If you could all please post which characters, if any, you would like to be involved in the Battle of the Sewers, so that I can keep track.
You can put me to the sword a hundred times and I'll still come back stronger then you.
Bryce snickered at Baldomar's response, running his hands through his hair. Sometimes, after spending a great time of time in the helmet, his scalp felt suffocated. He warily glanced at what appeared to be a newly come nobleman before sidling over, nearly bumping into a....tree? No, a person. Bryce mumbled an apology before shuffling away towards the table once more. He didn't have an appetite, but he wanted more room away from these strangers. Ooooooooh shit. That had gone way past what she expected. Besides being wary to nearly a state of paranoia, Aston was now suggesting violence. And she knew what to do with threatened violence. Glancing back down the hall, the others seemed preoccupied with socializing, and other niceties. Whatever people with money and free time did. She? She was not one of them. "You know...." She sighed, and straightened her shirt, casting her eyes downward. "I'm not so great at talking with people." Her hand brushed the sill of a nearby window, collecting a handful of dust in her palm. "I think there might be a third option." And with that, she threw the dust at Aston's face and bolted back down the hall. Gods please let there be an exit. Tessa sighed as she walked up the stone steps. Her legs were sore from so much walking, and as she rolled her shoulders to loosen them, the cloak that was her constant companion flared a little, making her shiver. She would be happy to have a warm place to stay for the night. Pushing past the door, she blinked for a moment as her eyes settled in the darker room. "Hello. I'm Tessa Jones. For the Adventurer's Society." She told the nice looking lady in the front, before bowing politely and stepping inside. She did not see anyone she recognized, but why would she? Living in the wilderness so long tended to make the world forget who she was, when she was in a forest where time seemed to stand still. Perhaps this was why she was here. She needed time to move again.
For Tessa: Earth Magic, Stoneskin, Level 1 Miasmic Flower, Level 1 Vitality Tulip, Level 2 For Kara: Blink, Level 1 Arcane Bolt, Level 1
I can hear the question now.
As titled. Anyone interested?
Kai's House: Hallway Tessa blinked. Holy shit, if she wasn't hallucinating, this was pretty awesome. "I could be one of you?I could do stuff? And not be powerless?" Or taken advantage of, ever again. Ever. The idea was so appealing she almost drooled over it. Oh wait, no, she actually was drooling a little bit. She wiped it off with her sleeve and hopped Morrigan/Lilith didn't notice. "I would be so so in your debt, if you could teach me." She replied. If this was a hallucination, then what was the worst she could happen by agreeing to one of her hallucination's proposals? And if it wasn't, she would get power. "Please, I'll be a good student." Plus, if there were two people inside her mind instead of just one, her, then she wouldn't ever be alone. Total win win. Spoiler On the Streets; Somewhere Sara wandered through the oncoming darkness, her hands in her pockets and her head tossed back, looking at the stars. Post workout, she had left the gym before the school was locked up. Odd, that it was locked, but it wasn't her place to question. She didn't pay attention to where she was going, just wandered up and down the alleyways and sidewalks as she pleased. At some point, she would have to find a place to sleep. Or maybe just nap.
She had broken it. Oh god, the one thing that had talked to her in years, and she had broken it. Kala hadn't realized how much she had missed speaking with someone other then her own self. "Don't go!" She cried, throwing herself at the hunk of metal. It wasn't as squishy as a person, but that was okay. That meant she couldn't kill it either. Or so she hoped. Just as she threw her arms as best she could around Timothy, the machine suddenly whirred back to life. "How can I be of service?" "Um." She opened her mouth to reply, to ask what had happened, and stopped. Maybe there was a rule...rules existed for other people. Kept them from doing things. Maybe Timothy had rules. Maybe it would be okay to ask about those. "Are there things you can't do? Or can't...talk about?" She didn't want her newfound friend to disappear just as quickly as he had come. Veera rubbed her eyes and yawned before stepping onto the floor. The scent of horse, well, her horse, was strong. Dammit, she had been left behind. Well, couldn't blame Ashleigh. It wasn't her fault that Veera had gone a little overboard, and needed to sleep it off. Grabbing her swords, she buckled the belt they were attached to around her waist, stretched, and set off, brushing the hair from her eyes. The hair on the back of her neck started to rise as electric excitement began to course through her veins. Battle. Oh how she thrived off it. The blood and heat and sweat that was the product of such unions between two sides was one of...ah hell, who was she kidding? It was the second reason she lived. The first was her pack. Speaking of..she put her mind to the taste, inhaling gently and wrinkling her nose in distaste before following the scent trail. It wasn't exactly hard, what with the horse. Up ahead, she could see the figure, seated on the back of the animal. But Requiem was not at her side. Her ears caught the sound of footsteps, a separate party. Well, this was about to get interesting. Or perhaps it already was. Veera remained where she was, arms folded across her chest. If Ashleigh needed her, she could be there in seconds. For now, she would let the other woman handle this. But wait. Why must she face the danger alone? Are you a coward? Are you scared? Alpha fairly pranced around the back of her mind, and Veera could imagine the wolf's teeth were bared. YOU are the Alpha. YOU are the protector. Be the wolf. Protect your pack. You wouldn't want me to show you how it's done, would you? No, no one wanted that. Veera massaged her temple, a low growl in the back of her throat. Fine. She stalked out, hair swirling behind her as she went to Ashleigh's side, staring at the new comer, a woman, and the figure that Ashleigh had focused on, a man, with equal hostility. She was careful not to touch Symphony as she put a hand on her sword hilt. "Who are these people?" she asked Ashleigh, never taking her eyes off either one of them. Ah, there was Requiem. Standing in front, protecting Ashleigh. Good. She focused most of her venomous look on the woman now. The soothing that tried to penetrate her mind only made her more wary. If she had fur, her hackles would have been raised.
Name: Tessa Jones Gender: Female Age: 20 Class: Earth Mage (Mage) Weapon(s): N/A besides magic Armour: A shirt, boots (cloth/robe/whatever armor) and pants. A blue cloak as well. Magic/incantations: Earth Magic, within that, Plant magic. Crafting: Medicine Specialism: Mana Appearance: Hehehe Personality: Once a trusting and kind person, Tessa has turned into a more wary and experienced traveler. She still retains the ability to be a gentle person, but reserves it for the animals and plants she has become used to as companions. She's intelligent, and courageous only when her friends are involved. Origination: Wilderness Backstory: Tessa has been wandering a long time, longer then she can remember. She doesn't know who her family was, or where she's originally from, and thus she has kept on wandering, hoping to find answers somewhere in the forest she was abandoned. This strange sense of amnesia has plagued her for the last ten years, leaving the only thing to keep her alive her magical powers. Rather more recently, she found an invitation to the Adventurer's Society, and a random jiggle in her brain told her maybe she would find the answers she was looking for there.
Fixed, thank you!
Veera finished cleaning up, then stood, ignoring the prickling of her skin. She felt much better, now that the stink of death had been washed from her body. She turned to Aaron, wringing her hair out with her hands to get rid of any excess water. "Perhaps we should-" "Greetings Master Witcher...is there a monster nearby?" Veera turned to see a man, a human, by the silence of her medallion and the lack of glowing eyes. "In a manner." She spoke cautiously, her hands dropping from her hair. "What business do you have with us?" While a contract wasn't the first thing on her mind, the form of payment could be changed from gold to a place to stay, if only for the night. Glancing at Aaron, she frowned. It would be foolish to give their true names, but there weren't so many female witchers that it couldn't be quickly assumed what her identity was. On the other hand, it might delay that breach of information just a bit longer. The human was close enough he would be able to hear every word she said, so she would have to hope Aaron had the sense to keep his name to himself. Ana bristled at Zach's comment. "I'm sorry that I'm such a disappointment." She spat, clenching and unclenching her hands in order to calm down. "I thought I counted you among my friends as well, but I guess that would be in poor taste, wouldn't it?" And after everything she had tried to do for him. Didn't trying count for something? She was still concerned with Yana, and the way she had been treating the child. Then there was that strange mage...Will. And now Solomon. And they were sitting here, arguing over whether they should hate each other or not. Teliana had an overwhelming sense that something was going to happen, and that it probably wouldn't be good. And what she was doing? Hiding away in a small village, hoping that no one took notice as she tried to do what she could to make people's lives a little easier? Well maybe that should change. Maybe she had stayed far too long and let her responsibilities slide too far. Maybe that fellow, Will, had been right. She was a coward. "You gentlemen can sit here and argue until you decide to fuck each other or fight each other, but I'm going." She turned on her heel and headed for the forest, hair flying behind her. One thought made her stop, and give pause before turning her head over her shoulder, looking from Vyle to Zach. "And I forbid either of you from murdering each other." That said, she turned and walked back towards the woods. It was time to do some packing. Time to stop being so afraid. Time to do something. Like face her fear. And find that necromancer. It occured to her she could have opened a portal, but she didn't want to take a chance that she would end up in the wrong place. Again. Tessa wretched once more before wiping her mouth with her sleeve. "What...what happened?" The question was more of a rhetorical one, and she didn't get an answer anyway. Looking up, she realized that Zack was gone. She pushed herself up, swaying slightly, and averted her eyes from the nightmarish scene in front of her. Who would do this? Oh gods. Bryce was okay, wasn't he? She pressed her hand to a mouth to muffle the despaired sound she made before darting off, disappearing down a side street. She ran to the house that he stayed at, checking the door. Locked, which meant he wasn't home. Dammit. She turned and ran down the south way, towards Bryce's office. The same result; no candles lit and the door locked. Where is he?! She pressed her forehead to the cool stone wall, her heart racing as tears prickled in her eyes. Where is he? There was only one other place, but it was too big to search, realistically. Still, didn't she have to try? She pressed her hand to the solid wall, revealing a pressure point only a handful of people knew about. A key was hidden there, the key to the office door. She unlocked it, biting her lip before slipping inside. There was a secret entrance, behind a false wall. An escape route, if something ever went wrong, in an emergency. She would say this was an emergency. She needed to find her brother. "Hey!" Zack grabbed at Seth, skidding to a stop as he tried to halt the other doppler's progress. "You can't just leave her! Bryce went away, and I don't know when he'll be back, but this isn't any time to just leave!" Zack wiped the sweat from his forehead, unknowingly leaving a bloodstain in its place. This was really not his day. He was covered in gore, tired beyond imagination, a little bit of a headache still in the back of his mind from his hangover, and besides all that, he was scared, confused, and upset. In spite of it, Bryce had trusted him with a task, the same way he had clearly trusted Seth to watch over Tessa. "Don't you know how important she is to him? How much she means to him? You can't betray that trust! Not now! He's.." He stopped, eyes widening. "I think he's going to try and kill the people who did this." Zack muttered after a pause. "But in the meantime, none of us should leave! Those murderers are still out there!" He hoped Seth would listen. Glancing back, he stopped, then looked again. "Where did Tessa go?" Bryce felt nothing, but anger. The witnesses had told them all they had known, leaving him devoid of all emotion. Until the hate, and the rage had set in. The same rage that had allowed him to kill one of them before. A witcher. He nearly growled, stalking the surface streets as he and his birds tracked down his contacts. The dwarven smith, striking a deal in order to let his birds take enough weapons and supplies down below for those that could/would fight. The alchemist, a blind old man that had been an ally for years, for healing and blinding potions, anything in order to stop them. His last stop, the amourer. This one would be difficult. The man had no reason to love him, or any of his people, but neither did he have a reason to hate. And that was what Bryce was hedging on. As he haggled with the man, his thoughts kept going back to what he had seen. His people, slaughtered like animals. One of them could have been Tessa. Would have been, if she hadn't insisted on working in the bar. This thought wasn't necessarily true, but it kept occurring. Tessa would have died, if it hadn't been for a twist of fate. Finally, a bargain was struck, and one of his spies came to start collecting. Bryce's purse was a great deal lighter, but war? War was expensive, and the price was more then just gold. But if his people were ready, if they would follow him, then he would lead. First, against the two that murdered his friends, then, against the rest of the witchers. He was done, cowering in the shadows and sewage. They hadn't done any harm to these people, and still been attacked, murdered for it. No more. It was time for dopplers to show the world just what they could do.
Be brave. They whispered to her. Be strong. Fight. Well what the hell had she been doing this entire time? And where had it gotten her? Pain, pain that seemed to grow and lessen with each breath she took. So why should she keep fighting? Who would mourn her loss? She had no family, well, anyone she would call family. She had comrades, but would she call them friends? What was a friend? Someone to watch my back. Someone to cover me. Drake could fall into that category, and maybe at point one Hunter could have, but....but why was she thinking this? Wasn't she supposed to have flashbacks of her life, or something? Maybe that meant she wasn't dying, but if this wasn't death, then she could admit that she would fear that pain when it came for her. No wonder everyone struggled so hard to survive. It was traumatic enough trying to live, but death seemed to have untold horrors in store. She struggled to open her eyes, but was unable. Or maybe they were open, and she simply couldn't see. She wasn't sure which thought petrified her more; speeding up her heart rate, and pumping the blood out of her body faster. Could it possibly get more worse? Oh yeah. I could die. That would be worse. Tessa kept close to Gale, for no other reason that she felt safer being next to a scout she knew was skilled, and the only other option was Hunter. When they arrived, Flame and Drake stood in the doorway of a building. Tessa felt a little distressed to see that Drake was injured, but even more so that Veera wasn't amongst them. Were they too late? No, no they couldn't be. She was so caught up in listening to Gale, and waiting for an answer, that she almost didn't notice the girl creeping up next to them, slinking through the shadows as she drew closer to Flame. "Hey!" Kala froze, much like a deer. Yum..deer. She was returned to the present by another shout, as the girl who had noticed her put a hand on her blade. Well, that simply wouldn't do. She stepped into the light, hands up, eyes narrowed. "Please, I mean you no harm. I am one of you. I am here for my princess." Turning back towards Flame, and sending a quick prayer to her gods that none of them would try to stab her in the back, she knelt, one hand resting on her knee, the other on the ground. "Your Highness, I saw the flare and came as quickly as I could. I was exploring the city for danger, but strangely enough, I can't seem to find any citizens of this city. I think we should leave at once." Peeking underneath her hood, she hesitated. Flame's life nearly blinded to her to Drake's, who was a steady star to her sun. But behind them...."She's nearly gone." Kala murmured, her heart feeling a little pity. To be clinging to life so desperately, but without the strength to pull back from the edge completely....it must be horrible. "Flame, let me end it for her. She's dying. This is cruel." She said the words quietly, so that only Flame and Drake would be able to hear them. She didn't have to fake the pity or the sorrow in her voice, for they were real. It was one thing to go down on your own two feet, with a weapon in your hand and fire in your heart, but to lie there helplessly....
I vote south, as it sounds like the least likely to have snakes.
Veera (new and improved) led the way, her eyes darting from side to side as she slipped from the dark basement into the light, and then the dark of the shadow. "It'll be okay." She didn't necessarily know that it would be okay, but it felt reassuring to say the words. "Just stay close to me." She made her way down the streets, watching the passersby warily. Most of them had the sense to stay away from the bloodstained strangers with yellow, glowing eyes. A few curiously looked their way, before realizing their mistake. Most people had heard enough of the witchers that they knew not to try to bother the pair. It wasn't the common people she was concerned with; it was the guards. The gods must have been with them, for she managed to find the river without being accosted. She led Aaron towards the bridge, wading in to her hips to hide behind the pillars. This way they were shielded from anyone above, and anyone on the shore. She turned her back to the younger man and pulled off her armor, leaving only the shirt underneath. That too was stained, but it would take more then a dip in the river to clean it. The current wasn't strong here, so she let the armor sink to the ground, weighed down enough it wouldn't drift away before holding her breath and ducking underneath to unlace her boots. These she tied to the armor before coming back up for air, wiping her soaking hair out of her face. "Best hurry up, it's cold as hell." She muttered to Aaron before grabbing some sand from the bottom and using it to scrub the blood from her bared arms and face. It hurt, but it was better then the alternative. She did as thorough a job as she could until her fingers went numb, before grabbing her armor and boots and wading back to shore, where she grabbed a fresh handful of gravel and proceeded to scrub her clothing, sitting on the dry ground. Teliana had averted her eyes when Zach finally woke up; he said not a word as he stomped off towards his house. The Change always left him a little angry, whether it was because of the forced nudity, or his body reacting to the magic. When he came back, demanding to know why Vyle was there, she stood up, brushing off her dress. Vyle answered as he always did, matter of fact and emotionless. Well, maybe not as he always had. She hadn't known him long enough to really decide that, had she? "Zach, it's my fault he's here. I asked him to stay. To help me in case you got out of control." It didn't have to be said that Teliana wouldn't be helpful in front of a crazed Zach if she didn't have the wherewithal to kill him. "He's my friend." Tessa shook her head at Seth's praise, but she couldn't help smiling. "You, Seth, are a flatterer, and you won't get anything from me because of it." She did take his hand to step off the ladder, rearranging her clothing before smiling again. "Thank you." She stepped forward, leading the way down the sewer towards the wooden door. "I hate it down here. So dark. A little sunlight would do this place wonders." She resisted the urge to put her hand on the wall, knowing what disgusting things would stick to her skin. She had been down here with the doppler children more then once, playing in the darkness, away from watching eyes. Before they had the courage to go above. There was no guard at the wooden door, which was strange. Tessa opened it, wary. "Something's not right." She stepped in, looking up and down the street, before noticing the crowd. "Hey Seth, I'm going to go see what's going on." There was an uncomfortable prickle on her spine. Something was wrong. She pushed her way through the people, and stopped dead, her eyes going wide. "What..." the urge to vomit was too strong for her to resist, and she turned, falling to her knees in the nearest bushes as her body rebelled against the sights her eyes had just seen. Zack noticed the girl. Tessa, she had called herself. He set down the sheets he was carrying and hurried over to her, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright?" He felt like he should get Bryce, or something, but he didn't know where the man was. He had been so absorbed in his work, he hadn't noticed where the man had gone. "Where's the other guy?"
Canary jumped back as the wall in front of her cell exploded. She was not at all prepared for the sight she saw, that of the Ghost Rider, atop his mechanical wheeled device (she didn't think she felt comfortable calling it a bike). He said one word, and her body obeyed before her mind had time to comprehend. Her injured ribs screamed in protest, and her head throbbed as she dropped to the ground, just before something sliced through the cage with fire and heat. She waited a second more before looking up and uncovering her head. The weapon, the Ghost Rider's whip, was back at his side, and with no small amount of effort, Canary got back to her feet, this time keeping her arm wrapped around her ribs for support. "Thank you." She breathed out, wincing with the pain. "They'll have heard that noise." she further commented as she stepped out of the cage, going up to the table where Ranger's weapons had rested. Her baton lay there, in the two halves. She snapped them to her belt, grimacing as the movement aggravated whatever internal injuries she carried, before turning and stepping towards the mechanical wheeled device. "What's your plan?" she asked him, desperately hoping he had one.
Remy looked up at Alexis, the flipping of his cards momentarily halting. "Oh, hello again." he answered her, scooting over slightly. "There's room enough for all of us here to clear our minds before we head on up to our fate." Just going by the expression on her face and the physical features that had changed in the last few minutes, he could guess her mind was elsewhere. "It won't do any of us any good to be distracted. Tessa said none of these fights have been easy, and I don't know about you but I feel a little unprepared, not knowing what the enemy is. So let's all take some deep breaths, calm down, and then head on up and kick ass. Whaddya say?" He looked from Tessa, who nodded, to Alexis. "I need a few more minutes." Tessa murmured, lacing her fingers together. Remy shrugged, getting to his feet. "Don't mind if we go on, then?" After she shook her head, he offered his hand to Alexis. "Well then, I guess it's just you and me." Regardless of her answer, he would follow this action by walking up the stairs, after the strange cyber fellow. Time to get this wait over with. Tessa covered her head with her hands, pressing her face into her knees and taking deep breaths. Each fight was more difficult then the last, and they just kept going up and up and up. How much harder did it have to get before she went down? Before Alexis couldn't go on? Before the nice man, Remy, couldn't move another muscle? The panic threatened to overwhelm her, and for the first time in a very long time, Tessa felt very alone. She waited until Remy and Alexis were both gone, respectively, before wiping the tears from her eyes and lifting her chin. Taking one more breath, she got up, adjusted her leather gloves, and started towards the stairs, towards the next enemy. Kara clenched her hand, tears of pain beading in her eyes. She didn't care. She couldn't care less what she looked like. She was pissed off, and ready to kill something. Anything. The obvious choice would be one of the others she called her teammates, but glancing at the door ahead, she decided she would hold off. For now. It would be better to kill something she wouldn't get in trouble for. Like an enemy. Then she could kill the others. If she still felt like it. She felt the power welling up inside of her, ready to bring another to its death. Despite the pain, a smile crept onto her face. Because this was what she wanted to do. What she was meant to do. She stepped towards the enemy, ready for battle.
Tessa will spend one stat point on her gloves and one stat point on her martial arts skill. She will then buy the iron chest plate, iron bracers, iron boots and equip them, and one small red potion, if you please. I believe the total will come out to 1550.
Name: Veera Velen Title: The White Wolf Faction (Order of The Hammer, The Shards of Hope or neither): Order of the Hammer, because why not. Age: 25 Gender: Female Description: Yay Personality: Veera thrives on battle, and though she manages to keep her head, nothing thrills her more then the kill. She prefers to work in tandem with groups, though loneliness doesn't bother her. In her quiet time, she likes reading to increase her knowledge. Weapons: The two swords kind of pictured in the picture. Armour: What's in the picture, with matching pant armour. Abilities (passive and active): Active The Song of the Hunt: Veera focuses on her prey, ignoring all other distractions. Her agility is strengthened the more she wounds her victim. Cry Wolf: Veera distracts her prey by making them focus on her, taking the attention off her comrades. Full Moon: Veera takes on all the traits of a wolf, and becomes nearly unstoppable in the hunt for her prey. This mode can only be activated at night, and is deactivated after she depletes her energy, or is cut or pierced with silver. Sight: Veera enhances her eyesight for a few minutes in order to see better in the dark. Passive Alpha: Veera doesn't take kindly to orders from others, and prefers to lead rather than follow. Pawprints: Veera can run much more quickly then other humans. Tracked: Veera has an enhanced sense of hearing, and smell in order to find the ones she intends to hunt. Wintersong: Veera doesn't feel the cold as intensely as others, keeping her from slowing down even on the most frozen of nights. Strengths: Veera is quick with her blades, and has strong conviction in her beliefs. She is also very loyal, putting her at odds with her alpha self. Weaknesses: Veera fights between her alpha self and her loyalty, causing indecisiveness. She has no magical talent besides her abilities, and tends to be short of words, keeping her from making many friends. History: Veera was born in a middle class family, and was brought up to respect the wilderness. In her early years she would hunt with her father and brothers in the woods, honing her skills and living off the land. After she turned into an adult, she left home to make her own way, as was their clan's tradition. She found herself in the Order of the Hammer, and although she wants to return home one day, she feels a stronger desire to stay with the people whom she is slowly considering her new pack. Other: Plz.
Kala felt herself picked up suddenly, and gasped when the mechanical man started running. It was fast. She giggled, staring at the ground as it rushed past, forgetting to be bothered by the fact that someone had touched her, was touching her. "I've never gone anywhere so fast in my life!" When the mechanical man set her down, she danced and twirled for a moment to get rid of her exhilaration. "That was amazing!" So excited was she, that she almost didn't hear his question. "I'm Kala! And Kala is me!" She stopped twirling to look back at the mechanical man. "Do you not like people either?" She asked Timothy. After all, from his words it appeared that people enslaved him.
Bryce frowned slightly at Anthea's response. "You didn't come here of your own free will?" That seemed a little...odd. For all his faults, at least most of his actions had been his own choice. "I'm sure you'll be a great addition to the Society, but you should only do it if that's what you want." Bryce felt the inkling that others wanted to talk to Anthea and thank her for her kinds actions, so he stood back, and nodded to her. "I get the feeling that others want to speak to you. You seem to have gained some popularity, so I'll leave you alone. Thank you again." He set down the cup and strolled off in some random direction to do something until something else happened.
