Fantasy Gods of Lost Faith

[NyxNightmare]

The woman's eyes tore away from the silver-haired boy and back to the human from earlier. The one who had called her by name. Placing a relaxed hand on her hip, she would set her tea aside to stare up at the man. His wavering dialect rose her suspicions. Her instincts told her to be a bit wary of the man. Keeping her voice taught, she spoke in a prideful manner, "First of all, it's Camila. Once you can get that through your-" Camila's nose twitched as the man's lingering scent began to encase her. With an empty stomach threatening to growl, Camila ceased her verbal attack. Smoothing down her ragged apparel mindlessly, she sighed. "Right. Well. Does this man that may or may not have an idea about me, have a name?" Camila leaned in closer, her scarlet gaze latched onto her future prey.

Camila's advances crumbled down as another human male swaggered over. His umber skin contrasted her pearly tone. He had referred to her as a pale beauty. Well. At least he had common sense. Camila was only granted a few seconds to observe the new man's appearance before their conversation was abruptly cut. Clothes and supplies landed into Camila's hands rather harshly. Stumbling back a bit from the strong force of the man known as Quor, the woman mentally cursed. Examining her new garbs, they were far from luxurious. But then again, maybe they were, coming from this sorry state of a town. The white fabric of the cloak would do well to repel the heat of the sun. The edges embroidered with crimson floral designs represented a small touch of tenderness. Unfortunately, its owner was anything but tender. What came as a genuine shock was the supposed weapon, with its feeble structure and rough texture. Camila clicked her tongue in dismay. "What the heck is this? This....this STICK." Slicing through the air in a monotonous fashion brought little joy to Camila. Such a thing was unworthy to be a staff. Much less worthy of her grace and virtue.

Clipping the white cloak around herself, she tried to place those negative thoughts behind her. A more significant incident was occurring outside. Taking swift but delicate steps towards the door, Camila released a small gasp. "Oh, my. It's a nightmare." Squealing at the sight of green beside her, Camila was quick to swat at the back of his head with her magical stick. Noticing it was the half-breed from earlier, she couldn't stifle a giggle. "Oh, my apologies Lorenzo. It was difficult to distinguish you from the rest." It was evident that the comment was a purposeful jab. Some might describe Camila as an osmanthus flower. She may have portrayed beauty and emitted a sweet fragrance, but harbored a bitter seed in her heart.
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[HTCOR]

Iain​

There wasn't a moment's hesitation, as he replied not yet to the pale faced threat- the scent of death hung in the air, and his senses were on overdrive. A quick glance about, a soft thought as he would whip on the leathers given, and wrapping the scarf around his face. It was a lighter scarf, woven with scarlet hues. Sable colored hair drooped over his eyes, each etched with stony solitude- and more piercing than a steel saber. The spear was wrenched out of the floorboards, as he rushed outside, his footing allowing him to find his pace easily. He had some experience at least, it seemed, as he would slip between the ranks of villagers who fled, his eyes flicking over the goblins- trying to figure out who to fight....until he would leap clear to the side.

An overly massive ax head had slammed into the ground where Iain once stood, a towering, scaled goblin who stood at a solid eight feet tall- with eyes a sickly green. Iain's memory flickered, a faint memory trying to peel itself free- yet the constraints of his- the pact. A swift slash with the edge of his spear, a glowing mark forming on the edge of the massive figure's side- right where a good chunk of the armor was flicked to the side of the attack. Yet such a thing was not to last long- as Iain took the a fist directly into the gut, sliding backwards, his momentum starting to be lost, only to be interrupted by something particularly brutal- Kazimar's ax slamming straight into his side. A clawed foot slammed into the man's chest, knocking him off the axe, as Kazimar roared at the others- as a burst of flame flew out of his mouth, intending to incinerate one of the nearby huts- the more dead, the better in this case.

The mark faded away, no magic able to power it, as the body of the strategist was in a crumbled heap. If anything were to happen, who knew- that was up to the Divines or a priest to handle.

 

[TheImmortalDeity]

Hatch​

A subconscious twitch of the eye overcame Hatch as Rhydian took to the stage. Did someone just demand something of him? Were they unable to realize his grandeur presence? Surely not, or else the man that partook in fighting common dregs wouldn't have asked such a mundane task. It didn't take even a second for Hatch to know that he was above fighting backstreet mongrels that simply popped out of the woodworks for no discernible reason. The irritation of having lowly humans giving orders to him, however, was enough to make the arrogant pactborn pissed. Grabbing the closest thing near him, Hatch heaved the object over his head with a strong arm before sending it off in a spiral towards where Berlin was now camped.

Sadly, that "object" was Lorenzo, and as the goblin had been antagonized by one member of his team, another followed in close pursuit. Watching the green man fly was amusing, but the real deal was what happened afterward. As soon as Hatch was ready to complain about a lack of actual challenge, a FIRE BREATHING BEHEMOTH decided to crash the party, creating disarray wherever it went. Dropping the cestus to the floor and grinding them into the dirt with the sole of his foot, Hatch bared a toothy grin. "About time something a little more my speed came around. I was starting to think that I was never going to have a good punching bag to test my strength on."

Taking up a full-on sprint, the barbarian set his sights on the lumbering monster before him, keen on killing it in a single strike. A winded up punch, followed by a swivel of his entire upper-body, and Hatch found his fist plunging into the gut of the bulky goblin. What he thought to be a finishing blow, however, was merely a good winding on the opposing enemy's side. The sudden attack had alerted one of the goblin scouts from before, and during the chaos of their flanks being attacked by all sides, the little scamp blew into his horn, the defining roar of war erupting from it. On cue, a rain of arrows volleyed over from the neighboring forest, the town littered with flaming arrows, setting buildings on fire from left-to-right. As for Hatch? A specialized bolt had made its way into his shoulder, and as he was knocked back by the blow, a small symbol now etched itself onto his tunic.

That's when Kazimar back-handed him, the mark exploding on contact and causing the half-demon to catapult off of his feet. Blood gushed from his mouth as Hatch felt his body crumble under him. His carelessness led to an opening; one that he wasn't used to. Crashing into a nearby hut, the flames swallowed him whole. He was gone, and with his absence, the onslaught from the goblin horde continued to persist onward. A loud BOOM sounded off near the back-end of the town, where the treasury was held. They had obtained what they came here for and were now finishing up their assault. It became apparent that this entire siege was merely a decoy.

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[Loony_Bin]

Tags: HTCOR NyxNightmare Lo Mayn TheImmortalDeity youngmanrhys Foxu
Location: Town Streets --> Treasury
Mood: Pissed off

Lorenzo Arasura Noscata​

As Lorenzo felt himself be yanked off his feet by a shadow, the small vampire kicked and yelped as he was dropped on the floor by Quor and handed clothes and multiple supplies. Lorenzo looked at the large and scaly man and blinked once...then again...then again, something was...off about the large goblin-

Oh...that was it.

"How in the sam hell did you get that tall?! Goblins are supposed to be short, it's not fair I'm stuck like this and you get to be up in the clouds! What's going on?!"

Finally looking down at the supplies he was given, Lorenzo began to take mental account of everything, scoffing at how plain the shirt looked, at how dumb the hat was, at how clearly oversized the boots were, how unkept the dagger was, and how the gun looked off in a way Lorenzo couldn't put his finger on. Picking up the weapon to examine it closer as he twirled it around in his hands...it felt wrong just in the way the gun looked, but holding it? That just felt right in a way the vampire couldn't explain. Lorenzo closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath of the familiar scent of gunpowder before twirling the flintlock in his hands, doing tricks and spinning it around before pointing ahead and slowly pulling the trigger, his mind filled with familiar and unexplained images of the flint all wrapped up in leather as it struck the frizzen, causing the sparks to light the priming powder in the pan, igniting it and sending flame through the touch hole and-

" “Your sorry asses don’t have weapons entrusted to you for nothing. Get to fuckin’ work.”

"Wait wha- Oh shit they're here?! YES! THEY'RE HERE!"

Lorenzo picked him and his supplies up and began to quickly put one foot through his pants, stumbling around the ground as he scrambled to put on his boots, quickly buttoned up his shirt, put on his hat and began to tye his cravat before eventually just leaving it around his neck, screaming, "SCREW IT, I NEED TO KILL A GOBLIN NOW BEFORE I GO MAD!" Quickly attaching his belt full of supplies around his waist, Lorenzo had a mad grin on as he opened up the flintlock and began to stuff the thing full with gunpowder, a sinister grin appeared on his face as he began to rant, "Stupid fucking GOBLINS, thinking they're something when their nothing and causing me SO MANY PROBLEMS! I'M GOING TO PUT ONE BETWEEN EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOUR EYES, THINKING YOU'RE SOME FORCE OF NATURE WHEN YOU'RE NOTHING! THINKING YOU'RE COOL BECAUSE YOU CHEATED AND GOT TO BE TALL BECAUSE OF DRUGS OR BIRTH DEFECTS OR SOMETHING NOT KNOWING YOU'RE GOING UP AGAINST SOMETHING THE GOD'S HAD TO WEAKEN BECAUSE THEY FEARED IT- OW! What the hell- I SWEAR WOMAN I WILL WASTE MY FIRST SHOT ON YOU DON'T TEMPT MEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Having turned around to face Camilla after she whacked him in the back of the head with her stick, Lorenzo never even got a damn chance to see Hatch reach over to pick him up, nor did he get the opportunity to realize what the brute was doing when he picked the goblin up and launched him towards the skinny mage boy from before. Not getting a chance to orient himself or get a moment to see the horrors that were happening to Iain just up ahead, Lorenzo instead crashed into Berlin, making a squeaking sound before letting out a slow and pained "ow..." As the vampire very slowly picked himself up, he felt his only saving grace was the fact that by some miracle of the gods, he hadn't pulled the trigger on the gun on his way through the air. Picking himself up and seeing the massive horde in front of him, Lorenzo paused for a moment as he realized how easily they were carving through everyone, and upon hearing the boom from behind and piecing together that they'd been duped and Lorenzo himself hadn't shot a single bullet, he felt like a failure as he realized he'd been made a fool....

Lorenzo tightened his fist and ran towards the direction of the explosion, "I SWEAR TO THE GODS I WON'T BE MADE A FOOL OF BY SOME DUMB AS BRICKS GOBLINS, COME BACK HERE WITH THAT TREASURE RIGHT NOW!"

Realizing he likely wouldn't be able to make it to the treasury at this point if he didn't pick up some speed, Lorenzo opened up the flintlock and packed in some extra gunpowder and pointed the gun behind him as he ran as if he was about to do something he'd done a million times.

Active Ability: Blowback

Feeling the force of the shot take him off his feet and make him jump forward a good few feet, Lorenzo yelped for a moment before hitting the ground shoulder first and going into a role that turned into a stumble once he got to his feet as he realized just how detrimental the large boots he was wearing really were. Still, though, Lorenzo quickly opened the flintlock once more as he ran towards the source of the noise as quickly as his tiny legs could take him, eventually stuffing another bullet in the gun as he rounded the corner, pointing the flintlock at the first peek of green he could see and screaming out, "ARGH! I WON'T BE MADE A FOOL OF! I WASTED A BULLET JUST GETTING HERE YOU IRRELEVANT PIECES OF TRASH!" before pulling the trigger...

 

[Foxu]

TheImmortalDeity

Irenic watched with cynicism as her abettors were led away by Elizabeth like sheep to the slaughter. It was only after they had all departed that she finally set her tea down with a chalky chinking sound and rose to her feet, reaching behind herself to massage the stiffness out of her neck. The orcish woman turned her metallic face to Leon, the light of the room reflecting in faceted orange and umber hues across its silvery plane. She stood without moving for some duration of time, a heavy sense of mordancy hanging around her as she tried to silently clear her throat, trying to anticipate the dialectal movements she would take in the tête-à-tête she was about to initiate with the arcane oldster.

At long last, she approached the hoary headed chap, trying to appear as acquiescent as possible as she did so. “I…”, her voice came in a truncated breeze, scratchy enough that one might feel they could reach out and lay their hands against it like a bolt of irritative rayon, “feel that it would be unwise to…" she shook her head and began a second time, "I fight no battles unprepared Sir...speak more of what we are up against...please.” She took a seat for a second time, turning the armchair she’d perched upon so that it faced him three-quarters of the way, feet pointed towards him, posture open and relaxed. If she remained free of acerbity, hoping that the elder did not feel the need to keep any secrets. She was certain that she could weave information out of him, albeit potentially prolix. Simplicity was her favored modem, trying to seed trust in this stranger with a decorous deception. He had no idea who these people were, what if each of them had been closer to a criminal than a hero? She had to admit, the majority of them had leaned towards the later. His desperation curdled her faith in him, it was a near pathetic display.

Perhaps not as much as the showmanship of her compatriots had been, seeing them leave so currishly had left an unsavory pit in her stomach. She wasn’t sure if she particularly cared if they died or not, but perhaps it was better to hope they survived. It would benefit her in the long run if they did after all.

Kalon looked briefly into the eyes of Leon, they were most certainly the measure of a man. Her willow-the-wisp gaze flickered away, turning in her seat slightly to look back at the door with clasped hands, “…is this the first batch of heroes...you have tried to summon?” the candle smoke wheeze of her voice conjectured. She couldn’t help but feel that the man could have done better if he’d tried harder. A random conglomerate of mismatched strangers; this really was the end of the breadline for him wasn't it?

How piteous.​

 

[youngmanrhys]

It was horrid.

Goblins had completely overtaken the town for the most part. Rhydian had only thought it was the mere few that barged in from the entrance. Deep inside his heart, there was a fear. A fear that came alongside with his lack of strength. Hell, he knew how terribly he struggled with the mere fodder of enemies before, and now he was alone again about to delve deeper into this place that he barely knew a thing about. Yet, an overwhelming desire to do what was right resided with that fear. He couldn’t very well explain it, for when he tried to remember any connection of current emotions to his past it would lead to fuzzy images and blotted thoughts in his mind. Damn it all, He would curse to himself.

Regardless, he couldn’t fight his way through the town with brute force- the scrawny mage and the drunken man were more than likely enough for the clustered group in front. Not to mention, three more warriors within Leon’s humble abode. He had to do his part, not just as a hero but as someone who’d been summoned for this very purpose. Rhydian would have to save and ensure the safety of all the residents. A sense of duty compelled him to it. Was it just his nature? Or maybe...

No time could be settled to think, screams of women and children were blaring against the gravel roads. The small-footed menaces would laugh hysterically, wreaking havoc upon small vendors and bustling down wooden doors. It was a complete mess, though- not for long while he was there. Instinctively, Rhydian went to pull an arrow from his rather damaged quiver- but held back as a sudden impending thought took over.

6 left, make it count, “Hero.”

Strange, his own thoughts had begun to tease him for his inner cravings. Now he was in a predicament, how exactly would he go about approaching this situation? With no arrows, his skill with a bow was useless. Frustrated at first, the lean archer remember something very frugal.

The dagger.

Quor had given him a single dagger alongside the rest of his equipment. A smile curled up on Rhydian’s face. The bow in his hand dematerialized elsewhere and the dagger instead took its place. The blade was dirtied, but sharp. Not exactly a quality weapon, but it would do.

Rhydian slid off the roof, landing on the other side of town- however what he didn’t realize was the town was absolutely destroyed at this point. When he landed on the ground, he noticed a few goblins running amuck before a loud BOOM.

Off in the distance, he could see a building explode and erupt into flames. He squinted his eyes, seeing three figures accompanied with a small group of the green fuckers disappearing into the trees. There was no point giving chase- there were three of them from what he could tell, a lot stronger than he was if they worked together against him. Scattered across the dying town were injured villagers, some dead and some panicking in fear. He looked around instinctively, noticing one house that was bigger than the rest. It didn’t seem too important, but it’d have to do.

Most of the goblins in the area had dispersed now, but he could still hear his companions struggling at the entrance. Though, they would have to wait. What good is a town if they had nothing left to come back to and rebuild? He began directing the able villagers towards the house in the distance- to hide for safety. It was towards the rear of the town a bit, besides the from what he assumed was the blacksmith. They listened to him reluctantly, as Rhydian aided in carrying the injured to the house himself.

Once that had finished, he knew there were more wounded beside the burning house. The villagers that were currently gathered at the house understood his instructions to, “Save anyone you see, and if you see a goblin- work together and either hide or kill it. They’re strong, but use your abilities and resources as a group to survive.”

Rhydian made headway for the collapsing structure, however it was far too late. The goblins in this area had dispersed and everyone was dead. One person that caught such an eye was a man in sorcerer’s robes, with stab wounds bleeding profusely from his body. However blotches of magic residue were around him- so he knew despite his efforts he went down fighting. A warrior that he never knew, it was a shame- but alas he couldn’t sit here and wait any longer. He turned back, climbing on top of yet another house and using the rooftops as a quicker path to get back to the others. However when he reached them, he saw something terrifying.

It was a goblin, but he wasn’t too far off the same height as Quor. A large, muscular creature wielding a great hefty axe. The drunkard was gone, nowhere to be seen. The mysterious human was knocked down, incapacitated with the pale vampiric love knelt beside him; clearly with malevolent intent. Berlin and Lorenzo were knocked down together, yet still clearing the the menaces as best as they could.

This situation was bad, very bad. The large orc was nowhere to be found as well, and the great goblin was advancing slowly on them. Between the small forces and him, they were about to be wiped out entirely.

Yet, none noticed him quite yet.

He held the dagger steady in his hand, and took a deep breath.

Be the one they need, Garefs.

A familiar voice rang in his head, but his memory was so cloudy, so spotty it pissed him off. Wait, that was it. The rage, the confusion, the desire to survive; put that into the fight and flip the odds. Make it even.

He flipped off the roof, landing in a roll. He came fast, the goblin knight hadn’t noticed him yet, but he was directly atop of the mage and Lorenzo. The mage’s hands sparked, and the small friendly goblin had blasted away elsewhere. However Rhydian could see the troubled look in the mage’s eyes. Hell, he was scared too. One mishap and...

No time for doubting himself, as Kamizar raised his weapon, Rhydian was soon right behind him.


Active Skill: Anatomy Studies.


He flipped the dagger mid-slash to hold the blade inward, cutting across the back of the goblin knight’s ankles. He buckled barely, swinging his axe torwards Rhydian’s direction- but what was this? The archer was gone, or so Kamizar thought. He turned back around to finish off the impudent heroes, swinging his axe directly at them for a finishing blow.

Then it happened.

As the axe came for them, Rhydian used every ounce of his strength to knock the axe upward with his blade. The sudden attack caught Kamizar off guard. With a driven kick, Rhydian slammed his right foot and made Kamizar stumble backward quite a bit. He held his dagger fast, defensively in front of the heroes. These were his new family members, for the time being. Without them, he’d perish- and vice versa.

He yelled back towards them, with a sly grin on his face.

“The longer you all sit on your sorry asses, the sooner we’ll all be killed. If you want to die, great! Die fighting for something. Be it your life, your dream, or someone else. I need you; these people do too.”

Yet, in that moment. Lorenzo had blasted himself away in the direction of the treasury. Despite that distraction, he refocused his gaze on the knight. He should be scared, yet this type of battle felt... familiar to him.

“I’ll keep him busy. Mage, help me out and attack him from other angles. And you, pale beauty and the orc. I’m unaware of what you can do, but if you want any chance at living- act now and help us!”

Rhydian glared directly at Kamizar.

“You wanted a fight, right? To tear down everything for yourself.” He said, then his tone changed. “Then try to tear through me, I promise you I won’t be like the others.”

Rhydian knew his limits, but he had faith- faith that his weaknesses could be complimented by the other heroes’ strengths. They could do this. He knew they could.

Kamizar stood, and the few goblins left stood beside him.

The fight was on.

Tread wisely, little warriors.

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[Lo Mayn]

Berlin A. Malkuth
'Midst The Chaos, There's a spark'​

Chaos. It was absolute chaos. Yet, within himself, Berlin found a certain peace. He could tell he was very well used to it. The town was immersed in war and he had to be one to help stop it.

The archer who started the counter-assault gave Berlin a tap on the shoulder, giving him a few instructions he’d consider, then scaled the building and went out of sight. “I wonder why... I’ll have to ask him after this.”

He stood, rummaging through his catalyst bag, looking for something that could help, and might as well put on his hood too. He ripped his cloak from the bag, causing a small auburn clay vial to drop to his feet. “Well, That can work.” The robe fitted surprisingly well and felt good. It was comforting to have something to cover his face, though he couldn’t explain why. But it was no time to think about it, he’d have to move, sooner than he expected. He threw the vial into the bag and noticed a very bright and large rune underneath his feet. Instinctively he looked up to see a wall of arrows.

He acted without hesitation. He threw his left hand down and cartwheeled himself away from the barrage, dodging a pool of arrows by just mere inches. Quickly following that, a large boom echoed from the opposite side of town. “Shite.”

It’s dangerous to stand around, you got to keep moving. You have to do something. Berlin gripped his fists and took in the view of the town. Blood, people hurt, the standard town raid, and Berlin actually felt indifferent, but one thing did get his attention; A big brute of a goblin, Kazimar, standing over his fellow summonees. Embers started to sparkle. As much as he’d hate to say it, Berlin knew if they were summoned with him, it must have been for a reason. He couldn’t let them die until he knew why they were here with him. In the corner of his eye, Berlin caught Rhydian moving about the rooftops with his attention dedicated to the goblin. “That archer is always up to something, but this could work.”

Berlin could feel himself start to slow within, there was a certain pain in his chest he couldn’t believe, but it wouldn’t stop him as he started to gather speed.
A minion goblin from the earlier group stood in Berlin’s way. He wouldn’t have a moment to spare if he’s to ensure the archer doesn’t attack in vain.

Berlin sidestepped the goblin’s slow slash and connected a fireball to its face. The blast was tamed compared to earlier, less focused on a boom, more focused on hurting. The goblin fell to the floor, badly injured, as Berlin took long strides to pick up speed. Time for a blitz.

Without realization of his actions, Berlin soon fell to something he’d never believe. He was about to throw himself at an eight-foot behemoth that breath fire to help people when one of them literally punched him not ten minutes before. But Berlin didn’t care to think of what they would owe of him nor that he could boast to them when it’s all over. Berlin didn’t care for any of that.

A fireball formed itself into Berlin’s hand as the archer attacked and stood to lain’s side.

“I need you - these people do too.” The archer said. It struck a chord in Berlin’s brain.

“For god’s sake, this feels…”

Berlin smiled as he essentially flew by Rhydian and into Kazimar, throwing a ball into the goblin’s gut where Hatch had punched before. The blast was flashy. The momentum and explosion were enough to leave Kazimar stumbling backward, and a small bit of smoke allowed some time.

Out of the smoke, Berlin ran to Rhydian’s side. “I don’t know how much I have left in me, but, I can do a big enough blast to give us the edge,” He told whoever would listen. Then he started to direct his words to the archer, “Take this guy,” he pointed to lain, “and get as much space as you can. I’ll do what I can, and it’ll take a lot out of me, but with this,” He showed the clay vial, “I should be able to do enough that you should be able to finish anything I couldn’t… And don’t worry about me, I’ll live.” As his words finished, the smoke began to clear.

youngmanrhys HTCOR

 

[HTCOR]

Kazimar (NPC)​

Kazimar, having a few things happen- he got hit, repeatedly. He'd used his passive thrice now, trying to ensure that they couldn't charge him as a group- yet he could tell the effects were wearing off the initial attempt. That damn spearman was getting up, and any attempt to slash at him would cause the short change sorcerer to hit him again- so there was no other choice.

Active Ability: Howl

An ungodly loud roar erupted from Kazimar, as everyone except the spearman felt something take hold in their body- Paralysis. It was strong, strong enough that they couldn't move if they were within twenty feet of the Knight, as the action seemed to take quite a bit out of him. The smaller, lesser goblins began to sprint back towards the woods, as Kazimar yanked himself backwards, grumbling as he used his second ability- a basic Knight ability, that helped him to a grand degree in numerous times.

Active Ability: Second Wind

His wounds stitched themselves together, yet not completely- it was like having a priest on hand, really, but it wasn't too good compared to most priests- they could mend wounds with a touch, he could only partially heal himself if he was too damaged. His ax swung back up into position, his body aching heavily- but most of the strain was gone. He could take a moment to breathe, as the others would arrive and the stun movement ended about the same time as he caught his breath- and the achilles tendon healed. It was a grand thing, and he could finally be ready to fight off numerous opponents at once!

Affected Heroes: HTCOR youngmanrhys Lo Mayn

Non-Affected Heroes: Loony_Bin Foxu TheImmortalDeity NyxNightmare

 

[NyxNightmare]

Lorenzo's prickling words were no match for Camila's thick skin. The cold-hearted woman didn't even flinch as the green pea was mercilessly thrown off into the distance. Civilians were falling left and right. Humans are plagued with such frail bodies. Her opinion appeared only to be strengthened by the poor sight of one of their human teammates getting tossed off to the sides like a rag doll. It was the man from earlier. He had yet to relinquish his name. Camila kneeled down beside the fallen man, her hair pooling over his body as if it were attempting to claim him. Foolish human. Reaching her hand out, Camila delicately removed the scarf hiding the majority of his face. The vampire curiously caressed the right side of his cheek. She noticed specs of dirt painting his skin, and the vampire thought it fitting given its already callous state. However, there existed a soft spot just below his jawline. Yes. It was his smooth neck that the woman so greatly desired. The blood coursing through his veins served to tease Camila. How vexing.

She would gaze at him now with longing. Camila was uncertain if she could overcome the disparities between her and the rest of these supposed heroes. But something did ring clearly within her mind. It was hunger. Hunger gnawed at the maiden, threatening to shred her from the inside out. What was more overbearing than Hunger, was Temptation. Here lay a five course meal right before her very eyes. He was lifeless, defenseless. The entire world could have been crashing down around her, and her gaze would remain stagnant on the motionless figure. It wasn't that far from the truth, as an array of arrows swept over the ground. By a miracle, along with the fallen strategist, Camila's location granted her adequate protection from said arrows. A few managed to snag the side of her cloak, but the woman paid it no mind. Everything else was insignificant in comparison to her desire to feed off of this man. One might have thought the woman possessed an ability to conjure a forcefield around herself due to her incredible talent to sever ties with reality. Camilas was heavily engulphed within her own realm.

Closing the distance between them, Camila placed one of her hands over his chest, her breath lightly grazing the side of his neck. For a brief moment, a different sensation immersed from within her. An instinctual feeling to...heal? The word mend reverberated in her mind, but she refused to surrender to the fruitless act. She could practically feel his heart palpitations under her tongue as it rolled over his tender skin. Feasting in the open like this was an example of brash mannerisms. But how could she hold back any longer? THE WOMAN BE THIRSTY. Having decided to indulge a little, Camila parted her lips. She was eager to pierce into the man with her pearly white fangs. Would anyone save this unsuspecting soul? Only time would tell.

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[HTCOR]

Iain​

Many things in the world which one could say were comfortable, and pleasurable. Having someone treat you affectionately, to eating a solid meal. Currently, none of that was going on for Iain. His fingers wrapped around his spear as the stunning effect slowly wore off, another wave overwhelming him- and he could feel his body starting to unlock, the limpness and jarred limbs allowing him to move once more. Yet...something occurred. It would be pleasant, yes, but here? Now? That was confusing.

His eyes twitched a little, struggling to glance at the offender of his personal space- only to find that it was Camila! The Noble, that one, whom had just- licked his neck. Iain's hand broke free of the beserker's ability, and planted itself on the woman's chest, and tried to push her upwards and away! Not a drop of sympathy in him currently, as he couldn't even manage to keep the mana flow active for the spell that he placed, as even that was locked- stunning effects were painful, to say the least, especially when paired with a good wound to the side.

Heintz - NPC​

Heintz had fun! They tossed flame, ice, and set arrows on fire! They also blew up building, yes! Harshness was key to this, and he must set pesky non-goblins on fire! Oh, they caused issues- oh there! Fire user! Haha! A rain of icicles arced through the air, intending to hit the poor Sorcerer-

Active Ability: Elemental Barrage (Cyro) - Passive Ability: Arc Fire!

Yet none of them hit. Why did none of them hit?!?! How could this be! Heintz did not like this, no he did not! This was heresy, and pure horse. More foul than any incense that those pesky gold hoarders would ever use! Born of graves, born of ash, carved from bone!

Such was the bloody way of life! Incineration Rain!

Active Ability: Elemental Barrage (Fire) - x5 - Passive Ability: Arc Fire!

Overview - Quor​

This battle was frustrating, grandly so- the heroes fought without mercy, the Goblins intending to take them down without any mercy. Yet...this was a moment when he had a perfect view of understanding whom was a legend- and who was not. But alas, the fact that two of them were doing....that on the ground made him wonder if Leon managed to summon the seven sins in a personified form. Lust and Pride was rather....prominent over there. Then you had Wrath in that little Goblin to such a degree...how could he figure this out? It was hard.

Yet a key factor in all of this? The fact that there was...hm. That was quite a bit of fire. Around fifty individual bolts, as his eyes could tell- enough to murder anyone who dared get hit by the majority of them....it would certainly burnt down the village, wouldn't it? Now what was he to do in this case? His teeth ground slightly, clacking and clanking together- but not too soon, as the carpet of flames washed over the grand majority of the village- avoiding the main group of heroes, surprisingly enough. But the womenfolk, those who were left...that was not going to be pretty.

Quor scowled heavily, this entire...scenario being against what he wanted.

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The fight was on, right?

At least, that was what Rhydian had thought. After the archer’s initial attack, he could tell Kazimar had a sudden realization- whether it be fear or anxiousness Rhydian could not tell. Though what was strange was a numbing feeling that had came over himself after deflecting the axe strike. All he knew was, his attack dealt hefty damage to the goblin knight which had triggered the worst possible outcome for him and his scrawny ally, Berlin.

A sudden, shrilling screech blared from Kazimar. The sound shockwave jailing directly into both him and the sorcerer. Rhydian flew backward, landing harshly onto his back whilst a pain shot up his body. The blade that was in his hand escaped elsewhere, and the warrior felt himself unable to move. He shifted his head to the side slightly, seeing Berlin afflicted with the same condition- dazed and immobile. What in the bloody hell was that? thought the hero.

He screamed at his body to move, but it wouldn’t. Rage filled his mind, and his heart- why was this happening? If such a beast had this power, then why-

It hit him. For the archer recalled the events from earlier. When he had approached the scene, the spearman had been immobile on the ground. When Rhydian deflected the attack off Berlin, he felt a numbness in his body. Kazimar, the Goblin Knight had an ability to stun upon a hit.

Gods, is this the world he resides in? If there were beasts like this, then how much stronger are the other more famed heroes and enemies of this land?

Then, up in the sky- bolts of fire were seen flying overhead. At first, Rhydian thought nothing of it. Not even a sheer second later, Rhydian wanted to scream.

The flames were headed in the direction of the people he had swore to secure safety.

He began shaking vigorously, making useless attempts to move. He had to save them, he had to. Someone had to- and nobody else would. Rhydian felt some feeling come back into his body. Whatever this dreaded effect was, it’d be over soon.

He just prayed the people of this town could wait that long.

 

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Leon [NPC]​

Silence overtook his cabin as the heroes went off to battle the goblins. He had only finished his tea moments ago, and upon setting down his cup, he found himself in the company of the ghastly orc of the group. Her jarring voice fit her depiction of unease, the mask she garnished enough to make the old bloke look the other way. It was not his place to hold judgment of those that he had summoned only moments before, but the color green had left a stale taste in his mouth these last few months. Positioning himself in an eloquent mannerism, Leon held his chin high, ready to answer her question.

"Yes, these four that you see on the battlefield are the outcome of our folly. Kazimar the Knight, Desislava the Highwayman, Heintz the Sorcerer, and Radomir the Strategist, the leader of the goblin party. We summoned them to enact vengeance on the neighboring goblin camp. We stole their gold and fashioned them into warriors of the highest caliber. The village didn't know it then, but using goblin heirlooms was the first mistake we made. Soon after, we found ourselves betrayed by our own creation, and after long nights of heated battle, we were pushed to a brink of total annihilation."

Leon's old hands fumbled around for another cup, trying to pour the tea with a fit of shakes. He was getting older, and as the war between his town and the monsters raged on, he too was going to end up in a grave of his own, be it from a well-placed knife or time itself. Once spilling some lukewarm tea onto the table, he leaned back, exasperated. "They kidnap the men of this village. Be it for weakening our numbers or slave labor, they use Kazimar's cry to incapacitate them. They plan to bolster their own walls while crumbling ours. Radomir, the strategist, has an uncanny wit to him. While he isn't much in terms of physical strength, his scheming mind makes up for any flaw the team possesses. If you can take care of him, the enemy is sure to weaken, fighting without a head."

Gazing outside his window, he watched as his land was burned to the ground. He was unable to do a thing. Relying on previous methods was foolhardy, and after summoning another batch of heroes, he caused even greater stakes. There was no other choice. It was his decision on how his home fell, and if it meant rushing the process of destruction for the hope of salvation, he had to take it. Cupping his hands, Leon let his gaze drift back over to Irenic. "You have little time. Your friends are nearly dead."

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Radomir [NPC]​

Radomir's hand clasped Heintz's shoulder, the goblin shaking his head. "Give position. No more." He flicked his wrist, Desislava raising his crossbow, a small sack at the end of its bolt. "Save Kaz. Make escape." Snapping his fingers, Desislava let off a shot, followed by another volley of arrows from his archers. As the projectiles flew over Kazimar's head and wedged their way into the ground, the sacks exploded into a smog of smoke, shrouding the terrain in a dark, murky cloud. The air was hard to breathe. They were smoke pellets, an easily crafted item that was highly favored by goblin kin. Creating an easy getaway, the goblins ensured their retreat back into the woods.

Elizabeth [NPC]​

It was too unbearable to watch. Quor was right to assume that summoning such low-class heroes wasn't going to end well for them. What choice did they have? Leon had made the call without giving notice to the rest of his tribe, and so they were forced to scrounge up the best they could in such harsh conditions. Now the hamlet was worse off from where it once was, and their demise was imminent. How was it possible to have a knock-off team be called heroes? How was it possible for them to thrive when their own namesake bickered with one another and attempted to take each other's lives in the heat of combat?

She couldn't take it anymore. Leaving Quor's encouraging touch, the maid stormed over to where Iain and Camila were, seeing the man struggle to push her off. With a swift shove of her boot, she sent the mindless vampire off of the man, kneeling beside him and placing her hands to his chest. "Stay still. I can't have you all dying on me already." A gentle luminescent glow radiated from her touch, grounding Iain's body to reality and easing his wounds. It was only a minor heal, but it was the best they were going to get, given the circumstances. "Do you think you can move? Don't bother fighting the goblins anymore. Ensure the safety of the party."

Li was going to continue on by biting off Camila's ear for her attempt at feasting on one of her companions, but that's when the cloud of arrows once again rained down on them. They weren't meant to hit anything, only serve as cover. Radomir must've assumed that Kazimar was at his breaking point, having forced his hand into using that deafening shriek. They didn't expect the village to summon another onslaught of heroes. As the smoke made its way over to her, she felt her lungs tense up. A fit of coughs, followed by a stinging of her eyes. Elizabeth covered her face, turning to where she expected Iain to be.

"Find the others and," she wheezed out another hack, "and bring them to Leon's home. We'll strategize from there." She stood up, keeping her face from becoming exposed to the gas. Soon enough, however, the diversion had cleared up naturally, and in its place was merely the fallen warriors, battered and bruised. The goblins had retreated, and with them, another handful of their villagers, too. Liz had no time to worry. Preparing to mend the wounds of the town's defenders, she knelt beside Rhydian, working on easing him out of his paralysis. "This is all terrible," she said under her breath, worry written all over her youthful countenance.

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Berlin A. Malkuth
’Failed To Fly’​

The plan was set in Berlin’s mind. Get everyone out and finish the big ass Goblin off with a blast. It was a good plan. But, It’s unfortunate that he would underestimate the fighters of this world.

The air vibrated with an ear-piercing roar, fresh from Kazimar’s mouth as a wave of paralysis washed over Berlin. The force of it all caused Berlin to fall in unison with Rhydian to the floor, leaving everything but his eyeballs frozen.
He tried to fight it. The instinctive craze of being restricted. Berlin hated it. Screaming within his own mind, “Free me!” A tiny hand pulled on his magic, but it let go as quickly as it held on, disappearing deep within.

Berlin opened his own eyes to see the rage within Rhydian’s, then to the sky. Flames rained from above. For the poor people of the town, it was the apocalypse. It was… Sad to watch. Innocent people’s lives were up to the wind. People he was apparently summoned to save.

Maybe if he could, he would save them. Berlin’s eyes fixated on Kazimar, he didn’t know why, but he really wanted to kill him for just that moment.
That time to fight would not be now, however. Arrows, yet again, descended from the sky. This time, separating Berlin and his fellow heroes from Kazimar as a thick smog cascaded over the area.

“Damn it.”

He wouldn’t have much time to do anything else except to take as deep a breath he could before the smoke reached. But to his surprise, the paralysis began to allow some leverage around his palms. Embers sparked though as he looked into the eyes of Elizabeth and hear her words, he found himself thinking about others. If the smog was flammable, any blast could set it off. “It’s not worth it.” He thought to himself, as he waited his turn for the paralysis to drain from his body.

 

[youngmanrhys]

Immediately upon his recovery, Rhydian sprung to his feet. His body felt heavy still, despite Elizabeth’s magic. Although, perhaps it was a heavy heart that weighed over him rather than a physical pain. His concerns didn’t fall to the immobile mage, or the companions that were behind him. No, his instinct was to run to the townspeople who had been the target of the magical attack. Yet, he paused himself- even for a slight moment.

Quor cares about this town, clearly, and so does that old man Leon. I should leave the casualties to them for the moment. The archer thought to himself.

A rage was burning inside him. His efforts that went into safeguarding the misfortunate people of this place more than likely went in vain. All because of that damned goblin knight and his comrades. Rhydian raised his arm, the shortbow materializing in his hands once more. He used his free hand to grab hold of an arrow, affixing it on the bowstring. His eyes glowed brilliantly, the Marksman ability once again activating. He felt the wind around him, the air waning about helped him generate his focus. He couldn’t see him, but he could feel him, in the horizon he could make out Kazimar running hurriedly towards the woods.

His eyes closed, as he reeled back the bowstring, simply letting his instinct guide arrow itself began to shake with anticipation. As Kazimar drew farther, Rhydian let loose finally.

The arrow whistled in the air, traversing itself through the thick smog and soon grazed past Kazimar’s cheek, startling the goblin knight as the blood ran down his face. Rhydian lowered his arm, simply staring straight forward directly from where he shot. In the distance, the roar of Kazimar could be heard. A bellow of depicting anger, an answer to his warning shot. Kazimar himself looked back at where the shot had come from. All the fleeing knight could see were two glowing eyes amidst the fog, that soon faded into the mist.

Regardless, the goblin knight had still escaped, but they did get a message delivered personally from Rhydian. The archer let his weapon dematerialize, as he began making his way towards the villagers without a word.

As Kazimar made his way through the woods, he couldn’t help but recognize what the arrow had meant.

I’m coming for you. You don’t know when, or how, or what I’ll do. But I’ll be there.

Trust me on that.

 

[calypso]

Do horses cry?

Upon asking that question of anyone, you may be met with a curious gaze, or a completely different one that suggests you might just be insane, and with merit too! Who in the right state of mind would ask if horses weep?

However, a particular young woman may consider your question, rolling it around on her tongue for a bit. She’d then give you a pointed look, before nodding her head to confirm that horses do indeed cry.

That woman, of course, would be Morrigan Piacentini, bonafide centaur and all around crier.

Morrigan​

It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one is tied up and alone in an old fortress that reeks of mildew and piss, while the many humans slaves that belonged to little green fuckers, known as goblins, work until their dying breath outside, that one may want to give up all hope but for one thing.

That when they eat your roasted corpse, they’ll make sure to use every part of you, even the human bits. It would be a shame for your body to go to waste like that.

Morrigan had already taken up this wise philosophy, given that her current circumstances perfectly matched the situation. What an odd coincidence. It’s almost like she made that fact up in her delirium...No matter! It’s not like anyone was going to miss her horse ass. With her team slaughtered in a matter of hours, she was the only one remaining. It’s truly difficult to determine why Morrigan was still alive, but it may be safe to assume they either really had a hankering for horse meat, or they were low on transportation.

Though, she was starting to doubt the second option, given that she was tied up. All four of her legs were bound together, along with her wrists. It was physically impossible for her to stand up, and she was far too weak after the fight to break the bonds. If she just a bit more energy, than maybe…Then again, it’s probably why they were hardly feeding her. It was almost ironic, if you thought about it! They wanted to possibly eat her, but her meat was slowly withering away. If you squinted, you could see her ribs poking out from her chest. Goodness knows how much longer it would take for her second set of ribs to show themselves. (You know, the ones in her lower half.)

Of course, you couldn’t even see the upper half of Morrigan. When she had been originally shoved into the grimy room, she had tripped face first into a pile of wet straw. This currently only left her lower portion-- Her horse portion, exposed. She had no energy to sit up or shift, so she had resigned herself to nearly snorting up a straw grain everytime she inhaled. It wasn’t a pretty sight. This meant Morrigan didn’t even lift her head up when the creaky door was yanked open, before something heavy was dropped right now next to her rump. The stupid green shits were constantly dropping supplies into the room, so Morrigan was in the right mind to assume it was just a bag of sand, or something along those lines. Goblins were weird.

 

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Iain​

A task, a particularly simple task. Bring them to Leon's, don't crack his wounds. Simple enough. Some of his mind was settling, the ache in his bones- by the Storm, how old was he? Iain paused, looking at his hands. He felt...older. Weathered, to say the least, as he would grip Berlin's arm, gently pulling them to their feet. "Onwards to your feet. We need to move." He gave the sorcerer said command in a firm tone, as he slowly made his way towards Rhydian. "Leon's hut. Just go. Chasing after them in our condition won't help. They're on the retreat, and in familiar territory, while we're not." His words were particularly calm as he spoke, his footing still steady. His body was in a decent condition, at the least, as the wound in his side had patched itself up with the healing process- yet none of the others had healed, not one bit. It was a particularly annoying process, as he seemed to limp slightly.

Yet to those who wished to take advantage of that, there was a spear held loosely in a grip. The head of it was amusingly enough of decent quality, as well as the shaft of solid wood- each hero's weapon was of rather good make, at the very least. Meanwhile, Berlin would dust off his hood upon rising, he would then listen until Iain would stop talking then ask, "We will chase after them, right?" splitting his attention between Rhydian and Iain, as the former would give a swift nod. While Iain moved away, Berlin swiftly pulled his hood over his head- a comfort needed in strange times.

That was one of the heroes down, now he had to catch up to the archer. Of course, after the small stunt he pulled regarding the goblin knight, it may not be the wisest decision. Nonetheless he broke into a light jog to catch up to him. By the time he had reached Rhydian, the man was already associating himself with the inhabitants of the small town. It was intriguing in a way, how he spoke to each and every group of people in an attempt to calm their nerves and check on their condition. Although, currently he couldn’t do much; the very fact one of them was making an effort was nice.

“Archer,” Iain called, which lead to Rhydian’s gaze shifting to him. “Leon’s hut, we’re discussing a plan to give chase to the attackers. Others that made it through the madness are already there- you're the last one except Camila.”

Before answering, Rhydian looked back to a woman and her children- to which the mother had nodded and that led to the chocolate man approaching Iain. “Right then,” he said, “lead the way.”

With such, Iain began to jog back towards the hut, his side aching slightly- to the point that he slowed down once he got close, intending to head for the door. His breathing was becoming heavier, a result of the wounds within his side- they were healed, yes, but that didn't numb the pain, nor how much blood was taken out of him at this point. He'd step to the side of the door, allowing the two others to pass first.

Berlin and Rhydian walked through the doorway, leading there to be a grand total of seven within the room, after Iain walked in behind them.

Quor. Elizabeth. Leon. Irenic. Berlin. Rhydian. Iain. Yet missing three more. Hatch, Camila, Lorenzo.

As such, this meeting could begin without the losses that were apart of it.

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Lorenzo Arusura Noscata ​

The shot goes wide and the goblins get away, little shits running with their tails tucked between their legs like the cowards they are and getting away while the vampire was reloading while yelling, "YEAH YOU COWARDS BETTER RUN! TRY COMING HERE AGAIN AND I'LL BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT YOU UNHOLY TROGLODYTE!" Taking in deep breaths, Lorenzo attempted to calm down and think logically and think smart, as he slowly took out his gun again and began to reload, cursing himself as he did so knowing he had wasted two bullets for no reason, making his wonton use of ammunition pointless.

That was when Lorenzo finally noticed the bolts of fire flying towards him, his eyes going wide as the flames blocked out the sun as they came down. Putting the bullet he had taken out in between his teeth and shutting the gun, Lorenzo yelled as he ran, flames crashing down on the town behind him as he ran, feeling the flames lick his boots as others began to run, many townspeople running ahead of him as Lorenzo silently cursed his tiny legs. It was as he was running however that he heard and umph sound from behind him and turned around to see a dwarven toddler with shoulder-length brown hair who had fallen behind and was now staring up at the sky in awe. With a yelp, Lorenzo ran back and roughly dragged the boy to his feet by his arm before picking up the hefty child in his arms and continuing to run, though he was getting significantly slower due to the child.

Ignoring the sounds of people behind him who hadn't been able to make it out and were being swallowed by the wall of flame, Lorenzo eventually broke through to safety along with many of the other villagers who were catching their breath. Lorenzo collapsed to the ground and removed the bullet from his teeth, taking in deep breaths as the metallic aftertaste of the bullet that had been in his mouth finally became noticeable. From this distance still, the vampire could feel the heat of the flames on his face, and it was all he could do to not acknowledge the cries of pain and terror from behind him-

Thwack!

Lorenzo felt his vision grow fuzzy and his eyes get filled with black spots as blood rushed down his nose, looking up to see something in a vaguely Dwarven shape holding a tree branch with a child hiding behind her dress.

"Hit it again momma! That's the one that was tryin' to carry me off and eat me with his friends!"

...wait that was the kid he'd saved a few seconds ago! What was this?!

"N-no whaz goin' on miss? Ah tried mah bezzt to hel-"

THWACK!!

Lorenzo felt a wet sensation on his forehead as the tree branch hit his head again, this lady wasn't stopping oh gods she wasn't stopping! Lorenzo's ears were ringing at this point and he couldn't hear much at all, his vision was barely anything and he couldn't speak words and still, he heard the cheers of the townspeople as the branch hit him again and again. Brought back to life and summoned and still, he was treated like dirt, born again to die in a ditch. HE DESERVED BETTER! IT WASN'T FAIR! HIS DEATH SHOULDN'T BE CHEERED! NOT AGAIN!


THACK!!

THWACK!!!

THACK!!!

Again and again. They were likely shouting slurs at this point, but Lorenzo couldn't see or hear. It was a pitiful death really, one unbefitting a hero...

Then the pain stopped, and there was flesh touching his.

He vaguely felt himself be pulled up to his feet and dragged somewhere as he heard bits and pieces of speech, "...stinky humans...not killing...of us...going to live..."

Then? Darkness. An all-consuming darkness as he felt himself thrown into something hard twice, but still couldn't move.

Was this death?

Why was the darkness so...comforting? It was like it reminded himself of something...nicer...

Pitch black skin.

Late night bathtime.

Storybooks.

Wonderful brunette hair with shocks of white sprawled out before him, a brush going in and out of it.

Laughter...his laughter...

Cold, things being stacked on top of him and the smell of a horse.

The wet sensation on his head was dry...

Lorenzo wasn't sure what parts of these thoughts and feelings were real and present and which wasn't, all he knew was that he was smiling wide for a reason that felt right, but still confusing and unknown...

 

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Leon [NPC]​

As the warriors filed in one after the other, Leon was able to see the anguish of defeat over the faces of those that had partaken in the battle. He had cut the conversation with the orc short, and as Elizabeth made her way to Quor's side, the sage stood up, his knees shaking as he did so. It was difficult, having to watch the citizens that relied on his command be slaughtered so easily and to have his peaceful and simple lifestyle be spat on as if it were merely a nuisance to their goblin assailants. Had he dealt with the situation differently, would the tune of this song be as solemn as it was now? No matter what he thought, the deed was done, and the sole responsibility now rested on his decrepit shoulders.

Gathered in a circle, silence permeated around the crew, their thoughts most likely wandering elsewhere. "I will be assisting the townspeople after this session and aid them to the best of my ability as the elder of this village," Leon said, cutting through the dead air. "We will hold a funeral for the lives that were lost today. I'll be in need of your help for that, Quor. Many graves are to be dug in the soil, and many more will be made as time goes on. It is a reality that we all must face, but that is not the main reason behind this meeting of ours. No, we stand here now in order to strike back. To make it so that these goblins will never again set foot on our secluded land."

Stroking his long white beard, he thoughtfully stood in one place, collecting his words carefully. "As I am sure you are aware of by now, your team is rather shoddy. The tools used to revive you and the abilities that you each possess are clearly inferior to those of a higher quality, such as your goblin counterparts. I guess I should start by apologizing for that. Bringing this up, however, brings us to a very relevant question. How is a group of ragtag heroes supposed to overcome their predecessors? As a typical citizen, I cannot tell you that. By merely saying that you must all look past your own values and work together in unison is impalpable.

"This strategy will be short and sweet. After having seen the display you all showed earlier, I am positive that the goblins are partying over their resounding success. If there ever was a time to strike, it would be now. Even with your team in shambles and a good portion of your party lost, you stand a better chance now than at any other time when it comes to defeating your enemies. Strike while their defenses are low and their expectations even lower. Elizabeth will be accompanying you all as not only a guide but as a novice healer. She will be your eyes and ears, for she knows the goblin campsite better than anyone else at our disposal."

He cupped his hands, nervously grazing his thumbs together. "Their fortress is heavily fortified. Striking their heart will be no easy task, and your wounds are still fresh. The odds are stacked against you in all possible categories. Even when I say this, I hope that these facts do not deter you. This is a test. Not only a test of your physical abilities but of your valor as a hero, too. Those of faint heart have no need to involve themselves in this mission. Nor do you have any true obligation to. Just realize that by ignoring the cry for help, you only weaken yourselves for the future. Realize that through every tribulation, there is an end, and that end will only lead you forward. Whether it is to another person in need of help or a betterment in yourself, your actions right now are an investment in who you will become."

Finally unlocking his hands, he allowed his next set of words to sink in. "You were blessed with a second chance for a reason. An unfulfilled desire to become greater than what you once were. This is your second-coming and the very start of your new story. Do not waste it with idle hands. If you have any decency, you will take up your arms and fight for what you believe to be true in your heart. And so, I end this pep talk with this: What legacy do you wish to leave? What do you want to be remembered for?" Leon gave a quick glance to Quor. "I know this isn't as much strategy as it is a cry for help, but given the circumstance, I believe you all to persevere and find a way to trample over your enemies, with or without a plan blatantly handed to you.

"Now then. Are there any questions?"

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Hatch​

His eyes fluttered rapidly as the gorgeous man slumped against the cold, rocky floor. Where was he now? Bounded by his hands alone, the pactborn shimmied his way into a seated position, staring at his shabby shackles. Did he. . . lose? It was undeniable, the memories of complete and total defeat flooding into his mind. How was it possible that he, a literal representation of unquestionable power, was so easily defeated? And by an oversized green glob of all things? It was impossible, and yet, here he was, stuck in some dank and questionable cell with what he presumed to be a dead horse and a green shit stain. Oh, wait. That wasn't a shit stain.

Hardly recognizing Lorenzo, Hatch kicked the drooling pea once in the shoulder, as to jolt him awake. "Oi, get up you shit licker," he said, kicking the poor midget again. What was he supposed to do now? Wait inside of this hellhole and see if maggots were willing to grow on him? Of course not. Feeling his rage bubble in the pit of his stomach, the black-haired brute felt his body tense. He had so much disdain and nowhere to put it. Channeling that unrivaled fury, he began to pull at the rope around his wrists; pulling, until, they had simply snapped, dropping to the floor. Rubbing the burn marks that took their place, Hatch once again kicked the little green gumball, this time in the ribcage. Hard.

"No time for sleep. We've gotta find a way outta here and get to somewhere with a lot of mead. I'm getting sick of waking up in all these places and not getting offered anything. Hey, you even listening to me?" Another kick. Hatch didn't really care if Lorenzo was awake or not by now. He only needed something to vent his anger on at this point, and the tiny gunslinger would have to do. "So, tell me, uh, Lorence. How are we supposed to break free? You're the same as those rabid things out there, yeah? Can't you, like, talk to them with some sort of native language or something?"

He paid no attention to the rotting carcass of a horse behind him. He assumed that was supposed to be their dinner, but considering that the only thing he ate was high-quality meals and women, he didn't want to run the risk of getting some sort of disease and becoming indistinguishable when compared to the goblins that were outside. "Ah, by the way, the name's Hatch, if you didn't know. Of course, you already knew that. Everyone knows who I am, and if they say they don't, then they're lying. Once you get me outta here, you won't need to worry about escaping. I'll have all those fuckers dead by then. So just stay behind me and we'll be done before you know it. Who knows, maybe I'll even mention you when people beg to hear the story of what had happened."

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[youngmanrhys]

For fuck’s sake.

Rhydian was utterly exhausted and still sluggish from his face off with Kazimar, the notorious Goblin Knight. He’d hope for a grace period to let his body fully recover, but of course nothing ever went his way, right?

The archer had a solemn look on his face, although he wasn’t directly injured, he took a direct shockwave from that damned demon- er, goblin. In all honesty, he was lucky to even still be standing right now. As far as Rhydian knew, the only one to repel off the invasion alongside him was the ivory haired mage, Berlin. Even then, Rhydian was the only one who managed to secure most of the villagers to safety. Of course, he was only human, saving everyone was impossible and he knew that- yet why did he have such a heavy heart for those that did perish?

He needed to become stronger, faster, and much more efficient. Although, as far as he could recall and.. feel, he was at a time, a warrior of great strength and resolve. Since he had been summoned to this time, he felt his strength greatly diminished. Why was that? Even when the archer had pushed himself to his absolute limit, it didn’t even come close to the potential he once had. The fact he couldn’t explain why made him rather irritated as well, how fucking bothersome.

“I hear you, old man, but rushing in without some sort of plan is suicide. Even you should understand that.” He spoke, a tone of tranquility that would almost seem to ease the people present.

“From what we can gather, their base of operations lies deep within the forest. Granted, we all need to push in, but one or two of us should go ahead and scout the area. If we don’t have a direct way of attacking, we’ll be beaten before we can make a dent in their numbers.” Rhydian began, “And so, I’ll personally scout ahead and report back to the rest of you quickly. I’m quiet, and rather more experienced moving through woodlands I would imagine more than the rest of you.

Furthermore, our priority needs to be Kazimar, and eliminating that threat as well as potentially seeking for any allies that may have been abducted by the raunchy little fuckers. You, the female Orc. I expect that job to sneak around and release others to our aid will be on you. As far as the spearman and mage go, it’ll likely be on you to defeat the Goblin Knight- at the very least distract him.”

Rhydian raised a hand to rub against his chin for a brief moment, his mind continuing to run.

“I’ll converse with the beauty to provide you support and keep the rest of you mended. It seems she possesses similar abilities Elizabeth here has.” Rhydian shifted his body to the door, starting to walk. “Before you ask, ‘What will you be doing during the attack?’ I plan on defeating their strategist personally. Like a snake, you cut off a head and the rest of it falls behind in shambles. It won’t be easy, but I’m the most efficient one here for that job. I don’t expect all of you to listen to me- but know this. Whether you like it or not, whether you like each other or not, we are reliant on one another at the time being to discover ourselves and eventually become independent. It would be wise of all of you to begin working together now, so we aren’t completely fucked as you saw earlier. Tread carefully, and meet me outside when you understand our situation.”

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With that, the archer walked out the door. He noticed some of the villagers gathered outside the hut, to which he gave a small wave, but directed his attention to the alluring beauty, Camila. It was a long shot, but he could tell of her distinct descent and rather animal-like behavior that she was a vampire.

When he approached the beauty, he called to her with a commanding tone, yet, his words full of kindness. An odd mix, one might think.

“You are Camila, correct? I overheard from the spearman earlier. If you don’t know me, name’s Rhydian. For the time being I suppose we’re allies.” He sighed, “I understand your reluctant affiliation with this group, as well as your.. hunger. You are a vampire, correct? If so, I have a proposition.”

Rhydian pulled his tunic down ever so slightly, revealing his neck, that had an alluring cocoa color. “Aid us, beauty, we cannot defeat the goblins- nay, we cannot survive in this world without your aid. I ask you to help us, and in return I’ll offer you some of my blood as payment. Though, not all, you wouldn’t want to drain your food supply entirely, right?” The archer grinned.

“It’s rather barbaric, but I’d rather see you at my side and healthy compared to starving and decaying off elsewhere. What say you, my lady?”

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Quor [NPC]​

Quor was...upset, to say the least. His molten gaze washed over those here, from the pale human to the shadowed orc. His thoughts were evident, and he would scowl- faintly, but still there. "...I'll be frank with you all. Normally, you aren't considered a member of the guild. However...you all are now under exam. Consider this...slaughter of these goblins to be your entrance fee and your test. Disappoint, and you'll be dead by Goblins. If you all survive, then you shall be registered as your own party. Otherwise...I figure I'll be getting a few new apprentices to assist me."

Passive Ability Revealed: Field of View

The massive being shook his head, eyes closing. Yet none of his senses dissipated, a perk of his Strategist subclass. Such a 'Field' was useful, but not truly at the moment. "So. If you wish to do something....I'd suggest getting it done. And I do pity those who try to fight that Strategist. He won't give you a fair chance any day of the week, and you'll want to kill Kazimar- that Goblin Knight- as soon as you can. I would say that some of you are more uniquely suited to it. But alas, if you wish to follow that Archer's views...then go ahead." With such, Quor remained particularly quiet afterwards- giving a small nod to the Elder.

His lumbering figure made its way out of the room, intending to go dig graves- such was something he could do for now.

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Berlin A. Malkuth
’The Flock’​

Begrudgingly, Berlin allowed himself to enter a crowded room to which he stood leaning close to the front door. “Why’d I let myself come in here?” The stupid dread was back, and it brought along a tinge of annoyance. “I let my fighting spirit carry me too far.” He thought to himself, but as he genuinely looked around the room, he felt the dread lessen. Whether he liked it or not, he had enough in common with these people that he’d at least be attached to them for now. But, “Who are these people?” He hadn’t gathered nor remembered any of their names, except maybe the name, “Camila,” which he had vaguely heard lain mention. Ah, the boundless thoughts that couldn’t be contained by the infinite plane that is his mind.

And finally, some time to breath.

With one ear to the old man’s monologue, Berlin started. “My chest pain has elevated as well as the itch at the back of my neck has nearly vanished. It’d appear most of the effects of being summoned fade away rather quickly with the exception of… Memory amongst one other thing. Strength.”

Berlin investigated his calloused palms, his fingers, and much of his arm. It was faint, but, Berlin could sense only the sand grain sized feelings that poked through the darkness. “What was that out there? What was that pull? ” He asked himself, “To hell with that, why were my attacks not killing? Do I even have an ounce of my power… I doubt I even have that much. Who am I?”

Whoever he was, Berlin was sure he would be terrifying.

Either the way, Berlin would have to give some attention to people with him, after all, this would be his flock.
“Quor… Big guy… Elizabeth, cute human woman… Other people who were summoned with me, though no little green guy and no drunkard. And a gorgeous vampire lady who stayed outside…” He thought as he listened to Leon, though, his thoughts of his fellow summonees soon fell behind thoughts of himself.

As the old man finished, Berlin found himself afflicted with the question, “Why am I here?” But, he already walked that road of thought. Then, almost with a fulfilled expectation, Rhydian was the first and loudest one to speak. Similar to the battlefield, the archer began to issue thoughts and strategies out as if everyone was supposed to just follow behind him. Though, there was something to agree with. He wanted Berlin to kill that damned goblin. And despite, the taste of bitterness that washed over Berlin when the word “kill” was mention with him doing the act, he could very well find joy in killing such an ass. An ass who helped kill a bunch of people, to which guilt poked Berlin, but he wouldn’t think about it for now as the Archer stood in the doorway.

“Work together? The archer, arrogant and prideful, though he dashes it with requiring others as if it’s to make him seem humble. A self-proclaimed hero. Interesting.”

The moment Rhydian left the building, Quor took his place in talking except, Quor’s voice actually churned something into Berlin. The promise of being able to join a guild, Quor’s guild, was relaxing. Maybe, he needth to just to be patient, and time would reveal its answers. Ignoring the rest of the party, Berlin followed behind Quor.

“Quor,” Berlin’s voice bordered raspy as Quor barely turned his head in response to which Berlin continued. “When this day is over, and I’m apart of whatever this is, I need to chat with you.” Quor stood for just another moment before nodding and continuing on his way.

Now, with some thinking out of the way, maybe it was time to get started with this “plan.”
Berlin turned to search for Rhydian, but it didn’t take long for Berlin to know he was already in earshot of Rhydian as he spoke the vampire.

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As innocent screams continued to waft through the air, Camila felt her prey struggle in an attempt to fend her off. With the man in such a weak state, the victor of this battle should have been definite. However, Camila found herself kicked off to the side like garbage. Breaking out of the haze of hunger, she shot an angry glare at the woman who dared to treat her as vermin. That BITCH. The villager would have received a lashing of derisive insults had the space around them not erupted in a deceptive smoke. Coughing raggedly, the vampiric woman abandoned her lunch and made off towards the back of the elder's hut, covering her face with her draping cloak.

After the commotion subsided, Camila allowed the loose fabric to fall, inhaling the now clean air. She could not care less about the corpses and debris littering the village. With everyone in a bit of disarray, she thought she might be able to snag one of them for a meal. Preferably someone who witnessed the slaughter of a loved one. Humans plagued with shock and depression tended to lose touch with sanity. If she could take advantage of that feeling for a brief moment- “You are Camila, correct?" Turning to meet the eyes of a familiar man, Camila released an impatient sigh. It was Rhydian, one of the humans of their supposed group of heroes. Speak wisely, human. My patience is drying up. Or rather, she was drying up. The sun's rays were becoming far more than a nuisance. Her hooded cloak only served to protect so much.

Though not a syllable left her lips, her irritation was apparent by her closed body language and wavering gaze. As Rhydian made his proposal, Camila felt herself loosen up. Whether or not the man was trying to play into her favor, or was a genuine gentleman, she couldn't be sure. It was difficult to know if a stranger could be trusted. It was easier to assume everyone was feigning sincerity, wasn't it? Sincere or not, it was an offer Camila couldn't bring herself to refuse. The vampiric vixen stepped closer to the man. "Hohoho~ How bold of you. You might be true hero material, after all." Pressing her body against Rhydian, Camila drew a finger along his soft skin. Her nail ever so gently tickling the surface.

This was how it should be. People should be offering her their blood. Another man entered Camila's vision, sparking her interest. The sunlight trickled down his silver locks in an illuminating manner. Although there was a lingering aroma of soot and rotting flesh in the air (yum), Camila was talented enough to distinguish Rhydian's scent among the man's attire. Hmm...is he some sort of sidekick to this man? Or a lover? Keeping a firm grip on Rhydian's arm, Camila peered a little more obviously at the man. "Fire boy, care to join?" Her voice dipped into a sultry, teasing tone. How could you have dinner without dessert?

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Iain​

It had been a long day. His body was starting to crumble slightly, his mind aching. Something gone. It was gone. Gonegonegonegone- A calming wave slowly soothed his mind, allowing him to feel more comfortable, to say the least. His gray eyes flicked about the area, the small room. Quor was going outside, Leon was still there. Irenic- the Orc- was also there, as she stayed quiet for the majority of the time during the speech. Yet Rhydian claimed his position of what to do- and there was naught but foolishness in such a comment. Their allies had been captured, and he wanted to split the party in a fashion that would allow them to not cover each other in a more smooth fashion? An arrow would be best to dispatch Kazimar, in Iain's mind. That paralysis effect in his body, it wasn't severe thankfully, but it inflicted paralysis upon melee impacts. Kazimar was bound to be the biggest out of the group- therefore surrounded by underlings. If there was-

Iain shook his head. Too much planning for the moment, he needed to regroup with the others. His spear clenched tightly in his hand, he would drift outside with confidence. Even wounded, a shallower wound that didn't have the ability to kill- only hinder- he would march outside to feel the sunlight upon his skin.

It was midday. The sun shone gently through wispy clouds, work beginning. Smoke, the wounded, all stood about, waiting for instruction or to fight off another invasion. Yet, Iain could envision it- the next one would be the last. The village was too torn apart, too damaged, to scavenge anything but material from it. By the Gods, he couldn't just stand idly- there would be naught but death if he went ahead too fast. His blade held downwards, he approached the trio of other Heroes to talk to one in particular.

"Mage." His voice was stern, filled with experience and age. "Follow me for a second. We need to chat. Nothing bad, mind you- we simply need to have a strategy session, if someone else wishes to fight in a disadvantage." If Berlin followed Iain, he would get a quick rundown of such in hushed whispers.

"Berlin, I'll be quick and honest here. We don't have a big chance, fighting him on our own. That archer, wants to fight someone who most likely has a more tactical mind than allowing someone to get to him easily. Alarms will be raised, Kazimar will come after him in a rampage. We don't want that. So we'll have to do a more brutal method. We'll need to be as cold and calculated as possible...because I don't think you or I can afford to be 'Heroic' and charge straight in, fight the knight, and survive without the other smaller goblins getting to us."

Iain scowled, his features twisting. "So. Do you have any ideas you'd like to give to us? If not...I'd suggest charging those catalysts. We'll need them, if that last fight was anything to go off of."

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Rhydian Garefs​

A greedy one, aren’t you?

As the beauty pressed herself against him, his face seemed to flush a red tint. Rhydian then extended a hand to grip her waist, his other palm gripping the finger tracing his skin. “Mind you, pale beauty, I only offer you my blood provided you assist me in this world. If you’ll allow me to be blunt, I’d say the two of us need each other; why not help one another out?” He spoke smoothly, and unnaturally calm for one face to face with a bloodsucker.

Of course, Rhydian definitely took notice of the beading sun starting to wear away at her body. He pulled her closer towards the shade of the hut. “I hope this’ll suffice for now, in terms of the heat.”

However the archer was not completely oblivious to the mage, one who seemed to blindly follow his commands over the group. Albeit, he didn’t mind, yet the ancient warrior was skeptical of his intentions. Just what exactly were his intentions?

His abilities were one to be feared, one who seemed to spark an explosion with mere flicks of a finger. A great power, greater than any of the warriors he’s encountered up till now. To top it off, he was fast. Hell, the sorcerer was able to keep up with him. In the back of his mind, Rhydian was sure no man had ever been capable of that.

Then again, the last time Rhydian was alive the idea goblins and orcs were merely tales meant to scare off men and frighten bad little children. The very concept of these monsters being real... and scarily alike the personalities of humans was just...

Now Rhydian was working alongside some of those very beings. He was gathering more questions than answers, pitiful.

His rather unnerving gaze fell upon Berlin. “I assume you’re going forth with my strategy, then? It’s a long shot, but it may be our best shot. I pray you understand that.”

His silver hair was ever unwavering, with a rather crude look upon his face. Rhydian couldn’t quite read what he was thinking. As if a wash of mystery shrouded everything about him. The archer kept himself wary of Berlin’s palms, noticing small sparks of energy between his fingers.

For now, they seemed to be aligned with the same interests, as for the others, he wasn’t sure.

One thing was for certain. The minute Berlin, nay, any of these “heroes” proved to be a threat to him or the innocents around them.

He wouldn’t hesitate to put down any of these heroes foolish enough to go against him.

Despite being quite in the open, Berlin listened in without a worry. After all, what’s the worst that could happen? As it would turn out, it was rather beneficial. Berlin had now learned that the Archer’s name was in fact Rhydian, and confirmation Camila was, well, Camila. Then, they continued to speak.
Berlin observed as he usually did so well, taking in their movements of both their body language and voice. “Offering himself to the vamp for some help, the man’s spoilt and knows somewhat how to get what he wants. And this woman, she acts too accustomed to getting her way.” He thought, slowly finding disinterest as the lustful and exaggerated self worth of Camila found herself acting implicitly seductive. “I think I’m done here.”
Perhaps, his mental fidgeting was apparent, since Camila called out to him. Odd to Berlin himself, people don’t usually call for him, and since it was Camila, he found himself a tad bit flustered. However, Rhydian followed up her words with words of his strategy.
Berlin took a few steps forward, to close the awkward talking gap, and replied, “ We might as well move forward with some idea of action, however, do realize that without rightful knowledge of what’s there, your plan is rather naive. We’ll have to play it by ear.”
Feeling Camila’s avidity so close, the allure brought to respond to her as well, “It’s not fire boy, it’s Berlin. Remember it.”

Berlin’s comment lead Rhydian to laugh in response. “I admire your energy, comrade. Yet I agree with you about this plan. It is very naive. We’re weak, Sorcerer. Not even an ounce of my true strength, and I assume yours is prominent in this time.” Rhydian’s face turned rather callous, his expression more than likely a shock to the young mage. “There’s people in there, men, women, and children. Those who’ve been taken against their will and forced to work as slaves. The knight is the only one who stands vehemently in my way.” The archer kept Camila within a firm grip, but shifted his body towards Berlin in a more addressing sense.

“I plan on saving as many people as possible. With or without your aid. Either way, I’ll be swarmed with the rest of the enemies at their base. Foolish it may be... it should be enough to keep the smaller beings off you to deal with the beast and save the villagers.

“I’m willing to lay my life down for these innocents caught in squabbles between more powerful beings that they cannot hope to compete with. It is not what they deserve, and I’ll gladly taken on a thousand knights of that goblin’s caliber if it ensures their safety.” His voice rang with a reassuring resolve, a sense of pride in his words. “When we get there, I plan on personally scouting out the area out to avoid casualties. Our chances are already slim as it is, Berlin- that is your name, correct? Naive as I may be, we don’t have much time either.”

Rhydian gave a light-hearted laugh, “Though, you’re right, wizard, we’ll have to play this by ear. Alas, accept my own wisdom in terms of attempting to abuse our position as well as we can. It’s not foolproof but... it’s enough to give us a desire to keep going. Let this foolish vigilant present such a desire upon us, a desire to win. Let my words ring true into your ears, and let us win the day, yeah?”

Berlin remained silent for a moment. Rhydian’s should be inspirational words ringing in his mind. “Hard will or is he faking it?” Berlin asked himself. Somehow in the past, Berlin must have watched a lot people to have some personhood instinct like this. But eventually, words would pierce through his lips in the same stoned manner as before, “I guess we’ll have to see. We can talk more about this once everything gets in motion, since clearly you’re a bit busy. I’ll leave you two to it.”

The moment Berlin’s words finished, his title rung from the mouth of a familiar person. Iain had called out to him, ready to whisk him away. Berlin spared one last look at Camila, peering deep into her eyes, then he left.

Rhydian frowned, watching the mage leave. As Berlin was beckoned to Iain’s call, the archer said one last thing after him.

“Tread carefully, mage. Do not let the events around us sully your spirit.”

Rhydian refocused on the beauty in his arms. She was rather alluring herself, but he was careful not to let himself become too entranced with the maiden. He kept a hand on her dainty finger, the grip on her waist lessening. “Help me, Camila. I mean it when I say we need you.”

The look in his eyes was endearing, it was no surprise that his words were his true feelings- not to instill false hope or satisfy selfish desires.

He hoped that it’d be enough.

For everyone.


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Berlin A. Malkuth​

‘The Flight Plan’​

As Berlin went along with Iain, he heard the soft words of Rhydian thrown at him. But Berlin found stark which was perhaps, misplaced. Instead of judging, Berlin found more interest in letting the words vanish with time.

Out into the street, Berlin allowed Iain’s hushness come over him, as he listened.
Iain seemed to follow in a similar direction Berlin thought as well, though he asked for some ideas in the attack. Berlin took a moment to indulge in planning as he looked out amongst the damaged town for a soft background for his mental blackboard.

Watching the burnt and razed town, Berlin was dedicated to finding a new sound the others have yet to hear, then, something.

“As far as I’m aware, we’re not completely sure of their numbers, which means we should strategize accordingly once we have an idea… But even so,”

Berlin refocused himself onto Iain who stood slightly lower than him. Continuing, he said, “We could draw them out of the camp. Assuming we can find a path that they traverse commonly, we could strike fires and perhaps force them into a panic. Then, we’d have two options; Ambush the minions as they rush out to control the situation or invade the camp as the numbers dwindle and as they act in a disorganized manner. How about that?” He finished.

As Berlin awaited an answer, he acknowledged Iain’s demeanor. The man seemed weathered as if he’s fought for years upon years. If there was a man Berlin could be sure had something useful to say among the team, it’d be him. For more reasons than one, Berlin felt a sort of warming respect for the man.

Then it hit him, the man had mentioned catalysts, gifts Quor had delivered. Berlin quickly ran his fingers through his bag, which he had placed inside of his cloak for safety, feeling the colorful crystals within. And it occurred, he hadn’t remembered much from the past, and there was no instinct to guide him here.

“How do I do that? How do I charge these crystals?” He asked, then finished with a slight explanation, “Though I do not remember why I feel like I’ve never had to use catalysts.”

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