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GalTerra OOC

Name: Vladimir Adrean Tal
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Hair: Coal black, short and choppy.
Eyes: Dark green
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 210 lbs
Fighting Class: Warrior
Non-Fighting Class: Blacksmith
Bio: Born in a medium size village where everyone knows everyone. His father was the resident blacksmith and his mother arranged flowers. He grew up working under his father and listening (Sometimes against his will) to his mother's gossip. When he reached his teens, he had a growth spurt and became quite tall.
Now a refined blacksmith, taking over what his father left behind.


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Vladimir looked up from his work, three men on steambikes had just pulled up into the square. They were wearing full battle gear, created by the Vadura, and carrying steam rifles. One was dressed in mage robes and was carrying a staff on his back. Interested, he put his tools down and opened the window near the front door. The newcomers were talking to the village elder.

"...It seems the arrogent humans in The Capital are trying to force the Vadura into making steam weapons." One of the armored ones said. The elder shook his head sadly, "This confirms the rumors of war...a war against the elves...how sad."

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(But the past is the past... it's over, done with.) "Despite what truth we find, it's not going to change the present." - Squall Leonhart, Final Fantasy VIII

"Our plan is to..." (Zone)
"Blow it to smithereens with a rocket launcher?" (Selphie)
"Ahh... not quite..." (Zone)

Shiloh saw the steam bikes role into town and decided to tail them they were wearing vaduran battle armor so his curiosity was piqued. He ran along the roof top till he couldn't continue going futher by foot he pulled out what could only be described as wings on a backpack and slipped them on. Jumping off the edge of the building he glided to the ground landing on his feet he walked over to a well known black smith.
"Know what's going on?" He asked his voice low as his tail flicked a little bit.

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Please save my dragon egg

Vlad looked at the Vadura, curious to the strange things on his back. He looked back to the group of people, seeing if he could hear the last strings of conversation before they went into the Elder's house, "It seems the rumor of war is no longer a rumor." He brushed his hands off on his leather apron and held out his hand, "Vladimir Tal."

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(But the past is the past... it's over, done with.) "Despite what truth we find, it's not going to change the present." - Squall Leonhart, Final Fantasy VIII

"Our plan is to..." (Zone)
"Blow it to smithereens with a rocket launcher?" (Selphie)
"Ahh... not quite..." (Zone)

Shiloh nodded accepting his gesture of greeting he had witnessed between humans quite often. He had deemed this a friendly gesture and used it as well to fit better into the human world. He scanned the crowed and pulled off his wings folding them back up to what they were before. "The name's Shiloh, my friends call me Shi. A pleasure to meet you Vladmir Tal."

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Please save my dragon egg

Mars stalked down the quiet streets. He could feel the tension in the air; a battle was coming soon, and it would not be far from here. The tall man had no fears that he would be left out; his tall stature and the large sword he carried meant that he was always picked up by one side or another. And, his skill and contacts within the mercenary profession meant that it was usually the winning side. However, he was upset today, despite the feel of conflict in the aether. His lovely sword, his pride and joy, had a notch in it. Some little street punk had tried to block a blow with some knife, and Mars had just hacked away. Hindsight being what it was, he should have avoided the attack, but where the hell would a common street thug get an enchanted blade? At least, the knife now hung from Mars' belt instead.

The ringing of hammer blows upon an anvil drew Mars closer; the chances of finding a smith worthy of working upon his blade was slim, but the chance must be investigated. He came upon a small smithy; the smith was outside with a guest, but one that looked not like a patron.

"Hail, smith." Mars called from down the lane, as he walked forward, drawing his sword, but holding it out in front of him sideways, flat pointed towards the man, "My blade has a notch in it. Do you think you're up to the task of repairing the damage?"

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With a relieved smile on his face, Hiro stepped into the town, leaning on his staff to keep himself up. He had made a grave misjudgment of distance when he planned to come to this place, and hadn't thought to spend what little money he had on unneeded food.

Blissfully unaware of the ensuing violence, he frantically scanned the streets for any place that offered something to eat. Clothing store... Hobby Store... Blacksmith... Church... Wait, church? He hadn't seen one of them for a few towns. He wasn't technically a priest yet, so he was absolutely certain that a place so far from his home wouldn't recognize him as one of them.

He heard his stomach growl loudly once. He really didn't have a choice at this point as where to go, he just had to hope that they felt generous enough to strange young people to feed him, and he began to walk his way toward it with his improvised crutch.

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Ever since Vizka'z banishment one month ago he's been wandering around. Then he found a decent tree to sleep in on top of a forested hill over looking a human settlement. The first couple of nights in his little tree bed he set up traps all around the perimiter. Then started setting up less and less traps till he just went to sleep with out them, thinking he was safe. Then one moring a small five man elven scouting party snuck up, knocked out and captured Vizka. He woke up later upside down hanging from a tree with the elves poking and prodding him with their spear butts. Talking in some sort of langue that Vizka couldn't understand and laughing two elves continued the taunting while the other three where looking at Vizka's weapons, disgusted at them for being so primitive. Thats when it all went bad for the elves.

There was a sudden Mist that rolled in around the Elves. The elves were caught off guard and shocked at the warm mist, but what they didn't realize was that it wasn't mist at all, but STEAM! The hiss of 10 or 20 steam guns rattled through the air, blistering through the elves. Many of the elves fell short just before reaching their arms. Astonishing the Bullets whizzed around the poor Vizak, blaring past him if as though he wasn't there. One Elf decided that it had to be Vizak these "mist-men" were after, so he attempted to split his skull with his spear. The Elf dropped to the ground as if having a large aneurysm, when in reality it was only a bullet specially designed for an accurate gun. Finally the "mist-men" came into sight for Vizak. They all have common armor, silver colored metal armor with red suit underneath. All the men have an odd mask that covered the face with tubes running underneath their arms and out the back. These masks resembles bubble eyed gas masks of modern day technology. The standard infantry came with a long brass colored rifle that had to V shield on the top and bottom covering the hands and the gun. The Gun had a few tubes running towards the Soldiers back where several water heating tanks were kept. These tanks fueled the high velocity semi-automatic guns. The armor was more for protection against the steam release that the tanks were spewing than actual armor. The few foot soldiers walked around the camp kicking the elves' bodies to make sure they were dead. Then Glad walked in, In similar armor except for the lack of a mask and large tanks on his back. His gun was longer then the others and had a small tank on the underside instead of tubes. The barrel seemed a bit larger then the others and the clip was smaller yet longer then the others. It was obviously less fast and more accurate.

Glad, "Cadet Gerald, make sure all the heads are scalped or removed. I don't want to be cheated out of my money like last time. And If they aren't dead scalp them anyways, don't selfishly waste bullets like last time." Yelling this at one of the masked men, started surveying the area, constantly looking like he was looking for something. The Men, hearing the command, began cutting off the Elves' heads. This technique seemed quicker and more efficient then carefully scalping. The one elf was just injured, and didn't stop screaming until the head was cut completely through. Turning to Vizak, Glad seemed interested in the little monster.

"Sir, should we scalp this little fella too?" asked one of the footmen,

"NO! I will take care of this goblin," Glad, carefully cut the rope attached to Vizak's feet, and slowly lowered him to the ground so he wouldn't be injured by the fall. "Hey there, ur a Goblin right? I figured u didn't belong 'hanging' around with these elves, so i told my men that i'd scalp everyone of them that got u with a bullet. My name is Glad, and i run this little group if mercenaries. We are on a mission right now, but i am sure a little bit of recruiting wouldn't help, so what's ur story?"

Vizka shakes off the ropes still on him and looks up at the human that cut him down. Then looks at his weapons, walks over and starts to put his gear on. After getting fully geared he walks back over to the one who cut him down. Vizka learned some human speak by sitting on the roof tops in the town that was below where he was staying. Thouhg it's not that understandable but it's as good as he can do till he learns more.
"Me goblin name Vizka, banished from tribes. Wandering, exploring to find sumthin' that me skills are being used. Beast killing good for tools, lose fun after while. Need harder prey." Vizka said. "Well Vizka I think I can get you much tougher prey if you would just travel with me and my group for as long as you would like", Glad informed. "If tougher prey you can find, then I am with you, Glad" said Vizka. "Good, welcome to the "Brother Hood" Vizka," Glad said with a grin. Vizka bowed and then Glad, Vizka, and the other ten started off to continue Glad's mission.