because they are part of the materials he uses for his performances. On combat, they have many, many uses, including wrapping around limbs to prevent someone from moving or making them fall, or even being used just like a rope dart, tying it on the end of one of his daggers to throw it and swing it. The silk is the perfect material for these type of things, as it is incredibly light (easily manipulated by wind magic) and incredibly resistant. Bio: The Larue are a very well known itinerant troupe, having some of the most fantastical artists and performances around. Not having a fixed home, they are constantly traveling, hopping from town to town, doing their shows in trade of a place to stay and some money. Their presence in a town is almost always noted both by noblemen and common folk alike. With almost two centuries of history, there were multiple generations of Larue artists that were born, lived and died using this same name. The history behind the origin of the Larue troupe is actually pretty interesting. No one knows, or seems to remember the exact reason for the first members to leave behind their old lives completely, rejecting their possessions, names, homes, not mattering if they were rich or poor, and dedicate their entire lives to the nomadic, colorful and happy lifestyle that became the trademark of the Larue troupe. This tradition is not as widely followed as before, and the Larue are extremely rigid about accepting new members on their family, but sometimes, there is a person who really has the heart and soul of a Larue and is willing to give up on their previous life to join them. One reason why the Larue became more rigid about accepting others is that as the time went on, the Larue became an actual family, with actual blood ties. With the Larue troupe created, many of their members developed romantic interests for one another, due to living together, acting like a family & etc. As a result, many of them married and had kids with members of the own troupe. After nearly two centuries and many generations, the "Larue" name became synonym of those who have almost perfect physiques, due to their incessant training and genetic traits. Henri Larue, born from two members of the Larue troupe, was raised amongst dancers, acrobats, storytellers, knife throwers and many other artists. Due to this upbringing, is not surprising that he also came to enjoy those arts. Henri grew up to be an incredibly beautiful boy, having a smooth skin and delicate face, enough to make even noblewomen envy him. But beauty wasn't everything that young Henri had... He also was blessed not only with an incredibly flexible and agile body, but he was also blessed with mageblood. Magebloods are incredibly rare, but there were a small few mageblooded Larues in the troupe. Learning the basics on how to use his power, Henri quickly became one of the main attractions on the shows. Dangerous, exciting, exhilarating, marvelous... these were just some of the adjectives used to describe Henri's performances. Ones of the most daring acts he performed, included the silk bandages on his arms, a knife and a 'target'. By discreetly tying the bandage in the end of one of his knives, he would throw it in such a way that it was certain to hit his partner. The knife would stop inches away from his partner's face. By use a tiny bit of wind magic, a faint breeze would blow under the bandages, making them stand upright, with the dagger hanging on the other end. Other interesting numbers involved him using his wind magic to make impossible movements by making him faster or creating small breezes to move the bandages, creating beautiful patterns with the silk and obscuring the public's view, deceive and manipulate their perceptions in illusion tricks. But the streets are not kind to everyone... Having a nomadic lifestyle also means knowing how to defend themselves, and sometimes... how to steal to survive. The only rule amongst the Larue was to never steal out of pure greed and not be caught while stealing, as it would affect the troupe's reputation, and it was incredibly effective. Nobody had never caught a Larue stealing anything. Most often, they thought that it was the work of common pickpocketers that were common to appear anywhere with a lot of people. The Larue weren't just artists. They were only able to live the way they did because they earned it. It took an incredible amount of courage, or foolishness, to mess with a Larue. Both mind and body polished over years and years, made them incredibly cunning and dangerous opponents. Henri was no different, with an incredible prowess with knives, and a strong and agile body, Henri sure knew how to take care of himself, even without using his magic. After he turned 18, the opportunity arised for him to further train his magic powers on the Twilight College. Henri had no reason not to go, and besides that, he would love to know more about the one thing that surpassed any comon sense, the one thing that was always a mystery to him, magic. Packing the few things he had, he departed. It would be... lonely to be away from the cheerful and happy day to day and the heartful laughter from the troupe... Good Attributes: * Acrobat/Parkour: Henri has an incredibly agile, flexible body and balance. Although he is not as light and weightless as the elves, being able to jump through the trees and walk over thin ice, his body has a good balance between power and speed. Taking out the weight factor, he can keep up even with an elf depending on the location and circumstances. * Jack of Blades: Henri always had a weird attachment to daggers and knives, and can handle them like no one. Be it throwing or wielding them. * Trickster's Blessing: Unpredictable movements, attacks and having both tongue and mind as sharp as his daggers make him an incredibly dangerous opponent both in a combat or out. The worse thing one can do when fighting against him is taking its eyes off Henri. * Disguise Presence: The streets aren't a kind place... Sometimes, its better to be a nobody, a ghost, instead of having a strong presence and be noted. * Crazy Legs: Although Henri has never trained any martial arts before, his kicks are nothing to scoff at. Fast and powerful, his "martial art" consists of various acrobatic movements, lacking any specific style or form. Bad Attributes: * Unfit for Nobility: Henri was raised amongst a troupe of itinerant artists. He is incredibly uncomfortable in 'noble' places, such as in a banquet, in a castle & etc. Needless to say, he doesn't trust nobles that much. * Rogue's Honor: Henri always pays his debts. Be them good or bad, especially bad. (Help him, and he will 'owe you one'. Deceive or use him, and he will make you pay back for it.) * Problems with Authority: Its not a good idea to order him to do something... Its almost certain that he will not do it. Ask him instead, and you will have much better chances from him listening to you. * Not a Soldier: Henri is not a soldier or a mercenary... He wont stay and fight if things get ugly. * Innocent lives matter: Henri gets extremely uncomfortable on situations where innocent lives might be harmed and will refrain at all costs (without risking his own safety) to hurt seriously any innocent, sentient creatures. * Not a big fan of closed spaces: Henri gets uncomfortable in closed spaces. He gets agitated and becomes unable to think very well. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Leith Calder Leith Calder The fumes were dulling Leith's senses. As the elf swung her trident at him, he knew he had to move, but his reactions felt sluggish. He staggered to the side, away from the crates he had his back against. The trident still connected with him, slashing across his chest, but the wound was shallow. The pain pulsed hollowly through him, almost as if it wasn't his pain, but someone else's. Leith shook his head. He needed to deal with the elf before he made any more mistakes. He had left his sword in the carriage when he chased after the thief, but he still had a weapon. He pulled at the leather necklace he had around his neck. It pulled off easily, and he gripped the small, trinket-sized sword in his left hand. "To be fair, it wasn't you I was sneaking up on," Leith said, his speech slightly slurred. He glanced back in Ssarak's direction. There was another Esyire facing off against his friend. "Although maybe facing you would have been an easier challenge." He took a step forward and swung his right fist at the elf. He wasn't intending on hitting her with it. It was a cover to try and prevent her from noticing him enlarge Sephrim Sword in his other hand to the size of a longsword and take a swing at her leg.</s> <|message|>The Cander Village Elise, Twilight College @Luna@BlackPanther --- Elise was breathing heavily but was slowly trying to calm down from seeing the color of red, after all it has been troubling her ever since her mother died. She looked at Val with a slight smile and a slight confused look on her face. "V-Val, D-Demons? I-Is t-that w-what Z-Zaad i-is," Elise said, with a unquestionable curiosity and not understanding in what Val was talking about. Elise was a bit more calmer and looked at Val. "I-I h-have a-a f-fear o-of t-the c-color r-red," Elise said, with a slight nervousness in her voice when she told Val. She smiled a bit with what she had said even though she's slightly nervous. She had a thought in her head and looked at Veretu. "I-Is, t-that w-what y-you w-were w-warning m-me a-about, V-Veretu? A-About S-Salem," Elise said, towards Veretu with a slight curious poking question. She had always liked cats though. Elise heard a voice coming from behind them and slowly turned to see a female with red hair approaching them. She somewhat started to breathe heavily again even after she calmed down a bit. She looked at the ground with a bit of nervousness. "H-Hello," Elise said, nervously towards the red hair girl.</s>

<|message|>Henri Larue Henri didn't expect that the orc woman would deflect his blade so easily, without even taking her eyes off him, making his dagger fly off the roof. Loosing one of his daggers wasn't that bad, the worse thing was her machete cutting the air. Her strike was true, she wouldn't miss. His eyes were wide open as he twisted his body, doing a cartwheel to try and dodge her attack. But even with his agility and flexibility, he wouldn't be able to completely dodge that attack... He grinned his teeth as he saw her blade getting near his thighs. It would be a deep cut... He would be lucky if it didn't break his femur... "Should have gone for the kill..." Henri thought, grinning his teeth and twisting his body to try and make her miss any vital spot. Every single cell on his body yelled him to grab the girl and flee. He was too tired and exhausted to beat that orc woman alone. Only luck would decide if he would survive that strike, and still be able to walk... But once more... Luck proved to be on Henri's side, as something quite unexpected happened. Lyn threw some seeds at the woman, which exploded in many thorns, grabbing the orc woman's arm and throwing it back. He didn't expect that Lyn, that frail beauty could handle herself in a battle, but he was apparently wrong. She had some tricks up her sleeve. That's right. He wasn't alone this time. Lyn was there to help him. Henri wouldn't waste that opportunity that Lyn gave him. The few, precious seconds that Lyn's magic made the orc woman drop her guard, surprised. He was in the middle of the cartwheel, so he couldn't grab a dagger right now... The only thing he could do was use the momentum the cartwheel gave him, he would kick the orc woman right in the neck, putting his legs around her neck, using his powerful legs to try and suffocate the orc woman, grabbing her arm with his hands so she couldn't hit him with the other blade. "I'm counting on you, Lyn! Don't let her move her other arm. Hold still only for a few seconds!" Henri shouted, locking his legs around the orc woman's neck.</s>

<|description|>Henri Larue UserName: 13org Age: 19 Mageblood type: Clima Favoured Magic Class: Aeromancy Previous Magic training: Novice, only the necessary to perform on the circus he was born in. Race: Human Naerse Appearance: Henri has light blonde, almost white short hair, and a face that would make any maiden envious. Due to his job as a performer in the Larue Circus, taking care of his appearance is somewhat important. His delicate face and smooth skin are evidences of this fact. Standing at 5'8", he has a deceptively slender body. Trained since he was born, he moves almost like a cat thanks to his agility and almost unbelievable flexibility. His body, although not as bulky and tough looking, is very muscular, to the point that he can support his own weight with one hand with ease. Needless to say, a contortionist, acrobat and knife juggler / thrower needs to have complete control over his own muscles. Henri usually wears almost skintight pants and shirts, a simple, red cowl, some belts and pouches to hold his knives and some other useful things for a performance and some silk bandages around his forearms. He doesn't have a particular taste for clothes per se, for him, as long as its comfortable and flexible enough for him to jump and move freely, he will wear anything. Maybe that is due to him being raised in an itinerant street circus, but he is almost never seen without his knives. The number of daggers he has hidden on his body is unbelievable, leading to some pretty ridiculous situations when he needs to enter a place where weapons are not permitted. Equipment: -Bandages (Made of silk): They have some... Unusual uses. Silk is expensive, but these 'bandages' were given to him because they are part of the materials he uses for his performances. On combat, they have many, many uses, including wrapping around limbs to prevent someone from moving or making them fall, or even being used just like a rope dart, tying it on the end of one of his daggers to throw it and swing it. The silk is the perfect material for these type of things, as it is incredibly light (easily manipulated by wind magic) and incredibly resistant. Bio: The Larue are a very well known itinerant troupe, having some of the most fantastical artists and performances around. Not having a fixed home, they are constantly traveling, hopping from town to town, doing their shows in trade of a place to stay and some money. Their presence in a town is almost always noted both by noblemen and common folk alike. With almost two centuries of history, there were multiple generations of Larue artists that were born, lived and died using this same name. The history behind the origin of the Larue troupe is actually pretty interesting. No one knows, or seems to remember the exact reason for the first members to leave behind their old lives completely, rejecting their possessions, names, homes, not mattering if they were rich or poor, and dedicate their entire lives to the nomadic, colorful and happy lifestyle that became the trademark of the Larue troupe. This tradition is not as widely followed as before, and the Larue are extremely rigid about accepting new members on their family, but sometimes, there is a person who really has the heart and soul of a Larue and is willing to give up on their previous life to join them. One reason why the Larue became more rigid about accepting others is that as the time went on, the Larue became an actual family, with actual blood ties. With the Larue troupe created, many of their members developed romantic interests for one another, due to living together, acting like a family & etc. As a result, many of them married and had kids with members of the own troupe. After nearly two centuries and many generations, the "Larue" name became synonym of those who have almost perfect physiques, due to their incessant training and genetic traits. Henri Larue, born from two members of the Larue troupe, was raised amongst dancers, acrobats, storytellers, knife throwers and many other artists. Due to this upbringing, is not surprising that he also came to enjoy those arts. Henri grew up to be an incredibly beautiful boy, having a smooth skin and delicate face, enough to make even noblewomen envy him. But beauty wasn't everything that young Henri had... He also was blessed not only with an incredibly flexible and agile body, but he was also blessed with mageblood. Magebloods are incredibly rare, but there were a small few mageblooded Larues in the troupe. Learning the basics on how to use his power, Henri quickly became one of the main attractions on the shows. Dangerous, exciting, exhilarating, marvelous... these were just some of the adjectives used to describe Henri's performances. Ones of the most daring acts he performed, included the silk bandages on his arms, a knife and a 'target'. By discreetly tying the bandage in the end of one of his knives, he would throw it in such a way that it was certain to hit his partner. The knife would stop inches away from his partner's face. By use a tiny bit of wind magic, a faint breeze would blow under the bandages, making them stand upright, with the dagger hanging on the other end. Other interesting numbers involved him using his wind magic to make impossible movements by making him faster or creating small breezes to move the bandages, creating beautiful patterns with the silk and obscuring the public's view, deceive and manipulate their perceptions in illusion tricks. But the streets are not kind to everyone... Having a nomadic lifestyle also means knowing how to defend themselves, and sometimes... how to steal to survive. The only rule amongst the Larue was to never steal out of pure greed and not be caught while stealing, as it would affect the troupe's reputation, and it was incredibly effective. Nobody had never caught a Larue stealing anything. Most often, they thought that it was the work of common pickpocketers that were common to appear anywhere with a lot of people. The Larue weren't just artists. They were only able to live the way they did because they earned it. It took an incredible amount of courage, or foolishness, to mess with a Larue. Both mind and body polished over years and years, made them incredibly cunning and dangerous opponents. Henri was no different, with an incredible prowess with knives, and a strong and agile body, Henri sure knew how to take care of himself, even without using his magic. After he turned 18, the opportunity arised for him to further train his magic powers on the Twilight College. Henri had no reason not to go, and besides that, he would love to know more about the one thing that surpassed any comon sense, the one thing that was always a mystery to him, magic. Packing the few things he had, he departed. It would be... lonely to be away from the cheerful and happy day to day and the heartful laughter from the troupe... Good Attributes: * Acrobat/Parkour: Henri has an incredibly agile, flexible body and balance. Although he is not as light and weightless as the elves, being able to jump through the trees and walk over thin ice, his body has a good balance between power and speed. Taking out the weight factor, he can keep up even with an elf depending on the location and circumstances. * Jack of Blades: Henri always had a weird attachment to daggers and knives, and can handle them like no one. Be it throwing or wielding them. * Trickster's Blessing: Unpredictable movements, attacks and having both tongue and mind as sharp as his daggers make him an incredibly dangerous opponent both in a combat or out. The worse thing one can do when fighting against him is taking its eyes off Henri. * Disguise Presence: The streets aren't a kind place... Sometimes, its better to be a nobody, a ghost, instead of having a strong presence and be noted. * Crazy Legs: Although Henri has never trained any martial arts before, his kicks are nothing to scoff at. Fast and powerful, his "martial art" consists of various acrobatic movements, lacking any specific style or form. Bad Attributes: * Unfit for Nobility: Henri was raised amongst a troupe of itinerant artists. He is incredibly uncomfortable in 'noble' places, such as in a banquet, in a castle & etc. Needless to say, he doesn't trust nobles that much. * Rogue's Honor: Henri always pays his debts. Be them good or bad, especially bad. (Help him, and he will 'owe you one'. Deceive or use him, and he will make you pay back for it.) * Problems with Authority: Its not a good idea to order him to do something... Its almost certain that he will not do it. Ask him instead, and you will have much better chances from him listening to you. * Not a Soldier: Henri is not a soldier or a mercenary... He wont stay and fight if things get ugly. * Innocent lives matter: Henri gets extremely uncomfortable on situations where innocent lives might be harmed and will refrain at all costs (without risking his own safety) to hurt seriously any innocent, sentient creatures. * Not a big fan of closed spaces: Henri gets uncomfortable in closed spaces. He gets agitated and becomes unable to think very well. Secret Word: Rebirth</s> <|message|>Ssarak Dyreackthanose Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Ssarak was not expecting the sudden outburst of flames, to be certain. For a few, very brief moments, it raised quite a few questions in his mind which he had a hard time believing would possess reasonable answers. Between the Esyire's thoughts and the words he screamed, it did not take too much effort for Ssarak to piece together what happened. The way the Esyire spoke seemed to suggest that he knew it would happen, which begged the question of why he, or any rational mercenary, would accept such a job to begin with. Why in the Inferno would anyone who was just working for coin agree to put on something that would allow said employer to immediately kill them at any time? Ssarak worked as a mercenary for a time, and if nothing else, he would have suspected that the employer could easily turn on them once they had secured the package. To Ssarak, it seemed insane, but he did not have time to dwell on such thoughts. The Esyire, in his panic, was running for an exit, towards at least one of Ssarak's friends. He could still be dangerous even in his last moments, so Ssarak followed after him. Being that the Esyire was on fire, Ssarak wondered if he might now be more susceptible to illusions. It did not seem likely that he was paying close attention to anything except his own pain. As such, Ssarak attempted to shift his perceptions to guide him away from anything dangerous he might end up setting ablaze. He shifted the apparent position of crates, other obstacles, and the exit itself to try and keep him from causing more harm.</s> <|message|>Leith Calder Leith Calder Leith staggered from the push. After the blade made contact with the elf's leg, Leith had shrunk the sword back down to the trinket it was before. He had been planning on shrinking and enlarging the sword when he attacked to throw his opponent off, but a scream silenced his plans. He spun his head around to notice that the Esyire that was fighting Ssarak was now engulfed in flames. A puzzled expression crossed Leith's face and he tried to figure out why the Esyire was on fire. Panic soon overtook bewilderment as the Esyire started running in Leith's direction. With all the spilled oil, it was far too easy for the warehouse to go up in flames. Without another thought, Leith shot his hands out in front of him and made a pushing motion. All the lamp oil that had been spilled from the barrel and landed on Leith and the elf flowed towards the back wall and out of the flaming Esyire's path. Leith regretted his decision immediately. His stomach churned as he lost all sense of orientation. He stumbled backwards, his foot catching on the edge of a crate. He was sent crashing to the floor. He spent a few moments staring at the roof of the warehouse idly wondering what brought him to this point. As he turned his head to the side and vomited, he smiled feebly. Well, he had never gotten Blood Sickness this badly before, so that was new.</s>

<|message|>Henri Larue Lyn's help came in a very good time. Thanks to her distraction, Henri was able to land an attack on the orc woman even tired as he was. As soon as his legs wrapped around the orc woman's neck, Henri grabbed the woman's other arm, making sure she wouldn't hit him. He could feel the woman's muscles tensing up as she tried to escape both his grasp and Lyn's vines, without much success. Even if she was able to rip some of the vines, they quickly grew again around her arm. The woman's strength was more than Henri expected, but still not enough to get free from his grasp. He didn't know for how long Lyn could keep up with her vines, but he presumed they wouldn't last forever. He had to finish that quickly. But the second that thought came to his mind, he saw with the corner of his eyes something red coming out of Lyn's nose. It was blood. She was probably already close to her limit. Time was running short. "Shit..." Henri cursed, immediately shifting his weight and pulling the woman's arm to try and throw her on the ground, while simultaneously choking her with his thighs. As soon as he did that though, he heard a thump sound... Lyn was on her knees, blood coming out from her nose as she struggled to maintain the vines. That was it. The second Lyn lost control of her vines, Henri was certainly dead. The orc woman wouldn't hesitate to cut him with her other machete. He had to finish that on that second, Henri wasn't going to last too much as well... He could already feel an intense muscular pain slowly building up... "Why it had to be an orc...? Even this woman is as hard as a freaking rock..." Henri thought to himself, as he continued to tighten his grasp on her neck. Indeed, even orc women were heavy, brutish masses of muscles. Luckily they weren't that agile and flexible, but on raw strength, there was hardly any other race that matched their raw, brute strength. "Just... a bit... more... Hang on Lyn!!" He shouted under his exhausted breath, tensing up his muscles and pressing his legs around the woman's neck almost like a snake in a deadly embrace, before twisting his body with all his strength in a quick, sudden movement, twisting both the woman's arm and her neck backwards in a violent manner. "Damn... I don't think I'll be able to run for a while after this... Henri thought to himself with an audible groan of pain. Every muscle of his body was aching with pain. He certainly wouldn't be able to run after that. Not on the state he was right now... Not only his muscles, but he was also hungry and thirsty. The effort he was doing right now would probably spend his last reserves of strength...</s>

<|description|>Kenenniah Alphanso I Alias: Flake Sex: Male Age: 20 Occupation: Bounty Hunter Appearance: His eyes are often bloodshot, his eyelids heavy from sleep, and his body is usually deprived of food. Dirt crusts all of the jet-black hair on his head, the likes of which he never styles and rarely cuts. He never shaves, instead opting to use a dagger to cut hair off when it gets too long for his convenience. Usually, this means he has facial stubble and relatively short hair. His teeth are more-or-less aligned, and are mostly yellow, but he has one missing tooth on the right side of his lower jaw. His jaw is fairly sharp, and his chin is rounded. Overall, he has a rough look to him. His body is lean and very muscular. He has dense bones, dense muscles, and thick, calloused skin. He is about average height, 5'8", and weighs around 130lbs. His strength is divided about evenly between his upper and lower body, and he is extremely agile. His body is iron-hard from years of combat, and he wears many scars on his exposed flesh, many of which he treated himself. . Personality: Harsh and exacting, but seeks moral good. Makes puns and jokes to himself. He has great wisdom and charisma, although he isn't too knowledgeable about much aside from economics and combat. His main personality feature is his control over his emotions - he doesn't like it when people learn more about him than he learns about them, so he takes great pains to blank out his expressions when around hostile influences. In addition, he is a loner, but is very sociable. He likes to play with other people and to learn from them as much as possible. His playfulness is rarely more prominent than a mere mischievous tendency, but he is prone to making games out of otherwise boring situations even when it inconveniences others. The one most important part of his personality is that he is rarely serious. He jokes a lot so that he can keep himself thinking. When he stops thinking is when he becomes most dangerous, since he defaults to analysis of his surroundings, and consequently, the weaknesses of those around him. He is only serious when he is in a truly challenging situation, or when his life is at stake, and he rarely offers mercy or consideration to others when in this state, despite his tendency for moral goodness. . Backstory: Flake grew up under the close observation of her father, who was the captain of the Talgot city guard. Talgot was the capitol of Kiodomn, the kingdom in which he lived. Sheckels were the main currency, and thirty were needed each month to provide modest accommodations and enough food for one person to survive. His childhood wasn't very difficult since his father earned enough for the family, but one day, his father didn't return from work. After that day, Flake and his mother tried making a living on their own, but his mother ended up starving herself to keep her son alive. To avoid squandering his mother's efforts, Flake ended up trying to join the guard force of Talgot. He learned after joining the guard that it was a burdensome job full of ass-kissing and chores as opposed to actual fighting, so he gritted his teeth and bore with it as he searched for another job. During this time, he weighed three options: he could try to get an honest job like a guard, he could join in competitions to make money, like a bar-fighter, or he could get an illegal job, like an assassin. As he searched, he found the perfect role model, and thusly, the perfect job: The Bounty Hunter. He immediately quit his job as a guard by challenging the guard captain, Drake, to a duel. He ended up winning the duel, then used his fame to march into the Sweeper's Hall and ask for a bounty. From that day forward, his legacy as a bounty hunter began. He would spare many of his victims if he saw it morally right and they let him exchange their lives for proof of their death. He only had to kill a few of his targets, and even then, he never did so by accident. The Sweeper started to respect him quite quickly. But that's when the Hardest Night of Winter came along and he earned his nickname, "Flake." The Hardest Night of Winter is an event that he rarely talks about due to how gruesome and horrific it was. The word "genocide" would be inadequate for describing the event. A mixture of snow, thunder, and monstrous creatures attacked the town and darned near annihilated the guard forces. But Flake teamed up with Drake and repelled the creatures by analyzing their attacks and telling Drake what to do. Drake himself gave Flake the nickname since he supposedly, "danced through the wind like a snowflake, untouchable, unseeable, heartless, cold, and deadly." Flake decided to keep the name, since it was the first and only accolade he had to his name aside from his successful bounty hunting. Immediately after getting the name of Flake, the Sweeper of Talgot honored him with the unnamed bounty they had in reserve. Flake eagerly accepted it, completely unaware of the lasting implications of doing so. And so the story continues... . Equipment: - Armor: He has a set of leather armor that covers his body from the base of his neck to his ankles, leaving only his hands and feet exposed. Beneath the leather armor is a set of thinly-woven steel chainmail and thin cloth padding, and there are metal ribs along the forearm sections of the armor. He wears dark leather boots with iron-plated and cushioned soles. - Weapons: He uses a straight, 50cm long falchion with a smoothed and ergonomically designed ebony handle and a weighted pummel. The hand-guard on the weapon is minimal. He has three balanced daggers arranged parallel to his oblique. Additionally, he keeps a composite shortbow with a draw weight of 60lbs in his rucksack(unstrung). - Carrying Equipment: He has a rucksack with 2 cubic feet of volume and 40lbs of carrying capacity, one quiver with 20 arrows, and a bandolier that can hold up to 3 daggers. He also has a coin purse that is almost always empty. - Other Equipment: Varies. Usually he has a set of spare clothes, a mirror, and at least one day's worth of food and water in his rucksack. Sometimes he carries extra supplies or equipment to carry out a bounty.</s> <|message|>Raine Starling The only response that Raine got to her demand was a clanging sound, which made her glare in that direction. "I told you to make yourself visible, not-" Her sentence was cut short as a familiar voice echoed throughout the alleyway and, with narrowed eyes, she turned around, not surprised to see that tax collector guy coming her way. "You gave me a warning for attacking you, not for standing here and minding my own business." The assassin pointed out with yet another glare. "So why don't you go on back to your tax collection booth and cheat more people out of their-" Raine was cut off once again by a voice whose source was currently unknown. *This is really irritating.*The girl thought as she glanced around to see if she could at least get a glimpse of the one doing this but, as expected, they did a good job at keeping themselves hidden. Suddenly, she turned back towards the big bulk of a man and asked: "Is this what you do to people that don't pay taxes? Get your buddies interrogate them when they're alone?" By that time, the absence of the tax collector had attracted the curiosity of many of his customers, who were currently watching from the entrance of the alley. Raine, however, was not interested in the public attention, though she figured that messing with this man in her own little way once more could prove to be fun. She had a plan of her own: make it seem like everyone one was distracted by the drama she was causing then somehow get the mimic to show himself. She wasn't sure why he was doing this but figured that it had been done for some personal reason. Now she had to find a way to get the actor from behind the curtain. It was show time. "Well, Mr. Tax Collector?" The assassin said in a serious yet teasing voice. "What do you have to say for yourself?"</s> <|message|>Kenenniah Alphanso I As Drake continued walking down the alleyway, the lady with the dagger turned around, her narrow eyes piercing through the tax collector's soul. "You gave me a warning for attacking you, not for standing here and minding my own business., So why don't you go on back to your tax collection booth and cheat more people out of their-" then came the second voice. Drake looked around, trying to find the source based on the reverberations, but the sound seemed to come from multiple directions,*clearly an amateur ventriloquist.* After a second, Drake being considerably closer to Raine, she turned back around and said, "Is this what you do to people that don't pay taxes? Get your buddies and interrogate them when they're alone?" Drake continued walking, ignoring her words as he did so.*I wish I'd just taken her coin to shut her up,*he thought, grimacing. Before long, she was talking yet again, this time in a mocking tone, "Well, mister tax collector? What do you have to say for yourself?" Drake brushed past Raine quite casually, but was then greeted by two more voices. Flake adjusted his voice towards the back end of the alley once more and, in the same voice as before, he said, "one more step and we'll shoot the girl." The sound reverberated off the wall perfectly, but then, Flake decided to add one more voice, this one a bit more raspy and aged, "Yeah, don't take another step, ya' punk." Flake then watched as Drake stepped in front of Raine, shielding her from the unseen enemies at the back of the alley. He reached for his sword, saying, "You know who you're messing with?" He grasped the hilt of his sword, his knuckles popping from the sudden strain. Flake adjusted his voice once again and, in the raspy voice, he retorted, "dern' straight. We're talking to the drunkest bas** in Talgot." Drake gritted his teeth, but the voice wasn't echoing in the same way. He quickly looked up, but all he could see were balconies.*He's on a balcony, but which one?*Drake was glad for the excitement, but he didn't want any civilians getting hurt, especially due to him. In a low voice, Drake told Raine, "hey, miss whoever-you-are, look up, see if you spot any movement." Flake sighed silently, knowing that they were already on to his little plan. He closed his eyes and retreated from view a half-minute ago when Drake first started to look up. He was now waiting, thinking up the next move in his little game.</s> <|message|>Raine Starling Raine smirked a bit as the man ignored her. It didn't bother her at all, especially since she managed to get the crowd rowdy. They were murmuring to each other and pointing towards the area where the tax collector and Raine were standing. Her victory was short lived, though, and the threat of being shot at brought her attention back to what she truly wanted to do: find out who was currently taunting her and the man in the armor. She pulled her dagger from it's hiding spot beneath her cloak and got into a defensive stance, even if it wouldn't stop her from getting a bullet. Because of this, she didn't mind when the man covered in armor stepped in front of her, shielding her from the hidden threat.*A cannon would probably only make a dent in that thing...*the assassin thought with a low whistle and then pushed the thought away so she could focus on the voice coming from the other end of the alley. Raine also picked up on the difference in the way the sound of the voice each echoed off the walls and she too glanced up, expecting to see the owner of the voice. "hey, miss whoever-you-are, look up, see if you spot any movement." "My name is Misti...and I saw movement about ten feet from where we're standing at an angle of elevation of about sixty six degrees." She mumbled to him. "Any plans on how we're going to get him to show himself, Mr. whatever-your-name-is?" Apparently they were working together now, or at least that's what Raine assumed, so she figured that creating a plan that they both could efficiently execute together would be a smart thing to do.</s>

<|message|>Kenenniah Alphanso I Drake noted and ignored the low whistle the lady behind him uttered, then listened as she whispered, "My name is Misti." Drake grinned as she continued, instantly checking off "meet a smartass lady" from his bucket list. "and I saw movement about ten feet from where we're standing at an angle of elevation of about sixty six degrees. Any plans on how we're going t get him to show himself, Mr. whatever-your-name-is?" After hearing her speak, all Drake could do was roll his eyes and continue looking sharp, hoping to notice when the enemy made a move. Flake carefully listened to their words as they attempted to quietly speak to one another, then decided to reveal himself.*Who would've known. So lady assassins do learn something at that academy*he thought, silently drawing his saber. He rested it against his arm, then picked up a rock, adjusted his voice towards the back wall once more, and shouted, in a new, scratchy voice, "Fire!!" After doing so, he threw the rock at a trashcan and jumped from the balcony, launching himself down with aid from the railing. Drake braced himself for a heavy projectile, but none came, instead the plink of a rock hit a trashcan. "ABOVE!" he shouted, instantly pulling his sheath down along his back, drawing his blade with a loud, metallic screech. The figure was falling so fast that his features were nearly indistinguishable, besides his black leather armor and glinting blade. The guard's huge blade only barely made it out of it's sheath as Flake's blade slammed onto the captain's helmet, releasing a few bright sparks and a powerful thud. Drake stumbled back for a second, trying to pull his sword back towards his chest, but Flake was moving too quick for the heavy soldier. "Hey buddy," Flake said, swiftly chopping at the joint of the gauntlet against his radial plate. The heavy soldier's hand instantly released from shock, causing his weapon to fall to the ground. "YOU!!!" Drake roared, reaching for the man with his other hand. Flake instantly brought his saber over to the man's other arm, savagely whacking the same spot on his other arm, this time with the blunt side of the blade. "Yeah," Flake said, quickly shifting positions. At the moment he finished speaking, he delivered a sideways thrust-kick directly at the soldier's chest plate, tossing him back at the assassin, "me." The soldier landed on the ground with a resounding thud, and as the sound echoed across the alley, Flake sheathed his saber, a wide smirk on his face. "How'd you sleep, missy?" Flake asked, directing his attention towards Raine as his royally-pissed-off friend started to get up once again. The crowd near the entrance to the alley was erupting with conversation as Flake watched the lady, the sounds of metal plate thundering as Drake quickly got to his feet, grabbing his large sword with a grunt. "You owe me five for that act, ya idiot," Drake mumbled, sheathing his sword smoothly as he stood up once more.</s>