Fantasy Gods of Lost Faith

[HTCOR]

An elderly man stands in front of you, the surroundings- unimportant. He seems familiar, yet you can't place your finger upon where you know him from. Matter of fact...you can't place your finger on anything, can you?

A summoning into this world ain't pretty, as it tends to rip away your identity. Your very essence, torn away from you, cannibalized in order to help pull you across time and space. It drags at your mind, and it helps you not, right? The feeling of your own self, lost in the slipstream of the Aether. Perhaps you could say that something wishes to hinder you, no?

But allow me to get down to business. Things you shall need to know. First, you are stepping into the world of Isoroppia. Second. You have each met a being known as 'Eos', and he aided you on your journey- yet you don't recall how, when, or why. Or even what, for that matter. Just that Eos is a cult being, and the Pantheon has tried their best to wipe him out.

Oh, who's the Pantheon? Simple. They are the Gods. Those who rule above us all, assist us in our life by providing the flair of things that belong- such as the sun, the wind, and even the very air we breathe. They are headed by the god known as the 'Scholar', a God who almost fell at the hands of something else-

A being known as the Breaker to the common folk, or, his full title, 'The One Who Shattered the Heavens'. A particularly ugly pactborn, who's pride was so noteworthy that it is his defining trait in tales. To say that one is with the Breaker, is akin to saying one is irredeemable. What he did? He slaughtered the majority of the gods, leaving only four behind to repopulate the Heavens.

But alas, that doesn't matter- not yet. But you come in there. You are here to spark the incandescent flame of life to this land, turn this hollow shell into a place of legends, told in the far future to children at night about the splendor of this place. You are not merely heroes- you are the saviors of this tale, in my bias opinion.

Your memories are scattered among the land, able to be regained by what I call 'Memory Essences', which can cause you to gain a bit more power, and old memories- or perhaps power from memories! You may even gain other people's Memory Essences, and grow stronger for that.

There are many threats in this world, and you can do much about them...but enough about others- what are you here for? What shall you fight for? Will you fight for the gold and riches to rival a king? The glory to be apart of legends told for all of history? Or perhaps, you shall fight for what you've lost- those vital memories.

 

[TheImmortalDeity]

INTRO​

The creaks of the abandoned shack reverberated off the walls, each step having risked the chance of falling straight through the floorboards; so when the three figures arrived at the center of the room, the ruckus they had made was met by complete silence. The door had been left ajar, the morning sun lighting up the room with its radiant glow. The trio found themselves stood before a total of seven shrines, each with their own shabby creation. The aroma of salt stung at their nostrils, and as one of the men stepped forward, he hesitated, turning to the decrepit old man in the crew. In contrast to the two that wore red robes to obscure their image, he wore a simple brown tunic, accompanied with a scarf that pointed towards him being the elder of the village they had visited.

"You realize the material here is less than adequate, correct?" asked the first cloaked man. "The summon will be less than satisfactory. Even still, you will pay the agreed amount, correct? The Red Cloaks will not be taking any refunds once the ritual is over." The eldest figure nodded solemnly to the youngster's demands, waving him a hand as if to signify the continuation of his procedure. The two mages shared a glance before returning to the pedestals, and with a swipe of the initial caster's hand, a circle endowed with magical power circled their feet. After a few shared words and influxes in the air pressure, the deed was done, and what stood before them were seven individuals in the place of their respective stands, each covered by only a single tattered set of brown garments, hardly covering the skin on their backs.

Satisfied with their accomplishment, the Red Cloaks directed their attention to the elder, pocketing their hands into the shadows of their sleeves. "We'll be collecting the money at the Guild Hall. It was a pleasure doing business with you." Stepping past the geezer without a second look, the duo disappeared, leaving the old-timer to spectate the newly acquainted heroes that were going to bring his village out of despair. Cracking a smile, he planted the cane he possessed on the wooden floor with a thud, raising his voice.

"Now then, I expect that you all have a good amount of questions to ask! Do not worry, the time to talk will come soon. Come along now, heroes. We will continue our conversation at my home. It might be small, but it is much more homely than this drab excuse of a place." Showing his hunched back to them, he began to walk out, expecting each of them to follow in pursuit.

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Hatch​

As his eyes groggily fluttered open, the pactborn felt the odd sensation of air returning to his lungs, and with a startled jolt, he was wide awake, staring at the wrinkly being before him. Where in the hell- he stopped himself, placing a hand to his head. Why was it pounding so hard? He felt like he had just been crinkled up into a ball and thrown out of a ten story building. Pushing the distress in his body to the side, the beautiful being took a moment to get a handle of his surroundings, scanning every nook of the area before resting his strikingly grey gaze on the six others that were left in the same position as him. Who were they, and why were they here?

His hypothesizing was halted by the ancient fellow from before, ordering Hatch to pursue after him, akin to a lost dog. The demon-like warrior had a better idea. Taking a few uneasy steps forward, he planted a hand on the top of the man's bald head, leaning forward so that he was cheek-to-cheek with them. "Know where I can find myself some mead?" The question was, in Hatch's mind, extremely important, more than learning any irrelevant information that had nothing to do with his enjoyment. Wrapping his arm around the back of the unsettled, old fogy's neck, he placed an obnoxiously overbearing simper to masquerade his confused manner that came along with a lack of memories.

The elder was mildly disappointed, and the longer Hatch spoke, the more he regretted ever having been forced to fall to the mercy of backwater heroes. Gently shoving Hatch's arm away, they stared him dead in the eye. "We will talk first. Only then will you be able to drink. We have important matters to discuss, and if you all aren't properly prepared for what is ahead, then you will most certainly die." With that, he walked past the brutish man, heading for what was most likely his home. As for Hatch, he was left in a fit of mild irritation, begrudgingly going after the cryptic messenger. The warnings given by the fuddy-duddy didn't mean a bit to him, but there was a pique in his interests. What was it that the archaic goon thought was so dangerous? He had to know. And so, he didn't wait for the others, taking the lead in his own, grandiose stride.

 

[youngmanrhys]

His gaze was affixed upon his hands, opening and closing his fist as if pondering if he truly existed or not. Pattered breaths exhaled from his mouth, the sudden feeling of oxygen coating his lungs. Rhydian continued to stare at the ground in utter disbelief, as if something was missing or wasn't exactly there. "Ahh.. damn.." He kept a firm hand upon his head, which was aching horribly. Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound was almost deafening, and it only proceeded to get worse as he tried to remember more or less anything. Where was he? What is this place? Was I dead? Or, was I simply asleep?

Then something hit him even harder. He had no recollection of who he was, but one thing was as clear as stars on a moonlit night. His name, Rhydian Garefs. That was the only thing that seemed to make the most sense to him.

Of course, the creepy elder's words didn't exactly help or explain the situation- but at the very least it was reassuring someone had even some recollection of what was going on. Judging from the six others around him, they seemed to be just as clueless as he was.

Rhydian rose hesitantly to his feet. He stretched his body out, allowing bones and muscles to relax and ease their throbbing pain. He took a step forward, nearly losing his balance, yet he started to walk naturally after that. He was clueless still, but Grandpa here seemed familiar to him. Rhydian couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the man simply felt trusting. He followed behind the pactborn who already took off after him. Perhaps everything will fall into the place... hopefully. He thought, scratching the back of his head.

 

[Foxu]

Irenic Kalon opened her deep titian eyes, the only part of her face visible behind the dire ornate mask of metal that served to graft what was left of her face. Feeling a foreign pain reverberate through her imposing physique and alienated in her own skin, her only outward response was a sudden jolt as her posture tensed alarmingly before relaxing once more. The orc woman examined the backs of her lightly trembling hands, her mind swimming in a disjointed haze. She didn’t mind the pain, it was the confusion that bothered her. What had happened? As she dared to venture a step forward she found her limbs to be unreliable and shaky. Kalon did not care to examine the other shabby figures around her, though her great height may have deemed it easy to. In that moment her greatest concern was herself, so much so that she’d barely caught the briefing of the peculiarly dressed elderly man.

She pulled at the collar of her ill-fitting garment, trying to explore the misty sagacity of sensation, the rough texture of the brown cloth helped in communicating her own existence through unique touch. She felt no imperative sense of danger, but what was this? Why couldn’t she think straight? She watched as one of the strangers near her heckled their aged ward, disquieted by the ease at which he was able to adjust to the situation. Seemingly too quick to trust others, what a shame. The stoic creature felt admonished at the proposition of the old man. Why should she follow him? He had lain no chain nor shackle upon those he spoke to, yet he expected them to follow…out of what? Fear? Curiosity? Irenic had to admit to herself that she had a lot of the later. As her sense of dwindling awareness faded into lucidity the woman took another step forward.

Was death better than heedlessly following some hoary headed stranger?

Undeniably, the orc had nothing better to do than follow, not bothering to examine her surroundings, Irenic began the steady track behind the man,
falling in line behind the others in a smog of unanswered questions.
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[Lo Mayn]

Berlin A. Malkuth
'An Open Cage Door'​

Silently, the pactborn stood as still as a statue. He couldn't focus on anything other than the people beside him and the old man who was quick to introduce an idea to him and the others. His breathing strict and shallow, Berlin watched with violet eyes as one by one they followed after the old man.

With the noisy drunkard gone, it was then, Berlin could open his mind and relax his slim but muscular figure. But unknown to him was the condition of his body. A single stretch was enough to send a sharp pain through his body. Berlin gripped his chest and stumbled forward. His steps uneven, Berlin could barely catch himself on the door frame. He watched the others walk on ahead as the pain in his brain came and went under the wind's tides.
“What in the hells is happening to me?” He began, running his hand through his gray hair in distress. “Why does everything hurt? Am I dreaming? Who are these people?”
His words fell to the quietness of the shack.

For whatever reason prior, Berlin felt as if he had to hide from the others. Now, he knew, he had to go to them if he wanted any idea of information. Thankfully, he could remember two things; his name is Berlin Malkuth and he's something that's not human.

Berlin wallowed in self-thought for a minute too long, allowing him to lose track of everyone.
He bit his lips, “Oh gods, what is this dread?”
A repulsion to people, he could quickly identify that. But why?
That damned desire for answers left a bitter taste on his tongue. He hated the thought of it, but he had to do it. It took him some time to regain his balance truly, then, he took off in pursuit of the others.

 

[NyxNightmare]

The vampire's vision was blurred crimson, and all sense of touch had long since abandoned the woman's body. Where was she? Who was she? It felt as if her entire existence was dangling above reality, with her memories forcibly ripped from her brain. Only, she could feel nothing. She could see nothing. A faint voice would call out to her and whisper a single name. Camila.

The next moment Camila would open her eyes was in the presence of strangers. Her unfamiliar surroundings only served to increase the growing frustration boiling over in her stomach. A flickering sense of betrayal gripped her heart, causing her to mindlessly grit her teeth and sink her nails into the palm of her hands. Who the hell had summoned her here with a broken bridge between her emotions and memories? What was she to do with all the anger that had welled up inside her? Let it go? How wasteful. Letting go was for ice princesses, and honey, she was a queen.

Glaring at the nearest soul, Camila's victim was a man similar to herself. The distinctive vampiric aroma immediately filled her nostrils. However, there was something else tickling her scent glands. He must have been a halfbreed. How revolting. Such a creature is an anomaly of life. "Hmph." Camila would huff and dismissively turn her head. It was with the utmost certainty that the woman was not paying an ounce of attention towards the old geezer. Although she was missing a lot of pieces to form a proper picture of her past, she had a feeling that she wasn't the type of person to take orders from her elders. Brushing her hair back with her slender fingers, she would quickly size up those around her.

Nobody was very promising from looks alone, that much could easily be distinguished. Sure, some of them are gifted with toned figures, but what good was that paired with a less than desirable face? Such commoners. One of the burly men made his love for alcohol apparent and was shot down rather firmly by the robed elder. His once calm visage dipped into an austere territory. Maybe she had underestimated the geezer? Looks could be deceiving after all. Choosing to follow the man in hopes he was a lot wiser than he appeared, Camila would lightly fall into step beside the others. "A drink in the morning? Have you no class?" Her words were delicate yet scathing in an attempt to bruise the man's ego.

Camila kept her eyes forward, trying her best to ignore the tingling sensation of pain spreading across her body. Her earlier rage masked her aching bones. Not that she would let it show. Beauty knows no pain, after all.

Interacting/Interacted: TheImmortalDeity Loony_Bin
Mentioned: Lo Mayn Foxu youngmanrhys HTCOR

 

[Loony_Bin]

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Location: Some weird room?
Mood: Confused...

Lorenzo Arsura Nascuta ​

There was nothing, then there was something...

Of course that was how one could describe everything, from the birth of the universe to the birth of a person, but there was no subtle build or slow beginning of something forming, just an instant existence, the noticeable bright light and then a stillness...a stillness that lasted for a long time. The light faded, and there was just the feeling of existing for a moment, the gentle rhythm of a heartbeat, the picking up of breath, the contemplation of opening ones eyes, a gentle feeling that was welcome very much so-

The flint needed to be in the right fucking place dammit! Why was it so goddamn hard for everyone to see what was going on?! Last words, make them count, struggle if you can mind is running one hundred miles per hour!! Red hot, fire around the neck, ithurt itwouldn'tstopitwasn'tstopingWHYWASN'TITSTOPINGNONONONONONONOTHERE'SSOMUCHLEFTTODO-

"AURGH!"

A small frame beginning to run before it even remembered how to crawl, falling to the ground two feet from where it began to pick up speed. God why were those legs so tiny and...green? Why did it bother him so much and....wait who was he? Names, identifiers, it helped, it mattered so much, everything had a name for gods' sake! Letters, all arranged in an order slowly came to him, a name- no, a title.

Lorenzo Arsura Nascuta.

How did he know that though? How did he know anything at all...memories? No, there didn't seem to be many of those, and the ones that did exist all came from a few seconds ago. Did he just pop into being? Well no, that would be preposterous, or else he wouldn't have things like the sudden urge to check on his teeth, two extra sharp pairs of canines in particular...and why was there a desire the take a file to the other sharp teeth that filled his mouth? Why was he so short compared to all the others in the room? And why did the smell of the woman with the white hair make him feel so...on edge? No, not on edge, that wasn't specific enough language, that was language benefiting a lower life form, language benefiting a goblin, and he was no filthy goblin, no matter what his stature or color or his skin said, he was something more...something higher, he was a vampire god dammit! He just felt defensive, yes that was it, defensive; A good and proper word befitting a good and noble being such as himself.

There was an older man near the front of the room asking to be followed, and while usually the prospect of following someone he didn't know to a place he had no knowledge of would be, simply put, incredibly stupid, Lorenzo found himself enticed by the prospect of getting some answers to his current situation. So, the noble picked himself up and began to jog towards the rest of the group, catching up and clearing his throat before putting his arms behind his back, standing up straight and looking forward like a proper gentleman.

As he was doing so however, the sound of the woman with the white hair filled his ears as she went onto say something about drinking in the morning and how that indicated some gentleman having no class, Lorenzo chuckled to himself before opening his mouth and speaking in what was sure to be a voice a silky and pleasant as his personality, "Ah darlin'-"

Wait what?!

No no, that couldn't be right...it was, but it felt wrong somehow...he was noble in some way correct? He had to be based on how smart he clearly was! Why was his voice so high pitched, why did it speak with such a drawl? I-it must've just been something with his vocal chords, just waking up tended to affect ones voice and all that! Lorenzo nodded his head at the thought before continuing now trying to speak in the more proper voice he knew he must've spoken in at other points in time, "Ah dear, you speak like someone of low status imitating how someone with a real social rank thinks. Someone of real status knows it doesn't matter what time one begins to indulge in their vices, after all why deny yourself a comfort if you need comforting? Allow the man to drink when and if he pleases." Feeling his point was made, the goblin turned his eyes towards the human man with the dreaded hair and rolled his eyes while gesturing to the white haired woman, "New money, am I right?"

 

[HTCOR]

Iain​

Bursts of cannon fire, a figure accelerating towards them as a blur- before nothing.

None of it was clear, as Iain forced his mind to try to collect itself, as his covenant broke- his power shattering. His mind was starting to fade away, the starry seas starting to break apart. His thoughts- ney, his very soul was starting to be torn apart. His hand outstretched towards the heavens, cursing them. His destiny was to finally visit the End, yet-

...Yet why? Why did he have to visit the end? What was the end? His hand was slowly forming into view, as the world was revealed- a small shack, different from the wooden planks he- the wooden planks? From where? His face, plain as any scoundrel ever could be, scrunched together. The scars from the past were gone, as he clenched his fingers together into a fist. He slowly released them, wondering where his gloves were as an idle thought...before nothing else showed up. He would glance up at the elderly man in the brown tunic, his eyes flicking over them. His thoughts were...scattered. They couldn't form coherently, it felt like he was stuck in an unending fog that hindered the mind alone, and not the eyes.

Iain planted his foot on the ground in front of him, before taking another. He looked like a peasant, not what he- could be? What was he? His face formed into a faint frown, the muscles unused to such an action. But his eyes drifted to the white haired woman- words forming, a particular set of words. Yet for now, his indignant response snapped out.

"New money? That ain't new money, friendo- that's pure bred old money who don't know her ass from her tea kettles, and probably can't function for jack. Don't insult my kind like that again. I ain't some pure-bred hound, like Camilla here." The words finally formed- the name. It wasn't his, no- he was Iain Falen. But that woman? He was damn certain that was her name, as it came to him like a light through fog. Took a few moments, but it certainly worked, as he made his way to follow the village chief, his confident bearing kicking back in. Some had pride, but he held his confident nature to the very end, damn the consequences, right? Or was that some sorta book character he imitated? Nevermind that, he had information to harvest from this Elder, who somehow won some points in his book.

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[TheImmortalDeity]

Hatch​

The sun's glare was stronger than Hatch expected as he exited the shack, forced to shield his eyes before readjusting to the newly lit landscape presented to him. They were smack dab in the middle of a small, simple town. People were bustling about, doing their own tasks as if it were any other day. The farmers were tilling, the merchants were selling, and the peasants were . . . rebuilding their houses? It was evident to Hatch that not everything was how it appeared, and as the sodden grass stuck to his bare feet, he was given a chance to see the gaunt expressions that each townsperson held. They mimicked those who were working towards a pointless goal; one that was to be so easily stripped from them moments later by some unnamed force.

Writing it off as nothing more than "little people" problems, he turned his attention to one of the individuals that had been summoned along with him. "Isn't it a little too early to be acting like a spoiled bitch?" he commented, not giving her the time of day and letting the gremlin that reminded him of a pea to continue his quibble with her in his place. It was the idea of a challenge that made his blood boil, not schoolyard taunts. And just as Hatch was ready to complain about all of the mindless hiking that he was made to endure, the group had arrived at a house that was only two stories, and yet was still the largest building to be seen in miles.

The sage opened the door to his home with a shaky hand, inviting every hero in and giving them a plethora of spots to sit on while he prepared for his long, so very long, explanation of why they were all here to start with. A young woman, one that sported common attire for a serf, had walked beside the elder, whispering into his ear before being shooed off. Soon after, she returned with a tray of tea for everyone to enjoy, only leaving after her task was complete. As the saggy-skinned gent cleared his throat, Hatch took a seat on a wooden chair, making it scratch against the floor as he scooted closer for a better listen.

"I guess I should begin with why you were all summoned here," the old man mused, stroking his white whiskers thoughtfully. "To be blunt with you all, the town that I oversee has been suffering for a long period of time now. Our defenses run thin and the citizens have been forced to starve countless of times due to raids on our food supply. Help from the kingdom has been scarce, and our pleas ignored. The only chance we had was to participate in the Hero Summoning. Oh, right, you don't know what that is. Well, to put it in simple terms, it's a race to greatness for kingdoms all over the world. By summoning our own brand of heroes, we make a name for ourselves, and through your success, we prosper."

Taking an overly extended slurp of his tea, he let out a refreshed sigh, setting the cup back down on the table in the middle of the living room. "An exceptionally powerful party of heroes is made up of around three or four members. Weaker teams consist of five or six to make up for the power differences. If you haven't noticed already, there are seven of you, so you can assume what state we're currently in right now. By bringing you all here, I've used up the last of this town's treasury. To us, you are our last hope." Letting his words sink in, he leaned into the back of his chair, allowing his nerves to settle. It was never easy for a man his age to get through to the younger minds of foolhardy youths.

"Which brings me to my next question. Are you all willing to hear out my request of you? I am aware that you all have only just gotten here, but the situation will only worsen as time goes on. The Guild Hall will be able to supply you with all the gear that you will need, but I need to know that you are all understanding of what is happening around you. As heroes, it is your duty to help those in need, and by virtue, you will be rewarded. Whether it be riches, your name etched into history, or for some other motive, you will find what you most desire." Getting on his hands and knees, he prostrated himself to each of them, putting himself at their mercy. "Please. Please save my people."

To say that Hatch was thrilled by this man's offer was an understatement, and without hesitation, he had already hopped to his feet, letting a cocky chortle slip from his lips. "No need to bow your head to these nobodies. The only one you need to be relying on is me. Just tell me where to go and I'll have the head of whatever you want at your front door. I'm just worried about the pay. You sure you'll be able to afford my services? From the looks of it, your town ain't looking all that good right now."

The man was silent, his head still down. There was no doubt that he had meant what he said, which only irritated Hatch further. "Gah, this entire 'heroes' thing is a bunch of bullshit anyway. If you think that I'll be working with them, you'll have to think twice." Making his way to the door, he made sure to bump into Camila, giving her a sneer. "Come and find me when you're done wasting your time, Gramps. I'm getting a drink."

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[youngmanrhys]

Rhydian Garefs
​

This'll be interesting, I imagine.

After the old man had explained the situation, and watched as the rude and impatient one fumbled off to Gods knows where, Rhydian approached the elder with a soft smile upon his face.

"Cheers, Grandpa. I'll bite." He spoke in a calming tone, "I can't speak for the lot behind me, but my services are yours. I know not why but... the situation you described feels oh-so similar to something I've experienced before." He placed a hand upon his head, than ran his fingers through his chocolate-colored dreads. "Just can't quite remember how..."

Of course, that lead to another question Rhydian had. "Although, I would like an explanation of why I do not know anything about myself... at all. As well as what caused these disastrous things to happen to you?" He glanced back at the others. "I'm sure we all would appreciate that very much." He stated as he refocused his gaze towards the begging man. "Your name as well would be appreciated, hard to earn trust when you yourself are a mystery to us, Grandpa."

Despite his confidant approach, Rhydian was still lost on what the old man had meant. Summoning of heroes? That would imply he died at one point, or at least, was dead. Did Rhydian know him in a previous life, for is that what makes him so familiar? Or did he even die at all, or was he just sleeping for so long?

None of it made sense- and he suppose it wouldn't really. Not until this person began explaining things. He didn't like it- to be honest, Rhydian didn't think any of the heroes did. Yet they had no choice but to rely on him, their only source of information and a link to whatever world they'd been placed in.

Again, another thought crossed his mind. Just how did he die, if at all? Of course, if he had been summoned, was he a hero in the past who lost his life? Or was the term "hero" being thrown around too loosely here. Were any of the heroes powerful, considering the summoned quantity?

Rhydian bit his lip, a fist clenching against the tattered tunic which vaguely covered his body. He sighed, hoping all would be revealed soon. This lack of knowledge would be the end of him.

 

[Lo Mayn]

Berlin A. Malkuth
'Outside Of The Nest'​

Berlin only took a handful of steps before he became overwhelmed. Life outside of the shack was more extreme than he expected. Straight into the bustling town, he went, and quickly, Berlin was surrounded by people. Too many for his tastes, but he couldn’t let himself be sidetracked. “Where are they?” he asked to the world, to which it replied with the indistinct chattering of the passersbys.
Berlin picked a direction, one in which a two-story building was in.
With some haste, Berlin bobbed and weaved through the crowd, managing to make it the sidelines and allow himself some breathing room. It was then, a gorgeous woman caught his eye as well as the wonky party of persons with her as they entered into the big building. “There.” Berlin knew instantly.

As he walked up the stone steps and to the door, Berlin stopped himself. Could he trust them? Could he trust anyone in this town? It wasn’t certain, but Berlin wouldn’t test his luck. And so, Berlin took an angle in which he could watch all the others and listen in from a safe distance. Then, the old man began.

Before long, Berlin felt a blight on his heart at the desperate words of the grandpa. “Heroes? Save my people?” The thought of it felt as foreign as any other thought he attempted to call upon. “Maybe, I could do that.” Words that lead to a warm feeling.
Berlin attempted to run the statements through his mind as many times as he could when a young blonde woman called for his attention.
“What are you doing there lending an ear without permission?” She asked.
Berlin hadn’t considered how he looked to the world outside of his own. Naturally, he stuttered a bit with his answer. Then, his gaze met hers. A mistake.
She nearly tripped over herself as she backed away, calling attention to his eyes with a pointing finger. “You’re not.. Human.” She could barely let out.
What she meant, he wasn’t entirely sure. Afterall, he was unaware to the shape and color of his iris. But if one thing, he didn’t like that reaction. “I’m sorry,” He said.
Unknowing to him, the door behind him had flown open and Berlin backed right into a handsome but very thirsty man.

 

[NyxNightmare]

Following the old man in a refined manner, Camila wouldn't cease her walking even when pelted with such ungracious comments from those around her. She merely turned her scarlet gaze towards the first man who spoke. It was the hybrid who had caught her attention from earlier. Again, his malodorous scent wafted around Camila, and she briefly placed her hand over her chest to repress a gagging reflex. "And what makes you think I should believe what a halfbreed vampire has to say?" Her tone was curt as if she didn't expect a response from the man. She would keep her eyes locked on his for several moments. The slits of his white pupils floated on his irises like boats lost in a dark sea. Should a storm arise, would those boats be engulphed? Maybe a storm was unnecessary when she could tip the boats herself.

The burly man's bitch comment made Camila smile amusingly. How forward of him. Yes. She was indeed an A-class bitch. Only of the most exceptional quality. How could anyone expect to reach the top without stomping on those under them? But, spoiled? From the looks of her attire, she couldn't be so sure. Everyone here could have benefitted with a wardrobe change, including herself. Tattered clothing that could have doubled for rags was nowhere near fitting for a noble. It wasn't enough to feel like nobility. One had to look the part too.

Camila would allow the large man to walk onwards, much too engulphed in thoughts of acquiring new apparel to be conjuring up a compelling retort. Even as she entered the building and mindlessly took a cup of tea that a nearby assistant offered, she remained materialistically focused. Perhaps a velvet cloak would suit her grandeur style?
When she heard someone different calling her name, she whipped her head around, bordering breakneck speed. Because of her swift motion, some of the tea splashed over the porcelain rim of the cup. The hot liquid burned her knuckles, but the pain was insignificant compared to the shocking revelation that this man knew her name without being told so. "How do you know my na-" Her words were cut short by the droll tone of the elder who stood at the front center of the room.

Camila couldn't believe her ears as she listened to the geezer wrap up his speech. What made him think his people were even worth saving? It took all of the vampire's strength not to reject the proposal right then and there. A queen had to think logically. If she were to save the town from turmoil, it would most certainly increase her popularity. Not to mention the riches that would follow! That was how she could obtain what she rightfully deserved. Glancing around, she observed a few of her teammates accepting the man's terms. Marvelous. Let everyone else do the dirty work and gain the credit.

Again, the arrogant man from earlier made his presence known to the entirety of the group as if he was a deity. I should chuck a book at the back of his head for such insolent behavior. But that would be an insult to an object of knowledge. Camila would calmly watch as he collided with a smaller man just outside the door. An eavesdropper? No. With a bit of searching through her mental filing cabinet of recent memories, Camila recalled the man as one of the summoned. His silver white locks served to soften his facial features. However, the intensity in his eyes revealed a seemingly ominous quality of the man.

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Iain​

Iain cocked his head to the side, having followed the elder into his home. The small speech? Wonderful, enthralling, one could say. Helping another in need, when you were in need yourself...well. It certainly gave you a boost in your ability to acquire aid for yourself. But alas, Camille had to ruin it for himself- her thoughts were captured by his own words. Perhaps he should do a dash of research upon her full name when he had the chance- after all, he couldn't recall anything more than such. Her name sounded like Nobility, just based on the fact that she possessed a proper last name. And tack on her nature, and she wasn't something frail- arrogance didn't manifest easily in the weak like that.

It honestly made him question a bit- their summoning was botched, yes, but to summon a vampiric entity- correction, two? They were most likely stronger in nature than him, or he was even in strength. Which was terrifying on it's own- who said that such things were weak? He had basic knowledge on them, and weren't they oftentimes above humanity itself? At least, that's what his brain told him.

Information was coming to him in fragments- but for now, he would have to use what he had as leverage. His hand reached out, intending to pull the Elder to his feet. "Kind sir, a' this village- I humbly accept yer offer. I ain't gonna say the same for the rest of us, but information would be kind, particularly in return for my services- information on locations would be real kind. I have small...stirrings on a few things, and I wish to cover them as soon as possible- but not at ya expense. Now kindly stand, for ya got your years on you- and it's a real shame to let you grovel for us."

Iain had his voice in a calm, peaceful tone- an express difference to Hatch's hostility. But as he rose, he glanced at the vampire that his mind provided the name of- and spoke simply. "And you, miss Camile? Mayhaps I got an idea on who ya are, maybe I don't." A smirk formed on his face, as his voice seemed to switch between two types of lingo- a more refined accent, and the voice of a ruffian. It was honestly rather confusing, as the man himself didn't seem to recognize what he was doing. Yet alas, the madness was prone to happen still, as his instincts slowly rose up in hackles...

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The harsh light of the outside world caused Irenic to shield her eyes as the subtle pain of her headache was heightened by its sudden and unwelcome presence. The woman’s eyes progressively adapted to the light, her head ceased its consistent spinning. She carried on walking, not caring to look at the passing faces, or stopping to reflect on how she was feeling in the moment. Her mind was focused on receiving answers as to what was going on. As she followed the tiny troop into the Elder’s abode she was struck with a disgruntled judgment-

This was all insultingly pandering.

Irenic stared down at the dainty cup that had been placed in one of her hands with a hollow detachment, the article looked particularly fragile when braced in the woman’s overbearing grasp. Its fragrant contents served to, counterintuitively, make Irenic Kalon feel more nauseated than she already had. If this town really was at its wits end, how come this man had not sold his own luxuriant commodities to help fund their food supply and defenses? Tea wasn’t cheap to come by, nor were porcelain cups. Evidently, he hadn’t been trying hard enough to help what he so desperately referred to as ‘his people’. An inner dissonance rose within her as she listened to the elderly man speak; she shifted her peripheral attention to the oldster, making sure to maintain an outward sense of disconnect.

Her eyes remained affixed on the curls of aromatic steam rising from her untouched beverage to the point where it caused them to water. At least it cleared her sinuses. The silent woman listened to the voices of her fellow subpoenants, their trivial and salient statements leaving her with an ever-increasing sense of anomie. A sorry lot of finicky, whining, and smarmy nobodies throwing around blood-class trash and trying to weave information out of their obstructive host. Nobody in the room looked like a hero to the orcish woman, but she doubted that she was in any state to say differently of herself.

The orc waited for the old man’s response to those who addressed him, holding privately to her own dissenting opinion; she had to play her cards right here in order to get as much information as possible.

She wasn’t ready to test the waters- let alone rock the boat. Trying to read the room to the best of her limited abilities. Why would he feel that summoning such a hodgepodge of individuals would be more beneficial than finding and hiring better trained ‘heroes’ , it seemed like a mistaken endeavor and a potential waste of an otherwise useful treasury.

Was his town so incompetent that they couldn’t fend for themselves at all? At long last, she looked up at the room with casual disdain from where she’d taken her seat, straightening her vapid posture.​

 

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Location: The Sage's House
Mood: Ready to be flattered...

Lorenzo Arsura Nascuta​

Lorenzo followed after the elder, more so out of a sense of needing to than anything else, after all if he were to split from the one man who knew anything about his situation he'd probably end up dead within minutes. As he was walking along however, he couldn't help but feel a sneer come across his face as Camilla spoke to him once more, causing him to clench his fists behind his back and speak through gritted teeth as the woman peered into his eyes, feeling an unexplained deep hatred and disdain for the word half breed, "Miss, I'll have you know I am no half breed. Though currently my memories are difficult to grasp, I'm sure there's more than a proper explanation for why I have such a diminutive form, maybe transmutation, maybe some curse, but there is no way that I'm some kind of lower half breed madame...why, if I had to guess, I'm probably some wonderful result of the offspring of a dragon and a vampire, a powerful combination of beings cursed by the gods and put into lesser body to calm their fears, only for me to one day break this measly form and overthrow the gods themselves! YES, I MIGHT NOT KNOW MUCH YET, BUT I'M SURE THAT I, LORENZO ARSURA NASCUTA AM A BEING MEANT TO RIVAL THE VERY FORCES OF NATURE THEMSELVES, WITH A LEGACY THAT MILLIONS WILL REMEMBER- Oh, hey! Don't leave me behind!" Realizing that halfway through talking to the other, lower breed of vampire he'd gone off by himself as he theorized on his origins, Lorenzo began to run after the rest of the group, exiting the chamber, and eventually reaching the sage's house.

It was as the older man began to lay out his plight that Lorenzo began to smile, to be called a hero, that sounded exactly right! It had to mean that he'd done something to be remembered already, that he had made some grand impact on the world, sure he was lumped in with six other bozos that dragged him down and made him weaker or something akin to that, but to know that he was well regarded enough to be summoned as a hero, well that felt nice...didn't it? The smile that had grown on Lorenzo's face faltered a bit, going from ear to ear to a look of almost discomfort, he wasn't sure why but he felt terrible, like he didn't deserve to be seated in the sage's house after being summoned, sipping tea and being praised, it was...very odd...

Any sort of reflection was cut short as the large man who Lorenzo had defended earlier stomped out of the room, looking like someone had pissed in his breakfast or something. With a shake of his head, Lorenzo took a loud slurp of his tea as the man left, putting emphasis on his departure. As everyone began to give their two cents on the situation (well...everyone except the weirdo in the metal mask) Lorenzo just watched, waiting for the lower borns to give their opinion before he would give his own (and frankly more important) opinion on the matter, pausing to notice how the man who seemed to identify the white haired woman as one 'Camila' seemingly switched back and forth between a refined accent and one that was more gruff, it was somethin- er...a mistake Lorenzo himself had made, accidentally allowing gutter speech to slip from his mouth in his daze, making his voice almost sound unpleasant for a moment, but to do so on a whim as you pleased? Well that was an odd choice for sure....

Eventually, Lorenzo tore his eyes from the man and looked back towards the sage, "Well firstly, thank you for the tea good sir, it's some of the best I've ever had...I think. Either way, I'd gladly assist you and your town, after all the common folk do need their heroes in order to get things done don't they? Though my um....compatriot over there with the coca colored hair does bring up a fine point, for some reason I have no memories of the marvelous deeds I've done! Surely you must know some of what we've done, since you have the time, why not tell these fine people here of some of my- I mean our wondrous deeds! And while you're at it, telling us exactly where you plucked us from would be nice as well, I'm sure I've got a castle full of servants worrying their poor servant heads over my safety and well being..."

 

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Elder [NPC]​

As he lifted his head to the compassionate heroes that offered to lend their swords in exchange for information, the feeble senior returned to his previous sitting position, out of breath and out of shape. "Of course you have many questions that still remain unanswered. I will try my best to clear up any misconceptions caused by your being here. Firstly, my name is Leon. I am the village leader and, as said before, I am in need of your help. As for the missing memories, I will recite what I was told by the Red Cloaks, your summoners." Placing his arm against the armrest of his seat, Leon gave each of them a look over before continuing.

"From my knowledge, I cannot tell you what it is that causes you heroes to be brought here with your past in shatters. All I know is that there is a way to restore it. By defeating foes of unstoppable might, you may drain them, collecting your past through their misfortune. With sword and shield, you are able to fight for who you once were, and become all the stronger from it. Sadly, I know not of your origins, nor can I place what makes each of you special. All I know is that you are heroes; beings with exceptional prowess. Where I am weak, you are strong, and through our patronage, you will bring this town to glory with your name."

Scratching at his hairless scalp, Leon then brought himself to answer the next set of questions. "The blight of our town is caused by our own cowardice," he said, his regret getting the better of him. "You all were not the first to be titled the saviors of this place. Before, in a time where we swam in gold, we had brought a previous batch of warriors to fight for us. Back then, we were consumed by our greed, and with little materials, we haphazardly summoned them. Before we knew it, they had turned on us, and after little resistance, our great town was brought to its knees by those wretched backstabbers. They were goblins, the lot of them. Perhaps it was a symbol of the avarice that hung in our hearts at the time."

Leon looked at the ceiling of his abode, closing his eyes as if to remember a memory long forgotten. "The scum sided with a nearby village of their own kind. Under their superior abilities, the lesser beings were able to breach our defenses. Now they pillage our lands, leaving nothing in their wake. I beg of you to put a stop to their onslaught of savagery. As time goes on, their attempts will worsen, and there will be nothing to stop them from erasing us completely." He put his head into his hands, hanging it in sorrow.

"We will support you with the little we have left. Head to the Guild Hall. That is where your equipment for slaying those vile creatures are held. Only when you have returned with the heads of your predecessors will our town be able to rest in the knowledge of our safety still intact. I advise for the lot of you to get acquainted with one another. You are standing amongst those that will have your back for the rest of time. Make use of it while you can."

On cue, the serf from earlier stepped into view, a solemn and forced smile plastered on her features. "Elizabeth will guide you to your destination. Take well to prepare yourselves for the worst that is yet to come," Leon told them, the woman stepping outside, and once more leading the party to their next destination.

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Hatch​

The pactborn couldn't help but notice as some belligerent fool stepped into his path. Was it customary for insects to trifle in the affairs of their god? A simple fix. Just as the man had made contact with him, Hatch found himself shoving them out of the way, and down the steps that lead to the entrance of the house. The patronizing woman from earlier had left long ago, along with her racist views. The stud didn't care, however. All that was on his mind was getting something to cure his pounding head. He stepped out of the building with a confident stride, only stopping to glance down at the nitwit that had so carelessly crashed into him earlier.

"Oi, can you stop being useless for one second and tell me where the fuck I gotta go to get a decent drink around here? All these fogies with their heads shoved up their asses are really giving me a headache." Hatch moseyed on over to the lad, lifting the stranger up by the back of their neck. "You awake? You can't tell me that a little fall like that has already got you dying on me. Hey, I said answer me!" A single punch to the gut and they were good as new. At least, that's what Hatch had thought as he rammed his fist into their belly.

"Anyway, you're gonna be the one to help me out over here, yeah? How about this: if you get me to where I want to go, I'll even let you stand around me for a little bit. I'm sure that'll get your ugly face some extra bonus points with the ladies." A snarky grin and soft chuckle were all that he gave before dropping them back down onto the dirt. "Whaddya say, fucktard? Wanna get a little wasted?"

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Rhydian Garefs
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Rhydian of course still had many suspicions about Leon, however he forced himself to accept what information he did have. Some knowledge was better than being clueless, after all. An exasperated exhale escaped his lips, but solemnly gave a nod towards the old man with thanks.

"I understand your position. I still have many questions, but I believe I'll take my leave to become acquainted with our surroundings, and this town of course. My gut warns me that much of our time will be spent among this rugged area."

He turned around to his comrades, at least what they had been summoned as for the time being. Whether or not he could truly trust any of them remained yet to be determined, yet Leon's advice resonated in his head only moments after saying such; "I advise for the lot of you to get acquainted with one another. You are standing amongst those that will have your back for the rest of time. Make use of it while you can."

While we can? Did that suggest our time in this world was limited? Though, Rhydian supposed not to think too much of it currently. Anymore stress to his mind would begin to drive him insane. Albeit, getting acquainted with this sorry bunch might prove to be to his benefit, not that he required their assistance mind you. Even if his memories were faint, an instinct told him he was just as strong alone even when compared to allies. For the time being however, since his knowledge of this world and its workings were dim still; risks were better not to be taken. He raised a hand, running his fingers through his hair. His umber strands felt like silk in his grasp. Strange, he'd just been brought to this world and his body didn't feel gross. As if hygienically, and physically, he was at his best. Perhaps it is because of the magical effects of said summoning, or maybe it is an effect of how Rhydian took care of himself in his previous life? Things were still too early to say, but the once infamous thief couldn't help but ponder on it.

"It probably would be better if we were to become at least somewhat acquainted- all things considering I'll be doing what I do alongside you all." He spoke, his voice heavy and alluring. "My name is Rhydian, I hope to get to know all of you better in time."

His eyes fluttered between the lot of them, from Camila's bewitching beauty to the goblin's boyish charm. He noticed another human like himself, a strange aura emanating from him. Rhydian couldn't quite put his tongue on what it was. His eyes then fell upon the female orc, who secluded herself away from the others. In all honesty, he didn't blame her reluctant behavior with all of them. In her eyes, we were than likely potential threats to her survival. In fact, that was probably the case with all the heroes here. Regardless, he approached her with a soft grin on his face.

"Personally, I've never met an Orc before. I only heard stories, many depicting you lot to be cruel and revolting creatures. What a surprise to me one was summoned alongside me as a hero like the rest of us. It's very nice to meet you, whatever your name is."

His attention turned to Camila, the fellow human, and the goblin, greeting them with the same smile. "I know the pale beauty over there is Camila, I'd overheard the man of my kin say your name. However, I don't believe I know your lot's names. At the very least, enlighten me of that."

This was new to him, socializing that is. Although his memory was foggy, his emotions were still heavy from his past life. A state of loneliness and fear was all he knew until now. Perhaps this would be a chance to rise above that.

At least, the bowman hoped.


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Berlin A. Malkuth
'Fight or Flight'​

Pushed down a few steps, words flying at him faster than he could process, then a grab to his shirt collar.
Berlin would be damned. It was the damned drunkard from before, and he’s stronger than he looked. A punch to the stomach followed by the release of his collar left Berlin stumbling backwards. The pain felt so familiar as if Berlin himself had taken one too many beatings in his previous life.
Why Berlin allowed this hunk of a pactborn to bully him, he wasn’t sure. Berlin somehow knew to himself, he could easily stop this man. He glanced down at his hands then his head rocked with red-hot pain. “Damn this summoning sickness,” he said to himself as he regained his balance.

Now, was the choice of how to respond.
Fight back was the first thing to reveal itself into his mind. It must have been thoroughly ingrained into him, and it was tempting; to teach a man like this that he should consult the consequences for his actions before even thinking of doing it. But Alas, another thought. He could also play along and perhaps befriend this man on his journey for the devil’s drink, something that requires a lot more brain cells that this drunkard could ever be capable of, surely.
It fell to a battle of instinct, what's programmed, and the decision to be more than that. It didn’t help his split-second decision as the feeling of dread was met rather painfully and accurately. “I guess nothing good ever happens with people.”

Feelings surged through him in a few moments that mimic the feeling of hours, and so, he closed his fist.
In another day, perhaps it could have gone differently, but he was feeling odd today.
“Only one thing in the words you’ve said has interested me. After all of this, maybe I could use a drink,” Berlin said, closing some distance towards the man, “Now, I hope this doesn’t strain anything.” His words rolling off of his tongue as heat and magic gathered into his hand, “But at least,” Berlin called upon his muscle memory and a fireball swirled into his hand. The look in the drunkard’s eyes felt like a guilty pleasure as Berlin’s fireball crossed the gap between them. Flames expelled in a small blast and knocked the man a good distance onto the very steps Berlin was pushed down.

Berlin looked up at the woman in the doorway as she watched, then he looked down on the drunkard. Berlin didn’t felt contempt or arrogance, in fact, he hated it more than he thought. The drunkard’s punch didn’t even feel like a hit, it was more like an accidental tap.
With a sigh, Berlin spoke again, “At least… I do wanna ‘get a little wasted’ as you said. My name’s Berlin A.” Berlin extended his hand out, “We even?”

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Quor the Grogmeister - NPC​

Many called him many things. Foolish, insane, and utterly mad as a hatter. But today? No, he was none of those things. His spear was planted on his back, as he was certainly a strong enough warrior- his body able to withstand the madness inherent within his blood. He was...close to ascension by this point.

The figure was standing at nine foot ten, his blood freezing to the touch, as white scales slowly grew over his skin. He was a right proper Hero, and he had to travel all the way out here to deliver bullshit to these...children. Seven heroes, a nearly unheard of number- which would be a turning point in history. Either they were going to be regular people- or they were going to be unlucky enough to have Legends among them. He didn't want to put down a Legend- not today. They were ungodly strong when they developed fully, and their madness always caught up to them. Always. But, being one of the few Guildmasters, he knew that identifying a legend early was not easy. But that the number seven appeared again...it reminded him of the time that the Beast of Bastouni was summoned, and he consumed the remnants of his God, which was unheard of.

A god, falling to a mortal- something that people did not enjoy. And considering the sources he had on such a subject- he had a distinct feeling that he would have a minimum of one legend among them. But killing the wrong one would lead to horrid consequences- namely his expulsion from the Guild, for the act of killing a Hero affiliated with the Guild. Yet having met the Beast, he hoped that he would recognize the appearance of a Legend in this group. His heavy footsteps slammed into the ground, as he tossed a small nugget of gold into his jaw- and chewed. The metal crunching, and becoming substance for himself.

"Halt your damned stupidity." Quor stated flatly to a small being in front of him- he had wandered up far too close to the Elder's shack, where he was meant to find the group that he met. In front of him? Two men in rags, one launching fire into the other- heroes. Great. Now he had to teach them a lesson in humility, as Gungnir impaled the ground in front of them- a spearhead cast from the bone of an elder Lich, as a miasma of death surrounded it. The deathly aura crept at them- intending to contain their actions, and force them to feel naught but terror. But if they wished to move away- that was up to them.

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Location: Elder's House -> Street
Mood: Excited as FUCK!

Lorenzo Arasura Noscata​

Lorenzo listened to what the old man had to say, slowly getting less and less excited about the prospect about being a hero as he realized that he hadn't been remembered, he had done something important but died anonymously...it hurt deeply, and for some reason Lorenzo felt himself feel a few tears begin to well up, though he quickly attempted to dab out whatever was starting to drip from his eyes to hide his tears as he struggled to keep his straight, noble like posture, instead beginning to sag his shoulders and look...pitiful.

The prospect of gaining back his memory was really all the vampire had to go off of and even then that wasn't much of a motivator, yes it was true the town's story was a sad one and Lorenzo wanted to help, but the not being remembered thing affected him deeper than he thought it initially would-

Wait, did the Elder just say they got to kill goblins?

"SIR I WILL GLADLY HELP YOU, I'M ALL IN ON THIS ONE I'LL HELP YA PUT DOWN THOSE GOBLINS LICKETY SPLIT LET'S GO GET THOSE SWORDS RIGHT NOW LADS!" Lorenzo's voice had lost any pretense of nobility he'd tried to maintain before, instead the thick drawl he spoke with was out in full force as he jumped off the chair and began attempting to push fruitlessly against each one of the others in the room before realizing that he was to short and weak to make much progress in that department. So after catching his breath due to his useless attempts at pushing people after the room, Lorenzo simply yelled, "ALRIGHTY THEN I'LL MEET YA'LL DOWN AT THE GUILD HALL SEE YOU THERE YOU BETTER HURRY BECAUSE I NEED TO PUT DOWN THOSE FUCKING GOBLINS RIGHT NOW!"

Lorenzo ran out of the house, taking the stairs two at a time and jumping before Hatch and Berlin, practically bouncing up and down on his heels as he wore a large toothy grin on his face, "Hey there bois we get to go kill goblins, you both left early so you probably didn't know that but anyways let's hurry we got A LONG AND GLORIOUS DAY OF GOBLIN KILLING AHEAD OF US AND I'M PRETTY SURE I'M NOT ALLOWED TO GO DO IT ALONE SO LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO!" Lorenzo attempted to pull both Hatch and Berlin to the guild hall, not realizing he not only didn't know where that was, but also forgetting he was nowhere near strong enough to perform that feat, and also not realizing he was standing directly in the path of a spell that had been cast at the pair....

 

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Hatch​

An explosion of flames was all that Hatch saw before finding himself gazing at the blue sky above. He had been embedded in the planks of the staircase leading to the dwellings of the older gent from before and as he lifted himself out of the crater that the force had created, he felt pieces of the structure crumble under him, revealing only a Hatch sized hole in his wake. Dusting off bits of dust and debris, he cracked his neck, followed in suit with a crunching of his fists. An arrogant expression fell over him, and as he realized that no serious damage was done, he found it difficult to hold back in terms of smack talk. "Is that all you've got? I've been itching for a good face to pummel, and it seems yours fits right in with what I'm looking for."

As he prepared for the brawl of the century, a rather boisterous gnat burst out from the doors behind him, hooping and hollering about something to do with hunting goblins. When the brawler turned to see what the commotion was coming from, he found the pea-sized individual from before tugging on his arm. Soon after, a peculiar javelin had hit its mark, digging into the dirt with an aura that only spelled trouble. Lifting the goblin by his head, Hatch yanked the overly excited fellow well off his feet, allowing him to dangle in the air. "Hold your horses, Greenbean. I don't know what nonsense you're spouting, but it looks like one of those goblins you spoke of are right in front of us. Which reminds me, who the fuck are you?"

His eyes scanned over the tall barbarian, noting that he held an assortment of weapons on his person. Spitting on the floor in front of him, Hatch lazily dropped Lorenzo, his posture escalating into that of a lax demeanor. "Don't tell me that you're the errand boy. I guess it's fitting, having a lesser being do all the legwork for the hero. How about you be a good pack mule and let me bash this kid's skull in, yeah?" Eyeing Berlin, his urge for bloodshed only heightened. Something about them made his blood boil, for whatever reason that he wasn't able to put his finger on.

Elizabeth [NPC]​

To think that matters could've gotten any worse. As she stepped out the door, the young maiden stumbled over herself, seeing that the patio deck had been completely demolished. Recollecting herself and guiding all of the heroes out of Leon's home, she placed her hands in front of her, analyzing what had transpired in her absence. Two of the "heroes" had gotten into a fight, and Quor had intervened. The situation was escalating, and as she stepped between the group, careful not to go near the spear of death, Elizabeth waved to the Guild representative, a smile on her face.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance once again, Quor. As you can see, these are the summoned beings that are going to be adventuring in the name of our little town, Boering Village. I see you've already gotten their supplies for them. I won't say that you have to like them, but please try not to make a mess of them. They might not look like it, but they are the only hope we have currently." Returning back into her quiet solace, the maid gestured for the goblin to speak, giving a stink eye to the numbskulls that had just so happened to piss him off.

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Quor the Grogmeister - NPC​

The shadows gripped Lorenzo- before placing him down gently beside Quor. "Whelp, although you are a traitor, you show promise. Good on you for your bloodlust. It shall serve you well." Quor laid a belt upon the small goblin's shoulder, with four things on it- a scabbard with a dagger within, a pistol, a pouch of ball and powder, all ready for him to use. "Prepare yourself while I deal with these two incompetent ones." A cestus made of leather and iron flew straight towards Hatch, a projectile quick enough for lower classes to miss- but a brawler or duelist? Unlikely for them to not notice it, with the fact that they had solid reflexes. But alas, the final one. A few moments, grumbling as he couldn't exactly slam this one into them, as they were fragile and well...slower, usually. Yet it was interesting- a side of duelist? With that in mind, Quor placed a small pouch on the porch's arm, allowing Berlin to grab it at his will. "For you, mageling. Catalysts, for assisting you."

With that, Gungnir was ripped out of the ground, the aura of plague fading away. "And always pleasant to see you, Li. It makes my day, truly." The Guild Member smiled at the human, happy to see her- at least, when he wasn't on duty. But his face turned back into a stony visage as he walked into the building itself. A spear, impaled by one of the humans as a bundle of leathers was slammed into their chest- Iain barely having the time to take the impact. The orc had a set of five things set by them- a cloak, a bandoleer of daggers, basic clothes of their size and softer boots. The archer- after all, one could see the taut and lean figure that dedicated itself to such, afterall- was given a single dagger, a shortbow, and ten arrows in a quiver. There was basic clothes as well, but nothing more- while the final, and remaining figure, of a vampiric entity? A staff was thrust into her hands. A simple thing, made of wood, with a single rune on it. Just enough to channel her energy through, and sturdy enough to hit someone over the head. Oh, and of course- there was a bundle of clothing for a priest of sorts placed into her bosom.

"Apologies Elder, about the mess- don't want to stay here too long. These fellows' debut is soon. Like, ten minutes soon. Saw the issue as I was walking in. Fellows let me pass, but didn't want to deal with me- told them there was a new group for them to fight. Not able to get involved- guild rules. Pisses me off for certain, but, you know. I can't handle an entire guild chasing my scales down. And you- the Lady of the Night who I gave a staff. Wear more clothes. Rags are ill-fitting for you, especially with how much skin it shows." With that, Quor made his way outside, pulling out his flask and taking a swing from it. Gods above, why did he have to do this today? Of all days, on the day that whelps wanted to attack?

Meanwhile, outside the village? A series of yips and barks were heard, as the town watch mobilized- the alarm bell ringing quite fast. Now, what might be the issue here?

A group of twenty goblins, matter of fact, slaughtering the town guard like they were tissue paper. Comes with the fact that they were outnumbered by four to one, in the goblin's advantage. Now, what would these newborn heroes do? Who knows. Quor had a date with Li and drinks to deal with, though.

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Rhydian Garefs
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Everything happened a lot faster than he’d anticipated. One minute he was attempting to get acquainted with his newfound allies, yet now a strange creature had given him armament to wield. Just so conveniently, the village alarm had been set off alongside the screeches of terror from the villagers.

Rhydian wasted no time whatsoever dressing into the average cloths handed to him. He strapped the finely crafted small blade to his waist, and slung the quiver with minimal arrows over his shoulder.

“I’d love to sit here and chat, but it there’s something going on outside.” He said to the heroes around him. “Assist me, or don’t, I’m moving forward to protect the people if I can. It’s... our purpose. My purpose.”

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Such words overtook his mouth by instinct. He had no idea why he felt such a rush to defend people he’d never met before, why his heart was beating rapidly with such determination to fight, and why the shortbow within his palms felt so fitting. Ah! What a thrill, he couldn’t help but let a smile curl upon his face.

He made headway for the rotting door, however he stopped just before he left to nod in thanks to what he assumed to be one of the guild members. He looked powerful- far stronger than himself. From his stature to his weapon, to what he recognized from ancient stories as Gungnir, Rhydian finally realized the world he was in now was a different game than the one before. A game like that of chess, where one incorrect move and it’d be checkmate. He’d have to catch up with the orc later, for now was a time of action.

Rhydian sprang open the door, his eyes quickly averting to the large group of goblins. None of them looked nearly as friendly or charming as their little friend Lorenzo. Bloodthirsty and clearly greedy, he noticed their focus on thieving materials from the villagers and attempted slaughter of them. In the corner of his right eye, he noticed a woman dressed in a tattered skirt and a dirtied bonnet fearfully screaming and running away from one of the creatures. Rhydian quickly drew an arrow from his quiver, fastening it between the bowstring.

Passive Ability: Marksmen.

The arrow erupted elegantly from release, nailing the goblin directly into its skull. It fell to the ground lifeless, allowing the woman time to escape to safety.

9. Rhydian thought, he’d have to use his arrows carefully. He hadn’t been given many- hell he was surprised they knew of his gifts to begin with.

After watching one of their own perish from Rhydian’s hands, he had alerted the rest of the monsters to his presence. They rushed vehemently towards him. However he remained calm, focused, just as he naturally knew how to. He couldn’t explain it, but this rush of overwhelming odds and battle felt... familiar.

He pulled three more arrows from his quiver. His eyes flowed a brilliant sapphire, focusing on the crowd of, I suppose you could say Lorenzos.

Passive Ability: Marksmen.

As he let the three arrows fly from his bow, they split off into separate directions and pierced into the heads of three other goblins.

6.

Sixteen more remained, and they were approaching him faster. Rhydian looked to his surroundings and noticed two barrels stacked high alongside the bar. He dashed desperately for the wooden cylinders, and as he reached them, he grabbed one of the barrels and rolled it down the direction of the goblins. The large group split off into two- as the barrel had tripped and divided them from their unit. Between the musty glass frames, he could see Berlin, Lorenzo, and Hatch. Sixteen goblins remained, and he had eliminated four of them on his own. As he walked up to the bar, he pounded in the wood next to the window.

“Your sorry asses don’t have weapons entrusted to you for nothing. Get to fuckin’ work.” Rhydian snarled, his once friendly demeanor changed now to a much more serious, determined facial structure. He couldn’t do this alone, but damn it to hell he would if he had to.

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Berlin A. Malkuth
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Berlin kept his hand out as Hatch rose to his feet, as some giant scaley dude threw a spear, and as some small goblin ran about. Hell, Berlin kept his hand out as he watched all of them interact back and forth until Hatch readied up his fists with Berlin himself in his sight. Clearly, the drunkard hasn’t gotten the message.

“We’re even,” Berlin told him, immediately switching his attention to Quor as he started to give out gifts.
“Catalysts? I don’t even feel enough flames in me to get a good use out of them any time soon.”
As Quor went inside the old man’s shack, Berlin walked over and took up his pouch. Inside, colorful crystals wrapped with a poor quality purple hooded cloak. “This is real. They actually want us, all of us to be heroes.” He thought to himself as he looked back to the wild duo of an arrogant drunkard and a half of half person. “What is this?”

But with a sudden change in the wind, the sound of an alarm followed by screams carried past his ears. The army of goblins came into view, raiding and hurting. The sight of it sent a shiver through his body.
He wasn’t afraid to see it, instead, it triggered something else within him, something that made him a little too eager. What it was, he couldn’t remember one bit.
But before he even knew, another member from the summoning, a chocolate man with a short bow, ran by him firing off an arrow. He seemed absolutely sure about what to do with no hesitation.

Berlin ran to be in line with the brown archer, watching him rather intensely as the archer let arrows rip.
“He’s killing without a qualm for these people? I suppose it makes sense. Heroes, right?”
Then, Rhydian turned and yelled, and reality hit him.

“You don’t gotta tell me that.” He said to the Archer as he started running. The archer had killed four and used a barrel to split the remaining group into two groups of eight. Embers started to crack in his palms as it all came to him. In the few moments he was running, Berlin knew what he had to do.

The barrel split the remaining sixteen into two groups of eight. Perfect. As the group of goblins prepared to engage with him, Berlin took one big hop above the first two and landed on one with both of his hands in its face. Before the others could react and attack, Berlin blasted two of his fireballs down at point blank range. A big one. The blast completely incinerated the goblin’s face Berlin stood on whilst also giving a big enough boom to push the others back a few feet. He analyzed how he felt, he knew he only had a few more in blasts in him, but he’d do what he could. The goblins closed the short distance he created, forcing Berlin to evade. However, one goblin was too close and managed to get a slash but with an alteration to his form, the blade flew through him. Or so it seemed. Berlin had jumped back leaving a clone which faded in an instant.

In the confusion, Berlin slid pass the two goblins he jumped over and pulled their heads down with a flame in each hand. Another simultaneous double blast. Two more dead. Berlin hopped two steps back to be in close range with Rhydian. “So, is that enough for ya?”

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Rhydian Garefs​

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Amidst their confusion, thanks to the nifty sorcerer, Rhydian had an opening to conceal himself somewhere else out of their vision. He patted Berlin on the shoulder, “I appreciate the help. Keep doing what you’re doing- I’ll provide you cover from a vantage point. Your blasts give you far more spacing and manueverability than my innate agility. Use that, and keep yourself tangoing with them and on guard. Hopefully the others take advantage of the diversion I caused.”

Rhydian nodded to Berlin, giving a thumbs up before leaping up and grabbing onto an outer edge of the wooden roof. He pulled himself up and flipped his body onto the stable structure. All one could see was the archer once again hopping over the roof and disappearing behind the building. Rhydian was definitely plotting something- but exactly what was the question.

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