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[ { "from": "system", "value": "UserName: Konan375\nAge: 25\n\nMageblood type: Aqua\n\nFavoured Magic Class: Hydromancy\n\nPrevious Magic training: None\n\nRace: Naerse Human\n\nAppearance: 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.\n\nShort 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.\n\nAs 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. \n\nWhen 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.\n\nHe got there five years later.\n\nAfter 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?\"\n\nLeith 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. \n\nHe 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. \n\nNear 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.\n\nGood 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.\n\nBad 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.\n\nSecret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth\n\nYellow Ring \nName: Illuminating Ring \nDescription: \nType: Non-Combative/Combative \nRange: Individual to up to five meters \nDuration: Depends on the mode\nOther information: \nThis 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. \n\nSearch 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. \n\nIllumination 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. \n\nFlash 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." }, { "from": "human", "value": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nHelena started to back up again, but the beast was taken down before she had to worry too much about it. Once it was crumpling to the ground, she hurried over, retrieving any knives she passed on the way, and went to help Darell back onto even, solid footing again. \"C'mon, let's get you back into the fight.\" Not that she wanted to do more fighting, but she'd also wanted to get out of their alive. He came up and got onto his feet, she took that moment to look around again, see where Annabeth and Collete were and if Athalus was handling the one that had gone for him. She was sure that he was, he'd been the one to actually kill any of them, she'd only distracted and wounded. \n\nWhich she did again, once she let go of Darell's hand, lighting up the one going after Drake and the others, helping them out as she could so they all could get out of there. But when she was done, she was panting a little bit. It was pushing at her limits now, at the very least her limits of control. They needed to get out of there soon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Veretu&Salem\n\n\n---\n\n\nVeretu was walking at a decent pace when he heard someone approach. Approach then fall, but that was not here nor there. He hoped that that would've meant the person would leave, but no...apparently not. His dragon wings pulled around him to create more of barrier between them. He turned, but the full view of him was blocked out by his leathery wings. \"He's not a cat\" it was said matter of factly and it did not seem to be ready to explain in full detail what he meant. \n\nSalem however turned and seemed somehow more egotistical. \"Im much better then a cat. Im special\" The cat waved his tail and beamed at the girl before looking up at veretu and rolling his eyes. \n\nBefore either could continue however, veretu caught sight of the dwarf woman. It would seem impossible for his wings to shut anymore and him still see, but he managed it. He was fully taken from sight on his front and it was clear he did not handle social interaction well. Though, he was at least facing her direction. \n\nSalem however once more proved that he was the more social of the two. The cat waved his tail once more and instead of outright speaking gave a rather innocent sounding meow. He was testing to see how the soot covered woman would react to him. Giant green eyes and all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "---\n\n\n\nAt the Twilight College, Elise blinked at the response from the tall man in front of her. She did notice he tried to shroud himself with his beautiful wings and her eyes were sparkling in awe. \"W-What d-do y-you m-mean h-he's n-not a-a k-kitty c-cat?\" Elise asked, curiously to the man who had awe inspiring wings. She heard Black Kitty's response to her and giggled cutely towards the talking black cat. \"Y-You a-are v-very c-cute,\" Elise said, looking at the kitty cat. She had cute little eyes looking at the black kitty, she had always wanted a kitty cat. \n\nElise noticed ahead of them, a dwarf woman covered in soot from working at a blacksmithing forge. She walked forward to greet the woman, even though she stays away from forges in her hometown because they craft swords mostly. \"I-I g-guess, I-I s-should g-greet m-myself,\" Elise thought to herself, nervously but she didn't fall on her face again. She gently smiles towards the woman who's approaching them. \"H-H-Hello…,\" Elise stuttered, nervously because of the fact she's nervous around new people. She cutely and gently sighs and tried to become calm around new people.\n\nElise had stopped walking right next to the man with beautiful dragon wings at closer inspection. She only wanted to get closer to the black kitty cat. \"I-I s-so w-want t-to p-pet t-the k-kitty,\" Elise thought to herself, while looking at the black cat in awe of his' adorableness. She was looked up for a bit and had a smile on her face. She waited for the person who approached them to speak since she wanted to introduce herself unless, she's already known for coming here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "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. \n\nAs the person stood over him with their trident raised and poised to strike, Leith had an idea. He needed to be precise. Any mistake and he would be skewered by the trident. On the down-stroke Leith tucked his head down and moved his right arm upwards to cover his head. \n\nCLANG\n\nThe sound of metal hitting metal rang throughout the room and the trident struck Leith's gauntlet. He sighed at the sight of the holes in his cloak. \"That was my favorite cloak.\" He muttered under his breath. He moved his hand to grab onto the trident and keep his assailant from retrieving it and with his free hand he held it out and tapped the yellow-stoned ring on his ring finger with his thumb three times. \n\nAs the ring started to hum, Leith shouted out to his friends.\n\n\"RING!\" \n\nDuring their ride in the carriage, the group had developed a few strategies for if their diplomatic mission ever turned sour. One of them had been for Leith to shout a word to potentially distract their opponents and warn his allies at the same time. He covered his eyes in the crook of his arm, and hoped that his friends had heard him as a bright flash erupted from the ring. He then gave a tug on the trident and then pushed back on it. There was a ripping noise as his arm tore free of the imprisoning cloak." } ]
[ { "from": "system", "value": "UserName: Konan375\nAge: 25\n\nMageblood type: Aqua\n\nFavoured Magic Class: Hydromancy\n\nPrevious Magic training: None\n\nRace: Naerse Human\n\nAppearance: 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.\n\nShort 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.\n\nAs 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. \n\nWhen 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.\n\nHe got there five years later.\n\nAfter 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?\"\n\nLeith 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. \n\nHe 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. \n\nNear 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.\n\nGood 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.\n\nBad 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.\n\nSecret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth\n\nYellow Ring \nName: Illuminating Ring \nDescription: \nType: Non-Combative/Combative \nRange: Individual to up to five meters \nDuration: Depends on the mode\nOther information: \nThis 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. \n\nSearch 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. \n\nIllumination 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. \n\nFlash 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." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The eerie silence was rather unsettling for the vampire, making her grip tighten more on the handle, as the wait continued. A few more moments of silence between them as his foot moved the chest away in order to add tension to this encounter, making the girl question her methods, than it happened. Quick snapping of the finger causing three colors to blind together fairly well. Slowly the woman's stomach churned as a vile taste formed upon her tongue.\n\nNaturally the enemy had to be a pyromancer. Naturally these people had to choose the middle of broad daylight to attack. Ever single student was forced into a sticky situation without any type of warning. The one thing she wasn't expecting was that one quick movement. Keri forced the shield upwards, angling it just enough to keep the man's motion stopped, and for a bit of pushing back. The girl's sword was swiped to his side in attempt to either force the human back or hit him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak was not expecting the sudden outburst of flames, to be certain. For a few, very brief moments, it raised quite a few questions in his mind which he had a hard time believing would possess reasonable answers. Between the Esyire's thoughts and the words he screamed, it did not take too much effort for Ssarak to piece together what happened. The way the Esyire spoke seemed to suggest that he knew it would happen, which begged the question of why he, or any rational mercenary, would accept such a job to begin with. Why in the Inferno would anyone who was just working for coin agree to put on something that would allow said employer to immediately kill them at any time? Ssarak worked as a mercenary for a time, and if nothing else, he would have suspected that the employer could easily turn on them once they had secured the package. To Ssarak, it seemed insane, but he did not have time to dwell on such thoughts. \n\nThe Esyire, in his panic, was running for an exit, towards at least one of Ssarak's friends. He could still be dangerous even in his last moments, so Ssarak followed after him. Being that the Esyire was on fire, Ssarak wondered if he might now be more susceptible to illusions. It did not seem likely that he was paying close attention to anything except his own pain. As such, Ssarak attempted to shift his perceptions to guide him away from anything dangerous he might end up setting ablaze. He shifted the apparent position of crates, other obstacles, and the exit itself to try and keep him from causing more harm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "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. \n\nPanic soon overtook bewilderment as the Esyire started running in Leith's direction. With all the spilled oil, it was far too easy for the warehouse to go up in flames. Without another thought, Leith shot his hands out in front of him and made a pushing motion. All the lamp oil that had been spilled from the barrel and landed on Leith and the elf flowed towards the back wall and out of the flaming Esyire's path. \n\nLeith regretted his decision immediately. \n\nHis stomach churned as he lost all sense of orientation. He stumbled backwards, his foot catching on the edge of a crate. He was sent crashing to the floor. He spent a few moments staring at the roof of the warehouse idly wondering what brought him to this point. As he turned his head to the side and vomited, he smiled feebly. \n\nWell, he had never gotten Blood Sickness this badly before, so that was new." } ]
[ { "from": "system", "value": "UserName: Konan375\nAge: 25\n\nMageblood type: Aqua\n\nFavoured Magic Class: Hydromancy\n\nPrevious Magic training: None\n\nRace: Naerse Human\n\nAppearance: 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.\n\nShort 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.\n\nAs 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. \n\nWhen 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.\n\nHe got there five years later.\n\nAfter 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?\"\n\nLeith 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. \n\nHe 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. \n\nNear 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.\n\nGood 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.\n\nBad 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.\n\nSecret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth\n\nYellow Ring \nName: Illuminating Ring \nDescription: \nType: Non-Combative/Combative \nRange: Individual to up to five meters \nDuration: Depends on the mode\nOther information: \nThis 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. \n\nSearch 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. \n\nIllumination 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. \n\nFlash 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." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cynn Ellime\n\n\"So,\" Cynn said softly, having taken all that Annabeth had just told her. \"You are quite the busy one yourself, I see.\" She smiled kindly, moving slightly in the cot. This human girl was proving to be quite the interesting one, and kind to boot. She felt like they'd become good friends. But, for now, the forest elf had one more question.\n\n\"Annabeth,\" Cynn said, quite suddenly. The girl turned toward her quickly, like something was wrong, causing Cynn to smile a little. \"Nothing's happened, don't worry. I was just wondering...I mean, I told you about my family...and I was th-thinking that you could...maybe...let me know some about yours?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "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?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leith was taken aback by Uicle's retort. While he had been expecting a slightly annoyed response, the harshness of it had been surprising. When Uicle took a deep breath, which made Leith raise an eyebrow, and said that his day had been bad, Leith started to giggle. Quickly, the giggles turned into chuckles, and from chuckles to full-blown hysterical laughter. After a few moments, he gained control and looked up at Uicle, a bitter smile on his face. \"I think I may have you beat if you say your day has just been bad. I believe I misspoke when I said my day had gone sour.\" Leith's smile turned into a grimace.\n\n\"Because I may have inadvertently caused the death of a student and her child.\" Leith felt sick to his stomach as he said those words, and he was sure that it was quite noticeable on his face. He looked up at the roof and swallowed as he felt a lump form in his throat. \"So what happened to you that made your day bad?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "system", "value": "Age: 2320 \nClass: Warrior – Berserker\n \nDescription: 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.\n \n 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.\n \n 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.\n\n\n \n 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. \n\n 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. \n \n 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.\n\n 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,\n \n 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.\n \n 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. \n \n 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.\n \n 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." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What... did you say?!\"\n\nA 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.\n\nYet 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!\n\nSwaying 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.\n\n\"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!\n\n\"Mistress... are you,\"\n\n\"We have a demon to slay!\" Serphia quickly stated, raising a hand.\n\"Or, more precisely; I have a demon to slay! Whoever brings her down, remember that I will have the kill!\"\n\n\" ... 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!\n\n\"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.\n\nShe 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!\n\nShe 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!\nSo 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.\n\n\"I never thought I'd ever miss our Moon Priestess... \"\n\n\"Sentine Aleena!\"\n\n\"Yes, mistress!\"\n\n\"Go to the humie Cathedral and bring me the biggest, holiest; by blasphemous human standards; and spikiest thing you can find! And you,\"\n\nSerphia turned to narrow her silvery eyes on Mei.\n\n\"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.\n\n\" ... what's that about a love potion I keep hearing about?!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "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...\n\n\"At this point, I have no idea if we'll even be able to get Rithrynn out the situation she's gotten herself in.\" \n\nSharon 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.\n\n\" ... or rather, the situation you got her into.\"\n\nThe 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.\n\n\"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!\n\"But I'll give you some stuff for free if it just means you would PLEASE dress up like a normal, non-elf person!\"\n\nGimpsy conceded as she closed one eye and pointed at a nearby shelf of used adventuring equipment, labeled \"SALE\", \"SALE\" and \"SALE\" all over.\n\n\"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!\n\n\" ... what's that about a love potion I keep hearing about?!\" \n\n\"Uh-oh.\"\n\nChoosing 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?\"!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"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...\"\n\n \"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.\n\n \"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.\"\n\n \"Problem will be how to get her outside the walls...\"" } ]
[ { "from": "system", "value": "UserName: Konan375\nAge: 32\n\nMageblood type: Clima\n\nFavoured Magic Aeromancy\n\nPrevious Magic training: Has no clue he has mageblood.\n\nRace: Yarosmerian\n\n\n \nStanding 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.\n\n\n\n \n\nShort 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. \n\nYears 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. \n\nGood 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.\n\nBad 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.\n\nSecret Word: Rebirth" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nAs Ssarak feared, the situation did deteriorate quickly. Fortunately, their intimidation did at least bear some fruit, as two of the guards fled before the fighting could begin. This left their numbers evenly matched, but a fight was now certain. As Ssarak already had his weapon drawn he was ready to react immediately, even if he would rather not fight at all.\n\nThe robed man tried to claim that he was actually a demonomancer, but there was no way he could convince Ssarak of that. He had felt the pressure against his ward, not to mention how he was influencing Alaira. It was the same kind of misdirection Ssarak might attempt himself, even if it was less subtle and, to Ssarak, less convincing. \n\n_\"Do not believe him; he is a psychomancer.\"_ Ssarak warned telepathically to the others just as the guard captain began to rush him. However, he did not know about the illusory demons, so if any of his allies did not trust his word completely, he would not know to convince them that they were not real. Still, given how he was harming Alaira, Ssarak knew that it would be best to attempt to deal with him sooner rather than later.\n\nThe guard captain's swift charge gave Ssarak little opportunity to deliver a blow himself, as his maul required more time to deliver a full swing than a sword. Despite his rage, the captain at least seemed to be fighting intelligently by closing the gap and preventing Ssarak from using the advantage of reach. Even so, Ssarak was undeterred, as fighting in extreme close quarters was not something he was unfamiliar with. The head of his maul required force to move around its greater mass, but the haft of the weapon could be manipulated fairly quickly, especially while pivoting about its point of balance in the head. Holding his weapon horizontally in front of him, Ssarak quickly moved it down once he saw that the captain was thrusting towards his hand, then snapped it up to clash against the blade with the haft of his weapon, which absorbed the majority of the force from the attack. \n\nWith his gauntlets protecting his hands, Ssarak was comfortable moving into a counter. Continuing the motion of his initial block, he pushed the haft of the weapon up and to the right, with the head remaining relatively stationary. This pushed the captain's sword out of the way for a moment, giving Ssarak a chance to retaliate. Using the momentum he already had, Ssarak turned his upper body and charged forward, leading with his left shoulder. This meant that most of his body was at an angle to the captain, so his attacks were more likely to deflect off of his armor, rather than imparting the force head-on. He hoped to use his superior strength and sheer body mass to knock the captain over, and give him the advantage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alaira Taenn\n\nSeconds before Alaira managed to fry the poor fool's brain, she was thrown off of him, into the cart. With a loud thud she slammed into the cart. The shadows flickered, moving this way and that... fighting, maybe? She couldn't focus, the searing pain in both her mind and her back prevented any sort of action on her part. She whimpered, clutching her head in agony as the fight erupted around her. She didn't notice the phantasmal demons, as illusions didn't really work on her. All psychomantic interference on her mind was just white noise, an infernal searing pain throughout her brain. While it was impossible for a psychomancer to have the desired effect on her, it was rather easy to render her a non-issue..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Baulder\n\nBaulder was lead out of the ornate dorms through stairs and past a mixture of races and out to a courtyard. He was absolutely interested to the point of anger that he didn't know about all these other races. He had only met humans and an elf back at the village. He had no idea that there were so many different types of beings. However whenever he started to stop to stare at any given person or object the gargoyle pushed him along. He had the scariest thought for a moment that he would never have time to learn everything here. Time, he would need more of it. How much more would he need though is what he wondered for a moment before the gargoyle pushed him along again.\n\nThey passed by a cluster of large open spaces where people were casting fire from their hands at various objects and frost from their feet. He was rather curious as one of the people with ice protruding from their feet began skating around the small courtyard. He was rather entertained by this for a moment as he then saw the demon. The large gray creature that had taken him into the inferno, well atleast he thought so anyways. Either way he had seen the demon before. The gargoyle pushed him in the direction of his \"master\" and then walked off away to the corner of the room incase he needed it further. Baulder felt his eyes widen and his nostrils flair as his combined senses remembered the imp and the taste. He salivated as he remembered the taste of the imp, although it was quite gamey it was much less fatty than the deer he had been eating up until that point. His mind quickly wandered back to being knocked out again.\n\nBaulder began seething with rage and made a quick pace over to the large creature and once near his face dropped into a completely calm and neutral one again. His pupils dilated and then returned to normal as he said \"Master.....\" Immediately he clenched his jaw tight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Darius looked at the robed man as he denied being a Psychomancer and insisted that he was a Demonmancer. Whatever kind of magic the man had, he was a mage, and made him a priority target. Ssarak seemed certain that the man was a Psychomancer, and the dragon man had no reason to lie, so Darius believed him. \n\nThe remaining guardsmen attacked as soon as the mage stopped speaking. Darius was ready. As soon as he saw movement from the guards he started running for the robed man. As he dodged the knife that was thrown at him, he heard something screech from his right side. He chanced a look and saw that a demon had appeared from out of nowhere and it was heading for him. He stopped his charge and rolled out of the way of the creature's attack. He gritted his teeth in anger as he watched the demon and the guardsman.\n\nThese two were preventing him from getting to the mage. Focusing his anger, he created a ball of air in his hand. He waited for the demon to attack before he threw the condensed ball of air into the ground in front of the guard. The ball of air blew up and sent dirt and debris into the air. The moment the ball detonated, Darius dodged the demon's attack and ran at the guard he potentially temporarily blinded and thew a vicious punch at the man." } ]
[ { "from": "system", "value": "UserName: Vesuvius00\nAge: Physical age, 19. She's pretty smart though, because of her inquisitive nature. An IQ in the triple digits.\n\nMageblood type: Natura\n\nFavoured Magic Class: Herbamancy\n\nPrevious 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.\n\nRace: Human Yarosmerian\n\n\nShort Bio: \nBorn 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. \n\nJust 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. \n\nThe 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. \n\nFor 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.\n\nOne 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.\n\nIn 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.\n\nGood 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.\n\nBad 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). \n\nSecret Word: Rebirth\n\nOther/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.\nThe 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: \n(grandma)Look Im-Granny >< (grandpa)Im Grandpa-Middle (grandma)Ima Grandma-Too >< (grandpa)Just The-Last\n(mom)Not Granny-Middle >< (dad)Never Too-Last\n(child)First Middle-Last\n\nShortened names work like this:\nFirst Middle-Last = Fi'middlet Last\n\nEmmika Nash-Williams = E'nasha Williams\nEllin Ka-Rovis = El'kan Rovis\n\nRewards:\nYellow Ring \nName: Illuminating Ring \nDescription: \nType: Non-Combative/Combative \nRange: Individual to up to five meters \nDuration: Depends on the mode\nOther information: \nThis 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. \n\nSearch 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. \n\nIllumination 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. \n\nFlash 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\nName: Stealth Ring \nDescription:\nType: Non-Combative \nRange: Individual only\nDuration: An hour at max unless detected, than the ring is negated. \nOther information: \n\nTo 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. \n\nThe 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." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Keri Wolf Lyn's hunt\n\nKeri had decided to stay a vampire after the feast. This had so far proven to be a good choice except for Lucilla's hard training and Satori's paranoia. She had decided to keep her vampirism as a reminder for what had happened, mainly wanting to use this new power towards her ultimate goal. However this had caused her friend to be on constant watch. Thankfully this hunt had provided a new learning experience away from Satori's watching gaze. As much worry as her friend had displayed she decided to get a rune that allowed to call Satori when needed.\n\nKeri moved her thoughts towards the mission ahead of her. The sleeveless shirt she wore was a faded green. She wore a her usual brown tight pants. Keri walked towards her wardrobe searching for her most prized possession. A sigh of relief passed her lips as the necklace come into view. She grabbed the necklace as she once again studied the new rune on it. Keri reminded herself to keep moving as she placed the necklace in it's rightful place. She glanced at her doorway to see if her practice bow was next to her new sword hoister. A gift from Val when Keri started working down at the forge. She grabbed her mother's old sword, placing it inside it's new holder. She place the quiver of arrows as well as the sword on her back. The last things Keri had grabbed was the recently bought Phylactery and bag of candies before receiving any other required supplies before setting out.\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nThe branch shifted underneath Keri's feet as she moved away from the trunk. Her eyes intently focused around her for any form of movement. She allowed herself a peek towards Lyn only to see the teddy bear move in her line of sight. She stepped back in surprise only to cause herself to fall backwards. Keri unsuccessful tried to land on her feet. In the end she had landed on her back in front of E'nasha.\n\n\" Damn bear! Why did Lyn have to bring the thing anyways. Are you alright E'nasha?\"She said while groaning in pain." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Colette Filatrault, Catacomb\n\nColette sighed as she looked at her room. She was holding her small dagger with her. She was wearing the same dress from the feasts since she had no other clothes to wear and she hasn't had the time to make more. She packed some of the blood candies that recently finished last night into a small bag. \n\n\"Hmm I hope Mr. Tyrael doesn't mind that I am going with him\" she said before leaving Hyllos following close after her. She bi her lip as he walked towards the catacombs. She knew what it was like to be in the catacombs since she went in there to train with Hyllos, and she knew that it would be a very difficult mission. She got closer to the catacomb entrance and saw Tyrael waiting there obviously thinking to himself.She walked slowly until she was standing in front of him waiting for him to acknowledged her. While she was waiting she looked at the stone hate that was entrance of where they were going into, her mind going back her first time here. She looked at Hyllos who was flying around and remembered the creatures that were wondering around the dark place. She sighed and shook her head and looked down at her dagger gripping the handle of it in a tight grip" }, { "from": "human", "value": "E'nasha Williams Lyn's Hunt\n\nTime moved on after the feast, and over two months E'nasha had gotten into a routine. Mostly she studied, and spent as much time as possible practicing using her mageblood. Unfortunately that meant she wasn't spending any time being social, which caused El'kan to sign her up to go on a mission, to force her to at least talk to someone who wasn't him. \n\nNow she was standing in the middle of a forest, where she was apparently just supposed to help a hunt by scaring small animals to the huntress, and keep the bigger, more dangerous creatures away. She jumped back as her assigned partner, Keri, fell to the ground in front of her. She smiled and let out a small breath of laughter as she offered her hand to help Keri off the ground. \n\n\"Me? I'm fine. You're the one who just fell out of a tree.\" Sir flew down from his perch to land on E'nasha's shoulder as she spoke, and she pat the Raven on the head with her unoccupied hand. \"I'm starting to see a lot less animals in this area. Maybe we should go deeper into the forest?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "system", "value": "UserName: Vesuvius00\nAge: Physical age, 19. She's pretty smart though, because of her inquisitive nature. An IQ in the triple digits.\n\nMageblood type: Natura\n\nFavoured Magic Class: Herbamancy\n\nPrevious 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.\n\nRace: Human Yarosmerian\n\n\nShort Bio: \nBorn 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. \n\nJust 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. \n\nThe 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. \n\nFor 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.\n\nOne 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.\n\nIn 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.\n\nGood 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.\n\nBad 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). \n\nSecret Word: Rebirth\n\nOther/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.\nThe 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: \n(grandma)Look Im-Granny >< (grandpa)Im Grandpa-Middle (grandma)Ima Grandma-Too >< (grandpa)Just The-Last\n(mom)Not Granny-Middle >< (dad)Never Too-Last\n(child)First Middle-Last\n\nShortened names work like this:\nFirst Middle-Last = Fi'middlet Last\n\nEmmika Nash-Williams = E'nasha Williams\nEllin Ka-Rovis = El'kan Rovis\n\nRewards:\nYellow Ring \nName: Illuminating Ring \nDescription: \nType: Non-Combative/Combative \nRange: Individual to up to five meters \nDuration: Depends on the mode\nOther information: \nThis 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. \n\nSearch 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. \n\nIllumination 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. \n\nFlash 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\nName: Stealth Ring \nDescription:\nType: Non-Combative \nRange: Individual only\nDuration: An hour at max unless detected, than the ring is negated. \nOther information: \n\nTo 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. \n\nThe 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." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Keri Wolf Lyn's Hunt\n\nThe echoing howl rang in the air as if trying to struck fear into the student's hearts. Trees vibrated with the pained howl threatening to release the bloody scent in hopes to give farther nightmares to each person there. This sound brought a very disturbing threat with it. A promise to return blood from the one who caused it's pain. A promise of newly found violence to those whom were near. At least that was what Keri thought as she automatically flinched from the enhanced sound. Quite the down fall in her opinion though in many ways it helped.\n\nThe vampire slowly relaxed once more as the Cosh thumped to the ground. Though the sound was more muffled than before. Another problem was the bloody thing was gone. The girl's eyes darted around, trying to find something to track the mutt. A shift of grass caught her attention. A familiar outline of the paw came into view betraying the current location. This wasn't enough though. Keri knew if she wasn't careful she would most likely drain someone due to blood lust. A huge down fall for someone of her kind. A sudden dart forward as if it was attacking her but where was the question.\n\nA sudden attempted attack towards the Cosh allowed the vampire to dash right. She was still a bit faster then the damn thing even with the bruising. Granted every little twitch still send sharp pricks of pain. As if there were needles underneath the girl's skin. All she had to do was focus an not getting hit again. Easier said then done considering her luck thus far. Now all the vampire could really do was dodge and find it's weak point." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Colette, catacombs\n\nColette was the first to spot Khan coming towards them and she tensed slightly at the sight. Seeing Khan coming to them reminded her of what she did during the mission and it became to the foremost thought in her head now. She could feel her body began to shake slightly as she put away her dagger and knelt down to Baulder who was currently conscious, but immobile. She helped him onto her back since he was basically weightless to her and wanted to huff at the look\n\n\"Don't give me that look. I wasn't the one to drop you to the ground\" said said with as much bravery as she could in her shaky state. Once he was situated on her back she began her slow walk to the head master. She stood in front of him and waited for him to acknowledge her before speaking.\n\n\"Mr Khan...after I bring Baulder to the surface...can we have tea?\" Colette said in a shaky voice trying to control her shaking body so she didn't drop Baulder on the ground and hurt him more. Colette listened as Khan said something to her and slowly processed to hand Baulder over to him before making her way back to the college.\n\nColette exited from the catacombs and allowed herself to take a breath of fresh air which calmed her slightly, but it was enough until she talked about it with Khan. She knew she should be going to Lucillia with this, but after being catch in a comprising position in Keri's dorm room she has kept her distance from her mentor. She paused as she thought about the vampire and a light blush littered her pale white cheek. She hasn't seen much of Keri since they were caught over a month ago,and on more than one occasion missed her company dearly; especially when she was extremely lonely. She sighed and began the walk to Khan's office.\n\nShe reached the office and sighed mentally knowing that once she was done with this she could get past it and move on. She reached and slowly opened the door. She blinked in surprise when she spotted Annabeth and another girl she never really seen much.\n\n\"Oh Annabeth I didn't know you would be in here' Colette said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "E'nasha Williams Lyn's Hunt\n\nE'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. \n\nShe 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. \n\nShe 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.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "system", "value": "UserName: Vesuvius00\nAge: Physical age, 19. She's pretty smart though, because of her inquisitive nature. An IQ in the triple digits.\n\nMageblood type: Natura\n\nFavoured Magic Class: Herbamancy\n\nPrevious 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.\n\nRace: Human Yarosmerian\n\n\nShort Bio: \nBorn 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. \n\nJust 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. \n\nThe 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. \n\nFor 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.\n\nOne 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.\n\nIn 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.\n\nGood 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.\n\nBad 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). \n\nSecret Word: Rebirth\n\nOther/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.\nThe 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: \n(grandma)Look Im-Granny >< (grandpa)Im Grandpa-Middle (grandma)Ima Grandma-Too >< (grandpa)Just The-Last\n(mom)Not Granny-Middle >< (dad)Never Too-Last\n(child)First Middle-Last\n\nShortened names work like this:\nFirst Middle-Last = Fi'middlet Last\n\nEmmika Nash-Williams = E'nasha Williams\nEllin Ka-Rovis = El'kan Rovis\n\nRewards:\nYellow Ring \nName: Illuminating Ring \nDescription: \nType: Non-Combative/Combative \nRange: Individual to up to five meters \nDuration: Depends on the mode\nOther information: \nThis 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. \n\nSearch 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. \n\nIllumination 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. \n\nFlash 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\nName: Stealth Ring \nDescription:\nType: Non-Combative \nRange: Individual only\nDuration: An hour at max unless detected, than the ring is negated. \nOther information: \n\nTo 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. \n\nThe 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." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak rubbed his chin as he looked over the map, noting any apparent places of interest. \"Hmm, I was wondering what became of the information we uncovered. It is good to see that our work has not gone to waste; or at least, not yet. It will be a diplomatic mission, you say? A few years ago, I would have told you that I was entirely unqualified, except perhaps as a bodyguard, but now, I believe my abilities are strong enough to be of some use. I just hope the other students who join us on the mission are as...cool-headed as us. I would not want someone like Alaira anywhere close to this task.\"\n\nBeing rid of his serious demeanor for a moment, Ssarak grinned towards Meirin. \"Though, there are still some things with which I will need your help. If it is a diplomatic mission, I should look the part of a diplomat, but I am not as well-versed in Djarkel fashion as yourself. I do not suppose you have anything in my size, do you?\" He joked. \"You may need to help dress me up as a 'proper' member of Djarkel high society. With your help, I may not look completely like a fool.\" \n\nSsarak stood up from the bed, letting out a breath towards the door. \"I suppose I should go speak to Lucilia right away, before the mission is filled completely. I would not want to miss the chance to join you. I may be able to convince her to give us something to purchase proper clothing, if she has not thought of that already. Besides that, I believe I am going to have quite a few questions for you about Djarkel over the next few weeks.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "☆ Helena ☆\n\nHelena sat and half listened to the conversations that were going on around her. She knew some names and she at least recognized every face in there. She'd seen them all often enough to know if they were student or staff or teacher. But that was about it for the most part. She was fairly certain that the ones at the table with her were named Baulder, and...well maybe she didn't know enough names. That would have to be fixed. They were talking about one not the missions that had been posted. She was fairly sure at least. She'd only half heard half of what they were saying. It was rude to listen to others conversation after all.\n\nBut she kinda needed to butt into their conversation regardless. Well, she could not, but she wanted the honey pot that was over by them and not within her reach. She cleared throat, looking to them as she pushed up her glasses on her nose. \"Excuse me,\" she said, waving her fingers at them and trying to at least sound pleasant even if she was sure she looked like death. \"Would one of you be so kind as to hand me the honey pot, please?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "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.\"\n\nShe stopped grumbling after a moment, and realized that if she didn't finish her food soon the cold would get to it too. She quickly ate the last few bites on her plate, mentally cursing the cold for causing yet another annoyance to her today. \"The food in Yarosmere is pretty good, I guess. It's not too different on a basic level from what we have here at the college, though the spices used in dishes and how the food is cooked can be very different. One of my favorite things is a type of lightly-spiced flat bread that you can put pretty much whatever you want onto, and you roll it up to eat.\" She wasn't sure what to do or say next, but then someone sitting not too far away at their table asked if she or Baulder could pass the honey over. She reached over to grab the pot, but her grasp fell short, her arm was just a few inches too far away to reach it. \n\nSlightly embarrassed, she brought her arm back to her side and gently nudged Baulder with her elbow. \"Could you pass the honey pot over to her please Baulder? I can't reach it.\" She turned to face the other woman and smiled lightly at her. \"Are you feeling alright? You look like you may have caught a cold... Oh, sorry, I'm E'nasha, by the way.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "system", "value": "UserName: Vesuvius00\nAge: Physical age, 19. She's pretty smart though, because of her inquisitive nature. An IQ in the triple digits.\n\nMageblood type: Natura\n\nFavoured Magic Class: Herbamancy\n\nPrevious 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.\n\nRace: Human Yarosmerian\n\n\nShort Bio: \nBorn 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. \n\nJust 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. \n\nThe 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. \n\nFor 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.\n\nOne 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.\n\nIn 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.\n\nGood 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.\n\nBad 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). \n\nSecret Word: Rebirth\n\nOther/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.\nThe 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: \n(grandma)Look Im-Granny >< (grandpa)Im Grandpa-Middle (grandma)Ima Grandma-Too >< (grandpa)Just The-Last\n(mom)Not Granny-Middle >< (dad)Never Too-Last\n(child)First Middle-Last\n\nShortened names work like this:\nFirst Middle-Last = Fi'middlet Last\n\nEmmika Nash-Williams = E'nasha Williams\nEllin Ka-Rovis = El'kan Rovis\n\nRewards:\nYellow Ring \nName: Illuminating Ring \nDescription: \nType: Non-Combative/Combative \nRange: Individual to up to five meters \nDuration: Depends on the mode\nOther information: \nThis 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. \n\nSearch 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. \n\nIllumination 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. \n\nFlash 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\nName: Stealth Ring \nDescription:\nType: Non-Combative \nRange: Individual only\nDuration: An hour at max unless detected, than the ring is negated. \nOther information: \n\nTo 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. \n\nThe 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." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shimmerstone, the famous capital of Eania. The striking change from the country's dirt roads to the capital's paved, stone roads and white buildings were incredibly obvious as Henri sat down on the carriage in a relaxed posture, looking outside with the corner of his eyes.\nHenri himself had never been on Shimmerstone before. Much less during the famous Summer Solstice Festival. His feelings about that were... complicated.\nWhile being in a big city, in a festival was something that he was already used to, and brought him memories of his days when he lived with the Larue, it appeared that they would be 'honor guests' that time, based on the fancy carriage and all the 'diplomatic immunity' talk... But unlike Henri, his companion, the innocent and adorable Lyn seemed to be ecstatic by all that. Looking at her smile as she looked outside was... refreshing, even with Henri's sour mood at that moment.\n\n \"So… ever been to Shimmerstone until now?\" He heard Lyn asking him.\n\n\"Heard stories and rumors, but never visited it before.\" Henri replied.\n\n\"Can't say I'm that excited about it though... I am a circus artist, a rogue, or as the nobles like to say, a thief and a troublemaker. I feel comfortable walking amongst the common folk, but with nobles... things are different. Let's say me and nobles are like oil and water.\" Henri said, with an annoyed expression, letting clear his discomfort with the mere idea of having to be amongst them.\n\n\"The part about obeying the laws will be a tad difficult, but I will try to not stab any arrogant noble... If they try to fight me though... then it will be another thing...\" Henri said with a smirk.\n\n\"But I'm grateful that I am your companion to this trip. Your cheerful and happy behavior helps to counter my bad mood.\" Henri said with a chuckle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "☆ Helena ☆\n\nHelena found it mildly amusing that she had spent her whole life in one place, with the occasional little trips outside the city, even though it was a port city. And now, she'd gone off to school and she had travelled more in the almost year she'd been there than she had her whole life. Though she couldn't say that she didn't like it. Especially when you get the chance to go to a once in a lifetime thing like this.\n\nLike normal, she'd spent a majority of the travel time just watching things go by, doodling in her little book when the fancy struck. This time at least, it was less dark than the ones she'd drawn on the way to the Nox event. Even now, months later, she still had trouble recalling what had happened while they were down there. She'd had strange dreams, things that she only recalled for a few moments in morning when she awoke. But she couldn't separate what was real and what it was that her mind made up as nightmare. And she was sure that she really wanted to know. \n\nAs they got closer and closer to the city, she couldn't help but just stare out the windows in a bit of awe. Port Slaughter was a pretty big town for what it was. But it was nothing compared to this. Not this (relatively) clean, glittering collection of buildings. And part of her couldn't wait to get in there and suss out the dark parts of it. Even if they were supposed to be there on slightly more important terms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "E'nasha Williams ~ Shimmerstone\n\n---\n\n\nE'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. \n\nAs 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. \n\nThoroughly 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?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "system", "value": "UserName:\nMay\nAge: \n18\n \nMageblood type: \nLux\n\nFavoured Magic Class: \nPryormancy \n \nPrevious Magic training:\nShe's done some reading, but no real training. So a somewhat read novice. \n\nRace: \nHuman \n\nAppearance: \nOn 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.\n\nBio:\nThird 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. \n\nShe 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. \n\nThough 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.\n\nDespite 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. \n\nHer 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. \n\nBut 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. \n\nHelena 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.\n\nBut 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.\n\nGood Attributes: \nPassionate. 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. \n\nArtistically 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. \n\nAthletic. 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.\n\nBad Attributes:\nHot 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.\n\nWhile 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.\n\nShe 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.\n\nSecret Word:\nRebirth" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tyrael Marchosias\n\nThe 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.\n\n\"This mission has been a disaster. Take the students back to the surface. Now.\"\n\nAs 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.\n\nDespite 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.\n\n\"I will deal with the naga, and this new threat. Take the wounded and leave this place.\"\n\nTyrael 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." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Baulder, Catacombs\n\nBaulder 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.\n\nAs 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." }, { "from": "human", "value": "☆ Helena ☆\nLyn's Hunt \n\nThere 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.\n\nGlancing 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.\n\nShe 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. \n\n\"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." } ]
[ { "from": "system", "value": "UserName:\nMay\nAge: \n18\n \nMageblood type: \nLux\n\nFavoured Magic Class: \nPryormancy \n \nPrevious Magic training:\nShe's done some reading, but no real training. So a somewhat read novice. \n\nRace: \nHuman \n\nAppearance: \nOn 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.\n\nBio:\nThird 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. \n\nShe 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. \n\nThough 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.\n\nDespite 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. \n\nHer 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. \n\nBut 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. \n\nHelena 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.\n\nBut 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.\n\nGood Attributes: \nPassionate. 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. \n\nArtistically 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. \n\nAthletic. 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.\n\nBad Attributes:\nHot 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.\n\nWhile 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.\n\nShe 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.\n\nSecret Word:\nRebirth" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Keri Wolf\nDiplomacy Mission\n\nKeri stayed still in the carriage, eyes sealed shut, as the noises of the festivities filled her ears. Everyone knew that this land was filled with nothing but bloodshed and chaos due to the everlasting war, yet here it seemed calm. As if they hadn't been touched by the cruel destiny that loomed over them all.\n\nSo why did this sight sicken her so much? Was it because the woman had experienced what something so evil could do to a family or was it because no one seemed to even want to acknowledge something could happen in a blink of an eye? No, it was this false sense of happiness that twisted and turned her stomach inside out. A celebration for someone who they believe will bring peace in this troubling world.\n\nThis goal was impossible for one person to do. Nothing but a foolish attempt that wouldn't bring any results. The vampire shifted from her spot trying to calm the storm within her own mind. None of this would help the mission but it would bring something else to it. A mistake that would turn a potential ally away from the college, leaving it defenseless when something massive happened again. Something that couldn't be afforded.\n\nWhen the carriage stopped the woman opened her eyes. Her red eyes glanced around, ears listening for something strange, only to pick up what sounded like a parade. Something which made Keri's already sour mood a bit worse. Still she kept her mouth shut. When the carriage wiggled a little from side to side the woman mentally cursed at herself. How stupid had she been to let someone just jump onto the carriage and leave without speaking to them? The girl mumbled something under her breath as she grabbed her sword and shield. Her figure worked out of the carriage just in time to see a fleeting figure.\n\n[color=silver]\" Shit. When can we have once day which nothing goes wrong. I'm beginning to get tired of this. Every move we make just adds to the list of things to do. Who's,\" shut stated to asked as Ssarak started to get up from the ground. The vampire watched as she wondered how long it would take this man. How long would they have to wait before they could resume with this moronic mission? She quietly listened to the mental message and looked towards Lyn. It seemed as if as soon as Keri looked at girl she sprung into action.\n\nThe kid threw a knife at the man, missing him completely, and then took off after the danger. \" So much for her listening. Crap! Lyn get back here!\" the woman said running after the three." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Leith Calder\n\nLeith stared out the window at the festivities that surrounded their carriage. There was a lot of celebration for this baron, and Leith was curious as to what type of man this baron was. His thoughts were interrupted by a thud on the roof of the carriage followed by footsteps. With a frown, Leith looked towards the other window to see someone jump down from the carriage and start running. Soon it was revealed that the box was taken and Ssarak took after the thief and told Leith to stay with Lyn, who also took off after the thief. Leith shrugged and took after the thief as well, making sure to stay with Lyn.\n\nAs Lyn threw her dagger, Leith started gathering water from the surrounding area. Once he had enough, he threw it out towards the thief and attempted to create a sheet of water between the man's feet and the ground. Hopefully he'd slip. Once the attempt was done, Leith scattered the water into a mist to prevent them from slipping on it.\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nDarius Jura\n\nDarius helped himself to the food that had been brought in. He listened to Aramir speak her thoughts on the state of Yarosmere. \"It is the fanaticism that will be the issue here.\" Darius tapped the side of his head. \"Once fanatics get something into their head, they will not stop. I have dealt with fanatics before. They had little to no care for their lives if it meant that they will help further their goals. Now these fanatics have a country, and more importantly, and army.\" He leaned back in his chair. \"All we need to do is make sure that we do not offend them while we are here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "☆ Helena ☆\nNox Mission \n\nHelena was glad that someone seemed to listen. But of course, everything was against them and shit quickly got shittier. The rumbling caught her attention and this time she stepped into the room with the others. She grabbed at Drake's hand purely because he was in front of her, and pulled him along with her towards Annabeth and the other girl. Darell was right about them needing to stay together. She just hoped that he and Athalus behind her would be able to keep up as well.\n\n\"Annabeth, Collette,\" she shouted, looking around for the latter and just happening to catch a sight she didn't want to see again. \"Fuckin' hell, I hate being right,\" she cursed.\n\n\"Beastie is back,\" she yelled to the room as whole. \"Get your shit together.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "system", "value": "UserName:\nMay\nAge: \n18\n \nMageblood type: \nLux\n\nFavoured Magic Class: \nPryormancy \n \nPrevious Magic training:\nShe's done some reading, but no real training. So a somewhat read novice. \n\nRace: \nHuman \n\nAppearance: \nOn 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.\n\nBio:\nThird 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. \n\nShe 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. \n\nThough 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.\n\nDespite 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. \n\nHer 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. \n\nBut 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. \n\nHelena 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.\n\nBut 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.\n\nGood Attributes: \nPassionate. 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. \n\nArtistically 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. \n\nAthletic. 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.\n\nBad Attributes:\nHot 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.\n\nWhile 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.\n\nShe 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.\n\nSecret Word:\nRebirth" }, { "from": "human", "value": "☆ Helena ☆\nBack at School \n\nHelena stopped part way down the hall, distracted by the entrance of the other...well student was all she could guess until she got a better look at them. Ah yes, another student for sure. A girl (woman probably a more accurate word), and an...elf? She hummed and smiled at her when she stood and spoke to. \"I'm minorly impressed,\" she said with a little chuckle. \"But you can call me Helena.\" \n\nShe looked up at the much taller woman, not at all bothered it seemed by their very apparent height difference. She was used to tall people in her life after all. \"And you are?\" she asked with another little smile, pushing her glasses up her nose some." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alaira Taenn\nShe seems nice enough, I guess. She thought, looking her over with a quirked brow. Usually when she met someone they expressed either fear or a degree of revulsion. This one, however, seemed rather... well, normal. In the sense that she was not particularly upset with her presence. It was nice. She scratched at the back of her neck as she offered her other hand. \"Alaira. Apprentice wizard, I guess.\"\n\nThe girl might notice something a little odd about her. Mainly that all the flesh below her head was well-covered. She wore very thin gloves, and while her simple peasant's clothes had short sleeves her arms were tightly bandaged, even her neck as well. She didn't look injured either, seeing as how she just shrugged off getting tossed to the ground. Could be hiding something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Uncovering Shadows Hysteria (Djarkel) \n, @Demonic Angel, @13org and @EliteCommander\n \n\n---\n\n\n\nAll the assassins managed to escape. \n\nNot 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. \n\nWithin 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. \n\nThings 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. \n\nPresent\n\nLyn\n\nLyn 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. \n\nThe driver upfront hollers back to his passengers. \"Twilight College just ahead, folks.\" \n\nGradually 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. \n\n \"Oh, geeze… ow…owie!\" \n\nShe 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. \n\nCollege Troubles\nVal, Twilight College\n\nFive-One@BlackPanther@Luna\n \n\nSeeing 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. \n\n\"Come on Lassie, follow me.\" \n\nVal paused long enough to address Veretu. \n\n\" 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?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "☆ Helena ☆\nBack at School \n\nHelena noted the way that she was looked at. She was sure the other girl was gawaked at for her height around others. But as she looked her over more she noted that it was much more than just her height. Her brow quirked some as she wondered what it was that had disfigured her so. And yet hadn't touched her face.\n\nShe took the offered hand in her much smaller one though she shook with a strength that her size hide. She was decently strong for her height and weight. \"Well it is a pleasure,\" she replied with a smile, dropping her hand back down to her side before sliding both of them in through her belt. \"Rather gathered you were a student though.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "system", "value": "UserName: 13org\nAge: 19\n \nMageblood type: Clima\n \nFavoured Magic Class: Aeromancy \n\nPrevious Magic training: Novice, only the necessary to perform on the circus he was born in. \n\nRace: Human Naerse\n \nAppearance: \n\n\n\nHenri 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.\n\nStanding 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.\n\nHenri 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.\n\nMaybe 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.\n \nEquipment: \n\n-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.\n\n\n\nBio: \n\nThe 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.\n\nThe 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.\n\nOne 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.\n\nHenri 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. \nMagebloods 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.\nOnes 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.\n\nBut 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.\n\nAfter 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.\nPacking 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...\n\nGood Attributes: \n\n* 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.\n* 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.\n* 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.\n* 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.\n* 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.\n\n\n \nBad Attributes:\n \n* 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.\n* 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.)\n* 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.\n* Not a Soldier: Henri is not a soldier or a mercenary... He wont stay and fight if things get ugly.\n* 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.\n* Not a big fan of closed spaces: Henri gets uncomfortable in closed spaces. He gets agitated and becomes unable to think very well.\n\n\n\nSecret Word: Rebirth" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leith Calder\n\nThe 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. \n\nLeith 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. \n\n\"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.\"\n\nHe 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." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elise, Twilight College\n\n@Luna@BlackPanther\n\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nElise 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.\n\nElise 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.\n\nElise 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." }, { "from": "human", "value": "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...\n\n\"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...\n\nBut 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.\n\nThat'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.\nHe 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.\n\n\"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." } ]
[ { "from": "system", "value": "UserName: 13org\nAge: 19\n \nMageblood type: Clima\n \nFavoured Magic Class: Aeromancy \n\nPrevious Magic training: Novice, only the necessary to perform on the circus he was born in. \n\nRace: Human Naerse\n \nAppearance: \n\n\n\nHenri 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.\n\nStanding 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.\n\nHenri 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.\n\nMaybe 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.\n \nEquipment: \n\n-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.\n\n\n\nBio: \n\nThe 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.\n\nThe 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.\n\nOne 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.\n\nHenri 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. \nMagebloods 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.\nOnes 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.\n\nBut 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.\n\nAfter 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.\nPacking 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...\n\nGood Attributes: \n\n* 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.\n* 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.\n* 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.\n* 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.\n* 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.\n\n\n \nBad Attributes:\n \n* 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.\n* 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.)\n* 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.\n* Not a Soldier: Henri is not a soldier or a mercenary... He wont stay and fight if things get ugly.\n* 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.\n* Not a big fan of closed spaces: Henri gets uncomfortable in closed spaces. He gets agitated and becomes unable to think very well.\n\n\n\nSecret Word: Rebirth" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ssarak Dyreackthanose\n\n---\n\nSsarak was not expecting the sudden outburst of flames, to be certain. For a few, very brief moments, it raised quite a few questions in his mind which he had a hard time believing would possess reasonable answers. Between the Esyire's thoughts and the words he screamed, it did not take too much effort for Ssarak to piece together what happened. The way the Esyire spoke seemed to suggest that he knew it would happen, which begged the question of why he, or any rational mercenary, would accept such a job to begin with. Why in the Inferno would anyone who was just working for coin agree to put on something that would allow said employer to immediately kill them at any time? Ssarak worked as a mercenary for a time, and if nothing else, he would have suspected that the employer could easily turn on them once they had secured the package. To Ssarak, it seemed insane, but he did not have time to dwell on such thoughts. \n\nThe Esyire, in his panic, was running for an exit, towards at least one of Ssarak's friends. He could still be dangerous even in his last moments, so Ssarak followed after him. Being that the Esyire was on fire, Ssarak wondered if he might now be more susceptible to illusions. It did not seem likely that he was paying close attention to anything except his own pain. As such, Ssarak attempted to shift his perceptions to guide him away from anything dangerous he might end up setting ablaze. He shifted the apparent position of crates, other obstacles, and the exit itself to try and keep him from causing more harm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Leith Calder\n\nLeith staggered from the push. After the blade made contact with the elf's leg, Leith had shrunk the sword back down to the trinket it was before. He had been planning on shrinking and enlarging the sword when he attacked to throw his opponent off, but a scream silenced his plans. He spun his head around to notice that the Esyire that was fighting Ssarak was now engulfed in flames. A puzzled expression crossed Leith's face and he tried to figure out why the Esyire was on fire. \n\nPanic soon overtook bewilderment as the Esyire started running in Leith's direction. With all the spilled oil, it was far too easy for the warehouse to go up in flames. Without another thought, Leith shot his hands out in front of him and made a pushing motion. All the lamp oil that had been spilled from the barrel and landed on Leith and the elf flowed towards the back wall and out of the flaming Esyire's path. \n\nLeith regretted his decision immediately. \n\nHis stomach churned as he lost all sense of orientation. He stumbled backwards, his foot catching on the edge of a crate. He was sent crashing to the floor. He spent a few moments staring at the roof of the warehouse idly wondering what brought him to this point. As he turned his head to the side and vomited, he smiled feebly. \n\nWell, he had never gotten Blood Sickness this badly before, so that was new." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lyn's help came in a very good time. Thanks to her distraction, Henri was able to land an attack on the orc woman even tired as he was.\nAs soon as his legs wrapped around the orc woman's neck, Henri grabbed the woman's other arm, making sure she wouldn't hit him. He could feel the woman's muscles tensing up as she tried to escape both his grasp and Lyn's vines, without much success. Even if she was able to rip some of the vines, they quickly grew again around her arm.\n\nThe woman's strength was more than Henri expected, but still not enough to get free from his grasp. He didn't know for how long Lyn could keep up with her vines, but he presumed they wouldn't last forever. He had to finish that quickly. But the second that thought came to his mind, he saw with the corner of his eyes something red coming out of Lyn's nose. It was blood. She was probably already close to her limit. Time was running short.\n\n\"Shit...\" Henri cursed, immediately shifting his weight and pulling the woman's arm to try and throw her on the ground, while simultaneously choking her with his thighs.\nAs soon as he did that though, he heard a thump sound... Lyn was on her knees, blood coming out from her nose as she struggled to maintain the vines. That was it. The second Lyn lost control of her vines, Henri was certainly dead. The orc woman wouldn't hesitate to cut him with her other machete. He had to finish that on that second, Henri wasn't going to last too much as well... He could already feel an intense muscular pain slowly building up...\n\n\"Why it had to be an orc...? Even this woman is as hard as a freaking rock...\" Henri thought to himself, as he continued to tighten his grasp on her neck. Indeed, even orc women were heavy, brutish masses of muscles. Luckily they weren't that agile and flexible, but on raw strength, there was hardly any other race that matched their raw, brute strength.\n\n\"Just... a bit... more... Hang on Lyn!!\" He shouted under his exhausted breath, tensing up his muscles and pressing his legs around the woman's neck almost like a snake in a deadly embrace, before twisting his body with all his strength in a quick, sudden movement, twisting both the woman's arm and her neck backwards in a violent manner.\n\n\"Damn... I don't think I'll be able to run for a while after this... Henri thought to himself with an audible groan of pain. Every muscle of his body was aching with pain. He certainly wouldn't be able to run after that. Not on the state he was right now... Not only his muscles, but he was also hungry and thirsty. The effort he was doing right now would probably spend his last reserves of strength..." } ]
[ { "from": "system", "value": "Age: 469\nSpices: Werewolf" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Before she became a werewolf, Karen was just a normal human girl. She was promised to a young boy in the village; she had loving parents, and was going to have a wonderful life. Until one full moon, John was dragged away in the dead of night leaving nothing but a trail of blood in the freshly fallen snow. Karen was torn to shreds. Her cries could be heard through the whole village the next morning when his body was found in the town square torn to shreds by wolves. \n\nThe people of the village expected her to lock herself in her room for months. However, too much anger flowed through her to just sit in her room and sweep. She grabbed her cloak and stole off in the middle of the night with her father's sword in hand. It took her several weeks, and honestly she did not know what she was looking for, but she found it, a group of humans sitting around a camp fire. A better description would be a group of humans mixed with wolves. She approached them campfire when she saw him, John. He was laughing with the others with a wolf's head in his lap.\n\n\"John?!?\" she cried in horror. \n\nHis hand wiped around to stare at her wide eyed. \"Karen, you were not supposed to come after me…\" he choked.\n\n\"You were dead! Killed by a wolf!\" she put her hand over her mouth. \"I saw you…\" the words came out muffled.\n\n\"Kiel, I thought you said she wouldn't come. She would mourn, but not follow you.\" A guy called from across the fire.\n\n\"Shut up!\" John yelled as he approached Karen. \"You need to go back. Forget you saw me. Go back and live out your life.\" \n\nKaren shook her head. She saw his body. She cried against his cold and bloody body. Another guy got up and walked towards them as well. \"Kiel, she can't leave now. She has seen you alive. She knows too much!\"\n\n\"She doesn't know anything!\"\n\n\"She knows you're alive!\"\n\n\"Let her go!\"\n\n\"I cannot.\"\n\nKaren watched the exchange with wide, innocent blue eyes. All she knew was Jake was alive. The wolves from around the circle got up and started walking around her. Jake reached out to her but she jerked away from his comfort. \n\n\"What are you going to do?\" Jake asked softly, afraid to know the answer.\n\n\"Bite her.\" The guy's eyes flashed yellow and before Karen could blink his teeth sank his teeth into her neck. Karen screamed as she fell to the ground. Pain ripped through every part of her body. Her muscles screamed in agony.\n\nThe guy who bit her put his hand on Jake's shoulder as he wiped his mouth of blood. \"If it makes you feel any better. She is probably too weak to survive.\"\nJake fell to his knees beside her but did not touch her. \"I'm sorry, Karen. I am so sorry! I did not want this for you….\" A tear slid down his cheek and he stood up want walked away, leaving her in fate's hands.\n\n___\n\nThey had no idea who they had changed or who she would have become. She was not weak and she did not die in her transformation. She became stronger than anyone could have imagined. She became Avina." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Devin used to live in small town, it was where he had been born and raised. He had been a fisherman, with a happy life and loving wife. It was peaceful and quiet there, despite the fact that everyone knew one others business. That was until people in town started to go missing in the middle of the night, and the ones who returned would start acting strange. They refused to leave their homes at daylight and forced their guests to leave roughly at sundown. This was when the town went downhill quickly, people were afraid for lives, as they should have been.\n\nIt happened right after sundown, he was on the way home when he was attacked. There was no seduction or being mesmerized as there should have been, Devin was attacked from behind with no warning. Fangs biting into his side, and without his mind dazed the turn was both more painful and powerful. He could feel his blood boiling in his veins, before his whole body went cold, and his heart stopped beating. When he awoke, a man looking no older than nineteen explained everything to Devin, claiming to be his elder and the one in control of him. \n\nThough he wasn't as weak as the others, he fought the urge to listen to the man and visited his wife, when the so called elder found this out, the teenager killed her. And in return Devin killed him, before fleeing the others and running all the way to the states, once he got to the states he was forcibly brought before the dead vampires elder, a woman called Cadence. Instead of killing Devin, like was called for in their laws, the woman claimed him as her changeling, he took the place of the vampire he killed. Causing him to lose what chance of freedom he could have had, now he is on a much shorter leach than before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sky above was full of bright stars lighting the forest floor with a pale white light. The forest floor was alive with the trampling of a dozen wolves foot falls. It was a mad race. Wolves were snapping at each other's' legs trying to gain the lead. Others howled at the half full moon as their four paws kept time with those around them. One red wolf pulled from the pack, out running all of those around it. A few others tried to keep up, but with a burst of speed the red wolf left them in the dust.\n\nJust on the outskirts of the town, the red wolf came to a sliding stop. The rest of the pack came to a stop just behind it, as if they were afraid to go past it. The red wolf laid down and started to shift. Bones cracked, skin pulled and stretched, red fur disappeared, and in the place where the red wolf had laid down a red headed woman stood up. Her strawberry hair was wild, her blue eyes held a tint of yellow left over from the change, and her bare skin was flushed pink from head to toe. She turned around to the rest of the pack not at all ashamed of her naked form.\n\n\"For too long have I kept you cooped in the forest! Tonight you will run! Remember to stay in a wolf form, try to stay hidden, stay with a partner, do not attract attention to yourself, and do not under any circumstances bit a human! Howl if you need me. Go! Run!\" The red head lifted her arms and the wolves charged past her. She turned to watch the wolves run into the city. All except one. A grey wolf came to sit beside her as the forest became quiet once again.\n\n\"Hello Kiel.\" She said in a dead voice. \"You did not have to come tonight.\" The grey wolf wined softly. Avina rolled her eyes and walked over to a nearby tree and pulled out some clothes. Once she was dressed in a pair of jeans and a blue tank top she headed into the town.\n\nEver since she first changed, Kiel had been trying to apologize. He had purposely left her after promising her a life and family. He faked his own death to get away from her. It was not something she wanted to get over anytime soon. Sure, four hundred years was a long time to hold onto it, but he was always bring it back to her attention. He glued himself to her side most of the time, acting as her second when he was far from second rake in the pack.\n\n\"Go run, Kiel. I don't want you by my side tonight.\" She told him as he started to follow her into the town. Kiel wined but continued to follow her again. She turned to him kneeling down in front of him so that she could look into his eyes. \"Go. Run. Kiel.\" Her eyes flashed yellow. Kiel whimpered and took off in a slow trout.\n\n\"Finally…\" She mumbled as she continued on deeper into the city." } ]

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