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Wrath Incarnate

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Mentions/Interaction: Queen Eleanor, Sweyn Thunderspear @Force and Fury Caelum @RezonanceV, Maerec @Dao Ma, and Camille @Pirouette

Arsène stared the older man down as if he was not going to move, Sweyn Thunderspear, for every legend he was, he was also a rather imposing man. From one moment Sweyn went from wallowing in a pit of his own despair, to then spewing words slicked with poison and then a provocation for battle. Arsène was never showing a sign of backing down however, he looked Sweyn dead in the eyes as the moment Arsène was to take hold of the blade to his side, Hell broke loose.

A thunderous thoom shook the very earth, the sky, and the very hearts of men. Arsène looked to the direction of the sound and al that could leave his mouth was, "Bloody hell". It was a sight that seemed as if hell had let loose their gate keeper, a large dark beast cut through the night, darker than the night it self, and spewed fire that was brighter than the day. It was a beast that incinerated all in it's path, smoke never appeared from the initial fires, no, it was as if the fires themselves burned the air, smoke, nothing was left. As the beasts wings flapped, the wound within the earthen mound spewed smoke that seems to mask the sky and blot out the stars, as now the dragon above was the only thing producing light, that and the fires it creates.

Arsène looked to the creature and all he could do is watch in awe. It was as if hell played a sick joke on them all, as they wanted to turn the table upside down. Yet it seemed Heaven had other plans, as rolling thunders came in, as if the Heavens came to punish the Hells. Streaks of light punched through the darkness, illuminating the beast held within the blackness the sky has became. Arsène noticed the rider of pure white riding with such tremendous force that every step his horse took it seemed to crackle the ground with power, as that was when his feet began moving.

Arsène ran forward as he put his fingers to his mouth as he whistled, as he made the sound become loud enough to even pierce the thunderous sounds of the gods. Arsène continued to run until he noticed from the corner of his eye his trusty steed, Blackthorn, made his appearance. Arsène took hold of the rein and leaped up and landed into the saddle as he began riding off, using Essence and Force to give his steed and increased speed. Blackthorn made great strides forward, charging into hell, as with every lightning strike and roar Arsène could feel his steed become nervous, so he filled Blackthorn with Essance to calm him and allowed him to charge forward without worry.

Arsène quickly broke through the lines of fleeing people, as he knew 1 of 2 things, this dragon dies or they do. As Arsène strode forward he witnessed every Lance of Lightning rip it's way through the sky as it smashed against the Hellish beast above them. Lance after Lance, as Arsène did his hardest to just close the distance, yet as he neared Sweyn and his explosive power, he felt his body begin to fill with such energy and he felt as if he was to puke, which after the fourth lance of lightning was let loose Arsène did as he tilted his head to the side and let it out as he was riding. Yet once the final one fell, Arsène heard the roar of armies, cheers erupted from behind him as Arsène saw for a moment the Devil fell from the sky, and so too did Sweyn.

Arsène was much slower at the moment, the release of energy was enough to affect him, especially from how close he was to the sorce of this maelstrom of energy. Arsène was overtaken by Queen Eleanor as she charged forward to Sweyn, as the moment Arsène made it to Sweyn, Arsène saw the terrible state Sweyn was in. Thoughts ran through his head, Gods what should we do? We have this monster in our hands. Maybe we can use this for our benefit. Maybe we could even force the Eskandr to- Arsène was cut off from his thoughts as a roar silenced everything. Arsène turned his head and all that could leave his mouth was, "Good Fucking Gods".

Arsène watched as the Hell Beast ripped itself from the earth and came to bear down upon Arsene, Queen Eleanor, and the small army that followed their Queen. Arsène watched the inferno coming down onto them and was surprised they were spared. Brimstone and Hellfire seemed to have only scorched them in slight measure, but it almost seemed unintended to kill. Arsène felt the heat, is was close, yet far with all things considered, as the radiant heat seemed to burn the skin, yet Arsène did not falter. Arsène watched the Beast fly off, and a thought of leaving crossed his mind, yet he remebered who they had in their grasp.

Council was called, Arsène rose up and gave his piece, "Queen Eleanor, that Demon is right now sleeping in a lake, I believe hitting it now would be our only time to hit it and stop this beast from rampaging more". Arsène looked to Sweyn as he took a moment, "It did take quite a powerful Sorcerer to injure it on his own, yet now it is wounded and on the ground-". Arsène then looked back to the council as he then continued, "To bring a beast like that to the ground is a feat, and one we can use. If not as an actual weapon, a tool. The Eskandr will want one of their greatest warriors back, so we can at least force them to negotiate terms for their Prisoners, and if more so, we could even strong arm them to…". Arsène stopped for a moment as if he remembered something as he sighed, Arsène looked to Sweyn once more as he remembered what the man said.

Arsène sighed as he looked back to Eleanor with some more clearity, "I don't think we can find any aid in our enemy, for them they will not find this any threat to them and their own. As they are not here just to claim land, they wish to destroy Parrence-". As Arsène winced, he looked to Sweyn as he continued, "-To the very soil, to the very last bone. No matter the cost, to them or their Humanity. I believe the best we can do with Sweyn is use him as a bartering tool, other than that, I believe we should take on the beast".

Arsène seemed to have changed in demenor, less like a worried man and more to a hunter as he began to speak on how they would try t deal with it, "If we were to hit it soon, with it sleeping in the lake and the beast seeming to be steaming the water, that would mean that it must be unable to regulate it's own heat, like when you are unable to sweat and you start to over heat. We might be able to either take it down, or at least force it to leave if we use fire and heat to our advanatge to fight it.". Arsène then realized he had taken up much of the 3 minutes as many are looking at him like he is some kind of bug, so once Arsène gave this piece, he cleared his throat as he began to take a step back to allow others to give their onw ideas. He did feel like he did overstep slightly as he hogged a good bit of the talk, yet he had quite a bit of things he wanted to say. Even now he was building a plan in his mind as he spoke for that bit of time.

Arsène's Plan if Eleanor asks him to elaborate

I wrote this because for some reason I'm terrible at time management. Who would have thought I took an entire class in College on this?

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As we don't have multiple Gifted at the caliber of Sweyn here, we will need to defeat it through overheating it, slowing it down and then possibly fully taking it down.

Firstly, we would need to force it from the water, or in this case take the water away from it. So we would need to dedicate some Gifted to creating trenches and outlets from the lake to out let the water from the lake. The more the better.

While those Gifted work on the outlets, we will then dedicate the majority of our force to cutting down trees, while having other users of the Gifted bore a hole through the center of a tree log about 1 hand wide length wise.

Once the tree logs are prepared all around the lake, we will use Essance Energy and Arcane Energy ignite the trees and to stoke the flames of the trees and making them into flaming projectiles before launching them with Force energy into the Beast.

Then we start to barrage it the logs to cover it in the shards of wood and surround it with them. As we do this our Gifted will stoke the flames further and cause an inferno within the basin of the lake and cause a greater heat.

We will then use our Gifted who were making outlets to then to constantly stoke the flames as half of our non-Gifted prepare to intercept the beast as it tries to inevitably escape, while the other half continues to chop down tree to add more fuel to the fire.

We will have a constant sorce of energy as well will constantly use Arcane and Essance to constantly increase the heat, if we have any flammable materials we are willing to pat with, like oils, fats, anything sticky, then the heat can reach greater heights while forcibly sticking to the beast.

When time comes, we will all need to push ourselves, so the inferno would then need to be focused on the beast, as we would need to all take some control and begin focusing the heat onto the beast, and hopfully through our work we can create something strong enough to possibly cause it to die from heat exhaustion. As killing it through Brute force doesn't seem like something we can do with our forces.

The Hourglass Order

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Location: Ersand'Enise

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Interactions: None

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Collab: Lamplighters @pantothenic

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Desmond awoke the morning of the Societies Faire, he felt his body and it seemed stiff. He lightly sighed as he slowly sat up and rubbed his face before he left his room, as he seemed to almost move like a ghost, as his feet left little noise and even him turning door nobs and opening doors seemed to not have that same squeak they normally do. Once he left his room, he headed off to cleaned up, he had clothing prepared, light clothing and a cloak incase of rain. When he moved through the dark house with not even a light cutting through the window he was as quiet as a the wind. Not even his breath could be heard, his feet moved in a calm and relaxed way, yet he moved in a methodical pattern as it left his movements with little noise to be made. As once he was prepared to leaver, he opened the front door, not even the first light has cut through the horizon, as he had maybe another 20 minutes until that happened. As Desmond left to do the same things he did in the early morning: relax.

Desmond's relaxation wasn't simple as laying about, shopping, not even studying, no his tinkering was a fantastic hobby, yet that sometimes even gets on his nerves when he can't figure something out, or something keeps breaking, no, he trained. As Desmond moved towards the Arboretum, he originally moved in the early morning as it was the best time to dodge annoying Nobles who seemed to always found fun in harassing Desmond. After a rough housing incident with a noble, Centuries seemed to almost breath down his back anytime he is even near the a Noble's Dorm, so he had opted to leaving early to dodge the patrols in the early morn of his area. It was maybe a minute window he had to slip through as they seemed to have a decent focus near in the Noble's Dorm to keep the area safe, however even with the increased patrols, it was more than enough time for Desmond.

The moment Desmond opened the door to the house he checked the street, as the moment he saw the hole in the patrol, he began to bolt forward and through the set of Noble buildings infront of his home. Once he neared them, he dipped to the side where there was an alleyway, as the moment he hit the alleyway he set his hand against the wall and prepared as he focuses kinetic energy into his legs as he squatted down and sprung up as the energy he could muster threw him into the air. He did not have enough power to even throw himself high enough to clear a 30 foot wall, however he had quite a bit of experience and practice in climbing and freerunning.

As Desmond began to slow at about 20 feet off the ground, he began using magnetic energy to attract himself and the wall together as his hands near the wall almost latches on to give him the friction and grip he needs to put is feet under him and against the wall as the moment he had a grip he drew in the charged energy that attracted himself and the wall together as he used the energy he could draw from his beginning fall and input it into his jump again clearing another 10 feet before using the same trick he did before to do another bound as once he neared the top, he used magnetic energy one more time to attract his hands to the lip of the roof, as his hands barely griped onto the edge before he was able to grip tightly and pull himself up and onto the roof.

Desmond finished his ascent from the ground floor to one of the roofs in a mere moment as he began to run across the roofs to continue his travel. Using the fact that more often then not the only time any guards will look up is when they either hear some noises above them or they sense magic. Desmond moved with very quiet and methodical movements as he moved and shifted across the roofs as he watched out for any wandering guards or Centuries. As once he made it most of the way through the Noble Dorms, he began his descent using megnetic energy and kinetic energy to slow his fall, and once he landed he made his way to the road dividing the Merchant dorms and the Noble dorm, Desmond knew he would be mostly fine at this point.

As once he cut through the Merchant Dorms into the Common dorms, he was mostly relaxed as he finally saw the trees and knew he made it. As he entered the Arboretum he began hearing the birds calling, the insects musing, and the water slightly moving. It was nice here, it felt much more akin to what Desmond was used to, as after a bit of stretching, Desmond began 'relaxing'.

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Desmond's training wasn't something that was just purely physical training, if that was the case he wouldn't be as proficent of a combatant as he is. Training has always been a wholistic thing with him, to train the mind, body, and magic is the required training to make an even stronger fighter, and so, Desmond's training regiment reflects that.

Desmond constantly drew kinetic energy from himself while doing pushups to create increased resistance and once he reached near his RAS limit, he imparts his energy quickly into a kinetic push into the air. After doing this for sometime, he switches to hanging from a tree upside down as he begins doing upside down sit ups. As the entire time he is drawing from his kinetic energy within him to make his workout much harder and anytime he is moving down he is imparting kinetic energy to force himself to put more effort into going back down, as once he feels his body starting to slow from muscle fatigue, Desmond hangs from the tree for a moment as he began to draw kinetic energy in and converted it over so he can use his spell: [Blessing of Endurance].

As Desmond's Spell worked it's magic, it slowly took away that muscle fatigue that seemed to slow Desmond down. Desmond let out a sight as he landed, Desmond began stretching as once he felt good enough he began sprinting across the Arboretum. As Desmond once more pulled from the force he was to exert on the ground to strain himself while not moving very quickly. Desmond continued this constant use of the gift, physical exertion, and mental exertion. After a few hours of exercise, he does all forms of exercise to train his body. Desmond was drenched in sweat, his body was red from the constant blood flow, muscle working, and growing heat his body is creating. Desmond was huffing and sighing as he used his magic one last time to cleanse his body of his Muscle fatigue.

Desmond did one last stretch before he left to bathe before he started his day. Desmond left to return home so he would be able to bathe and change into his proper clothing before things start to properly happening. Once Desmond was finished he left to begin his day, a day where the day the Student Societies begin. As Desmond went about his day he began seeing the streets slowly fill up, different groups of students building stalls, and much more. As Desmond saw someone come up to him and say, "Hey! Would you like to join….", and for Desmond, the Society Faire has began.

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"You want me to pay HOW much every month? God damn!!!" Desmond shook his head in frustration and blew off the egghead working the Waverider booth. Learning how to surf sounded awesome, but he was already putting himself in debt by attending this stupid school. It seemed like half the clubs in this faire were only open to people with money or status. What did they have against normal people like him?

As he moped down the street a large piece of parchment flew through the air and slapped him in the face. "What the f-" Desmond ripped the paper off and looked at it. It was some kind of poster advertising a society called the Lamplighters. There was a lot of flowery bull written on it which he pragmatically ignored, but certain pieces of information stood out.

"Tuition rebates? Daily food allowances? Hourly income!?" Desmond crumpled the poster up and sprinted towards the front gate of the academy where the Lamplighters booth was located.
The signup booth looks more like a military recruitment station than a club. There are several tables with chairs on each side for people to sit on. Prefects are interviewing potential Lamplighters in order to assess their personalities and combat aptitude, as well as business matters such as money and release of liability. Desmond's line is rather short, and his turn comes up as quickly as he arrives. The bored-looking senior opposite from him shuffles some papers and prepares to take notes.

"Your name?"

Desmond put on his confident smile as he gave his name to the Interviewer, "Desmond Catulus". Desmond held himself with a calm demeanor, this was him introducing himself to an employer, so he knew the basics from his time as a Mercenary. Give concise information, make sure to play up your strengths, and make sure they don't know about any of your real weaknesses.

The recruiter attempts to write down Desmond's name and notices that his fountain pen is empty. After a brief refill, he notes his interviewee's name on a printed document covered in various blank fields. The print is too small for Desmond to read upside down.

"Desmond Catulus. Thank you for expressing interest in the Lamplighters organization. Before we begin the interview, tell me, what do you know about our society?"

Desmond took notice of the man's failing fountain pen and it being empty, Desmond thought about how many people would have probably came by for him to have a failing pen already, must mean there are either many people wishing to be good doers or that there are probably some more complacent types within the society.

As when the Interviewer spoke it almost seemed to be rehearsed, so Desmond knew that the most basic answers would have been heard a thousand times. So Desmond gave the information in a concise form to move them through the boring pieces, "The Lamplighters are a society that act as volunteer watchmen for Ersand'Enise, they enforce curfew, watch for suspicious activity, and while the Lamplighters are considered a part of the city guard and expected when necessary to be able to police for minor crimes, they are also expected to report more major crimes to the proper authorities".

As he spoke, the pen moved with every sentence Desmond uttered. The prefect's poker face was well practiced: His body language did not indicate whether the student's answer was a good or a bad one. It was unclear whether answering the question mattered at all, such was the nature of a job interview.

"Knowing what you do about the Lamplighters, what is your reason for signing up?" The second question was a big one. Desmond could choose to be somewhat honest, or bullshit it and give a nice-sounding answer.

Desmond spoke and watched as the man seemed well rehearsed, it meant either he has done this often, or he himself is a part of the guard. Desmond kept his same calmness as the next question was asked. Desmond in that moment had weighed his options, nice sounding would make him seem like a man who wants the job for some reason and is willing to lie about it, while the truth would make him seem like somewhat of a man who is here just for the money.

Desmond spoke in a calm fashion, he knew his answer anytime he took a job, you do what you need to, but on your terms, "Ah, I signed up because of the financial assistance and hourly wage. I'm here at Ersand'Enise from my own pocket and had to be indebted to quite a few people I know, so I thought this would be a good way to repay that while being in school".

"The financial assistance does seem to attract a lot of people to our fold." Another non-committal response. The prefect filled in a box somewhere on his document before looking back at Desmond.

"Well, let's start with qualifications. While the Lamplighters are rather safe by the standards of a guard unit, the job may at times put you in harm's way. Not everyone we deal with is a Biro trying to break curfew - Ersand'Enise has a very real criminal element within its walls. We do provide some basic training to those that require it, but this year's pool of recruits is quite large and we can't coddle everyone. You'll be a lot more successful in the Lamplighters if you have prior fighting experience of any kind. How would you say you fare in that regard?"

Desmond looked towards the man as he spoke, Desmond understood te situation clearly: in possibility of a Lamplighter gets into harm's way from the possible criminal activity that they could get mixed into because of the job, they can be provided basic training, yet from the large pool of applicants they can't provide it to everyone.

Desmond's smile never changed but internally he knew this was going to be one that was going to give him a decent edge, "Ah, I have quite a bit of experience in fighting actually. I have quite near a decade of experience in fighting in live combat situations. So basic training would only waste the instructors time".

"Live combat you say? At your age?" Desmond's recruiter reached for a stack of papers on the table and began flipping through them. It was unclear what their contents held, but a keen eye could spot tidbits such as the names of countries, some statistics, and the names of some local mercenary outfits. "Can you provide a little more detail?"

Desmond watched the man as he seemed to almost flick through a stack of papers that Desmond took notice almost instantly. As he watched the papers, he noticed the countries, and then he saw statistics for combats and battles that took place, as he began looking for names: The Flammenburgs, The Grunhounds, and many other mercenary outfits he remembered meeting and facing during his times.

Desmond knew who he was looking for as Desmond said, "Ah I was with The Crimson Sun Mercenary Company, or Le Soleil Cramoisi Compagnie de Mercenaires". Desmond then gave him a chuckle as he said that in a very fluent Perrence as he continued, "Our leader is Perrench, so it might come up as that-" Desmond smiled as he lightly gestured to the stack of papers the Interviewer was looking through, "-During my time we were in multiple smaller scale battles and a few small wars in the Kerremand, Huulendam, and Kressian region, and some of the most note worthy Wars come from the Enth - Helbahn War that was about 6 years back. That one ended with the Enth pushing back Helbahn from their archipelago allowing them to keep control of the sea trade there. Then there was the Kerremand - Huulendam War about 4 or so years back that led to an indecisive outcome or Pyrrhic at best for Kerremand in the that the Iron Duke had lost in open battle yet were bled dry. The rest would be smaller wars waged against piracy between Enth, Juiskarn, Eskand, and Warlisz for the past few years".

As Desmond shared his account, his interviewer recorded his observations on a fresh sheet of parchment. While taking notes he would often pull a document from the large stack and refer to it cryptically. After Desmond was finished sharing his personal history, the man pulled a whistle out from his shirt and blew on it. A younger looking lad wearing the Lamplighters arm band appeared at his side and was handed some of the notes. The prefect whispered in the runner's ear before sending him away.

"Your candor is appreciated Mr. Catulus. It seems we need not worry about your ability to protect yourself. No proof of your service will be necessary, for we can easily figure that out ourselves. Let us move on to other matters." The man picked up a paper and looked at it while speaking. "Before we can consider you for recruitment there are some questions we are required to ask you. Be honest, and don't overthink your answers. This is an important part of the screening process."

"Question one: One of your squad members has pocketed an expensive piece of evidence, and you are the only person to notice. You know that this is against protocol, but the two of you are good friends and have gone on patrol together multiple times before. You remember that this person comes from a large and poor family. What do you think is the right way to deal with this situation while upholding the integrity of the city guard?"

Once finished Desmond sat patiently as the man finished his notes and called for a Lamplighter to run the notes. Most likely to see if any of his claims were legitimate. As the man final broke the silence, Desmond listened as he asked the start of the questions that seemed to be used to screen certain personalities.

Desmond thought for just a moment before he answered, "Sigh, I believe in this case, it's evidence...to up hold the integrity of the guard I couldn't allow them to just leave with the evidence, but I won't get others involved. It'd be a difficult one as I would feel for them, however, I would try to talk to them about giving it up. I know they would fight it, but I would do what I can to get them to do it and then help them return the evidence in a unseen way so no one needs to know otherwise"

"Mhm." The prefect recorded Desmond's response but did not demand any further clarification in regards to the answer. "Noted. The next thing I would like to ask you is: What is the difference between a soldier and a guardsman?"

Desmond fretted if the Interviewer would have pushed further, yet he seemed to move on to the next question, one that was an interesting one that could either be seen as being based upon philosophy or based upon pure classification. Desmond knew not which he looked for so he answered as he could, "A Soldier is someone who is a member of an upstanding army whos job is to fight for and protect their country. A Guardsman is a member of a community who job is to fight for and protect their community. Both fight and protect their people, yet one is much closer to those they protect than the other, so they will have a naturally closer connection and trust".

"So why do we have both an army and a peacekeeping force? Why can't the 11th Mounted Rifle regiment of Perrence do the same job that we do?" The man retorted.

Desmond chuckled, as he said, "It's easy, Trust". Desmond shifted himself as he then continued, "You wouldn't trust someone you never knew to be the one you expect to protect your daughter from some pervs at night, even if they may be well trained and very capable. You wouldn't want someone who might have dubious ties outside the city you'll never know having the ability to say who is and who isn't a criminal. It's about the trust you have of those who are here to protect you, you don't mind having someone fight a war for you if you never see them, but you do care when someone outside of town comes to be a policing force. Because they aren't here for your community, they are here for the country. As the ears of a King never hear the cried of the Clerk and the Thief".

There was a tapping sound as the clerk's pen smacked against the table repetitively. He appeared to be giving something some serious thought. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence he impartially scribbled something down. "Third question: when is it okay to disobey the lawful orders of your superior?"

Desmond waited in silence, the tapping became more and more reverberating as it felt almost uncomfortable to sit and wait, as the moment the Interviewers pen finally scribbled a note, Demsond felt a sense of relief fill him as the man continued. The next question was another interesting one as it was the question of when was it okay to disobey lawful orders.

Desmond took a moment and then said, "The time I believe it is okay to disobey lawful orders of your superior would be when it either goes directly against the very foundation of what we as people believe is good, or when we are to turn our blades against those we are sworn to protect or know to be innocent. After all, laws may be changed based upon that which those higher than us believe befitting in either their benefit or otherwise, and any can be called guilty without due cause, yet we as people need to be able to stop when we know something is wrong".

The recruiter opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted when his runner abruptly returned. The two whispered in each others ears for a time, and then the Lamplighter was off to a different table. Desmond's interviewer looked at a dossier while glancing at him, then nodded and shuffled it back into the pile.

"Very well. The next thing I want to do is ask you a series of rapid-fire, binary questions. There are only right answers here. Ready?"

Once prompted Desmond said with a solid, "Yes sir", and the questions begin.

"What is seven times twelve?"

"84"

"What is the eighth letter of the Avincian alphabet?"

"𐌇(H)"

"Which way is east?"

Desmond looked as if he was confused for a moment that this was a question as he looked to the sun where it is rising and falling as he figured out which way was Eastward and tossed a thumb in the direction, "That direction"

"Spell playwright."

Desmond said in a clear voice to make sure a letter in not misheard, "P-L-A-Y-W-R-I-G-H-T"

"You have a number of coins that equal one Incantor. Twenty three coins are Owls. How many Bennies do you need to make up the remaining difference?"

Desmond took a quick moment of thought to remember the conversions and once done he gave his answer in a quick fashion, "You will have to have 50 Bennies".

When the questioning was over, the recruiter went back to his original document and checked something off. "Good enough. I think it's about time to wrap this up. I suppose you want to know how you did at this point...?" He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms at Desmond. His face looked more stern than it did previously.

"Question one. How to deal with crime among your own. Caring for your comrades is important, but as an officer of peace you need to adopt a different mindset. If you confront a criminal without the intent to arrest them, all you managed to do was warn them that their methods need improvement. There is no guarantee that the sob story he fed you was grounded in reality, nor that he has any intent to stop stealing in the future. It's our job to hold people accountable, not to rehabilitate them. That's a job for the Somnians. If arresting your own makes you uncomfortable then report the incident to your superiors."

The prefect took a wax seal and burned it onto his document using arcane magic. "You have potential though. You'll make a fine guardsman, I think, so long as you keep one thing in mind. Our goal is to arrest criminals, not shoot them in the head. Understood, mercenary?" He slid the document into a leather folder and leaned forward. "Training starts the day after Trials week. You know how to fight, but you don't know protocol. You'll report to the Proving Grounds where you will be assigned to your sergeant and begin your drills."

Finally, the man slid a sheaf of papers towards Desmond. "These are things we need you to fill out and turn in to the school's records department. Financial aid forms. Release of liability in the case of injury. Duty statements. Very interesting stuff I'm sure. Welcome to the Lamplighters, Mr. Catulus."

Desmond said with a calm, "Yes sir", as he rose from his seat and shook the Interviewer's hand before he left.

Societies Desmond is to join

Enchanter's union

Little RAScals (Freebie)-
House of Japes
Mad Caps
Mage Hunter's society
Rat Bastards
Speed Demons
Yasoi'riimei
Lamp Lighter's- Posted about joining

Apologies

Sorry I took so long and this is so basic, I was busy with other things and wanted to get this out before things get going.

I'll be doing stuff for the other clubs and extracurriculars, however, that will not be for a little bit.

Mechwarrior: Disposable Heroes

Location:
Western Continent, Espia
NPDRE Outpost F-10
Date/Time:
18 April, 3030/0515 Hours
Interactions:
The Green Knights
Gear:
SERE Kit-

Hider

Tarak keeps a SERE(Survival Evasion Resistnace Escape) kit inside his cockpit incase he needs to eject and survive in the wilderness on his own for some time, he has a black hard polymer pack filled with MREs to last him a few days, a broken down Semi-automatic carbine with one 20 round magazine, a flash light, a canteen filled with 1L of water, a knife, a trauma kit to stabilize wounds and set broken bones, and a collapsible spade within it. This kit is attached to his seat to keep it from flying about and possibly causing damage while within the cockpit.

Combat gear-

Hider

a white and grey camo clothing, a cooling vest able to take small arms fire and regulates his body temperature to allow for higher survivability inside and outside the cockpit, a pair of gloves, his boots, some light armoring across his body to more easily take impacts and dampen blows, and his Neurohelmet. He has a suppressed hand gun with one 20 round magazine holstered on his left leg, and on his right leg he has his Personal Cassette Player which has his "Flower's Favorites" cassette in it.

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Desperado was focusing on the Crimson RVN-3L as he let loose his lasers to start to cut more of the shambling mech apart. Yet it took him too long to notice the rockets coming down onto the group. A missile rocked against Black Pheonix's chest as it blew up, thankfully it was at a bad angle so it stripping off mostly surface-level armor. Yet Tarak knew this was bad, he was one of the targets and he knew with LRMs he would have gotten the light end as most of them missed him. The Black Pheonix began to shift and looked back as Tarak was about to check in with Ziska, as a roar came over the mic, "CAT!!!" The Black Pheonix began moving back and checking the downed RVN-3L. Tarak looked over Ziska's Mech to view any damages on it, it seemed mostly fine from any proper lethal hits. Yet that did not settle if she had taken injury within, so the Black Pheonix began to take a defensive stance near the downed RVN-3L as Tarak waited for any response.

Yet, right when Tarak was about to let off another shot, he saw in the corner of his eye movement, his head twisted as Black Pheonix moved slightly to see that the RVN-3L he was watching over was rising. He was about to call out to her when she stabilized, yet she was already prepared to move, Desperado knew what she was doing, yet he could not stop her. Instead, he had the same sentiments, there could only be one bird controlling the battlefield. Black Pheonix began moving to support Alleycat, Desperado could not leave her to take another blow like that, it would put her out for good, so he prepared even to take the brunt if needed.

As the moment the Crimson Raven came within view, Tarak watched as it was lit up with Infernos, missiles, and lasers he watched as a mech was ripped apart. As the battlefield was slowly shifting the Black Pheonix turned to the Crimson Jenner that was taking chunks out of Ramrod and Giggles. Black Pheonix steadied its Right Arm to fire is Medium and Large Laser at the Crimson Jenner to help get the annoying Mech off their Heavy Mechs so they can peel out.

Mechwarrior: Disposable Heroes

Location:
Western Continent, Espia
NPDRE Outpost F-10
Date/Time:
18 April, 3030/0515 Hours
Interactions:
The Green Knights
Gear:
SERE Kit-

Hider

Tarak keeps a SERE(Survival Evasion Resistnace Escape) kit inside his cockpit incase he needs to eject and survive in the wilderness on his own for some time, he has a black hard polymer pack filled with MREs to last him a few days, a broken down Semi-automatic carbine with one 20 round magazine, a flash light, a canteen filled with 1L of water, a knife, a trauma kit to stabilize wounds and set broken bones, and a collapsible spade within it. This kit is attached to his seat to keep it from flying about and possibly causing damage while within the cockpit.

Combat gear-

Hider

a white and grey camo clothing, a cooling vest able to take small arms fire and regulates his body temperature to allow for higher survivability inside and outside the cockpit, a pair of gloves, his boots, some light armoring across his body to more easily take impacts and dampen blows, and his Neurohelmet. He has a suppressed hand gun with one 20 round magazine holstered on his left leg, and on his right leg he has his Personal Cassette Player which has his "Flower's Favorites" cassette in it.

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The moment the tension became thick enough to be cut with a knife, hell broke loose and the devil came to have his fun. As missiles and laser fire rained down onto the convoy and Ostroc, Tarak noticed the Raven that came all too close to the convoy and ripped apart the truck carrying MREs, a blow some would find merciful, yet one that still hurt. Tarak's blood began to boil, as he felt his heart racing he thought of what was happening. His mind began to race once more to his dreams, and then what is happening now, those inside the vulnerable convoy. His helmet hid his face from the world, as underneath was that of a visage of a demon.

His face contorted as his teeth bared, and his voice almost roared through the steel coffin he named Black Pheonix, yet none could hear. The comms never came on, as he made sure they were never to come on past a certain volume. Black Pheonix dropped the cargo and rushed the Raven as it tried to escape. It was a light mech, fast on the move, yet he's tagged targets like that much the same. As he saw Alleycat's Raven move in to begin to confront the Crimson Raven, Desperado followed up.

As Desperado used his larger mech to threaten the Raven to move in specific ways, he followed the lead of Alleycat and her Raven to make sure they would never move into each other's pattern as they tried to corral the Crimson Raven. As shot after shot was unloaded into the Crimson Raven, Desperado saw his moment and raised his right arm and unloaded both his Large Laser and his Medium Laser on the right arm into the Raven to try and rip more of it apart, and maybe make use of the damage already done to finish it off.

As the moment they fully fired off their arms, Alleycat began to peel away as Black Pheonix would begin to do the same shifting more slowly to make sure he was the leading target so she had plenty of time and room to fall back as Black Pheonix was more able to eat a few shots than a Raven was.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon~
Location: North Pass, at Odds and Ends
Interactions/Mentions: Annya @princess, Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Bron @GingerBoi123
Armor:
A full suit of Steel Half Plate & a
Steel Targe
Steel Half Plate
Weapon(s):
Steel Longsword
Devil's Reach, an Adamantine electromagnetic Railgun

Inventory: A sturdy set of winter clothing, his dog tags, a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, a set of Winter Boots, Eye Protectors, Dark Sight Glasses, Way finder.

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Ismael laughed as Bron spoke about his mood as Ismael said with a jovial tone, "I am quite happy today actually, Billy, the boar I got, he finally is starting to listen to my commands! So I am actually very happy". Ismael talked with a smile when he was happy, so it made it very easy to tell when he was happy.

As the talking started for the hunt, Ismael listened intently as the speaking began, taking note of the competition that would be taking place. The paths were simple enough however they could pose danger if an enemy were to strike as it have multiple points of contact for an ambush. Yet that was a worry that was second to some of the more main issues, it seemed that Ismael was to go with the hunt master himself Bron!

Ismael looked to Bron and gave a slight nudge to the arm as he said slightly jovially, "Geuss we can see if that experience you have can beat my creation".

Ismael said this jokingly in the fact that he knew Bron was going to be a formidable opponent when it comes to catching game, but that never meant Ismael was going to give up. Ismael di make sure to study the map carefully to make sure he knew where the chokes in the trail would possibly come and the best places for ambushes. As they were in a very remote location, it could be possible that the Dark Elves have now at least been spreading out to the more remote regions to find lone Humans fleeing in a desperate attempt to escape possibly fates worst than death.

O R I F L A M M E

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A Familiar Sight

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Mentions/Interaction: Sweyn, Thunder Spear @Force and Fury

Arsène's task was one he chose himself and it was one he knew well, to hunt. The Barbarians had been razing villages and carving death and destruction in their paths. Arsène hoped to quell this carnage, this death that had found its way to his home many years ago has now found itself back in lands he knew. The smoke that filled the air was not one of smoke smelt in burning fire wood or coal. It was rough on the lungs, a deep dark black, and had a pungent sickeningly sweet smell that stuck to the throat and made you nearly gag, as the body knew this was the same smell as a persons body burning.

Arsène knew this smell very well, it was one that had stuck in his mind from when he was a child. As they moved through the many villages that had been burned this same smoke that has been from his childhood, it was a smoke that made even the hardiest men gag. As for Arsène, his blood boiled, he could not bear to keep his distain hidden, however he was among goo9d company that seemed to also agree the same. Yet soon they saw another village burn, but they were to find something they would have never expected.

Arsène was the first among the group, so for him he sensed a man within the village before the others, as he prepared for an ambush, yet then it was only one man. Arsène worried as soon they spotted one of the strongest of the Barbarians, Sweyn Thunder Spear. Within that moment almost all of them prepared for a fight, yet Arsene saw something strange. He could not tell what he saw around Sweyn, however it called to him to hold. Arsène rose his hand and stopped the volley of spells and arrows from raining down onto Sweyn, as when called to answer, Arsène spoke and said, "I'm unsure, yet I have a feeling. I'm going to go speak with him. Prepare to assist me in case the Old man decides to piss himself". Arsene chuckled slightly as he began to shift in the saddle.

As the other knights looked to Arsène dumbfounded, Arsène dismounted off of his horse and started to make his way towards the lone man. He seemed all too distracted, and for Arsène it almost felt like he saw a ghost while looking at Sweyn. Possibly of a man long dead, or of one that is still alive, for Arsène, he looked as if he had lost his way. All he could do was what he could, and now, he has done things he could not atone for. Arsène made his way over as once he had made it towards the man he was greeted with a sight he was not prepared for. From the many descriptions Arsène was given, he assumed a powerful man such as Sweyn would have been something akin to a man larger than life, he expected a man wizened by his years, full of body and mind with power to spare. Yet now he was nothing more than an old man groveling at the body of a child who had died before him.

Arsène sighed heavily as he saw the child and all he could do was pray that she would be given a kind after life to any god she prayed to. Arsène prepared for anything as he finally neared and looked down upon the older man and spoke out to hi with a strong and solid voice, "Old man, why are you here?"

Mechwarrior: Disposable Heroes

Location:
Western Continent, Espia
NPDRE Outpost F-10
Date/Time:
18 April, 3030/0515 Hours
Interactions:
The Green Knights
Gear:
SERE Kit- Tarak keeps a SERE(Survival Evasion Resistnace Escape) kit inside his cockpit incase he needs to eject and survive in the wilderness on his own for some time, he has a black hard polymer pack filled with MREs to last him a few days, a broken down Semi-automatic carbine with one 20 round magazine, a flash light, a canteen filled with 1L of water, a knife, a trauma kit to stabilize wounds and set broken bones, and a collapsible spade within it. This kit is attached to his seat to keep it from flying about and possibly causing damage while within the cockpit.

Combat gear- a white and grey camo clothing, a cooling vest able to take small arms fire and regulates his body temperature to allow for higher survivability inside and outside the cockpit, a pair of gloves, his boots, some light armoring across his body to more easily take impacts and dampen blows, and his Neurohelmet. He has a suppressed hand gun with one 20 round magazine holstered on his left leg, and on his right leg he has his Personal Cassette Player which has his "Flower's Favorites" cassette in it.

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As Desperado moved through the gates and heard Ramrod had called out for them to act as pack mules. As Black Pheonix began to adjust the large container in its hands and began to go forward yet the moment he took a further step forward it froze in place and waited, as within Tarak had received the burst transmission, his comms were quite ready for something like this, as the designers of the Pheonix Hawk seemed to have expected a high-power microwave-burst transmission to be used, so they prepared for it to receive an over the top microwave-burst that could be heard through almost anything.

"Green Knights, this is Gawain Actual, Hostile mechs inbound, rendezvous at nav-point Echo! Repeat, hostile mechs inbou--"

As once the call was passed from Ramrod to move, Black Pheonix shifted the container in its hands as it shifted the container to his off hand so it can aim its weapon while moving as Desperado said, "Yes ma'am!". As the legs of Black Pheonix to begin to move as the container behind him began dragging on the ground and gravel. Slight scrapping and scratching occurred, yet every now and again a loud bang and screech came from the container as it hits many different things in the way. Yet Desperado almost tuned it all out, he was looking and watching for almost anything. As his hand within the machine almost twitched waiting for a Battlemech to appear.

The Hourglass Order

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Location: San Agustin, Torragonese High Desert

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Chapter: Deserted

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Among Mortals and Legends

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Once Desmond had mounted the large deer construct he noticed it's many different pieces. It was half plant half animal, and all terrifying, yet it seemed oddly beautiful. As the creature began shifting, it started to make a large area for Desmond to solidly stand and even had a cover to make sure he wasn't burnt by the sun, very thoughtful.

As they moved Desmond had slowly been making a bullet, he could not make a new hellfire bullet on the fly, so he knew he needed to instead retrofit one. As Desmond took out one of the rifle bullets and began inspecting it, he took out his tools and saw he needed to unseat the bullet as he began to use his tools and the gift to take out the lead bullet in the casing and began to scan the insides, as it seemed that there was this very fine powder within that seemed to fill up only a partial amount of the casing. Desmond would figure out why later, right now he wished to make sure he understood how to make the bullet. As Desmond grabbed both bullets, he began to shape the lead ball in his hand to change the size using Arcane and Kinetic energy. As once it has lengthened, he began to shift and compare it to the same size of the other bullet, yet he could not be working the lead too much, because if he did and input too much heat he might accidentally create a small explosion in his hand he is not prepared to stop.

As once they made it to the area they would face the Royal Sand Wurm off, Desmond was still working, this control was imperative, almost more so than anything he could ever think of at this moment. This was his first step forward, and if he was going to do something here, he needed to use everything. Once Desmond heard Casii yell for him, Desmond seated his new bullet back into it's casing and stuffed away the other bullet as he was going to save it for other projects.

As once the Wyrm appeared the fighting began, Desmond's work was intense to say the least, anytime he was able to fire a shot at the Wyrm he made sure to catch it on the weak side as he filled every bullet with every ounce of Kinetic energy he could. As bullets collided, many bounced off of the hide of the Large dragon. Desmond winced as he continued to fire bullet after bullet, his body was surely feeling the constant strain, it always had. He had to always put everything into fights, he wasn't gifted enough to fight as other mages, and this was not a fight any similar to what he has done before, this was a fight for monsters.

Yet Desmond gritted his teeth as he pulled out everything he had in this fight. First came the Blunderbuss that Benedetto held, it had these strange bullets that seemed to be similar to uranium, yet when near he was told he needed to wear protection, sadly Desmond didn't have time so he gritted his teeth as he used Kinetic energy to load the bullet as quickly as possible, as once the Wyrm reared it's head to fight the Golem Deer, as the moment it rises from the sands, Desmond was prepared to fire, yet he felt his back tingle and a whisper in his ear, as his finger held still as he waited. Desmond stood his ground on the golem as the Deer underneath him began to take a defensive stance, yet the moment the Wurm reared up and tried to spew this large stream of acid, Desmond still held as he felt it wasn't time. As the moment the acid was to hit, Trypano used Chemical magic to turn the acid inert wit a base, as Desmond was nearly covered by the liquid, he pulled the trigger as the entire stream was torn apart as these many small pellets ripped it's way through the mouth of the Wurm and made it roar in pain.

As it continued, Desmond used many of the weapons he had gathered, as over and over agina the beast seemed to only get angrier, yet Desmond was still waiting, it was not time yet. He continually had to use his different weapons, as he waited and waited, as the moment the beast had finally gotten to the stage where it would use it's increadible power. As once it dived under again, Desmond felt his back tingle once more, it was coming. As the Beast came out of the ground, it was covered in fire as underneath the scales this burning red light seemed to cut through and made the Wurm look as if it was a beast made of magma.

Desmond threw off all of his gear except for the Sirrahi rifle and ran to the front where he saw Casii and barked out to her, "CHARGE IT!! This is our chance!" As the Golem charged forward the Wurm dived down again and past the golem as it began to go for the others, as it breathed out fire, at first it was like spittle and embers of fire, yet as the bast continued it began to burn more and more until it literally was an inferno, as the moment They made it to the Wurm, it reared it's ugly head and almost blotted out the sun with it's intense heat and light, Desmond knew, this was it.

As the Wurm came bearing down onto the golem, Desmond called out and yelled, "JUMP!". As a massive fireball incinerates Casii's golem, it opens its mouth wide, eye glowing infernally. It is an evil creature now: consumed by madness and the aberration. The deer's occupants, in a last gasp escape, are flung free into the sky. The nimble yasoi lands in a magic-enhanced roll, crying out as her ankle buckles beneath her on the shifting sand, but otherwise unharmed.

This path is not for Desmond, however. As Desmond leaped off of the Deer, he began turning and taking out his rifle. He felt his reflexes were enhanced, as when he pulled in energy he felt as if it was more filling. Desmond called onto every form of skill he could, as a falling shot was not one he trained for, it was going to be a new experience. As Desmond was going to fire a bullet the moment the Wurm opened it's mouth, yet again, it almost it felt like a hand was on his stopping him from firing. As a whisper was in his ear, it was indescribable, yet Desmond waited. As he stared down the throat of the sun as when the fire was being breathed out, the fire began to surround him as he saw it, his eyes almost locked on to the moment, the shot needed. As he felt the hand slowly move away from his, telling him to fire, Desmond pulled the trigger as he had quite literally poured everything he had into that bullet. He had drawn well past his limits and forced it all in the moment to cause the explosion to become one of the greatest he could. As the moment his hit the ground, he was out.

Desmond was out for some time, his body was maimed, charred, and Desmond was quite literally on death's door, yet for Desmond, in his mind, he was peacful. For the first time, he felt like there was some peace in his sleep, as he slowly was walking up a hill, there being a large tree which had these light pink flowers as Desmond hears a leaf flute being played. It was an 'instrument' taught to him by someone of his past, as he made his way up the hill, he saw for just a moment, just a glimpse, as the sunset was hanging over the horizon it made it difficult, but he could see, as the woman turned around a smile he remebered from those years ago.

Yet before either can exchange words, the world became hot, as Desmond felt ash and blood getting pulled out of his lungs as he felt his mind began to race. He was awake again as he threw himself up trying to figure out what is happening and realized he was back. Desmond was for a moment breathing heavily, yet he regulated it very quickly as he said in a bit of a goofy laugh, "Man, what did I miss?"

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Location:Academy of Thaumaturgy, Ersand'Enise

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Chapter: Return to the Academy, School Arc

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A Missing Peace

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After they returned to the Refuge, Desmond was mostly to himself, he was not much of a celebrating mood. He had relegated himself to resting up on the roof of the Refuge where he was left mostly alone. Desmond was uncharacteristically calm the entire time, even while betting during the large auction he was calm. He smiled, and joined in somethings before they left, but he was calm. It was almost like he was always lost in thought, as if he wasn't here.

As Once they returned to school, their Zeno Fades-in-Moonlight checked with them why they were gone for a whole week, and Desmond gave a simple response of a secret mission. As it seemed to have been enough for his master, as Desmond went upon his way. Desmond had then spent the next week coming back to his norm, spending time with his roommate and his Student group seemed to have helped him bring himself back from this seeming slump.

During this week it was otherwise uneventful, he spent much of his time working with the many new things he had in his hands. His new materials he got from the Wurm fight, the many new weapons he got from the Sirrahi. He has also spent much of his time cleaning his room once Silas had sold the organ and burning many incents and oils to make the room smell okay again. Near the end of the week he decided to finally open up the Encyclopedia that he was given from Sileen, as when he found the note that was in the book, 'I hope this will humor you as much as it did the first time we met'. As Desmond looked toward the book, he saw his picture and what the entry was on and all he could do was laugh.

Desmond laughed so loud that it could be heard from the other rooms around him. It was a picture of him when he was younger as he was squatting over a chamber pot. Desmond's laughing was uncontrollable, as he fell onto his bed as he continued to laugh, yet soon that laughter turned to crying. As he was alone, no one was in the room, and it seemed no one was near, he cried from somewhere deep. As he cried, all he could do was cry, as that night he fell asleep with tears staining his pillow, as no one was the wiser of that night.

O R I F L A M M E

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The 2nd Wave

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Mentions/Interaction: Queen Astrid, Inga, and Arne'altan'jaros @Force and Fury

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Kol had spent much of his time in menial tasks, he needed to make sure his supplies were prepared before they were to head off again. After speaking to his quartermaster to prepare the items needed and to get his armor repaired, Kol did what he must do, he needed to make his pressence known! So he did light bit of travel in the early morning, he walked Meldheim, viewing the many wonderful things it held as it was quite rare for Kol to be able to visit Meldheim. It may be the home of the King of Kings and also the capital of his land, but it was not his city. His home was beyond the horizon, over the great waters where he would find his people waiting for the news to travel to them from Meldheim. He wondered how many of his Jarls would be left, how many were home waiting for news to enter the second wave. Yet those thoughts left as many young men and women threw themselves at Kol for any number of reasons. As a King who has take no wife, many younger women threw themselves towards the Strumish king in hopes to catch his eye, while the men crowded him wishing to hear the news from the under King himself.

Kol entertained the crowd the best he could, he was never known to have been the greatest actor or crowd pleaser. Kol live a very different life to those ideas, he was a Warrior and a King. His body and mind hardened on the battlefield and at the political table. Yet to act as the face, he was almost too kind, too innocent of a man from what many expected. Many expected this man to be almost demanding, hard and stern, yet Kol was very polite, as his time almost seemed to be taken up by the constant crowds and the occasional wreck or fixing that Kol seemed to almost put off all else to help with.

With such commotion within the city, Kol almost forgot the most important bit of buisness, he had to meet little Inga and Queen Astrid in the courtyard to meet one of the newest recruits of the Æresvaktr, Arne'altan'jaros. Kol made his way to the courtyard and found one of the woman he cherishes most in this world, as Kol gave a light smile and a light bow himself to acknowledge Inga as he spoke, "Ah, I see. Well Inga let us greet him then". Kol made his way over to Arne as his size began to become apparent, Kol stood well within the range of Yasoi men, yet his body was much larger than almost all men of their kind. As Kol gave a nod to Arne and said, "It is good to meet you, you know who I am and I know who you are, how about instead of formalities, we give our true greetings in a spar?"

Kol spoke with a smile and calm demenor as he slowly took off layer upon layer of his clothing. His large red cape, his heavy cloak, his thick more ornamental clothing, all revealing a much tighter thin layer of cloth that seem to tightly hold onto the kings body. Some would call it a tunic yet the arms are cut off and the thought of thick cloth seemed thin on his body. Once he set his items aside, he folded up his cape and kneeled down to Igna and said to her, "Here you are little flower, I must ask you, may you please take care of my banner 'till I return?" Kol spoke as a light jest and allowed Igna some form of feeling in the spar that is to occur, it was Kol's Banner, it was something dear to him, so he wished for it to stay safe.

Once Kol had finished his little talk, he then stood back up and turned to Arne. Kol began walking forward as he said, "Ah, you waited, well, I am ready whenever you are". Kol took up a loose stance as he looked at his sparing partner, as he rolled his shoulders while continuing to speak, "Let's see if you can provide more than a nice little stretch". Kol spoke in jest to see the head that is on his sparring partner, Kol was here to see how capable these people were and give approval. He had no clue what he was expecting from either Arne or the Skyge, but he needed to be ready. So for Arne, Kol will be taunting Arne the entire time while only using his fist, as the usual, yet he wanted to be showy, after all the Queen and Igna were watching him, so he had to put a bit of a showing.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon~
Location: North Pass, at Odds and Ends
Interactions/Mentions: Annya @princess, Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Bron @GingerBoi123, and Kharne @Kazemitsu
Armor:
A full suit of Steel Half Plate & a
Steel Targe
Steel Half Plate
Weapon(s):
Steel Longsword
Devil's Reach, an Adamantine electromagnetic Railgun

Inventory: A sturdy set of winter clothing, his dog tags, a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, a set of Winter Boots, Eye Protectors, Dark Sight Glasses, Way finder.

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Ismael hand steadied as he took a rice ball, he was excited genuinely excited that Annya was more than willing to allow him to eat the rice balls. It was also her mistake, as she gave a man starving food, so he will eat to his hearts content. Ending up with Ismael grabbing quite a few rice balls from the basket as he said, "Ah thanks Annya! You're the best! Ah! They're so good! I can't stop!!"

Ismael figured Annya out decently quickly, she was like a child who needed to have everything to be perfect and gaining admiration and affirmations was something she looked for. So to get more food without spending a dime, he used that little habit of Annya's and some of his top-tier acting. As Ismael heard someone else approach, he looked towards the voice and saw it was Bron, Ismael waved to him with a rice ball in his mouth as he said, "hmh ahm yuh bhun?"

Ismael finished eating as he then said again, "Ah, sorry about that Bron. Hey, how are you!" Ismael laughed after as they started to head towards Yugi's shop, Ismael was eating very leisurely as once they entered the shop Ismael gave a small smile to Yugi and said, "Hello once again Yugi. I hope the roof is doing well. If you need anymore help on your shop you can always ask". Ismael was about to continue until he saw Annya run like a bullet up to the Shopkeeper, compliment him on his looks and then began talking while looking through the many things he had for sale. All Ismael could do was laugh as he began poking around in the shop as he looked to everyone, "Well I guess we should make sure what we have will fight off the cold when travelling out, so maybe getting new boots from Yugi, I can attest they are quite solid as I've been using mine for a few months now".