Today as well, She woke up on a bed,her bed. No matter how many years passed, that simple fact can still baffle her to no end. They say that not waking up to whipping and screaming is normal, but to her, that still seemed...false,somehow. She really couldn't get her mind around it.
She disregarded the though with practiced ease, as she did every other time. No sense pondering over it, that was just how things were.
As she got off the bed, she noticed how late it actually was. She was gonna miss breakfast time if she needed to prepare. A bath would be nice, but food would be better.
"Eh, i can always use the old method" her thoughts wandered, her habits took control once more.
She reached for her blade
A quick clean later, she was now watching an overly excited Gwen talking about how she had finally liquidized lacrima, though we all knew that it in itself wouldn't accomplish much...She knew, right? You can never be too sure with Gwen.
To be fair to her, Ours and Zeire Alchemies are quite dissimilar... could it be she doesn't understand the difference? Improbable, she probably just wished to learn a new thing to quell her voracifous need for new knowledge.
Oh, Ayuna...wouldn't it be cool if your Dojo could use more style? It certainly looks creepy, who the heck picks black walls and white matting! You're gonna scare a lot of people, or is it because the mats are white because you wanna see them bleed?
Her musing where interrupted by the object of her thoughts itself.
"Gwen,dear, you should know by now that it being "creepy" and scary is a design choice i made. Helps with bringing the true self of someone out, if they think they aren't gonna see tomorrow. Though i must admit..." And here she couldn't help the small smile that overcame her lips
The white flooring is exactly for that reason.Seeing the aftermath after a training session...why, it's almost like we are artists painting an empty canvans, don't you agree? Why, just thinking about it was making her wish for a spar, maybe Gwen would be up for it since she's seemed so interested?
Which reminds me, I'm going on am S-Class Mission with Eris. Wanna come along?"
Shaking herself out of her reverie,and taking a second to recenter herself, she responded.
"Oh, sure. It's been a while since i've gone on a decent mission, wouldn't mind the change of pace"
”I wouldn’t be helping much in an S-rank mission, but tell me, what will you need for that quest? You have to be well stocked for an S quest.”
She wondered. She was pretty self-sustaining, so she never needed much.And she knew next to nothing about the mission, so she didn't even know what to expect.
"Besides enough liquid to fill my Jug...Do you have any blood replenishing potions in stock? Turning towards Gwen she continued "You know what's the mission about?So that we can see what to take with us?
D.O.B X774·Jun·14 | Age 19 y.o | Guild Fenix Tear | Type Independent | Race Human
𝕴𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖞 Definitely not a Masochist
At first glance, if one were to see Ayuna, they would see a Caring and Compassionate person, who tries their best to cheer you up in your darkest moments.
Those that know her however, know an additional part of her. She believes that Suffering and Hardship are the true cornerstone of growth. Pain and Adversity aren’t only obstacles to overcome, but the true crucible from which one can better themselves.
On one hand, she will offer compassion,comfort you when you are at your lowest, While with the other she pushes you to face your troubles head-on.
This is most true for herself as well, she doesn’t shy away from challenges and hardship, as she sees them as a possibility for growth.
Has a bad habit of biting her cheek or tongue when she's stressed or anxious. She also has a quite literal blood thirst, which does not help to beat the Vampire allegations.
𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 The first thing she remembers was a dark, damp ceiling, shortly followed by a robed man giving her a Tome and a Command. Learn or Die.
And so she Learned. The tome told her of the power of her own blood, how it could be used, manipulated,multiplicated. She learned how to transume other liquids, then how to crystallize her blood into Crystals.
She Learned the taste of blood, how it’s salty,metallic feeling centered and focused her.
She Learned how to fight with the Blood. How to minimize her own blood loss. How to kill.
She learned about her existence, how it was doomed to end on their whims.
She learned about pain, and how much it takes to break a person. And how far it can bring you shall you overcome it.
She learned about defiance, how to reject her fate and create her own.
She learned that the robed men were all weak, far weaker in their Alchemy.Unlike herself, who had to endure, they had stagnated in comfort.
And so, as she emerged from the darkness she was held for the first time, she saw light. Not the light of the sun, as it couldn’t compare to the sight of paradise she witnessed. Azuria stood in her full glory, wreaths of fire shrouding her as if a goddess of fire descended into earth. She asked to follow her on the spot.
Life in Fenix Tear was...different. No death-lines, no impromptu "learning lessons", a nice bed instead of a cold slab. The difference between living standard was grating. If she were to be honest, she hated it at the time. It felt like they were coddling her, as if she couldn't take it.
As if in spite, she always tried to get or join the most difficult requests, both as a way for her to grow ever foward, and as a way to "pay" for the way they treated her.
It took almost a year of brooding before she truly understood that this was the standard, and not some privilege heaped on her. From there, her mood changed drastically, becoming far more cordial and friendly with the guild-members.
That was four years ago. Now Ayuna is a full member of Fenix Tear, Helping where she can and trying to props it’s members to new heights.
𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖘
Class: Alchemist | Origin: 2nd | Deck: Mana | Ethos: Man
Glazing Rank: A
Grade: A++
Affinities Moon | Ice
Magecraft Alchimia Sanguinis - Blood-Make An alchemy that is as Narrow as it is Versatile. The Alchemists use their own blood as the Catalyst for their transmutations in exchange for a boost in power. Can become dangerous to the user if used for long enough without proper precautions. Equivalent Exchange Practioners of Alchimia Sanguinis become more in tune with the blood flowing within their veins, and it's desire to flow freely. Practioners attain masochistic tendencies, a slight taste for blood, and an utter disregard for their own wounds. Furthermore, they have a slight urge to spill their own blood, which become worse and worse the longer the practioner does not do so.
Alchimia Sanguinis: Proliferate A Drop of Ayuna’s blood, spilled in any liquid can quickly transmute it into more of her blood. Unfortunately, this spell quickly loses efficiency the greater the difference between the liquid and the blood, so she can only convert so much at a time.
Alchimia Sanguinis: Crystallize Ayuna shapes and solidifies her blood in any way she desires, creating useful constructs for her to utilize. While not as sturdy as other such creations, blood constructs have the upside of both being expendable and being the focus from which Ayuna cast her Alchemy. This makes her prefer to go with quantity over quality, and then utilizing the scattered blood to renew the offensive.
Alchimia Sanguinis: Expugnatio Ichori
Ayuna Greatest Spell. She collects all her spilled and transmuted blood, and then launches it into the sky, before it descends like rain. Everything touched by the red rain is in the range of Ayuna’s Alchimia Sanguinis. Scales with the amount of blood used to cast it, and it gets a boost if it’s raining or storming, as Ayuna can then transmute the water raining down.
Maledictus Alchimia Rituum Less an actual School of Alchemy, and more the Rituals Ayu has created. Utilizing Curse, They can be powerful,Dangerous Things, and such things never come cheap.
Equivalent Exchange Using Curse isn't good for the Long-Term Health of the body or, more crucially, the Soul. Fortunately, it is a resilient thing, capable of bouncing back from most everything. Unfortunately, High Usage of Curse Sap at it in a way few things can. Unless truly egregious amounts were used, bouncing back is possible, but it is both a slow and painful affair.
Alchimia Sanguinis: Porta Cruor
Using the inherent connection to her own blood, Ayuya is able to briefly connect two points which have a great concentration of her blood together. Creating a portal evaporates the blood used to create it on both sides, and to use this spell for long distances, a full-on Sigil and Ritual connecting the two points is needed.
Alchimia Sanguinis: Extrudtio Falsae Sui
Created after seeing Thought Projections in action, It is but a mere mimicry of the real thing. All you need is Blood, spilled in a double Helix pattern, the appropiate runes for Extracting,Connecting and holding the "Self", and enough Curse to power the whole ritual. Should you succed, an Imperfect clone of yourself should Arise. Any Physical weakness or Emotional Numbing is completely normal, as that's the "Self" that's been transferred to the clone. You should be able to feel what the clone feels and viceversa, even if somewhat more muted. Remember to Cycle your clones periodically! Don't want them to actually develop sentience and personality now, would we?
Mutuum Tempestas; Pluvia Chorus
Ayuna,Seeing Gwen, decided that her habit of learning other disciplines could be useful, if tempered in it's impulse. Unfortunately, She didn't hold the same talent as Gwen in this regard. What she did have, however, was the ability to use Curse, and an high disregard for her own health. Taking inspiration from Storm magic, she was able to create a ritual to invoke a part of it. Specifically, the ability to manipulate the wheater to make it rain.
The aptly named "Rain Dance", is just that. A ritualistic Dance that, when supplied with Curse and correctly done, is able to make it rain in the area surrounding the caster. Fortunately for the caster, the Rain Dance still permits them movement, Unfortunately, as Rain Dance are wont to be, it takes a long time to actually finsih casting.
Holdercraft
The Sacrificial Dagger An old ornate knife, scavenged from the corpse of her captors. Enchanted for sharpness so that her self inflicted wounds are both easier to make and far less prone to tearings. Jug of Holding A Simple, unassuming jug with a strap for easier carrying. Has been enchanted to be able to hold far more liquid than it's size would suggest.
Advancery Healing | Storm | Jutsu Shiki
Talentstree
Medical Bodily Alchemy Learned when she was trying to broaden her horizon after seeing Zeire works. She can perform a battery of somewhat lenghty rituals that can heal most minor wounds and Stabilize worse cases that are beyond her skill. These rituals are something that take most of Ayuna's Attention, so as long as she's performing them she can't do much else.
She also can, if pressed, rapidly heal most injuries. Unfortunately such a thing is extremely draining and inefficient. Without rest or recuperation, she can do this three times in total, each one more draining and less effective than the last.
Blood-Dance Aka, NOT!waterbending An Hobby she has picked up in her time at Fenix Tear. An union of her Alchemical and Dancing Skills, she lets her instict move her and her blood flow freely. As she moves, so does the blood follow, cloaking her, creating imageries or just moving gracefully or forcefully. She prefer to perform her Blood-dance under the rain, as that makes her able to transmute more and more blood for her performance, and has started incorporating both Dances togheter.
D.O.B X774·Jun·14 | Age 19 y.o | Guild Fenix Tear | Type Independent | Race Human
𝕴𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖞 Definitely not a Masochist
At first glance, if one were to see Ayuna, they would see a Caring and Compassionate person, who tries their best to cheer you up in your darkest moments.
Those that know her however, know an additional part of her. She believes that Suffering and Hardship are the true cornerstone of growth. Pain and Adversity aren’t only obstacles to overcome, but the true crucible from which one can better themselves.
On one hand, she will offer compassion,comfort you when you are at your lowest, While with the other she pushes you to face your troubles head-on.
This is most true for herself as well, she doesn’t shy away from challenges and hardship, as she sees them as a possibility for growth.
Has a bad habit of biting her cheek or tongue when she's stressed or anxious. She also has a quite literal blood thirst, which does not help to beat the Vampire allegations.
𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 The first thing she remembers was a dark, damp ceiling, shortly followed by a robed man giving her a Tome and a Command. Learn or Die.
And so she Learned. The tome told her of the power of her own blood, how it could be used, manipulated,multiplicated. She learned how to transume other liquids, then how to crystallize her blood into Crystals.
She Learned the taste of blood, how it’s salty,metallic feeling centered and focused her.
She Learned how to fight with the Blood. How to minimize her own blood loss. How to kill.
She learned about her existence, how it was doomed to end on their whims.
She learned about pain, and how much it takes to break a person. And how far it can bring you shall you overcome it.
She learned about defiance, how to reject her fate and create her own.
She learned that the robed men were all weak, far weaker in their Alchemy.Unlike herself, who had to endure, they had stagnated in comfort.
And so, as she emerged from the darkness she was held for the first time, she saw light. Not the light of the sun, as it couldn’t compare to the sight of paradise she witnessed. Azuria stood in her full glory, wreaths of fire shrouding her as if a goddess of fire descended into earth. She asked to follow her on the spot.
Life in Fenix Tear was...different. No death-lines, no impromptu "learning lessons", a nice bed instead of a cold slab. The difference between living standard was grating. If she were to be honest, she hated it at the time. It felt like they were coddling her, as if she couldn't take it.
As if in spite, she always tried to get or join the most difficult requests, both as a way for her to grow ever foward, and as a way to "pay" for the way they treated her.
It took almost a year of brooding before she truly understood that this was the standard, and not some privilege heaped on her. From there, her mood changed drastically, becoming far more cordial and friendly with the guild-members.
That was four years ago. Now Ayuna is a full member of Fenix Tear, Helping where she can and trying to props it’s members to new heights.
𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖘
Class: Alchemist | Origin: 2nd | Deck: Mana | Ethos: Man
Glazing Rank: A
Grade: A++
Affinities Moon | Ice
Magecraft Alchimia Sanguinis - Blood-Make An alchemy that is as Narrow as it is Versatile. The Alchemists use their own blood as the Catalyst for their transmutations in exchange for a boost in power. Can become dangerous to the user if used for long enough without proper precautions. Equivalent Exchange Practioners of Alchimia Sanguinis become more in tune with the blood flowing within their veins, and it's desire to flow freely. Practioners attain masochistic tendencies, a slight taste for blood, and an utter disregard for their own wounds. Furthermore, they have a slight urge to spill their own blood, which become worse and worse the longer the practioner does not do so.
Alchimia Sanguinis: Proliferate A Drop of Ayuna’s blood, spilled in any liquid can quickly transmute it into more of her blood. Unfortunately, this spell quickly loses efficiency the greater the difference between the liquid and the blood, so she can only convert so much at a time.
Alchimia Sanguinis: Crystallize Ayuna shapes and solidifies her blood in any way she desires, creating useful constructs for her to utilize. While not as sturdy as other such creations, blood constructs have the upside of both being expendable and being the focus from which Ayuna cast her Alchemy. This makes her prefer to go with quantity over quality, and then utilizing the scattered blood to renew the offensive.
Alchimia Sanguinis: Porta Cruor
Using the inherent connection to her own blood, Ayuya is able to briefly connect two points which have a great concentration of her blood together. Creating a portal evaporates the blood used to create it on both sides, and to use this spell for long distances, a full-on Sigil and Ritual connecting the two points is needed.
Alchimia Sanguinis: Expugnatio Ichori
Ayuna Greatest Spell. She collects all her spilled and transmuted blood, and then launches it into the sky, before it descends like rain. Everything touched by the red rain is in the range of Ayuna’s Alchimia Sanguinis. Scales with the amount of blood used to cast it, and it gets a boost if it’s raining or storming, as Ayuna can then transmute the water raining down.
Mutuum Tempestas; Pluvia Chorus
Ayuna,Seeing Gwen, decided that her habit of learning other disciplines could be useful, if tempered in it's impulse. Unfortunately, She didn't hold the same talent as Gwen in this regard. What she did have, however, was the ability to use Curse, and an high disregard for her own health. Taking inspiration from Storm magic, she was able to create a ritual to invoke a part of it. Specifically, the ability to manipulate the wheater to make it rain.
The aptly named "Rain Dance", is just that. A ritualistic Dance that, when supplied with Curse and correctly done, is able to make it rain in the area surrounding the caster. Fortunately for the caster, the Rain Dance still permits them movement, Unfortunately, as Rain Dance are wont to be, it takes a long time to actually finsih casting.
Holdercraft
The Sacrificial Dagger An old ornate knife, scavenged from the corpse of her captors. Enchanted for sharpness so that her self inflicted wounds are both easier to make and far less prone to tearings. Jug of Holding A Simple, unassuming jug with a strap for easier carrying. Has been enchanted to be able to hold far more liquid than it's size would suggest.
Advancery Healing | Storm | Sensor
Talentstree
Medical Bodily Alchemy Learned when she was trying to broaden her horizon after seeing Zeire works. She can perform a battery of somewhat lenghty rituals that can heal most minor wounds and Stabilize worse cases that are beyond her skill. These rituals are something that take most of Ayuna's Attention, so as long as she's performing them she can't do much else.
Blood-Dance Aka, NOT!waterbending An Hobby she has picked up in her time at Fenix Tear. An union of her Alchemical and Dancing Skills, she lets her instict move her and her blood flow freely. As she moves, so does the blood follow, cloaking her, creating imageries or just moving gracefully or forcefully. She prefer to perform her Blood-dance under the rain, as that makes her able to transmute more and more blood for her performance, and has started incorporating both Dances togheter.
With her demonstration done, Fia quickly scooted over next to the man in armor. Fia had never met an oni before, and that alone caught Fia’s attention. But then when it came to his work with curses and cursed metal, she found someone truly special. Fia was aware of the possibility of cursed metal, but now she found living proof. Fia looked up at the armored oni with eagerness. Fia's eyes were as deep red as her dress, and a black ring surrounded her pupils. “You don’t have to worry about me, lovely. I would be most interested to learn more about how you wield your cursed metal.”
As the Sorceress,and wasn’t that a surprising thing, came closer to admire his armor, he couldn’t help himself but feel pride. The Scholar might have been a bastard, but the fact remains that he gave him a truly wonderful ability."I’d be more than willing to show you,Lady Sorceress.Hopefully i’ll prove to be up to your standards"
Before he could continue, the small red-head introduced herself, and his hypothesis proved half correct. For one, she was a noble, a very high ranked one at that. She did,however, seemingly come here because of her passion instead of any more pressing concerns. Being free and willing to follow what your heart tells you, she was worthy of respect for that.
The offer to bring them all to Helvetica after the expedition took him by surprise. Enough that Evelyn continued, explaining the usage of each of the items that the Roxas found. The generosity of it for one, but mostly because he never thought of it as a possible place to lay low. Though…he doesn’t have any plan after this expedition… he could try it, let himself become famous enough that nobody would try anything stupid, refuge in audacity and all that. "I might take you up on that offer, Miss Evelyn. i have heard much about Helvetica, and it seems a truly lovely place to explore."
"Does no one understand what the word investigation mean?" She set the pictures down, letting out a frustrated sigh before snapping her eyes to Gray Flame and giving him a glare as well. "FINE, FINE, fine, fine, fine!" Her magic flared around her in anger, silvery with amber flecks as it swirled and then settled. "Fine."
After Evelyn scryed the items, she scooped them back up. She paused at the bottom of the stairs, jaw clenching and unclenching. Loud enough for everyone to hear, before she disappeared; "Roxas. Healer." She then moved upstairs to put everything back. Damin might have been right, why did she bring herself on this expedition. Once upstairs, she put the chest items back, the flier on the desk and put the pendant, draft and picture back in the bedroom. She didn't come back downstairs.
But as soon as he finished, the Gray flame and Roxas discussion came to a close in a quite…Spectacular way. He could understand her frustration, after all she didn’t do anything wrong. Misunderstandings truly are a poison that slowly corrodes. Hopefully they can surpass this, and come out stronger as a party for it.
"With you by my side, Ser Forbann, we could take on an entire army! Pleased to work with you." He offered an appreciative nod, moving on to the next soon after.
Fortunately, the silence left by Roxas departure was broken by the fearless(Allegedly) old Human Knight. Looking him over, he couldn’t help but nod back"Likewise Ser Engelberd. Any army would be wise to fear us!" Misunderstandings aside, Engelberd was a fierce warrior, and he wondered who would win a fight between them.
In a fair fight, there were good chances that he would be able to take him, but he didn’t entertain the thought for more than a moment. If they truly fought to the death, The old Knight was wise enough to exploit his weaknesses to make the fight far more favorable for him.
"For me, I am Tillius Battakka." Tillius spoke, his tone seemed normal if not a bit low for an orc, but it carried underneath a gravitas befitting his status. "Unfortunately, I do not bring with me magic or technological marvels, only strength and techniques." He paused and laid a hand on his gladius to briefly indicate the gear he was using. "I was an officer in the Westernant Army, but in case you worry, I am now retired, and am merely an adventurer, just like everyone else. I am more than confident and honored to be serving with you brave comrades into the unknown."
Tillius left it as such, as he took a step back. His weird intonation in the last sentence might seem a bit out of place for an otherwise normal introduction. Maybe it was just orc speak, or military speak. But the Gray Flame might notice a glance to him from the orc afterwards.
Soon after Engelberd, the Orc spoke up. A fellow Military man, Forbann couldn’t help but stand at attention, or at least as much as he could while being seated, at his tone. He introduced himself as an officer, and he believed it, that tone was far too similar to the officers of the Tritagonian army, so much so that some old ingrained instinct came back to the fore, if only for a moment
"It’s an Honor to have you,Sir." his response was short and concise. The former officer was obviously displeased about something, most likely the misunderstanding about Roxas, and it was probably best not to aggravate him more.
His attention was once again taken by the Sorceress,Which for some reason stayed close to him for all this time,though he couldn’t tell you why. Maybe she didn’t know where to sit?
Fia Blackfire
“A bath sounds lovely.” she said, almost like she was never questioning the masked elf at all. She turned on her heel to face the tall armored oni. She clasped her hands together resting them on her cheek as she tilted her head. Fia gleefully spoke again with a sweet smile, “would you care to join me, darling? I’ll help you wash your back.”
He looked down at himself. His armor was still drenched from the thunderstorm before, which was still going strong. He himself felt wet, and now that he noticed, it was starting to become slightly uncomfortable.
Carnatia de Luson
Although...she turned to Fia, who was propositioning Forbann to take a bath together a few moments ago.
She coughed, her cheeks slightly tinged red, as she blushed, "Erm...yes, er...Lady Fia, if you have any intention of doing... ahem...licent—er..."
She stopped from saying 'licentious acts', considering the presence of Evelyn, who was but a child.
"...certain acts with Sir Forbann, then I believe it's common courtesy to have the rest of us use the facility first...yes? So if you do not mind..."
Her blush intensified at the rather awkward situation, before she composed herself by taking a deep breath, "I-In any case, I'm sure you do not mind allowing myself to use the bath first, yes?"
Certain acts? It was a bath, what would they do that would make her so nervous? Unless the Westernian bath customs were different when multiple people were involved? Well, not like it matters much, he very much doubted he could even make use of the cabin bath.
“I think you’re fine to go first, Carnatia. A bath wouldn’t go amiss, no,but unfortunately I don't think that most baths in Varenheim could fit me, especially the bath of a cabin in the middle of the woods.” he regrettably had to turn Fia offer down.
"So, unless you wish to use the thunderstorm to wash ourselves, I'll unfortunately have to decline." He joked, trying to abate any disappointment his rejection might have caused.
"I don't see that as a problem."
Came a bold, whimsical voice from the stairs. The Gray flame looked back and had his shoulder clapped by Vesemir.
"Why the tense atmosphere! Eh?" he cleared his throat and fixed his top hat before continuing. "Well. Tell ya, it' hard for me to disagree on these two young ladies' acute proposition. Why indeed *ahem* not claim them? If they are as powerful as Miss Evelyn concluded, then in my opinion, it is also a crime to leave them here in the dust while it can be used to illuminate one's why and help people." Raising his both hands like some sort of arbiter, Vesemir shifted his gaze at everyone present. "To take or not take, it is an equally right proposition. Neither of us here may claim the authority to prevent any of us from claiming such items. And if morality is still holding you back..." The archeologist took out a leather pouch from his bag and placed the clinking purse on top of the fireplace.
"Paid in full. The choice is all yours."
Well, that was one way to smooth things over. Forbann didn’t know how long such solutions would last. Hopefully enough to forge actual bonds with each others.
"Now we have finally seen eye to eye about that matter, I've something to announce to everyone," Vesemir spoke again, louder this time, not only to get everyone's attention but seemingly to deprive Gray Flame or Englebert a chance to discuss the looting kerfuffle again.
Between his speech, he pointed at the map at the table. Before gazing at Carnathia and Fia in particular.
"It is important, but I will be brief. So please stay a while and listen. It was decided that we are going to take a slightly longer detour first, toward the ruined town of Lassë and then to Ostianor slightly to the east. I think that's all for now. Any questions regarding those areas please consult with our expert, Mr. Gray Flame."
Respectfully, he beckoned at Gray Flame, who had been acting like a statue for the remainder of the exchange.
"As for now, please take a rest and don't hesitate to make good use of... well, the amenities we have."
He nodded. It was his expedition, and from what he gathered, his aim wasn’t to just reach Nuria, but to re-discover history. It only made sense to have a few stops to historically relevant places on the way.
Seems like a fine enough plan, Boss. Here’s hoping we’ll find what you want, eh?
Coming over to Roxas,still hunched thanks to his height,and sitting himself on the floor so as to be more level with everyone else, Forbann spoke softly."don't take it too hard on Engelbert. He's old for a human, and good chances are that he has those responses ingrained in him. If at least half the stories about him are true, he's probably trying to look after the party in his own way"
With that said, he spoke up for everyone to hear "that said, Engelbert idea has merit. We are gonna rely on each other for the foreseeable future, so knowing what we can do is the least we should do. Let me reintroduce myself, i am Forbann Spiser,and if my height didn't give me away, i am an Oni"
Deciding a demonstration would be best for the next part, he put an hand foward,and he Shaped his gauntlet, the metal rising in a stalk and petal blossoming in his best approximation of a rose,glittering in the flames and sometime lighting itself with the sickly glow of the curse residing within it.
"I am a ferromancer,able to shape metal however i see fit.Unlike most ferromancer, i specialized in Cursed metal, and before you worry, it's harmless to anyone i don't wish harm to as long as i'm touching it
Reshaping the metal rose back into the gauntlet, he continued
"Much like Engelbard,i would do best when in the thick of it, though i'm more specialized for attrition fights than fast ones. Furthermore, i know curses and how to deal with them, even if i must admit my methods are...brutish, to say the least.
"Indeed you are, Sir Spiser, please make yourself at home." Evelyn gestured toward the encampment, taking the initiative to invite the gentle giant into the group.
"Many thanks" He nodded to the red-headed child, and fully entered the camp. Looking around,he found a stump that looked tough enough to hold his weight, and sat himself.
Just as he was about to entretain himself with his Ferrokinesis, the masked elf came back to the now very snarky-looking child.
"Do forgive my presumptuousness, but if you're worried for my well-being, please don't. I'm very much capable of taking care of myself."
To give proof to her claim, Evelyn brandished her enchanted rapier from its scabbard, then began performing deft swordplay, showing off the results of her training, her performance further augmented by her equally-enchanted dress. She then finished off with a flourish, the tip of her sword ending up being pointed toward Gray's collarbone, "And this is but a small sample of what I can do, Sir Gray."
Her skill with the blade seemed adequate enough, even if the technique themselves were far too fancy,more akin to dueling moves. What was noteworthy though, was that a child had such skills. Is she one of those fabled prodigies?
"Your skill are quite good for one so young!" He praised, Clapping his hands, the gauntlets Clinking togheter,but he soon continued, his first thought about her presence still in his mind.
"Though, if you'd humor me, why did you join the expedition? From what i gathered, the Twilight Lands are one of the most dangerous places a person can find itself in, so you must have strong reasons to adventure there" and to help cut any anxiouness that this question might bring the young Lady, and to sprone her, he revealed his own reason.
"I myself are here on a...Vacation so to speak. I never left my homeland,you see, and with all the problems brewing there, i though a change of pace was what was needed. And this job gave me both an excuse to leave and brough me to a place that,if nothing else, should be exciting to be in and were my homeland problems can't reach me."
He wondered how he did it before, while he was in the army. Marching day after day. and to top it all off, he didn’t bring anything with him in his haste to escape. So now his feet were sore, he was hungry and sleeping on the dirt was starting to become easier, which he wasn’t sure was a good thing.
As he trudged along, the sun shining above and mildly cooking him inside his armor, he saw a commotion further ahead. A cart,tilted on the side of the road,a mule beside it and a man imprecating and a woman weeping.
They were so caught up that they didn’t even notice him closing in. After the tension most Humans feel whenever they interact with him, they told him of how something scared their mule, making it freak out and tilt the cart in its panic.
While the mule was calm now, the cart was far too heavy to put upright, and now they were stuck in the middle of nowhere, the closest city was days from there on foot.
Well, Forbann couldn’t help but feel for the couple. Helping them wasn’t too much of a bother,being an Oni does come with its advantages afterall, and in their gratitude, they offered to transport him to the next city over. Forbann’s sore feet were accepted, of course.
Over the journey, Forbann learned that the couple was going to join a caravan going to Valenheim, and when he confessed he was headed there too, the couple was quick to suggest to him to take up a job as a caravan guard,at least for the length of the journey. They could even put in a good word with the Caravan master.
Guarding the caravan wasn’t that hard, as except for one weak attempt by some bandits, the journey went smoothly. The caravan master was even cordial enough to point him where he should go to get to the rendezvous point.
Talking about it, it seemed that Vesemir was a fan of the outdoors as instead of finding himself at an inn or estate, he was faced with a camp outside the city.
Letting himself in, so to speak, he noticed that he wasn’t the first to arrive.
An orc taking the chance to sleep, an elf humming and carving, a strangely stoic human, an armored figure and a masked one together, and a man with half a goblin mask was talking to an elf that dresses as a stereotypical rich person.
And in the middle of it, a red-headed noble-looking child was seemingly speaking
. "And the same sentiment goes to all of you as well, fellow adventurers." Evelyn declared to the group in general to finish her introduction.
Though he only heard the last part, he gathered that she too, was part of the expedition. He wondered why though. The twilight land was no place for children, so she must have some reason beyond her. Maybe she escaped her noble family or something? No matter
“Well met. I’m right in assuming this is the Expedition rendezvous? If so, i’m Forbann Spiser and may we help each other in the Journey Ahead”
Name: Forbann Spiser Species: Oni Age: 112 Gender: Male Mana pool type: Container
Born in Tretagon to a family of Blacksmiths, Forbann's first 30 years of life went…relatively peacefully. While being a Non-Human in Tretagon wasn’t ideal, a combination of both their family profession and living close to other Non-Humans mitigated any racism towards them, and Forbann learned about his family trade,becoming a decent smith in his own rights.
Unfortunately, being able to supply the Tretagonian military with weapons seemingly wasn’t enough to be excluded from being conscripted when they needed more recruits for another of the countless wars that they liked to wage.
And so, for forty long years, Forbann became part of the Military, and fought in the multiple wars that the Feredin’s oh so liked to wage. He never moved far in the ranks, as his Human compatriots were always chosen before him for promotions. Fortunately, either because of his combat prowess or because they didn’t want to risk the ire of a three metal tall tower of muscles, that was most of the extent of the discrimination against him. It wasn’t the life he wanted, but Forbann could be content with it.
Then the Feredins died out and everything went to shit. Peasants would barely make it to the end of the month, skirmishes between all the factions were commonplace and all-out battle a monthly occurrence at the very least.
Forbann had it better than most, for the first couple years at least. His combat prowess guaranteed him a job in a land so rich in violence, but in between the rising tension against Non-Human communities, and general paranoia against anyone non-affiliated with their own faction, amd before even a decade passed, all the job he could find were far too distasteful for him to take.
As he was trying to think of a way out of this predicament, he happened upon a windfall,in the form of a pampleth.
“Searching for able-bodied Volunteers to further magical research! DANGEROUS! Will pay well and give both food and lodging! No Magical Knowledge Required!”
Even though Forbann thought it to be sketchy, he decided to check it out, trusting that if it was a scam, he would be able to get out of it without much problems. To his surprise, instead of a scam What he found out was a Middle-aged man that called himself the “Scholar”,no other names given,a new building that he never saw before, and exactly what the pampleth said. Food,lodging,pay, and plenty of danger. After being assessed, the Scholar said he would be perfect for his experiment involving Curses,gave him a book on Ferromancy and told him to study,before promptly leaving him in his room.
Between being continuously cursed and cleansed for “experiments”(he was never given any other explanation),and trying to learn magic for the first time, the following years went by quickly, but when he finally was adept in the magical art, the experiments shifted. Instead of being a test subject for curses, he was to try and subjugate the ones in Cursed Objects. Allegedly, the Ferromancy should give him an edge in manipulating the Curse to his Will, while his continuous exposure to curses should have given him some resistance and familiarity with them.
It took years more, but the Scholar assumption seemed to be correct. He was able to mold the Cursed Object, and the curse Itself, making them his own.
Unfortunately, after that success, things started to go downhill. The experiments became more and more inhumane(and started to involve other people beside himself), the Scholar himself seemed less eccentric and more unhinged by the day. When he tried to bring up his concern to the Scholar, he turned on him. Forbann didn’t go down without a fight, but he was brought low in the end.
He knew this was fucked beyond saving when the Scholar started to monolouge at him,about how he was gonna bring progress to everyone, how his glorious revolution will lead everyone to a better path and how he’s was gonna “Show them all!”.
Instead of being killed though, he was imprisoned,something about how he was “One of his best experiments” and how “You’re gonna come around to my vision in time”.
A couple months later and some crude attempts at “Convincing” him to willingly join the Scholar, Forbann had his chance to escape,a chance he tried to prepare for as best as he could. As the facility was attacked by some unknown forces, he broke through his bonds, weakened exactly for a moment such as this, and bee-lined it for the room most of the experiment involving him happened.
Reaching it, he easily found what he searched for. Stored there were all the previous experiments he worked on. Metallic Cursed objects, each of which he fought and won against. And even after months, that didn’t stop mattering. The Metal flowed, forming around his body in a sickly glowing shell resembling armor. Extending from his hand, a length of the Cursed Metal extended, forming a gigantic Halberd, his preferred weapon,shining with that same menacing glow.
As the process finished the glow abated,only shining occasionally, and instead of a prisoner, what was left was a warrior clad in armor, a deadly weapon in hand ready to be used against any who would oppose him.
After that, escaping proved to be relatively simple. Most of the security was occupied with whatever force was attacking the place, and what was left was no match for him. Strangely enough, he never saw whoever had decided to fight the Scholar,though the fact that he escaped through a wall instead of using the main entrance might have something to do with that.
Finally free after months, Forbann had to once again decide what to do, how to best hide from the Scholar(in case his assailants wouldn’t get him), and find a way to live.
As he was trying to think of a way out of this predicament, he happened upon a windfall,once again in the form of a pampleth.
"Looking for able-bodied brave people! Only the trustworthy, fair and those who yearn for an exciting yet perilous adventure Need apply! To aid me, Vesemir Baradin, in his journey to the Ancient City of Nuria!"
It is such a shame that we have mapped the faraway lands and realms, but not our place of birth. It is such a disgrace that we record the history of all realms and place it on the highest shelf in our library, but let our own be left in the dust. It is unacceptable that we look back at our history with disdain on our faces. -Vesemir
…He really shouldn’t trust Pamphlets after what happened the last time.
…But it would be an easy way to get far away from the Scholar, and it’s a job that 's definitely within his abilities. And to be honest, after a century, he thought that he needed a little vacation from Tetragon.
The Twilight Land are supposed to be one of the most dangerous land of the world, but it can’t be that much worse than Tetragon.
…
Right?
A Ferromancer specialized in Cursed Metal, they trade the faster, unpredictable attacks of a Ferromancer to specialize in Attrition fighting. In Between debuffing their enemies, Restoring themselves and being a pain to bring down, the Curse-Bound Ferromancer is a drain tank that’s far more trouble than it’s worth.
Steel in my soul, Iron in my veins:
As an Oni, Forbann stands almost at twice the height of an average Human. His ancestry grants him greater strength and constitution, though at the expense of being somewhat slowed down. Thanks to his profession, his heightened constitution also applies to resist most Curses, Though it isn’t quite enough to fight them off completely.
Shape Metal:
While Forbann can quickly shape metal to be combat effective, if he takes his time with it he can render the process very cost-effective, and he can Shape it in more complex forms.
Ferro-Knight:
Combining his previous military training along with his ferromantic abilities, Forbann fighting style favors heavy armaments. Armor that he can shape to soften incoming blows, and weapons with enough heft to them to be used both as a deadly implement and as a catalyst for his ferromancy. It is a ponderous style, entrusting in its ability to take a hit to dish out far more damage.
Profane Impalement:
Forbann shapes the Cursed Metal, extending it at high speed towards its target. Has a maximum range of five meters and a Cooldown of one Turn.
Command:Fragmentate
Whenever Forbann wounds a target, he can choose to fragmentate the Cursed Metal currently inside of them, leaving it inside the target. Beside being shrapnel, the Cursed Metal festers, inflicting them with the Alloying Curse. This is not subtle, as each piece of cursed metal will start glowing with a sickly light not much after entering a bod..
Has no cooldown, but can be activated only when scoring a wound, and the spell strength scale based on the wound severity.
Curse-Leech
Whenever Forbann is in contact with a target(Either Physically or with Cursed Metal), he can decide to Leech the Curse from them. Beside Cleansing the target, this Revitalizes and strengthens him,scaling with how strong was the Curse. If an enemy has Cursed Metal inside of them, Then instead of getting completely Cleansed, then they will once again be inflicted with the Alloying Curse.
Curse-Leech has a Cooldown of two turns, but proc’s automatically if a target gets killed by Forbann or his Cursed Metal.
Smithing Knowledge:
Forbann past knowledge comes in handy,as Ferromancy has some overlap with smithing, and knowing about smithing technique and practices increases a Ferromancer’s ability both in depth and versatility
Curse-binding Ritual:
With a ritual,Forbann can Curse metal with the Alloying Curse, greatly strengthening it.
This process does have the side effect of making the metal highly dangerous for anyone not resistant to curses unless actively suppressed by him.
Curse-Eater:
As a Container Type, Forbann can additionally replenish his pool by absorbing curses.Eating Cursed metal grants a higher boost,but disintegrates the metal that the Curse was bound within.
Curse-Bound Armor: While Malleable, the Armor is commonly in the form of a heavy full plate suit. Sturdier than normal thanks to being Cursed, it sometimes emits a sickly glow. Greatest concentration of Cursed Metal Forbann possesses.
Curse-Bound Weapon: While Malleable, the Weapon is commonly in the form of a gigantic Halberd, thicker than standard ones to account both for his strength and that throughout a fight he’s gonna temporarily lose pieces of it.
The Alloying Curse: Forbann’s own brand of Curse, and the one all of his equipment is haunted by. Aptly named both for the method of contracting it and its symptoms, which were described(by a blacksmith) as “Having feets like lead,skin like tin, mercury as blood, and you have to carry all of them together”. In more Physical terms, a severe affliction weakens the victim, makes them more prone to wounds and tires them.
If left untreated for enough time, the victim would first become paralyzed,as each limb starts to slowly but surely become number and number until they can’t control them anymore. Then, the Curse will start to slow the organs, until they can’t keep up with the body’s needs anymore. Death follows soon after.
Any rumors that dying by the Alloying Curse transform your body in Cursed Metal are baseless and no proof of this claim has been found.
Name: Forbann Spiser Species: Oni Age: 112 Gender: Male Mana pool type: Container
Born in Tretagon to a family of Blacksmiths, Forbann's first 30 years of life went…relatively peacefully. While being a Non-Human in Tretagon wasn’t ideal, a combination of both their family profession and living close to other Non-Humans mitigated any racism towards them, and Forbann learned about his family trade,becoming a decent smith in his own rights.
Unfortunately, being able to supply the Tretagonian military with weapons seemingly wasn’t enough to be excluded from being conscripted when they needed more recruits for another of the countless wars that they liked to wage.
And so, for forty long years, Forbann became part of the Military, and fought in the multiple wars that the Feredin’s oh so liked to wage. He never moved far in the ranks, as his Human compatriots were always chosen before him for promotions. Fortunately, either because of his combat prowess or because they didn’t want to risk the ire of a three metal tall tower of muscles, that was most of the extent of the discrimination against him. It wasn’t the life he wanted, but Forbann could be content with it.
Then the Feredins died out and everything went to shit. Peasants would barely make it to the end of the month, skirmishes between all the factions were commonplace and all-out battle a monthly occurrence at the very least.
Forbann had it better than most, for the first couple years at least. His combat prowess guaranteed him a job in a land so rich in violence, but in between the rising tension against Non-Human communities, and general paranoia against anyone non-affiliated with their own faction, amd before even a decade passed, all the job he could find were far too distasteful for him to take.
As he was trying to think of a way out of this predicament, he happened upon a windfall,in the form of a pampleth.
“Searching for able-bodied Volunteers to further magical research! DANGEROUS! Will pay well and give both food and lodging! No Magical Knowledge Required!”
Even though Forbann thought it to be sketchy, he decided to check it out, trusting that if it was a scam, he would be able to get out of it without much problems. To his surprise, instead of a scam What he found out was a Middle-aged man that called himself the “Scholar”,no other names given,a new building that he never saw before, and exactly what the pampleth said. Food,lodging,pay, and plenty of danger. After being assessed, the Scholar said he would be perfect for his experiment involving Curses,gave him a book on Ferromancy and told him to study,before promptly leaving him in his room.
Between being continuously cursed and cleansed for “experiments”(he was never given any other explanation),and trying to learn magic for the first time, the following years went by quickly, but when he finally was adept in the magical art, the experiments shifted. Instead of being a test subject for curses, he was to try and subjugate the ones in Cursed Objects. Allegedly, the Ferromancy should give him an edge in manipulating the Curse to his Will, while his continuous exposure to curses should have given him some resistance and familiarity with them.
It took years more, but the Scholar assumption seemed to be correct. He was able to mold the Cursed Object, and the curse Itself, making them his own.
Unfortunately, after that success, things started to go downhill. The experiments became more and more inhumane(and started to involve other people beside himself), the Scholar himself seemed less eccentric and more unhinged by the day. When he tried to bring up his concern to the Scholar, he turned on him. Forbann didn’t go down without a fight, but he was brought low in the end.
He knew this was fucked beyond saving when the Scholar started to monolouge at him,about how he was gonna bring progress to everyone, how his glorious revolution will lead everyone to a better path and how he’s was gonna “Show them all!”.
Instead of being killed though, he was imprisoned,something about how he was “One of his best experiments” and how “You’re gonna come around to my vision in time”.
A couple months later and some crude attempts at “Convincing” him to willingly join the Scholar, Forbann had his chance to escape,a chance he tried to prepare for as best as he could. As the facility was attacked by some unknown forces, he broke through his bonds, weakened exactly for a moment such as this, and bee-lined it for the room most of the experiment involving him happened.
Reaching it, he easily found what he searched for. Stored there were all the previous experiments he worked on. Metallic Cursed objects, each of which he fought and won against. And even after months, that didn’t stop mattering. The Metal flowed, forming around his body in a sickly glowing shell resembling armor. Extending from his hand, a length of the Cursed Metal extended, forming a gigantic Halberd, his preferred weapon,shining with that same menacing glow.
As the process finished the glow abated,only shining occasionally, and instead of a prisoner, what was left was a warrior clad in armor, a deadly weapon in hand ready to be used against any who would oppose him.
After that, escaping proved to be relatively simple. Most of the security was occupied with whatever force was attacking the place, and what was left was no match for him. Strangely enough, he never saw whoever had decided to fight the Scholar,though the fact that he escaped through a wall instead of using the main entrance might have something to do with that.
Finally free after months, Forbann had to once again decide what to do, how to best hide from the Scholar(in case his assailants wouldn’t get him), and find a way to live.
As he was trying to think of a way out of this predicament, he happened upon a windfall,once again in the form of a pampleth.
Looking for able-bodied brave people! Only the trustworthy, fair and those who yearn for an exciting yet perilous adventure Need apply! To aid me, Vesemir Baradin, in his journey to the Ancient City of Nuria!
It is such a shame that we have mapped the faraway lands and realms, but not our place of birth. It is such a disgrace that we record the history of all realms and place it on the highest shelf in our library, but let our own be left in the dust. It is unacceptable that we look back at our history with disdain on our faces. -Vesemir
…He really shouldn’t trust Pamphlets after what happened the last time.
…But it would be an easy way to get far away from the Scholar, and it’s a job that 's definitely within his abilities. And to be honest, after a century, he thought that he needed a little vacation from Tetragon.
The Twilight Land are supposed to be one of the most dangerous land of the world, but it can’t be that much worse than Tetragon.
…
Right?
A Ferromancer specialized in Cursed Metal, they trade the faster, unpredictable attacks of a Ferromancer to specialize in Attrition fighting. In Between debuffing their enemies, Restoring themselves and being a pain to bring down, the Curse-Bound Ferromancer is a drain tank that’s far more trouble than it’s worth.
Steel in my soul, Iron in my veins:
As an Oni, Forbann stands almost at twice the height of an average Human. His ancestry grants him greater strength and constitution, though at the expense of being somewhat slowed down. Thanks to his profession, his heightened constitution also applies to resist most Curses, Though it isn’t quite enough to fight them off completely.
Shape Metal:
While Forbann can quickly shape metal to be combat effective, if he takes his time with it he can render the process very cost-effective, and he can Shape it in more complex forms.
Ferro-Knight:
Combining his previous military training along with his ferromantic abilities, Forbann fighting style favors heavy armaments. Armor that he can shape to soften incoming blows, and weapons with enough heft to them to be used both as a deadly implement and as a catalyst for his ferromancy. It is a ponderous style, entrusting in its ability to take a hit to dish out far more damage.
Profane Impalement:
Forbann shapes the Cursed Metal, extending it at high speed towards its target. Has a maximum range of five meters and a Cooldown of one Turn.
Command:Fragmentate
Whenever Forbann wounds a target, he can choose to fragmentate the Cursed Metal currently inside of them, leaving it inside the target. Beside being shrapnel, the Cursed Metal festers, inflicting them with the Alloying Curse. This is not subtle, as each piece of cursed metal will start glowing with a sickly light not much after entering a bod..
Has no cooldown, but can be activated only when scoring a wound, and the spell strength scale based on the wound severity.
Curse-Leech
Whenever Forbann is in contact with a target(Either Physically or with Cursed Metal), he can decide to Leech the Curse from them. Beside Cleansing the target, this Revitalizes and strengthens him,scaling with how strong was the Curse. If an enemy has Cursed Metal inside of them, Then instead of getting completely Cleansed, then they will once again be inflicted with the Alloying Curse.
Curse-Leech has a Cooldown of two turns, but proc’s automatically if a target gets killed by Forbann or his Cursed Metal.
Smithing Knowledge:
Forbann past knowledge comes in handy,as Ferromancy has some overlap with smithing, and knowing about smithing technique and practices increases a Ferromancer’s ability both in depth and versatility
Curse-binding Ritual:
With a ritual,Forbann can Curse metal with the Alloying Curse, greatly strengthening it.
This process does have the side effect of making the metal highly dangerous for anyone not resistant to curses unless actively suppressed by him.
Curse-Eater:
As a Container Type, Forbann can additionally replenish his pool by absorbing curses.Eating Cursed metal grants a higher boost,but disintegrates the metal that the Curse was bound within.
Curse-Bound Armor: While Malleable, the Armor is commonly in the form of a heavy full plate suit. Sturdier than normal thanks to being Cursed, it sometimes emits a sickly glow. Greatest concentration of Cursed Metal Forbann possesses.
Curse-Bound Weapon: While Malleable, the Weapon is commonly in the form of a gigantic Halberd, thicker than standard ones to account both for his strength and that throughout a fight he’s gonna temporarily lose pieces of it.
The Alloying Curse: Forbann’s own brand of Curse, and the one all of his equipment is haunted by. Aptly named both for the method of contracting it and its symptoms, which were described(by a blacksmith) as “Having feets like lead,skin like tin, mercury as blood, and you have to carry all of them together”. In more Physical terms, a severe affliction weakens the victim, makes them more prone to wounds and tires them.
If left untreated for enough time, the victim would first become paralyzed,as each limb starts to slowly but surely become number and number until they can’t control them anymore. Then, the Curse will start to slow the organs, until they can’t keep up with the body’s needs anymore. Death follows soon after.
Any rumors that dying by the Alloying Curse transform your body in Cursed Metal are baseless and no proof of this claim has been found.
(Adrenal Boost:One Man Army going down to Slight Superhuman)
In Between Nico defeating what might have been one of the closest things to a god on this planet, and Quingshe literally ripping off mythology, Ernesto felt…Elated. He wasn’t even involved, and yet only witnessing these events made him have an adrenaline rush that he seldom ever felt. His NA seemed to have the same thought, powering up to a level he reached only once in testing.
'Would this even be enough to be on par with them?' He mused. 'Probably not' He concluded, but that isn’t what was really important,was it?
He should definitely try to get a spar with Nico and, if he could swing it from her, make Quingshe create another mythological creature he could battle with.
“Qingshe here, requesting a headcount. What’s happened? Is everyone alive? Intact? If you’re in a position for it, we should begin the evacuations immediately,” the Snake of the Zodiac said, concern in her tone. “I would aid you, but I’m going to be busy trying to blunt this storm,” she admitted.
Fumbling with the radio, he responded “Ernesto here, just witnessed your little theatrical stunt. Everyone seems fine-ish enough. I even saw Cristina again. I’m going to help with the evac now. My power isn’t gonna last long, so i better get moving” he admitted, without any enemies or Quingshe little theatrics pumping him up, his NA was already depowering at a fast rate.
Fortunately, he should have more than enough time to help.
Closing the distance less than a second, Ernesto fist pick-up was Nil, who seemed to be shell shocked from something.The poor girl didn’t even resist or react much.
After securing her, he could move on to the actual PoWs. His current power wasn’t gonna last much time, but his speed and strength should be able to bring a great number of them to safety.
'Well,All things considered, this could have been a worse first mission.'
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