Fantasy A Guild of Heroes: Song of Champions

[Alteras]

[div class=EmilyFlex] [div class=EmilyImage][div class=EmilyImageInside][/div] [div class=EmilyTitle]Emily Chevalier[/div] [div class=EmilyMentions] Character Sheet
Location:
Guild of Heroes Reception Desk

Interactions:
Birdsie Noble Scion [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]Emily sighed. I should've seen this one coming. She took the application into her hands and started filling it out like usual. "Writing is fairly common among Fellows, especially for those of us who live in the cities. Anyway, tell me about yourself." Emily could make a few guess, but she needed a lot more information for the exam she's gonna have to proctor. Emily asked before turning around to Ellis. With a dark smile, she said, "And let's see what other magic you can pull off for this combat exam. You'll serve as the support for this applicant. A good 2 on 1 fight." [/div][/div] [class=EmilyFlex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=EmilyImage] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; background-image: url('https://orig00.deviantart.net/f69c/f/2013/081/9/3/da_brocade_custom_box_background_by_gasara-d5ag4ls.gif'); background-color: rgb(218, 212, 218); background-blend-mode: multiply; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EmilyImageInside] position: absolute; top:0; bottom: 0; left: 0; right: 0; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/media/3822838135964a2c83e4ec0027-1499767526_waifu2x_art_noise3_tta_1-png.36357/full'); background-size: 120%; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: center 0%; [/class] [class=EmilyTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 0; height: auto; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; font-size: 45px; font-family: 'Cormorant Upright'; color: #e73359; background-color: rgba(218, 212, 218, .5); [/class] [class=EmilyMentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: #e5e5dd; opacity: 0; background-color: rgba( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=EmilyMentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=EmilyContent] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]

 

[Birdsie]

Ellis | Fort Black, Reception | Alteras Noble Scion

Rat's ass. Ellis' eye twitched in scorn. He regained composure, then rolled his eyes around. "Hooow abouut... no?" he asked sarcastically, before looking Emily in the eyes. "Since when is such a thing as support needed for combat exams? I thought it was everyone for themselves!"

"Besides," he scoffed, folding his arms and giving her a smug grin. He confidently stated, "If you seriously think I can't take you one on one, you underestimate me! But alright, have it your way... I can rumble."

 

[Noble Scion]

Bem the Apianian - Reception - Birdsie Alteras

Spoiler: Appearance

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"What is there to know? My abilities? If so.." she said before clearing her throat with a gentle cough, "I am an apiana, we are capable of flight and have an incredibly potent toxin within our stingers. I was trained under the soldier of our people and achieved the rank of royal guardsman. I was trained partially in combat with the sword, the shield and hand-to-hand, although I most proficient with my spear and know how to use it. I know none of this devil magic you humanoids seem to use frequently and have fought in the war with the ant people. I ate of a forbidden food and was exiled, yet was granted strength and abilities from the consumable." she said calmly and quickly, so as to not waste time. "I wish to enter the guild to learn more about the world you humanoids have created, while showing the might of the apiana so that one day, I may find forgiveness in my heart for the crimes I have committed against my people." she ended with a humbling smile as she gave a small bow to the elf.

"I shall prove myself worthy in this trial by combat.. Although the odds appear to be in our favour." she boomed with a thump to the chest before gripping her spear in two hands and turning to face Emily, taking several steps back, maintaining a distance and waiting for the beginning of her test​

 

[Alteras]

[div class=EmilyFlex] [div class=EmilyImage][div class=EmilyImageInside][/div] [div class=EmilyTitle]Emily Chevalier[/div] [div class=EmilyMentions] Character Sheet
Location:
Guild of Heroes Reception Desk

Interactions:
Noble Scion Birdsie [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]Emily filled out the proper areas and added some info that she could gather by herself, although the Apianian more or less told her everything. "The Myrmidons huh..." Emily put down the application and slowly walked to the middle of the lobby with full swagger, casting some reinforcement magic to the surroundings.

"Within the guild, and outside with other guilds, you'll be in situations where you have to cooperate with strangers, often times with varying skills. To simulate this, you'll be working with Elsimore Bellathriel. Your goal is to incapacitate me. Regardless of success or failure, you'll be appropriately ranked to a suitable standing within the guild. I will test you until I believe that I have drawn as much of your abilities out as possible."

Emily did some stretches, while still casting basic reinforcement magic to the surroundings. "Hmmm, let's do this. You have five minutes to discuss whatever you want with each other. Don't worry, I won't pop a sneak attack on yall." Emily said as she walked some distance away from the two. [/div][/div] [class=EmilyFlex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=EmilyImage] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; background-image: url('https://orig00.deviantart.net/f69c/f/2013/081/9/3/da_brocade_custom_box_background_by_gasara-d5ag4ls.gif'); background-color: rgb(218, 212, 218); background-blend-mode: multiply; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EmilyImageInside] position: absolute; top:0; bottom: 0; left: 0; right: 0; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/media/3822838135964a2c83e4ec0027-1499767526_waifu2x_art_noise3_tta_1-png.36357/full'); background-size: 120%; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: center 0%; [/class] [class=EmilyTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 0; height: auto; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; font-size: 45px; font-family: 'Cormorant Upright'; color: #e73359; background-color: rgba(218, 212, 218, .5); [/class] [class=EmilyMentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: #e5e5dd; opacity: 0; background-color: rgba( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=EmilyMentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=EmilyContent] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]

 

[Birdsie]

Ellis | Fort Black, Reception | Alteras Noble Scion

He cut-in momentarily when Emily called him by his real name. "Ellis," he corrected the name, then heard the rest of her explanation.

When Emily was done explaining the purpose and rules of the examination and cast reinforcement magic for the second time, he shifted, unfolding his arms. He tossed the book he had in his hands onto the reception desk and cracked his knuckles, then turned to Bem. "How do you want to do this?"

He looked at his belt, at his sword, his faith in the weapon wavering. A weapon he never had the right to wield, nor the skill to use. A symbol of combat stolen from another and carried for appearances.

Something else would be required. He couldn't conjure items like Cyrus, because to conjure you need a template -- a mental image of how that thing works. Conjuration was different from summoning or creation because it was temporary; mana shaped into a physical object. Creation was permanent, and summoning took something that already existed and brought it to you.

Or... was that a bad idea? Attacking? He was already exhausted from previous combat, his mana was drained. On top of that, his cantrips couldn't do much. A ray of frost could maybe give someone frostnip and a ray of fire could prickle her skin with unpleasant warmth.

A ray of silver fire, though, would eat molecules apart; dissolve atomic bonds, create a void in the Weave that would take a minute to fill out. Literally too lethal to use in an exercise.

He felt like a baby with a rocket launcher. Wielding tremendous power, but without the intelligence and refinement to apply it. He'd reserve the silver fire for shields only, he promised that to himself. He didn't want to hurt Emily on accident.

What other spells did he know from his childhood? Resistance could help. An abjuration cantrip, it would help Bem just a little with resisting damage from spells.

But beyond that, even first-level spells were above him. His sorcery could help to create metamagic effects, strengthen anything he cast in various ways, and maybe alter the effects of spells a little. And the silver fire could be shaped with willpower, it didn't use strict spellwork. Hell, he couldn't really say it was spell-like in the least.

"Listen, I have an idea to help you through this," he told Bem with little confidence. "But you're going to have to trust me, okay?"

 

[Noble Scion]

Bem the Apianian - Reception - Birdsie Alteras

Spoiler: Appearance

Bem dropped the stance temporarily to discuss with her battle-partner as advised. "You humans seem squishy on the outside, not like the ants. I plan on hitting her very hard with my spear. You?" Bem said simplisticly as she gave Ellis a soft, encouraging smile. She was no stranger to combat, and although demon magic was dangerous, Bem believed in her weapon and her experience with it enough to combat the unknown.

"I do not like the sound of that, and I have yet to find a human I can truly trust. Last time I tried that the insulted my honour, I advise you not to do the same." she whispered bitterly in response, the thought of Kit and Veth rising in her mind and giving a small bit of anger, with combined with her anticipation for the battle to form adrenaline. "Do as you wish." she growled sternly, folding her arms and following his actions carefully with her large brown eyes​

 

[Birdsie]

Ellis | Fort Black, Reception | Alteras Noble Scion

"Squishy?" he scoffed at the irony of her calling humans squishy, since the term 'squish you like a bug' was rather common these days. Especially among Turenval's minions, or so he hypothesized. "If you really think hitting someone with a spear -- a strong arcanist in particular -- will work, then you're very wrong."

"Me? I'll hang back and shield you." He tried it. He tried this so-called patience, a supposed sign of strength. But internally, he felt so livid with her words.

It was unfair that Bem would generalize all humans to be untrustable because of the actions of the few. And while he had experienced the terrors of magic first-hand all throughout his life, and what it could do to people, he realized that she was like those kids on the playground.

Ignorant. Unaware of the entire picture, not willing to view it, and afraid of both the picture and the action of viewing it. Calling it 'demon magic' and once again generalizing. Just ignorance, like the fear that the masses have for it. She was not a bit different from them.

And that's when it hit him, that all this time, he wasn't different from it either. He ostracized his abilities and tried to suppress them. To fit in with the mundane mortals around him. The idea of becoming what tortured him all this time, the idea that this all was a never-ending cycle of hatred.

He felt his stomach sink, as if a heavy stone entered his chest. His breathing became difficult, the bitter emotions from before rushing to the surface and showing on his face like a contagious anger, directed at no one, like static lightning, waiting for a conduit to let it move on.

"Let's do this thing." He channeled mana and waved his hand over himself and Bem, muttering a silent incantation.

A resistance spell. It would do very little, but it was always a bit of help. Molecular integrity tightened, with magic energy flowing through their bodies to offer a modicum of protection from spells. Not quite like a full protection, but a dampener of the effects that Emily could throw at them, one that definitely held a small chance of changing how the battle played out.

Ellis didn't draw his sword, not having the intention to use it. He raised his hand and fired a ray of flames at Emily. A thin beam of yellow-red fire, not concentrated or pressurized. The most it would do is give first-degree burns if it hit an unprotected area.

 

[Alteras]

[div class=EmilyFlex] [div class=EmilyImage][div class=EmilyImageInside][/div] [div class=EmilyTitle]Emily Chevalier[/div] [div class=EmilyMentions] Character Sheet
Location:
Guild of Heroes Reception Desk

Interactions:
Birdsie Noble Scion [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]Emily was slightly concerned with what she just overheard, but it wasn't on the top of her mind. She had more important things, like handling a Vanguard-Support Duo. Emily gritted her teeth, she walked over in full swagger, but in all honesty, she was slightly worried that they might actually be able to defeat her if they can work together properly. Emily noticed the change on Ellis's face, right before sensing the mana gather at his emotionally fueled magic. Emily watched as the beam approached her in a haphazard manner, to which she simply sidestepped, letting her cape sway behind her movement. "... a faithless magic user..." Emily muttered silently as she watched the spell hit the wall behind her. A brief look of sadness appeared in her eyes before being replaced with the bloodlust and pride suitable for an Arcanist of her caliber, directed not only to Bem, but also to Ellis. They deny a truth that only they can see. How pitiful. I must show these two the true wealth of the world that surrounds us.

"Well then, let's begin! I, Emily Chevalier, Spellweaver and Receptionist of the Guild of Heroes, hereby commence the Combat Exam of Bem the Apianian, supported by Neonate Elsimore Bellathriel.

And upon that fateful battlefield,
The Goddess descended before the Heroic Party,
Filled with loving sorrow, she decided to give each a gift,
A gift to ward off the tragic fate that stood before them,
'To the One who faces One Hundred,
Have faith, that One Thousand stand behind you,
Move forward, and know that One Million shall guide you,
Resolve of the One before All!'"

Behind her, golden mana particles came together to form a majestic magic circle, filled with intricate drawings, designed in the Eastern styles. Emily could feel her muscles lighten, her senses expand, and her movements tighten. Resolve of the One before All. A general physical buff. According to the scholars' records, it brought out near superhuman powers, supported by one million spirits that weep for the Dying Swordsman. Let's start out like this. Emily kicked off and rushed into Ellis, swinging her fists forward with ferocity comparable to Leonidas on a bad day, aiming at his most protected part of the body. [/div][/div] [class=EmilyFlex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=EmilyImage] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; background-image: url('https://orig00.deviantart.net/f69c/f/2013/081/9/3/da_brocade_custom_box_background_by_gasara-d5ag4ls.gif'); background-color: rgb(218, 212, 218); background-blend-mode: multiply; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EmilyImageInside] position: absolute; top:0; bottom: 0; left: 0; right: 0; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/media/3822838135964a2c83e4ec0027-1499767526_waifu2x_art_noise3_tta_1-png.36357/full'); background-size: 120%; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: center 0%; [/class] [class=EmilyTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 0; height: auto; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; font-size: 45px; font-family: 'Cormorant Upright'; color: #e73359; background-color: rgba(218, 212, 218, .5); [/class] [class=EmilyMentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: #e5e5dd; opacity: 0; background-color: rgba( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=EmilyMentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=EmilyContent] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]

 

[Hanarei]

​

Location: Guildhall
Speaking to:
Bianca Reinhardt
Asking for forgiveness
RP Gods (For my pitiful excuse of a post)

Risa heard a familiar voice rise up from her side. She turned to face Bianca staring at her giving a light acknowledging nod. The tone she gave made it clear it wasn't something good, though she wasn't sure just what it was. It wasn't as if there was much good news going on now a days given the reappearance of Turenval and his minions. The partly disheveled Risa glanced about quietly, not spotting Ellis at least with a quick glance. He would be spared from her for now, but she planned on making his good for nothing rear end got some training whether he liked it or not.

"Sure, do you want to talk in private or is here fine?" She asked looking at the young woman with a more relaxed expression. She tended to be a bit more at ease with Bianca compared to most others. She didn't mind the idea of going somewhere private to talk if she preferred. She could only suspect it was something she didn't want to say in front of others. As she spoke her attention was suddenly shifted to her guild seal, glancing at it. With the message she looked up to Bianca as if questioning her without saying a word.

 

[Reinhardt]

Bianca Ensyreia
Location: Guild Hall
Interactions: Hanarei

"The news is out.", Bianca said. "I guess it's fine to just talk about it out here in the open."

After quickly taking a deep breath, she looked at Risa eye to eye. For a few seconds, there was nothing that came from Bianca other than pure silence. She knew returning to Espania has its costs, ones which the guild couldn't afford. Even so, she knows that she has to do it - if not for her homeland, then for herself.

"I know this may sound stupid, but...", she said. "...I must return to Espania. I may have been disowned, but I still have to do my duty. As an Einherjar."

Bianca sighs softly. "The risk of going there is too high, even without the threat of the Death Knights. And the guild has already suffered too many losses. I know that. But still..."

"I...", Bianca clenches her fist. She knew that the chances of her going back here are extremely slim. Her time in the guild has not been long, but it had been worthwhile. And that was what made this decision so difficult. She closed her eyes for few seconds, strengthening her resolve and solidifying her stance - her decision shall stand strong, even if pretty much every inch of her body wanted her to stay.

"I need you to send me there...Risa."

 

[Pure Calcium]

|Name: Sir Tybalt|

|Location: Great dining hall|

|Open for interaction|

A lone knight sits at a table in the dining hall ready for adventure, a sheathe on his left hip holding a sword, a shield strapped to his left forearm, heavy armor covering him head to toe, a helmet that leaves his face in eternal darkness and a navy blue cape almost touching the cold stone floor.

This knight would never ask anyone for anything so the only thing on this man's mind is.....

Who would he be doing quests with?

 

[Noble Scion]

Bem the Apianian - Reception - Birdsie Alteras

Spoiler: Appearance

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"This is a time for battle, not words." she hissed at the woman, but not before giving a look of sheer disappointment at Ellis. Not because he had missed, but because he too was a 'mage' as the humans liked to put it. The apianian developed a steely silence of concentration as she manoeuvred herself between Ellis and the arcanist with a series of short, yet powerful jabs with her spear, not aimed to hit, but to more so get her ally some space. The apiana were trained to work as a team, and while her 'team' was a demon-lover, he was her ally none-the-less.

Each strike was short and vicious, the spear slipped away from the bee and straight back in almost an instant. Its range tending to come in useful. She had been taught many lessons about the weapon, one such thing was to never linger, many times had someone grabbed the end of the spear, pulled her forward and stunned her, but that had not happened since.​

 

[Axel The Englishman]

Erald Wimstanton
[ The Guild Infirmary | Open to Interaction ]

Bandaged, battered, and bruised. Gunny was not in a desirable condition. He had only just awoken from his dance with death, unsure of how he came to be in the position that he found himself in. All he could remember was the attack on the Guild Hall and the local area that enveloped it. Gunny checked himself thoroughly. An array of bandages hugged his body in a variety of places from top to bottom. It appeared that each scrap of linen was pure and clean. Perhaps they were just recently replaced. Being alive would indicate that the Guild had managed to fend off those dastardly raiders, or at least managed to escape from their clutches. It was difficult to tell. Gunny was in a room unfamiliar to him. Given the severity of his wounds, all he could manage was to wait patiently on the uncomfortable mattress he found himself laying upon.

Gunny rested his head on the pillow of his bed, and waited.​

 

[Prince_]

Natalie Arcanecrylhik
Interacting with Viska ( Archdemon ) -- Guild Courtyard

Natalie got wind of what was happening right away. "c'mon, don't say that. Pretty sure we'll need ya? You won't be slowing us down... Anyways, I can't do all the work. C'mon, you've got nothing to worry about. Well, anymore than you normally would have to worry about working here at the guild." Natalie, smiled while chuckling as she said that. She then got up, and held a hand out to Viska.

"Everything is gonna turn out alright, I can feel it in my bones! D'izzour may disagree... but I'm certain we'll come out on top. But for now, let's help the guild slowly but surely weaken out enemy. And we need all hands on deck."

 

[Pure Calcium]

|Name: Sir Tybalt|

|Location: Great dining hall|

|Interacting with Viska and Natalie| ( Archdemon & Prince_ )

Since the dining hall is so empty the well armoured knight can hear a conversation coming from the courtyard. Sir Tybalt only hears one piece of it "Weaken the enemy". The huge knight gets up from his seat & walks to the courtyard, pieces of his armor audibly clanking together. He looks at the girl with shining silver hair & a voice booms from his helmet "Excuse me! I heard you were going to weaken an enemy! Are these enemies evil doers!? If so I would like to come along with you!

​

 

[Birdsie]

Ellis | Fort Black, Reception | Alteras Noble Scion

He flinched when Emily attacked, raising his forearms to protect his face almost out of instinct rather than conscious choice. But the strike didn't come. Bem intervened, hovering between them and keeping Emily at bay. He took this as his cue and began stepping backward, trying to think of ways to support Bem like a mage should do in combat.

Ellis had a very tight and limited repertoire of spells at his disposal. Only basic cantrips, that he could modify on the fly with metamagic. So he did that.

He maximized the power output of a Ray of Frost and modified some properties of the spell to make it 'omnidirectional,' then combined it with an Arcane Mark. He reached into his pocket, grasping at a jagged basalt rock, small enough that it could be concealed if one clenched their hand around it. Ellis did so, and a subtle, white light emanated from between his fingers.

A quarter of his mana gone in an instant and the meridians began pumping out new energy.

He opened his palm and found a simple, white pentagram etched on it. The white pentagram soon faded, leaving behind black lines, that faded soon after that. A makeshift rune, subtle and concealed.

He planned to use his Rune of Frost as a jury-rigged freeze grenade. Maximizing the Ray of Frost's effects with metamagic would make it anywhere from five to ten times as powerful; perhaps enough to freeze a space of one cubic foot solid and send pieces of ice shrapnel flying around. It could definitely end the battle if it hit right and passed through any barrier.

So he formed a basic strategy. First, he'd throw the rock, then duck and quickly send a weak blast of silver fire to shatter any barrier Emily would raise against it without threatening injury. Then the rune would blow up, while Ellis tackled Bem.

This didn't have any right to win. It was a foolish strategy, with too many variables that could change the flow of combat before that, but nonetheless, he now had a trump card. Ellis stuffed the Rune of Frost in his pocket, then raised his hands.

Bem was in the way. He lowered his hands, gritting his teeth. He couldn't fire, because she couldn't predict the trajectory and could get hit in her back.

He circled around the fight, until he got a flanking line of sight on Emily. He raised his hands and blasted away with two Rays of Frost. A distraction, but it could help Bem fight ever-so-slightly.

 

[Alteras]

[div class=EmilyFlex] [div class=EmilyImage][div class=EmilyImageInside][/div] [div class=EmilyTitle]Emily Chevalier[/div] [div class=EmilyMentions] Character Sheet
Location:
Guild of Heroes Reception Desk

Interactions:
Noble Scion Birdsie [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]Emily immediately withdrew her fists as Bem's spear approached. But she was stuck in a bad position now, within the range of a spearman and a mage. She knows how to work in a team, although I don't know if she's doing it to defend a support or to defend an ally. Hmmm.. I'll just push forward into Bem! By a means a valid strategy against a spearman, but having lost the initial momentum, it was a now a difficult strategy to use.

"Unfortunately I battle with words!" Emily maintained her stance, warding off each thrust with a magically strengthened fist of her own. Just as she found the timing to advance into Bem, she noticed Ellis assuming a firing position. Shit! She leaped backward as far as she could to avoid the attack radius. As the ray of frost came out, Emily yelled out her keyword. "Walls of the Sun King!" Emily slammed her fist into the ground, causing walls of red hot flames to explode from the ground and surround her, protecting her from the spell. Unfortunately, she was just a bit too late, and got hit by a bit of the spell. She grunted out the pain, and let her fire walls melt it away.

Emily slowly stood up, her vision cut off by her walls. She stretched her hand outwards and quickly yelled out her next magic spell. "Dance of the Fairies!" Emily began to float off the ground, ready to respond to any action. Emily slowly floated higher and higher until she determined she was above the enemy's line of sight, wherever they may be. [/div][/div] [class=EmilyFlex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=EmilyImage] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; background-image: url('https://orig00.deviantart.net/f69c/f/2013/081/9/3/da_brocade_custom_box_background_by_gasara-d5ag4ls.gif'); background-color: rgb(218, 212, 218); background-blend-mode: multiply; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EmilyImageInside] position: absolute; top:0; bottom: 0; left: 0; right: 0; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/media/3822838135964a2c83e4ec0027-1499767526_waifu2x_art_noise3_tta_1-png.36357/full'); background-size: 120%; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: center 0%; [/class] [class=EmilyTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 0; height: auto; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; font-size: 45px; font-family: 'Cormorant Upright'; color: #e73359; background-color: rgba(218, 212, 218, .5); [/class] [class=EmilyMentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: #e5e5dd; opacity: 0; background-color: rgba( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=EmilyMentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=EmilyContent] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]

 

[Noble Scion]

Bem the Apianian - Reception - Birdsie Alteras

Spoiler: Appearance

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Bem showed no appreciation for Ellis' use of magic, but refrained from glaring at him considering their opponent and from how hard she was attempting to focus, but was suddenly was shocked by the large wall of flame before them that appeared to be surrounding the arcanist. "I didn't know ice could set people on fire... Does that mean we win?" she asked her temporary partner with a confused look before hearing more words coming from within the flames, resulting in Bem once more entering her rather steely silence.

Although one of the main rules of battle for the apiana was to never attempt flight mid-combat, due to how difficult it was to attack while focusing on flying, how taxing an action it was to do, the chances of being hit while trying to get off the ground, and how much attention it brought due to the sound produced, Bem was fairly certain now would be the perfect time to break that rule, given the fact that an unseen enemy was much more dangerous that a seen on. The bee took off in a single leap, filling the air with the hum of her wings beating against her back. She flew straight up from her position, ensuring not to go near the fire that had engulfed the enemy. Once she had achieved sight of the elf, her initial reaction was one of shock. "HUMANS CAN FLY TOO?!? WHAT GOD IN THERE RIGHT MIND THOUGHT THAT THOSE CREEPY FLESHY THINGS NEEDED TO FLY!?" she screamed internally, pointing to her position, partially because of how illogical it was, partially because she was trying to reveal the woman's position to Ellis. The apianian warrior now had vastly more questions about the humans than she had before the fight, because as far as she knew, most demons couldn't fly, and as such, probably could not grant the ability to others.​

 

[Airagog]

Armad | Fort Black/His Home > However far away from Caballero he would be at this point if he left immediately(plot distance away travelling at plot speed) | Previously near Viska Archdemon and Natalie Prince_ | Open for interaction.


Armad gave a sniff as he looked around his humble abode. He had learned the hard way that this fortress was very much alive and had almost tried to kill him whenever he tried moving a wall he didn't agree with. After that he made it a mission to find the core and befriend it so that way he could build onto it. So he did and so here he was, in a mostly forgotten room that looked perfectly normal on the outside, but on the inside had a 2 bedroom one living and one kitchen area layout that complimented his lifestyle. Of course he brought in his own stone, a bag of holding was nice for that, as well as his own furniture which in order to transport he needed to buy his own portable hole.

He looked at the guild seal as it went off and tilted his head. Deathknights, those were the assholes who tried to kill him right? Yeah sounds right. He had at least some dungeoneering experience when studying ancient architecture in order to better understand how to make structures that last so he should be able to survive. He nodded and gathered his road supplies: A few changes of clothes, a couple hundred pounds of stone, about 20 large planks, some nails, various other building materials, some food for the road, some paper, ink, a quill, some gold in case he needed it, potions. Wait, he didn't have potions. He looked around him. Nope, no health potions. He opened his bag of holding. Yep, everything else was there, all neatly organized too. No potions though. He looked around the room for a bit and turned up with nothing. He decided to buy some on his way out and headed through his front door before turning around and locking it behind him.

He gave a whistle as he strolled through the guild, looking for the apothecary, finding it with relative ease and buying a few health potions. He then was directed to where he could buy some rations and acquired them. He then moved to the courtyard saw what looked like that sad scale friend from earlier talking to another woman who was speaking about some sort of mission and nodded. He had a plan: Make her happy by going through whatever dungeon that was and helping her get whatever artifact thing they were hunting, or making it to where she finds it. Honestly he would have done it entirely to spite the people who tried to kill him, but now he had an even better reason. He looked at his guild badge he stole and chose a location relatively near the dungeon and teleported away.

Armad ended up in what looked to be a fairly small town with a fairly small guild hall. He nodded, yep it worked like he had hoped. He soon left said town and began making his way to the dungeon will all due haste. He knew this was probably going to be a bad idea and that the danger would be real with him trying to go through a dungeon, but he figured if he had survived this long then he could continue surviving. He began humming to himself as he strode along, a little bit more purpose in his step.


(What Armad is humming: )

Spoiler

 

[Birdsie]

Ellis| Fort Black, Reception | Noble Scion Alteras

Ellis released a cry; something between a sigh and scoff. "Anything can fly with magic or fairy dust!" he clarified. He raised his hand and slowly moved it right-to-left, releasing a blast of roiling silver-white energy. It wasn't quite fire and not quite lightning. From the casual movement, one could read this was far from the full output of what this power could do.

When the silver clashed with the wall of fire, the latter was destroyed and the former cracked. The silver fire was programmed to reset the weave where it hit, and it had done so, effectively dispelling the shield away.

Ellis raised his hands and fired three Rays of Frost in quick succession, aiming at Emily. But mostly, they were meant as a distraction. He knew they couldn't hurt her, and he knew she'd retaliate, so he thought five seconds ahead. Ellis clutched the Frost Rune and prepared to toss it, hiding it in his clenched fist.

 

[Kylesar1]

Annette "Braveheart" Stansfield
Guild HQ​

A long trip. Bandaged, bruised, clothes torn, a troop headed towards the Guild Of Heroes HQ. The convoy consisted of horseback troops of about 20, some of them in chariots pulled by horses. While most of them looked like hell, their posture was upbeat and cheery. They were singing sea shanties and drinking hard ale. At the lead silent was Annette Braveheart Stansfield, sporting an elegant duty uniform that was shredded. If Stansfield was a familiar name, it was because it's a family name held by the incredibly strong Owen Edgar Stansfield, a fleet captain for the Airship Brigade. This was his daughter, who would follow his footsteps to a divergent path, then took the one less traveled. His name got her recognized, but it wouldn't be her claim to glory. Coattails weren't to ride on.

She looked back on the mission they returned from and the LACE reports she had gotten at the end:

• Liquid- Yellow on Alcohol, Green on Water
• Ammo- All Red
• Casualties- 4 wounded, 2 dead, 3 being treated, 11 Green
• Equipment- All Green

While she was happy, she had logistics to do. The foot soldiers in her crew didn't go in the HQ, only the team leaders and logistics crew. They would standby either at the nearest city or outside the HQ doing maintenance and licking their wounds. They were a good crew, not terribly impatient overall. They had learned about how it was to wait for extreme periods of time.

They made it to the Guild HQ and gathered around Annette's horse, who was the product of a water deity and what looked to be a fairy's dream. The horse was elegant and glowed, especially at night, which could be dangerous in deep underwater The horse was a unicorn who could adapt to both land or water utilizing a bit of Annette's Water Magic. She looked around at her crew before stepping off the horse. "We're here. I want you all to conduct maintenance. Logistics and Team Leaders come with me. If you have family in the next town over, feel free to go visit them. Keep your crystals on you so I can call you back. Dismissed!"

"Aye Aye!" They all yelled, then split to go do their business. Annette walked in the HQ with a nun who had a morning star on her waist. This was well known as Liliane, a nun who broke her chastity vows with Annette, but still retained her faith and her dress, as well has her Holy Magic under Poseidon. They carried in the wounded while the dead had a funeral ceremony on the ship along with them having to be dropped into the water from a lifeboat.

Spoiler: Water Dragon Egg

Annette heard conversation about what seemed to be an upcoming quest. She approached them. "Hello all. The Golden Minnow has returned. Tis been a month since I last hit land, but I accomplished the mission. The Water Dragon egg has been secured." She brandished it. The mission was to retrieve the egg from a rogue pirate group led by a treasonous navy captain. Detain him and get the egg. "What's happened since I've been gone?"
Archdemon Prince_ Pure Calcium

 

[Alteras]

[div class=EmilyFlex] [div class=EmilyImage][div class=EmilyImageInside][/div] [div class=EmilyTitle]Emily Chevalier[/div] [div class=EmilyMentions] Character Sheet
Location:
Guild of Heroes Reception Desk

Interactions:
Noble Scion Birdsie [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]Emily's ears twitched when she heard an odd sound, but soon the answer came. Emily looked up at the Apianian hovering higher than her. A grin showed up as she heard Bem's exclamation. I want to fight her in the air, but bare handed combat midair is no better than a dogfight. Let's put those wings to use! She stretched her hand outwards and began to form another magic circle.

"The Goddess then turned her sights to another,
'To the One who chases All,
Become the Many who pursue the Few—"

Shock shone through her eyes as the Flame Wall subsided, but Emily wasn't about to stop her spell. She sped up the last few verses as quickly as she could.

"—May your every draw find its mark,
Grasp of the Ambitious One!'"

Immediately, several smaller magic circles formed around the first one, each one with an intricate design of their own, all golden. They began to spin around the large magic circle. Emily, hit by the successive Rays of Frost, freezing up parts of her body, but that was fine. With a painful expression, she stretched out her arms and said, "一到十，開炮！(one through ten, open fire!)" Ten magic circles moved forward, and from them, mana bullets were shot out. Four volleys went to Bem while six more went to Ellis as Emily began to slowly lose her flight to the Rays of Frost.

Grasp of the Ambitious One. A gift to the Archer who was never reached his goal. The scholars say that over one thousand circles adorned his person, firing light arrows after light arrows as if in rebellion against his destiny. Hahaha!! I'm about to lose aren't I. Well then, let's draw out as much as possible from everyone. Emily smiled and shouted, "Show me skill worthy of the title Hero!!" [/div][/div] [class=EmilyFlex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=EmilyImage] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; background-image: url('https://orig00.deviantart.net/f69c/f/2013/081/9/3/da_brocade_custom_box_background_by_gasara-d5ag4ls.gif'); background-color: rgb(218, 212, 218); background-blend-mode: multiply; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EmilyImageInside] position: absolute; top:0; bottom: 0; left: 0; right: 0; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/media/3822838135964a2c83e4ec0027-1499767526_waifu2x_art_noise3_tta_1-png.36357/full'); background-size: 120%; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: center 0%; [/class] [class=EmilyTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 0; height: auto; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; font-size: 45px; font-family: 'Cormorant Upright'; color: #e73359; background-color: rgba(218, 212, 218, .5); [/class] [class=EmilyMentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: #e5e5dd; opacity: 0; background-color: rgba( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=EmilyMentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=EmilyContent] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]

 

[Noble Scion]

Bem the Apianian - Reception - Birdsie Alteras

Spoiler: Appearance

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While she had no idea to expect, as the annoying elf continued to spit out those spells with her stupid talk of magic, she did expect one thing. An attack of some sort, and so, she prepared mentally for what was about to come, refusing to truly acknowledge both her ally and enemy using magic as a good thing. "If you want a hero, get over here and fight me you coward!" before several of the smaller ones began spinning around it, and shockingly, launched a volley of arrows directly at her. Bem did the only thing she could. She stopped flying and suddenly plummeted to the ground with a sharp yell as two arrows struck her in the should and the chest.

The bee hit the ground hard, yet took not a moment of respite to mourn over her wounds. She ran to the receptionist's strange chair, that Ellis had told her was a "desk" but she didn't quite believe him, and hid behind it, just to stay safe from a second volley. It was times like this where Bem really wished she'd taken those archery classes instead of heading into the duelist tree of the apiana, after being born into the war-born faction. She un-tied her old red scarf and scrunched it up in two spots before pressing them both against the wounds, baffled at how the arrows had disappeared, but ignoring it for now. She made not a single groan of pain and simply sat there. "If she wants to sit up there forever, she can be my guest." She thought snarkily to herself, attempting to ignore the two daggers that seemed to be thrusting into her body every second​

 

[Birdsie]

Ellis | Fort Black, Reception | Alteras Noble Scion

Ellis ran his hand right to left. A wave of silver fire left the motion, meeting the arrows and dissolving them like an acid, with only particles of colorful mana reaching him.

Seeing Bem flee, Ellis cursed, "Fuck this!" He ran through the reception, turning mid-run to fire off five Rays of Frost at Emily as a distraction, before once again bolting. He leaped over the reception desk and hid behind it, next to his supposed teammate.

"Yeah, running away is very heroic, you know?" he told Bem with more than a hint of sarcasm. "If you seriously think she's the strongest mage you'll face in life, you better get prepared for a gaster-whooping you infuriating, giant black-and-yellow----" Ellis was about to unleash a string of insults the likes of which not even the Devils of the Nine Hells would use to offend someone, but he closed his mouth and grit his teeth, getting a headache from all this in the process.

Patience, he told himself and breathed in.

But he couldn't. He rambled on,

"This day just keeps getting better by the minute. First, I get stabbed. Then, I get judged for my magic. Then, I get told to use my magic for the benefit of mankind. Then, I get judged for my magic, twice in a row in a short timespan. And now I'm acting as a nanny to a five-foot-tall bee-woman that thinks the word 'Mana' is a form of excruciating torture in the hellish realm of Baator." After a moment, he realized what this situation reminded him of and said it out loud, booming with anger: "IT MUST BE MY BIRTHDAY!"

He peeked out of cover to release three potshot Ray of Frosts at Emily, to keep her away.

He returned to cover and sighed deeply, before sobbing melancholically, "Now all we need is the flayed, silvered skull of William Black gawking at us. Radiating his entirely earned disgust at us both."

 

[One Mean Ghost]

Ki'Tavi

Location: Outside Kit's room
Interacting with: Veth Fable

"If I actually gave two shits about that rival crap, then maybe." Kit answered, still blocking her path with his arm as he watched her. "But I would be more than a little sad if you didn't return." He continued. He wanted to leave it at that, but he knew how Naive Veth could be. She was bound to ask why he'd be sad about her not returning...

"After all, I enjoy having you around. Not just because you lose bets all the time either" He smiled playfully at her. "Frankly, I don't care if I lose the bets, I just enjoy the game. Though, your reactions are priceless when you do lose" He teased lightly. Reaching up, he tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, out of her face. "So make sure you come back in one piece, okay? Can't have you dying before you've won at least one bet against me."

He'd lie if he said he wasn't worried about her. Even if she could take care of herself, they were against a nearly unpredictable enemy... Tomorrow was far from guaranteed...

But he also knew that there was no stopping her if her mind was already made up to go. He just had to hope holo-Cyrus knew what he was doing. And if not.... He'd find a way for holo-Cyrus to feel pain...