Fantasy The Fantasy Wars: United (Actual RP)

[WakingDawn96]

The Fantasy Wars: United

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The world is still in medieval times, the times are still in the present, this is how the order of this world works. This world is in an alternate dimension from our own, and so it has many different laws and rules than what we know. Still, the world has remained in a state of normality for quite some time. But now, a new discovery might lead to a new war. Prepare for the Uniting!

(To start out, everyone will be introducing their characters by showing what they are like in their every day lives. I will then have people to guide you to the princess’s kingdom. And as for the Dark Knight, please have your character just be on the journey to the kingdom. ?) (I will post again later)

 

[Shog]

Brakon was not being paid enough to deal with this. The job sounded simple enough: retrieve the stolen sword from the bandits. What his employer failed to mention was that this particular group of bandits had a knack for taming trolls. Mountain trolls. His initial plan was to sneak around back, scaling the mountain to drop in from behind. He didn't make it very far before a troll caught his scent and soon the entire camp was on high alert. Now it was only a matter of time before he was spotted.

"So much for subtlety," Brakon muttered under his breath. He leaped off the mountain side and released his aura, fully forming in dragon shape. He used his new wings to glide towards the shack that he presumed stored their loot. He also let loose a torrent of flames, catching several structures on fire. This should keep them disorganized and limit the number of opponents he'd face at a time. The doors of his target shack opened and he immediately dive bombed the opening, summoning the blades onto his gauntlets. He slammed into a bandit with enough force to send him flying into the back wall.

Inside he reduced his aura somewhat and face two more opponents, one with a sword and another with a spear. He quickly rushed the spearman, parrying his first thrust to get in close and stab him in the jugular. Not stopping for even a moment, he picked up and threw the dying spearman at his second opponent, who was almost in range to attack. He didn't have a chance to stand up before Brakon kicked him in the head. He then practically tore the building apart looking for the sword. Sure it was enchanted, but his employer only wanted it for sentimental reasons. Something about being in their family for generations.

That's when he saw it. Not on a shelf or in a chest, but in the hands of a bandit. This man was simply massive and striding towards Brakon with such confidence that he could only be their leader. He could actually pose a threat, but that only made Brakon grin. He couldn't see his opponent's face through his helmet, but his demeanor indicated he was looking forward to this fight. Brakon brought out some more aura; enough to sharpen the image of a dragon around him, but not enough to form a tail or wings. He shot out a quick jet of fire and dashed towards his opponent. Much to his surprise, he used the sword to scatter the flames heading his way and slashed at Brakon. He quickly brought one gauntlet up to parry the attack and threw a punch at his gut. His attack was blocked, leading to a quick series of attacks, blocks, and counterattacks. Neither landed a blow until Brakon unleashed some of his strength, forcing his opponent off balance long enough to get several good hits in. He reached down and pulled his opponent's helmet off and stabbed him through the neck. No use keeping a bandit leader alive. He picked up his sword and looked around. The remaining bandits were either running away or laying down their weapons in surrender.

A day later he returned to his employer to return the sword and get paid. Satisfied, he headed to the local Inn. He quickly learned that Inns and taverns were some of the best places to find work, with the added benefit of serving good booze.

 

[WakingDawn96]

Suddenly, a black puff of smoke hit where Nixene was. Stepping out of the smoke, a strange man wearing a long black cloak, that also covered his face appeared looking at Nixene. “Bravo, princess. Well done in deed. Killing all those innocent people. You really are something else.” The man said with a dark laugh. He had been watching the entire thing, and he was very impressed by her work. This was someone he felt that could prove most useful to him. He looked at Nixene as he awaited a response from her.

At the inn where Brakon was headed, a knight, wearing a helmet, was awaiting his arrival. This knight had been ordered to bring Brakon to their kingdom for their princess was requesting his assistance. The princess was very smart and wise on who should join and who shouldn’t, and she was able to predict where every one of her candidates were located through the use of her special globe. The globe could tell her anything about the world and the people who lived in it. So the knight waited for Brakon to arrive, before requesting for him to join.

 

[WakingDawn96]

BillyGGruff

The robed figure laughed at Nixene’s words. “Oh come now, killing children is quite cruel. Surely young children don’t know any better.” The robe figure said as he paced the floor. He then casted a spell and made a clear box shape appear behind him. He sat down on it and looked at Nixene. “Which makes you a perfect ally to me. You don’t care who you kill as long as you get the job done. I need someone like that in my group.” The figure said. He then waved his hand, and a huge orb appeared in the center of the area. The orb was actually a floating globe map of the world however, and the figure looked at it clearly thinking something.

“You see princess, this world, we have plans for it, big plans. However, the protector of the world has caught on to us, and is now planning on stopping us by forming a special group of people.” The figure said as he zoomed in on the location of where the princess was. He looked at Nixene and held his hand towards the globe. “I’ve been ordered to do the opposite, and stop the princess from interfering with our plans. That’s where you come in.” The figure said as he then stood up. “Let’s make a deal. If you join us and pull off all the missions we have for you, I will grant you one request. This request can be for almost anything you desire.” The figure said as he then reached one hand out. “So princess, what do you say?” The figure asked, awaiting for her response.

 

[Shog]

Brakon wasn't even able to order something to drink before a knight of some sort tried stopped him. Probably there to offer him a job, but that could wait just a little longer.

“Give me a minute,” he said, moving passed the knight and making his way to the bar and leaning against it. “A pint of ale, sir.”

Now with a drink in hand, Brakon headed back to the knight and took a swig. “So, I presume you have a job for me? Bandits giving you trouble? Goblins, perhaps?”

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[The Fluffiest Floof]

"Quite the successful day, i would say.", Théomer spoke to his friend Mavalla. Mavalla was the tactician and his right hand when leading the rebellion. Besides that, she was a long time friend of the young leader. "Indeed. We captured a wagon full with the kings taxes and a weapon delivery as well. Both will hurt the king deeply and help us quite the lot.", Mavalla replied. "We didn´t lose anyone as well, which is a victory of its own." Théomer hated it when they lost even one man. He knew, war had its cost and lives were often on the bill to be paid, but he still hated it. If he could, he would just do it all by himself.

The ride to the hideout of the rebellion took about an hour. The front guards let the fighters and the two wagons they had with them through, nodding their head respectfully at their leaders. The inside of the cavewere huge and it was far more than just stone. This hideout had been setup and worked on over years. It was pretty clsoe to an actual castle by now, speaking of the interior only. The entrance was heavily guarded, however, they were not hostile by nature. If you had the sign of the king, you were an enemy, obviously. Everyone else they would ask about what their buisness is first and if they seemed alright, one of the resistances leaders would be informed about their arrival and take the decision if they were to be let in or send away.

Storing the loot or caring for the horses was done by other people than Théomer or Mavalla. The two made their way to the leaders room. It was not a throne room, but more of a briefing room. It had enough chairs to fit all the high rank commanders and the two leaders, as well as a map of the kingdom and data collected by spies. It was where plans were made. Conencted to it was the bedrooms of Mavalla and Théomer. Reaching it, Théomer plopped into his seat. "The weapon deliveres put up quite the fight.", he said and sighed. Mavalla nodded. "How are your wounds?", she replied and seemed worried. "All healed up, just a few scars.", the rebell leader commented. "Speaking of scars. Will you tell me today?", Mavalla inquired with a smirk. Théomer laughed. "Another day, another time.", he replied. "You always say that, come on. Tell me where that scar on your face is from. Your scars usually stay about a week. But that one, that one you have ever since we know each other. And heaven knows how long before." Mavalla seemed set not to let loose this time. "Its not a story for today.", Théomer said and seemed to be done with the topic, now in somewhat of a grumpy mood.

 

[WakingDawn96]

"Quite the successful day, i would say.", Théomer spoke to his friend Mavalla. Mavalla was the tactician and his right hand when leading the rebellion. Besides that, she was a long time friend of the young leader. "Indeed. We captured a wagon full with the kings taxes and a weapon delivery as well. Both will hurt the king deeply and help us quite the lot.", Mavalla replied. "We didn´t lose anyone as well, which is a victory of its own." Théomer hated it when they lost even one man. He knew, war had its cost and lives were often on the bill to be paid, but he still hated it. If he could, he would just do it all by himself.

The ride to the hideout of the rebellion took about an hour. The front guards let the fighters and the two wagons they had with them through, nodding their head respectfully at their leaders. The inside of the cavewere huge and it was far more than just stone. This hideout had been setup and worked on over years. It was pretty clsoe to an actual castle by now, speaking of the interior only. The entrance was heavily guarded, however, they were not hostile by nature. If you had the sign of the king, you were an enemy, obviously. Everyone else they would ask about what their buisness is first and if they seemed alright, one of the resistances leaders would be informed about their arrival and take the decision if they were to be let in or send away.

Storing the loot or caring for the horses was done by other people than Théomer or Mavalla. The two made their way to the leaders room. It was not a throne room, but more of a briefing room. It had enough chairs to fit all the high rank commanders and the two leaders, as well as a map of the kingdom and data collected by spies. It was where plans were made. Conencted to it was the bedrooms of Mavalla and Théomer. Reaching it, Théomer plopped into his seat. "The weapon deliveres put up quite the fight.", he said and sighed. Mavalla nodded. "How are your wounds?", she replied and seemed worried. "All healed up, just a few scars.", the rebell leader commented. "Speaking of scars. Will you tell me today?", Mavalla inquired with a smirk. Théomer laughed. "Another day, another time.", he replied. "You always say that, come on. Tell me where that scar on your face is from. Your scars usually stay about a week. But that one, that one you have ever since we know each other. And heaven knows how long before." Mavalla seemed set not to let loose this time. "Its not a story for today.", Théomer said and seemed to be done with the topic, now in somewhat of a grumpy mood.

Suddenly, a visitor appeared through the entrance to the room that Théomer was in. This visitor was guided by one of the guards from the entrance. The visitor looked at Théomer and smiled and gave a courtesy bow. “I take it that you are Théomer, the Invincible, correct?” The visitor asked as they looked at Théomer. He seemed to look the part and his hideout definitely was more than enough to convince the visitor that Théomer was worthy. “I hope you don’t mind the sudden appearance. I just finally got here and needed to speak to you right away. My name is Amber, by the way.” Amber said revealing that it was indeed her, but she was in her non royal appearance. Of all people, Amber wanted to speak to Théomer directly, for she was very interested in his leadership skills.

Brakon wasn't even able to order something to drink before a knight of some sort tried stopped him. Probably there to offer him a job, but that could wait just a little longer.

“Give me a minute,” he said, moving passed the knight and making his way to the bar and leaning against it. “A pint of ale, sir.”

Now with a drink in hand, Brakon headed back to the knight and took a swig. “So, I presume you have a job for me? Bandits giving you trouble? Goblins, perhaps?”

WakingDawn96

The knight looked at Brakon and nodded. “No, no goblins. I’ve been ordered by Princess Veronica Lux to ask you to meet her at her castle in the Orifier kingdom.” The knight said looking at Brakon. The knight handed him a scroll with a summonance on it from the princess. “I’m supposed to escort you there. There, everything will be explained.” The knight told Brakon. The princess wanted to be very secretive in her plans until everyone was at her castle. So little was to be told to anyone before then.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Suddenly, a visitor appeared through the entrance to the room that Théomer was in. This visitor was guided by one of the guards from the entrance. The visitor looked at Théomer and smiled and gave a courtesy bow. “I take it that you are Théomer, the Invincible, correct?” The visitor asked as they looked at Théomer. He seemed to look the part and his hideout definitely was more than enough to convince the visitor that Théomer was worthy. “I hope you don’t mind the sudden appearance. I just finally got here and needed to speak to you right away. My name is Amber, by the way.” Amber said revealing that it was indeed her, but she was in her non royal appearance. Of all people, Amber wanted to speak to Théomer directly, for she was very interested in his leadership skills.




The figure laughed off Nixene. He usually didn’t deal with people like her, and so she was something admirable to him. “Well...by the way you have everything, you kind of have nothing as well. Nothing that can give you joy and excitement. What about that? That can be part of the request.” The figure asked as he awaited a new response. He could tell that she was getting bored with life, which if that’s all she required to be fixed, then that shouldn’t be too hard for him. “Hey, tell me, have you ever heard of the true master of the universe?” The figure asked her for some reason.



The knight looked at Brakon and nodded. “No, no goblins. I’ve been ordered by Princess Veronica Lux to ask you to meet her at her castle in the Orifier kingdom.” The knight said looking at Brakon. The knight handed him a scroll with a summonance on it from the princess. “I’m supposed to escort you there. There, everything will be explained.” The knight told Brakon. The princess wanted to be very secretive in her plans until everyone was at her castle. So little was to be told to anyone before then.

Théomer and Mavalla both arose, when somebody entered, tense, Mavalla having a hand in the folds of her cloak, where surely a dagger was hidden. THéomer was not that subtle, his hand openly on the hilt of Fall. A guard followed the visitor, which made them ease up, since they recognized the face. Théomer sat back down. "Thank you Iomér, you can resume to your post.", he said to the guard who nodded and left the room. Then, the rebell looked at Amber. "Yes, that´s what i am oftenly referred to as.", he replied. "What buisness do you bring that can be so urgent as to convince my men to act against orders?", he asked with a risen eyebrow. Mavalla seemed far lest trusting with the stranger. "And who are you, at all? Amber, thats a name, but that´s not what tells us who you are. You cannot show up in our territory like that and assume we will not ask questions.", the woman hissed. Théomer however raised his hand, effectively silencing his friend. "Let her speak, Mavalla. If she was seeking to harm us, she could´ve already. ", he said and waved for Amber to speak. "Please excuse my friend. She is very careful."

 

[StorytellerLathos]

Zack was at the back end of his cell playing around with a bit of his magic creating small balls of fire to light up the dark cell, the guards passing by gave little attention knowing that if Zack did try anything they wouldn’t be the only ones in agony. The cackles of madmen and cursing of criminals echoed throughout most of the jail, these distant sounds had slowly eaten at him. He was barely holding on to a thread before he got lucky and convinced the guards that he could be sent to help in some kind of adventure.

Zack had realized he didn’t really know what this “adventure” was all about but as far as he was concerned it probably was just some kind of propaganda meant to make the kingdom look like the greatest kingdom there ever was and give a few people the opportunity to become “heroes”. Of course there was always the possibility that the kingdom just needed something simple done, but that wouldn’t explain the specific need for “warriors.” He shifted his thoughts and thought of the wondrous outside that he had missed for so long and how close he was to seeing it again. All he had to do was wait for the guard that would open his cell and let him go as what he saw was a free man. Zack gave a small chuckle after realizing how skewed his definition of freedom was, that he would be free because of his service to royalty.

Suddenly a voice came from nowhere “How ironic the criminal becomes the hero, the accused becomes the accuser, it’s almost poetic really.” A figure appeared Zack looked over to it, in build they were similar but it had jet black hair, purple eyes and wore mage robes. “Come on Zack why don’t you just burn down this place and walk on out of here?” It’s voice was almost child like, but carried a tone that would make most others uncomfortable and maybe even scared, but Zack was unaffected and replied, “That’s a good question one that I asked myself a good number of times while I stayed here, I still don’t have an answer for why I didn’t do it before but now I’ve given myself this mark that stops me for the most part.”

“You can’t fool me I know you could take away the mark if you wanted to and most wouldn’t even notice.” Zack was caught a bit off guard by his knowledge of this but quickly cane up with something to say, “Well Lathos if you know that much then you should also know that there is a little part of me that wants to make up for what I did all those years ago and let go of all the grief that hangs over my head if that means working with others and royalty to do some heroic acts then so be it.” They both laughed a little to try and ease some of tension but eventually Zack grew silent and Lathos disappeared.

 

[WakingDawn96]

Théomer and Mavalla both arose, when somebody entered, tense, Mavalla having a hand in the folds of her cloak, where surely a dagger was hidden. THéomer was not that subtle, his hand openly on the hilt of Fall. A guard followed the visitor, which made them ease up, since they recognized the face. Théomer sat back down. "Thank you Iomér, you can resume to your post.", he said to the guard who nodded and left the room. Then, the rebell looked at Amber. "Yes, that´s what i am oftenly referred to as.", he replied. "What buisness do you bring that can be so urgent as to convince my men to act against orders?", he asked with a risen eyebrow. Mavalla seemed far lest trusting with the stranger. "And who are you, at all? Amber, thats a name, but that´s not what tells us who you are. You cannot show up in our territory like that and assume we will not ask questions.", the woman hissed. Théomer however raised his hand, effectively silencing his friend. "Let her speak, Mavalla. If she was seeking to harm us, she could´ve already. ", he said and waved for Amber to speak. "Please excuse my friend. She is very careful."

Amber looked at the two of them. “It’s okay. I understand that you people can be on edge. But still, I came here for a reason. Tell me, would either of you cared if the very existence of the world is at stake?” Amber asked as she needed to know their answers. “What if, the world just disappeared altogether? If none of your hard work has meant a thing?” Amber asked as she then pulled out a badge type object that was in the shape of a shield with two swords slashed into it. “I know you may not trust the king, but what about the princess of another kingdom? The most important princess in all the world, the watcher and protector of the land?” Amber asked as she looked at Théomer and Mavalla.





She held out her object and looked at the two again. “I need a group, a group of heroes who can help me put an end to a world war that has yet to happen. I need people who will protect those who can’t protect themselves, protect all of the world, and stop the darkness before it even spreads. That’s where you come in Théomer.” Amber said explaining why she was here. She then placed the object back into her small bag, and then looked back at Théomer. “And as for you, not only do I seek your assistance, but I want you to lead the group of warriors. I can’t be there all the time, and they are going to need someone like you who knows how to handle leadership. So please, won’t you aid us, and help protect the world?” Amber asked with a smile. She knew she was probably putting on a lot for Théomer, but time was of the essence here.

Zack was at the back end of his cell playing around with a bit of his magic creating small balls of fire to light up the dark cell, the guards passing by gave little attention knowing that if Zack did try anything they wouldn’t be the only ones in agony. The cackles of madmen and cursing of criminals echoed throughout most of the jail, these distant sounds had slowly eaten at him. He was barely holding on to a thread before he got lucky and convinced the guards that he could be sent to help in some kind of adventure.





Zack had realized he didn’t really know what this “adventure” was all about but as far as he was concerned it probably was just some kind of propaganda meant to make the kingdom look like the greatest kingdom there ever was and give a few people the opportunity to become “heroes”. Of course there was always the possibility that the kingdom just needed something simple done, but that wouldn’t explain the specific need for “warriors.” He shifted his thoughts and thought of the wondrous outside that he had missed for so long and how close he was to seeing it again. All he had to do was wait for the guard that would open his cell and let him go as what he saw was a free man. Zack gave a small chuckle after realizing how skewed his definition of freedom was, that he would be free because of his service to royalty.





Suddenly a voice came from nowhere “How ironic the criminal becomes the hero, the accused becomes the accuser, it’s almost poetic really.” A figure appeared Zack looked over to it, in build they were similar but it had jet black hair, purple eyes and wore mage robes. “Come on Zack why don’t you just burn down this place and walk on out of here?” It’s voice was almost child like, but carried a tone that would make most others uncomfortable and maybe even scared, but Zack was unaffected and replied, “That’s a good question one that I asked myself a good number of times while I stayed here, I still don’t have an answer for why I didn’t do it before but now I’ve given myself this mark that stops me for the most part.”





“You can’t fool me I know you could take away the mark if you wanted to and most wouldn’t even notice.” Zack was caught a bit off guard by his knowledge of this but quickly cane up with something to say, “Well Lathos if you know that much then you should also know that there is a little part of me that wants to make up for what I did all those years ago and let go of all the grief that hangs over my head if that means working with others and royalty to do some heroic acts then so be it.” They both laughed a little to try and ease some of tension but eventually Zack grew silent and Lathos disappeared.

Suddenly, a figure walked up to Zack’s cell. The figure was a young woman who had long blonde hair and light blue eyes, and was wearing a golden short dress. She looked at Zack and gave a grin. “So...you are the prisoner who thinks they are capable of joining my older sister’s group of warriors? Got to say, with the whole red eye thing, I can see why we locked you up in the first place. You just look like a criminal.” The young princess said with a mocking laugh. She, however, opened up his cell and awaited for him to exit it. “My sister had to go off on an important task, and so she has left me to take care of the kingdom. That includes you as well. But don’t get any funny ideas, I’m not someone you want to mess with.” The princess told Zack. She then waited for him to respond and to exit the cell.

 

[The Blex]

On his black horse he rode for many days, stopping for the night and hunting food on the journey. His horse, Bucephalus, was one of the fastest and strongest in the lands. Usually, with its speed, going the fastest it can be only reserved for if he was in a hurry and in a hurry he was indeed. He wasted no time, cutting through dense jungles and dashing through barren deserts, passing through small villages and big towns like an arrow from a bow. He had a reason for his hurry, and a good reason it indeed was.

A fortune teller, Madame Gipsrey, was a well known and powerful witch who used her powers to predict what lies ahead in time. The Dark Knight is a frequent patron of hers, helping him finding injustice which he couldn't alone. One day, he arrived to find the fortune teller dead on her chair, blood coming from the orifices on her face. He was shocked and saddened but he doubted that this was a murder, she had good terms with everyone and no one had any reason to kill her in cold blood. Written on her desk, in front of her carcass was a note, written in scribbles hastily with blood.

Darkness consumes all.

Never has once the Madame referred to using the word darkness, the note can only mean trouble. He rushes to the kingdom of Orifier, passing through the shocked peasants and terrified guards of what was a myth and a bedtime story appearing before their very eyes. Reaching the massive gates of the walled city, he was surrounded by the iron-clad guards, pointing their spears surrounding the dark knight in a circle as their barking orders sounded more and more terrified. He disembarked his horse, standing in broad daylight as his tattered cloak fluttered in the wind. A messenger on a horse would rush to the castle, alerting the general and the princess that THE Dark Knight was just standing in front of the gates, waiting for something.

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[The Fluffiest Floof]

However, with a wave of his hand, the figure suddenly made Nixene reappear in the same room as him, and he stood tall while looking at her. “I wasn’t done, princess. I tried to do this the noble way, but screw that. Now, I’m going to use force and logic. As you see, I’m the one in true power here. You are just a sign up to the team.” The figure said as he then got angry and waved his hand again and made puddles of shadows appear behind him, each with a different shadow monster appearing out of them. “Now either you listen to the truth of the matter, or I will have to use force to bring you in. Don’t mess with me, princess.” The figure said preparing to take Nixene in by force if need be. “And did I ever say I was the master of the universe? But he exists, and we know who he is. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t even be alive. He was the creator of this universe, and so you’d better pay attention, you owe him your very own life.” The figure said still angry with Nixene. He readied himself for anything that Nixene was to do next.



Amber looked at the two of them. “It’s okay. I understand that you people can be on edge. But still, I came here for a reason. Tell me, would either of you cared if the very existence of the world is at stake?” Amber asked as she needed to know their answers. “What if, the world just disappeared altogether? If none of your hard work has meant a thing?” Amber asked as she then pulled out a badge type object that was in the shape of a shield with two swords slashed into it. “I know you may not trust the king, but what about the princess of another kingdom? The most important princess in all the world, the watcher and protector of the land?” Amber asked as she looked at Théomer and Mavalla.

She held out her object and looked at the two again. “I need a group, a group of heroes who can help me put an end to a world war that has yet to happen. I need people who will protect those who can’t protect themselves, protect all of the world, and stop the darkness before it even spreads. That’s where you come in Théomer.” Amber said explaining why she was here. She then placed the object back into her small bag, and then looked back at Théomer. “And as for you, not only do I seek your assistance, but I want you to lead the group of warriors. I can’t be there all the time, and they are going to need someone like you who knows how to handle leadership. So please, won’t you aid us, and help protect the world?” Amber asked with a smile. She knew she was probably putting on a lot for Théomer, but time was of the essence here.



Suddenly, a figure walked up to Zack’s cell. The figure was a young woman who had long blonde hair and light blue eyes, and was wearing a golden short dress. She looked at Zack and gave a grin. “So...you are the prisoner who thinks they are capable of joining my older sister’s group of warriors? Got to say, with the whole red eye thing, I can see why we locked you up in the first place. You just look like a criminal.” The young princess said with a mocking laugh. She, however, opened up his cell and awaited for him to exit it. “My sister had to go off on an important task, and so she has left me to take care of the kingdom. That includes you as well. But don’t get any funny ideas, I’m not someone you want to mess with.” The princess told Zack. She then waited for him to respond and to exit the cell.

Théomer raised his eyebrow at the woman in front of him. He heard her out, sceptically it seemed. "I dont have a general distrust in royalty. What i dislike is injustice. If you are a fair kingdom, i dont have anything to hold against you.", he said and then shrugged. His face showed uncertainty. "Look, i am just a man. I am no god, no great hero. I am just a man that tries to do his part of making the world better.", he said. "I wil help you out gladly, just know that rumors and legends of what i do are oftenly not the truth. We rarely lose, but i am very much mortal and human, not immortal as the rumors say.", he continued. "I am not a very smart man either. Most of the planning is done by Mavalla. I am merely the face. I can motivate my men, i can be the person they see at the front of their lines, that they see lead them to battle, to death even. But i am not a tactician, not a great mind." Then, he stood up. "With that, should you still want my assistance after hearing all this, i will answer your call. Mavalla can take care of our organisation for until my return. But this fight you seem to offer is far more important, for if we lose this, we lose everything."

 

[Sleek]

Kel sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he continued to walk from town to town. The last job he had taken had been underwhelming, to say the least. It was only a few bandits, and none of them lived to tell the tale of Kel's ability. Of course, not that he'd complain. Any battle you walk away from is a victory, after all. He just wished that the bandits had kept horses.
The warrior had been traveling for days now, with ample provisions thanks to the food the bandits had amassed, and plenty of water in the various hide containers he had on him.

As he passed another stone marker, marking the path to take to the next town, he couldn't help but wonder why the roads were so eerily quiet. Most of the time this meant a bandit attack was imminent, as wagons, travelers, and other such people usually took up the roads when towns were only a couple days apart. Kel felt very uneasy from their absence, but decided to press on anyway. Anything that happened would only further his knowledge and experience. That being said, he didn't dare let his guard down, resting a hand on the hand-and-a-half hilt of his katana.
Every few seconds, Kel would scan the road ahead and look to his sides, taking note of every nook and cranny that one could appear from. Bandits did love their ambushes.

Even when he could see the town in the distance, the man didn't dare rest, and doubled his pace despite the blisters on his feet and the ache of his body from resisting the fatigue that came with foot travel. Kel's jogging pace meant that his armor was a little more noisy than before, which didn't mean much as it was mostly just studded wood and leather on top of layers of cloth meant to deflect blades and stop arrows.

He just hoped that his journey to the town would end with a nice stay at an inn and another job in which he might test his skill.

 

[StorytellerLathos]

However, with a wave of his hand, the figure suddenly made Nixene reappear in the same room as him, and he stood tall while looking at her. “I wasn’t done, princess. I tried to do this the noble way, but screw that. Now, I’m going to use force and logic. As you see, I’m the one in true power here. You are just a sign up to the team.” The figure said as he then got angry and waved his hand again and made puddles of shadows appear behind him, each with a different shadow monster appearing out of them. “Now either you listen to the truth of the matter, or I will have to use force to bring you in. Don’t mess with me, princess.” The figure said preparing to take Nixene in by force if need be. “And did I ever say I was the master of the universe? But he exists, and we know who he is. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t even be alive. He was the creator of this universe, and so you’d better pay attention, you owe him your very own life.” The figure said still angry with Nixene. He readied himself for anything that Nixene was to do next.



Amber looked at the two of them. “It’s okay. I understand that you people can be on edge. But still, I came here for a reason. Tell me, would either of you cared if the very existence of the world is at stake?” Amber asked as she needed to know their answers. “What if, the world just disappeared altogether? If none of your hard work has meant a thing?” Amber asked as she then pulled out a badge type object that was in the shape of a shield with two swords slashed into it. “I know you may not trust the king, but what about the princess of another kingdom? The most important princess in all the world, the watcher and protector of the land?” Amber asked as she looked at Théomer and Mavalla.

She held out her object and looked at the two again. “I need a group, a group of heroes who can help me put an end to a world war that has yet to happen. I need people who will protect those who can’t protect themselves, protect all of the world, and stop the darkness before it even spreads. That’s where you come in Théomer.” Amber said explaining why she was here. She then placed the object back into her small bag, and then looked back at Théomer. “And as for you, not only do I seek your assistance, but I want you to lead the group of warriors. I can’t be there all the time, and they are going to need someone like you who knows how to handle leadership. So please, won’t you aid us, and help protect the world?” Amber asked with a smile. She knew she was probably putting on a lot for Théomer, but time was of the essence here.



Suddenly, a figure walked up to Zack’s cell. The figure was a young woman who had long blonde hair and light blue eyes, and was wearing a golden short dress. She looked at Zack and gave a grin. “So...you are the prisoner who thinks they are capable of joining my older sister’s group of warriors? Got to say, with the whole red eye thing, I can see why we locked you up in the first place. You just look like a criminal.” The young princess said with a mocking laugh. She, however, opened up his cell and awaited for him to exit it. “My sister had to go off on an important task, and so she has left me to take care of the kingdom. That includes you as well. But don’t get any funny ideas, I’m not someone you want to mess with.” The princess told Zack. She then waited for him to respond and to exit the cell.

"First I don't 'think' I'm capable, I know I am and secondly do you know what I've done because this red eye is nothing compared to the actual crimes I've committed." Zack walked out of the cell stretching for the first time in what seemed like years and continued, "If I got everything correctly you're the one of the younger princesses, here to bring me somewhere for some kind of "job" and have been left in charge of the kingdom..." he paused to quickly examine the princess, "... well it must of been a small list to pick from if you were chosen, simply by knowing you for a little while, it seems that you're the stereotypical daughter of royalty, formal, annoying and above all else not ready to run a kingdom. If I were ruling I would have left the military in charge, they would be so much more capable." He looked back into the cell that had oppressed him for some time now as he did he noticed that he had left his mask inside. He scrambled to get it back and get out quickly, tripping over himself despite the simplicity of the task. "Sorry about that little show I just had, I needed to grab a friend of mine. In fact... hey Lathos what do you think about this? Whoa hey, that is way out of line there is no need for such vulgar language! Well he has nothing important to say, so how about we take our leave." Zack gave a smile to, poorly, hide his erratic and rude personality.

"Oh and also, returning to my point about you being annoying, please do remember that if I could I would gladly kill everyone in this prison and set this kingdom ablaze." Zack rolled up his sleeve to reveal the small mark on his wrist and replaced his smile with a serious glare, "This little symbol and my few morals are the only things keeping me from doing so. Your petty threats such as 'I'm not someone you want to mess with' are extremely annoying and could finally push me over the edge and if I do snap that entire list will be nothing but a long gone idea and this kingdom will see a catastrophe that shall bring it to the brink of death." He spat in her direction and then returned to his earlier tone and continued, "So let's get moving because I can't wait to see the outside again!"

 

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"First I don't 'think' I'm capable, I know I am and secondly do you know what I've done because this red eye is nothing compared to the actual crimes I've committed." Zack walked out of the cell stretching for the first time in what seemed like years and continued, "If I got everything correctly you're the one of the younger princesses, here to bring me somewhere for some kind of "job" and have been left in charge of the kingdom..." he paused to quickly examine the princess, "... well it must of been a small list to pick from if you were chosen, simply by knowing you for a little while, it seems that you're the stereotypical daughter of royalty, formal, annoying and above all else not ready to run a kingdom. If I were ruling I would have left the military in charge, they would be so much more capable." He looked back into the cell that had oppressed him for some time now as he did he noticed that he had left his mask inside. He scrambled to get it back and get out quickly, tripping over himself despite the simplicity of the task. "Sorry about that little show I just had, I needed to grab a friend of mine. In fact... hey Lathos what do you think about this? Whoa hey, that is way out of line there is no need for such vulgar language! Well he has nothing important to say, so how about we take our leave." Zack gave a smile to, poorly, hide his erratic and rude personality.

"Oh and also, returning to my point about you being annoying, please do remember that if I could I would gladly kill everyone in this prison and set this kingdom ablaze." Zack rolled up his sleeve to reveal the small mark on his wrist and replaced his smile with a serious glare, "This little symbol and my few morals are the only things keeping me from doing so. Your petty threats such as 'I'm not someone you want to mess with' are extremely annoying and could finally push me over the edge and if I do snap that entire list will be nothing but a long gone idea and this kingdom will see a catastrophe that shall bring it to the brink of death." He spat in her direction and then returned to his earlier tone and continued, "So let's get moving because I can't wait to see the outside again!"

The young princess looked at Zack and laughed. “Just one thing before we go, I have to ask this. Have you ever had any fun? Cause trust me buddy, you look like you really need to lighten up.” The young princess said with a laugh. She couldn’t believe how insulting and threatening Zack was trying to be, it was kind of adorable. “And, I wasn’t offered to be part of the group, I was just ordered to watch over things until my sister returns, big difference.” The princess reminded Zack. “Also liver pork, don’t judge a person by what they say or what they look like, only judge a person by what they do. Though you can always laugh at looks as well.” The princess told Zack. She thought about her own words about him, and she knew she only said them to relax herself from the situation. She normally didn’t have to deal with criminals, and so this was beyond her comfort zone. So her words were only an act to make herself feel better. But now, the young princess saw something in Zack that let her return to her normal state of being. So she then turned and faced the pathway out. “Okay, now we can go.” The princess said with a smile.

Théomer raised his eyebrow at the woman in front of him. He heard her out, sceptically it seemed. "I dont have a general distrust in royalty. What i dislike is injustice. If you are a fair kingdom, i dont have anything to hold against you.", he said and then shrugged. His face showed uncertainty. "Look, i am just a man. I am no god, no great hero. I am just a man that tries to do his part of making the world better.", he said. "I wil help you out gladly, just know that rumors and legends of what i do are oftenly not the truth. We rarely lose, but i am very much mortal and human, not immortal as the rumors say.", he continued. "I am not a very smart man either. Most of the planning is done by Mavalla. I am merely the face. I can motivate my men, i can be the person they see at the front of their lines, that they see lead them to battle, to death even. But i am not a tactician, not a great mind." Then, he stood up. "With that, should you still want my assistance after hearing all this, i will answer your call. Mavalla can take care of our organisation for until my return. But this fight you seem to offer is far more important, for if we lose this, we lose everything."

Amber looked at Théomer and smiled. “I don’t need you for your brain, I just need you for your heart. Trust me, I have plans for the actual technician of the group, but for the leader, I need someone like you who can be the face of the team. I mean not every leader has to be the brains, they just have to be the one who knows how to lead the team.” Amber said with a smile. It was like great heroes in the past, not all of them had smart leaders, but the leaders were always able to lead the team with the most rightful care and order. This is what Théomer could be, a leader who knows how to handle the team, just not the ones calling the shots. Amber knew that from the very start of when she heard about him.

 

[Shog]

Brakon nearly choked on his drink. Princess Veronica Lux had called for him? The tales of the power of Orifier were awe inspiring. Probably a bit overstated, but still awe inspiring. And someone with that kind of power and sway wanted someone like himself. Several scenarios crossed his mind at once, but he still had no clue what she could possibly want with him. Reading his summons shed no light on the situation, but certainly validated the knight.

"What're we waiting for, then?" Brakon asked, setting his now empty mug on the nearby table. Thankfully had just marked his last active job off his list, so no need to send word to employers explaining that he would not be able to complete a job. He wasn't sure if this was dumb luck, or if the Princess had purposefully timed it so. "Let's get going!"

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[Raider dog]

The roar of laughter, the thick smell of piss and ale, a feeling of careless joy mixed with drunken woes, it all brought a smile to Rouges face as he entered a rather lively tavern located within the towns port. Patting his healthy sized coin purse and chuckling he walked deeper within the sea of drunken sailors, grinning as the familiar atmosphere brought him enjoyment and carrying himself with a small pep in his step as the coming evening seemed bright indeed. As he reached the bar he leaned against the counter before slapping down a few coins, his grin as large as ever. "The best mug of ale ya got," he ordered, resulting in a smirk from the old bartender who gladly hopped onto his order. While waiting for his drink Rouge glanced to his right to see many of the other patrons eyeing him with curiosity, only a few seeming unfriendly while others looked ready to try and get free drinks for the night.

Soon the bartender arrived with his drink and Rouge happily swept it up with a nod. "Cheers mate," he chuckled before chugging down a few good gulps of strong alcohol, a satisfying sensation running down his throat and resting within his gut. Slamming the mug back onto the table and chuckling before turning around towards the rest of the tavern, leaning back against the counter before tapping on the counter and glancing back to the bartender. "Keep filling her up," he stated with a smirk. The bartender nodded and refilled his mug.

"So, what poor bastard did you cheat out of that coin?" he asked as he slid Rouges freshly filled mug. Rouge gave a fake shocked gasped and took his mug.

"What makes you think I would do such a thing? I'm a decent man Mr. Herald," he declared with a smirk. The bartender rolled his eyes and pointed towards the front of the tavern.

"Then why is there an angry group of thugs marching into my tavern?" Rouge choked on his drink and nearly coughed up a lung before looking towards the taverns entrance to see a familiar group of thugs known to hang around the ports slums. A heavy sigh escaped him as he handed his half filled mug to a drunk strange who gladly accepted the drink with a hardy laugh.

"Well it seems the mutts caught on faster then usual," he chuckled before looking to the bartender. "Same time next week?" he asked with a grin before slipping away from the bar and making his way through the tavern, his aim directed towards the back door of the tavern. Though before he could reach it a voice barked over the noise of the tavern.

"Oi you damn snake, come here!" a chuckle escaped Rouge before he began to sprint towards the back door, finding amusement as the tavern cheered and laughed in entertainment.

"Looks like he's done it again."

"When will that boy learn?"

"You still owe me a drink ya bastard!"

Rouge laughed as he burst through the crowd and slammed through the back door, the voices and heavy footsteps of the this growing closer by the second. Looking for an escaped route Rouge bolted through the busy streets, slipping and ducking through the crowd with ease as he has grown use to it. Glancing over his shoulder he saw that the thugs scramble out of the tavern and quickly putting their sights on him, barking for him to come back or else. With a two finger salute he sprinted away and turned the corner of the streets, but as he turned the corner he was stopped and violently pulled away from the busy streets.

"Oi, oi what the he-" he never managed to finish as he was tossed into an alley way and losing his footing. He fell onto the ground hard and looked up to see a pair of armed guards glaring down at him. "Shit," was all he could mutter as he recognized the guards, knowing full well they were corrupt. Rouge went to grab one of his smoke bombs, ready to make an escape, but was forced to stop as a blade rested on the side of his neck from behind. Gritting his teeth he heard a few chuckles from behind.

"Not this time you damn rat," one of the guards chuckled before taking a step forward and lifting up his armored boot. The last thing Rouge knew there was a wet crack and then darkness. A few hours passed until he reawakened, the smell of copper in his nose and the taste of blood in his mouth. With a sigh he sat himself up and winced as a sharp pain came from his nose. He groaned, cracked it back in place and looked up to see that it was close to night time. Instantly he noticed that his once heavy coin purse was now gone and lowered his head in annoyance.

"Of course," he muttered as he sat against the alleys walls and leaned his head back. A bitter smile came to his face before giving a small scoff. He was use to things like this happening, but that's what bothered him. He seemed to never be able to catch a break. "Just one good job, that's all I ask," he said with a sigh.

 

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The roar of laughter, the thick smell of piss and ale, a feeling of careless joy mixed with drunken woes, it all brought a smile to Rouges face as he entered a rather lively tavern located within the towns port. Patting his healthy sized coin purse and chuckling he walked deeper within the sea of drunken sailors, grinning as the familiar atmosphere brought him enjoyment and carrying himself with a small pep in his step as the coming evening seemed bright indeed. As he reached the bar he leaned against the counter before slapping down a few coins, his grin as large as ever. "The best mug of ale ya got," he ordered, resulting in a smirk from the old bartender who gladly hopped onto his order. While waiting for his drink Rouge glanced to his right to see many of the other patrons eyeing him with curiosity, only a few seeming unfriendly while others looked ready to try and get free drinks for the night.

Soon the bartender arrived with his drink and Rouge happily swept it up with a nod. "Cheers mate," he chuckled before chugging down a few good gulps of strong alcohol, a satisfying sensation running down his throat and resting within his gut. Slamming the mug back onto the table and chuckling before turning around towards the rest of the tavern, leaning back against the counter before tapping on the counter and glancing back to the bartender. "Keep filling her up," he stated with a smirk. The bartender nodded and refilled his mug.

"So, what poor bastard did you cheat out of that coin?" he asked as he slid Rouges freshly filled mug. Rouge gave a fake shocked gasped and took his mug.

"What makes you think I would do such a thing? I'm a decent man Mr. Herald," he declared with a smirk. The bartender rolled his eyes and pointed towards the front of the tavern.

"Then why is there an angry group of thugs marching into my tavern?" Rouge choked on his drink and nearly coughed up a lung before looking towards the taverns entrance to see a familiar group of thugs known to hang around the ports slums. A heavy sigh escaped him as he handed his half filled mug to a drunk strange who gladly accepted the drink with a hardy laugh.

"Well it seems the mutts caught on faster then usual," he chuckled before looking to the bartender. "Same time next week?" he asked with a grin before slipping away from the bar and making his way through the tavern, his aim directed towards the back door of the tavern. Though before he could reach it a voice barked over the noise of the tavern.

"Oi you damn snake, come here!" a chuckle escaped Rouge before he began to sprint towards the back door, finding amusement as the tavern cheered and laughed in entertainment.

"Looks like he's done it again."

"When will that boy learn?"

"You still owe me a drink ya bastard!"

Rouge laughed as he burst through the crowd and slammed through the back door, the voices and heavy footsteps of the this growing closer by the second. Looking for an escaped route Rouge bolted through the busy streets, slipping and ducking through the crowd with ease as he has grown use to it. Glancing over his shoulder he saw that the thugs scramble out of the tavern and quickly putting their sights on him, barking for him to come back or else. With a two finger salute he sprinted away and turned the corner of the streets, but as he turned the corner he was stopped and violently pulled away from the busy streets.

"Oi, oi what the he-" he never managed to finish as he was tossed into an alley way and losing his footing. He fell onto the ground hard and looked up to see a pair of armed guards glaring down at him. "Shit," was all he could mutter as he recognized the guards, knowing full well they were corrupt. Rouge went to grab one of his smoke bombs, ready to make an escape, but was forced to stop as a blade rested on the side of his neck from behind. Gritting his teeth he heard a few chuckles from behind.

"Not this time you damn rat," one of the guards chuckled before taking a step forward and lifting up his armored boot. The last thing Rouge knew there was a wet crack and then darkness. A few hours passed until he reawakened, the smell of copper in his nose and the taste of blood in his mouth. With a sigh he sat himself up and winced as a sharp pain came from his nose. He groaned, cracked it back in place and looked up to see that it was close to night time. Instantly he noticed that his once heavy coin purse was now gone and lowered his head in annoyance.

"Of course," he muttered as he sat against the alleys walls and leaned his head back. A bitter smile came to his face before giving a small scoff. He was use to things like this happening, but that's what bothered him. He seemed to never be able to catch a break. "Just one good job, that's all I ask," he said with a sigh.

Suddenly, appearing out of nowhere, a young woman with a long black ponytail was next to Rouge. “Well, if that’s all you ask, then you must be the easiest recruit I have met to date.” The young woman told him. She pulled out a scroll from a small bag she was carrying and handed it Rouge. “Either way, we have a task for you, a task that pays well, and provides many luxuries, as long as you aren’t afraid to fight a powerful battle. Princess Veronica Lux needs as many capable people that she can get.” The young woman told Rouge. The young woman was truly a mystery, but she did work for the princess, so she was at least on the right side.

Brakon nearly choked on his drink. Princess Veronica Lux had called for him? The tales of the power of Orifier were awe inspiring. Probably a bit overstated, but still awe inspiring. And someone with that kind of power and sway wanted someone like himself. Several scenarios crossed his mind at once, but he still had no clue what she could possibly want with him. Reading his summons shed no light on the situation, but certainly validated the knight.

"What're we waiting for, then?" Brakon asked, setting his now empty mug on the nearby table. Thankfully had just marked his last active job off his list, so no need to send word to employers explaining that he would not be able to complete a job. He wasn't sure if this was dumb luck, or if the Princess had purposefully timed it so. "Let's get going!"

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The knight nodded at Brakon. “Question, how do you prefer to travel? By air, by land, or by magic?” The knight asked Brakon. The knight offered these ways to make sure Brakon felt safe and relaxed on the journey ahead. The knight knew that everyone likes different ways of transportation. So the knight awaited Brakon’s answer.

On his black horse he rode for many days, stopping for the night and hunting food on the journey. His horse, Bucephalus, was one of the fastest and strongest in the lands. Usually, with its speed, going the fastest it can be only reserved for if he was in a hurry and in a hurry he was indeed. He wasted no time, cutting through dense jungles and dashing through barren deserts, passing through small villages and big towns like an arrow from a bow. He had a reason for his hurry, and a good reason it indeed was.

A fortune teller, Madame Gipsrey, was a well known and powerful witch who used her powers to predict what lies ahead in time. The Dark Knight is a frequent patron of hers, helping him finding injustice which he couldn't alone. One day, he arrived to find the fortune teller dead on her chair, blood coming from the orifices on her face. He was shocked and saddened but he doubted that this was a murder, she had good terms with everyone and no one had any reason to kill her in cold blood. Written on her desk, in front of her carcass was a note, written in scribbles hastily with blood.



Never has once the Madame referred to using the word darkness, the note can only mean trouble. He rushes to the kingdom of Orifier, passing through the shocked peasants and terrified guards of what was a myth and a bedtime story appearing before their very eyes. Reaching the massive gates of the walled city, he was surrounded by the iron-clad guards, pointing their spears surrounding the dark knight in a circle as their barking orders sounded more and more terrified. He disembarked his horse, standing in broad daylight as his tattered cloak fluttered in the wind. A messenger on a horse would rush to the castle, alerting the general and the princess that THE Dark Knight was just standing in front of the gates, waiting for something.

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The message of the surprised visitor was still being delivered to the right forces. But as the message was being sent, a guard walked up to the Dark Knight as looked at him. “Sir, I must inform you, the princess is not here currently. She went off on a mission, and won’t be back until later.” The guard told the Dark Knight about the current status of things. The solider looked to the gates, and then back to the knight. “However, we are sending the message of your arrival to the person left in charge while the princess is away. So I hope you can bare with us while we track her down.” The solider told the knight.

 

[Raider dog]

Just as Rouge was ready to drag himself back to his hideout he jumped and reached for his sword on his back as a woman appeared out of nowhere. With a surprised gaze set upon her he silently listened to her as she proposed him a job to end all jobs. After a moment of silence to take it all in a small smirk came to his face as he arched a brow towards the woman. "Ya know, popping up like that isn't very attractive for a woman like you," he chuckled before pushing himself up to his feet. He dusted off his pants, cracked his neck and crossed his arms as he looked at the scroll. "But this is rather odd, the Princess Veronica Lux has offered a slum rat like me a job?" he questioned. "How don't I know this isn't a trick to lure me out and arrest me? I'm not exactly the most amazing citizen," he chuckled keeping his eyes locked with hers, looking for anything that seemed off. "You can understand my suspicion can't you?" he asked as he slowly walked around her, his eyes focused and curious.

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[WakingDawn96]

Just as Rouge was ready to drag himself back to his hideout he jumped and reached for his sword on his back as a woman appeared out of nowhere. With a surprised gaze set upon her he silently listened to her as she proposed him a job to end all jobs. After a moment of silence to take it all in a small smirk came to his face as he arched a brow towards the woman. "Ya know, popping up like that isn't very attractive for a woman like you," he chuckled before pushing himself up to his feet. He dusted off his pants, cracked his neck and crossed his arms as he looked at the scroll. "But this is rather odd, the Princess Veronica Lux has offered a slum rat like me a job?" he questioned. "How don't I know this isn't a trick to lure me out and arrest me? I'm not exactly the most amazing citizen," he chuckled keeping his eyes locked with hers, looking for anything that seemed off. "You can understand my suspicion can't you?" he asked as he slowly walked around her, his eyes focused and curious.

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(BTW, this is what the young woman looks like: Google Image Result for https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/novum-terram/images/a/a4/True_Animean_Human.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20170822091525 )

The young woman looked at Rouge. “I understand the suspension, but just note, I don’t waste my time. If this was a trap, you would already be put away.” The young woman said with a huff. She wasn’t the type of person to waste her time, as that was how she had been trained growing up. She was also very cunning and precise. If she wanted to trap you, she didn’t need but two seconds flat. “Also, I’m not just a damsel in distress. So, don’t even think I’m like normal girls. I’ve been trained by the most hardest and ruthless teachers imaginable to get to where I am today. So I don’t care how attractive you may or may not find me.” The young woman said in response to Rouge’s comment about her not being attractive by the way she operates. To her, she really didn’t care how she looked, she only cared about carrying out her missions and protecting the world. Anything else is just a distraction to her.

 

[Raider dog]

Rouges grin only grew from her comment and chuckled before giving a small shrug. "A shame really, it's a waste of beauty, but I can respect the strength and professionalism," he said with a small sigh before clapping his hands together. "Oh well, on to business eh?" he said before looking to a flipped box and sat down with a huff. He slid another box over and gestured for her to sit. "Come, take a seat in my office and we'll discuss the details. I want to know more before I blindly accept some job and set my own terms," he said before resting his elbow onto his knee and propping his head up within his palm. "Maybe after we can get a few drinks," he suggested with a sly smile and a arched brow. It was mostly to brighten his own mood seeing as his day has been a total bust, but one last shot wouldn't hurt.

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[Gryphtaur]

Perched near the peak of an isolated mountainside was an equally secluded warrior. This individual was rather peculiar at first glance. Much like a Centaur, he boasted a dual-bodied frame, though unlike the amalgamation of man and animal, he was instead full beast. His form was lined mostly with tawny brown fur and primarily feline. The exception was his head and neck in which white feathers covered it throughout. Jutting from the sides of his cranium were a pair of plumaged, horn-like protrusions. His goldenrod beak was twisted ever so faintly into a relaxed smile as piercing and rigid gold eyes gazed at the infinite vastness of the open sky around him. Also with a more avian constitution was the frontal legs of his lower quadruped portion with black feathers coating the upper halves complete with a bright gold tarsus and a set of talons. The hindquarters and tail retained the furred build of the rest of him, though the latter was tipped with a series of white rectricies that could not only be used as a rudder during flight, but as a most favorable slicing tool using their bladed properties.

Tharraleos was this avid adventurer’s designation. Resting with his lower body in a lying position with talons draped over the rocky cliffside, the mighty beast seemed to be enjoying this newest abode of his. Despite a love for combat and caring little for anything else, he enjoyed the simplicity of tranquility more often than not. This location had been his makeshift home for a few month’s time and was contemplating on departing soon. Staying in one place for too long initiated a feeling of restlessness and the urge to continue exploring the globe. Unbeknownst to him at this moment, his call would be answered sooner than he knew in ways he couldn't fathom.

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[Shog]

Brakon stopped for a moment to contemplate the question. "Well, I usually travel by land but sometimes fly if it's a manageable distance. I've only ever had a couple opportunity to ravel by strictly magical means. Hmm... I'd say whatever gets us to our destination the quickest."

The question was a little perplexing to him. He honestly expected to be sitting in a cart for the next who knows how long. This knight didn't strike him as someone with great magical power, though he could also have some more magically adept companions. Or he could just defy expectations. Who was he to judge? The part that really caught him off guard was bringing up air travel as an option. Did this knight think Brakon could fly all the way there? Or maybe he just had some sort of air ship, which did nothing but bring up even more questions. In the end he decided it was probably best not to voice any of them until he knew a bit more.

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[The Fluffiest Floof]

The young princess looked at Zack and laughed. “Just one thing before we go, I have to ask this. Have you ever had any fun? Cause trust me buddy, you look like you really need to lighten up.” The young princess said with a laugh. She couldn’t believe how insulting and threatening Zack was trying to be, it was kind of adorable. “And, I wasn’t offered to be part of the group, I was just ordered to watch over things until my sister returns, big difference.” The princess reminded Zack. “Also liver pork, don’t judge a person by what they say or what they look like, only judge a person by what they do. Though you can always laugh at looks as well.” The princess told Zack. She then turned and faced the pathway out. “Okay, now we can go.” The princess said with a smile.



Amber looked at Théomer and smiled. “I don’t need you for your brain, I just need you for your heart. Trust me, I have plans for the actual technician of the group, but for the leader, I need someone like you who can be the face of the team. I mean not every leader has to be the brains, they just have to be the one who knows how to lead the team.” Amber said with a smile. It was like great heroes in the past, not all of them had smart leaders, but the leaders were always able to lead the team with the most rightful care and order. This is what Théomer could be, a leader who knows how to handle the team, just not the ones calling the shots. Amber knew that from the very start of when she heard about him.

Théomer was about to agree, when Mavalla interrupted. "What´s in it for us. We lose precious time here, without Théomer, we cannot really do much but hold our position. Théomer seemed as if he wanted to say something, but he didnt. "I request that in exchange for the help you get from Théomer, you then, after the task is done, help us to overthrow this unrightful ruler. If you are a watcher and protector, you surely see how a tyrant that makes people he rules over suffer may not be tolerated. Help us bring justice and right back to this land, as Théomer will help you bring peace to the world."

Théomer sighed and nodded. "I suppose that are our conditions. Please understand, we dont mean to take advantage of you, but we can use any help we get. I did not want to ask for something in return, but Mavalla is the voice of the rebellion. What she says, is what counts." He chuckled. "Almost as if we were married." Then, he looked Amber in the eyes. "How long will it take to return to your kingdom? Who are the other people, that will accompany me?"

 

[Sleek]

Kel breathed a sigh of relief as he finally entered his destination, and entered the inn. His feet were tired, his arms were sore, and his eyes were dim with the monotony of traveling alone for so long. What did interest him was the fact that a knight and a warrior were conversing near the bar, as the slimmer figure of himself slid closer. He said one word to the man working the bar, and sat down on a stool.

"Ale."

Was all he said, his gravely and deep voice grating against his surroundings as he put several coins on the bar. With his drink in hand the wandering man started to then listen in on the conversation next to him, since he was bored and without things to do.

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