Anderiel

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Rhys - Doniaeth 'Arc Workshop'

As the flow of people entering his vacant place of work grew, the boy continued to scan the 'less than normal' people one by one. His curious eyes shifted from individual to individual, absorbing their appearance as a first impression and acting accordingly to it.

"Eh- ah- there's more than I thought. Well, I'm Rhys, some of you might know me, others might not. N-nonetheless you're all here for the same reason I'd assume, the creatures that appeared on the battlefield, the flier recruiting some braves to face them... If I'm wrong, please don't hurt me."

Rhys continued to pace from one end of the room to the other, his leather boots lightly kicking small bits of metal across the room as he did so. An ARC seeming more bird-like than reptilian quickly fluttered over the boy, landing on his shoulder and began to play a variety of melodies. This seemed to calm the overwhelmed kid down, he stood, facing the group and smiling brightly. He quickly made his way to a small shelf near the entryway to the Metals Room, a plated iron door that seemed to be reinforced quite heavily. Pulling from the shelf a sheet of paper which bore the insignia of each nation at it's back. Rhys read the paper to himself, quietly under his breath as he approached the group, then, as he reached a few feet in front of them the clockwork ARC on his shoulder scooped the paper from his hands holding it within the creation's beak as the boy read.

"In two days, each nation will send volunteers to the dormant battlefield. While the ceasefire that has been established is active, none of the voluntary parties, regardless of background, may harm one another throughout the duration of this period. The sole enemy will be the unknown monsters that have appeared, one is solely the main priority, being the large creature that appeared within the active warzone and caused discord for each of the nations while in combat. There are no special conditions for those who partake in this venture, the rate in which you annihilate this threat is advised to be quick and thus the quicker you return, the larger the reward's sum will be."

After the boy spoke the containing words of the paper, a flicker came from the bird's mouth causing the corner of the parchment to ignite, the small flame trailing down the words and leaving nothing left but fragments and ash. As a small white and grey pile formed below him, the ARC flapped a wing quickly sending the residue into the air.

"Now, any questions?"

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Zhong - Thao 'Crimson Barracks'

Near the center of Thao, walking distance of the Empress' fortress and just beyond the riverbend is the Crimson Barracks. Here, the finest of Thao's military meet for strategic meetings, conferences, and other events that are needed to be within the capital. But today was a different event, the great General sat in the building alone, in silence, waiting for any kinsmen to open the door and volunteer for the task at hand. But there were none, and instead of waiting, he fell into a trance state.

The general didn't question if someone would come, but instead wondered why those who were interested took their time getting information on the matter. Or maybe this was overthinking things a bit much, the general had always been an inquisitive person, though still having doubts about the whole ceasefire. Commotion could be heard outside the barracks doors, there was no need to check, they would eventually make their way into the building.

A pair opened the wooden doors, entering the statue's domain, rather loudly to be precise. Fortunately the man seemed familiar, though not identifiable to be honest, nor was the girl who accompanied him. As they approached the general they quickly stated their reasoning for being there, why else would they flippantly approach him?

"Ah-yes, we'll wait for any other voluntary bodies. Once we have a few more we'll begin the explanation of this task."

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"Seems like that's the last of you. Cel, seal the doors please, we can't have anyone outside listening in on us."

"Yes sir."

The white-robed girl stepped away from her fellow robed colleagues, making her way down the cathedral and towards the great doors of the church. On her way she waved at the armored soldiers known as the Jaegers, the white-haired girl who seemed a bit distant, Lady Esther sitting on the bench, the Grand Master Savaniel who appeared in a strange way, and finally, as she reached the end to the foreign man by the door. With a snap of her fingers, a faint blue glow resonated from the entrance, humming with mana and causing the face of the church to briefly vibrate.

"Doors are sealed sir."

"Thank you Cel. Now to business, the reason you're all here.. Is of course..."

"You're taking too long."

"Oh Roza, I'm glad you're here.. I was worried that no 'actual' women would be here."

"Save it Alex.. Now, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... More than I expected.

"Quite a diverse bunch as well." as Alex said this he shot a questioning look towards the Thao in the near the entrance.

The gruff man sat upon the bench near the font of the cathedral, pulling from a leather bag at his side a paper which bore the seal of Doniaeth, Thao, and Kaien. Uncrumbling the less-than well kept paper he cleared his throat and began to read from the script.

"In two days, each nation will send volunteers to the dormant battlefield. While the ceasefire that has been established is active, none of the voluntary parties, regardless of background, may harm one another throughout the duration of this period. The sole enemy will be the unknown monsters that have appeared, one is solely the main priority, being the large creature that appeared within the active warzone and caused discord for each of the nations while in combat. There are no special conditions for those who partake in this venture, the rate in which you annihilate this threat is advised to be quick and thus the quicker you return, the larger the reward's sum will be."

Alex then rolled the script back into it's proper form, pressing it's seal closed and returning it to his bag. He looked to the group before him, and then to Roza who seemed to be giving a concerned look to those who had arrived. Flipping some stray hairs from her face, she paced towards her old friend nodding at him in a ploy for attention.

Two days. If they had the strongest of the Kaien military, they could probably clean up all those unknown monsters in the same amount of days. But for some reason, he didn't see anyone that was noticeably stronger than himself. Curious. During a ceasefire, it wasn't like those other knights had anything better to do, nor was it much of a secret that there was such a mission. So why the secrecy? A little curious. A little pointless. But he didn't ask about that, because he didn't care in the end. There were only nine volunteers in the end, fighting for a reward that wasn't previously advertised.

Catching Roza's expression as she nodded towards him, Savaniel asked, as he sat down on one of the pews of the church, "Worried about that monster? Some have said that it's stronger than your summons."

"Worried? I'm a bit concerned with this group's well-being. And whoever told you that is thick, Theia and Hyperion are not on the same level as these monsters, nor are they similar in any way."

Directing his gaze towards the mercenary and white-haired woman nearby the entrance, the Grand Master shrugged, "Surprised that you didn't issue an 'unofficial' request for the Priestess's Guard to participate though. Would have avoided depending on those nationless independents and Paladins."

"What was that about Paladins?" Esther rose from her seat, the plate armor clanking against the marble as she stepped towards the two who had been speaking to eachother.

"Ah, Lady Esther Umholtz.. Didn't notice you over there, did your head get bigger?" Shot Roza as she offered the woman a sinister look, squinting her eyes and averting her vision from the woman who clearly wanted to announce her presence.

Umholtz? Another noble family, as expected of a Paladin. Her armor was well crafted, and her spear had the feeling of a virtue. But said armor was also TOO unmarked, as if it had never been in a massive battle before. Made sense. Esther was a young lady, legible for marriage. Probably just working as a Paladin to up her 'pedigree'. Probably just partaking in this job to get a better reputation amongst potential suitors. Roza though, seemed to have some history with that Paladin.

"Paladins are elite soldiers that are only elite because they are nobles, no? A rather unproven group of knights, if I say so myself. But if you may, list off your accomplishments, Lady Umholtz. It would be helpful to assess whether you are stronger or weaker than me."

Most likely the latter, but Savaniel had enough restraint to keep quiet about that.

"Hey Roza... Is he an inbred? Or is he just looking to get his teeth knocked in?" asked the female paladin, who's habit of turning red-faced when getting 'pissed off' came to light on all of those partaking in this conversation.

"Neither, he's one of my own.. And I'd rather you not threaten my guards Esther. For both of our sake." Roza giggled after this remark, looking at Esther as she shook in anger, the vein again visible on her forehead.

"Oh, that reminds me. You two haven't met- Sav, my knight, this is Esther Umholtz.. A friend of mine, or rather, the younger sister of an equal. Essie, this is Savaniel Volduriaz, a Grand Master of our military and should be respected as such. Though in defense of her... Sav, Esther isn't your ordinary paladin, she's the 2nd ranked Valiant in their order, which puts her directly below her sister." Roza seemed to hide some venom in the last words of her speech, muffling a snicker into her robe's sleeve and darting her eyes at Esther.

"Yeah-yeah, second is close enough to where I want to be. Speaking of, you know she's planning on retiring soon? Sis wants to settle down and have a family, while she can, so she can have a different lifestyle other than war... I don't blame her to be honest, and grandma scolds her about finding a man as much as me." The tone of the girl seemed more somber than before, almost sad at the reality she spoke of.

Second ranked Valiant...it was an acceptable rank. Perhaps actually useful? He never really bothered to understand the convulted ranking system of Paladins anyways. Too many double standards related to your lineage and prestige. Presumably, it was good though. At least, if one assumed that Esther's older sister was also equal to Roza in strength. Bowing slightly in a show partly of respect and apology, Savaniel said, "My apologies, Lady Umholtz. It appears that you are an exception in the ranks of the Paladins."

"That said, I'm surprised that the Umholtz family allows their daughters to find their own husbands. Is it not an accepted practice for noble families to arrange profitable marriages?"

"Yeah, it's supposed to.." Laughed Roza, her shroud falling from her head as she grasped her stomache letting a numerous amount of loud cackles.

"Yeah, the last guy my dad had arranged left our estate with a broken nose and a swollen eye. Noble men aren't very chivalrous, regardless of name and title. Anyway, I overheard my captain speaking about the monsters, or I think I did, probably was half asleep or something. He said that it was a lot bigg-."

"It was not bigger than my summons.. Enough, Alex, wrap this up."

"Ah-yes... Alright, before the sealed doors are unbound, does anyone have questions?"

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""Last day to post you plebs.""

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Wow, you just made an age and weight insult at the same time.
Well played my friend, well played.

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There's nothing to fear.
Small german boy.

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Sky's just upset because we nerfed his time-wimmenz to the ground.

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Or Rode not responding to anyone and being his usual elitist self.

☄FDE☄ [Accepted] Character Bin

Theme
Battle Theme
Theme of Nolox

Name:
Drana Spitel

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Nation of Origin: Donaeath

Persona:
Cold-blooded, barbaric, vagrant...
Drana Spitel is an individual who cannot maintain a good track record within any sensible city for very long. There is just some inherent aspect to her very nature that drives her to break the rules' bones so badly that a farmer inevitably has to mercy-kill the law itself. It is this completely indifferent attribute that has allowed her to survive homelessly for so long, even moreso against the creatures of god that she so revels in slaughtering. Drana is accommodating at times, being quite open to experience and having little qualms with sharing any aspect of her life with complete strangers; why should she distrust them? They would die if they fucked with her, after all. A wanderer with no inhibition to hold her back from spontaneous bouts of success of comfortable living, Drana is the centipede that crawls from the dark corner to dark corner.

Equipment:

Nolox - The vile creature is considered a tool for Drana to use at her disposal, and as a recipient of many insults and rantings. Intimidating as he is, to Drana he is moreso a punching bag than anything else. Despite this, Nolox is quite the terrible force, being quite adept at navigating dense urban environments and with stealth -especially in the cover of darkness under night or under ground. Being a vampede, Nolox displays a number of powers himself including enhanced regeneration, night-vision, toxic strikes, nd toxin immunity. His size alone is formidable enough, and with countless blade-like legs, he can rip common men to shreds.

Tiger Claws - Drana possesses a pair of long-bladed tiger claw fist weapons, with each unit sporting two individual blades.

A seemingly indispensable number of cigarettes.

Ability/Magic/Technology:

Essence of the Vampede - Having ingested the venom glands of a powerful vampede and lived through sheer force of will and domination, Drana has adopted the powers of a terrible amalgam made by misguided science. Having integrated with her body, Drana enjoys several benefits including increased physical strength and toughness, as well as the ability to see perfectly in any level of darkness. Her saliva has become a toxic substance with an LD50 mimickign that of batrachotoxin. The toxin affects the nervous systems of those it afflicts, causing painful muscle spasms, paralysis, and eventually death if left untreated. Much like her partner, Drana also features enhanced regenerative capabilities, able to regain lost limbs over the course of a few days. Blood loss nevertheless still affects her as per the norm.

A more disturbing effect of the vampede organ integration, however, is her ability to spontaneously create centipede-like limbs in place of arms that can extend several dozen feet. Their foremost claws can deliver toxins directly, as well as grab objects or smash through fortified structures. These particular limbs enjoy near-instant regeneration.

In addition, Drana is immune to nearly all forms of poison and toxin, save for magically-created species. In fact, she possesses the ability to ingest particular substances and integrate them into her vile bites and strikes.

Additional Info:

Nolox is a vampede, an accidentally created monster that had escaped its creators clutches (after massacring the facility) and wreaked havoc in the borders of Daear before being subjugated by Drana. Nolox appears as an immense centipede with a more humanoid head than an insectoid one. His body reaches nearly thirty feet long, and sports a disturbing number of steely, blade-like legs along its length. Noxol's foremost pair of legs can inject a lethal poison, as well as suck the fluids from his victim's bodies.

Indeed, he is a fusion of the Daear ploys at creating a vampire, and a centipede. Thinking himself some noble creature, Noxol dons a rather large tattered cape over his "shoulders" and speaks with a flair few commonfolk can decipher. Well-versed in the ways of necromancy, Noxol was feared as a sort of lich in the towns he haunted; at nights, the vampede would scurry from his bottomless tomb to feed upon the living before enthralling the bodies he left in his wake. Now practically enslaved by Drana, he has since forgone such grandiose behavior. Incapable of defeating Drana himself, Noxol was forced to obey her orders, both out of fear and necessity.

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"How gaudy. You call this interesting? I've seen four year old children with more terrifying abodes." Drana stood amidst an unnerving mist that crawled across the walls and floor, obscuring the countless arched tunnels that bore their way into them. It seemed more like the focal dumping point of a sewage system than the domain of a vampiric lord; only the coldness and blue-tinged atmosphere had averted such gross interpretations, ultimately. A deep groan reverberated from within the cloud, obviously more annoyed than fearsome.

"Your insolence is getting on my nerves, human. You may have torn your way through scores of pitiful undead that could barely crawl out of their own graves, but your rampage ends here," the mechanical, crackling voice responded. Drana reached into her pants pocket and retrieved a small white note, reciting it with an apathy that would get any royal messenger sentenced to the guillotine.

"The ugly vampire has been found guilty on too many accounts to count. Some include the unneeded enthralling of cows, and proceeding to tip them, demands for weekly maiden sacrifice," Drana looked up from her note to the invisible entity beyond and rose an eyebrow, "You have some bad taste I must say. The town is quite lacking." She continued with the note, "Unwanted dumping of undead in the local orphanage, using your thralls to steal material from the quarry to build poorly-representative statuettes, and general tomfoolery." Drana paused for a long moment, scanning over the note quite carefully before flicking it to the side.

"You're a fucking idiot, you know that right?" she groaned, as if it were her problem to deal with.

"Aaah! Silence!" the monster screamed back. The clouds suddenly dispersed to reveal a winding body covered in metal plating and ripped blue cloth. At its head, a masked and scarred metal visage stared down at Drana with spiteful, darkened eyes. The centipede's legs rippled like a wave where the creature had reared up, towering over the human standing before it. "You die here," it claimed. Lashing out with viper-like speed, the centipede monster slammed its foremost talons into the spot where Drana had jumped from.

Stepped aside, really, would have been a better term. Drana apathetically turned to the temporarily paused beast and readied her fist.

"What can you do against my armo-GAH!" the creature screamed bloody murder as Drana quite literally punched a hole into the side of its chest. Her arm was doused in orange blood that dripped copiously from the wound, with more of it gushing plentifully as she gripped the structure held within. A sickening crunch, tear, and Drana pried some tissue from the monster's innards. By then, she had already drowned herself in the creature's ichor. Recoiling in pain, the centipede eventually came through and had begun to laugh heartily.

"The blood in your eyes will kill you, surely," it proclaimed, hunched over at the point Drana had entered. Unfettered, Drana simply eyed the bulbous organ she gripped in her barely visible hand. A sudden spark in her eyes, and the grin that accompanied it confused the vampede. "Wait- what are you doing-" Voraciously, Drana tore into the sac with her mouth, devouring as much of the gore as she could like some starved crow into the body of a tortured war criminal. She quickly gagged, but maintained a steady pace, failing to hack up the undoubtedly toxic material she was voraciously consuming. "You're fucking insane!"

Within but minutes, the large sack of meat had been fully ingested, leaving but a few trails of gore splattered on the wet stone below. Cracking her knuckles, Drana cemented the surety that this so-called vampire lich centipede was about to loose tenure.

"Your title is too long, shitface."

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Skyswimsky said
I talk XIV with him in private cuz we are the only two playing in the EH-Room :3

The EH-Room sounds like a fancy club.

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Click This said
Don't worry, you're not missing out on much. It's just LoL, every day all day.

No room for XIV?