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John hopped off Gabriel and fallowed One towards the town. "So what is your home like," the marine captain said awkwardly trying to start a conversation.
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Taruon wonder through the forest he found him self in. He could feel the places purity, it innocence, and it sicken him greatly the sorcerer was eager to corrupted himself. The Thousand son used his powers to feel around the area to find if anyone nearby.
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"Ah... okay!" Lucy said, her voice high-pitched; showing that she was excited to reach the village her -maybe- newfound friend. The celestial mage then retracted her hand decided to follow suit. It seemed like this girl was in some kind of hurry or something. Hopefully they'd meet some other people and maybe even figure out how she got here.


"We'll be there in a bit." said Kunoichi, assuring the walk wouldn't take that long.

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The stalker quickly dashed out of the bush to follow them as he jumped from tree to tree, wondering about the town the brunette had mentioned, if there were more people there so that they weren't alone anymore and for him to finally show himself, but the same feeling he had back in the bush surfaced again. Why should he even show himself for these strangers. What have they done to benefit him other than proving him with information that he wasn't alone in his forest that there might be more than these two women. Looking at his power level, he could see that it was on a hundred and ten, which only meant that he had to wait a little longer for the suit to fully power up again.Smiling within his own black tenno suit he stepped wrongly on a tree banch and had to teleport in a hurry, what he didn't take into count with his quick reaction teleport that he teleported right in the parth of the two women now with the shadow effect from his telepotation showing and his armor showing thin lines of blood red run along his arms.


"Whoa! What the-" Kunoichi jumped backwards, startled with the sudden appeareance. "You know, it's usually i that suddenly appears in front of people, not the opposite. Who are you?" she asked the mysterious person.

Meanwhile, Kagura was still searching through the town, with his suspicions turning out right, there was not even a soul around the place, he scratched the back of his head in disapointment and said. "And not a single babe around."
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Tattered standards. Broken walls. The ground had broken around the hill, sliding back and away from the wooden posts. The forest was cleared. Hacked down for yards in all directions. Rainwashed and reclaimed by the weeds and the grass the remains of what looked like an ancient bailey stood crowning a earthy sodden hill. Vines and bushes now grew up between the posts and the palisades, bursting the former walls in two and tossing them aside as they grew.

It was for certain a ruin.

Dawn kept a mailed hand on the hilt of her sword, feeling the cold wild texture of the leather from underneath the chain. She stilled her step, approaching the ruined mount with caution. There had been ruins she has seen before, and even the most benign looking were often dangerous to some degree. Whether castle or farmhouse, they either housed wolves or maddened bandits. She was prepared that if she opened those gates to take on the collapsing structure's secrets there would be some slobbering beasts within.

For now, it was serene. Quiet. Birds flocked atop the ramparts, picking at the pointed tops of the ancient felled trees. They took to the sky and returned to their nests perched high in the wooden watcher towers precariously hung over the walls by posts and fraying rope. The chirped and sang cheerful notes as they let off between the remaining structures to the forest. Where banners may have flew now hung the twigs and grasses of large globular nests, to Dawn's fascination many looking to house perhaps fifty birds; and there were many towers filled.

But it was also hard to count, they moved fast.

Grass crunched under her hoof as she drew closer. Her fingers wrapped tightly around the grip of the sword. Her over hand held out to push aside the heavy oaken gate. Ivy grew up the axe-hewn bark in crooked and strangling patterns, almost like ruins. Field flowers grew in delicate clumps of yellow and red. And large bushes laden with bright-red fruits forced their twiggy appendages between the ancient logs, just forcing them apart ever more as the years worn.

She placed a hand to the wood as she stepped aside. Even through her armored gloves she could feel the rough texture of the old wooden. Wind swept. Rain washed. Snow frozen. If these walls had eyes and a mouth, what stories could they tell.

The door was heavy, and the thick ivy only made it worse. But with a strong will of force and throwing her weight against it she pushed it aside. It groaned on roughly forged wooden and iron hinges as it dragged through the grass and the sand. The snapping and rustling of disturbed ivy broke at its opening. The birds over head chirped excitedly as they took to a panicked sky in a thick cloud of black. She could see the foggy shadows of the milling birds race across the ground and her vision. It was as patch work as walking under the boughs of ancient oaks and elms.

With a groan she opened it about as far as she needed. A small crack she could squeeze through. Her sword made a metallic hiss as it was drawn from its scabbard. She pressed her long horse tail against her hips as she hugged the side, passing the small gap she needed to get inside.

Tents.

Torn ragged canvas tents. Many grayed. Many greened with heavy molding and mildew. All of them looked like they had not been lived in for years. That much she found as she squeezed through. Her sword remained raised as she scanned the grassy and weedy bust of the hill.

This wasn't just an ancient fort, she admired as she turned about, it was an ancient camp. Or, not so much ancient. Though the ruined scene was tattered, torn, weathered, and picked at by animals it still stood. Through snow and or rain it still persisted. A testament of strength and endurance to itself.

Though wide holes opened the sides of the many thousands of now canvas lean-to tents, it was impressive they still stood. Looking at them she imagined they had to be only a few years old. Not totally eaten by the elements, and not wholly devoured by birds. And the number of still-standing shelters gave credit to the impressive nests that now rung the encampment’s exterior wall.

Above the shelters stood a number of immaculate and proud pavilions, not much larger than a single-room home. Though they had dulled in color, the faint faded suggestion of elaborate decoration still glowed in the high-noon sun. And highest on the hill she turned to see the largest, and most proud of them all.

Standing high above, decorated in heavy purple cloth with still glimmering golden weave was the largest of the structures. A natural center and magnet of attention for the folk who once lived here. Her sword lowered a little as she looked up at it. Such a richness she surmised would have suggested that this was once to someone very wealthy, or very powerful.

Did this valley draw in people to kill in time? Could not an army or even a retinue survive the allure?

Dawn felt the tent was worth checking out. If it was at all possible it would at least have some intel on the valley as a whole. Where this host may have searched for riches, or even a way out. She wasn't intent on simply repeating the failures of someone else.

She still moved through with caution. She still did not understand this world and lowering her guard would be a violation of herself. Her sword remained draw, hanging by her hand off to the side. Her spare hand ready to a position at the hilt if need be. But running through the spindly thistle and thick lush grass of the hill side there was nothing that moved. Only more birds that rose to the air in frieght.

Looming everywhere in the grass she saw or climbed over the refuse of an army moved on. Perhaps hastily. Buried half way in the dirt cast iron pots, pans, or grinding wheels littered the soil. Buckets and dried mummified purses. But no where a corpse. No where a body. No where even a weapon or a full suit of armor. What was left behind was simply what they could not carry. Not on their backs, or into battle.

She began to suspect that perhaps this force had been scattered in the woods. Butchered by some other army. Where would she go to find the corpses then? Could they be in the tent. She suspected the army's commander.

She hope she'd find such answers. Written down maybe. A map otherwise. Visual clues and references to who they were.

But when she go to it and threw aside the heavy velvet she'd have more.

Streams of light poured down through open holes in the tent's roof. Sending golden beams that danced across the dusty floor and shone off the armor stand in the corner. A table – or what was left – lay smashed in the middle underneath a crimson banner with golden trim, an eagle and a cross adorned the head, making for an empowering tip of bright gold. Sewn into the heavy fabric of the standard were emblazoned the letters S, P, Q, and R. That much she knew from her father...

But it was not telling for her. The armor perhaps a confirmation. Ivory white, though faded like an ancient wedding dress. Horizontal straps hugged a tight form well, clearly designed for a woman's body. The chest was blazoned with faded and unpolished brass with a sun, emblazoned inside with a cross with two crooked, parallel arms. She doubted it was related to her mother, the symbol unfamiliar. She only knew it from medical ponies. But this was no surgeon's outfit. Who might wear the cross to a fight if not to heal? Why would the medic be so rich, and why would she brandish a short-sword, as hung at the armor's hip, forgotten.

It was a spectacle, and standing over the scattered parchment on the soggy carpeted ground she wondered. She felt the crunch of the papers under her hoof, and bent down to see to the parchment.

To her dismay, what was still visible in the decaying animal hide parchment was barely helpful. Scrawled in cursive across the tan backing reddening ink bore dashed lines. Flamboyant arching scrawl, dashed and dotted diacritics. Sometimes melting into letters that looked like hearts, others upside down knots. This wasn't the alphabet her father weakly taught her to identify, as was on the standard. How much use it was was beyond her telling.

Frustrated through threw aside the parchment, pulling another smaller note from the ground. In the dim light it read the same. Though large holes at been chewed through it. Again frustrated she tossed it aside. Her face hot with anger and growing frustration.

Why must things be so difficult!

Each page was much the same. Some the size of pages of a book. Other note-size, the size of a hand. It had gathered in a matted pile on the floor, subject to rain water. If it wasn't in alien cursive, it was a blurred and water-washed mess of rusting ink.

But as she dug deeper, she pulled from the tangle of useless documents something more promising. Significantly larger than the rest, the sheet looked to have been literally sewn together from multiple papers. The back was a rambling mess of clearly mismatched articles of writing, no doubt useless to the master – mistress – of this tent.

Turning it around it was a map.

However irregular or sloppy as it was, with many incomplete places on the interior. Whomever was the cartographer was merely interested in the walls of the valley, shown on the chart in child-like representation of messily slopped lines with no perspective. Whichever way she turned the map it was like looking straight down at the gashed gully that scarred the landscape. And clearly no one had been outside.

Notes and indecipherable text adorned the outside of the map and inside just as well. A haphazard compass was drawn in the far corner, seemingly in relation to the sun and moon. Had they not compasses?

Irregardless, it was something. Holding the parchment to the light that was cast through the moth-eaten roof of the structure she smiled. At the far end of the valley, at where it almost looked to turn into a tail or some long tongue was struck into the tanned skins a purple X. Some sketch-work resembling the standard behind her and a number of hasty X's and I's littered the page nearby. She suspected that's where she was.

She could barely make out what looked like numbers along the valley's side. Number of days to walk to the far side perhaps? In whichever case she counted perhaps ten increments. If the map suggested the valley could be walked in length in ten days, and three across at the widest it was indeed a large arena to be in.

There were smaller markings that littered the area around the supposed camp, connected by snaking maroon lines. But not being able to read any of it she suspected she'd be forced to check them out anyways. She might have known sources of food and water, if that's what they were for.

And if they lead her to it, a lead to double check on in escaping the valley.

Standing doors or silvery pools. They were all valid. She hoped.
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Alice entered in town. She looked around, as everything seemed vain enough. "Hmmm... there's no one around. I supposed this place is abandoned as well.", she said. Suddenly, one of her dolls started to say something. "Oh, there are people around, I see. But can you tell me how they look?", she asked. But the doll responded in a manner that told Alice that it was hard to describe, although it knew that what was seen was a man. "Oh, I see. Well, can you guide me there?", Alice asked and the doll nodded, flying to somewhere.
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Azure

"Well, the pleasure is all mine, Ash. I hope we can be good friends someday.", she said. Azure was still curious about Ash, as she never saw a Phantom. The only thing closest to him were ghosts, poltergeists and vengeful spirits.
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Lucy gave out a squeak of surprise after the strange and unknown man magically appeared in front of her and Kunoichi. And through her guildmates usually did the most insane and unexplainable things, she was caught off guard. Most likely because she wasn't expecting for something like this to happen, due to her being in a foreign area. Guess she'd have to expect the unexpected- as most would say. While taking a sudden step back, she slipped and fell on her behind. "Ow!"
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The stalker just focused his view on the two female humans his eyes within the tenno helmet did focus on Lucy as she made the squeak of surprise but quickly focused on the other strange looking women that had asked him who he is. Holding his Despair throwing knifes he put them in the holster again that were clapped to the side. " I am the shadow, the one they call the stalker." He said with his whispering, raspy, echoing tone that sounded like something from an nightmare he really wasn't that comfortable with talking at all as he didn't want to make enemies within an total foreign forest. Standing there while keeping an keen focus on the females he checked his power levels which were ninety-five since he used the teleport.
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A fire crackled softly in the corner. Its light silvery stream of smoke winding up towards the thick velvety ceiling of the ancient tent, wrapping itself in the dangling and hanging threads before finding a hole to escape through. The light was starting to wane as she could tell. She had spent the later part of the rest of the day picking through the campsite, looking for clues. She couldn't find anything she could otherwise decipher. Many crossed metal shapes, and old shoes.

Though to some reward she had found a chest in one of the other large tents. A large heavy wooden casket that she broke open with the pommel of her sword. The rusty lock had given way easily under the insistent hammering of the metal and it had broken open with a shattering of maroon rust. Throwing open the lid she had pulled out a number of dark dusty bottles of wine. Or at least she thought it was wine. Whatever the case it smelled the part. At sipping from the lip of the dusty, pungent bottles it certainly tasted the part.

Rich in body and strong in effect. It hadn't taken long for the blissful weightlessness of a buzz to come over her. In the heat of the crackling bonfire she laid the map out on her lap and studied it. But no matter the amount of alcohol she drank, the cursive scrawl on the map never got any clearer. She squinted and frowned, frustrated at it. But all the more relieved she had something to work out her situation with.

All the same there was some illustration to help the illiterate, which she no doubt was to these people; whoever they were. Small cave mouths and what could be ruins dotted the forested landscape in irregular clumps on the end of the valley she was at. Accompanied with small ponds and hair-thin fading blue creeks (though she thought they were that, maybe) filled in the rest of the landscape.

Further down was much less understood by whoever had drawn the map. But it could be understandable. Had this host marched north into that unknown to explore it and to fill out their own maps? She sighed deeply at the thought, taking a swig of old wine. Dawn lamented not knowing the year, even if this was in all relative. One year here was not another elsewhere, or the one home. Simply knowing its age would be good at least. It was strong.

In the depth of the unknown though was something clear to them. Surrounded by cauliflower like trees was what could be a town, or some other settlement. Was that their ultimate destination and reason? Or where they were settling? It was an unknown, and if the suggestion of the unit work on the side had anything, could be a couple days trot.

She frowned sourly at that drawing. It's placement felt like a natural draw. Like everyone was supposed to be there. But she didn't feel like walking into something she didn't understand. Though there was plenty of that around, so it really boiled down to distance.

Licking the inside of her teeth she could taste the lingering wine. She took another sip of the alcohol. She could feel the jittery numbness of a proper-stage buzz working in her fingers. Not so much they were dead, but simply free.

Bards of other worlds said wine and song was the key to freeing one's self of the tyranny of clothes. But she had neither. It was a shame, but again it wasn't. Who was around to care? Or to play?

Like wise in Equestria it was the same, but more often focused on cider; and less often without clothing already. Though Satyrs were the exception, they were since they first started to be born. And sometimes they were subject to entirely different chemistry themselves.

Pogo. Dawn couldn't say why she was thinking about her half-brother now. Could be the wine and the desire for there to be music. Or something. Shit, she was buzzed. Why did it matter?

Pogo. All he needed sometimes was a fistful of candy and a bad idea. Depending on how bad the pink-legged wild-kid would just as well assume the posture of a sergeant without the covers. The sword between his legs at full alert. He was excitable that way, and no matter how repulsed Dawn was at this state of freedom she did find herself missing it.

All the same, woe the mare to be given that leg.

She looked up at the holes chewed deep into the heavy roof of the tent. The light was growing steadily redder the longer she sat. She wondered, just how long would the night last? Would there be stars?

Looking at the forgotten suit of armor that stood in the far corner, forgotten long ago by an owner likely dead she thought: 'Did they dance?'
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Kunoichi

"Oh, i like riddles, it means you're literally a stalker! Nyaha~! Just kidding." she joked about what Stalker talked in a cheery tone, she noticed that Lucy tripped and fell, so she offered her hand to help her to get up.

Ash

"Now that we introduced ourselves, what do you think we should do? I don't know exactly where to go." replied Ash, he was one of the ones that don't know that there is a town nearby.
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"Th-thank you," Lucy said, embarrassed. Of course of all times she'd always have something to do to make herself look weird. She grabbed onto the other female's hands and pulled herself up. Once again in a standing position, she let go of Kunoichi's hand and putting her butt, hopefully getting rid of anyof the dirt she may have collected from the ground.
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