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Shadmé, flying along, soon came across some birds. They were large raptors, likely hawks. She grinned cheerfully, but the hawks were wary of the mysterious flying human. She flew beside them, observing their movements but not making any advances. Eventually, the hawks realized no harm was coming to them and let Shadmé fly with them.

Tyra's claws connected with a rival's face, leaving long red streaks of blood. Someone threw a sharp stone, and she felt it graze past the fur on her shoulder. Snarling she lunged at the one that'd attacked, tackling him against a tree. Fear was visible in his expression as he shouted and struggled, two other rivals coming to his aid and trying to pull the Were off. She smirked and kicked out, each leg in each direction, and knocked them back. Meanwhile, the rival against the tree was punching at Tyra's face. Huffing as she felt blood run out of her nose she struck him against the tree, hearing some bones snap.

Pyrun clenched his fists, putting the fire out. He took a breath as he felt Ginan mana flow through him, beside the Flogu mana. When he felt the tickle, like leaves brushing against his skin, that signaled the correct mana he blasted it out of his hands, delighted when it turned out to be green fire. Everything was going to plan. It flickered up against the boulder, hissing sounds heard. When he extinguished the fire, black vine strips were wrapped in the area the fire hit. Adding nature mana to fire ensured that vines would be left behind, wrapping the target for further burns.

Sashe paced aimlessly, thinking about the next town she might visit. If she went to one she'd already been to, she would get some combat. Other towns still had churches though, and her campaign of destruction was far from over. So it was settled. She's be visiting a outlying town.

Dregan had drank too much. He was a sad drunk, so he went walked slowly towards his home. It wasn't far from the tavern, so he was already mentally complaining about it's size. And for good enough reason. It was a simple cottage with a single room.

Tima continued to wander throughout the castle. When she neared the war room, she heard a recognizable voice. Father! But why would he be in the war room....

ooc: Accepted.

Marrius found herself pacing once more, her hand trialing along the wall next to her. Only after what seemed like an eternity did she let some sound escape her to break the chain of simple footsteps. She was bored. Not truly because she had nothing to do, but she had the same task in front of her again. While toying with the minds of her playthings was an amusing pass time, it did grow old. The same races with the same mana and the same standard of living... Well, it grew dull. "What I'm looking for is... " She thought allow, listening the the voices down the hallway quiet instantly. Her lips pulled into a smile as her eyes cut through the darkness, "... a new game to play."

It was too quiet. It was way too quiet. Even making his rounds Elision found himself in uncomfortable silence. He found that the farther he went the more the sounds of the water only drowned everything out. It was too quiet. He paused, his eyes sweeping the streets. It wasn't a kind of peaceful quiet like in the mornings. It was an uneasy silence, akin to the calm before the storms that would rage above the surface of the water. He glanced upwards again, placing his hand atop his shield. He was waiting for something, a cry out, a a crash, anything. All he could hear was the distant voices of those in the market, and the sound of the water around him.

It was havoc- dragons burning down buildings, hordes of goblins assaulting townsfolk, ogres, banshees, and basilisks dispatched guardsmen. Already at the largest city other than the capitol, the city of Roctrack was besieged. Ugthak slowly walked toward the captain of the guard. He lifted his crossbow, and a bolt penetrated the Dwarves skull. Banar had but a short time before full corruption. Among the chaos, a small dirt-eater boy escaped the city limits. He ran for the nearest country, people who could help. He knew the woman he looked for was dangerous. He ran towards Psyche, looking for the Puppet Master.

OOc: accepted derpy

ooc: On an off note, I actually doodled up a picture of Marrius. I'm still working on one of Elision, though. Here.
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Rius stood outside of her clinic, her eyes watching the horizon. Smoke on the horizon. There was a small worn path that led to her humble abode, and she was near the border. Her smile hadn't faded. A new game was indeed coming, running down the path to her home. "Let the game begin." She said quietly to no one.

ooc: that's an awesome drawing!

The boy, named Tref, knocked on the door of Rius's abode. "Help! Help me! There's glory and... and... something new to do! The city of Roctrack has been attacked by an army of monsters." Tref stood, panting, waiting, and hoping he didn't do this just to become a toy for a powerful mind controller.

"Something new to do?" Asked the Puppet Master, walking around to the front of her home with an eerie smile on her face. "Glory doesn't interest me, but the later of the description certainly does." She now stood only a few feet from the boy, kneeling as if to make eye contact with him as her looked over his form. "Tell me about what happened to your city, child. You have my attention."

Seriously, that's what gets her attention, thinks Tref. "We were attacked by an army led by an orc. He killed the captain of our guard. He even had dragons . I think I may be the only one to survive."

Sashe was on a part of the trail to the next town, which was close to the Banar border. She caught a minor smell of smoke. she turned towards where it hd come from. She was somewhere between Roctrack and the border of Volku and Psyche.

"Dragons... " She repeated, her smile widening as her eyes seemed to light up a little. "Very interesting indeed." Rius stood, turning from the child and her home. Once again her eyes found themselves on the horizon, her voice lower than when she first started speaking with the child, "Come along, child. We're going to investigate the scene of this splendid game." She said as she began to head down the path, towards the land of Banar.

Tref was startled by her choice of words. This was his life, not a simple game! But, he thought, if he was to vocalize this, she might twist his mind.

Rius turned her head and her smile widened, "I know that expression very well. Worry not, I'm not going to alter your mind as your going to come along if you want your town avenged." She spoke as she walked. "Speak your mind, child. Believe it or not I do find the opinions of others quite interesting. " They had crossed the border into Banar by this point.

Sashe spotted an pair of travelers. A small dirt-eater and an elven woman. Quite interesting. After a few moments of decision making, she started to head in the direction of Roctrack.

Rius only stopped once they had reached the smoldering ruins of the dirt-eater's home. By this point her smile had faded. "So this is the first scene of this new game...?" She said, her eyes scanning the rubble. "Child, help me look for survivors. With any luck someone will have seen the orc you mentioned. Don't stray too far, however. Wouldn't want some monster to snatch the first piece given."

Tref shuddered at the thought of being taken by one of the creatures. He looked around for a survivor, but saw no

Sashe stood in the same ruins as Tref and Rius did. She noticed the pair from earlier, so she cautiously approached.

Rius turned to face the Defiler as she walked towards them, raising her hands as if to show that she wasn't a threat. "I don't suppose that you are a survivor from this scene?" She said to the stranger. A small smile had found it's way to her face as she spoke. "Where are my manners? My name is Marrius Antenett, and this is..." Her voice trailed off as she motioned to Tref. "Hmm... What is your name, child?"

ooc: I've decided to add two more specializations to each class. Any ideas? Just post.

ooc: My ideas below.. :
Spell Weaver:
Necromancer: Raise the dead, kill the living, raise even more dead. (excuse my sarcasm).
Druid: Talk to nature, nature talks back. Not entirely crazy because you can alter the forces of nature.

Trickster:
Thief: How'd you get into the dragons lair? By being a sneak thief. You see them, the don't see you or the fact that you've just made off with their stuff.
Face: Be the most charismatic person there ever was, while steal being a bit sneaky trickster like.

Combatant:
Brawler: Don't want weapons or traps? No worries, punch your foes in the face.
Monk: Balance among all things, especially the way you uses a staff or your fists to unbalance and beat up those who stand in your way.

"Tref." answered the child. He looked towards the approaching woman.

Sashe shook her head in a obvious negative. She looked at the two investagitively, noticing the fear in the childs expression. " I saw the smoke and came to investigate.

Ooc: New specs I already have

Champion: For combatant. Moves at average speeds, wears moderate armor. The truly special aspect to them is that they can boost other characters abilities.

Summoner: for spellweaver. Can summon elementals from their country. There are many forms of elemental from each, and a summoner can control three at a time.

Bard: For trickster. Bards don't use common weapons. They use instruments, and can play charms on enemies. From straight out damage to captivation, enchantments vary.

Rius made some form of mock sigh, "A shame, Tref came and brought me to investigate. I hoped for another peice of this puzzle, but appears all lay in ashes."She said, turning from the stranger to pace about where she stood. "I was told of an orc leading monsters such as dragon, and the damage does seem to match such a description." Her pacing stopped as she turned towards the stranger again her smile widening ever so slightly, "May I ask your name?"

"Sashe. I came from Volku. Many there know me as The Defiler. That's mostly because I destroy religiousitems. Because... you know... it's fun." explained Sashe. She looked around, taking in signs of various monsters. The green slobber of a basilisk, the footprints of an ogre.. which led to an actual ogre.

Boss #1

Ogre vs. Sashe Revreski
Marrius Antenett
Tref (who is disposable)

ooc: *boss music*
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Marrius looked at the ogre the foot prints belonged to, "The Defiler? What a coincidence, I also chose my hobby because it's fun." She paced to put herself between the child and the ogre. The smile she had turned from eerie to a malicious one, her eyes glinting and her voice taking on a darker tone. "I've never made an ogre a puppet of mine before... How interesting!" Her hands raised and lightning was shot to strike to ogre.

The Defiler was already directly in front of the ogre. She jumped whenever the lightning shot past her, and she shot a blast of acid into the ogre's eyes. She, having demon granted strength, made it to the half-burned-away roof of a building.

The ogre was blinded, so he raced directly forward. And in his way were Rius and Tref.

Rius twisted sharply, using a gust of air strong enough to throw the child out of the way. This definitely wasn't gentle, but hopeful Tref would remain out of the reach of the ogre. Rius then started to back out of the ogre direct path changing back to electricity again. "Run all you want to, ugly little doll, your fate remains the same!" She shouted with a laugh as she cast more electricity at the ogre.

The ogre stopped as it slammed into a building. The electricity made marks on it's back, and it bellowed in pain.

Sashe jumped toward the ogre. Landing on it's right shoulder, she trailed poison into it's neck and down his back as she slid off.

ooc: I like the thief idea.

ooc: thank you, everyone needs a sneak thief.
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Rius laughed at the creature bellows as she began to walk calmly towards in order to get a better shot, she shot another bolt at it for good measure before switching her mana again. She simply moved the air away from the monster's head. "Why don't you just hurry up and fall, ugly little doll... "

The creature swung it's club blindly about, before making contact with something. When said thing cried out, it reached out and grabbed it. It opened it's mouth, and Tref was swallowed whole.

Rius paused for a moment, "Well, that's a development... It swallowed our survivor." She sighed, She carefully attempted to pinpoint the creatures mind as her eyes glowed. "Expel what you swallowed." She commanded the creature, trying to force the creature to obey her by beginning to pull the the ogres mind.

The ogre began to gag, but before it could "expel" anything, a knife poked through his skin. It slowly carved an oval. The affected skin fell away from the body, and Tref crawled out, along with a lot of blood. The ogre fell to the ground.

ooc

Rius sighed, "Oh, looks like it's dying. And here I was thinking I could toy with it..." She said, her smile fading as she observed the blood and bile covered child, "Oh dear... Are you harmed, Tref?" She walked over toward the boy and the ogre, or rather what was left of it.

"My leg... I cant move it." Tref complains.

Sashe meanders over. "I wanted to poison it, kid. I was gonna knock it out and watch it deteriorate inside a cage. It would've been funny."

Rius raises an eyebrow, "I haven't seen an ogre melt before. It does sound fun." She said to Sashe before walking over to Tref, "I'm going to move you away from the ruins, Tref. This will probably hurt." Hoisting Tref into her arms she looked over at the Defiler, "While I'd love to investigate these ruins further it seems they've taken a toll on the child. And asides from that, corpses can't speak to those who'll want to hear of the burning of the city."

"That is true. And I'm curious about what happened here. So. What're we gonna do?"

"The ogre's dead, so I can't have it tell us... I propose that we go to the capital and inform them of what happened. If I wanted to destroy a country I'd go to the capital next anyway." Marrius said, adjusting her hold on Tref, "That and the child needs someone with a bit more... well, care for the living to look at his leg."

"I don't care much for the living... There are probably doctors in the capitol. And a small group of people will move faster than a large group, broken leg or not." Sashe gently picked up Tref, and started to the north, carrying the boy bridal style.

Rius lowered her arms after having the child taken from them, walking alongside Sashe. "I forgot to mention my title earlier, forgive me for being rude. To many I'm known as the Puppet Master." She said calmly, her face lacking the malicious smile it had only moments before.

"Well as long as you don't attempt to make me a puppet, we should get along fine." returned Sashe, matching the smile.

Tref looked around, thinking about how immoral his companions are.

"You're already a puppet, just not one of mine. Every person is. After all, the body is just a vessel."She explained as she walked, her eyes finding themselves on Tref, "And in this game you, child, are our only clue."

Crap, thinks Tref. "Yes... I guess I am."

Sashe thinks for a moment. "Does that make the puppet master a puppet?" s a she asked some time later. It would take a few hours to get to Daim, the capitol.

Marrius's smile widened at the question, and she chuckled. "Yes, of a sort. I am simply a puppet who learn how to pull the strings that control those around me... and found it a wonderful game." She stated

"I more enjoy controlling the state of the body." explains Sashe. "That's why I enjoy my poisonous powers." she added.

"Sounds like and interesting field of study." Commented Rius as she walked. "Now then child, because you're the only one to come out of the city alive I'm going to need you to explain everything that you saw in detail. IF you saw the orc, describe him."

"I saw hordes of goblins, and it was they who killed my father. I don't know what happened to my mother. There were three dragons that I saw. The city was taken completely by surprise. I saw hundreds of basilisk and ogres. Fewer banshees. The orc had light skin. He also was bald. He had a crossbow... and he said he hailed fromthe country Nias. I've never heard of such a country."

"Nias?" Rius repeated, her brow furrowing in thought. "Strange, I've never heard of Nias... " Her eyes left the boy only to stare at the road ahead of them. Her faded from her face, "Interesting... "

"Nias... it sounds vaguely familiar. Maybe we'll learn more at the capitol.On that topic, I see the capitol." Sashe stated. From the outside, the capitol was unimpressive. A barely-ogre-sized hole in the ground.

Name: Malikia Marko
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Country: Psyche
Class: Combatant
Specialization: Champion
Title: The Spell-Breaker

ooc: accepted Herr

OCC: I forgot to ask, can things be enchanted? and should I put the weapons my character uses on my character sheet.

OOC: You can enchant things In game and have pre game enchanted items. And we'll see your weapon in game soon. OFFICIAL NEW SPECS

Combatant:
Champion
Monk: With near superhuman strength, monks have no need for weapons. They can use fight unarmed or with a quarterstaff.

Spellweaver:
Summoner
Parasite: Mages that specialize in killing mages. They can use enemies mana to power their own spells, and nullify magic.

Trickster:
Bard
Thief: Usually wielding daggers, thieves can turn invisible. However, when they attack, they become visible and cannot do so twice in the same battle.

OoC: I didn't realize how close the countries were to each other. O.o I suppose to have my characters interact with some of yours, I can have Shadmé fly over the border to another country. Which one should she go to?

"That's what you get for messing with The Fanged One," Tyra growled, backing away from the injured man. Her voice was gruff and distorted, as it always was in werewolf form. She turned around. "Any objections to me taking this small basket of food to a poor family of four who's been starving for days? No?" She glanced around, and smirked. "Good day, gentlemen." Tyra straightened up and walked away, her transformation receding as she returned to a more humanoid stance.

Time for the next element! Pyrun turned to another boulder and focused his energy. He inhaled, feeling what could be described as a blade trailing along his skin. He opened his hands and dispelled copper fire, hitting the rock directly in the center. Despite the chill that gave Pyrun goosebumps, he smiled at the correct fire color. Extinguishing it revealed there were now grainy bits of metal embedded in the boulder. Hertzeya mana.