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Niallus Saberhagen
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Cold Soup.


Characters:Cold Soup@Yummyyummy Niallus Saberhagen. @McKennaJ71


“You are lucky, Eskandr.” spoke the bulky woman to Niallus as they walked side to side by the stream of clear water. “We recognize your strength, and see Eskand as a friend to be made.” she kept it simple and to the point, her eyes trained forward as she continued her march toward the bigger body of water. “As a sign of good faith, we offer to you the Wailing Leviathan, Niallus Saberhagen.” she stopped and turned to face the tall young man, although she was taller. “A formidable weapon from your people, wielded by Ivar the Red, long lost but recovered by the Twins themselves. A blade I had long respected and yearned to wield, but I understand that its place is among the best of Eskand.” she bowed her head slightly. “And in turn, you will show an act of good faith and agree to cooperate with the Rettanese Empire. Yes?”

Niallus eyes widen from the offer that Cold Soup said. Thinking about it, looking at the clear water. "That is a very old Eskandr weapon. I've read most of the stories that involved it." pondering the other things that she also said, he couldn't help to ask this. "Can I ask you. If you have this much interest in it could you have asked the emperor's for it?" looking at her with a curious look.

Cold Soup crossed her arms. “I have found many trinkets and named weapons in my lifetime. I've had my eyes on many artifacts, this is one of them.” he began, a hint of pride in her not-so-womanly voice. “The legend behind Ivar the Red's battle against Arcel, Talit and Saint Camille reached even ReTan, and the darkness he conjured. It was more of a fantasy than a true want.” she looked to Niallus eyes, chin raised. “The lost Eskandr blade belongs to a worthy Eskandr. House Saberhagen would elevate itself as the successor to the will of Ivar, a will that sought to elevate Eskand to its highest peaks. And along with this, could usher in the greatest country-to-country relationship this world has ever seen.” her thin lips formed a tight and calculated grin. “Do you believe yourself to be that man to usher in a new age for both the Empire of ReTan and Eskand, Niallus Saberhagen?”

Niallus raises an eyebrow, and it seems that she's trying to butter him up to take this offer. If Niallus didn't spend time with the Ogauraq and learnt the Emperor's cannot be trusted. He was also worried about his love, he couldn't sense her mana. He hoped that she was ok. Trying not to let his concern for Ingrid, distract him, he continued to think about the offer given to him. "Hmm, It's tempting...But how do I know you have it. You could just be saying this to rope me along in all of this." he asksThe strong woman's gaze lingered for a moment, sizing up Niallus. “As the Emperors said, we could have simply killed you. What would be the point of deceit at this point?” she sighed and whistled a call. Two of the servants then appeared, carrying a long and rectangular coffer and placed it by the two. It unlocked with a simple flick of Cold Soup's finger, opening slowly with a subtle creaking sound. Inside was a great sword, maintained and oozing with void-touched energies. The red ruby at the hilt looked exactly like what the tales had said, and the dark carvings on the blade were genuine old Eskandr runes. This was either an incredibly convincing replica, or the real deal.

Staring at this amazing looking greatsword, every bit of detail is exactly the same from what he remembered from the stories he heard as a child. "Wow...it's amazing that is still in such excellent condition." A part of him wanted to touch it, but he refrained from, not wanting to push his luck any more. The only thing thats running through his mind is how the others are fairing. With a shake of his head, he was confident that they'd be ok. This is probably the best choice if they still want to overthrow the twin emperors. Looking at Cold Soup, "I...accept the offer."

Soup smiled. “That is a very good thing to hear, and a wise choice, Saberhagen.” she gestured to the blade, inviting him to seize it. “It is about time the Wailing Leviathan meets the hands of an Eskandr once more.” she even took a step back while the two servants stood perfectly still behind the box. “It is concluded, then. You will cooperate with the Emperors of ReTan, and to conclude this transaction, a gesture of good will is expected of you.”Niallus reached out to grab the handle of the Wailing Leviathan. Once gripped, he lifted it up with both hands. It felt lighter than what he thought. Niallus has never seen a void-touched sword before, let alone hold one. He looks towards Cold Soup and lightly nods to her request.Soup returned the curt nod. “Now, for the sign of good faith.” she unfolded her arms and set them to her hips. “You will be expected to take out enemies of the Empire. Enemies that we have captured, and you may have noticed. Is this understood?”

Niallus let out a light sigh, he expected something like this would happen. He wonders what she wants him to do, only one way to find out. "Where did they come from?" he asks.Cold Soup smirked, and then reached out for the sword's hilt. “From the city. And they were dining with us.” she was intent on reclaiming the sword. “Once you do the job, the sword will be yours, as you will prove to be a true friend to the Empire.”

With a look of confusion, Niallus wonders who they were talking about. "The city, and they were dining?" Niallus felt sick, wondering who could it be. Was it someone close to him. A cold shiver ran down his spine just thinking about it. He reminded himself why he's doing it to help the group if they need it. "Lead the way...."The sword was reclaimed, the box sealed and the servants carried the goods away, now that the authenticity was confirmed. “Yes. Traitors to the Empire.” she nodded as she guided Niallus to the agreed meeting spot. “You have met them, yes.”Walking to the meeting spot, anxiety slowly started to build up for Niallus. He wondered who it could be. Taking some deep breaths, he wanted to ask her for more about this person, but didn't want to. But he needed to know. "What are we waiting for?" he asks.



Niallus Saberhagen



Event: Metropolis caves.



The portal that Niallus and the others went through ended up face to face with quite a few white guards. Without warning the White immediately started attacking the students. The students took up defensive positions. Niallus began to draw from the Void. Others also wanted to charge their spells. The white guards wanted to push on this and target them. Meanwhile Yalen wanted to charge for a big spell, however three white guards targeted him, in an attempt to stop him. Niallus immediately began drawing in Manas for something to stop the three attackers. Using Arcane, he summoned some Arcane Lances, throwing them he was aiming to injure them, but just by throwing them it managed to stop them in their tracks.

More and more white guards attacked the students, some were subdued by Yalen, but some were still standing strong. Niallus held up against them using his Arcane and Kinetic as best he could. Something however caught Niallus off guard, he was hit in the side of his midsection by an unusual force. Whatever it was, in hurt Niallus quite significant enough to drop him to a knee. A kidney must have been ruptured from that hard hit he took, maybe even a broken rib. He started coughing hard from that hit, it caused him to lose focus of his magic, which stopped him drawing. "What was that?" he tried sensing it, but only got small traces of Manas of the mysterious person.

Not long after he attacked him it seemed some of the other students were hit too, not as bad as Niallus."Could this be another black guards ability?" he mumbled to himself. Anticipating another attempt for a sneak attack, Niallus and the others thought of baiting the attacker in, then countering. Niallus decided on a crazy idea. He summoned an arcane sword, once it manifested, he thought about adding Atomic school to it to increase its power. He never tried anything like this, honestly, he wasn't sure if this wasn't going to work. When he started to add the second school to his Arcane, there was a lot of resistance, as well as power. All of his attention was into controlling this stunt so it doesn't explode on him. Even though his sword of light had no density, with atomic being added, it started to feel heavy. "Come on…" the combination managed to sustain itself. Then almost immediately, another attack was upon him. With a full swing, Niallus used Razor of Light. It was enough to stall the attack for a moment, he felt a hard kick to his chest.

Niallus stumbled backwards from the hit, falling to one knee. The other students managed to pull the counter attack. Wiping the blood from his mouth, then spitting some out. Even that wasn't enough to stop this person now revealed to be a Yasoi. Niallus wasn't sure what else to do, but he knew he was hurt, bad. Anymore and it might kill him, wanting to play it safe he wanted to cast a defensive dark spell, Hungering Shield. he hasn't had a lot of practice with using, but it was now or never. He took a deep breath, placing a hand up in front of him. Void energies started to build. There were times that it felt like it was getting weaker. "Come on, work." putting more and more power, digging his heels into the ground. The shield of Void started to take form, then expand in size.

It was quite the struggle but though determination he managed to finish the Hungering Shield. He smiled at his accomplishment in making it. It had a strange feeling to it, Strands of the void energy form outward from the the centre of the shield. it was big enough to block off a tunnel in the cave. There was some strength to it, Niallus wished he put more power into it but he was able to pull it off since a group of white guards started attacking it with kinetic and arcane in an attempt to destroy it. Looking back to the others the black guard spotted Ingrid charging her nuke, then began walking towards her with a wicked grin. He heard Ingrid's plea to try to stall him, but he was more concerned about this black guard getting to her. He used another combination of Arcane and Atomic, in an attempt to stop him while Trypano helped secure herself and Ingrid.

Once the nuke was ready, just on time too. Niallus and the others tried to hold back Golden Monkey as much as they could, Ingrid threw the nuke towards Golden Monkey. Vel made a crucial error and resulted in Golden Monkey retreating through a portal, leaving the nuke with them. Everyone thought that this was the end, they were going to die. It would have taken a miracle to save the group from this. Thankfully in the little time that was left portals opened up, this was everyone's chance to escape from this. Niallus ran as fast as he could, ignoring the pain he was in and jumped through.

Everyone made it through the portal, Niallus sighed with relief that everyone got out from an impossible situation. Watching Ingrid run up to him to hug him, she hugged him tightly, he hugged her back. When Ingrid healed him he see the look on her face that she was blaming herself for not helping him. He wiped the tears from her eyes."I'm sorry for making you worry. I'm ok now." he kisses her forehead, then lets her heal him, with the joke that Ingrid made he smiled at her. It seemed that the group needs to think about a more solid strategy against these, but they'll need to work as a team.



Day 1 Time: Evening Weather: Light rain. Location: A corridor that's near the ballroom. Participants: Aurora @blackrosesiren Beatrix @Mckennaj71








On this Afternoon before the ball began for the students. A young girl walked the hallway, the other students were nowhere to be seen, no doubt getting ready to attend the ceremony that the school was having. "I wonder what sort of dress should I wear?" seemed that she was talking to the Cait that she was holding in her sunkissed arms. The Cait just meowed at its owner, then curled up for a nap. "Lazy Cait." the lady says with a smile, she continues walking along to her room to get herself ready, and to let her furry friend sleep.

Once again Aurora is back into the hallway, with no Cait in hand she makes her way, the sound of her heels on the floor is the only sound that echoes through the hallway. She catches herself in a reflection of a paine of glass. She makes sure that she is dressed right for this special occasion. After the check up, she stares at the rain. Without thinking, she lets out a small smile.

A thud is made behind her, echoing the hallway, frightening Aurora. "Hello? she looks around, "Is somebody there?" still there was no reply to her response. There was something that wasn't there before, a book on the floor. The girl slowly walked over to the book. Inspection over the cover, it was a fantasy book, with a picture of phoenix on the cover. Not sure what to make of this she spoke again "Who dropped this? looking through the pages to see if it had the owner's name inside."That's my book" A voice said to the tanned girl. Looking around, it seems that now one was around. This confused her. Then another girl dropped from the ceiling landing in front of her, scaring Aurora. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you like that, I was reading my book, then I dropped it." this girl had long white with a braid, Aurora had seen her around but didn't know her name. Once she regained her composition she handed the book back to her. "Here is your book back, err. I'm sorry I don't know your name. she admitted to her. "Beatrix, Beatrix Gyre. Wait, I know you, you're the one that causes explosions Aurora." Aurora nods at Beatrix.

Aurora remembered who she was. She knew she had Lightning magic "So wait, you were reading your book on the ceiling? she asked. Beatrix nodded, with a smile. "I was using my electricity powers to stick myself to the ceiling with static electricity. Wanting to see how long I lasted like that I started reading then I dropped it." looking Aurora up and down, in her fancy dress. "You're dressed a little early, for the party I mean." Aurora raises an eyebrow. Looking Beatrix up and down, she wasn't ready for the party. "What do you mean? The party starts in about 15 minutes An awkward silence fills the room then, "Oh No!" Beatrix screamed, "I must have lost track of time while reading." "Don't worry about it, Let me let you. I don't mind being a bit late." So Beatrix makes her way to her room to find something to wear with the help of Aurora.

Just letting you know I'm still here, just my sheet is a bit slow ATM, work has been busy than normal.

Beatrix Gyre

This vibrant dreamer has always got her head deep within the pages of a fantasy book, but as a 5th year from the House of Seraphine, she might have come back to reality to continue mastering her power over lightning.


I've made the edits to mine.



Also BlackroseSiren made her changes but she's having trouble logging on. She asked me to post with mine.


@Havoccultist

Oh no, I'm absolutely bummed to hear that you're backing out! I was seriously stoked about your brilliant idea of having an apprentice for a Chronoarchitect. It would have added such a delightful twist to the story, helping our characters navigate their challenges. Perhaps you could give it another thought? I understand if you have reservations, but I genuinely believe that your idea of introducing an apprentice for a Chronoarchitect holds tremendous potential.

@McKennaJ71@WhiteAngel25@Riffus Maximus

! I'm thrilled that I've caught your attention. I'll be reviewing applications soon. Oh, and I forgot to mention earlier, the ideal level range for characters should be between level 3 and 6.


I'm working on a Character sheet.
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I asked Aeolian about how she makes these very difficult decisions on who to choose. She kindly showed me the selection process.



I thought it was that, or just names in a hat
That moment when thread viewers spike suddenly at a new post. The anticipation of the next batch is very real.


The suspense is real.
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