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Hearing a whistling sound, Solomon quickly twirled Emerald Wyvern in his right hand, knocking the bucket to the side. Searching the crowd for the source of the attack, he saw him. True, he was not as roughed up as he was in their last encounter, but Solomon recognized the long red hair, and the strange blunted blade.

"Phoenix," Solomon scowled, "what are you doing? did you not hear the warning of the World Weaver?"

As he said those words, Solomon could see the scene before him. Phoenix had just been exiled, and had taken a large contingent of men into the Nestor Delta. Solomon had ridden out with a host of his household to capture them. They met on a flat land, and the two groups clashed in a mess of limbs, steel, and blood. Solomon had just beheaded his sixth man when the traitor had attacked him. The two clashed for what deemed like hours, but their dance had only lasted a few minutes as they carved any enemy who attempted to stop them. Eventually the two were forced to part their blades, and vacanted the field of battle to tend to their wounded. Solomon let the man leave as a gift for giving him such a challege, and he had often day dreamed of fighting the man again.

"But now is not the time for the two of us to fight." Solomon thought as he tightened his grip on Emerald Wyvern.
From now on, Solomon's Title is the Emerald Wyvern, after his glaive.
<Snipped quote by TheWindel>

Go for it! But I cannot account for any bodily harm Hazel may attempt to enact upon Solanne.


Thats how we meet, I try to stop the two of you from killing each other while Lion watches us in dismay.
As soon as the word conglomerate was thrown out, Artyem bolted out of his bunk. Getting up, Jack was beginning to ready his rifle. Artyem tossed his rifle to him, and still clad in his armor, made his way to one of the remaining turrets. Running his hands through the haphazard display, Artyem set the turret to a three round burst, and began leading one of the fighters. Quickly depressing the trigger, Artyem hit the ship square in it's engine. As the ship blew up, he quickly swiveled around to cover Huzuni as his turret cooled down.

"How did they find us so fast? he messaged Jack.

"I do not know, though I have a few ideas. Jack replied near instantly, "They must have been tracking us through their proxy companies."

Snarling to himself, Artyem blew another ship to smithereens. Keeping an eye on his heat meter, He made sure to keep the gun below 50%. Looking at his radar, he saw at least 15 more ships coming at them. Yelling towards James, he shouted, "Hey, those ships are drones pioleted by an AI, yah think you can hack 'em?"
Do you think I need a title? Also, I'm at least a head taller than most of the other characters. That was totally by accident.
I feel like were sorely lacking any sort of utility, and or non combat character. I can't really decide though so just pick one of these at random.

Driven by

A.Passion.

B.Hatred.(Not no stupid emo crap.)

C.Avarice.

D.Justice.


i rolled a few die, and they seemed to be telling me to go with passion.
@Crimson Lion@TheWindel

Do you want to meet at the camp, or meet the next day?
As the World Weaver finished his introduction, Solomon frowned. The final line seemed almost frivolous to him.

"Was this what I had been called here for?" He thought, "To socialize as more lives are lost?"

Shaking his head in disgust, Solomon began making his way to the communal kitchens to receive a meal. Towering over most of the gathered warriors, his travel time was slow which gave him time to mull over the events before now. His family had received the call nearly two weeks ago from an Sky Kingdom Hussar. At first, he and his family were confused why an enemy was bearing such news, then glad that a cease-fire had been attained, and finally horrified at the circumstances that surrounded it. Solomon's father, Daud, was to old to answer the call, and his older brother Malachi was wheelchair bound after becoming paralyzed as a youth. His youngest sibling, his sister, had just returned home from her academy to celebrate her coming of age.

So, Solomon answered the call, and with his father's blessing, took his family's ancestral heirlooms, and came to the meeting area. He had been expecting a sort of military speech, then organization into teams, only to be greeted with the prospect of making friends.

"The only good thing is that we start soon," Solomon thought as he entered the communal eating area.
maybr XD, though we would have to work at it. Also Artyem is really sleepy XD
@Animus
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