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Time and Date 42nd Jadeyan, 301 DM
Location Ruins Outside of Scream Watch
Ketta

The ruins were perfect, the absolute most strategic place that Ketta could imagine for herself and Ardon at their current power predicament, meaning it was only the two of them with no sway whatsoever over any others. The female figure as she would look from where she stood atop a column against the sun was motionless as Ketta scanned the horizon just to be sure that no one was close to their current encampment. Her mind wandered for a moment curious as to what Ardon’s plans were for them, but she quickly shook it away knowing that it was not her place to question such things, she was simply to do as needed and ordered for her master.

Her ocular senses continued to scan seeking out anything out of the ordinary. Yet there wasn't anything, no smoke no colorful flags, only the occasional bird taking flight or a squirrel rushing from branch to branch. So Ketta changed her focus to listening, trying to pick anything out distinct, finding it strange that there were not any signs of humans near the ruins, since her awakening it seemed fairly common for criminals to use easily defensible ruins as bases. All that could be heard though we're the chirping of birds, a canine tipping or howling, and on rare occasion some type of large feline.

Ketta stood there for hours just listening and watching, as the sun slowly drifted high above the world soaking in the heat and energy it provided. Time was nothing to her minutes and years were all the same to her as her ageless mithril body stood stoic atop the column.

It seemed that day would turn to night without any issues arising as she stood on watch over the area, while the sun turned the horizon purple. Just as Ketta was preparing to return to Ardon something caught her attention, voices in the distance that called for a camp to be made. This could very well not happen, these people were far too close to the ruins, and would be a danger to the pair of animata. With a easy gait she stepped off the column to land with a heavy thud on the ground below leaving two rather large impression of her slightly slanted narrow feet in the dirt. Starting off at a slow pace Ketta began to pick up speed, sprinting towards where she had heard the noise.

The closer she got the more noises she could hear signaling that of intelligent species making camp near the ruins, considering herself lucky they hadn't chose to camp in the ruins. As she reached the edge of the clearing where the camp was being made she slowed down creeping towards a tree just as the sun completely disappeared leaving darkness to reign supreme. She almost switched to her darkvision until she saw that the group had lit a fire that would render it useless. Taking up a position out of sight she scanned over the three beings taking in what each one was.

A human male was the first she saw young and swarthy with a thick accent she didn't recognize and wearing what could only be ebon mail, then a young female human with bright blue eyes, blonde hair, and moving a bit awkwardly with the sword on her hip as she gathered firewood signaling to Ketta that the female was not the most experienced with a weapon. The finally her vision settled on a professional looking white elf as he exited a tent wearing a dark breastplate, and carrying a shining silver spear. Ketta made note that this elf was likely the leader.

Ketta having seen the group felt confident that she could take on this group of Ebon Knights. She had only heard rumors of the order in her travel and to be honest had been looking forward to testing her abilities against theirs, and there happened to be no time like the present. With a few easy steps Ketta moved into sight of the trio across the clearing from them. Not bothering to hide her presence at all.

The three knights were on their feet immediately, weapons were drawn, the young male human bringing a longbow around with broadhead arrow notched, while the other two held their blade, and spear ready. The white elf took several steps forward standing between the two humans pointed the elegant silver weapon pointed at ketta. “What is your business? This is a Ebon knight patrol camp, and we do not allow outsiders into the camp.” They all seemed to be on edge as they stared at the strange silent being before them. Ketta didn’t move at all as if she had turned into a statue, the lack of breathing from her was all the more disturbing.

Ketta finally spoke, her voice strange and otherworldly like a ghost whispering for all to hear. “Your camp encroaches upon the safety of one I serve. You cannot be allowed to stay, and by that I mean you cannot be allowed to live as you will only return with more of your kind if I allow you to leave. So I must destroy you.” One of Ketta’s arms dropped to the ground with a thud held on by a long thick chain. The sudden whistle of a arrow broken the silence as the swarthy young man in mail let loose his bow. The arrow slammed into Ketta’s forehead, it made a loud metal on metal clang before the shaft snapped in half from the force and went spinning away.

“You have made the first move.” Ketta said simply and then slung her arm forward that had already release the blade on a chain, letting it fly towards the archer the blade jamming into his thigh. A look of shock crossed all of their faces, but none was more shocked than the archer. Suddenly the reel holding the chain began to whir and the chain began to retract pulling the archer to the ground, the other two jumped to grab him but their finger barely grazed his as he moved across the rough ground at high speed only to end up at Ketta’s feet. She wasted no time using her other blade arm and stabbing down at the man his hand raising to block the attack in futility as the blade cut his hand in half and plunged into his his chest shattering ribed and cutting his heart in half.

Yanking her arms back and locking the recently released chain arm was all the time Ketta had before the other two knights were upon her. Sword and speared struck at Ketta, causing her to go on the defensive as her bladed arms blocked when she could and she twisted her mithril body when she had to small scratches appearing across her metal frame as the weapons grazed across her. The novice swordswoman though showed a single opened and Ketta took advantage letting one of her blades drag across the knight’s left bicep and causing her to stumble away in pain as blood bubbled up and poured down her arm. So for the moment it was just the white elf and Ketta. She focused all her attention on the spear wielding knight.

The spearman was fast and it took a lot for Ketta to keep up with every attack, but she did something rather unexpected and slid past the spear batting it aside with her blade, and bringing down a heavy mithril foot at his ankle. As her foot struck his ankle a extremely loud crack echoed through the clearing causing the Knight to stumble and fall grasping to get back to his feet. Ketta had no time to act upon this moment of weakness the white elf had just been forced into, because the female was suddenly attacking her again. She was weaker now and attacking without thinking of her training. The haphazard attacks came repeatedly and Ketta blocked and dodged with ease. Ketta came forward at and angle shoving down the woman’s sword with her left arm and moving around her side letting her right arm blade drag across the back of the woman’s knee cutting her through tendons and muscle and causing her to drop face first into the ground, completely incapacitated from the battle.

Ketta turned to go and fininsh off the White elf only to meet a fireball flying at her that smashed straight into her chest and caused her to stumble back as the heat washed over her form leaving a black scorch mark across her torso. “I will need to buff that out.” She said as she sprinted forward towards the white elf her blades coming down at the same time causing him to bring his spear up in defense as her blade slammed into the shaft. Ketta spoke softly to the knight as if to console him. “You have fought valiantly, but I cannot allow you to live.” Her foot came up in another kick, her foot crashing into the white elf’s chest plate causing him to fall over backwards and his spear to go spinning across the ground. Without missing a beat Ketta moved forward over the prone knight and brought her blade across his throat in a slash that caused blood to splash over her in a crimson shower.

Standing to her full height Ketta turned to face the fallen swordswoman once more and watched her as the knight stared at the animata with supreme fear in her eyes. “As I said before. You all fought valiantly, but you must be eliminated.” She moved towards the female knight and leaned down raising her blade up and bringing it down in a curving angle shoving it under her arm and into her chest cavity from the side of her torso tearing apart major arteries, and piercing her heart. Blood bubbled up in the woman’s mouth as she slowly died from the severe injury. Ketta watched the fear wash over the knight’s face her head tilting slightly as she grasped at Ketta’s arm. “It is only death. You will not feel anything anymore after you pass. Why do you fear the end so much? It comes to all.” She gently slid her blade out of the knight’s side as she finally passed fear and horror frozen on her face. “The beasts of the wild will remove most of the evidence.”

Turning towards the campfire, Ketta moved over to it kicking apart the flaming sticks and dousing them all in dirt as she kicked it up in clumps over the embers. “No need to burn down the forest.” She said before turning and walking towards the ruins, and brief Ardon on what had happened, and likely be berated for her getting marked by the magical fire during the battle.
The rotten breath, the rotten flesh, it washed over Crann like a tidal wave, and she hated it. As the arrows thudded into the creature causing the weight of the beast on top of her to be relieved. She pushed up to her feet using the scratched and torn staff to lift her body to stand before the beast and glare at it. Bryan began to move towards the feral feline it’s tendrils whipping about, as Crann reached up feeling hte spot where the cat had torn out some of her vines. “It will take weeks to grow those back.” She muttered before pointing at the diseased beast. “Bryan, destroy him.” Her mossy brows furrowed as she glared at the creature wondering what or who created this thing that was completely and utterly unnatural

Bryan lumbered forward the tentacle branches above him lashing out seeking to whip the beast, or snare it. The wood of the creature creaked and groaned with every movement, due to it's size and weight. She twitched her head towards Jimmory for a moment before turning back as Bryan continued towards the beast sweeping huge branches across the ground the multiple limbs looking to snatch the beast up as the jaws of the creature snapped longingly to eat the creature. Crann knew this probably would be a bad idea just by looking at the creature. “Bryan don’t you dare eat that thing! Just kill it!”
Name:
Ketta

Race:
Animata

Gender:
Animata (Female figure/voice)

Age:
431

Birthday:
8th Vermillio 129 ML

Birthplace:
Kellin

Resides in:
A abandoned ruin outside of Scream Watch.

Occupation:
Survivalist

Appearance:


6’2 683 lbs Made of Mithril, making her body stronger and immune to rust with her blades being sharper, but also making her lighter than the typical Animata.

Personality:
A being made with a mentality of being subservient she looks to Ardon for guidance, and hardly ever makes any major decisions on her own. She is a merciless being created for war, and battle finding herself silent much of the time in situations that do not require aggressive action. She finds that through her prowess in battle that she can help further the goals of those with a better grasp on how things should take place rather than simply killing anyone in their way.

History:
Before the death of magic, Ketta was a designated warrior of a elite Animata team that was used to take down dangerous threats to the nation. It was during a riot that something happened and somehow Ketta was deactivated. Now she is being awoken to once more find a path in the world.

Skills:
Melee Weapon (Sword arms…) 20 Racial+30=50
Acrobatics 41
Intimidation 12
Unarmed Combat 2
Running 1
Observation 5
Stealth 1
Philosophy 1
Wilderness Survival 1
Tactics 17

Languages
Common (30 Fluent)

Features Bonus (2):
Nightvision: Able to switch to a sight that can see in the dark when in darkness
Detachable Chain Blades: her arms swords are capable of detaching and being on a reel of chain so that she can have limited range attacks.

Possessions:
N/A

Ledger:
N/A

Story List:
The creature staring at her from the brush made Crann’s eyes go even wider, she had expected some kind of diseased beast, but not of this caliber. Staring over the beast taking it in as quick as she could she knew immediately it was more than a simple disease, she had even suspect that perhaps someone had been poisoning the forest or possibly a stream. She narrowed her eyes as it began to set its haunches to launch itself and she yanked her staff around to catch the beast as it leapt at her. She watched the muscles undulate under the ravaged skin and how it seemed to shrug off the fact that it was in a state of decay that should have killed it already.

Crann felt the weight slam against her, the foreclaws catching onto her staff and causing her to hit the ground with a loud thud as the rear leg claws dug into her thighs tearing into the wood and causing sap to slowly ooze out. She let out a groan as she lay beneath the beast staring up at it, the tepid, putrid breath of the creature washing over her face disgusting her. Crann’s eyes began to bare hate for whatever this created this unnatural beast that was upon her. As the anger upon seeing this abomination passed through, a slithering series of branches began to reach around from her back splaying into the air gnarled and blackened. The lengths of wood started high above the creature and the pointed tips of the branches began to point down as if it was going to stab through the felines back and tear it away from Crann. The tree that existed as a familiar upon Crann’s body had waited a long time to be released so that it could fulfill a base need of eating.
She listened to the faun’s stories, more than happy to hear about what was happening in the outside world, news of trio like her north of silent rise was something she found very very interesting. She would have to ask more about that later when she got the chance, for now she listened to him talk about the farm boy. The talk of the midsummer celebration and bringing the boy to it made both eyebrows raise on Crann’s face. “Well that will certainly be interesting, it sounds like you have really really taken a liking to this fellow, and here I only get to see you in the spring normally.” She gave a light laugh at her own joke before stopping and staring at the desecration of the forest. “This is unnatural… not a normal disease something is wrong here.”

As they came upon the pond she stared at it for a long moment knowing there still eyes of creatures around them upon her. She took in a deep breath and it felt like she was being choked heavily by the putrid air that was filling the forest. “Well.. This I’m not sure what to make of all this, it’s not something I’ve really encountered all that much before.” She stopped speaking as a growl began to emit behind her and slowly turned to face the source her eyes narrowing sharply as she held her staff by her side still and slowly extended a hand. “Peace.” She said softly hoping to calm whatever it was that happened to be approaching them. “I have come to heal this land.”
For a moment she paused and turned back and tilted her head at him her viney, leafy hair falling to the side the wind causing it to flutter slightly. A frown came across her lips small cracks appearing in her lips as her mouth was not meant to take on that expression. She walked towards Jimmory and waved a single hand at her grove and blinked softly the thin petal making up her eyelashes giving off a quick flash of color. “Jimmory… You are very distressed, perhaps it would be better if you stayed here, and let me take care of the Glade. When I have fixed things I will return and let you know to go home.” She didn’t really give him much of a question so much as a order to stay in her grove.

Crann gently cupped Jimmory’s face in her hand letting the tips of her fingers slide down his cheek before turning and once more walking off in the direction of the glade letting her staff hit the ground as she used it for a walking stick. As she moved she wouldn’t stop whether he chose to stay or follow, if Jimmory did follow she would give a small smile to acknowledge that she was happy he was joining her.

Depending on Jimmory’s choice she would either remain quiet or begin to speak. “Well since you are coming with me… Why don’t you tell me what you have been up to the last few months I haven’t seen you? Found a new Dryad friend?” A soft laugh came from her lips at the thought of him finding any other Dryad’s nearby, thinking for sure she could honestly be the only one in the area. It had been a long time since she had seen another of her kind.
She could only smile at Jimmory as he got so put out of shape by her one simple action with a root. Though when he was about to tell of his exploits with the farmer’s son, and got shy about it, she laughed all the more and slowly shook her head. “So… What?” She said with a frown as he recounted the tells of how it was more than just a disease, how it seemed to be spreading through the plants, and killing everything it came across. She looked shaken for a moment a hand absentmindedly reaching out and stroking Jimmory’s hair gently fingers gliding through the stands and knocking the leaves out of them.

“Of course I’ll help Jimmory, I will come with you to see what this is and heal what I can.” She says with a frown and looks back towards him leaning down and kissing his forehead. “You need to tell me more though. Has anyone been around the glade? Have you seen any strangers you have never met before?” She asked curiously one of her mossy eyebrows raising in curiosity for an answer to her question.

Crann brushed past him gently and moved to the shrine picking up her staff that was leaning up against it, she gently caressed the shaft of wood and took a deep breath before setting it into the ground and walking in the direction of the glade listening to the faun as she walked. Her mind mulled it over, something was simply killing the glade and the animals, like a disease, but it couldn’t be a disease could it? it was travelling between both flora and fauna. A highly unusual turn of events indeed and it greatly worried her that something like this was happening. She took a deep breath once more and clicked her wooden teeth together with subtle clacks.
The unnatural smells of decay, the strange actions of the local fauna as they moved through her woods, all of it concerned Crann, but without any evidence or word about a possible corruption of forest disease she saw no need to venture out of her grove to investigate. She spent much time speaking to the animals that had come and feeding those herbs she thought she could help, and easing the ones she couldn’t into death so that they would return to the planet and be reborn. As it seemed to progressively worse, she began to worry all the more, but still she didn’t move just yet as she still waited for further confirmation that something may be wrong further south west to her forest.

It was when Jimmory arrived that her concerns were slightly alleviated, she had been worried about the Faun and seeing him in her grove gave her hope that perhaps something simple was wrong. As Jimmory neared her tree she had her Tree slowly reach out a single root behind him and prod him in the rear, her head sliding out of the trunk to stare Jimmory right in the eyes.

“What are you doing here friend? I haven’t seen you since last spring when you got rather drunk off that lavender mead.” She slid the rest of her body out of her tree and stood softly on the ground, taking in a deep breath which she didn’t really need to do as it simply filtered through her body, but she always did love the scent of her grove, the gentle scent of the grass the spicy scent of the vines, and herbs.

Putting her hands on her hips she tilted her head at Jimmory as vines slide over her body covering, but just barely all the places that marked her clearly as a female, even if she didn’t need the defining features that females of other species had it made her more acceptable among other races, and made it easier to seduce those she needed to. “So, out with it Jimmory, why are you in my grove? Do you have news of what is wrong with these animals? Is there a disease?”
@Wraithblade6 Instead of complaining, perhaps take the initiative and tell them. "I would like to be involved if you dont mind" that way they can add you in.
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