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Welcome to my Bio, random person. Yeah, my name is pretty redundant (Polaris - North Star, North... well north.)

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I live in the Philippines. I'm a student and life gets a bit hectic so please understand if I suddenly become more sporadic when it comes to replies.

I'm involved in a lot of fandoms (mostly anime) and as long as it gets my interest, I'll join. My range is from free to casual [or well, as long as I can get it from the post I'm replying to]. I'm more of a fantasy kid than a slice of life but I think I can join something like that. I'm not much of a romance writer so I keep myself to PG-13 and not exceed anything else.

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Azgrul had barely acknowledged the elf at first until he had spoken about the commotion. He looked down at him and offered him a small smile. He hadn't expected an interaction with most of the people in the camp aside from when he was giving out blankets or clothes for people to grab. "Certainly isn't rare for me to find trouble sooner or later." He agreed with a small shrug. He was worried about a lot of things but it was still a fact that there wasn't exactly much they can do about what happened now. They just had to adapt to the new threats that have appeared before them. Adventurers fought to survive. This was no different.

He hummed in agreement. It would take a while before they could find a true counter to fight these monsters. Not even the most skilled of Lowick stood a chance after all. What happened to Saint Reginald was certainly a testament to the challenges that the kingdoms will face in the future.

The orc looked back at the magic knights, noticing that the girl was still collapsed onto the ground as the knights argued in front of her. His eyebrows knitted into worry. "I can only hope that the king has a plan. Whatever she brought must be sensitive, considering she had ran back into the ruins just to grab it." He idly responded to the elf but he never took his eyes off of the commotion. He could barely hear them from where he was and they seemed to be arguing about the king's favor or something along those lines. He looked back at the girl and it was obvious on his face that he was not pleased with what he was hearing. Azgrul had half a mind to come forward himself to grab the child and bring her to the medical tent but a knight in red armor had already done it for him. He was the only one who wasn't involved in the argument and he pushed the bag containing whatever the knight had retrieved to the rest of the group before bringing the injured knight to the tent.

"Even in such dire situations, many are still worried about their reputation, huh?" He observed. As he turned his attention to the other merchants, many have settled onto selling their wares as opposed to simply giving them away. Maybe Azgrul should be glad that he landed a job with such a charitable soul who understood that it was likely that most of the people that had managed to escape did not bring anything with them. Favors were being exchanged and he could see his client waving someone's pouch of gold off. "I wonder how long this camp would stay intact when they're worried more about themselves than about each other's survival."

"Ah, where are my manners? My name is Azgrul, a Slayer currently under employ with Sir Ein." He waved towards the merchant. "Though our contract has ended a while ago." Azgrul was supposed to leave the capital as soon as the clothier managed to set up shop, but everything had happened so fast that they had stuck together.

The Magic Knight from earlier had exited the medical tent and sat down at one of the campfires, sparking it to life using magic. Some have already started talking to him so Azgrul paid him little mind. He seemed at ease so he hoped that the female from earlier was perfectly fine as well, simply exhausted from the amount of magic she had burnt through. Soon enough, however, the royal tent's flap opened up and out came the king himself. Azgrul raised an eyebrow, tapping on the elf's shoulder and gesturing towards the king with a tilt of his head.

"Looks like the news came earlier than expected."


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Location: Guild Lobby

Much like what he had expected, everyone had stood up for themselves. Tensions were rising and Zaru wondered if Scorch would just kick them all out. He wouldn't have been opposed to it; it would be a shame, sure, but if that's how the cards would fall, then he would accept it. Zaru waited for some kind of reaction from the guild leader - and it was clear that they had made him furious. Before he could make any sort of movement or talk against it, Fae quickly cut in to try and salvage the situation at hand.

Introductions, huh?

First was Yew, the Poochyena. A writer, that's pretty cool. Then there was Hex Jr., the Litten who had gone exploring before. Then there was Tusk who proclaimed that he was the strongest in town.

"Nice to meet y'all, the name's Zaru. My family is nomadic, so I've traveled a lot and I'd like to believe I've got some experience in exploring." He said with a light chuckle, seemingly unaffected by the situation earlier. "We've settled here for the year cause of the Shade and all and I'm itching to get to see the outside again."
End of the Day meaning 6+ hours for me, but I am also cooking lunch in my kitchen (a very late lunch) right now.

As for the same family, I have no interest to pigeonhole people. This isn't the story of one family's survival, though if that's how people want to play things out, that's up to them. I expected multiple different points-of-view of characters living in the United States, though.

@Polaris North @houseplants


Time to make my cowboy type of character

And also no worries, take your time mate!
This looks interesting.

Would we all be playing as people from the same family?

Village of Kotana
Hiroko didn't complain with the food that was given to them. It wasn't her first time to have a meal that was on a tight budget. That was the norm for quite a while before she managed to get her life kind of together. Nights of eating just instant ramen rose up from the back of her head and this meal was more nutritious and delicious than those miserable days. She thanked the man behind the stall and then Ipharia before they proceeded to the table.

Maybe it was hunger that made it more delicious. Or maybe the village had something special in their shokupan and rice. Nevertheless, Hiroko found herself enjoying the meal much more than she had originally expected.

"Well, beggars can't be choosers when it comes to jobs." Her life banked on that saying for a long time. There was no place for morality when you had nothing to eat and your rent was looming over your head. Still, she supposed that isn't necessarily the case right now. If Honami was right, then they were supposedly heroes. But in a world like this, grunt work looked like it would pay well and would be enough to keep their heads above the water for a while.

But... fighting. The case with the goblins had been exhilarating, if not confusing at the same time. "Fighting might get us more experience. I'm not sure how exactly... ah, unlocking our skills work, but if we start training now, we might discover other things about this world's gifts." She did wonder if there were other skills they can pick up from not fighting. They had managed to understand goblin speak automatically before, and she imagined the same could go for any language.

"Is there a quest board for these?" Though, she eyed Honami. That was something that games had if she remembered correctly. After all, she doubted that there would be exclamation points hanging above townsfolk's heads whenever they needed help in the form of a quest.
"Just put it over there Azgrul, thank you."

Azgrul nodded as he proceeded to place one of the merchant's boxes onto the ground close to the wagon. They had been lucky that they were able to take the entire wagon out of the capital city while it was ransacked by those monsters. The clothier had agreed to give away most of his merchandise to the people - especially since most of the refugees couldn't bring anything with them during the escape. Azgrul opened up the crate and inspected the garment inside. It was by no means anything special, but it should be enough to warm the people.

One of the guards came so they can distribute the items inside. Azgrul gave them a nod before moving back to the clothier. "Rough day to be a merchant huh?" He asked, watching the man go back into his wagon to survey his inventory once again. He had also decided to sleep inside his wagon so he wouldn't take up extra space.

"Very much so." The clothier responded with a heavy sigh. "Had I expected that we would be walking right into a massacre, I would not have left Mynol." He shook his head as he covered up the box he had been inspecting and gesturing for Azgrul to come inside. The orc obliged and carried the box and they both climbed off. "Do you think the same fate will befall Mynol?"

The orc's grip on the box tightened. "Hopefully not." He knew his family were all able-bodied and his younger siblings all have some capabilities in a fight. However, those monsters were on another level. They were in the outskirts of the kingdom and he doubted that they were well-protected. "Do you think it will?"

He gave Azgrul a small smile, filled with sadness and fear. "I think it would be likely." He gestured towards an empty spot where Azgrul deposited the box. "I do hope that our king is more prepared." He eyed the tent that was set up for King Lowick himself. Azgrul followed his sight and zeroed in on the Magic Knights. They had been the elite warriors of the kingdom of Lowick - but even they couldn't provide the safety that they promised when the beasts had attacked. "Though, that seems unlikely as well."

"You're right. I don't think anyone can be prepared for something like that."

A girl - blazing and heated - skidded to a stop in the middle of the camp. Azgrul wasn't the most observant person, but she definitely looked like she had burnt through her entire magical reserve and then some. He exchanged glances with the clothier as she called out that she had obtained... something. He looked back at the trail she had left behind, fire dying down slowly but no doubt coming from the capital city. Had the royal needed something within those walls?

The orc moved to help but quickly stopped himself as the Knights arrived on the scene and took care of it. He crossed his arms, watching as they hauled the woman away to a healer, he presumed. Did they have a plan? Was there something they all needed to do? Azgrul wanted nothing more than to do something aside from helping the clothier with the distribution of goods.

He was a Slayer, after all, and there were beasts out there who need exterminating.
Roger that. Looking forward to it too boss!


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Location: Guild Lobby

Other Pokemon had began to file in as they waited for the orientation to start. He smiled at the Meowth as she returned his greeting. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, seeing how most of the Pokemon gathered in the lobby had partaken on the free food the Buneary had brought.

A cough had caught his attention just as he finished the sweetbread he had gotten and looked up at the Arcanine who had certainly seen better days. Zaru acknowledged that he had probably gotten most of his injuries from exploring. After all, it was a very dangerous job. He had seen all forms of explorers back when he was traveling with his family and the Arcanine - Scorch, he learned - had certainly been through a lot. Getting as much esteem as he did, maybe these injuries were just to be expected.

His attitude matched his grizzled appearance. He was very displeased by the group that had landed on their guild - a bunch of young ones. Zaru looked over at Fae who looked nervous but reassured that they were just as good too. That was a little rude of their leader, wasn't it? Evidently, there weren't many adults who wanted to participate in the guild, or else they would have been there! He really should have been thankful to get anyone at all, right?

The words in his head were spoken by the Litten, indignant at the Arcanine's behavior. He could have been a little less rude about it, which the Meowth quickly rectified, but he really did have a point.

"Besides, we're all willing to train to be the best we can be." Zaru pointed out. "We didn't come here to laze around and I'm sure everyone wants to help in any way they can." Maybe it's the allure of adventure, maybe it's helping people, maybe it's for the money - in the end, everyone had their own goal and he was willing to bet that none of them would drop out just because the leader of the guild didn't think they were up to par.
Yo this looks dope and I'm interested!

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