Of Monsters and Men

Story​

The land is torn apart by rebellion. Monsters scour the earth in search of victims. The king is too weak to be able to effectively rule, and in his stead armies tear apart the countryside, burning villages and ruining lives. In the wake of all this conflict, two sides have risen up against each other. The dopplers, misunderstood and downtrodden, using the conflict to their advantage to try and elevate their status in the world, and the witchers, oppressors of monsters and saviors of mankind, trying to stop them.

Which side will you take? Whose fight will you support? In this world of monsters and men, there are no right or wrong choices. Welcome to the Witcher.

OOC Thread ​

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Veera knelt in the dirt, reaching down to take a small amount of earth from the tracks. She had been on the trail for the last two weeks, hunting her prey with the tenacity of a bloodhound. The signs here led her to believe she was less then a day behind, and as she stood, her yellow eyes scanning the trees, they narrowed. She didn't trust the peacefulness of the woods for a moment. True to her instincts, a pack of rabid dogs emerged from the trees, snarling and growling as they surrounded her. She shut her eyes as she reached for the steel sword that hung from her back, her black hair obscuring her face for a moment before she launched into her attack, catching the first attacker in the throat. Hot blood spattered across her face, but her expression didn't change.
Minutes later, she wiped her blade clean on the grass before kneeling next to the first body. Cutting open the dog's stomach, she discovered a human hand, and several still intact fingers. Shit. She might already be too late.
She cut what she could from the dog's body, storing the meat in her pack before searching the other bodies. After concluding that besides a few more cuts of stringy meat there was no loot, she set off into the forest, her pace a quick jog.

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Zack examined his face in the cracked mirror, brushing his hair to one side before exiting the small house. He stood on the doorstep for a moment before descending the steps and meshing with the marketplace crowd. He kept his head down and his hands shoved in his pockets as he quickly made his way to the usual stall. The merchant there, a friend, quickly looked around before shoving something into Zack's hands and turning away. Zack moved on, stowing the item in his pocket. It was only when he was safe in an abandoned alleyway, his only company a drunkard who was sleeping in his own piss.
He had been waiting on this item for a month. The silver dagger wasn't actually made of silver, but of tin. He carefully fastened it to his belt, a tiny bit of relief soothing the constant sea of anxiety in his stomach. It might not make a huge difference, and a witcher certainly would know real silver, but none of the common people, the ones he was around every day, would claim he was a doppler, or worst yet, turn him into the witchers. He might yet live another day, in the town of Oxenfurt.

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Teriana knelt in the grass, gently pulling the white flower's stem from the ground. She needed to find one patch, and then she would have enough for the potions she desired to make. As she rose, gently pressing a hand to her aching back, no one from a distance would have mistaken her for anything but a young farmer's wife. However, her simple clothing was nothing but a disguise, and her hair, while tangled, hid a solemn face with fiery, tenacious eyes. She made sure to place the handful of flowers gently in the basket on her arm before descending into the nearby cave. She needed mushrooms as well, and while she feared no monster the caves could breed, she knew that it would be far better to enter the darkness with the light of day behind her, then to try and find her way in the darkness.

 

Olivia's pov:



Olivia stood in a open field the meadow for sometime. She looked at the fields of flowers it was so peaceful so untouched. The creepy creatures of the dark and night did not touch this place yet, but how long would it be until that happened. She decided that it was time to move on. She pasted some woods and streams as she walked. The mountains were the hardest thing so far. She was making her way to Kaer Morhen it was somewhat famous for witcher training. She already did her training, but the chance to find other monster hunters presented them self she was going to take it. We was on the look out for and monster on her way to Kaer Morhen. Lucky the monsters did not have the misfortunate of meting her yet, otherwise they might be dead. She finally arrived at Kaer Morhen The city was huge, but nothing she did not see before in her travels. She guessed that she should go and try to meet some one so that was what she set out to do walking around town looking for anyone.

Ava's pov:



She been watching the cave for some time when a girl entered a cave. Oh no she thought. Well there was no stopping the girl now. As she watched the girl enter the cave she thought, why did I not have that sealed off? It was a dumb move on her part. Whatever if she could not keep the image of the person she had she would tear his reputation apart. She walked into a house grabbing the man's clothes she got from the village the man lived in. Who knows how long she had them for? She did not know her self. She put on the man's clothes, but that was not enough she had to look like him too. With that she changed her appearance to look just like the man. She looked in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect before heading out.
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Once out of her house which was hidden in the woods she headed to a near by town. Time to cause trouble she thought. She walked into the fist place she found. it was time to start.

Cave's pov:



The cave was dark for Teriana, but that might not stop her. She would soon find a blue sweeter, that who knows how long it has been there. If she decides to keep going she will find a larger area the light visible, but darker. Deeper on ( light still visible) she will come across a large ice stone with frost coving it. It may be hard to see through it, but the faint out line of a person appears to be inside. Just beyond that is a deep pool of water where the cave might continue on.

 

Yana Aegrum stood in a forest just outside of a cave near Kaer Morhen. She was with Anabelle, her loyal minion, who was also unconscious because she'd failed the last test that had happened about half an hour ago. The test had been fairly simple. It was extreme dodgeball, with Yana hurling fireball after fireball at Anabelle. Needless to say, the girl kind of sucked at it, as was indicated by the fact she was passed out on the ground like a little wuss. Yana tossed the water from the bucket of water she was holding at the girl, and then when the girl started stirring a little Yana threw the bucket itself at her. The bucket landed straight on the girl's stomach with a light thud. "You can't even dodge that? How are you going to stay alive if you can't even dodge a bucket?" the witch criticized.

She waited for Anabelle to get up, and she hated doing that, but once the girl was up she wasted no time in getting down to business. She held up her right hand and giggled a little bit as a dark fireball appeared in her hand. "Now I'm going to throw this teeny fireball at you, and you're going to block it with your statue thing that you can do. And if you can't do that then your clothes are going to catch on fire, then you'll be naked, and then I'm going to send you into town to buy more clothes all on your own, still completely naked. So you might want to stop them. Or don't, I don't care" the witch said with a sadistic grin before hurling the fireball straight at Anabelle.

Zach Strowl stood on the farm, doing very little at that point. He was feeding his chickens to make them fat and edible, but also to produce eggs that he'd be able to sell in town for money. Mainly for eggs, but a good meal was all the kid was after. He also wanted to rid himself of the curse of the moon, but after looking for years he'd been unable to find anything. With a yawn, Zach wandered over to the fencing and sat down next to it, his legs folded beneath him much as a dog would do. It was one of many bad habits he'd picked up after all the werewolf transformations, unfortunately. And were those fleas he could feel on his back? God damn fleas, he hated them with a passion. With a sigh, he crossed his arms and just sat there, waiting for thursday's dinner to finish eating their food so he could move on and go into town as he usually did every wednesday.


Callum Crux, Witcher of Kaer Morhen, sat in a corner of a bar, simply drinking his alcohol. He was up to his sixth glass, but he wasn't feeling it too much. He hated being a Witcher sometimes. Alcohol was a poison, but he needed it because there were memories and feelings inside of him that he needed to kill. Death surrounded him everywhere he went. When he was a young boy, he'd often been the survivor of horrific incidents, but the way things were now that he was a fully fledged Witcher....he was more often than not the cause of them. Taking another gulp of his drink, he sat down the glass and ignored the looks he was getting from the people in the bar. He was used to them looking at him with disgust, what did he care? They were only people, and people kind of sucked.​

 

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Veera rested by the fire, one arm propped up on her knee as the other held the stick of charred meat. She took a bite out of it anyway, letting the hot food settle in her stomach as she stared into the flames. Hunts like these made her miss the days when they would go in groups. The more skilled you became, the less that was necessary, but the company was always nice. The trees whispered in the wind around her, hiding and holding their secrets as one or two birds fluttered from the sky to find a branch to sleep. It was peaceful, misleadingly so. She finished her food with a mental sigh and changed her position to kneel on her knees, one hand resting on each leg, respectively. As she shut her eyes to meditate, she let her awareness spread, just in case one of those rabid dogs was still skulking around. She hated to be the only witcher in history to be killed by a damn dog.

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Zack was brave enough to venture beyond the city today. The guards peered at him but waved him on with a reminder that they wouldn't allow him passage back if he returned after dark. He sighed a breath of relief before strolling down the road, hands in his pockets and fake silver dagger at his hip. Though the chances of running to a Witcher increased in the wilds, he promised himself he wouldn't roam very far. On the outskirts of Oxenfurt lay a small tavern. The name had long been burned away by the pillaging soldiers, but the mead was still good and the food was hot. He stepped inside, the small change in his pocket jangling as he walked up to the counter and slapped down a few coins for an ale. Mead wasn't something he could afford today, but if luck looked down upon him, he might be able to by the end of the week.

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Teriana stepped carefully, the bottoms of her dress swishing as she walked deeper into the dark. She whispered a few words of spell casting and a small flame popped into her free hand, illuminating the cave. It did have sunlight creeping in, sure, but she liked to be careful. The spell, while simple, could serve as both illumination and a weapon. And the creatures in caves weren't to be taken lightly. Just as she thought this, a drowner leapt out of the pool at her. She held out her hand and smiled as the fireball flew from her hand into the creature's face. It stumbled back, before falling to the ground as she blasted it once more. She carried on, unafraid, before tripping on something. Glancing down, she noticed a blue sweater, moth eaten and torn with age. Odd.....She picked it up and cautiously went in further. The clusters of mushrooms she desired would be further in, shying away from any source of light.

Up ahead, something glimmered. A golem? She stepped up to it, and after ascertaining that it didn't move, gently placed a hand on the cold surface. It hummed of magic, making her skin tingle and her hair stand on end. Within the depths she could barely see the image of a person, and she bit her lip. This wasn't so powerful she couldn't break it, but did she want to? What if the person inside was there for a good reason?

Well, you only live once. She set her basket containing the plants and the sweater to the side, out of harms way before pressing both of her hands against the nearly glass like exterior of the ice cage. "Breathe once more." She whispered as the fire shot from her hands, melting the ice. She increased the power of the flames, breathing deeply and evenly to avoid taxing herself as the ice slowly wore away to reveal the shape of a person, a young man in fact. As more of his body was released, she had to be careful to avoid burning him in place of the ice.
Finally, he was free. She took a step back, the fire still glowing around her hands as she prepared for a possible attack. "Who are you?" She asked, her voice calm but cautious.

 

Raymond Mercator, outskirts of Oxenfurt

It had been a long and harrowing journey from his hometown in Aedirn, he was still recovering from the shock of losing everything, he didn't have much more than the clothes on his back, a uniform of a country that no longer existed, a single coin he hadn't exchanged so it may remind him of his homeland and a few crowns. His family was probably dead now. He had only gotten lucky by pretending to be dead but luck was only a perspective, he didn't feel lucky at all. He shifted his weight to his good leg and looked at the city in the distance. He doubted the black ones would leave it alone as well. No matter where he ran, he felt certain it would follow him. The world as he had come to know it was coming to an end. Or as that one street preacher put it Nigh is the time of the sword and axe. He looked around him, the looks on the faces of the people and saw they tried to mask their fear of the War making it here.

He walked out of the city gate, the city was no place for people like him, except to sell excess produce. He wandered down the dirt roads past the little wooden shacks,he had gotten instructions on how to get to his recently acquired land. He had somehow become a free man instead of a serf. He didn't really care for the technicalities of it all and it didn't even feel very different. Just that he wouldn't have to give a part of his produce to the lord, but Harvest was still a long time away and he was unsure how he would make it all work out until then. After a while of walking he finally arrived at his land, mainly grassland at the edge of the woods, it would need some work particularly in the housing department but he would make it work, he had to, he hadn't survived the battle only to die of starvation.

 

Ava's pov:



She was still In the body of the man. She was still wearing his clothes too. The town she went to earlier that day was a huge thing. A smile was across her face as she walked out of the town. What was next she asked herself. She could continue to tear the man's reputation apart. It been fun so far and really there was nothing from stopping her. She was out of the city now, and into the wilds. She walked for some time before she smelled fire. Where there was the small of fire, the fire its self was sure to be there. When there is fire there sure to be a person near by. She kept walking. She found herself in the woods. She spotted the fire now. A smile across her face. This was going to be fun. How easy was it going to be was another question. She stepped closer and closer to the fire. The was a woman there. She had practiced the art of sounding like a man so she should not be able to tell. Then She remembered something. She had something to do. She moved out before she was spotted by the girl making her way to her next project. This new town was some what unknown. The stories of this place was somewhat interesting. What a better way to take someone down then to destroy a town in a body of a man.

Olivia's pov:



Kaer Morhen was a bust. There was no famous for witcher training or none she could find. It was the biggest mistake ever. She was not sure what she went there in the first place. The closest town was Oxenfurt. It was a four day trip. She hoped that this was not going to be a waste of time. Earlier in the day she had got enough supplies to last her to she got to Oxenfurt. She let out a sigh and went on her way. She wondered what she would do for four days. She was sure something would come up like a creepy creature to fight. She knew how to fight them too so nothing was hard anymore.


William's pov:

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The ice melted covering him from head to toe in water. He fell to his knees letting out a gasp of air. His hair was white with spots of brown that was slowly turning white too. He let out a shiver shaking badly. His mages staff on the ground. The looked at the person who freed him, then to the staff he could not use magic even if he wanted to. Who was he was the question. When was he? His eyes covered in worry. "I donddot knoeoeow." He shrived. "Waititt willllliammm, yeaaaa thattttt isss ittt." He was so cold he could not speak. "Yearrrr" He asked simply. The fire in the girls hands. It was so inviting.

 

Walking along the dirt path that lead into White Orchid, Kruez was silently traveling on his own. He may have been a traveling alchemist, but that was mostly to make some extra money. Being a mage was great and all, but he preferred not to use it around others if he could help it. It was a simple matter of preference. Not that he ever needed to explain his reasons to anyone else though, so with that in mind he started to venture further into White Orchid.

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Yana was coughing a bit after the oxygen had been sucked out of her lungs. She had to admit, her young apprentice had an impressive spell there, and under most circumstances that would've probably caused Yana to actually show some sort of praise, but certainly not after she'd used the spell directly on Yana. Sure, Annabelle could've killed Yana with that spell and she supposed she had to be thankful for that, but there was one unforgivable thing that Annabelle had done.

She had cheated the game.

Yana skipped over to Annabelle, the usual giddy look on her face as she went over there. "That was interesting, very interesting, you sucked aaaaall the air out of the place" she said, before landing a vicious backhand on the girl's face, "and you completely cheated! I told you to use the statue thing not try to kill me! That's it, you're going to have to learn your lesson" the witch scolded. She was going to make good on her threat, even if it wasn't the fire that punished the apprentice. She grabbed the girl and simply ripped off the clothing, using the smallest of flames to weaken the fabric so that she could do that because shut up its possible. "We're going to do this one more time. Just one. If you do what I tell you, you can stay here, if you don't then you're going to go for walkies into town just like that to get me things" the young witch said, sinister grin on her face as she did so.​

 

Ava's pov:



That girl that was sitting by a fire gave her an idea. She had to do it anyways. There was gold in the mines. She wanted it all and the less people around the better. The town was some what small. She did not think anyone would notice a small unknown town that went missing. It was all going to be to easy. The town was set up to go out hours ago. She took a walk around the town a few times just to make sure people saw her face. The mans face. This was going to be a fire show. It really did not matter what she did though, soon the whole town would be dead all but one would survive. One she was sure the people in the town got a look at the man's face she was using to walked to the entrance of the town. She took out a lighter bent down and light the candle. The trail of fire spared fast. The screams of people in there home could be herd. A smile on she face she could not have timed this better. Everyone was in there home or near something that was on fire in a minute.
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She walked into the mine that was said to have gold. She went deep, but only found a few small pieces of the stuff. Well nothing ventured nothing gained. She walked out of the town with a somewhat disappointed look. She was able to get some gold, but enough was never enough.

Ethan's pov:



Ethan's six birthday was coming up in a few days. He was almost happy the thought of turning six thrilled him. Almost 3 years later he in a unknown town he thought he was able find pace. He smelled it first. Was it a dream? It was going to be a repeat of events again. The smell of fire filled his nose. No not again. He held on Fluffy tight as the building burned down around him. He could see other houses on fire. Everything would soon be gone. The farms, the trees everything would be gone. Sadness filled his eyes. He could feel the ground around him move, but he did not know what was going on. Soon all he could see was fire. Would he be lucky the second time? He was not sure. Then it happened a small whole opened up. He moved out if the burning house as the house fell apart behind him. It happened again. The people that took him in were now dead. He was able to make it out again. What was next for him? He found himself lost in the woods with nothing but, Fluffy and his backpack. He was afraid. He was so uncertain. He smelled of smoke and fire. His blond hair looked to be an ash color and his clothes were ripped and burned in various places.

 

There had been a presence. A man...and yet not a man. Veera's eyes opened and narrowed as the creature approached her. The witcher necklace at her throat pulsed, and she got to her feet just as the man decided to turn, and leave. Veera hesitated, her mind quickly flashing through her options. She could either chase the woman, who was a monster of some sort, or she could carry on with her prey.
Though Veera longed to hunt the victim in front of her, she knew her place was on the trail. The woman, or whatever she was, had not been a high vampire or a witch. Neither would have shied away from taking on a lone witcher. So that left a doppler. She knew what harm the dopplers could cause, but the harm her prey might do could cause more.
Nevertheless, she sent a last glare after the retreating back of the stranger in the dark, praying that he would find bad luck along the way that would help him out of this world.
Veera knelt down and extinguished her fire before hoisting her pack onto her back and continuing on the trail. Soon, very soon she would catch her quarry.


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Zack was working on getting good and drunk. He hadn't looked at any of his bar mates, and he didn't plan to as he downed mug after mug of liquor he most certainly shouldn't be spending money on. His state of mind slowly fading, his senses dulling, he was putting himself in danger, and he didn't even know it. Not yet, anyway. He signaled the barkeep for another before laying his head on the counter top, the room pleasantly spinning around him.



"William?" The poor boy looked half frozen to death, and while Ana lowered her hands, she didn't lower her guard. She knelt next to him, fishing in the basket for the sweater that she had found before handing it towards him, waiting for him to put it on before she began to rub his hands, trying to get his fingers warm. He should have suffered severe frostbite after being in a prison like that, but suprisingly he seemed to only be very very cold.

"My name is Teliana. The year is 258. It's the winter of 258, to be more correct." She frowned slightly before letting his hand drop and holding her palm upwards instead. A small flame consumed her skin, warming both her skin and the boy's. "How did this happen to you?" She asked, her eyes searching his face with concern and curiosity.

 

Ava's pov:



She felt her pockets from the gold that was just took from the mine. The Town was where she took it from was nowhere near her now. She was long gone now and in a unknown location. There would be no way anyone from the town she just burned down would be able to find her other otherwise. She had to find somewhere else that had gold, because the last place was nothing but rock and nothing of value. Gold was becoming increasingly harder to come by. Maybe she would have to start looking into other riches. Maybe copper or iron would do. There was always platinum, although that was hard to come by. She was lucky that the town she burned down everyone died or so she thought. Just like the last and the time before that and the time before that. There was nothing that would stop her in her quest to continue to get riches and money. Anyone one that did would thing she was a different person and when the tome came she would just choose another person.

Olivia's pov:



She continued to walk to Oxenfurt. Kaer Morhen was long gone by now. The field and mountains were everywhere she looked. There were some caves that she just pasted, but she keep on walking. She smelled fire, but keep on walking. Then in happened. A couple Rabid dogs came out of nowhere. One jumped at her, but she was able to move out of the way. She to took her steel sword jabbing it in the first Rabid dog, but there was still more.

William's pov:

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He Just looked at the girl when she handed him his sweater. He did not put it on yet. Her name was Teliana. 'The year is 258. It's the winter of 258, to be more correct.' What that could not be. "Are you sure that that be right." Then the fire came and he thought he was going to be sick. He would have to if he had anything to throw up. He was heaving. It was almost like the fire was death to the man. The thought of frost and cold was a welcoming thought. Then he saw the water and walked towards it and jumped in. The moment he touched the water it began to glow. He looked at Teliana 'How did this happen to you?' she asked. "I don't know I was attacked by someone with water magic. I used wind to protect myself and the next thing I know is that I am on my knees looking at you." The water was slowly giving back his manna.

Ethan's pov:



He stayed lost in the wood because I don't know what to do with him.

 

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Yana cocked her head to the side as she watched Annabelle screaming because of the flames. Part of her wanted to let the girl burn, but she did have some rather interesting powers. On top of that, she was an adequate meatshield and test dummy, so she was useful in that way too. "Fiiiiiine" she said, before commanding the flames to stop. She rolled her eyes as she looked at the girl before her. "You managed to stop the flames a little, so I suppose it wouldn't be fair to send you into town all naked and stuff. Still, you didn't do what you asked. What to do, what to do..." she questioned, sitting down on a rock to think. A moment later, the girl snapped her fingers and stood up. "I got it! You're looking a little sick, that's probably what is messing with your magic and making you suck. So, we'll get medicine. I know a great recipe for a potion, but there's one ingredient missing. There are these mushroom things, about this big" the witch said, holding up her hands to show how big it was. "They only grow in really dark areas, but there's a cave not too far from here so we can give that a try. Lets go!" Yana proclaimed, walking away. She wasn't asking Annabelle, and hopefully the girl knew her well enough to recognise that.


Callum was still drinking, and it was only just now beginning to have an effect. Well, it wasn't really changing anything about him, but he could feel it slowly kicking in. Damn Witchers and their near-immunity to alcohol. However, a man over at the bar didn't look as though he were handling his alcohol well. It wasn't exactly Callum's problem, and maybe he would actually get paid to sort it out if the man got violently drunk and then started something, but if that happened it brought a new problem with it; Callum would have to interact with more people. No, best to cut it there. He stood up and sighed, before stepping over and sitting next to the man. "I think you've had enough to drink" was all he said as he reached over and grabbed the glass away from Zack.​

 

Olivia's pov:



The first Rabid dog went down without to much effort. Her steel sword stained with blood. She could sense that there was more rabid dogs around. She could also sense something bigger and turned around ready to cut the thing. She nearly cut the man that was standing there. He was sloppy and in the way. At no time should someone ever get that close. Next time the man could end up dead. She could tell that this man was a witcher, not a very trained one at that. He was probably new. If he was that explained a lot. He had a lot to learn. The man steeled her kill, and she let out a sigh. Then the man said 'Run, I will cover your back. I would rather not kill all the dogs that might be in there for being hungry, but I can't let them hurt you. So get out of here and we will leave them be.' "Watch yourself" but she could tell it was going to be to late. She turned and took her sword pointing it up at the jumping rabid dog. The dog ended up impaling its self. She then dropped the dog down. Hunger or not the rabid dogs were better dead then alive where they could hurt someone. Letting any live would just bring shame to her town and family. The monster like this killed her whole town. She did not know what to say to this man, but running was such a bad idea. "Never turn your back on a monster and run." This man should know this it was rule number one when training to be a witcher. Most times when you do this you ended up hurt or worst dead. They would jump from behind you and bam you would be dead. Another two Rabid dogs came running it was starting to look like she was going to have to save this man's life. She let out a sigh and used Igni setting the two Rabid dogs on fire. Soon after the two Rabid dogs dropped dead. "I got this, go." The question that was brought up in her mind was why was the man here? She was going push the questions out of her mind until this was over and the man was gone. This man needed to move unless he wanted to die.

 

Veera was really close to Novigrad all along, despite whatever her creator might have said while either drunk or confused. As she walked through the city gates, head held tall, the guards didn't question her. How could they, with her yellow eyes catching the sunlight and the medallion glinting? She was called to higher authorities then they were, and she didn't answer to the laws of men unless it suited her.

Which it did, but that wasn't the point. She walked along the cobblestone streets of the massive, city, keeping her wits about her as she strolled, seemingly enjoying the sights of the biggest population gathering of men in the north.
A walk by the docks would suit her just fine, she decided, turning left and gracefully making her way down to the wharf. The creaking of ships and the smell of the salt water always calmed her. And it was as good a place as any to start looking.


Zack mumbled and tried to grab the glass back, unable to form a coherent sentence as he looked back at the man who had dared to severe his only connection with a painless past time. And froze. Yellow irises with cat pupils stared at him, rooting him to the spot. There was only one creature on heaven and earth that carried eyes like those. Witcher. Zack's senses were too dulled to act sensibly, but he at least carried enough that he didn't draw his dagger. Instead he stood stock still, frightened beyond words, certain that his time had come.

Teliana frowned, confused when William jumped into the water. After a moment, she understood, and extinguished the flame in her hands. "Ah, I apologize. I did not understand." She stood, brushing off her skirts and picking up her basket to let it rest on her hip, staring out at the water. "So...no idea, huh? That's strange." She hummed to herself, thinking as she gazed at the calm liquid. "Well, if you don't mind, I'll be on my way now. You look much better then you did before, and the way to the entrance of the cave is clear. No monsters or anything." Now that she thought about it, she wondered if the voices she thought she heard echoing against the walls were that of a passing villager, or of an explorer. She deeply hoped it was the former. William was likely still recovering from his ordeal, and she didn't want to deal with the drama of an overexcited adventurer challenging her to a fight or trying to assault her. Both ended in the smell of cooked meat and ruined clothing.

 

Darick's pov:

He could here dogs some distance away. They sounded dangerous he hoped who ever was near them would be ok. If he knew people were actually in trouble he would go in help. For now he decided to wait maybe he would get new students to teach soon. or maybe he would go on adventure him self.

Kara's pov:

Being sneaky had its ways. Although she taught people in the ways of the ninja. It wasn't fun. She wouldn't teach them everything. No way she would possibly make someone better then her. Maybe she would go out and change into someone for fun.

Evan's pov:

He walked around. He was nervous. Maybe the people he ran into wouldn't think the drastic weather chance was his fault. He didn't make it snow on that poor farmers land for weeks and ruin his crops. It was a random weather pattern. He thought of somehow hiding he had the ability to change weather. People always seemed to find out. As began to be getting nervous it started to get cloudy almost like magic. But he wasn't trying to make it cloudy or rain, perhaps this was normal weather for a change.

 

William's pov:



The first thing he did was put his sweeter on when Teliana seamed to be leaving. He stood in a way so the water was just above his knees. His wet white hair dropped water onto his sweeter. As he stood there he also picked up his mages staff. With that said and done could leave at any moment. 'Well, if you don't mind, I'll be on my way now. You look much better then you did before, and the way to the entrance of the cave is clear. No monsters or anything.' "Wait the person that attacked me could very well be watching the cave and attack us or you as soon as you leave. I think it would be better to find another way out of the cave then to just run out. Just think about it. I think it is the safer choice. While it dose not appear that there is a other way out. I think there is one." He was rather certain of this. It was better to find a other way out then to go out the way they came in. "If you want to go that way out I am not going to stop you." The water he was in was most helpful. He then filled up his water jug that he always had on him. Now he had water on the go. If he had to guess the time from when he was freed to now it would guess it has been around a hour more or less. "William Snow." He was finally getting to telling Teliana his full name. Well is was better now then never. "Well thank you for freeing me Teliana."

Ethan's pov:



The woods were a scary place. He heard a twig snap, held onto fluffy tight and let out a small scream. All he saw was bunny and let out a sigh off relief. As long as he had fluffy he would be safe. His birthday was tomorrow and it was turning out to be a fine one at that. He could hear the sound of dogs in the great distance. Maybe in was the fact that he was coved from head to toe in ash from the fire he escaped from that was keeping things away. He hoped that this was true, but he was not so sure. He continued to walk in the wood and was still very lost. Maybe if he kept moving he would find a way out he thought.