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Iraleth Kyrios


The comedy of errors went on. Iraleth set herself to confront the girl, evidently going by the name of Chloe, before a knife stuck into the frilly dress-wearer's back and an apparent friend came to reinforce her with his own Ethos. She tsked beneath her helmet. Whatever that golden giant was, it was a better match for her than this girl. But she'd already set her path.

For a moment, Iraleth legitimately debated whether to end Chloe's life. She'd killed before, accompanying her father to deal with criminals and cultists. If this girl's Ethos was irreversible, it was more than enough cause to slay her for crippling dozens before their time. And yet...

She found herself imagining the High Bishop's face. His likely disappointment that Iraleth would cause a fatality at his new school, on the very first day, no less. All because she decided to enact her own judgement before higher authorities did. Fine. She'd settle for beating the brat unconscious.

The other half-elf came lurching towards Iraleth at ordinary, mundane speeds, and the knight found herself disappointed. Iraleth flapped her wings of light and rose into the air, staying out of reach.

"Your arrogance disgusts me. Count yourself fortunate that I will leave your fate in the hands of others." She spat downward before manipulating light Essence into divine magic to send half a dozen holy bolts crashing down towards Chloe. Given that Iraleth was refraining from killing her, she deliberately underpowered her magic, not even enhancing it with her Ethos, so that they would aim to give light burns to her hands and ankles and prevent Chloe from moving her limbs, rather than incinerating her outright in holy fire.
Damn I was looking to make everything worse
Kayliss Lambert


He didn't believe her. At least, not completely. The man was difficult to read, but it truly sounded like he still suspected her somewhat. Kayliss just knew this was going to be trouble in the future. Fortunately, Istvan was the one to end the conversation himself, likely suspecting he wouldn't be able to get anything further out of her if he pressed. She'd take what she could get. Her own objective in speaking to him had long been completed. The rest was just damage control.

"No, thank you." Kayliss replied quietly, ignoring the rich aroma of the coffee. She wasn't exactly fond of the beverage. It was acceptable in taste, but the stimulant effects weren't something she desired constantly.

"So long as you understand where things stand, I won't keep you. Good day, Sir Istvan." With that said, she turned and left the kitchen. A peek into the hallway afterward would reveal her complete absence, somehow.

@HereComesTheSnow


Iraleth Kyrios


She heard him before she saw him. Some foolish boy, relying on an artifact he couldn't control. Part of his Ethos? Or just some sort of magical relic? Either way, it didn't matter to her. With a sigh, Iraleth temporarily dismissed her shield, raising her now-freed left arm to prepare to catch her prospective fellow student...

Only for him to be grasped by shadowy tentacles. Iraleth's combat instincts kicked in as she whirled around at the obvious display of dark magics, her shield immediately materializing back onto the Inheritor's armor. The tentacles traced back to...a figure that vanished into shadow? Only slightly less confusing was the boy flying straight now directly under her. Was the caster...trying to help? Iraleth frowned beneath her helm, letting the flying boy go. Whatever was going on, she didn't trust it. But even the most delusional Umbralist leftover wouldn't have been stupid enough to expose themselves like that for the sake of another. Something to look into later.

For now, Iraleth prepared to descend and make her way down towards the Academy proper, but something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Back towards the bridge, student after student was collapsing in front of some pink figure. As she closed in to investigate, Iraleth caught further details. A fellow half-elf, in a frilly pink abomination of a dress. Her touch aging and withering. Arrogant boasting. With a snarl, Iraleth flew full-speed down towards her target, intent on teaching her a lesson. Some small voice in the back of her head reminded her of the entrance test, but the rest of herself ruthlessly quashed it. This girl was needlessly endangering her fellows. For what? A spot at the Academy? Disgusting.

"CEASE." Her voice boomed as she slammed down into a landing at the foot of the bridge, some distance away from the other half-elf. Iraleth raised her sword, pointing the tip towards the girl, her aura in full effect.

"For your own sake, I hope whatever your Ethos did to these people can be reversed. Do so, or face judgement."
Renar Hagen


Between the combined efforts of himself and Sir Fleuri, the Curse Abomination they assaulted fell in short order, its magically-mutated form unable to sustain mortal injury. As soon as he was satisfied that the beast was truly dead, Renar yanked his poleaxe out from its skull, giving Fleuri a brief incline of his head in acknowledgement, though not without a brief barb.

"You truly can't help yourself when it comes to mounting a monster, can you?" He jibed, flicking the blood and cursed viscera from his weapon with a brief twirl of the haft. "In any case, one down. Three to go." His helmeted gaze swept over the field for the moment, stopping briefly at Captain Fanilly's efforts in possibly felling another soon. "Perhaps two."

Renar hefted his poleaxe up, eyeing the available distribution of forces on the field, as well as the remaining abominations.

"We ought to divide our efforts, now that we know for certain how to fell these. Rally a contingent to emulate what we just did for one, and I'll do the same for the other."

@Crimson Paladin
Probably a good thing for everyone that Iraleth isn't involved to instantly drop the entire race to focus on axe murdering the psychopath turning people into prunes.
@VitaVitaAR

Two questions real quick:

1. Is EINHERJAR supposed to be just a mercenary company, or a regulatory agency/guild for mercenaries in general?

2. About how many years into the war did AAs start getting deployed?
Jaromir Zhu


And there was the kicker. A light lance, coming in hot from the east. Thankfully, the commander had the presence of mind to take most of the LRM barrage on his Centurion's shield arm. Judging by the tac read out, it had to have been the Javelin that fired it. While the boss was right in that it shouldn't have too many barrages left, another round of LRM fire would be trouble.

Even as Jaromir manuevered his Trebuchet towards his newly assigned position, he kept an eye on the field to see who was engaging what. The Jenner and the Locusts were being engaged, with the former in question getting cooked. Problem was that all three of those were a bit too close in range for either of his main guns to be effective. Fine, he'd deal with the LRM launcher, then. Jaromir sighted the Javelin in question a good ways across the field. A bit far for the armaments on most of his lance's guns, but just comfortably within medium range for his PPC and autocannon.

Drawing a bead on the enemy Mech meant leaving the relative cover of the valley, and Jaromir had his Trenchbucket step out with some reluctance on his part. Hopefully, the others were dealing with the three remaining mechs enough that the Locusts wouldn't get on his ass. Still, he sighted up the Right Torso specifically on the opposing JVN-10A where the LRM launcher was mounted and fired his primary salvo, hoping to get lucky and either disable the launcher itself or cook its ammo. His autocannon fire missed, but the PPC shot hit right on target.

"Handling the Javelin, we got the Locusts under control yet?" He asked over comms, waiting for his weapons to cool and reload so he could fire again.

PPC against JVN-10A, Right Torso
AC/5 against JVN-10A, Miss
Yep, put me in, coach.
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