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~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard [Pt. 2 - Open] ~

Emmerich Fürst

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___________________________________ Emmerich Fürst, 21 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Schwartzgrad | Schwartzgrad, East Europan Imperial Alliance ___________________________________ [+] ▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► DOB - 04/09/1893 ► Height - 6'3" / 192cm ► Weight - 170 lbs / 77kg ► Hair Color - Platinum blonde ► Eye Color - Blue ► Classification - Shocktrooper ► Rank - Private ► Sexuality - Heterosexual -

D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E Emmerich's northern heritage gifted him with a pale skin, long platinum blonde hair and blue eyes, which give him quite a strong presence when coupled with his height, his silent demeanor and cold expression. Emmerich was born with a rather slender build, that despite being quite awkward when he was young, became athletic and elegant as he got older, thanks to his family's hunting hobby and the training he received when he was enlisted in the Empire's military. Interestingly enough, Emmerich does care about his appearance and clothes, including his hair (which he seems to care and like quite a bit). Regarding clothes, Emmerich is often seen wearing mostly black or grey clothes, which contrast with his pale skin and blonde hair. While he has no problems wearing more formal clothes like blazers and suits, he does seem to have a preference for more 'robust' and practical, albeit still elegant clothes, such as button up overcoats, frequently paired with a pair of black leather gloves.

---_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

While Emmerich's height and distant, somewhat cold expression can be rather intimidating, once one gets to know him a better, they would be surprised to see that, despite his silent demeanor, Emmerich can be quite an interesting person to talk to, often enjoying conversations about the most varied subjects when off duty and showing himself to be surprisingly cult and intelligent. That said, he isn't the best person to discuss about certain things such as feelings, since he always was a very logical person. While he won't deny advice if one approaches him with such questions, they would be awkward at best.
Even though he does enjoy hunting, he also reads as a hobby, since opportunities to go hunting are rather scarce, especially after he got into the military.

Even though Emmerich can be surprisingly warm to his closest friends, his distant and cold personality are at their most apparent when he is on duty. Most people often say war changes a person, but only those who really went through such experience have the idea of how impactful it is on one's life. While he was once a bright and enthusiastic young man, the war dulled his feelings, making him cold and distant in order to cope with the brutality of the war, where the ideal soldier is the one that operates with cold logic and efficiency.

---_{B I O G R A P H Y}

Bio

Born in Schwartzgrad, the great capital of the East Europan Imperial Alliance as the sole son of Friedrich Fürst and Viktoria Hase Fürst. Due to complications on his birth, which further aggravated Viktoria's already fragile health, which forced her to quit her job as a physician and stay at home. Due to that, most of Emmerich's memories of his mother were of her sitting near the balcony of their two-story house, helping him with his studies, encouraging his curiosity by reading books and teaching him about the human anatomy and medicine or her daily morning strolls through the garden together with him. While Emmerich's relationship with his father was not a bad one, Friedrich was never the kind of man to show his feelings that much. Being a military man through and through, he preferred to show his love with his actions, by taking care of his family and being sure they were well than by personally telling them that he loved them or giving hugs. Due to that and the fact that on the time, Friedrich was active in the military, most affectionate memories of 'family' Emmerich had were from his mother.

Viktoria Hase Fürst passed away when Emmerich was still 15, which deeply impacted not his father, but Emmerich himself too. It was almost as a part of himself, a part of childhood died together with his mother. Being granted an leave due to his emotional state and the death of a member of his family, his father returned to the family house to grieve for his wife's death. During this time, where both father and son, despite being somewhat distant, grew closer, bonding due to the death of a person both of them loved deeply. Trying to make up for being absent on Emmerich's childhood, he became much more present on his life, even taking him into hunting trips when they had the chance, since he couldn't teach him like his mother did, nor he knew much about medicine, the career Emmerich wanted to follow, due to Viktoria's influence. While it was nowhere as close as the feelings of affection his mother gave him, it was undeniable that Friedrich cared about his son in his own way.

Even though life seemed to be going on decently well with his father, despite the death of his mother, Emmerich knew very well that his father would soon have to go back to the serve the Empire on the war. Despite living on Schwartzgrad, far away from the horrors of war, news still reached the capital and Emmerich, bright and mature for his age, knew the implications that came with war, despite having no love for the cause behind it nor feeling the same awe for the emperor as his father did. While he did like the city of Schwartzgrad, the rulers, the emperor and the other powerful people above were just images in a book, distant figures who had nothing to do with him or his life.

After his father returned to the frontlines, Emmerich had to live by himself while continuing his studies. Without his mother dead and with his father having left for the war, Emmerich became much more quiet and silent, dedicating himself fully to his studies. Receiving a few letters from his father per month, with him becoming once again the cold, distant father he once knew. Despite the silent house and monotonous life, he was still able to take care of the house and continue his studies, thanks to the money his father had. That was until he received a different kind of letter when he was 16. The one notifying about his father's death.

While the impact of his father's death wasn't as severe as his mother's, both due to their somewhat distant relationship and due to Emmerich have already experienced the death of a loved one before, the fact that he was now alone in the world did hit him hard. With a limited income due to the death of his father, not enough time to formally complete his studies in medicine and already reaching the age where he would need to undergo mandatory military training, followed by two years of service. Having to face the harsh reality, Emmerich saw himself forced to abandon his studies and go serve in the army.

The period of training was a grueling and exhaustive one for Emmerich. Being a boy from a relatively well off family, despite having a hobby of hunting, he was nowhere as athletic as a soldier should be and the officers in charge of training them, fueled by a fierce, burning patriotism for the Empire, demanded nothing short of perfection from them. Decided that complaining would lead him nowhere and not seeing any other path for him to follow in his life right now but to serve the two years of military service before being discharged and continuing his studies, Emmerich did the best he could in the training. Surprising and standing out among the other recruits first due to his determination and later, as he continued training his body and exercising himself, his performance. That, coupled with the fact that he already knew how to wield a gun rather well due to what his father had taught him ended up backfiring on Emmerich, being selected among the others to go to the frontlines. Having no other choice but to go, as he was still serving his two years, he steeled his resolve, seeing that as merely something that had to be done before he could try and go back to having a normal life.

Unfortunately, no amount of physical training could prepare him for the horror that he would face in the war. On the very first weeks of combat, Emmerich almost lost his mind. He had heard tales from soldiers of how horrible the war was, that if hell existed somewhere on earth, it would be on those damned trenches... It was all true... He watched friends who trained together with him as recruits being torn apart by machine-gun fire, he saw the bodies of allied and enemy soldiers being ripped apart by grenades, he saw people so mangled and disfigured by enemy fire or explosions that he knew, due to his knowledge in medicine, that the only thing he could do was relieve them of their suffering. He was forced to kill people he had never seen before, enemies and allies alike, with his own hands. Even in the short periods where explosions and gunfire weren't as loud and they had a brief moment of respite, the looming shadow of death was always present, slowly eating and corroding their minds.

Weeks passed in a blur while he was in the trenches. The fleeting moments of suffocating silence, interrupted by the maddening roar of the guns and machine-guns made everything look almost like a feverish dream. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately... Emmerich was always, since he was a child, someone who adapted to circumstances very quickly. As months passed, Emmerich became more and more cold and distant. While he would get desperate when he wasn't able to save a life or in shock when he had to take one in the beginning, such situations became... common. Pulling the trigger as he carefully aimed towards an enemy became as natural as it was to breathe after doing it thousands of times, almost an automatic action. Sometimes, while looking down through the iron sights as he aligned it with an enemy, he could almost reflect and think how he had never seen the man on the other side, wonder how was his life before the war, if he had a family, or even if he liked to read and hunt as much as he did.

The almost feverish routine did change on a certain day, when one of the units that were on the same trench as Emmerich were ordered to make a push towards an enemy position. Some soldiers said their prayers, some quickly wrote a small letter for their loved ones, delivering it to one of the officers, while others drowned themselves in cheap alcohol, looking for the courage that they lacked before leaving the trenches. Such assaults were already a common occurrence, which didn't make them less feared by the soldiers.

Unfortunately, this time wouldn't be like the others. Staying behind since they did the last assault, Emmerich's unit would cover for the ongoing push. With most of the soldiers who remained assisting the assault, they weren't prepared for the attack launched by a small enemy unit. Using grenades and explosive charges, they shattered the back-line, stopping the support for the friendly unit's assault and forcing them to give up on the assault and return, despite the number of allied units already lost to heavy machine-gun fire. Despite the initial shock of the surprise attack, Emmerich still managed to turn back and fire a few shots on the small squad that was responsible. With the efficiency of someone who had done the same task thousands of times, Emmerich took aim and shot at the enemies, downing one with a shot on the chest and hitting one on the leg, making him fall to the ground as he ran towards them. The moment he was about to reload his gun though, he saw a grenade flying through the air, landing just a few meters away from him inside the trench they were taking cover at. Without time to think, he simply threw himself to the ground with the face on the mud and his head pointed towards the grenade, using his helmet as protection against shrapnel. Although he didn't suffer any wounds other than some cuts and lacerations, the impact of the explosion was too much for him, sending him unconscious.

Emmerich woke up hours later among the dead corpses of allies and enemies alike, feeling exhausted, weak and feverish. The cuts and lacerations from the explosion were in a pretty bad state due to the exposure to the elements and the foul mixture of fluids and mud that covered the ground. Crawling through the ground, he searched for any signal of life without success. Not knowing if the empire had successfully countered the Federation's offensive and proceeded with it's push or if they had suffered a brutal counter push, Emmerich kept crawling trying to situate himself until he heard a labored breath among the corpses, a clear signal of life in the midst of that sea of dead corpses. Upon approaching, he saw a soldier, desperately grasping a small locket against his chest while trying his best to press the large shrapnel wound on his abdomen. By the state he was, it was obvious that if he didn't receive immediate care, he wouldn't last long. His pale skin was a clear signal of the amount of blood he had already lost.
When Emmerich and that poor soldier's eyes met, they saw in each other not an enemy, but a fellow soldier, damned to this hellhole by a bastard that had probably never experienced the same hell they were right now. Emmerich could feel the silent plead on the enemy soldier's eyes to finish him, to release him from his suffering. Approaching the soldier and leaning in the same dirt wall he was leaning against, he could see the weak movement of his head, a weak nod as he pointed towards the pistol on Emmerich's waist. As he did so though, Emmerich caught a glimpse inside the locket he was grasping so desperately. Inside there was two photos, one of a beautiful, red haired woman and a small, little girl with the same fiery hair as her mother. Looking once again to the wounded soldier, he merely shook his head taking his knife from the sheath and showing it to him, with a determined expression.

By using a few strips of cloth, ripped from his uniform and the cheap alcohol that he had in a small canteen inside his clothes, he began disinfecting the wound and cleaning the best he could. After he was finished, he gave an encouraging tap on the man's shoulder, before slowly digging the tip of his knife on his abdomen, despite the man's grunts of pain while blindly feeling for the shrapnel that should be lodged inside his abdomen. After finding, he carefully pulled it out by using the tip of his knife. While the precarious circumstances meant that further damage was unavoidable, he did try as much as he could to steer away of any possible vital organ. It was slow, but after a while he finally took it out. The next part would be easy for Emmerich... Unfortunately, it was going to be by far the worst part for the enemy soldier. Grabbing a small lighter from a nearby body, he began heating the tip of his knife, until it was almost red hot before looking to the enemy soldier, waiting for a signal that he could proceed. After a bit of mental preparation, when the enemy soldier nodded, Emmerich pressed the red hot knife against the man's wound. The terrible smell and sound of his skin being burnt were almost completely masked by the man's loud grunts and screams of pain. After he was finished, the soldier finally fell unconscious, due to both the pain and the exhaustion. Laying against the dirt wall, almost as exhausted as the man next to him, Emmerich gave a small chuckle, laughing at himself. He lost the count of how many enemy soldiers he shot at, how many died by his actions either directly or indirectly and despite all that, he had just saved one of them. And act of foolish sentimentalism? Pity or compassion? Not even himself knew the reason behind his actions, nor he cared about it to be honest. He had used the last of his strength doing what he did. With the exhaustion and his weakened body finally taking a toll on him, he fell unconscious once again, slowly closing his eyes while looking up to the sky, away from the hellish landscape around him and hoping he could somehow survive or that the enemy soldier wouldn't repay him with a knife between the ribs...

Emmerich woke up days later in a hospital ward, not remembering a single thing after falling unconscious. It didn't take much time for Emmerich to realize that he was handcuffed. Taking a quick glance around he could see armed soldiers standing in guard in the only exit from that particular ward and most of the other patients were also handcuffed, saving those that couldn't move at all. While Emmerich could thank the heavens... or maybe the same soldier he had saved back in the battlefield, he knew he was now a prisoner of war. As the days passed though, he quickly realized that being a prisoner of war, at least until his body was still healing wasn't bad at all. In fact, it almost felt like a sweet, albeit momentary release from the hell that the trenches were.

After a few weeks, talking with the nurses and some doctors, who were initially surprised of how he could speak the Federation language, thanks to his studies, they told him that he was receiving special treatment, despite being a prisoner of war due to the request of a certain officer called Cale Bennett. After a month, when Emmerich had made a full recovery, he was escorted by some armed guards to a closed room, apparently used to interrogate prisoners of war. There, they proceeded to make him many questions, which he replied with honesty, since he saw no reason to lie. After verifying that he was but a low ranking soldier, the officer that was making the questions exited the room just as another man wearing a military uniform entered. Much to his surprise, when Emmerich looked at his uniform, he could see that the man was no one other than Sergeant First Class Cale Bennett.

Looking at Cale with a confused expression, almost if silently asking why did he give him preferential treatment, the moment their eyes met, Emmerich could feel that somehow he had already seen that man before. When Cale lifted his uniform and the shirt beneath, showing a big scar on his abdomen, Emmerich couldn't help but to let out a discreet smile, giving a sigh of relief. Both of them had a long talk, knowing better the man who had saved him. Interestingly enough, neither Emmerich nor Cale asked the reason why one saved the other. Cale told him about his family, about his life and how his daughter had the beautiful red hair his wife had. In exchange, Emmerich told Cale his own story. In that small room, the two men saw each other as comrades, they didn't see an enemy soldier in front of them, but someone that saved their own life, a friend.

No matter what relationship Cale and Emmerich had though, there was no running from the war. One way or another, Emmerich was still a prisoner of war, and would be very likely to be used to labor in the frontlines, digging trenches under heavy shellfire or other life threatening jobs. Still, Cale wanted to do something for the man who saved his life, even if he was an imperial. Knowing how Emmerich didn't had much love for the Emperor nor supported the reasoning behind the war, Cale made him a proposal with a very serious tone. He gave him an opportunity to defect to the Federation instead of being treated like a prisoner of war. Since it was a difficult decision to make, Cale didn't demand an answer right away and instead gave Emmerich time to think. While still loved the city he was raised in, he didn't believed in the Emperor's cause behind the war. Besides, not only he had nobody to return to in Schwartzgrad, but it was very likely that the family mansion had already been seized by the government after his father died. But perhaps what was most important to his decision was that he knew that deep down inside, things wouldn't change. He was still a soldier, just a pawn fighting a war that was not his. The superiors might change, but until that damned war ended, his life wouldn't. After enough consideration, Emmerich ended up agreeing to join the Federation. Even though he would be given a private rank despite his abilities, training and skills, it was the best that could've been done since he was a defector.

---_{P O T E N T I A L S}

Medicine knowledge: While Emmerich never formally completed his studies, he still very knowledgeable about human anatomy and medicine, being able to provide first aid and other less delicate procedures on field or do the exact opposite, knowing where to strike with a knife in order to incapacitate them without killing.

A Physician's honor: While the war did make him colder to the act of killing, due to the influence of his mother and his own ideals, Emmerich will refrain from killing unarmed soldiers or those who surrendered.

Proficient Hunter: Due to his hobby, Emmerich knows how to move quickly and silently, having the patiente and stamina to chase a prey or wait until the perfect time to strike.

Cold Logic: Desensitized to the horrors of war, it's not often that Emmerich hesitates or lets his feelings interfere with his actions on the battlefield.

"Neither one, nor the other": Emmerich isn't oblivious to the cruel acts of the Empire and does not support their cause for the war, but on the other hand, he knows very well that the Federation isn't that much better. He simply does what he has to do in order to survive this war and have the chance of maybe having a normal life in the future.

---_{E Q U I P M E N T}

- SM-Longfield Mk. 3 Carbine w/ affixed bayonet
- Standard Federation sidearm
- 2 to 3 Fragmentation Grenades
- Trench knife
- Federation standard Shocktrooper armor
- Typical Webbing - Field dressings, gas mask, ammunition, binoculars etc.

---_{F A M I L Y}

- Viktoria Hase Fürst (Mother - Deceased)
- Friedrich Fürst (Father - KIA)

---_{R E L A T I O N S}

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-A Template by Load Wraith

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Ada

^{@PaulHaynek@Restalaan@AzureKnight@Rezod92}

Ada heard in silence as Nagare tried to warn Ditzy that things could go bad. While Ada still didn't know exactly why both Nagare and Sir Reed meant by the lizard people 'following' someone strong or why that could be a problem, she decided to trust them, stopping and looking at them instead of continuing following Ditzy as she was. That said, Nagare still had more to say, asking something to Sir Reed about Ada going together with her instead of Ditzy. Ada kept looking at them as they talked with each other, despite not having understood exactly what was Nagare's suggestion, but trusting it was a good one, since Sir Reed seemed to like it.

Nodding with a determined expression as Sir Reed told her to go with Nagare, she looked at her just as she held her hand towards her and asking if she would accompany her. Replying her with a kind smile and a nod, Ada took her hand, ready to follow Nagare.

As they approached the group though, huge, silver haired girl with horns approached them, looking down at Nagare as she asked their reason for approaching them. While Ada was a bit intimidated by the ogre woman's size, since she didn't seem to be particularly aggressive as she approached them, Ada refrained from showing hostility, although it was clear that she was carefully watching every movement the ogre woman made.

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Freyr

^@PaulHaynek

The only thing that went through Freyr's head as both he and Haley heard the man's reply to their greeting was confusion. His actions were strange... erratic and even as he threw his stick at them, he missed completely. Stumbling over his own words, he began speaking nonsense, inquiring abut a laughter or some dancing... as weird as that sounded, before saying he hoped he would die laughing too.

Looking to Haley with an incredibly confused expression, nodding and agreeing with her as she said he had lost his mind, Freyr turned his attention towards the seemingly insane man once more as he continued his ramblings, telling them how his great grandfather was a wise man came from the east, following a star while in search for... Boreal Port?

"Did he just say... Boreal Port...?" Freyr asked in a whisper as he turned to Haley.

"Maybe... Maybe we should take him to Boreal Port, just as he asked... Who knows how long he wandered through the forest... Maybe that's why he is so delirious..." he continued, still whispering before he gave a step forward to address the strange, ragged man.

"Umm... Mister... Cubbage? We can take you to Boreal Port if you accept our help. They will be able to... take care of you there... I hope..." he said, still a bit shocked by what was happening.

The Vanishing Kingdom

Kalla

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Maeve heard Tali's words, nodding in agreement with her. While Maeve was a duelist and not a soldier or someone that had seen many battlefields in her life, she knew that conflict in general was an... interesting issue if looked at from that perspective. A battlefield is a place that not only swords clash, but also ideas and feelings. While hate and slaughter were plenty in such environments, lifelong bonds were also created by those who fought alongside each other and sometimes, even against each other.

"It is true. I might not be a soldier, but I am a duelist. Even though people can lie and deceive, one's blade is a reflection of their true selves." Maeve said, nodding as she looked towards Valia.

"Allard might be big and intimidating, but he is a very kind man indeed. Even I who arrived here just a few days ago know that already." she said, with a chuckle as she agreed with Tali.

"He doesn't seem the type of person who would judge someone just because of their appearance or race." Maeve completed.

Just after she said that though, Tali looked at hear after stretching herself. Her stare was a bit... intense though, which made Maeve a bit confused, looking at her back before Tali began to talk. Even though Maeve wasn't that experienced with romance or those type of things, she wasn't as naive to not notice that Tali was interested in her. Still, knowing and knowing how to react to such thing were two completely different things.

"F-Far, yes? The desert heat is a bit... too much..." Maeve began saying, clearly talking about Tali as well with the last part while leaning a bit backwards, putting some distance between them. Her cheeks were remarkably red too, which was very noticeable due to her skin color, being an Isoli.

"Not political marriage- I mean, they did try marrying me to someone- but that doesn't matter that much and- What?" She continued, still stumbling over her own words rather nervously as Tali continued. She was slowly regaining her composure while trying to avoid looking directly at Tali, which was going relatively well until Tali mentioned that she was better than a 'husband', which caught Maeve totally by surprise, making her suddenly get up, surprised, before sitting down again, embarrassed.

It did take her a few moments in a rather awkward silence for her to calm herself down and regain her composure and the noble air and image she had, which were almost completely shattered with what had just happened.

"Are all succubus that... bold?" She asked, clearing her throat after a few moments in silence.

Avalia

Location: Forest outside Roshmi
Time: Afternoon
Interactions: Sakura @baraquiel, Risa @princess,
Valaeon @FunnyGuy, Valamiir @Alivefalling, Leon @Helo, Lucia @Potter

Surprised by her reaction, Myra looked at Sakura, tilting her head as she scolded her, whispering before she groaned in frustration, getting out from her hiding spot and changing her appearance again. Walking towards her, Sakura didn't seem to be all that happy with Myra, saying that she had to learn something. While Myra didn't know why she was hiding despite being in such a crowded place or why she was changing her appearance so many times, if she was angry because Myra didn't hide with her, then that could be solved quite easily.

Smiling to Sakura with an almost triumphant expression of someone who had figured out what she wanted, Myra nodded happily to Sakura after she talked, using her camouflage to briefly become invisible and then appearing back, still with a triumphant smile on her face. Surprisingly though, now that Myra understood what Sakura wanted, she decided to not hide herself anymore, instead simply walking towards the people she was hiding from earlier. Tilting her head, confused, Myra looked at Sakura for a bit before following her, simply walking and not trying to hide herself anymore.

As they approached the group, Myra could see that not only some of them were armed, but they seemed to be quite big and strong, some of them even being one of those big, scaly dragon-people Myra had seen a few times before. They also seemed to be rather vigilant of their surroundings. Maybe that was the reason why Sakura was hiding from them. Still, if they ended up being bad people, they could both just run away right?

The moment they got closer to the group though, the one that was flying landed just in front of them, asking who they were with a very intimidating posture and tone. While Myra didn't know how Sakura would react, she did feel threatened by his approach, which made her lower her posture a little bit, giving a step back and watching every movement he made very carefully, while giving glances every now and then to Sakura, waiting to see how she would react.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Winton

Mikhail continued to follow Bellinar and paying attention to where he was going. Even though he was using a sight shield, he still took precautions in order to not being seen. Arriving in a tavern in the very edge of the town, Mikhail watched as Bellinar approached the entrance, where a group of men waited by the door. One didn't need to work for the underworld to realize that that was a very shady place. When Bellinar mentioned that he wanted to speak with the 'boss', Mikhail knew that there was something definitely wrong. It didn't seem to be the first time he was going there.

Following Bellinar inside, Mikhail tried his best to avoid the thugs, hiding in the shadows and keep a low profile, as he knew very well that his sight shield wasn't infallible. When inside, instead of being distracted by the state of the place, with tables being nailed to the floor and ample signs of repairs after previous fights, he focused entirely on listening Bellinar and the supposed 'boss' he was going to meet with, trying to discern any remarkable characteristics that could identify them while being sure to extract as much information of the situation as he could. Mikhail already had some suspicions that Bellinar might be either betraying the group or selling information about them, but the moment he spoke to one of the man, whom apparently was the 'boss' of the place, the possibility of Bellinar being working for the enemy became even stronger.

As the conversation between Bellinar and the man continued, with the latter giving Mikhail enough information for him to fully grasp what was going on, Mikhail couldn't help but feel irritated. Not only he never liked to work with a group due to these exact type of problems, having someone disrupting his plans was incredibly annoying. The man, who revealed himself as Ahmar, apparently was working for a client, whom for some reason preferred to have Faeril alive, although the former didn't seem too worried in simply taking her head to his client if Bellinar proved to be too much of an issue due to his greed. With Ahmar now having all the information about Faeril and her group that he needed in order to act, it was just a matter of time before he and his men made their move, which made the situation even more urgent.

Having already listened what he needed to listen and gathered enough information, Mikhail headed for the exit, trying his best to not be noticed. Although it was part of his own rules to never leave any loose ends, the fact that he wasn't working by himself meant that he couldn't simply act like he normally did and even though he wanted to eliminate Bellinar and maybe even Ahmar right now to avoid future problems, it would be better to first return to Faeril, after all, Ahmar and Bellinar, at least for now, didn't know that Mikhail, was already aware of their little scheme. Something which could be used against them, no matter how much information they had about Faeril and her group.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Ada

^{@PaulHaynek@Restalaan@AzureKnight@Rezod92}

Ada was following Ditzy a few steps behind, staying together with Nagare and Sir Reed to make sure they wouldn't get separated. In the middle of their way to the forest though, they saw a peculiar sight just before they were about to cross a bridge over a river, three wagons, being pulled by large boars, which made Ada lick her lips, remembering of the times she hunted those to eat before she met with Ozzy and went to the guild. The wagons were also being escorted by a group with Minotaurs, Lizardmen and Orcs.

Interrupting her curious observation of the monsters ahead of them, Sir Reed mentioned that they had left the forest, which made Ada assume those wagons were what they were searching for. When Sir Reed asked if there was any plan or if they would just charge towards them, Ada simply looked at him and then at the group, tilting her head, confused.

Ditzy's excitement as he mentioned his 'plan', much for both Nagare and Sir Reed's dismay, seemed to pass to Ada too, making her smile to Ditzy and nod excitedly before turning towards both Nagare and Sir Reed again, waiting for their approval. Ada watched many times other animals play fighting among themselves, so she was rather excited with the idea of doing the same.

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Freyr

^@PaulHaynek

Freyr spent most of the trip to Tulisan Forest mostly enjoying Haley's company in a truly pleasant stroll. While they did talk with each other, even the silence and the stares between them as they watched the scenery was precious to him. When Haley mentioned about the southern part of the Tulisan Forest being Varjan territory though, it made Freyr frown a bit, thinking about what she said.

"It would be good to stay away from it. Not only there were a few... problems in the guild regarding Varjo, but I wouldn't want to put you in a possibly dangerous situation." he said, thinking.

Those thoughts were soon forgotten though as they continued to walk, enjoying each other's company.

The moment they arrived on the forest's edge though, they were greeted by a... strange sight to say the least. In the very edge of the forest, almost in the middle of nowhere, a dirty man wearing rather expensive, although dirty, clothes was simply sitting besides a tree, sticking out like a sore thumb. The immediate thought Freyr had was that either he was a lost noble who spent a good deal of time away from civilization, enough to start losing his mind or... that those clothes he was wearing were stolen from someone.

Despite his silence, he was as bewildered as Haley regarding the man.

"Umm... Excuse me? Who might you be? Are you... lost?" he asked, still uncertain on how to deal with that strange situation.

Avalia

Location: Forest outside Roshmi
Time: Afternoon
Interactions: Sakura @baraquiel, Elthrael @Dezuel

Myra was perplexed by how the demoness, whom quickly introduced herself as Sakura, changed her appearance with a simple wave of her hand. With her attention briefly stolen by Sakura's disguise technique, Myra kept looking at her in amazement for a brief second before she nodded, indicating she did understand what Sakura said. According to her words, she was also looking for her friends, although Myra had no idea of what the 'rebels' were nor she saw any clock around. Focusing on what was important, she nodded again to Sakura, excitedly.

"My-ra!" she said, pointing to herself with a smile before making a serious face, almost as if she was thinking about something for a few seconds.

"Friends!" she said, nodding her head as if she understood exactly what Sakura was going through.

After Sakura finished speaking though, for some reason she cut the fruit she was eating in half and gave one of them to Myra. Taking it on her hands, a bit surprised by her gesture, she looked at the fruit. While it wasn't meat and it certainly wouldn't be as fulfilling as it for her, she had already seen a few of those in the forests she been through. It was sweet, juicy and crunchy.

Smiling back to Sakura, Myra took the half apple to her mouth and gave it a careful big in order to not spill any of it's juice. Since Sakura was also searching for her friends, Myra decided to go with her for now. Just as she began following her though, out of nowhere, a vine coming from a stranger's hand suddenly went to the half apple she was biting, making it grow back into a complete one. Startled by that, Myra gave a jump back, almost letting go of the apple in the process as she plucked it from the vine, sniffing it a few times, warily, before she finally gave it a small bite just to be sure it was still a normal apple.

Taking one more glance to the strange male fairy that had appeared from the crowd, she looked at him with a wary expression as he approached her. While he didn't appear to be dangerous, the way he approached her so suddenly did make her a bit scared.
Myra continued looking at him, as he asked what she was searching for.

"Friends." she replied, pointing towards Sakura, realizing just now that she was already walking away.

Looking to Sakura, to the male fairy and then Sakura again, she blinked a few times before walking to where she was, not before looking back to see if the male fairy was following her. She was still a bit wary of him but he offered to help her and didn't seem to want anything bad, which was the reason why Myra wasn't outright trying to get away from him.

Getting near Sakura again, Myra found her pressing her back against the wall as she looked towards the center of the plaza, where the sound had came from earlier. Sakura's expression was a bit strange and Myra had no idea of why or even what she was doing. Instead of imitating her though, Myra simply stood right in the open, looking at Sakura as she tilted her head in confusion before giving a glance back at the strange fairy that had approached her earlier.

Avalia

Location: Forest outside Roshmi
Time: Afternoon
Interactions: Aklenroth @Alivefalling, Sakura @baraquiel

Myra was still searching for Artemis and Darius when she and Mathis met a slightly familiar face. A strange light elf that Myra had a very bad feeling about and remember seeing his face somewhere. Wary due to his presence, Myra went behind Mathis, trying to pull him for them to leave. She didn't know why she had such a bad feeling or who exactly was that light elf... Not until she heard his words. His orders sounded... strange to Myra. More strange was how Mathis followed his orders without questioning, mindlessly walking away almost as if something was dominating him. That was already strange, but the words he used finally connected everything. Her eyes opening wide in fear as she realized what was going on.

The Morteum... The Necropolis... Mathis... was just a lie... wasn't he? She had already seen that sharp eared man before in the ball too... And she knew exactly who he was...

Before Myra could react though, he grabbed her by the neck, staring deep into her eyes, unfazed by her growls, hissing or her futile attempts to struggle against him. No matter if she tried to use her claws or even her tail, neither his grasp nor his feet would even budge. His words cut deep into her mind as he spoke with a terrible smile on his face. The moment he pressed his finger against her forehead, she could feel the cold, terrible touch as she began losing strength, gradually getting harder and harder for her to keep awake. Again he spoke, saying that she would forget everything about 'him', using a name Myra knew that was not his own. A lie, just like Mathis. Despite what was happening, Myra still struggled, a mix of fear and hate on her expression as her growls and hisses became quieter and quieter, her eyes slowly closing until she could see only Vaeril... no... Aklenroth, and then... nothing, as she fell on the ground, unconscious.

Myra woke up after some time, after feeling something touching her. At first it was a single touch, but then it began again, nudging her and touching her sides, until a loud horn rang, alarming her and making her wake up, suddenly jumping up, as she looked around confused and in a low posture, feeling threatened and afraid. She remembered coming here to the port to search for her friends with... someone... but why was she unconscious on the ground? Something happened, but what? Did they meet another person? Why she couldn't remember anything...? And more importantly, who was the strange demon woman looking at her? She didn't seem dangerous, especially the curious way she was looking at her while she ate an apple. Slowly calming down, as much as she could being surrounded by so much noises and different smells, her posture changed to a normal one as she looked to the woman, just as curious about her as she was about Myra herself.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Ada

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Ada watched as the other members started to choose among the notes in the board. Having already seen them doing it before, she had an idea of how things worked already. She watched Ditzy taking one of the requests and going on his way with a big smile on his face and almost considered following him, until she heard Haley calling her name.

Turning towards the siren, Ada looked at her, tilting her head as she heard what she had to say carefully. The moment she ended and Ada realized that she wanted to take her with them, she turned towards the group Haley was talking about and then to Haley again, with a smile on her face and nodding her head excitedly, a clear indication that she was ready to go.

She didn't understand why Sir Reed seemed to be so mad about them going though as he scolded the rest of the party. Maybe he wanted to go too? Going nearby Sir Reed, Ada gently grabbed his hand, pointing towards the group and giving it a little pull, before looking towards him and tilting her head in confusion. If he was mad because they didn't invite him, he would be happy if Ada did, right?

After she did that though, Ditzy turned towards her, patting her on the head and asking if she wanted to play with the lizardmen, mentioning that they were both fast and strong just before Nagare looked to her, saying that they should both go help Ditzy. Excited with the idea, Ada let go of Sir Reed's hand, Nodding her head energetically to both Ditzy and Nagare before giving a small jump of happiness.

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Freyr

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Freyr still had a discreet smile on his face, remembering how adorable Haley's reaction was upon waking up. He would be sure to let her sleep a bit more and just keep cuddling her a bit before waking up the next day. Turning his attention towards the request that Ditzy had taken, Freyr raised an eyebrow, especially seeing what Nagare had said, trying to warn Ditzy.

"That will be... problematic... Maybe you should get another one, Ditzy." he said, looking to Ditzy. Ditzy wasn't weak, but he was still too innocent and certainly liked to fight. Who knew what the female monster warriors would do to him.

"I do agree someone should go to help Ditzy, but maybe it would be better for it to be a woman?" he asked, turning to Haley, a bit in doubt if he really should go.

When Sir Reed began talking, Freyr couldn't help but agree with him, although he was a bit... taken aback by the what Sir Reed told that might happen, even more so for Haley's reply, which made him immediately go to her side and gently embrace her.

"I love you Haley. No one else." he said, in a low tone to her, a bit embarrassed by the words he was saying himself, though that didn't make them any less true.

"We can still go to help Ditzy if you want but... Maybe we should get another request? Like that one... It doesn't sound as... 'risky' as the one Ditzy took..." he said, pointing towards the request named "The Great Horizon 3" one.

The moment he said that, Nagare turned towards both him and Haley, mentioning that she was happy that they became a couple. No matter if she became aware of that fact by Sir Reed's words or his small public display of affection, it still made him happy, although a bit embarrassed.

"Thanks, Nagare. I am really lucky to have met her." he said with a small smile as he let go of Haley, still holding her hand though.

Listening to Ditzy's reply to Sir Reed's words, it became obvious he had his mind set on going to that particular request. Even though the reasons he gave were honestly quite good, it would be still a complicated request for a male.

"Besides... Ada seems to like the idea of playing with the Lizardmen too. Although I'm a bit worried of letting the two go by themselves..." Freyr said, chuckling at how innocent both Ditzy and Ada were.

"It would be good if someone a bit more... responsible... could go with them." he said, chuckling as he looked to Nagare.

"The decision is still yours, Haley. I am happy as long as you're happy." he said with a sweet smile as he looked to her.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Winton

Mikhail heard Dareen and Fatima's words with a rather grim expression as they discussed if there was another possibility, maybe a way to trick Dorothea... Something which was highly unlikely, having in mind how hard it was being trying to hide from her. Interestingly enough, after giving her brief input, Fatima stated her desire to retire herself to rest, although she did request Sybl's presence with her, which was a bit strange.

Turning his attention towards Saetan as he started speaking about the band around his throat, Mikhail quickly had his suspicions confirmed. Tricking someone like Dorothea would be incredibly difficult, especially on this particular situation, seeing how thorough she was regarding Saetan.

"I didn't think it would be simple... But it has far exceeded my expectations how complicated the situation we are in." he said, sighing.

"Dorothea was... quite thorough in her small 'leash'. I honestly have no idea on how to bypass it. But again, I am not the one taking any decisions." he said, shaking his head. Something about the way he formulated that phrase would make others question themselves if Mikhail would really be bothered by such genocide though...

With their small 'reunion' being mostly over after Denvar's closing words, Mikhail was about to go rest himself, until he noticed something that drew his attention. A noticeable volume on Bellinar's back pocket which wasn't there before. Due to the types of people he worked with, Mikhail knew very well that money almost always was trouble. Especially if one didn't know it's origins. Knowing that a direct confrontation would lead nowhere with the lack of proof and knowledge he had right now, Mikhail decided to postpone his rest, waiting a bit before going out himself and using his sight shield, following Bellinar to keep an eye on him.