[RP]Aina - The return of Sorvahr

[Captain Squee]

For the sake of me having unexpected plans, I am making the RP thread as promised but will not be posting in character simply for the lack of time. Feel free to start your posts and get your character intros finished and such, have fun!

Info thread: http://www.finalfantasyforums.net/showthread.php?t=48755

 

[Valkyrur]

Ecystera Rasmorya

Ecystera hated to be weaponless. Not that she needed a weapon to be of any use on the battlefield, but it never once made her feel any better. Standing upright as she looked down from the cliff that conveniently overlooked a bandit encampment. These bandits made the mistake of attempting the kidnapping of a noble nearby on her watch.

The local militia promptly swung into action, dispatching some officer to aid her. She looked down at her hands, as the winds stirred in response. Slowly, but surely, the wind began increasing in speed, channeling upwards.

Without hesitation, she leaped off the cliff. By then, the wind had been so intensely powerful that she was actually held mid-air. Holding some of her hair to prevent them from making her look worse than she already did, she focused on lowering the strength of the winds, lowering her down to the bandit camp.

It didn't take them long to realize her, and even lesser time for them to draw their weapons. Their attention were all on her, and that was just how she wanted it.

She would be the distraction that directed the attention away from the defense of the camp, making it easier for the militia to charge in. With some luck, there may be no casualties at all. Ecystera sighed inwardly, noting to herself that such a mission would definitely have no casualties if she had performed it alone.

Too bad the local authorities could be this adamant.

Shaking her head, she called the wind into a shape of a longsword. The bandits edged backwards as she landed on the ground. To them, she must have seemed like an Angel of Death. Her serious expression, and eyes that seem to stare through a person, sent shivers down their spines. Yet, one amongst them mustered enough courage to shout.

"GET HER!"

Then, they made the last mistake in their lives. Encircling her, one stepped forward, hoping to score an easy kill. Swinging his battle axe in an overhead smash, he found himself hitting air. Ecystera was already behind him, having sliced open his belly, and already engaging his other comrades.

The battle was starting to get more chaotic, with screams of pain and agony, and of orders aimed to restore order amongst their ranks - all to no avail.

It won't help when the militia arrives. Ecystera slit open another soldier's throat, leaving him to gasp in his final moments and pounced on the next.

I may as well finish this before they come, if they will take that long.

 

[Tipsynaruto]

Gozen Matabei

Liaison

The wheatfields swayed as the wind picked up. It was concealing right now the militia men that have gathered for a push on towards bandits that have attempted to kidnap a local noble. The militia seemed to be in no rush to attempt to engage these scums. Instead, they stood around, trying to work out a sure fire way to avoid as much conflict and confrontation as possible. Officers yaked and yaked on and on, teeter and tottering between strategies when a armoured fist slammed down and shattered the wooden fence in which they gathered around. All eyes and talking instantly ceased as the warrior then took hold of its weapon and made a mad dash through the wheat fields and towards the encampment, alone.

Noise of combat was already echoing from where their target was. Screams of agony was equally audible, meaning that their ally had already proceeded to begin without waiting for the Militia.

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Jorg had backed away from the middle of the battle inside their camp. He had expected an attack from the Militia, but not from some crazed woman that was slitting his mate's throats and gutting them one after another. All he ever wanted was an easy way to get money, but suddenly, this didn't seem so worth it. Particularly if they were sending monsters after them. His hand felt what he was looking for, the large wooden door leading out towards the wheatfield. If he got that far, perhaps the woman may pass by over him.

C'mon... open.... huh... what the hell si that?

Over above the tall 2 meter fence, Jorg saw two long pheasant feathers dancing around. His eyes narrowed before exponentially widening as his mind figured out that there was someone behind the gate.

Oh Go......

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The entire gate imploded under the force of Matabei's front kick. Of course it was her. There was no one else that wore such decorative headpiece and was at such height than her. Captain Gozen Matabei stode through the settling dust from the kick, completely oblivious to Jorg, who now laid underneath large debris from the door. Those farthest out from the Temple Knight turned to face whatever new comer that had entered through the door before quailing at the sight of the behemoth woman.

Greetings highwaymen. I am Gozen Matabei. Captain of the Royal Ainan Army. I am here to subdue your organisation for future legal procedures. Surrender right now.

She was woefully outnumbered and any sane person would probably not waltz into a den of thieves and declare that they were going to arrest them all. Surely no matter how good one was, this was suicidal? was the general thought. No matter the reputation, it was just one woman. After another second of hesitation, 5 of the men charged, diverting some of the pressure from the Temple Knight.

I see. Then allow us to cross swords and revel in the clash of spirits!

With one mighty swing, Matabei's Naginata swept out from the side and with a sickening crunch, contacted with the far right bandit, before its inertia carried the polearm along its trajectory and bowled over the rest of the 4.

Come! Do not worry about a fair battle. Advance together should you will it!

Of course, a fair fight is far from any bandits mind, but rather the sick feeling of having to face the madwoman with two giant weapon in her hands. One brave soul clenched his teeth and, eyes closed, charged forward, sword all ready to swing. Instead of flesh meeting metal, a metal plated geta met him straight in the face, breaking his nose before dropping the man to the ground. Without a second of respite, Matabei dove straight into the fight, cutting a swathe towards the Temple Knight. Matabei wasn't going to enter the encirclement, but at the very lease, she wanted to get closer so that they could coordinate their subjugation of these wrong doers with minimal casualties.

Temple Knight Sama. I am the Army Liaison sent to assist you. The militia is lagging behind but will arrive soon... i think. What orders do you have for this mission?

All the while introducing herself, Matabei impaled another bandit with the Jumonji spear and broke another man's rib with a right punch. The order was probably, at least Matabei hoped, to weaken them to the point of surrendering, or leave no man alive. Either way, Matabei was ready to assist her new ally.
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[Abstract Debauchery]

Ruexian Weis​

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The only problem with having all the power that Ruexian had been the headaches. They never stopped, and each one seemed to be slightly worse than the last. Even now, at this desk, he felt like banging his head against the wall. He hadn’t announced to anyone that he didn’t wish to be bothered… so he shouldn’t have gotten angry. However, from his point of view, he was the Head of the Magical Arts, he could do whatever he damned well pleased…

Which was why there was a rather damaged looking guard on the floor in front of his desk… he decided that it would be nice to annoy Ruexian with details about… something or the other. It didn’t matter much, so Ruexian asked him to quit talking, the guard refused, so the guard ended up on the ceiling, then the wall, and then the floor. He gave the guard a warning, it wasn’t Ruexian’s fault that he ignored it.

That had happened 30 minutes ago, and Ruexian couldn’t hear the man breathe… and he couldn’t exactly be bothered to stand up, walk around his desk, check to see if he was alive, and then go and sit back down. The guard should have known better than to pester him like that; everyone should have known better than to pester him like that.

While he may have been happy to get his silence, he still wasn’t very happy about the fact that he still had a headache. Clutching his head in pain, he leaned back in his chair. Perhaps he could send word out for one of those healers… That way, he could get rid of it. However, that was too much work, and no fun at all. However, he did have a potentially dead guard on his floor… now, there could be a lot of fun in that.

Standing up, Ruexian’s white hair fell down behind him. He walked around his desk and placed his hand upon the guards neck. He was still alive… unfortunately. If he were dead, Ruexian could have reanimated he corpse and made it dance. Or he could have experimented on him… well, he could still experiment on him, but he didn’t need any more visits from human rights activists. They could be just as annoying, and he would have to be just as deadly in getting them to shut up.

He turned around and walked back to his chair behind his desk and sat down. With a wave of his arm the guards body flew into the doors of his office and out into the hallway. He was someone else’s problem now. Ruexian was just happy and content to sit in his chair not doing anything.

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Kirile Merova​

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Kirile didn’t go out into town much. Normally, she was at the library inside the Healers Chambers where she studied under her two superiors. She hadn’t left that place in months now… so she came to the conclusion that it was perhaps for the best to get out for a while. That morning, she had taken a longer shower than she was used to; something that her superiors wouldn’t like all that much, and gotten dressed in her typical garb.

Now, she was just walking around the town, looking at everything. The buildings, the items the stores sold, the people… everything was a bit fascinating to her. Often she was approached by Men asking her for what they called a “date”, but Kirile didn’t know what that was, and odds are, she was far too busy anyway. A few people recognized her as a Great Healer, and some even asked her to heal a wound or two. Of course, she was happy to oblige, but one man asked her to restore a finger, which she had to shamefully admit that she couldn’t do.

After she was done walking around the much more desirable places of town, she had thought about walking to the more undesirable ones… but decided against it. Those places scared her. It wasn’t the poor people that did, it was the people that would do anything to get money or pleasure, including but not limited to: kidnapping, extortion, murder, rape, and things of that nature. Just the mere thought of it was enough to send a shiver up her spine.

Earlier, before she took her shower, she was asked if she would to some battle to ensure that no one got hurt, but she denied it. From the looks of things, they would be fine anyway, considering that the Temple Knight was there. Odds are, she wouldn’t let anything happen to anyone. With nothing else to do, Kirile went to a nearby park, and sat on a bench looking at a fountain. There really wasn’t much else to do.

 

[Exoskeleton]

Alexandus sat in silent prayer in front of the burning incense on the altar before him. His hands were clasped together and his eyes were shut peacefully in the small place of worship built for him to praise the god Aemos, a god who supposedly had given him a gift of it's own power of foresight and magic. Once his prayer was finished Alexander opened his eyes to the beautiful white marbled temple. Though it was small enough to only fit ten people, it gave off an air of amazement and awe.

"I guess the day has just begun then!" Alexandus spoke happily as he left the temple, emerging into a narrow alleyway which lead out onto one of the main roads.

The young prince couldn't help but smile as he walked outwards onto the main road. The sky, casting less of a beaming sun and more of a light gray upon him had caused his day to become much better, for his eyes were sensitive to bright sunlight. Alex had seen his carriage awaiting him on the street and climbed in, smiling at the royal guard which had stood just outside the carriage. "Isn't this a nice day?" he asked happily to the guard as he hoisted himself into the carriage and sat down.

Not many of the outside citizens had stared, for they were used to the prince visiting the Aemos temple. Despite not having unwanted attention the prince still made his presence known as he waved hello to many a passerby and complimented others who seemed to be going about their daily chores. "Where would you like to go young pr-?" began the navigator.

"Wickham's!" Alex spoke happily before the man could finish.

With a jerk forward. the prince was off to the grocer, the guard from the palace walking right along the moving carriage in it's slow pace. It seemed like a mountain of minutes had passed before Alexandus grew tired of the slow pacing. If it were up to him he would walk to the grocer by foot, but because of security reasons this was not possible. Knowing himself he would have much rather had the pleasure of walking back to the palace than to sit motionless in a box surrounded by warriors. As far as he was concerned he could protect himself quite well.

"FINALLY!" Alex sighed from frustration as he bolted out of the carriage and into a small shop, a rusty sign labelled "Wickham Stock".

Of course the royal guard were right behind him, but Alex payed them no mind. The shop he entered had a fair amount of people, some of who bowed in politeness to him, others who payed him no mind at all. "Hiya." Alex waved as he entered before directing his path toward the counter.

"So which one are you trying today?" the store owner Mr. Wickham asked the boy.

He had known Alex for a good part of the past few years and had much business from the prince's fascination with his sweets display. Mr. Wickham was a largely built man, something the prince admired about him. He seemed very commanding and frightening at first glance but Alex knew too well that his candies were much more bitter than he. "Those look like they taste good!" Alex spoke pointing at a colorful candy bead pile.

"Ah those are the gummi rocks. Good choice." The store owner smiled as he grasped a good handful of the item with one of his large fists and dumped the large amount into a paper bag. "Here you go free of charge!"

"Thanks!" Alex spoke grabbing the bag but placing gold coins upon the counter anyway as payment.

With one glance behind him the boy could feel his guard eyeing his every move and wanted nothing more than to walk to the castle on foot while enjoying the great weather and his freshly bought candy. Obediently he walked slowly back towards his carriage when he had spotted an archer range a few blocks away. Though the outside was bustling with people, he could seen in plain sight a boy who had looked just like his brother, only this man was much taller. Looking back he had addressed the two guards who had followed him from the castle. "Why is Theron over there? And practicing a sport without much protection! He could get hurt!" Alexandus spoke in a higher and much more dramatic tone than usual.

As expected the two of the guards had run off the opposite direction of the castle towards the range and as the surprised faces of the rest of the guard stared Alex had made a quick dash through an alleyway leading out onto the neighboring street. This street was much calmer and would take him to the castle much quicker than a slow carriage ever could. Alex chuckled as he stuffed a bit of the contents of his parcel into his mouth. This only added more delight and with this Alex had headed back to the castle on a peaceful walk both enjoying the weather and his candy.

 

[Squid]

Hunter Idar

Hunter stood in the door way of his office with his large hands on his hips. He had an expression of deep thought written all over his face like he was contemplating the meaning of life. Everyone knew not to disturb him when he was like this. Hunter wouldn't harm anyone over something small like an interruption but he had an intimidating aura about him and people just knew to get out of his way.

"Ugh...a little to the left I think..." He said quietly as he walked back into his office and straightened a portrait of the king on his wall. "No, no... now it's too far to the right!!"

Hunter had an OCD or Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. He couldn't help it but everything in his office had to be perfectly straight, he loved lines, and wonky lines would not do!! This was another thing almost everyone knew about but no one questioned him. His disorder didn't hinder his performance with his knights or on the battlefield at all so there was no point in mentioning it.

Speaking of his knights, a large portion were going to battle against some bandits involved in a kidnapping. The templar knight was already at the scene so Hunter lent her his forces and decided there probably wasn't much use him being there too.

Finally the picture was straight and Hunter was happy so he left the office to go to the training yard. As he walked through the castle corridors a guard flew out through the office belonging to Ruexian, the Head of Magical Arts.

Hunter sighed and peered through the door, his long reddish-black hair falling besides him. "You really must learn to control your temper, especially against my men." He said pointing towards the guard laying on the floor unconscious.

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Saylar Myrias

Saylar was a Great Healer, the second in rank. He was quite proud of his title and he loved his work mates Kirile and Penthesilea, even if they didn't feel the same way. He probably couldn't think of a better place to work even if he tried.

Saylar spent his day in the Great Library as usual, he had a large leather-bound book on ancient magic in his hands as he stood against the book shelves. He was trying to learn to heal the wounds created by magic but he just couldn't get the hang of it. It was really driving him insane, why was it so hard.

"If I could just find a book wif any kind of helpful information..." He muttered to himself, his lisp showing through his words which he was often teased about whether it was teasing to hurt his feelings or teasing to mess around. Either way Saylar just put up with it and didn't say a word. Fighting back only got him into trouble he didn't want or need.

"Perhaps when Penfesilea get's in I'll ask her..." He sighed, slamming the book closed and watching the puff of dust escape from it. He placed it back into the shelf and grabbed out the one next to it. 'The extraordinary powers of healing' it was called and he took the book to a desk and began to flick through it.
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[Abstract Debauchery]

Ruexian Weis​

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“My temper is fine,” Ruexian replied. “Your men barging in my room annoying me isn’t. I just ensured he wouldn’t do that again. Since when do I need guards outside my door anyway?” It was a rather sound question. He was the most powerful Mage in the world. Why did he need guards outside his door? It wasn’t as if someone would be foolish enough to stop him. “Cows don’t belong on towers.” He said, his mind crumbling for a second before he caught himself. “Never mind that… How has your OCD been?”

Ruexian knew about his OCD, it was practically famous. However, most wouldn’t want to talk about it… Ruexian just didn’t care. Why not commence with some small talk? It wasn’t as if he actually cared… but he saw no harm in having a… friendly… conversation. “Unless you would rather not speak about that, that is. I’ll admit, small talk is not something that I’m good with.”

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Kirile​

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She didn’t sit at the fountain for too long. It was nice to look at… but she knew she was going to have to get back to the Great Library soon and get back to her studies. She liked her two superiors, but at times she was often scared that they would be too strict. Though, she wouldn’t have to worry about Saylar too much, he was quiet, like she was. However, the other one, Penthesilea… she was old, gifted, and skilled at what she did.

Kirile always got the feeling that if she messed up, Penthesilea would be the one to scold her. Getting up from the bench, she walked back over to the Great Library. As she walked, she passed by a local shop. It sold things such as candy and other small gifts. Perhaps she could buy them both something? She walked in, the wooden floors making her steps louder than they should be. There were strips of licorice, and small fruit flavored drinks.

She liked them, of course, but she wasn’t sure if they would… It never hurt to try. She got three drinks and a bag full for them all to share. It didn’t cost much, which was good, because Kirile didn’t have much money. She paid the shopkeeper in full and started back to the library. That’s where she normally was, as well as Saylar.

She walked up the giant stairs and went through the doors. As she looked around, she immediately saw him. He was sitting at a table with his nose in a giant book… as always. His long hair tied back as always. Walking over to the table he was at, she placed the drinks and the candy on the table. “Mr. Saylar… I hope you do not mind, but I brought a gift… of sorts.” As she sat down, she began playing with her fingers. She always had trouble speaking to her elders…

 

[Squid]

Hunter Idar

“My temper is fine, Your men barging in my room annoying me isn’t. I just ensured he wouldn’t do that again. Since when do I need guards outside my door anyway?”

Hunter internally chuckled, at the first part, 'fine' was probably not the best way to describe Ruexian's temper but he wasn't going to argue the point. The second part of his words, the question, well it made a lot of sense. Hunter wasn't sure why there was a guard posted there, apparently for protection the King told him, in case someone tried to slip something into Ruexian's office or take something out while he wasn't around.

Hunter just shrugged.

“Never mind that… How has your OCD been?” the mage randomly asked, making Hunter bring his arms up to his chest and fold them defensively, this guy always asked the most inappropriate questions. He obviously didn't care how it made others feel.

“Unless you would rather not speak about that, that is. I’ll admit, small talk is not something that I’m good with.”

"You're not wrong there." He commented "I suppose there's no harm in discussing my... erm...'handicap' for better words" He said quietly, not moving from the Mage's doorway.

"It's getting better I think...I've not trashed my office because I couldn't get the desk straight in over a month" He chuckled deeply but kept his arms folded. "My knights can't seem to grasp their line-ups however but the extra laps of the oval are doing them some good, I've noticed their speed and agility is increasing so it's not all bad." The man smiled.

"And how are your knights? Do you often throw them against walls when they do not obey?" He asked smugly.

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Saylar Myrias

"Oh Kirile!" Saylar gasped looking up from his book in fright. He was so wrapped up in the words that he didn't even notice the little elfling slide up besides him with gifts in hand.

"You brought me sweets? Oh how wonderful" He exclaimed quietly but joyfully. He always really appreciated small gestures of kindness like this, he didn't really experience them often but Kirile was so small and innocent, she was always so lovely.

"Now how did you know fhat Licorice was my favourite?" He smiled taking a strap of it from the girl and his sweet drink, grape flavour. "Fank you very much!" He placed the strap in his mouth and took a bite of it, the sticky lolly was a little tough, just like licorice should be and it made a snap sound when he finally tore a piece off.

He paused for a moment as he chewed and then resumed conversation. "How have your studies been going, Kirile? I am currently stuck trying to figure out how to heal a magical wound." He informed her pointing to the book he had on the desk before him.

"It's proving to be quite difficult!"

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[Abstract Debauchery]

Ruexian​

It appeared his OCD behavior was getting somewhat under control, it seemed. However as for his Knights… if they couldn’t get proper line up in order, they should be disciplined. At least, that’s the way that Ruexian would have handled it. However, they were not his Knights, and he wasn’t about to make the suggestion. If their speed was increasing, it wasn’t much of a problem, after all. As for Ruexian’s Mage underlings, he didn’t worry about them much.

“They’re fine, most of the time. They know better than to break the rules. I punish them if they do… Never with physical violence, but with other… psychological methods.” Ruexian chuckled as he spun around in his chair for a bit. “One tends to think twice about performing stupid actions when they spend a night in the sensory deprivation room.” It was an awful form of mental torture… but it was effective. No one liked being in a room where they couldn’t perform magic, see, hear, smell, or even feel what was going on around them.

The worst thing he had ever done on that regard was stick a student in there for a month. He thought it would be funny to blow up the restrooms of the academy… Ruexian in turn thought it would be funny to shove him in the SD room for a month. The boy never was the same again… but he also never did anything stupid again. All in all, as far as he was concerned no harm was done. “So, any reason why you’re here? Besides the guard on the floor outside, that is?”

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Kirile​

Kirile smiled as Saylar started eating the licorice. It was nice that he enjoyed it. “I really had no idea it was your favorite. I suppose I just got lucky, I am glad you enjoy it.” She said, taking a piece of it herself. It really was quite good. It was sweet, but tough on her teeth, but that’s what made it fun to eat. Well, the taste was also very good, but for some reason, the tougher a food was, the more fun it was to eat. “I really am glad that you enjoy it.” She would have felt awful if he hated it.

“As far as my training goes, my skills are still… almost non-existent.” Her tone was rather glum as she spoke. “I never expected this to be so hard, to be honest. All I can do is heal small wounds, a few burns, just… small things really.” Looking down at the table, her single braid of hair fell to her cheek as well as the rest of her long hair. “Sometimes, I just wish I could skip all the training and be amazing like you, or Penthesilea… you both are amazing… and I am just… here. I feel as if I am wasting your time, but I will not give up.”

She wasn’t very confident in her abilities at all, but she really wanted to learn. While she may have wanted to give up, she simply wasn’t going to let herself do that. “But do not let yourself get down. I know you can do it; you are very smart and talented. I am confident that you will be able to learn whatever you put your mind to. I-I only wish I could say the same for myself.” She sighed as she finished her sentence.

 

[Squid]

Hunter Idar

Hunter rolled his eyes at the man and gave a small smile. His rudeness was extraordinary but Hunter was used to it. They weren't friends but they'd both been in the castle long enough to know bits and pieces about one another.

"Well if I recall correctly it was you who started the small talk with me..." He paused and turned his back to the Mage to make his exit.

"But no, I don't have anything to discuss with you, I was just heading to the training grounds before noticing you bullying my guard...I suppose he's learnt the hard way not to bother you again." He muttered not actually caring that his Guard had the shit kicked out of him.

"Anyway, farewell." He said before leaving the room quietly, his footsteps getting softer on the marble floor the further from Ruexian's Office he got.

The training grounds were towards the back of the castle on the large green oval there. It was a cool afternoon and Hunter found himself to be a little chilly. There were some knights there messing about but as soon as they saw their commander they stopped what they were doing and saluted him.

"Right, just because the others are out fighting doesn't mean you men get to slack off!" He smirked "Ten laps of the oval."

The knights sighed.

"With your armour on!"

They groaned loudly and began to put on their armour.

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Saylar Myrias

"You're a funny one." He said light-heartedly as he opened his drink and took a sip. Seemingly pleased with the flavour. It was so sweet and delicious he really needed this little pick-me-up.

"You do know, I was twenty years old before I was even chosen as a grand healer." he said in a hushed tone like it was a secret he just wanted the girl to know. "And it took me anuver free years before I was moved up to second. You're certainly doing better fvan I was..."

He closed the book on the table, deciding that it probably wasn't the right book for his study right now and he stood up. "You're just uhm... you need more confidence...I don't know how you lost it in the first place, you're really quite tallented." he popped the rest of the licorice in his mouth and swallowed his drink.

"My mind is numb from all fve studying I've done today...Perhaps it's time for a nap...Fank you again for fve sweets, they really hit fve spot!" He ruppbed his belly after placing the book on the shelf and left the Hall, his footsteps hardly making a sound as he was light on his feet.

Poor girl, I hope she finds fve confidence boost she needs... He thought to himself which was ironic because he had absolutely no confidence himself.
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[Abstract Debauchery]

Ruexian Weis​

He said nothing as Hunter walked away. Obviously, Ruexian had done or said something wrong. It didn’t bother him in the slightest. He was rather used to pissing people off. With Hunter gone, Ruexian could work on getting rid of his headache… perhaps a visit to the Healers was in order? He didn’t believe that they liked him all that much. After all, a few of their wounded were his own victims. He snickered as he recalled one of his “experiments” needing to be healed.

All in all, the experiment was a success. It was a soldier from a neighboring kingdom that was sent to attempt an assassination on the King. Of course, the soldier never made it that far… Ruexian caught him and decided that he was a prime subject for his new idea of “steel skin”. It failed, of course, and the pain almost killed his subject… but the Healers fixed them right up. The little one, the girl… she never did look at him the same way. However, that wasn’t his problem.

He did his job, and they did theirs. Everything worked out in the end. Odds are, they would be getting a few more people straight from his lab eventually. It was inevitable… Ruexian loved his experimentation.

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Kirile Merova​

“You’re a funny one.” He said. Kirile looked up from the table as he said that. What did he mean? She didn’t mean to be funny… she had been rather serious about that. Was it something she said? He lifted his drink and took a sip from it. He really looked as if he enjoyed it. Even though she was a little sad, she was still managing to find some sort of happiness just from someone else enjoying her gift. “You do know, I was twenty years old before I was chosen as a Grand Healer.”

She didn’t know that. It was surprising as he told her that in a hushed tone. “And it took me anuver free years before I was moved up to second. You’re certainly doing better fvan I was…” Kirile knew she was rather young for a Great Healer… but she didn’t know just how lucky she was to have been chosen at a such a young age. Even Saylar didn’t make it until he was twenty… He closed his book and stood up from the table, Kirile looking up at him as he did so.

“You’re just uhm… you need more confidence… I don’t know how you lost it in the first place, you’re really quite talleneted.” He then put the licorice in his mouth and swallowed his drink. “My mind is numb from all fve studying I’ve done today… Perhaps it’s time for a nap… Fank you again for fve sweets, they really hit fve spot!” He then rubbed his stomach after he replaced the book. He left the hall and Kirile just sat there looking down at the table again.

She really hoped he was right. Thinking about it, she could definitely heal more than she could when she first started out… but all in all, her progress wasn’t progressing as much as she wished it had been. As she said before, she could heal small things… cuts, small burns, stab wounds, and small things of that nature. But she wanted to heal illnesses other than colds. Her main motivation had been the death of her parents… and as it stood now, if she ever saw that again, she would be just as helpless as she was then.

And that really bothered her… She didn’t ever want to be that helpless again. She opened her drink, it was apple flavored, and she began drinking it. Just like advertised, it was good… now she could see why Saylar liked it so much. From there, she took another piece of licorice from the bag and started lightly chewing on it.

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Ruexian Weis​

Ruexian was having a rather annoying time trying to get rid of his headache. In all reality, he always had it… the Healers were just able to make it seem as if it were gone for a few hours. Standing up from his desk he decided it was time to leave his office for a while. As he walked out, he noticed the guard still on the floor. He snickered a bit as he saw him, but continued down the hall. The Healers were often at the library, so he would start there.

After walking a while, he eventually made it. Looking around, he noticed that the library was empty save for an elven girl with an odd shade of blue hair. Now that he thought about it… that was the youngest of the Healers… Perhaps she could help him…

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Ruexian and Kirile​

Ruexian walked up to her while she had her back turned. “You must be the youngest of the Great Healers…” He said, not bothering to say anything else. He knew who she was, but wanted her to know that he knew exactly whom he was dealing with. Kirile cringed at the sound of his voice. She would never forget his voice. The first time they met was… frightening… She still remembered the “subject” that he brought in that one time. In fact, she still had nightmares about it.

Slowly standing up and turning around, she did a quick bow. It wasn’t good to get on his bad side… and she was terrified of him as it was. “Y-yes… and you are Master Weis… I remember you.” He smiled at her… and it made her feel uneasy. “Good, then perhaps you can do me a favor. How good are you at healing? You’re the youngest, so I take it not very good at all?”

That hurt her… a lot. “W-well… I-“, she couldn’t managed to say anything in response to that. She looked down at the ground, unable to meet his eyes. “No matter, I just need you to do something simple. My head hurts; make the pain go away for a little while. Someone of low skill such as yourself should be able to take care of that, right?” He looked down upon her as if he were some sort of god. Kirile was on the verge of tears. Not only did this man frighten her, he was insulting her… badly.

“I-I believe I can,” she said. She suddenly really wished that Saylar was here again… or anyone for that matter. She considered running away… but she knew that he would simply catch her. “J-just let me touch your forehead…” Smiling, he bent down a bit so she could reach his head. She placed her hand upon it and concentrated… hard. In a few seconds, a blue light glowed over her hand as she attempted to make his pain go away.

In about a minute, he leaned back up. “Not as good as your superiors… are you sure you want to be a healer? You’re not very good.” Without waiting for a reply, he simply walked away. Kirile simply sat back down, waiting for him to leave before she broke down in tears. She put her arms down on the table and put her eyes into her sleeves, laying her head down in them. She hadn’t been treated that badly in her life.

What had she ever done to him? She should have refused to heal him. It made her feel dirty just doing so…

 

[Valkyrur]

Ecystera Rasmorya

Ecystera had been expecting her support to arrive, but definitely not in such paltry numbers. This was only one mere officer, albeit an impressively tall one. Despite being encircled by an entire group of bandits, it was still easy to notice the officer. Good or bad, Ecystera cannot say, but either way, her presence didn't make Ecystera feel any happier.

Temple Knight Sama. I am the Army Liaison sent to assist you. The militia is lagging behind but will arrive soon... i think. What orders do you have for this mission?

Sighing under her breath as she quickly procured a long sword from one of the dead bandits, she continued on her rampage, easily downing men after men as if it were all just mere practice.

"Annihilate them."

These words seemed to echo despite the sounds of battle and death. Their bandit enemies started to tense up, fighting with much more vigor, realizing that with the Temple Knight's words, their fates were pretty much sealed.

The supporting officer was holding her front pretty well, even with the smaller force that attacked her. Watching her fight, Ecystera couldn't help remembering how she used to perfect her swordsmanship. Focusing back on the bandits, she slowly remembered another detail.

"Leave one of those bandits alive."

Glaring back at the foes around her, she rushed up, suddenly a blur again as she danced on the battlefield, serving death in its various forms. The bandits by now were too frightened to even put up a coherent fight. Without a proper strategy, numbers just added to an increasing kill count.

It doesn't help that Ecystera, the Temple Knight, prided herself greatly on her reputation. The 'Invincible' was a name that helped her attain her position after all.

 

[Tipsynaruto]

Gozen Matabei

House Cleaning

"Annihilate them."

The order has been given. Complete and total wipe out of all bandits within the camp. Mercy appears to not be an option. With a clear cut directive, Matabei began to use the bladed edge of her weapons completely. She has been holding back in case that the officials wanted minimal casualties, but they seem to be not very forgiving.

As you ordered.

With a blurring swing, the Naginata and its broad blade cleaved the closest bandit clean in half followed by the three pronged spear jabbing deep into the throat of another. With their death warrant just given to them, a new found resolution and determination to fight festered and burst out of the bandits. Desperation and survival brought the martial artists and warrior to the brink of their potential, where all else is forgotten except for the moment. With both overwhelming strength and skill, Matabei crushed any guard that was presented to her and parried all the strikes thrown at her. Her enormous strength and sweeping attack style gibbed everyone that got hit. Arms and legs flew in all directions whilst bisected bodies dropped where they stood. One stubborn bandit, with both his legs sliced off, threw himself at her right leg in an attempt to hinder her by trying to jab a broken piece of metal into her leg. His determination and will to not just roll over and die impressed Matabei, but it did not slow her down from stomping his head in with her left metal plated geta.

"Leave one of those bandits alive."

From the din of the battle, Matabei heard another order from the Temple Knight. It appeared that one of these highway men are required for interrogation. This meant that she could not attack until there was no one left moving.

Acknowledged Temple Knight Sama.

At that line, several of the bandit's will wavered. They saw a slight opportunity to survive the blood bath and began to slowly slither to the rear of the group. They did not fool Matabei.

Coward! You would hide behind your brothers as meat shields?! A thousand deaths to you first!

Of course, right after such a declaration, a few began to turn and run but was stopped aruptly short by both the Naginata and Jumonji spear impaling two of the fleeing bandits. The rest, stunned for a second at their fallen friends, was then being set up on by the giant officer, now drawing the katana from her belt and true to her words, diced those that tried to flee first. Now, Matabei stood between the bandits and the main gate while to their rear was the Temple Knight.

Whoever else wishes to flee will have to go by me!

They charged her all at once. In hind sight, that was a foolhardy choice. Matabei was a field soldier and was much accustomed to fighting against large numbers. The bandits charging at her and hoping that at their overwhelming numbers would break through and crush the officer was nothing more than putting meat through the grinder.
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[Oliver Queen]

Theron had spent the morning taking a walk alone in the streets, heading toward the archery range. He left early in the morning and avoided the guards, so that he could be by himself. He hated having to be around them all the time, since they never let him do anything fun like he wanted to. As he walked, he kept making sure that nobody was following him.

"Those guards are like ninjas sometimes when they realize that I'm out. Gotta just keep making sure I'm in the clear."

By the time he got to the range, the sun was out. He looked at the sky and saw the empty sky, and thought "this is a good day for some shooting." He took a deep breath, looked around once more to make sure, then dropped his arrows on the ground in a small pile.

As he was practicing, he kept glancing around for the guards. One time when he looked, he saw the familiar face of his brother Alex disappearing into Wickam's shop, with the guards right there as well. He thought about leaving, but decided to stay, and hoped that his brother wouldn't notice him. Before he could even fire three more arrows, he heard a familiar voice ring through the air:

"Why is Theron over there? And practicing a sport without much protection! He could get hurt!"

When he heard that, he turned his head, with an arrow already in his hand. He saw the guards turn and run towards him. Thinking like his brother, he knew that he was probably going to use this chance to leave, but he didn't pay any mind to that.

"I had a feeling it would be sooner or later that someone found me."

He quickly fired the shot, then picked up the remaining few arrows from off the ground, and put them where they belong. Then he turned and started walking toward the guards. "You owe me, bro." He muttered under his breath.

 

[Captain Squee]

OOC the woman had me friggin busy

IC

Alexander was the one in charge of the body for now, as usual. He was sitting in a pub with his face covering unraveled. At the moment, since he hadn't done any major geomancy in a while, Alexander looked mostly human unless looking into his eyes, but he still tried to hide as much skin as possible. Taking a drink of something strong, the buzz that he had tried to gain was quite difficult. He was after all drinking for two, but he had also gained quite the tolerance, so his tolerance in combination with drinking for two was like trying to get someone drunk through an iron wall. Just a few more good drinks and some nice shots should do it.

Alexander would always visit this specific pub because it was not only close to home, but he already had a reputation here. He could walk in, the bartender would say, "Hey Drake, the usual?" And he would simply nod in confirmation. Normally, Alexander and Jordon would prefer to just be called Drake since there are two of them and it makes it more clear who is being addressed. If somoene tried to get his attention while Jordon was in control by saying Alexanders name, it would result in some confusion and ignoring of some people.

His reputation and regular visiting also made him in the clear when his body was effected by Jordons presence, so a Krakhon looking human would be known to be Drake. Usually there would be some confirmation, but every now and then, his tainted body could walk in unquestioned. Today was another semi-emotional drinking. He had a lot on his mind. It would be about once a month that Jordon would come out from Alexanders surpression, meaning that right now it was about that time. One could say it was "his time of the month." And yes, Jordon was very pissy.



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In the far northern lands (OOC Sorvahr bio coming soon)

A blue transparant chain flowing through the fingertips of a clawed man lead through the snow. There were no men to be seen, meaning nobody from Aina. Sorvahr lived, but he was unknown to the world as of now. Not even his formerly loyal followers knew he was alive. It still baffled him, why he was resurrected...or even who did it.

Clenching the snow, something at the end of the chain from his fingertips vanished, but that was miles away. It was one of Sorvahrs created Hell Hounds to keep watch on Aina, but it had been caught. He wondered if anyone knew about them or even if it was just killed by some animal. The Hell Hounds were never meant to be strong for now, though he could potentially make them strong if he so pleased, they would simply be harder to control. It was rare to have one get caught or killed. No matter, it only took a little bit of energy to make one and once they died they just vanished into nothingness. There was also no way they could be linked back to him. The only thing they did was give Sorvahr a sure eye on Aina.

As of now his eyes were on the military forces. Not the heads, they were far too smart to pass off a Hell Hound as just some beast...or so he feared anyway. He was watching the campus and training grounds. He was surprised at how far they had come, but not impressed. Some day he would flatten Aina, completely destroying it entirely, but patients was the answer. Without war, nations only got weaker in their forces, so he would need to choose the opportune moment to invade, and do it discreetly.

 

[Gaige]

Amelia massaged her skull as she woke up. Another day, hmm? Her brothers were already out doing their own thing, no doubt. They were so carefree. She almost envied them, but whenever any hint of jealousy arose in her, she quickly realized that she actually pitied her younger siblings.

So carefree.

So ignorant.

Standing up, she staggered as a muscle in her leg twinged. The results of her recent training, no doubt. She hadn't gone to a healer. Penthesilea would admonish her. Saylar would make fun. And the youngest one...she didn't even know anything about the youngest one. The girl kept to herself.

Well. It was time for more training now, wasn't it? Getting dressed in her combat gear, she sighed as her stomach rumbled in protest.

She would eat after two hours of training.

No less.
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Penthesilea had returned from healing a young noble afflicted with a wasting disease. It had taken almost a full day of work, and it and been touch and go for the first few hours. But the young man was now finally cured, and she had left feeling triumph through her exhaustion.

As she entered the library, she could feel her eyes drooping, but she topped herself up with a quick refreshment spell, the kind used to cure sluggishness in children and the elderly.

"Good morning," she smiled at her two younger colleagues, nodding respectfully. "How goes it?"

 

[Abstract Debauchery]

Kirile​

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Kirile looked up at Penthesilea as she walked into the library. She was an Elf with darker skin, and much whiter hair. She looked wise beyond her years, and in all honesty, she was. Whenever Kirile had a problem, she knew she could speak to her about it, and she wouldn’t judge her. However, she didn’t want Penthesilea to know that she was currently experiencing a lack of confidence like never before. Kirile didn’t want her to be disappointed in her.

“Good morning,” she nodded. “How goes it?” Folding her hands upon the table after wiping her eyes, she hoped that Penthesilea didn’t notice that her eyes were a little tear stained. “Master Penthesilea, it is nice to see you… I am fine.” She was lying, of course. “You just missed Master Saylar, unfortunately.” Remembering that she had brought licorice and a sweet drink, she quickly offered them to her. “I brought something for us all to share, if you would like… It is on the table.”

 

[Valkyrur]

[OOC: Is it me or did the font just change? Tipsynaruto]

Ecystera Rasmorya

Acknowledged Temple Knight Sama.

At the very least, she was attentive even with all the chaos of battle raging around her. Although she passed down those orders, she wasn't expecting them to be heard. In fact, she was about to knock one of the bandits unconscious for this purpose until she responded. Pleased, she decided she could focus simply on disposing of the enemy and leaving the capturing to the officer.

Glancing over to the officer, she found herself gaining more respect as the officer proved to be worth her place. Ecystera had her initial doubts, seeing the many weapons that she lugs around with her, but clearly, the officer is more than capable of holding her own in a fight.

Nevertheless, the two of them were in a position highly reminiscent of a pestle and mortar. Her sword slashes quickly become a blur of red as she slashed through her foes, slowly crushing all those who stood in her path towards the officer. What had previously been a huge force was now smaller than what could be called a 'handful'.

Within minutes, with both the combined efforts of the officer and the Temple Knight, the bandits were down to their last three. Facing her palm towards one unfortunate bandit, she blasted a bolt of lightning just weak enough to incapacitate him.

The other two saw the plight of their comrade, and promptly faltered.

"Officer."

Nodding affirmatively towards the officer, Ecystera moved to the unconscious bandit.

 

[Squid]

Hunter Idar

Hunter watched on as his poor troops did ten laps in their armour. It was a funny sight to see them stamping along, some of them hardly made the laps, collapsing in a heap once they reached the finish.

Hunter didn't believe in vicious punishment like Ruexian. But he did believe in hard work. If his knights wanted to fool around rather than train then they'd have to pay the consequences.

Once they were all done and managed to pull themselves from the ground they lined up and saluted Hunter once more. Their line was absolutely perfect, they mustn't have wanted another punishment.

Hunter chuckled as he looked over the young knights. "I see you've finally got the hang of the line, perhaps I should make you run ten laps before every training session if this is the results it brings in."

The knights looked worried.

"Now. Today you'll be splitting into pairs and you will practice sparing. I'll allow you some time to change out of your armour...you have 5 minutes. Go! Go! Go!" He said clapping his hands as the young men rushed off.

He stared up at the castle while he waited, it was huge and powerful looking but it made Hunter sigh, there hadn't been a war in a very long time and he was starting to get itchy feet.

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Saylar Myrias

Saylar walked quietly down the corridors of the castle towards his bedding chambers. He was feeling rather content and full thanks to that lovely little snack. He walked past Hunters office, the door was closed, usually Hunter had it open when he was inside. Then, he walked closer to Ruexian's Office when he noticed a guard out cold on the floor.

"Oh my!" He gasped as he rushed to the man's side, placing two fingers on his neck to check for a pulse.

"Phew, still living" He muttered to himself as he checked the body for any broken bones and found his jaw to be fractured on the right side, must have been where he hit the wall.

Saylar was able to fix bones, it took a lot out of him but a fracture was nothing compared to a broken one. So he placed his hands over the man's face and concentrated hard, hearing a cracking sound and there, he was done. He touched the jaw again to make sure it was healed and it was, then the guard stirred awake.

"W-what happened....? One minute was talking to Rue--that bastard!!" The Guard growled as he got to his feet. Saylar stood a few seconds after.

"Thank you Sir." The guard then bowed.

"You should know better fvan to bofver the Head of Magic" He said sternly looking at the guard.

"Yes sir, I am sorry sir."

"Anyway, good day." He said cheerfully and headed on his way to his chambers once more.
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[Tipsynaruto]

OOC: Dont think so. Im still Verdana

Gozen Matabei

The Aftermath

The number of bandits dwindled at a fantastic rate. The katana worked wonders, but for crowd control, her pole arms was much more efficient with its longer reach. By this time, all but three remained. From her fingers, a jolt of lightning shot from the tips, hitting the man squarely in the chest before dropping unconsious to the ground. With that, it was mission complete. They had subdued the bandits in the area and they had themselves an enemy member that the temple Knight required,

"Officer."

First things first however. Matabei returned the Knight with aslight head bow in acknowledgement before she proceeded to clean all her weapons in preparation for the next fight. Uncared for weapons would effentually bite someone in the rback side. Now that the metals are all back to being shiny and clean, Matabei stepped up next to the Scout to see if he had any information that may be useful to them. From where she stood she towered over the poor man casting a giant shadow over him.

So... do you wish for me to procure some water to douse him awake?
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