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Fury

Name: Fury

Description: "Passions are formed not by any one idea, fury takes not just one form, rage does not quell to just one outburst, and all wrath never fades."

What is a man without a conviction? What is a fighter without a weapon?

For all that is true, a man cannot hold a conviction without a weapon, a fighter cannot how a weapon without conviction, and fury is sometimes the greatest motivator.

This weapon takes many forms, yet is always hidden, as the base form is of 2 tight wrapping bands of metal that shape and conform to the wearer rising up the arms and stopping at the top of the bicep. This simple yet strong metal holds begemot manas within that are programmed to take on the shape and form of different weapons. Each arm covering was enchanted to take on its natural arm covering form, shrinking down into a pair of metal sticks, and even to that of Katar punch daggers.

While each one has these 3 base forms, each arm covering has been programmed to also take on 6 other weapon forms to fit different styles and techniques fitted to specifically cater to different situations and needs. Having a total arsenal of 15 different weapons, with each being able to be manipulated to fit certain conditions and other things when needed.

Special Traits:

Formless-

The begemot manas within these items has been programmed and trained to be able to efficiently and quickly take on different forms and shapes to match different weapons and items that have been preprogrammed for the manas to take. However, the manas still retain their ability to still change the shape and form of the items to extend, shrink, curve, and sharpen the material they are in. With the Begemot manas within the items, anytime they are chipped, warped, or damaged the manas within will begin to repair the vessel they are in.

Base Forms

Base forms are the most simple forms that both arms share. These give a balance on both sides without losing any ability to use the other arm.

Armor-

Hider

Description:

The first and most easily hidden form of this item, the weapons turn themselves into wrapping and coiling bands of metal that wrap across the hands of the wearer, following up the forearm, then continuing past the elbows until they reach the top of the user's bicep and right underneath the shoulder. Underneath the user would normally wear a minor amount of padding to stop basic chaffing and provide some protection and dampening against blows. Within this form, this item is as thin as possible to allow the user to hide it under normal clothing and gloves.

In this form, the weapons allow for maximum dexterity and even allow the user to make the armor move away from the hands and higher up the arm, covering the shoulder, to hide the weapon further and even allow the user to use their hands to their full use. Allowing the user to use many different open-hand martial arts without worry of being encumbered by the armor, or the fear of hurting themselves.

Eskrima Sticks-

Hider

Description:

The second of the base forms allows the user to move much of the coiling bands from the upper parts of the arms, to form two simple weapons that take the form of 20-inch long sticks that would often be seen in the Palaparese martial art 'Eskrima'. These sticks are solid and hard while also being able to be manipulated enough to shift and change their forms into hooks, spikes, blades, bulbs, and other more simple shapes.

In this form, the weapon allows the user to utilize many different forms of weapon martial arts, including 'Eskrima' for dual stick fighting, but also includes multiple different knife martial arts that would use either one or two hands, or also includes completely different styles such as the twin hook sword martial arts that was often seen in the southern Rettan area.

Katar-

Hider

Description:

The final of the base forms of this item is one of the most simple in nature as it allows the user to move most of the material the weapon would leave above the elbow and shifts it out to be facing out from the fist to form 2 large push daggers known as the Sawandi Katar. These push blades are formed to stick up to a foot out to provide the most amount of blade while also allowing the rest of the material to cover the user's hands and forearms up to the elbow. These blades are able to be manipulated from their broad stabbing head to allow the user to shape the blade to better cut, rend, and shrink the blade to better get through or around defenses or armor.

In this form the weapon allows the user to maximize their lethality with striking forms of hand-to-hand martial arts. Allowing the user to perform multiple forms of closed-hand techniques with high lethality without the worry of a stiff weapon getting in the way of a user at a very close range. With a punch not being able to either hit now with a solid point, a cutting edge, or even a blade that shifts and moves to try and stab the target, it turns a simple fist fighter into a lethal combatant.

Rage

"Within my right hand I hold the deepest reaches of the earth and the greatest heights of the world"

Spear-

Hider

Description:

The first and most simple form Rage takes is that of a 6-foot-long white spear that takes the entirety of the arm armor on the right arm away to form the spear. Leaving behind the thin leather padding that is used normally to defend the user from chaffing and minor blows. This spear is very solid as with a broad head it allows the user to stab and cut with great ease while also being able to be manipulated into becoming a thin point, a curved blade, a sharpened hook, or even a blunted point to form different weapons or tools.

In this form the weapon allows the user to utilize many different forms of spear and other pole arm martial arts. Ranging from simple spearman-ship all the way to the martial arts many would attribute to the monks found in Nikan and Rettan all the way to the high-flying acrobatic polearm fighting seen in the flying dragon martial arts seen being done by Sawandi Yasoi. Yet like any spear, it is simple in nature, but very lethal as a simple stab is all that's needed in a fight.

War Pick-

Hider

Description:

The second and the most utilitarian form Rage takes is that of a simple 5-foot-long polearm with a hammer on one end and a pick on the other. This form takes the entirety of the arm armor on the right arm away to form the polearm while leaving behind the thin leather padding that is used normally to defend the user from chaffing and minor blows. This War pick is very solid and strong in design with a very singular purpose made for it, to break and pierce armor. With either head being able to be manipulated it allows this simple weapon to become a larger hammerhead, a thinner almost axe head, a sharpened back spike cutting or more curved for catching or even allowing the spike to extend even further to reach past guards and shields normally able to defeat even the strongest of attacks

In this form the weapon allows the user to utilize many different forms of hammer and other polearm-based martial arts. Ranging from the simple use of a hammer to much more practiced and even stylized uses seen within the Hegelan (Havernasti) martial art Davmelad, which focuses on the preservation of momentum and fast low moving and high-angle attacks. Yet like any simple tool, when all the user has is a hammer, every problem becomes a nail.

Guandao-

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Description:

The third and seemingly most strange of the polearms within Rage's repertoire is a polearm that stands at 6 feet tall with a large and thick blade that is 1 foot long and has smaller back hooks on the back of the blade. This form takes the entirety of the arm armor on the right arm away to form the polearm while leaving behind the thin leather padding that is used normally to defend the user from chaffing and minor blows. This polearm is known by the Rettanese as a Guandao and is a weapon with lots of flair and weight as it was both a tool used to distract and trick while also used as a cavalry weapon. The blade is quite large which allows the user great ability to manipulate it into becoming a longer thinner blade, a more weighted shifted crescent to concentrate the force into a single point like an upward facing crescent, or even to a hook or even whip to grab things from range. Allowing a wide variety of tools and uses.

In this form, the weapon allows the user to utilize many different forms of wide and sweeping-based polearm styles, often many of which such as simple Drudgunzean martial arts which use poleaxes, and larger bladed polearms will be simple slices, cuts, and stabs. While the more stylish Rettanese Guandao can often be used as a weapon to distract and dissuade an attacker as the user utilizes the blade and the back hooks to catch the target's limbs or weapon to disarm the target. Yet with its incredible weight, it is often used in large crescent cuts to keep the blade moving, which often makes the weapon much more powerful than would appear.

Talwar-

Hider

Description:

The fourth and most elegant form Rage takes is that of an iconic blade seen among cavalry and officers, the illustrious saber. This form takes quite a bit of the material from the arm armor, requiring enough to leave the armor to still cover the hand and a bit past the wrist, which would expose most of the leather padding that is used normally to defend the user from chaffing and minor blows. This saber takes on the form of the Virangish Talwar cavalry sword which is known for its solid blade and tight handle and hand guard, which specialized as a 'draw cut' sword and strange angle thrusts. This sword is able to be manipulated to change its blade profile and handle to form different weapons or tools, allowing thinner blades for more thrusts, a wider blade with a larger handle for more cuts, or even change the blade entirely to become a bulb to become like a mace.

In this form the weapon allows the user to utilize many different forms of single-handed blades. This allows the user to utilize and perform different techniques and martial arts ranging from simple shoulder lock thrusts, to much more flashy full martial arts such as Virangish Fencing or even the very fast and frenetic Sawandi fencing martial arts.

Urumi-

Hider

Description:

The fifth and truly most difficult and unforgiving form Rage takes is that of the strange whip. This form takes the entirety of the arm armor on the right arm away to form the strange flexible sword, which leaves behind the thin leather padding that is used normally to defend the user from chaffing and minor blows. Rage takes on the form of the more stylistic and performative Sawandi weapon known as the Urumi. The Urumi, like its more threatening cousin, the Calinx, is much more flexible than many other swords and is much longer than many others. This blade will often be about 6 feet long, with a thin dual-edged blade that when swung acts much like a whip, while retaining some rigidness to still catch and cut objects. This sword is able to be manipulated to change its blade profile to become thinner with multiple blades, thicker and more like a true whip, thin out and gain a more solid point like a rope and dart, or even become even thinner and more round like a thin metal rope the user can use for many different things.

In this form the weapon allows the user to utilize many different and strange forms of martial arts. Many of these can be considered more performative rather than true martial arts, yet many of them can be very dazzling and difficult to defend against if one had never seen them before.

Slingstaff-

Hider

Description:

The sixth and final form Rage takes is also the most strange and curiously designed out of any of the other forms Rage takes. This form is of a strange design similar to a sling staff yet instead of a sling a large basket is designed to be used in Hegelan sports to throw leather balls far distances. This weapon takes this form as a strange and curious way to throw projectiles, and the shape is able to be manipulated to hold large objects, have a longer basket to throw an object more quickly, or even being able to make the basket much more reinforced to be able to catch an object to throw it back.

In this form the weapon allows the user to utilize an incredibly niche and strange form of fighting. Yet with its strange design and features, this is able to allow the user to throw objects the size of a baseball at a speed exceeding 300 miles per hour and hit with enough force to shatter bones, crack stones, and deal seriously if not lethal injuries to larger creatures and targets.

Wrath

"Within my left hand I hold the farthest sights of the sky and the brightest lights of the stars"

Sodegarami-

Hider

Description:

The first and most merciful form Wrath takes that of a 7-foot-long white polearm that has multiple metal bands on the shaft with backward-facing hooks, a t shape with multiple hooks that will catch and snag onto clothing and the such, or even grab onto limbs if needed. This strange polearm takes the entirety of the arm armor on the right arm away to form the spear. Leaving behind the thin leather padding that is used normally to defend the user from chaffing and minor blows. This polearm is made with the purpose of catching a person and controlling them. These types of polearms often, referred to as 'man catchers', are often less than violent options to apprehend a target and can be used to hold and control people. The 'man catcher' made in the Nikanese design is able to be manipulated into changing its shape to catch larger or smaller targets, change shapes to even more tightly hold a target, or even become lethal if needed.

In this form the weapon allows the user to utilize a polearm in ways normally unable to as often most weapons have difficulty becoming less than lethal. This polearm is able to use simple or complex techniques to take control of a person or their weapon to attempt to disarm the target or even disable and apprehend the target.

Kanabo-

Hider

Description:

The second and largest form Wrath takes is that of a 7-foot-long thick metal club with flat faces and studs. This large metal cub takes the entirety of the arm armor on the right arm away. Leaving behind the thin leather padding that is used normally to defend the user from chaffing and minor blows. This club is made in the form of the Nikanese war club, the Kanabo, this club is designed to crush and break anything in its way while being able to manipulate its shape to become larger, or wider to act as even a small shield, thinner to make the club more like a large cleaver, or even lengthen and thin to become like a large pole.

In this form the weapon allows the user to utilize clubs and larger blunt weapons which are often used to beat and break armor, weapons, or even beasts. This weapon is made to utilize specialized martial arts that focus on the conservation of momentum and large arcing attacks to produce great force through the large weight of the weapon and leverage.

Claymore-

Hider

Description:

The third and most recognizable form Wrath takes is that of a large 2 handed great sword with a thick base that leads to a thin tapered tip. This large sword takes the entirety of the arm armor on the right arm away. Leaving behind the thin leather padding that is used normally to defend the user from chaffing and minor blows. This sword takes the form of the Enthish Claymore known for its intimidating size and weight in comparison to other great swords. This sword is able to manipulate its form to become larger than that of the even longer zweihander, wider and much more powerful in the cut like an executioner's blade, and even take on curves and bends to even take on the form of larger curved blades or other such weapons.

In this form the weapon allows the user to utilize many different forms of two-handed blades. This allows the user to utilize and perform different techniques and martial arts ranging from simple sword binds to much more complex master cuts and grapples.

Buckler Shield-

Hider

Description:

The fourth and most defensive form Wrath takes is that of a small round shield known as a buckler used as a side arm. This form of the shield takes armor from the right arm away starting from the hand and working its way up to halfway up the forearm. Leaving behind the thin leather padding that is used normally to defend the user from chaffing and minor blows on the hand and wrist area while the rest of the arm is protected with metal, yet the uncovered areas are still protected by the shield itself. This shield is able to take the forms of many different shields, from small round shields all the way to large kite shields, it allows the user to gain protection from many different forms of attacks and can still be modified to become a weapon by manipulating the shield to gain spikes, sharpened edges and even blades or hooks to cut or hold things.

In this form the weapon allows the user to utilize many different forms of shields to defend or attack with different weapons either from the shield itself or with the user's other hand.

Calinx-

Hider

Description:

The fifth and truly most difficult and unforgiving form Wrath takes is that of the whip blade. This form takes the entirety of the arm armor on the left arm away to form the strange sword with interlocking and detaching blades, which leaves behind the thin leather padding that is used normally to defend the user from chaffing and minor blows. Wrath takes on the form of the exotic and strange form of the Yasoi Calinx. This blade has multiple interlocking blades which can unlock and extend out to become a large whip that has multiple blades along the whip that are solid and rigid while when swung acts much like a whip allowing the blade to catch onto an object and cut as the blades pass by like a saw. This sword is able to be manipulated to change its blade profile to become thinner and much longer, thicker and more able to be used like a normal sword, it can also be made to have multiple teeth along the blade to become much better at cutting through tougher objects, or even able to swing or even punch through with a pike.

In this form the weapon allows the user to utilize many different and strange forms of martial arts. Many of these can be considered more performative rather than true martial arts, yet many of them can be very dazzling and difficult to defend against if one had never seen them before, many of these are high-flying ones that were made by the yasoi among the trees to move between them and fight among them.

Rungu-

Hider

Description:

Wrath's sixth and final form is one of the most simple and humble forms. Wrath takes the form of the Belzaggic Rungu, which is a throwing club with a bulbous head and a handle shape designed to fly straight and almost always land head first. This form takes the majority of the arm armor on the left arm away to form the club, which leaves behind the thin leather padding that is used normally to defend the user from chaffing and minor blows on the arm above the elbow, while below the user still has metal protecting the hand and the forearm area up to halfway to the elbow. This throwing club is able to manipulate its form to become larger, changing its form into different clubs, maces, and flails. The weapon is also able to manipulate its form to have spikes, flanges, hooks, and blades to change its form and every way of using it. This weapon can even change into different throwing implements, like tomahawks, glaives, or even kunai, allowing for a high variety of weapons such as a mace or even a throwing device.

In this form the weapon allows the user to utilize multiple different clubs, maces, and other bludgeoning weapons to crush, rend, and tear armor, while also gaining the ability to use throwing implements to attack from short to mid-range distances.

Additive Effect: ???, probably 15+ manas each arm as each arm is a large item and would need platinum manas for the Assimilator

Mana Type: Assimilator + Begemot + Juggernaut

University Of Magical Aptitude

Sorry about the late response

University Of Magical Aptitude

5 years ago, Phoenix Arizona

"Ah!"

A sharp cry out of pain filled a simple house, an old 1 story 3 bedroom house. The house was simple on the outside, with simple brick walls, metal grates on the windows, and a fenced yard that was just filled with dirt and gravel. A simple mid to low-end house, for a modest life family.

Another cry of pain pierced the ears of those within as the first on the scene was an older man, standing at 5'6 with a deep tan, he looked like a man who spent his entire life under the cruel sun desert sun. He threw the door open and yelled in "What's wrong mijo?!" On the floor was a younger man, just reached the age of 15 and looked to be in a lighter set of workout clothing. His arm was bent in a strange way, at the elbow his arm was bent backward at a near 90 degrees.

A shriek from behind the man occurred as then came a yell as another woman's voice yelled out "Mom!" The man at the doorway stepped in and grabbed both sides of the young man's arm and asked, "Adrith, what happened my boy?".

"I don't know. I don't know." The boy began to freak out as he thought back to what he felt. Just a few minutes ago, he was beginning to stretch to get ready to take a run to his Uncle's boxing gym. It was then Adrith began to feel something strange, it felt like an invisible muscle he could not quite understand, but it was strange, mentally it felt like he was moving it, but in the same sense of someone moving that muscle and knowing it is there because of the tension and 'burning' sensation. But even without him moving it, he could feel the muscle, he thought this was the next level to his training that his Uncle spoke of. The feeling and understanding of paths of energy and how to understand and use them to throw a powerful punch.

but this was not it, as when Adrith tried to understand this concept now, he tried to move his body with his stretches, but in one of his arm stretches he stretched too far and he felt the energy move and flowed up his body, in a fearful reaction of the strange feeling, he whipped his arm out, but the energy that he felt that was moving whipped out faster than his arm and broke it. Leaving him where he was now.

Another man came running in, looking just a bit older than Adrith, but much more dignified as he came crashing through the house, "Dad! What happened?!"

The older man looked to the other and said, "Your brother broke his arm some how".

Both men looked to Adrith as they expected him to speak, as Adrith told them the feeling, it was Adrith's older brother who had a thought, "You, might have magic". Everyone else looked to him strangely as he said, "He broke his arm from just a simple stretch, there's nothing in here he could just break his arm on and him falling would be easier to say than just some strange happening of him sending his elbow back".

After some time, they agreed, but then the question was what to do next and it was his father who suggested, "How about you...uhm...do the thing you did but backward?". Most looked to him strangely but he shrugged in a sheepish manner, "What? The car ride is an hour to the nearest hospital".

Adrith took a gulp of saliva in as he, made his thoughts clear, that same energy within him, he made it come from his fingertips back, as when that energy washed over, it sent streams of pain through Adrith as his arm shifted back into place. The pain was immense, but also relieving as he could feel his arm, it felt, better. Enough so, as he raised his arm it felt like he could move it with a little bit of pain.

A sigh fell over the house, as he was better, but it left the question, what next?

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Present Day, The Immortal Hills

Adrith rubbed the back of his neck when Ethan asked him about his 'gift', after Ethan and the...Adrith realized none of them introduced themselves, so it was Adrith who started the dialogue, "I realized we don't know each other's names, I'm Adrith. And my powers aren't about language or anything, I can manipulate the energies within me, me figuring out what Tell'sa was saying just came from me liking to learn languages and understanding how the energy flows between each word, if you know what I mean".

Adrith seemed very amazed at the gorgeous view, "Wow, yeah this is really amazing, I'm um, from Arizona, something like this is only from up north".

Mechwarrior: Disposable Heroes

Location:
"Uncle Mack's" Industrial Scrapyard
Property of Maxwell Metals Incorporated
A subsidiary of the Aqua Vitae Corporation
100 km south of Geom Haebyon
150 km northwest of Fort Tie
Date/Time:
26 March, 3030
Interactions:
Reya @Pilatus
Gear:
His clothing: Boots, long-sleeved shirt, pants, gloves, holstered handgun with 20 rounds

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Tarak held Reya, as she leaned into him, he watched her for a bit, trying to collect something from her emotions. Yet she seemed to hold herself in a quiet calm, he could feel her lay upon him, he could feel her breath. She seemed calm, that's all Tarak knew, and that was all he could work with, even with the finding of this information, she seemed calm. Trak just held her and listened to the news, originally he was taking in the many sides of those who did and did not wish to use the nuke, and for Tarak, he didn't care.

A weapon is a weapon, if the call comes down, and it needs to be done, Tarak would fire it himself. He wasn't even sure if he would feel a thing when the cloud disappeared, it was a weapon, and a target is a target. But Tarak's thoughts were broken when he felt the hand of Reya begin to caress his head and tried to beckon him closer. Tarak obliged as he leaned close to Reya, shifting his hand that was once on her shoulder to be on her hip as he listened close.

A smile then shown on his face, he shifted and lightly gave a small kiss near her ear as he said, "I am too". Once the Colonel had made his final remarks and ended the briefing, Tarak looked to Reya and said, "Wanna take a walk?".

The Hourglass Order

Shiroi Hamon (White Ripple)

Name: Shiroi Hamon (White Ripple)

Item Description: A gorgeous single-edged nikanese blade that has an opposing coloration of a pearl white blade that gives a stark contrast to the pitch black spine of the blade. With an air of elegance and a strange hint of something darker, this masterwork is the #10th and most renowned blade of Kagemitsu Kenshin. This blade has been forged with an unknown white metal that encases a forged and formed Chaos Marble that warps the space around it, giving it an almost insidious aura.

Special Traits:

Chaos Marble- The sword is formed from a Chaos marble which is able to warp space and time around it which disrupts, Temporal and Dark Magic.

- Able to cancel out Temporal and Dark energy near the weapon and is able to kill a target in all timelines.

Spell Break- The Sword ripples and wakes in our reality, an other-worldly blade denies the realities that which is known, allowing the user to slice reality and disrupt the very fabric of the world.

- The blade gives the user advantage on defense and increases the damage the user deals with a sword melee attack by 1 tier.

Ripple- The sword is formed and shaped in an almost strange and unusual way, the blade seems to wake and shift by just looking at it and seems to almost be in multiple places at once.

- This allows the user to leave an after-image of the blade anywhere it has been. Anytime the user attacks with the blade, if the user misses, the user leaves a ripple in the air. Leaving a space in the air that will cut anything that runs into it.

Wake- The sword's strange nature seems to deny the rules of reality, seeming to waver between this reality and another, it is able to manipulate the space around it and even manipulate the very reality it severs.

- The ripples the sword makes can be activated to cause them to close and then create a compression of space which sends out a Spacial temporal slash. This can be used to give the user 2 attacks if a ripple is already around. This will count as a Level 5 temporal attack.

- The ripples can also be activated where all ripples will close at once and cause another spacial compression, this time as an explosive wave through space-time. Each temporal ripple closing this way will be rolled as a 4d8 temporal attack, these can stack up to 3 times.

Additive Effect: 32 manas
Mana Type: Juggernaut

The Hourglass Order

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Cold Comfort: A Single Step

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Sleep is difficult outside of normal comforts, yet for working men, far easier than for others. Men who dedicate themselves to crafts, more so. So for Marz who has slept on an anvil, sleeping within the confines of solitary confinement, it was not pleasant, yet he could. His time within solitary confinment was just that, solitary. It was quiet and he had nothing to do, it left him with just thoughts, and all he could think was why was he here. What brought him to this place, what reason he accepted the request from the school. He had no clue, all he could think was that the reason him being here is idiotic at best.

In the morning, he had his answer, if not for why he accepted the request, but for why he stayed, it was for this. For a promise he made, to a child, to bring his father home. As the loud screeching of metal scraping against metal resounded within the hole Marz was in, leaving him slightly disorientated before he saw a ladder unceremoniously drop as the voice above him yelled, "Get up here already".

Marz was brought to the dining hall as here he saw everyone eating, many of them noticing him and nodding, giving confirmation that what he did was good. Choran even gave a light wave to Marz, telling him to come over, yet for Marz, he was looking for someone else. His eyes landed on Venna, who was eating alone like always. Marz took his food and began walking to her, as he sat down and looked to her.

His eyes were unwavering, unmoving as he looked to Venna, she looked up, sheepishly at first as she seemed to be in her own thoughts. But as she looked up to Marz, she realized that his eyes told everything, the overwhelming and unwavering look Marz gave her nearly seemed to tell everything, yet when no word came out as he began to eat, it left a near deafening silence.

"Uh, 'ey Marz", Venna tried to break the ice, yet nothing responded.

"Uh, yer okay, I 'eard solitary is bad", Marz did not as much made a sound just eating as he looked to her.

Sweat began to bead on Venna's head, "Is ev'rythin' okay? You seem to be starin' hard".

Marz broke his silence, "Rats".

Venna's eyes widened yet she kept her composure, "Rats? That's terrible".

Marz spoke quietly then, letting the sounds of everythign else nearly drown him out, enough so only one could hear, "Aye, a rat is terrible, especially if you trust it".

Venna nearly stiffened as she could see on Marz, his inflections, reactions, everything, even if the words only partially reached her ears, she could read what was on his face. He knew, he knows she was the reason these things happened.

Venna leaned in, "Please", as Venna seems to now almost be begging Mar.

"They have my father".

"I know"

"And my brother, he came here with my father to find me"

Marz looked to her strangely for a moment as he then asked, "Who's your father?"

"His name is Argor Halghivan, why?"

Marz sighed as he set his spoon into his bowl finishing up his meal, "Because I met your brother". Then he rose up and began to walk away.

Venna began to look around in confusion as she began to try and quickly go after him, "You did? How is he?"

"Fine, worried, missing his father", Marz then set his bowl onto the table, as a bell rang, telling everyone it was time to head off for work.

Venna tried to follow Marz, however as the general population moved, he was surrounded by those who had gathered to talk about the device, leaving her again alone, and now possibly about to be outed as a rat, and she remembered what happened last time when they found one.

Marz left with the others to begin talking about the device in the short bit of time they had. The device was almost done, all that needed to be done was last touches then testing. Marz nodded his head as he listened, letting them speak, as one finally asked, "Do you think this is it? Is this our way out?"

"It's our only way, we're stuck forever otherwise". Marz broke his silence once more, confirming with all around him what everyone knew, the monks would never let them leave. Not alive.

During work everyone seemed to be nose to the grindstone, everyone was working hard, it was only when Marz heard a voice cut through the working did he stop. "Did you tell'em?"

"No"

Venna looked utterly confused, almost shocked at what she just heard, "Why?"

"Then I can't keep the promise I made to yer brother".

"Promise?"

"He wanted me to find yer father, if you get ratted out, not only are you in danger, yer father is, and yer brother".

Venna sat there, astonished, "Uh…okay".

Marz continued working, silence had fallen between the 2 for a moment before he said one last thing, "You can still help. That is your one choice 'ere. If not, then stay, and hope that they keep their word. You know the ones who are making us weapon, when telling us we are trying to help get magic back".

Venna was left with the choice, the option, hope the monks keep their word, or work with her people to become free. She looked down to her cart as Marz continued to work. Marz too his hammer and set it down, getting ready to punch out to leave. Venna grabbed onto his arm as said between tears, "Let me help".

Marz nodded as he said, "Tell everyone, be ready".

Marz left for the restroom, giving Choran a small nod before he left, as there stood 2 monks on either side of the bathroom. They both looked to Marz as their eyes nearly pierced through him. Once he entered, he reached into the toilet once more and retrieved the device. Seeing all it needed was one final piece, as small needle. Once he set the needle within the device, he waited, inspecting the device, as the moment he heard yelling he stood up and put the device under his belt line.

The moment that Marz left, both monks were yelling at Choran who had left too early to use the bathroom. Marz used the commotion to move, as Choran was being pushed back, Marz left to head back to the work floor, taking a bit of a detour to make it there by dodging those who were watching the bathroom. Marz took this time to do the one thing they needed to, he pressed a screw which shifted forward and he felt for a moment, his manas once more. He took a breath in, and then sighed, knowing it worked.

Now back on the floor everyone looked to Marz, wondering what was going on, as all he gave was a nod. Once they all began to work, hammering began to happen, as it became rhythmic, synchronized, and sometime in response. For those uninitiated, this seemed like smiths all following a similar pace, yet for those within this prison, it was a form of communication. It could take multiple minutes to get a response of a word, however it was a system made that could be replicated by those who were in the know. For Marz, he gave the signal to all, "It. Works."

A resounding slam of hammers happened the moment the news was spread, everyone understood, and everyone knew, be ready. Their freedom was at hand.

The Hegelans continued to work, now with Venna moving between the smiths, speaking amongst them, seeming to be passing off things to each, as eventually they noticed the multiple monks moving, seeming to almost be rushing somewhere. In the commotion, they even noticed a monk or 2 left the work floor. Something was happening, and everyone noticed , as once more the symphony of hammers began to fall. But it was Marz to go and break the noise, he slammed hard. As he continued to do so, telling everyone, "Shut". As he began to conversation saying, "Now", all the other Hegelans raised their hammers prepared to give a response.

In that moment, a loud boom occurred, blowing off the thick heavy doors to the work shop and sent smoke hurling through the tunnels. Roars and yells occurred from within, flames, lightning and light shot through out the workshop as one lone monk broke through the smoke, running out of the workshop and through the tunnels, with great force, yet he felt his feet sleep as the magic he was once using dissappeared and then a loud shot occurred taking his head from his shoulders. There, stood Marz, with one of the guns he partially finished in one hand, and in the other, a the anti-magic dampening device. From within the workshop, yelling began to occur calls of freedom rang out as Choran was the one to yell the loudest,

"Step 1!"

"Secure the keep!"

"Step 2"

"Ascend from darkness!"

The Hegelans began to chant as they moved through the tunnels, Marz was the one who led the charge, next to him was Choran who continued to chant the words. Calling each Hegelan to call out in unison. When the Hegelan were going through the tunnels, Marz used the device sparingly, using it to give them magic to move and fight, and then turn it off after first contact to give the monks no time to respond to the full aggression. Almost like a tidal wave of crazed men and women wielding weapons they were once working on to now gain their freedom.

"Step 3!"

"Spit Fire!"

Their first destination was to head to the armory that the monks had. Many knew they had one, but it was Venna who knew the location. It was a large stone door locked and kept sealed, near impossible without multiple people and someone with keys, however that mattered little to one with magic. Marz drew from the door, taking in the stone, the metal, everything and destroying it utterly, allowing for the Hegelans to become armed with real weapons.

Blades, armor, clubs, guns, everything a small waring band needed. Yet what was most important, a small supply of Mana shots and 2 prime shots. Choran looked to them, thought for a moment then tossed Mars a few and said, "You'll need these".

Marz nodded as he began to arm himself, he put himself into some of the smaller armor they had, and it fit well, little snug in some areas yet it worked. He grabbed himself then a shield and a club. Placing both to his side before taking the mana drinks and downing them. His eyes bulged for a moment before he let out a sigh, he could feel his body acclimating and then empowered.

Choran then yelled out to all within the armory:

"Step 4!"

"Unleash the horde"

The now enraged and empowered Hegelans began their rampage through the tunnels of the monastery. They were heading to free their other brothers and sisters from the other workshop, but first they needed to fend off the many beasts the monks had let loose within the tunnels. These smaller dragons who have a similar shape to a dog were normally used to control riots and find any items people tried to hide. They could cover themselves in fire and had heightened smell and sight.

The hegelans began to hear the many skittering feet of these dragons they knew this was to come, as Marz turned on the device as the others began to form a shield wall. Choran called out once more:

"Step 5!"

"Skewer the wicked beasts!"

In that moment, the dragon dogs made contact as the moment they tried to use their magic to coat themselves in fire to charge through the shields, Marz turned off the device having the dogs slam into the shields before the Hegelans brought down their weapons. With brutal efficency, the hegelans wiped out the many Dragon dogs, clearing them more and more, until none were left.

The hegelans continued forward, wiping out the many monks that stood in their way, as the moment they neared the other workshop they began to see fire and smoke spew out from the doors. There they saw more Hegelans pour out roaring and yelling. They wielded their hammers like weapons as they rushed out and saw the other group. They were about to clash when Venna ran and called out, "Father!"

Venna ran forward as she tackled a taller Hegelan, thinner man now, but who still had quite a bit of muscle on him still. He took hold of Venna as he said, "Oh my darling, are you okay?" Venna nodded as they began to talk and reconnect, it was Marz who broke the conversation, "Argor Halghivan?"

The man who was holding Venna looked to Marz and said, "Aye".

"Good to meet you, I came here to get you to yer son".

The men shook each others hand as Argor looked to Marz with curiosity, "What is your name?"

"Marz. Marz Mohfolk".

"Mohfolk?", the man nodded his head as he realized something, "Mohfolk, hmm, then maybe".

Marz looked to the man as he said, "What do you mean?"

"There is a weapon here being made", the man began to head off back into the workshop, with most of the hegelans following in confusion. There they walked to the center of the workshop where there was a large metal plate, when moved there were 5 weapons within, "These are 5 of the only weapons we have been able to produce during this time".

Within was a large dark black tower shield that seems to be too large to be held by any normal man, a large rifle like weapon that seemed to be too unwieldy for any to trully use, a thin and sleek single edged blade that seemed to be cutting into the ground, a bow that seemed to be humming with energy, and in the center a hammer with a flaming head and handle that seems to hum with energy.

Marz marveled at each item, all of them seems to be so well crafted and formed

Argor then continued, "Each are quite strong, but this one is unique-", Argor pointed to the one in the center, "the Vossoriyans who took over this place had us making them weapons. With this one being specially made fer their protector. We had been forced to make this one fer countless months and finally we were able to finish it. None of us could wield it, but I think you could".

Marz looked to the items then to Argor, he then asked, "Yer sure?"

Argor nodded, as when Marz looked around he noticed many of the others seemed curious, wondering if he would take it. Marz then looked back to the weapons as he prepped himself. He took a deep breath in then out as he took hold of the handle, as he began to feel the immense weight of the weapon, such is the weight of a Chaos Marble. Yet it was in that moment Marz was finally able to lift it even slightly an unbelievable amount of power flowed from the weapon. As the head of the hammer began to super heat and become hotter as it began to heat up to unfathomable levels. Most of the hegelans were instantly forced back as Marz began to feel the energy become even greater. The head of the hammer became so hot it began to melt the stone around it and Marz as even the other weapons began to melt, slowly and surely they melted away as the hammer seemed to draw in the material, slowly forming was seemed to be a more solid hammer head, as more energy began to flow out. It took Marz time to finally fully draw in the energy the hammer was producing to become manageable for him, as he felt his energy stores filled to their maximum and then some.

Within Marz' hands, he wielded a 2 handed Warhammer with pitch black metal and incandescent white and red burning forming from the head of the hammer.

Once Marz was finally able to take control the weapon, he began to head beck to the others who were beginning to become sick near him from the sheer amount of energy flowing through him. Argor was the first to respond, "Seems like I was right. How does it feel?"

"Strange, yet good".

"Ya, this weapon was made to do a bunch of things, but most importantly, it feels like you have the heart of a volcano in yer hand".

Marz nod his head as he tosses the hammer in his hand and shifts it, "Yeah, I can feel that".

Choran patted Marz on the back as he called to everyone, "Step 6!"

But it was Marz to call out, "Wield a Fist of Iron!" As he held up the warhammer, all the hegelans roared out in excitement.

And so the group of hegelans continued their attack, it was Marz to lead the charge as he wielded the hammer that would not yield to no shield or wall.

"Step 7!"

"Raise Hell'

The Hegelans continued their carnage, until finally they had neared the surface. They could feel the air become cooler, and air became fresher, and then finally, they could see the sun. For some, the first time in a few months, for Marz even for a few days, it felt like a lifetime.

"Freedom"

Star Forger

Name: Star Forger

Item Description: A large and incredibly intimidating pitch-black Warhammer that radiates in intense about of energy. This weapon is gorgeously designed with a large dragon pearl held at the center of a Chaos Marble forged hammerhead. This weapon is formed with the intention of being wielded by Radomir: The legendary protector of Vossoriya.

Special Traits:

Heart of a Star- The Hammer constantly super-heats material around it and draws the heated material, energy, and plasma into itself and goes through fusion with its own mass to generate a ludicrous amount of heat at all times which can be drawn by the user to fuel their attacks.

- This provides the user the same benefits of an infinity loop at tier 4 and will constantly let out heat, which will deal 4 damage to those who start their turn near the user.

Chaos Marble- The hammer is formed from a Chaos marble which is able to warp space and time around it which disrupts, Temporal and Dark Magic.

- Able to cancel out temporal energy near the weapon and is able to kill a target in all timelines.

Unrelenting Force- The hammer holds the heart of a star within and that kind of overwhelming power is nearly uncontainable within a single item, so much so it warps space to such an extent that it causes after-effects and shock waves.

- This gives any attacks the user is to perform with the hammer [Exploding Dice].

World Break- The hammer holds the heart of a star within and that kind of overwhelming power is nearly uncontainable, the weapon is able to hit the air and space so hard that it can shatter the air and space it hit to cause ripples and cracks in space to cause damage to targets away from the user.

- This gives the user a ranged attack up to 30 feet away in a cone of destruction.

Additive Effect: 48 manas
Mana Type: Assimilator+Fireshield+Juggernaut

University Of Magical Aptitude

Adrith placed the palm of his hand on his neck as he tilted his head and neck to lean into his hand. An audible pop and crack could be heard as he rolled his neck and shoulders as he listened to the Crimson Knight. Adrith gave an answer as he slammed his fist into his open palm, "Got it". The energy that was originally surrounding them from the storm now stopped, leaving a small bubble of calmness within the storm. In that same moment, Adrith began to almost glow with energy that hummed with the energy of the storm around them. As he was now synced with the entire storm system.

Adrith watched as the green skinned flying goblins began to pour out in the hundreds. Adrith stayed his hand as he began to draw in more energy, waiting for when Ethan was to move, the moment the Crimson Knight made the first move, Adrith let loose. Using his stored up energy he focused the energy of the storm into condensed columns of wind filled with sand. He began to move these columns of energy to target as many goblins as possible. The moment the column of wind hit them, the sand that was being thrown through changed shape and form into spikes that began to shred the goblins within.

As they began to come closer, it was Adrith that took the initiative, as he ran forward and closed the multiple yards of distance within a moment. Coming face to face with one of the countless enemies Adrith began his rampage, every punch he threw seemed to turn the goblins into a red mist. And attack that was to land upon him seemed to lose all control as when Adrith moved his body with it, the blow and the goblin flowed his body movement, until he shifted all that momentum into another hit. A tornado was all that could be to describe what was happening around Adrith. He was constantly pushing himself, using different energy flows at once to take all the aggression from the enemies, as that was what he needed to do.

It was when Ethan finally made his way to the tent Adrith took control of the entire storm. He knew it was almost time, and Zephyr needed breathing room. The storm disappeared for a moment, Adrith began to glow as he set a foot down with thunderous force and began to take control of the sands. He began to change the sands around Zephyr to become solid and provided her safety from the raging sands and the goblins. Adrith looked towards the blood dome and waved his hand as multiple miniature tornados rose and tore a part the many goblins that were trying to break through. With the moment when Adrith finished he felt the ground shake and revealed the Eldritch God's hands Ethan spoke of.

Adrith began to feel the world shift and change with this beast entering, Adrith felt his energy depleting, yet he continued to fight. Letting it go as he began to allow the storm to return. Allowing the energy around him to grow for him to use. Adrith began to see the man y goblins still pouring through as now Zephyr has seemed to have began her side of the fight. Meaning it had now left Adrith alone within this storm, which was exactly what he wanted. Adrith took a deep breath in as his armor began to change. This pure black armor with multiple glowing grooves within as he began to absorb all the energy around him. Heat, wind, gravity, everything around Adrith began to float and lfy away as he drew deeply of all the energy. The storm that was once her now seemed to almost dissappear, even the sand was dissappearing as he began to change that too into energy.

In this glow like a sun, Adrith began to indiscriminate barrage of energy. Simple waves of the hand tore the air apart and sent out a slash that cut goblins in half. Simple and small movements that was charged with so much power it would obliterate any that touches it. Adrith became a walking inferno of energy, almost like the sun on earth. It was a short lived display as he felt the energy even within the Eldritch god change, meaning Zephyr was about to return, so to not hurt his allies, Adrith let all the energy he had stored and used into a large blast of kinetic energy that blew countless Goblins away, picking up sand, goblins, and the tattered remains of everything.

This intense energy wave was so intense it kicked the storm that was gone, back up into a full fledged sandstorm. Once the blood dome dropped and the Eldritch god's hands dropped, this entire show was over. It was only exfiltration, which was easy once the three left and in unison, spoke words of power to leave.

It left the three youths with much, Adrith just let out a laugh with Zephyr, "Yeah. We did it".

THE IMMORTAL HILLS

Adrith appeared from the strange almost mosaic that showed him to this new place. It seemed multiple people showed up to the same place and seemed to startle one to fall into the water. Adrith went over and extended his hand out to him, "Here". It was once he came up the now soaked man spoke about only one way up before throwing on headphones and heading off. Adrith shrugged as he began to head up the same way looking to some of the other students as he introduced himself. Trying to make conversation as they explored this strange land. It was until they came across who seemed to be the inhabitants of the land.

Their appearance was unlike anything he had seen before, their bodies were very specifically designed for the water and their manner of speaking was strangly exciting for the Polyglot within Adrith. There melodic quality that seemed to resonate in the air seemed unusual, yet it also seemed possible to understand strangely. The woman seemed to try and speak with the boy with the headphones, Adrith allowed the conversation to go as he began to try and decipher what seemed to be spoken.

The woman seemed friendly enough, seeming to even give her name, Tell'sa. It was a strange name, yet it was useful enough. When Tell'sa looked to each of them Adrith waved as he went back through the words spoken. She seemed almost expectant of something.

As the boy continued, Adrith learned his name was Ethan, it allowed Tell'sa to speak again, which gave Adrith the information he needed. When Ethan seemed to refer to a location, the magical university, she spoke out once more, "E’ys, h’te niversit’uy?". Adrith began to deconstruct the words in his head, as it was then Adrith realized that she was saying 'university' in a strange way. What came before were 2 other words, if using the same principles of the first and last letter being taken and placed at the very end of the word, he understood she said 'Yes' and 'the'. A smile came onto Adrith's face as he began to encode his own speech.

"Ah, ehm. Ell'ho Tell'sa, Drit'ah", Adrith said this while pointing to himself with a smile. "Han'tk o'yu, erm-o'fr h'te irection'ds. Ethan eem'ss er'vy…xcite'ed", Adrith gave a slight gesture to Ethan with a chuckle to before he then began to turn away and gave her a wave, "Op'he o’yu av'he rea'gt a'dy!"

Adrith wasn't perfect, yet it was his first time trying to speak like Tell'sa did. It was simple in nature, yet difficult in execution as knowing how 2 letter are to sound next to each other that were never in the English language made a great challenge. With a smile on Adrith's face, he now had a curiosity swell up within him. What if he was going to have many more situation like this? That sheer idea excited him.

The Hourglass Order

Kurogane Hitoshi

Kurogane Hitoshi ❖ 黒鋼等

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46 | Ōno | Ronin | 208 | Stoneskin-Glutton

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A P P E A R A N C E ___ __ __ _ _ 外観

Hitoshi is a man who stands at a staggering 6'7 and weighs 256 pounds, he has long dark disheveled hair, light golden eyes, and a thin beard. Hitoshi has many scars across his muscular body and many tattoos with the most noticeable being the twin dragon tattoo that goes from the bottom of his back all the way up his arms, and his twin oni tattoos that are on his sides. Hitoshi is seen most often smiling, carrying a large jar, A large dark kanabo, and 2 large blades, an Odachi that's 6 shaku long (~72 inches long) & a Katana that's 3 shaku long (~36 inches), making him cut a very imposing figure.

B A C K G R O U N D ___ __ __ _ _ 履歴

Hitoshi was born into a family of a small family of Samurai, made of some note for their strong bodies against deceptive forms of magic, Hitoshi was born extraordinary, being born larger than any baby seen, he was expected to become a large man. What they didn't expect that he would eat as much as one by the age of a child, by the time he began training Hitoshi's incredible nature was known, he was an incredible fighter, strong within thaumaturgy, he was expected to become a powerful warrior and he did.

Under the Shimada Daimyo, he had fought with great fervor and strength. Against pirates and Quentics, he had shown his great skill and strength. Yet after years, something had to give for a man who rubbed many the wrong way, under the guise of a simple mission, Hitoshi lead a small band of samurai and warriors to an encampment of pirates. This however was a ruse as it was an ambush that led to the death of everyone except for Hitoshi who slayed those who ambushed them. Yet when he returned he was tried with treason and murder, as they story went, he lead his men to ambush a lord and other samurai. With all dead but Hitoshi, none could refute, and the blood stained his hands. Left with no way out, he did the only thing one who wished to live would do, he escaped.

Now on the run, Hitoshi left everything behind, leaving a sullied name, he became a wanted fugitive. With a belly that constantly hungered, he needed to do what he must, he hunted as much as he could, he stole, and even tried to do simple work. Yet his life always somehow found him, which meant he needed to run once more, years and years, he escaped the blade as eventually he started making a new name for himself. He became a pirate and bandit hunter, as he began to feed himself through the collection of wanted peoples and the good graces of those he helped, even if their grace runs a little thin sometimes.

P E R S O N A L I T Y ___ __ __ _ _ 人格

❖ Jovial
❖ Aloof
❖ Bullheaded
❖ Gluttonous
❖ Ill-tempered

Hitoshi is a jovial man who is always smiling and laughing, he is always seen drinking and talking. He is a whimsical man who does as he pleases and is willing to face any head on. Yet when he is not fighting others, he is eating an entire town out of house and home. Yet the moment one speaks bad of him or those he finds company with, he is willing to throw down everything for a brawl.

M O T I V A T I O N ___ __ __ _ _ 動機

Hitoshi's motivations have been simple, to live. He wished to live, live a life he wishes, and live carefree. Now with war on the horizon, and as battle lines are drawn, he knows he must pick a side, so he decided to pick the one that, to him, would allow him to do so. When a samurai is replaced with a normal man with a gun, then people like him are no longer needed, and he might be able to return to his place of birth and maybe pick up a new profession, 'Maybe that of a painter'.

T H A U M A T U R G Y ___ __ __ _ _ 魔法

Hider

Glutton: The main mana colony resides within the host's digestive system. This allows them to digest organic materials that would normally be inedible, such as tree bark and even decaying matter. Food is digested several times faster than a normal person and processed into nutrients just as quickly, giving them an accelerated healing factor and an instant energy boost that scales with calories consumed. However, the host's appetite is insatiable. They grow hungry at least twice as quickly.

Stoneskin: resists all forms of internal magic, suffers from 33% reduced drawing range and speed.

Hitoshi is a monster of a man, being given the moniker of 'The Oni' for his massive nature and overwhelming strength, and his magic emphasizes that. One of the first schools of magic he learned and honed was kinetic. He enhanced his body's physical might to extraordinary levels, being able to wield his oversized weapons with ease, and be able to use his kanabo that has a cannon hidden within. Same included with lightning magic, Hitoshi employs it to enhance his many weapons and might by giving himself 'lightning speed' and as another form of attack to use with his hidden cannon. Hitoshi uses a minor amount of chemical magic, however from his strange nature, he never found a need for it save using chemical magic to manipulate the preception of others or make chemicals to hold in his jar or fire his cannon. Binding amongst all his magics is one he uses most in his day to day life, when needing to eat the same amount as a small band of warriors everyday, one needs to supplement their feed somehow.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S ___ __ __ _ _ 技量

❖ Martial Arts
❖ Improvisation
❖ Small Group Tactics
❖ Sailing
❖ Negotiation

Hitoshi may not look it, but he is well-read and has had many years to apply what he has read and learned. Yet the greatest teach he has found was life as a once exiled ronin, he had done much travelling, often finding himself on the fringes of society, he had to often talk his way into and out of trouble to fill his always hungry belly.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S ___ __ __ _ _ 弱点

❖ Bull-headed
❖ Whimsical
❖ Gluttonous
❖ Hot headed
❖ Apolitical

Hitoshi wears his heart on his sleeve, he is an open book to all who meet him, in a sense you get what you see. Often this forwardness and lack of 'discipline' is seen by many as a very standoffish feature when it comes to interacting with Hitoshi. He let's his mind be known in any situation and is willing to throw down the gauntlet when it comes to someone even bad mouthing something he is for.

I N V E N T O R Y ___ __ __ _ _ 所有物

❖ Odachi- A large 6 foot long sword that Hitoshi wields as his main sword.

❖ Katana- A larger katana that is 3 feet in length and is wielded in his off hand like one would wield a Wakizashi.

❖ Kanabo- A giant Kenabo made of iron with multiple bands of metal and studs placed into it. This metal clubs is deceptively light however, as within hides that it is in fact a cannon that Hitoshi uses to focus his energy into to use his true power.

❖ Jar- A large jar Hitoshi wears on his back that he holds to make a gross concoction of fermented alcohal and whatever he finds. It is said to be more disgusting than eating rotten maggots, however, Hitoshi seems to mind it none.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S ___ __ __ _ _ その他

❖ Darkgray
❖ Hitoshi's name means Benevolent/Flaming Black Steel

This is how Hitoshi looks like when he laughs:

Mechwarrior: Disposable Heroes

Location:
"Uncle Mack's" Industrial Scrapyard
Property of Maxwell Metals Incorporated
A subsidiary of the Aqua Vitae Corporation
100 km south of Geom Haebyon
150 km northwest of Fort Tie
Date/Time:
26 March, 3030
Interactions:
Reya @Pilatus, Ziska @Abstract Proxy, the Misfits, and The Green Knights
Gear:
His clothing: Boots, long-sleeved shirt, pants, gloves, holstered handgun with 20 rounds

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Steam spilled out of the Phoenix Hawk, as what came out was the same man as always. A cool and calm Tarak, leaving his machine with the same deftness he's been known for. Once Tarak left his mech steam seemed to almost follow him like fire as he began to strip from his multi-layered clothing. Having that same uneasy feeling that he has always had, an uneasiness as if something was crawling within his skin. He left once more to find somewhere to perform his after-battle ritual.

After Tarak had relieved himself of the constant itching feeling he was subjected to any time he used his rig, he heard the Colonel call for a debriefing. Seeing everyone gather in one place again, took a slight weight off of Tarak's shoulder, especially when he was able to see Reya seemed to have made it from her own mission. Tarak used the precious moments before the debriefing to begin to sneak his way over to be next to Reya. Giving her a small smile before the Colonel began speaking.

Bad, grim, and ugly news was all that was given, with more significant weapons hiding, ramping arms race, and dubious allies at best. Yet, consolations were given, and they had done good. All missions were a success, most of their people came back, and they have more information than they did before. With a single piece being one of great importance for some, "Damn, Wrath is alive?" It was the only thing that could leave his mouth as he thought it was such a strange thing to think of. She survived what seemed to be an ambush turned execution, a true miracle appeared to have occurred.

Tarak nodded his head in disbelief as he then took the moment to look towards Reya, trying to catch her reaction to the situation. Tarak nodded once more as he put his hand on her shoulder and began to rub it, showing he was there for her. Knowing this had to be a pretty emotional thing, he knew they were somewhat close, with Reya being with Lena's little sister all the time.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Port Vanarosa
Interactions/Mentions: Tanithil @Lava Alckon, Amisra @Tae, Arlen @SilverPaw, & Thugs @princess
Equipment: A set of sturdy clothing, a dagger, the wonky ring of disguise that enlarges the ears of the user, and his dog tags.

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The moment Ismael felt his foot connect with a solid thud to the fairy's chest, he shot his foot down and quickly threw his cloak open to retrieve his dagger. Taking it into his hand he was about to chase after the fairy yet he felt his feet seem to almost be planted into the ground. He looked down to see vines were beginning to climb up them, yet before they could fully take hold it seemed the fairy lost concentration and gave Ismael a chance to leap out of the vines. Once his feet planted from his leap back, he noticed the fairy beginning to rise up, leaving him with none other than the leader of the group.

Ismael flipped the knife in his hand and moved to an icepick grip before picking out his target, as he rushed forward, Ismael tried and clear the distance between him and the leading elf before he could pull a gun. The moment Ismael is within range he will go to slice the man's chest with his knife, but he is instead using the motion of the cut as a feint. Ismael will instead continue the cutting motion and allow his body to follow it into a spin where he will do a head kick to the man.

tldr;

Ismael uses the fairy's lack of focus to leap out and then head to the only person who had no opponent and decided to fight him.

Ismael does a slash at the man's chest, but it was a feint to do a spinning head kick to the leading elf's head.