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It was a day like any other, the sun was beating down on the townsfolk as a surge of people hurried from left to right in the inner walls of the city. Suddenly, a gasp of shock, and a parting of the crowd for a duo of hooligans, mere blurs in the sea of Varethians. One was clad in only a loincloth, with red streams running down his deformed face. They weren't really running down his face, as for further inspection, it would seem that it would be tattoos running down his face. However painful that would have been, we do not question the mind of a madman bearing a cudgel in one hand, and sack of what one would assume to be full of trousers. He was followed by his partner in crime a fully armored knight, who also had no trousers as well. 


It was at this time that they passed around a local tavern, which stopped dead silent at the commotion outside. Tyrion, the hulking giant of a man, wasn't having any of it. He sprinted out of the tavern, pushing through the mob of people, he chased after the two, who ducked into an alleyway, leaving himself to bump into a tall, lean, sun-born. He pulled her along with him. "Come on now! We must catch them!" He shouted and pointed, as the two danced out the edge of their vision and turned a corner. Dashing towards them, the fully armored knight had no trouble backing the two into a corner. The horror wielding the bag had given a shaky look to his companion, whose face jutted out disgustingly as he turned to the clotheless one. "Spheeheahardoo?" It asked. "Goopholynschok." The one wielding the bag replied, and it tried to rush pass Tyrion. Tyrion caught him by his bare leg, which gave enough time to let the armored one escape. Tyrion grinned, as he was about to pull his prey closer, when suddenly, he felt his grip slip from him. "What sorcery-?" Tyrion was able to manage before the thief slid out of his grasp, leaving behind a sheaf of what appears to be skin colored leggings. Odd. Tyrion crumpled it up in his hand, and looked to the person he pulled alongside him to catch the pair. 


"What are you, mad? Why didn't you step in to help me?"
 
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It was indeed a day like any other, one in which Isabelle was returning from sparring practice. Her last Academy class had finished hours ago, and as usual, she headed straight for the gym that had a sparring ring, deciding to fly there to bypass the walking mob down in the town's trade and tavern district. She was not in a good mood, and she didn't want to be reprimanded again for beating up some mudrunner... why did the authorities even care? She'd gotten her midterm reports back, and as usual, her physical and combat sections were perfect... but the written parts were... lacking. If she didn't bring them up, she'd start facing restrictions on her 'extra-curricular' activities, and that was something she wouldn't stand. She was bright and intelligent, but often simply either didn't pay attention, or didn't study enough. 


The sparring was boring as usual, no one could match her for longer than a minute, and she barely broke a sweat... with her time up, and still fuming, she decided to head back through town and stop at her favorite take out eatery before heading home. Who knows, there might also be a particularly insolent mudrunner she could beat up...


Isabelle found herself walking through one of the more deserted alleys on her way home, munching on her favorite sandwich from the shop next door when she heard the commotion going on... figuring it was just another stupid mudrunner riot, she decided not to get involved lest she hurt someone, and simply rolled her eyes. That was until a massive hulk of a man barged straight into her, nearly knocking her off her feet if it wasn't for her reflexes, and sending her food flying into the mud, which the two thieves were running through. Ha, mudrunner's alright... she tried to keep contained as she turned to the man, certain choice words on the tip of her tongue... before she could say a word, he had the audacity to grab her and start pulling her with him. Oh he was going to get it... never the less, she was dragged along until she was basically face to face with an armored, pant less knight... what kind of dream did she stumble into? For the moment, she set aside her anger for the large man and reached for her blade, unfurling her wings... she stared at the knight, at the way his sword was held above her, the aggressive stance... and she froze. The next thing she knew, the big oaf was turning to her with some angry words on his lips, to which she could only glance at him, a strange look in her eyes. It took her a moment to snap out of it, and when she did, it took another moment to stop being baffled at the insolence of this mudrunner before her... then she recognized him. Tyrion, one of the best known mudrunner's in the kingdom for his skill in combat, commanding... and decency. His name was the only reason she didn't kill him right there. 


"I could ask the same of why you dragged my along and ruined my lunch, mudrunner... were even. If you want to catch those two, I suggest you stop talking and follow me. I could use a good fight..." 


Without waiting for a reply, or to tell him how on earth he could follow her into the sky, she lowered her legs, and unfurled her wings, and pushed off the ground with a shake the rattled the houses around her. Scanning the immediate area around her, it wasn't hard to spot the two running through the crowds and alleys simply by the commotion they were making. Rising herself high, she drew her long sabre, gathered herself, furled her wings and dove. She'd land with a small dust cloud rising around her, just in front of the two fleeing thieves. She would give them one chance. Raising her sword, she smiled.


"Surrender now so I don't have to kill you... I just got my sword sharpened. Don't ruin it."


@Surprise Meteors
 
"I suggest you do the same, lest I beat you!" He snapped his visor down, obscuring his face, leaving two dark patches for him to see out, and he could see quite clearly through the enchanted armor's helm piece. Racing through the townsquare, he took back alleys, and cut through houses of the people he knew personally, only able to spare a "Sorry!" or "Just a one time thing!" as he blew through houses to catch where he predicted the his new companion would land, looking up as he was able to see the sun over and over again. He was only able to mildly beat her by negative 20 seconds, watching her arrive and shout, 


"Surrender now so I don't have to kill you... I just got my sword sharpened. Don't ruin it."


Tyrion was panting by the time he was able to come beside the Sun warrior he conscripted. "We are permitted... To use... Nessasary force if needed..." He had his hands on his knees, and was barely able to show off his officer's badge before the two thieves looked towards each other, the plated one now with a bag of pants, albeit a smaller one, but still, another bag. He muttered a short phrase, "Frislekabrookapants!" And undid the binding on the bag and threw it into the air, pants sailing downwards in front of the two, blocking them from sight. As the pants all landed to a rest on the ground, the two were gone, a faint high pitched laughter was all to be heard. 


There were claw marks around Tyrion's thighs. A cool breeze blows through the empty scene, alerting the sun Varethian to her bareness. Tyrion, alamred by this, had sorted through the pile to find what he thought matched her outfit, and thus, must be her pants. "Abominations, both of them." He turned to the clearly fuming Varethian. "Tyrion Thundertree! At your service. Sorry for ruining your lunch." He scanned up and down the Varethian, and saw dashed bits of sandwich across her pants, and his plates. "Say, how about I make it up to you. I'll let yourself get cleaned up, and i'll prepare a piping hot plate of pork, and whatever side you desire, eh?" He handed her the pants in his hands, and a cape he had kept with him, for modesty's sake.


@Warhawk





Sweat drenched his brow as he hunted the most dangerous prey. Humans. It wasn't out of choice however, as he had to neutralize them to proceed. He like the term neutralize better than eliminate, as it meant he wasn't forced to kill, it was an option he could choose to take. He like having options better anyways, as he didn't always have to take the most destructive route to complete the mission. 


He watched the two guards pace back and forth. Predictable, it would be their downfall. Two clean shots, a single grunt from one, a last breath from another. Then there it was again. The silence. He snapped a picture from his scope. That would be good inspiration for later. He got up from his prone position, tugging the light coat he wore from under him. The wind howled in his ear as he rose from his position, the crevasse in front of him adorned with snow, blanketing the concrete outpost that was formerly manned by two a uniform white, with stains of red.


"Move." He spoke through his comms, signaling the rest of the squad with him to bring up the rear as he blazed a trail through the outpost, crunching the formerly perfect, untouched snow under their feet. If it were up to him, he wouldn't be here, doing this. But it was what he was being paid for, and he had to show off sometimes. A low rumble. He ducked into one of the checkpoint stations, his squad piling into the one on the opposite side of the road. It was a tank, ready to leave and wreck havoc, as tanks usually did, wherever it needed to be. It was at this time, through the scope of the barrel he had mounted on the broken windowsill, he had punctured straight through the archaic viewport, splattering the driver inside. A squishy fruit inside of a hard shell. The tank had paused, before it's top hatch opened up. Mistake. His squadmates took the opportunity to toss a grenade in, ending its life as it struck a man upside the head. Furious yelling, and panicked screaming in a foreign language, punctuated by a swift crack, and a black puff of smoke. 


He stepped out of the security checkpoint booth, and looked towards the sun with clarity. He took off the coat he was wearing, and set it on the ground, walking straight into the walls of the crevasse, passing through it. The world was deconstructed, turning into exaggerated ones and zeros, his team walking on the black projection slate they were so used to. "Did I impress you enough? Or do I need to blow up another tank before you're satisfied with your purchase?" He said to a man dressed dapperly in a captain's garb. Adrian chuckled. "Oh, I think I got more value than what I bargained for. Walk with me." He turned a corner, and they were down a corridor filled with soldiers. They parted way for them, and saluted as they did. "Why do you hesitate? You have a clear shot, you have perfect sightlines, yet you wait. Not to study, but simply just because. Is there something wrong soldier?" "No, no. I just like to bide my time, as usually I don't undertake many infiltration missions anymore capt. Your files are outdated, they were in my prime." A shrug from Adrian was all he got. "Well, just keep doing what you're doing then. I can't really stop you." Adrian replied, as he walked away from Orion, leaving him surrounded by his men, and his thoughts. 
 
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"Idiots. What are they, children?" The small boy sighed as he watched two pant-less men running towards him through the street. It was really quite an odd scene, a man in armour minus his trousers and a smaller more lean man accompanying him sprouting gibberish. Unless it was an ancient alien dialect that was lost when it's civilisation fell, although that was unlikely. Arkus was fairly sure he had found most of them. Raising a hand half-heartedly, a translucent silver energy poured from his gloved hand into the air, above the two. The silver mass then sprouted several spikes that pierced into the stone road around them, ensnaring the two in a cage of mana. The two began to panic, sprouting more nonsense and shaking their bodies weirdly. Arkus turned his nose at the sight of them, "How disgraceful. And to think they are allowed to roam the city freely when this is how they act." Adding more mana to make the cage a box, Arkus lifted himself and his new prisoners up into the air, floating his way high up above the streets towards where they had come. 


Soon, he came across a certain two individuals who seemed to be surrounded in an odd assortment of garments, made more bizarre by the fact that they wore no clothes on their lower regions. Raising an eyebrow unconsciously, Arkus let himself be lowered down to a hover just above ground level as he sat cross-legged on a silver seat of his energy, peering at them curiously, "I take it these men are affiliated with you in some way? They are supposedly thieves." He waved a hand in the box's general direction and the sides thinned to become bars again, allowing the two to see the dual lunatics in confinement. Arkus stretched out on his chair, yawning, "So do you want them then or shall I take them to the nearest prison?" He asked, bored. It had been ages since anything fun had happened and he had begun to lose interest in studying after about... Well it must have been at least 225 years now of study. Still it had it's joys, just now he felt like a change of scenery. Doing volunteer guard work hardly quenched that boredom though, however. He could always go talk to the queen, but she was busy right now. Oh how slowly life went by when it was eternal. Well, semi-eternal anyway, not that he couldn't prove it was full-blown. He had still gotten cuts that one time when he had fallen, but he never seemed to age or grow at all, or get sick. He shook his head, he had spent decades pondering this, so now was not the time to continue a two century-long internal debate with himself.


@Surprise Meteors @Warhawk
 
It was strange, they were sorting through the various pairs of pants and trousers, when suddenly they were greeted by a strange whirring, and a few shrieks of dismay. He knew where this was heading. Tyrion looked up to see the Queen's adviser, out on the city streets. Curious he thought, the Queens personal adviser, out without guards or anything of the sort? Strange. His thought process was interrupted when he was greeted by a question.


"So do you want them then or shall I take them to the nearest prison?" 


"I can handle this myself. Bring them down." He commanded. The two thieves laughed, while even in their bindings they had something planned. Maybe. He bound their wrists with a few extra pants he found off the ground. "I've got this from here, thank you for your help Magus." He turned to his companion, and shook his head towards an alleyway. "We'll go back to my place, come with me." Too busy with the two writhing men in his firm grip, he kept walking without a second thought. He expected her to follow, but as always, he wasn't worried with the prospect of her not doing so. What he was more worried about was having the Queen's eye directly on him, so he took a few sideroutes that were heavily guarded. He made it back into the tavern through the back. "So, you're free to go if you will stop bothering my customers for a month." Two hasty nods, and they were off again, hooting and hollering as they rolled, literally, around a corner, a puff of black smoke marking their departure.


"Faeries. I wouldn't have let them live if they were anyone else. Never meddle in fae affairs, just hope they leave you alone." He said to nobody in particular.


@Warhawk
 
@Surprise Meteors


The High Varethian was standing there, sword out, prepared for as 'honorable' of a duel as she could expect from two hooligans of this sort... at least maybe the knight might provide her some sort of challenge and fair play. Her blade was ready, dignity intact, and pants on... not for much longer however. 


It was as she was about to attack the pair, having briefly glanced over to the panting Tyrion, rolling her eyes at the lack of stamina the mudrunner possessed, that it happened. She watched the two speak, then suddenly, the bag was in the air, and trousers were all around her. She swatted at some with her sword, bursting through the mess to emerge on the other side, ready for action... only to hear laughter, and her opponents having disappeared. She huffed, turning to find Tyrion, preparing some specially harsh words... then she saw he had no pants. Both a small amused smile, and a blush rose to her cheeks and she looked away... only to feel a breeze, rather distinctly, on her own legs. She blinked, looked down, and that blush turned into a full flush that rose from her neck all the way to her cheeks, red as a tomato. 


Blinking, she stammered out, "w-where are my pants? How dare they... I'll have their heads for this..." Covering decency the best she could, Isabelle scrambled around the pants until he handed her, her own pants. She barely seemed grateful. Pulling on her pants as quickly as possible, the flush would not disappear, in fact only increase as... the queen's man, her adviser happened upon her, half naked, and indecent. If she could humanly get more red in the face, it happened, and with barely a word to either of them, she extended her wings and drove herself into the air, leaving the scene of the crime. If word of this got to the queen she'd be ruined...


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The moment Tyrion would set the faeries free, she might hear the more soft sound of descent from around him. He would find Isabelle again behind him, and although her face was no longer as red, she didn't look happy. She murmured out as he might turn to her... "what I get for helping a stinking mudrunner, lost lunch, my dignity... now he's letting them go." Apparently she thought mudrunner's were deaf as well as criminals. A little louder, she continued. "I was having a perfectly good day..." a lie, "its too late to go back to town, do you at least make decent stew?" She made it sound like it was an impossibility for a mudrunner to do anything good. 
 
"Of course! It's not like I spend all my time invoking my will upon people who I deem to be lesser than! I have hobbies that don't require too much ordering around."  He spat. "Come in, I'll prepare a stew. Don't mind the bareness of the place, it's an off hour for us right now." He informed. He knocked his armored knuckle on the wooden bar, a small woman hurrying out. "Beef stew. Make sure it's sauteed with carrots, okay?" He turned to the Varethian. "Are you okay with carrots? We grow them off a friend's farm." 


@Warhawk
 
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By the Gods' today had been more than her usual eventfulnes had given her, she'd raced around trying to catch thieves, even done sparring matches with others in the academy at the sparring arena. She'd always figured herself a good fighter, albeit she migh no have as much lifetime experience as sone or most, but going up against some of the more skilled students was brutal. It took most of what she learnt from her father just to stay on her feet while going up against the taller ones and actually managed, though she showed no signs of complaining or pain she upheld her cheery atitude to the rest of the patrons and her partners, but in reality her body absolutelu ached all over and she feared how long it would be until she would be in need of taking a bath. Sweating from near non-stop physical training wasn't something you kept unattended, especially in her position whilst also heading to the barracks where there were even more who would see her in such state. Dared she even go inside drenched in sweat under her armor and panting slightly? It took a great deal of mental assurance before she even stepped foot inside but, after doing so she paid no mind to any who glanced over at her small form, making her way to the main quarters where the Captain usually was. Upon reaching the quarters she poked her curious head inside first to make sure she wouldn't have been disturbing any...important matters like before. Though the room happened to be unusually bare, meaning it lacked its humorous and stern Captain, and was slightly chilly. As if she wasn't cold already from the fall breeze. Instead of lazily waiting for his return she left a note simply stating she was off duty and wouldn't be back until the day after tomorrow, tomorrow being the day of her mother's disappearance.


After carefully placing it under the inkwell on the desk, Aleesia left the office, not really wanting to face him today. Come this time of year she liked to go to her family manor, more like oversized cabin where she went on her days off duty, to go and pray and just have time to herself for a while in the peaceful forest it resided in instead of her normal busy days full of danger and constant work -which she didn't mind that much sometimes- and take in the nature and views. Especially with fall approaching. Surely the Captain would understand her reason, hopefully. Walking back to where she had came Aleesia happened to have looked up at the precise time Antonia walked by her. Stopping for a momeng she smiled brightly and turned around to speak with her. "Antonia! Where have you been all day, skipping out on some sparring I presume?" She joked, "Where are you headed to?" Twas curiosity that made her ask and the hooe that she might be willing to accompany her to her home over in the Middluns, since she too grew up like her, an orphan. What better than two friends spending time together?


@Trombone Geek
 
Antonia wandered with a slight limp down the street, not only having slept wrong on her leg but also spending around an hour chasing some stubborn thief that was not only a sun-born but was also an expert flyer. The chase had started off on foot, although in the sky Antonia had had a bit of an advantage, with her fast--if clumsy and reckless--flying maneuvers driving the thief into a corner, where she caught and reprimanded him. She had spent most of the morning wandering about, an off-duty patrol of sorts, hoping to avoid sparring with the other trainees. Her thoughts drifted off to some of the swordfighting moves she'd seen and read about and hoped to try eventually. She was by no means the best fighter to be had, with her rash decisions in battle that rendered her a glass cannon in every sense of the word, but she was improving.

Distracted by said thoughts, Antonia didn't notice as she walked right by her superior and friend, Aleesia. The young woman's calling snapped her out of her daze of sorts, and she turned to face the other Vartherian. "Oh, hi, Aleesia! I almost didn't even see you!" The soldier grinned sheepishly at Aleesia's joking words, nodding her head. "Yes, actually. I got caught up in a chase and my leg's kinda bothering me, y'know. I'm not heading anywhere in particular, although I was going to eventually end back up at the barracks. Why?" She wondered if Aleesia was tired and had decided to head out early; she certainly seemed to be. Curious, Antonia voiced her question. "Are you leaving early this time around?"

@Veyd Sahvoz
 
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A messenger rushed into the tavern, just as a hearty stew was about to be set on the table, almost knocking it over, but thanks to the barmaiden's trained reflexes, she caught it just as it was about to tip over and spill its delicious innards. The helmeted messenger raised his right hand into the air, which was holding a scroll. It unfurled as he did so, creating a waving, fluttering parchment effect, all the more glorious and royal. "A message from Queen Espara herself. " The herald begins reading at an average tone, not to alert outsiders to the secret message.


"Greetings my faithful Guardsmen,


In recent time, an issue of great importance has come to my attention. While I do know this is of short notice, I wish that you are all able to meet myself in the royal meeting chambers at the dawn of the next morrow. I am sorry for the subtlety that I call you, but you will see why this is of great importance when you arrive. 


-From Her Majesty, High Queen Espara."


A similar message arrives at the barracks of a particular High Varethian court, and the desk of a very important adviser. One was intercepted by a rogue, who ran off to the queen's fortress.


@Warhawk


@Trombone Geek


@Destructus Kloud


@FabulousTrash
 
The hands of the feminine commander were behind their back as she supervised the combat training she was leading her division in. A more, tactile and covert division, Akira had high standards for them. 


Before her, there were other assassin-like fighters sparring with one another, aiming to disarm one another. She walked in between pairs, making comments on their forms and giving them tips to improve overall. Just a few yards off, a few others were at the archery range, aiming for fairly small targets. An apple freely standing on a pillar, to be exact. 


Today, for her at least, was a bit uneventful. Despite having the training to occupy her time, there was the thought of there being anything better to do nagging the back of her mind. No matter. 


She returned her attention to the training, silver eyes glancing over everyone and her light purple hair blowing gently in the light breeze
 
Moving a bit closer to Antonia she gave a small nod "Yes. It's a tradition for myself every year, as you know. I just can't get over how long it has been..." Said Aleesia, looking up a bit at her and smiling softly. She figured she had chosen the right person to allow to see her family's home, now entrusted to her, since they knew each other for so long. She decided she would just straight out say it without any hesitation, "I was wondering if you would want to stay there, with me to-" She was cut off mid sentence by the door to the barracks suddenly bursting open, a messenger shouting out a royal message.


"Greetings my faithful Guardsmen,


In recent time, an issue of great importance has come to my attention. While I do know this is of short notice, I wish that you are all able to meet myself in the royal meeting chambers at the dawn of the next morrow. I am sorry for the subtlety that I call you, but you will see why this is of great importance when you arrive. -From Her Majesty, High Queen Espara."


Once finished, the messenger left just as loud as he arrived. Her head was fuzzled now and she had nearly forgotten what she was going to ask Antonia. The moment she had finally built up the gut to ask someone, even choosing a good friend, and something came up right at the particular moment. So much for taking a day off. She thought to herself. "I-I was just going to ask if you'd like to spend tomorrow out at my family's home just outside of the Capital. However, it doesn't look like I'll be able to do that," She managed to say without stuttering or anything like she usually did while nervous sometimes "If you are up for it it'd only be for the night I suppose, with the message and all." Stated Aleesia. The only thing she worried of now was Antonia's reaction to her invitation, she always had wondered about asking someone, especially her, if they'd like to visit her place and most thought it was weird so she never brought it up. Except for now of course.


@Trombone Geek
 
Isabelle did not like the mans tone, not one bit, or the words that came along with it... she almost debated on punishing his insolence. However... Izzy was tired, hungry, and just wanted to leave without any more fuss. Sighing out, and making her displeasure quite clear with the frown on her face, she entered the tavern after him, doing her best to keep a straight face at the surrounding. "Carrots... yes, carrots would be quite fine if you don't have anything else." Walking as dignified as she could to the bar, she brushed off a stool before plopping her royally stuck up arse down it, waiting with a raised eyebrow for likely the worst meal of her life.


Izzy was about to ask a question, mouth opened, the slander already primed, "so do you re-..." she was cut off quite rudely by the taverns door opening. Turning to face the new man, she initially showed a displeased look. At least until he introduced himself and the message. Almost instantly her posture changed and she became extremely interested. It had always been her goal to earn the favor of the royal family, and this... this was a perfect opportunity to show off for the royal highness, potentially. Almost instantly she nodded her head, speaking formally, "and of course, if the queen desires aid on a matter, than that is exactly what she will receive." Arrogant or not, at least this put her in a good mood.


@Surprise Meteors
 
As Akira was leaving for the tavern, she would spot a lone messenger dash into the tavern. Akira ran over towards the open window in time to catch the message


 


"Greetings my faithful Guardsmen,


In recent time, an issue of great importance has come to my attention. While I do know this is of short notice, I wish that you are all able to meet myself in the royal meeting chambers at the dawn of the next morrow. I am sorry for the subtlety that I call you, but you will see why this is of great importance when you arrive. -From Her Majesty, High Queen Espara."


Akira waited for the messenger to leave remaining hidden in the darkness of the alleyways. She muttered to herself, curious of what is issue of importance was. With nothing entirely left to do, she made headway for her home to check up on her younger siblings, thinking about all the things they may have broken
 
Arkus had shortly departed from the streets, understandably bored now that the mild crime scene had cleared. He had floated his way back to his office in the castle, sighing all the way. All that training, all that time, as this was how he used it? Catching petty and possibly insane thieves in the mud runner streets, he honestly felt quite devalued in his services to the crown. Surely that was the job of mere guards? Then why was he the one running, or rather floating around after such frivolous acts of pointless security? Of course, he wasn't complaining about anyone or thing in particular, he was more just annoyed that this was the best he could think of to alleviate his boredom. A personal adviser to the Queen and high Archmagus of the Lunar Descendancy First Elite, one of the most intellectual beings in society as of now, and he was bored. His thoughts were cut off as he finally made it to his office via the large window that hung open. It was more of a large glass wall than a window, but it opened like one so he counted it so. He sat down in his soft feather chair and kicked his feet up. If anyone were to first meet him now, they would be greeted by a small child, in a rather odd large office, feet resting arrogantly on the desk as if he didnt have a care in the world; hardly a befitting picture for his title. As he mused over his strange appearance to others, he noticed a parchment left on the table his feet lay upon. Picking it up, he skimmed over it briefly. It appeared there was a summons to the Queen for tomorrow, the reason for it being unknown. Arkus shrugged to himself, it wasn't unlike the Queen to summon him for advice, but it didn't normally come in the form of parchment, nor was the date of it in such advance. Usually, a guard would come by requesting his presence before the Queen immediately. But that was besides the point. Rolling the paper up and tucking it into a draw, Arkus stretched back into his chair again. This must be a meeting of numerous participants, then. And he still had to wait until the next morning. He sighed for the umpteenth time, for a timeless Mage of unmatchable knowledge and wise beyond his years from years of training, he sure was impatient. 
 
Tyrion, knowing the general importance of the matter, sighed, and turned to winged knight. "I suggest you get some sleep, because knowing the Queen, she expects us early. The bed's on us for the night. Get a nights' good rest. You'll need it if it's something this urgent." 


[Time skip. You have one more post before we skip to the next day. For plot reasons of course.]



There was a few more corridors before the captain would be able to reach his seat, and the sniper to his accustomed perch, so there wasn't little much to talk about.  "So captain Adrian, I would presume we are to land soon upon the moon of Yagis V?" "Of course, are you impatient or something?" "No, I just feel like we've got something in store for us." "I really love how vague you are being right now." "Whatever, i'll see you at touchdown captain." "And you, general."


The captain made it to his seat, commanding drive to be twice as fast, and the sniper made it to his perch again, bringing imagined enemies down in a virtual landscape. Both have no idea what will be in store for either of them, but they both know something is awaiting them at the moon of Yagis V.
 
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Akira entered the house, greeted by the youngest of the 3 brothers. Akira smiled, looking down at him as she raised her eyebrow


So, what did you 3 end up breaking this time?


Nothing sister.


Akira sighed, closing the door behind her and removed her weapons and armor, dressed in only a simple shirt and pants. She looked around, finding the other 2 brothers in the backyard, playing in the moonlight. 


Ryder, Torin!! Get inside now!


The two boys ran on inside the house, going straight to the bath room to clean off. Akira guided the youngest, Terrence, with the older 2. While they were bathing, Akira sat down outside in the front. In the silence, she repeated the message she heard in the tavern when she passed by. She was most curious why the Queen was so urgent. Minutes became hours, and the three bothers were all cleaned up. Akira went intside, taking them to the bedroom they shared. She sat down in the old wooden chair as the 3 boys got into bed, ready for the nighttime story


.....


Akira closed the door quietly, moving quietly to her own room. She laid in her bed, yawning softy and fell asleep


@Surprise Meteors (Ye gonna narrorate or what?)
 
((I keep thinking I've posted but then I look back and I haven't. Sorry, @Veyd Sahvoz!))


Antonia tilted her head to listen to what her friend was about to ask, and she jumped a bit when the door was slammed open suddenly and loudly. Crossing her arms as if trying to make herself look more dignified, like she hadn't flinched at any noise, Antonia shifted her weight onto one leg and carefully filed away the royal messenger's words.


As he left, Antonia sighed and glanced sideways at Aleesia. "I'm sorry you won't get to spend much time at your old home, now. Are you sure we've got time to go?" Now that the sun-born thought about it, she really didn't know that much about Aleesia's family home. "Despite that, I'd love to go, and I appreciate your offer. I know how shy you are, even around me, and it must've taken a lot to ask," Antonia said, poking fun just a bit although her tone was sincere.
 
(I guess we'll use Dread Return on this one. We've still got a huge fight planned, and it would be a shame to waste that. I do love a good fight scene.)


Morning. It was the break of dawn, the sun was just peeking from the veil of clouds that sheltered it, and the city stretched for miles, until in the distance, it was interrupted by gleaming, golden walls that seemed only a pinkie's height if Tyrion were to stretch his massive hand out to measure. He grinned, he loved to fact that his person was large, and well armored at that. Not many would step to him, this also off put the fact that he was a lowly mudrunner. The only concern he had was that it was impossible to take off his armor, as it had fused to his skin. He didn't sweat, his armor only glowed. Though he did have trouble using the bathroom and other auxiliaries that were part of his pelvis, he managed. 


A few stretches, or all that he could muster, and he was off downstairs. Breakfast was of little concern to him, but he ate the pastries prepared for him before the breakfast crowd filed in. It was sausage filled cheese pastries with eggs. A hearty meal for a hearty warrior. He dashed his hands through a running water pipe, and sauntered upstairs to fetch the other patron. He knocked twice at the door, before he primed his fist, and unlocked the door with a key. He was one of the people who ran the place, why would he destroy his own things? "Little warrior, we have another day of potential embarrassment for you. Try and keep your pants on this time. Mine are welded to my skin!" He gave a short chuckle, before he rustled her shoulder, and heaved her over his shoulder to bring her downstairs, making sure that the blankets she was wrapped up in were secured so he wouldn't step on them as he went down the stairs.


He plopped her down onto a lone bar-stool, and called for the same meal he had before, though a little cut down on the pastries, limiting it from 4 to 2. There were huge, around the size of a fist each, and they were made with care and passion, steaming hot right out of the oven. He thrust a mug of coffee into her hand, having her hold it by the handle as he delicately wrapped her fingers around the handle. "Take as long as you want. We've got around an hour before we leave. Get yourself cleaned up before we leave." He turned away to make his own preparations, before he coughed into his hand. A little blood was splattered onto his palm. It wasn't anything that wasn't to be expected in this time of peace. "Charlene, can you fetch me a few rats? It's that time of the week again."



Valeria had finally released herself from her early morning rituals, these including making a large number of laps around the outskirts of the keep, studying, and training. This had usually involved a dummy, and if she was lucky, she might train with the giant, Tyrion. She had chosen him for her personal guard. Though his lot wasn't the most drilled, disciplined group, there were plenty of good men, veterans, people who had been given a second chance at life, even if it meant they were convicted killers. There were very few who could ignore the sense of calm, and goodnaturedness that came with him. She admired him for it. It was finally good to have a fellow mudrunner to work with.


She had finally trudged down to the mess hall of the fortress. It was a large, dome shaped room, with arches and glass panes that depicted the history of the nation. From the slaughter of the shadow, to the civil wars that ensued after that. It was a bloody, corrupted history, but it was history. It was only after the 1000 year war that civilization was able to pull together, and blame a scapegoat. It boiled her blood, but she let go of it. It was the past, and this is the present. She passed by the mess hall, too intent on speaking with the Queen than to eat. 


She entered the throne room. The Queen was there, but the King was absent. She already knew this from the vigorous yelling that came from the sparring ring earlier. She knelt before her, and the grand throne room felt only that much smaller, as the Queen gave a slight smile, and gestured for her to rise. "Is there any questions about the plan as so far?" "Yes my Queen. When do you expect the trailblazers to arrive?" "Soon, it shouldn't be long until we are to see them to the new world. Keep your wits about yourself however, we have no idea what's to come out there. I sense... A mysterious prescene other than our own. Be careful." "I will my Queen." 


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@FLTxxBLACKOUT
 
As the sun broke through the ajar window, Akira groaned slightly. Though she was well aware that as much as she was comfortable, she had a duty to fill. She got up, going immediately to the bathhouse to wash up. Her brothers were still asleep by the time she was eating her breakfast. She went over to the storage closet, dressing in her armor and make sure she had all her weapons on her. She then went upstairs, knocking on the door to the boys' room


Wake up you three. Breakfast is on the table. I'm heading out


The response she got was just muffled and incoherent sounds. She didnt have time to get them to fully wake up and walked out the house. She immediatly made headway for the castle, breaking into a run and climbing up a tree, she took the high-road to her destination
 
The night prior, isabelle had ended up simply crashing at the inn. The big man was offering, and she was more than tired... might as well, after all, after all he had done, it seemed to her the least he could offer. So she accepted the nice room, and promptly crashed in the sheets for her nice long beauty sleep... or so she thought.


When Tyrion entered the room, Isabelle was there, lying on the bed wrapped like a blanket casserole, sleeping quite peacefully. When she was busy looking imperious, or angry, she was actually... nice looking, the mix of sleep and the sunlight hitting her suntouched skin made for quite the complexion. At least that was until he woke her up that is. At first she grumbled at the sunlight hitting her face, and the loud voice in her head, groaning at being woken up. "Why can't I sleep in..." it sounded like she was talking to her parents. When he grabbed her though, putting over his shoulder a very sleepy and grumpy high Varethian, she figuritivly and literally flipped out. Nearly screeching, Isabelle darted away from his grip, holding the blankets in an attempt to stay decent... she slept naked. Glaring with sufficient malice for one of her kind to one of his kind who had not only disrupted her beauty sleep, but also probably saw her naked, she beckoned at the door. "Out! I'll be down when I'm decent damn you!" She nearly shoved him out of her room, glaring and muttering all the way until she slammed the door in his face. Muttering, she nearly crashed back into the bed... this nine hours of sleep was an abomination, she needed at least 12 to fully function. Spoiled as she was, she still grudgingly slipped on her armor and clothes, cursing out Tyrion the whole while before coming down stairs. From the way she stomped down the stairs, he might have had to wonder if instead of a young adult warrior, a grumpy kid was coming down to breakfast. She plopped herself down into the seat, looking down at the massive... things of food before her. Before she could even react again, she had a mug of coffee shoved into her hand. The next part made her stare murderously at Tyrion. "You woke me up an hour early...? Your lucky you make good coffee..." draining nearly half the mug in a single draw, she glanced down at the heaps of food, trying to figure out... "how do you eat this... exactly?"
 
Katherine Callaghan. For being a member of the colony ships security detail, she probably caused more trouble than she fixed. Kind, usually always smiling, and jovial, she also had a... mischievous side. And that came out strongest when she drank... something she did alot of. As a descendent of the old Irish people, she liked to eat, laugh, brawl and swear, and do things she wasn't alowed to do, which only got worse when she drank. But she was a ruckus to be around, and a blast at a party, and of course always seemed to lighten the mood during guard shift. Currently she had her legs up on a very fragile piece of machinery in the engine room. She was taking one of her many breaks by eating an entire jar of peanut butter, probably her favorite food from the old world, and enjoying some peace and quiet among the loud machinery... at least from those other pesky humans. Katherine was wildly intelligent, yet she always seemed to lack organization, attention, and was always late... in fact, she was late right now. She was due for guard duty, and at the moment, she wasn't even in gear, only sitting in a loose engineering outfit, eating peanutbutter and listening to techno rock. It wouldn't be the first time someone had to come down and remind her of her shift... perhaps she liked the attention, or was just that absent minded. Or maybe she didn't even care enough.
 
"It's an art more of, more well known to our regulars." He plucked one from her plate, and started peeling the top most layer of it, revealing in a layer of melted cheese, sausages baked into the bread. "It's really nothing once you think about it. anything else you want, little warrior?" Before she could answer, a small lamp lit  in his helm. "I never really learned your name. I would guess you would know me, Tyrion Thundertree, and the barkeep, Charlene Yggdrasil, pyromancer Dark Varethian." He paused, expecting something. Charlene burst through the back door, holding three rats by their tails. "The deed is done! Anything else master Tyrion?" "That's my girl! You're free for now, go clean yourself off for now. Go, go." He waved her off as he grasped the still alive rats. "Common vermin. The exterminators know me anyways. Give me a second." He stepped back a few paces, before placing them in a neat row on his leftmost palm. They squirmed in place, trying to break free, but it was futile. Tyrion's grip was too strong. He smashed them with one all-powerful punch, reducing them to a red mist. There wasn't anything left of them, except shattered bone, and fleshy, still bleeding, fur. Tryion inhaled deeply, and exhaled greatly. "Much better!" He seemed to be less groggy, ready for the day. 


"I hope you don't mind, but I myself have to wash my arms. We'll be going after, so enjoy your food while you can!"





"Guardsmen, assemble!" Adrian called. He was joined, unexpectedly by Orion. Orion argued that he should have the privledge to see his own team before they dropped. "Role call! Rodgers!" "Here!" "Miller!" "Present!" "Kingsley!" "Present!" "Wasnick!" "Here!" "Callaghan!" Silence. "Callaghan!" "She seems to be late then Adrian. How are we to preform the drill without the engineer?" "Quit your snide remarks and find her Orion! You have a infrared, use it!" "I have infrared, I don't have x-ray." "FIND HER!" "As you wish, Captain." Orion, a slight smirk appearing behind the mask, had started walking to his drinking partner's room without second thought, his feet had memorized the path for him, all he had to do was walk it. He arrived at the door, clearly labeled Katherine Callaghan. He rapped the metal door. "Callaghan! We have a drill scheduled today! Let's get a move on!" He leaned on the wall next to the door, waiting for a response.


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She didn't much like the man Tyrion Thundertree... he was loud, presumptuous, and annoying for one of his kind. 'He ought to be more respectful...'  She watched as he plucked up the massive fist side piece of bread, and frowned as he peeled into it, looking at the inside with curiosity, and a mixture of disgust. "Oh uh... no, I think i will just stick with whatever you call this..." Delicately picking at the one he hadn't touched before her, she slowly peeled it back and ate it, of course, the wrong way, managing only to make a mess out of it. She let out a small sigh, glancing up at him with a regal raise of her brows. "If you must know, I am Isabelle, the best sword artist in the academy." Without another word she returned to her food, managing to only get another few bites down before... she heard the sound of bone cracking and a soft crunch. Izzy jumped up into the air off of her seat, eyes wide and letting out a small sound of surprise. Looking over startled, she was quite taken aback to find that he had squashed a trio of rats, and was that their blood... her own blood drained from her face as she turned away, suddenly unable to stomach any more of the strange food... "Uh, i think im done... ill be heading up to the keep now." And as abruptly as that, the rather bedraggled High Valerian stumbled from her seat and exited the tavern, rather quickly leaping into the sky for the keep. Tyrion gave her the peeves...


Orion would have to knock quite a few times before he heard a reaction coming from the room... but when he did... there was a sudden crash from inside the room, the sound of something hitting the floor hard, and then a series of muffled swear words that he could only guess at. There was more crashing from within the room, even more swears, and a minute later, the door was swung open and a very bedraggled Kat was standing there, hair askew and armor only half on, zipped to the waist as she quickly pulled on a shirt, covering the fact she'd only been wearing a tank top. She came out in a fumble, her battle rifle slung about her shoulder and still only in half her gear, grumbling out. "Was listening to music..." It took nearly another minute to pull everything on, and once she was done, she looked up with a suddenly bright smile plastered over her face. "Hi!" She said brightly towards Orion, turning to quickly start walking, saying in a chipper voice, "come on slow poke, you'll be late if you don't hurry!" As if he was the one who was late... and as she walked to the drill, she was sipping some very potent alcohol straight from the bottle, not waiting for him to catch up...
 
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