Sutoratosu

"I must take my leave now," Death said before anyone else could respond with their affirmative. His hands were griped on the reigns of his steed, his Crook nowhere to be seen now. The beast snorted and began trotting forward as it sensed it's master's intention to set off again. "There are still so many to guide this night... hopefully the Light that destroyed Cithalos hasn't burned too many of those lost. But I fear that to be an empty wish, false and sour... for if not even I could brave that sea when I tried before, then surely they were all swallowed and absorbed by it." He looked down at Leonidas as he passed, genuine anger on his strange face, despite how friendly he'd been with the man just moments before. "I hope you and the judges are pleased with this outcome, Leonidas..." he snarled quietly, so much so that the hero was the only who could even catch what he uttered. "You've gotten your chosen ones, but how many innocent people, men, women and even children, paid the price tonight in order to buy their presence in all this? How many of them were erased, wiped out of existence, with no hope of a second life in the afterworld?" "I'm sorry it had to be this way," Leon admitted, in a volume mimicking the Apparition's, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper "But there was no other route than the one we were already on. It was either delay breaking the spheres and save a few tens of thousand while letting millions more die and be erased on the spot, or do it now and sacrifice a few thousand to save many more as a result. Now tell me which clean up job you would've preferred?" Death said nothing in response. What could he say, honestly? That was actually a solid argument Leonidas had just presented. His steed kept trotting forward as he broke off their conversation, snorting puffs of black mist as it went. "A great many were sacrificed this night in order to bring you lot together," He said as he passed by Darius and the others, fixing them with his mesmerizing, conflicting gaze of silver and golden light. "See to it that their loss was not in vain. I will be following all of you far more closely than you could ever fathom..." Just as he trailed off, the wind rippled and blew some loose grains of sand through the area. The tempest grew even stronger as they watched, howling like a pack of savage Mountain Wolves and obscuring their view of wherever Lord Death had rode off to, all the while tearing at the cloths like grasping fingers and sending chills down their spines that caused the party members to each break out in a cold street, goosebumps raising on their arms. The scent of roses and posies wafted in on the breeze, so strong one would think they were standing in the middle of a wild meadow rather than a dessert city. Then as fast and sudden as it had come, the windstorm died down and the apparition was gone; Rider and Horse in all. The scent of wild flowers stayed in his wake though.

"I think it to be wisest if we headed for Sigeto," Maya said, speaking up and breaking the silence that fallen among her party mates aside from Karn. "As Lord Iain himself said just a moment ago; he holds the most political sway out of anyone assembled here. If there are any survivors still, then he could lend the particular mission's appearance some legitimacy that it might be missing if another group were to undertake it; A party headed by a pirate or a sorceress, no offense, m'lord and lady," she said, bowing her head a little to Asgall and Ailios both. "Likely wouldn't receive the same acknowledgement, again assuming there's anyone capable of fighting or any form of governance still left alive over there, as one led by a Nobleman of considerable standing, and one bearing envoy from the king, no less. The sight of an actual Emissary could be enough to rally some fighting hope in survivors, and hope can sometimes prove to be a powerful weapon..." She fully expected one of her companions to either speak up in support of the proposition or shoot it full of holes as she finished, passing a discrete glance at the three men she'd be traveling with aside from the Nobleman himself.

I've drafted up the personalities for everyone on Mareeks team and his reserves. here is the completed roster:

it just struck me as I was reading this post, but Caleb reminds me of Bob... what with being the medic of sorts and a tad bit naive and all. again, If I didn't know any better, I'd say we were all doing this on purpose or something XD

Geneva: has been booted out of her future slot in the Reserves for Mareek's team. the reason being that Swiss: can preform her out-of-combat duties just as well in terms of being a medic as well as the team's peace keeper. In Geneva's place however will be entering the following trooper: -Poppy, the Memory of the Fallen Reason for admittance over Geneva: Even stronger on a specially defensive front than her, and while doesn't have nearly as much stamina, has a decent offensive potential that can make it a Special tank in it's own right. Also would be able to make far better use of the RP's known move set format and limitations than Geneva ever would. Paired with Swiss...

Surge and co "Lieutenant?" Surge asked, looking up at the private. "I see no lieutenants here, private, and if you're referring to me, you're off by a great many ranks. As for whether we're going to pursue them..." he stood from Infantry's side, retrieving his mouse's capsule and withdrawing it as he stared out over the city, eyes fixed on the bridge in particular . "There'll be another confrontation, without a doubt, but it'll be on our own terms... we know who at least one of their commanders are and where they're camped; I spotted his sqaud running towards the bridge when I looked through the binos earlier, and theres more people hanging around there as well. If this were actual war though... I'd have gone there and torched each and every one of those motherfuckers myself, but since it's practice and we can't, or at least, aren't supposed to use lethal force, the options of what we can do in retribution are limited." He cracked a cocky, near arrogant looking smirk despite what he said, begining to chuckle ominously as Infantry's body began glowing a hot red as it charged it's internal heat chambers and flame sac, throwing it's head to the heavens and letting out a great torrent of hell fire that could rival a Napalm bomb for it's raw intensity as the fox swept it's head to and fro, furiously waving the flame as if it were a flag being brandished in declaration of war. The air burned and hissed around the group, the entire hill top taking on a bright fiery glow and the grass around the creature's feet beginning to singe from the heat pulsating off it's body. A guttural, primal war cry escaped it's mouth at the same time, filled with wrath like a lion. "But we're going to give them something to remember Spark Alpha by, don't you worry, private. The fuckers have marked themselves in my mind, and I don't forget my debts. For now though our priority is finding our two missing soldiers." Jory Corporal Robertson and Lionel arrived back at their Commander's position just in time to see his Hell Fox unleash a bout of flame and wave it about in the heavens with a guttural war cry echoed out from the beast...

Oh... well I was hoping things with Enya would end better than they did with Lizzie... though, for some reason, now I'm kinda thinking of Elaria as being like Mika. if Rose were to have to eventually put down Enya though... EDIT: Taylor as he currently is reminds me of Sergeant Abraham Ford... can't think of anyone who would be Doctor Mullet Eugine yet though Really though, this is all pretty amazing how it's just so happening to match up to those archtypes so well.

Ethic lowered his index finger as the tail, surely that of Quincy, slithered out of sight before he could use Death and fire off as Life bullet at it, grinding his teeth a bit as he drew back the power he'd been welling up in his wrist and palm. "The bastard's lucky he's so damn quick..." he said, the multicolored glow fading from his hand gradually. "I was about to fire off a whole damn silo of shots...sever his tail like his name was Despero." It was only then that he noticed Annie not far from them, ignoring the fact that Enya was still 'Broken' as the child continued spouting off nonsense in for what he could interpret was pure gibberish. He could see the look on her face, and given what he had just seen, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why she seemed so pissed. "Eh, Annie, if you're looking for him," Ethic called, holding his palm out in front of him and taking out his lighter as the multicolored essence that was his life force began to shine brightly there. All the while he was nodding his head towards where he had seen the blur of motion just moments earlier. "I think I saw him head this way!"

Name: Seyt Karthage Gender: Male Age: 47 Physical Appearance: Seyt is 5"9, possesing a strong and lithe build and a clear complexion with hair brown like tree bark with strands of gray beginning to peak through in some places. He possesses rather high cheek bones, with A scraggly and unkempt beard and mustache siting upon his chin and upper lip, looking as if they haven't been touched by either comb nor brush in years. His eyes are an unsettlingly deep shade of amber, with a mysterious scar running across the left one, long since healed but still faintly visible from up close. His hair is shoulder length and near as unmaintained as his beard is. His nose is Straight, and a bit large compared to the rest of his face. a long, jagged scar runs diagonally across his stomach up to his shoulder blade. Backstory: Place of birth and early life unknown. however, was a once powerful warrior who possessed impressive skill with a blade of any kind, Seyt is little more than a wanderer following his suffering a mortal wound and being left for dead in the middle of a wild grove while pursuing a man he once thought of as a dear friend, but had proven himself to be nothing more than a traitor. It was during his time hovering in and out of consciousness, bloodied and nearing his end, that instead of the reaper, an ancient looking man appeared before him, offering a way to escape the fate that was looming so heavily over the swordsman's head. Left with little other choice, Seyt did not hesitate to accept the offer, willing to hear the old Geomancer out. The bargain was simple one, Seyt would be healed by the elderly fellow, but in return he would cast aside his blade and the way of the warrior and take on the man's mantle and power as a Geomancer so that the druid may rest at last and leave this old and withered life behind. Though his heart burned with fury and contempt for the one who'd left him for dead like this, the desire to not have everything end so young burned even stronger, and Seyt's fear of death won out over his desire for vengeance... and on that day he laid his sword by his side and took up a staff and the knowledge of the grizzled old hermit instead. There was one other clause to the agreement the two made, however. The hermit had used his power and all that he had learned for selfish and oft times petty reasons when he was younger, and having grown old and withered, found himself unable to go about making amends for the past. And so with the staff and the knowledge, Seyt also inherited the old man's sins, made to wander the land using the abilities he'd been bestowed for better and more just purposes than the man who came before him... not due to a threat or curse or anything of the sort if he accepted and then didn't follow through... but simply because Seyt keeps his word. For twenty years now he's wandered, traveling from town to town, city to city, port to port, hamlet to hamlet. For twenty years he's born the task of atoning for his predecessors blatant and widespread misuse of the power he had, going from place to place and setting a few things right occasionally if he has the capabilities to, helping those who cross his path who need it. Without complaint he goes, silent about his workings, and simply focused on where his feet shall take him next, and what he shall do there... and not even bothering to spare the time to think of the lies and betrayal he suffered two decades before... Character Abilities: From his years as a Hermetic Wanderer Seyt has gained a great deal of knowledge about many places across both continents, and years of traveling almost exclusively by foot have left him in strong physical shape and given him impressive stamina and endurance. His most notable assets however are his vast knowledge of Nature and Natural Magick, both of which he inherited when he became a Geomancer in return for having his life saved, being well versed in herbs and botany as well as poisons, though he his knowledge of the former far more often than he does the latter. His Natural Magic is mostly oriented towards harnessing energy already present in the environment around him rather than conjuring up a new force, such as life force from plants or animals or the energy of a fire or of the earth. Though this manipulation using his magic allows him to put to quite a few versatile uses such halting a rivers current for a short while in order to cross or using fire as a weapon to incinerate assailants or the Earth as a shield, or harnessing the air to create winds and guide a ship, he focuses most on the harnessing of Life Force for the purpose of healing others, able to repair even mortal wounds and serious illness or envenoment if he is able to draw enough from his surroundings. Of course, his magic is near fully dependent on the surroundings for it's power, and as such Seyt himself is often limited to working with what's around him; No fire burning anywhere nearby? Can't use fire then. No water nearby? can't control or manipulate it then. Not standing on solid ground (ex, on a ship) then can't harness earth, etc. In addition, the amount of energy he needs to draw is directly proportionate with how big of a task or effect he wants to achieve. In addition, he must be within the rough viccinity of an element in order to manipulate or harness it, (EX. standing by the river bank or at most a couple meters away, or the standing by a brazier for fire, etc.) and for Earth he must have an actual connection to the ground in order to manipulate it (standing on Natural stone and other minerals count as being connected to the ground, but standing on man made ones like cobbled stone or bricks don't) Current Belongings: Geosyg: an ancient looking, blood red walking staff made out of warped wood which noticeably curves at the head like the bow of a boat almost. Has numerous names burned into it's length in a multitude of languages, presumably those of all who held the staff before him, some of which Seyt can manage to decipher but most he can't. Slightly boosts his magic when he's holding it, but he's become more than adapt overtime at using his nature magic both with and without the staff in his hands. Aside from Geosyg, in his possession is leather bound journal containing a log of his journeying, Quil and Ink a morter and pedestal, and a pair of iron shears for harvesting herbs, and a leather satchel which he uses to carry it all, as well as a worn travelers cloak coated in the dust of the road. Reasons for joining: Felt a moral obligation, believes that if he contributes to the fall of the Lunamancer, then his side of the bargain he struck years ago will finally be paid in full... though as to whether he would abandon this way of life or just continue afterwards are unknown. Additional: He prefers not to draw too much from one source when harnessing life force, instead making an effort to spread out the draw over multiple ones so as to not induce too much stress of the contributor. He can harness the life force of himself and other people as well, but refrains himself from doing the latter and never resorts to the former unless in a dire situation where there's no other source.

i edited the post to include more of what I think everyone is like at this point, so you probably didn't see it, But I'd peg Kenny with being like Carl during the Prison arc and immediately leading up to it, given he's gone kinda violent and what not with the transformation and all... and leading up to it for a while too. EDIT: you know what? Marcus is more like the Governor, and Quincy is like Gareth, that's better.

I'm starting to find it amazing how certain characters here are starting to really fall into certain roles like persona's from TWD... I mean, like I've said before, Ethic's starting to kinda adopt a role similiar to Rick's, trying to think up of solutions for the problems at hand and get the group back together and get them out alive, Mr. Taylor was kinda like Hershal before the time reversion IMO, and Marcus is kinda like the Governer/ Gareth of Terminus, especially when you consider how Taylor was "Captured" by him and now the two are in a situation where Marcus is threatening to kill him like the the governor did at the last battle for the prison... a guess Kenny is bit like Carl at the moment because he's picking fights and what not, Reil is like the cowardly priest they found not far from terminus, Rose/Annie both strike me as being like Carol, but just the different aspects of her... Phantom for some reason reminds me of Tyrone... the list could go own. It's kinda funny actually...

it is done! I have PM'd you my second Character sheet.

Ummm...Ok then. let me go think of something then and I'll submit it to you.

hmm... should I duel run here and make another healer to go with another party encase they don't turn up? because we literally only have, like, two... and one of those two can only heal himself if I understand his abilities correctly.

Random NPC whom chimchain has already said he's not going to bother controlling for the fight.

Kenshin "Like I said before, extract the computer drives and the Software memory banks first," Ester instructed simply. "Once their out of the Chasis I can help you make some enhancements and overclocks to them. Once that's done you'll have to construct a new body to house them with the appropriate apparatuses to efficiently take advantage of the upgrades made. And please, don't make me have to go constantly repeating myself." Big and Whit "yeah, whatever" the chef scoffed bitterly. "If you can... but you know about the things they have guarding the perimeter, you try to leave the camp boundaries, and you'll get your ass royally handed to you by one of those Talker ape things... you're free to try hunting still if you want though; I'll be here if you ever actually succeed..." Garen ((Feel free to guide yourself into the messhall. I've described how entry works already and everything.))

The two arrived just as Claude was making the opening act of the show, Java pointing out a set of empty seats towards the back of the area. This was already going to take long enough as it was, so he saw no point in allowing the two to waste even more time by walking around trying to find somewhere to sit. "Thanks, java," Mareek said, moving over to the back row with Lana. He stepped to the side and cleared the way for her to enter the row and sit down before he would, causing another round of Eye rolling from the Porygon as he watched. "Lady's first. They're not exactly the best seats, but at least they're better than no seats at all."

Hmm... alright, I'll use number 2 as his main theme then and toss number 1 back... though I might hang onto #3 as a possible situational theme for him... maybe.

Kenny "Hm?" The slim old man sitting behind the counter asked as he glanced up from the leather bound book he was examining as Ko'luki approached. His thinning hair and spectacles reflected the light of the candles stationed in various places all around the shop as he gave the man the quick once over. His leather vest and linen shirt coupled with his simple trousers gave him the air of a educated yet down to earth man, an air that was echoed by the decor of his vary store, with numerous alchemy supplies assembled on the rectangular table tops around the room, covered in simple beige table tops. The wares that lay atop them though were incredibly complex to the mind of a common folk, countless substances and tools and mechanical parts and pieces that would easily vex the unversed in what their purpose was. "I don't recall ever giving you the location of this shop..." The man said, returning his attention to the book, though Ko'Luki could see he had crossed one leg over other as he sat... revealing an ankle holster with a powerful looking Fusil stowed inside; gold inlaid and a rather long barrel for a one handed build... and a flintlock firing mechanism gracing the back end. "Who are you? how did you come across the information that led you here?" he gave a few shakes of his ankle and foot, sending Ko'Luki a subtle threat. "Or are you here on the behalf of someone else, sent to rob the place for whatever those whack jobs require for their dark studies?" Supernovae "Oh, no sir..." The boy said, shaking his head. "Thank you for the offer, but there's honestly not much that can be done at this point. The shipment was likely never even on the way to begin with..." he paused for a second, turning around and mumbling something for himself, seemingly struck by a certain idea. "hmmm, On second thought sir, perhaps there is something you could do to help... if you're willing." before Maximus could even respond the adolescent had reached into his pocket and produced a stone about the size of his palm, rather jagged and holding a deep violet hue. He placed it onto the counter, offering it to the warrior. "This is a piece of Evochium, a stone commonly found near Muinnat deposits," He then reached beneath the counter and retrieved a small cutting knife likely used for parchment and letter opening, placing it by the piece of Evochium, taking his hand away as the stone began to glow strongly. "The two have a rather special relationship, sir. As you can see, when it's near Muinnat, it begins to glow strongly," he put the knife away, the glow dying down immediately afterwards. "It's the nature of the Rock and the Metal that causes it; Muinnat vibrates at it's own magic frequency, allowing weapons or tools made from it to saw it's way through other materials like steel or wood easily. Evochium detects that vibration and begins to glow whenever it's near or in a place where Muinnat was recently present in. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like you to take this piece here and go investigate City's northern gate for me, see if the Stone starts to glow at all. If it stays dormant like it is now, then it'll be proof that the muinnat we had due to arrive in the last weapons order never made it into the city today, and that'll be enough to know for certain we've been cheated by our new supplier." another bout of angry muffled yelling came from the back room just as he finished the explanation."Machai, you lying piece of Cralish shit, I'll strangle you for this deception! take advantage of my trust, will you!?" "Ahem..." the boy coughed, hoping to steer attention away from his sire's outburst. "I would go do this myself, understand that I'm not trying to pawn off some chore on you out of laziness or anything. But if I were to leave, my father would go even more ballistic than he already is about what happened this evening..."

So, I'm thinking about using one of these three for Mareek's main theme, which do you all think is better suited? #1 #2 #3

Happy Birthday, Sensai. you've done a great job bringing some order to the RP forums and aiding their growth and organization into what it is

It's 25 for wild GAOs, but since this one isn't wild and was instead owned by an abusive handler, it's at level 29.