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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;BrightEyes52: /* Part II */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;This Document Is Under Construction&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ==&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
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This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
Archadia's promised retribution for its defeat in Yardrow came swiftly, with the might of its imperial army descending upon Fovoham and seizing vast stretches of territory, putting the Duke Barrington at an immediate disadvantage in his own Dukedom. What they could not seize, the demons were keen to burn to the ground - as they tried to do firstly with outlying Woodfaire. Through the efforts of Union, unaffiliated, and Church interlopers, their advance was slowed considerably (See: Woodfaire Burning, for instance), but these efforts alone would not be sufficient to stem the tide. Aid from Fovoham's neighbors was slow in the coming even now, with many still apprehensive about going to battle with House Solidor and its Order of Judges so soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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As war raged in Fovoham, Faruja dreamt of the demons he feared would soon swallow Ivalice whole. But though his greatest concerns were with the factions of men, particularly of the twin dragons of Archadia and Alexandria, deeper fears of even more sinister plots had begun to possess his thoughts like an itch that couldn't be scratched. He would soon find his fears all too real, as a mythical evil plucked from the very pages of the Zodiac Braves shambled its way into his very sanctuary... leaving a river of blood and sundered innocents in its wake. The fiend declared itself Hashmal the Bringer of Order, an undying abomination before God whose very existence precedes the birth of Ivalice itself. Despite its attempts to undermine Faruja's faith and his very psyche, and lay his allies low with its crushing strength, it was seemingly defeated... but at a steep cost.&lt;br /&gt;
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No sooner had they escaped the gaping maw of death itself, however, and they had already to begin making preparations to interfere with Archadia's advances in Fovoham. In the interim, between their preparations being made and the long and arduous journey to Fovoham, Faruja and his allies briefly stop to answer a search for a missing man. It's a search that begins on the snowy plains of the Felmarian Highlands, and ultimately ends with yet another battle in underground mines. This one with a fiend not unlike the fiend they'd fought at the Church's sanctuary days prior, apparently antagonizing... a Dragon. A lady Dragon, or so it would seem, and her unlikely lover-to-be - the once proud Templar knight known as Beowulf Cadmus.&lt;br /&gt;
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After rescuing Ser Cadmus and the scaly object of his affections, they make request for information on his doings and inadvertently learn more of the Church than they'd prefer to hear. Before he can give them the full breadth of his story, though, the changed object of his affections (thanks to a certain Lunar 'fox'...) flees from their presence causing Ser Cadmus to depart from them earlier than intended in pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Days later, Faruja and a now much familiar band of Union and unaffiliate allies enter into the accursed Yuguewood. Once haunted by the spirits of long fallen soldiers from an ancient and bloody war, her woods had (at least temporarily) recently been silenced as part of a civilian request by a band of mercenaries. Though unusually peaceful they were, the sight of a slaughter the allies happened upon quickly revealed all was not well. They had come in search of a supply wagon, and apparently they'd found it... or pieces of it anyroad. Their thorough search of the roads for the lost supplies and escorts eventually turned them up at a mausoleum guarded by a ferocious Marlboro. A mausoleum that was apparently also being desecrated by... Templarate. For the first time, it was revealed to Faruja that Lord Folmarv was not the 'man' he had thought him to be. A traitor to the Church and a fiend himself, Folmarv and a mysterious Templarate mage had come to awaken an ancient evil. Despite their best attempts to put an end to the traitor's designs, the allies failed and the fiends departed - leaving Faruja to question everything he knew about the organization to which he belonged...&lt;br /&gt;
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Erstwhile, Archadia had made progress toward defeating the Lord Barrington - forcing him and his men to take refuge in the last bastion of safety in the land: Riovanes. Their making much headway toward forcing a surrender finally made the royal family and the other regional Lords to act - each committing a share of soldiers and supplies to the task of assissting the Duke. Faruja and company request an audience with one of the most revered of these Lords, on behalf of the Church, in the hopes of gaining favorable aid - both to deal with Archadia as well as to protect his own people from the wrath of Alexandria. A wrath that, as of late, had driven them to near extinction. The man he sought... was the Silver Noble Lord Marquis Elmdore. As luck would have it, the legendary Generals of the East and West Lions too had much to discuss with the Marquis about war. There, with his allies, and amidst three of the greatest warriors of Ivalice still living... plans were hatched to deal with their enemies and extend sanctuary to Faruja's beleaguered people as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last of these were not plans Alexandria took kindly to. Sending the Red Rose and a contingent of its finest soldiers to Limberry, upon hearing rumors of Burmecian royalty sighted within its borders, Queen Brahne sought to destroy it for its interference. There the forces of Limberry in concert with Union and unaffiliated aid forces fought against the combined might of the Alexandrian Black Mages, Soldiers, and... the legendary General Beatrix: She Who Felled a Hundred Men. After a long, and difficult, battle Alexandria was driven back. But her fury now ignited would not be so easy to extinguish. The battle against Archadia, with the combined efforts of Ivalice's Lords working together, eventually sees the ouster of Archadia as well shortly after. And so, months would pass quietly after the enemies of Ivalice retreated to lick their wounds and reorganize. One could be forgiven for believing that, perhaps, the war might have been over...&lt;br /&gt;
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...but it had not yet even begun. Near simultaneously, Archadia prepares for an offshore attack on Zeltennia from the island of Nelveska even as Alexandria launches its own attack upon the city of Goug. While a group of Union and affiliate allies join forces with the Zeltennian army to stop Archadia's latest advance, Faruja and his allies deal roundly with the attack on Goug shortly after - rescuing engineer hostages from the clutches of Alexandria Black Mages, Goffard Gaffgarion, a Black Waltz, and... a naughty Confederate Shinki riding astride a Behemoth (Fuki). Unfortunately, Alexandria manages to steal away one engineer even so... spiriting them away to the distant farm town of Dali for purposes unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''To be continued. (Will add appropriate links/entries for notable people and stuff soon.)'''&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Factions&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
The Church is, as of now, one of the most powerful organizations in the region of Ivalice - and generally holds considerable sway even outside of Ivalice. Even so, there are powers which are even beyond the Church's ken (Archades). Its history spans more than a millennia of Ivalician existence, and its beginnings date back to the time of Pharism - and the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that a savior arose, roughly 1,200 years ago, a veritable saint whose first miracle occurred when - as a newborn babe - he stood up and declared his village well tainted and that all who would drink of it would die. Many, supposedly, who drank from the well did die of the Black Death shortly after - and so began the life of the savior Saint Ajora Glabados. He would become a man known for slaying the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Lucavi|Lucavi]]''' who threatened Ivalice alongside the legendary '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zodiac Braves|Zodiac Braves]]''' and also for toppling the Holy Ydoran Empire as well... inadvertently. It said that one of his disciples, a man called Germonique, was responsible for the act of treachery which resulted in Ajora being hanged by the Empire. The moment he died, Faram unleashed his unbridled wrath upon Mullonde - then capital of the Ydoran Empire - and sank it into the sea. What was left of Ajora's disciples went on to spread his teachings far and wide... and thus the Holy Church was born... &lt;br /&gt;
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Part of the reason the Church is so powerful, is because it retains a stranglehold on a considerable body of magical knowledge (including some most ancient) and martial techniques (the Holy Sword, etc). Another, more significant, reason is because the Church has the support of the majority of the peoples who participate in its faith and operate the organization itself. Being that the Church is one of the least discriminating organizations on the continent - it has a vast pool of potential from which to draw; also, a vast pool to contribute to its coffers. The Church is, in fact, so wealthy and politically and military formidable that even the King of Ivalice would reconsider attacking it directly. Lastly, the Church has more or less infiltrated every level of society and even woven its way into the fabric of every day life.  This is something which its leadership works very hard to maintain, to see that all future generations of men are swept up in the currents of its faith forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Feature Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
A hero of the Fifty Years War, and a famous Knight as well as a Cardinal working directly with the High Confessor. He oversees the Templarate - the High Commander of which is one Folmarv Tengille - as well as the administration of the region of Lionel and all of the territories within. He is known to be a charitable, good-hearted, man with a fierce warrior's spirit. At least, publicly.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
A charismatic, idealistic, Knight with a fervent passion for class equality and the demise of the aristocratic system, Wiegraf Folles is a man feared greatly by the upper echelons of Ivalician society for his talent at disrupting the status quo. He, and the group of soldiers he lead during the War known as the Dead Men, became the backbone of a movement to avenge the unfair treatment of the common man after the war's end. As formidable with a sword as he is with a pen, the man works without end to see that the nobility of Ivalice pay their dues in full. Yet, despite his being the de facto leader of a terrorist organization, he strives always to prevent the Corpse Brigade from devolving into a band of brigands and common criminals committing unnecessary atrocities in the name of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
Owner and operator of Baert Trading Company - which engages in far more than trading. This business runs all of Ivalice's mining operations for the Royal Family, and is responsible for other highly sensitive national work as well. It is also rumored to engage in everything from shipping of monsters, slave trade, movement of illegal substances, and organized crime amongst other things. Not much of this has been proven, as yet. Even so, the Lord Viscount was taken into Church custody and is presently being held not only for the attempted assassination of an Inquisitor but also for his role in an incident which left Goug's marketplace destroyed and its miners and citizenry terrorized.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
General of the Order of the Northern Sky and a celebrated hero of the Fifty Years War, Zalbaag Beoulve - despite his relative youth - is renowned for being one of the mightiest men in all of Ivalice. He hails from the family Beoulve, whose lineage has produced heroes and nobles nearly without peer for ages. He is a devout, serious, man whose uncompromising belief in the value of Law and Order has him on the front line of every major battle Ivalice has faced since the war - including personally devoting himself to stifling the rebellion that has recently arisen. His fervent passion for Law does not extend to legislation and politics, however; he leaves much of this to his elder brother Dycedarg Beoulve.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Original Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Glossary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
(Note Kings all mentioned below are named only on a first name basis, excepting Ondoria Atkascha. Ivalice, Romanda, and Ordallia's royal families are all related by blood, but it's unlikely they're all Atkascha.)&lt;br /&gt;
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A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington as well as the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:TPs]][[Category:MajorTP]][[Category:CurrentTP]]&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zodiac Braves ====&lt;br /&gt;
A group of Holy heroes whose legend dates back even to the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that, during times of great danger for Ivalice, they will reappear to save it from its impending doom as they always have. Each carries a magical stone, upon the face of which is inscribed one of the twelve signs of the Zodiac. It is also said that these holy stones can be used to summon them.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Lucavi ====&lt;br /&gt;
A band of legendary demons whose strength is said to be able to shake the foundations of the world. The Zodiac Braves vanquished them long ago, however, or so it is said. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Logs==&lt;br /&gt;
{{TP Logs}}&lt;br /&gt;
==Cutscenes==&lt;br /&gt;
{{TP Logs|Cutscenes}}&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>Of Stones and Sins</title>
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&lt;div&gt;== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;This Document Is Under Construction&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ==&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
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This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
Archadia's promised retribution for its defeat in Yardrow came swiftly, with the might of its imperial army descending upon Fovoham and seizing vast stretches of territory, putting the Duke Barrington at an immediate disadvantage in his own Dukedom. What they could not seize, the demons were keen to burn to the ground - as they tried to do firstly with outlying Woodfaire. Through the efforts of Union, unaffiliated, and Church interlopers, their advance was slowed considerably (See: Woodfaire Burning, for instance), but these efforts alone would not be sufficient to stem the tide. Aid from Fovoham's neighbors was slow in the coming even now, with many still apprehensive about going to battle with House Solidor and its Order of Judges so soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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As war raged in Fovoham, Faruja dreamt of the demons he feared would soon swallow Ivalice whole. But though his greatest concerns were with the factions of men, particularly of the twin dragons of Archadia and Alexandria, deeper fears of even more sinister plots had begun to possess his thoughts like an itch that couldn't be scratched. He would soon find his fears all too real, as a mythical evil plucked from the very pages of the Zodiac Braves shambled its way into his very sanctuary... leaving a river of blood and sundered innocents in its wake. The fiend declared itself Hashmal the Bringer of Order, an undying abomination before God whose very existence precedes the birth of Ivalice itself. Despite its attempts to undermine Faruja's faith and his very psyche, and lay his allies low with its crushing strength, it was seemingly defeated... but at a steep cost.&lt;br /&gt;
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No sooner had they escaped the gaping maw of death itself, however, and they had already to begin making preparations to interfere with Archadia's advances in Fovoham. In the interim, between their preparations being made and the long and arduous journey to Fovoham, Faruja and his allies briefly stop to answer a search for a missing man. It's a search that begins on the snowy plains of the Felmarian Highlands, and ultimately ends with yet another battle in underground mines. This one with a fiend not unlike the fiend they'd fought at the Church's sanctuary days prior, apparently antagonizing... a Dragon. A lady Dragon, or so it would seem, and her unlikely lover-to-be - the once proud Templar knight known as Beowulf Cadmus.&lt;br /&gt;
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After rescuing Ser Cadmus and the scaly object of his affections, they make request for information on his doings and inadvertently learn more of the Church than they'd prefer to hear. Before he can give them the full breadth of his story, though, the changed object of his affections (thanks to a certain Lunar 'fox'...) flees from their presence causing Ser Cadmus to depart from them earlier than intended in pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Days later, Faruja and a now much familiar band of Union and unaffiliate allies enter into the accursed Yuguewood. Once haunted by the spirits of long fallen soldiers from an ancient and bloody war, her woods had (at least temporarily) recently been silenced as part of a civilian request by a band of mercenaries. Though unusually peaceful they were, the sight of a slaughter the allies happened upon quickly revealed all was not well. They had come in search of a supply wagon, and apparently they'd found it... or pieces of it anyroad. Their thorough search of the roads for the lost supplies and escorts eventually turned them up at a mausoleum guarded by a ferocious Marlboro. A mausoleum that was apparently also being desecrated by... Templarate. For the first time, it was revealed to Faruja that Lord Folmarv was not the 'man' he had thought him to be. A traitor to the Church and a fiend himself, Folmarv and a mysterious Templarate mage had come to awaken an ancient evil. Despite their best attempts to put an end to the traitor's designs, the allies failed and the fiends departed - leaving Faruja to question everything he knew about the organization to which he belonged...&lt;br /&gt;
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Erstwhile, Archadia had made progress toward defeating the Lord Barrington - forcing him and his men to take refuge in the last bastion of safety in the land: Riovanes. Their making much headway toward forcing a surrender finally made the royal family and the other regional Lords to act - each committing a share of soldiers and supplies to the task of assissting the Duke. Faruja and company request an audience with one of the most revered of these Lords, on behalf of the Church, in the hopes of gaining favorable aid - both to deal with Archadia as well as to protect his own people from the wrath of Alexandria. A wrath that, as of late, had driven them to near extinction. The man he sought... was the Silver Noble Lord Marquis Elmdore. As luck would have it, the legendary Generals of the East and West Lions too had much to discuss with the Marquis about war. There, with his allies, and amidst three of the greatest warriors of Ivalice still living... plans were hatched to deal with their enemies and extend sanctuary to Faruja's beleaguered people as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last of these were not plans Alexandria took kindly to. Sending the Red Rose and a contingent of its finest soldiers to Limberry, upon hearing rumors of Burmecian royalty sighted within its borders, Queen Brahne sought to destroy it for its interference. There the forces of Limberry in concert with Union and unaffiliated aid forces fought against the combined might of the Alexandrian Black Mages, Soldiers, and... the legendary General Beatrix: She Who Felled a Hundred Men. After a long, and difficult, battle Alexandria was driven back. But her fury now ignited would not be so easy to extinguish. The battle against Archadia, with the combined efforts of Ivalice's Lords working together, eventually sees the ouster of Archadia as well shortly after. And so, months would pass quietly after the enemies of Ivalice retreated to lick their wounds and reorganize. One could be forgiven for believing that, perhaps, the war might have been over...&lt;br /&gt;
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...but it had not yet even begun. Near simultaneously, Archadia prepares for an offshore attack on Zeltennia from the island of Nelveska even as Archadia launches its own attack upon the city of Goug. While a group of Union and affiliate allies join forces with the Zeltennian army to stop Archadia's latest advance, Faruja and his allies deal roundly with the attack on Goug shortly after - rescuing engineer hostages from the clutches of Alexandria Black Mages, Goffard Gaffgarion, a Black Waltz, and... a naughty Confederate Shinki riding astride a Behemoth (Fuki). Unfortunately, Alexandria manages to steal away one engineer even so... spiriting them away to the distant farm town of Dali for purposes unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''To be continued. (Will add appropriate links/entries for notable people and stuff soon.)'''&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
The Church is, as of now, one of the most powerful organizations in the region of Ivalice - and generally holds considerable sway even outside of Ivalice. Even so, there are powers which are even beyond the Church's ken (Archades). Its history spans more than a millennia of Ivalician existence, and its beginnings date back to the time of Pharism - and the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that a savior arose, roughly 1,200 years ago, a veritable saint whose first miracle occurred when - as a newborn babe - he stood up and declared his village well tainted and that all who would drink of it would die. Many, supposedly, who drank from the well did die of the Black Death shortly after - and so began the life of the savior Saint Ajora Glabados. He would become a man known for slaying the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Lucavi|Lucavi]]''' who threatened Ivalice alongside the legendary '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zodiac Braves|Zodiac Braves]]''' and also for toppling the Holy Ydoran Empire as well... inadvertently. It said that one of his disciples, a man called Germonique, was responsible for the act of treachery which resulted in Ajora being hanged by the Empire. The moment he died, Faram unleashed his unbridled wrath upon Mullonde - then capital of the Ydoran Empire - and sank it into the sea. What was left of Ajora's disciples went on to spread his teachings far and wide... and thus the Holy Church was born... &lt;br /&gt;
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Part of the reason the Church is so powerful, is because it retains a stranglehold on a considerable body of magical knowledge (including some most ancient) and martial techniques (the Holy Sword, etc). Another, more significant, reason is because the Church has the support of the majority of the peoples who participate in its faith and operate the organization itself. Being that the Church is one of the least discriminating organizations on the continent - it has a vast pool of potential from which to draw; also, a vast pool to contribute to its coffers. The Church is, in fact, so wealthy and politically and military formidable that even the King of Ivalice would reconsider attacking it directly. Lastly, the Church has more or less infiltrated every level of society and even woven its way into the fabric of every day life.  This is something which its leadership works very hard to maintain, to see that all future generations of men are swept up in the currents of its faith forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Feature Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
A hero of the Fifty Years War, and a famous Knight as well as a Cardinal working directly with the High Confessor. He oversees the Templarate - the High Commander of which is one Folmarv Tengille - as well as the administration of the region of Lionel and all of the territories within. He is known to be a charitable, good-hearted, man with a fierce warrior's spirit. At least, publicly.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
A charismatic, idealistic, Knight with a fervent passion for class equality and the demise of the aristocratic system, Wiegraf Folles is a man feared greatly by the upper echelons of Ivalician society for his talent at disrupting the status quo. He, and the group of soldiers he lead during the War known as the Dead Men, became the backbone of a movement to avenge the unfair treatment of the common man after the war's end. As formidable with a sword as he is with a pen, the man works without end to see that the nobility of Ivalice pay their dues in full. Yet, despite his being the de facto leader of a terrorist organization, he strives always to prevent the Corpse Brigade from devolving into a band of brigands and common criminals committing unnecessary atrocities in the name of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
Owner and operator of Baert Trading Company - which engages in far more than trading. This business runs all of Ivalice's mining operations for the Royal Family, and is responsible for other highly sensitive national work as well. It is also rumored to engage in everything from shipping of monsters, slave trade, movement of illegal substances, and organized crime amongst other things. Not much of this has been proven, as yet. Even so, the Lord Viscount was taken into Church custody and is presently being held not only for the attempted assassination of an Inquisitor but also for his role in an incident which left Goug's marketplace destroyed and its miners and citizenry terrorized.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
General of the Order of the Northern Sky and a celebrated hero of the Fifty Years War, Zalbaag Beoulve - despite his relative youth - is renowned for being one of the mightiest men in all of Ivalice. He hails from the family Beoulve, whose lineage has produced heroes and nobles nearly without peer for ages. He is a devout, serious, man whose uncompromising belief in the value of Law and Order has him on the front line of every major battle Ivalice has faced since the war - including personally devoting himself to stifling the rebellion that has recently arisen. His fervent passion for Law does not extend to legislation and politics, however; he leaves much of this to his elder brother Dycedarg Beoulve.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Glossary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
(Note Kings all mentioned below are named only on a first name basis, excepting Ondoria Atkascha. Ivalice, Romanda, and Ordallia's royal families are all related by blood, but it's unlikely they're all Atkascha.)&lt;br /&gt;
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A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington as well as the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Zodiac Braves ====&lt;br /&gt;
A group of Holy heroes whose legend dates back even to the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that, during times of great danger for Ivalice, they will reappear to save it from its impending doom as they always have. Each carries a magical stone, upon the face of which is inscribed one of the twelve signs of the Zodiac. It is also said that these holy stones can be used to summon them.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Lucavi ====&lt;br /&gt;
A band of legendary demons whose strength is said to be able to shake the foundations of the world. The Zodiac Braves vanquished them long ago, however, or so it is said. &lt;br /&gt;
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=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
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This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
Archadia's promised retribution for its defeat in Yardrow came swiftly, with the might of its imperial army descending upon Fovoham and seizing vast stretches of territory, putting the Duke Barrington at an immediate disadvantage in his own Dukedom. What they could not seize, the demons were keen to burn to the ground - as they tried to do firstly with outlying Woodfaire. Through the efforts of Union, unaffiliated, and Church interlopers, their advance was slowed considerably (See: Woodfaire Burning, for instance), but these efforts alone would not be sufficient to stem the tide. Aid from Fovoham's neighbors was slow in the coming even now, with many still apprehensive about going to battle with House Solidor and its Order of Judges so soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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As war raged in Fovoham, Faruja dreamt of the demons he feared would soon swallow Ivalice whole. But though his greatest concerns were with the factions of men, particularly of the twin dragons of Archadia and Alexandria, deeper fears of even more sinister plots had begun to possess his thoughts like an itch that couldn't be scratched. He would soon find his fears all too real, as a mythical evil plucked from the very pages of the Zodiac Braves shambled its way into his very sanctuary... leaving a river of blood and sundered innocents in its wake. The fiend declared itself Hashmal the Bringer of Order, an undying abomination before God whose very existence precedes the birth of Ivalice itself. Despite its attempts to undermine Faruja's faith and his very psyche, and lay his allies low with its crushing strength, it was seemingly defeated... but at a steep cost.&lt;br /&gt;
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No sooner had they escaped the gaping maw of death itself, however, and they had already to begin making preparations to interfere with Archadia's advances in Fovoham. In the interim, between their preparations being made and the long and arduous journey to Fovoham, Faruja and his allies briefly stop to answer a search for a missing man. It's a search that begins on the snowy plains of the Felmarian Highlands, and ultimately ends with yet another battle in underground mines. This one with a fiend not unlike the fiend they'd fought at the Church's sanctuary days prior, apparently antagonizing... a Dragon. A lady Dragon, or so it would seem, and her unlikely lover-to-be - the once proud Templar knight known as Beowulf Cadmus.&lt;br /&gt;
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After rescuing Ser Cadmus and the scaly object of his affections, they make request for information on his doings and inadvertently learn more of the Church than they'd prefer to hear. Before he can give them the full breadth of his story, though, the changed object of his affections (thanks to a certain Lunar 'fox'...) flees from their presence causing Ser Cadmus to depart from them earlier than intended in pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Days later, Faruja and a now much familiar band of Union and unaffiliate allies enter into the accursed Yuguewood. Once haunted by the spirits of long fallen soldiers from an ancient and bloody war, her woods had (at least temporarily) recently been silenced as part of a civilian request by a band of mercenaries. Though unusually peaceful they were, the sight of a slaughter the allies happened upon quickly revealed all was not well. They had come in search of a supply wagon, and apparently they'd found it... or pieces of it anyroad. Their thorough search of the roads for the lost supplies and escorts eventually turned them up at a mausoleum guarded by a ferocious Marlboro. A mausoleum that was apparently also being desecrated by... Templarate. For the first time, it was revealed to Faruja that Lord Folmarv was not the 'man' he had thought him to be. A traitor to the Church and a fiend himself, Folmarv and a mysterious Templarate mage had come to awaken an ancient evil. Despite their best attempts to put an end to the traitor's designs, the allies failed and the fiends departed - leaving Faruja to question everything he knew about the organization to which he belonged...&lt;br /&gt;
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Erstwhile, Archadia had made progress toward defeating the Lord Barrington - forcing him and his men to take refuge in the last bastion of safety in the land: Riovanes. Their making much headway toward forcing a surrender finally made the royal family and the other regional Lords to act - each committing a share of soldiers and supplies to the task of assissting the Duke. Faruja and company request an audience with one of the most revered of these Lords, on behalf of the Church, in the hopes of gaining favorable aid - both to deal with Archadia as well as to protect his own people from the wrath of Alexandria. A wrath that, as of late, had driven them to near extinction. The man he sought... was the Silver Noble Lord Marquis Elmdore. As luck would have it, the legendary Generals of the East and West Lions too had much to discuss with the Marquis about war. There, with his allies, and amidst three of the greatest warriors of Ivalice still living... plans were hatched to deal with their enemies and extend sanctuary to Faruja's beleaguered people as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last of these were not plans Alexandria took kindly to. Sending the Red Rose and a contingent of its finest soldiers to Limberry, upon hearing rumors of Burmecian royalty sighted within its borders, Queen Brahne sought to destroy it for its interference. There the forces of Limberry in concert with Union and unaffiliated aid forces fought against the combined might of the Alexandrian Black Mages, Soldiers, and... the legendary General Beatrix: She Who Felled a Hundred Men. After a long, and difficult, battle Alexandria was driven back. But her fury now ignited would not be so easy to extinguish. The battle against Archadia, with the combined efforts of Ivalice's Lords working together, eventually sees the ouster of Archadia as well shortly after. And so, months would pass quietly after the enemies of Ivalice retreated to lick their wounds and reorganize. One could be forgiven for believing that, perhaps, the war might have been over...&lt;br /&gt;
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...but it had not yet even begun. Near simultaneously, Archadia prepares for an offshore attack on Zeltennia from the island of Nelveska even as Archadia launches its own attack upon the city of Goug. While a group of Union and affiliate allies join forces with the Zeltennian army to stop Archadia's latest advance, Faruja and his allies deal roundly with the attack on Goug shortly after - rescuing engineer hostages from the clutches of Alexandria Black Mages, Goffard Gaffgarion, a Black Waltz, and... a naughty Confederate Shinki riding astride a Behemoth (Fuki). Unfortunately, Alexandria manages to steal away one engineer even so... spiriting them away to the distant farm town of Dali for purposes unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''To be continued. (Faruja and/or Ultima (Old) player will add appropriate links/entries for notable people and stuff soon.)'''&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
The Church is, as of now, one of the most powerful organizations in the region of Ivalice - and generally holds considerable sway even outside of Ivalice. Even so, there are powers which are even beyond the Church's ken (Archades). Its history spans more than a millennia of Ivalician existence, and its beginnings date back to the time of Pharism - and the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that a savior arose, roughly 1,200 years ago, a veritable saint whose first miracle occurred when - as a newborn babe - he stood up and declared his village well tainted and that all who would drink of it would die. Many, supposedly, who drank from the well did die of the Black Death shortly after - and so began the life of the savior Saint Ajora Glabados. He would become a man known for slaying the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Lucavi|Lucavi]]''' who threatened Ivalice alongside the legendary '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zodiac Braves|Zodiac Braves]]''' and also for toppling the Holy Ydoran Empire as well... inadvertently. It said that one of his disciples, a man called Germonique, was responsible for the act of treachery which resulted in Ajora being hanged by the Empire. The moment he died, Faram unleashed his unbridled wrath upon Mullonde - then capital of the Ydoran Empire - and sank it into the sea. What was left of Ajora's disciples went on to spread his teachings far and wide... and thus the Holy Church was born... &lt;br /&gt;
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Part of the reason the Church is so powerful, is because it retains a stranglehold on a considerable body of magical knowledge (including some most ancient) and martial techniques (the Holy Sword, etc). Another, more significant, reason is because the Church has the support of the majority of the peoples who participate in its faith and operate the organization itself. Being that the Church is one of the least discriminating organizations on the continent - it has a vast pool of potential from which to draw; also, a vast pool to contribute to its coffers. The Church is, in fact, so wealthy and politically and military formidable that even the King of Ivalice would reconsider attacking it directly. Lastly, the Church has more or less infiltrated every level of society and even woven its way into the fabric of every day life.  This is something which its leadership works very hard to maintain, to see that all future generations of men are swept up in the currents of its faith forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Feature Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
A hero of the Fifty Years War, and a famous Knight as well as a Cardinal working directly with the High Confessor. He oversees the Templarate - the High Commander of which is one Folmarv Tengille - as well as the administration of the region of Lionel and all of the territories within. He is known to be a charitable, good-hearted, man with a fierce warrior's spirit. At least, publicly.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
A charismatic, idealistic, Knight with a fervent passion for class equality and the demise of the aristocratic system, Wiegraf Folles is a man feared greatly by the upper echelons of Ivalician society for his talent at disrupting the status quo. He, and the group of soldiers he lead during the War known as the Dead Men, became the backbone of a movement to avenge the unfair treatment of the common man after the war's end. As formidable with a sword as he is with a pen, the man works without end to see that the nobility of Ivalice pay their dues in full. Yet, despite his being the de facto leader of a terrorist organization, he strives always to prevent the Corpse Brigade from devolving into a band of brigands and common criminals committing unnecessary atrocities in the name of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
Owner and operator of Baert Trading Company - which engages in far more than trading. This business runs all of Ivalice's mining operations for the Royal Family, and is responsible for other highly sensitive national work as well. It is also rumored to engage in everything from shipping of monsters, slave trade, movement of illegal substances, and organized crime amongst other things. Not much of this has been proven, as yet. Even so, the Lord Viscount was taken into Church custody and is presently being held not only for the attempted assassination of an Inquisitor but also for his role in an incident which left Goug's marketplace destroyed and its miners and citizenry terrorized.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
General of the Order of the Northern Sky and a celebrated hero of the Fifty Years War, Zalbaag Beoulve - despite his relative youth - is renowned for being one of the mightiest men in all of Ivalice. He hails from the family Beoulve, whose lineage has produced heroes and nobles nearly without peer for ages. He is a devout, serious, man whose uncompromising belief in the value of Law and Order has him on the front line of every major battle Ivalice has faced since the war - including personally devoting himself to stifling the rebellion that has recently arisen. His fervent passion for Law does not extend to legislation and politics, however; he leaves much of this to his elder brother Dycedarg Beoulve.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Glossary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
(Note Kings all mentioned below are named only on a first name basis, excepting Ondoria Atkascha. Ivalice, Romanda, and Ordallia's royal families are all related by blood, but it's unlikely they're all Atkascha.)&lt;br /&gt;
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A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington as well as the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Zodiac Braves ====&lt;br /&gt;
A group of Holy heroes whose legend dates back even to the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that, during times of great danger for Ivalice, they will reappear to save it from its impending doom as they always have. Each carries a magical stone, upon the face of which is inscribed one of the twelve signs of the Zodiac. It is also said that these holy stones can be used to summon them.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Lucavi ====&lt;br /&gt;
A band of legendary demons whose strength is said to be able to shake the foundations of the world. The Zodiac Braves vanquished them long ago, however, or so it is said. &lt;br /&gt;
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=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
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This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
Archadia's promised retribution for its defeat in Yardrow came swiftly, with the might of its imperial army descending upon Fovoham and seizing vast stretches of territory, putting the Duke Barrington at an immediate disadvantage in his own Dukedom. What they could not seize, the demons were keen to burn to the ground - as they tried to do firstly with outlying Woodfaire. Through the efforts of Union, unaffiliated, and Church interlopers, their advance was slowed considerably (See: Woodfaire Burning, for instance), but these efforts alone would not be sufficient to stem the tide. Aid from Fovoham's neighbors was slow in the coming even now, with many still apprehensive about going to battle with House Solidor and its Order of Judges so soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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As war raged in Fovoham, Faruja dreamt of the demons he feared would soon swallow Ivalice whole. But though his greatest concerns were with the factions of men, particularly of the twin dragons of Archadia and Alexandria, deeper fears of even more sinister plots had begun to possess his thoughts like an itch that couldn't be scratched. He would soon find his fears all too real, as a mythical evil plucked from the very pages of the Zodiac Braves shambled its way into his very sanctuary... leaving a river of blood and sundered innocents in its wake. The fiend declared itself Hashmal the Bringer of Order, an undying abomination before God whose very existence precedes the birth of Ivalice itself. Despite its attempts to undermine Faruja's faith and his very psyche, and lay his allies low with its crushing strength, it was seemingly defeated... but at a steep cost.&lt;br /&gt;
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No sooner had they escaped the gaping maw of death itself, however, and they had already to begin making preparations to interfere with Archadia's advances in Fovoham. In the interim, between their preparations being made and the long and arduous journey to Fovoham, Faruja and his allies briefly stop to answer a search for a missing man. It's a search that begins on the snowy plains of the Felmarian Highlands, and ultimately ends with yet another battle in underground mines. This one with a fiend not unlike the fiend they'd fought at the Church's sanctuary days prior, apparently antagonizing... a Dragon. A lady Dragon, or so it would seem, and her unlikely lover-to-be - the once proud Templar knight known as Beowulf Cadmus.&lt;br /&gt;
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After rescuing Ser Cadmus and the scaly object of his affections, they make request for information on his doings and inadvertently learn more of the Church than they'd prefer to hear. Before he can give them the full breadth of his story, though, the changed object of his affections (thanks to a certain Lunar 'fox'...) flees from their presence causing Ser Cadmus to depart from them earlier than intended in pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Days later, Faruja and a now much familiar band of Union and unaffiliate allies enter into the accursed Yuguewood. Once haunted by the spirits of long fallen soldiers from an ancient and bloody war, her woods had (at least temporarily) recently been silenced as part of a civilian request by a band of mercenaries. Though unusually peaceful they were, the sight of a slaughter the allies happened upon quickly revealed all was not well. They had come in search of a supply wagon, and apparently they'd found it... or pieces of it anyroad. Their thorough search of the roads for the lost supplies and escorts eventually turned them up at a mausoleum guarded by a ferocious Marlboro. A mausoleum that was apparently also being desecrated by... Templarate. For the first time, it was revealed to Faruja that Lord Folmarv was not the 'man' he had thought him to be. A traitor to the Church and a fiend himself, Folmarv and a mysterious Templarate mage had come to awaken an ancient evil. Despite their best attempts to put an end to the traitor's designs, the allies failed and the fiends departed - leaving Faruja to question everything he knew about the organization to which he belonged...&lt;br /&gt;
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Erstwhile, Archadia had made progress toward defeating the Lord Barrington - forcing him and his men to take refuge in the last bastion of safety in the land: Riovanes. Their making much headway toward forcing a surrender finally made the royal family and the other regional Lords to act - each committing a share of soldiers and supplies to the task of assissting the Duke. Faruja and company request an audience with one of the most revered of these Lords, on behalf of the Church, in the hopes of gaining favorable aid - both to deal with Archadia as well as to protect his own people from the wrath of Alexandria. A wrath that, as of late, had driven them to near extinction. The man he sought... was the Silver Noble Lord Marquis Elmdore. As luck would have it, the legendary Generals of the East and West Lions too had much to discuss with the Marquis about war. There, with his allies, and amidst three of the greatest warriors of Ivalice still living... plans were hatched to deal with their enemies and extend sanctuary to Faruja's beleaguered people as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last of these were not plans Alexandria took kindly to. Sending the Red Rose and a contingent of its finest soldiers to Limberry, upon hearing rumors of Burmecian royalty sighted within its borders, Queen Brahne sought to destroy it for its interference. There the forces of Limberry in concert with Union and unaffiliated aid forces fought against the combined might of the Alexandrian Black Mages, Soldiers, and... the legendary General Beatrix: She Who Felled a Hundred Men. After a long, and difficult, battle Alexandria was driven back. But her fury now ignited would not be so easy to extinguish. The battle against Archadia, with the combined efforts of Ivalice's Lords working together, eventually sees the ouster of Archadia as well shortly after. And so, months would pass quietly after the enemies of Ivalice retreated to lick their wounds and reorganize. One could be forgiven for believing that, perhaps, the war might have been over...&lt;br /&gt;
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...but it had not yet even begun. Near simultaneously, Archadia prepares for an offshore attack on Zeltennia from the island of Nelveska even as Archadia launches its own attack upon the city of Goug. While a group of Union and affiliate allies join forces with the Zeltennian army to stop Archadia's latest advance, Faruja and his allies deal roundly with the attack on Goug shortly after - rescuing engineer hostages from the clutches of Alexandria Black Mages, Goffard Gaffgarion, a Black Waltz, and... a Confederate naughty Shinki riding astride a Behemoth (Fuki). Unfortunately, Alexandria manages to steal away one engineer even so... spiriting them away to the distant farm town of Dali for purposes unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''To be continued. (Faruja and/or Ultima (Old) player will add appropriate links/entries for notable people and stuff soon.)'''&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
The Church is, as of now, one of the most powerful organizations in the region of Ivalice - and generally holds considerable sway even outside of Ivalice. Even so, there are powers which are even beyond the Church's ken (Archades). Its history spans more than a millennia of Ivalician existence, and its beginnings date back to the time of Pharism - and the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that a savior arose, roughly 1,200 years ago, a veritable saint whose first miracle occurred when - as a newborn babe - he stood up and declared his village well tainted and that all who would drink of it would die. Many, supposedly, who drank from the well did die of the Black Death shortly after - and so began the life of the savior Saint Ajora Glabados. He would become a man known for slaying the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Lucavi|Lucavi]]''' who threatened Ivalice alongside the legendary '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zodiac Braves|Zodiac Braves]]''' and also for toppling the Holy Ydoran Empire as well... inadvertently. It said that one of his disciples, a man called Germonique, was responsible for the act of treachery which resulted in Ajora being hanged by the Empire. The moment he died, Faram unleashed his unbridled wrath upon Mullonde - then capital of the Ydoran Empire - and sank it into the sea. What was left of Ajora's disciples went on to spread his teachings far and wide... and thus the Holy Church was born... &lt;br /&gt;
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Part of the reason the Church is so powerful, is because it retains a stranglehold on a considerable body of magical knowledge (including some most ancient) and martial techniques (the Holy Sword, etc). Another, more significant, reason is because the Church has the support of the majority of the peoples who participate in its faith and operate the organization itself. Being that the Church is one of the least discriminating organizations on the continent - it has a vast pool of potential from which to draw; also, a vast pool to contribute to its coffers. The Church is, in fact, so wealthy and politically and military formidable that even the King of Ivalice would reconsider attacking it directly. Lastly, the Church has more or less infiltrated every level of society and even woven its way into the fabric of every day life.  This is something which its leadership works very hard to maintain, to see that all future generations of men are swept up in the currents of its faith forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Feature Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
A hero of the Fifty Years War, and a famous Knight as well as a Cardinal working directly with the High Confessor. He oversees the Templarate - the High Commander of which is one Folmarv Tengille - as well as the administration of the region of Lionel and all of the territories within. He is known to be a charitable, good-hearted, man with a fierce warrior's spirit. At least, publicly.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
A charismatic, idealistic, Knight with a fervent passion for class equality and the demise of the aristocratic system, Wiegraf Folles is a man feared greatly by the upper echelons of Ivalician society for his talent at disrupting the status quo. He, and the group of soldiers he lead during the War known as the Dead Men, became the backbone of a movement to avenge the unfair treatment of the common man after the war's end. As formidable with a sword as he is with a pen, the man works without end to see that the nobility of Ivalice pay their dues in full. Yet, despite his being the de facto leader of a terrorist organization, he strives always to prevent the Corpse Brigade from devolving into a band of brigands and common criminals committing unnecessary atrocities in the name of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
Owner and operator of Baert Trading Company - which engages in far more than trading. This business runs all of Ivalice's mining operations for the Royal Family, and is responsible for other highly sensitive national work as well. It is also rumored to engage in everything from shipping of monsters, slave trade, movement of illegal substances, and organized crime amongst other things. Not much of this has been proven, as yet. Even so, the Lord Viscount was taken into Church custody and is presently being held not only for the attempted assassination of an Inquisitor but also for his role in an incident which left Goug's marketplace destroyed and its miners and citizenry terrorized.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
General of the Order of the Northern Sky and a celebrated hero of the Fifty Years War, Zalbaag Beoulve - despite his relative youth - is renowned for being one of the mightiest men in all of Ivalice. He hails from the family Beoulve, whose lineage has produced heroes and nobles nearly without peer for ages. He is a devout, serious, man whose uncompromising belief in the value of Law and Order has him on the front line of every major battle Ivalice has faced since the war - including personally devoting himself to stifling the rebellion that has recently arisen. His fervent passion for Law does not extend to legislation and politics, however; he leaves much of this to his elder brother Dycedarg Beoulve.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
(Note Kings all mentioned below are named only on a first name basis, excepting Ondoria Atkascha. Ivalice, Romanda, and Ordallia's royal families are all related by blood, but it's unlikely they're all Atkascha.)&lt;br /&gt;
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A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington as well as the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Zodiac Braves ====&lt;br /&gt;
A group of Holy heroes whose legend dates back even to the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that, during times of great danger for Ivalice, they will reappear to save it from its impending doom as they always have. Each carries a magical stone, upon the face of which is inscribed one of the twelve signs of the Zodiac. It is also said that these holy stones can be used to summon them.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Lucavi ====&lt;br /&gt;
A band of legendary demons whose strength is said to be able to shake the foundations of the world. The Zodiac Braves vanquished them long ago, however, or so it is said. &lt;br /&gt;
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=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
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This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
Archadia's promised retribution for its defeat in Yardrow came swiftly, with the might of its imperial army descending upon Fovoham and seizing vast stretches of territory, putting the Duke Barrington at an immediate disadvantage in his own Dukedom. What they could not seize, the demons were keen to burn to the ground - as they tried to do firstly with outlying Woodfaire. Through the efforts of Union, unaffiliated, and Church interlopers, their advance was slowed considerably (See: Woodfaire Burning, for instance), but these efforts alone would not be sufficient to stem the tide. Aid from Fovoham's neighbors was slow in the coming even now, with many still apprehensive about going to battle with House Solidor and its Order of Judges so soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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As war raged in Fovoham, Faruja dreamt of the demons he feared would soon swallow Ivalice whole. But though his greatest concerns were with the factions of men, particularly of the twin dragons of Archadia and Alexandria, deeper fears of even more sinister plots had begun to possess his thoughts like an itch that couldn't be scratched. He would soon find his fears all too real, as a mythical evil plucked from the very pages of the Zodiac Braves shambled its way into his very sanctuary... leaving a river of blood and sundered innocents in its wake. The fiend declared itself Hashmal the Bringer of Order, an undying abomination before God whose very existence precedes the birth of Ivalice itself. Despite its attempts to undermine Faruja's faith and his very psyche, and lay his allies low with its crushing strength, it was seemingly defeated... but at a steep cost.&lt;br /&gt;
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No sooner had they escaped the gaping maw of death itself, however, and they had already to begin making preparations to interfere with Archadia's advances in Fovoham. In the interim, between their preparations being made and the long and arduous journey to Fovoham, Faruja and his allies briefly stop to answer a search for a missing man. It's a search that begins on the snowy plains of the Felmarian Highlands, and ultimately ends with yet another battle in underground mines. This one with a fiend not unlike the fiend they'd fought at the Church's sanctuary days prior, apparently antagonizing... a Dragon. A lady Dragon, or so it would seem, and her unlikely lover-to-be - the once proud Templar knight known as Beowulf Cadmus.&lt;br /&gt;
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After rescuing Ser Cadmus and the scaly object of his affections, they make request for information on his doings and inadvertently learn more of the Church than they'd prefer to hear. Before he can give them the full breadth of his story, though, the changed object of his affections (thanks to a certain Lunar 'fox'...) flees from their presence causing Ser Cadmus to depart from them earlier than intended in pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Days later, Faruja and a now much familiar band of Union and unaffiliate allies enter into the accursed Yuguewood. Once haunted by the spirits of long fallen soldiers from an ancient and bloody war, her woods had (at least temporarily) recently been silenced as part of a civilian request by a band of mercenaries. Though unusually peaceful they were, the sight of a slaughter the allies happened upon quickly revealed all was not well. They had come in search of a supply wagon, and apparently they'd found it... or pieces of it anyroad. Their thorough search of the roads for the lost supplies and escorts eventually turned them up at a mausoleum guarded by a ferocious Marlboro. A mausoleum that was apparently also being desecrated by... Templarate. For the first time, it was revealed to Faruja that Lord Folmarv was not the 'man' he had thought him to be. A traitor to the Church and a fiend himself, Folmarv and a mysterious Templarate mage had come to awaken an ancient evil. Despite their best attempts to put an end to the traitor's designs, the allies failed and the fiends departed - leaving Faruja to question everything he knew about the organization to which he belonged...&lt;br /&gt;
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Erstwhile, Archadia had made progress toward defeating the Lord Barrington - forcing him and his men to take refuge in the last bastion of safety in the land: Riovanes. Their making much headway toward forcing a surrender finally made the royal family and the other regional Lords to act - each committing a share of soldiers and supplies to the task of assissting the Duke. Faruja and company request an audience with one of the most revered of these Lords, on behalf of the Church, in the hopes of gaining favorable aid - both to deal with Archadia as well as to protect his own people from the wrath of Alexandria. A wrath that, as of late, had driven them to near extinction. The man he sought... was the Silver Noble Lord Marquis Elmdore. As luck who have it, the legendary Generals of the East and West Lions too had much to discuss with the Marquis about war. There, with his allies, and amidst three of the greatest warriors of Ivalice still living... plans were hatched to deal with their enemies and extend sanctuary to Faruja's beleaguered people as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last of these were not plans Alexandria took kindly to. Sending the Red Rose and a contingent of its finest soldiers to Limberry, upon hearing rumors of Burmecian royalty sighted within its borders, Queen Brahne sought to destroy it for its interference. There the forces of Limberry in concert with Union and unaffiliated aid forces fought against the combined might of the Alexandrian Black Mages, Soldiers, and... the legendary General Beatrix: She Who Felled a Hundred Men. After a long, and difficult, battle Alexandria was driven back. But her fury now ignited would not be so easy to extinguish. The battle against Archadia, with the combined efforts of Ivalice's Lords working together, eventually sees the ouster of Archadia as well shortly after. And so, months would pass quietly after the enemies of Ivalice retreated to lick their wounds and reorganize. One could be forgiven for believing that, perhaps, the war might have been over...&lt;br /&gt;
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...but it had not yet even begun. Near simultaneously, Archadia prepares for an offshore attack on Zeltennia from the island of Nelveska even as Archadia launches its own attack upon the city of Goug. While a group of Union and affiliate allies join forces with the Zeltennian army to stop Archadia's latest advance, Faruja and his allies deal roundly with the attack on Goug shortly after - rescuing engineer hostages from the clutches of Alexandria Black Mages, Goffard Gaffgarion, a Black Waltz, and... a Confederate naughty Shinki riding astride a Behemoth (Fuki). Unfortunately, Alexandria manages to steal away one engineer even so... spiriting them away to the distant farm town of Dali for purposes unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''To be continued. (Faruja and/or Ultima (Old) player will add appropriate links/entries for notable people and stuff soon.)'''&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
The Church is, as of now, one of the most powerful organizations in the region of Ivalice - and generally holds considerable sway even outside of Ivalice. Even so, there are powers which are even beyond the Church's ken (Archades). Its history spans more than a millennia of Ivalician existence, and its beginnings date back to the time of Pharism - and the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that a savior arose, roughly 1,200 years ago, a veritable saint whose first miracle occurred when - as a newborn babe - he stood up and declared his village well tainted and that all who would drink of it would die. Many, supposedly, who drank from the well did die of the Black Death shortly after - and so began the life of the savior Saint Ajora Glabados. He would become a man known for slaying the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Lucavi|Lucavi]]''' who threatened Ivalice alongside the legendary '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zodiac Braves|Zodiac Braves]]''' and also for toppling the Holy Ydoran Empire as well... inadvertently. It said that one of his disciples, a man called Germonique, was responsible for the act of treachery which resulted in Ajora being hanged by the Empire. The moment he died, Faram unleashed his unbridled wrath upon Mullonde - then capital of the Ydoran Empire - and sank it into the sea. What was left of Ajora's disciples went on to spread his teachings far and wide... and thus the Holy Church was born... &lt;br /&gt;
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Part of the reason the Church is so powerful, is because it retains a stranglehold on a considerable body of magical knowledge (including some most ancient) and martial techniques (the Holy Sword, etc). Another, more significant, reason is because the Church has the support of the majority of the peoples who participate in its faith and operate the organization itself. Being that the Church is one of the least discriminating organizations on the continent - it has a vast pool of potential from which to draw; also, a vast pool to contribute to its coffers. The Church is, in fact, so wealthy and politically and military formidable that even the King of Ivalice would reconsider attacking it directly. Lastly, the Church has more or less infiltrated every level of society and even woven its way into the fabric of every day life.  This is something which its leadership works very hard to maintain, to see that all future generations of men are swept up in the currents of its faith forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Feature Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
A hero of the Fifty Years War, and a famous Knight as well as a Cardinal working directly with the High Confessor. He oversees the Templarate - the High Commander of which is one Folmarv Tengille - as well as the administration of the region of Lionel and all of the territories within. He is known to be a charitable, good-hearted, man with a fierce warrior's spirit. At least, publicly.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
A charismatic, idealistic, Knight with a fervent passion for class equality and the demise of the aristocratic system, Wiegraf Folles is a man feared greatly by the upper echelons of Ivalician society for his talent at disrupting the status quo. He, and the group of soldiers he lead during the War known as the Dead Men, became the backbone of a movement to avenge the unfair treatment of the common man after the war's end. As formidable with a sword as he is with a pen, the man works without end to see that the nobility of Ivalice pay their dues in full. Yet, despite his being the de facto leader of a terrorist organization, he strives always to prevent the Corpse Brigade from devolving into a band of brigands and common criminals committing unnecessary atrocities in the name of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
Owner and operator of Baert Trading Company - which engages in far more than trading. This business runs all of Ivalice's mining operations for the Royal Family, and is responsible for other highly sensitive national work as well. It is also rumored to engage in everything from shipping of monsters, slave trade, movement of illegal substances, and organized crime amongst other things. Not much of this has been proven, as yet. Even so, the Lord Viscount was taken into Church custody and is presently being held not only for the attempted assassination of an Inquisitor but also for his role in an incident which left Goug's marketplace destroyed and its miners and citizenry terrorized.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
General of the Order of the Northern Sky and a celebrated hero of the Fifty Years War, Zalbaag Beoulve - despite his relative youth - is renowned for being one of the mightiest men in all of Ivalice. He hails from the family Beoulve, whose lineage has produced heroes and nobles nearly without peer for ages. He is a devout, serious, man whose uncompromising belief in the value of Law and Order has him on the front line of every major battle Ivalice has faced since the war - including personally devoting himself to stifling the rebellion that has recently arisen. His fervent passion for Law does not extend to legislation and politics, however; he leaves much of this to his elder brother Dycedarg Beoulve.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
(Note Kings all mentioned below are named only on a first name basis, excepting Ondoria Atkascha. Ivalice, Romanda, and Ordallia's royal families are all related by blood, but it's unlikely they're all Atkascha.)&lt;br /&gt;
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A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington as well as the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Zodiac Braves ====&lt;br /&gt;
A group of Holy heroes whose legend dates back even to the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that, during times of great danger for Ivalice, they will reappear to save it from its impending doom as they always have. Each carries a magical stone, upon the face of which is inscribed one of the twelve signs of the Zodiac. It is also said that these holy stones can be used to summon them.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Lucavi ====&lt;br /&gt;
A band of legendary demons whose strength is said to be able to shake the foundations of the world. The Zodiac Braves vanquished them long ago, however, or so it is said. &lt;br /&gt;
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=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
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This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
Archadia's promised retribution for its defeat in Yardrow came swiftly, with the might of its imperial army descending upon Fovoham and seizing vast stretches of territory, putting the Duke Barrington at an immediate disadvantage in his own Dukedom. What they could not seize, the demons were keen to burn to the ground - as they tried to do firstly with outlying Woodfaire. Through the efforts of Union, unaffiliated, and Church interlopers, their advance was slowed considerably (See: Woodfaire Burning, for instance), but these efforts alone would not be sufficient to stem the tide. Aid from Fovoham's neighbors was slow in the coming even now, with many still apprehensive about going to battle with House Solidor and its Order of Judges so soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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As war raged in Fovoham, Faruja dreamt of the demons he feared would soon swallow Ivalice whole. But though his greatest concerns were with the factions of men, particularly of the twin dragons of Archadia and Alexandria, deeper fears of even more sinister plots had begun to possess his thoughts like an itch that couldn't be scratched. He would soon find his fears all too real, as a mythical evil plucked from the very pages of the Zodiac Braves shambled its way into his very sanctuary... leaving a river of blood and sundered innocents in its wake. The fiend declared itself Hashmal the Bringer of Order, an undying abomination before God whose very existence precedes the birth of Ivalice itself. Despite its attempts to undermine Faruja's faith and his very psyche, and lay his allies low with its crushing strength, it was seemingly defeated... but at a steep cost.&lt;br /&gt;
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No sooner had they escaped the gaping maw of death itself, however, and they had already to begin making preparations to interfere with Archadia's advances in Fovoham. In the interim, between their preparations being made and the long and arduous journey to Fovoham, Faruja and his allies briefly stop to answer a search for a missing man. It's a search that begins on the snowy plains of the Felmarian Highlands, and ultimately ends with yet another battle in underground mines. This one with a fiend not unlike the fiend they'd fought at the Church's sanctuary days prior, apparently antagonizing... a Dragon. A lady Dragon, or so it would seem, and her unlikely lover-to-be - the once proud Templar knight known as Beowulf Cadmus.&lt;br /&gt;
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After rescuing Ser Cadmus and the scaly object of his affections, they make request for information on his doings and inadvertently learn more of the Church than they'd prefer to hear. Before he can give them the full breadth of his story, though, the changed object of affections (thanks to a certain Lunar 'fox'...) flees from their presence causing Ser Cadmus to depart from them earlier than intended in pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Days later, Faruja and a now much familiar band of Union and unaffiliate allies enter into the accursed Yuguewood. Once haunted by the spirits of long fallen soldiers from an ancient and bloody war, her woods had (at least temporarily) recently been silenced as part of a civilian request by a band of mercenaries. Though unusually peaceful they were, the sight of a slaughter the allies happened upon quickly revealed all was not well. They had come in search of a supply wagon, and apparently they'd found it... or pieces of it anyroad. Their thorough search of the roads for the lost supplies and escorts eventually turned them up at a mausoleum guarded by a ferocious Marlboro. A mausoleum that was apparently also being desecrated by... Templarate. For the first time, it was revealed to Faruja that Lord Folmarv was not the 'man' he had thought him to be. A traitor to the Church and a fiend himself, Folmarv and a mysterious Templarate mage had come to awaken an ancient evil. Despite their best attempts to put an end to the traitor's designs, the allies failed and the fiends departed - leaving Faruja to question everything he knew about the organization to which he belonged...&lt;br /&gt;
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Erstwhile, Archadia had made progress toward defeating the Lord Barrington - forcing him and his men to take refuge in the last bastion of safety in the land: Riovanes. Their making much headway toward forcing a surrender finally made the royal family and the other regional Lords to act - each committing a share of soldiers and supplies to the task of assissting the Duke. Faruja and company request an audience with one of the most revered of these Lords, on behalf of the Church, in the hopes of gaining favorable aid - both to deal with Archadia as well as to protect his own people from the wrath of Alexandria. A wrath that, as of late, had driven them to near extinction. The man he sought... was the Silver Noble Lord Marquis Elmdore. As luck who have it, the legendary Generals of the East and West Lions too had much to discuss with the Marquis about war. There, with his allies, and amidst three of the greatest warriors of Ivalice still living... plans were hatched to deal with their enemies and extend sanctuary to Faruja's beleaguered people as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last of these were not plans Alexandria took kindly to. Sending the Red Rose and a contingent of its finest soldiers to Limberry, upon hearing rumors of Burmecian royalty sighted within its borders, Queen Brahne sought to destroy it for its interference. There the forces of Limberry in concert with Union and unaffiliated aid forces fought against the combined might of the Alexandrian Black Mages, Soldiers, and... the legendary General Beatrix: She Who Felled a Hundred Men. After a long, and difficult, battle Alexandria was driven back. But her fury now ignited would not be so easy to extinguish. The battle against Archadia, with the combined efforts of Ivalice's Lords working together, eventually sees the ouster of Archadia as well shortly after. And so, months would pass quietly after the enemies of Ivalice retreated to lick their wounds and reorganize. One could be forgiven for believing that, perhaps, the war might have been over...&lt;br /&gt;
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...but it had not yet even begun. Near simultaneously, Archadia prepares for an offshore attack on Zeltennia from the island of Nelveska even as Archadia launches its own attack upon the city of Goug. While a group of Union and affiliate allies join forces with the Zeltennian army to stop Archadia's latest advance, Faruja and his allies deal roundly with the attack on Goug shortly after - rescuing engineer hostages from the clutches of Alexandria Black Mages, Goffard Gaffgarion, a Black Waltz, and... a Confederate naughty Shinki riding astride a Behemoth (Fuki). Unfortunately, Alexandria manages to steal away one engineer even so... spiriting them away to the distant farm town of Dali for purposes unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''To be continued. (Faruja and/or Ultima (Old) player will add appropriate links/entries for notable people and stuff soon.)'''&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
The Church is, as of now, one of the most powerful organizations in the region of Ivalice - and generally holds considerable sway even outside of Ivalice. Even so, there are powers which are even beyond the Church's ken (Archades). Its history spans more than a millennia of Ivalician existence, and its beginnings date back to the time of Pharism - and the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that a savior arose, roughly 1,200 years ago, a veritable saint whose first miracle occurred when - as a newborn babe - he stood up and declared his village well tainted and that all who would drink of it would die. Many, supposedly, who drank from the well did die of the Black Death shortly after - and so began the life of the savior Saint Ajora Glabados. He would become a man known for slaying the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Lucavi|Lucavi]]''' who threatened Ivalice alongside the legendary '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zodiac Braves|Zodiac Braves]]''' and also for toppling the Holy Ydoran Empire as well... inadvertently. It said that one of his disciples, a man called Germonique, was responsible for the act of treachery which resulted in Ajora being hanged by the Empire. The moment he died, Faram unleashed his unbridled wrath upon Mullonde - then capital of the Ydoran Empire - and sank it into the sea. What was left of Ajora's disciples went on to spread his teachings far and wide... and thus the Holy Church was born... &lt;br /&gt;
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Part of the reason the Church is so powerful, is because it retains a stranglehold on a considerable body of magical knowledge (including some most ancient) and martial techniques (the Holy Sword, etc). Another, more significant, reason is because the Church has the support of the majority of the peoples who participate in its faith and operate the organization itself. Being that the Church is one of the least discriminating organizations on the continent - it has a vast pool of potential from which to draw; also, a vast pool to contribute to its coffers. The Church is, in fact, so wealthy and politically and military formidable that even the King of Ivalice would reconsider attacking it directly. Lastly, the Church has more or less infiltrated every level of society and even woven its way into the fabric of every day life.  This is something which its leadership works very hard to maintain, to see that all future generations of men are swept up in the currents of its faith forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
A hero of the Fifty Years War, and a famous Knight as well as a Cardinal working directly with the High Confessor. He oversees the Templarate - the High Commander of which is one Folmarv Tengille - as well as the administration of the region of Lionel and all of the territories within. He is known to be a charitable, good-hearted, man with a fierce warrior's spirit. At least, publicly.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
A charismatic, idealistic, Knight with a fervent passion for class equality and the demise of the aristocratic system, Wiegraf Folles is a man feared greatly by the upper echelons of Ivalician society for his talent at disrupting the status quo. He, and the group of soldiers he lead during the War known as the Dead Men, became the backbone of a movement to avenge the unfair treatment of the common man after the war's end. As formidable with a sword as he is with a pen, the man works without end to see that the nobility of Ivalice pay their dues in full. Yet, despite his being the de facto leader of a terrorist organization, he strives always to prevent the Corpse Brigade from devolving into a band of brigands and common criminals committing unnecessary atrocities in the name of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
Owner and operator of Baert Trading Company - which engages in far more than trading. This business runs all of Ivalice's mining operations for the Royal Family, and is responsible for other highly sensitive national work as well. It is also rumored to engage in everything from shipping of monsters, slave trade, movement of illegal substances, and organized crime amongst other things. Not much of this has been proven, as yet. Even so, the Lord Viscount was taken into Church custody and is presently being held not only for the attempted assassination of an Inquisitor but also for his role in an incident which left Goug's marketplace destroyed and its miners and citizenry terrorized.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
General of the Order of the Northern Sky and a celebrated hero of the Fifty Years War, Zalbaag Beoulve - despite his relative youth - is renowned for being one of the mightiest men in all of Ivalice. He hails from the family Beoulve, whose lineage has produced heroes and nobles nearly without peer for ages. He is a devout, serious, man whose uncompromising belief in the value of Law and Order has him on the front line of every major battle Ivalice has faced since the war - including personally devoting himself to stifling the rebellion that has recently arisen. His fervent passion for Law does not extend to legislation and politics, however; he leaves much of this to his elder brother Dycedarg Beoulve.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
(Note Kings all mentioned below are named only on a first name basis, excepting Ondoria Atkascha. Ivalice, Romanda, and Ordallia's royal families are all related by blood, but it's unlikely they're all Atkascha.)&lt;br /&gt;
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A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington as well as the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Zodiac Braves ====&lt;br /&gt;
A group of Holy heroes whose legend dates back even to the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that, during times of great danger for Ivalice, they will reappear to save it from its impending doom as they always have. Each carries a magical stone, upon the face of which is inscribed one of the twelve signs of the Zodiac. It is also said that these holy stones can be used to summon them.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Lucavi ====&lt;br /&gt;
A band of legendary demons whose strength is said to be able to shake the foundations of the world. The Zodiac Braves vanquished them long ago, however, or so it is said. &lt;br /&gt;
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=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
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This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
Archadia's promised retribution for its defeat in Yardrow came swiftly, with the might of its imperial army descending upon Fovoham and seizing vast stretches of territory, putting the Duke Barrington at an immediate disadvantage in his own Dukedom. What they could not seize, the demons were keen to burn to the ground - as they tried to do firstly with outlying Woodfaire. Through the efforts of Union, unaffiliated, and Church interlopers, their advance was slowed considerably (See: Woodfaire Burning, for instance), but these efforts alone would not be sufficient to stem the tide. Aid from Fovoham's neighbors was slow in the coming even now, with many still apprehensive about going to battle with House Solidor and its Order of Judges so soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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As war raged in Fovoham, Faruja dreamt of the demons he feared would soon swallow Ivalice whole. But though his greatest concerns were with the factions of men, particularly of twin dragons of Archadia and Alexandria, deeper fears of even more sinister plots had begun to possess his thoughts like an itch that couldn't be scratched. He would soon find his fears all too real, as a mythical evil plucked from the very pages of the Zodiac Braves shambled its way into his very sanctuary... leaving a river of blood and sundered innocents in its wake. The fiend declared itself Hashmal the Bringer of Order, an undying abomination before God whose very existence precedes the birth of Ivalice itself. Despite its attempts to undermine Faruja's faith and his very psyche, and lay his allies low with its crushing strength, it was seemingly defeated... but at a steep cost.&lt;br /&gt;
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No sooner had they escaped the gaping maw of death itself, however, and they had already to begin making preparations to interfere with Archadia's advances in Fovoham. In the interim, between their preparations being made and the long and arduous journey to Fovoham, Faruja and his allies briefly stop to answer a search for a missing man. It's a search that begins on the snowy plains of the Felmarian Highlands, and ultimately ends with yet another battle in underground mines. This one with a fiend not unlike the fiend they'd fought at the Church's sanctuary days prior, apparently antagonizing... a Dragon. A lady Dragon, or so it would seem, and her unlikely lover-to-be - the once proud Templar knight known as Beowulf Cadmus.&lt;br /&gt;
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After rescuing Ser Cadmus and the scaly object of his affections, they make request for information on his doings and inadvertently learn more of the Church than they'd prefer to hear. Before he can give them the full breadth of his story, though, the changed object of affections (thanks to a certain Lunar 'fox'...) flees from their presence causing Ser Cadmus to depart from them earlier than intended in pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Days later, Faruja and a now much familiar band of Union and unaffiliate allies enter into the accursed Yuguewood. Once haunted by the spirits of long fallen soldiers from an ancient and bloody war, her woods had (at least temporarily) recently been silenced as part of a civilian request by a band of mercenaries. Though unusually peaceful they were, the sight of a slaughter the allies happened upon quickly revealed all was not well. They had come in search of a supply wagon, and apparently they'd found it... or pieces of it anyroad. Their thorough search of the roads for the lost supplies and escorts eventually turned them up at a mausoleum guarded by a ferocious Marlboro. A mausoleum that was apparently also being desecrated by... Templarate. For the first time, it was revealed to Faruja that Lord Folmarv was not the 'man' he had thought him to be. A traitor to the Church and a fiend himself, Folmarv and a mysterious Templarate mage had come to awaken an ancient evil. Despite their best attempts to put an end to the traitor's designs, the allies failed and the fiends departed - leaving Faruja to question everything he knew about the organization to which he belonged...&lt;br /&gt;
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Erstwhile, Archadia had made progress toward defeating the Lord Barrington - forcing him and his men to take refuge in the last bastion of safety in the land: Riovanes. Their making much headway toward forcing a surrender finally made the royal family and the other regional Lords to act - each committing a share of soldiers and supplies to the task of assissting the Duke. Faruja and company request an audience with one of the most revered of these Lords, on behalf of the Church, in the hopes of gaining favorable aid - both to deal with Archadia as well as to protect his own people from the wrath of Alexandria. A wrath that, as of late, had driven them to near extinction. The man he sought... was the Silver Noble Lord Marquis Elmdore. As luck who have it, the legendary Generals of the East and West Lions too had much to discuss with the Marquis about war. There, with his allies, and amidst three of the greatest warriors of Ivalice still living... plans were hatched to deal with their enemies and extend sanctuary to Faruja's beleaguered people as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last of these were not plans Alexandria took kindly to. Sending the Red Rose and a contingent of its finest soldiers to Limberry, upon hearing rumors of Burmecian royalty sighted within its borders, Queen Brahne sought to destroy it for its interference. There the forces of Limberry in concert with Union and unaffiliated aid forces fought against the combined might of the Alexandrian Black Mages, Soldiers, and... the legendary General Beatrix: She Who Felled a Hundred Men. After a long, and difficult, battle Alexandria was driven back. But her fury now ignited would not be so easy to extinguish. The battle against Archadia, with the combined efforts of Ivalice's Lords working together, eventually sees the ouster of Archadia as well shortly after. And so, months would pass quietly after the enemies of Ivalice retreated to lick their wounds and reorganize. One could be forgiven for believing that, perhaps, the war might have been over...&lt;br /&gt;
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...but it had not yet even begun. Near simultaneously, Archadia prepares for an offshore attack on Zeltennia from the island of Nelveska even as Archadia launches its own attack upon the city of Goug. While a group of Union and affiliate allies join forces with the Zeltennian army to stop Archadia's latest advance, Faruja and his allies deal roundly with the attack on Goug shortly after - rescuing engineer hostages from the clutches of Alexandria Black Mages, Goffard Gaffgarion, a Black Waltz, and... a Confederate naughty Shinki riding astride a Behemoth (Fuki). Unfortunately, Alexandria manages to steal away one engineer even so... spiriting them away to the distant farm town of Dali for purposes unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''To be continued. (Faruja and/or Ultima (Old) player will add appropriate links/entries for notable people and stuff soon.)'''&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
The Church is, as of now, one of the most powerful organizations in the region of Ivalice - and generally holds considerable sway even outside of Ivalice. Even so, there are powers which are even beyond the Church's ken (Archades). Its history spans more than a millennia of Ivalician existence, and its beginnings date back to the time of Pharism - and the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that a savior arose, roughly 1,200 years ago, a veritable saint whose first miracle occurred when - as a newborn babe - he stood up and declared his village well tainted and that all who would drink of it would die. Many, supposedly, who drank from the well did die of the Black Death shortly after - and so began the life of the savior Saint Ajora Glabados. He would become a man known for slaying the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Lucavi|Lucavi]]''' who threatened Ivalice alongside the legendary '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zodiac Braves|Zodiac Braves]]''' and also for toppling the Holy Ydoran Empire as well... inadvertently. It said that one of his disciples, a man called Germonique, was responsible for the act of treachery which resulted in Ajora being hanged by the Empire. The moment he died, Faram unleashed his unbridled wrath upon Mullonde - then capital of the Ydoran Empire - and sank it into the sea. What was left of Ajora's disciples went on to spread his teachings far and wide... and thus the Holy Church was born... &lt;br /&gt;
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Part of the reason the Church is so powerful, is because it retains a stranglehold on a considerable body of magical knowledge (including some most ancient) and martial techniques (the Holy Sword, etc). Another, more significant, reason is because the Church has the support of the majority of the peoples who participate in its faith and operate the organization itself. Being that the Church is one of the least discriminating organizations on the continent - it has a vast pool of potential from which to draw; also, a vast pool to contribute to its coffers. The Church is, in fact, so wealthy and politically and military formidable that even the King of Ivalice would reconsider attacking it directly. Lastly, the Church has more or less infiltrated every level of society and even woven its way into the fabric of every day life.  This is something which its leadership works very hard to maintain, to see that all future generations of men are swept up in the currents of its faith forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
A hero of the Fifty Years War, and a famous Knight as well as a Cardinal working directly with the High Confessor. He oversees the Templarate - the High Commander of which is one Folmarv Tengille - as well as the administration of the region of Lionel and all of the territories within. He is known to be a charitable, good-hearted, man with a fierce warrior's spirit. At least, publicly.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
A charismatic, idealistic, Knight with a fervent passion for class equality and the demise of the aristocratic system, Wiegraf Folles is a man feared greatly by the upper echelons of Ivalician society for his talent at disrupting the status quo. He, and the group of soldiers he lead during the War known as the Dead Men, became the backbone of a movement to avenge the unfair treatment of the common man after the war's end. As formidable with a sword as he is with a pen, the man works without end to see that the nobility of Ivalice pay their dues in full. Yet, despite his being the de facto leader of a terrorist organization, he strives always to prevent the Corpse Brigade from devolving into a band of brigands and common criminals committing unnecessary atrocities in the name of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
Owner and operator of Baert Trading Company - which engages in far more than trading. This business runs all of Ivalice's mining operations for the Royal Family, and is responsible for other highly sensitive national work as well. It is also rumored to engage in everything from shipping of monsters, slave trade, movement of illegal substances, and organized crime amongst other things. Not much of this has been proven, as yet. Even so, the Lord Viscount was taken into Church custody and is presently being held not only for the attempted assassination of an Inquisitor but also for his role in an incident which left Goug's marketplace destroyed and its miners and citizenry terrorized.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
General of the Order of the Northern Sky and a celebrated hero of the Fifty Years War, Zalbaag Beoulve - despite his relative youth - is renowned for being one of the mightiest men in all of Ivalice. He hails from the family Beoulve, whose lineage has produced heroes and nobles nearly without peer for ages. He is a devout, serious, man whose uncompromising belief in the value of Law and Order has him on the front line of every major battle Ivalice has faced since the war - including personally devoting himself to stifling the rebellion that has recently arisen. His fervent passion for Law does not extend to legislation and politics, however; he leaves much of this to his elder brother Dycedarg Beoulve.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
(Note Kings all mentioned below are named only on a first name basis, excepting Ondoria Atkascha. Ivalice, Romanda, and Ordallia's royal families are all related by blood, but it's unlikely they're all Atkascha.)&lt;br /&gt;
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A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington as well as the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Zodiac Braves ====&lt;br /&gt;
A group of Holy heroes whose legend dates back even to the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that, during times of great danger for Ivalice, they will reappear to save it from its impending doom as they always have. Each carries a magical stone, upon the face of which is inscribed one of the twelve signs of the Zodiac. It is also said that these holy stones can be used to summon them.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Lucavi ====&lt;br /&gt;
A band of legendary demons whose strength is said to be able to shake the foundations of the world. The Zodiac Braves vanquished them long ago, however, or so it is said. &lt;br /&gt;
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=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
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This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
Archadia's promised retribution for its defeat in Yardrow came swiftly, with the might of its imperial army descending upon Fovoham and seizing vast stretches of territory, putting the Duke Barrington at an immediate disadvantage in his own Dukedom. What they could not seize, the demons were keen to burn to the ground - as they tried to do firstly with outlying Woodfaire. Through the efforts of Union, unaffiliated, and Church interlopers, their advance was slowed considerably (See: Woodfaire Burning, for instance), but these efforts alone would not be sufficient to stem the tide. Aid from Fovoham's neighbors was slow in the coming even now, with many still apprehensive about going to battle with House Solidor and its Order of Judges so soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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As war raged in Fovoham, Faruja dreamt of the demons he feared would soon swallow Ivalice whole. But though his greatest concerns were with the factions of men, particularly of twin dragons of Archadia and Alexandria, deeper fears of even more sinister plots had begun to possess his thoughts like an itch that couldn't be scratched. He would soon find his fears all too real, as a mythical evil plucked from the very pages of the Zodiac Braves shambled its way into his very sanctuary... leaving a river of blood and sundered innocents in its wake. The fiend declared itself Hashmal the Bringer of Order, an undying abomination before God whose very existence precedes the birth of Ivalice itself. Despite its attempts to undermine Faruja's faith and his very psyche, and lay his allies low with its crushing strength, it was seemingly defeated... but at a steep cost.&lt;br /&gt;
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No sooner had they escaped the gaping maw of death itself, however, and they had already to begin making preparations to interfere with Archadia's advances in Fovoham. In the interim, between their preparations being made and the long and arduous journey to Fovoham, Faruja and his allies briefly stop to answer a search for a missing man. It's a search that begins on the snowy plains of the Felmarian Highlands, and ultimately ends with yet another battle in underground mines. This one with a fiend not unlike the fiend they'd fought at the Church's sanctuary days prior, apparently antagonizing... a Dragon. A lady Dragon, or so it would seem, and her unlikely lover-to-be - the once proud Templar knight known as Beowulf Cadmus.&lt;br /&gt;
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After rescuing Ser Cadmus and the scaly object of his affections, they make request for information on his doings and inadvertently learn more of the Church than they'd prefer to hear. Before he can give them the full breadth of his story, though, the changed object of affections (thanks to a certain Lunar 'fox'...) flees from their presence causing Ser Cadmus to depart from them earlier than intended in pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Days later, Faruja and a now much familiar band of Union and unaffiliate allies enter into the accursed Yuguewood. Once haunted by the spirits of long fallen soldiers from an ancient and bloody war, her woods had (at least temporarily) recently been silenced as part of a civilian request by a band of mercenaries. Though unusually peaceful they were, the sight of a slaughter the allies happened upon quickly revealed all was not well. They had come in search of a supply wagon, and apparently they'd found it... or pieces of it anyroad. Their thorough search of the roads for the lost supplies and escorts eventually turned them up at a mausoleum guarded by a ferocious Marlboro. A mausoleum that was apparently also being desecrated by... Templarate. For the first time, it was revealed to Faruja that Lord Folmarv was not the 'man' he had thought him to be. A traitor to the Church and a fiend himself, Folmarv and a mysterious Templarate mage had come to awaken an ancient evil. Despite their best attempts to put an end to the traitor's designs, the allies failed and the fiends departed - leaving Faruja to question everything he knew about the organization to which he belonged...&lt;br /&gt;
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Erstwhile, Archadia had made progress toward defeating the Lord Barrington - forcing him and his men to take refuge in the last bastion of safety in the land: Riovanes. Their making much headway toward forcing a surrender finally made the royal family and the other regional Lords to act - each committing a share of soldiers and supplies to the task of assissting the Duke. Faruja and company request an audience with one of the most revered of these Lords, on behalf of the Church, in the hopes of gaining favorable aid - both to deal with Archadia as well as to protect his own people from the wrath of Alexandria. A wrath that, as of late, had driven them to near extinction. The man he sought... was the Silver Noble Lord Marquis Elmdore. As luck who have it, the legendary Generals of the East and West Lions too had much to discuss with the Marquis about war. There, with his allies, and amidst three of the greatest warriors of Ivalice still living... plans were hatched to deal with their enemies and extend sanctuary to Faruja's beleaguered people as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last of these were not plans Alexandria took kindly to. Sending the Red Rose and a contingent of its finest soldiers to Limberry, upon hearing rumors of Burmecian royalty sighted within its borders, Queen Brahne sought to destroy it for its interference. There the forces of Limberry in concert with Union and unaffiliated aid forces fought against the combined might of the Alexandrian Black Mages, Soldiers, and... the legendary General Beatrix: She Who Felled a Hundred Men. After a long, and difficult, battle Alexandria was driven back. But her fury now ignited would not be so easy to extinguish. The battle against Archadia, with the combined efforts of Ivalice's Lords working together, eventually sees the ouster of Archadia as well shortly after. And so, months would pass quietly after the enemies of Ivalice retreated to lick their wounds and reorganize. One could be forgiven for believing tat, perhaps, the war might have been over...&lt;br /&gt;
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...but it had not yet even begun. Near simultaneously, Archadia prepares for an offshore attack on Zeltennia from the island of Nelveska even as Archadia launches its own attack upon the city of Goug. While a group of Union and affiliate allies join forces with the Zeltennian army to stop Archadia's latest advance, Faruja and his allies deal roundly with the attack on Goug shortly after - rescuing engineer hostages from the clutches of Alexandria Black Mages, Goffard Gaffgarion, a Black Waltz, and... a Confederate naughty Shinki riding astride a Behemoth (Fuki). Unfortunately, Alexandria manages to steal away one engineer even so... spiriting them away to the distant farm town of Dali for purposes unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''To be continued. (Faruja and/or Ultima (Old) player will add appropriate links/entries for notable people and stuff soon.)'''&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
The Church is, as of now, one of the most powerful organizations in the region of Ivalice - and generally holds considerable sway even outside of Ivalice. Even so, there are powers which are even beyond the Church's ken (Archades). Its history spans more than a millennia of Ivalician existence, and its beginnings date back to the time of Pharism - and the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that a savior arose, roughly 1,200 years ago, a veritable saint whose first miracle occurred when - as a newborn babe - he stood up and declared his village well tainted and that all who would drink of it would die. Many, supposedly, who drank from the well did die of the Black Death shortly after - and so began the life of the savior Saint Ajora Glabados. He would become a man known for slaying the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Lucavi|Lucavi]]''' who threatened Ivalice alongside the legendary '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zodiac Braves|Zodiac Braves]]''' and also for toppling the Holy Ydoran Empire as well... inadvertently. It said that one of his disciples, a man called Germonique, was responsible for the act of treachery which resulted in Ajora being hanged by the Empire. The moment he died, Faram unleashed his unbridled wrath upon Mullonde - then capital of the Ydoran Empire - and sank it into the sea. What was left of Ajora's disciples went on to spread his teachings far and wide... and thus the Holy Church was born... &lt;br /&gt;
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Part of the reason the Church is so powerful, is because it retains a stranglehold on a considerable body of magical knowledge (including some most ancient) and martial techniques (the Holy Sword, etc). Another, more significant, reason is because the Church has the support of the majority of the peoples who participate in its faith and operate the organization itself. Being that the Church is one of the least discriminating organizations on the continent - it has a vast pool of potential from which to draw; also, a vast pool to contribute to its coffers. The Church is, in fact, so wealthy and politically and military formidable that even the King of Ivalice would reconsider attacking it directly. Lastly, the Church has more or less infiltrated every level of society and even woven its way into the fabric of every day life.  This is something which its leadership works very hard to maintain, to see that all future generations of men are swept up in the currents of its faith forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
A hero of the Fifty Years War, and a famous Knight as well as a Cardinal working directly with the High Confessor. He oversees the Templarate - the High Commander of which is one Folmarv Tengille - as well as the administration of the region of Lionel and all of the territories within. He is known to be a charitable, good-hearted, man with a fierce warrior's spirit. At least, publicly.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
A charismatic, idealistic, Knight with a fervent passion for class equality and the demise of the aristocratic system, Wiegraf Folles is a man feared greatly by the upper echelons of Ivalician society for his talent at disrupting the status quo. He, and the group of soldiers he lead during the War known as the Dead Men, became the backbone of a movement to avenge the unfair treatment of the common man after the war's end. As formidable with a sword as he is with a pen, the man works without end to see that the nobility of Ivalice pay their dues in full. Yet, despite his being the de facto leader of a terrorist organization, he strives always to prevent the Corpse Brigade from devolving into a band of brigands and common criminals committing unnecessary atrocities in the name of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
Owner and operator of Baert Trading Company - which engages in far more than trading. This business runs all of Ivalice's mining operations for the Royal Family, and is responsible for other highly sensitive national work as well. It is also rumored to engage in everything from shipping of monsters, slave trade, movement of illegal substances, and organized crime amongst other things. Not much of this has been proven, as yet. Even so, the Lord Viscount was taken into Church custody and is presently being held not only for the attempted assassination of an Inquisitor but also for his role in an incident which left Goug's marketplace destroyed and its miners and citizenry terrorized.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
General of the Order of the Northern Sky and a celebrated hero of the Fifty Years War, Zalbaag Beoulve - despite his relative youth - is renowned for being one of the mightiest men in all of Ivalice. He hails from the family Beoulve, whose lineage has produced heroes and nobles nearly without peer for ages. He is a devout, serious, man whose uncompromising belief in the value of Law and Order has him on the front line of every major battle Ivalice has faced since the war - including personally devoting himself to stifling the rebellion that has recently arisen. His fervent passion for Law does not extend to legislation and politics, however; he leaves much of this to his elder brother Dycedarg Beoulve.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
(Note Kings all mentioned below are named only on a first name basis, excepting Ondoria Atkascha. Ivalice, Romanda, and Ordallia's royal families are all related by blood, but it's unlikely they're all Atkascha.)&lt;br /&gt;
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A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington as well as the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Zodiac Braves ====&lt;br /&gt;
A group of Holy heroes whose legend dates back even to the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that, during times of great danger for Ivalice, they will reappear to save it from its impending doom as they always have. Each carries a magical stone, upon the face of which is inscribed one of the twelve signs of the Zodiac. It is also said that these holy stones can be used to summon them.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Lucavi ====&lt;br /&gt;
A band of legendary demons whose strength is said to be able to shake the foundations of the world. The Zodiac Braves vanquished them long ago, however, or so it is said. &lt;br /&gt;
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=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
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This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
'''Has occurred, Ultima is editing this.'''&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Factions&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
The Church is, as of now, one of the most powerful organizations in the region of Ivalice - and generally holds considerable sway even outside of Ivalice. Even so, there are powers which are even beyond the Church's ken (Archades). Its history spans more than a millennia of Ivalician existence, and its beginnings date back to the time of Pharism - and the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that a savior arose, roughly 1,200 years ago, a veritable saint whose first miracle occurred when - as a newborn babe - he stood up and declared his village well tainted and that all who would drink of it would die. Many, supposedly, who drank from the well did die of the Black Death shortly after - and so began the life of the savior Saint Ajora Glabados. He would become a man known for slaying the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Lucavi|Lucavi]]''' who threatened Ivalice alongside the legendary '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zodiac Braves|Zodiac Braves]]''' and also for toppling the Holy Ydoran Empire as well... inadvertently. It said that one of his disciples, a man called Germonique, was responsible for the act of treachery which resulted in Ajora being hanged by the Empire. The moment he died, Faram unleashed his unbridled wrath upon Mullonde - then capital of the Ydoran Empire - and sank it into the sea. What was left of Ajora's disciples went on to spread his teachings far and wide... and thus the Holy Church was born... &lt;br /&gt;
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Part of the reason the Church is so powerful, is because it retains a stranglehold on a considerable body of magical knowledge (including some most ancient) and martial techniques (the Holy Sword, etc). Another, more significant, reason is because the Church has the support of the majority of the peoples who participate in its faith and operate the organization itself. Being that the Church is one of the least discriminating organizations on the continent - it has a vast pool of potential from which to draw; also, a vast pool to contribute to its coffers. The Church is, in fact, so wealthy and politically and military formidable that even the King of Ivalice would reconsider attacking it directly. Lastly, the Church has more or less infiltrated every level of society and even woven its way into the fabric of every day life.  This is something which its leadership works very hard to maintain, to see that all future generations of men are swept up in the currents of its faith forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Feature Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
A hero of the Fifty Years War, and a famous Knight as well as a Cardinal working directly with the High Confessor. He oversees the Templarate - the High Commander of which is one Folmarv Tengille - as well as the administration of the region of Lionel and all of the territories within. He is known to be a charitable, good-hearted, man with a fierce warrior's spirit. At least, publicly.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
A charismatic, idealistic, Knight with a fervent passion for class equality and the demise of the aristocratic system, Wiegraf Folles is a man feared greatly by the upper echelons of Ivalician society for his talent at disrupting the status quo. He, and the group of soldiers he lead during the War known as the Dead Men, became the backbone of a movement to avenge the unfair treatment of the common man after the war's end. As formidable with a sword as he is with a pen, the man works without end to see that the nobility of Ivalice pay their dues in full. Yet, despite his being the de facto leader of a terrorist organization, he strives always to prevent the Corpse Brigade from devolving into a band of brigands and common criminals committing unnecessary atrocities in the name of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
Owner and operator of Baert Trading Company - which engages in far more than trading. This business runs all of Ivalice's mining operations for the Royal Family, and is responsible for other highly sensitive national work as well. It is also rumored to engage in everything from shipping of monsters, slave trade, movement of illegal substances, and organized crime amongst other things. Not much of this has been proven, as yet. Even so, the Lord Viscount was taken into Church custody and is presently being held not only for the attempted assassination of an Inquisitor but also for his role in an incident which left Goug's marketplace destroyed and its miners and citizenry terrorized.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
General of the Order of the Northern Sky and a celebrated hero of the Fifty Years War, Zalbaag Beoulve - despite his relative youth - is renowned for being one of the mightiest men in all of Ivalice. He hails from the family Beoulve, whose lineage has produced heroes and nobles nearly without peer for ages. He is a devout, serious, man whose uncompromising belief in the value of Law and Order has him on the front line of every major battle Ivalice has faced since the war - including personally devoting himself to stifling the rebellion that has recently arisen. His fervent passion for Law does not extend to legislation and politics, however; he leaves much of this to his elder brother Dycedarg Beoulve.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
(Note Kings all mentioned below are named only on a first name basis, excepting Ondoria Atkascha. Ivalice, Romanda, and Ordallia's royal families are all related by blood, but it's unlikely they're all Atkascha.)&lt;br /&gt;
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A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington as well as the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Zodiac Braves ====&lt;br /&gt;
A group of Holy heroes whose legend dates back even to the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that, during times of great danger for Ivalice, they will reappear to save it from its impending doom as they always have. Each carries a magical stone, upon the face of which is inscribed one of the twelve signs of the Zodiac. It is also said that these holy stones can be used to summon them.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Lucavi ====&lt;br /&gt;
A band of legendary demons whose strength is said to be able to shake the foundations of the world. The Zodiac Braves vanquished them long ago, however, or so it is said. &lt;br /&gt;
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;BrightEyes52: Created page with &amp;quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2015/01/21 |Location=Ivalice |Synopsis=Archadia advances on Nelveska island, off the coast of Zeltennia, to use its temple as a staging point for a...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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|Date of Scene=2015/01/21&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=Archadia advances on Nelveska island, off the coast of Zeltennia, to use its temple as a staging point for an assault against the Black Lion. Unfortunately for them, Zeltennia uncovers their plans and sends forces - aided by the Union - to deal them a decisive blow.&lt;br /&gt;
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|Cast of Characters=6, 129, 307, 492, 535&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Poses&lt;br /&gt;
|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Off the shores of Nelveska Island -&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The creaking of ancient hulls as waves crash relentlessly against them, the subdued thudding of iron and steel against wood, and the churning of salty sea dominate the ambience of the lightless night air tonight as numerous naval warships slowly make headway upon an island in the distance. Onboard the vessels, the almost deathly silence of the crews betrays their wrought iron concentration. Every man and woman not prepared to charge off the deck at first sighting of campfire or torch light works relentlessly to prepare the naval ships for the inevitable battle ahead.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Many of the soldiers of the Zeltennian army wait anxiously, many of them heavily armored, below the deck in the hallways so as to conceal their presence. By the dim light of torches, some glance to one another nervously - their faces saying everything that needs to be said.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;- Nelveska Temple&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;On land, faceless demons encased in steel as black as night are gathered round campfires outside of a towering, ancient, stone sanctuary. Some eating, some training for the mission which they've been preparing, some pacing... or even sleeping. Some bear swords, some long-barreled rifles, and yet others with muscular mastiffs of war at their side. Behind them, the temple entrance is aglow with the light of torches recenly placed... and the light extends quite a ways into the interior...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Having decided not to go on the boat, Allyn had changed into the shape of a large crab, or a Megalocrab as it is known in another world, seeing as they were going by sea. The shifter was glad to be back in Ivalice and was ready to get to work again. He keeps an eye on the boat, as he skitters along the bottom of the sea keeping in the shadow of the boat. He figured that's the best thing to do though, even if he can't hear what is going on above the water, but that's not too important. Nothing special here, just a large crab wandering around.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Balanced carefully on the prow of the boat, Ziggy Grover was peering out at the dark sea. While he'd signed on under Duke Goltanna, he'd been somewhat awkwardly given the eyeful for doing something unspeakable, helping out an enemy general at one point. As he'd defended himself, &amp;quot;heroes just don't -let- women die like -that-.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;So naturally he was being left alone, even more so when Dr. K had her explanation as to why- the doctor was off sulking somewhere, leaving Ziggy to grimace. &amp;quot;WOMEN.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe had heard the call for help like that as she's arrived and she seems to be on the mind with Ziggy somewhat who seems to be the Knight in shining spandex, Ziggy's boss can not police her thoughts! Well /yet/. Either way she's hveriong there a bit of the ground as she watches aware of how things might end up be going she falls in with the power ranger and looks to him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;This ... is going to be bad...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;A small (by Cybertronian standards) stealth vessel is flying overhead in sync with the fleet, and inside the cockpit Blurr is monitoring the situation from above. He's been sent to assist the Zeltennians against a corrupt nation, who appear to want nothing more than to crush and rule with an iron fist. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But why here, specifically, out of all the places in the multiverse? Maybe it's because his kind, and particularly his faction, used to be part of a corrupt institution. Maybe it's part of making amends for all the damage they'd done over the millions of Earth years Cybertron spent first conquering and subjugating other races and then turning inward on itself and subjugating its -own- people. The horrors inflicted on those who would dare stand against the government...were best left unmentioned.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Doing this sort of thing could never come close to compensating for all that, but it was the least they could do, right? So Blurr begins to scan the shoreline where the enemy appears to be stationed for the time being, to see if he can get a better idea of what they're up against.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Meanwhile, Ziggy isn't being left -completely- alone. Blurr's holomatter avatar suddenly materializes near him. Zeltennia's forces had handed him a tiny little ...white rock...thing, when he'd asked about communications, and he hadn't been able to figure out how it was supposed to work (yet) so he's decided he'll just have to use the projection instead. Not as efficient, but better than nothing. &amp;quot;I think I've met you before.&amp;quot; the avatar comments to Ziggy. &amp;quot;What was your name again?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Quietly, but surely, the encroaching fleets of the Zeltennia army - and their volunteers for tonight - encroach upon the island and its temple in the distance. As the ship drews near, deck hands rush to their places - only to crouch - as the first mate ascends quietly the Crow's Nest above. As the moments to landfall approach - the already near deathly silence of the ship's crew falls to literal stillness...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;For what those looking, especially those on the outside of the ship, might be able to see - here are at least a few hundred men in number just situated at the temple exterior. Given the fires burning brightly inside, it is a given that there must be more. On closer inspection, there in fact two or three seafaring vessels situated already near the shore - likely enemy ships - armed with cannons and apparently bearing crew of their own. These ships, however, are not common wood and metal as the Zeltennian variety. In fact, the seem to be entirely wrought from steel and far more mechanical in nature.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Atop the temple roof, too, soldiers pace too and fro... though given that they seem to lack any light source save for a few stationary torches, they may be hard to see for some. All of them appear to be gunners or bowmen as well.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;For those on the Zeltennia vessels, it'd be a few moments more... before the distant shouting of voices comes... and the bodies of the vessels themselves lurch as they strike land! On deck, crews quickly work to lower the rampways and drop anchor. As they do, Zeltennian forces charge forth from their vessels amidst the thunder of gunfire and war cries.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;For the enemies part, they seem to be focused entirely on the main forces for the now - possibly giving unexpected reinforcements a chance to give them a surprise...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn emerges from the sea a little ways off from the ship, the large grab glances around and blinks its crabby eyes at the charging enemies. Well now, this must be the place they were going to. Always something trying to attack, right? Well, that's not too unexpected, but what might be a bit unexpected is that the crab actually rects to this. It skitters back and forth a little, looking for a good opening, making sure that it only gets enemies lined up and not the people that he is here along with to help. He snaps his claws threateningly and then sprays a stream of bubbles out at the approaching armored people.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Oh it'll be bad, but we'll get through this. We'll just find a way through this!&amp;quot; Ziggy responds, giving a thumbs up that he doesn't quite feel. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Nodding at Blurr, the young man adds, &amp;quot;Yeah. I was announcing your race against KITT. And may I say, it was quite impressive how fast you went and... we're probably going to need a lot of it, really soon. I don't suppose, uh, I could hitch a ride with you for a bit? You want to come along...?&amp;quot; That last question was directed at Tomoe. &amp;quot;Because I think I'm going to need to get in the middle of -that- crowd fast. Not that I need help, but... well, Doc's not talking to me. She'll get over it, but...&amp;quot; Bringing his wrist up, Ziggy brings his hand to his wrist. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;RPM, GET IN GEAR!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Whether hitching a ride with Blurr or not, Ranger Green was ready to dive into the armored people crowd. FEAR THE AXE. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Uh sure I don't know about coming down onto that boat.&amp;quot; Blurr's avatar replies dubiously. Oh yeah, that guy who played commentator during the race with that human-created AI, what was it called? Oh yeah, KITT. &amp;quot;I'm not sure it'll hold me up. But I can meet you on the shoreline somewhere?&amp;quot; he suggests.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Blurr takes stock of the opposition. A lot of ground troops, boats made of steel, and they're hiding out in some structure near the coast. He also watches as allies move in, and decides to fire on the boats. Friendlies aren't bound to be inside any of those, right? When you're as tall as a Terran building it's hard to avoid unintentionally hurting people on your own side, especially when they're the size of humans.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The stealth vessel swoops low, and a hatch on the bottom opens as the Autobot jumps out and lands in the water, which comes up just past his ankles, before taking aim at one of the enemy ships with an arm-mounted blaster.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe hovers a bit off the ground now using her wings to keep herself aloft as the enemy looks like they are getting ready to move in she looks to Ziggy for a moment. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;All right then let's get going shall we Ranger Green?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She'll following him in she chants something in badly accented Norse, seriously Inga you need to sit the ALO people down for a little talk they are unintentionally butchering it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Once the spell is in place buffing her self a bit she flies on after Ziggy getting into the thick of thin and comes in for such a landing there's a shock wave that might knock the enemy off their feet!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Chaos has descended upon quiet night, the sound of steel clashing with steel and the sound of guns and cannon fire thunder in the night. Stench of sweat interspersed with the smell of sulphur and blood pervades. The shores of Nelveska Island are alive with the passionate hatred of sworn foes slaying one another in turns. Bubbles collided with ebon-armored men, sending them sprawling, and the shockwave emitted by Tomoe's descent sweeps them out further still. Heaps of injured men are already piling up.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As Ziggy sails in from overhead, he is noticed by an Archadian soldier - who makes a vain attempt to block before ultimately being sent to his knees as Ziggy tumbles away.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The gunners atop the temple rooftop turn their guns upon Tomoe and Allyn immediately, as soon as they are spotted. Ziggy gets the misfortune visited upon him of being entirely too close to several injured Archadian and a small group of Zeltennians. It's for this reason, soon, he'd see a flash in the darkness as *something* is lit... and then the silouette of an Archadian gunner tosses a metal canister in his general direction...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As for Blurr, his surprise attack pays off. Somewhat. Because the enemy fleets had busied themselves with preparing to fire upon land... they were not expecting to be attacked from the sea. Especially not by what to these men probably looks like a demon made of steel! His attack catches one of the vessels on the port side, stripping some of its cannons clean off and knocking a hole in the hull of another. But though they are wounded, they do return fire... cannon fire equipped with shells of explosive magic to be exact....&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn flinches some as he's hit by the gunfire. Well, good thing his shell is rather hard, so it doesn't hurt too bad, but still bullets hurt at least that's what he has found. He grabs at one of the closest enemies and tries to crush it in one of his large claws, bubbling angrily at the person in the armor.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Blurr twists and turns through most of the shells, but being so large compared to them does have its disadvantges. It's hard to dodge -all- of them, since they're so small, though they do manage to knock some chunks out of his armor. Still, nothing he can't handle. He continues his attacks, darting back and forth in the water and firing multiple times at the gunships from multiple angles.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;HA!&amp;quot; Ranger Green exclaims, as he manages to clear free long enough to defend the Zeltennians from the gunfire, using the axe to defend himself. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Of course, the injured Archadians draws his attention long enough for him to motion. &amp;quot;Shoo, get out of the way, I'm not supposed to be guarding you guys from... oh c'mon, can I at least declare you prisoners of war...? Ok, so... HEY wait a minute! You're throwing stuff at your own people!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Oh for... &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;C'mon, Ziggy at bat... and...&amp;quot; God, for once he needed to -swing- and hit...! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;SWISH! goes the axe against the canister and... did he hit it back...?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is able to get some of them down but she doesn't seem keen on finishing off the attckers if they stay down or run and there's others to worry about anyyhow they open fire on her. She takes a number of hits the round digging into her armour and then her body revealing heer digital nature in the form of wireframes rather than normal matter or blood. She too is now taking to the air again and chanting once more, golden letters swirl about her as she launches rays of light at the gunners from on high but she also sets her self up for more ranged fire...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;By the minute, the ranks of both armies fall but one is clearly on the losing end. The bulk of the Zeltennian forces, though they are dropping dead or injured left and right, are slowly making headway toward the temple. The Archadians, despite a clear technological advantage, are being pushed back at about the same rate. Amidst the death wails and immolation of large clusters of both armies, angry fire exploding in the night air turning sand to glass even as bodies fall about, yet more shrill sounds of colliding and scraping metal ensue.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Allyn's pincer assault finds purchase, snatching a soldier from the sand and sendig his allies sprawling. The crushing force of the attack elicits bone crunching and wet gurgles from the soldier being crushed alive inside his own armor. Imperial mastiffs, muscular black dogs trained to attack foes much smaller than he, come rushing down the sandbank and attempt to latch their jaws onto any place soft - as a gunner takes aim again from afar... this time with a shell of the magical varety...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Blurr's exhange of gun fire leaves the Archadian flees both enirely too distracted to fire upon the shore, and far too unevenly matched to even fully retaliate. Even as they continue to barrage the area he is in with magical casings, more and more of their guns are stripped clean from their decks as their hulls slowly get torn to shreds and water begins to drag them down. In the end, three are swiftly sinking as two finally develop enough sense to turn about and attempt to sail to the rear...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The bright magical lights of spells are nothing too unfamiliar to Archadians, even aas reliant of technological might as they are! The gunners atop the roof literally scatter, leaping out of the way as the spell crashes into the roof and sends an ancient cloud of debris skyward. Tey themselves do not return fire, but...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...(un)fortunately, Ziggy has her and everyone else in the vicinity of the temple enrance covered for that! There's a loud *CLINK* as metal casing is struck, due to the unluckiest of their number ironically hitting a 'homerun' at an inopportune time, and the case bounces back up the embankment from whence it came. Every man or woman nearby has mere moments to gaze upon the implausability of this spectacle before...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...*somewhere off shore, a pillar of fire can be seen from afar and a farmer drops off a fence he was seated upon*&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Almost on cue, mere moments on the tail end of the explosion which leaves the entire embankment charred and an entire unit of Archadians dead, those inside the temple begin to spill out from the entrance. At the head of the party, a distinctive soldier bearing a great horned helm with the face of a demon. He glances about, before giving an order to those with him, &amp;quot;...try to get the rest to the remaining vessels if you can, I'll stay behind... for now.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The horned soldier bearing distinctive armor design immediately moves toward Ziggy, drawing his sword, &amp;quot;...I don't know what you -are-... but you'll be dead soon enough.&amp;quot; and then flinging a frigid blast of magic in the vicinity of him and any enemy fighters nearby!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Blurr watches with satisfaction as the steel boats are not much of a match for him. Heh, Terran-like materials were usually not very durable. It was amazing how many similar compounds could be found througouht the multiverse. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But then, it looks like Ziggy is in trouble! Oh no! Some ugly-aft guy with an ugly-aft mask is coming after him with a sowrd. So Blurr does what any good Autobot would do and dashs between the two of them, letting the icy blast strike him right in the leg. He stumbles, falling to a knee...youch. That hurt. Slagging -magic-. Never could quite figure out how all that scrap worked. But no time to waste wondering about it. He begins to fold downward, his body compacting itself as he quickly converts from biped to hover speeder in a cacophony of mechanical sounds. Then he turns to drives off a distance...is he retreating? Nope, far from it! He's simply gaining momentum, momentum with which to run ugly mask dude right over. And then plow into the temple, hopefully collapsing it on top of the Archadians inside with his sonic booms.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn reels from the pincer attack from all sides, the hard shell cracking some as he bleeds. &amp;quot;Ok, no more mister nice guy!&amp;quot; the crab bubbles as it retreats and then raises its pincers and feints a couple swipes, &amp;quot;What will I do now? The crab asks the mastiffs, well, they wont have to wait long to get the answer to that question. He shifts and grows larger, his crab form replaced by that of a large, three headed dog/wolf, he's not used the form too much, but raises all three heads and howls loudly, then each head snaps viciously at a different mastiff as his targets.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Oh c'mon, haven't you ever seen a Power Ranger before? I'm one of the good guys! Defender of the weak and downtroddened, and... hey, hey!&amp;quot; Leaping, Ranger Green goes flying through the air, the frigid blast exploding behind him in a spectacle of ice and snow, ducking and tumbling, the axe coming up. And a swing... wait, the guy's too far... try that again, another swing, this time -letting go-! &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe Meanwhile is having a very interesting time of things at this point as she cumes under attack she knew she was drawing fire but that was part of her plan to get them off her allies as much as she can the Alf Warrior keeep moving up in the skies and seems to be able to get the hecl out of here she looks to the horned shoulder as she's come under attack again but she drops in towards them intendin to try and cold cock him she saw he's covering for his men to flee there's some level of mercy in her mind for an officer willing to do that.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Archadian vessels that are left quickly take advantage of Blurr's absence to reposition and drop anchor, hopefully long enough to secure some of their own fleeing forces. And what's left standing of the Archadian army flees in droves, even as their commander riefly engages their enemies... alone...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...The weak should perish, that's all they are good for! Don't waste your efforts.&amp;quot; The Judge retorts, even as Ranger Green goes flying away from him, &amp;quot;...futile though they might be despite...&amp;quot; and slowly turns toward the swiftly changing Decepticon. &amp;quot;...What manner of...&amp;quot;, is really all he gets out before Blurr speeds away once more. Glancing over his shoulder, the horned officer trails off, &amp;quot;...machine...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Allyn's fight with Mastiffs becomes clearly one-sided as he changes into a much nastier sort of beast than he was before. Without support from the soldiers, and with bite wound injuries piling up, the pair of them stagger about in the sand - with one even falling over - eliciting ear-piercing cries before turning to run away and leaving a trail of blood in their wake...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Judge turns back toward Ziggy and a group of fallen Zeltanian knights, menacing them quietly, before Tomoe comes crashing down from on high and sending him tumbling across the sand. Sand flies as he attempts to launch himself from the prone position again, only to once more be FLATTENED beneath the weight of Blurr as he speeds over the fallen commander before plowing into a temple wall, knocking it out, and sending parts of it crashing down! The last attempt he makes to stand, hard as that may be in jured state, is finally thwarted again by a thrown axe and once his face meets the sand again... he does not come back up. &amp;quot;I-i...nsufferable... fools...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Realizing their commander is out like a light, and a lost cause, the last of the Archadian fleets set sail immediately without him. Cowardice of the worst degree.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;BrightEyes52: Created page with &amp;quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2015/01/13 |Location=Ivalice |Synopsis=Alexandria sends a party of Black Mages and the mercenary Goffard Gaffgarion to seize a few engineers from t...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;{{Log Header&lt;br /&gt;
|Date of Scene=2015/01/13&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=Alexandria sends a party of Black Mages and the mercenary Goffard Gaffgarion to seize a few engineers from the Clockwork City Goug. They run into some trouble along the way however... &lt;br /&gt;
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Meanwhile, Fuki becomes embroiled in the battle amidst a part scavenging run!&lt;br /&gt;
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|Cast of Characters=129, 151, 152, 211, 319, 493, 513, 535&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
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|pretty=yes&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Poses&lt;br /&gt;
|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The sun is high against a canvas of endless azure in the firmament - higher even than the tallest buildings in the vast island city of Goug nestled near the western edge of Lionel territory. The city itself, a patchwork quilt of wooden and stone constructed buildings new and old littered across ancient cobblestone roads, is alive with the activity of plain folk going about their daily lives. The sounds of hawkers crying out against the dissonant noise of city life penetrates the senses in that practiced fashion for which they are known.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Soon, another noise begins to break: the sound of mechanical rotor blades spinning quickly, and the dissonant city noise quietens to a murmur as a shadow from on high begins to swallow the masses. It is small, at first, but it quickly grows... and as it does, the murmurs and whispers become panicked cries.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...then come the explosions.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The second floor wall of large building in the heart of the city explodes violently, bursting into flames before collapsing in parts to the streets littered with panicked civilians below. The force with which the building tremors quakes knocks free a massive iron gear it had been bearing upon its face as well.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;- Inside the building in question -&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Fire erupts from a sidewall, suddenly, engulfing part of a room and charring the stone floor black as a resounding THOOOOOM rocks through the entire floor. The white hot flames swallow several tables littered with machinery and workman's tools and several people nearest them are sent to their maker near instantly as a result.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;- Upon the attacking airship... the Red Rose - The sound of many feet moving on deck resounds from above... echoing loudly into the interior hull where five figures stand. Amidst the brightly lit, lavishly decorated, redwood interior room - a tall figure wearing dark blue and black robes - with ebon-feathered wings - stands silently clutching a steel staves with ornate rings and various brightly-colored gems. It towers high above several other similar garbed beings... all deathly silent. Beneath their steepled hats, naught but yellow orbs penetrating darkest shadows can be seen.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The figure casts its right hand, encased in hardened brown leather before it... and dull, pink, glowing pools of shimmering mana erupt from the floor.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Are we ready...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...The imposing, winged figure turns to stare over its shoulder as if to check for someone or something. &amp;quot;...Human.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Amongst all the Black Mages and the Black Waltz, there is one person there who is definitely not a black mage. Though he's just as dark, so perhaps it fits. Goffard Gaffgarion stands with the group headed up by the Black Waltz. Having remained on the airship while the explosions took place, the Fell Knight can't keep a smug smile off his face. He does, however, refrain from twirling his mustache. He's not evil. Just selfish.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The Black Waltz is very likely looking back at HIM as it says 'human'. Gaffgarion rolls his eyes, and then pulls the visor of his helmet down to protect his eyes. &amp;quot;Yes, of course.&amp;quot; Maybe the Black Waltz is made of solidified melodrama instead of solidified hate like the others? Either way Gaffgarion just heads through that portal. Where are those engineers...?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja Senra just wanted a bloody cup of tea. He'd been sitting at this quaint little cafe before the building not a block down quite literally explodes. Teacup dropped, and people panicking, the Inquisitor stands. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;/INSIDE/!&amp;quot; He yells to the panicked populace about, for all little it might do. The nezumi swiftly makes a call upon his linkshell. His gaze drifts up, and he snarls as a familiar shadow is cast above the city. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then, the Inquisitor starts using every connection and channel he can to begin alerting what forces near that might be available. For once more, Alexandria has come calling.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Fuki's taking a 'minor vacation' in the city of Goug at the outskirts of the city with a hulking purple beast nearby, snarling and looking generally imposing. Strapped the the ebon horned Behemoth, is quite a few bags that seem to be holding some stuff in there right now. Inside the warehouse, the noises of the tiny Ninja rummaging through contraptions and various clockwork parts and gears echo in the empty building.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Glad I ran into that Nu Mou again for this city... these parts should help with the Shinki Van. I still wonder what they need these odd parts for.&amp;quot; she shakes her head, smirking some as she pulls out a huge gear, heading back towards the Behemoth. She may have been at this for a while.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The explosions sound as soon as she's out of that building, the Behemoth and Mistress look up to see the airship, a smile upon her face, &amp;quot;Well, this got interesting quick...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Charing in to the rescue shortly after, with an alarm going off is the Tail Spinner. Unfortunately, it being what it was, a motorcycle-ish green fish zord... &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;DOC, THEY'RE USING AN AIRSHIP!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;One could almost feel the audible mental facepalm from Dr. K. &amp;quot;Get. Out. Of. My. Zord.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Right, right!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Boing...! Out goes Ranger Green, wielding an axe. Landing in next to Faruja, Ranger Green responds, &amp;quot;Here I am! Fear not, citizen! Together, we'll stop them!&amp;quot; he says, lowering his axe just enough to give Faruja a thumbs up, for great justice. And then Ranger Green turns, and charges towards... well... the dark robes! Because someone wearing all black must be evil.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;... okay, Black Ranger excepted. Sometimes. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;A shape bursts from a warp gate far too fast for any to get a solid view on it. Only a few feathers drift to the ground near the warpgate as any indication of what it might've been.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The Red-Tailed Hawk that's appeared is just TOO DAMNED SPEEDY, far moreso than any bird has a right to be. The raptor ASCENDS as if rocket-propelled, wings flapping with hummingbird-like rapidity. Up, up, and UP it goes like a blur. Somehow, despite all the speed... it circles a large part of the city in under a minute and then beelines straaaaaaaight up towards the Red Rose.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;As the bird of prey nears the airship, it lets loose with a terrifying, echoing, blood-curdling screech that will turn bellies to churning mush and soil the pants of the weak-hearted.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Faruja has called, and Finna has answered.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Trouble? someone needs help? Well... it has been awhile since he's done the hero thing...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Fayt comes barreling throug the warp gate behind the others, Staff at his side as he surveys his surroundings. He gives a quick nod to Faruja as he spots him. &amp;quot;You called for help? Just let me know what you need me to do, and I'm on it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ainsley, similarly, bursts out of the tea shop, but she's instead focused entirely on the crowd and not the source of the chaos. She tries to help Faruja in managing the panic and directs people with arm movements down the road toward a direction she remembers as particularly safe for a stampeding crowd of pedestrians. She directs them away from the airship's likely targets and from there she just trusts them to figure it out themselves, because she can't herd the entire crowd with her meager social ability.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Once she has done this for a second, she draws the longsword out from its scabbard, and looks to Faruja. &amp;quot;It's never just a bombardment, is it,&amp;quot; she says to him, rhetorically, as old wounds ache from previous engagements against enemies that would be inclined to use airships. &amp;quot;Is this a familiar sight to you?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The imposing figure of black hue, garbed in hardened leather, silently watches as Gaffgarion retorts in its direction before promptly heading through the portal. Not so much as a whisper slips through the veil of darkness beneath that steepled hat... not even the sound of breathing. It merely follows at a measured pace behind, one long stride before the other, and its shorter companions follow along in toe. The smaller ones move as a unit almost in lock-step, like mannequins controlled by some invisible commanding will...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Soon, Gaffgarion and company step across those same shimmering pools again... as if through the veil of space itself... appearing amidst the dusty air of the half-exploded workshop room. Before them, the panicked flee and the injured crawl... or lie staring in horror on the floor. Whichever! There appears to be six individuals, any arriving heroes aside by doorway or sky, left inside the second floor of the workshop. Three of them are young, with hands uncalloused and clothes unsoiled, likely apprentices. That leaves three aging men against a far workshop table to possibly by their targets.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Come... hammer-bearers, wheel spinners, and metal smiths... lest you die by fire in obscurity.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Finna's shrill, piercieng, cry draws a momentarily glace at the collapsed wall behind and toward the sky. &amp;quot;...&amp;quot; But it quickly looks away, once more, motioning towrd the elderly men across the way with a damning finger. At this, the smaller robed beings at its feet begin to walk across the floor toward with intent to seize them. The shady figure with ebon wings speaks then to Gaffgarion again, &amp;quot;...Meddlesome things are coming. ... Do what you do best. ...&amp;quot; And then... with a wave of its hand... a field shining blue mana expands outwards... penetrating the room before vanishing again.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Gaffgarion takes in the scene-- as soon as he can get his head to stop spinning; teleportation never did sit well with him-- and comes to that conclusion. The younger ones being apprentices, would probably be only just slightly better than useless. Well, time to end useless lives!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Looking to the apprentices, he hefts his sword. &amp;quot;Now, hold still little ones... this will not take long...&amp;quot; Yeah, he's gonna kill them, unless he's stopped....&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja's smile to Ziggy is far, far too weak, lined with the fear and anger of one whose homeland is neatly being violated once more. But he tries. But the presence of an ally, only bolstered as there's the sound of a hawk upon the air and Finna's voice upon the radio, is enough to have him pause. A deep breath, and he looks somewhat calmer. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Not again.&amp;quot; He mutters, either to Ziggy or himself. Ainsley burst forth alongside, and he nods to her. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Nay. They shall lay down an opening volley, and they shall come their troops. Be they Alexandrians, or...difficult to say what they might hath brought. Be ready for bloody anything.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A few words, and the floating form of Shiva appears beside him. Meanwhile, the rat remains badgering as many military officers as he can into action, as well as alerting Lionel. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;And there art our targets. KNOW THE WRATH OF GOD YE DAMNED...&amp;quot; His rising wrath dies on his throat as he makes his way into the now flaming building via a quick teleport spell, taking any allies who hop along for the ride, only to spy Black Mage hats and those damned yellow eyes. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He pauses, casting an eye beyond. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Let them go ye heartless wretch!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Shiva then snaps her fingers, and quite simply attempts to freeze Gafgarion into a solid block of ice...or at least his sword-arm. This, perhaps unfortunately, leaves him quite open to any Black Mages.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Once Faruja moves to strike, Ainsley is not far behind. The man who spoke so rudely to her and her rat gets a look of daggers pointed right him... and then she floats up off her feet and above the chaos of panic, and toward the building itself. She slips around the building with a certain grace toward the hole they blew open in the window, and clears her throat to get their attention.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Cutting you would be cathartic, but let's be practical about this.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And then she swings her arm back, creating a vacuuming-like noise as she builds up air around her arm, creating a distortion around her hand. She moves /into/ the room itself, and then tries to position herself opposite of Goffard and the nearest window... and she fires a blunt blast of wind at him to try and eject him from the workshop. She's attempting to preserve the people these folks are trying to kill. Meddling, as best a hero can.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;... wow...&amp;quot; is Ziggy's response as the red-tailed hawk swoops in. Still, Ranger Green has work to do! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Waving the axe around menacingly, Ziggy goes for the simplest, most expedient thing that all rangers do: fight the minions before the very last monster! Which means... wading through all the robes. A leapfrog here, a swing of the axe there, trying to clear the area to make it easier to do the best thing... pile on the big boss!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Seeing that the ship is... not attacking further, Finna diverts her charge and instead DIVES down towards the hole in the wall. It'll be quite a trip but she knows where she's going!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Or rather, she'll find out fast. At first she's moving at speeds that make her nearly impossible to target by the Black Mages. The moment anyone gets a glimpse of her and she's past them.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Even navigating the room doesn't seem to be a problem at these speeds though. All that added up...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Is why whe she spots the Black Waltz in all of her situational scouting, she does the most obvious Finna-logical thing.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She swooooops over towards it... and tries to grab the thing's hat in her talons and pull it DOWN with all her might over...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;... whatever this thing considers its head, really. Does it have a head? She's not really sure. But it probably won't appreciate THAT sort of distraction. Sorcerers NEVER love those kinds of distractions.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She'd know.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;So, the Ser is okay with her getting some of the Union pests off his back and Fuki hasn't had any fun in a while so in her eyes, this is a win win situation! Fuki takes a quick scan, grabbing her lightning crystal rod from its sheath on the behemoth, &amp;quot;Alright, time to behave and listen up. Cause as much damage as you can, get the Union beasts off his back and perhaps I'll treat you to some finer chocobo.&amp;quot; a thwack of the lightning crystal rod on the back of the Behemoth's neck sends a loud, angry and bestial roar out, shaking buildings and cracking windows as Fuki tugs the behemoth's mane towards some of the ones entering the building. Namely, Ziggy's group.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;SURPRISE!&amp;quot; she shouts, the Behemoth roaring once more with another thwack of that rod, a tail coming to lash out towards Ziggy and his group, hoping the force will slam them into a building or worse, something spiky!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The second floor? Good thing Fayt can fly! Fayt's scarf suddnely vanishes in a blur of motion, in it's place, Fayt now wears a harness, with what appears to be blue and gree wings attached to it, The wings start to flap frantically as Fayt takes to the air, charging for the second floor. As he nears the hole, Fayt takes aim at the first target he sees, the Black Waltz, and with a quick mutter of the words &amp;quot;Force bolt.&amp;quot; sends a bolt of energy flying towards the black Waltz, hopefully catching him while Finna has his attention.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The soulless march of the Black Mages heeds neither the eruption of new voices in the vicinity, nor the cold blast of air that comes from the direction of Shiva and her arriving summoner. Mindlessly determined they are, even as one gets caught in the attack - boots frozen to the stone floor - they continue forward... with the one falling shortly behind. Their march toward the aging engineers situated at the back of the room ceases, however, as Ranger Green goes flying overhead. The whirling, violent, blitz with an axe scatters their number... knocking one down and forcing the other three to turn their glowing eyes away from their target.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A hiss is emitted from beneath the steepled cap of the Black Waltz, a sound vaguely communicating something resembling annoyance. &amp;quot;...Do not...!&amp;quot; It begins, before the tipping of its cap into its vision forces it to cut off its words and reach to right its gnarly leather hat! No sooner is a hardned, brown, leather glove lifted to its brim however and Fayt's magical bolt strikes true! The Black Waltz is sent staggering, several feet into the room, before stumbling against a charred wooden table.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Soon it pushes itself up again, hat tilting upward with a violent shove, and then lifts its opposite into the air. A single finger dances swiftly into a circle as arcane words flow forth from in a whisper from beneath the cap. An aura of flames erupt from the creature, before coalescing in the air before it in the form of massive fireball. &amp;quot;...Fira!&amp;quot; The flame flies forth through the air, directly toward Finna before the other hand is brought to bear... and lightning lances forth from its splayed fingers. &amp;quot;...Thunder!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Gaffgarion had raised his sword to the probably very rightly terrified apprentices. The blade had begun to crackle with dark energies. It looked like it was at least going to be a quick death for the apprentices-- if nothing else was to his credit, Gaffgarion rarely made targets suffer if he intended to kill them.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And then suddenly there's a shouting rat... and ice. His sword arm is frozen! Not only that but shortly following that, before he can get his arm free, a blast of air impacts his chest, knowing the wind out of him. And knocking HIM out of the building! It's only the second floor, and not a very long fall. But it's still surprising.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Well, the apprentices are safe. For now. But Gaffgarion's also quite pissed, and the fall knocked the ice off his sword arm. He whistles, and a black chocobo flies down. He quickly mounts up, gets back into the building, and growls, &amp;quot;A mistake, dear Inquisitor.&amp;quot; A look to Ainsley, &amp;quot;You as well, /dear/ lady.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Then he's letting his shield hand rise, into a clawed motion. Magic gathers around it and as he clenches his hand into a fist-- fire explodes in the space around the Inquisitor and his Lady.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Charging for the black mages, intent on, well, dealing with the usual minions, the greetings from Fuki and her... Behemoth was... surprising, all right. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;What... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooof!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The very large tail sends Ziggy flying into a wall, and he flops off it onto the ground, landing facefirst. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Oooo... what was that... a Behemoth?&amp;quot; The radio was yammering about this and that, and it takes him a bit to get his bearings, as he graps for his Power Axe. Staggering to his feet, Ranger Green postures, one hand to his hip. &amp;quot;You're making a mistake, lady! We're the good guys, and we're going to WIN THIS!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;... Wince. Ow, that hurt. Don't mind him rubbing his back (not backside, not back side, BACK). &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;So what was it they were supposed to do... attack the head, and the body falls, right? That's what Ranger Red would say. So what was the he... damn, that Behemoth had a HUGE head. And fangs. And... &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;What are you doing, Ranger Green? Attack the girl!&amp;quot; Dr. K's voice crackles in. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;... ahhh, the sweet voice of reason. MUCH, MUCH more sensible... &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Heads up, coming through...!&amp;quot; Jump, up... the good plus was the behemoth was slower. The girl...?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;TRIUMPH! Finna's shrilly shrieks in the air, whips around and--&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And then, if she had a proper face, one could imagine it twisting into an impish 'ooops!' and also HORRIBLE PAIN. The Fira ravages the hawk's feathers. At that speed there's NO stopping without working wings, even for a Lunar. She goes slamming into a wall and topples to the ground with a thump. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But then the bird rises... except it's no longer a bird. The feathers melt away, instantly 'dousing' the flame as what was on fire no longer exists. Clothes replace the feathers, just simple leathers for a huntress. Wings become bare, lean arms and silver flashes down her arms and into her nails... making them grow into WICKED claws.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna rises up to her full height, tosses her scorched hair back over a shoulder... takes a single step forward... and then...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Torrents of Lunar Essence flood her body. The room's blasted with a sudden cool breeze like the refreshing, dew-laden night air. Silvery light illuminates the place to chase away shadows. The Crescent Moon is visible upon the young woman's forehead and indeed every inch of her that isn't clothed glows faintly from within. Tattoos of Moonsilver gleam and shine as the power of savage, primal beasts is compressed within her human form.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She brings a glowing claw up to her face, licks it while showing a cruel and vindictive expression the Black Waltz's way just for show, and states...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;My turn.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And then... she's gone. Her image simply phases out as a blur zips across the walls and springs off. Faster than the eye can see she flashes down at the Black Waltz, hoping to VICIOUSLY enlighten him to what the Claws of the Silver Moon feel like.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja suddenly gets a face full of burning thanks to Gafgarion's spell. Squeaking aloud in utter suffering, the rat tosses off his robes. The smell of scorched ratfur fills the air even as Shiva does her level best to douse the flames. She succeeds, but the rat's armor is scorched. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Shouldst hath worn the Lady's work.&amp;quot; He mutters. Then, the Esper is doing much the same for Ainsley. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; But he doesn't have words for Gafgarion, not immediately at least. He turns towards Finna. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Mine Lady! Get the elder bloody well gone! They art after the civilians!&amp;quot; Comes the rat, after spying just /where/ those horrid Black Mages are marching. The more intelligent one is eyed. He seems far different from those fought in Burmecia. But they certainly make his blood run cold. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; His urge to annihilate the horrid creatures is ended as Finna transformed. The Inquisitor gives a laugh. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Ahh, how the Lord works in odd ways! LOOK YE ABOMINATIONS, UPON THINE DOOM! FOR FARAM'S SILVER ANGEL OF DEATH SHALL REAP THINE SOULS!&amp;quot; Faruja almost envies Finna her power, before focusing on Gaffgarion properly. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Speak such words when ye stand over our corpses, or naught at all ye bloody traitor. Allow me to give ye the wages of such!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; It's then, that inexplicably, Faruja Senra casts a haste spell on Gafgarion. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja isn't your typical time mage. Instead of the man's body, this spell is far more specific. Should he not resist it, the man might find his brain functions flying faster...then faster, and then even faster, as the Inquisitor quite literally means to speed up his brain to the point of cooking its flesh from within.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;ZOT!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Fayt twittches as he takes a lighting bolt to the chest, wings suddenly locking up as he drops like a stone... he suddenly flaps back into view a moment later. looking slightly annoied as a burn covers his chest. he then goes just a bit pale as he notices Finna. &amp;quot;...glad I'm on your side.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Diving into the room proper, Fayt once again takes aim, wings blurring as they turn back into his scarf. &amp;quot;Elemental spells eh? I can rock that. Shock bolt.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Fayt's staff fires a small bolt of electricty back at the black Waltz.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ainsley flits through the air, turning her head distractedly to keep track of the rest of the battle. She looks back over toward where Goffard was, however, the man's presence making her frown quite prominently, especially when he attacks her! She lets out a cry of surprise and discomfort at the fire spell, and lands just to try and put it out, but Shiva has that handled.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Her feathers scorched and her body a little stiff from Shiva's cold -- she's gonna yell at Faruja about that -- she prepares a spell of lightning. It courses down her body, and then... she sheathes her longsword. She holds that hand ahead of her now, using the fresh memory of the sword in her hand to generate a blade of lightning like the longsword, which hums and crackles ominously.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She twists her body back, and then whips her whole body around, sending an arc of electricity crashing toward Goffard!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Fuki smirks, &amp;quot;Well done. Keep that up, Behemoth.&amp;quot; she pets down his head some before smacking it once more with the rod, &amp;quot;Now, go claw them up, rip them to shreds. Show me what those large paws are made of!&amp;quot; she laughs, the Shinki's head looks up a bit, hearing the 'heads up' comment. &amp;quot;How can that person jump so high?&amp;quot; and down comes the axe! Fuki barely dodges out of the way there, her thigh cut off and a big gash in the Behemoth's neck is made, another pained roar coming from the humongous purple beast.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Fuki emits a light flash, her scythe appearing out into the air. &amp;quot;You made a grave mistake... &amp;quot; the behemoth shakes its head, hoping to smash Ranger Green between the bone hard obsidian colored horns, trying to skewer the sentai hero as the large paws crash into the ground, stomping at everything in its range, working for the other rangers too! Another smack with the rod and it turns around once more, leading that muscled tail to crash into whatever is in its way.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Black Waltz stares silently toward the wall where the injured Finna began to change - to morph into a shape entirely foreign. The silence and motionlessness might cause one to think it were malfunctioning or, perhaps, stunned. But then, the slow shifting of yellow orbs - burning like miniature suns in the shadow of its wide-brimmed hat - toward the Black Mages indicates that it is still very much animate.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Mages themselves glance to one another, before splitting apart just a moment later. Two at the fore after the engineers in the back, and the one behind turning to run toward the Black Waltz!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;....Before unceremoniously throwing itself into the path of Fayt's magical bolt - whereupon it is fried and left to clatter lifelessly upon the stone.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Black Waltz itself, meanwhile, doesn't even afford the aparently self-sacrificing automaton a glance. Finna's sudden and entirely too fast attack send it staggering once more, shreds of black leather and feathers flying loose into the air as it does so.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...And black fluid not at all resembling blood, more akin to oil, splashes upon the ground&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...As it catches its fotting, steepled hat rocking precariously atop its head, sparks begin to dance across its wiry frame... causing the smell of burnt leather to waft from it as well. Soon, sparse sparks becomes a torrent of electricty... that shoots off from its shadowy figure in every direction! &amp;quot;...Thundara...!!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Suddenly Faruja's... casting Haste? But this doesn't feel like Haste. It feels like... like... PAIN! His brain fires too fast, his steps stumble, and he falls to a knee. He concentrates on slowing his thoughts, letting them match up with his body's un-Haste'd movements. The skills of the Dark Knight require discipline to learn... else one does not use them, but rather is used BY them.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;However, the hesitation is enough for Ainsley's lightning to crash into him and send him tumbling. This time not quite out of the building, though. But the combination of 'mind too fast' and 'body seizing up' is enough to seriously mess with his equilibrium. It's enough that he takes a moment to collect himself.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;However. Once he gets up? He is TICKED. Ticked enough, in fact, to try to rush forward, grab with Ainsley or Faruja-- whichever he can get hold of first-- and try to use that one to BLUDGEON the other! Actually he's just throwing them into each other, but still...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;That beast was bigger than -Ziggy- could handle, and... oh boy, the 'head' was starting to come back at her, with a scythe. &amp;quot;What are you, a mini-grim reaper?&amp;quot; Ranger Green asks. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Get back in the zord!&amp;quot; Dr. K shrieks, her calm demeanor gone. &amp;quot;It's a behemoth!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;What, how bad can it be...?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Dr. K told him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;... TAIL SPINNER ZORD!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;With the swipe from Fuki grazing him as he beats a hasty retreat, Ranger Green tumbles back into his Zord. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Ow ow ow... man, c'mon, let's try this again, shall we?&amp;quot; Ranger Green comments, rubbing his backside this time. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Pulling out the Shark Engine Cell, Ziggy plugs it into the Zord. &amp;quot;Okay, time to take her out for a spin...!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;the hell is--&amp;quot; Finna's just starting to get weirded out at the strange gunk on her claws when ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORCH!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Countless ZAPLOADS of electricity slam into her, driving her to her knees and sizzling through her body, right to the bones! She staggers and stumbles but somehow keeps her balance... and senses. &amp;quot;Alrighty, we'll try it that way!&amp;quot; A single flick of her wrist, her hand goes behind her back and...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;FWOOOOOOSH!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Like a tornado gale she backflips ALMOST ENTIRELY HORIZONTALLY, sailing over the heads of Black Mages and allies alike. As soon as she's got enough altitude though she WHIRLS about in midair like a cat and a tiny SOMETHING goes flying at the Black Waltz.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;It's just a throwing knife.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Not really enough to threaten him, but hopefully enough to knock him off his groove and allow Finna to reposition herself.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Because she realigns for the landing in a hurry and aims to come down on more Black Mages on all fours and use them, and her claws, as a convenient two birds with one stone solution for brakes!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Why, yes. Thank you for noticing. NOw die please.&amp;quot; as the Behemoth tries to swipe at the be-mecha'ing of Ziggy, the hulking monstrosity turns around and grunts, bracing itself against the ground as the horns shimmer, preparing something as those yellow eyes show how much malice is in this large beast. Fuki starts to analyze the Zord, bring a mecha to a giant beast fight with a robotic 'head'... &amp;quot;Aim... there...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The crashing of the spinning Zord into the purple beast cuts it quite good, the direct strike against the Behemoth's side, red seeping out of the beasts wounds, the loud roar coming up once more, shaking buildings around it and people on the ground. The beast stomps hard, the tail thrashing about as it tries to gore the Zord with its horns, only to try and heave it up and over, wanting to throw it from its position, with no care what its throwing it INTO!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja Senra, if he survives this, is likely to sleep on the couch. Even Shiva is looking at him like an idiot. There's a little fan in her hand, made of ice. BAP! Frown! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja has to hand it to Gaffgarion, the man's reputation is well deserved as a mercenary merely by the fact he hasn't collapsed. Nevermind when he's flung bodily into his lover! While the rat isn't exactly /heavy/, plate mail of any form makes an excellent bludgeon indeed. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The impact of the taller lizardess has the rat lightly dazed, but only so-much so. He also now has a lovely shiner on his good eye. Who knows how well Ainsley comes out of the metal-clad rat's swatting into her! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja looks highly annoyed by this. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I AM NOT A DAMNED MACE TO BE USED AGAINST THE WOMAN I LOVE!&amp;quot; Snarls out the rat, trying to hold his sweetheart upright even as he gestures towards Gafgarion. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Shiva's gone, in place of a tall, lioncloth adonis of a man. Muscle upon muscle makes up the epitome of physical strength of Espers, as Titan peers down at Gafgarion, barely able to fit inside of the building. Rather than destroy everything, the Esper reaches out with a single finger. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; And pokes Gafgarion on the forehead with potentially enough force to slam him upwards into...and possibly through...the cieling. Bird and all, before fading away. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; As his head clears, the Inquisitor whispers into his linkshell. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; ~Elsewhere~ &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A bunny-eared, dusky skinned woman races past side streets and alleyways with a briefcase in hand, making her way over to a building opposite the one where the fighting is occuring. She stealthily makes her way up to the rooftop, before finding a piece of cover. Opening the case, she swiftly begins to assemble a rifle. Rather than that of Ivalice, it's a modern one, very nearly military grade. Then, Acolyte Strawberry looks down the scope after kissing her ajoran cross, awaiting her superior's signal.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;There's a scream as Fayt gets zapped again. The little mage twitching uncontrolable as the elctricty runs through him. &amp;quot;O... ow...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Shaking his head clear, Fayt blinks as Fina backflips away towards the engineers... the engineers... the engi-oh gods damnit!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;right, can't have him focused on that! Almost immeidatly Fayt stars to move around the Black Waltz, namely, he's moving around to it's other side, not to get behind him though, instead he starts talking. &amp;quot;OI! You! Yeah, in the obvious villian getup! You know they got a Vizine for that eye probem of yours?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Yes, Fayt is prodding at the damn thing! Fayt's probably going to regret that soon enough, but if it gives finna a few moments to clean house and make sure those people are safe? Totally worth it. Maybe.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Really, I'll sell ya a bottle. Force wave.&amp;quot; This time, a massive shockwave fires from Fayt's staff, quickly fanning out to cover a large area in front of Fayt, and hopefully knock the Waltz over in the process.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ainsley was grabbed and sent flying. This was quite a feat, because she was holding a bolt of lightning like Zeus himself. She squawked in vicious protest, and then got THROWN into Faruja with violent force, bruising her pretty harshly. While she's getting up and regaining her composure, her dear Rat Priest is casting ... Omega Bodybuilder, which gets her to look with wide-eyes, baffled that he would summon something like that, and not even sure what Titan would do.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;It quickly demonstrates, and Goffard is sent up toward the ceiling. When this happens, she gathers herself up and charges up some lightning into her hands, forming a bolt again, quite like the aforementioned greek god.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Then she throws it at Goffard with a CRACK-BOOM effect, shouting with the effort of the spell!! She could probably snipe a plane out of the sky with that bolt, if she got her aim just right, with how fast it goes! If it hits, it will slam him with electrical charge just like the whip strike!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;As Finna departs, the Black Waltz affords her an empty momentary glance befoe turning its attention to Fayt. ...And turning ts back toward her as well.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The whirling sound of a thrown knife comes lower than a whisper, as it zips through the air toward the Black Waltz. A moments later, a scathing hiss is emitted from the foul thing as the thrown knife sticks and more oily black fluid pouring forth from fresh wounds! Lightning arcs across its frame again as its annoyance reaches a crescendo! &amp;quot;...Kkkkssss...!!!&amp;quot; Errant lightning shoots off erattically, shattering stone and burning through anything else it happens to touch. Fayt's taunting works... but too well. The demonic automaton turns, slowly, eyes like burning embers tracking Fayt's movements in near deathly silence. Fayt's quick spellwork pays off, crashing into the Black Waltz and senading it sprawling across the stone. It flies so far out, in fact, that it very nearly falls out through that GIGANTIC hole in the wall!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It's not for long, however...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;With a ROAR of mana, flames explode forth into the air around its gloved right hand before being flung across the room toward the retreating source of its furious anger!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Meanwhile, the Black Mages stumble as Finna collides with their steepled hats... knocking them free... before one atempts to seize her by the legs... and make her more acquainted with the ground!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;First a Titan-ic forehead flick, and then a lightning bolt chaser. Definitely not Gaffgarion's day. The third floor of the building is also destroyed by the attack, though the Fell Knight falls back into the second floor with a clang and an &amp;quot;Uuf!&amp;quot; But damned if he doesn't get right back up. At least his brain has stopped screaming by now, so he can concentrate on his magics.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Which he demonstrates, not by snarking or lobbing sarcasm. Gaffgarion is past the point of talking now. Now he's all action. He raises that sword in his free hand. Again it begins to crackle with those dark energies.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;There's a heaviness in the air suddenly, and it seems to get darker. An eye appears in the air above both Ainsley and Faruja, opening to spill energy down underneath it. If either of them should be caught under it... they may find a blade of energy snapping up, to drain a portion of their lifeforce away...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I really don't think I like being reaped around by a pocket reaper,&amp;quot; Ranger Green says, mostly to Dr K. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Any response by Dr. K goes unnoticed as the Tail Spinner is sent skyhigh vertically, creating a bit of a chaotic situation as the zord spins around in mid-air like crazy. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Stabilize, stabilize, landing was going to be a bitch, especially since he needed to be at least able to land on his wheels. C'mon, where were those gyro stabilizing thingamabobs...? Did it even -work- in mid-air? &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Throwing his weight towards one side to try and get it straightened up enough, Ziggy accidentally hits a button and... &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;NO, NO, NO, I didn't ask you to turn into an arm...!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Awa--&amp;quot; THWAM! Finna finds herself caught and brought almost face-first to the ground. She absorbs the impact mostly through her arms to resist it, looks over her shoulder... and grins.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Grins VERY CREEPILY.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The white-furred fox tail changes first. It bursts open wider into segmented, chitinous parts and grows a nasty, poison-drippy stinger. This tail whips out with blinding speed to jab and thrust at the nearby BLack Mages, knock them back, give her room. Slapping her hands she rises up to her feet... and huge wings sprout from her back. Leathery bat wings. Then nubs appear on her head... three of them. The antlers of some great moose burst from her flesh and skull, while while her forehead similarly sprouts a RHINOCEROS HORN. All her exposed skin bulges weirdly, turning rough and thick. Her nose elongates into the trunk of a Wooly Mammoth while SPIDER MANDIBLES emerge from her mouth, also dripping some awful venom. As if this was not enough, both her arms rip open into a weird shade of green chitinous structure, developing the snatching sstriking arms of a preying mantis. Her lower body ripples slimily and then splays out into cephalopian flesh... the ten grasping limbs of a GIANT SQUID, impossibly functioning just fine out of the water, now comprise much of her lower half.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The beast she has become now is an unspeakable, horrific Chimaera that FAYT RAVUS DEFINITELY DOES NOT WANT SMOOCHING HIM AS THREATENED.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Silvery light BURNS through the room now as Finna's Caste mark shines at full force. The phantasmal image of a dashing fox appears in moonfire over her body... and it's dashing, because she's moving the instant it appears.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;EVERY LIMB, TENDRIL, APPENDAGE, EXTENSION, or NATURAL WEAPON glows with uncanny force while Finna herself becomes a WHIRLING DERVISH of limbs and pain and venom and agony and destruction just as likely to terrify allies as enemies. A Black Mage is grabbed at by the trunk and, if nabbed, swung about and IMPALED on her horn. The dozens of squid legs wrap around necks and bodies and turn more into bludgeons. She plows through lines with beast-like abandon while roaring with the glorious voice of some VERY large feline creature.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;In jsut a few moments, things over there have gotten very, VERY SAVAGE.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ainsley is ready to draw her sword when Goffard plummets back down to their impromptu arena. Her eyes squint at him as he gets up to a stand, suspicious of what the rather rude mercenary had up his sleeve. When he raised the sword, she expected him to make some sort of strike with it, and subsequently held up her own weapon at the ready. Unfortunately, the effect is most certainly not physical.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;When the eye appears above her, she gasps in surprise-- and the energy blade spikes up from the ground and THROUGH her, at an angle! Impaled by the energy blade, she retreats with a panic, and lets out a strangled noise like she really did get stabbed in the gut. She staggers up against Faruja, her scales actually going a bit pale around her face. It was a very solid hit.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She soon steadies herself, and lets out a building howl of pained fury when she replies to the attack. She approaches with the longsword in one hand and raises it above her head, and grabs the hilt before a vicious overhead slice is given, with a stance that suggests she has practices this very attack enough to flow through it naturally.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She's not aiming to hit him with the sword, but it'd be a nice bonus... because the blast of wind that follows it is what she's really doing, using her very pronounced body movement to cast a blast of whirling wind after the sword swipe. &amp;quot;HHHHRRRAAAAAAH!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Oh crap it worked too well.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;This is followed by a pianed scream as Fayt lights up, the poor littel goy dropping to the floor to put himself out. After several moments of frantically rolling around ot put himself out, Fayt staggers to his feet just in time to hear Finna... well, let's not try to describe what that might sound like ok? &amp;quot;...She's on our side... jsut remember she's on our side...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Looking both burnt and stragely enough, DEALTHY PALE, Fayt shudders a bit before picking his staff up, and taking aim at The Black Waltz. &amp;quot;Angry? Got your attention? GOOD! Let's boogie. burning hands.&amp;quot; This time, Fayt's staff fires out a wave of fire. at the black Waltz.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja gets little satisfaction in the twin attacks upon Gaffgarion, as he has his own menace to deal with! That horrid blade of darkness bites into the Burmecian, the male losing his recently ingested tea as his sensitivity to the corrupt energies summoned by the Dark Knight assails him! He falls to his knees, clutching his stomach now rent by the blade itself. Blood, horridly dark now thanks to the effects of that sapping energy, spills upon the ground. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; But for all he coughs, sputters, and bleeds, the Inquisitor is nothing if not stubborn. The rat similarly uses Ainsley to simply manage to get himself up, the pair a bulwark against the pain they suffer from this powerful opponent! Ainsley uses her skill with blade and wind alike to rush towards the man! Reaching into his coat, the nezumi pulls out a timepiece to aide his lover. Squeezing, he crushes the object. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A ten foot sphere of time-halting magic erupts around the rodent, a grey aura of eerie silence and stillness entering into being. Curiously, it seems to hardly effect the rat himself, nor his allies should they be caught within! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; But its full effects center upon his enemies; any of the Black Mages that are caught within, and especially Gaffgarion himself! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Five seconds of which very nearly ruin the rat's battle plan, as Finna transforms into a horrific monstrosity. Faruja's muzzle drops open, all pain forgotten as he /stares/. There's a little squeak of dismay, girlish and utterly embarrassing. Later, he shall pray that Gaffgarion didn't hear it. The rat clutches his cross as he tries to regain his senses, and /not/ look at his disturbing ally too much, lest he give into the urge to draw his Blaze Gun at the image of Wrongness. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; But with a man so solid, so strong as Gaffgarion, Faruja Senra isn't going to take chances. Rather than allow him time to adjust and resist the spell? Faruja calls upon an ancient and deadly art known to Ivalicians since time immemorial. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;amp;gt; Actions &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;amp;gt; Fundaments &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;amp;gt; Throw Stone &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Fuki smirks slightly, watching the Behemoth's work as it throws the thing up into the air... &amp;quot;Hehe, that'll show that...&amp;quot; she turns to face the area where everyone else is, scythe at the ready to do some reaping. Suddenly... a shadow is hovering over the Shinki. &amp;quot;Eh?&amp;quot; Looking up... &amp;quot;MOVE!&amp;quot; as she smacks the rod into the beasts neck. A loud roar once more as the arm comes flying down! Fuki makes a run for it, hiding under the behemoth as the arm smashes right down into it. &amp;quot;Holy... what in the world is that thing?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Once more, the Behemoth tries this time, chomping at that finger and the arm at a whole, using the hard claws to try and gouge it to rip it apart and do some serious damage... or at least she hopes...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Black Mages are entirely unprepared for what follows in the wake of Finna's face meeting floor! The slow, sickening, transformation into the literal stuff of nightmares is met blank, soulessly empty, stares of burning yellow orbs on not fully-formed faces. In fact, now that their steepled hat cover is off it is plain for all to see that... they lack defining features upon their faces. Synthetic skin, charred black, and a simple crudely fashioned mouth... just like the dolls they are. Though there does not appear to be anything resembling human fear in them... for what it's worth it gives them great pause...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...and that pause is sufficient to render them all helpless before the whirling, violently savage, desruction that follows! The dolls are tossed, stabbed, and slammed about and into their surroundings - breaking everything they contact.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That oily black fluid flows like wine upon the cold stone of the workshop floor in their wake, or rather Finna's wake...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...and Fayt's rertaliation, too, finds crippling purchase against the Black Waltz - still barely having clambered to its feet before the flames come crashing against its frame like waves upon the shore! It practically sets the floor, and he easterly wall, aflame even as it utterly consumes the fined.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The very room they are standing in has, at this point, been either badly destroy or set ablaze. And it's because of this, that a groaning complaint is emitted by the floor... before it simply gives way... dropping the fiend into the shadows below...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...only for it to appear again a moment later in FURIOUS haste... its form a mere burning spectre of what it was. By now, almost all of its robes have been burned off and the ebon feathers of its wings too have been nearly razed completely off. The fiend's blackened flesh is soaked in its own bodily fluids, a single burning eye remaining to stare penetratingly at Fayt before archaic words spring forth from its lips in a torrent... followed by a literal explosion of deathly frigid air from seemingly nowhere that howls through the workshop... turning the very room to pristine crystal...!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Yeah, YEAH! See, that's what happens when you're both good -and- lucky. Okay, maybe just lucky. You get a FLYING FINGER OF POKING DOOM coming down at you! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Although, of course, there was just one tiny problem- the Tail Spinner Zord was good and stuck, finger down in the ground. What was he supposed to do now? &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Hey, get away! Get away, go away!&amp;quot; Ranger Green flails his arms at the Behemoth, before frantically searching across his board. &amp;quot;Oh... what the hell!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Ranger Green, what are you -doing-?&amp;quot; Dr. K's voice crackles over the comm. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;SPINNING MY WHEELS!&amp;quot; Ziggy exclaims, setting the large green portion of the Shark Zord into a spin, trying to whack the Behemoth with the tail. Hopefully it didn't moooove...!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ainsley's blast fo air-- possibly her sword too-- throws Gaffgarion well out of range of Faruja's thrown stone, unfortunately for the ratpriest. Fortunately for Gaffgarion it also conceals Finna. His back is to her. Which is just as well; he'd probably freak RIGHT THE HELL OUT if he saw her. Bad enough he's hearing it on the radio. What even the hell? And these people are calling HIM a monster? The idea!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;However, Gaffgarion's got a dilemma. He's running low on strength. And if they don't get at least ONE of these guys out, he doesn't get paid. NEVER stand between Goffard Gaffgarion and his money. One may not live to regret it. However, in this case, the blizzard erupts in the area, hopefully taking care of the duo that had been attacking him. And Goffgarion's never one to waste effort if he doesn't have to.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;With the blizzard making it harder for the others to engage him, he sheathes his sword, darts across the room with surprising speed for someone so armored, and grabs one of the engineers by the arm. &amp;quot;You come with me, good sir... else you forfeit your life,&amp;quot; he says, almost conversationally. He's not quite strong enough to heft the man, so instead he places the engineer between himself and the heroes. Will they go THROUGH the engineer to hit him?!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Hissing under his breath, he notes, &amp;quot;Black Waltz! I have one. If we stay, we may lose him. Let us away!&amp;quot; Oh, but he's not done yet. To Faruja, he notes merrily, &amp;quot;Mayhaps one day you may receive me as an alley... provided those you serve shan't be so greedy when opening their purse strings next time.&amp;quot; A merry wave.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He's backing up, towards the Black Waltz. But... he presents his back to the hole in the wall, thinking no one to be there...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; It's bad enough that the Black Waltz covers half of Faruja's body in clinging, freezing ice. The horrid numbness of hypothermia sets in, and only through quite a bit of struggling and general abusing of Gravity spells gets the rat out in time to save his limbs from pure suffering. Stiffly, he falls to the ground, shivering and glaring hatefully at the Black Waltz. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Bloody...soulless...ABOMINATIONS!&amp;quot; Screams out the rat. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then Gaffgarion grabs one of the Engineers, and Faruja's in a bind. Scowling, the Inquisitor glares over to the mercenary. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;The only thing ye shall receive from mineself is absolution when I toss thee to the mercy of the Lord!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A merry wave from Gaffgarion...and then a claw tapping upon his cross. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; ~Elsewhere~ &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Cursed with a hostage, Strawberry does only what she can. Her scope lowers, from the center of the back, down to the man's knee. BLAM! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then, barely able to move, Faruja summons up Ifrit to deal with the cold...especially around his lover! Much as his previous mistake, he'll hardly let his enemies freeze his sweet to death!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Howling, snarling, trumpeting, biting, slashing, stabbing, strangling and making an AWFUL oily mess in her corner of the conflict, Finna is caught with her pants... well... nowhere to be found at this point by the time the frigid air comes galing her way!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Almost comically the Nightmare Chimaera's buffeted by the winds, frosted over, frozen in place, encased in a huge growth of ice...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Of course, she struggles through it all. Ice shatters as soon as it forms when she slams her weird limbs into it to keep from being totally frozen up. Each shatter rips flesh from her body. Blood and chunks of flesh fly everywhere as she turns from offense to defense. The antlers shatter, the wings are ripped to shreds and one torn off. Some of the squid legs freeze helplessly and seperate... leading her to tumble forward and through the blizzard. With a mighty SLAM she knocks floorboards loose and up into an impromptu barrier, but this lasts only a few moments. Soon the floorboards freeze, shatter, and... aid no more. She's blown backwards into a wall and stuck fast to it by ice... only to break free with a ferocious screaming howl that ends up...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;... ends up tearing her left arm clean off and leaving a bloody stump in its wake.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She lands on the floor with the squid legs retreating and reforming into human ones, but EXTREMELY SHAGGY MAMMOTH FUR sprouts all over her body to shield her from the worst of this assault as an afterthought.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;When all's said and done, Finna's left gasping, panting, dazed, dizzied, and suffering from some amount of shock from the pain and bloodloss and hypothermia. She wobbles around left and right, stumbles into a wall and then over a chair. THUMP.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;... Oddly, though, the bloodied parts of her body ain't bleeding any further. They've staunched themselves in seconds... how?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;From fire to ice? oh dear...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;There's an odd whimpering sound from Fayt as his body freezes up, ice covering his limbs as he's frozen to the wall. Between this and all the burns, Fayt's not looking so good right now. &amp;quot;Might of... overdone things a bit...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ainsley is about to follow up her strike upon Goffard Gaffgarion, careless of anything approaching banter or the idea that anything but killing this man is on the table at that second. She is stopped dead in her tracks by a powerful blast of cold. A blast of cold that cuts into her body, and she just grows so weak that her body collapses, too weak to attack when her muscles grow lax like that. Her vision distorts as she feels herself starting to pass out...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;It's only halted by a prompt action from Faruja with Ifrit's help. She sluggishly drags herself over to the creature of fire and kneels there, breathing lightly, looking very out of it, and incredibly tired.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Hnn...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Gaffgarion doesn't see Berri lining up her shot. But he hears it though! However, he hears it far too late! Plate armor is no barrier to modern firearms, as Gaffgarion finds out as the bullet from the high-powered sniper rifle tears through his knee. He gives a surprised cry of pain that he bites down on viciously, and his leg abruptly goes out from under him. It takes the engineer down too, though-- not the bullet, merely Gaffgarion's weight. And he takes a moment to shift his shield so he can use it to support himself with his shield arm.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;If the Black Waltz is going to get the out of there, right about then would be a good time...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Fuki and the Behemoth get knocked back skidding into a couple of buildings as the whirling hand of Shark Zord makes contact with the two, the buildings crumbling under the weight of the behemoth. Though with a grunt, it gets back up, dripping red from the multitude of wounds on it, the behemoth clutching the ground with its obsidian claws. &amp;quot;Your friends may need to watch out...&amp;quot; she comments to herself as the behemoth charges the arm, once again, trying to gore it with its horns.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Teeth gnash and claws try to rip and shred at the robotic arm, trying to thrash it about before trying to slam it with its tail to send it into the building where everyone stands!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;... it... worked?&amp;quot; Ranger Green replies, bringing the tail spin desperation move to a stop, and stares at the monitor. Throwing his hands up in the air in a celebration, Ranger Green does a very exuberant &amp;quot;WOO HOO!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That lasts for all of about a second before the Behemoth rams into the Tail Gunner zord, flaying it about, before executing its CRITICAL COUNTER move. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;When the BEAST MODE rampage is done, Ranger Green finds himself dangling upside down in the cockpit, held in place by the seat belt suspenders that deployed automatically, building material crumbling about him, staring upside down at a giant hole in several walls. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Uh oh, I really hope that wasn't a load-bearing wall...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;After unleashing that last burst of furious cold, the fiendish abomination seems almost out of energy. In fact, it's everything it can do to stay aloft in the air and not simply collapse into the hole again! It's battered body hangs limply in the air, even as that one burning eye continues to stare with concentrated hatred at the 'interference' they had run into. But as Gaffgarion comes running toward it, with only one engineer in tow, that eye burns ever more furiously as a hiss escapes its mouth... the rage is audible, making the stark contrast with its ubroken emotionless visage possibly all the more horrifying!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Ksssss!!! Failure... failure isss... intolerable!&amp;quot; Its frame shudders, before beginning to glow and throb with a violent red mana. Gaffgarion might be given a few moments to consider the worst possible meanings of this before.... an arm fans out and his world would be consumed by the same crimson flood.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...And a moment later, they would both be gone from the room. Whisked away as if by the wind... leaving those broken dolls behind.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;... And just as the pair of them away, Ziggy Grover comes sailing trough the wall... flying straight through where the burning spectre of the Black Waltz had been before crashing to the floor.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Uh oh, I really hope that wasn't a load-bearing wall...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...As if jinxed by his very words, the ceiling groans... and the building shudders suddenly... causing paicked engineers and apprentices to flee for the stairways!!!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;... And then the center most part of the roof caves, leaves a skylight through which moonlight spills and highlights the fallen Ranger Green.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;From somewhere outside the building, the sound of a neighboring window opens. &amp;quot;...HEY!!! SHUT UP, I'M TRYING TO SLE...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; ..&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;*SLAM*&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>447/Maiden of the Skies</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;BrightEyes52: Created page with &amp;quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/08/18 |Location=Ivalice |Synopsis=Coming on the tail end of the decision to give Burmecian refugees sanctuary in Ivalice, Alexandria decides t...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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|Date of Scene=2014/08/18&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=Coming on the tail end of the decision to give Burmecian refugees sanctuary in Ivalice, Alexandria decides to bring its own brand of diplomacy to Limberry courtesy of the Alexandrian air fleet and the Red Rose. Though the diplomat herself has a respectable reputation, it's certainly not for her skill with a pen... &lt;br /&gt;
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|Cast of Characters=6, 129, 151, 152, 307, 347, 493, 513, 535, 541&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Limberry, Capitol - It has been some weeks, since a closed door meeting took place in which the Marquis Elmdore was requested to provide sanctuary to Burmecian and Cleyran refugees fleeing from Alexandria. There have since been quiet rumors that the Marquis had begun to take in refugees... but given the existing Burmecian population in this border area it has not been an easy thing to determine the truth of.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Until, a few days ago... when Burmecian royalty were spotted outside the nearby castle. Since then, the news has caused quite the furor amongst the Ivalician population... with people on either side of the proverbial isle over the implications. Some believe that the Marquis has lost his mind, inviting yet more war into an already suffering nation. Others see it as yet another example of nobility ignoring the needs of the commoner for the sake of politics. Though the Marquis is a man with respectable reputation... the event has served to show that even a hero as pious as he is not above criticism. There has been little in the way of official word from the Marquis himself however...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It is mid-day, and the sun hangs over a cloudless sky of endless azure. The cobblestone streets of Limberry's capitol city are very busy. Being that this is, in fact, a merchant city - there exist virtually every sort of denizen here native or otherwise. Burmecian, Viera, Hume, and Moogle are by far the most common sights to see... but it is not too odd to see the occasional Bangaa or Seeq as well (Races: [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Races]. Located, conveniently, by the sea - the market place is by far and away one of the best places to see such abundant variety amidst the pitched tents, sprawled blankets, and market stalls. Many are the sea-faring vessels here as well, and a abundant smell of sea mixes with scents of cooked local and foreign produce as well as incense. The sound of gulls crying, hawkers selling the latest news and rumors, and people haggling for deals adds to the complex tapestry of sensations to be acquired here.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It is but one part of a much larger metropolitan landscape, but it is a significant one indeed.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And it is here that an unusual sight takes the market by surprise. Heads turn skyward as shadows encroach, people gasping in awe at the sight before them...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Awe, and fear.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A large, rose-colored airship with many spinning rotor blades keeping it aloft flies in flanked by several smaller crafts. Flying above it, the Alexandrian banner. Within moments gasps turn to screams as a violet magical portal alights upo the center of the marketplace... and out of that shimmering violet portal come a small legion of female knights accompanied by humanod figures clad in black robes and brown steepled hats with glowing yellow eyes. One of the humanoid figures hurls a magical ball of flame at a nearby market stall setting it ablaze...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...it has begun.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; It's been a trying two days, and Faruja is happy to arrive in the good Marquis of Limberry's territory. After a little mishap involving teleportation, an angry fellow Inquisitor, and nearly putting one Ziggy Grover in prison? He needs the break. Thank /Faram/ for his lackey Strawberry and actually turning on radio identification. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; With an agreement between men, Ziggy Grover is now dragged along to the lovely city of Limberry itself. He owes the young man a proper burmecian drink, after all that. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; On top of that, the rat decided to offer Ainsley along. Still planning their vacation, he figures the good lizardess might like to actually meet some of his countrymen now that they're not entirely stuck in tents and makeshift camps. Politics aside, he could hug the Marquis, even if he's well aware of the motives behind the man's decisions. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Right now, the Burmecian is in the marketplace, pointing out various people he knows. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...And...by Faram! SISTER ANNIE! Lord be praised, 'tis been bloody /years/! Ye art alive!?&amp;quot; Before he can usher his lover and new-found unionite-ally over to the smiling Sister-rat, a shadow looms above. Portals. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja's eye goes wide. The Alexandrians truly have come. His face twists in a snarl of hate, growling aloud as he switches linkshells. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;THE FARAM-DAMNED ALEXANDRIANS ART HERE! GET THE BLOODY GARRISON ABOUT! ATTACKING FROM THE MARKETPLACE! INQUISITOR'S ORDERS!&amp;quot; Snarls the rat, hopefully to the local garrison! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Even as he then radio's his allies, the Inquisitor locks gazes with the Black Mage. Memories of a burning city run through him. Last time, it was nothing but fear. Now? Nothing but hate, rage, and condemnation. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; In Mullonde, the stone shines.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Faruja snarls out, &amp;quot;The damn Alexandrian Heretics art attacking the city! They brought their Black Mages, and the airship! If any of ye art hearing me, get down here IMMEDIATELY and start KILLING THE BASTARDS!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Tomoe says, &amp;quot;Black Mages?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Ziggy Grover says, &amp;quot;Um... is it okay if I just incapacitate them and ask questions later?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Finna says, &amp;quot;It's not gonna be pretty if I get serious. You sure you can handle it?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;lets get serious Finna. I think we can handle it&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Faruja says, &amp;quot;The unholy, unliving kind, yes! Do as ye wish! JUST GET THESE HERETICS AWAY FROM MINE COUNTRYMEN!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;be there as soona s possible Faruja!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Finna says, &amp;quot;Mhm! Coming!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Tomoe says, &amp;quot;Drones by magic? Okay I don't have to hold back for once then.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ainsley had not expected war to fall upon the Burmecians or Limberry so quickly. In fact, when she was invited with Faruja, she was not adorned in the armor she normally wears when she visits his world. And she was almost sure it would not turn into a situation where she would need to be cautious. She was terribly, terribly wrong.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The smile that lit up her face a moment ago is replaced with shock as the forces of Alexandria show up. Her eyes widen, and emotion floods into her oft-neutral features. She winces from the rage and hatred that comes from Faruja, because she knows what it means and what danger it has for him. She reaches out to touch his arm and looks up at him meaningfully.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And then she turns, and draws a pair of daggers from her belt. She doesn't leave home without them. She sweeps her gaze in search for any Black Mages approaching innocent people, and rushes to try to get non-combatants out of harm's way. For whatever reason, this time she is not so eager to leap into the battle, more concerned with waving the panicking sorts toward cover and finding safety for them.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Ainsley says, &amp;quot;I am trying to direct the innocents to safety.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;That Ranger Green had been about to be tossed into the dungeons before the discovery that he, uh, had Union Identification via radio and did NOT have to take off his suit in order to get at his regular ID was a relief; he wasn't terribly sure just how pleased Inquisitor Cecilia would have been to be confronted with the answer to 'boxers or briefs?' &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;So getting out of the dungeon was a good thing, though Ziggy wasn't terribly sure just what a good burmecian drink was, given the nature of his host. A cream cheese smoothie? Cottage Cheeseshake? &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;However, the commotion and screaming and the portals dropping out... &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Well, Ziggy really didn't have a choice, since ducking and running -now- wouldn't be helpful. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;So the first thing he does is dive into the middle of the crowd. A radio cry confirms that he should, like, just not worry about hurting people or things, and, so... &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;RPM, GET IN GEAR!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The three story explosion behind him as Ziggy morphs into Ranger Green causes him to put his hands to his hips. &amp;quot;Neverr thought I'd be glad for one of -those- morphing energy discharges,&amp;quot; he says, nodding his head firmly. DAMN RIGHT. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna has a ways to go fromt he warp gate, but she comes out of like a BULLET. In human form, but her ordinary huntress outfit's been streamlined for warmer climates, showing more skin and midriff... wait, maybe she's just trying to instill a few nosebleeds? hard to say.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Her expression, though, really doesn't lend well to making anyone smile. It's a fierce and predatory WARFACE, with too-sharp teeth ferally on display. She reaches the city's borders and takes a flying leap over any gates or walls, soaring about ten feet over them, and then landing on roofs. She sets about dashing towards the distant fires, leaping from roof to roof and avoiding the panic on the ground blow...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;When she finally stops, it's overlooking the marketplace. Then...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;What am I, an attack dog? ... if so, you guys are about to be dog food.&amp;quot; She's not normally a fan of the straightforward approach, but trickery can't easily stop a bunch of soldiers running through different streets, out of each other's sights!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Magical senses will tingle and shiver from what she does next. Silver light leaks from her whole body, gathering in a thick aura rippling with darker blues-purples and bits of white. Through it, the mark of the crescent moon blazes in silver upon her forehead. Lines of some glittering silvery material appear, tattooos of Moonsilver that declare the legend of Jubilant Gale's rose of Stewardship in a language none here can read.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;A beast is waking up, and being released from its shackles. Finna's body enlarges by a full two feet taller and half that wider, all her limbs thickening and strengthening with compact muscles. Her clothing vanishes, replaced with thick layers of white fur adapted for the arctic. Fingernails grow into claws, her head turns vulpine and extended maw sprouts rows of predatory teeth, never mind that the Fox is an omnivore.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;For the Deadly Beastman Transformation, all things are optimized for War.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna raises her head and unleashes a fierce, howl. not a wolf's, and not a noise foxes usually make, but there's no mistaking what it declares: The Hunt is On.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;As Finna prepares to pounce, the thick aura of primal Lunar power that's built up around her tightens and shifts, becoming a cloaking aura of swirling shadows and silver fire. It's as though the massive anthropomorphic fox has become an expression of raw, savage beast-fury that needs no race to identify with.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;With a blood-curdling snarl, the Beast of the Moon leaps down into the market place, aimingg to pounce, savage, rip, and tear every enemy in sight.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Finna grrrrrrrrrrghhhrwl. &amp;quot;The direct approach it is. Deadly Beastman Transformation!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Thing is ever since Marrik went to Invalice he got interested in the local culture, where Faruja came from and this seemed like a relatively nice place. Even the dead seemed restive and he didn't bother disturbing them. After all novody knew what he was, so why provoke?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Oh right. He looked up from his food to see a giant airship parked overhead. Deep sigh before he tapped his left breast pocket. &amp;quot;Hey Sparks wake up.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Mrphwha?&amp;quot; Sparks poked her head out of the pocket and grumbled before perching on his shoulder. Time to make a few calls see if he could learn thing or three.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;So panic, massed hystaria, lots of traumatic flashbacks, and Marrik frowned up wondering how he'd fight this thing. Then he noticed the portal open. &amp;quot;OK now THAT I can do&amp;quot; He pulled a wooden rune carved staff from his pocket and made ready. All while casting his mind out to contact the dead. &amp;amp;lt;I know I am a stranger to these lands, and what I ask is going to be tough for you to stomach, but I aim only to protect this town. Will you help?&amp;amp;gt; Unlike before he wanted to ask first, hoping that would offset the effects of his spellwork once begun.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Marrik says, &amp;quot;Faruja you on this thing?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Faruja in a barely controlled snarl, &amp;quot;Correct. Ye come to assist?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Marrik says, &amp;quot;Getting sick of airships.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Marrik says, &amp;quot;What's with the floppy hat? priority target?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Faruja says, &amp;quot;Quite. Destroy the hat-wearing mages. And if ye can, debilitate the airship. If they art forced to retreat, their remaining forces shall be easily driven out.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Marrik says, &amp;quot;On it, hold on the zombie army. I'll try unraveling them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Not too far behind Finna, the large wolf comes through the same waygate as the other shapeshifter, he glances around to asses the situation and then stops for a few moments at the transformation that Finna makes. He blinks, mouth hanging open for a few seconds and then he blinks again. Wow, he didn't know that she could actually do that, but then again, lets see. He snarls at the people that dare attack here, baring his fangs threatening and though he doesn't usually take a form like this, since Fianna has, it seems that this might be the best time to use it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He shifts and becomes a large humanoid wolf, though he doesn't have the imposing aura that Finna might be giving off, still it's rather fearsome. He throws his head back and howls and then he lopes after Finna to join her in the fray! &amp;quot;Lets get them!&amp;quot; he growls.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;One would expect a reaction as explosive as Faruja's, given that these -very- monsters are the same ones from his people's nightmares. The very dolls that were responsible for turning Burmecia, and even the nigh impenetrable Cleyra - protected by whirlwinds of supernatural force, into a wasteland. It is with that same cold, unfeeling, precision that they begin their work of destroying everything in their path - hurling magical assaults all around and quickly turning a sizeable portion of the market into an ocean of fire, smoke, and chilling screams.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Black Mages, mindless as they are, do not attempt to prevent Ainsley from attempting to rescue civilians directly. But, she may find, that the smoke that begins to pervade the area where she is does not make it particularly easy. That nor the fireballs that whiz past her on their way toward their intended targets. Panicked, screaming, people tend to be especially excited at times like this as well. If she tries to, she may however manage to take down a mindless doll on a rampage or two on the way!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Unfortunately, as lifeless dolls are wont to do, there is no display of fear as Tomoe attempts to scatter them. But as one or two go down, she herself suddenly becomes priority... with the cloaked automaton collective turning to conjure frigid spells and launch them upon her from several directions!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The morphing grid explosion that ensues after Ziggy runs for cover to change, hilariously, sends a nearby market stall and an accompanying Black Mage flying through the sky! The flaming table projectile smashes into two of the automatons, crushing them utterly, and the third falls neatly on top in the backdrop!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Finna and Allyn's team attack nets them two more mages altogether and a dame knight (Soldier Pic: [http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130331033315/finalfantasy/images/6/66/Alexandrian_Soldier_Artwork.jpg]), their bestial fury ripping through the dolls' magically bound structure and scattering robes into the wind! The Dame knight falls, grievously injured but not yet dead... attempting to crawl away from the pair.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Marrik would find there are plenty of long and recently dead here to answer his call. Both from this incident, and prior wars at this border area as well. The sea, even, is rich with their energy... mayhap from a sinking ship not long past...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It doesn't take long for defending soldiers to arrive here - unlike with prior incidents. Men in women in armor, robes, clothing of steel, leather, and cloth - knights, mages, summoners, priests, all. Everyone immediately sets to work helping civilians and staving off the influx of soldiers and dolls who even now continue to pour forth from the rose-colored portal. This was, apparently, not an unexpected outcome.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...But then...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...another opens nearby. For several moments, nothing escapes... but then... voices.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Yes, your highness! I will go and ensure that the battle - UNGUUFF!!! AHHHH! NOT THERE! PLEASE!!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;- Inside the Red Rose,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Inside the expansive, lavish, redwood interior of the Red Rose... furnished with lush scarlet carpeting with gold trim... and arrayed with countless examples of her Majesty's taste for the finer things... a pair of knights stand beside one another before a portal in the floor center. One, a slender yet voluptuous brunette woman clad in white... the other a very rotund man, with brutishly unattractive features dressed head-to-toe in silver mail. She has him by the ear lobe, other hand firmly upon her hip... as he flails madly. Oh, and she's apparently stepping on his foot too.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;YOU will stay here to protect her Majesty! I will personally take care of this business. Do we understand one another?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A quivering, almost childlike whimper escapes him, &amp;quot;...MmmmmmMMM! Y-y-yes mistress...!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;WHAT?!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;YES SIR, MA'M, SIR!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A clank comes a moment later as she releases him and he falls to the ground face-first. She strides toward the portal, &amp;quot;...Wonderful!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;- Back at the Market -&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The silhouette of a woman appears through the portal, and soon out steps... General Beatrix of the Alexandrian Army. She casts her gaze about, before drawing a beautifully ornate blade.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Resistance is futile! Alexandrian Order will be established here. Those who refuse... will know death.&amp;quot; (Beatrix: [http://www.game-art-hq.com/wp-content/uploads/Beatrix-Final-Fantasy-Art-Tribute.jpg])&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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:'''-&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion says, &amp;quot;...Loathe as I am to disturb your righteous fury,&amp;quot; the words 'righteous fury' are /dripping/ with sarcasm, &amp;quot;I fear I must put an end to the escapades of your little band of merry misfits this day.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Up there... from the airship! It's a bird! It's a plane!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;...Actually as the black speck moves closer, one can see that it is indeed a bird. More specifically, a black chocobo. As it nears, trailing a loud, sharp &amp;quot;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!&amp;quot;, the rider can be seen. The Elites here might or might not recognize him, but those who have interacted with him before will be able to easily tell who he is.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;...It's Goffard Gaffgarion.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The black chocobo, Melody, zooms down from the airship like a raptor diving, legs tucked under, head down, wings folded back against her sides. Gaffgarion too has his head down, leaning forward over her neck to minimize air resistance. As the bird nears the ground, she pulls up out of her dive, extending her wings to catch the air like a sailcloth unfurling, slowing her descent.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She doesn't quite land, leaving her legs tucked under, but gets near enough to the ground that Gaffgarion can leap from her back, landing amongst the Alexandrian troops dropping from the portals. They aren't attacking him. He's not attacking them either. Furthermore? He seems to have fewer qualms about turning his back to them than he'd have if he were fighting them.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Seems the Ivalician sellsword has indeed thrown his lot in with Queen Brahne's troops here...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Marrik frowned at the constant influx as he hefted his staff. Energy, to him seen as black threads, traced out to find the portals. Best chance right now would be to cut off further troops and resupply. The runes on his staff glowed pale green as he twirled and twisted, causing the black threads of his magic to twist and turn. Given infinite time he could find the chinks and cracks in the msgic used and pry it apart even if it were an activly mantained spell. Now? Under fire and pressed for time? He spared a small effort to cause the ghosts nearby to seek out corpses to fly to. &amp;amp;lt;Go to proper bodies. then come. Defend your mes! Defend your families!&amp;amp;gt; A thunderous drumbeat soundee, possibly mistaken for thunder save for the clear skies. As Marrik stook there as an easy target vainly hoping to force the portal closed it sounded, and again and again until it seemed less drum and more collosal heartbeat. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Soon...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Marrik says, &amp;quot;.....i'm.... going to try closing the portals.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;A mage or three get cut down in their attempts to strike at the people Ainsley is protecting. She lashes out with blade and spell, making her best effort of defending the masses. She is in no mind to go toe-to-toe with the whole of them, focusing entirely on keeping the noncombatant folks alive and unharmed. It is a lot harder than it looked.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She grimaces as a few people are struck by spells and injured as she's attempting to protect them, unable to move fast enough to deflect everything. Once the people have surged away from the battle at hand, however, she returns to Faruja's side at a quick sprint, sliding to a stop. The battle's eye is where Goffard and Beatrix have emerged to make themselves known.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Her eyes focus on Goffard with a hard disapproval in particular. A scoff is given in his direction, because she just doesn't feel it worth giving more than what she said in response to him over the linkshell.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;'Alexandrian Order' is a farce!&amp;quot; she shouts at Beatrix, &amp;quot;This is war, oppression and chaos, and you are blind if you don't see that!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But in truth, the best she can do is put up her daggers in preparation of a fight, sticking near Faruja so that she can act as a shield for him for however long that she can manage.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Whoa. Who's the one-eyed lady? Ranger Green's satisfied pose at the hips shifts to a quite obvious head-swivel towards the General. Usually, the swarms of quite identically-dressed grinders could be halted by fighting one's way to the BOSS. And if that wasn't -Boss-, who would be? At least she wasn't whistling 'Farmer in the Dell'. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Leapfrogging, pulling out his Turbo Axe in the process, the Green Ranger bumps into an Alexandrian soldier, brings his helmet backwards to try and headbutt, and makes his path towards Beatrix. Hey, he wasn't discriminating...! Except against Evil. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Ziggy Grover says, &amp;quot;... whoa. So who's the one-eyed lady?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; A touch upon his shoulder, and Faruja turns to Ainsley. He freezes, and takes a long, shuddering breath. There's simply too much hate and /fear/ for his people to drive it all away. But he visibly calms, somewhat. Can the rat truly keep his emotions in check, with what little remains of his home being threatened? &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Let us save them, and drive these knaves back.&amp;quot; He clutches his cross as Ainsley gets to work, the rat concentrating. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Even nature itself comes to the aide of his people, courtesy of Finna and Allyn. The impressive warform of the great fox-woman-Exalt, the angelic entry of Tomoe, and the massive wolven bulk of Allyn fills the rat with hope. He has powerful allies. This won't be like Cleyra, or Burmecia. A glance to Ainsley once more. No, he'll not lose everything, not again. Farja's tail lashes. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; And he's certainly not as weak as he was back then. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Smoke and chaos reign, and the rat finds confirmation of the locals gathering in defense of their city. Good. The arrival of the General has the Burmecian very nearly charging for her on sight. He stops, collecting himself. One doesn't win so many victories, ruthlessly so or not, without being /good/. Ainsley comes to his side. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;We drive her back, and the army scatters like wind.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Order, General? Tell me! What sort of 'Order' involves slaughting innocent civilians!? Destroying a city kept hidden beneath sand, that hath never even so much as laid a claw upon the soil without for over two hundred years!? Ye lot art not more than bandits, brigands, and HERETICS! As Faram as mine witness, ye shall die as them! Ye took one home from me, and ye shan't take the one I hath seen for mine people! Mine name is Inquisitor Faruja Senra of the Church of Glabados! Pray that Faram forgives ye, for I hath none left for thine people!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; With that, Faruja closes his eye. Magic flares from the rat, and the wizened form of the Lightning-Esper Ramuh appears. Raising his staff, a thunderstorm rolls in, primal lightning crashing down upon the invading army, and most specifically, Beatrix.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Faruja snarls, teeth grinding. &amp;quot;...The General herself. Methinks her head shall shall adorn the Keep towers nicely.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe does seem to have made some progress she's a tatget now and they start launching ice upon her she can't evade them all she can not evad ethem all at all. Soon she seemingly encased in ice, is it over? It might be hard to tell as the Salamander seems to be frozen in place. A moment later there seem to be something happening as there's an explosion of fire coming from her which takes out the ice freeing her senidn shards everywhere and may even be setting the mages on fire!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;i've got your back if you've got mine.&amp;quot; Finna announces Allyn's way. She's sparing little mercy for the Black Mages, for they seem to be mindless, but the dame warriors are... well, she doesn't TRY to rip their heads off or anything, and won't go after people who flee or go down and stay down. There's no ripping throats out or finishing them off.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But if they die from getting swatted, kicked, gut punched, or bit around the middle and tossed into a stall, that's their fault. Oops.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The beast of the moon tears through the streets, scattering everyone in their path. An amorphous, four-legged BEAST, defined by only having fangs, arms, legs, and claws... few other features can be made out through the hazy, shifting shadows clinging to Finna. None who didn't know it was her to begin with would even be able to tell this thing is female.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And the unknown has this way of spreading terror all its own.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The creature, loping down the streets on all fours, comes around the corner of a marketplace street... and ends up face to face with Goffard Gaffgarion. Its tail is raised and alert, and its form takes up half of the street... blue, then purple, then silver glowing eyes stare down at the man...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Finna says, &amp;quot;You. Can. Try.&amp;quot; (To Gaffgarion)&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Finna's voice is a deep, snarling thing.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion sighs. &amp;quot;My dear lady, /do/ please not take this personally. I have no quarrel with any of you. If you leave now, this need not come to battle between us all.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Ainsley says, &amp;quot;Do not give us that 'I am only a mercenary' drivel.&amp;quot;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Faruja says, &amp;quot;...Betraying thine own country, Goffard Gaffgarion? This shan't be forgotten. I shall ready a noose with thine name writ upon it personally!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion civilly, &amp;quot;...Is the term 'sellsword' unfamiliar to you, good priest?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Finna says, &amp;quot;Get in my way, and don't worry, I'll knock you through a wall very impersonally!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn will always come to Faruja's call for aid, plain and simple. The ratman is pack to him and well, pack always protects packmates and whatever they might hold dear.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He nods to Finna at her words, &amp;quot;Of course, I've got your back.&amp;quot; he tells her, she is pack too, especially after that talk they had not too long ago. Though, unlike Finna, he's not in the habit of letting a fallen foe foe go unless it has decided to flee, but he doesn't have time to finsh off the dame warrior, no he can be as cruel as nature can be said to be sometimes.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He takes off at her heels, trying his best to keep up with his fellow shapeshifter and once they have come face to face with Goff he snarls down at the man, he glances to Finna and bares his fangs a little, &amp;quot;This is why humans disgust me.&amp;quot; he tells her.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The shimmering portals respond to Marrik's magics, if not readily. They waver, continuously, cutting out briefly once in the struggle and forcing the Alexandrian army to cease advancing... for a few moments. But... Eidolon magic is no feeble thing... and soon they open again. Albeit yawning consideriably less than they were. He has, at the very least, managed to slow the influx...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Tomoe's unexpected escape does indeed succeed in setting nearby mages ablaze, and sends at least one soldier screaming into the ocean as well! As Beatrix takes notice of this fact, feeling the dark magic in the air - she seems unamused. &amp;quot;..You there! Cease tampering with...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Ainsley's shout comes, and the brunette with long, silken, curly strands turns a hard one-eyed stare at Ainsley. &amp;quot;...Order can only be established through strength! Strength of conviction, strength of heart, or strength of arms! Chaos always preceds Order, surely as night becomes day...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Alexandrian soldiers do not adapt well to such unconventional tactics from strangers wearing garish green clothing the likes of which they've never even seen before! Ziggy's headbutting, charging, beeline for the General sends barely armored Alexandrian Soldiers skidding across the cobblestone pavement one after another... and soon he finds himself squarely in front of her. She casts a side-long glance at him, from Ainsley, as she hears the sound of armor striking pavement... then turns away again. ... Only to do a double-take and narrow her one good eye. &amp;quot;...Y...&amp;quot;, she starts, &amp;quot;...what are you, a court jester?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And then, Faruja comes with a much more long-winded version of Ainsley's speech, and she just waves her hand flippantly like a limp noodle, &amp;quot;...I won't repeat myself. I am sorry for the sacrifices your people were forced to make, but...&amp;quot; and with this she takes a few steps forward... hefting that elegant blade with inlaid crimson onto her right shoulder, &amp;quot;...Alexandria, too, has her own problems. My loyalty is to my Queen and people...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She falls into a combat stance, blade held aloft before her, &amp;quot;...and I am a soldier. I will do as I must. ... You are quite correct also...&amp;quot; She narrows her good eye further whilstt staring pointedly at Faruja, &amp;quot;...fell me, and my army with me.&amp;quot; Her blade begins to glow subtly, and swings it wide... &amp;quot;...But that won't happen.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Pray. Now.&amp;quot;, is all she says before leaping out of the way of the very same thunder strike the utterly fries four nearby soldiers. The General leaps into the air, turns a flip, and shouts... &amp;quot;Climhazzard!&amp;quot;, the executes several precision strikes upon the air... turning it crimson with concentrated magic. In the space of a few moments, there comes an enormous explosion of intense magical energy from her vicinity that expands in waves....!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Marrik saw one of those shadow faced mages get cut down, yet when he tried to pull it's life he felt.... Nothing. The animating energy was not life in the classical sense. It had more in common woth what was stubbornly holding the gates open in spite of his assaults. Whatever was holding the way open was actively resisting his efforts and he found it hard to counter.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Yet as horrible as people dying was, it provided him with a way to gain the upper hand, or at least more muscle. All that liberated life energy, that closest to him anyway, was funnled along lines of force towards him only to be in turn sent out to bolster his Call.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He has cried out to the people of this land and they were answering. God, Farem, or the Universe be damned. Generally ghosts do not like invaders, and these were the worst sort by the collective whispers and cries. Unlike his last fight they had an organized ground force that dumped into the middle of the city, but the portal had not opened until the airship parked. Were they using that to get a line of sight? Marrik snorted in anger as he relented on the portal to send black tendrals of decay to the airship itself, targeting the most likely weak points his limited knowledge could think of. It was not elegent, or refined, but with all of the death in the air he had power to spare.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;All this while he funneled power to the dead as they bound into any available body to use. It was slow as they had to adjust to working something not them. Unlike before he was calm and aware of his surroundings. Maybe it was the dead actively aiding in defending the last bastion of these people against an enemy that had hunted them to near eradication. Maybe he was deluded and already falling under the weight of numbers he was trying to call forward. No matter. Marrik was asked to defend this land and defend it he would.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The thunderous drumbeat continued to sound as the ghosts long and newly dead not able to find bodies swarmed towards the invaders, shrieking and howling as they sought to disorient and disrupt the invaders. He had power to spare and perhaps even more dangerously he was unafraid.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He took a slow measured breath as his spell reached its terrifying apex. Bodies both long in the ground and newly strewn in the streets started slowly to move. Eyes glowed pale green as the spirits within oriented themselves.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;By my blackened hands the Dead shall rise.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Marrik says, &amp;quot;Your kin have come to your aid Sir knight.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Faruja says, &amp;quot;...Vengeance from those...I see.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Finna says, &amp;quot;... N-necromancy! ...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Marrik says, &amp;quot;I brought some friends to the party. They're on our side.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Finna says, &amp;quot;I have never seen it used for the living's aid... before seeing you.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Ainsley pained, &amp;quot;The Quetzal do something similar with their honored dead.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Goffard pauses as he notes not one, but /two/ beasts there in his way. This wasn't in the contract either. A lesson to always account for the Multiverse in his business dealings! &amp;quot;...Mmph. And I without skinning knives,&amp;quot; he comments wryly. But then. They're beasts. They're furred. And fur burns. So...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;His shield arm is brought back in a clawed gesture, curling back into a fist. &amp;quot;Destruction of nature, gather in flame!&amp;quot; he growls. And then he extends his arm, palm aimed in the direction of Finna and Allyn. Might want to watch out, it's going to get a little warm...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ainsley is propelled backwards by a surge of energy! She's flung well into the air and lands heavily into a stall of vegetables, sending greenery flying everywhere! She cries out from the impact and gasps when she gets up to a stand again, leaning against the shaken structure with one hand. Her eyes, watery from the pain of the blow, stare at Beatrix.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She climbs out from the debris, and pulls Nom de Plume, her Abstractum, out of its case -- an ivory white glasses case that snaps closed with dramatic effect before she slides it back into her pocket -- and set the pair of glasses on her nose. &amp;quot;Nom de Plume,&amp;quot; she whispers in a gentle tone of voice, &amp;quot;Shift Abstraction.&amp;quot; The command is given. And when she does this, an ensuing surge of blue light accompanies it, and markings form around her eyes and down one of her arms, a strange script of blue glowing runes.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:cyan&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Let me see your loyalty's truth.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot; She gives the unspoken command to use &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:cyan&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Conceptual Sight&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; on Beatrix. Behind the command, she tries to pierce into the woman's concept to find anything, even a single clue, that will shake the woman away from this tragic path of war and slaughter. She tries to do this not just for Burmecia's people, or for Faruja, or for Limberry, but for Beatrix herself, and the people she must defend. Surely there is some way she can convince the woman that this is not the story she wants to write for her descendants, or for the world that has to deal with her rulers.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Surely, her Concept of loyalty does not have to mean leading her people into darkness at the behest of any corrupt tyrants.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She feels she has no other choice. Fighting is not an option for her anymore. She must try to strike at the heart itself and shake it so that she can create true understanding. Even if she is only speaking to someone who has convinced herself that there is no other way. After all...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She doesn't want to see another warrior misguided by their connection to their kingdom.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Clown jester? I beg to differ,&amp;quot; Ranger Green begins, holding up a finger in a wait-a-minute gesture. &amp;quot;Just because I talk a lot doesn't mean anything. I'm just wearing this for, you know... chicks. Of which you seem like a fine... whoa!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;When Faruja's strike hits, though, Ranger Green pulls his arms back and holds his arms up. &amp;quot;Whoa, whoa... hey, I'm trying to, you know, turn her back from the dark side! Besides, I don't really want to hurt a lady...&amp;quot; he calls out, a moment before the -wave- hits home. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Flying backwards, flipping in the air with sparks flying, Ranger Green lands onto his belly, lifts his head like a beached seal, and winces. &amp;quot;... though she most -definitely- wants to hurt me.&amp;quot; Using his power axe to stand up, Ranger Green dashes forward, leaping and somersaulting through the air to bring his axe down on the General's sword. &amp;quot;Besides, I'm not much for prayer. That's the rat over there, and...&amp;quot; He tilts his head, as though listening to a radio message, and then nods his head affirmatively. &amp;quot;...I'm guessing I have to get out of the way before -he- sets his spell off on you... OK, CHEESE TIME!&amp;quot; And he spins and leaps forward, arms flailing before the explosion goes...! &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ainsley's glasses flare with a sudden, brilliant blue light, rushing with energy. &amp;quot;&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot; bold_fg_b bg_n ++ hb&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BLUESHIFT ABSTRACTION&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot; They speak in a brief monotone. &amp;quot;&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot; bold_fg_c bg_n ++ hc&amp;quot;&amp;gt;CONCEPTUAL SIGHT&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot; The glasses attempt to bore straight into her concept with invasive perception, trying to let Ainsley see even the tiniest scrap of disloyalty... And... Finds nothing. There's still a lot of ambiguity in the concept, details that can't be found.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Ghhhh... Ainsley, we do not have adequate power.&amp;quot; Nom de Plume says, with a regretful, straining sort of tone. Lines of vivid blue suddenly run up and down Ainsley's face, a spiderweb of symbols extending out from the eyes and over the head and face...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Come on, Ainsley. That can't be ALL of your willpower, right? What's your motivation here, what are you protecting and why do you care to stop this woman? What's certain here is that Shift 1, the Inscribe Shift, isn't enough for this.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;FIRE. FIRE, you've gotta be kidding. Finna growl-yelps at the sudden heat. Her fur's burning, her skin's boiling and blistering. THAT HURTS. THAT HURTS AN AWFUL LOT. She writhes and thrashes for several moments... but the thing with Lunars is that if something's a weakness, swap it for something that isn't.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;In a matter of moments, the fur recedes - a fact barely visible through the shifting lights around her - and is replaced with thick, crocodilian hide and chitinous spines jutting from her back. THAT won't burn so easily. The fire is extinguished.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She can just hope Allyn is similarly clever.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Because for now, she takes a flying leap through the air and comes DOWN with a clawed swipe on Goffard and his bird!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Coin means so much to you... why?!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn howls in pain as his fur catches fire from Goff's spell. He doesn't writhe quite as much as Finna does, perhaps he is used to things like that happening to him more than she is? But that doesn't mean that just because he's used to it, that it still doesn't hurt like heck.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His fur smolders once he gets the flames but yeah, maybe that's not quite a good idea to have fur when something can burn you. He shifts his humanoid form into something a bit less prone to catching on fire, he's not doing it because he's noticed Finna do it, but he too becomes more of a humanoid crocodillian, including his head.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He hisses at Goff and instead of attacking with his claws, he opens his maw and tries to chomp down!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe knows she's fighting lifeless husks and this makes her not hold back anything of what she has, nay. She's going to go all out here her naginate contiunest to be put to use as she launches herself into the black mages ranks she'll slice them she'll dice them. She'll even aim to bisect them. Those who have not seen her fight in ALO or SAO might be a bit shocked about how good at being brutal she is. Given she generally holds back a good deal against living self aware foes most of the time. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;You will fall you souless puppets!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She shouts out before another round of attacks, she then starts chanting applying some magic to the mix sending rays of light trying to strike down the down thes souless weapons of war with enough fury that Faruja might be a bit taken a back.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;What is at stake? That is the question that hits Ainsley's mind.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The Burmecians. Faruja's heart and soul. Limberry and its people. The history of this world. She refuses to see another stain of blood, if she can help it. In the very depth of her soul, she digs out a piece of willpower that had hidden from her, smothered by something beyond her understanding. And as she does this, the red color of her eyes bleeds out and is replaced with an eerie &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:blue&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BLUE&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; as if her body were reacting to the Blueshift.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;A surge of power pours off of her. Her body crackles from head to toe with raw mana energy. Her mouth cracks open in a silent snarl... Her instincts find something foreign, blocking her attempts to progress, and her concept buckles the obstacle like a steamroller, all at once. She pushes past doubt, past her own being.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She grabs her Inner Power with all her strength ... and pulls it out of the void it was in. She won't let her uncertainties stop her any longer.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She desires the power to see the truth in the heart of her enemies and stop short the records of tragedy.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And through it all, the tension melts out of her face and something Happens.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ainsley exceeds the limits of Category 1 Shift, now reaching a full Category 2, Halo Shift. The namesake halo forms behind her back, a stone construct styled in mesoamerican carvings of a scholarly sort, a strange mixture of cultural symbols. The stone-like construct flares with a brilliant blue light and begins to become the focal point for Ainsley's concept suddenly bearing down even more on reality, trying to FORCE perception of the concept.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The search query remains the same. DISLOYALTY. DOUBT. CONFLICT. The glasses strain and make soft, struggling noises to try and achieve the effort that might be necessary to find Ainsley something, ANYTHING within the concept to capitalize on and to negotiate with, and hopefully defuse this horrible threat. The halo itself churns and whirls with strange geometries alongside the pulsing blue vivid shining around Ainsley's face, and especially her eyes, obfuscated under the blinding light that comes from the glasses.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ainsley's whole body becomes a blurry silhouette, smudged by the power that is pouring out of her all at once. All that anyone can see around her is a terrible blue light from her eyes and the halo, like an angered Mayan god about to speak their words of judgement down at someone.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;When she speaks, it is filled with the tremors of Sight. No one can doubt that she has seen what she is speaking of, and that she speaks with all of the weight of her heart.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:cyan&amp;quot;&amp;gt;General Beatrix. You have been deceived by your own heart. The world can always be saved. Do not give in to the darkness that surrounds you or you will only continue to be its pawn. What you bring now is chaos. The Nobles will never be satisfied with their prizes. The People will starve. Their families will never know prosperity. People will fight unendingly for ideals that can never be reconciled. And worst of all... Loyalty like yours will become a thing of the past to be ridiculed by betrayers and forgotten by those it would have protected. Find a new path. I implore you. It is never too late for Hope's glow to save your people and those who compete with them.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The silhouetted woman's words come to a halt, and she stares only piercingly at Beatrix and waits for the answer. Whether it is understanding, or the retribution of her conviction in the form of a sword strike.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Climhazzard's powerful energies slams into the rat, the male teleporting away just in time to avoid being cleaved in half. when he reappears near a market stall, he's bleeding down the chest and left arm, the male's robes torn. No armor today, the rat too wasn't expecting such a bold attack! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...And so ye hunt us down, take everything from us, all for thine bloody-minded Queen. HOW DARE YE! Save thine apologies for Faram and thine Queen before He tosses ye both into the Abyss! Curse thee, thine House, and thine Liege! May Alexandria and its kin rot upon the shores of strife that ye hath sailed from!&amp;quot; Comes the rat. Faced with this woman who dares apologize and play up his people's heartless slaughter, he simply can't contain his fury. He knows the dangers. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; But there's simply too much pain, anger, and fear to calmly fight. Only the presence of friends, and the presence of Ainsley keeps him from giving into the intoxicating lure of Judgement. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja's eye spies a barrel with a peculiar symbol on it. It's a rare thing to see in Ivalice; oil. In a wooden barrel, no less. So /that's/ where Strawberry's been getting the stuff for her experiments. The rat smirks, bleeding from his wound, and kicks the barrel towards Beatrix. Drawing his Blaze Gun, he aims, and a curtain of flame spews forth. Not for the General, but for the oil barrel at her feet. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Bad timing. The Green Ranger goes charging for Beatrix just as the flame hits. Oops. The rat quickly gets on the radio! But too late! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Ziggy goes flying in the resulting explosion! No words for the green ranger, the rat too busy snarling to talk. But he's nothing if not helpful; Ziggy would feel the weight of gravity itself pulling away, as if trying to slow down his involuntary flight through the air! Oh yes. He owes you /two/ beers now Ziggy. Inuquisitors are bad for your health it seems. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; But any remorse is utterly halted as Faruja watches Ainsley Shift. He's never seen one before, and his eye goes wide, very nearly blinded by the light spilling from her. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She's beautiful. A flying blue angel offering an ultimatum of peace, and Hope, even to the one he hates so much. Faruja teleports by her side, floating protectively. For a brief moment his hate is quelled in favor of the thought that, perhaps, just perhaps, this war could be turned aside by the will of a woman he loves. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; At least if it fails, he'll be damned if he's not here to protect someone who casts the highest of pearls before swine.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Faruja says, &amp;quot;Ser Grover! Be wary of the General's blade! She is the most skilled warrior upon the Mist Continent! Stand back, and I shall...A...Ainsley?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Gaffgarion grins as he sees that the fire had the intended effect. Except then suddenly... crocodile-people. Leaping at him. But the thing about giant crocodilian beasts leaping at one. They tend to be pretty easy to spot. Gaffgarion is not exactly what one would call a speedy one. Instead he meets both their charges with his shield, throwing his body weight against the shield at the impact of the body on his shield.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ow! And another ow! Finna's and Allyn's strength and mass send painful shocks up his arms. Thankfully it does no major harm to him, but Faram did that hurt! And it's not something he's eager to do again. He gives a hiss and gets some distance before considering Finna's words.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Nothing else in this world-- or any other-- is trustworthy. Naught else lasts,&amp;quot; he states with certainty. &amp;quot;Friends abandon you. Those below you betray you with the slightest pressure, and those above throw you to the dogs if it pleases them. Coin may be cold comfort, but at least it is /some/ comfort.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He's done expositing now. He raises his blood-red sword and leaps to attack Finna. He can't attack Allyn at the moment, he's only one man and can only attack one target at a time. If Gaffgarion's attack hits Finna, Allyn may have something to be glad about... that sword draws away the lifeforce!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Beatrix clacks to the ground, heeled boots first, as her opponents go flying in every direction. Ziggy's comment draws a bemused expression from the woman General, &amp;quot;...chicks?&amp;quot; A curling lock dances low, briefly obscuring her eye... but she pushes it away. &amp;quot;...you are a farm hand then?&amp;quot; Completely serious, 100% dead pan. An incredulous curling of the lips follows, &amp;quot;...What are you...&amp;quot;, then the axe strike comes and she parries with a shrill clashing of steel against steel! Sparks fly, but as an axe is wont to do against a blade... it breaks past... cutting the fabric of her clothes and cutting shoulder beneath as well!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And rise, the dead do. The Alexandrian Soldiers don't take well to things they've slain getting back up - but the Jury is out on whether or not that means fear or resentment! There's definitely a mix, with some leaping and charging to attack the fiends, and some seeming in a very real state of doubt... forcing their commanders to call out to them in barely restrained fury! Fury as much caused by the resistance, as the show of cowardice. ... The dark energies do not readily penetrate the ship though. As they wander skyward, a sheath of energy colored like the gate becomes apparent and crimson mixes with black against an azure sky. It's like oil and water....&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Tomoe's furious magical spell meets with success again, riddling the ground with the bodies of both dolls and soldiers both dead and wounded. As the remaining dolls become aware, through some means, of the threat she poses... four more wade in with hands alight with sparks... intent to try and fry her with a collective Thunder spell. It's weak, as these are only Class C dolls, but in numbers it just may hurt...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Ainsley's words catch Beatrix's ears... much like she had Steiner's earlier. There's a briefly whirling of the head, curling locks dancing wildly as she levels a stern stare at Ainsley. Her lip curls, slightly, but it takes her a few mmoments to find her words... even as she turns and moves to a new vantage point in an attempt to prevent Ziggy from getting behind her, &amp;quot;...I see perfectly clearly! I see suffering everywhere, suffering even I cannot with my own strength hope to abate in its entirety! But if I can only provide for Alexandria...&amp;quot;, it's clear Ainsley has managed to nerve her a bit - if for no other reason, the woman general isn't just telling her to shut up. It is as though she were steeling her own resolve. ... But it draws her attention so severely, she fails to see Faruja's barrel rolling in and fails to hear a word he says. &amp;quot;...If that means I have to bring chaos here...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-PONG- .... -KRAKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM--&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;An EXPLOSION OF unholy heat and flame roars through the area where Beatrix stands... several more nearby Dolls and soldiers are caught in tne ensuing explosion... blown away helplesly by a force that would rightly kill any man!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...But...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...as the smoke clears...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;-Clack-, -Clack-, ...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Beatrix is no -man-. She emerges from the explosion, her clothes blackened and skin red with burns. Portions of those precious, carefully cared for curls are aflame. And she simply lifts her sword and cuts them free from her own head. Her eyepatch too is thoroughly destroyed. In it's place, a very heavily scarred, glassed over, eye. A cough comes, a wrinkling of the nose, and then she speaks, &amp;quot;...I won't be bested by such dirty tricks...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She falls into another stance, blade at the ready and subtly glowing... then... sparks of electricity fly from it. She charges Faruja down... &amp;quot;...Thunder Blade!&amp;quot; ... and takes a few very carefuly aimed swipes!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The dead rose and turned on the Alexandrian army. Marrik's orders were simple; if it's Alexandrian, kill it. He would give no quarter given this war he saw as pointless had nearly driven an entire people to cultural if not actual extinction. The energy from those dying went to keep the zombies moving, leaping, stabbing, and otherwise acting as the spirits in command of the bodies would expect. It was expensive to invest so much mana that ectoplasm would replace damaged or missing limbs and muscle, but this was perhaps the one situation where Marrik could afford it..&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Yet he had to spare attention to defend himself. A Mage, short and wearing oversized clothes blinked as a fireball fizzled just before Marrik punched it, using raw kinetic force to give the blow enough power to send the construct into a pair of soldiers hard enough to not only kill it but knock it's companions over. A sword blocked by his staff was countered by a spell augmented headbutt that sent the poor woman crumpling to the ground only for her life energy to feed his magic.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;SURRENDER.&amp;quot; His voice boomed across the sky. &amp;quot;LEAVE THIS LAND AND IT'S PEOPLE.&amp;quot; His voice rolled and echoed, surely loud enough for the airship overhead to hear. &amp;quot;THIS LAND AND IT'S PEOPLE ARE NOT WORTH THE LIVES OF YOUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS. I ONLY OFFER THIS ONCE. LEAVE YOUR BLOODY AMBITION OR BE CONSUMED.&amp;quot; It was an offer he made out of blind hope someone commanding would see what was happening and make this stop, but confronted by seas of the dead all at Alexandrian hands, it was hard to keep faith there would be any reasoning with the enemy. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;At some point while punching his way through soldiers he picked up a hat belonging to a mage and stuffed it in his pocket. &amp;quot;Sparks.&amp;quot; He huffed, having to deal with a coordinated attempt at boxing him in. &amp;quot;Eyes in the air?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The doll sized pixie shot skyward. She knew magic that let her whisper and it find Marrik's ear. She called out where Beatrix was and Marrik pointed that out as a priority location. They were to stay away from Beatrix unless it was to dogpile to keep her from landing a killing blow and clear out any troops they found. She noted other notable events as the happened, but Marrik was both having to defend himself and keep feeding the dead. He couldn't protect himself if it wasn't for the fact these dead, even if temporarily, had minds and could act on their own.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Yet with as much as his dead could do the enemy pressed him, forcing him to focus on the enemies in front of him and reminding even with the power he had he was not invincible. Nor was he able to do another working against the ship overhead.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;GRYyyaaaaghh!&amp;quot; The Blood Sword's a rather unique experience for Finna, who's never been struck by something quite like that before. It rakes a nice gash into her side, making her flinch away. Blood leaks from the wound... but only for a few seconds. The wound seals up instantly, but she seems to have been slightly dizzied.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;As for the stolen life... there's something really WEIRD about this Life. It's extra dense, extra primal, and extra REAL, as though mortal lives were pale shadows, candles and embers compared to bonfires. Within Lunar Essence one can taste evolution, dreams, a deep love, primal wildness and the hunt, and more. It tastes somewhat damp, and like a chilling night breeze on a warm summer night. That, and much more.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But if Gaffgarion receives any of that, he'll have to deal with Finna before appreciating the novelty. Because she's now pained, and ANGRY.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Betrayed by all... or betrayed others yourself? A pity that's the lesson you learned from the world...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The creature draws back a clawed hand... and LUNGES!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;... From five directions at once? No, wait, only two are real... Claws of the Silver Moon rake for the man's armor at tremendous speed, leaving silver contrails!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn hisses at Goff when he sees the sword attack hit Finna and he roars in anger for someone attacking his friend. The large crocman creature glares coldly at the man that dared attack his friend. &amp;quot;Ah, but Finna and I do not betray each other, we help each other and trust one another to make sure that the other stays safe..&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He doesn't say much more though as Goff's attention is on Finna at the moment he shifts his tail into that of a scorpion's tail and stinger and tries to sting Goff with a paralyzing venom.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ainsley sees that Beatrix won't give up the fight that easily, but she isn't attacking /her/ in specific. But she is, however, attacking Faruja! The lizard girl, as blurry and uncertain as her form seems to be, does turn and take offense to Beatrix's actions. A hand reaches out, and electricity surges across the lizard woman's body... and then zaps out from her fingertips toward Beatrix to try to harm her as a consequence for targetting /her/ rat.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe has made quite the rampage she does restin herself upon the living but the dolls get her full wrath, autoboted weapons? AIs were growing in number as weapons in her world. After SAO? She hated the concept and she was more than taking out some of that upon these dolls that's when she gets blasted with bagic and uit's pretty ugly the thunder spells strike her she screams the feed badck is too much and when it's over she's looking alien. Half her face is gone and everywhere the lightning has struck her is the savme horrible red gridlines. She turns to them and again attack iaming to cut the dolls down without mercy, if any living personel get in her way she will restrian her self upon them.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Truth be told, it's unlikely Gaffgarion received any of it aside from what usually happens. The sword was only made to absorb blood and transfer its energy to its wielder. It wasn't made to absorb memories, or dreams, or magic. Her blood very likely only fueled his continued attack, and he makes no indication that he felt anything from the strike aside from what he normally feels.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Of course, that might be because he doesn't get the /chance/! An angry Finna in the form of a large crocodilian man-thing is a fairly distracting thing to have to deal with. Suddenly he is literally sliced at five ways to Sunday! He can't tell which is real, but two slice deeply into him, having found gaps in his armor! He emits a growl and falls back.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;When 'tis the only lesson the world teaches, that should not be so surprising, my lady,&amp;quot; he replies. Suddenly Allyn is swooping in with a sting attack! And what's what Gaffgarion gets for getting distracted with trying to fight from on top of a soapbox! A coldness seeps into his limbs, and he suddenly finds them too heavy to lift. With a grunt, he falls to a knee, catching himself on his sword as he swears vilely.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Might have... known.&amp;quot; But there is a smirk there. &amp;quot;You fight foul. I approve.&amp;quot; Thankfully he doesn't need his hands to whistle! A sharp whistle and the black chocobo swoops down from the sky again, alighting near him. She seems to examine Gaffgarion, tilting her head first one way and then the other. Then she begins to flap her wings. Magic gathers around her and as she spins, falls upon her and Gaffgarion. This seems to loosen the hold the paralysis had on his limbs. But he's not going to be able to attack /this/ soon, not to worry.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;That the timing was just a bit off, well, no worries. At least he didn't -crash- the way he usually did when sent flying, instead being able to tuck and roll. And... hey, the swordswoman was distracted by all the spells going around, and she didn't seem to be taking him all too seriously. So ... once more unto the breach, and this time... quietly! Even if Being Nice to a Lady meant... ATTACK FROM THE FRONT! TURBO AXE! &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;That we do!&amp;quot; Finna hops away as Allyn comes in, ready to defend him in case Gaffgarion has some kind of riposte in mind for Allyn's tactic. But that's not what happens. Gaffgarion's staggered... and in comes a chocobo?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna, rather than taking the immediate moment to attack, actually observes for a few seconds. Oops. But she had NO idea what to expect from this world?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;If it's straightforward and honest you want.... tooooooo~ bad! ... I've not much fairness to spare for someone whose only loyalty is coin. Stand for nothing, and what do you expect?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;That's when... some kind of massive THINGS protrude from Finna's back. They're long and vaguely paddle-shaped, but details are hard to make out through the silvery light... still, it's obvious enough once they start moving. Up, down, updownupdown-VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Hummingbird wings. And somehow, incredibly, they manage to lift the great beast off the ground.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She springs forth with a nasty-looking uppercut and only just manages keep the claws OUT of the way of Gaffgarion's face. But if that strikes... it'll send him upwards about his own height. But that's when things get messy, if so!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;For, like a bolt of silver lightning, the beast zip-zip-WHACKS her prey like a volleyball, and higher into the air, somehow outmanuevering and blitzing about... only to end the assault with a massive foot to the chest and driving STRAIGHT down towards the street for a colossal impact!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;... Aimed more to take the wind out of Gaffgarion than inflict mortal injury, but well, only because he's pretty damn tough!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Chaos. The opposite of Order, Justice, Faith, and Righteousness. The things that Faruja Senra has based his entire life upon. Ainsley offered the General a choice. A choice of Order and peace for both their peoples, or destruction. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She's made her choice. Faruja just spits upon the ground as she walks out from that burning hell of flames, rushing him and cutting a brutal slash across his chest. Blood from the nezumi splshes upon her blade, and the rat is shoved back. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Well then! Let us dispense with 'tricks' and end this! BY THE GLORY OF GOD AND FOR ALL THAT YE HATH SLAIN UNJUSTLY, LET MINE POWER GIVEN ME BY THE LORD BE THE INSTRUMENT OF DIVINE RETRIBUTION! FEEL THE PAIN OF MINE PEOPLE!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; As Lightning from the transformed Ainsley shoots forth, the rat pauses just once as he reaches for a watch. He spies Ziggy moving, and ducks to let the man work his magic. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja Senra, however, cannot help but find himself laughing somewhere in his heart as he watches the Green Ranger walk up to the woman who just survived an exploding barrel, and begins to flirt with her. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Distract her? Faruja asked for it, and he gets it as Ziggy speaks: &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;So... I like the cut of your sword. Want to get a smoothie with me? Flynn does really good smoothies, but you have to watch out for the durian...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; It's only then does the rat rush forward, crushing his time piece. Good enough, Ziggy Grover. Good enough.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;TIME IS STOPPED!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A grey sphere of pure Time Magic explodes into being, time itself ceasing to flow. Up this close, perhaps even distracted by Ziggy, the rat walks rushes right into the face of the Alexandrian General. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;....By mine hands, shall retribution be done!&amp;quot; Sharp clawed hands streak in the greyness of halted time for the heart and forehead of the General. Claws try to pierce skin...but only just. Magic burns, and he concentrates, trying to read the woman's gravity, and flow of time. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The spells are simply; a Haste, and a Slow spell. The former aims for the woman's heart, spell after speeding spell cast in the frozen time as he simply tries to weave enough spells around that sensitive organ to send it beating beyond what her blood vessels and heart valves could take. Meanwhile, her very brain would be assaulted by slowing magics cast quickly, one after another, layering and trying to cease the very functions that keep her alive; breathing, thinking, and all the survival instincts a warrior needs to live. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Time is in motion.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The spells take their effects all at once as time returns to its normal flow.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Faruja says, &amp;quot;...Ser Grover, excellent! Distract her.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Ziggy Grover says, &amp;quot;Distract her with ... what?!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Faruja says, &amp;quot;Thine axe bites keenly, and ye art fluid of mind and tactics. I trust what I hath seen of ye. For Faram and Burmecia!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn takes up the defensive position for Finna when she moves back in to attack Goff again. He shrugs a little, or at least seems so, &amp;quot;No one said I had to fight fair. We are pack,w e fight as one.. and don't they say all is fair in love and war? I don't think this is love and it's most definately a war.&amp;quot; Then it's his turn to go on the offensive again, he lugnes at Goff and tries to slash at him with a clawed hand.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And suddenly Gaffgarion is being knocked around! If he had knowledge of the sport, Gaffgarion would probably wonder if this is what a volleyball felt like. And at the end, he THUDS to the ground with a loud, painful CRACK! That could be the street, his armor... or bone. Hard to tell. But it seems like he can still move, as with a quick motion, he rolls out of the way. He's just gotten to his feet when Allyn zooms past him, slashing deeply into his leg and taking that leg out from under him.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;You misunderstand me,&amp;quot; he notes. &amp;quot;You fight exactly the way I expect. You do what you must to live. As must I...&amp;quot; This time it's Allyn that he turns his attention to. Raising his sword, he speaks, the words seeming to echo up from somewhere deep beneath him, &amp;quot;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:#FF2400&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Master of all swords, cut energy!&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot; And he swings it down, aiming the point at Allyn.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Growling seems to fill the air. Above the shifter a great eye appears, opens. From it falls bloody red energy. As it touches the ground, with a great snapping sound it becomes a blade that stabs up, into the eye. The eye closes and then both it and the energy disappear.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Marrik and Tomoe's combined efforts, as well as the efforts of Ivalician forces, are taking their toll on the limited number of forces Alexandria had been able to bring to bear. Perhaps only one ship full was arrogance. It wouldn't be a first for the Queen of Alexandria. It is questionable what value this victory to the citizens, however, as the market... and their livelihoods lie in smoldering ruins...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Beatrix is heaving, at this point, herself. She had not expected this much resistance... perhaps She Who Felled a Hundred Men was beginning to lose it. That, or, ...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Her resolve was wavering.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She rebounds after striking at Faruja, one good eye fixed on her own blade as the one with glazed over appearance, scarring running from brow to cheek bone, looks blindly ahead. &amp;quot;...am I losing it...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A voice resonates from the nearby portal, still flickering behind her. &amp;quot;...Shall I come to your aid, M... Ma'm General... Sir? I can surely gives those fools a thrashing in name of the...!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Beatrix's right eye twitches, head snaps arounnd, &amp;quot;...What are you still doing there, you incompetent...!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, Ziggy.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The General's disarmed alright, but for all of the wrong reasons. Her head whips rightward, as the man she mistook for a strange farmhand approaches. More strange words, her eyes widen momentarily in disbelief... lips part, but no sound escapes. Then her eyes shrink again. This feels familiar...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;- A Week Ago -&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Ahhhhem!&amp;quot;, Steiner clears his throat, attempting to seem nonchalant as he walks up behind her. All several hundred pounds of him, rotund, yet, firmly muscular frame encased in gleaming silver steel. She's staring into a mirror, grooming... his squinty, slanted, eyes narrow in determination. &amp;quot;...I have the status report you requested, my Lady General!&amp;quot; He salutes, stiffly, and holds the pose as he faces away... but she doesn't bother to look.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Yes, and...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Steiner's mouth opens, but no sound escapes... except an almost impercepable squeak. ... He clears his throat again. &amp;quot;...P-perhaps... you... you would like to take a seat w...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She takes a seat at the vanity table.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Right there.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-Now-&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Ziggy and Ainsley's attacks hit her in short order, one after another, drawing her from her thoughts. She nary even sees Faruja's attack, but it is felt... the General staggering away and... collapsing onto one knee with labored breaths and clutching at her breast in way not natural for the damage thoose two attacks should have done. But it's all baring down on her, like a noose about her neck...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;..even so... &amp;quot;...you... fools...&amp;quot; She struggles, against her own body to rise from her knees. Only sheer resolve is driving her now. &amp;quot;...even should... you best me...&amp;quot;, she gasps out... and extends her blade forward with unsteady hands... &amp;quot;...Your troubles are only just beginning.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She briefly makes several more cuts at the air, these having no immediately visible effect. After having done that she breaks into a brief kata, fluid and moderately elegant for one so weakened, that looks almost like dancing. But as she spins in place for the final movement, foot sliding across cobbestone pavement... rose-colored energy manifests upon the air and blows about like petals on the wind. &amp;quot;...Cherry... Blossom...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The moment these words roll off of her lips, the energy begins to whip around violently as though caught in a sudden whirwind. All who are touched by these petals may see themselves getting carved to pieces just before the energy explodes outward!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;As the armies continued to clash Marrik was breathing hard. Never had he fed this deeply or had this much raw Power. Not even in those last moments before the gate that was to bring his grandfather back was unraveled and he somehow ended up here. He was tired. His stance more defensive as he slowly relied more and more on zombies to keep him safe. He couldn't spare thoughts for what any of the wounded his new at!y drug clear of the fighting thought of cursed and unquiet dead saving them, and he could care less.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Sparks continued calling targets and through her eyes up high Marrik was trying to save what could be saved, either by direct murdering enemy troops, to hauling the wounded away, or even using the dead as mobile walls to screen off non combatants. He gave silent thanks to those spirits who directed the undead hands. He would have lost himself otherwise to the corruption working directly with unlife risks whenever used. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Eventually he was whittled down to leaning on his staff for support. Directing so much traffic was taxing, and even though the battle was going far better than it had any right to, it was still taking a toll on him no matter how few the physical wounds. Sparks flew back to his shoulder and patted his neck affectionately. &amp;quot;You're doing good ya lunk. Just hold on a bit more.&amp;quot; Marrik nodded tiredly. Sleep would be good, and right now he didn't care if anyone wanted to burn him at the stake. That would be tomorrow's problem.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Already those not directly fighting were dragging bodies out to be sorted. Alexandrians were drug to the city walls, to be joined by those reanimated into Alexandrian corpses. Defenders were drug or walked to cemeteries or open parks before laying down. Spirits would be loosed from their temporary shells when their jobs were done. Marrik took his newly gotten hat and turned it over in his hands after he sat down. The fighting was still going on and would be for some time, but most of his forces had shifted from aggression to cleanup and he found a place to sit so his mind wouldn't cave in. Which would be bad in case he needed to direct traffic more than he already does, or really with zombies of any sort up and about. He'd never hear the end of it if they ended up going to their relatives or something a week later because he forgot one.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Then he looked up at that ship and stood. Tired and exhausted as he was his rage at what just one ship had done to these people grew and shaped as he took all of his magic not committed already and honed it to a pure lance of necromantic energies. it sucked in light as it became a physical manifestation in his hands just before he hurled it at the vessel. One last volly as a parting gift. Full to the brim of the stolen Life he had been feeding on. Whether it succeeded or not wasn't important. He had done what he could. He was tired now. Exhausted even.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Marrik says, &amp;quot;Did they have to send /half their gorrum country/ when they wanted to invade?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Marrik says, &amp;quot;The dead will clean up. I'm gonna go find somewhere to drag off to so I don't just keel over before they're done.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Marrik says, &amp;quot;Faruja. torch me later. arrest me. at this point too tired to care, but last request. lemme get some sleep first.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Faruja says, &amp;quot;...Nay time right now. I hath a General to slay.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; The Cherry Blossom falls, exploding and rending fur and flesh alike. Faruja is thrown back by the force of the attack, sent flying through a burning stall. Coughing and bleeding, robes all but torn to shreds, the rat grasps for his cane. His body barely responds as he forces himself to his feet, glaring hatefully out at Beatrix. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A bitter laugh escapes him. &amp;quot;...I wouldst concentrate on thine own troubles, /General/. For by this act ye hath sewn the seeds of thine own destruction, and that of thine liege's entire House. Ivalice's problems art for its Children, not for invading little would-conquerers. Ye art more pathetic than the Archadians.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then, Faruja waves his hand, concentrating as he looks back to the burning wreckage of so many lives. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Powerful magic flows, and water bursts into existance. Strangely, it's touch is hardly felt by those allied to the rat. Yet, it douses flame and rushes onwards towards the straggling Alexandrian forces. The great bulk of the esper Leviathan roars out, and quite simply seeks to crush Beatrix beneath pure water pressure and the force of its falling tail.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;No you don't!&amp;quot; Finna screeches, silently hoping Allyn's tough enough to take that one, because it looks bad. An unearthly snarl erupts from her throat as she drops down to all fours again. Every bit of her body shivers and shakes, but not with fear... instead, anticipation.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;All this time, she's been holding back, but Gaffgarion seems intent on continuing like this...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;If that's what he wants, then so be it, she figures.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She tears up the ground as she runs - almost LITERALLY. Sparks fly from cobblestones and paving of any kind as her claws impact and dig in to give her better footing. As she comes barreling in, those claws whip out again and again like a silver tornado, rending the air so hard it whistles and screams ... with Gaffgarion caught in the middle of it all. The wings withdraw, and Luna only knows what she's replacing them with.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The answer might come if a particularly POWERFUL blow of more fist than claw strikes, one with enough power to send Gaffgarion flying backwards. The thing is that if he does... he won't be getting far.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;A silvery tether, of sticky, silky, spidery sorts, extends from the offending hand, the other stuck to Gaffgarion's armor... and like a bungee cord snaps BACK to amplify a final kick that's aimed to send Gaffgarion Allyn's way for another strike!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Finna says, &amp;quot;Grrragh. What's this armor MADE OF?! A mountain?!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;hey Finna we need to team up more&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Finna says, &amp;quot;Having fun at the weirdest times, huh?!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Marrik says, &amp;quot;As a heads up if i nod off someone make sure i wake back up. still zombies out there on cleanup. i need to,&amp;quot; Yawn, &amp;quot;supervise.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;...yeah it is an odd time hmm?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Marrik says, &amp;quot;In happier news I found a hat. I like my hat.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;For a moment, Ranger Green reads the expression, and... &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Uh... just... surrender, will you...?&amp;quot; There's a certain compassion in his voice. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And then the cherry blossoms lash out. Sparks fly from his suits as Ranger Green is sent flying backwards, skidding across the ground until he grunts. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I don't want to...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The axe is left on the ground, though, as he staggers to his feet. &amp;quot;Surrender, please!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And... holy hell... a Giant... WHAT? &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As the Leviathan's tail comes crashing down, Ranger Green dives towards the General, trying to pull her out of the way...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn howls in pain as he takes Goff's next attack on him, well that was rather painful, but he's made of sturdy stuff, at least he wasn't in a winged form this time and didn't have the use of his wings messed up as he usually does in fights like this. He watches Finna go in for revenge though. Hey he likes this teaming up thing it seems.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Then Goff comes towards him thanks to Finna and he moves to meet the man, with both of his claws and a bite for good measure. Maybe it'll at least send some kind of message.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is doing quite a number on the Dolls, she rips into them slicing dice, bisecting and justy not stopping. There's too many to think about and the enemy forces are still coming, however there's just this level of mental wear upon her bit. She has nothing to say and just feels very tired, very worn out and wonders about should she even be cut out for this...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Alexandria had been overconfident. That much is certain. There now exists virtually no vestiges of the small force which had been dropped here. Apparently a few hundred was entirely too few. What few there, turn finally to flee for their lives as even their General succumbs to defeat. And as for her, ...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;There was too little time, as the after-shocks of the Leviathan attack hits.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Quickly hitting his rev morpher, holding on to Beatrix, Ranger Green presses The Teleport Button.%rThere was a desperate -humming-, something sounding off-kilter, and then Ranger Green and Beatrix disappear in a green flash...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;... and a pair of green boots with gold-trimming is left behind...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It's about this time, that a very large man encased in gleaming silver steel lumbers from the portal. He staggers out, massive heft nearly knocking over an Alexandrian Soldier as she attempts to pass through. He eyes her back side, eyes narrowing, his expression has 'coward' written all over it. He lumbers out toward the gathered lot, pulling a claymore from his back as he points accusingly at each person in his field of vision in turn. &amp;quot;HAVE AT YOU! I shall make all of you pay for...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...for...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His eyes lock on Ziggy standing near the broken dockside... nearly naked except for his helmet and a pair of black and green boxers. Ziggy looks in his direction as well...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Steiner does -not- give him time to explain himself! &amp;quot;H-HOW DARE YOU!!! UNHAND THE LADY GENERAL YOU, UNCOUTH, SCOUNDREL! I'LL BURY YOU SIX FEET UNDER!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;You can practically the clouds of white hot steam pouring from the brute's ears as he sheaths his claymore... only to run and snatch Beatrix from Ziggy's arms and thunder toward the portal like his ass were on fire!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He turns, giving one last look to those gathered... snorts... and then, &amp;quot;...You'd best be coming! Keeping the Queen waiting is an excellent way to get stranded!&amp;quot;, he adds to Gaffgarion quickly before stomping back inside.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The portal will be open for perhaps ten to twenty seconds more, then it winks out of existence... and the Red Rose slowly begins to depart...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;More being tossed around! Claws, wings, fist-- at this point he doesn't even know. At this point all he knows is there's pain, and there's a lot of it. From seemingly everywhere at once. Being flung between the two shifters is definitely an experience he doesn't want to repeat! However, there is an opening, if he but takes it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;See... to chomp down on Gaffgarion, Allyn will have to expose his mouth. And when one's opponent isn't completely down and out... exposing the mouth is a bad thing. Due to his positioning, he won't be able to bring to bear a full-strength attack. But Allyn might just bite down on a really sharp sword that likes to drink blood. Ow!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Whether through this or Gaffgarion just plain /kicking/ Allyn off him is anybody's guess. But, with Beatrix down and the Alexandrian army in full retreat, staying here is pointless. He was only hired to support, not to take on the whole damn place himself. Also there's Steiner's words to consider. So a retreat is in order.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Whistling sharply for Melody, he quickly swings up to atop her back. There's time for him to make a parting comment, though. At least. Not here. Instead he heads towards the portal, heading through, chocobo and all. That might be a surprise for whoever's on the other end.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion surprisingly calm, &amp;quot;...You fight well. We may next meet upon opposite sides, or upon the same side. Fate does not allow us to choose our adversaries. For what 'tis worth, my hope is that we are on the same side next.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Finna says, &amp;quot;Hrmph. Mercenaries. Going wherever the wind called coin takes 'em...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn binks as Goff takes off when a retreat is called and he looks to Finna and looks her over to make sure that she's not too badly injured. &amp;quot;You are alright?&amp;quot; he tilts his head at her as he calms down some and shifts to his human form for now. He's looking alright.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna's still aglow. If Allyn didn't see her take this strange, anomalous form.. there's a good chance, he wouldn't be able to recognize her. If he doesn't see that happen next time, he probably won't then, either. Her shape continues to give off a layer of light and shadow that obscures her features, including any wounds. And most of her expression.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But she still grasps at her side... &amp;quot;He got me a few times... but I'll be alright... in a couple of hours. A good night's rest! ... How about you?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She doesn't seem to be shifting back right now...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;In the wake of the disaster, a sense of magic can be felt from one direction. As Faruja and the others are swept up in the chaos, Ainsley is left alone, with Nom de Plume deactivated and her head clouded with the surge of energy that was the Level 2 Shift.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The abstractum is sequestered away in its case, and as she looks down at her body she squeaks.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ainsley appears to have grown to a height of about five and a half feet, and her eyes have changed from red to a sky blue color. She holds perfectly still and stares down at herself until someone snaps her out of it, utterly frozen with surprise and a bit of fear.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Ainsley murmurs, &amp;quot;Tonight was... quite an experience.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;I'm fine got a few injuries and a little scorched but I'll be fine in a day or two&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>423/Battle at Riovanes</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;BrightEyes52: Created page with &amp;quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/08/15 |Location=Ivalice |Synopsis=After weeks of war in the dukedom of Fovoham, with the end result being that the Duke Barrington's forces we...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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|Date of Scene=2014/08/15&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=After weeks of war in the dukedom of Fovoham, with the end result being that the Duke Barrington's forces were forced back into their own capitol, the Archadian army begins to march upon Riovanes itself. A grand, bloody, battle is sure to occur as the Duke's forces give their last in resistance... but will it be enough? &amp;lt;Boss Battle&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|Cast of Characters=6, 129, 152, 307, 493, 495, 513, 535, 541&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Fovoham, Riovanes - This, the northern most territory of Ivalice, has seen better days. Ceaseless battles waged all across the heavily forested plains of Fovoham these last few fortnights have taken their toll. Many of the dukedom's smaller residential areas are captured, deserted, or in a few cases... razed to the ground. Villages and soldiers have also been taken captive as war prisoners, or outright killed. And thus the black banner bearing the emblem of House Solidor marches on her capitol...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Countless lines of armored feet marching through the forested plains, accompanied by armored Chocobo, and even a singular airship flying overhead. The Archadian army is moving, swiftly, upon the final settlement... home to the Duke Barrington and the said-to-be unassailable castle fortress Riovanes. Lead by the iron-fisted direction of the Order of Judges, they will stop at -nothing- until Riovanes has fallen under Archadian control.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;There's just one last obstacle in their path... the quiet village that sleeps at the foot of the hill that Riovanes rests upon. A lamb for the slaughtering of their ambition, to gain foothold here in Ivalice...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Soon her streets will run red with blood...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;He was not a soldier. He wasn't even -meant- to be a Ranger. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;But when Dr. K and Corinth signed up for the Union, they'd made an agreement that whenever possible, the Rangers would be spared for assistance to the Union. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And luckily for him, given that he had the most experience with the Union, if not necessarily -fighting-, Ziggy Grover was 'scouting' things out. With energy cells at a premium, he'd been in his civilian clothes- a leather jacket, a dark green jacket, and black jeans. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That they'd been shown videos of the atrocities done... well, Ziggy might be a bit of a coward, and not at all a fighter, but -something- had to be done. And so, here he was, perched on a rock, watching the marching bands, and frowning. A quick query of the radio, then: &amp;quot;So, like, shouldn't we intercept them -now- before they enter the village? Are we or are we not the good guys here?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva's been chasing Beowulf Cadmus here and there after the chaotic end of her attempted interrogation. With the lack of any solid information, Riva decided to catch up with him later and maybe get some actionable intel. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;In the meantime, there's always research to do. Riva's been making her way through the land at a sedate pace, trying to experience this strange fantasy land as she heads through Fovoham towards the fortress of Riovanes. She's heard a lot of things about the Duke. Perhaps there she can get more information or perhaps leverage some form of contact to get said information. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;But she's not there yet. She stayed the night in a quiet village nearby, planning to look into the fortress during the next day. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And then she hears something. She gets up out of bed, grumbling at how late she slept, and squints out the window shutters. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She then closes them. &amp;quot;Oh hell.&amp;quot; She hisses, and rapidly begins grabbing up her clothing and talismans. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;In the streets, Riva walks towards the approaching army, her blade and pistols at her side as she reaches the outskirts of the city and begins moving quickly through the woods towards the approaching army. Much like Ziggy is thinking, Riva intends to intercept something squishy before they reach the village itself.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Riva Banari says, &amp;quot;We need to disable that airship! If we don't take that out, that fortress is toast, never mind the village!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;Well I don't want to abandon this form, but i can't fly in it either. If I get you up there, can you take it out?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion says, &amp;quot;Any who possess flight, follow my lead.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Faruja says, &amp;quot;Agreed! I shall assist in directing the ground forces. Meanwhile...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Faruja summoning sounds. ROAAAAARRRRR!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Tomoe says, &amp;quot;I'm going to try to delay them.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Having spent a lot of time in Ivalice, and having come to think of it as his second home, or maybe even his new home, other than the cave he sleep in, in a valley he found. That being so, he usually tries to keep up what is going on here and of course, who wouldn't want to defend their home when it is in trouble?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The large wolf makes his way towards the town that is under attack, but then stops for a few moments when he sees the number of enemies that are about to assault. Well, no, his current form just isn't going to do. Well, time to let the cat out of the bag so to speak, the wolf shifts his current formt he dire wolf is replaced by something much, much larger, more imposing and perhaps even just a tad bit terrifyng.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Where the dire wolf once stood is now a massive, twenty-something foot long lizard, well, not just any lizard, a komodo dragon to be specific. He flicks his tongue out to get a taste of the air and the scents around, tail lashing back and forth as he does. Yeah, this fits his grumpy mood just fine.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Word has reached Mullonde of the horrors inflicted upon the populace by the roaving Archadians. The Judge Magisters have cut a bloody path through Ivalice, and yet the Crown has done nothing. He's never liked the rumors of the man, but he can respect the Duke for holding on against such a massive force. Faruja Senra has seen a little too much to believe any fortress unassailable. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; But it's not Fortresses that concern him at the moment. No, he's come out to this sleepy little village simply to offer prayer and sucor to a town that's right on the front lines. He's amidst an outdoor sermons, flanked by several Templar and Temple Wizards as he preaches to the frightened townspeople, when he hears the news. Archadia marches for the town. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The Inquisitor turns, and points to a brown-robed priest, young and hale looking. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Father! Ring the Church's bell! Archadia is come!&amp;quot; Then, he addresses the crowd, foregoing any pleasantries. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Find thine families, and get them within the Church.&amp;quot; He motions to one of the Templar, whom quickly goes to organize everything into an orderly fashion. Then, the Inquisitor is trying to get on the local linkshell net to see how aware the defenders are. Inquisition and the Dukedom are in no uncertain terms allied this day.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Apart from the Elites and whatever force the village might be able to muster, there's another defender. Currently he's mounted on a black chocobo with armored barding. The chocobo shifts nervously, releasing a soft 'wark!' of upset every now and then. Yeah. She's not happy.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Neither is the one mounted on her back. It's a man in bronze or brown plate mail, with a matching shield, carrying a blood red sword. He stands at the edge of the village, watching the approaching force with narrowed eyes.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It is indeed Goffard Gaffgarion, Ivalician sellsword. And he is not happy, from the looks of it. Mainly because he's not had time to completely heal from his encounter with Sumia. He's still got stitches, and it still hurts to breathe too deeply. At least he managed to replace his perforated shield and get his armor repaired...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe had seen how horrific wart could be second or third hand. He world had had wars that might have mad Ares and Athena weep at the carnage that man had inflicted upon man. It hadn't taken much to get Tomoe to jump into things as she finds the small village that is going to be the empire's likely next target. She's flying high and possibly looking the angel for all the part. She knows how they fight, without honour or humanity and that scares her. This is the sort of thing that terrifies the real person behind the Iron Lily. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She moves on her wings of light, her intent is to intercept the forces before they can reach, she's moving in to face them as she comes in for a landing in their path. She has her sword out and a shield, which shifting letters upon them displaying strange names, it's known as the mourning wall a shield enchanted to display the names of everyone who died in SAO. She does not look happy and she would be somewhat imposing but she's clearly out number she does call out as she looks ready to face the horde down. She can delay them, right? She can do that much. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Soldiers of the empire, turn back this is your only warning.&amp;quot; She digs in making ready to fight, she knows this is stupid oh god does she but it may by the village and those hopefully trying to do something time.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;A little bird can handle the trouble of keeping an eye on the dragoness. A bird that isn't the red-tailed hawk that Finna's become, soaring through the sky, and had the opportunity to see what's approaching a seemingly overwhelmed village. Ooooooooooops.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Well, there is time. She eyes the forest in the distance that the army has been emerging from... and catches a thermal to re-orient her flight, now plunging far, far over the enemy forces. it'll take some time, but she's aiming to land at the forest's farther edge. Because there, she can enact a plan... &amp;quot;Those townsfolk are gonna have to learn on their own.... and this is how they could... but just leaving them to get slaughtered wouldn't win me many friends...&amp;quot; her thoughts flicker over Faruja's way for a moment... how odd for a bird to be muttering to itself in the skies.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;It's got some risks, but it's the best I can DO in a shot time...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Marrik was actually curious about the paladin that stopped to listen rather than shoot and burn then never ask. Because of this he had followed der rodent's advice and went traveling. The problem is SUDDENLY ARMY. This left him with a dilemah. Holy warriors would know there was taint around him, but not only were the defenders looking tired and hurt, but the dead recognized he coukd see them, and they weren't above asking him to help.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;r Russia taught him to listen to the dead. This wasn't his fight, he was not a fighter, but how coukd he tell those that lingered no? So he was checking his cost and had a staff in hand waiting for someone that had a clue to tell him where to get.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Now that the moving forces have had time to begin emerging from the forestation, it becomes clear just how big of a movement this truly is. Thousands upon thousands of men clad in gleaming black steel are marching toward Riovanes, their faceless helms and generic armor only serving to accentuate how UTTERLY coldly impersonal, and machine-like, Archadia's battle philosophy is. Take it all by force, ... every man is a cog in the machine, ... and all is nothing before the insurmountable will of House Solidor and its Order of Judges. Nothing else holds value to these faceless demons in platemail other than victory, all will be consumed by overwhelming ambition.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Tomoe would soon find, no matter how strong she may be... impeding this will be no simple feat. Soldiers break off to engage her individual, most of them wielding swords and shields themselves, lead by a guard captain with a high powered machine rifle. The Captain is the first to take a shot at her, even as the airship above speeds ahead and begins to drop bombardments from the sky. And no ordinary bombardments, these. Upon striking earth, paved city street, or home... they will crack wide unleashing an explosion of intense magical flame!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The villagers respond well to Faruja's and his men's attempts to corral them, the defenseless ones anyway, and move toward the Church while some of the men of fighting ability have already either armed themselves or gone to do so, and it is in the city streets that they await for their hated enemy.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The soldiers, themselves, have not yet begun to set foot upon the actual city streets but this does not stop archers and gun men from taking potshots at the village and anyone defending it as the front lines advance steadily.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Where to get? Best to stop those armies from marching in, however possible!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;That other Union people were getting in place to attack tells Ziggy exactly what he has to do. Pulling out an energy cell, Ziggy slides it into his rev morpher, brings his arm up, and slides the lever, to activate it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;RPM, GET IN GEAR!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Whether through sheer luck protecting fools and idiots or not, the resulting energy backlash that accompanies the Ranger's morphing is enough to deflect the arrows coming flying his way. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Wh--what? Whoa! Whoa, they're firing -arrows-?!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Slapping his waist to grab the blaster, which becomes a Turbo Axe, Ziggy brings the axe up before him. &amp;quot;They're just -axeing- for it!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And with a loud hyaaaaaiiii, Ranger Green charges forward into the mass of soldiers. SlashySLASHYSLASH! Any more of that and they'd be proclaiming Ranger Green KING OF SLASH.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;... wait a minute... strike that last sentence. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;A little late, Riva suddenly understands that these guys have some advanced tech. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;This is about when the airship shell hits near her, exploding and throwing her crashing through the brush. &amp;quot;AAAAAAGH!&amp;quot; Riva yells, hitting the ground, groaning for a moment. She peels herself up and shakes her head, grimacing. &amp;quot;That's going to be a problem...&amp;quot; She hisses, before she suddenly withdraws, rushing through the wooded area. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;An army this large has to have logistics. They need food, water, supplies, replacement equipment. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Most importantly, they might have something she can use creatively. As she moves, she quickly takes pot shots, trying to aim for high-value targets to disable enemy mages, snipers, or officers, but never staying in one place. As soon as she hits, she's running. She needs to get to the logistics train.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe knows she can't delay them all but she's going to be seemingly ready for the fith. She takes the shot at hert the blast is intercepted from her shielf and she says. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;You made your choice.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The impact causes something odd the shield deforms for a moemnt going almost like a wireframe and she moves ot engage the force she's going to focus on disabling her foes fast as possible the addage a dead man will be left behind, but two will take a wounded man to safety. She seems very intend to make it hard for them to pass as more srtiel clip into her doing a good deal od famage and revealing her nature and it's to the point the feedback dappers ar enot doing as much as they should then again she runs with them partially disabled.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Potshots away!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Marrik got warning just as he was finished handing swords out, half tempted to rmind the villagers those were loaners when he heard sparks call out just in time for him to raise his coat up to catch several arrows instead of his head. Good news was it didn't kill him. Bad news is he had blunt thimgs thumpimg against him, which still hurt. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He grumbled sourly and brought his pistol up to return fire, hoping more to make them duck down than to actuakly hit anything.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn seems to sigh a little bit, he wanted to try out this new form, but ah well, maybe he will get a chance to use it later. He shifts again, becoming a large winged serpent and he flies over towards where Riva is and leans down towards her. &amp;quot;Hold on tight, and I'll take you up there.&amp;quot; and if she does decide to get on he flies up towards the airship to drop Riva off on it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Of course, he does hiss in pain once the fire shell explodes around him, his hide scorching a bit. He'll get a chance to attack later he supposes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva grabs on to Allyn. &amp;quot;Okay...&amp;quot; She's not sure if this is going to work, but hell, if she can get up there...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; With the civilians protected as best as can be, Faruja teleports to the city's walls alongside those already fighting. He finds the nearest commander, patching into their frequency, before assisting in battle strategy. Thus far? Much the same as the Archadians. Potshots, and slow down the damn marching army. They have little to face the Airship as it bombards the city, the rat caught in a falling shell. He's tossed off of the walls, landing in a bale of hay. He /was/ a member of the Assassins, so he's had that much training. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Magicla energies flare, and the giant form of Bahamut appears in the sky above Riovannes. The Holy Esper roars, and contemptuously spits a ball of powerful primal energies at the flying airship as it flaps its way upwards! It physically tries to impose itself before the great Airship, hopefully drawing its fire rather than the city below.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;And so the attack begins. With FIRE! Gaffgarion gasps as the air suddenly becomes too thick to breathe, coughing as he inhales sparks. OW! His chocobo Melody staggers back as well, squawking in pain at the fire. Quickly Gaffgarion puts out a fire in the bird's feathers, and growls. Uh-oh. They hurt his chocobo!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva's voice comes over the radio, pointing out the airship. &amp;quot;Any who possess flight, follow my lead,&amp;quot; he growls into the radio. That said, he whistles sharply to his chocobo. The bird emits a loud &amp;quot;WARK!&amp;quot; as if of agreement, and takes to the air. He shifts as Melody flies up, shifting to crouch on her back.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And as he gets close enough, jumps off the bird's back and onto the interior deck of the airship. His sword is forward, and he's going to impale somebody if they don't get out of his way. Which is actually what he's trying to do, but...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna does indeed have a plan. not running down there herself and beasting out. That would just get her shot, stabbed, surrounded, and ow ow ow no.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Besides, one Exalt against an ENTIRE army? Well, that might work if she was a Full Moon, but she isn't.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Luna counts on her to be a litle more resouceful, cunning, and sideways than that, and Finna will not disappoint this day.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She lands in the far side of the forest, where many creatures avoiding the loud, marching army have gathered... if one can call it 'gathered,' given how spread out such creatures are. But this is a forest. There are bears, wolves, foxes, birds of prey, owls, rodents, all manner of creatures big and small. Likely many other kinds of creatures, such as Chocobos, given that this is Ivalice!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;As Finna lands in a clearing within the forest, she rears her raptor head and... it quickly starts expanding. While the overall bird-like shape of her body doesn't change, feathers are exchanged for scales, wings shrink into tiny little forearms that dangle in midair, and the two taloned legs grow into pillars of muscle and great strength. Her body shoots up in height and girth, growing from weighing a few pounds at most to multiple tons. And the raptor beak is replaced with a great reptilian maw filled with rows of razor sharp teeth, each the size of a man's knife. Last but not least, a long, tapering lizard tail sprouts from her rump, slapping the ground once with a great, loud THUMP, and knocking dust every which way.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;This is the king of the terrible lizards, the ur-predator of the southern forests, an unrivalled apex predator, the &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot; bold_fg_n bg_n ++ h&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Tyrant Lizard&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Known on earth worlds, perhaps, as the &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot; bold_fg_n bg_n ++ h&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Tyrannosaurus Rex&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna raises the beast's hungry maw and unleashes an unearthly roar packed with Lunar Essence. The sound is deafening to anyone nearby and quite shocking even to the distant army. Something big, something terrible, and something HUNGRY lurks in the forest. Every beast that hears this noise feels the same crushing terror, the same primal impulse. Run, run for your life. Run, run, do not stop, or you will be DEVOURED.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Terror can motivate like few other things. And, driven by supernaturally induced terror, a horde of creatures now stampedes, slithers, lumbers, and sprints through the woods in great numbers...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Right for the invading army's flanks. The creatures certainly have no intention of turning back, and now there is something In Their Way.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Finna says, &amp;quot;mind the beasts!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Finna repeats, now a litle more cheerfully, &amp;quot;Mind the beasts!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Riva Banari says, &amp;quot;I'm going to try to take control of one of the cannons and turn the weapons on their army.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;As it becomes clear that there is -far- more resistance here than planned for, the solid advancing lines of soldiers becomes several. Soldiers begin to break up into formations, lead by guard captains, and advance upon the city. The entire contingent seems keen not to be wholly impeded. The guard captains themselves are easy enough to spot, men wearing massive helms shaped like a demon's visage, they are the only soldiers apparently permitted to possess a 'face'. Each and every one is mounted upon their own Chocobo as well.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Ziggy's charge is met with a wall of shields by the advancing forces he rushes down. Unfortunately for them, though, it is not enough to stop his axe hit from waylaying three of their number! As the men go tumbling down, two more soldiers with swords advance upon him with a combination sword attack!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva's smart attempts to target valuable personnel nets her the swift defeat of several lightly armored gunmen and she also succeeds in knocking a Captain from his perch upon a Chocobo. Soon the other soldiers stop advancing and tighten formations around him, effectively throwing the unit into disarray. As Allyn swoops in to whisk her into the sky however... the pair would find themselves fired upon once again by the riflemen!!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Tomoe's diversion tactics indeed succeed at stopping the advance, temporarily of a contingent of men. If only for confusion. When parts of her begin to vanish, as opposed to bleed, in response to damage... the Captain sees fit to devote an entire line's worth of men to attacking her! Sword strikes, arrows, and all.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Marrik's return fire also nets him several dead men for his accuracy, and it is because of this that the Archadian linemen bring their shields to bear while the riflemen once again return fire.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Bahamut does the sort of damage one could only expect an esper to, the gargantuan blasts of raw magical power decimates an entire two lines of men and sends yet another contingent into a panic. But even so, they manage to return fire - this time, literal fire!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Finna's distraction proves to be most devastating of all... however. Hordes of Yellow and Red chocobo stampede from the forest, along with Goblins and Bombs, and if the roar weren't enough to make the advancing forces pay attention... this -is-. An entire two contingents stop advancing completely, turning their shields and weaponry upon the oncoming stampede... as gunners and mages flings spells all the while! The military organization is strong here but it isn't enough to prevent their lines being broken!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Those approaching the airship's deck would doubtlessly hear alarms sound the moment fighters approach the steel hull. Sliding mechanical doors spill open, and outpour more men in armor and... dogs. Imperial Mastiffs, in fact, dogs with jet black and brown coats bred for fighting in war! Gaffgarion's attacks waylay several men, but even stilll those dogs are quick to attack. With all of the efficiency they've been trained for, they go straight for the limbs as well!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It is apparent that the Duke has noticed the aid he has received, for this lot would soon find that his Lordships forces - clad in white cloth and gleaming siver steel - begin to charge down from the fortress in droves and spill into the streets. It won't be long until they've joined the defending forces in the streets either.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Somewhere nearby, atop the bell tower, a figure encased in black armor looks on. A woman with hair of darkest black, eyes red as burning embers, and skin as pale as death itself. Her hair is pulled back into a neat tail, which spills down the back of her plate mail. Draped off her soulders is a cloak, dyed red like blood...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva takes some bullets as she is flowin into the air. She screams in pain and almost lets go, but she manages to maintain a grip. Allyn drops her off, and she lands, staggering in pain from the wounds. &amp;quot;Ugh. I'm going to definately need a taco after this.&amp;quot; She grunts.. And then blinks at the Mastiffs coming in for the kill. &amp;quot;Ohgod! BAD DOGS! BAD! BAD DOGS!&amp;quot; She begins firing rapidly, green-glowing energy bullets rolling out to strike at them as she tries to kite her way into the ship. She runs, deciding against attacking and more working to just simply /run/ towards where she estimates the cannons should be. She fires at whatever looks opportunistic at the time, more than willing to try to force-seal bulkheads behind her to cut off pursuit. She knows she's grossly outnumbered here and has no idea what Gafgarion is going to do.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;That these were -men- that he was using his axe on and not grinders has Ziggy pulling his blows a bit. Reluctant to use full force, Ziggy keeps swinging here and there, until suddenly he finds himself confronted by a wall of shields. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;RComing to a stop with a flail of his arms and legs, one can almost -feel- the eyes widen behind Ranger Green's visor as he exclaims, &amp;quot;Uh oh... these guys have more shields up than Doc K around her ice cream.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Distracted as he was by the ones with the shields, Ranger Green's smacked by a double combination sword attack, and he goes flying heads over heels, a shower of sparks accompanying the hits to his chest. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Ughhh... whoa! These guys are -serious-!&amp;quot; Ranger Green exclaims, using the axe to stagger to his feet, his knees wobbling and swaying. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I don't have much choice, do I? Okay, it's time to get serious! Ziggy-FU! CHARGE!&amp;quot; Bringing his axe up in front of him, Ziggy charges, twisting and turning, tumbling forward and then going flippity-flop and swinging the axe at the swordsmen! &amp;quot;HIIIIYAAAAAIIIII!&amp;quot; $R&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Marrik's coat survived even rifle shot, but as before just because the rounds didn't pierce the enchanted fabric did not mean he got away free from harm. Bruising would happen if he survived if it hadn't started already. Actually he was hurting enough to just not care if his allies shot him later. So after sending Faruja a radio message as warning he summoned his power. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Black threads shot out from his hands seekking any corpse inside the city's walls, friend, enemy, recent or old did not matter. He poured power in as a second spell triggered. Ghosts newly made and long lingering faded into view. They would not be tangible, but for every round fired at them was one less at the living. The dead knew the desperation this place faced so let the necromancer work his will to the amplified sound of a heart-like drum beat that rang out. These ghost marched forward towards the enemy shrieking like banshees out for revenge... which is basivslly what they were. Though insubstantial their rage should provide reaction in the attackers, hopefully causing them to break rank, or at least question what they were shooting at.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;This was mere distraction though. The true woeking he was building would take time to bear fruit. All as Marrik stood there laughing. It was terrible and foul, and he felt ALIVE!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn hisses when he gets shot with the gunfire. Well, there goes his wings again right? well at least those flight feathers that had just grown back in. After dropping Riva off, he plummets down towards the ground, at least until he manages to right himself and then manages to kind of glide back down towards the ground. It kind of sucks not having any other special powers and studd sometimes doesn't it?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He manages to glide down beside the T-Rex formed Finna dn hisses at her in greeting and then shifts form once more, returning to the huge komodo dragon form. Well, what could be mroe frightening than two large, predatory lizards? &amp;quot;Tag team 'em?&amp;quot; he asks the taller reptile.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe has lost sigh of man of her allies, she's also falling into take mode at this point. She does not seem keen to kill but she's learned many ways to take someone down otherwise. She moves weaving in times with the strikes keeping up close where she can. Arrows however do strike her, burring themselves in her. There's pain here the amount pain he she tries to push on she can't lock them all down but she can however keep these guys locked up. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I am Tomoe the Iron Lily I will not fall to the likes of you!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She parries a good deal of blows and starts to chant, golden runes appear about her and soon as her chanting finishes light rays start to rain down upon the soldiers.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Scales and blood spills from Bahamut as it's fired upon, mage-flame dancing and searing the King of Dragon's scales. The magic of it's physical body shows as said debris simply fades away in sparks of power, Faruja below sweating as he concentrates to maintain the great Esper. It's no small task, and every blow to the creature tasks him mentally. He has a splitting migraine by now, but the grand dragon holds its place. Casting his eyes downwards, it spies the rushing horde, and warriors soon backing them up. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The flanks are taken care of. Swooping down, Bahamut attempts to land amidst the front ranks, physically crushing those beneath him. Then, he'll start swiping with sharp claws, before once more belching atomic flame into the army itself. Even more than death, it seeks to cause chaos and disruption within the mighty war machine of Archadia. /Humiliation/. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja, himself, has managed to stagger out of the hay bale, and spies Marrik. The laughing, the dark magick...he very nearly pukes. Bahamut wavers as he nearly loses hold, but only for a moment. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He knows the laugh, and the look of one succumbing to corruption. He leans down, and picks up the greatest weapon he has. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Actions--&amp;amp;gt; Fundaments --&amp;amp;gt; Throw Stone. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The laughing Marrik will get a nice, hard, almost Toph-like throw of a rock towards the head.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Gaffgarion manages to NOT plummet to his death for his bold move! Always a plus. And here Gaffgarion is about to launch into a spiel about ending lives rather than sparing them, and suddenly...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The clamping jaws of the dogs hurt, but thankfully his armor protected him from too terribly much damage. Unfortunately freeing himself form their jaws also ties him up for attacking purposes...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;However! He's not alone! He gives a sharp whistle, and Melody lands on the deck beside him. She suddenly begins to flap her wings... and then 'coughs' a large projectile at the attacking soldiers thinking to make use of that time her master is freeing himself from dog jaws!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Creatures of all shapse and sizes, huh? Finna wasn't expecting Goblins, Bombs, and Chocobos, but they'll do! Almost a pity that many will die, but that's what necessity means, and she'll stand her right as a Chosen of Luna to call upon nature's resources... even if it's NOT her world.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Sure, some of them get hit with spells. Bombs might burst, Chocobo will burn and sizle, feathers smoldering, but few things will turn from the creature that now charges along with it all. Right on the tail of the initial stampede... waiting just long enough for the lines to jitter and shudder and formations to lose a little cohesion.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;From out of the treeline comes a great two legged beast with feet the size of a man, a maw large enough to bite a man in half, and a tail that would fell perhaps even an elephant with one well placed strike.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;It comes charging out of the trees, scattering ranches and leaving massive footprints with every echoing step. WHOMPF WHOMPF WHOMPF.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Its cry is guttural and simultaneously a trumpeting howl that flattens grass and invokes a primal fear in the deepest parts of a man's soul. That urge every creature made of meat feels when it's faced with teeth in the dark. Run, for you are prey.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;There will probably much pants-wetting and worse smells about.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;For added effect, Finna raises up to the creature's full height and unleashes another ROAR for good measure, declaring the WHOLE ARMY to be prey.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Sure, she might not be able to beat them all, but she doesn't have to be ABLE to do that.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Only make them THINK she can do that.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The great Tyrant Lizard looks once over at the great Komodo Dragon. It snorts once, in approval.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva's attempt to force her way into the interior hull is, expectedly, not without resistance. Soldiers move into her path to bar it, swinging bladed weapons, and dogs charge her with all the haste of a blood-thirsty animal out for a kill. Her shots put down two of the dogs, but a third literally leaps at her head/throat area with an intent to bite. Whether that hits or not, the soldiers barring her path to the interior too will attempt to force her back with a charging shield bash. A stone, shot by Gaffgarion's melody, manages to nail one and knock him down. She may, or may not, get past them... but even if she does she's two spiraling staircases to climb inside the dimly lit interior before she can make it to the gunner platform. The area inside, lit mostly by the dull glow of magitek lights, is hazardous as well... if not for the soldiers and dogs... certainly for the possibility of falling over a rail into those extremely loud engines below!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Men begin to fall in much greater numbers now that Ranger Green has leapt into their formation. The formation itself temporarily falls into disarray, not just for the soldiers thinning out to fight him but also for the fact that the first to be hit was, in fact, a captain! The armored man with demon-shaped helm falls screaming form his Chocobo as his men fall around him as well! Gunners in the back row fire upon Ranger Green, though, as two axe-bearing men charge him to engage him in team combat!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Some of the Soldiers marching into the street stop DEAD in their tracks as Marrik's ghastly ghouls suddenly appear to assail them! Ghosts are not, in themselves, an usual sight in Ivalice... yet even still the screaming banshes provoke eough fear to stop the advancement of an entire two contingents! Only the Captains have enough gall to yell out orders for advancement, but one of them is quickly silenced by an arrow as Duke Barrington's forces arrive proceeded by arrow fire and spells and charge them all down!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Tomoe's magical attack takes out many men, in several rows of at least two advancing parties! As their numbers fall, however, they keep adavancing with extreme prejudice - soldiers shifting places to take up important holes as best as they are able. Yet, she has at least forced one of them to turn their attentions against her... several firing off more rounds in her direction in reply. A small number of friedly forces, clad in white cloth and silver steel rush to defend her from behind though. Or more appropriately, they rush the advancing contingent... throwing steel against steel and serving as a distraction for her as well!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Bahamut's swift descent incites the sort of terror that only an arriving demi-god properly can, causing the rank and file to attempt to scatter about! Unfortuately for the Captain, he along with several of his men are CRUSHED utterly dead beneath Bahamut's heft before he can ever bark out another order. This not only stops this particular grouping of soldiers, but also forces another group to change their course to come and help! The esper itself serve as a pleasant break for the defending soldiers, tireless and technically unkillable as they are. It also allows time for Barrington's archers and mages to take positions on rooftops and fire upon them as a contingent of his own wades in!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The dogs do, eventually, let go at the tail end of Gaffgarion's struggle... at least one of them yelping in surprise as it goes skidding across the steel floor! Two more gunmen emerge from the door across the way though, and erstwhile fire upon the dastardly knight with their mechancal rifles!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Finna's charging roar is finally enough to break even Archadian military cohesion! After all no one in Ivalice has EVER seen anything like IT except for Bahamut. The general consensus with giant lizards is RUN and that is exactly what happens! Soldiers bash into one another in attempt to escape, men scatter, and their captains with them... if only to yell &amp;quot;GET THE HELL BACK HERE &amp;amp;lt;insert Archadian curse word here&amp;amp;gt;!&amp;quot; An entire two contingents fall into disarray, some even hurting themselves considerably and in general making a HUGE MESS of the Archadian advancement (as though it weren't already!)&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;By now, the entre Archadian effort is pretty much in a state of near complete disarray due to the various forces acting upon it, giving Barrington a clean shot at pushing back or even anniihlating what's left with his own smaller force! But it's not quite over yet...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Like a shot out of the blue, there comes a sudden sound of rushing of water...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...And from out of practically nowhere, a GIGANTIC tidal wave of water spills down a streetway and sweeps many more Archadian soldiers off their feet. It then crashes harmlessly into a vacated house, before seemingly dissipating... leaving may of the enmy units dead or at least disarmed. From the direction of that tidal wave, that shady female figure clad in black armor slowly makes her way into the city...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;That Ranger Green's momentum had carried him into a captain on a chocobo... &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;People ride LIVE GIANT YELLOW CHICKENS?! Oh, Ranger Yellow's going to -love- this...!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;... was a bit of a surprise to him. &amp;quot;Oh hey guys, make it easy on me, surrender, okay? We're the good guys here, you're the bad guys, you're not going to win and... WHOOPS!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Bringing his own axe up to block the axe-wielders, Ranger Green was smacked backward by the force of the blows. At least he wasn't hurt, but the ground was definitely sparking a bit as he flails backward. &amp;quot;Yellow's going to be so pissed if I hit any more yellow chickens. At least she's nowhere near as protective about her zord as Red or Black are about _their_ cars. Talk about overreacting. One scratch, you'd think the world ended... you guys aren't listening, are you? Just...&amp;quot; Swinging the axe wildly, he buries it into a tree. &amp;quot;Crap...!&amp;quot; And then he lifts himself up onto the axe handle and flails out with his feet at the axe-swingers! &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Laughter, sick and unhealthy laughter rolled from Marrik as he was tetering on the edge of control. Then SUDDEN ROCK TO THE FACE. combined with most grumpy templar chatter from his earpiece brought him somewhere approxiating sanity. He blinked and looked at what was going on. Ghosts had caused the forward advance to stop combined with giant godzilla lizard horror monsters and other assorted calamities. Power filled him as the drum beat was joined by the distaint mournful peal of church bells. &amp;quot;Rise!&amp;quot; He shoute as the dead heeded his call. No matter their side in the conflict they rose. &amp;quot;Defend this land.&amp;quot; He pointed at the invaders. &amp;quot;Drive them back and defend these people.&amp;quot; zone off the slain from the attacking army frowned at Marrik, who shrugged helplessly and made a flat handed 'down' motion, causing it and its comrads to return to a state of true death.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The rest joined in the frey, advancing in spite of gunfire or spells, heedless of danger or damage elentlessly on the advancing army, dead eyes looking forward as spell enhanced kimbs punched and kicked and even bit those that dared invade this place.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn hisses and charges forward once Finna agrees with him, he goes after some of the soldiers that are running into each other in a panic, he's not going to bite them, but he does swing around and whacks them with his tail as hard s he can.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Guns! Gaffgarion's seen those before. They're usually bad news. He angles his shield when he's fired upon, and deflects some of the bullets away. Not all of them though, several do pierce his armor, and he staggers back with a grunt of pain. Fortunately this doesn't seem to be enough to put him down. This proves to be unfortunate for the soldiers.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Is there something here that looks particularly important? Like it might be in charge of the propulsion of the ship? Because, with a clenched fist, Gaffgarion casts Fira at it. Meanwhile Melody charges into the ranks of soldiers, kicking and pecking at the soldiers!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is taking more damage or in her mind injuries she notices that there's backup coming she lets out a cry and attemps to keep the enemy upon her over them. She knows as ever she'll always be disposable given her nature and that's fine with her. She moves in tying get theiot attention she will attmeot to bowl into the enemy ranks. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She leaps up into the air now and her wings flare out coming to life, she rises abov ethe enemy and then dives bombs trhm tring to blow them all off hteir feet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva screams as the massive mastiff's jaws close around her head. It hurts. A lot. reflexively, Riva pumps bullets into the dog's body, trying to force it to release. As soon as it does, Riva staggers, feeling the hot blood running down her body fro mthe brutal mauling she received. She doesn't even want to look in the mirror right now. The rush of pain and adrenalin pushes her forward. the only thing that she can do is keep moving, throwing herself forward as Gafgarion cleverly opens up a hole. The other man smashes into her, knocking her aside. She pushes back against the wall, kicking back to try to slip past. She can feel herself getting weaker, leaving a trail of red spatters as she runs along, clambering up the stairs to get to the gunnery platform. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And then her eyes widen as she sees the problem. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;More dogs. More soldiers. Dangerous footing, and the low chug of deadly engines below. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Well, there's more than one way to skin a cat.&amp;quot; she rasps, and reaches behind herself to pull out of... somewhere... A green plastic-covered block. Upon it is sprayed in white stencil: C4. She jams a small device into the block, pushing it through the wrapping, and hits a button. It chirps as LEDs light up, and she turns and throws it down off the platform towards the noise. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A moment later, a soldier smasher into her, knocking her down. She looks up, red spreading from her wounds as she holds up her hand. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The man doesn't recognize a dead man's switch when he sees one. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And then she lets go.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion says, &amp;quot;'Tis time for the rats to flee this sinking ship.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Or something like that is about what the soldiers are gonna make out, as Finna goes to town alongside a bunch of terrified monsters and beasts, and probably Allyn. She is no real fan of slaughters, hence her effots to cause the army to shit its pants and disperse, so when she does go on the attack, maybe they'll just run. But well, they are unlikely to surrender to a giant animal, so she'll just have to hope they don't push her to start really eating them or something.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Because unlike a beast, which would probably do that, she instead favors slapping the ground repeatedly near them to knock them off their feet, sweep them away, kick, and headbutt through formations, aiming to shed as little blood as possible. But well, blood is gonna be spilt when you're a massive beast facing squishy humans in armor...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Ziggy's mock Chocobo Kick is an unexpected move, and it sends both axe-wielders flying away to land in a heap on top of one another! It'll be a while before the others following behind can charge him though... he'd best hope he can get that axe free!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Marrik's zombie hordes do a respectable job of scattering Archadian soldiers already stressed from the mounting losses and the pressure the Duke's forces are exerting. What of their number aren't scattered get a very unfortunate invitation to join the umbers of the dead soon after.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Ally's charge is frightening one that, with a T-Rex nearby, serves only to further cause the Archadian ranks to fall into disarray. The massive tail swipe, too, sends large numbers of armored men tumbling to the ground with heavy injuries!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The assault of the Black Chocobo sends soldiers sprawling, some falling over the railing in the ship where they tumble into the engine with a worrisome grinding of gears! The combined pyrotechnical assault of Gaffgarion and Riva causes the engines to be UTTERLY destroyed moments later but now... there's jus ONE problem.... with the utterly massive ship's propulsion systems (and various other systems temmporarily) offline... the ship interior is thrown into darkness momentarily... as the behemoth itself pitches violently and begins to fall toward a nearby forest! The screams of everyone onboard resonate in here enough to induce headache, nevermind the sudden sickness such a lurch might induce...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Now, finally, the Archadian's have completely lost it. The sight of the cruiser falling overhead, and their quickly dwindling numbers, forces a sudden call for retreat from what's left of the Archadian commanders and immediately they and what is left of their forcees begin to withdraw in droves. The ones not being still beaten, bludgeoned, and battered with arrows and spells anyway...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The female in black armor, laced with glowing wards, and eyes like fire watches silently for a few moments as the Achadians depart in silence. She stands there for several moments before...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...a flash comes from her immediate vicinity and she is gone again...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn would chuckle if he could, but hey that's just something he can't manage to do in an animal shape. He lumbers over towards Finna and nudges her and then gives her a nip. &amp;quot;You need to teach me how to change into one of those.&amp;quot; and then ponders for a few moments, &amp;quot;Want to wrestle to see who's stronger in our current forms?&amp;quot; he hisses, sounds kind of like a snicker.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:541|Marrik (541)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Strange thing is Marrik hasn't been raising the enemy troops as the dead. Still, those that had raised did their job well. As the ghosts flickered back into invisability the undead dragged the true dead outside of the city. If left undesturbed the Undead would then attempt to find their proper graves or, in the case of newly slain, start filling them back in before picking unclaimed spots in the cemeteries to lsy down if they were allowed to perform this task.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Once that was done he slumped in place and hobbled along, having used a greater portion of his mana for that stunt. Time to see if he could keep the living alive by keeping them in their bodies til healers could get there.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Undead, a tidal wave that /isn't/ him, and breaking ranks of Archadians. What a bloody night. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja will deal with Heresy later. For now? He can barely see, caught on the edge of unconsciousness. Bahamut increasingly wavers. The great Esper wobbles, huffing at his summoner's impeding collapse. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; With all of the power of a Demigod, the great beast turns to the work that Finna and Marrik have done. With nothing but contempt, it spits the last of its remaining magic into a burst of power that's aimed directly for the middle of the line of Archadian soldiers. The chaos means nothing. Its Summoner, as he collapses unconscious, merely asks for death to these soldiers. With luck, Bahamut delivers before fading into motes of pure magic.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Come on, you stupid...&amp;quot; Ranger Green exclaims, as he managed to clear enough room that he can brace his feet against the tree, and pull at the axe. Yankyank--- YOINK! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Falling over and roling about, Ranger Green comes to a stop, facedown against the ground, and then pulls himself up, and waving the axe. &amp;quot;All right, villains! I'm -ready- for you... huh?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Spinning around, Ranger Green finds himself staring at a Chocobo, visor to beak. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;KWEH?!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;EH?!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe has one what she could to stop them and it seems the battle is over at this point it wont' be forever she knows that but they did hold right? She's trying to not think about the fight. She wonders why she's still doing this playing at being the Knight. She thinks everyone else risks themselves she does not. She comes in fort a landing but she looks at what Marrik did and there's no small amount of terror in her mind, she just wants to log out and get away from all this.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Goffard Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Blast it!&amp;quot; Gaffgarion growls as the ship goes dark. Now he can't see. A predator's eyes are much better, though, and when Gaffgarion whistles, the chocobo comes barreling back to him. He mounts up on Melody's back and notes, &amp;quot;'Tis time for the rats to flee this sinking ship.&amp;quot; Looking to Riva, &amp;quot;If you need a way off of this ship, make haste. I'll not wait.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Whether Riva takes him up on his offer or not, Gaffgarion's jumping ship in the next moment. He's not waiting long enough to crash. He emits a sharp whistle and Melody leaps from the deck the way they came in, fluttering down to the ground again. He pauses, long enough to see the Archadians are fleeing.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Somebody better grab the Fell Knight, he looks like he's about to give chase to the fleeing Archadians. His intent? Yup, chase 'em down and kill 'em. He /does/ have a reputation for brutality and cruelty, it had to come from somewhere. &amp;quot;GET BACK HERE COWARDS, SO THAT I MAY GUT YOU PROPERLY!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Finna says, &amp;quot;Theeeere we go!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Finna says, &amp;quot;hehehe. Never underestimate the forest, you creeps!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Tomoe seems to be breathing somewhat heavily. &amp;quot;...is it over...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;Nope you don't want to do that, never underestimate nature!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Archadian army has, finally, for the most part departed... what is left of them are either dead, grievously injured, or presently being taken into custody as prisoners of war by Duke Barrington's soldiers. The ebon armored knights swiftly make for the forest from which they came... with Gaffgarion apparently hot on their heels!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The knights in white cloth, and silver armor, have seen their share of dead and wounded as well... but thanks to the efforts of the gathered heroes - they are minimal. The advancement of Archades never even managed to make it to the Church, where the civilians await notice of war's end, or the castle fortress looming high above either. Truly a humiliating loss for Archades indeed! This will not sit well with House Solidor, but for now... peace in Riovanes is at the very least restored...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The remains of the Archadian cruiser, erstwhile, have crashed into the forest in the distance... smoke rises from its interior hull as it lay nestled in the grove it created by obliterating a large swath of trees. THAT too will have to be dealt with soon...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;As the cruiser lurches to one side, the engines exploding in a massive fireball, it occurs to Riva that she didn't think this all the way through.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Like how to get /off/ the craft safely. She doesn't know if this thing even HAS lifeboats, let alone where they are or if they're still there. She staggers back to her feet and quickly takes the Chocobo Express with Gaffgarion, flopping off and leaving the Dark Knight to chase down the survivors as he wills. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;On the ground, Riva quietly slumps against a tree, breathing heavily. The army has been driven back, against all odds. She really was not expecting any of that to work.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>416/Pub Meet: Cuckoolander</title>
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|Date of Scene=2014/08/14&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=After an investigation, and a daring jaunt into the mines, the party that pursued Beowulf and his Dragon into the mines wants some answers. And so, they venture down to the pub to see if he's still around for the telling...&lt;br /&gt;
|Thanks=&lt;br /&gt;
|Cast of Characters=6, 129, 152, 236, 307, 495, 513&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
|pretty=yes&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Poses&lt;br /&gt;
|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Gollund - It's nearly nightfall, the sinking sun's descent on the horizon has the sky awash in a brilliant mixture of orange, yellow, violet and blue shades over which sparse clouds almost glowing gold hang. The Felmarian Plains is... saturated with snow as usual. Several inches deep and frigid to the touch, especially as a southbound wind blows through. The citizenry are as sparse as the clouds, most have taken to their homes by now... the few that haven't have probably taken to...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...the tavern. There is a raucous noise coming from that direction too, as a cacophony of voices resonate from within and without. Sounds of laughter and drunken fellows making merry upon the old wooden deck, celebrating their precious hours of freedom as only hard working Ivalician men know how. Every candle, torch, and/or chandelier is lit tonight... making the tavern easily the brightest area in this small little mining town out in the middle of nowhere.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Upon closer inspection, there appears to be at least ten men on the deck tonight. Many are seated around tables, drinking and playing cards. Some, however, are standing... and moving about... even as the bar maids come and go themselves. One man, who has probably had one too many, seems to be... attempting to dance in a far corner by himself. If one is watching carefully, they might even see a brief flare of purple behind him off deck and around the tavern side... but it's gone the moment his gaze wanders in that direction.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; A Templar leaving service. It's a rare thing, usually leading to a position in the clergy, or simply training the next generation of knights of the Church. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then there's desertion. Any Order of knights has that problem, and it's never a pleasant duty to attend to. Thus, the distinctly /not/ merry figure of one Faruja Senra steps into the bar. Dressed in brown robes and a cross, he limp-walks in, playing the part of a lowly priest. After all, depending on /just/ what the man he's hunting for says, it might be best to not be recognized if he can help it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; For now, the rat finds a seat at the bar, single eye discretely taking stock of all about. The dancing man in the corner does draw the eye a touch!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva is here, but she's not in Templar uniform. She doesn't want to give the wrong message tonight. If the man wants to get out of the business, that's none of her business. What she /is/ interested in, are the other things she heard from him. She is seeking out this man, this... Beowulf Cadmus, for her own research and interrogation. She's dresses in a black coat, shirt and slacks. She might be notable, but probably not nearly as notable as her Templar uniform. She arrives at the bar and orders a drink, looking around casually as she plops down a couple gil to pay for it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn limps into the bar slowly, seems the wolf is pretty slow to heal from wounds he got not all that long ago. His ears and tail lowered as he makes his way inside the bar. He glances around for a few moments and pads over towards the fireplace and curls up on the ground. Well, it's probably not the best vantage point to be in, but his ears perk a little so he can keep tabs on sounds and such here and there.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;There's more than one robed man in the tavern that evening. Auron is wearing his hooded red outfit again. Though unlike Faruja, he wears no cross. He doesn't have his Katana this time, but he is by no means unarmed -- he has his hidden blades with him. They are, as the name implies, hidden under his sleeves. He's left his hood up as well, to hide the top of his face, and the scarf hides the bottom of his face.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He enters the tavern a bit after the others, taking a seat nearby Faruja without being too close. Yet he's not so far away that he can't see the others. A way to make it seem that they're not together, while still keeping close enough that they can keep in contact.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is a bit behind the others in her time arriving, Tomoe had been a bit behind Auron in his arrival she's got a hood up but it does not too much to deflect whom it is. Given how tall she is she tends to stand out in that regard in this world. She moves to sit down however and seem to be just here to get drink and something to eat. That is not the cause but apperance right? Still from the looks of her she might be some sort of templar.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna's here! in fact, she's been here for a while. Did she pre-empt Faruja? Probably. But whatever the case, there's another serving girl among the flotilla, and nobody seems to be paying ANY attention whatsoever to her fox ears and tail - eyes simply slide away from them, and from the fact that she has never been here before.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;As opposed to JUST pickpocketing gil from the locals, she's at least chosen to do some work while snitching a handful of gil from here and a handful from there, until she's secreted up about a few days' wages worth!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She's of course, told nobody any of this, and never will. So when Faruja ambles in, her nose wrinkles once, and she casts a smile his way! SMILE SMILE! WELCOME!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;When Allyn moves toward the fireplace, from beneath the blanket of raucous bar noise comes the subtle clicking of wood againt wood and a closing latch. Soft thuds of leather boots make their way slowly across the second floor balcony, stopping only to turn slightly and descend a long stairwell to the first floor.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;From behind the hanging chandelier, suspended well above the bar floor, and down the second floor stairway, comes a well-dressed man. In comparison to the even the most well kempt man here, he is an impeccable image of nobility. This despite the wearied expression which can be found in his features. He is a sharp-looking man with sandy blonde hair swept neatly back, wearing a ruffled orange scarf over an evergreen coat and silver breast plate with pants of white silk. A sword, encased in white scabbard with gold trim rocks gently at his waist with each step down toward the first floor... while cream-colored fingertips glide softly over the rail.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His descent is met, briefly, by an approaching bar maiden bearing drinks. Briefly, a one-way exchange occurs... with the girl eyeing him with an inviting smile. And yet, he nary even affords her more attention than it takes to move from her path.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The man moves toward the bar, briefly addressing the bartender. Anyone within earshot might hear him say, &amp;quot;...Sleep eludes me this night as well. ... Wine please.&amp;quot; before he casts his eyes about... where it falls upon Allyn in the corner particularly...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja recognizes Riva, Tomoe, Auron, and Finna alike, the rat flicking his tail once to each one. Otherwise? He remains relatively motionless as he orders a drink. Should Finna pass by? There's a wink. Someone's here and being discrete! Rare for the rat. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Blonde hair, impeccable looks, right height. That's his man. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The nezumi moves a seat down, and offers a kindly smile. Sip ale. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Methinks wine, good Ser, shan't do ye well upon that matter. Might I suggest visiting a White Mage? Or mayhaps prayer.&amp;quot; The last bit is whispered, and the rat taps his cross meaningfully.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;It was a matter of time. Her questions said that the man was still here. And in order for him to leave, he'd have had to take the dragon with him. And that's... a little harder to disguise. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva sits there nursing her drink for a bit, mentally comparing it to things she's had before while giving him a few moments to sit and relax. Well, it's better than Budweiser...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;You look like you have a lot on your mind, Sir.&amp;quot; Riva comments, looking over to him with a small smile. &amp;quot;Having so much weighing on you doesn't seem to work for you. Care to share? Maybe another perspective can help.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn feels a little lazy with the fire warming his fur, though yeah it might be a little strange for a wolf to just be laying there like that. His ears do perk a little more as he hears the sound of footsteps coming from up above, but other than that he doesn't make a response. He listens for the sound of them coming down the stairs as well, staying alert, but unmoving.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He does open his eyes and lift his head off his paws though once he feels the man's eyes on him as he returns the look and tilts his head curiously. Not sure why the man is looking at him so, but curious, well maybe the man recognizes him or something. He also gives a sniff in the man's direction, though he might not smell anything because they are in an inn afterall and there is a lot to smell, but for now he's just acting like any normal animal would.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The sound of someone descending the stairs has Auron tilting his head in that direction, just enough to see who it is. He waits in his place though, until the man has found a place to settle. Then, while others speak and offer moral guidance, Auron merely places himself nearby, offering silent support. He doesn't want to overwhelm him. However he does offer a nod of greeting, and tilts his head up just enough that his face can be seen for a moment. Just to let the other man know who he is. He's not a thief, don't worry.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna does return the wink as she passes by Faruja, and keeps an ear open towards the man and the goings-on. But she knows from experience that a CRAPLOAD of people dogpiling on one soggy-minded sleep-deprived man in a tavern is NOT gonna go over well, so she doesn't join that effort.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Instead, she takes a minute break from her work to ASSAULT wolf-Allyn with scritches behind the ears and a thorough batch of affectionate petting! Even belly rubs, if he goes for that thing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe looks over to Faruja but she says nothing yet, she gets her order placed and she leans back in her chair as she moves to wait and watch really. That's mostly what she's here for right? She does take note of Riva whom is new, well to the multiverse but she seems to be adapting well enough to things. Allyn gets a glance but not much else. Auron? Well shes pretty sure it might be Auron is also taken note of Finna however is the wild card to Tomoe. Who the heck is she? She does seem to known Allyn or can't resit the pull of a dog/wolf to pet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The man brings his head to rest against his arms, eyes falling on darkness as he tucks his head into them. The bartender walks away to fetch a bottle, and a glass, from a nearby rack. The bar maiden walks back behind him, glancing at his back briefly before moving along to another table.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His fingers tap, quietly a few times, and then Faruja's words fall upon his ears... followed shortly by Riva's... and he lifts his head lethargically before glancing this way and that.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Auron's silent glance is noted, and the man seems at least mildly visibly relieved that he didn't also pounce upon him as the other two did. Auron gets a slow nod, a hand is lifted to brush a stray lock of earthen blonde hair, and he sits up. A hand moves to tug at his scarf a bit, as the bartender returns with the crystal glass, and then slides across the bar quickly to procure it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Would that they might...&amp;quot;, he replies softly to Faruja, &amp;quot;...but these wounds, are of the Church's doing.&amp;quot; A simple, almost defiant, statement... with its edged softened only by noble mannerism. There's clearly some enmity there.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His gaze alights to Riva, and the glass is lowered from his lips after a soft, wet, inhalation. &amp;quot;...I dare say, you look familiar.&amp;quot; It takes a moment for him to process it and then, &amp;quot;...ah, yes. Of course. But I suppose you already have a base understanding of what ails me... come to dig a bit deeper then?&amp;quot; He takes another drink, and sighs. &amp;quot;...I can fault you none for that. I know what it is like... to pursue truth ardently...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His glance falls, momentarily on Tomoe as they glance towardd Faruja again... he takes stock of the girl, then offers to no one in particular... &amp;quot;...I feel as though I am well known...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva nods in response to Beowulf's response. &amp;quot;The problems you face sound like the kind that don't go away easily... And the kind of thing my people frown upon deeply.&amp;quot; Riva shrugs, and takes another drink. &amp;quot;You've got a lot of problems, and you know things that can help crack this thing wide open. I want to help you deal with the problem, because what you described is bad news not just for you, but for everyone.&amp;quot; She gestures with the tankard. &amp;quot;So help me help you. If you can detail what you know about the situation maybe we can fix it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe looks to the man as he arrives she keeps an eye on him curious about this. She looks the man for a moment, she tilts her head at Beowulf and sets down her drink to speak to hi. She pulls back her ood after a second as well. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;It kinda does end up tht way I admit Sir. It's also true you seem to be in a great deal of trouble as well. We may be able to help you in the end if your willing to work with us.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; A clawed hand upon the table squeezes just slightly. He buries his muzzle in his drink, downing half of it as he lets alcohol soothe away his anger at so bold a statement from a former knight. But hasn't the rat felt similar wounds? The touch of Heresy has been more widespread as of late. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Riva in particular gets Faruja's note. He /smiles/. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Methinks the Lady speaks the truth. Confession is oft a cleansing thing Ser. Though one done in...&amp;quot; There's the briefest nod to Riva, and in the general direction of all of those he's seen tonight. These are people he trusts to various degrees. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Private.&amp;quot; There's gold being gently counted out, as if the rat's about to rent a room. A bit more than that, no doubt for privacy. He simply doesn't trust so many ears here.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn sniffs at Finna when she starts to scritch and pet him, though he wouldn't let just anyone do that. It's unbecoming of a wolf, but he knows Finna and doesn't seem to mind the attention. He even rolls over to have his belly rubbed for her, even going as far as licking her hand and then chewing on it playfully. He know's she's not human and that's why he feels that it is alright for him to actually enjoy it. He does wince a little though, because he's still injured, but yet, he plays on. Though while he is playing with her, he still tries to keep an eye on the others and the man that they are talking to, as he is curious about what is being said. He nuzzles Finna's hand and presses his cold nose against her plam, nudging her a little to watch and listen too.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Here is where Auron speaks, in response to the 'well known' comment. &amp;quot;Perhaps you are,&amp;quot; he offers quietly. &amp;quot;Or perhaps we also know pain, and sensed a kindred spirit in you.&amp;quot; He falls silent then, and nods to Riva's words. And then to Faruja's statement. &amp;quot;Good idea,&amp;quot; he replies.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Poor beast. Got in a fight, huh?&amp;quot; Finna whispers, with almost conspiratorial interest. She even goes on to whisper, &amp;quot;Hopefully it was a win.&amp;quot; Scritch-scritch. She easens up on the assault now that she sees the injuries, avoiding the hurt areas. Her own tail starts wagging faster, and for one brief moment it looks like she's about to pounce Allyn! That would be when he starts getitng mouthy! She doesn't seem to mind that kind of attention at all. As if expecting it, she even wrestles against the playbite playfully a bit!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But then, she gives him a wink. One that suggests she's on to things.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Because she turns about, eyes on the distant man and ears sharpening their hearing through the use of focused Essence. Suddenly, the faintest whisper becomes clear to Finna, and she'll have no trouble listening to that conversation from across the room! Despite the din...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The dark-skinned ex-Templar casts a sidelong glance toward Faruja, as he speaks, and the thin line of his lips turn a bit. He looks almost remorseful, &amp;quot;...I have no sins to confess, but some which I must cleanse even still.&amp;quot; There's a pause. He shifts his eyes back to the far wall across from him, &amp;quot;...apologies, ser, for my misgivings. Days of sleeplessness, and my love bereft, have left me less less than pleasant feelings as late.&amp;quot; It's a small apology for offending the Burmecian's sensibilities, but there's not an ounce of remorseful piety to it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His brows knit, as he considers Riva and Tomoe's suggestion through the haze of tiredness. He lifts his right hand, brushing the flat of it against his brow and down the side of his face slowly, as his elbow rests against the flat of the bar. Several moments pass, and the bartender comes to refill his glass. ... But the Templar stops him, catching the tip of the wine bottle with a swift but dexterous movement. &amp;quot;...Mayhap not. Feel free to offer the rest of what I have paid for to someone else.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...I really ought to know better, what would she think... of me poisoning my mind and my body.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He turns, standing, from his stool... and nods to Auron briefly. &amp;quot;Brothers and sisters in suffering then. ... Perhaps I will give you what time I can afford. ... Let us make for the upstairs... better for the talking I should think.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He'll give them a few moments to register that, and then he'll begin to make his way back up the stairs and toward a nondescript door at the back of the hall. He gives Finna and Allyn a very brief glance downward, but says nothing particularly to them at this junction. Upon reaching the door, it leads to a bare minimum room, with a table and two chairs as well as a simple bed and a stool with bucket by the window. There is a fire place, though, and he goes to poke at it before staring toward the window...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva listens attentively, and nods. She doesn't say anything more at this point. She doesn't need to. she lets Beowulf head up to their room, and then Riva stands, nodding to her allies as she heads up as well, to sit down at one of the chairs. She'll let Beowulf handle things at his pace.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe sees the man is tired and isn't going to press too hard givne the state he's in. She is howeve rlistening to what he has to say. She looks at him for a moment seemingly sympathic hbut she remains silent, sometimes saying less is more after all.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn continues to wrestle with Finna for a few moments, his own tail wagging, it's been a while since he's really had someone to play with and he speaks quietly, &amp;quot;It was a draw the person didn't want to hurt me too badly, so she proposed we call it a drw.&amp;quot; he then notices the man and the others heading up the stairs and gives Finna a gentle nip, before he gets back to his feet. &amp;quot;Shall we follow them? I'm kind of curious, I still suspect that dragon he loves is carrying eggs or something. Especially the way he and the dragon acted.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He ponders for a few moments, &amp;quot;Actually, I've got an idea, lets instead of following them up, go outside. Maybe we can hear from the roof? I'll change and we can see.&amp;quot; he takes Finna's hand gently in his mouth and starts to tug her towards the door as he heads for the outside, where he shifts into a falcon and heads for the roof, looks like his flight feathers are done growing back in from whatever happened to them in his fight.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Mmm. Love oft makes one perform foolish, brave, craven, and courageous acts.&amp;quot; Comments the rat simply, before nodding to the man and the others speaking. Then? He'll wait for the Templar to rise and head up. He waits a minute or two before following. A glance back. Are the others following as well?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Auron is the last to head up to the room, and the last to enter. As such, he remains by the door. That's not because he's antisocial. It's because he's listening for anyone who might be passing outside. He would conceivably be able to hear their footsteps.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Thankfully, Finna has no real hard time sneaking off when nobody's looking. She follows after Allyn, and once she has a moment with no eyes on her... fwooosh, feathers and wings instead of skin and arms. She's a red-tailed hawk! A red-tailed hawk who's perching right outside the window of the appropriate room... but just to the side, so she can't be seen easily.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Thankfully, soundproofing with old construction like this is pretty shoddy.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The ex-Templar turns his attention back to the fire, after a few moments, stoking it as the crackling of flames and the distant noise of drunkards fills the gap of silence in. The iron poker is shoved forcibly against a thick cut log, pushing it back against the flame and inciting a growing warmth from the stone fireplace. Once he's done that, he stops... and places the poker back in the tool stand. He brings both hands together, rubbing them gently, before finally cutting to the heart of the matter, &amp;quot;...So then, ...&amp;quot; He turns, pacing slowly toward the nearby window and leaning against it to glance out into the snowy exterior. &amp;quot;...What do you want to know?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;From on high, it's easy to see nearly all of the small town of Gollund and much of the Felmarian plains. The southward blowing wind has since stilled, making the chill of the Felmarian winter more tolerable. Especially so for those with fur or feathers. Moving toward the eastward edge would take one near the window, where the voices within can be heard. Not too far from that window, however, and trudging through the snow at a snail's pace... is a sight of the unusual kind.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That very violet scaled, brawny, and near-wingless lizard (FFT Dragons have only shriveled flesh where wings once were) is in fact wandering behind the tavern - out of sight of most folk. Bigger than any man, even a man like /Erik Blackburn/, at roughly eight feet and a half in height with over a ton of weight to it, it mills about in search of... something.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Odd though it may be too see a lizard, even of that size, meandering through the snow... it doesn't seem to bother her any. In fact, she stops near a particularly festive looking shrub colored with berries red as blood... and takes a gigantic bite out of it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Followed by a lazy snort.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja speaks bluntly once they're all alone. &amp;quot;Quite simple: why art ye leaving the Templariate, Ser Cadmus? And didst ye see within the mines? Every detail, please. I...am not unfamiliar with the wounds ye speak of. Indeed. I seek to cleanse that which seeks to twist the Church's purpose. Ye may well say 'tis mine job.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then he turns to those who have followed and their thoughts.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva crosses her legs, relaxing in the chair, but watching Beowulf intently. This is a complicated man. &amp;quot;I don't want to waste your time, Sir Cadmus. But you mentioned things about people trying to summon up demons, didn't you? And then there's the question of how you got into this situation in the first place. Perhaps... you can start by telling us your story.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She nods as Faruja speaks. &amp;quot;It's not every day someone decides to quit what many people think is their calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe goes back to her drink she's very much enjoying it. It's good stuff better than most things she'd find in her world where everything is mass produced more or less now. She does however. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;It seems Faruja beat me to what I was going to ask. Still yes anything you might know about this would be of a lot of use, in trying to solve this issue.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She sets her mug down and looks at Beowulf for another moment pondering any further things she might ask him.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna hears - at first - more than sees the dragon out back. All the rustling gets her attention easily enough. She hop-hops away from Allyn over the roof and spots the creature... and then things start linking together.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Spreading her wings, she glides down, down, down towards the dragon... and lands on the snow. But by the time it has landed... the red-tailed hawk is now a fox.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;A white-furred fox, well-adapted for the cold, and it is apparently fearless towards that dragon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Tail and ears glittering silver, it trill-chirps softly at the dragon in greeting - sounding more like some sort of dove than a fox.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But, well, foxes can make a lot of odd noises when they want to.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn had perched next to Finna on the window, but just as he was going to try to get her attention and point out the dragon, it seems that she has noticed it already and had the same idea that he did. He flies down from the window and lands on the ground next to Finna and the dragon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He wonders if the dragon can speak, he knows that it at least understood what he said last time, because of the look she had given him. He tilts his head at the dragon curiously, &amp;quot;Can you speak?&amp;quot; he asks of the dragon.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Beowulf's eyes trails from the window to Faruja, and then slightly back again. His head turns slowly to acknowledge what his ears received, and it's clear from his expression even as he looks away that he is thinking. His body doesn't particularly follow, however, and he continues to lean against that window... with a distance to his demeanor. &amp;quot;...Of Demons and the Templarate...&amp;quot;, he mutters vaguely in respose to Riva, Faruja, and Tomoe at once. &amp;quot;...My problems certainly encompass them... neither particularly unleavened.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He leaves them to ponder his meaning for a bit, before he slowly begins to walk across the room. He sits upon the bed, quietly, with a soft rustling of cotton sheets and quilt. Then he interweaves his arms, and sighs.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...I am surprised you do not know, as surely as I know your station, that I am no mere Templarate. I was of the Lionel Gryphon Knights, defenders of the Cardinal Delacroix.&amp;quot; He shrugs his right shoulder, then, &amp;quot;...small matter I've kept the faith, but a man of the Church I am no longer. I turned my back upon it, when the love of my life was stolen from me by a man to whom I was sworn to protect.&amp;quot; He taps the fingers of his right hand against his left bicep slowly, &amp;quot;...I have only those in this room to thank that I have, in some way recovered her.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He swings his right leg, one over the other... before rocking back a bit. &amp;quot;...As to your question of Demons, yes... in a way. Demons take many forms, but I'd not mean the literal sort.&amp;quot; He glances toward Riva then, &amp;quot;...Of course, we saw one. I've no explanation for that other than a story.&amp;quot; He gestures in Faruja's direction with a tilt of the head, &amp;quot;..Our Lord Inquisitor here doubtlessly knows it as well. A common one, taught to all the faithful... of Saint Ajora and the Zodiac Braves. T'was that I was referencing. It said, an ancient king of Limberry once managed to conjure the Lucavi from the pits of hell itself.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As Finna descends, the Dragon continues to almost mindlessly crush leaves and branches alike in its maw along with the berries it sought. It's when the fox approaches though, that she stops... and drops a beady, red-eyed stare at the fox. From Finna's vantage point, those beady eyes might surely look like red hot burning embers.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Her maw falls open slightly, and some twigs fall out. The rest is swallowed down her monsterous gullet before she pokes her enormous muzzle at the tiny creature...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...and emits something akin to a purr in greeting.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Then, she turns her attention to Allyn... and her eyes widen a bit in recognition...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She promptly snorts at him in reply. And then stares pointedly in silence. If she did understand, she seemingly cannot reply verbally. May have to do with Dragons being extremely ancient.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;There's a gesture though. She picks up a branch from the nearby bush that she'd knocked off, offering it in mute greeting.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Holy Ajora, and his very own followers, the Zodiac Braves, bearing stones of symbols torn from the night's sky itself. Gathered, they slew the fell Daemon summoned by the Heretic-King of Limberry, the Lord's justice done.&amp;quot; Paraphrases the rat for those unfamiliar with the old tale. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja sighs. &amp;quot;Well. I hath nay orders regarding ye, Ser Cadmus. Yet. Leaving the Cardinal's service shall nay doubt come with a hefty price. Bluntly? Leave. Swiftly. Ye seem a good enough man, and I hath seen far too much blood and far more important matters to attend to than hunting ye. I take nay pleasure in such tasks.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; There's a small smile. &amp;quot;And if ye travel with thine love? Then ye art blessed indeed. However. Ye art troubled. 'Tis more to this tale?&amp;quot; FAruja can't help but feel relieved. At the least, the Church's secret is yet to be exposed. Perhaps, just maybe, it can be salvaged yet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna seems fearless towards the great dragon, despite the difference in size. And the same trilly-chirp's given towards Allyn when he swoops in.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;I understand that you cannot speak like this. Or write. And if you could, I couldn't read the language from here. But I may have an answer, although temporary, to give you human form. Not yours, had you one, and only for a day at a time. I cannot offer it endlessly, and cannot guarantee my magic will be strong enough... but if you'll take that offer, and tell your story...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Suddenly, the little fox's flesh ripples and shifts, expanding outwards into the human form of before. She's dressed in furs and leathers, unarmed, and her fox tail and ears are on full display. So, too, are previously unseen silvery claws, which she uses to prick a finger, drawing a steady flow of blood, and holds it out towards the dragon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;drip, drip, drip, the crimson liquid splashes against the fresh snow...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Then drink. There are no catches, but it won't last beyond a day.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn tilts his head at Finna's reply to the dragon, well, that might work he supposes, though it has taken him by surprise a little. So Finna can speak while shifted as well, though he has never heard her do so before now. Yeah, so even another talking animal that he wasn't expecting to do so, can take the shapeshifter by surprise, it's probably how some of the people he's met that were surprised when he could speak human speak as an animal, he never expected he'd feel that.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He watches as Finna shifts, but he stays in his falcon form, no reason to do the same thing as the fox woman, besides, he's not got any magic, well some might consider being able to shapeshift magic, but toher than that. Though he does have to say to Finna, &amp;quot;You can do that?&amp;quot; though there are a lot of 'thats' he is asking about.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He looks at the branch that is offered to Finna and himself? and plucks off one of the berries, well he doesn't want to be rude and not accept a gift, if that is what it is.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe says &amp;quot;Humm I see so yu are that highly placed? I see, my own faith had a time where there was rife crouption I can not disrepect your choice for walking over such Sir. If there's nything else we can do for you and her please ask.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She lisens about the information on the demons she gets a bit paled as he hears about it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;This is pretty dire...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva takes copious notes. It's clear she's going to have to get some more information on the situation. &amp;quot;I'm glad to have helped you in some way. It's a terrible thing to lose those you love.&amp;quot; Riva smiles at that, warmly. Maybe she's a bit of a romantic like that. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;However, things move to important matters and she starts, quickly looking back to her phone, with which she taps upon rapidly. &amp;quot;The Lucavi, huh. And this demon we saw was one of them?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva shoots Faruja a glance at that. &amp;quot;The man was betrayed, Sir Faruja. He claimed that himself. How can you expect him to simply forgive and forget that? Surely if that was that he'd have left already. There's something else that complicates things further.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Defiant again, Beowulf shakes his head, &amp;quot;...There are few swords my better in his service, and the respect I held as Captain with my knights not so easy to fell.&amp;quot; His eyes narrow a bit, but he doesn't really aim it at anyone in particular. The opposite wall gets the most of it. &amp;quot;...Lest they send Aliste or the Lord Folmarv after my head, I will likely go unfettered. The Lord Cardinal is not a man known for his lack of generosity either.&amp;quot; His eyes shift, turning toward Faruja, &amp;quot;...but I am sure you are quite aware of his Holiness's charity.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Dragon stares quietly, at Finna's offer for the longest... quietly cotemplating the offer... with eyes as red as the blood she sheds focused intensely upon the wound. Then, a heavy step is taken toward her and the Dragon's maw opens slowly...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Beowulf uncrosses his legs, &amp;quot;...and lest I should sully the good Cardinal's name, let it be known I am still his devotee. I would protect such a man with my life, even though my faith in the the Church itself wanes.&amp;quot; He paces again... head turning quietly toward Riva as she speaks to Faruja, and adding when she's done &amp;quot;...Indeed. And... What you ask of me would be considered heresy, Lord Inquisitor. Would you hear a heretic, turn-coat, knight incriminate one of your own?&amp;quot; He gives Faruja time to consider this, and adds, &amp;quot;...If not, then perhaps...&amp;quot; He starts to suggest Faruja leave, but doesn't wish it to be taken the wrong way. He doesn't hate the Burmecian after all.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He wanders back to the window, and tucks his hands behind his back, &amp;quot;...then here is heresy, laid bare: ...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, a shrill shriek comes from outside the building. And it draws Beowulf's stare.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Down below... the Dragon seems to have taken Finna's offer. No longer a Dragon, however, she...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...has instead become a wretched, humanoid, lizard-like beast that could easily by mistaken for a fiend! Though she possess the slender, shapely, form of a woman... it is covered in violet scales. Hands and feet have become great clawed appendages. Even her, somewhat human, face bears scales upon it that mar her otherwise beautiful features. And she's still with eyes like embers... that are presenty burning holes in a nearby window. Upon seeing herself, she promptly staggers back, &amp;quot;...Worse, ...&amp;quot; ... And then turns to run off through the snowy plains! &amp;quot;...It's WORSE!!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;(Dragon Lady: [http://x-tattoos.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/tribal-dragon-tattoo-for-women-8.jpg])&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Upstairs -&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Beowulf suddenly turns, darting for the door, leaving Faruja just one more juicy little morsel of heresy before he leaves, &amp;quot;...Gods be damned.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;This leaves one Finna staring after the dashing dragoness-woman. Then blinking. And gaping. She asides to Allyn, &amp;quot;Yes... yes I can.... and THAT hasn't happened before!&amp;quot; Well, nothing quite as lovel to hear as a screaming, shrieking, woeful woman, but in Finna's moment of perplexion, the fox-girl seems slightly bemused at the results. The face she makes is kind of like a big smile, and something more like a deer in headlights as she scrunches up her shoulders and starts tapping her index fingers together.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;... Thaaaaaat was.. different! Maybe the curse is a biiiiiiit too powerful... maybe?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She's smiling, but she's also wincing. Oof.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; If being a diplomat has taught him nothing else, there's a time to backpedal mercilessly. Case in point: now. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I wouldst never offer such a fine knight as thyself into the fell depths of Heresy. I merely ask that ye tell me aught but the tru...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Before Faruja can get any futher, there's a shriek. Faruja looks out the window. He has the briefest thought of his own beloved. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A glance to Beowulf. &amp;quot;Watch thine tongue.&amp;quot; Chastises the rat, before making his leave. He's had all that he can gain here.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Having remained quiet for the conversation, Auron does indeed hear the shriek. And he's not on Beowulf's heels on the way out. Though he won't be by the time they get where they're going. He's not a fast runner. &amp;quot;...What was that?&amp;quot; he asks, when Beowulf stops running. Because he's totally gonna follow him. He may need to catch up though...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn tilts his head to peer up at Finna and blinks, then looks after the running dragon woman. &amp;quot;That was interesting, but we shouldn't just stand here.&amp;quot; he flies up to Finna's shoulder and pecks her on the ear to draw her back into the here and now. &amp;quot;We should go after her, so someone doesn't hurt her, or she doesn't hurt herself, don't you think?&amp;quot; well it seems like it was Allyn and Finna's fault after all. &amp;quot;We'll need to protect her.&amp;quot; he launches off Finna's shoulder then and flies off in the direction the dragonwoman went.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva sounds more agitated as Beowulf and Faruja dance around the central problem. &amp;quot;This is a difficult situation... But I certainly don't doubt your loyalty or ability, Sir Cadmus. However, even with all of this we still haven't come to the actual point...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva suddenly looks over and gasps. &amp;quot;What the hell is going on!?&amp;quot; She hisses, before standing up and following Beowulf as quickly as she can. Faruja might be ready to give up on him but she is not.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is going to do what she can but there's little she can do now she leaves some coin to pay for her drink and she rises up, then something strange goes down. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Wait what's this?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Much like Auron she's going to get up and try to seew what the heck is going on here.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>416/Pub Meet: Cuckoolander</title>
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|Date of Scene=2014/08/14&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=After an investigation, and a daring jaunt into the mines, the party that pursued Beowulf and his Dragon into the mines wants some answers. And so, they venture down to the pub to see if he's still around for the telling...&lt;br /&gt;
|Thanks=&lt;br /&gt;
|Cast of Characters=6, 129, 152, 236, 307, 495, 513&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
|pretty=yes&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Poses&lt;br /&gt;
|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Gollund - It's nearly nightfall, the sinking sun's descent on the horizon has the sky awash in a brilliant mixture of orange, yellow, violet and blue shades over which sparse clouds almost glowing gold hang. The Felmarian Plains is... saturated with snow as usual. Several inches deep and frigid to the touch, especially as a southbound wind blows through. The citizenry are as sparse as the clouds, most have taken to their homes by now... the few that haven't have probably taken to...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...the tavern. There is a raucous noise coming from that direction too, as a cacophony of voices resonate from within and without. Sounds of laughter and drunken fellows making merry upon the old wooden deck, celebrating their precious hours of freedom as only hard working Ivalician men know how. Every candle, torch, and/or chandelier is lit tonight... making the tavern easily the brightest area in this small little mining town out in the middle of nowhere.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Upon closer inspection, there appears to be at least ten men on the deck tonight. Many are seated around tables, drinking and playing cards. Some, however, are standing... and moving about... even as the bar maids come and go themselves. One man, who has probably had one too many, seems to be... attempting to dance in a far corner by himself. If one is watching carefully, they might even see a brief flare of purple behind him off deck and around the tavern side... but it's gone the moment his gaze wanders in that direction.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; A Templar leaving service. It's a rare thing, usually leading to a position in the clergy, or simply training the next generation of knights of the Church. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then there's desertion. Any Order of knights has that problem, and it's never a pleasant duty to attend to. Thus, the distinctly /not/ merry figure of one Faruja Senra steps into the bar. Dressed in brown robes and a cross, he limp-walks in, playing the part of a lowly priest. After all, depending on /just/ what the man he's hunting for says, it might be best to not be recognized if he can help it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; For now, the rat finds a seat at the bar, single eye discretely taking stock of all about. The dancing man in the corner does draw the eye a touch!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva is here, but she's not in Templar uniform. She doesn't want to give the wrong message tonight. If the man wants to get out of the business, that's none of her business. What she /is/ interested in, are the other things she heard from him. She is seeking out this man, this... Beowulf Cadmus, for her own research and interrogation. She's dresses in a black coat, shirt and slacks. She might be notable, but probably not nearly as notable as her Templar uniform. She arrives at the bar and orders a drink, looking around casually as she plops down a couple gil to pay for it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn limps into the bar slowly, seems the wolf is pretty slow to heal from wounds he got not all that long ago. His ears and tail lowered as he makes his way inside the bar. He glances around for a few moments and pads over towards the fireplace and curls up on the ground. Well, it's probably not the best vantage point to be in, but his ears perk a little so he can keep tabs on sounds and such here and there.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;There's more than one robed man in the tavern that evening. Auron is wearing his hooded red outfit again. Though unlike Faruja, he wears no cross. He doesn't have his Katana this time, but he is by no means unarmed -- he has his hidden blades with him. They are, as the name implies, hidden under his sleeves. He's left his hood up as well, to hide the top of his face, and the scarf hides the bottom of his face.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He enters the tavern a bit after the others, taking a seat nearby Faruja without being too close. Yet he's not so far away that he can't see the others. A way to make it seem that they're not together, while still keeping close enough that they can keep in contact.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is a bit behind the others in her time arriving, Tomoe had been a bit behind Auron in his arrival she's got a hood up but it does not too much to deflect whom it is. Given how tall she is she tends to stand out in that regard in this world. She moves to sit down however and seem to be just here to get drink and something to eat. That is not the cause but apperance right? Still from the looks of her she might be some sort of templar.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna's here! in fact, she's been here for a while. Did she pre-empt Faruja? Probably. But whatever the case, there's another serving girl among the flotilla, and nobody seems to be paying ANY attention whatsoever to her fox ears and tail - eyes simply slide away from them, and from the fact that she has never been here before.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;As opposed to JUST pickpocketing gil from the locals, she's at least chosen to do some work while snitching a handful of gil from here and a handful from there, until she's secreted up about a few days' wages worth!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She's of course, told nobody any of this, and never will. So when Faruja ambles in, her nose wrinkles once, and she casts a smile his way! SMILE SMILE! WELCOME!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;When Allyn moves toward the fireplace, from beneath the blanket of raucous bar noise comes the subtle clicking of wood againt wood and a closing latch. Soft thuds of leather boots make their way slowly across the second floor balcony, stopping only to turn slightly and descend a long stairwell to the first floor.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;From behind the hanging chandelier, suspended well above the bar floor, and down the second floor stairway, comes a well-dressed man. In comparison to the even the most well kempt man here, he is an impeccable image of nobility. This despite the wearied expression which can be found in his features. He is a sharp-looking man with sandy blonde hair swept neatly back, wearing a ruffled orange scarf over an evergreen coat and silver breast plate with pants of white silk. A sword, encased in white scabbard with gold trim rocks gently at his waist with each step down toward the first floor... while cream-colored fingertips glide softly over the rail.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His descent is met, briefly, by an approaching bar maiden bearing drinks. Briefly, a one-way exchange occurs... with the girl eyeing him with an inviting smile. And yet, he nary even affords her more attention than it takes to move from her path.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The man moves toward the bar, briefly addressing the bartender. Anyone within earshot might hear him say, &amp;quot;...Sleep eludes me this night as well. ... Wine please.&amp;quot; before he casts his eyes about... where it falls upon Allyn in the corner particularly...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja recognizes Riva, Tomoe, Auron, and Finna alike, the rat flicking his tail once to each one. Otherwise? He remains relatively motionless as he orders a drink. Should Finna pass by? There's a wink. Someone's here and being discrete! Rare for the rat. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Blonde hair, impeccable looks, right height. That's his man. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The nezumi moves a seat down, and offers a kindly smile. Sip ale. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Methinks wine, good Ser, shan't do ye well upon that matter. Might I suggest visiting a White Mage? Or mayhaps prayer.&amp;quot; The last bit is whispered, and the rat taps his cross meaningfully.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;It was a matter of time. Her questions said that the man was still here. And in order for him to leave, he'd have had to take the dragon with him. And that's... a little harder to disguise. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva sits there nursing her drink for a bit, mentally comparing it to things she's had before while giving him a few moments to sit and relax. Well, it's better than Budweiser...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;You look like you have a lot on your mind, Sir.&amp;quot; Riva comments, looking over to him with a small smile. &amp;quot;Having so much weighing on you doesn't seem to work for you. Care to share? Maybe another perspective can help.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn feels a little lazy with the fire warming his fur, though yeah it might be a little strange for a wolf to just be laying there like that. His ears do perk a little more as he hears the sound of footsteps coming from up above, but other than that he doesn't make a response. He listens for the sound of them coming down the stairs as well, staying alert, but unmoving.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He does open his eyes and lift his head off his paws though once he feels the man's eyes on him as he returns the look and tilts his head curiously. Not sure why the man is looking at him so, but curious, well maybe the man recognizes him or something. He also gives a sniff in the man's direction, though he might not smell anything because they are in an inn afterall and there is a lot to smell, but for now he's just acting like any normal animal would.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The sound of someone descending the stairs has Auron tilting his head in that direction, just enough to see who it is. He waits in his place though, until the man has found a place to settle. Then, while others speak and offer moral guidance, Auron merely places himself nearby, offering silent support. He doesn't want to overwhelm him. However he does offer a nod of greeting, and tilts his head up just enough that his face can be seen for a moment. Just to let the other man know who he is. He's not a thief, don't worry.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna does return the wink as she passes by Faruja, and keeps an ear open towards the man and the goings-on. But she knows from experience that a CRAPLOAD of people dogpiling on one soggy-minded sleep-deprived man in a tavern is NOT gonna go over well, so she doesn't join that effort.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Instead, she takes a minute break from her work to ASSAULT wolf-Allyn with scritches behind the ears and a thorough batch of affectionate petting! Even belly rubs, if he goes for that thing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe looks over to Faruja but she says nothing yet, she gets her order placed and she leans back in her chair as she moves to wait and watch really. That's mostly what she's here for right? She does take note of Riva whom is new, well to the multiverse but she seems to be adapting well enough to things. Allyn gets a glance but not much else. Auron? Well shes pretty sure it might be Auron is also taken note of Finna however is the wild card to Tomoe. Who the heck is she? She does seem to known Allyn or can't resit the pull of a dog/wolf to pet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The man brings his head to rest against his arms, eyes falling on darkness as he tucks his head into them. The bartender walks away to fetch a bottle, and a glass, from a nearby rack. The bar maiden walks back behind him, glancing at his back briefly before moving along to another table.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His fingers tap, quietly a few times, and then Faruja's words fall upon his ears... followed shortly by Riva's... and he lifts his head lethargically before glancing this way and that.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Auron's silent glance is noted, and the man seems at least mildly visibly relieved that he didn't also pounce upon him as the other two did. Auron gets a slow nod, a hand is lifted to brush a stray lock of earthen blonde hair, and he sits up. A hand moves to tug at his scarf a bit, as the bartender returns with the crystal glass, and then slides across the bar quickly to procure it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Would that they might...&amp;quot;, he replies softly to Faruja, &amp;quot;...but these wounds, are of the Church's doing.&amp;quot; A simple, almost defiant, statement... with its edged softened only by noble mannerism. There's clearly some enmity there.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His gaze alights to Riva, and the glass is lowered from his lips after a soft, wet, inhalation. &amp;quot;...I dare say, you look familiar.&amp;quot; It takes a moment for him to process it and then, &amp;quot;...ah, yes. Of course. But I suppose you already have a base understanding of what ails me... come to dig a bit deeper then?&amp;quot; He takes another drink, and sighs. &amp;quot;...I can fault you none for that. I know what it is like... to pursue truth ardently...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His glance falls, momentarily on Tomoe as they glance towardd Faruja again... he takes stock of the girl, then offers to no one in particular... &amp;quot;...I feel as though I am well known...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva nods in response to Beowulf's response. &amp;quot;The problems you face sound like the kind that don't go away easily... And the kind of thing my people frown upon deeply.&amp;quot; Riva shrugs, and takes another drink. &amp;quot;You've got a lot of problems, and you know things that can help crack this thing wide open. I want to help you deal with the problem, because what you described is bad news not just for you, but for everyone.&amp;quot; She gestures with the tankard. &amp;quot;So help me help you. If you can detail what you know about the situation maybe we can fix it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe looks to the man as he arrives she keeps an eye on him curious about this. She looks the man for a moment, she tilts her head at Beowulf and sets down her drink to speak to hi. She pulls back her ood after a second as well. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;It kinda does end up tht way I admit Sir. It's also true you seem to be in a great deal of trouble as well. We may be able to help you in the end if your willing to work with us.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; A clawed hand upon the table squeezes just slightly. He buries his muzzle in his drink, downing half of it as he lets alcohol soothe away his anger at so bold a statement from a former knight. But hasn't the rat felt similar wounds? The touch of Heresy has been more widespread as of late. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Riva in particular gets Faruja's note. He /smiles/. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Methinks the Lady speaks the truth. Confession is oft a cleansing thing Ser. Though one done in...&amp;quot; There's the briefest nod to Riva, and in the general direction of all of those he's seen tonight. These are people he trusts to various degrees. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Private.&amp;quot; There's gold being gently counted out, as if the rat's about to rent a room. A bit more than that, no doubt for privacy. He simply doesn't trust so many ears here.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn sniffs at Finna when she starts to scritch and pet him, though he wouldn't let just anyone do that. It's unbecoming of a wolf, but he knows Finna and doesn't seem to mind the attention. He even rolls over to have his belly rubbed for her, even going as far as licking her hand and then chewing on it playfully. He know's she's not human and that's why he feels that it is alright for him to actually enjoy it. He does wince a little though, because he's still injured, but yet, he plays on. Though while he is playing with her, he still tries to keep an eye on the others and the man that they are talking to, as he is curious about what is being said. He nuzzles Finna's hand and presses his cold nose against her plam, nudging her a little to watch and listen too.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Here is where Auron speaks, in response to the 'well known' comment. &amp;quot;Perhaps you are,&amp;quot; he offers quietly. &amp;quot;Or perhaps we also know pain, and sensed a kindred spirit in you.&amp;quot; He falls silent then, and nods to Riva's words. And then to Faruja's statement. &amp;quot;Good idea,&amp;quot; he replies.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Poor beast. Got in a fight, huh?&amp;quot; Finna whispers, with almost conspiratorial interest. She even goes on to whisper, &amp;quot;Hopefully it was a win.&amp;quot; Scritch-scritch. She easens up on the assault now that she sees the injuries, avoiding the hurt areas. Her own tail starts wagging faster, and for one brief moment it looks like she's about to pounce Allyn! That would be when he starts getitng mouthy! She doesn't seem to mind that kind of attention at all. As if expecting it, she even wrestles against the playbite playfully a bit!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But then, she gives him a wink. One that suggests she's on to things.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Because she turns about, eyes on the distant man and ears sharpening their hearing through the use of focused Essence. Suddenly, the faintest whisper becomes clear to Finna, and she'll have no trouble listening to that conversation from across the room! Despite the din...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The dark-skinned ex-Templar casts a sidelong glance toward Faruja, as he speaks, and the thin line of his lips turn a bit. He looks almost remorseful, &amp;quot;...I have no sins to confess, but some which I must cleanse even still.&amp;quot; There's a pause. He shifts his eyes back to the far wall across from him, &amp;quot;...apologies, ser, for my misgivings. Days of sleeplessness, and my love bereft, have left me less less than pleasant feelings as late.&amp;quot; It's a small apology for offending the Burmecian's sensibilities, but there's not an ounce of remorseful piety to it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His brows knit, as he considers Riva and Tomoe's suggestion through the haze of tiredness. He lifts his right hand, brushing the flat of it against his brow and down the side of his face slowly, as his elbow rests against the flat of the bar. Several moments pass, and the bartender comes to refill his glass. ... But the Templar stops him, catching the tip of the wine bottle with a swift but dexterous movement. &amp;quot;...Mayhap not. Feel free to offer the rest of what I have paid for to someone else.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...I really ought to know better, what would she think... of me poisoning my mind and my body.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He turns, standing, from his stool... and nods to Auron briefly. &amp;quot;Brothers and sisters in suffering then. ... Perhaps I will give you what time I can afford. ... Let us make for the upstairs... better for the talking I should think.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He'll give them a few moments to register that, and then he'll begin to make his way back up the stairs and toward a nondescript door at the back of the hall. He gives Finna and Allyn a very brief glance downward, but says nothing particularly to them at this junction. Upon reaching the door, it leads to a bare minimum room, with a table and two chairs as well as a simple bed and a stool with bucket by the window. There is a fire place, though, and he goes to poke at it before staring toward the window...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva listens attentively, and nods. She doesn't say anything more at this point. She doesn't need to. she lets Beowulf head up to their room, and then Riva stands, nodding to her allies as she heads up as well, to sit down at one of the chairs. She'll let Beowulf handle things at his pace.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe sees the man is tired and isn't going to press too hard givne the state he's in. She is howeve rlistening to what he has to say. She looks at him for a moment seemingly sympathic hbut she remains silent, sometimes saying less is more after all.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn continues to wrestle with Finna for a few moments, his own tail wagging, it's been a while since he's really had someone to play with and he speaks quietly, &amp;quot;It was a draw the person didn't want to hurt me too badly, so she proposed we call it a drw.&amp;quot; he then notices the man and the others heading up the stairs and gives Finna a gentle nip, before he gets back to his feet. &amp;quot;Shall we follow them? I'm kind of curious, I still suspect that dragon he loves is carrying eggs or something. Especially the way he and the dragon acted.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He ponders for a few moments, &amp;quot;Actually, I've got an idea, lets instead of following them up, go outside. Maybe we can hear from the roof? I'll change and we can see.&amp;quot; he takes Finna's hand gently in his mouth and starts to tug her towards the door as he heads for the outside, where he shifts into a falcon and heads for the roof, looks like his flight feathers are done growing back in from whatever happened to them in his fight.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Mmm. Love oft makes one perform foolish, brave, craven, and courageous acts.&amp;quot; Comments the rat simply, before nodding to the man and the others speaking. Then? He'll wait for the Templar to rise and head up. He waits a minute or two before following. A glance back. Are the others following as well?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Auron is the last to head up to the room, and the last to enter. As such, he remains by the door. That's not because he's antisocial. It's because he's listening for anyone who might be passing outside. He would conceivably be able to hear their footsteps.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Thankfully, Finna has no real hard time sneaking off when nobody's looking. She follows after Allyn, and once she has a moment with no eyes on her... fwooosh, feathers and wings instead of skin and arms. She's a red-tailed hawk! A red-tailed hawk who's perching right outside the window of the appropriate room... but just to the side, so she can't be seen easily.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Thankfully, soundproofing with old construction like this is pretty shoddy.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The ex-Templar turns his attention back to the fire, after a few moments, stoking it as the crackling of flames and the distant noise of drunkards fills the gap of silence in. The iron poker is shoved forcibly against a thick cut log, pushing it back against the flame and inciting a growing warmth from the stone fireplace. Once he's done that, he stops... and places the poker back in the tool stand. He brings both hands together, rubbing them gently, before finally cutting to the heart of the matter, &amp;quot;...So then, ...&amp;quot; He turns, pacing slowly toward the nearby window and leaning against it to glance out into the snowy exterior. &amp;quot;...What do you want to know?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;From on high, it's easy to see nearly all of the small town of Gollund and much of the Felmarian plains. The southward blowing wind has since stilled, making the chill of the Felmarian winter more tolerable. Especially so for those with fur or feathers. Moving toward the eastward edge would take one near the window, where the voices within can be heard. Not too far from that window, however, and trudging through the snow at a snail's pace... is a sight of the unusual kind.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That very violet scaled, brawny, and near-wingless lizard (FFT Dragons have only shriveled flesh where wings once were) is in fact wandering behind the tavern - out of sight of most folk. Bigger than any man, even a man like /Erik Blackburn/, at roughly eight feet and a half in height with over a ton of weight to it, it mills about in search of... something.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Odd though it may be too see a lizard, even of that size, meandering through the snow... it doesn't seem to bother her any. In fact, she stops near a particularly festive looking shrub colored with berries red as blood... and takes a gigantic bite out of it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Followed by a lazy snort.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja speaks bluntly once they're all alone. &amp;quot;Quite simple: why art ye leaving the Templariate, Ser Cadmus? And didst ye see within the mines? Every detail, please. I...am not unfamiliar with the wounds ye speak of. Indeed. I seek to cleanse that which seeks to twist the Church's purpose. Ye may well say 'tis mine job.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then he turns to those who have followed and their thoughts.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva crosses her legs, relaxing in the chair, but watching Beowulf intently. This is a complicated man. &amp;quot;I don't want to waste your time, Sir Cadmus. But you mentioned things about people trying to summon up demons, didn't you? And then there's the question of how you got into this situation in the first place. Perhaps... you can start by telling us your story.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She nods as Faruja speaks. &amp;quot;It's not every day someone decides to quit what many people think is their calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe goes back to her drink she's very much enjoying it. It's good stuff better than most things she'd find in her world where everything is mass produced more or less now. She does however. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;It seems Faruja beat me to what I was going to ask. Still yes anything you might know about this would be of a lot of use, in trying to solve this issue.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She sets her mug down and looks at Beowulf for another moment pondering any further things she might ask him.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna hears - at first - more than sees the dragon out back. All the rustling gets her attention easily enough. She hop-hops away from Allyn over the roof and spots the creature... and then things start linking together.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Spreading her wings, she glides down, down, down towards the dragon... and lands on the snow. But by the time it has landed... the red-tailed hawk is now a fox.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;A white-furred fox, well-adapted for the cold, and it is apparently fearless towards that dragon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Tail and ears glittering silver, it trill-chirps softly at the dragon in greeting - sounding more like some sort of dove than a fox.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But, well, foxes can make a lot of odd noises when they want to.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn had perched next to Finna on the window, but just as he was going to try to get her attention and point out the dragon, it seems that she has noticed it already and had the same idea that he did. He flies down from the window and lands on the ground next to Finna and the dragon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He wonders if the dragon can speak, he knows that it at least understood what he said last time, because of the look she had given him. He tilts his head at the dragon curiously, &amp;quot;Can you speak?&amp;quot; he asks of the dragon.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Beowulf's eyes trails from the window to Faruja, and then slightly back again. His head turns slowly to acknowledge what his ears received, and it's clear from his expression even as he looks away that he is thinking. His body doesn't particularly follow, however, and he continues to lean against that window... with a distance to his demeanor. &amp;quot;...Of Demons and the Templarate...&amp;quot;, he mutters vaguely in respose to Riva, Faruja, and Tomoe at once. &amp;quot;...My problems certainly encompass them... neither particularly unleavened.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He leaves them to ponder his meaning for a bit, before he slowly begins to walk across the room. He sits upon the bed, quietly, with a soft rustling of cotton sheets and quilt. Then he interweaves his arms, and sighs.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...I am surprised you do not know, as surely as I know your station, that I am no mere Templarate. I was of the Lionel Gryphon Knights, defenders of the Cardinal Delacroix.&amp;quot; He shrugs his right shoulder, then, &amp;quot;...small matter I've kept the faith, but a man of the Church I am no longer. I turned my back upon it, when the love of my life was stolen from me by a man to whom I was sworn to protect.&amp;quot; He taps the fingers of his right hand against his left bicep slowly, &amp;quot;...I have only those in this room to thank that I have, in some way recovered her.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He swings his right leg, one over the other... before rocking back a bit. &amp;quot;...As to your question of Demons, yes... in a way. Demons take many forms, but I'd not mean the literal sort.&amp;quot; He glances toward Riva then, &amp;quot;...Of course, we saw one. I've no explanation for that other than a story.&amp;quot; He gestures in Faruja's direction with a tilt of the head, &amp;quot;..Our Lord Inquisitor here doubtlessly knows it as well. A common one, taught to all the faithful... of Saint Ajora and the Zodiac Braves. T'was that I was referencing. It said, an ancient king of Limberry once managed to conjure the Lucavi from the pits of hell itself.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As Finna descends, the Dragon continues to almost mindlessly crush leaves and branches alike in its maw along with the berries it sought. It's when the fox approaches though, that she stops... and drops a beady, red-eyed stare at the fox. From Finna's vantage point, those beady eyes might surely look like red hot burning embers.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Her maw falls open slightly, and some twigs fall out. The rest is swallowed down her monsterous gullet before she pokes her enormous muzzle at the tiny creature...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...and emits something akin to a purr in greeting.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Then, she turns her attention to Allyn... and her eyes widen a bit in recognition...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She promptly snorts at him in reply. And then stares pointedly in silence. If she did understand, she seemingly cannot reply verbally. May have to do with Dragons being extremely ancient.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;There's a gesture though. She picks up a branch from the nearby bush that she'd knocked off, offering it in mute greeting.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Holy Ajora, and his very own followers, the Zodiac Braves, bearing stones of symbols torn from the night's sky itself. Gathered, they slew the fell Daemon summoned by the Heretic-King of Limberry, the Lord's justice done.&amp;quot; Paraphrases the rat for those unfamiliar with the old tale. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja sighs. &amp;quot;Well. I hath nay orders regarding ye, Ser Cadmus. Yet. Leaving the Cardinal's service shall nay doubt come with a hefty price. Bluntly? Leave. Swiftly. Ye seem a good enough man, and I hath seen far too much blood and far more important matters to attend to than hunting ye. I take nay pleasure in such tasks.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; There's a small smile. &amp;quot;And if ye travel with thine love? Then ye art blessed indeed. However. Ye art troubled. 'Tis more to this tale?&amp;quot; FAruja can't help but feel relieved. At the least, the Church's secret is yet to be exposed. Perhaps, just maybe, it can be salvaged yet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna seems fearless towards the great dragon, despite the difference in size. And the same trilly-chirp's given towards Allyn when he swoops in.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;I understand that you cannot speak like this. Or write. And if you could, I couldn't read the language from here. But I may have an answer, although temporary, to give you human form. Not yours, had you one, and only for a day at a time. I cannot offer it endlessly, and cannot guarantee my magic will be strong enough... but if you'll take that offer, and tell your story...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Suddenly, the little fox's flesh ripples and shifts, expanding outwards into the human form of before. She's dressed in furs and leathers, unarmed, and her fox tail and ears are on full display. So, too, are previously unseen silvery claws, which she uses to prick a finger, drawing a steady flow of blood, and holds it out towards the dragon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;drip, drip, drip, the crimson liquid splashes against the fresh snow...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Then drink. There are no catches, but it won't last beyond a day.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn tilts his head at Finna's reply to the dragon, well, that might work he supposes, though it has taken him by surprise a little. So Finna can speak while shifted as well, though he has never heard her do so before now. Yeah, so even another talking animal that he wasn't expecting to do so, can take the shapeshifter by surprise, it's probably how some of the people he's met that were surprised when he could speak human speak as an animal, he never expected he'd feel that.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He watches as Finna shifts, but he stays in his falcon form, no reason to do the same thing as the fox woman, besides, he's not got any magic, well some might consider being able to shapeshift magic, but toher than that. Though he does have to say to Finna, &amp;quot;You can do that?&amp;quot; though there are a lot of 'thats' he is asking about.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He looks at the branch that is offered to Finna and himself? and plucks off one of the berries, well he doesn't want to be rude and not accept a gift, if that is what it is.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe says &amp;quot;Humm I see so yu are that highly placed? I see, my own faith had a time where there was rife crouption I can not disrepect your choice for walking over such Sir. If there's nything else we can do for you and her please ask.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She lisens about the information on the demons she gets a bit paled as he hears about it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;This is pretty dire...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva takes copious notes. It's clear she's going to have to get some more information on the situation. &amp;quot;I'm glad to have helped you in some way. It's a terrible thing to lose those you love.&amp;quot; Riva smiles at that, warmly. Maybe she's a bit of a romantic like that. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;However, things move to important matters and she starts, quickly looking back to her phone, with which she taps upon rapidly. &amp;quot;The Lucavi, huh. And this demon we saw was one of them?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva shoots Faruja a glance at that. &amp;quot;The man was betrayed, Sir Faruja. He claimed that himself. How can you expect him to simply forgive and forget that? Surely if that was that he'd have left already. There's something else that complicates things further.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Defiant again, Beowolf shakes his head, &amp;quot;...There are few swords my better in his service, and the respect I held as Captain with my knights not so easy to fell.&amp;quot; His eyes narrow a bit, but he doesn't really aim it at anyone in particular. The opposite wall gets the most of it. &amp;quot;...Lest they send Aliste or the Lord Folmarv after my head, I will likely go unfettered. The Lord Cardinal is not a man known for his lack of generosity either.&amp;quot; His eyes shift, turning toward Faruja, &amp;quot;...but I am sure you are quite aware of his Holiness's charity.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Dragon stares quietly, at Finna's offer for the longest... quietly cotemplating the offer... with eyes as red as the blood she sheds focused intensely upon the wound. Then, a heavy step is taken toward her and the Dragon's maw opens slowly...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Beowulf uncrosses his legs, &amp;quot;...and lest I should sully the good Cardinal's name, let it be known I am still his devotee. I would protect such a man with my life, even though my faith in the the Church itself wanes.&amp;quot; He paces again... head turning quietly toward Riva as she speaks to Faruja, and adding when she's done &amp;quot;...Indeed. And... What you ask of me would be considered heresy, Lord Inquisitor. Would you hear a heretic, turn-coat, knight incriminate one of your own?&amp;quot; He gives Faruja time to consider this, and adds, &amp;quot;...If not, then perhaps...&amp;quot; He starts to suggest Faruja leave, but doesn't wish it to be taken the wrong way. He doesn't hate the Burmecian after all.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He wanders back to the window, and tucks his hands behind his back, &amp;quot;...then here is heresy, laid bare: ...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, a shrill shriek comes from outside the building. And it draws Beowulf's stare.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Down below... the Dragon seems to have taken Finna's offer. No longer a Dragon, however, she...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...has instead become a wretched, humanoid, lizard-like beast that could easily by mistaken for a fiend! Though she possess the slender, shapely, form of a woman... it is covered in violet scales. Hands and feet have become great clawed appendages. Even her, somewhat human, face bears scales upon it that mar her otherwise beautiful features. And she's still with eyes like embers... that are presenty burning holes in a nearby window. Upon seeing herself, she promptly staggers back, &amp;quot;...Worse, ...&amp;quot; ... And then turns to run off through the snowy plains! &amp;quot;...It's WORSE!!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;(Dragon Lady: [http://x-tattoos.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/tribal-dragon-tattoo-for-women-8.jpg])&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Upstairs -&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Beowulf suddenly turns, darting for the door, leaving Faruja just one more juicy little morsel of heresy before he leaves, &amp;quot;...Gods be damned.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;This leaves one Finna staring after the dashing dragoness-woman. Then blinking. And gaping. She asides to Allyn, &amp;quot;Yes... yes I can.... and THAT hasn't happened before!&amp;quot; Well, nothing quite as lovel to hear as a screaming, shrieking, woeful woman, but in Finna's moment of perplexion, the fox-girl seems slightly bemused at the results. The face she makes is kind of like a big smile, and something more like a deer in headlights as she scrunches up her shoulders and starts tapping her index fingers together.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;... Thaaaaaat was.. different! Maybe the curse is a biiiiiiit too powerful... maybe?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She's smiling, but she's also wincing. Oof.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; If being a diplomat has taught him nothing else, there's a time to backpedal mercilessly. Case in point: now. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I wouldst never offer such a fine knight as thyself into the fell depths of Heresy. I merely ask that ye tell me aught but the tru...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Before Faruja can get any futher, there's a shriek. Faruja looks out the window. He has the briefest thought of his own beloved. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A glance to Beowulf. &amp;quot;Watch thine tongue.&amp;quot; Chastises the rat, before making his leave. He's had all that he can gain here.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Having remained quiet for the conversation, Auron does indeed hear the shriek. And he's not on Beowulf's heels on the way out. Though he won't be by the time they get where they're going. He's not a fast runner. &amp;quot;...What was that?&amp;quot; he asks, when Beowulf stops running. Because he's totally gonna follow him. He may need to catch up though...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn tilts his head to peer up at Finna and blinks, then looks after the running dragon woman. &amp;quot;That was interesting, but we shouldn't just stand here.&amp;quot; he flies up to Finna's shoulder and pecks her on the ear to draw her back into the here and now. &amp;quot;We should go after her, so someone doesn't hurt her, or she doesn't hurt herself, don't you think?&amp;quot; well it seems like it was Allyn and Finna's fault after all. &amp;quot;We'll need to protect her.&amp;quot; he launches off Finna's shoulder then and flies off in the direction the dragonwoman went.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva sounds more agitated as Beowulf and Faruja dance around the central problem. &amp;quot;This is a difficult situation... But I certainly don't doubt your loyalty or ability, Sir Cadmus. However, even with all of this we still haven't come to the actual point...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva suddenly looks over and gasps. &amp;quot;What the hell is going on!?&amp;quot; She hisses, before standing up and following Beowulf as quickly as she can. Faruja might be ready to give up on him but she is not.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is going to do what she can but there's little she can do now she leaves some coin to pay for her drink and she rises up, then something strange goes down. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Wait what's this?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Much like Auron she's going to get up and try to seew what the heck is going on here.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>416/Pub Meet: Cuckoolander</title>
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|Date of Scene=2014/08/14&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=After an investigation, and a daring jaunt into the mines, the party that pursued Beowulf and his Dragon into the mines wants some answers. And so, they venture down to the pub to see if he's still around for the telling...&lt;br /&gt;
|Thanks=&lt;br /&gt;
|Cast of Characters=6, 129, 152, 236, 307, 495, 513&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
|pretty=yes&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Poses&lt;br /&gt;
|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Gollund - It's nearly nightfall, the sinking sun's descent on the horizon has the sky awash in a brilliant mixture of orange, yellow, violet and blue shades over which sparse clouds almost glowing gold hang. The Felmarian Plains is... saturated with snow as usual. Several inches deep and frigid to the touch, especially as a southbound wind blows through. The citizenry are as sparse as the clouds, most have taken to their homes by now... the few that haven't have probably taken to...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...the tavern. There is a raucous noise coming from that direction too, as a cacophony of voices resonate from within and without. Sounds of laughter and drunken fellows making merry upon the old wooden deck, celebrating their precious hours of freedom as only hard working Ivalician men know how. Every candle, torch, and/or chandelier is lit tonight... making the tavern easily the brightest area in this small little mining town out in the middle of nowhere.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Upon closer inspection, there appears to be at least ten men on the deck tonight. Many are seated around tables, drinking and playing cards. Some, however, are standing... and moving about... even as the bar maids come and go themselves. One man, who has probably had one too many, seems to be... attempting to dance in a far corner by himself. If one is watching carefully, they might even see a brief flare of purple behind him off deck and around the tavern side... but it's gone the moment his gaze wanders in that direction.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; A Templar leaving service. It's a rare thing, usually leading to a position in the clergy, or simply training the next generation of knights of the Church. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then there's desertion. Any Order of knights has that problem, and it's never a pleasant duty to attend to. Thus, the distinctly /not/ merry figure of one Faruja Senra steps into the bar. Dressed in brown robes and a cross, he limp-walks in, playing the part of a lowly priest. After all, depending on /just/ what the man he's hunting for says, it might be best to not be recognized if he can help it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; For now, the rat finds a seat at the bar, single eye discretely taking stock of all about. The dancing man in the corner does draw the eye a touch!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva is here, but she's not in Templar uniform. She doesn't want to give the wrong message tonight. If the man wants to get out of the business, that's none of her business. What she /is/ interested in, are the other things she heard from him. She is seeking out this man, this... Beowulf Cadmus, for her own research and interrogation. She's dresses in a black coat, shirt and slacks. She might be notable, but probably not nearly as notable as her Templar uniform. She arrives at the bar and orders a drink, looking around casually as she plops down a couple gil to pay for it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn limps into the bar slowly, seems the wolf is pretty slow to heal from wounds he got not all that long ago. His ears and tail lowered as he makes his way inside the bar. He glances around for a few moments and pads over towards the fireplace and curls up on the ground. Well, it's probably not the best vantage point to be in, but his ears perk a little so he can keep tabs on sounds and such here and there.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;There's more than one robed man in the tavern that evening. Auron is wearing his hooded red outfit again. Though unlike Faruja, he wears no cross. He doesn't have his Katana this time, but he is by no means unarmed -- he has his hidden blades with him. They are, as the name implies, hidden under his sleeves. He's left his hood up as well, to hide the top of his face, and the scarf hides the bottom of his face.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He enters the tavern a bit after the others, taking a seat nearby Faruja without being too close. Yet he's not so far away that he can't see the others. A way to make it seem that they're not together, while still keeping close enough that they can keep in contact.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is a bit behind the others in her time arriving, Tomoe had been a bit behind Auron in his arrival she's got a hood up but it does not too much to deflect whom it is. Given how tall she is she tends to stand out in that regard in this world. She moves to sit down however and seem to be just here to get drink and something to eat. That is not the cause but apperance right? Still from the looks of her she might be some sort of templar.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna's here! in fact, she's been here for a while. Did she pre-empt Faruja? Probably. But whatever the case, there's another serving girl among the flotilla, and nobody seems to be paying ANY attention whatsoever to her fox ears and tail - eyes simply slide away from them, and from the fact that she has never been here before.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;As opposed to JUST pickpocketing gil from the locals, she's at least chosen to do some work while snitching a handful of gil from here and a handful from there, until she's secreted up about a few days' wages worth!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She's of course, told nobody any of this, and never will. So when Faruja ambles in, her nose wrinkles once, and she casts a smile his way! SMILE SMILE! WELCOME!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;When Allyn moves toward the fireplace, from beneath the blanket of raucous bar noise comes the subtle clicking of wood againt wood and a closing latch. Soft thuds of leather boots make their way slowly across the second floor balcony, stopping only to turn slightly and descend a long stairwell to the first floor.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;From behind the hanging chandelier, suspended well above the bar floor, and down the second floor stairway, comes a well-dressed man. In comparison to the even the most well kempt man here, he is an impeccable image of nobility. This despite the wearied expression which can be found in his features. He is a sharp-looking man with sandy blonde hair swept neatly back, wearing a ruffled orange scarf over an evergreen coat and silver breast plate with pants of white silk. A sword, encased in white scabbard with gold trim rocks gently at his waist with each step down toward the first floor... while cream-colored fingertips glide softly over the rail.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His descent is met, briefly, by an approaching bar maiden bearing drinks. Briefly, a one-way exchange occurs... with the girl eyeing him with an inviting smile. And yet, he nary even affords her more attention than it takes to move from her path.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The man moves toward the bar, briefly addressing the bartender. Anyone within earshot might hear him say, &amp;quot;...Sleep eludes me this night as well. ... Wine please.&amp;quot; before he casts his eyes about... where it falls upon Allyn in the corner particularly...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja recognizes Riva, Tomoe, Auron, and Finna alike, the rat flicking his tail once to each one. Otherwise? He remains relatively motionless as he orders a drink. Should Finna pass by? There's a wink. Someone's here and being discrete! Rare for the rat. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Blonde hair, impeccable looks, right height. That's his man. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The nezumi moves a seat down, and offers a kindly smile. Sip ale. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Methinks wine, good Ser, shan't do ye well upon that matter. Might I suggest visiting a White Mage? Or mayhaps prayer.&amp;quot; The last bit is whispered, and the rat taps his cross meaningfully.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;It was a matter of time. Her questions said that the man was still here. And in order for him to leave, he'd have had to take the dragon with him. And that's... a little harder to disguise. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva sits there nursing her drink for a bit, mentally comparing it to things she's had before while giving him a few moments to sit and relax. Well, it's better than Budweiser...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;You look like you have a lot on your mind, Sir.&amp;quot; Riva comments, looking over to him with a small smile. &amp;quot;Having so much weighing on you doesn't seem to work for you. Care to share? Maybe another perspective can help.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn feels a little lazy with the fire warming his fur, though yeah it might be a little strange for a wolf to just be laying there like that. His ears do perk a little more as he hears the sound of footsteps coming from up above, but other than that he doesn't make a response. He listens for the sound of them coming down the stairs as well, staying alert, but unmoving.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He does open his eyes and lift his head off his paws though once he feels the man's eyes on him as he returns the look and tilts his head curiously. Not sure why the man is looking at him so, but curious, well maybe the man recognizes him or something. He also gives a sniff in the man's direction, though he might not smell anything because they are in an inn afterall and there is a lot to smell, but for now he's just acting like any normal animal would.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The sound of someone descending the stairs has Auron tilting his head in that direction, just enough to see who it is. He waits in his place though, until the man has found a place to settle. Then, while others speak and offer moral guidance, Auron merely places himself nearby, offering silent support. He doesn't want to overwhelm him. However he does offer a nod of greeting, and tilts his head up just enough that his face can be seen for a moment. Just to let the other man know who he is. He's not a thief, don't worry.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna does return the wink as she passes by Faruja, and keeps an ear open towards the man and the goings-on. But she knows from experience that a CRAPLOAD of people dogpiling on one soggy-minded sleep-deprived man in a tavern is NOT gonna go over well, so she doesn't join that effort.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Instead, she takes a minute break from her work to ASSAULT wolf-Allyn with scritches behind the ears and a thorough batch of affectionate petting! Even belly rubs, if he goes for that thing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe looks over to Faruja but she says nothing yet, she gets her order placed and she leans back in her chair as she moves to wait and watch really. That's mostly what she's here for right? She does take note of Riva whom is new, well to the multiverse but she seems to be adapting well enough to things. Allyn gets a glance but not much else. Auron? Well shes pretty sure it might be Auron is also taken note of Finna however is the wild card to Tomoe. Who the heck is she? She does seem to known Allyn or can't resit the pull of a dog/wolf to pet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The man brings his head to rest against his arms, eyes falling on darkness as he tucks his head into them. The bartender walks away to fetch a bottle, and a glass, from a nearby rack. The bar maiden walks back behind him, glancing at his back briefly before moving along to another table.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His fingers tap, quietly a few times, and then Faruja's words fall upon his ears... followed shortly by Riva's... and he lifts his head lethargically before glancing this way and that.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Auron's silent glance is noted, and the man seems at least mildly visibly relieved that he didn't also pounce upon him as the other two did. Auron gets a slow nod, a hand is lifted to brush a stray lock of earthen blonde hair, and he sits up. A hand moves to tug at his scarf a bit, as the bartender returns with the crystal glass, and then slides across the bar quickly to procure it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Would that they might...&amp;quot;, he replies softly to Faruja, &amp;quot;...but these wounds, are of the Church's doing.&amp;quot; A simple, almost defiant, statement... with its edged softened only by noble mannerism. There's clearly some enmity there.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His gaze alights to Riva, and the glass is lowered from his lips after a soft, wet, inhalation. &amp;quot;...I dare say, you look familiar.&amp;quot; It takes a moment for him to process it and then, &amp;quot;...ah, yes. Of course. But I suppose you already have a base understanding of what ails me... come to dig a bit deeper then?&amp;quot; He takes another drink, and sighs. &amp;quot;...I can fault you none for that. I know what it is like... to pursue truth ardently...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His glance falls, momentarily on Tomoe as they glance towardd Faruja again... he takes stock of the girl, then offers to no one in particular... &amp;quot;...I feel as though I am well known...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva nods in response to Beowulf's response. &amp;quot;The problems you face sound like the kind that don't go away easily... And the kind of thing my people frown upon deeply.&amp;quot; Riva shrugs, and takes another drink. &amp;quot;You've got a lot of problems, and you know things that can help crack this thing wide open. I want to help you deal with the problem, because what you described is bad news not just for you, but for everyone.&amp;quot; She gestures with the tankard. &amp;quot;So help me help you. If you can detail what you know about the situation maybe we can fix it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe looks to the man as he arrives she keeps an eye on him curious about this. She looks the man for a moment, she tilts her head at Beowulf and sets down her drink to speak to hi. She pulls back her ood after a second as well. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;It kinda does end up tht way I admit Sir. It's also true you seem to be in a great deal of trouble as well. We may be able to help you in the end if your willing to work with us.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; A clawed hand upon the table squeezes just slightly. He buries his muzzle in his drink, downing half of it as he lets alcohol soothe away his anger at so bold a statement from a former knight. But hasn't the rat felt similar wounds? The touch of Heresy has been more widespread as of late. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Riva in particular gets Faruja's note. He /smiles/. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Methinks the Lady speaks the truth. Confession is oft a cleansing thing Ser. Though one done in...&amp;quot; There's the briefest nod to Riva, and in the general direction of all of those he's seen tonight. These are people he trusts to various degrees. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Private.&amp;quot; There's gold being gently counted out, as if the rat's about to rent a room. A bit more than that, no doubt for privacy. He simply doesn't trust so many ears here.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn sniffs at Finna when she starts to scritch and pet him, though he wouldn't let just anyone do that. It's unbecoming of a wolf, but he knows Finna and doesn't seem to mind the attention. He even rolls over to have his belly rubbed for her, even going as far as licking her hand and then chewing on it playfully. He know's she's not human and that's why he feels that it is alright for him to actually enjoy it. He does wince a little though, because he's still injured, but yet, he plays on. Though while he is playing with her, he still tries to keep an eye on the others and the man that they are talking to, as he is curious about what is being said. He nuzzles Finna's hand and presses his cold nose against her plam, nudging her a little to watch and listen too.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Here is where Auron speaks, in response to the 'well known' comment. &amp;quot;Perhaps you are,&amp;quot; he offers quietly. &amp;quot;Or perhaps we also know pain, and sensed a kindred spirit in you.&amp;quot; He falls silent then, and nods to Riva's words. And then to Faruja's statement. &amp;quot;Good idea,&amp;quot; he replies.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Poor beast. Got in a fight, huh?&amp;quot; Finna whispers, with almost conspiratorial interest. She even goes on to whisper, &amp;quot;Hopefully it was a win.&amp;quot; Scritch-scritch. She easens up on the assault now that she sees the injuries, avoiding the hurt areas. Her own tail starts wagging faster, and for one brief moment it looks like she's about to pounce Allyn! That would be when he starts getitng mouthy! She doesn't seem to mind that kind of attention at all. As if expecting it, she even wrestles against the playbite playfully a bit!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But then, she gives him a wink. One that suggests she's on to things.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Because she turns about, eyes on the distant man and ears sharpening their hearing through the use of focused Essence. Suddenly, the faintest whisper becomes clear to Finna, and she'll have no trouble listening to that conversation from across the room! Despite the din...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The dark-skinned ex-Templar casts a sidelong glance toward Faruja, as he speaks, and the thin line of his lips turn a bit. He looks almost remorseful, &amp;quot;...I have no sins to confess, but some which I must cleanse even still.&amp;quot; There's a pause. He shifts his eyes back to the far wall across from him, &amp;quot;...apologies, ser, for my misgivings. Days of sleeplessness, and my love bereft, have left me less less than pleasant feelings as late.&amp;quot; It's a small apology for offending the Burmecian's sensibilities, but there's not an ounce of remorseful piety to it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His brows knit, as he considers Riva and Tomoe's suggestion through the haze of tiredness. He lifts his right hand, brushing the flat of it against his brow and down the side of his face slowly, as his elbow rests against the flat of the bar. Several moments pass, and the bartender comes to refill his glass. ... But the Templar stops him, catching the tip of the wine bottle with a swift but dexterous movement. &amp;quot;...Mayhap not. Feel free to offer the rest of what I have paid for to someone else.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...I really ought to know better, what would she think... of me poisoning my mind and my body.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He turns, standing, from his stool... and nods to Auron briefly. &amp;quot;Brothers and sisters in suffering then. ... Perhaps I will give you what time I can afford. ... Let us make for the upstairs... better for the talking I should think.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He'll give them a few moments to register that, and then he'll begin to make his way back up the stairs and toward a nondescript door at the back of the hall. He gives Finna and Allyn a very brief glance downward, but says nothing particularly to them at this junction. Upon reaching the door, it leads to a bare minimum room, with a table and two chairs as well as a simple bed and a stool with bucket by the window. There is a fire place, though, and he goes to poke at it before staring toward the window...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva listens attentively, and nods. She doesn't say anything more at this point. She doesn't need to. she lets Beowulf head up to their room, and then Riva stands, nodding to her allies as she heads up as well, to sit down at one of the chairs. She'll let Beowulf handle things at his pace.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe sees the man is tired and isn't going to press too hard givne the state he's in. She is howeve rlistening to what he has to say. She looks at him for a moment seemingly sympathic hbut she remains silent, sometimes saying less is more after all.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn continues to wrestle with Finna for a few moments, his own tail wagging, it's been a while since he's really had someone to play with and he speaks quietly, &amp;quot;It was a draw the person didn't want to hurt me too badly, so she proposed we call it a drw.&amp;quot; he then notices the man and the others heading up the stairs and gives Finna a gentle nip, before he gets back to his feet. &amp;quot;Shall we follow them? I'm kind of curious, I still suspect that dragon he loves is carrying eggs or something. Especially the way he and the dragon acted.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He ponders for a few moments, &amp;quot;Actually, I've got an idea, lets instead of following them up, go outside. Maybe we can hear from the roof? I'll change and we can see.&amp;quot; he takes Finna's hand gently in his mouth and starts to tug her towards the door as he heads for the outside, where he shifts into a falcon and heads for the roof, looks like his flight feathers are done growing back in from whatever happened to them in his fight.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Mmm. Love oft makes one perform foolish, brave, craven, and courageous acts.&amp;quot; Comments the rat simply, before nodding to the man and the others speaking. Then? He'll wait for the Templar to rise and head up. He waits a minute or two before following. A glance back. Are the others following as well?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Auron is the last to head up to the room, and the last to enter. As such, he remains by the door. That's not because he's antisocial. It's because he's listening for anyone who might be passing outside. He would conceivably be able to hear their footsteps.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Thankfully, Finna has no real hard time sneaking off when nobody's looking. She follows after Allyn, and once she has a moment with no eyes on her... fwooosh, feathers and wings instead of skin and arms. She's a red-tailed hawk! A red-tailed hawk who's perching right outside the window of the appropriate room... but just to the side, so she can't be seen easily.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Thankfully, soundproofing with old construction like this is pretty shoddy.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The ex-Templar turns his attention back to the fire, after a few moments, stoking it as the crackling of flames and the distant noise of drunkards fills the gap of silence in. The iron poker is shoved forcibly against a thick cut log, pushing it back against the flame and inciting a growing warmth from the stone fireplace. Once he's done that, he stops... and places the poker back in the tool stand. He brings both hands together, rubbing them gently, before finally cutting to the heart of the matter, &amp;quot;...So then, ...&amp;quot; He turns, pacing slowly toward the nearby window and leaning against it to glance out into the snowy exterior. &amp;quot;...What do you want to know?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;From on high, it's easy to see nearly all of the small town of Gollund and much of the Felmarian plains. The southward blowing wind has since stilled, making the chill of the Felmarian winter more tolerable. Especially so for those with fur or feathers. Moving toward the eastward edge would take one near the window, where the voices within can be heard. Not too far from that window, however, and trudging through the snow at a snail's pace... is a sight of the unusual kind.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That very violet scaled, brawny, and near-wingless lizard (FFT Dragons have only shriveled flesh where wings once were) is in fact wandering behind the tavern - out of sight of most folk. Bigger than any man, even a man like /Erik Blackburn/, at roughly eight feet and a half in height with over a ton of weight to it, it mills about in search of... something.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Odd though it may be too see a lizard, even of that size, meandering through the snow... it doesn't seem to bother her any. In fact, she stops near a particularly festive looking shrub colored with berries red as blood... and takes a gigantic bite out of it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Followed by a lazy snort.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja speaks bluntly once they're all alone. &amp;quot;Quite simple: why art ye leaving the Templariate, Ser Cadmus? And didst ye see within the mines? Every detail, please. I...am not unfamiliar with the wounds ye speak of. Indeed. I seek to cleanse that which seeks to twist the Church's purpose. Ye may well say 'tis mine job.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then he turns to those who have followed and their thoughts.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva crosses her legs, relaxing in the chair, but watching Beowulf intently. This is a complicated man. &amp;quot;I don't want to waste your time, Sir Cadmus. But you mentioned things about people trying to summon up demons, didn't you? And then there's the question of how you got into this situation in the first place. Perhaps... you can start by telling us your story.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She nods as Faruja speaks. &amp;quot;It's not every day someone decides to quit what many people think is their calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe goes back to her drink she's very much enjoying it. It's good stuff better than most things she'd find in her world where everything is mass produced more or less now. She does however. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;It seems Faruja beat me to what I was going to ask. Still yes anything you might know about this would be of a lot of use, in trying to solve this issue.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She sets her mug down and looks at Beowulf for another moment pondering any further things she might ask him.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna hears - at first - more than sees the dragon out back. All the rustling gets her attention easily enough. She hop-hops away from Allyn over the roof and spots the creature... and then things start linking together.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Spreading her wings, she glides down, down, down towards the dragon... and lands on the snow. But by the time it has landed... the red-tailed hawk is now a fox.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;A white-furred fox, well-adapted for the cold, and it is apparently fearless towards that dragon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Tail and ears glittering silver, it trill-chirps softly at the dragon in greeting - sounding more like some sort of dove than a fox.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But, well, foxes can make a lot of odd noises when they want to.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn had perched next to Finna on the window, but just as he was going to try to get her attention and point out the dragon, it seems that she has noticed it already and had the same idea that he did. He flies down from the window and lands on the ground next to Finna and the dragon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He wonders if the dragon can speak, he knows that it at least understood what he said last time, because of the look she had given him. He tilts his head at the dragon curiously, &amp;quot;Can you speak?&amp;quot; he asks of the dragon.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Beowulf's eyes trails from the window to Faruja, and then slightly back again. His head turns slowly to acknowledge what his ears received, and it's clear from his expression even as he looks away that he is thinking. His body doesn't particularly follow, however, and he continues to lean against that window... with a distance to his demeanor. &amp;quot;...Of Demons and the Templarate...&amp;quot;, he mutters vaguely in respose to Riva, Faruja, and Tomoe at once. &amp;quot;...My problems certainly encompass them... neither particularly unleavened.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He leaves them to ponder his meaning for a bit, before he slowly begins to walk across the room. He sits upon the bed, quietly, with a soft rustling of cotton sheets and quilt. Then he interweaves his arms, and sighs.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...I am surprised you do not know, as surely as I know your station, that I am no mere Templarate. I was of the Lionel Gryphon Knights, defenders of the Cardinal Delacroix.&amp;quot; He shrugs his right shoulder, then, &amp;quot;...small matter I've kept the faith, but a man of the Church I am no longer. I turned my back upon it, when the love of my life was stolen from me by a man to whom I was sworn to protect.&amp;quot; He taps the fingers of his right hand against his left bicep slowly, &amp;quot;...I have only those in this room to thank that I have, in some way recovered her.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He swings his right leg, one over the other... before rocking back a bit. &amp;quot;...As to your question of Demons, yes... in a way. Demons take many forms, but I'd not mean the literal sort.&amp;quot; He glances toward Riva then, &amp;quot;...Of course, we saw one. I've no explanation for that other than a story.&amp;quot; He gestures in Faruja's direction with a tilt of the head, &amp;quot;..Our Lord Inquisitor here doubtlessly knows it as well. A common one, taught to all the faithful... of Saint Ajora and the Zodiac Braves. T'was that I was referencing. It said, an ancient king of Limberry once managed to conjure the Lucavi from the pits of hell itself.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As Finna descends, the Dragon continues to almost mindlessly crush leaves and branches alike in its maw along with the berries it sought. It's when the fox approaches though, that she stops... and drops a beady, red-eyed stare at the fox. From Finna's vantage point, those beady eyes might surely look like red hot burning embers.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Her maw falls open slightly, and some twigs fall out. The rest is swallowed down her monsterous gullet before she pokes her enormous muzzle at the tiny creature...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...and emits something akin to a purr in greeting.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Then, she turns her attention to Allyn... and her eyes widen a bit in recognition...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She promptly snorts at him in reply. And then stares pointedly in silence. If she did understand, she seemingly cannot reply verbally. May have to do with Dragons being extremely ancient.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;There's a gesture though. She picks up a branch from the nearby bush that she'd knocked off, offering it in mute greeting.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Holy Ajora, and his very own followers, the Zodiac Braves, bearing stones of symbols torn from the night's sky itself. Gathered, they slew the fell Daemon summoned by the Heretic-King of Limberry, the Lord's justice done.&amp;quot; Paraphrases the rat for those unfamiliar with the old tale. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja sighs. &amp;quot;Well. I hath nay orders regarding ye, Ser Cadmus. Yet. Leaving the Cardinal's service shall nay doubt come with a hefty price. Bluntly? Leave. Swiftly. Ye seem a good enough man, and I hath seen far too much blood and far more important matters to attend to than hunting ye. I take nay pleasure in such tasks.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; There's a small smile. &amp;quot;And if ye travel with thine love? Then ye art blessed indeed. However. Ye art troubled. 'Tis more to this tale?&amp;quot; FAruja can't help but feel relieved. At the least, the Church's secret is yet to be exposed. Perhaps, just maybe, it can be salvaged yet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna seems fearless towards the great dragon, despite the difference in size. And the same trilly-chirp's given towards Allyn when he swoops in.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;I understand that you cannot speak like this. Or write. And if you could, I couldn't read the language from here. But I may have an answer, although temporary, to give you human form. Not yours, had you one, and only for a day at a time. I cannot offer it endlessly, and cannot guarantee my magic will be strong enough... but if you'll take that offer, and tell your story...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Suddenly, the little fox's flesh ripples and shifts, expanding outwards into the human form of before. She's dressed in furs and leathers, unarmed, and her fox tail and ears are on full display. So, too, are previously unseen silvery claws, which she uses to prick a finger, drawing a steady flow of blood, and holds it out towards the dragon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;drip, drip, drip, the crimson liquid splashes against the fresh snow...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Then drink. There are no catches, but it won't last beyond a day.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn tilts his head at Finna's reply to the dragon, well, that might work he supposes, though it has taken him by surprise a little. So Finna can speak while shifted as well, though he has never heard her do so before now. Yeah, so even another talking animal that he wasn't expecting to do so, can take the shapeshifter by surprise, it's probably how some of the people he's met that were surprised when he could speak human speak as an animal, he never expected he'd feel that.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He watches as Finna shifts, but he stays in his falcon form, no reason to do the same thing as the fox woman, besides, he's not got any magic, well some might consider being able to shapeshift magic, but toher than that. Though he does have to say to Finna, &amp;quot;You can do that?&amp;quot; though there are a lot of 'thats' he is asking about.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He looks at the branch that is offered to Finna and himself? and plucks off one of the berries, well he doesn't want to be rude and not accept a gift, if that is what it is.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe says &amp;quot;Humm I see so yu are that highly placed? I see, my own faith had a time where there was rife crouption I can not disrepect your choice for walking over such Sir. If there's nything else we can do for you and her please ask.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She lisens about the information on the demons she gets a bit paled as he hears about it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;This is pretty dire...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva takes copious notes. It's clear she's going to have to get some more information on the situation. &amp;quot;I'm glad to have helped you in some way. It's a terrible thing to lose those you love.&amp;quot; Riva smiles at that, warmly. Maybe she's a bit of a romantic like that. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;However, things move to important matters and she starts, quickly looking back to her phone, with which she taps upon rapidly. &amp;quot;The Lucavi, huh. And this demon we saw was one of them?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva shoots Faruja a glance at that. &amp;quot;The man was betrayed, Sir Faruja. He claimed that himself. How can you expect him to simply forgive and forget that? Surely if that was that he'd have left already. There's something else that complicates things further.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Defiant again, Beowolf shakes his head, &amp;quot;...There are few swords my better in his service, and the respect I held as Captain with my knights not so easy to fell.&amp;quot; His eyes narrow a bit, but he doesn't really aim it at anyone in particular. The opposite wall gets the most of it. &amp;quot;...Lest they send Aliste or the Lord Folmarv after my head, I will likely go unfettered. The Lord Cardinal is not a man known for his lack of generosity either.&amp;quot; His eyes shift, turning toward Faruja, &amp;quot;...but I am sure you are quite aware of his Holiness's charity.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Dragon stares quietly, at Finna's offer for the longest... quietly cotemplating the offer... with eyes as red as the blood she sheds focused intensely upon the wound. Then, a heavy step is taken toward her and the Dragon's maw opens slowly...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Beowulf uncrosses his legs, &amp;quot;...and lest I should sully the good Cardinal's name, let it be known I am still his devotee. I would protect such a man with my life, even though my faith in the the Church itself wanes.&amp;quot; He paces again... head turning quietly toward Riva as she speaks to Faruja, and adding when she's done &amp;quot;...Indeed. And... What you ask of me would be considered heresy, Lord Inquisitor. Would you hear a heretic, turn-coat, knight incriminate one of your own?&amp;quot; He gives Faruja time to consider this, and adds, &amp;quot;...If not, then perhaps...&amp;quot; He starts to suggest Faruja leave, but doesn't wish it to be taken the wrong way. He doesn't hate the Burmecian after all.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He wanders back to the window, and tucks his hands behind his back, &amp;quot;...then here is heresy, laid bare: ...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, a shrill shriek comes from outside the building. And it draws Beowulf's stare.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Down below... the Dragon seems to have taken Finna's offer. No longer a Dragon, however, she...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...has instead become a wretched, humanoid, lizard-like beast that could easily by mistaken for a fiend! Though she possess the slender, shapely, form of a woman... it is covered in violet scales. Hands and feet have become great clawed appendages. Even her, somewhat human, face bears scales upon it that mar her otherwise beautiful features. And she's still with eyes like embers... that are presenty burning holes in a nearby window. Upon seeing herself, she promptly staggers back, &amp;quot;...Worse, ...&amp;quot; ... And then turns to run off through the snowy plains! &amp;quot;...It's WORSE!!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;(Pic: http://x-tattoos.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/tribal-dragon-tattoo-for-women-8.jpg)&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Upstairs -&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Beowulf suddenly turns, darting for the door, leaving Faruja just one more juicy little morsel of heresy before he leaves, &amp;quot;...Gods be damned.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;This leaves one Finna staring after the dashing dragoness-woman. Then blinking. And gaping. She asides to Allyn, &amp;quot;Yes... yes I can.... and THAT hasn't happened before!&amp;quot; Well, nothing quite as lovel to hear as a screaming, shrieking, woeful woman, but in Finna's moment of perplexion, the fox-girl seems slightly bemused at the results. The face she makes is kind of like a big smile, and something more like a deer in headlights as she scrunches up her shoulders and starts tapping her index fingers together.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;... Thaaaaaat was.. different! Maybe the curse is a biiiiiiit too powerful... maybe?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She's smiling, but she's also wincing. Oof.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; If being a diplomat has taught him nothing else, there's a time to backpedal mercilessly. Case in point: now. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I wouldst never offer such a fine knight as thyself into the fell depths of Heresy. I merely ask that ye tell me aught but the tru...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Before Faruja can get any futher, there's a shriek. Faruja looks out the window. He has the briefest thought of his own beloved. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A glance to Beowulf. &amp;quot;Watch thine tongue.&amp;quot; Chastises the rat, before making his leave. He's had all that he can gain here.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Having remained quiet for the conversation, Auron does indeed hear the shriek. And he's not on Beowulf's heels on the way out. Though he won't be by the time they get where they're going. He's not a fast runner. &amp;quot;...What was that?&amp;quot; he asks, when Beowulf stops running. Because he's totally gonna follow him. He may need to catch up though...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn tilts his head to peer up at Finna and blinks, then looks after the running dragon woman. &amp;quot;That was interesting, but we shouldn't just stand here.&amp;quot; he flies up to Finna's shoulder and pecks her on the ear to draw her back into the here and now. &amp;quot;We should go after her, so someone doesn't hurt her, or she doesn't hurt herself, don't you think?&amp;quot; well it seems like it was Allyn and Finna's fault after all. &amp;quot;We'll need to protect her.&amp;quot; he launches off Finna's shoulder then and flies off in the direction the dragonwoman went.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva sounds more agitated as Beowulf and Faruja dance around the central problem. &amp;quot;This is a difficult situation... But I certainly don't doubt your loyalty or ability, Sir Cadmus. However, even with all of this we still haven't come to the actual point...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva suddenly looks over and gasps. &amp;quot;What the hell is going on!?&amp;quot; She hisses, before standing up and following Beowulf as quickly as she can. Faruja might be ready to give up on him but she is not.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is going to do what she can but there's little she can do now she leaves some coin to pay for her drink and she rises up, then something strange goes down. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Wait what's this?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Much like Auron she's going to get up and try to seew what the heck is going on here.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>416/Pub Meet: Cuckoolander</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;BrightEyes52: Created page with &amp;quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/08/14 |Location=Ivalice |Synopsis=After an investigation, and a daring jaunt into the mines, the party that pursued Beowulf and his Dragon int...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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|Date of Scene=2014/08/14&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=After an investigation, and a daring jaunt into the mines, the party that pursued Beowulf and his Dragon into the mines wants some answers. And so, they venture down to the pub to see if he's still around for the telling...&lt;br /&gt;
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|Cast of Characters=6, 129, 152, 236, 307, 495, 513&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Poses&lt;br /&gt;
|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Gollund - It's nearly nightfall, the sinking sun's descent on the horizon has the sky awash in a brilliant mixture of orange, yellow, violet and blue shades over which sparse clouds almost glowing gold hang. The Felmarian Plains is... saturated with snow as usual. Several inches deep and frigid to the touch, especially as a southbound wind blows through. The citizenry are as sparse as the clouds, most have taken to their homes by now... the few that haven't have probably taken to...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...the tavern. There is a raucous noise coming from that direction too, as a cacophony of voices resonate from within and without. Sounds of laughter and drunken fellows making merry upon the old wooden deck, celebrating their precious hours of freedom as only hard working Ivalician men know how. Every candle, torch, and/or chandelier is lit tonight... making the tavern easily the brightest area in this small little mining town out in the middle of nowhere.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Upon closer inspection, there appears to be at least ten men on the deck tonight. Many are seated around tables, drinking and playing cards. Some, however, are standing... and moving about... even as the bar maids come and go themselves. One man, who has probably had one too many, seems to be... attempting to dance in a far corner by himself. If one is watching carefully, they might even see a brief flare of purple behind him off deck and around the tavern side... but it's gone the moment his gaze wanders in that direction.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; A Templar leaving service. It's a rare thing, usually leading to a position in the clergy, or simply training the next generation of knights of the Church. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then there's desertion. Any Order of knights has that problem, and it's never a pleasant duty to attend to. Thus, the distinctly /not/ merry figure of one Faruja Senra steps into the bar. Dressed in brown robes and a cross, he limp-walks in, playing the part of a lowly priest. After all, depending on /just/ what the man he's hunting for says, it might be best to not be recognized if he can help it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; For now, the rat finds a seat at the bar, single eye discretely taking stock of all about. The dancing man in the corner does draw the eye a touch!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva is here, but she's not in Templar uniform. She doesn't want to give the wrong message tonight. If the man wants to get out of the business, that's none of her business. What she /is/ interested in, are the other things she heard from him. She is seeking out this man, this... Beowulf Cadmus, for her own research and interrogation. She's dresses in a black coat, shirt and slacks. She might be notable, but probably not nearly as notable as her Templar uniform. She arrives at the bar and orders a drink, looking around casually as she plops down a couple gil to pay for it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn limps into the bar slowly, seems the wolf is pretty slow to heal from wounds he got not all that long ago. His ears and tail lowered as he makes his way inside the bar. He glances around for a few moments and pads over towards the fireplace and curls up on the ground. Well, it's probably not the best vantage point to be in, but his ears perk a little so he can keep tabs on sounds and such here and there.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;There's more than one robed man in the tavern that evening. Auron is wearing his hooded red outfit again. Though unlike Faruja, he wears no cross. He doesn't have his Katana this time, but he is by no means unarmed -- he has his hidden blades with him. They are, as the name implies, hidden under his sleeves. He's left his hood up as well, to hide the top of his face, and the scarf hides the bottom of his face.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He enters the tavern a bit after the others, taking a seat nearby Faruja without being too close. Yet he's not so far away that he can't see the others. A way to make it seem that they're not together, while still keeping close enough that they can keep in contact.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is a bit behind the others in her time arriving, Tomoe had been a bit behind Auron in his arrival she's got a hood up but it does not too much to deflect whom it is. Given how tall she is she tends to stand out in that regard in this world. She moves to sit down however and seem to be just here to get drink and something to eat. That is not the cause but apperance right? Still from the looks of her she might be some sort of templar.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna's here! in fact, she's been here for a while. Did she pre-empt Faruja? Probably. But whatever the case, there's another serving girl among the flotilla, and nobody seems to be paying ANY attention whatsoever to her fox ears and tail - eyes simply slide away from them, and from the fact that she has never been here before.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;As opposed to JUST pickpocketing gil from the locals, she's at least chosen to do some work while snitching a handful of gil from here and a handful from there, until she's secreted up about a few days' wages worth!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She's of course, told nobody any of this, and never will. So when Faruja ambles in, her nose wrinkles once, and she casts a smile his way! SMILE SMILE! WELCOME!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;When Allyn moves toward the fireplace, from beneath the blanket of raucous bar noise comes the subtle clicking of wood againt wood and a closing latch. Soft thuds of leather boots make their way slowly across the second floor balcony, stopping only to turn slightly and descend a long stairwell to the first floor.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;From behind the hanging chandelier, suspended well above the bar floor, and down the second floor stairway, comes a well-dressed man. In comparison to the even the most well kempt man here, he is an impeccable image of nobility. This despite the wearied expression which can be found in his features. He is a sharp-looking man with sandy blonde hair swept neatly back, wearing a ruffled orange scarf over an evergreen coat and silver breast plate with pants of white silk. A sword, encased in white scabbard with gold trim rocks gently at his waist with each step down toward the first floor... while cream-colored fingertips glide softly over the rail.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His descent is met, briefly, by an approaching bar maiden bearing drinks. Briefly, a one-way exchange occurs... with the girl eyeing him with an inviting smile. And yet, he nary even affords her more attention than it takes to move from her path.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The man moves toward the bar, briefly addressing the bartender. Anyone within earshot might hear him say, &amp;quot;...Sleep eludes me this night as well. ... Wine please.&amp;quot; before he casts his eyes about... where it falls upon Allyn in the corner particularly...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja recognizes Riva, Tomoe, Auron, and Finna alike, the rat flicking his tail once to each one. Otherwise? He remains relatively motionless as he orders a drink. Should Finna pass by? There's a wink. Someone's here and being discrete! Rare for the rat. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Blonde hair, impeccable looks, right height. That's his man. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The nezumi moves a seat down, and offers a kindly smile. Sip ale. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Methinks wine, good Ser, shan't do ye well upon that matter. Might I suggest visiting a White Mage? Or mayhaps prayer.&amp;quot; The last bit is whispered, and the rat taps his cross meaningfully.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;It was a matter of time. Her questions said that the man was still here. And in order for him to leave, he'd have had to take the dragon with him. And that's... a little harder to disguise. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva sits there nursing her drink for a bit, mentally comparing it to things she's had before while giving him a few moments to sit and relax. Well, it's better than Budweiser...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;You look like you have a lot on your mind, Sir.&amp;quot; Riva comments, looking over to him with a small smile. &amp;quot;Having so much weighing on you doesn't seem to work for you. Care to share? Maybe another perspective can help.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn feels a little lazy with the fire warming his fur, though yeah it might be a little strange for a wolf to just be laying there like that. His ears do perk a little more as he hears the sound of footsteps coming from up above, but other than that he doesn't make a response. He listens for the sound of them coming down the stairs as well, staying alert, but unmoving.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He does open his eyes and lift his head off his paws though once he feels the man's eyes on him as he returns the look and tilts his head curiously. Not sure why the man is looking at him so, but curious, well maybe the man recognizes him or something. He also gives a sniff in the man's direction, though he might not smell anything because they are in an inn afterall and there is a lot to smell, but for now he's just acting like any normal animal would.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The sound of someone descending the stairs has Auron tilting his head in that direction, just enough to see who it is. He waits in his place though, until the man has found a place to settle. Then, while others speak and offer moral guidance, Auron merely places himself nearby, offering silent support. He doesn't want to overwhelm him. However he does offer a nod of greeting, and tilts his head up just enough that his face can be seen for a moment. Just to let the other man know who he is. He's not a thief, don't worry.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna does return the wink as she passes by Faruja, and keeps an ear open towards the man and the goings-on. But she knows from experience that a CRAPLOAD of people dogpiling on one soggy-minded sleep-deprived man in a tavern is NOT gonna go over well, so she doesn't join that effort.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Instead, she takes a minute break from her work to ASSAULT wolf-Allyn with scritches behind the ears and a thorough batch of affectionate petting! Even belly rubs, if he goes for that thing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe looks over to Faruja but she says nothing yet, she gets her order placed and she leans back in her chair as she moves to wait and watch really. That's mostly what she's here for right? She does take note of Riva whom is new, well to the multiverse but she seems to be adapting well enough to things. Allyn gets a glance but not much else. Auron? Well shes pretty sure it might be Auron is also taken note of Finna however is the wild card to Tomoe. Who the heck is she? She does seem to known Allyn or can't resit the pull of a dog/wolf to pet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The man brings his head to rest against his arms, eyes falling on darkness as he tucks his head into them. The bartender walks away to fetch a bottle, and a glass, from a nearby rack. The bar maiden walks back behind him, glancing at his back briefly before moving along to another table.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His fingers tap, quietly a few times, and then Faruja's words fall upon his ears... followed shortly by Riva's... and he lifts his head lethargically before glancing this way and that.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Auron's silent glance is noted, and the man seems at least mildly visibly relieved that he didn't also pounce upon him as the other two did. Auron gets a slow nod, a hand is lifted to brush a stray lock of earthen blonde hair, and he sits up. A hand moves to tug at his scarf a bit, as the bartender returns with the crystal glass, and then slides across the bar quickly to procure it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Would that they might...&amp;quot;, he replies softly to Faruja, &amp;quot;...but these wounds, are of the Church's doing.&amp;quot; A simple, almost defiant, statement... with its edged softened only by noble mannerism. There's clearly some enmity there.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His gaze alights to Riva, and the glass is lowered from his lips after a soft, wet, inhalation. &amp;quot;...I dare say, you look familiar.&amp;quot; It takes a moment for him to process it and then, &amp;quot;...ah, yes. Of course. But I suppose you already have a base understanding of what ails me... come to dig a bit deeper then?&amp;quot; He takes another drink, and sighs. &amp;quot;...I can fault you none for that. I know what it is like... to pursue truth ardently...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His glance falls, momentarily on Tomoe as they glance towardd Faruja again... he takes stock of the girl, then offers to no one in particular... &amp;quot;...I feel as though I am well known...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva nods in response to Beowulf's response. &amp;quot;The problems you face sound like the kind that don't go away easily... And the kind of thing my people frown upon deeply.&amp;quot; Riva shrugs, and takes another drink. &amp;quot;You've got a lot of problems, and you know things that can help crack this thing wide open. I want to help you deal with the problem, because what you described is bad news not just for you, but for everyone.&amp;quot; She gestures with the tankard. &amp;quot;So help me help you. If you can detail what you know about the situation maybe we can fix it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe looks to the man as he arrives she keeps an eye on him curious about this. She looks the man for a moment, she tilts her head at Beowulf and sets down her drink to speak to hi. She pulls back her ood after a second as well. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;It kinda does end up tht way I admit Sir. It's also true you seem to be in a great deal of trouble as well. We may be able to help you in the end if your willing to work with us.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; A clawed hand upon the table squeezes just slightly. He buries his muzzle in his drink, downing half of it as he lets alcohol soothe away his anger at so bold a statement from a former knight. But hasn't the rat felt similar wounds? The touch of Heresy has been more widespread as of late. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Riva in particular gets Faruja's note. He /smiles/. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Methinks the Lady speaks the truth. Confession is oft a cleansing thing Ser. Though one done in...&amp;quot; There's the briefest nod to Riva, and in the general direction of all of those he's seen tonight. These are people he trusts to various degrees. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Private.&amp;quot; There's gold being gently counted out, as if the rat's about to rent a room. A bit more than that, no doubt for privacy. He simply doesn't trust so many ears here.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn sniffs at Finna when she starts to scritch and pet him, though he wouldn't let just anyone do that. It's unbecoming of a wolf, but he knows Finna and doesn't seem to mind the attention. He even rolls over to have his belly rubbed for her, even going as far as licking her hand and then chewing on it playfully. He know's she's not human and that's why he feels that it is alright for him to actually enjoy it. He does wince a little though, because he's still injured, but yet, he plays on. Though while he is playing with her, he still tries to keep an eye on the others and the man that they are talking to, as he is curious about what is being said. He nuzzles Finna's hand and presses his cold nose against her plam, nudging her a little to watch and listen too.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Here is where Auron speaks, in response to the 'well known' comment. &amp;quot;Perhaps you are,&amp;quot; he offers quietly. &amp;quot;Or perhaps we also know pain, and sensed a kindred spirit in you.&amp;quot; He falls silent then, and nods to Riva's words. And then to Faruja's statement. &amp;quot;Good idea,&amp;quot; he replies.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Poor beast. Got in a fight, huh?&amp;quot; Finna whispers, with almost conspiratorial interest. She even goes on to whisper, &amp;quot;Hopefully it was a win.&amp;quot; Scritch-scritch. She easens up on the assault now that she sees the injuries, avoiding the hurt areas. Her own tail starts wagging faster, and for one brief moment it looks like she's about to pounce Allyn! That would be when he starts getitng mouthy! She doesn't seem to mind that kind of attention at all. As if expecting it, she even wrestles against the playbite playfully a bit!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But then, she gives him a wink. One that suggests she's on to things.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Because she turns about, eyes on the distant man and ears sharpening their hearing through the use of focused Essence. Suddenly, the faintest whisper becomes clear to Finna, and she'll have no trouble listening to that conversation from across the room! Despite the din...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The dark-skinned ex-Templar casts a sidelong glance toward Faruja, as he speaks, and the thin line of his lips turn a bit. He looks almost remorseful, &amp;quot;...I have no sins to confess, but some which I must cleanse even still.&amp;quot; There's a pause. He shifts his eyes back to the far wall across from him, &amp;quot;...apologies, ser, for my misgivings. Days of sleeplessness, and my love bereft, have left me less less than pleasant feelings as late.&amp;quot; It's a small apology for offending the Burmecian's sensibilities, but there's not an ounce of remorseful piety to it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His brows knit, as he considers Riva and Tomoe's suggestion through the haze of tiredness. He lifts his right hand, brushing the flat of it against his brow and down the side of his face slowly, as his elbow rests against the flat of the bar. Several moments pass, and the bartender comes to refill his glass. ... But the Templar stops him, catching the tip of the wine bottle with a swift but dexterous movement. &amp;quot;...Mayhap not. Feel free to offer the rest of what I have paid for to someone else.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...I really ought to know better, what would she think... of me poisoning my mind and my body.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He turns, standing, from his stool... and nods to Auron briefly. &amp;quot;Brothers and sisters in suffering then. ... Perhaps I will give you what time I can afford. ... Let us make for the upstairs... better for the talking I should think.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He'll give them a few moments to register that, and then he'll begin to make his way back up the stairs and toward a nondescript door at the back of the hall. He gives Finna and Allyn a very brief glance downward, but says nothing particularly to them at this junction. Upon reaching the door, it leads to a bare minimum room, with a table and two chairs as well as a simple bed and a stool with bucket by the window. There is a fire place, though, and he goes to poke at it before staring toward the window...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva listens attentively, and nods. She doesn't say anything more at this point. She doesn't need to. she lets Beowulf head up to their room, and then Riva stands, nodding to her allies as she heads up as well, to sit down at one of the chairs. She'll let Beowulf handle things at his pace.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe sees the man is tired and isn't going to press too hard givne the state he's in. She is howeve rlistening to what he has to say. She looks at him for a moment seemingly sympathic hbut she remains silent, sometimes saying less is more after all.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn continues to wrestle with Finna for a few moments, his own tail wagging, it's been a while since he's really had someone to play with and he speaks quietly, &amp;quot;It was a draw the person didn't want to hurt me too badly, so she proposed we call it a drw.&amp;quot; he then notices the man and the others heading up the stairs and gives Finna a gentle nip, before he gets back to his feet. &amp;quot;Shall we follow them? I'm kind of curious, I still suspect that dragon he loves is carrying eggs or something. Especially the way he and the dragon acted.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He ponders for a few moments, &amp;quot;Actually, I've got an idea, lets instead of following them up, go outside. Maybe we can hear from the roof? I'll change and we can see.&amp;quot; he takes Finna's hand gently in his mouth and starts to tug her towards the door as he heads for the outside, where he shifts into a falcon and heads for the roof, looks like his flight feathers are done growing back in from whatever happened to them in his fight.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Mmm. Love oft makes one perform foolish, brave, craven, and courageous acts.&amp;quot; Comments the rat simply, before nodding to the man and the others speaking. Then? He'll wait for the Templar to rise and head up. He waits a minute or two before following. A glance back. Are the others following as well?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Auron is the last to head up to the room, and the last to enter. As such, he remains by the door. That's not because he's antisocial. It's because he's listening for anyone who might be passing outside. He would conceivably be able to hear their footsteps.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Thankfully, Finna has no real hard time sneaking off when nobody's looking. She follows after Allyn, and once she has a moment with no eyes on her... fwooosh, feathers and wings instead of skin and arms. She's a red-tailed hawk! A red-tailed hawk who's perching right outside the window of the appropriate room... but just to the side, so she can't be seen easily.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Thankfully, soundproofing with old construction like this is pretty shoddy.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The ex-Templar turns his attention back to the fire, after a few moments, stoking it as the crackling of flames and the distant noise of drunkards fills the gap of silence in. The iron poker is shoved forcibly against a thick cut log, pushing it back against the flame and inciting a growing warmth from the stone fireplace. Once he's done that, he stops... and places the poker back in the tool stand. He brings both hands together, rubbing them gently, before finally cutting to the heart of the matter, &amp;quot;...So then, ...&amp;quot; He turns, pacing slowly toward the nearby window and leaning against it to glance out into the snowy exterior. &amp;quot;...What do you want to know?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;From on high, it's easy to see nearly all of the small town of Gollund and much of the Felmarian plains. The southward blowing wind has since stilled, making the chill of the Felmarian winter more tolerable. Especially so for those with fur or feathers. Moving toward the eastward edge would take one near the window, where the voices within can be heard. Not too far from that window, however, and trudging through the snow at a snail's pace... is a sight of the unusual kind.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That very violet scaled, brawny, and near-wingless lizard (FFT Dragons have only shriveled flesh where wings once were) is in fact wandering behind the tavern - out of sight of most folk. Bigger than any man, even a man like /Erik Blackburn/, at roughly eight feet and a half in height with over a ton of weight to it, it mills about in search of... something.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Odd though it may be too see a lizard, even of that size, meandering through the snow... it doesn't seem to bother her any. In fact, she stops near a particularly festive looking shrub colored with berries red as blood... and takes a gigantic bite out of it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Followed by a lazy snort.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja speaks bluntly once they're all alone. &amp;quot;Quite simple: why art ye leaving the Templariate, Ser Cadmus? And didst ye see within the mines? Every detail, please. I...am not unfamiliar with the wounds ye speak of. Indeed. I seek to cleanse that which seeks to twist the Church's purpose. Ye may well say 'tis mine job.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then he turns to those who have followed and their thoughts.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva crosses her legs, relaxing in the chair, but watching Beowulf intently. This is a complicated man. &amp;quot;I don't want to waste your time, Sir Cadmus. But you mentioned things about people trying to summon up demons, didn't you? And then there's the question of how you got into this situation in the first place. Perhaps... you can start by telling us your story.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She nods as Faruja speaks. &amp;quot;It's not every day someone decides to quit what many people think is their calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe goes back to her drink she's very much enjoying it. It's good stuff better than most things she'd find in her world where everything is mass produced more or less now. She does however. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;It seems Faruja beat me to what I was going to ask. Still yes anything you might know about this would be of a lot of use, in trying to solve this issue.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She sets her mug down and looks at Beowulf for another moment pondering any further things she might ask him.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna hears - at first - more than sees the dragon out back. All the rustling gets her attention easily enough. She hop-hops away from Allyn over the roof and spots the creature... and then things start linking together.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Spreading her wings, she glides down, down, down towards the dragon... and lands on the snow. But by the time it has landed... the red-tailed hawk is now a fox.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;A white-furred fox, well-adapted for the cold, and it is apparently fearless towards that dragon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Tail and ears glittering silver, it trill-chirps softly at the dragon in greeting - sounding more like some sort of dove than a fox.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But, well, foxes can make a lot of odd noises when they want to.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn had perched next to Finna on the window, but just as he was going to try to get her attention and point out the dragon, it seems that she has noticed it already and had the same idea that he did. He flies down from the window and lands on the ground next to Finna and the dragon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He wonders if the dragon can speak, he knows that it at least understood what he said last time, because of the look she had given him. He tilts his head at the dragon curiously, &amp;quot;Can you speak?&amp;quot; he asks of the dragon.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Beowulf's eyes trails from the window to Faruja, and then slightly back again. His head turns slowly to acknowledge what his ears received, and it's clear from his expression even as he looks away that he is thinking. His body doesn't particularly follow, however, and he continues to lean against that window... with a distance to his demeanor. &amp;quot;...Of Demons and the Templarate...&amp;quot;, he mutters vaguely in respose to Riva, Faruja, and Tomoe at once. &amp;quot;...My problems certainly encompass them... neither particularly unleavened.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He leaves them to ponder his meaning for a bit, before he slowly begins to walk across the room. He sits upon the bed, quietly, with a soft rustling of cotton sheets and quilt. Then he interweaves his arms, and sighs.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...I am surprised you do not know, as surely as I know your station, that I am no mere Templarate. I was of the Lionel Gryphon Knights, defenders of the Cardinal Delacroix.&amp;quot; He shrugs his right shoulder, then, &amp;quot;...small matter I've kept the faith, but a man of the Church I am no longer. I turned my back upon it, when the love of my life was stolen from me by a man to whom I was sworn to protect.&amp;quot; He taps the fingers of his right hand against his left bicep slowly, &amp;quot;...I have only those in this room to thank that I have, in some way recovered her.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He swings his right leg, one over the other... before rocking back a bit. &amp;quot;...As to your question of Demons, yes... in a way. Demons take many forms, but I'd not mean the literal sort.&amp;quot; He glances toward Riva then, &amp;quot;...Of course, we saw one. I've no explanation for that other than a story.&amp;quot; He gestures in Faruja's direction with a tilt of the head, &amp;quot;..Our Lord Inquisitor here doubtlessly knows it as well. A common one, taught to all the faithful... of Saint Ajora and the Zodiac Braves. T'was that I was referencing. It said, an ancient king of Limberry once managed to conjure the Lucavi from the pits of hell itself.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As Finna descends, the Dragon continues to almost mindlessly crush leaves and branches alike in its maw along with the berries it sought. It's when the fox approaches though, that she stops... and drops a beady, red-eyed stare at the fox. From Finna's vantage point, those beady eyes might surely look like red hot burning embers.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Her maw falls open slightly, and some twigs fall out. The rest is swallowed down her monsterous gullet before she pokes her enormous muzzle at the tiny creature...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...and emits something akin to a purr in greeting.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Then, she turns her attention to Allyn... and her eyes widen a bit in recognition...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She promptly snorts at him in reply. And then stares pointedly in silence. If she did understand, she seemingly cannot reply verbally. May have to do with Dragons being extremely ancient.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;There's a gesture though. She picks up a branch from the nearby bush that she'd knocked off, offering it in mute greeting.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Holy Ajora, and his very own followers, the Zodiac Braves, bearing stones of symbols torn from the night's sky itself. Gathered, they slew the fell Daemon summoned by the Heretic-King of Limberry, the Lord's justice done.&amp;quot; Paraphrases the rat for those unfamiliar with the old tale. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja sighs. &amp;quot;Well. I hath nay orders regarding ye, Ser Cadmus. Yet. Leaving the Cardinal's service shall nay doubt come with a hefty price. Bluntly? Leave. Swiftly. Ye seem a good enough man, and I hath seen far too much blood and far more important matters to attend to than hunting ye. I take nay pleasure in such tasks.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; There's a small smile. &amp;quot;And if ye travel with thine love? Then ye art blessed indeed. However. Ye art troubled. 'Tis more to this tale?&amp;quot; FAruja can't help but feel relieved. At the least, the Church's secret is yet to be exposed. Perhaps, just maybe, it can be salvaged yet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna seems fearless towards the great dragon, despite the difference in size. And the same trilly-chirp's given towards Allyn when he swoops in.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;I understand that you cannot speak like this. Or write. And if you could, I couldn't read the language from here. But I may have an answer, although temporary, to give you human form. Not yours, had you one, and only for a day at a time. I cannot offer it endlessly, and cannot guarantee my magic will be strong enough... but if you'll take that offer, and tell your story...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Suddenly, the little fox's flesh ripples and shifts, expanding outwards into the human form of before. She's dressed in furs and leathers, unarmed, and her fox tail and ears are on full display. So, too, are previously unseen silvery claws, which she uses to prick a finger, drawing a steady flow of blood, and holds it out towards the dragon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;drip, drip, drip, the crimson liquid splashes against the fresh snow...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Then drink. There are no catches, but it won't last beyond a day.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn tilts his head at Finna's reply to the dragon, well, that might work he supposes, though it has taken him by surprise a little. So Finna can speak while shifted as well, though he has never heard her do so before now. Yeah, so even another talking animal that he wasn't expecting to do so, can take the shapeshifter by surprise, it's probably how some of the people he's met that were surprised when he could speak human speak as an animal, he never expected he'd feel that.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He watches as Finna shifts, but he stays in his falcon form, no reason to do the same thing as the fox woman, besides, he's not got any magic, well some might consider being able to shapeshift magic, but toher than that. Though he does have to say to Finna, &amp;quot;You can do that?&amp;quot; though there are a lot of 'thats' he is asking about.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He looks at the branch that is offered to Finna and himself? and plucks off one of the berries, well he doesn't want to be rude and not accept a gift, if that is what it is.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe says &amp;quot;Humm I see so yu are that highly placed? I see, my own faith had a time where there was rife crouption I can not disrepect your choice for walking over such Sir. If there's nything else we can do for you and her please ask.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She lisens about the information on the demons she gets a bit paled as he hears about it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;This is pretty dire...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva takes copious notes. It's clear she's going to have to get some more information on the situation. &amp;quot;I'm glad to have helped you in some way. It's a terrible thing to lose those you love.&amp;quot; Riva smiles at that, warmly. Maybe she's a bit of a romantic like that. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;However, things move to important matters and she starts, quickly looking back to her phone, with which she taps upon rapidly. &amp;quot;The Lucavi, huh. And this demon we saw was one of them?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva shoots Faruja a glance at that. &amp;quot;The man was betrayed, Sir Faruja. He claimed that himself. How can you expect him to simply forgive and forget that? Surely if that was that he'd have left already. There's something else that complicates things further.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Defiant again, Beowolf shakes his head, &amp;quot;...There are few swords my better in his service, and the respect I held as Captain with my knights not so easy to fell.&amp;quot; His eyes narrow a bit, but he doesn't really aim it at anyone in particular. The opposite wall gets the most of it. &amp;quot;...Lest they send Aliste or the Lord Folmarv after my head, I will likely go unfettered. The Lord Cardinal is not a man known for his lack of generosity either.&amp;quot; His eyes shift, turning toward Faruja, &amp;quot;...but I am sure you are quite aware of his Holiness's charity.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Dragon stares quietly, at Finna's offer for the longest... quietly cotemplating the offer... with eyes as red as the blood she sheds focused intensely upon the wound. Then, a heavy step is taken toward her and the Dragon's maw opens slowly...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Beowulf uncrosses his legs, &amp;quot;...and lest I should sully the good Cardinal's name, let it be known I am still his devotee. I would protect such a man with my life, even though my faith in the the Church itself wanes.&amp;quot; He paces again... head turning quietly toward Riva as she speaks to Faruja, and adding when she's done &amp;quot;...Indeed. And... What you ask of me would be considered heresy, Lord Inquisitor. Would you hear a heretic, turn-coat, knight incriminate one of your own?&amp;quot; He gives Faruja time to consider this, and adds, &amp;quot;...If not, then perhaps...&amp;quot; He starts to suggest Faruja leave, but doesn't wish it to be taken the wrong way. He doesn't hate the Burmecian after all.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He wanders back to the window, and tucks his hands behind his back, &amp;quot;...then here is heresy, laid bare: ...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, a shrill shriek comes from outside the building. And it draws Beowulf's stare.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Down below... the Dragon seems to have taken Finna's offer. No longer a Dragon, however, she...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...has instead become a wretched, humanoid, lizard-like beast that could easily by mistaken for a fiend! Though she possess the slender, shapely, form of a woman... it is covered in violet scales. Hands and feet have become great clawed appendages. Even her, somewhat human, face bears scales upon it that mar her otherwise beautiful features. And she's still with eyes like embers... that are presenty burning holes in a nearby window. Upon seeing herself, she promptly staggers back, &amp;quot;...Worse, ...&amp;quot; ... And then turns to run off through the snowy plains! &amp;quot;...It's WORSE!!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Upstairs -&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Beowulf suddenly turns, darting for the door, leaving Faruja just one more juicy little morsel of heresy before he leaves, &amp;quot;...Gods be damned.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;This leaves one Finna staring after the dashing dragoness-woman. Then blinking. And gaping. She asides to Allyn, &amp;quot;Yes... yes I can.... and THAT hasn't happened before!&amp;quot; Well, nothing quite as lovel to hear as a screaming, shrieking, woeful woman, but in Finna's moment of perplexion, the fox-girl seems slightly bemused at the results. The face she makes is kind of like a big smile, and something more like a deer in headlights as she scrunches up her shoulders and starts tapping her index fingers together.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;... Thaaaaaat was.. different! Maybe the curse is a biiiiiiit too powerful... maybe?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She's smiling, but she's also wincing. Oof.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; If being a diplomat has taught him nothing else, there's a time to backpedal mercilessly. Case in point: now. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I wouldst never offer such a fine knight as thyself into the fell depths of Heresy. I merely ask that ye tell me aught but the tru...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Before Faruja can get any futher, there's a shriek. Faruja looks out the window. He has the briefest thought of his own beloved. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A glance to Beowulf. &amp;quot;Watch thine tongue.&amp;quot; Chastises the rat, before making his leave. He's had all that he can gain here.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Having remained quiet for the conversation, Auron does indeed hear the shriek. And he's not on Beowulf's heels on the way out. Though he won't be by the time they get where they're going. He's not a fast runner. &amp;quot;...What was that?&amp;quot; he asks, when Beowulf stops running. Because he's totally gonna follow him. He may need to catch up though...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn tilts his head to peer up at Finna and blinks, then looks after the running dragon woman. &amp;quot;That was interesting, but we shouldn't just stand here.&amp;quot; he flies up to Finna's shoulder and pecks her on the ear to draw her back into the here and now. &amp;quot;We should go after her, so someone doesn't hurt her, or she doesn't hurt herself, don't you think?&amp;quot; well it seems like it was Allyn and Finna's fault after all. &amp;quot;We'll need to protect her.&amp;quot; he launches off Finna's shoulder then and flies off in the direction the dragonwoman went.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva sounds more agitated as Beowulf and Faruja dance around the central problem. &amp;quot;This is a difficult situation... But I certainly don't doubt your loyalty or ability, Sir Cadmus. However, even with all of this we still haven't come to the actual point...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva suddenly looks over and gasps. &amp;quot;What the hell is going on!?&amp;quot; She hisses, before standing up and following Beowulf as quickly as she can. Faruja might be ready to give up on him but she is not.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is going to do what she can but there's little she can do now she leaves some coin to pay for her drink and she rises up, then something strange goes down. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Wait what's this?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Much like Auron she's going to get up and try to seew what the heck is going on here.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>364/Museum Caper: Tailmon and Kudamon</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;BrightEyes52: Created page with &amp;quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/08/07 |Location=New York, Brooklyn, USA |Synopsis=Black Tailmon visits an art museum! ...And Kudamon tries (unsuccessfully) to keep her out of...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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|Synopsis=Black Tailmon visits an art museum! ...And Kudamon tries (unsuccessfully) to keep her out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:526|Black Tailmon (526)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;New York City, Brooklyn, USA, - The sound of busy city-life is ever present here, horns honking, car engines purring, the dull thudding of many varied feet against the sidewalk and more. The morning sun, dulled by a sparse layer of cloud cover over head, bathes the vast expanse of urban sprawl in its warmth.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Here, amidst the towering glass and steel structures of the city and the many colorful advertisements placed at every conceivable vantage point (paper, video screen, carboard sign or otherwise), the citizens of New York go about their daily doings - shopping, dining at the various restaurants, working, or wandering through to their next destination in this very commercial district in Brooklyn.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Somewhere, high above, a shadow leaps from street light to street light. Upon closer inspection, that shadow in fact appears to be some type of -cat-. Or cat-like creature, anyway. It is black, with overly large ears, a rounded body and a long, skinny, vine-like tail. The ends of its ears and tail are tipped with splashes of dark violet, its paws... are, in fact, disproportionately large false forepaws of similar violet coloration.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The creature stops, just a few lights short of a parking lot... which is directly east of a very large, by area, two story building of yellow and green that stretches across a wide swath of green, park-like, area in the shape of an L. There appear to be families of humans coming and going from two of its eastern entrances.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;&amp;quot;Hmm...&amp;quot;&amp;amp;gt;, Tailmon broadcasts over radio, &amp;amp;lt;&amp;quot;...art exhibit? Well, doesn't -that- look cute. ... Maybe I'll pay a little visit... ~&amp;quot;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Then, she leaps off... darting across the parking lot toward the building in question.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:478|Kudamon (478)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Kudamon was exploring good old New York. Not because he was here to sightsee, but because he found a picture or two in his searches sighting a Digimon in this world very recently. He was trawling the media sources for it, and it popped up on someone's feed out of the blue and blew up across the net. And when he picked up a radio signal, he began to track it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He floats above the crowd, disregarding the stares he gets. Art exhibit... well there are signs up about one near where the signal came from, so he tracks them to the entrance.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Kudamon floats across the parking lot and toward someone who is bound to try to rough him up for fun. He clutches the digivice on his collar and lets out a sigh. Here he goes again, getting into trouble without any backup.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;All the while, he tries to remember if he spoke to this specific Digimon over the radio before.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:526|Black Tailmon (526)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;It isn't until she is practically at the door, that Black Tailmon catches sight of the potential interloper. Rather than address them, as a proper 'lady' should, however... she just flashes a fangy smile at the other Digimon momentarily. There's a fleeting, mischievous, glance and then... she pads quietly into an open doorway swung wide by a much bigger human male and his accompanying child with her tail held high! Albeit, slightly curled at the end...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...She doesn't seem to have much trouble entering either, not what one would expect for a seemingly wild beast anyway! In fact, many of the adults, or older children, who look upon her seem to... disregard her entirely. The small children, however, ...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Look mommy, a kitty!&amp;quot;, a blonde little girl points excitedly... prompting her mother to glance, quizzically, &amp;quot;...a kitty?&amp;quot; There's a pause, her eyes turn this way and that. &amp;quot;...Where?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Even the museum staff dont seem to make a ruckus, ... until she leaps onto a table top. &amp;quot;..uhhh... miss... you shouldn't sit there...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:478|Kudamon (478)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;When Kudamon enters the Museum, he is probably not ignored. In fact, he looks at Black Tailmon with a growing sense of displeasure as she just ambles around as if she owns the place, and even that look she gave at him earlier got under his skin quite effectively. He pauses to look at her, the dour expression he is making probably seeming a little strange from a Digimon to what looks like a human to most of the museum-goers.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Hello,&amp;quot; he greets, with that tired patience of someone who knows he's probably wasting it on this person. &amp;quot;Could you, maybe, try to avoid causing trouble again? I only want to talk.&amp;quot; He holds his forepaws up reassuringly, red claws splayed out. His expression switches to a pleading smile, trying to make it clear that he isn't here to fight with her. He just doesn't like fighting very much.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:526|Black Tailmon (526)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;When Kudamon enters, there most certainly is an initial fuss. In fact, one of the male staff, dressed in a green button-up vest over white shirt and black pants, comes moving toward the entrance to corral him even as nearby children cry various exclamations and variations of 'look, a puppy!'. This time, the 'puppy' is certainly noticed... with some parents lifting their children and backing away. One even whispers, &amp;quot;That's not a puppy, dear...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Black Tailmon turns her subtly glowing gaze upon Kudamon, quietly, ignoring the elderly staffer who seems to be trying to convince her to unseat from the table (and failing at it). &amp;quot;...it is my seeing dog.&amp;quot;, she declares, before leaping off the table finally. Every adult in the room look at one another, but staff eventually relents... even if they do think Kudamon looks like a strange dog indeed!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She then waits, patiently, for Kudamon to join her, &amp;quot;...come then.&amp;quot; He'd probably best accept her invitation, if he doesn't want to have MORE trouble to deal with.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Quietly, she adds, if he joins her &amp;quot;...You assume over much. I rather enjoy art viewing.&amp;quot;, and then walks off whether he joins her or not.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Halfway into the foyer, and out of the immediate sight of staff... a sign suspended on the opposite wall catches her eye. A sign that reads 'Animal Exhibit'. It provokes a mischievous grin, and she promptly begins to... climb a nearby T-Rex skeleton only to walk along its spine toward the hallway the sign points to. The skeleton rattles under her weight, but doesn't yet come tumbling down. &amp;quot;...I consider myself an artist too, you know...!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:478|Kudamon (478)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Kudamon is called a dog. Nevermind that it is entirely inaccurate, the confused look he gives toward the shout indicates that he isn't sure whether to respond to that or not. He lets it run over him like water off a duck's back, instead more focused on Tailmon and the obvious illusion she is creating for those around her. He is not enthused by being described as her personal beast of burden, instead seeming to get a little stressed at the idea of having to follow her through the Museum. He briefly considers just leaving this be.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Soon he catches up with her, and lets out a sigh, looking around with plenty of nervous energy. He is about to speak when--&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;A bone-rattling noise! He turns his head and his adorable little limbs start flailing in panic, trying to catch Tailmon's attention. He hisses out a whisper, trying really hard not to shout, &amp;quot;Please do not do that...! That is very expensive!&amp;quot; Once she's stepped off of it, or stopped, whichever, he wonders at her, &amp;quot;And what kind of art is your specialty, exactly?&amp;quot; It's hard to hide the skepticism in his voice.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:526|Black Tailmon (526)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Oh, is it?&amp;quot; She replies, nonchalantly, not an -ounce- of caring to be found in her tone as she continues to walk along the spine of the Tyrannosaurus Rex... bones clattering noisily all the while! It will probably only be a matter of time before staff comes along... and spots 'the blind lady in a red dress' walking along the spine of a dinosaur exhibit with her 'seeing dog' panicking at its feet!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She pads beneath the rays pouring in from a skylight, just inches from its skull, before she glances at Kudamon again... still smiling that toothy, care-free, grin. &amp;quot;..You're too stuffy for your own good! You should learn to relax.&amp;quot; She leaps from the skeleton, to the floor nearby, sending it rattling and shaking violently before all returns to quiet again. It's at this point, a staffer looks in from further down the hall...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...before furrowing their brows and moving on to another exhibit nearby.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;You orderly types, always trying to control what cannot be...&amp;quot;, she turns her nose up slightly and begins to head toward the 'animal 'exhibit' - a large open area, apparently filled with parents and children staring into what seems to be glass enclosures. There's a staffer on the floor, handling what looks like a Gila Monster as he explains the animal to the children.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;To his last question, she adds, &amp;quot;...blood smatterings upon the canvas of life, or the joyous music of chaotic confusion I create... such is my inspirationem... ~&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...My muse... a wicked, wicked, squirrel scampering up the tree of life...&amp;quot;, she pauses, &amp;quot;...why does that image make me angry...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:478|Kudamon (478)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Kudamon wishes he did not get up out of bed this morning, when she displays absolutely no concern for the pain or trouble she could cause by being so careless with something like a fossil display. He tries to remind himself that this person is probably not someone who has a lot of empathy... He deflates when he realizes he's unlikely to be able to talk her out of doing these things. Instead, he should just try to distract her by talking to her.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He's not going to fight her in the middle of a building full of civilians and expensive things that could break. That would be a disaster.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;These rules are in place for very good reasons,&amp;quot; he tells her, in a gentle tone of voice. &amp;quot;The well-being of others. What of the person who pieced together that display, or the many people who dug it up out of the ground? The countless visitors who come to marvel at it? You risk ruining a piece of history, a piece of art, by doing something like that.&amp;quot; He follows her as she moves, shaking his head slowly at the words he's hearing. It's a familiar mindset.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;A mindset of one of the Demon Lords.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But how would this be one of them? He looks at her quizzically when she's not looking back at him as he mulls over the possibilities. &amp;quot;I haven't the foggiest clue,&amp;quot; he lies, when she remarks about her subconscious ire towards Yggdrasil.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Consider me a very contrary art critic, when it comes to your behavior,&amp;quot; he tells her, making a face of discomfort at how awkward that sounds. &amp;quot;You don't need to cause chaos to create art. In fact, chaos has a nature that makes it very difficult to appreciate any artistic talent that goes into it. Many just see the chaos, and they don't see the person who did it. Just a darkened image masking who they really are.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:526|Black Tailmon (526)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Blah, blah, blah...&amp;quot;, she sits in the entryway, almost defiantly, across from the museum staff member with the Gila Monster. Her ears twitch, the leftward one swings round instinctively as she hears a woman and child walk down the hallway behind them. &amp;quot;Rules are boring, and so are you.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The staff member glances in their direction, mid-lecture, as the large black and cream spotted lizard writhes in his arms. It's mouth is apparently bound closed. &amp;quot;...Uh... animals...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...my seeing dog.&amp;quot; Black Tailmon reiterates, as the staff member stares momentarily.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Okay, well as I was saying... these are very venomous lizards so...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Ooooh, venomous...&amp;quot;, the black cat murmurs almost to herself enthusiastically. She then realizes Kudamon is still there, and her eyes pop wide... before turning to glance at him.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And then narrow as she catches the tail-end of what he said, &amp;quot;...Some art forms are merely misunderstood.&amp;quot; Her tail lashes, with a hint of irritation. &amp;quot;..The problem lies with the observer's limited perspective, not the artist...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:478|Kudamon (478)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Kudamon looks over at the staff member, and then over to Black Tailmon again. He frowns when he picks up on the museum's 'no pets' policy. Why does she keep vouching for him, he wonders? &amp;quot;Art is a subjective creation. All perspectives are limited,&amp;quot; he tells Tailmon, &amp;quot;So no one person will see it the same way as you do. Maybe some will agree with you, but...&amp;quot; He shakes his head slightly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Why do you enjoy chaos so much?&amp;quot; he wonders at her. He knows there are some Digimon that are just naturally inclined to being troublemakers if the conditions are right. Still... &amp;quot;And why do you dislike those of us that cling to rules...?&amp;quot; He pauses for a second, and seems saddened when he imagines why that would be. &amp;quot;Because we try to ruin your fun, right?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:526|Black Tailmon (526)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Black Tailmon's ears flit again, as she eyes the writhing lizard, almost completely blocking out the first half of everything Kudamon says. Ideas are formulating.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She casts a silent, sidelong, glance at one of the children nearby the staff member in question... a glance that remains until he returns it... and begins to toddle toward her and away from his apparent mother. &amp;quot;...Why?&amp;quot;, she finally responds to the other Digimon again, before walking toward the boy suddenly... &amp;quot;...some things are best demonstrated...!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;This is the three second warning, and three seconds is all he'll have to recognize what is about to happen before...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Kitty!&amp;quot;, the little boy in overalls calls out, as the black cat walks towards him. It draws a look from practically everyone in the room, and....&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...What's a cat doing in here?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Jimmy, come back here!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Please, don't startle the...!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It all happens at once. Black Tailmon darts by the boy's legs, causing him to fall, and when the museum staff instinctively reaches for the boy... the giant lizard squirms loose.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly a black cat and an angry giant lizard are rampaging around the room, people are panicking, and attempting to avoid both,...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...and a priceless vase tumbles from a pillar as a panicked human female falls into it!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It's like dominoes, except with people!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:478|Kudamon (478)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Kudamon's tactical sense kicks into overdrive the moment Tailmon decides to start causing trouble. His eyes scan over to the child. No, he doesn't expect she'll hurt the child, only the very worst Digimon do that. She knocks the boy over, and the staff drops the lizard. He disregards the lizard for now, since he saw its mouth was bound and lizards like that would only bite someone if they had their space invaded anyways.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;His eyes flick, and then he bolts through the room and snatches the vase out of the air right before it hits the floor. He sets it carefully back on its pedestal, and then looks around the room with a hawkish gaze, trying to spot anymore threats to person or property. &amp;quot;I'm going to need all visitors to vacate the room,&amp;quot; he calls out in a loud and clear voice, &amp;quot;While the museum staff wrangles the reptile! Move slowly, so you don't startle it any further, or knock anyone or anything over!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He's already making sweeping motions with one of his paws and gently urging folks out of the room. &amp;quot;Everything will be fine if you remain calm!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:526|Black Tailmon (526)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Someone call animal control!&amp;quot;, the staff member yells as he chases the rampant Gila monster across the room. Parents begin to grab their children and run, but less because they were 'told' to and more because -talking animals are rampaging loose in the museum-! For a few moments, not much can be heard in the room except screaming and the thunder of panicked human foot steps. And then... silence.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Don't worry, I...&amp;quot;, the museum staff says to absolutely no one, as he picks up the giant lizard again. He only then realizes he's alone... with those weird creatures. He doesn't even stoop to pick up the hat that fell off his head... he just backs away.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Hmph.&amp;quot; Black Tail grouses, leaping onto a pillar with yet another priceless artifact. Her prehensile tail crooks, picking the stone pitcher up by the handle and dangling it off the edge while she stares pointedly at Kudamon. &amp;quot;...You're boring, AND stupid.&amp;quot; The stone pitcher rocks, uneasily, on the end of her tail... suspended just feet from the floor by willful restraint. &amp;quot;...No one was harmed, yet your first reaction is to impose order. ... Why? How do you not suffocate under the sheer weight of your imagined moral responsibilities!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...You'd come running if I dropped this wouldn't you? Ever the faithful slave to your own ideologies, even if it meant I'd kill you for doing so!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Dark laughter erupts from her... deep, rich, smooth femininity laced with mocking hatred. &amp;quot;...I don't know why... but I hated you from the moment I laid eyes upon you! ... I just needed a little bit of confirmation.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She drops then vase, then leaps from the pedestal to the floor and breaks into a run. &amp;quot;...Ta ~ !&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:478|Kudamon (478)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The room has been cleared, for the most part, and nothing bad has happened. And then he hears Tailmon speak. She insults him, which doesn't really hurt that much. Or at all. Juvenile tactics don't work on him. But the phrase 'imagined moral responsibilities' weighs on him. His ears wilt.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Kudamon stares at Tailmon, his brow furrowed. She's right. He's too attached to the order baked into him from years of training from Yggdrasil's knights. People that no longer care about the poor Digimon left behind, and gladly would've destroyed everything to impose order. His face screws up and, for a minute, he feels like he's about to cry just from sheer frustration.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Kudamon isn't much of a badass. He's got his limits.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And then the vase is dropped, and, predictably, he bolts in that direction to catch it, fumbling it for a second and eventually settling on the floor and clutching it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But she's already running off. He looks where she's going and this time just doesn't know whether he should bother chasing her or not. All he would be doing is feeding her selfish thrills with his own suffering and toil.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:526|Black Tailmon (526)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Whether he follows, or doesn't... she's pretty quick to depart. After all, there's no fun to be had where a stick-in-the-mud like that one will only interrupt! Hmm... is that a fish cart...?!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>360/Trouble in Harajuku</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;BrightEyes52: Created page with &amp;quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/08/07 |Location=Temporary Tokyo |Synopsis=Black Tailmon gets into some hijinx, causing a small riot in one of the countless instances of Haraj...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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|Date of Scene=2014/08/07&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Temporary Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=Black Tailmon gets into some hijinx, causing a small riot in one of the countless instances of Harajuku, Tokyo. Gawain, Kotone, and ... a sentai cosplayer show up to stop it. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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|Cast of Characters=7, 526, 533, 535&lt;br /&gt;
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:526|Black Tailmon (526)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tokyo City, Harajuku District, Shibuya - It's afternoon, in Tokyo, and the sun hangs suspended from high above - radiating its warmth upon the packed streets of the Harajuku district. This district, in particular, is well known for its predisposition toward high fashion and theatricality, and nowhere else is this more apparent than amongst the youth culture that dwells here. Dressed in clothing that ranges from the eye-catching and colorful to the gaudy and bizarre, the youth of this district in particular stand out amongst the tightly packed throngs of common Japanese citizens - perhaps exercising one of the only blatant forms of rebellion they have in what is otherwise a highly conservative society.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;This district is also well known for its retail chains, restaurants, and the consumer opportunities they present.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;But today, here is another kind of rebellion which readily becomes apparent...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The sound of glass shattering breaks dull and rhythmic sound of orderly chaos that is the business here. Women scream, children run, and people begin to experience panic as a group of hoodlum Japanese kids come running down the streets... unloading bricks into nearby stores and shoving people around. Several of them are men, many of them shirtless - some wearing denim or leather vests - with piercings and tattoos galore. One of them flicks open a lighter, waving it furiously at people in a taunting fashion, before chasing them away.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:526|Black Tailmon (526)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Bystanders, who don't run immediately, begin to dig out their phones and snap pictures and record video of the scene taking place. They begin to upload it to social media websites and others places as well. No doubt, the news will pick up on it soon...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Kotone Yamakawa had come to an alternate version of Tokyo it was father back in the timeline, so to speak. It likely wouldn't go the way her world did but old fiction and such. Collectables, model kits? It's freaking heaven after all it's stuff she couldn't find easily back home but that's not to be today her amazing day of shopping and relazing just goes down the drain. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She Looks as evrthing is going nuts now she looks to the crowd and narrows her eyes, she also checks her connection to see if there's any survalence systems or other means she might contact the Tokyo Police, however one of the bricks get launched and was about to hit her. Her hadn moves up and she catches it with a grunt, that might get ... some attention. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;That's ... not nice.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Somewhere else: &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;How many more tests do I have to do, K?&amp;quot; Ziggy Grover asked, as he tugs on his suit once again. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;At the least, until you can teleport without leaving behind the suit,&amp;quot; Dr. K replies icly, her attention devoted to the computer monitors she has before her. &amp;quot;Try it again, Ranger Series Operator Green.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;It's ZIGGY! Z-I-G-G-Y!&amp;quot; the lanky man replies again, before sighing, tapping his rev morpher attached to his wrist. A flourish, a pose, and... &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;RPM! GET IN GEAR!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And then the Green Ranger flexes. &amp;quot;Okay, let's get this show on the road, doc. Where to?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;The other end of the lab will do, Ranger Green.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Well... here goes!&amp;quot; A flash... and... &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A Green Ranger materializes, somewhere in the air above Tokyo. &amp;quot;Wha... AAAAGHGH!&amp;quot; There is a flailing of limbs in mid-air and then down goes the Green Ranger, apparently into the vicinity of the hoodlums. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Oooo, somehow, K, I don't think we're in Corinth anymore...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Did the interwebs cry HAVOC? Never fear, a dude..in a suit is here! On..a motorcycle?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Sir Gawain actually..looks nothing like most people would think of Sir Gawain from legend, short blonde hair, a black and gold suit, and he's riding a freaking motorcycle! The knight is actually riding his white motorcycle fairly skilled, as he drives through the street towards the panic, shouting loudly as he rushes forward on the bike. &amp;quot;Hoodlums! Stop where you are, before I am forced to stop you!&amp;quot;. Followed by leaping off the bike and staring with a firm expression at the people causing the havok. And then he glances to the man in green armor. &amp;quot;Ah, another knight? Well then, allow us to break this up peacefully!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:526|Black Tailmon (526)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;One of the hoodlums, a Japanese female, wearing a red and black striped shirt with black bra worn on the outside, and a leather skirt, waves her finger accusingly in Kotone's direction before spouting crude Japanese, &amp;amp;lt;&amp;quot;...Of course it ain't, what are you... stupid?&amp;quot;&amp;amp;gt;. The girl's hair is, obviously, bleached blonde with white streaks, pulled up in lolita ponytails on either side of her head. A chain piercing leads from her right nostil, all the way across to her ear. &amp;amp;lt;&amp;quot;You best get out of here, if you know what's good for you!&amp;quot;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A male walks by her, grabbing a baseball bat from a nearby busted shopping window, before menacing Kotone too. There's a brief, near instantaneous, glow of violet to his eyes that quickly fades away as evidence of malevolent intentions creeps into his features in the form of a sneer.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The falling of someone dressed like a FRIGGIN' green Sentai Ranger, from the sky, gets the crowd of bangers to spread out. They take turns looking at him, and the newly arriving Gawain, in turn. The one with the baseball bat just runs over toward a nearby mailbox, smashing the glass door in on it before kicking the metal container (to little effect) for good measure!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Then, the police arrive... on bicycles no less. Two fairly average men wearing blue and black uniform with bullet proof vests over the top. &amp;amp;lt;&amp;quot;..Hey! Break this up! You are under arrest!...&amp;quot;&amp;amp;gt;, one of them shouts before pulling a night stick...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...only to be clocked from behind, suddenly, by the other one and knocked to the ground. Stepping over his partner, in short order, he advances on the three...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...as a black, fluffy, tail swiftly disappears into an alleyway behind him...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Kotone Yamakawa looks t the woman with the dyed blonde hair and she replies back in japanese. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;amp;lt;Is that what you think?&amp;amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She's not armed today but as always she's go the nanovest on from her work with XCOM. Then comes someone from super sentai falling out of the sky she's about to say more as the cops show up but it looks like she's going to end up with the Green Ranger landing on her. There's this moment of wait what before the iumpact bt thankfully the cops are here and someone else is arriving from the looks of it. She is however now on the ground possibly still under the Green Ranger.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;What...?&amp;quot; The Green Ranger holds his head, trying to center himself. &amp;quot;Where am I? Dr. K?&amp;quot; Behind the visor, Ziggy's eyes shift towards the motorcycle. That he was wearing black and gold only causes a bit of a pause. And then the crowd of bangers surrounding him even start smashing mailboxes, causing Ranger Green to scramble to his feet quickly, arms waving in dismay. &amp;quot;Wait, wait, I'm not even supposed to be here! I was supposed to be back in K's lab, you know, doing the whole 'getting to know you' thing. You know, I talk, she glares... that's the whole dynamic going, you know? I think I'm starting to get her to crack a bit and...&amp;quot; Tilting his head, Ranger Green gestures with his hands, back and forth between himself and the one with the baseball bat. &amp;quot;I don't suppose you care about any of that. So uh... I'm guessing... you all look like you're Japanese, and I'm pretty sure we didn't have a Japanese population this big... well we did, but we usually see them only when we're fighting these grinders, for SOME reason... oh, this is going to be one of -those- fights, is it? I mean, we've got someone who's a knight and... WHOA!&amp;quot; Ducking underneath the bat, Green Ranger scoots backward quickly, and ducks behind the Japanese woman with the black bra... &amp;quot;Is that lace you're wearing? I like it! The chain... it's a nice touch&amp;quot; and a wave of the hand at the knight. &amp;quot;Come in, water's fine!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;As the police men come forth, Sir Gawain smiles. Someone will help ou- oh, the cop knocked his partner out, and that smile turned into a frown. As the cop came forward the nighstick, swinging at them, the knight moved forward, taking the swing straight to the chest..without flinching, before reaching a hand up in an attempt to stop the nightstick. The cop might notice Gawain is /immensely/ strong, probably more than an average person by tons.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;What do you think you are doing? You are a trusted law enforcement officer of this fair city, yet you assault your own brother-in-arms and come after me and several civilians? Do you have no shame, no pride in the crest you wear?&amp;quot;, Gawain says gesturing to the badge. And then, with one hand, he attempts to grab the nightstick again, and just /toss it/ as far away as possible, because obviously this guy doesn't deserve weapons. And then his eyes glance, looking to see if anything else is going amiss as he deals with the rogue cop.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:526|Black Tailmon (526)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Japanese cop with nightstick growls, lowly, as Gawain grabs at the weapon he swung. Despite his best efforts, it is yanked from his grip and discarded somewhere in the backdrop. It lands, with a clatter, atop a vehicle roof... before rolling off onto the concrete. The action forces him to step back, but...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The grunt who attacked the news stand earlier lunges forward shortly after... swinging that baseball bat toward Gawain with an unintelligible roar!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Japanese female's heavily painted eyes narrow as Ziggy makes comment about her. Rather than attack, however, she comes after him with a verbal retort, &amp;amp;lt;&amp;quot;...What're you supposed to be, weirdo? That shit ain't in fashion for anybody except maybe basement dwelling Otaku!&amp;quot;&amp;amp;gt;. As she fires off the nasty verbal retort, two more of the male bangers attempt to sneak up behind him and get him in a hold!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Somewhere above, a shadow moves across the edge of a store rooftop... before bounding down onto a street lamp and stopping there to shrink. If one looks closely... it is apparently not a shadow at all! It is a black cat... with some very huge ears and eyes glowing subtly violet. Its tail whips, erratically, at the mid-day air as it stares... but it seems content not to do too much yet...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Kotone Yamakawa is now getting up for a moment she looks at Zioggy for a moment shaking her head as she rises up from where she ghot landed on. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...your in Tokyo.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She shake he head a bit as she tries to right her seld and then comes Sir Gawain and she kinda stares for a moment. She look to see the Knight and then looks to the officer. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...this...what the?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She backs off a bit, clearly trying to think things over here. She eyes the thrown night stick, she wants to go afgter it but the guy's sneaking up on then dude in green. Kotone is not military grade but she's stronger than an unagumented human is, which is what he's going to find out as she attempt to clobber him.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Ranger Green, I can hear you.&amp;quot; Dr. K's voice could freeze liquid nitrogen, even as far away as she was. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Can't talk, I've got a number to pick up. Hey, you're pretty cute. Here, hold still, we're playing ring around a rosy...&amp;quot; Ranger Green sing-songs, as he ducks underneath a swing and then pulls Kotone up quickly, using her as a center to run around in a half-circle and jump up for a kick to someone's face, before letting go. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Excuse me?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Not you, I was just talking to one of the natives... who says I'm in Tokyo.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;If you're quite done with your poor attempts of a mimicry of a peacock in heat, I have news on your whereabouts. It appears you slipped through a crack and ended up in another city, in another universe.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Not listening, busy ducking!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;An infinite tapestry of multiple universes woven out of patches of an infinite number of worlds.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;You know, fighting -cops- here... or people dressed up as law enforcement officers... hey, you -really- shouldn't be wearing the badge, it sort of, you know, dishonors the uniform if you're behaving like this...&amp;quot; Ranger Green calls out as he hops onto the back of the rogue cop, and tries holding him still for the Knight &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I could leave you there,&amp;quot; Dr. K says flatly, somehow managing to sound saccharine at the same time. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I'm all ears,&amp;quot; Ranger Green replies, hands to his ears... just before he gets yoinked off and into a hold. &amp;quot;Whoa, whoa, what? Hey, I got nothin' against basement dwelling otaku. I do have problems with being, well, hit! Not the face! NOT THE FACE!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Ranger Green, you're wearing a visor,&amp;quot; Dr. K replies calmly. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Oh. Well, bring it on! ... wait, you didn't have to take me literally! Uh... hey pillow girl, you hit, I duck?&amp;quot; The last sentence was a bit of a plea for help from Kotone. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Sir Gawain looks towards the cop with a stern 'you've been bad' face, as suddenly a guy with a bat comes towards Gawain's side, about to thwack into his skull.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And then, things suddenly turn Matrix as Gawain swivels his head quickly back, narrowly dodging the bat, before sidestepping and moving his own hand straight at the bat. If he's able to get a grip on it, he proceeds to..lightly take it away, and drop it to the ground. Looking towards the hoodlum, he speaks clearly. &amp;quot;What is the meaning of all this violence? Speak up, or I shall hold no mercy to an opponent.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:526|Black Tailmon (526)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Kotone's efforts to break up the hold the bangers have on Ziggy is successful, her brutal strike connecting with one of the punks and sending him sprawling on the ground in short order. He goes skidding across the asphalt so hard, he eventually winds up INSIDE the broken shop window! Despite it being nearly two feet off the ground.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The other punk backs off, fear setting in a bit. ... Or, he begins to. But then, he stops in his tracks... trembling... as if he can barely control himself. ... The invisible struggle finally sees him just plain pass-out.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The baseball bat swinging banger whiffs, eyes going wide as Gawain casually dodges and then snatches his weapon from his hands with force that is strong enough to actually -break- the bat handle in two.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The bat hits the asphalt in two pieces with a loud clunk.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, the banger runs... and when he does... literally all of the trouble makers do.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;All, execpt the girl... who gets knocked to the ground by a terrified and fleeing punk.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A quiet yawn comes from above, and the black cat rises before -steeeeeeeeetching- out across the light post in a full body stretch. It the turns in a circle, drops onto its haunches, and stares down at what's left of the chaotic scene below...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Well... that was boring. I guess my power isn't quite what I thought it was!&amp;quot;, the voice is velvet smooth, deep, feminine and it...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...It's coming from that cat up there.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...You lot are no fun at all!&amp;quot; Her amber eyes fix on Gawain, though, and she purrs... tailling flicking in a lazy rhyhm behind her... &amp;quot;...I can forgive -you- I suppose. You're pretty attractive, for a human..&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Kotone Yamakawa pauses for a moment as he asks her to hold still, Kotone holds still almost deathy so and she's not sure just Sjhe stands there as the guy in green uses heras a pole she also stammers &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Thanks!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The compliment combiend with the chaos of the fight has got an off but reflex response she also may have over done that hit and she fears what she might have done. She halts however and looks aup at hte voice as it calls out to them. She narrows her eyes a little bit as she tries to get a feel for her. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Your behind this?!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Oh yeah, lady's got a -punch-,&amp;quot; Ranger Green hoots. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;There is an exasperated harumph. &amp;quot;Focus, Ranger Series Operator Green,&amp;quot; Dr. K says. &amp;quot;If you're going to come back, you're going to need some sort of energy source.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Sort of in the middle of a fight here,&amp;quot; Ranger Green responds. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Your breathing is slowing down, and aside from a high concentration of body odor, I see no indicating that you're currently in combat.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;... Hey, I've got to cool down, right? I mean, if I don't, I'll have hallucinations. Like the talking cat that's flirting with the Black and Gold Knight.&amp;quot; Ranger Green's head cants upwards, then at Sir Gawain. &amp;quot;You're hearing this too, are you?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Multiverse, Ranger Series Operator Green. There's bound to be talking cats. What, you never read the Cat in the Hat?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;... aren't you a little old for that now?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;... Keep communications open, while I work on a way to bring you back.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Ranger Green nods, before sauntering up to Sir Gawain. &amp;quot;So, um... I don't mean to interrupt.&amp;quot; Hands waves towards the ground then upwards. &amp;quot;But you're aware that you're -totally- different species, right?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Sir Gawain stares at the cat with a mix of bewilderment and suspicion, as he steps back. &amp;quot;Reveal your identity and..species, feline, and I will do the same. Sir Gawain, Knight of the Round Table and Heroic Spirit, Saber-Class.&amp;quot;. Normally he'd take flattery well, but she../IS/ a cat.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And then Gawain turns to Ranger Green. &amp;quot;I am completely aware of my status. Are you new to the Multiverse, Green Knight who I am not aware of the name of?&amp;quot;. He also nods his head to Kotone in acknowledgement as well.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:526|Black Tailmon (526)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...behind?&amp;quot; The amber-eyed cat responds to Kotone, baring fangs a bit as she... smiles? Clearly not a normal cat here. Her ears fold, but slightly, against her head as her thin, vine-like, tail whips from one side to the other... tossing its fleshy, violet, forked tip about like a ship upon a stormy sea. &amp;quot;...I am never -behind- anything, or anyone!&amp;quot; She turns her nose up slightly, eyes closing, &amp;quot;...I just reached -deep- within the recesses of their minds, pulling free the restrained chaos -within- from the grasp of impotent morality!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;After a silence, she turns her eyes back upon Gawain, ... and ... Ziggy. &amp;quot;...Oh? Did you figure that out -all- by yourself?&amp;quot; She asks, her tone mocking, smooth like swiftly melting butter as she crouches again. &amp;quot;You poor, special, dear. ... This explains your aesthetic sense, clearly.&amp;quot; Her left ear cants, picking up the sound of foot steps as the fallen girl from earlier attempts to flee. But she does nothing.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I am Black Tailmon, and I am what is referred to as a 'Digimon'. A being of digital origin, hailing from...&amp;quot; She pauses, snarls, eyes narrowing as she seethes through her teeth. &amp;quot;...It makes my teeth itch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Then her eyes pop open again, and she looks around... &amp;quot;...Anyway! Yes, you are a fine specimen of a man. ... Or Heroic Spirit, whatever that is.&amp;quot; She sits up again, assuming an almost proud posture with her chest stuck out... tufts of ebony hair fuzzy like lint protruding from her sternum. &amp;quot;...The word 'heroism' crawls through my mind like an inchworm... tickling the worst parts of it. I don't know -which- parts... but I hate them!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Anyway, I'm rather bored now. ... Ta! ~&amp;quot; She shouts, before leaping from the lamp post and onto a nearby ledge... content to leave... unless someone stops her for some reason...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Kotone Yamakawa looks at the cat for a moment, she was always more of a dog person. As the thing admits to having something akin to psi powers? Lovely, then again the thought to just drag Black Tailmon to XCOM and let the Doctor work her methods of questioning it, does pop into her head for a moment. No that's not such a good idea. The moment it says it's digital? Kotone shifts her cyberbrain into autistic mode. Ya she's not going to chance it for a moment. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She will keep this thing in mind as a threat to worry about but she's not in a spot to ... really fight something like this right now. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Every story you ever knew, every legend you ever heard, every myth you know of? Is true somewhere out there in all likely hood.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Sir Gawain gets a look over for a moment, now getting a chance ot think him over. She also gets everyone here has been under that things mental infulence. Also she's learned a lesson today, cats really /are/ evil.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Whoa. Talk about wading in the muck,&amp;quot; Ranger Green replies, twitching and shuddering for dramatic effect, as the cat walks away. Not about to go after a -cat-, especially one that seems like it liked dirty minds. He hesitates, before tapping his helmet. &amp;quot;Hey, this helmet protects me from mind stuff, right?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I wouldn't worry, Ranger Series Operator Green. My studies shows your brainwaves are too low an ekg to be affected,&amp;quot; Dr. K radios. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Oh good... HEY!&amp;quot; Ranger Green twitches, shaking a fist at ... the voice. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Gradually he glances back at the others. &amp;quot;I'm just, uh, clearing up the situation. It's not like I'm talking to the voices in my head. Just one self-styled 'mentor'&amp;quot; Air quotes in the air with his fingers. &amp;quot;Sooo, um... yeah, I guess, I am new to the Multiverse, right. I'm Ranger Green. The name's Zig--&amp;quot; he begins to offer a hand to the others. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;There's a hiss in his helmet. &amp;quot;Don't -just- announce who you are. You're -not- in Corinth anymore!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;... zag, ZigZag. Uh, yeah, you know, let's just go with Ranger Green.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;As Black Tailmon speaks, and every sentence that seems like flirting to Gawain, he seems to..retch. He does /not/ pursue her after she leaves, especially after inquiring on the Union chatter. &amp;quot;Apparently she is..rather dangerous, I would not approach her.&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Sir Gawain turns to Ranger Green. &amp;quot;Well met, Sir ZigZag. Ah, you are a ranger? Well met, 'Ranger Green', as you wish to be called. Is this your first encounter of the Multiverse? I can bring you to a safe location so that you can rest and learn more, if you would like, the Union is very hospitable to those new to the Multiverse, as I have found.&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Sir Gawain then turns to Kotone Yamakawa. &amp;quot;And the offer extends to you as well, Lady...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Kotone Yamakawa tries to put it out of her mind and she's alreayd booted up her connections again to send a call for some help with the rioters and the police officers. There's not much he can do for a moment she looks over at the Green ranger and then to Sir Gawain smiling a little bit. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Kotone Yamakawa, I'm not new but a chance to rest would be nice. I'd need to get my hand checked after catching that brick.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Well, first... uh, encounter, you could say that,&amp;quot; Ranger Green responds, hands motioning as though weighing stuff in his hand. Like, maybe what he said, or maybe what he thinks in the other hand... not that it matters, as he tilts his head. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Go, Green,&amp;quot; Dr. K sighs. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Okay, so, this Union, it's very hospitable, is it?&amp;quot; Ranger Green asks eagerly, falling in step next to Sir Gawain. &amp;quot;And you're accepting really strong people like her? I'd love to see what sort of place you're running. You know, where I'm from, we only have seven rangers... seven and a half if you count Dr. K...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;K: &amp;quot;Floor cleaning duty for that, Green.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...&amp;quot; Looking up at Sir Gawain, the Ranger slumps his head, as though looking pleadingly. &amp;quot;You don't mind if I stay a few days, do you?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Very. You may both come with me towards the nearest warpgate? I believe my steed can seat three..&amp;quot;. Gawain turns to the motorcycle, and then back to them. &amp;quot;Ha! You could most likely stay longer, I have myself! Shall we?&amp;quot;. He's..not awaiting an answer, leaping onto Gringolet(TM) and starting up the engine. This should be a fun trip.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>332/Un Meeting Politique</title>
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|Date of Scene=2014/08/02&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=The Marquis de Limberry, and representatives from neighboring Zeltennia and Lesalia, is deliberating providing political sanctuary to an influx of migrants from Cleyra fleeing the Alexandrian assault upon their home. With Ivalice suffering its own personal crisis, and the possibility of inciting Alexandrian anger, the answer will not likely be favorable.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can he be convinced to take the risk, against his better judgement?&lt;br /&gt;
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|Cast of Characters=6, 129, 152, 183, 236, 307, 513&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Poses&lt;br /&gt;
|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Limberry, Limberry Castle: Foyer - *Tick ... Tock ... Tick...*&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It is roughly an hour past Noon, in the eastern region of Limberry, homeland and march of the Marquis de Limberry: Messam Elmdore. Many in the land of Ivalice look upon him a hero of the Fifty Years War, and it is easy to see why. Situated at Ivalice's far eastern border, the capitol of the march which several guests now find themselves in... is a veritable fortress. A beautiful one, on the inside, but a fortress no less. Every wall is manned by legions of soldiers, and even inside... finding someone -not- wearing armor within feet of oneself is a challenge indeed.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Foyer in which the Marquis's 'guests' are made to wait by the house staff, is wall to wall with polished marble floor and walls of thickest stone. There are finished wooden tables, and chairs, set about the room in intuitive places as well as a fireplace. Some are simple, round, tables nearest the room's corners and others - of the much longer variety - are lined up parallel in the center of the room and draped with red linen cloth. There are maps of Ivalice upon some of the walls, no doubt for strategic use, weapon racks by the fireplace, and bookshelves as well.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Light pours into the room from the back, filtered through colored glass, and falls upon the empty tables as if to highlight them. There is naught but relative silence here, for the moment... the armed guards at opposite sides of the exit ways stand as still as stone through pure practiced discipline.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...And the old wooden grandfather clock by the fireplace ticks away...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Like the other times she's visited Ivalice, Mizuki probably blends right it in here. Aside from the bold crimson-on-black color scheme the predominates her dress - and maybe the color of her eyes - there's not much that stands out about her. Once she knows where she's going, she slips quietly into the home's foyer, and... would probably outright ignore every one and every thing for a good while after entering. Her gaze fixates on the colored glass, and then...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;... the grandfather clock, of course.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She stands almost directly in front of it, watching the pendulum swing back and forth, folding her arms behind her. While she waits for things to happen, she seems more than content to just admire the architecture, the furnishings, and even the marble. She's gathering her thoughts on the matter right now, in fact, rubbing her chin and contemplating what to say when they're actually able to meet the man responsible for the planning of this whole architectural ensemble. She wants to be flattering, but not too flattering; just so much as would be honest and help them get what they want out of this meeting, naturally. But until then, she waits, zeroing out all other noise to focus on the ticks of the clock.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Now, this might make her stand out a bit, but... come on. It makes her think of home!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna has no place here. Nor does any of her handful of Ivalice-fitting alter-egos. Yet she's become more than a little curious about this world's plights, what with demons and all showing up not once, but twice, and if there's anything she knows the No Moons of the Pact would appreciate knowing more about, it's the goings-on of demons. Are these the same demons? What do they want? Are they a threat to Creation?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Time to follow this mess, and figure it all out.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Thankfully, even in a castle, nobody really pays much attention to the resident handful of cats and other creatures employed to keep the vermin population down or serve as pets - because as anyone will tell you, castles are a natural breeding ground for rats and other pests, if not countered. One such cat saunters into the foyer, sticking near the walls. Its fur is white, but it's an otherwise unremarkable creature...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn decided it was best to show up as his human form for this meeting, since he's not sure how well it'd be taken for an animal to just arrive. See, he can sometimes think about which form is best, even though he dislikes being human most of the time. He wanders around the foyer looking around for a bit taking a look at the things in the room.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He sees the cat and wanders over to give it a pet and scratch on the cheeks, well if the cat will let him pet it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; The Silver Noble. A man even Faruja respects, the good Marquis well known for being popular with the lower classes despite being a noble. A man the Burmecian places roughly in the same category of his own home town hero. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja, unlike Mizuki, doesn't bother with the beautiful architecture. No, he's found himself a small portion of the room to kneel and pray. Legend for his deeds or not, times are tough in Ivalice. What he comes to ask isn't something small. The rat prays he can make the Marquis agree to sheltering his lost kinsmen. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then, Faruja stands, moving to a seat at the largest table. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A nod to everyone. Minus the cat! &amp;quot;Thank ye all. Please, advice wouldst be useful.&amp;quot; This is particularly offered to Auron. The older warrior seems wise.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Auron is in his typical attire here -- red haori, gray breastplate and pants, heavy boots. He's mainly here to offer support should something explode into unpleasantness. He also seems to have left his sword behind, as is only right for a diplomatic meeting. However, with the arm tucked in his coat, standing with back straight, he's sticking near Faruja. Looking every part the warrior and guard.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He'll sit when Faruja does, keeping to the side of the table. And he'll pay close attention to Faruja's promptings; if Auron is near a chair and Faruja shakes his head, he'll move to another chair until he finds one that Faruja approves of.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Iron Lily did feel like she was a bit out of place but it was a good idea to be polite, they needed to make social connections after all so here she is. The Salamander Woman is on her best behaviour as she makes her self a bit at home as she looks about. She's still quite tall towering over six feet in height she take s moment to dind a palce and sit near Faruja and Auron.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;That olden wooden clock, aged though it may be, is a picture of decadence. Its body features many ostentatious carvings and designs. Its face, and the chimes which hang suspended within its body as well, is wrought from stainless gold and silver. The Clock's face bears numerals upon it with common Ivalician script circling its outer circumference - it reads &amp;quot;Faith in the light of God bears all unto blissful eternity.&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It is true, the guards pay literally no heed to the wandering cat. Not more than a furtive glance, anyway. What with the plagues this country has lately been dealing, it is not an unusual sight at all.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;No better a place to pray than this, surely. For the Marquis himself is also an Inquisitor, and the clock is not the only element bearing reference to the Holy host. Indeed, there are statuettes of angels carved from marble atop the fireplace and one of the corner tables... even a depiction of a kneeling priest staring into a light beam upon one of the colored window panes nearby it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Several more moments pass, before the soft sound of footfalls begin to make their way up the eastern hall...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...In walks a well-dressed servile man, an elderly gentleman wearing a navy blue button-up coat and trousers of a lighter shade with brown leather shoes. He is a grizzled man, with whitest mane cleanly cut and clean-shaven, his impeccable bearing speaks volumes of his experience.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Ahem.&amp;quot;, he clears his throat softly so as to draw attention. Both hands remain firmly at his sides. &amp;quot;...Evening, masters.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His scrutinizing gaze flits from one to the next briefly, and then... he lifts his left arm and crooks it such that his hand points toward the northern hallway to his immediate right and offers a cordial bow. &amp;quot;If thou wouldst please follow me, I shall usher you all unto the company of his grace...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...or, more precisely... his meeting chambers.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;When they do follow, he will lead to a set of great wooden doors... beyond which is a meeting room with yet another singular table. This room is carpeted, red velvet with polished wooden interior walls. There are no windows here, likely to prevent assassination attempts or eavesdropping. There is yet another stone fireplace, opposite the table, and two figures standing thereby. One is a tall, youthful-looking, man with red hair and a goatee. He is clad in brown leathers, stained gold and silver in places, with a sword at his waist. He has to him the staunch look of a seasoned general.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The other, is a man of even more monumental frame clad in brick red robes with cowl. From the doorway, it is difficult to make out his face for the shadows of his cowl... but the barest hint of a greying beard can be seen...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;After ushering them in, the butler steps out... conveniently leaving the door ajar... perhaps space enough for cat...?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Mrowr?&amp;quot; The cat is being assaulted - oh wait, petted. It - or she, on any closer inspection - meows at Allyn queryingly, but doesn't seem averse to a little attention. The nearby hand does get sniffed several times though!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;As everyone starts moving towards the meeting chambers though, including probably Allyn, the cat sneezes, nose and whiskers wrinkling a little.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But for whatever reason, it decides to follow all the movement and people, and slips through the door to slink and stalk along the wall... just moseying around.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Oh yeah, that is right, Finna had never seen him in his human form, but he smells the same as he always does though, just a little more human. He chuckles as the cat sneezes and gives her head a ruffle before she start to wander off. He looks around and nods to Faruja, Auron, Mizuki and Tomoe and gives a bow, before he follows after the cat and the man that leads them down the hall. He doesn't look too comfortable, but well sometimes you sacrifice that.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; With a small breath to calm himself, Faruja rises and nods to the elderly servant. The priest crosses his chest, and offers a kindly smile. &amp;quot;Lord's blessings upon thee, and mine greatest thanks.&amp;quot; He follows along until they're presented with the meeting room as well as &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja blinks as he enters, spying the pair of gentlemen in the room the Marquis would soon be within. Clearly he hasn't expected others! It takes a moment, but just /whom/ the man is hits Faruja like a ton of bricks. His only reaction is a flick of his tail, but it's telling to anyone who knows his people. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; the party gets discrete nods towards the table, though he doesn't yet sit. Good opportunity to at least get seating arrangements planned! Auron gets a nod to the rat's right, and similarly, Tomoe gets one to his left. It's only proper, after all, to have his 'body guards' close by. Should Mizuki seek his approval, he'll nod close to Auron. The proper place for his 'advisor'. Allyn would be offered a seat near Tomoe. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Lord Beoulve. Hail, and Lord's blessings upon thee. I pray we art not interrupting thyself and thine companion?&amp;quot; Offers the rat politely, before bowing deeply. He motions to the others. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Inquisitor Faruja Senra, 'tis an honor to meet ye, and the good Ser...?&amp;quot; Still no sitting. He won't do so until bidden.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe takes a moment to look at the clock, it's quite the bit of work really a level of craft work that relaly has died out in her world really. She stops bing distracted for a moment. She will get up and follow after the rest of the group she takes a mment to look about and get a feel for the place. She does not attempt to be imposing anf is actually being on her best beheaviour. She is however still quite tall she looks to Faruja nods and takes her seat. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I'm known simply as Tomoe and it's an honor to meet you sir.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;When the older gentleman enters the room, Auron looks up. He stands when the butler indicates the hallway. He'll also wait until everyone else has left the room, to leave it himself. Did he hear a meow? He looked around; whether he sees the cat or not, he doesn't mention it. The nod from Allyn is noted, and returned subtly. He doesn't want to look like he's planning something horrible.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He follow quietly until they're brought to the location of the meeting. A quick look around is force of habit, mentally marking the exits and entrances, possible hiding places, and other such hazards in the room. That done, he looks to the people therein...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And pauses a moment. Brick red robe with cowl. Much like Auron's hooded robe. The one he was wearing when he was mistaken for someone else. So that means this is... 'The Thunder God'? He looks between the two men, and offers a polite and respectful bow. He remains behind Faruja, acting the part of a guardian, perhaps without realizing it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Mizuki files in with the group quietly and gravitates somewhat toward Faruja. She gradually works her way closer and leans in to whisper, &amp;quot;You did a fine job of covering up your battle wounds for the evening's processions, so don't worry overmuch about that.&amp;quot; She giggles lightly. &amp;quot;That is, if you were worried in the first place.&amp;quot; After she's said her piece, she breaks away again, keeping her arms folded neatly and officially, her head likewise held high with her nose pointed toward the ceiling. The Father Senra could almost wonder if she was showing off so that she, too, might be counted among the numbers of the inquisition... but then, he knows better, doesn't he?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Yes, the girl is a very different kind of detective. Nevertheless, though, she should be nice to have around tonight; could always use someone with a silver tongue at meetings, right? Even if this one happen to live in a place the reeks of sin. Still, the intrepid may-be heretic doesn't skip a beat, quickly noticing the pair that occupies the room and giving a low curtsey in greeting. Her omnipresent grin isn't gone, but it's reasonably toned down so that it would come off as more pleasant and less haughty to all but the most keen of eyes.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Rising from her gesture of greeting, she moves her hands to her waist. &amp;quot;A lovely evening to you both. I trust your lord will be with us shortly?&amp;quot; Her words are reserved, but serve to create at least the illusion of warmth. Such is the purpose of pleasantry, yes? &amp;quot;In the meantime, if you might indulge my curiosity... who are you gentlemen, and what do you do here?&amp;quot; She raises an inquiring pair of fingers to her chin.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Oh, yes. She's certainly in her element here.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;After giving Faruja an understanding nod, and one more of respect to the other men, the lady has a seat beside Auron. She can act as an auxillary advisor and bodyguard both, as the need arises.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Zalbaag is, surprisingly, not the first to respond. The cowled man is. From within his robes, a soft but mirthful chuckle comes in deep, rich, tone. He speaks, with the voice of a wizened man, but a man of great strength as befits his bearing, &amp;quot;...The hour must be quite late, that you would not recognize e'en me... Lord Senra.&amp;quot; He turns, slightly, giving barest glimpses of darkened steel plate over black leathers and the scarred and weathered face of an elderly soldier. There is much masculine power in those chiseled features, skin brown as desert sand, but despite the hardness of his features... there is softest kindness in those eyes, &amp;quot;...Perhaps, 'tis the hour... or that I, like the stories men tell, am swathed in layers until rendered utterly unrecognizable.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;T.G. Cid offers a polite smile to Faruja's company, &amp;quot;Cidolfus Orlandeau, General of the Black Lion.&amp;quot; He bows, somewhat, before casting a sidelong glance at his younger companion.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Zalbaag finally turns a curious eye over his shoulder, seeming to draw it from the fire reluctantly, &amp;quot;...I had not heard that the good Marquis would be entertaining more guests.&amp;quot; He pauses, momentarily, and then turns to face Faruja. &amp;quot;...But where are my manners? ... Forgive my impropriety, Inquisitor.&amp;quot; He, too, bows, but slightly more rigidly than Orlandeau's relaxed demeanor. &amp;quot;...Nay, 'tis no interruption ... nor choice of mine, the company the Marquis keeps.&amp;quot; No insults there, its very polite in tone... but perhaps noteworthy that this one is... blunt.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Greetings, one and all...&amp;quot; He gestures, vaguely, then glances at Orlandeau.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Mayhap talk of war is best saved for the meeting...?&amp;quot; Cid adds, before proceeding to the opposite side of the table. ... But not before stopping to attempt to pat the cat on the head. &amp;quot;...A lovely sight before mine eyes, when plagues are abounds. 'Tis all I hear of as of late in Zeltennia.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Cid seats, then acknowledges Mizuki's queries, &amp;quot;...I suppose you know our names, by now. ... As to your other question... we are here to meet with the Marquis on the subject of border security.&amp;quot; He pauses, leaning back into his chair a bit, &amp;quot;...I suppose I can tell you that, after all... you'd not be here were you all not trusted. ... As to the Lord... no one but he keeps his time.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Zalbaag adds, taking a seat himself, &amp;quot;...Such is his privilege.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;After a time, though, the doors again do open... and this time another man enters. A man, probably in his thirties, with flowing silver mane and sharp features. His attire consists of dark colors, navy blue, black, and blood red. His attire is pure, finest silk... a collared shirt with pressed pants and polished leather footwear. In before him, comes the Buler, &amp;quot;...His grace... Marquis Messam Elmdore.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn moves to take a seat beside Tomoe, after giving a bow to the others gathered, but then remains standing as the Marquis arrives. He's not rude so he doesn't sit until the others have, or until they are told that they can sit. He doesn't want to start any problems here at least. He does look around the room a moment for the cat though.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Once she's seated, Mizuki's look of inquiry cements itself on her face. Quickly, the room has been filled with people who her authorial sense - aided by Faruja's reactions, naturally - has identified to be quite legendary. Her expression dips just a fraction of what might be a noticeable change. Hmm. Suddenly, she's rather glad that they came here to talk, and not to fight. Or, well. Not to fight outside the realm of verbal retorts, at least, though these men seem polite enough for the second thing not to be a serious concern. Otherwise, though, the lady just listens; at the least, she's here to be a reassuring presence, and at the most, a facilitator. No monologues for her tonight, even if the setting is perfect for them.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She smirks to herself. Not for her, anyway, but if Faruja was given reason to break into one of his 'preaches', she wouldn't be at all opposed to hearing some of his passion incarnate.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;It's not terribly long, though, before the man they had been waiting for steps in. As the name is announced, she bows her head in a rather convincing display of reverence, holding her position for a long time indeed. She may not have any idea of his prevalence here, and she has only just learned his name, but that won't keep her from at least playing the part of the awestruck onlooker.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;When she raises her head again, she finally has the opportunity to get a good look at him. And... you know? She's not disappointed. He doesn't look more crotchety or callous than a ruler needs to be. She widens her smile just slightly, folding her hands in her lap and settling back in her chair. This... might just be a pleasant night after all, but she doesn't want to speak too soon.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja manages to keep his mostly warm, but appropriately subdued smile as he whispers back to Mizuki. &amp;quot;Possessing wounds upon the face oft sets others at ease when spying other signs of injury. Rarely art others impolite, or brave enough to ask.&amp;quot; Useful, that trait! He's glad to have the pair of Auron and Mizuki along. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Allyn and Tomoe get a glance, the pair getting a discrete nod. Polite to a T, the both of them. He makes a silent prayer for such useful and well mannered allies! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja's single eye squints, and he lowers his head just a touch to see beneath the cowl. Blink. Faruja freezes for a good two seconds, before horribly feigning a cough. /This/ he wasn't expecting. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; At least Faruja can recover easily enough with his tongue, if not his body. &amp;quot;More than a few late hours, I am afraid; stricken me blind as a newborn! Mine deepest apologies, Lord General Orlandeau. I...am still yet unused to meeting men of thine calibre, it seems.&amp;quot; A deep bow of apology. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja isn't quite sure if his more 'fuddy duddy' portion is insulted by the blunt manner of the general, or if he finds it refreshing. Jury's out, but he'll hardly be rude. Another small, half-bow, the rat standing firmly on ceremony as his kind often do. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A surprise all around then. Nay insult done, M'Lord Beoulve.&amp;quot; A glance between the pair. Plague. Border security. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;How fare the people overall in Zeltennia? Lord curse such senseless suffering.&amp;quot; Asks the rat of Cid upon the mention of plague, half-hopeful for something akin to good news. Perhaps the plague is small? The rat wouldn't be money, but he sure can pray. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Before Faruja can inquire about the turn of the war thus far, in walks the Marquis. The Inquisitor parts way for the man, motioning to his companions to do the same. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then, the rat once again bows. &amp;quot;Faram's blessing Your Grace. Inquisitor Senra, and mine companions. Thank ye for thine hospitality, and thine time in meeting.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Auron can appreciate the bluntness more than false pleasantries, actually. As such, he offers a bit of a smirk to Zalbaag. &amp;quot;A pleasure to meet you both,&amp;quot; he offers. &amp;quot;I am Auron.&amp;quot; No titles or surnames... the introduction of a commoner? He doesn't have the bearing of a noble, it's true. But he stands straight and proud nonetheless. The bearing of a warrior.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He won't sit down until the man of the hour has arrived and the others are seated. Mizuki may just end up sitting closer to the head of the table than he, since he's not foreseeing a need to speak up too much during this meeting. He's here to listen and provide backup if needed. Maybe to defuse an argument. Maybe something else. Only time will tell. He'll introduce himself to the Marquis if he's asked to.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe looks to Allyn for a moment he would find that Tomoe has /no/ sent she smells of whatever ambient sents are in the enviorment and that's it. She however seems to be paying close attention she just knows she's the low person on the totempole here and she klnows it. She seem to be serious enough for a moment. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I'm afriad I'm used to late hours I admit.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The curse of the VR MMRPG junky, the sleep patterns nuked from orbit. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Yes you are a fine host and thank you for seeing us.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Mrowr!&amp;quot; The cat offers happily to Cid's petting. Finna had ben wandering without intending to gain much attention, but apparently this cat is a sucker for attention, and she rubs her body all along Cid's offered hand for a few brief moments. But soon it's back to wandering.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Only pausing briefly to bat away at Faruja's tail all of a sudden! Thankfully without claws.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Elmdore stands, quietly, before the door with not a word said for a few moments after his arrival. He simply seems to take stock of the room, offering subtle nods where appropriate, as he reaches with his right hand to adjust a golden band on his left. Behind him, the servile gentleman sees himself out... closing the doors swiftly behind.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The audible closing of the door serves to mark what is officially the beginning of the meeting.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Tiresome days, these... with much to be done.&amp;quot; The silver-haired noble intones, voice deep yet smooth as the silks he wears. An elegant gait carries him across the floor to the head of the table, with his back to the fireplace. But, ... not before attempting to scoop up the cat. If Finna will allow him too, he'll tuck her neatly into the crook of his left arm and against his chest. Regardless, he does eventually take his seat... crossing his right leg over his left as he does. He looks lordly, to be sure, but his tone is less than imperious, &amp;quot;...Greetings to all. I pray the accomodations of my home may provide you all with modest comforts, at the least.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It maybe a trick of the eyes, but as he seats before the fireplace there is a somewhat more noticeable palor to his face. It does not seem to redden with the heat and, if Finna were with him, she may notice briefly that he is comparitively cold to the touch. ... But the fireplace quickly begins to mask this, even so.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Yes...&amp;quot; He pauses, eyes turning toward Faruja slowly. &amp;quot;...Lord's blessing.&amp;quot; His expression is as cool as he is, facial expressions even... and subdued.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Cid offers, suddenly, &amp;quot;...Pardon my curtness, Lord, but mayhap we should begin? Time waits for no man.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Elmdore smiles, if subtly, &amp;quot;...Yes. War then. ... What of Archades march on Fovoham? Does the Lord Barrington hold his ground even now?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Zalbaag frowns, but little more, &amp;quot;...If but barely. He has requested assistance twice, but Lesalia is slow to respond. The Lord Larg has attempted aid by cover of the Yuguewood, but even that did not escape Archades notice.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Cid taps his fingers against the arms of his chair, anxiety apparent, &amp;quot;...Were it my choice, I'd sooner crush Archades advances myself than see Fovoham fall...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Elmdore turns his eyes away from the pair, and toward Faruja, &amp;quot;...Then there is the matter of Alexandria. It is my understanding that you are here to request that I allow a border crossing... and sanctuary, yes?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Zalbaag doesn't speak on this matter, but the glance he gives Faruja's lot says he definitely has -a lot- to say about that idea...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn takes a seat next to Tomoe once everyone else has seated themselves. He's just here to listen to pretty much, unless there is something asked or required of him. He glances around the table from person to person. Well, he can't help that he's pretty quiet when in human form, he just doesn't have too much to say, not like when he's in some other form or other. He does give Tomoe a smile though.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Mizuki watches the marquis intently as he strides across the floor, and is immediately taken by the subtle, but readily apparent, humility in his words and actions. His words may sound tired, but they don't convey disinterest; a king yearning for an end to a storm, or perhaps freedom from the worry of an impending one, but not those of someone haughty or rude. Still, even she is surprised when he leans down and attempts to sweep the errant kitten off its paws. That... earns a smile from her. While his subordinate looked upon it with a wrinkled nose and went so far as to call it a 'pest', this man had no problem touching it and even letting it crawl on him. Naive or not... she doesn't care. He's a man of good humor, and someone she can respect.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Swiveling her neck a little to free up her position, she sets her hands - not her elbows, naturally - upon the table, making a small arch with the tips of her fingers. She watches him stride to the fire, and... well, she makes a few more observations.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But these, sadly, are not so cheery. His skin color is as pale as her own; naturally, that shouldn't be the case for a healthy human. Also, the tiredness in his words is... enduring, and this exhaustion is mirrored in the grooves of his visage. She inhales... and exhales. He is a ruler in wartime. It's only natural that he would be sleep deprived and plagued by exhaustion, but she dearly hopes... that that is all the man is plagued by. She entertains the idea that he purposefully placed himself by the fire to mask his eerily ivory palor. If so, it was a wise move on his part. He must look strong in meetings such as this one, after all. For his reputation. For his people.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Another sigh. Even if Mizuki isn't a genuine ruler herself, she's always felt an affinity and understanding for those in positions of power. In this case, though, that doesn't equate to condescension so much as it does sympathy for the marquis.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;After the exchange regarding the state of the war concludes and the spotlight turns to Faruja, she gives the nezumi a rather deep and complex look. Somehow, though, the rat would certainly know what she is trying to say: 'Be gentle with him. Reasonable. Understand the needs of his people and the needs of those you wish to protect, and things will proceed... as fairly as they can.'&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Or some approximation of that, anyway; that's quite a lot to say with a long stare.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The good nobles find no protest from Finna as she's picked up! The cat does blink and, like many cats in this position, looks slightly bewildered and slightly annoyed, but, well.... cats.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Once the creature's settled in however, she purrs quietly, pausing only briefly for some odd reason or another... and looking about, ears flicking, tiny nose sniffing at the air.. and a paw lightly pushing against Elmdore's arm...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Auron is also mainly just listening to the situation. There's a lot going on, and Archades seems to be the heart of a lot of it. But he doesn't have a lot he can offer as assistance in most of these situations. He might be able to poke the Al Bhed for machina weapons, but they'd be at a premium. And there wouldn't be time to train the soldiers in their use.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Keeping quiet, though. Still, his thoughtfulness might be glimpsed if one were glancing in his direction. He's thinking what he's seen thus far, and the differences in how war happens in this world as opposed to his own. There are indeed very big differences. Hmm... maybe...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is just making herself at home. It's a strange thing to know your somewhere but not there. Given how often she lives her live as her avatar, it's funny the thought even comes up for Tomoe anymore. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;You have done quite well to provide for our comfort and I thank you.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She looks to the rest and to the noble who is their host. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Arcadades seems to be quite aggressive in my limited experience with them.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja's tail wiggles! He tries to not squeak in response to the cat. It would be undignified! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja takes his seat after the Lord of the manor, this time offering no motions to his companions. By now, he's sure they'll get the hint. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;'Tis quite so.&amp;quot; Assures the rat quietly, taking in the Marquis' measure. Almost cold, this man, very subdued. No doubt a fearsome opponent, given his nickname, and likely calculating. The rat is sure to sit up straight, trying to seem somewhere in the ballpark of these great men. It's so very strange, for one lowborne as him, to find himself in the company of Lords. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faram help him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Cid gets the meeting going, and the rat doesn't miss Zalbaag's glance. It seems he may even be sparring with Lords this day. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruj is silent throughout the mention of war, though the grim set of his fuzzy face may well show how much he finds the news unpleasant. A look to Cid. If only he could help, at least openly. For now, all he can do is see to matters at home. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja's own eye turns to Mizuki. There's almost a nod there. He fully understands. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Correct, Your Grace. Alexandria hath destroyed both mine home, Burmecia, and Cleyra. I know naught whether his Highness, nor the young Prince yet live.&amp;quot; There's a barely perceptible growl to the mere mention of the name; pure unadulterated hate bubbling beneath the surface. Perhaps not unexpected, given the destruction of two of his homes. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Nay doubt they seek to conquer lindblum as well. 'Twould hardly surprise me if they would seek even Ivalice, for the Mad Queen's avarice knows nay bounds.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;And therefore I come to ye; passage into Ivalice proper for mine people, and sanctuary amongst thine people, Your Grace. What I ask is...difficult, in war time.&amp;quot; Admits the rat. He'll not play naieve. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;However left to mere camps, they shall fall prey to bandits, brigands, and the Alexandrian war machine, utterly wiped out. Should ye take them in, ye shall find mine people to be honest, hard working artisans. Ones whom remember their debts.&amp;quot; A glance into the noble's eyes. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A lick of the muzzle. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Many wouldst swear themselves to thine service out of honor; too many art there soldiers without work. With so many soldiers to war, 'twould be a boon, that some manner of order might be more easily maintained. Nevermind the number of farmers whom escaped with their city-dwelling bretheren, healers, artisans...we art a people of /skill/, your grace. And should the King or Prince live? Ye wouldst hath gained an ally, for him to forget such a debt wouldst be...&amp;quot; Faruja shakes his head. He couldn't /imagine/ such impropriety. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Furthermore, shouldst Alexandria threaten Ivalice? Whom art more willing to fight than those whom hath lost everything to a common enemy?&amp;quot; Truly, Faruja has little to offer, other than the skills and knowledge of his own people. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;In the obvious absence of a proper ruler, I wouldst be willing to mediate between what little of the government yet remains and Your Grace, as needed as a fellow representative of the Holy Church.&amp;quot; A perfect opportunity, of course, to shift his people towards the Church rather than royalty.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...I am against this.&amp;quot; Zalbaag finally speaks his mind. &amp;quot;We already find the door to war ajar, but to open it so boldly and allow it to consume us for the sake of so few...&amp;quot; He glances toward Faruja, and then back at the Marquis, gesturing with a gauntleted hand swung wide from the arm of his chair, &amp;quot;...T'would be madness. Surely, I am not the only one to see this... a thousand pardons, Lord Inquisitor but...!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Though I am known for my appreciation for the arts... victory can not for us an Artisan bring.&amp;quot; The Marquis lifts his right arm, bringing it to rest upon the arm of his chair. Finna could feasibly run if she wished it. &amp;quot;...But is it not true,...&amp;quot; He casts a knowing glance toward Zalbaag, &amp;quot;...that Burmecia hath some of the finest Dragoons in all of the lands? Though their soldiers may be weary now, passionate hatred can drive a man's strength when all else fails. A nation of warriors scorned makes for a fitting ally.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...And Alexandria? Have you considered that this might all be -exactly- as planned? Mayhap the razing of Cleyra was but a ruse, ...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Cid interrupts, stroking his graying beard, &amp;quot;...Mayhap... but have you considered that inviting war with Alexandria could be to our benefit?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Zalbaag looks incredulous, &amp;quot;...What?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Elmdore cuts in again, &amp;quot;...He is correct. That woman cannot see past the end of her nose. Though Archades may be difficult to control, Alexandria is far more questionable. If we could perhaps provoke these dogs to fight over our table scraps...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Zalbaag goes quiet, sinking into his chair... clearly annoyed but unwilling to speak up against the other two any longer.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Elmdore flattens his hands against the arms of his chair, fingers of his right tapping rhythmically, &amp;quot;...I cannot tell you, today, that I will grant this... Lord Senra. But I shall heavily consider this, and discuss it further with his Majesty at my earliest conveinance. At least, I can assure you... I see value in this.&amp;quot; He offers another subtle smile, this one seemingly slightly less lethargic than before.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Cid nods quietly, &amp;quot;I agree. I am always looking for opportunities to pit my enemies against my enemies.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Marquis gestures to Faruja's company, and asides, &amp;quot;...Pardon the lack of proper hospitality, I assure you all... the chef is working diligently.&amp;quot; He drops a hand in his lap, glancing at a wooden clock on the opposite wall, &amp;quot;...Is that all on that particular issue? I am sure we are not quite done with discussions of border policy as yet but...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The expression on Mizuki's face lights up like the stars in heaven as Faruja speaks. Impassioned, like everything that comes out of that fuzzy muzzle of his, but it had tact; a gentility and understanding that made her... well. That made her -proud-. In the moment, she doesn't care if it's strange or wrong for her to be feeling that about something that came out of the mouth of such a new friend, but damn it, she doesn't care. The corners of her mouth turn up just a bit more than is normally befitting a polite grin, and when the spirited Burmecian rests his case, she gives a strong and very noticeable nod in his direction.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;If she had a glass of tea, she would be lifting it in his honor right now, but for the sake of the meeting she stays her tongue. For now.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The marquis's response only makes her all the more jubilant, though, and once he, too, has finished speaking, Mizuki clears her throat to politely request an opportunity to speak. If it is given to her, she would stand, assuming the same formal posture as she had when she was walking in.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;If you will pardon me, milord,&amp;quot; She gives a faint bow that comes dangerously close to being gracious, &amp;quot;I can personally attest to the strength of this individual, Father Senra, and his ableness to put his words to action. If his passion is any indicator of his peoples' ferocity and loyalty to those who have shown them kindness, then know this: if you offer those he speaks on the part of asylum, your investment will be returned in spades... and a bond that will transcend ages.&amp;quot; She takes a breath and allows for an effectual pause. &amp;quot;I am but an unknown who has come here to observe and, perhaps, to comfort, but for whatever it may be worth, that is my earnest and heartfelt opinion. I know that times like these can make it seem as though the sentiments of love and loyalty are worth little, but one day, they may yet be your saving grace.&amp;quot; With another bow, and perhaps a lingering smile in the direction of the marquis, she sits back down.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;... but not before looking to Faruja with the same.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Damnit, but he can /understand/ Zalbaag's concerns. The rat might not like it, in that passionate heart of his, but he can understand. He can't even get offended. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;War marches inexorably.&amp;quot; Mutters the rat quietly, voice utterly certain. He knows the Queen of Alexandria, the fool. She'd walk into the Abyss itself for the slightest gain, no matter the risk. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja latches onto the sliver of hope desperately. &amp;quot;Ye speak truly, Your Grace. With all due respect to Ivalice proper, there art few whom can equal their skill. One may say we were born to the skill.&amp;quot; Faruja flexes his good leg here. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then, he gives a bitter smile. &amp;quot;I assure ye. Ye shall find none whom art more hateful of the Alexandrians than we.&amp;quot; if the Inquisitor ever needs proof? Just give the rat an Alexandrian Heretic. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The rat makes a mental note to either buy cid a beer, or give him a thousand prayers. Likely both. It's gone far more well than he could ever hope. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja nods, a deep, seated bow. &amp;quot;'tis all that I wouldst ask, Your Grace. Ye hath mine gratitude for so thoroughly considering mine proposal. Shouldst ye choose to offer mine people sanctuary, ye shan't be disappointed in their calibre. Nor shall such a thing go forgotten by myself.&amp;quot; The subtle smile is returned in kind. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;That is all. I shall prepare a list of surviving governmental functionaries, in either case, that this matter may be most easily resolved.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Mizuki's words leave the rat speechless for a moment. Faruja remains visibly in that slight-smile, a touch forced. If he were to break out grinning, it'd be impolite. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;As ye can see, I hath found a most exhuberant and worthy advisor, whom doth do this humble servant of Faram and country far too much credit.&amp;quot; His words are humble, and modest, but his eye gleams towards Mizuki. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; At this rate, he's going to be drowning her in tea and scones in thanks.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;When Mizuki asks to speak, the Marquis gestures quietly as if to beckon her to stand. All listen, for the duration of it, and though the man maintains a cool composure throughout... the fact that leans in, resting against his arm and staring contemplatively, gives credence to the idea that he is listening intently.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;When she is done, Cid is the first to laugh, &amp;quot;...Hahaha... I like this girl!&amp;quot; He pats the arm of his chair, leaning forward a touch as if to speak across the table, and adds, &amp;quot;...your words are wise, girl. It is true, that love and loyalty will not feed a man... or destroy his enemies in and of itself. -But- there is great strength in unity and cooperation. If all could think this way, we'd have a better nation.&amp;quot; He balls a fist, striking the chair's arm gently with a guantleted fist, before letting his hand rest on it again, &amp;quot;Through famine and plague I have attempted to instill this idea in my people...&amp;quot; He leans back again. &amp;quot;...but finding ears less deaf is a challenge in this day and age.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Marquis nods to Faruja's words as well, &amp;quot;...Your advisor is quite an interesting one.&amp;quot; He steeples his fingers, and his eyes flit toward the door as a knock comes, &amp;quot;...and I shall gladly take all of the information you can provide. For now, ...&amp;quot; He stands, moving to get the door... &amp;quot;...Let us take a brief rest, perhaps over tea... or perhaps wine?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>332/Un Meeting Politique</title>
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|Date of Scene=2014/08/02&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=The Marquis de Limberry, and representatives from neighboring Zeltennia and Lesalia, is deliberating providing political sanctuary to an influx of migrants from Cleyra fleeing the Alexandrian assault upon their home. With Ivalice suffering its own personal crisis, and the possibility of inciting Alexandrian anger, the answer will not likely be favorable.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can he be convinced to take the risk, against his better judgement?&lt;br /&gt;
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|Cast of Characters=6, 129, 152, 183, 236, 307, 513&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Limberry, Limberry Castle: Foyer - *Tick ... Tock ... Tick...*&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It is roughly an hour past Noon, in the eastern region of Limberry, homeland and march of the Marquis de Limberry: Messam Elmdore. Many in the land of Ivalice look upon him a hero of the Fifty Years War, and it is easy to see why. Situated at Ivalice's far eastern border, the capitol of the march which several guests now find themselves in... is a veritable fortress. A beautiful one, on the inside, but a fortress no less. Every wall is manned by legions of soldiers, and even inside... finding someone -not- wearing armor within feet of oneself is a challenge indeed.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Foyer in which the Marquis's 'guests' are made to wait by the house staff, is wall to wall with polished marble floor and walls of thickest stone. There are finished wooden tables, and chairs, set about the room in intuitive places as well as a fireplace. Some are simple, round, tables nearest the room's corners and others - of the much longer variety - are lined up parallel in the center of the room and draped with red linen cloth. There are maps of Ivalice upon some of the walls, no doubt for strategic use, weapon racks by the fireplace, and bookshelves as well.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Light pours into the room from the back, filtered through colored glass, and falls upon the empty tables as if to highlight them. There is naught but relative silence here, for the moment... the armed guards at opposite sides of the exit ways stand as still as stone through pure practiced discipline.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...And the old wooden grandfather clock by the fireplace ticks away...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Like the other times she's visited Ivalice, Mizuki probably blends right it in here. Aside from the bold crimson-on-black color scheme the predominates her dress - and maybe the color of her eyes - there's not much that stands out about her. Once she knows where she's going, she slips quietly into the home's foyer, and... would probably outright ignore every one and every thing for a good while after entering. Her gaze fixates on the colored glass, and then...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;... the grandfather clock, of course.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She stands almost directly in front of it, watching the pendulum swing back and forth, folding her arms behind her. While she waits for things to happen, she seems more than content to just admire the architecture, the furnishings, and even the marble. She's gathering her thoughts on the matter right now, in fact, rubbing her chin and contemplating what to say when they're actually able to meet the man responsible for the planning of this whole architectural ensemble. She wants to be flattering, but not too flattering; just so much as would be honest and help them get what they want out of this meeting, naturally. But until then, she waits, zeroing out all other noise to focus on the ticks of the clock.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Now, this might make her stand out a bit, but... come on. It makes her think of home!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna has no place here. Nor does any of her handful of Ivalice-fitting alter-egos. Yet she's become more than a little curious about this world's plights, what with demons and all showing up not once, but twice, and if there's anything she knows the No Moons of the Pact would appreciate knowing more about, it's the goings-on of demons. Are these the same demons? What do they want? Are they a threat to Creation?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Time to follow this mess, and figure it all out.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Thankfully, even in a castle, nobody really pays much attention to the resident handful of cats and other creatures employed to keep the vermin population down or serve as pets - because as anyone will tell you, castles are a natural breeding ground for rats and other pests, if not countered. One such cat saunters into the foyer, sticking near the walls. Its fur is white, but it's an otherwise unremarkable creature...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn decided it was best to show up as his human form for this meeting, since he's not sure how well it'd be taken for an animal to just arrive. See, he can sometimes think about which form is best, even though he dislikes being human most of the time. He wanders around the foyer looking around for a bit taking a look at the things in the room.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He sees the cat and wanders over to give it a pet and scratch on the cheeks, well if the cat will let him pet it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; The Silver Noble. A man even Faruja respects, the good Marquis well known for being popular with the lower classes despite being a noble. A man the Burmecian places roughly in the same category of his own home town hero. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja, unlike Mizuki, doesn't bother with the beautiful architecture. No, he's found himself a small portion of the room to kneel and pray. Legend for his deeds or not, times are tough in Ivalice. What he comes to ask isn't something small. The rat prays he can make the Marquis agree to sheltering his lost kinsmen. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then, Faruja stands, moving to a seat at the largest table. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A nod to everyone. Minus the cat! &amp;quot;Thank ye all. Please, advice wouldst be useful.&amp;quot; This is particularly offered to Auron. The older warrior seems wise.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Auron is in his typical attire here -- red haori, gray breastplate and pants, heavy boots. He's mainly here to offer support should something explode into unpleasantness. He also seems to have left his sword behind, as is only right for a diplomatic meeting. However, with the arm tucked in his coat, standing with back straight, he's sticking near Faruja. Looking every part the warrior and guard.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He'll sit when Faruja does, keeping to the side of the table. And he'll pay close attention to Faruja's promptings; if Auron is near a chair and Faruja shakes his head, he'll move to another chair until he finds one that Faruja approves of.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Iron Lily did feel like she was a bit out of place but it was a good idea to be polite, they needed to make social connections after all so here she is. The Salamander Woman is on her best behaviour as she makes her self a bit at home as she looks about. She's still quite tall towering over six feet in height she take s moment to dind a palce and sit near Faruja and Auron.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;That olden wooden clock, aged though it may be, is a picture of decadence. Its body features many ostentatious carvings and designs. Its face, and the chimes which hang suspended within its body as well, is wrought from stainless gold and silver. The Clock's face bears numerals upon it with common Ivalician script circling its outer circumference - it reads &amp;quot;Faith in the light of God bears all unto blissful eternity.&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It is true, the guards pay literally no heed to the wandering cat. Not more than a furtive glance, anyway. What with the plagues this country has lately been dealing, it is not an unusual sight at all.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;No better a place to pray than this, surely. For the Marquis himself is also an Inquisitor, and the clock is not the only element bearing reference to the Holy host. Indeed, there are statuettes of angels carved from marble atop the fireplace and one of the corner tables... even a depiction of a kneeling priest staring into a light beam upon one of the colored window panes nearby it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Several more moments pass, before the soft sound of footfalls begin to make their way up the eastern hall...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...In walks a well-dressed servile man, an elderly gentleman wearing a navy blue button-up coat and trousers of a lighter shade with brown leather shoes. He is a grizzled man, with whitest mane cleanly cut and clean-shaven, his impeccable bearing speaks volumes of his experience.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Ahem.&amp;quot;, he clears his throat softly so as to draw attention. Both hands remain firmly at his sides. &amp;quot;...Evening, masters.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His scrutinizing gaze flits from one to the next briefly, and then... he lifts his left arm and crooks it such that his hand points toward the northern hallway to his immediate right and offers a cordial bow. &amp;quot;If thou wouldst please follow me, I shall usher you all unto the company of his grace...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...or, more precisely... his meeting chambers.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;When they do follow, he will lead to a set of great wooden doors... beyond which is a meeting room with yet another singular table. This room is carpeted, red velvet with polished wooden interior walls. There are no windows here, likely to prevent assassination attempts or eavesdropping. There is yet another stone fireplace, opposite the table, and two figures standing thereby. One is a tall, youthful-looking, man with red hair and a goatee. He is clad in brown leathers, stained gold and silver in places, with a sword at his waist. He has to him the staunch look of a seasoned general.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The other, is a man of even more monumental frame clad in brick red robes with cowl. From the doorway, it is difficult to make out his face for the shadows of his cowl... but the barest hint of a greying beard can be seen...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;After ushering them in, the butler steps out... conveniently leaving the door ajar... perhaps space enough for cat...?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Mrowr?&amp;quot; The cat is being assaulted - oh wait, petted. It - or she, on any closer inspection - meows at Allyn queryingly, but doesn't seem averse to a little attention. The nearby hand does get sniffed several times though!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;As everyone starts moving towards the meeting chambers though, including probably Allyn, the cat sneezes, nose and whiskers wrinkling a little.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But for whatever reason, it decides to follow all the movement and people, and slips through the door to slink and stalk along the wall... just moseying around.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Oh yeah, that is right, Finna had never seen him in his human form, but he smells the same as he always does though, just a little more human. He chuckles as the cat sneezes and gives her head a ruffle before she start to wander off. He looks around and nods to Faruja, Auron, Mizuki and Tomoe and gives a bow, before he follows after the cat and the man that leads them down the hall. He doesn't look too comfortable, but well sometimes you sacrifice that.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; With a small breath to calm himself, Faruja rises and nods to the elderly servant. The priest crosses his chest, and offers a kindly smile. &amp;quot;Lord's blessings upon thee, and mine greatest thanks.&amp;quot; He follows along until they're presented with the meeting room as well as &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja blinks as he enters, spying the pair of gentlemen in the room the Marquis would soon be within. Clearly he hasn't expected others! It takes a moment, but just /whom/ the man is hits Faruja like a ton of bricks. His only reaction is a flick of his tail, but it's telling to anyone who knows his people. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; the party gets discrete nods towards the table, though he doesn't yet sit. Good opportunity to at least get seating arrangements planned! Auron gets a nod to the rat's right, and similarly, Tomoe gets one to his left. It's only proper, after all, to have his 'body guards' close by. Should Mizuki seek his approval, he'll nod close to Auron. The proper place for his 'advisor'. Allyn would be offered a seat near Tomoe. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Lord Beoulve. Hail, and Lord's blessings upon thee. I pray we art not interrupting thyself and thine companion?&amp;quot; Offers the rat politely, before bowing deeply. He motions to the others. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Inquisitor Faruja Senra, 'tis an honor to meet ye, and the good Ser...?&amp;quot; Still no sitting. He won't do so until bidden.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe takes a moment to look at the clock, it's quite the bit of work really a level of craft work that relaly has died out in her world really. She stops bing distracted for a moment. She will get up and follow after the rest of the group she takes a mment to look about and get a feel for the place. She does not attempt to be imposing anf is actually being on her best beheaviour. She is however still quite tall she looks to Faruja nods and takes her seat. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I'm known simply as Tomoe and it's an honor to meet you sir.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;When the older gentleman enters the room, Auron looks up. He stands when the butler indicates the hallway. He'll also wait until everyone else has left the room, to leave it himself. Did he hear a meow? He looked around; whether he sees the cat or not, he doesn't mention it. The nod from Allyn is noted, and returned subtly. He doesn't want to look like he's planning something horrible.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He follow quietly until they're brought to the location of the meeting. A quick look around is force of habit, mentally marking the exits and entrances, possible hiding places, and other such hazards in the room. That done, he looks to the people therein...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And pauses a moment. Brick red robe with cowl. Much like Auron's hooded robe. The one he was wearing when he was mistaken for someone else. So that means this is... 'The Thunder God'? He looks between the two men, and offers a polite and respectful bow. He remains behind Faruja, acting the part of a guardian, perhaps without realizing it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Mizuki files in with the group quietly and gravitates somewhat toward Faruja. She gradually works her way closer and leans in to whisper, &amp;quot;You did a fine job of covering up your battle wounds for the evening's processions, so don't worry overmuch about that.&amp;quot; She giggles lightly. &amp;quot;That is, if you were worried in the first place.&amp;quot; After she's said her piece, she breaks away again, keeping her arms folded neatly and officially, her head likewise held high with her nose pointed toward the ceiling. The Father Senra could almost wonder if she was showing off so that she, too, might be counted among the numbers of the inquisition... but then, he knows better, doesn't he?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Yes, the girl is a very different kind of detective. Nevertheless, though, she should be nice to have around tonight; could always use someone with a silver tongue at meetings, right? Even if this one happen to live in a place the reeks of sin. Still, the intrepid may-be heretic doesn't skip a beat, quickly noticing the pair that occupies the room and giving a low curtsey in greeting. Her omnipresent grin isn't gone, but it's reasonably toned down so that it would come off as more pleasant and less haughty to all but the most keen of eyes.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Rising from her gesture of greeting, she moves her hands to her waist. &amp;quot;A lovely evening to you both. I trust your lord will be with us shortly?&amp;quot; Her words are reserved, but serve to create at least the illusion of warmth. Such is the purpose of pleasantry, yes? &amp;quot;In the meantime, if you might indulge my curiosity... who are you gentlemen, and what do you do here?&amp;quot; She raises an inquiring pair of fingers to her chin.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Oh, yes. She's certainly in her element here.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;After giving Faruja an understanding nod, and one more of respect to the other men, the lady has a seat beside Auron. She can act as an auxillary advisor and bodyguard both, as the need arises.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Zalbaag is, surprisingly, not the first to respond. The cowled man is. From within his robes, a soft but mirthful chuckle comes in deep, rich, tone. He speaks, with the voice of a wizened man, but a man of great strength as befits his bearing, &amp;quot;...The hour must be quite late, that you would not recognize e'en me... Lord Senra.&amp;quot; He turns, slightly, giving barest glimpses of darkened steel plate over black leathers and the scarred and weathered face of an elderly soldier. There is much masculine power in those chiseled features, skin brown as desert sand, but despite the hardness of his features... there is softest kindness in those eyes, &amp;quot;...Perhaps, 'tis the hour... or that I, like the stories men tell, am swathed in layers until rendered utterly unrecognizable.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;T.G. Cid offers a polite smile to Faruja's company, &amp;quot;Cidolfus Orlandeau, General of the Black Lion.&amp;quot; He bows, somewhat, before casting a sidelong glance at his younger companion.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Zalbaag finally turns a curious eye over his shoulder, seeming to draw it from the fire reluctantly, &amp;quot;...I had not heard that the good Marquis would be entertaining more guests.&amp;quot; He pauses, momentarily, and then turns to face Faruja. &amp;quot;...But where are my manners? ... Forgive my impropriety, Inquisitor.&amp;quot; He, too, bows, but slightly more rigidly than Orlandeau's relaxed demeanor. &amp;quot;...Nay, 'tis no interruption ... nor choice of mine, the company the Marquis keeps.&amp;quot; No insults there, its very polite in tone... but perhaps noteworthy that this one is... blunt.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Greetings, one and all...&amp;quot; He gestures, vaguely, then glances at Orlandeau.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Mayhap talk of war is best saved for the meeting...?&amp;quot; Cid adds, before proceeding to the opposite side of the table. ... But not before stopping to attempt to pat the cat on the head. &amp;quot;...A lovely sight before mine eyes, when plagues are abounds. 'Tis all I hear of as of late in Zeltennia.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Cid seats, then acknowledges Mizuki's queries, &amp;quot;...I suppose you know our names, by now. ... As to your other question... we are here to meet with the Marquis on the subject of border security.&amp;quot; He pauses, leaning back into his chair a bit, &amp;quot;...I suppose I can tell you that, after all... you'd not be here were you all not trusted. ... As to the Lord... no one but he keeps his time.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Zalbaag adds, taking a seat himself, &amp;quot;...Such is his privilege.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;After a time, though, the doors again do open... and this time another man enters. A man, probably in his thirties, with flowing silver mane and sharp features. His attire consists of dark colors, navy blue, black, and blood red. His attire is pure, finest silk... a collared shirt with pressed pants and polished leather footwear. In before him, comes the Buler, &amp;quot;...His grace... Marquis Messam Elmdore.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn moves to take a seat beside Tomoe, after giving a bow to the others gathered, but then remains standing as the Marquis arrives. He's not rude so he doesn't sit until the others have, or until they are told that they can sit. He doesn't want to start any problems here at least. He does look around the room a moment for the cat though.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Once she's seated, Mizuki's look of inquiry cements itself on her face. Quickly, the room has been filled with people who her authorial sense - aided by Faruja's reactions, naturally - has identified to be quite legendary. Her expression dips just a fraction of what might be a noticeable change. Hmm. Suddenly, she's rather glad that they came here to talk, and not to fight. Or, well. Not to fight outside the realm of verbal retorts, at least, though these men seem polite enough for the second thing not to be a serious concern. Otherwise, though, the lady just listens; at the least, she's here to be a reassuring presence, and at the most, a facilitator. No monologues for her tonight, even if the setting is perfect for them.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She smirks to herself. Not for her, anyway, but if Faruja was given reason to break into one of his 'preaches', she wouldn't be at all opposed to hearing some of his passion incarnate.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;It's not terribly long, though, before the man they had been waiting for steps in. As the name is announced, she bows her head in a rather convincing display of reverence, holding her position for a long time indeed. She may not have any idea of his prevalence here, and she has only just learned his name, but that won't keep her from at least playing the part of the awestruck onlooker.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;When she raises her head again, she finally has the opportunity to get a good look at him. And... you know? She's not disappointed. He doesn't look more crotchety or callous than a ruler needs to be. She widens her smile just slightly, folding her hands in her lap and settling back in her chair. This... might just be a pleasant night after all, but she doesn't want to speak too soon.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja manages to keep his mostly warm, but appropriately subdued smile as he whispers back to Mizuki. &amp;quot;Possessing wounds upon the face oft sets others at ease when spying other signs of injury. Rarely art others impolite, or brave enough to ask.&amp;quot; Useful, that trait! He's glad to have the pair of Auron and Mizuki along. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Allyn and Tomoe get a glance, the pair getting a discrete nod. Polite to a T, the both of them. He makes a silent prayer for such useful and well mannered allies! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja's single eye squints, and he lowers his head just a touch to see beneath the cowl. Blink. Faruja freezes for a good two seconds, before horribly feigning a cough. /This/ he wasn't expecting. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; At least Faruja can recover easily enough with his tongue, if not his body. &amp;quot;More than a few late hours, I am afraid; stricken me blind as a newborn! Mine deepest apologies, Lord General Orlandeau. I...am still yet unused to meeting men of thine calibre, it seems.&amp;quot; A deep bow of apology. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja isn't quite sure if his more 'fuddy duddy' portion is insulted by the blunt manner of the general, or if he finds it refreshing. Jury's out, but he'll hardly be rude. Another small, half-bow, the rat standing firmly on ceremony as his kind often do. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A surprise all around then. Nay insult done, M'Lord Beoulve.&amp;quot; A glance between the pair. Plague. Border security. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;How fare the people overall in Zeltennia? Lord curse such senseless suffering.&amp;quot; Asks the rat of Cid upon the mention of plague, half-hopeful for something akin to good news. Perhaps the plague is small? The rat wouldn't be money, but he sure can pray. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Before Faruja can inquire about the turn of the war thus far, in walks the Marquis. The Inquisitor parts way for the man, motioning to his companions to do the same. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then, the rat once again bows. &amp;quot;Faram's blessing Your Grace. Inquisitor Senra, and mine companions. Thank ye for thine hospitality, and thine time in meeting.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Auron can appreciate the bluntness more than false pleasantries, actually. As such, he offers a bit of a smirk to Zalbaag. &amp;quot;A pleasure to meet you both,&amp;quot; he offers. &amp;quot;I am Auron.&amp;quot; No titles or surnames... the introduction of a commoner? He doesn't have the bearing of a noble, it's true. But he stands straight and proud nonetheless. The bearing of a warrior.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He won't sit down until the man of the hour has arrived and the others are seated. Mizuki may just end up sitting closer to the head of the table than he, since he's not foreseeing a need to speak up too much during this meeting. He's here to listen and provide backup if needed. Maybe to defuse an argument. Maybe something else. Only time will tell. He'll introduce himself to the Marquis if he's asked to.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe looks to Allyn for a moment he would find that Tomoe has /no/ sent she smells of whatever ambient sents are in the enviorment and that's it. She however seems to be paying close attention she just knows she's the low person on the totempole here and she klnows it. She seem to be serious enough for a moment. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I'm afriad I'm used to late hours I admit.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The curse of the VR MMRPG junky, the sleep patterns nuked from orbit. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Yes you are a fine host and thank you for seeing us.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Mrowr!&amp;quot; The cat offers happily to Cid's petting. Finna had ben wandering without intending to gain much attention, but apparently this cat is a sucker for attention, and she rubs her body all along Cid's offered hand for a few brief moments. But soon it's back to wandering.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Only pausing briefly to bat away at Faruja's tail all of a sudden! Thankfully without claws.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Elmdore stands, quietly, before the door with not a word said for a few moments after his arrival. He simply seems to take stock of the room, offering subtle nods where appropriate, as he reaches with his right hand to adjust a golden band on his left. Behind him, the servile gentleman sees himself out... closing the doors swiftly behind.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The audible closing of the door serves to mark what is officially the beginning of the meeting.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Tiresome days, these... with much to be done.&amp;quot; The silver-haired noble intones, voice deep yet smooth as the silks he wears. An elegant gait carries him across the floor to the head of the table, with his back to the fireplace. But, ... not before attempting to scoop up the cat. If Finna will allow him too, he'll tuck her neatly into the crook of his left arm and against his chest. Regardless, he does eventually take his seat... crossing his right leg over his left as he does. He looks lordly, to be sure, but his tone is less than imperious, &amp;quot;...Greetings to all. I pray the accomodations of my home may provide you all with modest comforts, at the least.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It maybe a trick of the eyes, but as he seats before the fireplace there is a somewhat more noticeable palor to his face. It does not seem to redden with the heat and, if Finna were with him, she may notice briefly that he is comparitively cold to the touch. ... But the fireplace quickly begins to mask this, even so.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Yes...&amp;quot; He pauses, eyes turning toward Faruja slowly. &amp;quot;...Lord's blessing.&amp;quot; His expression is as cool as he is, facial expressions even... and subdued.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Cid offers, suddenly, &amp;quot;...Pardon my curtness, Lord, but mayhap we should begin? Time waits for no man.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Elmdore smiles, if subtly, &amp;quot;...Yes. War then. ... What of Archades march on Fovoham? Does the Lord Barrington hold his ground even now?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Zalbaag frowns, but little more, &amp;quot;...If but barely. He has requested assistance twice, but Lesalia is slow to respond. The Lord Larg has attempted aid by cover of the Yuguewood, but even that did not escape Archades notice.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Cid taps his fingers against the arms of his chair, anxiety apparent, &amp;quot;...Were it my choice, I'd sooner crush Archades advances myself than see Fovoham fall...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Elmdore turns his eyes away from the pair, and toward Faruja, &amp;quot;...Then there is the matter of Alexandria. It is my understanding that you are here to request that I allow a border crossing... and sanctuary, yes?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Zalbaag doesn't speak on this matter, but the glance he gives Faruja's lot says he definitely has -a lot- to say about that idea...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn takes a seat next to Tomoe once everyone else has seated themselves. He's just here to listen to pretty much, unless there is something asked or required of him. He glances around the table from person to person. Well, he can't help that he's pretty quiet when in human form, he just doesn't have too much to say, not like when he's in some other form or other. He does give Tomoe a smile though.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Mizuki watches the marquis intently as he strides across the floor, and is immediately taken by the subtle, but readily apparent, humility in his words and actions. His words may sound tired, but they don't convey disinterest; a king yearning for an end to a storm, or perhaps freedom from the worry of an impending one, but not those of someone haughty or rude. Still, even she is surprised when he leans down and attempts to sweep the errant kitten off its paws. That... earns a smile from her. While his subordinate looked upon it with a wrinkled nose and went so far as to call it a 'pest', this man had no problem touching it and even letting it crawl on him. Naive or not... she doesn't care. He's a man of good humor, and someone she can respect.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Swiveling her neck a little to free up her position, she sets her hands - not her elbows, naturally - upon the table, making a small arch with the tips of her fingers. She watches him stride to the fire, and... well, she makes a few more observations.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But these, sadly, are not so cheery. His skin color is as pale as her own; naturally, that shouldn't be the case for a healthy human. Also, the tiredness in his words is... enduring, and this exhaustion is mirrored in the grooves of his visage. She inhales... and exhales. He is a ruler in wartime. It's only natural that he would be sleep deprived and plagued by exhaustion, but she dearly hopes... that that is all the man is plagued by. She entertains the idea that he purposefully placed himself by the fire to mask his eerily ivory palor. If so, it was a wise move on his part. He must look strong in meetings such as this one, after all. For his reputation. For his people.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Another sigh. Even if Mizuki isn't a genuine ruler herself, she's always felt an affinity and understanding for those in positions of power. In this case, though, that doesn't equate to condescension so much as it does sympathy for the marquis.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;After the exchange regarding the state of the war concludes and the spotlight turns to Faruja, she gives the nezumi a rather deep and complex look. Somehow, though, the rat would certainly know what she is trying to say: 'Be gentle with him. Reasonable. Understand the needs of his people and the needs of those you wish to protect, and things will proceed... as fairly as they can.'&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Or some approximation of that, anyway; that's quite a lot to say with a long stare.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The good nobles find no protest from Finna as she's picked up! The cat does blink and, like many cats in this position, looks slightly bewildered and slightly annoyed, but, well.... cats.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Once the creature's settled in however, she purrs quietly, pausing only briefly for some odd reason or another... and looking about, ears flicking, tiny nose sniffing at the air.. and a paw lightly pushing against Elmdore's arm...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Auron is also mainly just listening to the situation. There's a lot going on, and Archades seems to be the heart of a lot of it. But he doesn't have a lot he can offer as assistance in most of these situations. He might be able to poke the Al Bhed for machina weapons, but they'd be at a premium. And there wouldn't be time to train the soldiers in their use.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Keeping quiet, though. Still, his thoughtfulness might be glimpsed if one were glancing in his direction. He's thinking what he's seen thus far, and the differences in how war happens in this world as opposed to his own. There are indeed very big differences. Hmm... maybe...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is just making herself at home. It's a strange thing to know your somewhere but not there. Given how often she lives her live as her avatar, it's funny the thought even comes up for Tomoe anymore. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;You have done quite well to provide for our comfort and I thank you.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She looks to the rest and to the noble who is their host. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Arcadades seems to be quite aggressive in my limited experience with them.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja's tail wiggles! He tries to not squeak in response to the cat. It would be undignified! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja takes his seat after the Lord of the manor, this time offering no motions to his companions. By now, he's sure they'll get the hint. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;'Tis quite so.&amp;quot; Assures the rat quietly, taking in the Marquis' measure. Almost cold, this man, very subdued. No doubt a fearsome opponent, given his nickname, and likely calculating. The rat is sure to sit up straight, trying to seem somewhere in the ballpark of these great men. It's so very strange, for one lowborne as him, to find himself in the company of Lords. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faram help him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Cid gets the meeting going, and the rat doesn't miss Zalbaag's glance. It seems he may even be sparring with Lords this day. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruj is silent throughout the mention of war, though the grim set of his fuzzy face may well show how much he finds the news unpleasant. A look to Cid. If only he could help, at least openly. For now, all he can do is see to matters at home. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja's own eye turns to Mizuki. There's almost a nod there. He fully understands. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Correct, Your Grace. Alexandria hath destroyed both mine home, Burmecia, and Cleyra. I know naught whether his Highness, nor the young Prince yet live.&amp;quot; There's a barely perceptible growl to the mere mention of the name; pure unadulterated hate bubbling beneath the surface. Perhaps not unexpected, given the destruction of two of his homes. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Nay doubt they seek to conquer lindblum as well. 'Twould hardly surprise me if they would seek even Ivalice, for the Mad Queen's avarice knows nay bounds.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;And therefore I come to ye; passage into Ivalice proper for mine people, and sanctuary amongst thine people, Your Grace. What I ask is...difficult, in war time.&amp;quot; Admits the rat. He'll not play naieve. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;However left to mere camps, they shall fall prey to bandits, brigands, and the Alexandrian war machine, utterly wiped out. Should ye take them in, ye shall find mine people to be honest, hard working artisans. Ones whom remember their debts.&amp;quot; A glance into the noble's eyes. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A lick of the muzzle. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Many wouldst swear themselves to thine service out of honor; too many art there soldiers without work. With so many soldiers to war, 'twould be a boon, that some manner of order might be more easily maintained. Nevermind the number of farmers whom escaped with their city-dwelling bretheren, healers, artisans...we art a people of /skill/, your grace. And should the King or Prince live? Ye wouldst hath gained an ally, for him to forget such a debt wouldst be...&amp;quot; Faruja shakes his head. He couldn't /imagine/ such impropriety. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Furthermore, shouldst Alexandria threaten Ivalice? Whom art more willing to fight than those whom hath lost everything to a common enemy?&amp;quot; Truly, Faruja has little to offer, other than the skills and knowledge of his own people. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;In the obvious absence of a proper ruler, I wouldst be willing to mediate between what little of the government yet remains and Your Grace, as needed as a fellow representative of the Holy Church.&amp;quot; A perfect opportunity, of course, to shift his people towards the Church rather than royalty.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...I am against this.&amp;quot; Zalbaag finally speaks his mind. &amp;quot;We already find the door to war ajar, but to open it so boldly and allow it to consume us for the sake of so few...&amp;quot; He glances toward Faruja, and then back at the Marquis, gesturing with a gauntleted hand swung wide from the arm of his chair, &amp;quot;...T'would be madness. Surely, I am not the only one to see this... a thousand pardons, Lord Inquisitor but...!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Though I am known for my appreciation for the arts... victory can not for us an Artisan bring.&amp;quot; The Marquis lifts his right arm, bringing it to rest upon the arm of his char. Finna could feasibly run if she wished it. &amp;quot;...But is it not true,...&amp;quot; He casts a knowing glance toward Zalbaag, &amp;quot;...that Burmecia hath some of the finest Dragoons in all of the lands? Though their soldiers may be weary now, passionate hatred can drive a man's strength when all else fails. A nation of warriors scorned makes for a fitting ally.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...And Alexandria? Have you considered that this might all be -exactly- as planned? Mayhap the razing of Cleyra was but a ruse, ...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Cid interrupts, stroking his graying beard, &amp;quot;...Mayhap... but have you considered that inviting war with Alexandria could be to our benefit?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Zalbaag looks incredulous, &amp;quot;...What?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Elmdore cuts in again, &amp;quot;...He is correct. That woman cannot see past the end of her nose. Though Archades may be difficult to control, Alexandria is far more questionable. If we could perhaps provoke these dogs to fight over our table scraps...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Zalbaag goes quiet, sinking into his chair... clearly annoyed but unwilling to speak up against the other two any longer.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Elmdore flattens his hands against the arms of his chair, fingers of his right tapping rhythmically, &amp;quot;...I cannot tell you, today, that I will grant this... Lord Senra. But I shall heavily consider this, and discuss it further with his Majesty at my earliest conveinance. At least, I can assure you... I see value in this.&amp;quot; He offers another subtle smile, this one seemingly slightly less lethargic than before.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Cid nods quietly, &amp;quot;I agree. I am always looking for opportunities to pit my enemies against my enemies.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Marquis gestures to Faruja's company, and asides, &amp;quot;...Pardon the lack of proper hospitality, I assure you all... the chef is working diligently.&amp;quot; He drops a hand in his lap, glancing at a wooden clock on the opposite wall, &amp;quot;...Is that all on that particular issue? I am sure we are not quite done with discussions of border policy as yet but...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The expression on Mizuki's face lights up like the stars in heaven as Faruja speaks. Impassioned, like everything that comes out of that fuzzy muzzle of his, but it had tact; a gentility and understanding that made her... well. That made her -proud-. In the moment, she doesn't care if it's strange or wrong for her to be feeling that about something that came out of the mouth of such a new friend, but damn it, she doesn't care. The corners of her mouth turn up just a bit more than is normally befitting a polite grin, and when the spirited Burmecian rests his case, she gives a strong and very noticeable nod in his direction.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;If she had a glass of tea, she would be lifting it in his honor right now, but for the sake of the meeting she stays her tongue. For now.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The marquis's response only makes her all the more jubilant, though, and once he, too, has finished speaking, Mizuki clears her throat to politely request an opportunity to speak. If it is given to her, she would stand, assuming the same formal posture as she had when she was walking in.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;If you will pardon me, milord,&amp;quot; She gives a faint bow that comes dangerously close to being gracious, &amp;quot;I can personally attest to the strength of this individual, Father Senra, and his ableness to put his words to action. If his passion is any indicator of his peoples' ferocity and loyalty to those who have shown them kindness, then know this: if you offer those he speaks on the part of asylum, your investment will be returned in spades... and a bond that will transcend ages.&amp;quot; She takes a breath and allows for an effectual pause. &amp;quot;I am but an unknown who has come here to observe and, perhaps, to comfort, but for whatever it may be worth, that is my earnest and heartfelt opinion. I know that times like these can make it seem as though the sentiments of love and loyalty are worth little, but one day, they may yet be your saving grace.&amp;quot; With another bow, and perhaps a lingering smile in the direction of the marquis, she sits back down.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;... but not before looking to Faruja with the same.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Damnit, but he can /understand/ Zalbaag's concerns. The rat might not like it, in that passionate heart of his, but he can understand. He can't even get offended. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;War marches inexorably.&amp;quot; Mutters the rat quietly, voice utterly certain. He knows the Queen of Alexandria, the fool. She'd walk into the Abyss itself for the slightest gain, no matter the risk. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja latches onto the sliver of hope desperately. &amp;quot;Ye speak truly, Your Grace. With all due respect to Ivalice proper, there art few whom can equal their skill. One may say we were born to the skill.&amp;quot; Faruja flexes his good leg here. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then, he gives a bitter smile. &amp;quot;I assure ye. Ye shall find none whom art more hateful of the Alexandrians than we.&amp;quot; if the Inquisitor ever needs proof? Just give the rat an Alexandrian Heretic. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The rat makes a mental note to either buy cid a beer, or give him a thousand prayers. Likely both. It's gone far more well than he could ever hope. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja nods, a deep, seated bow. &amp;quot;'tis all that I wouldst ask, Your Grace. Ye hath mine gratitude for so thoroughly considering mine proposal. Shouldst ye choose to offer mine people sanctuary, ye shan't be disappointed in their calibre. Nor shall such a thing go forgotten by myself.&amp;quot; The subtle smile is returned in kind. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;That is all. I shall prepare a list of surviving governmental functionaries, in either case, that this matter may be most easily resolved.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Mizuki's words leave the rat speechless for a moment. Faruja remains visibly in that slight-smile, a touch forced. If he were to break out grinning, it'd be impolite. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;As ye can see, I hath found a most exhuberant and worthy advisor, whom doth do this humble servant of Faram and country far too much credit.&amp;quot; His words are humble, and modest, but his eye gleams towards Mizuki. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; At this rate, he's going to be drowning her in tea and scones in thanks.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;When Mizuki asks to speak, the Marquis gestures quietly as if to beckon her to stand. All listen, for the duration of it, and though the man maintains a cool composure throughout... the fact that leans in, resting against his arm and staring contemplatively, gives credence to the idea that he is listening intently.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;When she is done, Cid is the first to laugh, &amp;quot;...Hahaha... I like this girl!&amp;quot; He pats the arm of his chair, leaning forward a touch as if to speak across the table, and adds, &amp;quot;...your words are wise, girl. It is true, that love and loyalty will not feed a man... or destroy his enemies in and of itself. -But- there is great strength in unity and cooperation. If all could think this way, we'd have a better nation.&amp;quot; He balls a fist, striking the chair's arm gently with a guantleted fist, before letting his hand rest on it again, &amp;quot;Through famine and plague I have attempted to instill this idea in my people...&amp;quot; He leans back again. &amp;quot;...but finding ears less deaf is a challenge in this day and age.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Marquis nods to Faruja's words as well, &amp;quot;...Your advisor is quite an interesting one.&amp;quot; He steeples his fingers, and his eyes flit toward the door as a knock comes, &amp;quot;...and I shall gladly take all of the information you can provide. For now, ...&amp;quot; He stands, moving to get the door... &amp;quot;...Let us take a brief rest, perhaps over tea... or perhaps wine?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>321/Snow Tracks Pt. 2</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;BrightEyes52: Created page with &amp;quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/07/31 |Location=Ivalice |Synopsis=A brief bit of investigative legwork has turned up that the Dragon-chasing fellow whom the mission concerns ...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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|Date of Scene=2014/07/31&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=A brief bit of investigative legwork has turned up that the Dragon-chasing fellow whom the mission concerns has likely gone into the Gollund Mines after the object of his pursuit. Getting in still poses a problem, but it's a problem the mercenary party is keen to resolve - one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;
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|Cast of Characters=19, 129, 236, 307, 495, 513&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Felmarian White Plains, Mines -&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The wind is chill, whispering westerly, as it rolls across the snow-covered white plains on the outskirts of Gollund. Pale slivers of early morning light, obscured by clouds, can be seen against the pale orange of the horizon. ... It's quiet, not even the tavern seems to be open at this hour - and the lantern light that usually spills out from the windows of the citizenry's home is missing. The streets, too, are bare - save fore a few woodland creatures and dogs running loose in the snow.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Down at the mines, there appears to be not much activity at the forefront - and the usual entrance guard seems to have gone. The occasional miner comes to and fro, but it is occasional at best.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The rear side, is even less guarded... but it really doesn't have to be. It is, after all, boarded up and sealed nice and tight. Its tunnel entrance, which leads to a ladder well that descends into a mineshaft hasn't seen light in months probably...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...or, it hadn't. There is apparently a rather sizeable hole knocked in the wooden panels used to board it up... and the boards themselves are blackened as if they had been burned. In fact, the inside of the tunnel entrance itself looks as though it had been suject to a torching recently...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Someone's a bit cooky, gone missing maybe in the mines, despite all kinds of danger? Not a heck of a lot ELSE to do? Then by gully, ERIK BLACKBURN's gonna tromp on all the way over there, BARECHESTED through the blizzard... and so, that's what he's done. Probably tromping along with the others who showed some interest, mind ya, but that's still taken him to the same hole in the wall... err, entrance.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Cue some beardstroking. &amp;quot;'No chance any'un'd g'down there, they say... yeah, this? Speaks fer itself.&amp;quot; What the hell kind of accent is that supposed to be anyways?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;ANd why is this man NOT suffering an epic case of hypothermia by now?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn wanders along towards the back entrance of the mine with the others. He stops and sniffs at the burnt areas of the entrance and then sneezes! yep, it smells burnt alright. He peers into the entrance and sniffs around it a little to see if it smells like anything other than just ash and stuff. &amp;quot;The miners go down there all the time don't they? So why wouldn't anyone else? and we're planning on going down there too. I think anyway.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva is here and prepared to go spelunking. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Or rather as prepared as she gets. She's wearing a miner's helmet with a light. She also has a backup flashlight. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She peers ar Erik, but doesn't mention his lack of clothing for the weather. She shivers herself in her padded Templar outfit. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Given the situation, Riva is much in favor of using the back entrance ot the mines, since the alternative involves murder or assault. She doesn't like murder (warranted or no), and assault is dicey. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;All right, is everyone ready?&amp;quot; She asks, bouncing on her feet a bit. It's not entirely anticipation of breaching a mine that is super-forbidden to outsiders (which usually means something juicy is going on), but also to /keep warm/.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Auron did say he was going to be looking for other ways in at night. Hence why he's now dressed like a monk with a gray scarf. The robe is a dark brick-red color, though. And he's got his sword and bow strapped to his back. That could be kind of telling that he's not just a monk. Then again, someone has to actually /see/ him, and he's been pretty good about not being seen that night.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The burnt entrance to the mines would soon attract his attention, and he would find his way over to the others beginning to gather there. He doesn't seem too surprised over Erik's lack of protective clothing against the cold. Jecht went up Gagazet barefoot and shirtless, after all. In response to the other man's words, &amp;quot;Exactly.&amp;quot; Allyn's question gets a response as well, &amp;quot;Generally if one's allowed to pass a door, one doesn't break it down.&amp;quot; Pause, a look to the entrance. &amp;quot;Or in this case, burn it down.&amp;quot; He looks to Riva, nods in response to her question, and looks at the others.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;For the most part, the ladder well and its connecting mine shaft seems almost deathly silent. There's a low hum, generated from somewhere below (probably mining equipment farther away) and the occasional sound of a mechanical *TONG* that rings in the distance... but up close there does not seem to be anything going on below. There is a steel ladder rung or two strangely missing below, however. What can be seen of it, anyway. The well itself descends so far down that it almost literally seems to dip into darkness. There are no lights lit below, giving credence to the fact that this entrance has not been used in a long time. The ladder well itself is... rather huge. The diameter of its opening is easily big enough for five men.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;On the back wall, in torn parchment, a sign writ in Ivalician script reads: &amp;quot;Condemned. DO NOT ENTER.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...But, is there really any choice...?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;If the choice is made to descend, in spite of this warning, the group would find it is more than just the ladder that is in a state of disrepair. If one can even see here, it would be readily apparent that much of the old wooden support structures miners once used, including a chain and pulley system used to lower heavy things into the well... have collapsed. The pulley system itself broke off long ago, falling straight to the well bottom and dragging off mining platforms with it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Once in the shaft proper, they would find themselves in a long unlit shaft... that leads upwards...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;This is, in my opinion, evidence that he /did/ come this way. Who else would have a reason to break in like this? Surely none of the locals.&amp;quot; Riva comments. &amp;quot;Only one way to go! Let's do this.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva turns and begins climbing downwards, turning on her mining helmet so she has light within the mines. There's a few instances as she descends that she freezes, or gives a yelp as she finds out that places aren't... where she expects them to be, but she eventually makes it down there, scraped but intact. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;If a ladder could beat them, they would have no hope for what is possible to come later. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Hmmmmmmm...&amp;quot; Riva says, looking around and letting the light point things out for her. &amp;quot;This is going to be moderately unpleasant.&amp;quot; She observes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Welp. Auron's heading down. Before he goes, though, he pulls a small LED light from his robe and clips it to the front of his robe. Then down the ladder he goes! Missing rungs don't seem to bother him. Fact, given that the ladder's in such shape, he prefers to put his weight on the wall itself where he can. That way he won't wreck the ladder. He's not an overly heavy guy, but he doesn't want to take any chances.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Once he gets to the bottom, he straightens, looks around. He remembers that the boards had been burnt. So if someone burnt their way in, they probably still have whatever they burned their way in with. So he turns to his sense of smell, lifting his head to try to catch a whiff of fire, flame, or something burning.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn ponders as he looks at the ladder, well, wolves can't very well climb ladders, at least not easily, so what should he do? He could shift to his human form, but he doesn't really like that idea at all, but it will probably be the safest. He shifts and changes forms from wolf to his human one and mutters a little once he is able to climb down after the others. &amp;quot;TYou know, they should make ladders friendly towards four legged things.&amp;quot; he chuckles and shakes his head. &amp;quot;Ok, maybe they shouldn't.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The darkness does not stop ERIK BLACKBURN's tromping. It merely delays him for a few moments as he beardstrokes at it... and then just keeps on plodding ahead, hopping down the shaft with uncanny agility and a swinging, ambling grace unfitting of his mammothian frame. &amp;quot;Nothing doing with things like this! What a mess... no respect for their own gear, just leavin' it to the elements...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The shaft proper is in ruins, and it has likely been this way for quite some time. The blakened scorch marks that mar the walls, and floor, however... are decidedly new. In fact, one can even still smell the barest hints of smoke mixed with wet earth and mold here in this tunnel. Once past the ruins of the mining equipment, the party would find themselves walking into an almost bland earthen tunnel... not even so much as a sign or any indication this particular shaft had any importance... until they reached the belly of the mines proper.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Here, the dim light of torches against various walls make another parchment sign nearby readable: &amp;quot;Shaft 4B2, Exit Only. ... NO LOITERING IN EXIT TUNNELS!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;In what may well be the fourth level of the mines, there is an all pervading silence. The coldness of the external environment has given way to a slightly more tolerable temperature... but it's still quite cold. ... After a few long moments of silence, there comes a rumbling noise in the distance... and what may be the dulled sound of explosion. There are four tunnels here, in varying directions... but the long, dimly lit, tunnel directly ahead of them is the one from which this rumbling comes... could there be something happening there...?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...The answer, it seems... is yes. But probably NOT what they were expecting...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;There, in a very large cavern, there appear to be many monsters all around the immediate area. Primarily Bombs, but also Goblins as well. They all seem to be focusing their attention on something happening higher up though. Way up high on some wooden scaffolding... two very alien beasts seem to be facing off against one another. One is a leather-skinned, black and grey, muscular fiend with demonic-looking bat wings. It appears to be clutching some manner of... ruby?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The other... is a GARGANTUAN, scaly, wingless beast of dark violet coloration that for all intents and purposes looks -exactly- like...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...a Dragon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The minor monsters here ACTUALLY seemed to be attempting to make their way up the scaffolding to attack it. But gouts of firey exhalations seem to be keeping them at bay pretty well so far...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva follows her light and Auron's nose. She's not above getting help to deal with things. &amp;quot;This area has been abandoned for some time. I wonder what happened down here that caused them to aban-...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She pauses, flicking off the helmet and crouching, instead one hand going to her flashlight... But she doesn't need to turn it on. She just keeps it at the ready as she creeps forward, peering around the corner to see what's going on. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;she blinks and looks quite confused. &amp;quot;Purple dragon?&amp;quot; She whispers, and then looks back at the others.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Riva Banari says, &amp;quot;Okay, this is odd.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Riva Banari says, &amp;quot;What should we do with this? The monsters appear to be attacking the dragon, and then there's the strange demon...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;With a quiet rumble in his throat... the giant of a man pauses. &amp;quot;Hold up.&amp;quot; He's entered the cavern and immediately ducked to the side behind some scaffolding bases to have a look. Thanks to all the fire it's NOT hard to see what's going on up there... &amp;quot;... of all the... am I seein' things? That's no man!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Well, that rumbling is definitely something to follow. And what should they find at the end of it? The dragon that the townspeople said wasn't here. And it looked like it was being attacked. Or maybe it was raiding their nest or something? Whatever it was, Auron pauses, hiding so that he's not in sight just yet, to watch the fight. What's really going on?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;After a few moments, he makes a decision. He's never seen another dragon here. It must be a reasonably unique creature. And, truth be told, he's had more trouble with the fiends in this world than with any dragon. So, well...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He pulls the bow off his back, then steps out of his hiding spot and fires an arrow, shooting far enough away from the dragon so as not to hurt it. Looks like he's throwing his lot in with the dragon.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Auron says, &amp;quot;...Didn't they say that man was asking after dragons?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Riva Banari says, &amp;quot;They did. Do you believe he was looking for that dragon?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Auron says, &amp;quot;I don't see any others.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Riva Banari says, &amp;quot;Then if we want to find him, we'd best protect the dragon.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;A conversation over the radio causes Riva to move. As Auron gets into position, Riva moves in as well, drawing a pair of pistols. Gleaming circuits run down the sides, pulsing with energy as she instinctively begins feeding Anima into the weapons. &amp;quot;HALT, EVILDOERS!&amp;quot; She pauses, and comments over her shoulder, &amp;quot;I've always wanted to say that.&amp;quot; She says, and then looks back to the monsters and demon. &amp;quot;UNHAND THAT DRAGON UPON PAIN OF A HUGE THRASHING!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn glances in the room for a few moments and then ducks his head back and frowns some, &amp;quot;That doesn't look good. I am not sure if we can take all those things out can we?&amp;quot; he raises an eyebrow and frowns a little.&amp;quot; he shrugs a little and looks at the others and then when Auron draws a weapon he decides its best to just shift again, back to his wolf form. &amp;quot;I guess this is the best way, but I kind of wish Bahamut was here, but he flew off, would be ncie to have a dragon of our own right now.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;RRRRAAAAAGH!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A scream rings throughout the cavern, preceded by a beastial roar, as an errant Goblin is knocked from scaffolding up high by FLAME BREATH! Part of the scaffolding has lit on fire by now, but the steel interspersed with wooden planks is slowing its progress considerably. It has -yet- to consume the whole platform. But it will.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The phantasmal, burning, figures of the Bombs that float around the scaffoldings base seem to be attempting to speed up the burning process... spitting bursts of flame from their malevolently grinning maws at the scaffolding structure. Because of their erratic, almost childish, approach however... most of it seems to miss. In fact, one in particular lights a nearby Goblin on fire - causing the thing to run screeching across the cavern toward a pool at the other end!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It doesn't take long, however, until the Bombs notice the newly arrived party and begin to menace them as well... floating across the rocky floor with all the speed of a racing tortoise.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A few of the Goblins who -were- attempting to scale the scaffolding again also turn their attention upon the group, their fiendishly hideous, warty, faces taking on a look of gleeful of malevolence. The weapons they carry seem to be mostly stones, or pieces of broken wood. But one in particular seems to have taken a liking to a rusted pickaxe...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...meanwhile, as the onslaught of monsters against the Dragon becomes less it seems content to turn its razinng breath upon the ruby-wielding demon directy across from it... who takes to the air in turn.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;First things first. That platform. It's burning. And if it's not put out, the place will probably collapse on them all. So he pulls another arrow, nocks it, and lets it fly at the burning platform. He'll aim for the steel, so as not to weaken the wood any more than it already is. When the arrows of the Ice Crest hit something, they produce an explosion of ice. Hopefully this explosion will put out the fire. And if it hits that goblin scaling the scaffolding, so much better.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva doesn't hesitate. It's clear that the dragon and the demon have some kind of business going on, but the monsters are causing a major issue. Her current plan involves 'kill all of the monsters and then the demon.' This is common sense, right? The pistols bark, unleashing not bullets but greenish bursts of energy as she dives into the middle of the enemies. She seems to move instinctually, trying to focus her fire upon those closest to the dragon to allow her to focus and not get backstabbed.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn growls and leaps at one of the nearest goblins, he's not sure what those bomb things are, but well, he hasn't had much luck with bomb type things lately, especially if they have smiling faces on them. Though these don't really look too smiley to him. He tries to maul the goblin when he pounces at it, well if they are going to try to save a dragon, might as well just jump into the fray and see if things get sorted out somehow.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Chargin' in, with nothing to gain fer it? .. I like it. Still makes you morons.&amp;quot; The great big man raises some eyebrows at the incoming Goblins...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And promptly, sprouts an amazingly wide, toothy grin at the horde. Might not be an easy expression for others to see, given where attentions likely are, but the Goblins are bouund to see it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;That's not smile. That's staring into the maw of an apex predator. The way that Erik puts one foot forward and goes to draw the massive sword strapped to his back? Just a great beast readying for the pounce against harmless prey.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;While those Goblins might be a serious threat to Finna in a head-on, she doesn't have to fight if she can just scare them all off!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And so, the bloodthirsty, axe-murdering, beastly grin!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The arrow strikes the steel siding of the scaffolding true, frigid mist exploding forth from the center of impact and smothering out the flames. Unfortunately, for a certain Goblin, it also inflicts frost bite on the mischievous monkey attempting to climb it as well as making the side so slick that he immediately plummets...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Riva's bursts of energy strike two of the encroaching bombs (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bomb_%28Tactics%29), forces the things to back off temporarily and turning those malevolent grins of theirs into very definite frowns. Yet though the burning fiends back off, and change their angle of approach, momentarily... this does not stop them from launching a spray of burning energy in the party's direction either!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...The goblin which Allyn targets narrowly avoids getting bitten, and instead has the tattered purple cloth of his filthy overcoat torn. This does not seem to please him, his warty mug warping into a glare before he screeches incomprehensibly and throws a held stone for Allyn's head!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...But then, the big guy lumbers in. The goblin turns a squinty-eyed grin in his direction... and then looks -up.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly his knees are knocking, and his buddy nearby wielding a plank hides his face behind his weapon... joining in the tremor fest shortly after. ... Within the span of about four seconds, both Goblins take off running in opposite directions... and then run back the way they came as they nearly run into Auron and Riva respectively.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...What results is a collision, with both Goblins knocking themselves flat of the floor... a few teeth clattering loose as they do so!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Dragon and the Demon are still going at it high above, entirely by their lonesomes. Gouts of great flames roar through the air one minute, thunder booms the next as a spell ionizes the air and annihilates a portion of the scaffolding... sending debris falling from above!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva twists and lets the Goblins run past, and she squints as they knock each other's heads. &amp;quot;Wow. Are they... always like that?&amp;quot; She asks, moments before FLAME DESCENDS FROM ON HIGH. &amp;quot;THIS IS NOT HOW I WANTED TO WARM UP!&amp;quot; Riva yells, getting scorched by the flame. She tumbles, trying to put it out, then stands and stares. &amp;quot;You guys are going to get it!&amp;quot; She declares, leveling one of the pistols at the Bomb Squad. There is a flare of green light, and then a blast of Anima that fires like a short beam, striking at the Bomb... And then ricocheting off of it towards the others nearby. The crashing causes her to look up, and she leaps to one side, barely avoiding getting hit by timbers and rock. &amp;quot;We're running out of time...&amp;quot; She says. &amp;quot;If we don't clear these guys out they're going to break anything we can use to climb up!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Auron manages to dodge the fleeing Goblin, his sudden move also helping him mostly-evade a gout of fire from above. It scorches his scarf, and he pauses a moment to put it out. The bombs are still an issue, as is one of the Goblins (since it looks like two of them ran away at the mere sight of ERIK BLACKBURN. Allyn hopefully has the other Goblin dealt with. For now, the bombs are the bigger problem. The dragon and the other fiend can wait. They're above, and it would be better if these small ones were dealt with first.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He nods to Riva's words. &amp;quot;Good idea,&amp;quot; he agrees as he snaps a canister of liquid into the 'mouth' of the Ice Crest. This done, he aims again at the Bombs, seeking to strike a place at the ground underneath them. The resultant blast -- this one stronger than the first one had been, thanks to the chemical in the canister -- will hopefully be big enough to hit them.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn yelps as he's hit on the head with the stone by the goblin. He shakes his head and bares his fangs at the goblin as he tries to clear his head for a moment. He glares at it and then lunges forward, trying to bite at it again. It's the best he can do after all, so he chomps down on the goblin's hand.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;ROCKS FALL! ... but thankfully nobody's dead yet. Except maybe some Goblins. ERik Blackburn takes a few hits to his back, one that knocks the man over and will probably leave a bruise, but with a fiercely determined and resilient yowl he's back up on his feet.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The guy IS as tough as he looks, that's for sure. Or close to it, anyhow.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Grrrgh... worse 'n that. They'll bring the whole shaft down on our heads! Break up that fight or get out now!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya has been known as little miss bundle of trouble. She does not mean to do so, she really does not mean to do so. However she's been up to something in another part of the mine and coming from a shaft above is a light of some sort and then a cry as she decends but she's riding on something, a bomb which looks like it's about to cook off she leaps away from it as it impacts into the ground and detonates, maybe she'll get lucky with this mad stunt?!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Somewhere, up in the tunnels behind the Dragon... shadows shift. The Dragon stops attacking momentarily, to look behind, and that's pretty much all the opening the Demon needed to crash down upon it with its own great girth! The Demon sends the Dragon tumbling to the ground, whereupon it is seized by the neck. The Demon raises a clawe appendage to the sky, the one clutching that blood-colored stone... and it crackles with electric energy...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Bombs Riva fires upon are struck, one after another, by her trick shot maneuver... and it works but -too- well. They all begin to vanish, one after another, in bursts of smoke accompanied by sorrowful sounding death wails. Only one escapes, attempting to flee from the onslaught of energy leveled at it but...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...it doesn't get far. The explosion of frigid chemicals that results from that fired arrow turns it into yet another wailing victim of the group's collective fury.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Goblin Allyn bites in retaliation screeches, flailing, attempting to tear its hand free from Allyn's maw. It's a struggle, and probably not a particularly TASTY one for Allyn considering how abominably nasty Goblins tend to be, but he does manage to get loose again. ... Not without spilling significant blood across the stone however.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He turns to run, not content to be the last to die in this place...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...and then... Maya happens.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It can't feel too good riding what is essentially a LIVING BALL OF FLAME into battle, but it sure does make for an epic entrance! The Bomb screams, literally, as it smashes into the ground nearest the Goblin with finality. The resulting EXPLOSION of RED HOT flame can both be seen and heard from all around... and if the REST of you don't get down...!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Auron catches sight of Maya riding in on a Bomb -- he winces a little at the thought; Fayth that must hurt somethin' fierce.But it's good he does see her, since he can duck down to avoid the worst of the blast. He still winces as the heat whips past him, coughing a bit as the air seems temporarily sucked out of the space by the heat.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Once he can breathe again, he looks up... only to notice the dragon seems to be being pinned! Well, the beast is on the ground now, so it's attackable in melee range. Which he does. He puts the bow away and draws the sword, and darts at the beast holding the dragon down. Nothing fancy here, he's trying to bat the thing away with the flat of his sword. He doesn't know how long a dragon can be choked out before it dies, after all.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Everything is chaos in the mines. She can feel time running out as the horde surges around them. The bombs vanish, but there's still Goblins. Riva looks over to check on the Dragon, and her eyes widen, a hand reaching out as she begins to yell. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Whatever she might be yelling is lost in the detonation as Maya arrives... Riva is thrown to the ground, only minor scrapes and singed clothing to worry about... But it's not herself she's concenred for. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It's the dragon. &amp;quot;DEMON!&amp;quot; Riva yells, challenging even when on the ground. &amp;quot;COME AND FACE ME!&amp;quot; Rolling onto her back, she points both guns at the demon and aims not for the demon, but for the hand holding the gem. It's clear he needs it for some foul purpose.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And then someone came in riding a bomb. &amp;quot;What.&amp;quot; even the barechested goliath of a man is stumped by this. AND momentarily too stunned to react. KABOOM! Though he throws his mighty arms up, ERIK BLACKBURN now somewhat resembles his name. Mighty scorches mar his bestially ferocious frame... &amp;quot;Top merit for entrance, miss.... less fire in the face next time.&amp;quot; The man grumbles, wincing slightly as he rubs at the burns and extinguishes his smoldering beard with a few squeezes from one hand.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Well, if none of you 're gonna stop that fight -&amp;quot; Oh, someone is. ERIK BLACKBURN blinks once at Riva, grins to himself... kicks one of the Goblins that've fallen in the gut for good measure, and then... FWOOOOOSH.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Like great pistons his legs send him up, up and UP. Not directly up, but at a slant. Despite his great weight, he seems to have no trouble whatsoever...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;.... running straight up the scaffolding. The smoldering, rickety scaffolding? He's running straight up, as if this 90 degree angle were utterly meaningless. &amp;quot;GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But just as HE's going up, the Demon and his dragon opponent are on the way down.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;So the man swerves, skids, and then SPRINGS off the scaffolding to bear down on the demon. Halfway through the epic plunge he reaches a meaty hand up behind his head, YANKS out his ridonkulously huge blade and.... &amp;quot;KRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHH!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Swings straight down.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn growls as he gets burnt by the explosion, he howls as his fur gets scorched and looks around for something else to attack/ He glares at the demon thing, well, he can't really attack something in the air from the ground in this form, so he shifts, becoming a large each and screeches as he takes off and tries to rake the demon with his talons.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya did not mean to do this, this is just how it it tuend out. She's alive and only a little bit shinged she has thie sheepish look on her face. Which vansihe at the shouting of Riva about a Demon she sees it, the look on her face goes cold dor a moment, a bit inhumanly so as she moves for her rifle. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;You will meet the end your kin did upon my world.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Maya's rifle roars to life as she times her shot to not catch her allies in a close up melee. She seems to have experiance with this as she times her shots.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;For the Demon's part, he doesn't even seem to pay much attention to the crumbling scaffolding, the falling, or the... TERRIBLY HUGE BEHEMOTH charging up what's left of the scaffolding to attack from behind! That clawed appendage just squeezes a little bit tighter every few seconds. When Erik finally forces him to take notice, however, the Demon's only response is to turn... stare emptily at him with soulless black eye sockets... and then...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...bring that gem bearing hand up to block. That 'sword' collides with the beasts thick hide and it...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-SNAP!-&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...it snaps like a twig...? The Demon doe not seem terribly amused, staring for all of two seconds as the remnants of that sword fly past, and ultimately turns away again as the pair hit the ground!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Unfortunately, Riva's bullets seem to be far more effective in knocking that gem loose! Unfortunately for the Demon, anyway. The blood red gem goes rolling, plopping into the pool of underground water nearby, and provoking a furious ROAR at the insult! That black, toasted, hand clenches... sparking again... before the Demon turns to glare at Riva dangerously.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...And becomes the lucky recepient of claws raking across its back, and a Zweihander to the FACE, at almost the same time! As if those things couldn't get any uglier!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Demon, weakened from fighting the Dragon, flies into the air almost helplessly on the tail end of that attack... flying through the air before getting riddled by bullets and then EXPLODING in a burst of vile energies!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...And now, all is quiet... until the Dragon stirs. The enormous, scaly, behemoth snorts and slowly but surely seems to clamber to its feet again. It then turns its great heft toward the gathered lot, business end of its great muzzle yawning open as sparks of flame emerge from within.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...From above, a voice calls, &amp;quot;...It would seem the hour is too late.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The voice, which draws the Dragon's gaze, comes from a decidedly well-dressed noble man standing before one of the higher tunnel entrances. A sharp-looking man with sandy blonde hair swept neatly back, wearing a ruffled orange scarf over an evergreen coat and silver breast plate with pants of white silk. A sword is sheathd at his left hip, but he doesn't seem keen to draw it... &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...If you would... please leave that Dragon in my care...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva stands, shaking at that momentary gaze of the Demon. &amp;quot;I've... never seen anything like that before...&amp;quot; She holsters her guns, seeing that the opposition has been defeated. The Dragon, however, takes exception to their presence. Riva waves her hands frantically. &amp;quot;WAIT! We're not here to hurt...&amp;quot; She grimaces, bracing to get broiled.... When the man calls out.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She winces, looking up at the man, and bows to him. &amp;quot;You would be the man we were looking for, I presume. Cadmus, I believe? Do not worry, neither you nor the dragon have anything to fear.&amp;quot; From her, anyway. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She does think for a moment, however, and turns to look over at the water that the gem fell into. She flicks her flashlight, running it over the pool to see if she can get a look at the gem and perhaps recover it. &amp;quot;The demon dropped something... Perhaps it might shed some kind of light on the subject of why it was here and apparently attempting to devour the soul of the Dragon or some other such unholy activity.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She might not be an old school templar, but Demons are Demons, man. That's just the kind of thing that comes to mind.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;With the demon seemingly taken care of, Auron turns his attention to the dragon. He sheathes his sword, to show the dragon he has no intent to harm the creature. However, when the dragon gets up, its mouth begins to open, sparking with flames. Auron raises his hands, to show that they're empty. &amp;quot;Wait. We are not here to harm you.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Thankfully because he needs to roll out of the way of a gout of flames, a voice is heard. And the dragon stops. Auron pauses, lowering his hands as he looks at the man who appears. And he remembers something they heard at the tavern. Riva asks the question, and he listens. Pauses again. Thinks. &amp;quot;...Dragons aren't native to this area, are they? How did you know this one was here?&amp;quot; It's not a suspicious tone, just curious. Mainly because he's wearing a hooded robe and a scarf that hides his identity; if any of them looks suspicious it's him.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;WHAT IN-- ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! That smith--&amp;quot; The sword has BROKEN. The big, overly huge sword that must'e been about six feet long has snapped like a twig!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The broken end goes rolling over to rest against the scaffolding with a dull, unmetallic thud.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Wait a moment, swords don't roll...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Yer paying for that one--&amp;quot; And he does, and doesn't,. the Demon takes a nasty beating and... kaboom. Explodes. Erik backpdals several steps at the violent assault that plays out before him. &amp;quot;Ehmf... over with, finally... This is the dragon then? The one NOBODY thought existed...? And the guy who went straight into an abandoned mineshaft after 'im.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Oddly enough, the guy doesn't seem too worried about the sword. Although, if anyone's looking carefully enough, they might notice now that he isn't actually holding onto the broken hilt of a greatsword. More like a crudely half-carved in the shape of a hilt chunk of thick wood. There are claw marks all over it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya lowers her weapon now as the weapon cools down ashe lowers it and isn't sure what to think about htis new arrivcal. She looks up for a moment. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;We have no plans to harm the dragon or your self if your not picking a fight. SO do not worry.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She moves to shoulder her weapon again, Maya's not a Templar but? She's certainly has issuesm, her entire family line does really. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Is everyone all right? If healing is required you need but ask.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn lands back on the ground and shifts back into a wolf. He looks at the dragon and then blinks as the man calls down towards them and looks up. Well, it seems that they might not get roasted? He looks to the dragon and talks to it, &amp;quot;We're not here to hurt you dragon, so we would appreciate it if you did not roast us alive, besides I don't think any of us would taste very good.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Cadmus would be family name, yes.&amp;quot; The sharply-dressed knight stares down at the mess made of the scaffolding, perhaps to ponder how to get down now. &amp;quot;...How is it that you know of me, yet I have never met you?&amp;quot; He strokes his jawline, momentarily... before calmly asking another question entirely, &amp;quot;...You would not happen to be sellsword of the Church then...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Dragon snorts, quietly, as it seems to internally ponder... something. Allyn's approach earns him an all-together too close look at the thing's gargantuan snout as it swings its heft round to stare at him...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...before yawning smoke at him and wandering away. The Dragon's way of saying 'I won't eat you yet' perhaps...?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It seems to wander over by the wall, all nearly ten feet of scaly beast turning its eyes up to gaze... almost longingly... at yonder knight.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;To Auron, the knight offers, &amp;quot;...If I told you that I have been trailing her for weeks... would you believe my words?&amp;quot; Yes, he did say 'her'. &amp;quot;...This Dragon is very important to me...&amp;quot; He glances down at the beast, and then... leaps...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...falling from on high, eventually to land squarely on the great beast's back side - to which it emits a mild grunt and naught more.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Boots hit the ground shortly afterward, and the well-dressed Knight approaches the gathered lot, glancing in Erik's direction. His eyebrow lifts momentarily, and then he glances toward Auron again, &amp;quot;...I did not come for a fight. I came... for my beloved. I do not know what the fiend wanted with her, but I care not so long as she is unharmed. I am Beowulf Cadmus. If you have come at the Church's behest, kindly... tell them their business is mine no more.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Auron shakes his head. &amp;quot;No. Someone put up a sum to find you, and we heard the name 'Cadmus' at the tavern in the town,&amp;quot; Auron replies. &amp;quot;Are you well?&amp;quot; A pause then, as the other man explains why he's here. 'Beloved'?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;...Well, there are stranger things in the Multiverse.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Still, Auron nods. &amp;quot;As long as you are both well, then.&amp;quot; Another pause. &amp;quot;Why would the Church be seeking you?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva nods. &amp;quot;It is as Auron said. We're here to find you. Apparently, finding...&amp;quot; She pauses. &amp;quot;Your beloved?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She looks over at the purple dragon, and then Cadmus. And then the dragon. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She shrugs. &amp;quot;If the Church asks, sure. We'll let them know. The man we spoke with didn't seem like a Church type...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva turns back to looking around at the water. &amp;quot;So what's your story, Sir Knight? It must be a very complicated one to be in this kind of position.&amp;quot; Flash liiiiight~&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya looks at Ginna for a moment there's something about Erik she looks at the shadows they cast something isn't right she doesn't like it and somethinf clearly is off she's now looking right at Erika like something very much is wrong for a moment longer. She then turns back to the knight she'll figure it out but something is very much off here. She's also taken note of the hilt there's something up. She however isn't sure now is the time to confront them.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn sneezes as he gets smoke in the face and he pads around a bit. He watches the dragon and the knight for a few moments and ponders and tilts his head. He seems to shrug a bit and sits down to see what will happen. &amp;quot;Maybe the dragon came here to lay eggs or something? Some animals are pretty aggresive when they are about to do something like that.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;ERIK BLACKBURN tosses the stump of a stick he's holding off to the wayside with a disgusted mutter about incompetent metalworkers... &amp;quot;A dragon rider, are ye... that explains a lot. Eh... to be honest, I got carried along by curiosity. Good to see the dragon made it but what in hell was that demon thing?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Beowulf's eyes turn askance at Auron's last question, &amp;quot;...Freitburg.&amp;quot; He doesn't say much more than that for a few moments. &amp;quot;...Let us just say, there is a man whom I owe a great debt to.&amp;quot; His left hand comes to rest against the hilt of his sword, gently, but he doesn't brandish it. &amp;quot;...I was once a member of the Templarate, but am no longer.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He offers a shrug. &amp;quot;It is a story I am not wont to tell, if you'll excuse my rudeness.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He nods at Riva, as though it were the most logical thing in the world, &amp;quot;...Yes, my beloved. We were to be married... but alas, it was not to be.&amp;quot; It is at this point the Dragon lumbers over, emitting a breathy rumbling from its chest. The mention from Allyn at laying eggs gets at glance from Dragon and Beowulf both, it's a silent one.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Dragon snorts noisily again.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Beowulf glances at the tossed stick, again, his brow quirking... before he provides Erik with an answer, &amp;quot;...A Lucavi Demon.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He says this almost too nonchalantly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...I've seen illustrations of them in Mullonde's libraries. Almost everyone among the faithful know the story of the Zodiac Braves, St. Ajora, and the Demons of Limberry. Anyone educated anywise. ... That is what I believe it to have been. They are ancient and powerful. ... I had heard the Confessor might be searching out the Stones... if the Lucavi have risen again...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He stops ranting, almost to himself, and then motions for the Dragon to follow. &amp;quot;...The hour is late, if you'll excuse us. Should you like to talk again, perhaps in the coming days, I'll be in town. For a while anyway.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Well, we've verified you're alive, so our job is done. I'd be definately interested in hearing the story of you and your beloved, however.&amp;quot; She thinks. &amp;quot;Wouldn't it be a good idea to find another place to hide? These demons know where she is now, so...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She takes a moment to jot something down, mouthing 'Lucavi Demons' as she does so. &amp;quot;And this Lucavi thing appears to be a problem. Maybe a problem I can help with. That demon looked like really bad news, and if there's more, or people are trying to bring them back...&amp;quot; She shakes her head. &amp;quot;That's going to be unpleasant.&amp;quot; Riva stows the flashlight, sighing. Looks like that mystery is going unsolved for the moment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And soon Erik is peering rather hard at the dragon. &amp;quot;... you're not a mere beast. You understand us. Can ye speak the same... were you always a dragon, or cursed, maybe...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Auron listens to all this, and does not interrupt with his questions. Interrupting with questions breaks the flow of conversation and could cause the man to fail to disclose something to them. And sure enough, he does -- 'Lucavi' and 'stones'. Could that have been what fell into the water? the thing that the fiend was holding?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He can't help but smirk at the look Allyn gets from both the man and the dragon. But again, he doesn't comment, since others are speaking. When Beowulf makes to depart, he steps forward again. &amp;quot;Take care, sir. My name is Auron. If you need help again, seek me on the Multiversal Broadband.&amp;quot; Of Beowulf knows what that is, he shouldn't have any problems finding him.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn sees the look from the man and the dragon and huffs! what? he was just stating what he thought could be the reason. He flops down on the ground and lays his head on his paws, trying to look innocent.. maybe he hit the mark? ah well.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;Oh Auron, Bahamut said he'd like to meet you sometime. He said that he is from a world called Spira.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 2&amp;gt;- Auron says, &amp;quot;Oh? Thank you, I'll speak to him when I return.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Dragon, following closely behind Beowulf, turns to glance sillently at Erik again as they pass through the mouth of a tunnel. It's a wordless, fleeting, acknowledgement. Then... they're gone.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>291/A Cloud Over Fovoham</title>
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&lt;div&gt;{{Log Header&lt;br /&gt;
|Date of Scene=2014/07/26&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=The roadways between Gallione and Fovoham were cleared of the accursed undead, and much aid was to come to Fovoham under the canopy of the Yuguewood. ... But the aid never arrived. The Order of the Southern Sky has written it off as Archadian interference, but a soldier claiming to have survived the attack claims fiends the likes of which no man has ever seen descended upon the caravans. Many were killed, some were taken away into the forest - but none of the goods were taken at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Soldier has posted three month's pay, requesting that captives be recovered if possible and their belongings recovered for memorial services. You have been provided a map, and a warning: be wary of the ominous-looking mausoleum.&lt;br /&gt;
|Thanks=&lt;br /&gt;
|Cast of Characters=19, 20, 129, 152, 493, 513&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Poses&lt;br /&gt;
|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Fovoham, Yuguewood Trail -&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It's mid-day and the sky's coloration is a dull gray from cloud cover, clouds dropping rain upon the wooded area all around though it be naught more than a light sprinkle. The pitter patter of rain against the canopy, and the pervasive sound of rain drops striking the soaked ground, dominates the ambience this afternoon. Here, the great mass of the Yugue trees is crowded together such that the bases of the trees can very nearly be touched on every side of one's person. Countless leaves cover the earth like a densely woven organic blanket, every step potentially a noisy one.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;An uncovered wagon sits here, in the collective shadows of several Yugue trees. It appears half-full of barrels, boxes, and bags... all soaked and completely abandoned. One of the wheels was apparently torn off, at some point, by something... causing the wagon to pitch slightly and toss some of its contents over the right side.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;There, leading away from the wagon is a dirt road.... in the middle of which lies a tattered coat covered by leaves... abandoned by someone possibly. Closer inspection of the thing would show that it has been shredded along the left side, possibly by wild animals...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Dull, gray, dripping rain. It's miserable weather to a vast majority of Ivalice, but any Burmecian worth his salt loves it. Despite the reason for their coming here, Faruja Senra has been sporting a spring in his limp-step. The strange circumstances certainly has the rat on edge as well; a strange combination of restrained enthusiasm and the ever-present paranoia of a good Inquisitor. Faruja stops as they arrive upon the wagon itself. Frown. He kneels, inspecting. Unlike some of the party he's not here for coin. No, he's here for his Office. Something about the report makes him uneasy. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Well, the good soldier was right about this much. 'Tis nay bandit that hath done this, nor Archadian Soldier. Or at least I pray not.&amp;quot; Shudder. If it /was/ Archadians, then they're true monsters. Faruja'd bet upon far darker forces. But perhaps he's seen a little too much recently. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A thought strikes him, and he turns back, the Burmecian tilting his head. &amp;quot;Holding up, Toph?&amp;quot; He calls to his Earthbender accomplice. He knows well her dislike for rain, so much as it's the call of home for him.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The leaves rustle, and a few moments later, out pops a lean and sleek young lady with dark bluish-black hair. Her skin is on the tanned side, one cheek shows a yellow star mark - either a tattoo or face paint, it's hard to say - her hair's short in front but a litle's been allowed to dangle past her shoulders down her back. She's dressed in a dark blue leotard-esque outfit - with several accessories over it, including a belt with plenty of pouches for tools, and a quiver slung over her back to match the short bow in her hand.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And she enters by swinging from a low-hanging branch, soaring over Faruja's head, and landing near the abandoned wagon. &amp;quot;You beat me by ten seconds, but don't think I'm letting you take ALL the reward for this one, whoever you two are!&amp;quot; The girl crows, all the while grinning enthusiastically and good-naturedly at Faruja and his company.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But only when that's settled does she sling the bow around her body, and take a peer about. She spots some of the signs of the struggle, and comes across the coat... and after spotting the shredded tatters, gives it a sniff. If it hasn't rained recently...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Now see... that's not right. Gaffgarion spent a good bit of time hanging out with stinky undead that were resistant to all his normal methods of attack, to assure that aid reached Fovoham. Sure, he'd gotten paid... but part of his job was to see that the aid reached Fovoham. And it didn't, for some reason.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His squire, Ladd, had done some more digging, and had found out two things. One, that the aid hadn't reached Fovoham because it had been attacked by... something. And two, that MORE money was being offered to deal with it. So of /course/ Gaffgarion's going to take the job! Not only for the money, though. Mind you that is a HUGE motivating factor, and about 99% of the reason he took the job. But it was the /principle/ of the thing!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Currently he's mounted upon a large black chocobo who seems to be minding the rain not one whit. On the other hand, his rider minds the rain a bit more. Rain and plate mail are /never/ a good mix. The rain is leaking down the back of his breastplate and generally making a mess of his padding. As such, he is thinking very rude, horrible things about the rain. And may possibly be grumbling some of them under his breath.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Grumblegrumbleblastedrainmumblegrumble.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;On the bright side there are other people here. &amp;quot;Hail!&amp;quot; he calls out when he's close enough. This is partly to find out who they are, and partly so they don't attack him when he gets close. &amp;quot;Are ye fine lot here to look into this Fovoham business as well?&amp;quot; As he speaks, he draws closer on the chocobo. It's a well-taken care of beast, that much is certain.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Her feet are /cold/.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;There's cold /mud/.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;So pardon Toph for not being too happy right now. But hey, it could be worse! At least it's not lava like there was yesterday. So she won't complain loudly at least, though she does frown a bit. And she remains standing upright when Faruja inspects the wagon. Really, she can't help but feel inclined to help Faruja with the mess in this world. Even if he's a bit stiff at times. &amp;quot;Eh, I'll survive. I can't believe I want a warm shower though,&amp;quot; she mutters, crossing her arms under her rain coat and shifting her feet even as she feels the mud slip between her toes.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;So... anything we're looking for here? You think the caravan workers have gone far? I can't really 'see' anything in the closest area. The rain makes it a little harder than normal though.&amp;quot; Somehow it's not fun to admit it, but the rain does make it tougher to notice everything. It's almost like trying to listen to a specific sound among noise most of the time!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Though she does focus... is there anything to notice in the rain?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;That's when Finna arrives though and slams into the ground, and Toph turns her head a bit. And there comes somebody on a chocobo? Arching an eyebrow underneath the hood of her cloak, the blind girl lets out a slight snort. &amp;quot;We're sure as hell not here on a picnic.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;'Nay bandit that hath done this...' is quite correct, as one could readily see upon inspection of the pitched wagon. As one draws closer to it, several things becomes readily apparent: 1) the contents of the barrels and bags is likely food, as one torn bag in the wagon's back end appears to have lost much of its contents... beans, 2) within and about the wagon itself lie other abandoned possessions... mostly discarded weapons and trinkets, 3) the leather reigns of the wagon's Chocobos, now lying in a puddle caked with mud, were apparently severed. Chocobo tracks lead away from the wagon, apparently fleeing in the opposite direction of the chaos.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Upon sniffing that coat, a cocktail of smells would probably hit Finna at once... if her senses were sharp enough. The most recent is definitely the smell of the clay-rich earth mixed with the scent of some manner of wild animal. There's smell of iron there, but it's faint... and smell of human body odor that is almost gone. Then there's the smell of something potentially disgusting and not quite -right-! Though that may well be the smell of traces of Mosfungus...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;For Toph's part, she may well sense that much of the life that would normally be teeming in this area have moved away... there is silence where there might ordinarily be footfalls. All except... a pair of very fleet feet, bearing a very light load, heading directly toward them at all speed...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;-Wark!-&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;There comes a call in the distance, but it is faint. Then it comes again after a few moments, and finally....&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Underbrush rustles several feet from the Wagon... and a large bird of golden plumage runs right in, wearing silver barding.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It stops running, suddenly, stopping to scratch at the ground and poke at the earth with its beak...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja's /definitely/ getting paranoid, as he bolts up and has his Blaze Gun half drawn by the time Finna lands. He squints in the dark, not quite leveling the weapon, but the rodent hasn't perfectly ruled out bandits /just/ yet. Particularly ones who might quarrel over scraps. But then she speaks, and he relaxes just slightly. A gaze into the dark. He can't see any accomplices. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; And the hailing voice is /far/ too calm and without threat to be such. He takes stock of the situation, and decides to take a small risk. Making sure his Ajoran cross is plainly visible, he turns to Finna. Something about her is familiar, though he can't quite place it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Hail M'Lady! If ye art worried of coin, than hath ye nay fear. While I shan't think to speak for mine companion, I am here to solve this mystery.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A glance to Toph, and he'll let her speak up when it comes to money. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then, he's sure to be loud enough that Gaffgarion hears. &amp;quot;Lord's blessings upon thee, Ser, Dame. Allow me to speak plain. I am Inquisitor Faruja Senra, and this is mine associate, Junior Acolyte Toph Beifong. As the good Lady says most...bluntly, we art all here likely upon the same reason. Investigating what hath befallen these supplies, and the soldiers whom guarded them. Methinks we aught draw upon common purpose. As for pay, split it as ye like, I claim only mine duties and oaths upon Faram and Church, and to those whom hath perished in pursecuting this most holy defense of our country.&amp;quot; Ever one for speeches, this rat. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A breath. &amp;quot;Might I know thine names, good Ser, Lady?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Even as he speaks, he's concentrating. To Toph, he nods. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Anything unusual. Tracks. Unusual residual scents. And...anything thine own skills may sense.&amp;quot; The rat doesn't outright call Toph's powers, just in case this is a trap. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja draws upon his magic. He whispers, quietly, to Toph. &amp;quot;...Watch me, Toph.&amp;quot; Powerful magic flows around the rat, blocking out the sensation even of running chocobos, as he attemps to peer into the past for some inkling of what happened. The Burmecian trusts the young Earthbender with his life, and so he puts it in her hands while his senses fade from the world and the area around him glows blue.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja also might be stifling a smile, and muttering about plenty of hot baths in Mullonde.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;That's the mission. Find the fallen - hopefully alive - and the works. The name's Clara... and THIS...&amp;quot; She hoists the tattered coat even as Gafgarion's arriving, a finger pointed at the damage, &amp;quot;was not done by a blade or arrow. Something nasty. But most woodland beasts wouldn't come near even a half-guarded caravan, would they?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;As a master of beast behavior in her own way, that's something she can say with confidence. &amp;quot;What else prowls these woods?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Gaffgarion takes a moment to note the assembled crowd. Sharing reward money is something he's learned to do. He's not bloodythirsty--or stupid!--enough to try to eliminate people that would be working with him. It's less work for him to have to do for them to accompany him. And if he gets less of the reward? Well, he's still alive to take another job and make up the difference.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Surprisingly Toph's rudeness gets a laugh from Gaffgarion. &amp;quot;Quite right. I would think you daft if you had,&amp;quot; he returns, dismounting from the bird and approaching the group proper. Toph's 'eyes'--that is, her feet--would tell her that he's a pretty large fellow, and completely armored on plate mail. He's also been wearing it long enough that its weight doesn't encumber him too terribly much.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Faruja's words get a nod from Gaffgarion. Though he waits until after the Burmecian comes out of his light-induced trance before he offers, &amp;quot;Well spoke, Ser Senra. Goffard Gaffgarion.&amp;quot; He watches Finna sniff the garment, with a raised eyebrow, but doesn't say anytihng about it. Because he's heard about this 'Multiverse' business, that there are powers out there that he probably wouldn't understand if he tried. He doesn't think about it too hard.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The 'wark!' has the black chocobo fluffing feathers, and Gaffgarion looks in that direction. &amp;quot;What in...?&amp;quot; He steps forward as the chocobo bursts in, and stops. He pauses, but when he notices the barding, approaches it. With a GYSAHL GREEN! &amp;quot;...A chocobo?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Coin? Toph shrugs. &amp;quot;I'm not too greedy. I'm mostly here to help him,&amp;quot; she states and gestures to Faruja. She's got enough money, and besides... her supervising officer is filthy stinking rich.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;There we go, formal introductions... blergh. Though when Faruja refers to her as a junior acolyte, the earthbending master gets a deadpan look on her face. Really? Slowly she lets out a sigh, a bit annoyed. She's no junior acolyte! Heck, the church stuff doesn't sit well with her either, all that fuddy duddy business and rules. But yeah, the rat is right. She nods and focuses her feet on the area. &amp;quot;I can't smell anything, but I see something.&amp;quot; See? Her eyes aren't focused on any of them, and Finna and Gaffgarion might notice that her eyes are rather pale and milky. As for Gaffgardion's comment, Toph snorts. Still, when he dismounts and walks, she does frown. Better watch it, this guy seems used to wearing armor. And Finna seems agile and quick. But she's confident that she and Faruja can handle themselves if need be.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Hmmm, it seems like there are foot steps leading off from here. Toph turns her attention slightly off toward the direction they head off in, listening intently. &amp;quot;There aren't even animals in the area,&amp;quot; she says, her tone making it clear that she finds this unnerving. What kind of forest is without life? The whisper is heard and Toph responds with a nod, even as she focuses on him, ready to act should danger befall them.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Then suddenly her eyes go wide. &amp;quot;Somebody is coming!&amp;quot; Toph calls out to the others, even as she assumes a defensive stance in front of Faruja while he's doing... well, whatever he is doing! Whatever it is, it doesn't feel like it's human. No. She knows those creatures well enough, considering she owns one herself. And when the golden chocobo comes running, she blinks and steps forward a bit. Just what is it poking at there? The blind earthbender frowns and takes a few more steps, still ready. &amp;quot;It's not a pig chicken, Goffy,&amp;quot; Toph says. &amp;quot;What's it digging for?&amp;quot; Is it something she can sense with her feet, or will it be difficult due to the rain?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya has just been hanging back the junker is clad in her leather and metal battle gear and has a large rifle over her back. She's been moving with the others and listening as they go. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Let's keep aler....&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She pauses at the Chocobo's reaction then comes Toph's warning Maya goes slient now and she's reaching for a fate card, why? She's cloaking herself from view with it making ready to to fade into the shadows now but the rain might put a damper on it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Chocobo seems particularly interested in -whatever- it is pecking at in the mud. Feathered wings flutter, neck cautiously retracts, and the bird seems to pause as Gaffgarion and Toph encroach upon its territory though. Beady eyes flit from Gaffgarion, to the offering, to Toph in turn... its body weight shifts slowly as it prepares to take a step back...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The moment the greens are within smelling range, however, the bird cautiously treads toward Gaffgarion at a measured pace, neck shifting suddenly to get a better look at his face. This leaves Toph an opening to check the muddy ground where it was pecking. If she does, she'd likely find a very lightweight leather purse.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The bird seems to eventually accept the offering.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As for Faruja's part, well, he may notice that peering into the past here is -not- quite as easy as it might ordinarily be. There is a dense concentration of corrupt spiritual energy here... likely from the fabled movements of the forests undead through the aether. But what he does get, is a brief glimpse of the moments prior to the attack. A fleeting glance of covered wagon passing through, a mighty ROAR like that of a fierce lion echoing through the jungle, and the wagon pulling to a stop as the Chocobos pulling it react -badly-. Chocobos wearing silver barding in fact...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...After, a brief flash of burning wagon cover and dead bodies scattered about the wagon... then it's gone.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Nice going, Goffy!&amp;quot; Toph grins when the mercenary manages to divert the chocobo's attention, then she kicks the ground now that the chocobo isn't pecking at the item there, and a small earthen pillar shoots the small item towards Toph's waiting hand. &amp;quot;What do we have here...&amp;quot; Why, the grubby girl doesn't think twice before she opens the pouch and examines it. &amp;quot;Some coins... one of you seeing people mind taking a look at this?&amp;quot; she asks, holding a piece of paper towards Maya.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja ponders a moment. &amp;quot;The occasional undead, more oft than not. A hardy species of wolf...various deer...birds...squirrels...the usual assortment of fauna.&amp;quot; Answers the rat from his briefing on the area, distractedly. Seems 'Clara' is now in the party. He'll leave the unspoken question of what's left to others. A nod to Toph. Their lack right now is more than a little unnerving. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The Burmecian suddenly collapses in the middle of his trance. His features are frozen in terror, a hand grasping his cross while the other crosses his chest many, many time. Prayers are all but spat out. He knows that roar. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Lord in heaven, guard the souls of the lost, that they know nay pain, nor ravaging as ye take them upon thine arms.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Deep breath. Slowly, he leans on his cane, standing as he tries to bring himself out of it. Slowly, the all-consuming terror fades. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Coming out of the trance, the rat's eye widens a moment. &amp;quot;...Well. Ye art welcome amongst us, then, Ser Gaffgarion. Speak freely as ye desire, and without fear. I care only for results this day.&amp;quot; A nod. He knows the man's reputation well. Who doesn't? But he's willing to trust in the man since the coin's likely good. He's hardly rumored after all, to be outright bloodthirsty. Hopefully the rumors are correct! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja makes a mental note to buy Toph ice cream and a day at a local spa. Sorry Toph, it's what you are, at least on paper so his superiors don't complain too much. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; And then the Burmecian is standing, and Gaffy is seeing to the chocobo. Ear perking, he lets the man answer as he keeps a sharp eye out for anything /else/. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; It's only then that he speaks. &amp;quot;...'Twas nay mortal that hath done this. A great evil hath been wrought here, mine friends, one I tremble to speak of. Guard thine souls well if we find its source. That chocobo is one of those that pulled this very cart. /Something/ frightened away the poor creature before it slaughtered the men. Fire. Faram, hath that /THING/ used them for meat?&amp;quot; Says the rat, still obviously shaken by what he's seen through his magic.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya seems to have reacted a bit too soon with the cloak, but she does take in what's happened. She watche the wagon for a moment pauses cancels the spell. She looks sheepish as she takes the paper from Toph. She takes it in her hands carefully trying to keep the elements off it as she goes to take a look at it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Sometimes the dead are never quiet...even when they wish they could be.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She's just accepted it may be a lot in life to hunt undead for her. For now she reads over the paper!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;A great evil?! .... For someone like you to say it, it must be REALLY bad...&amp;quot; Clara surmises with a shudder, and... edges a little closer to Faruja and Toph. She seems wary of Gafgarion, but curiously eyes his dealings with the Chocobo nonetheless. &amp;quot;... So... they were attacked, but definitely dragged off. Whatever was after them didn't care about the supplies, so it wasn't most bandits... to take the people, but leave the goods? No way. ... But there's no remains here either. ... E-eaten whole?! ... B-better not think about that...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;'Goffy'?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The nickname prompts him to look at Toph, with a raised eyebrow. Ultimately it doesn't bother him too much. Besides, he's been trying to get Ladd to do pretty much /exactly/ what Toph is doing. &amp;quot;Perhaps not. But a chocobo is not to be taken lightly. 'Tis always better to bring an offering and the chocobo not require it, than for the chocobo to demand one and one not have it.&amp;quot; And then suddenly Maya's disappearing! He'll have to keep an eye on her. Figuratively speaking.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;When the chocobo takes an interest in the greens, he slowly reaches up to push the visor of his helmet up, so his face can be better seen. Chocobos aren't like horses, after all--horses will want to smell one, but a chocobo is primarily a vision-oriented creature. &amp;quot;There you are, now,&amp;quot; Gaffgarion speaks up to the bird, quietly and calmly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;When the newly-arrived bird seems calmer, the black chocobo that Gaffgarion had been riding comes up to the other chocobo, examining it carefully. &amp;quot;Wark?&amp;quot; One can almost hear the upward-lilting tone at the end. It's a question. He's keeping the chocobo busy, so he can't look at the paper Toph is carrying. He also needs to keep an eye on Melody, to make sure the two chocobos aren't going to come to blows!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;To Faruja's words, Gaffgarion nods. And then, with a nonchalant tone, he replies, &amp;quot;I had intended to do so anyway, but to know I'll not have to defend myself against one of those meant to work alongside me. Thank ye, Ser. 'Twill decrease the danger of this venture tenfold.&amp;quot; Yup. Reputation as /rude ass/ definitely intact.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Who knows?&amp;quot; This to Finna. &amp;quot;If some 'great evil' made off with them, they are likely dead by now. If this 'great evil' could not do as it wished with them here, it doubtless did so upon reaching its lair.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Faruja's collapse does cause Toph alarm, it looks like. The blind girl tenses and turns. &amp;quot;Twitchy?!&amp;quot; she asks, stepping over while she's still holding the pouch and coins. The others might see the terror in his eye, but she hears the way that he's obviously freaked out. The way his heart hammers in his chest, the rapid breathing... something has really spooked him!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;So the rat knows what did this? &amp;quot;Wait, so something killed the people and the chocobos except for Goffy's friend here?&amp;quot; she asks.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And then 'Goffy' has to comment on chocobos, which makes Toph let out a groan like only a teenager can do. &amp;quot;At least it doesn't want beer...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Turning her attention back to Maya she asks, &amp;quot;Does it say anything?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Chocobo, still mouthing Greens, cranes itts neck to gaze at the encroaching Black Chocobo. Head cocks, feathers stir, and golden plumage emits a ruffling noise as the thing warily steps back. &amp;quot;-Wark-?&amp;quot; comes a reply, tone falling high to low at the tail end. There seems to be an exchange going on here. The bird draws closer to Maya as a measure of caution.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The ID card, she would find, is smudged with mud and torn... but the first part of a name can be made out, 'Boff-' in addition to text relating him to the Order of the Northern Sky's forces. Not much useful though.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As the bird draws near, it turns... eyeing the girl and the card she carries... lowering its beak to sniff. Seemingly at her...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Then, in one very fast movement, the bird attempts to snatch the card in question! If it is able to, or even if not, it may attempt to run away again... this time in the direction of that old dirt road. Apparently leaving them all behind once more...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Thief bird!&amp;quot; 'Clara' declares, amused. And a little frustrated.l That thing's fast. She could PROBABLY catch it, but not without revealing her nature, and that's not something she wants to do.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;For lack of any other clues, maybe we should follow the leader here?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya pauses for a moment as she looks at the Chocobo coming towards her, this does get her notice and she honestly wonders what that bird has seen. Either way she's going over the text and pauses. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Humm Can't make out the name Boff? However I can confirm this is related to the ORde rof the Northern Sky for what it's worth.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The card is pucked out of Maya's hands, she's not expecting the bird to jack the card. Maya stares for half a second, is it trying to get her to follow? It seems like it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;... I suggest we follow that bird!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Which is just what Maya does!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;What? Where is it going? Toph's expression turns determined, and it seems like she has the same idea as the rest of them. &amp;quot;Keep up, dunderheads!&amp;quot; And then she kicks into the ground, yanking Faruja close as she bends herself an earthen plate to stand on for her and Faruja.... and shen she earth surfs off after the fleeing chocobo!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; There's a small smile from the rat, brittle and weak towards Toph. The rat may well be trying to reassure her. &amp;quot;I...I shall be fine.&amp;quot; Mutters the rat. He stands, and discretely uses the radio. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja's already regretting giving Gaffgarion freedom to speak. At least it saves him investigations into minor Heresy. He has neough paperwork right now. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Another nod to Toph. She hit the nail on the head. To Finna, Faruja nods, wobbling a bit. &amp;quot;Follow the...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Yoink! toph hauls him to his feet. &amp;quot;Right! Chocobo!&amp;quot; Faruja swiftly casts a haste spell on the party.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Shorter answer: I did not wish my face to be its next meal,&amp;quot; Gaffgarion replies to Toph's snark, a wry tone to his voice. Patpatpat chocobo! Good widdle murderbird. He also reaches to scritch Melody behind her ears so she doesn't feel left out. Yes, chocobos totally have ears! Meanwhile he pays attention to what's going on with the leather pouch. He looks at the unnamed chocobo strangely as it nears Maya. Notably, he makes a face when 'Order of the Northern Sky' is mentioned...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And then suddenly the bird steals the ID! Gaffgarion growls, and mounts his own chocobo, giving a &amp;quot;Hyah!&amp;quot; and a tap of his heels on the bird's sides to get her moving. He stays on the ground for now, but he's chasing that runaway bird! &amp;quot;Get back here, ye daft bird! Else I fry you in oil when I catch ye!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The agile bird darts through some underbrush, vanishing momentarily, as it speeds down the muddy pathway as only a Chocobo can! These are, in fact, some of the fastest animals in Ivalice and at no time is that more apparent than now! As it runs, it flaps its stubby wings... almost as if attempting to fly... but never actually leaves the ground. In its wake, it leaves large foot prints to follow through the soggy underbrush... and if one were to look for them, one might find something else: a trail of old blood, wet from the rain, smears the ground and carves its own path through the forest... eventually branching off from the bird in the direction of a clearing. Surrounding the Chocobo foot prints, are massive impression in the soil... as though perhaps a giant waded through...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;WARK!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;One last call is made, with the Chocobo dropping its stolen card finally upon the ground as it speeds off again to... who knows where...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...One could continue chasing it now, or one could check the clearing... from which a minimum of sunlight pours in... it is in that direction which the otherwise massive footprints break off and as the leaves become less sparse it becomes apparent... that they are accompanied by booted feet... walking no less.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;For now it seems like Toph is more intent on chasing the chocobo, as it is going somewhere, unlike the clearing! And while she drives the stone plate on, she keeps a grip on Faruja too to make sure the rat doesn't fall off! &amp;quot;I doubt it will listen to you, Goffy! Maybe it will lead us somewhere interesting!&amp;quot; she yells.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Clara dashes along at tremendous speed, rather like an olympic athlete - seemingly without really trying too much. She breezes along with the group, only just SLIGHTLY ahead... and comes skidding to a halt at the sudden scent of blood. &amp;quot;Hold on a moment, I just saw some blood!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Gaffgarion stops too, as he hears Clara call out about the blood. They're looking for bodies, after all--at least, he's pretty sure that's what they're looking for--and blood is directly connected to that. He pulls his chocobo to go to where he heard Clara's voice from, and asks, &amp;quot;Where?&amp;quot; The others can chase the bird for a while.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya finds out just how agile Chocobos are as she hounds after it, is this what it's like for Runner when he spots a cat? Well with less beam weapons after another thought. She does however spot the trail and move to follow it, she looks at the blood, grimacing as she start to check out the clearing she keep an idea of where the bird went however. She does take a moment to form a sphere of magical energy to light her efforts to search.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Thank Faram for Toph and her earth disc. Faruja hangs on tight, trusting Toph to keep him from losing several layers of fur and flesh. Even the rodent can spy the blood, and so the Burmecian nods as Finna speaks. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Mayhaps the lost soldiers! The bird is secondary.&amp;quot; They now, after all, have a tracker. The rat will only leap off, of course, if Toph stops.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;If one followed the bird, they'd likely find that it and the blood trail lead to rughly the same place. But while the blood trail, accompanied by gargantuan imprints, leads out into a grassy plain toward a hill... the Bird itself seems to be tearing across the grassy wilderness aimlessly. Perhaps it REALLY was attempting only to escape from them.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;About halfway out into the clearing, something strange happens... those massive imprints give way to another pair of booted feet. Suddenly there appear to have been three persons making for the clearing, and down the long, rolling, green hill which leads to a marshy lowland.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...In the dead center of those lowlands, isolated on an island of earth, stands a dark granite structure... bearing crosses, semblances of angels, ... and a thick iron gate barring its entrance. It has the look of a mausoleum, and behind the iron gate there comes a barely visible light against its inner walls... likely torches.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...To get there, however, one would not only have to cross that swamp but... somehow deal with the wandering monstrosity in its waters: a Black Marlboro. A very large, multi-tentacled, creature with many eyes and a mouth large enough to swallow a man full of razor sharp teeth...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The blind earthbender has no problems slowing down for Faruja when he tells her to, though she does snort. &amp;quot;I can follow the birt just in case,&amp;quot; she says as she lets Faruja off the earthen plate, then she kicks off again and chases after the chocobo. It doesn't hurt to split up, now does it? Even if the bird does annoy her!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The blind earthbender chases after the chocobo, cussing under her breath as it heads this way and that. Though Toph keeps it up as best as she can, at least until she gets close enough to the lowlands and the marshes, frowning. The water here makes it tough to 'see', so she slows down, letting the earthen plate recede into the ground. And as the others draw near after following the blood trail, Toph heads over towards them. &amp;quot;It's hard to see here... what's going on?&amp;quot; It's not fun to admit that she can't handle this... but then again, if they /are/ chasing a monster and finding a horrific killer beast, then it would be stupid to head straight into this blindly. Literally.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Clara has chosen to follow the blood. Better something proven than a skittish beast with no real sense of direction, right? She proves to be an apt tracker, eyes missing little. Every disturbed plant and misplaced undergrowth... well, it's not hard to follow blood and massive footprints, either.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But she &amp;quot;... Hooo whoah...&amp;quot; Upon encountering the Mausoleum she eyes anyone who's come this same way too... and notices the Marlboro.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;... Who wants to bet that's the thing that got 'em? ... No, I don't think so. No claws... now, better question. WHO built something like that out in the middle of NOWHERE? And WHY?&amp;quot; She jabs a thumb at the faraway mausoleum. &amp;quot;... They warned against getting too near it, but looks like we'll have to ignore that warning...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Mayhaps a number of our soldiers lived after all.&amp;quot; Footprints. Perhaps some fled? He can't deny them doing so. It's likely the /smart/ option. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A glance to the mausoleum. Faruja turns to his companions. Clara in particular, given she's the tracker. &amp;quot;Shall we? Mayhaps, between us all, we may deal with the...fauna.&amp;quot; Faruja squints at the occasional movement off in the distance. A marlboro. Not something he /wants/ to fight, but duty compells him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; But he'll hardly deny Toph. &amp;quot;Swamplands, boot tracks, and yonder mausoleum. Mayhaps the survivors fled there...if the local animals hath not devoured them. The creature within is known as a Marlboro. Beware the creature's breath. 'Tis most toxic! Mayhaps ye can disable the beast, Toph?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Finna proves herself more than competent. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Nay doubt to house the dead of some old community long perished.&amp;quot; There's a bit of a growl in te rat's words. A place of the dead like this, in theory, is holy. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I wouldst ready thine bow. Marlboro art quite carnivorous.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;As the rat explains the area ahead of them, Toph frowns and crosses her arms over her chest, her pale unseeing eyes narrowing. &amp;quot;I can get us into the mausoleum easily enough,&amp;quot; she says, then sighs. &amp;quot;I have no clue what a marlwhatever is, though. Might be easier to fight it if we can draw it out of the swamplands...&amp;quot; Here she leans closer to murmur next to Faruja and Maya's ears. &amp;quot;All the damn water interferes with my sight...&amp;quot; Not like she would admit that to people she doesn't know, after all! Finna and 'Goffy' might be okay, but she's not going to be stupid enough to trust them off the bat like that!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The soldier that had put up the pay for this job did say something about a mausoleum, didn't he? However, Gaffgarion pulls his chocobo to a DEAD stop, pardon the pun, when he catches a glimpse of the Malboro. That foul thing is in the way to the mausoleum, too. Blast! Just his luck! &amp;quot;Codso!&amp;quot; Gaffgarion growls, past bared teeth. &amp;quot;Fie and fie again! Filthy, misbegotten beasts! God's teeth, 'twould be my luck to run across a loathsome Malboro here.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Yeah, that about says how he feels about the situation. To think, with a mouth like that and he travels with a young boy. The things that poor boy must be picking up from Gaffgarion.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Toph's question, and Faruja's answer, gets him to add, reasonably calmly, &amp;quot;Malboros? A plague sore on the arse of the world, the lot of them. They can afflict a man with every sickness known. And very likely several not known. Foul things. I have always avoided them whenever possible. But...&amp;quot; He pauses, to dismount from his chocobo. He's probably going to need her here, and she can't do her thing if he's on her back. &amp;quot;I suppose there is little choice in the matter.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; As Gaffgarion curses, Faruja's twitching brow may very well shake the multiverse itself by how /hard/ he twitches. Or merely show how much the man's offended the rodent's fuddy-duddy sensibilities. There's the choking sound from the priestly rat. Why, Faram, why?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Gaffgarion's exclamation does make Toph arch an eyebrow where she stands. &amp;quot;You kiss your mother with that mouth?&amp;quot; Somehow, she doesn't look too impressed nor shocked by the language. Then again, a girl who spent her time around crude earthbending professional fighters has heard far worse language.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;What's more telling is the fact that the people here seem to dislike the Marlboro, meaning that the creature is serious bad news.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya pauses at Toph and nods once to her, she ponders bout otherways to deal with it, she has no idea about the sotories and she looks to Goffy for a moment. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;This is likely going to need to end in fire.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Maya keeps her voice low as she reches for her fate cards to get ready.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Marshes indeed. The worst part about Marlboros and marshes though? Despite their apparent great heft, the damnable things can -glide- across water's surface with nary any effort (OOC: Marlboro's in FFT have innate water walking, fun fact.). Thus not only does this marsh fail to slow the damn things down, but they seem to move even more quickly than on land!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;This should become readily apparent as the thing, writhing like the eldritch horror it is, slides across the surface of the marsh toward... of all people... Toph Beifong. Apparently, it either heard the Chocobo squawking, her shouting, or it smelled her... regardless, her choice to follow the bird has put her in a rather precarious situation indeed...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...She would get her first LITERAL whiff of why people HATE Marlboro's with a passion once it has gotten within ten feet of her. It's breath reeks like a combination of corpses, sweaty socks, and $#679!! and, as it opens its gaping maw to snarl at her with serrated teeth bared, it just gets more intense. Accompanying that fowl smell comes a series of gut wrenching, wet, sloshing noises as its nasty tentacles flail about at the air... dripping -poison- all the while.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Fortunately, since the Marlboro has acquired a taste for Earthbender, this leaves its backside exposed... should her companions have the wherewithal to take advantage...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; No one touches the Greatest Earthbender on Faruja's watch. Not without copious amounts of fire. Noting that some of these heretical knaves can float on water, he raises his Blaze Gun. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja might be a knight, but so far as he's concerned, animals don't deserve chivalry. Aiming for the back, Faruja pulls the trigger, and the smell of incense and holy water mixes with the scent of flame as he simply tries to set the create aflame! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Touch not the girl! Fie upon ye vile animal! AWAY, MONSTER, AWAY LEST YE BE DEVOURED BY THE LORD'S CLEANSING FLAME!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;When Toph first joined the Union, she was concerned about fighting flying opponents once she learned that several opponents might be able to catch her by surprise that way.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Never did she imagine she would encounter a horrible beast that would /glide/ across the water. So she doesn't see the Marlboro coming. But she sure as hell smells it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The stench hits her like a ton of bricks, and Toph goes pale, startled looking quite ill. Legs are shaky as she stumbles, grasping a hand at her mouth as she feels like vomiting, weakness overcoming her as she falls to her knees, her arms and legs quivering as she heaves for breath. The world spins, vertigo overtaking her senses.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Is that Faruja talking? Right now she can't make sense of it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Gaffgarion is absolutely not above letting another person in the party take damage for him. Especially a Malboro. ESPECIALLY when this opens it up to an attack from behind. As such he makes absolutely no move to assist Toph. Or even to call out a warning to her. As mentioned, Gaffgarion is kind of an ass. However, even if he doesn't distract it, he takes the opportunity to attack it. For the time being, he is going to remain at distance, though. He's no mage, but they don't like fire, so...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A hand is raised before him, held in a clawed posture. &amp;quot;Out of the ground, raze all greenery with flame!&amp;quot; And then he clenches his hand into a fist, the channeled magic erupting in a fiery whorl around the Malboro. Once this is done, he whistles to Melody, directing the bird near Toph. He may be an ass, after all, but he recognizes that the more people fighting the Malboro, the better. So he's not going to let her get /too/ injured. One Choco Esuna, coming up!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Clara has the desire to take advantage, alright. Once she sees the creature has committed itself towards Toph, she draws her bow and - FWOOOOOSH!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Well, nobody said you couldn't be a 'quick draw' with a bow, but how do you explain THIS?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The arrow SKIMS across the swamp water, glances against an outcropping of rock, and angles SLIGHTLY up, aimed INEXORABLY at the Marlboro's... well... what serves for its derriere.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya sees ahe's got a chance to deal with this thing in fire. She's not going to fool around, her magic keep allies safe after all. That's when the amount of magic Maya has at her call becomes very much more clear to those not aware of it. There's a swell of power as she pulls one card from her dec it bursts into a blue flame and hovers above maya followed by one that does so save it's green flames. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Maya chants something in a lanuag only a few on her world still know and the last part of it ends with what's clearly a name. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Ouroboros!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Maya seems to fade away and massive stone pillars seem to rise out of the swamp followed by a massive culdron full of magma, and then something rises up and out of the couldron three almost snake like creature which turn thier attention to the Marlboro and start spraying what seems to be Magma upon it, maya said fire and she seems to have brought it!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;A hailstorm of burning and pain is visited upon the Marlboro's flank and, perhaps, just as Toph might have been suffocating under all of that VILE stench... the creature turns away... and emits an otherwordly roar that is somehow both beastial and as wet and nasty-sounding as its every movement! It's a gargling noise that almost sounds like it were choking on its own viscous phlegm, but it doesn't seem to actually be doing so.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The many tentacle'd beast now turns all of its RAGE upon those on the ground nearby... gliding across the water's surface toward the land while -spitting- viscous poisonous globs of goo that smell every bit as nasty as they look!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Whether that actually does anything or not - it quickly zeroes in on the nearest person and begins to flail its long tendrils like whips through the air - attempting to either ensnare or savage Gaffgarion if he isn't fleet enough of foot!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;As the black chocobo makes its way towards her and works its magic, it does seem like the earthbender is confused, but faring better. Perhaps it's the esuna spell, maybe partially thanks to her stubborness, but the blind girl grits her teeth together even as she tries to ignore the horrible stench... which is far easier when it turns around. And while she isn't feeling all that well yet, Toph digs her fingers into the ground.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;All before she slams her fist down, and a series of sharp, thin spikes shoot out at the Marlboro from the side. Just give her a second to get to her feet and unleash some hurt on that beast!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja finds out firsthand how horrid Marlboros can be. Too worried about Toph, he gets hit right in the chest by a poison glob. His armor saves his life, but he's still wretching and looking quite literally green. Heartbeat far too quick, he gazes upon Maya suddenly. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Maya? Ye art a Summoner?&amp;quot; is the rat's feverish words, before he nods. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja incants, and joining Maya's fire, is the head of a massive lizard breaking from the earth. Salamander douses the creature in purging fire before swiftly dissappearing. Even an esper doesn't want to smell that thing's breath. Yuck!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya fades back in as the summon fades back from which it came, it can't stay long without Maya's aid and she knows not to hold them here too long. She pause as the spell ends and she looks to Faruja for a moment. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Yes.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She does not reply as she's got all sorts of horrible goup coming her way. She drops and rolls trying to keep away from the thing as her previous work is joined by Faruja.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Whew... it's one big ball of bad EVERYTHING!&amp;quot; Clara declares worriedly, backstepping. That is genuinely NASTY STUFF the Marlboro's whirling out. &amp;quot;Look out, guy!&amp;quot; She calls out Goffard's way, not really knowing Gafgarion's name. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She'd probably be more worried about Toph if Faruja didn't seem to have that stuff in hand for now.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But when MAGIC starts flying around, Clara executes a few backflips onto a low-hanging branch and draws another arrow. &amp;quot;Right then! Maybe you should try this instead!&amp;quot; Clara's movements become a blur as she nimbly grabs several arrows and manages to fire them off in quick succession - practically one per second. A total of seven arrows fly at the Marlboro now! But they don't do any fancy tricks...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Gaffgarion remembers to put the visor of his helm down as 'Clara' calls out, but it doesn't save him from getting TENTACLE WHIPPED! In the face, and in the side. He's not quite fast enough, unfortuantely. The thing's extremely strong, that much is clear enough when it the smack to the face throws him to the opposite side as he's hit. Sploosh. Swampwater is nasty, by the way. Gaffgarion stands sputtering, and in an even /more/ ill humor thanks to the fact that his armor is now full of said swampwater. Ladd is going to have a not-enviable job once all this is over...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Still, with Toph holding it in place and Faruja burning the hell out of it with Salamander, it leaves an open spot for Gaffgarion to attack. He raises his sword to chest level, holding the handle with both hands for a moment, the tip of the blade pointed skyward. A bloody red energy begins to gather around the blade. His eyes seem to take on a similar reddish hue, but that might be just a trick of the light. His voice is a growl as he speaks, &amp;quot;Master of all swords, cut energy!&amp;quot; Then he raises the sword over his head and points it at the Malboro.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The area almost seems to darken, and a bestial, demonic growl sounds up from the earth. A closed eye appears in the sky over the Malboro, drawn in dark red energy. It opens, and from it, like bloody tears falling, crimson energy falls. Then with a SNAP, the energy forms into a blade that stabs up, into the eye above it. Then all fades.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The angry Marlboro is made yet moreso by Toph's retaliation, the spikes of earth that jut out from beneath and pierce the beast... severing several of its tentacles as well. The snake-like, slimy, appendags writhe on the ground feverishly... the amber eyes at their tips roll without purposeful direction in the throes of death. Not merely that, but those spikes seem to have rooted it to the ground in a way... preventing it from continuing to take its rage out upon Gaffgarion!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Another sickeningly wet, nasty, bestial roar escapes the creature as it fights to escape its makeshift earth prison - even as the combined efforts of Maya and Faruja see its backside being BURNED with furious flames rivaling the heat potential of literal hell fire! As if that weren't bad enough... Gaffgarion's dark energy attack erupts from the ground and appears to literally bisect the creature, but as its ghostly form dies it is apparent that all it did was stop its writhing.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...And suddenly the eldritch horror pitches... falling forward and shearing off more of its body parts on Toph's rocks as it does so. When it hits the ground, vile smelling black fluid pools out from its body onto the ground: an ENORMOUS mass of poison liquid that quickly drains into the marsh...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...In the distance, the iron gate of the mausoleum opens...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...A figure dressed in flowing, evergreen and violet, robes strides up to its entrance and stares out for a few moments. Whether they're spotted or not, they then turn and dart off into the dimly lit stone interior once more...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Luckily it seems the thing was too big to miss, and Toph lets out a sigh of relief even as she gets to her feet. Despite the paleness to her face, she stubbornly stands her ground, twisting her hands to ensure that the earth spikes keeps the damn thing rooted while the others assault it. Somehow, she imagines fire is far more effective against the damn thing.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;When it finally falls though, Toph makes a grimace. &amp;quot;Ugh... more of that stench...?&amp;quot; she laments, her face looking slightly green. Right now she can't see just what is going on with the mausoleum, and she leans forward, resting her hands on her knees. &amp;quot;... you guys were right. Those things /suck/!&amp;quot; Fucking nasty Marlboros!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Pardon her, she still looks like she wants to go lie down. &amp;quot;You guys handle the rest, I... I'm just gonna go rest here until I feel better,&amp;quot; she says, pressing a hand to her mouth again before she miserably waddles over to a rock and flops down, leaning beack against it and closing her eyes. Let the others check out the damn mausoleum for now.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja digs into his belongings, and quaffs an antidote far too rapidly to the point of nearly choking. Between their combined efforts, the little wretch dies! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Faram curse the damnable abominations.&amp;quot; Mutters the rat. Yup, someone officially hates marlboros. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then, he spies a figure in the distance. Frown. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Shall we? Methinks we art not alone.&amp;quot; A glance to his fellows! Is everyone alright? &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He's not about to leave poor Toph utterly alone, however. Summoning up one of the Lamia Sisters, the poor Earthbender has a blanket, pillow, and antidote to keep her comfy and not-poisoned. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then, after a float spell, he's off towards the mausoleum.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Ugh!&amp;quot; This from Gaffgarion as the creature pitches into the march and spreads that poison everywhere. He is quick to avoid the spreading pool of filth, too. That's just NASTY. In fact, he whistles for Melody and gets on the bird again, to make absolutely certain he's not going to get that stuff on him. Ew.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;However, the opening of the mausoleum gets his attention. He looks up, watches the figure dart away. &amp;quot;Quickly. Before the door is closed again.&amp;quot; And then he's heading for the mausoleum, on Melody's back. He won't be able to ride through the door, he knows, and he'll quickly dismount once he reaches it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finna's now VERY GRATEFUl for her perch in a nearby tree, as she escapes most of the noxious fumes that drift away from the Marlboro's remains. &amp;quot;... ewwww.&amp;quot; Whsat she does get a whiff of is bad enough though. She hops down after Faruja though... and spares Toph a few words. &amp;quot;It's not really that safe here... but we can't just stop either. Unless you really think you can handle yourself... turn back to town. I don't wanna drag home any corpses.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Then, she... starts backing up, beeeends down FAAAAR forward... and takes a RUNNING LEAP after Faruja. AAAAALMOST sort of gliding... but she's keeping above most of the marshwaters.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And if she has to drop down to SKIP along the gunk once or twice, oh well, Faruja's cheating worse!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya Sees the creature go down, she sees the horribole thing goes down, she watches the thing burna nd is thankful that it's finally down. She watches however to be sure the thing is down and out finally. She looks for a moment out at the rest of the landscape and makes a face. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...I did not need to know things like that thing existed...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Heading into the Mausoleum, the party would find themselves walking ino a literal stone maze cloaked in densest shadow. Only the light of torches here is of any avail, as far as seeing goes, but oddly... they only seem to be lit down certain hallways - including the one directly across from them. Stepping foot into this place, and glancing around, wold show this interior is VERY old. In fact, much of it has near completely grown over with spider webs or cob webs... and there's layers upon layers of dust over everything. Thus far, though, the interior appears to be just a simple burial ground... with stone coffin almost literally wall-to-wall. Suspended over each and every coffin are statuettes of angels, bearing crosses, likely intended to guard the souls of the dead.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;But as one gets further down the hallways... the echo of voices can be heard in the distance... almost unintelligible. And it doesn't seem to get any better as the echoes get stronger, at a certain disance it becomes apparent the almost certainly human voices are chanting in what is possibly a dead language.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;At the very end of a series of winding corridors, all well lit by torches, there is a massive chamber. Before it, there apparently -was- a massive boulder blocking it off... that has apparently been pushed aside. Inside that chamber, corpses are arranged about... all lying on the floor of the chamber. They lie at the feet of a group of three persons, two in hooded evergreen robes and a third wearing violet robes layered over gleaming gold steel... a large man... bearing a deep blue stone. He's holding it out in the air toward a singular standing coffin, this one made of black stone and apparently baring inactive magical runes carved into its surface.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Finally, there's a bit of regular Ivalician tongue, as both runes and stone glow blue in tandem, &amp;quot;...Rise... return to this mortal coil once more, Darkening Cloud, herald of Chaos and Waste...!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Clara's near gliding gets the rat's attention. He raises a brow. Is she some sort of time mage? Oddly, he doesn't feel any magic he recognizes. How strange! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Still, there's no time to ponder it. Gaffy's right, there's a mausoleum to see to! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;The good Sister shall see her safely home.&amp;quot; Or, at least, to the Union. Toph would hunt him to the ends of the Multiverse if he took her /home/! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Down into the Creepy Mausoleum they go, Faruja fingering his cross. But what he sees upon entering the antechamber has him pausing. Horror overtakes him. He knows well what that stone is, or at least, he has a damn good idea. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Fury rises up, pure and utter hatred and Judgement rising. Far away in Mullonde, the Cancer Stone glows. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Die for thine crimes, vile Heretics!&amp;quot; With that, the ratling summons the great Esper Bahamut, the large creature contemptuously spitting a ball of nuclear fire upon the men near the coffin. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;KILL THEM ALL!&amp;quot; Screams the Inquisitor.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Mausoleum? More like a dungeon. Gaffgarion sneers with distaste as he pushes a cobweb aside to avoid it getting in his face. On the other hand, Melody warks softly and plucks a large spider from a web, eating it. Gaffgarion gives her a look, but says nothing. Oh well. One less bug he has to worry about getting in his armor, he supposes.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He gives not one whit of care for the crosses, and barely gives them a first look, much less a second. Gaffgarion is not a religious man. And then? They reach the chamber where this weird ritual is taking place. Sadly, it looks like Gaffgarion was right--there are corpses strewn all about the place. Looks like they murdered the caravan for whatever twisted ceremony they're holding down here.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And then Faruja goes all righteous religious fury on the cultists. Gaffgarion stays back for the time being. He is /not/ going in there while Bahamut's raging around! However, he does draw his sword, and will move in after the Eidolon disappears. If there's anything left after Bahamut nukes everything, it's liable to get hacked with a longsword or bashed with a shield.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Someone came here recently, else the torches wouldn't be lit.&amp;quot; Clara points out the obvious, her tone somewhat interested. Perhaps she can smell the reward at the end of this journey? ... That would be great, because otherwise the mausoleum smells awful. Dank, and musty...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And then there's voices... the moment she hears chanting however, her face twists about into an expression of utter distaste and loathing. Perhaps she has some thoughts of waht's going on that the typical commoner wouldn't...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;... Of course, they didn't take them for their possessions... they just want their lives...!&amp;quot; She hisses under her breath... &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She HURRIES down that chamber, and there her fears are proven. &amp;quot;... Demon summoning!&amp;quot; The mercenary snarls.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya is following with the rest now as they head in. She's quiet now she's not sure what to think other than she's been places like this before. She does not move to bother the dead however she hears sojmething and that...gets her on alert. Oh this could be bad, this could be very bad. She's moving to fall into support mode for the party. Ya this is how it goes with heratics. You'd never know it but Maya has got as hardline as Faruja on some relgious issues.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The summoning of Bahamut, suddenly, draws the attention of the two men in evergreen robes flanking the stone-wielder. One of them draws a sword, the other... a leather-bound tome? But that much larger figure, doesn't even so much as turn... continuing to hold the stone level with the coffin's face as magical runes glow ever more brightly. Bahamut's purifying breath ROARS through the chamber, flooding it with magical energy that completely consumes the three in question! Not merely so, but it also appears to obliterate a large portion of the floor as well as turning a raised dais at the room center to mere particles...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...at the tail end of it all, one of them lies dead against the blackened back wall... slumped and burned nearly beyond recognition. The other two? Apparently shielded by a magical shell, barely visible as tinge of blue upon the chamber air around them. They are -unscathed-. The tome the evergreen knight carries seems to burn with black magical energy, as well as the hand that holds it. Momentarily, through the ethereal black flames, that 'hand' looks less like a hand and more like some manner of leathery, beastial, claw! But as the flames die, and the veil of magical energy drops, it regains its human appearance.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Laughter erupts from the center figure, no doubt a familiar voice to Faruja by now... though he's surely never heard a laugh so hearty from this man before.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Hahaha... your righteous fury is truly worthy of a Condemner...!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The tome wielder rushes to cut a potentially charging Gaffgarion off, and draws a saber of his own. His free hand is raised, gauntlet crackling with magical sparks just moments before a surge of magical energy travels up his arms and a concentrated blast of energy rips through the room between them! It's mostly concussive, this particular spell, but if it hits it will likely singe armor and maybe burn some of those lovely moustache hairs off...?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The large, greying, man in the center turns and affords the gathered lot a bit of an ingenuine smile... a scar runs from his eye to cheekbone... and his left hand appears to be dressed in cloth beneath the gauntlet as he gives a lazy wave. The man's leather face and graying mane give an indication of experience that, coupled with his muscular frame, endows him with the aura of an esteem soldier. It would not be an unfamiliar face to anyone with knowledge of this region's Church. &amp;quot;...such potent fury has the potential for so much more... 'tis truly wasted on the High Confessor's petty purposes...&amp;quot; The man's grey eyes alight with something like amusement, as the coffin lid behind begins to slide sideways seemingly on its own...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...and out walks a woman, nearly naked except for conveinantly draped burial cloth. Her hair rolls in waves of ebony, her eyes are the color of blood. She rolls her neck quietly, uttering not a single word.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Yes, it's a shame...&amp;quot; Folmarv adds, turning to glance over his shoulder at their new companion. &amp;quot;...Loffrey, let us away... we have Alessia now... let us leave these fools to the grieving.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...And then? With a flash of brilliant light... they're gone...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Gaffgarion wasn't expecting there to be much left, so he didn't bring his shield up in front of him. He realizes this is a mistake, but the realization comes too late as the spell is flung at him. The force of the spell striking his armored chest forces a loud grunt of pain from him, and he's flung into a wall, hitting it with a hard /crack/.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He slides down the wall as if dropped there in an unceremonious heap. Singed and dazed, and with his moustache sticking out every which way, Gaffgarion does not rise immediately from where he has been thrown. Right now his concentration is on trying to remember how to breathe. That knocked the wind out of him something fierce.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It's not until the three disappear that Gaffgarion can manage to speak. &amp;quot;That!&amp;quot; he proclaims breathily, raising his free hand. &amp;quot;Was /not/ in the contract!&amp;quot; The emphasizes the word 'not' by pointing skyward.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;...&amp;quot; There's a righteous fury on Clara's face that doesn't seem fitting for someone who's apparently a mercenary. Maybe a thief... well, definitely 'rogue' of some kind. The ENTIRE escapade of sorcerous summoning (odd as it is by her standards) and shielding by the leader of this bloody affair leaves her stunned and shakey, unwilling to advance. But...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Creatures of Darkness... you will be hunted!&amp;quot; She breaks free of the terror just in time to--&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;To watch Folmarv teleport off. Her sudden rush takes her through empty air and skidding across the ground. &amp;quot;... Gods... demon summoning. Even out here...! ... Why couldn't it have been beasts or monsters... but, no, demons... now this is REALLY serious!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Serious? Likely.&amp;quot; Gaffgarion's getting his second wind now, and stands, with a grimace. Blast... he's going to feel that one for a while. He supports himself on his sword for a moment, steadying himself. Melody ambles over, now that the danger is past, and flaps her wings in what looks like a dance. But the feathers seem to emit some kind of energy, and this healing energy soaks into both Gaffgarion and herself.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Good girl,&amp;quot; the knight says, reaching up to sritch the chocobo again, much to her delight. Then he looks to Finna. &amp;quot;Whatever it is, 'tis nothing to do with me. My contract ended with discovering the fate of the lost soldiers. I have done that.&amp;quot; Not alone, of course, but it's done. &amp;quot;The wagon would be helpful for transporting the dead. Assistance in loading them would be appreciated.&amp;quot; He's not going to expect it though.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finally noticing the kind of blow Gaffgarion just took, Clara winces. &amp;quot;Even with all that armor, you must've felt THAT one... old man, do I look strong enough to hoist a bunch of dead weight around?&amp;quot; She asks, incredulous... &amp;quot;Well... it's only proper that they be returned to their families... yeah, I'll help. But let's hope the Inquisitor can lend some extra muscle...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Aaaand... with these folk on the loose? I'd expect ANOTHER opportunity!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; He'd always suspected. He'd had his doubts, his curiousities, and even something akin to proof all but shoved into his soul. But seeing the face is enough to shake him to his core. The Faram-damned Heretic was right all along. Part of him still wants to deny the horrid crime before him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...But...why?&amp;quot; Mutters the rat, only then realizing he's been on his knees, wide-eyed. His entire body trembles. Folmarv Tengille is a Heretic, traitor, and if that hand was any clue? A Daemon. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja passes out, not even able to formulate a response to Gaffgarion or Finna. In his dreams, he's beset by darkness, and a gaping feline maw alike.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Snow Tracks</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;BrightEyes52: Created page with &amp;quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/07/23 |Location=Ivalice |Synopsis=A right crazy bugger has been wandering the Felmarian Highlands night and day, asking after Dragons only to ...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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|Date of Scene=2014/07/23&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=A right crazy bugger has been wandering the Felmarian Highlands night and day, asking after Dragons only to disappear as quick as he came! We thought t'was bad enough he was always wanderin' around outside the house aimlessly like a blind Chocobo huntin' fer seeds in the snow! But now, he's gone and wandered off somewhere else and we're afraid he might have been chasing fairies into the mines! It's a meager sum, but we'll pay ye to find 'em alive, okay?! That damnable place is full o' things far worse than Dragons &amp;lt;Location: Mining Town of Gollund, Free Mission.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|Cast of Characters=19, 129, 236, 307, 495, 513&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Mining Town, Gollund, -&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It's mid-day and the sun is high over this small town south of the Royal Capitol; a sprawling municipality that serves the profitable interests of the Royal Family - through the employment of its vast underground coal mines - and the interests of her people. Despite being a relatively small urban sprawl, this area is one of the most wealthy and opportunity ripe areas left in Ivalice.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It isn't the most comfortable of places to live, however, being that it seems particularly predisposed to extremely cold weather. In fact, the entire town is presently blanketed in nearly three feet of snow... with more being carried in on frigid, westward blowing, winds... and it doesn't look like it's about to stop coming in any time soon!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;People seem to be coming and going rather busily, milling about the town square and its connecting streets, and tending to their daily chores or paid occupations at this time. There's wives hanging out clothes, often suspended above fires for the drying, kids playing in the snow, shopkeeps hawking their wares and... miners in ragged cloth and coveralls tending to the Colliery on the northern edge of town. Some of them with rather sizeable wheelbarrows full of coal...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;OOC Note: To recap, your mission was to find a missing man. There was concerns he may have disappeared into the Mines (Colliery). How you choose to handle this is up to you. If you need advice, ask, though I encourage exploration.&amp;amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Slinking through the snow, seeming to be quite at home in it, mostly because of his thick coat of fur in his current form, a snow leopard. Though the folks here in Ivalice never seem to know what he is, other than a 'coeurl' but that is alright, no one has really tried to injure him, maybe it is because he lacks those longer whiskers and the lightning that the actual creature has? Well, whichever.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He's decided that the town might be a good place to start anyway, so he slinks through the streets, glancing around, maybe he can hear someone talking about the missing miner, though he is feeling a bit mischevious, but actually in good spirits compared to last time he was in Invalice. He's still limping a little on a back leg from a battle, but his other wounds had been patched and tended to.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He stops when he gets close to a miner and sits, looking up at the person and purrs quietly, &amp;quot;Excuse me sir, do you know of a missing miner? Any rumors?&amp;quot; he swishes his tail across the ground.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;Anyone else investigating this mine?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Find a missing person. Seems simple enough. She's had to do this more than once in recent times. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Unfortunately, most of the time those people were found dead. Or worse. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Ever the optimist, however, the novice Templar hopes to accomplish a more satisfying ending this time, thanks to the environment not being /saturated with evil/. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She thinks while absently shifting in her jacket. She hasn't really checked yet. Thankfully, her uniform keeps the worst of the cold off, but she's still a little chilly... Nevertheless, Riva walks down the street of Gollund Mining Town in her Templar uniform, with a blade and a pair of machine pistols at her sides. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She checks her phone wtith the documentation of the missing persons report. &amp;quot;Wandering male, unknown name or description, suspected location mines. Check.&amp;quot; She looks around, blinking, and thinks for a moment, her eyes straying to the men carting coal. Her eyes brighten. Coal comes from mines, right? She walks down the street, heading towards the mine, and the source of that coal...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Riva Banari says, &amp;quot;Oh! Um, hi! I'm Riva. Nice to meet you all! We're all working on this together, I suppose. Can anyone try to get us a description. Maya and I will begin looking for signs of the missing person at the mines, and you can follow as soon as you have any of the information you believe you'll need.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Towns! Investigation! Also snow! Auron's bundled up warmly now, though with a scarf instead of that collar. He is wearing his shades, to dampen the glare from the sun off the snow. Since he usually wears a big heavy red coat anyway, he's fine for warmth.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Now, how's he going to figure this out? Talk to people! He begins with the merchants. If they're out on a regular basis, they'll have at least heard of the man. Maybe they know if any of the man's relatives or friends live near here? Anyone that the man might have been in contact with very recently.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He's trying to stay out of the way of others here, as he doesn't want to interfere with their efforts. Their differing methods of investigation might yield more information than his.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Auron says, &amp;quot;I'm speaking to the merchants now. I hope one of them can point me to a friend of this man's.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya does not like the cold like this. She can handle cold but not winter, she doe snot like winter at all. She's wearing a cloak of some sort which covers her body, a hood pulled up over her head and even a thing of cloth over her lower face. The strange rifle she has however is across her back, though it's been wrapped in cloth to likely help protect it from the cold. She wondered where the missing man might be? Riva would find the cloaked woman coming behind her and taking a look at her. She's got the idea to check out the mines too. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Hey, Riva right? I'm Maya, and humm checking out the mines is a good idea though given this place there could be things lurking in there. It's best to not go alone, right?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The only bit of Mayas face that Riva could see at the moment would be bangs of dark metallic blue hair, green eyes and the upper part of her face, which does have what seems to be some tattoos on her cheeks but those continue down under her scarf.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Maya says, &amp;quot;Seems Riva and I have the idea to do the same&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;Ah, Maya good to hear you. Yeah, I am trying to ask a miner I found if he knows anything.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Auron says, &amp;quot;I'll see if I can get one of the merchants to describe him.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Auron pause. &amp;quot;Oh yes. My name is Auron.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;Sure.. I'm Allyn. Will see what I can find out.. and good to work with you again Auron.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Auron says, &amp;quot;You as well, Allyn.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Quite unusual for the area, one of nature's creatures has come into the city at an odd hour and... is currently occupied playing with some of the kids who don't know any better and are too excited to see the fluffy, playful Snow Fox. But mounds of snow are being thrown around, there's a lot of chasing going on... what rules are at play? Who's winning? Like Calvinball, it's hard to say, but there's lots of laughter going around.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Until some nearby conversation about a missing miner reaches the creature's ears, after all. That sobers the playful creature - enough that it ends up TACKLESQUEEZED by a girl in thick furry clothing! Squeezed a little too tight.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;With a squawk the Snow Fox wriggles free, then darts through the snow, away for now...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The miner Allyn addresses, a short and stalky male wearing a tattered blue hat, turns slightly from inspecting the contents of a wheel barrow - a large pile of filthy, black, coal in fact - to look in the direction the voice came from. He looks confused, momentarily... his brows knitting themselves neatly together... before he looks down.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His face pales the color of the snow blanketing the ground... &amp;quot;C...C...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...C-Cat? A... talkin'... cat? ...You ain't a monster is you?&amp;quot; He leans in, slightly... one eye squinting as his face takes on an incredulous appearance. Apparently this one's been breathing sulfur a little too long... &amp;quot;...Nope. No missing miners 'round here...&amp;quot; He removes his cap, scratching his semi-balding head, &amp;quot;...That I know of.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva would get far toward going for the Colliery, seeing as most of the working hands are distracted at present, ... but the moment she gets a little -too- close to the Colliery, she'd hear a voice call out, &amp;quot;...'ey, girl!&amp;quot; And if she looked, directly to her right, she'd notice a man dressed head-to-toe in white cloth stained gray with dull gray steel worn beneath. A tall, green-eyed, blonde soldier with a scrutinizing stare, he points in her directions, &amp;quot;...Village is back that way. The coal mines aren't open to civilians.&amp;quot; He casts a wary glance toward Maya also, &amp;quot;...You too.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The merchants, though, are a slight less rude... one of the men Auron approaches gives him a quizzical look and places a crate he was preparing to tote inside of his store back on top of another. &amp;quot;...Missing...?&amp;quot; He pauses for a while. &amp;quot;...No regular folks 'round here missing, I knows that much! ... Is this person a friend of yours? Know anything about him I might could recognize? Any details about how he might look... or behave? Anythin'? This place is so familiar to everybody, why... one of us'd notice immediately if something was missin'.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The abandoned child, confused at her new 'toy' running away, screams &amp;quot;...Kitty, come back!&amp;quot; and gives chase shortly right behind... running right toward Auron in the process...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn lowers his ears a moment and shakes his head, &amp;quot;I promise you I'm not a monster. I'm a friend, its just being a cat makes travelling a bit easier, especially in this snow.&amp;quot; he purrs to the miner, &amp;quot;Hmm, maybe I was mistaken, maybe he wasn't a miner, but have you heard of anyone that's gone missing in or near the mines? He may have been talking about dragons, or something like that? If not I guess I'll have to find others to ask.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya is making for the mine along with Riva, she looks ove the blonde soldier for a moment as sh takes a moment to size her up in turn. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;We're looking for a missing man and what information he may be at the mines. I'm no looking for trouble here Ser...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She does hope she doesn't have to name drop Faruja to get past this guard. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She takes a flance over to Riva for a moment wonder what she's got to say on this.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva smiles to Maya as she joins her. &amp;quot;Glad to have your help, Maya. I hope everything works out...&amp;quot; And then things don't work out. Gee, as if miners would let random nosy people into their mine, right? &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;There is a moment where Riva sighs to herself, before she draws herself up and puts on her best smile as she waves to the soldier calling to them. &amp;quot;Hello sir!&amp;quot; Riva replies. &amp;quot;Sorry for interupting your work. We're in the process of investigating a missing man.&amp;quot; She taps at her phone, calling up the information she gained from the job offer once more. &amp;quot;Apparently he was a strange man who was wandering the Highlands, asking about dragons? And then he subsequently vanished. There are concerns that something might have happened to him. My contact believes he might have run into the mines.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She looks back up at the man. &amp;quot;Would it be possible to allow our group to investigate to ensure that the man is safe? It would be very unfortunate if something to the man within the mines...&amp;quot; She pauses. &amp;quot;Especially on your watch, sir.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;He supposedly has a reputation for being crazy,&amp;quot; Auron replies to the merchant. &amp;quot;A man wandering the Felmarian Highlands, asking after dragons? Fairies were mentioned, but that may have been an exaggeration. The fear is that he'd gone into the mines. I've been asked to look into his disappearance.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He pauses then as he hears the girl's voice, and turns in that direction. He steps out of the girl's way, with a bit of a chuckle. He sees the girl is chasing... well, that's not a cat. But it's just a little girl, surely the creature can escape. She just wants to hug the 'kitty', right? He is probably not aware that 'kitty' is someone who's helping them.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;After seeing that there's a child after her, the Fox spots a good hiding spot: Auron's coat!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The warrior might feel a weird momentary draft and weight scamper up his coat and cling to a leg...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;hey Auron you still have that kitten with you?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Auron flat tone. &amp;quot;...What kitten?&amp;quot; Because that totally didn't happen.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Auron ...! Yes, that's audible. Somehow.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;Oh, hmm well maybe it was my imagination. I thought last time you had a kitten attached to you. I thought I heard someone yell cat&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Auron says, &amp;quot;A young girl mistook a fox for a kitten.&amp;quot; Pause. &amp;quot;...A fox that I think just crawled into my coat.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;DRAGONS?!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The old geezer shouts, toppling over into the snow, and draws stares from all around. &amp;quot;...L-Lords, no! We ain't got no Dragons here, and don't want any either!&amp;quot; He sounds positively terrified, suddenly, &amp;quot;..Your friend got missin' after givin' chase to a Dragon... well...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He picks himself up, dusting the snow from his breeches before continuing, &amp;quot;...What did ye' expect?! Ain't nobody seen a Dragon and lived to tell about it!&amp;quot; ...They probably haven't seen one at all, actually... &amp;quot;You just give up on that guy, ya' hear?? Ain't NO good gonna come from chasin' one of them things!&amp;quot; ... He then promptly begins to push his coal cart off toward the Colliery again, making furtive glances back at Allyn every now and then as he goes...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The soldier glances over Maya, who is first to refute his expressed command, and he opens his mouth to repeat the order with a lowering of brows until... Riva steps in with 'those' details'. He takes on an incredulous air at the mention of Dragons, but doesn't flatly deny the possibility, &amp;quot;...Dragons...? Ha! 'Tis a joke, surely... perhaps the work of a Court Jester would be your better suit...?&amp;quot; And he's apparently very rude, too. &amp;quot;...I canst deny...&amp;quot; He gives a almost... derisive glance toward the coal miner who was addressing Allyn moments prior as he wheels by... &amp;quot;...some of the workers might think so... the fetid, stagnant, air of the caverns below are nay better for the mind than poison...&amp;quot; He shifts his weight, bringing his left hand to rest on his hip... very close to a sword pommel... &amp;quot;...But you'll find no Dragons here, ...&amp;quot; He doesn't seem particularly cowed by her insinuation his job were at risk, &amp;quot;...naught in the way of admittance either.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Somewhere behind him, the slightly crazy miner from earlier can be heard shouting in echoes, &amp;quot;...deeper still son', might be Dragons wanderin'!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The merchant Auron is speaking to, presently, suddenly bursts out laughing! &amp;quot;...Dragons ye say! Oooh hohoho... nope! Ain't never seen one of them round here! ... But...&amp;quot; He stops to strokes his greying beard, eyes twinkling with a bit of youthful mischief. &amp;quot;...A crazy fella' ye say? Hmmm, oh aye... I suppose I did! Seen somethin' strange anyway...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He kicks the wooden crate lightly, just more than a tap twice with the side of his boot before placing it back in the snow. &amp;quot;...Oh yes, I was deliverin' some of my brews down at the tavern... few nights past... saw a strangely dressed fella... looked like a Knight!&amp;quot; He stares off into the distance, as if imagining the scene again. &amp;quot;...Well dressed fella, wealthy... maybe a man of the Church... handsome, youthful, strapping young fella... yeah. I remember... he seemed to be arguing with that Barthalameu 'bout somethin'. He was probably a visitor, I reckon'... ain't seen him since.&amp;quot; He casts a sidelong glance at Auron again, &amp;quot;Barthalameu... he's a bit of a cranky fella'... but he means well. Usually guardin' the mine entrance. Why not ask him about the man in 'Gold and Green'?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn watches the miner go and just blinks. he gets back up and the cat seems to shrug some. Well not too much luck there, but maybe it is a little something. He decides to wander and go see if he can find Auron or the others that are here to investigate. He makes his way through the areas until he coems across Auron and once he hears over the radio, he starts to sniff at Auron's coat, looking for the fox,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He blinks at the coat, &amp;quot;Is there a fox hiding in here somewhere? Come on out fox, no one will hurt you.&amp;quot; he swishes his tail and peers up at Auron, &amp;quot;Animals really are attracted to you, hmmm? Don't worry, I'm not going to suddenly start clinging to you.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya is starting to take a liking to Riva, as the likely younger woman talks to the guard Maya hangs back a bit and makes no agressive moves. She nods in agree ment. &amp;quot;If it is a trouble we just wish to help make sure this man is safe and as my companion said? Less trouble for your self.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The Guard knows what he's doing he's not stupid and she doesn't want to pick a fight. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Err...Riva? Did you hear that?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Auron nods. For the moment he leaves the fox be, and keeps his attention on the merchant. &amp;quot;The fellow asking about them was who I was looking for. I doubt there would be dragons here,&amp;quot; he agrees. &amp;quot;This fool's yammering could scare away visitors and hurt business here, so I've been tasked to find him and set him straight.&amp;quot; Surface submission for the win? &amp;quot;Thank you. I'll see if I can't find this fool.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Allyn appears then, and Auron gives a chuckle. &amp;quot;I seem to have a knack for attracting smaller predatory animals.&amp;quot; Fact, if that fox is climbing up too far, it just might get a whiff of the dried meat that Auron's got in his coat. It's wrapped, of course, but the nose of a fox never lies!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He turns away from the merchant and radios, &amp;quot;A merchant mentioned a name, Barthalameu. A guard at the mine. Grumpy fellow. He said to ask about a man in green and gold.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Auron says, &amp;quot;A merchant mentioned a name, Barthalameu. A guard at the mine. Grumpy fellow. He said to ask about a man in green and gold.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;The miner I talked to.. Well he kind of seemed to know something and kind of didn't... He said that there aren't any dragons here, then said what did I expect if the guy went missing while chasing dragons and that no one has chased one and lived to tell about it...He said to give up because no good can come from chasing dragons&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Auron says, &amp;quot;That /is/ sound advice. Under normal circumstances.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva nods faintly to Maya. She caught that. However, she raises her hands, trying to calm the man down. &amp;quot;Sir, I am not attempting to question whether dragons exist within the mine or not. I am seeking a man, not a dragon. There are people who are very concerned about the man's disappearance. Surely if nothing is amiss there is no harm in allowing us to seek him out. Why don't you come with us if you are concenred for our behavior? The man's life might be at stake.&amp;quot; She pauses for a moment, raising a hand to her ear. &amp;quot;Perhaps you might know of him? A man in green and gold?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The fox peeks its head out of Auron's coat and looks around... to see... a talking snow leapord. The white-furred creature makes a noise that sounds rather like &amp;quot;*Eyyyyyyak!*&amp;quot; And hops out - using Allyn's back as a landing spot before hopping into the snow. It's tail end is now towards the group but the fox is looking over its shoulder, as if waiting to see what the group will be doing...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Barthalameu seems mildly placated by Maya's reply, affording the girl a slightly less stern glance and a subtle nod. &amp;quot;...All is well, then, if you understand.&amp;quot; He leans back a bit, crossing his arms... and shifts his hands away from his sword hilt. They come to rest at his cloth-covered biceps instead, tapping idly there. Thus, some of the situations prior tension is relieved. &amp;quot;...Well, if you will...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...his scowl creeps in again, just a little, as Riva interrupts him once more to continue along the same lines. &amp;quot;...Have you no ears, girl? I -cannot- allow unauthorized persons to...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...That last bit causes his brows to knit, in confusion. &amp;quot;...Green and gold, you say...?&amp;quot; He seems to pause, deliberating, and then casts a curious glance at where she touched her ear. ... Then at the Tavern in the background, a two-story building not far from Allyn and Auron... with a patio and a smoking chimney. There's people chatting at tables up there. &amp;quot;...Mayhap I have. If it's THAT lunatic you're looking for, you can give up. He's lost in more ways than one!&amp;quot; He lifts a finger, waggling it slightly, before lowering it again. &amp;quot;...I saw him near yonder Tavern less than half a fortnight past, yes. He came asking after a woman... but I could make neither heads nor tales of the rest. Someone by the name of... Dular. This... 'Cadmus' fellow, he had the look of a Church man but the mind of a fool. When I told him we'd seen no new women folk around these parts in quite sometime he was quick to ask me if, perhaps, I'd seen a large lizard...&amp;quot; He smirks. &amp;quot;...Your Dragon, mayhap? ... I told him if he were looking for lizards he might try the desert. He seemed rather offended with my helpful suggestion.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He shrugs.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Once more, I assure you... there have been NO Dragons here and if THAT fool had been through I'd have caught him. Mayhap you'd be better served asking at the Tavern?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The merchant nods, agreeable, waving after Auron as he goes to address Allyn, &amp;quot;Alright, you take care now! Don't let any Dragons get ye'!&amp;quot; He laughs, slapping his left leg before going for that beaten up old wooden crate again, &amp;quot;...Ehehehe... youngins' got some imaginations these days! Sign o' the times I reckon'... ain't enough work to keep 'em occupied... if they really is chasin' a guy like that... well...poor boy...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The little girl chasing Finna, from earlier, cautious walks up to Auron a few moments after the fox leaps away from him... and reaches out to tug at Auron's pant leg... &amp;quot;...Mister... you seen a kitty?&amp;quot; She bites her lower lip, not seeing the fox for the snow... apparently...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn nods to Auron and then blinks as the fox jumps onto his back and then into the snow. He turns to watch the fox as it looks back at them and ponders for a few moments. The cat gives a sigh and he shifts forms, becoming a fox himself, since its hard to speak fox as a cat. &amp;amp;lt;&amp;amp;lt;Fox can you understand me?&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; he doesn't know the fox's name.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He looks up at Auron, &amp;quot;Well, I guess it is a good thing I'm not usually a small predator.&amp;quot; he then tilts his head at the little girl, &amp;quot;Well, I was jsut a cat, but I don't think I am the cat you were looking for?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Something squirming around in his coat is a weird sensation, and Auron emits a surprised sound. But he smirks a little when the fox lands on Allyn. If it crawled in his coat, it's probably not afraid of him. Which is odd for a normal animal. After taking a moment to make sure that Allyn's all right, he reaches in his coat for a piece of that dried meat. He crouches, then, offering the piece of dried meat to the fox. While he does, he listens to the radio. Information! &amp;quot;Let's check there,&amp;quot; he suggests over the radio. But first... beef jerky offering to the fox!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva takes some more notes and nods. &amp;quot;I see. The tavern... Very well, sir. I appreciate your assistance. I will stop taking up any of your valuable time.&amp;quot; She bows slightly, and then gestures to Maya, as she indicates they should withdraw. &amp;quot;There's something fishy going on here.&amp;quot; She comments to Maya quietly as they head towards the tavern. &amp;quot;And we're going to need to get to the bottom of this.&amp;quot; She grumps slightly when she's out of eyeshot. &amp;quot;Ugh, why do people have to be so... hardheaded?&amp;quot; She asks Maya. &amp;quot;Do you have to deal with this a lot?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Riva Banari says, &amp;quot;I've gotten a name. Cadmus. He's looking for a 'Dular'... However, he's staunchly refusing to allow admittance.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Auron says, &amp;quot;Where did he last see this 'Cadmus'?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Riva Banari says, &amp;quot;A week ago at the tavern.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;I am starting to wonder if there really is a dragon or not.. Some of these people mention there are no dragons, but then they say be careful when looking for dragons. I wonder if its something else? something they are hiding?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Auron says, &amp;quot;/Where/ did he see Cadmus?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Riva Banari says, &amp;quot;The tavern over yonder, he said. Is there more than one? And they do seem to be particularly touchy on dragons...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Auron says, &amp;quot;Let's check there.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;Alright, sounds like a good place to go.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Riva Banari says, &amp;quot;I'll join you. We're not getting past this... jerk.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The fox is just rearing up on its hind legs in a half-leap to go for the offered beef jerky, with one paw against Auron's leg. From that angle, it's easy enough to tell the creature's gender - unmistakably female. But then, just as its jaws close about the treat... here comes that girl again. And the snow leapord does an UNEXPECTED CHANGE.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The Snow fox scarfs that bit of meat down in a hurry, leaps up even higher to lick Auron once on the cheek... then WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;It goes bounding back into town, past a building. On the way, it casts a glance over its shoulder at Allyn, and a world of meaning's contained in that glance. Allyn won't have any explanation for it, but they get the distinct impression the Fox is telling them 'You came just in time! Have fun!'&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;At the asme time, a strange magic catches the girl's attention. At first it focuses on Finna, but then it's settling on Allyn's tail. ALLYN'S TAIL SUDDENLY SEEMS INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT AND ATTENTION-DRAWING.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya nods about the Tavern for a moment she does not say anyhting for a momernt until she Riva mentions about what's going on here. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;We do Riva, and yes I deal with this a lot. I had to deal with things like this, dungones ove a thousand years old loaded with ... switch puzzels.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She makes a face that can be seen even under her scarf before she moves to follow after Riva.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Maya says, &amp;quot;This world ... does have dragon problems on occasion I think, nothing like Samug though thankfully.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Facelicked by fox! Auron turns his head a little, but chuckles at the creature's antics nonetheless. He's unaware of any magic. He stands, and turns with the others to the tavern. He'll wait to regroup with the others first, though. He only hears the tail end of Maya's and Riva's conversation, though, and keeps quiet to hear it. He also looks to Allyn, to make sure he's accompanying them.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The little girl seems to wander closer to Auron, attempting to clutch at his leg if possible, whilst still looking for Finna. She seems markedly unstable, likely because of the snow... kids of under five aren't exactly the most stable people to begin with. &amp;quot;...Mr., you seen...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The tail of Allyn, whom she had not taken notice of or responded to, catches her interest -just- as he cuts her off. His propensity for speech, while in animal form, as it turns out... would now be his undoing. &amp;quot;...!!!&amp;quot; The little girl's eyes light up, her mouth opens, and she comes barreling toward him like a tiny train fresh off its tracks and with no hope of stopping itself. Arms wide, tiny mouth, filled with gaps where teeth have definitely fallen out recently, held wide in a BIIIIIIG SMILE...!!! &amp;quot;...KITTY! KITTY KITTY!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Barthalameu seems placated again as Riva gives in, her bow earning her a mild nod of approval and unfolding of the arms. &amp;quot;Yes, well... do be careful... it is best not to get caught up with that Cadmus fellow. I'm warning you for your own good!&amp;quot; He seems earnest in this, at least. &amp;quot;Insanity can be harmless, or it can be very dangerous... I'm not altogether clear on -which- that man is!&amp;quot; And then he offers both girls a parting bow, as though he were willing to forget the entire thing had happened and busy himself with... staring quietly into the mines... for the moment...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Meanwhile, some old tavern folk outside on the patio seem to be sitting down to a game of cards and hard liquor...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn doesn't seem to be going anywhere at the moment as the little girl comes towards him, he doesn't have time tog et away. He kind of yelps a little and lets the girl play with him, swishing his bushy tail. &amp;quot;Hi.&amp;quot; he tells the little girl, &amp;quot;We were just heading over to the tavern, to look for someone. Have you seen any strange men running around?&amp;quot; he looks towards Auron and nods a little, &amp;quot;Let me know what the plan is, looks like I might be distracted for a few moments.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;When people DO get to the tavern, there is already someone there who's by themselves at a table. A brawny man with thick arms. It is as though somone took a mountain and carved it down to the heart, then the heart just decided to stroll off to the tavern. His skin is rough and callused, his scars have scars and his muscles have muscles. He's UTTERLY bare-chested (quite odd for this weather), but wears great honking ragged trousers hoisted by straps over his shoulders. He is, however, at least SOMEWHAT shaven - his faze has some gritty and coarse fuzz in no real pattern, but it's kept short. His skin is pale, however, and his hair blonde. There's no mistaking his strong, just jaw, or the gazonga of a greatsword strapped to his back and the great mug of mead he's drinking. Does the tavern even serve mead?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;... doesn't matter, he's drinking it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Strange how nobody saw him come in, nobody served him, and stuff like that. He wasn't there a few moments ago, but nobody seems to be paying this any mind. In fact, they're staying away from him.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva nods back to Maya. &amp;quot;I see. I'll have to ask you for advice more often. I'm still... Kind of new at this.&amp;quot; She admits with a small sigh of frustration. She smiles over at Auron as he draws near and nods. &amp;quot;Hello, Sir Auron. Looks like that's the tavern we're looking for...&amp;quot; She points at the building, where the people are drinking and playing games. &amp;quot;Let's get to work.&amp;quot; She says, as she steps up into the patio. &amp;quot;Hello there gentlemen. Nice evening out here.&amp;quot; She says. &amp;quot;Looks like it's pretty cold out too. I hear some good drinks can fix that.&amp;quot; She smiles and walks into the tavern, putting down a stack of Gil. &amp;quot;A round for the gentlemen on the patio, if you please.&amp;quot; She mentions. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Once that's filled, she turns and brings the drinks out, setting them down for them to enjoy. &amp;quot;My friends and I are new here in town and we're looking for a friend of ours.&amp;quot; She begins. &amp;quot;Maybe you guys have seen him? Wears gold and green, name of Cadmus?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Hm?&amp;quot; This in response to the girl's half-finished statement. And then suddenly she zeroes in on Allyn, and Auron smirks. &amp;quot;We should probably ask for this fellow. When you can get free, follow us.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Oh, but it seems like they'll be able to ask outside first. He'll be behind Riva and Maya as they approach, and will wait to see what they do. With Riva taking the lead, it seems, Auron hangs back and waits to see how this turns out. hopefully the mention of the name won't make this turn into a bar brawl.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;His eyes are drawn to the large man in the tavern, but even while he sizes the other man up, he doesn't draw attention. Should he catch the gaze of the man with the greatsword, he will nod in greeting.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya is keeping with Riva as the pair catch up with hte otehrs as theyu make for the tavern. She knows they re not getting past them. She eyes odd man for a moment wondering what sort of madness afflicts the man they are seeking. She has to wonder, but she'll find out sooner or later, off to the tavern they all go!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The child seems content to pet Allyn momentarily, blissfully ignorant of the fact that real cats probably -shouldn't- talk! She attempts to grab at his tail, almost immediately, whilst doing so... and give it a quick -pull-! But whether she manages or not, a female voice can be heard calling out in the distance... and the little girl's head snaps around!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, she jumps up and goes waddling off at the speed of toddler again! &amp;quot;...Mommy... I found a kitty! Can I have it?!&amp;quot; ... Perhaps now might be a good time to run... or maybe not be a 'kitty' anymore!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riva plopping down that stack of Gil elicits cheers and hollers, not just from the men at the table, but also a few others nearby inside the bar proper. The door seems to be open, right now.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Almost all of the men at this table are wearing ratty clothes covered in black filth and caked with dirt. Two older men, one younger. The fourth gentleman seems more 'well-to-do'... probably a merchant! An older man near her wearing a cap, with blue eyes, smiles a toothy smile, &amp;quot;...Well, thank ye kindly m'lady... what might we kin' do fer ye'?&amp;quot; He cranes his neck back, listening, before responding, &amp;quot;...Cadmus, eh? Can't say I did... nope.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;There comes the sound of a glass hitting the table, and a gasp of air... from the merchant. He wipes a bit of alcohol from a corner of his mouth, spots Finna... and stares quietly for a moment or two... before adding his two cents, &amp;quot;Don't know anybody with that name, personally. But I did see a knightly fellow the other night. He was a... refined fellow, dressed in gold and evergreen like the trees in spring.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;One of the others chuckles, &amp;quot;Yeah, that guy... strange one. He came asking after... his pet lizard or something...&amp;quot; Another pitches in. &amp;quot;...A woman, wasn't it?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Mayhap....&amp;quot;, the merchant cuts the others off again, &amp;quot;...But he was an odd fellow, yes. He had apparently been wandering the Felmarian Highlands for days in search of -something-... he came around asking and when he didn't get the answers he sought, he started asking after the mines.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;One of the others chuckles again. &amp;quot;Nobody gettin in there that ain't s'pposed to. Barthalameu is a vigilant one... not like one's gonna find a ... woman? in there anyway.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His eyes track-sideways, a smile forming on his lips... a smile that stops when he spots that mountain of a man... and his brows knit so hard the may as well be a rug! &amp;quot;...Have I seen you... before?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;When the little girl's head snaps up ands he becomes distracted after giving out a yelp when his tail is pulled, he gives the little girl a lick on the cheek. yeah he's nice to kids. He wriggles away ands campers off towards the tavern where Auron and the others are. He sighs a bit, maybe its not always safe to be palces as an animal, he shifts as he runs along, he doesn't like the form, but for now he returns to his true human form, might as well just blend in.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He mutters and little and heads over next to Auron again. &amp;quot;I think I will be safe in this form for a bit.&amp;quot; though he looks a bit uncomfortable now, darn two-legged forms.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;'prolly not.&amp;quot; The great man replies gruffly to his addressee. &amp;quot;Jes' came in today followin' th' same trail. The name's Erik Blackburn! You tellin' me this knightly man's wandered off to these mines... 'n'yer not worried one bi' over it?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Naturally, he nods to Auron, then takes a mighty swig from his mug!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;His eyes settle harshly on the miners a moment later.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Auron listens to the men as they tell what they know. He keeps quiet for the time being, and then looks to Allyn as the now-human joins them at the tavern. A smirk. &amp;quot;Children of that age are... grabby,&amp;quot; he notes. True, he hadn't had to deal with Tidus any younger than seven, but Tidus hadn't been the only small child in Dream Zanarkand.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He doesn't attract attention to the mountain of a man sitting and drinking. Something strikes him as off about the whole thing, but he either doesn't know or knows better than to remark about it. Instead he looks to the miners as well, raising the brow of his visible eye. After a few more moments, he speaks up from the back of the group. &amp;quot;...Do you know how to contact this man again?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva nods at the response. &amp;quot;That's him all right.&amp;quot; She replies. &amp;quot;He's a dedicated one.&amp;quot; He thinks. &amp;quot;He was asking about the mines, and yet you say the guard, Barthalameu, is very attentive, and he denied letting the man in. or even seeing him before half a fortnight ago.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She pauses, taking a drink of her own as she thinks. &amp;quot;Do you think she might have fallen into a hole or somesuch? Maybe some kind of crevasse or sinkhole? Maybe that might explain it. If there's some other way someone might have landed in the mines, that might be why he needs to get down there.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya is now moving along side Riva nad seems amused she pulls off her hod and the sarf revealing her face along with her stupidly long blue hair she shakes it out a little bit and starts to take in the entire pub , she seems in a decent of enough of a mood as she listens. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;So a man looking for a pet lizard?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Did they mean dragon? She wasn't sure, but it was a very possible thing here. They seem to have hit some pay dirt. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;That is some very useful information, thank you.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;That miner that looked at Finna earlier raises his brows, looking like a frightened dog for a moment, before he manages to muster the wherewithal to wave his hands in front of himself. &amp;quot;...Ah just said, ain't nobody gettin' past Barthalameu.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;One of the others pitches in with, &amp;quot;Yeah... I wonder if he even sleeps sometimes.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;..Naw, he does... round early mornin' usually.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The miner beside Riva casts a glance back over his shoulder at Auron, &amp;quot;Can't say I do.&amp;quot; He looks at the others, and listens to what Riva contributes, before taking a glass in hand and leaning back into his chair. The wooden chair complains just a bit, as he leans back into it, and he stares up at the ceiling before pulling at the brim of his hat. &amp;quot;...Holes, eh...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The merchant casts a glance toward Allyn, momentarily in the silence, &amp;quot;...Boy, you look like a good farmhand. Or a shop boy. ... You from around here, ser? Would you like a job?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The conversation, at least amongst the miners, mostly seems to stay on track though. &amp;quot;...Holes... hey, wasn't there an old back entryway?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;It fell in, long time ago. Nobody uses it anymore, it's too dangerous. Got that place boarded up good anyway.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Yeah...&amp;quot; The miner wearing cap contributes again, after a drink, &amp;quot;...even if you could get in there, no guarantees you'll be getting out. Those lower levels are full of evil, I'm tellin' you.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The merchant asides, speaking to Auron again... and then the group, &amp;quot;...Wisdom ought to inform that this is a fool's errand. Surely, chasing after a madman - but especially when you've naught even an assurance of were he might be - will take you nowhere but your end. ... Even if he is a fried of yours, I apologize, but this one might be a lost cause for you.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn chuckles at Auron and shakes his head a little, &amp;quot;I don't have much experience with kids, well unless you count a little sister, but I haven't seen her in years and probably never will again.&amp;quot; he sighs a little and then raises an eyebrow at the merchant.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He shakes his head, &amp;quot;I am not from around here, no, but I do know my way around a farm. What kind of job do you need help with? I'd be interested. I've got a few things to do around here though, but when I'm done we can talk about that job?&amp;quot; he grins to the merchant.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Auron looks to the miners in turn, and then to the merchant. &amp;quot;You may be right, sir,&amp;quot; he agrees. &amp;quot;It's sounding like that.&amp;quot; He does sound like he agrees with the merchant, that it's a fool's errand. However, he sends a meaningful look to the others in the group, and then to a spot some distance away. Looking once more to the merchant, he nods. &amp;quot;Thank you for your help, sir.&amp;quot; He bows politely.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Once he can, he heads to that spot, and speaks into his radio. &amp;quot;We'll still need to find it,&amp;quot; he says quietly. &amp;quot;I have doubts that they're going to tell us. If they didn't want us going in the safe front entrance, I doubt they're going to tell us where the dangerous back way in is. I can search for it at night.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Auron says, &amp;quot;We'll probably have to come back later. Maybe some recon is called for. I can stay here and see when the guards change shifts.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Riva Banari says, &amp;quot;Bingo.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Riva Banari says, &amp;quot;This is a good plan. Is there anyone else who is good at moving around at night? I'm not very stealthy.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;I can move around as a mouse, night is best for doing that&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Riva Banari says, &amp;quot;Perfect. We can stay at the inn in the meantime. Contact us if anything comes up, and once we have the location, we can move.... Um... If that's okay with everyone?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Auron says, &amp;quot;That might be the best idea.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 7&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;sounds good to me&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;With a resounding thump - despite the lightness of the motion - the mountainous Erik sets down his mug, shoves back his chair, and stands, only to silently slap his hands on the table, bump the chair back under with a tap from the knee, and then checks his equipment and clothes. &amp;quot;Then I've hit a dead end... better g'send a report...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Was he looking for the guy all this time? ... FOR someone?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;With a wordless grouble he drops some gil on the table and trudges out.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Naturally, tailing the group.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Give it about a half-hour, or when someone actually tries to clean the mug or use the gil, they'll find it's one big rock and a handful of tiny rock chips.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riva looks glum, and takes a long pull of her drink. &amp;quot;That bad, huh. Well, if things are as dangerous as you say, I'm afraid of the worst for him. I guess I'll just have to stay a day or two and see if he comes up. If not, maybe I'll just have to tell them that he's gone, I guess. Thanks, guys.&amp;quot; She stands, and puts a few coins on the table. &amp;quot;Enjoy the rest of the night on me anyway.&amp;quot; If nothing else, they'll remember a woman and a guy asking some questions. If they remember anything through the hangover. In the meantime, the radio becomes the point of contact for the group to move to Phase 2.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The merchant nods, lifting his mug, taking a drink. &amp;quot;Certainly! I could use more hired help, ...&amp;quot; He chuckles, gesturing vaguely, amused. &amp;quot;...as I am sure has already been made abundantly clear.&amp;quot; He then gives a knowing nod to Auron, &amp;quot;...Yes, yes. 'Know when to hold them...', ...&amp;quot; He gestures vaguely again, in a way that suggest he may be having a little trouble with coherent thought now, &amp;quot; ... or so they say.&amp;quot; He eyes the deck of cards still lying face down on the table, grabbing it... &amp;quot;...Ehh, speaking of -that-...!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya looks to Riva for a moment and humms a she also grabs her own drink sipping at it for a moment. She watche as Riva gets up and then she moves finish her drink off and follow Riva out.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Horrors Revisited</title>
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|Date of Scene=2014/07/20&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=The battle between the Archadian invaders and Duke Barrington's soldiers rages on near the Fort City Yardrow, but there's been reports that the Yuguewood has been rendered impassible to emergency troops and supplies from Riovanes due to unusual levels of undead activity. Put the troubled souls of soldiers long since dead to rest, and help free up the roads to passing wagons!&lt;br /&gt;
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|Cast of Characters=19, 129, 307, 471, 493&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Poses&lt;br /&gt;
|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Yuguewood, Angel's Grove - The Yuguewood, east of Fovoham and lying at the edge of the Archadian/Ivalician border, is an ancient forest where trees literally thousands of years old yet live and continue to grow. These ancient trees which can only be found here, known as Yugue Trees, are revered far and wide for their almost mystical ability to transcend the withering bounds of time. The sheer height, mass, and dense foliage these trees naturally have make for a dark, and relatively cold, environment in which strange things grow and thrive like nowhere else. Especially the deadly Mosfungus, the spores of which can drop a man dead when inhaled in large quantities.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Here, the dense shade of the Yugue trees almost literally blots out the sun, its rays penetrating only sparsely through the gaps in a vast sprawl of leaves overhead. During the day, this forest is teeming with wildlife of all kinds... from the harmlessly cute to the utterly deadly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;At night, however, it is said that the forest takes on another kind of life entirely...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Many, many, bloody wars have been fought in this forest since men began to walk the earth. The blood of the slain has run like rivers here, and it is speculated by some that the reason for the Yugue Tree's long life span is because of it. Corrupted by the blood, of which their roots have doubtlessly partaken, these trees yet live by syphoning the life energies of the dead... producing the ghastly monstrosities which are known to wander about beneath their branches at night.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Whether 'tis true or not, ... there certainly is truth to the rumors of the unrestful dead...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...As the sun begins to reach the end of its journey in the sky, so too does another journey begin. The migration of souls long dead across the aether, their spectral forms taking on appearances they once had in life. They fade into existence alongside the roadway which winds itself through the forest center, between what are now known as Fovoham and Gallione. As these spectral figures appear, so too do the magically-sensitive creatures of the forest - drawn from all around by their presence. Descending from the sky, wading through the foliage, and clawing their way out from the earth they come... marking another haunted evening in what is wistfully referred to as 'Angel's Grove'...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;OOC: Enemy List: Skeletal Fiend, Bonesnatch x1 (http://goo.gl/irRHxw), Ahriman x1 (http://goo.gl/6EhCro), Monk (F, Ghost) x1, Black Mage (M, Ghost) x1, Knight (F, Ghost) x1, Samurai (M, Ghost) x1, (http://goo.gl/0OeShT)&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:471|Dr. Violet Hunter (471)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;     The Confederacy does not have unlimited resources, whether it be in material goods, or liquid assets. This is why Violet has decided to have a presence here, tonight. She has been looking for various mercenary jobs. Things that would not interfere with the Confederacy or the Union, but would be useful to build up her wealth. Having found this job, this undead extermination job, she deemed the pay worthy. She herself will not set out to deal with the undead, though. Instead, she is sending one of the various Digimon who work for her. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     A cloaked figure walks through the forest. Most of his figure is wrapped in a brown cloak, including his head. Bits of blond hair flow out from the hood, though most of his face is difficult to see, especially within the only light being the faint moonlight that glimmers through the trees. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He looks upon the undead, considering them. They are, really, a bit strange to look upon. He is familiar with ghosts. Or at least, ghosts of a certain type. But, this is a bit different. These are actual, true undead. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He lifts his right hand. As it sticks out of his cloak, it seems to be covered in a white glove, made of some unknown material. As he holds out his hand, a golden staff appears in it, out of nowhere. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He doesn't attack. Or at least, not yet. These dead... They deserve an honorable battle, before they finally pass on into the next world. A surprise attack on them would, indeed, be efficient. But that would not be an honorable passing. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He shall simply wait a moment, until they notice him. Or until they notice any other living beings who might be wandering in this forest as well. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Angemon says, &amp;quot;Hm. Are the other mercenaries in the Yuguewoods on this frequency?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The large sabertooth hadn't even heard about this job, or that there were undead, but he hadn't really been himself for the alst little while. He thought perhaps doing a little wandering around a palce he had come to like being in would help, whatever it was that had been bothering him for some time. The locals never seem to bother him, seeing as they always just assume he is one of the things that they call a 'coeurl' when he is in any of his feline forms, despite the fact he doesn't have those long whiskers, nor does he seem to have an affinity for lightning.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That suits him just fine though, because as he's been lately he'd probably rather not be hounded or chased around. At fifteen feet long and with those eighteen inch long sharp teeth that doesn't fit into his mouth, well, he's probably close to the biggest specimen that they have seen. He's also been lucky that most of the other wildlife hasn't taken too much interest in him, but that might be because it's easy to tell he is a predator, especially in such a form.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He stalks about quietly, patrolling or something like that, when he lifts his head and sniffs the air and a quiet snarl comes from him as he notices something just not right. He turns his head in the direction of the undead and watches them for a few moments. He's not sure if they wont just think if they can think that is, think that he is just a normal piece of the local wildlife as well. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;Yes. I am the large cat.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;It seems there will be local help for this one. Of those 'wandering the forest', there's another figure as well; a large figure in dark armor, armed with a sword and a shield. A gray moustache can be seen under the helm. Goffard Gaffgarion may or may not be recognized by the non-locals here just yet, but he may just change that.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He stands ready for battle as the undead appear. Seems his usual tricks won't work here, with the undead. That's all right, this is precisely why he /didn't/ bring the Blood Sword. He had also requested Ladd remain with Melody, since the boy seemed noticeably upset by the mention of undead, and Gaffgarion didn't want that fear to cause Ladd to do something stupid. He /did/ still have use for a Squire, after all.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Practiced eyes sweep over the battlefield-to-be, marking positions of potential allies as well as potential enemies. Someone in a brown robe, with a staff and ... is that a Couerl? He'd have to be careful then, Couerls were bad news. Strangest-looking Couerl he'd ever seen, though, with less whiskers and more teeth.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;  -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion says, &amp;quot;Aye. Who might...&amp;quot; Pause. &amp;quot;...A talking Couerl.&amp;quot; Paaaaaaause. &amp;quot;Eh, why not? If the dead may rise in this forest, why can not Couerls speak?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Angemon says, &amp;quot;If you must have my name, it is Angemon. And... cat beast, though I have not met you, I recognize your voice. You have had dealings with some of my allies, before.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Angemon says, &amp;quot;Let us give these warriors the honorable deaths they deserve, though, and let them pass on. I will deal with you another time.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;Well.. I am not exactly a couerl. I am a shapeshifter.. Oh? Dealings hmm? I am not sure if that is good or bad.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion says, &amp;quot;Goffard Gaffgarion, professional sellsword. Would that I could say 'twere a pleasure to meet you, but dealings with the undead are rarely a pleasure.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Angemon says, &amp;quot;You stood in the way of my commander. Dr. Violet Hunter. And you are friends with that boy. Satou. But. I will ignore you for today, to deal with the undead.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion amused, &amp;quot;Aye, this lot has enough of murder in mind.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;I agree, undead before any other situations..&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya is good to help hunt down problems like this still she wasn't sure about this place She didn't like the undead and was often eager to pounce upon such a place. She had her plans to deal with it. She had her plans, and yes much of it involved fire if it was a lgiet things. Maya takes a moment to look over the monsters. There were several undead before her along with several others. She narrowing her eyes a bit. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;It seems the dead do not stay in their graves. This is far too much like home.&amp;quot; It seems this place is indeed cursed, it's time to clean house.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She pulls the rifle off her back and makes ready.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The restless spirits of battles long past, at first, seem almost too complacent. The human amongst them simply standing around and idly casting their gaze over the forest floor, even being blanketed in darkness does not seem to hinder them any. The Samurai, a tall blonde man with three separate swords belted to his waist and dressed in flowing robes, clasps his right hand about a scabbard idly. As he does so, some manner of leather-skinned, one-eyed, bat-like creature soars in on wings of deepest black to perch in a tree branch up high. The creature of orange skin, an Ahriman, blinks the massive eye that makes up its center slowly... rolling its souless black iris about the landscape below.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;From behind, a pair of skeletal creatures finishes clawing their way out of the soil - emerging in the tattered cloth garbs they more than likely died in. Not an ounce of flesh to be seen. In fact, their very bones seem to be subtly dancing upon the air as if suspended from a puppeteer's strings. No doubt animated by some manner of vile magic. The form of their bones has not the appearance of human ones though...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...The peace is not to last however.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Pulling a curved sword free from its scabbard, the Samurai shouts, &amp;quot;...to arms, men! To arms!&amp;quot; as though rallying his soldiers for battle once more, and then charging directly for Gaffgarion to swing the weapon toward the Fell Knight! At the Samurai's command, the undead fly into motion and charge at anything or anyone who is not clearly -yet- dead! The Monk and Knight - garbed in robes of blood red and black both - are first to charge after, bearing down on Allyn with a near-simutaneous sword swipe and punching combination whilst the Black Mage conjures a burst of flame to fire upon Angemon in tandemon with a frigid burst of magic from the Skeletal Fiend!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Finally, the Bonesnatch staggers toward Maya, a sphere of elemental water rising forth from an open hand into the moonlit air - as the Ahriman soars overhead, looking for an opening - and then launches the elemental magic in her direction with all haste!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:471|Dr. Violet Hunter (471)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;     As the flame and ice come in upon the cloaked figure of Angemon, it lifts its staff to block, albeit inefficiently. His cloak is aflame, now, while part of it is also frozen solid. His main goal is to earn the money, but he also has a goal of 'not causing a major stir'. He was picked for being the most efficient fighter against undead, based on guesses at what the undead might be weak against. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He is glad, though, that there are not too many people from this world, present. This land is supposed to be incredibly religious. He, and his commander, do not want to cause a stir. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     Still, with this company, it should be relatively safe for his true form to be seen. And so, he throws off his cloak. His true form is somewhat glorious, emitting a holy seeming light that fills the area. He is white clad, and with blue ribbon over parts of his body, including his left arm. His head, including his eyes, are covered by a metal helmet, with a cross-like symbol upon it. His long blonde hair flows behind him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     Most stunning of all are likely his wings. Three pairs of them, stretched behind him. Who knows how he was able to hide these behind the cloak. But, by all appearances, Angemon does, in fact, sem to be a sort of Angel. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;HOLY ROD!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He grabs hold of his golden staff, with both hands. He turns towards the skeleton first, bringing it in upon him. He is aiming to strike into the skull of the beast, attempting to bash into it with most of his strength. The rod itself emits a holy power as it does so. Not really 'divine', honestly. More of simply connected to a holy element, or a light element, however one would want to put it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     After his swing, he steps back. He is trying to ensure that both of his enemies are within his 'sight'. Though his eyes are masked, it seems he still can see, somewhat. And it's better if both the wizard, and the skeletal beast, are in front of him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;You have been in this world too long. I shall let you pass on to the next world. May you both have an honorable death, in combat.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion grumbles, &amp;quot;A warning would have been appreciated, O Feathered One.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Angemon says, &amp;quot;I apologize. I was hoping to clear these out before anyone had seen me. I also was hoping my cloak would be a bit more fire retardent.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion says, &amp;quot;Understandable, fire does tend to be a powerful motivator.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn roars in pain as he is attacked by the monk and the knight. He growls lowly and tries to circle around them, looking for an opening. Who should he go after first. The knight might be the more difficult of the two, seeing as its armored, so he supposed that will be the logical choice. He then pounces at the knight and tries to bite into it, lets see if his saberteeth can open the tin can?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;Fire isn't very nice most the time. I got singed a number of days ago fighting.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Suddenly there's an ANGEL on the battlefield, and Gaffgarion is looking in that direction, eyes wide in shock behind his visor. &amp;quot;What in the...?&amp;quot; He doesn't get farther than that. Due to being distracted, he didn't quite get his shield up in time, and the curved blade of the samurai found purchase between the joint at his left shoulder, his shield arm. Barely managing to parry the remaining strength of the blow with his sword before his arm was cleaved from his body, his sword struck that of the samurai and batted it away. He bares his teeth at the samurai, a low growl rumbling in his throat.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Regardless, he didn't get his reputation for brutality by being nice. So he rushes the ghostly samurai, attempting to bat the blade away with his shield. Hopefully this will give him an opportunity to stab in an unprotected place. He doesn't care if they're undead or not, as long as he can stab them. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion sounding conversational, despite the clashing sounds. &amp;quot;Ah, yes. The beast resembling a combination between flying eye and lizard. Leave that one if possible. 'Tis the only one from whom I may drain strength should I find my own flagging.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;as you wish&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya looks at the Bonesnatch and does not mve her gun. No she's got another plan in mind for the undead beaing and she's going to do she reaches for a fate card. She moves quicky avoiding the worst of it's attack. What does the junker have in mind? She's casting some sort of spell. If one knew Maya and how she made use of magic? It would be clear that it's not one of her more violent spells. It's a healing spell it seems, what's not commonly known is what her healing magic can do to the undead. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; This bonesnatch is about to find out as Maya cast a healing spell upon it, which is going to do some very nasty things to it. It's actually going to hurt it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Angemon's rod strike is well-aimed, but these puppets of bone are not quite as clumsy as they may look. The creature weaves, attempting to dodge, but even so the rod slams into its shoulder and sends it staggers a few steps away. This does give the Digimon a bit of breathing room, as intended. But it's not all-together much, considering the Black Mage is practically within breathing distance by now. Once again, sparks of flame lance from the black robed boy's fingertips toward the Angel - this time bigger than the first - even while the Skeletal Fiend lumbers forward shortly after to swing a bony knife-hand chop toward him as well!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Samurai is thrown back by the shield parry from Gaffgarion, but fails to drop his blade as intended. Not merely that, he also manages to bring the blade to bear to deflect -most- of that stab. It still cuts his inner thigh, shredding etheral robes and opening a gash. But what spills out from the wound is not blood, but energy! Angered by the wound, however, the Samurai jams his sword back into its scabbard and grasps the hilt of another. &amp;quot;Legendary sword that kills freely...!&amp;quot; He calls, before drawing the blade and then quickly jamming it back in! &amp;quot;...Asura!&amp;quot; Within in an instant, the sound of steel cutting at the air comes and a ghostly blade begins to appear from the aether to cut at Gaffgarion! If he isn't swift enough to sense the movement of magical energies, he may just be getting cut!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The knight whirls in place as Allyn attempts to slip around behind, the Bite is successful in latching onto his shoulder and tearing at ethereal flesh - causing the knight to cry out in pain even as the etheral flesh dissipates into ghostly energy. The Monk leaps at Allyn again, however, relentlessly baring down on the large cat with a barrage of pummeling punches even as his fighting partner recovers!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Bonesnatch continues to advance steadily on Maya, even as the orange-skinned devil settles in behind her, and when the healing spell is cast - it lets out an anguished hiss as black energy pours forth from eyes and mouth into the ambient air. Even so, it lifts a clawed hand once more, conjuring yet another sphere of highly condensed water - this one larger than the last - and hurls it in her direction! The Ahriman, meanwhile, leaps into the air and begins to beat its wings... somehow channeling an unusually strong gust against her in the doing!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:471|Dr. Violet Hunter (471)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;     Angemon lifts its staff up in response to the flames. He twirls the staff in one hand, rapidly. The flames impact the rod, dispersed by the force of its spin. Some of the sparks still fly through, though, causing some minor burns on Angemon's skin. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     Then, in comes the Knife Chop. Angemon quickly stops the spinning of his staff, and instead brings it in to push away the arm of the Skeletal Fiend. This isn't meant to harm. It's just meant to get the attack out of the way. But if he does this right, it should leave the skeleton open to attack. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He now holds the staff with only his left hand. His right is pulled back, and glowing with a firey aura of holy energy. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;HEAVEN'S KNUCKLE!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He punches forward, trying to strike his knuckle straight into the Skeletal Fiend. From the knuckle, a column of light bursts out. This column stretches forward, hopefully engulfing the Black Mage as well, all within this righteous light. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     Angemon then leaps back, his wings flapping. They do not flap enough for a creature of his size to fly, but despite this, he is now floating in the air, a bit further back from the undead. Readying for his next strike. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn growls as he is pummeled by the monk, but he was distracted by the night. He's hurt, but he's not going to let that stop him. He turns his head and snarls at the monk for punching him that hard, but that's alright, it's two on one isn't it? He doesn't just stand there and take it though, he shifts forms, no longer that sabertooth cat, but now a large winged serpant, he coils his body around the monk and squeezes as tight as he can.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Odd how Gaffgarion seemed to be able to better tell what was going on magically than with a physical attack he should have seen coming. He feels the pressure differential as the spectral blade starts to form, and ducks, pulling away from the spectral samurai before he suffers much more than a nick on his armor.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That distance he pulls back lets him concentrate on something else. Ever seen a Knight use magic? Energies of flame start to gather around him. And as he raises the hand of his shield arm into the air, the hand clawed and open, he proclaims, &amp;quot;Out of the ground, raze all greenery with flame! /Fira!/&amp;quot; Careful, anything near that samurai might get a little torched too, even if Gaffgarion's spell misses!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Well now this is where things get interesting she sees some of the undead still have some minds to them. She seems actually sad, these are not liches, they are not people who sold their souls for power or to flee the reaper. No they were people who got caught up in the curse of this place. So it's simply just putting them back to rest, that has been denied from them. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Maya looks at the Bonesnatch gets closer again Maya moves to react but she's not quick enough she's caught in the sphere of water, and if you ever belly flopped you know how water can hurt on impact, the wind doesn't help much either as she starts to lose her footing but as she drops Maya lets off another spell, rolls and comes back up. What did she cast? A fire spell which attempts to catch the Bonesnatch in a pillar of flame. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Maya's back on her feet now and getting to moving again not wanting to sit still.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Both the Skeletal Fiend and the Black Mage are caught off-guard by the deft feats of deflection the Digimon brings to bear. When the staff finishes twirling, the pair have barely even had time to re-group to begin another assault before the Holy-powered Knuckle and its blinding aura crashes into their frames and send both flying away!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Both go rolling across the ground, but the Black Mage is thhe first to spring to his feet again - even as whisps of white energy drift into the air away from him. Leather-encased hands twitch, thrust together in a cupped fashion then sprea apart again as he fans his arms out in a circular fashion slowly, &amp;quot;...Swirling bolts...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A crackle of thunder can be heard overhead, as lightning arcs across the sky.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...gather together and strike! Thundara!&amp;quot; With a brilliant flash, and a thudering BOOM, the heaven's open and out pours a searing lightning strike... headed straight for Angemon!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Gaffgarion's deft evasion of his Asura technique earns a scowl from the undead Samurai, but he has little time to do more than advance a step or two before a torrent of flame is unleashed upon his spectral form that sears his ethereal flesh and blasts away yet more of the energy which composes him into the air! Crying out, as he raises his arms defensively, it takes him a moment or two to realize he was not outright obliterated by that as he imagine'd he'd be! Still, the battle is tiring him already - as the hand that moves lazily to another of his sword hilts shows. &amp;quot;Evil souls of the Dark, gather here...!&amp;quot; He intones, pulling the sword from its scabbard as he swings it forward to cut the air between them. Vile energies begin to pour forth from the ground, &amp;quot;...Koutetsu!&amp;quot; ... before howls of horrifying shrillness would fill the ears of alllll gathered as the summoned evil spirits charge Gaffgarion down and attempt to inflict their choking darkness upon him!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Monk is bound up in Allyn's coilsreadily, not at all expecting the creature before him to shift into another shape entirely! The crushing force of Allyn's attack leaves him unable to fight back, even as his energies dissipate into the air. This forces the Knight to have to charge in, bashing at Allyn's snake-like form with his shield in an attempt to stun the creature in the hope to free the Monk!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Bonesnatch lets out another shrill, but otherwise unintelligible, cry as the flames threaten to encompass it and burn away all but its very soul. Yet more black energy pours away from it, and it staggers, possibly about to collapse already. It's while the Bonesnatch is distracted that the Ahriman flies into Maya's field of view again, and its eery singular souless pupil locks onto her face. There would be a momentary subtle glow, that swiftly expands from pupil to the rest of the eye, and if she does not look away swiftly... she may (if she feels pain) soon find her body wracked with sudden BURNING pain as the Ahriman's gaze sends a flood of unholy energy through her!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn hisses in pain as the knight's shield bashes him, which of course has him releasing the monk as he's forced backwards. He shakes his head seemingly stunned for a few moments. He almost loses his shifted form, but recovers before he can shift to his hated human form. He glares coldly at the monk and the knight with those retilian eyes. He needs a new form, but no, he flaps his wings and coils his body and hurls himself at the knight, mouth open wide as he tries to swallow the knight whole, he may be weakened, but he isn't done for yet. &amp;quot;Die again you unnatural monster.&amp;quot; the serpent hisses coldly at te dead knight.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:471|Dr. Violet Hunter (471)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;     There is one problem that one faces sometimes, when you are an aerial target, and you are holding a large golden rod that would be good at conducting metal. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     The burst of electricity flies true, impacting into Angemon. His entire body is shaking due to it. He stays calm, though, immediately launching into his next attack. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He lifts his staff, spinning it above his head. At the same time, he flaps his wings rapidly. The combination of wings and spinning is all simply to power up as he leads into his next attack. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     A massive tornado begins to spin around him. This tornado is also being filled with the holy light. As he spins his staff more and more, its force simply increases. Possibly even tearing some nearby trees from their roots. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     Angemon speaks. Calmly. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;You have fought well. But, move on to the other side, and find peace.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     And then, he points his staff forward, ending the spinning. The tornado flies forwards, towards the skeletal beast, and the Black Mage. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;GOD TYPHOON!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Darkness? Really?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Gaffgarion is only marginally harmed by this attack, and even then only by sheer virtue of it attempting to do horrible things to a living soul. And despite being dark, he is still living, to whom the touch of death is still painful. He defends against the worst of the charge, whether it's because of his shield or because his own powers are just as dark as the energy that was leveled at him.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Pulling the shield down, he notes, &amp;quot;Poor choice of attack, wraith.&amp;quot; Again Gaffgarion rushes the samurai, looking to bash his shield into the ghostly warrior's guard (or his face) and stagger him, so the slice he aims across the wraith's neck will /hopefully/ connect.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya is not having a good days he's already wet and battered, she's lucky she's not one to wear white really. She however has more than just the undead Bonesnatch to worry about right now,. She's got the strange demon looking at her as the blast she feels pain, she's feeling a whole lot of pain the unholy energy ravages Maya's body she screams trying to make it stop and lashes out with a spell without thinking. Lightning launches from her finger tips at the Ahriman! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She tries to get up but even the lingering pain is a heck of a lot to deal with that hurt, that hurt so damn much it shouldn't have hurt that much, why /did/ it hurt that much?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn's attempt to swallow the Knight whole ends, rather unceremoniously, with an undead Knight running around in circles flailing in a panic as a snake on his head attempting to swallow him. While that may be embarassing for both parties involved, what comes next is no less so. The Monk exhales slowly, before bringing his focus to bear and channeling energy into his ghostly form. His entire body, crimson robes and all, throbs with glowing white chi. &amp;quot;Burning Anger Rising...!&amp;quot; The aura thickens, and he falls into martial stance, &amp;quot;...Burst!&amp;quot; The aura swells almost to exploding as the area around him glows ghastly white, and he thrusts his right fist into the air toward the pair. &amp;quot;Aurablast!!!&amp;quot; Suddenly, an eruption of powerful chi erupts forward from the Monk's body in a wave... speeding straight toward Allyn and the Knight!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Skeletal Fiend and the Black Mage, meanwhile, are certainly having a time of it! The tornado conjured by Angemon surges toward them, ripping up foliage and tearing massive branches loose as it goes, before sweeping them into its Holy fury and then tossing them skyward!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...And it takes them quite afew moments before they impact the ground again, almost literally on top of one another! But while the Fiend's body gives way, turning into whisps of black mist upon impact, the robed Mage still finds the strength to push himself up... slowly... and his fingers begin to writhe in the air once more... producing frigid mist... &amp;quot;Howling winds, speak of forgotten truths...&amp;quot; The mist coalesces together in front of him as a large volume of cold, wet, air while the ambient temperature in their immediate area plummets practically in tandem. The mist rises into the air, and then a forceful clapping of hands comes, &amp;quot;...Blizzaga!&amp;quot;, followed by the mist collapsing to form giant shards of ice that fall toward Angemon!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Samurai attempts to side-step Gaffgarion'sa shield bash, still managing to get smashed in the right shoulder with it and thrown off-guard. It staggers him, but he brings that sword to bear again and charges Gaffgarion headlong. &amp;quot;...You will soon know the cold embrace of death, knave!&amp;quot; The Samurai finally chooses to address him properly... right before executing several swift, lethally-intentioned, strikes with his blade against Gaffgarion in quick succession!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Ahriman squeals, body seizing as lightning lances from Maya's finger tips and strikes it. It quickly collapses to the ground, rolling across the dirt, as the Bonesnatch wades in again for last attempt against the girl's life. This time, with a wave of both hands in the air above its head, it conjures a massive sphere of elemental water almost literally from thin air and attempts to drop it on her head. As it does so, it gives up the last of its energy... causing its bony undead form to collapse!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn doesn't seem to really feel the attack from the monk, but he lets go of the knight's head and starts to flie off a little ways. He feels himself losing control though it seems, he is just a dumb beast after all. He shifts again, but doesn't change forms, well, not really. He can shift different parts of himself if he wants to, but he's not quite doing that either.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;No..when he shifts his current serpent form grows..thirty...fifty...no to nearly a hundred feet, wings growing in proportion. Yes, its one pissed off shapeshifter and he's not holding back, and no, he's not done shifting, where there had just been one serpent head attached to his body three more branch off and he hisses menacingly at the monk and the knight. He doesn't usually do this, usually has more control. He strikes with two heads each at the monk and the knight.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:471|Dr. Violet Hunter (471)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;     The Blizzaga impacts into Angemon. The freezing cold bashing into him, and frosting him over. He can't move much, due to this. Or at leas,t he can't move much at first. After a moment, he finally breaks out of the ice encasing him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     But. This is an enemy who has only been relying on distant attacks. Magic. Generally, such are a bit frailer. And that is what he is banking on for what may be the attack that finishes off the mage. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He rushes in, flying at a high speed. He holds the staff in his left hand, and swings it in a wide arc. A wide enough arch it might hit the Black Mage in the back of his head. And at this point, he brings his right hand forward, trying to place his palm directly onto the face of the black mage. Again, his hand becomes filled with a massive amount of Light. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;Go to the afterlife, and be peaceful.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     The massive amount of holy energy bursts out, aimed at the face. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;HAND OF FATE!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Gaffgarion emits a grunt of pain at the flurry of slices. His armor doesn't seem to help him at all here, as the samurai seems to find every opening in his armor with every swing. That doesn't surprise him. Samurai are always a pain to deal with, all that disgusting honor and everything. Sometimes it seems to give them strength.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;However, while it doesn't surprise him? It does rather piss him off.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Moving with a speed and precision that might not have seemed possible for a man wearing heavy plate armor, he turns, trying again to bat the sword away. This time he tries to knock the sword to the right, so that the samurai will have to use his left hand (hopefully his off-hand) to regain control of the weapon. That will, with any luck, give the Fell Knight a few extra moments to attack.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Speaking of attack? &amp;quot;I will see you again in Hell,&amp;quot; he growls. With that he tries to impale the samurai, putting all hs weight and force behind a strike to an unprotected area of the samurai's body. Perhaps under an arm, or between the armor plates on his side.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn's monsterous transformation catches both off-guard, the Knight and his martial artist companion both standing wide-eyed at the sheer impossibility that had risen before them. There is not even time to scream for either, and Allyn's attack crushes them both... turning the pair back into ethereal mist from whence they came...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Angemon's staff strike, too, clocks its target hard upside the head and sends the ethereal spectre staggering straight into that holy attack... where his life too is snuffed out once more unceremoniously in a very literal flash...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Gaffgarion's swift maneuvering sees the Samurai's blade knocked aside... where it goes flying into the dirt nearby and vanishes in a wisp of white energy... a sign its host is not holding up well. Before he even has time to grasp the hilt of another, Gaffgarion's sword finds a gap in his armor and penetrates clean through to the other side! &amp;quot;Gac...!&amp;quot; And, suddenly, he too is gone in a cloud of ethereal energy...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Any enemies present left on the battlefield suddenly burst into ethereal mist as well, driting off into the wind as the cursed event ends in silence...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya sees the Ahriman take the hit, she make ssure it's dead, but there comes the sphere of waterit slams into maya while it hurts. It does little more than leave her soaking wet she's howeve dazed from the eariler spell she took. She watches Alyn trandform and she's more than a bit shocked at that. She looks as the enemies vanish and she frowns. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;The source of this, the tale said it's the tree didn't it...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:471|Dr. Violet Hunter (471)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;     Angemon stands down. He reaches for the mostly burnt up robe. While it isn't /perfect/, it's better than no disguise at all. And so, he puts it on again. His wings are thankfully mostly hidden, but the rest of his body is more visible. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;May these undead pass on...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     And, a bit of a pause. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;And, may the pay for this job be worth it.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He begins to look around, trying to see if there is any sort of remains. Honestly, that would be the biggest problem about a mission where you have to kill ghosts to get your pay. How the hell do you /prove it/ if they don't drop anything. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He looks at the others, pondering. &amp;quot;...Well. I will say this, though. All of you are strong fighters. I hope that I might face some of you in battle. Some day.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     A specific look is given to Allyn. Yeah. Angemon is expecting Allyn to need to get some sense beaten into him one day, to keep him out of certain things he shouldn't be getting his mitts into. Like helping Tatsuto. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Once the enemies are gone the now overly alrge and unnatural serpent glances around with all four heads, most of those staring at Angemon, if he was in his right mind at the moment he'd have words for the creature, but he'll help Tatsuto whenever he wants to.. Besides this Dr. person Angemon mentioned isn't who his main concern is right now, its the one that stole the 'cub' from the human 'cub' Tatsuto. The serpent coils up on the ground, glaring with those icy repilian eyes at Angemon, yes, right now this form fits his already abd mood that he's been in lately, but he doesn't say anything. The heads of the serpent all close as the heads settle down. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;your friend the doctor isn't my concern right now Angemon. The Emperor is and I will help Tatsuto as I can.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;as are any who wish to throw off the balance of order and chaos..there must be balance&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;As his opponent begins to dissolve, Gaffgarion speaks again, a growl under his breath. &amp;quot;And when I find you there, I will kill you again.&amp;quot; Suddenly... poof. The ghosts are gone. Gaffgarion checks his blade. No ichor or blood there that he could see. Good, that's less Ladd has to do later. Sheathing the blade, he turns to his allies for this mission, looking to each of them as he raises his visor to see more clearly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Well. With that dealt with...&amp;quot; A pause at Maya's words, and he scoffs, waving a hand dismissively. &amp;quot;Wives' tales, nothing more. I hardly believe each undead that rises springs from this tree. There are more undead in Ivalice than merely in these woods.&amp;quot; His skepticism is clear in his tone as well.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He looks to Angemon, with a measuring look. He's not seen a creature like him before. The statement of the pay gets a chuckle. &amp;quot;'Tis a truly worthy concern, good sir.&amp;quot; And the mention of facing him in battle is met with an almost predatory smirk. &amp;quot;And that is an interesting prospect.&amp;quot; Given how religious Ivalice seems to be, an angelic opponent is an interesting thing to consider!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Gaffgarion looks to the multiple-headed serpent then. Perhaps he's only just now noticed the sheer unlikeliness of that. And wasn't he a Couerl before? Or something like one? &amp;quot;Take care, should you leave the woods thus. You may be mistaken for a monster yourself and vanquished,&amp;quot; he warns Allyn. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion says, &amp;quot;That sounds like the beginnings of a fine heroic speech.&amp;quot; Flatly, &amp;quot;Please, go no farther. Heroic speeches tend to make me retch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;heroic? I do not know about that, but do you know either chaos or order having too much power is bad. Neither one are good if they have power. Balance is what is required and it is my duty to make sure balance is kept between the two.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion says, &amp;quot;There is no profit to be made from balance. In Ivalice, power belongs to those who take it. Whether chaotic or orderly is of no concern to me.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;I left humanity behind a long time ago, I am a beast, an animal nothing more. Animals have no need for things, or power. We react to our surroundings we are not good or evil, we are balanced.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Horrors Revisited</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;BrightEyes52: Created page with &amp;quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/07/20 |Location=Ivalice |Synopsis=The battle between the Archadian invaders and Duke Barrington's soldiers rages on near the Fort City Yardrow...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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|Synopsis=The battle between the Archadian invaders and Duke Barrington's soldiers rages on near the Fort City Yardrow, but there's been reports that the Yuguewood has been rendered impassible to emergency troops and supplies from Riovanes due to unusual levels of undead activity. Put the troubled souls of soldiers long since dead to rest, and help free up the roads to passing wagons!&lt;br /&gt;
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Yuguewood, Angel's Grove - The Yuguewood, east of Fovoham and lying at the edge of the Archadian/Ivalician border, is an ancient forest where trees literally thousands of years old yet live and continue to grow. These ancient trees which can only be found here, known as Yugue Trees, are revered far and wide for their almost mystical ability to transcend the withering bounds of time. The sheer height, mass, and dense foliage these trees naturally have make for a dark, and relatively cold, environment in which strange things grow and thrive like nowhere else. Especially the deadly Mosfungus, the spores of which can drop a man dead when inhaled in large quantities.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Here, the dense shade of the Yugue trees almost literally blots out the sun, its rays penetrating only sparsely through the gaps in a vast sprawl of leaves overhead. During the day, this forest is teeming with wildlife of all kinds... from the harmlessly cute to the utterly deadly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;At night, however, it is said that the forest takes on another kind of life entirely...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Many, many, bloody wars have been fought in this forest since men began to walk the earth. The blood of the slain has run like rivers here, and it is speculated by some that the reason for the Yugue Tree's long life span is because of it. Corrupted by the blood, of which their roots have doubtlessly partaken, these trees yet live by syphoning the life energies of the dead... producing the ghastly monstrosities which are known to wander about beneath their branches at night.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Whether 'tis true or not, ... there certainly is truth to the rumors of the unrestful dead...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...As the sun begins to reach the end of its journey in the sky, so too does another journey begin. The migration of souls long dead across the aether, their spectral forms taking on appearances they once had in life. They fade into existence alongside the roadway which winds itself through the forest center, between what are now known as Fovoham and Gallione. As these spectral figures appear, so too do the magically-sensitive creatures of the forest - drawn from all around by their presence. Descending from the sky, wading through the foliage, and clawing their way out from the earth they come... marking another haunted evening in what is wistfully referred to as 'Angel's Grove'...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;OOC: Enemy List: Skeletal Fiend, Bonesnatch x1 (http://goo.gl/irRHxw), Ahriman x1 (http://goo.gl/6EhCro), Monk (F, Ghost) x1, Black Mage (M, Ghost) x1, Knight (F, Ghost) x1, Samurai (M, Ghost) x1, (http://goo.gl/0OeShT)&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:471|Dr. Violet Hunter (471)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;     The Confederacy does not have unlimited resources, whether it be in material goods, or liquid assets. This is why Violet has decided to have a presence here, tonight. She has been looking for various mercenary jobs. Things that would not interfere with the Confederacy or the Union, but would be useful to build up her wealth. Having found this job, this undead extermination job, she deemed the pay worthy. She herself will not set out to deal with the undead, though. Instead, she is sending one of the various Digimon who work for her. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     A cloaked figure walks through the forest. Most of his figure is wrapped in a brown cloak, including his head. Bits of blond hair flow out from the hood, though most of his face is difficult to see, especially within the only light being the faint moonlight that glimmers through the trees. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He looks upon the undead, considering them. They are, really, a bit strange to look upon. He is familiar with ghosts. Or at least, ghosts of a certain type. But, this is a bit different. These are actual, true undead. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He lifts his right hand. As it sticks out of his cloak, it seems to be covered in a white glove, made of some unknown material. As he holds out his hand, a golden staff appears in it, out of nowhere. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He doesn't attack. Or at least, not yet. These dead... They deserve an honorable battle, before they finally pass on into the next world. A surprise attack on them would, indeed, be efficient. But that would not be an honorable passing. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He shall simply wait a moment, until they notice him. Or until they notice any other living beings who might be wandering in this forest as well. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Angemon says, &amp;quot;Hm. Are the other mercenaries in the Yuguewoods on this frequency?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The large sabertooth hadn't even heard about this job, or that there were undead, but he hadn't really been himself for the alst little while. He thought perhaps doing a little wandering around a palce he had come to like being in would help, whatever it was that had been bothering him for some time. The locals never seem to bother him, seeing as they always just assume he is one of the things that they call a 'coeurl' when he is in any of his feline forms, despite the fact he doesn't have those long whiskers, nor does he seem to have an affinity for lightning.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That suits him just fine though, because as he's been lately he'd probably rather not be hounded or chased around. At fifteen feet long and with those eighteen inch long sharp teeth that doesn't fit into his mouth, well, he's probably close to the biggest specimen that they have seen. He's also been lucky that most of the other wildlife hasn't taken too much interest in him, but that might be because it's easy to tell he is a predator, especially in such a form.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He stalks about quietly, patrolling or something like that, when he lifts his head and sniffs the air and a quiet snarl comes from him as he notices something just not right. He turns his head in the direction of the undead and watches them for a few moments. He's not sure if they wont just think if they can think that is, think that he is just a normal piece of the local wildlife as well. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;Yes. I am the large cat.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;It seems there will be local help for this one. Of those 'wandering the forest', there's another figure as well; a large figure in dark armor, armed with a sword and a shield. A gray moustache can be seen under the helm. Goffard Gaffgarion may or may not be recognized by the non-locals here just yet, but he may just change that.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He stands ready for battle as the undead appear. Seems his usual tricks won't work here, with the undead. That's all right, this is precisely why he /didn't/ bring the Blood Sword. He had also requested Ladd remain with Melody, since the boy seemed noticeably upset by the mention of undead, and Gaffgarion didn't want that fear to cause Ladd to do something stupid. He /did/ still have use for a Squire, after all.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Practiced eyes sweep over the battlefield-to-be, marking positions of potential allies as well as potential enemies. Someone in a brown robe, with a staff and ... is that a Couerl? He'd have to be careful then, Couerls were bad news. Strangest-looking Couerl he'd ever seen, though, with less whiskers and more teeth.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;  -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion says, &amp;quot;Aye. Who might...&amp;quot; Pause. &amp;quot;...A talking Couerl.&amp;quot; Paaaaaaause. &amp;quot;Eh, why not? If the dead may rise in this forest, why can not Couerls speak?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Angemon says, &amp;quot;If you must have my name, it is Angemon. And... cat beast, though I have not met you, I recognize your voice. You have had dealings with some of my allies, before.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Angemon says, &amp;quot;Let us give these warriors the honorable deaths they deserve, though, and let them pass on. I will deal with you another time.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;Well.. I am not exactly a couerl. I am a shapeshifter.. Oh? Dealings hmm? I am not sure if that is good or bad.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion says, &amp;quot;Goffard Gaffgarion, professional sellsword. Would that I could say 'twere a pleasure to meet you, but dealings with the undead are rarely a pleasure.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Angemon says, &amp;quot;You stood in the way of my commander. Dr. Violet Hunter. And you are friends with that boy. Satou. But. I will ignore you for today, to deal with the undead.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion amused, &amp;quot;Aye, this lot has enough of murder in mind.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;I agree, undead before any other situations..&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya is good to help hunt down problems like this still she wasn't sure about this place She didn't like the undead and was often eager to pounce upon such a place. She had her plans to deal with it. She had her plans, and yes much of it involved fire if it was a lgiet things. Maya takes a moment to look over the monsters. There were several undead before her along with several others. She narrowing her eyes a bit. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;It seems the dead do not stay in their graves. This is far too much like home.&amp;quot; It seems this place is indeed cursed, it's time to clean house.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She pulls the rifle off her back and makes ready.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The restless spirits of battles long past, at first, seem almost too complacent. The human amongst them simply standing around and idly casting their gaze over the forest floor, even being blanketed in darkness does not seem to hinder them any. The Samurai, a tall blonde man with three separate swords belted to his waist and dressed in flowing robes, clasps his right hand about a scabbard idly. As he does so, some manner of leather-skinned, one-eyed, bat-like creature soars in on wings of deepest black to perch in a tree branch up high. The creature of orange skin, an Ahriman, blinks the massive eye that makes up its center slowly... rolling its souless black iris about the landscape below.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;From behind, a pair of skeletal creatures finishes clawing their way out of the soil - emerging in the tattered cloth garbs they more than likely died in. Not an ounce of flesh to be seen. In fact, their very bones seem to be subtly dancing upon the air as if suspended from a puppeteer's strings. No doubt animated by some manner of vile magic. The form of their bones has not the appearance of human ones though...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...The peace is not to last however.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Pulling a curved sword free from its scabbard, the Samurai shouts, &amp;quot;...to arms, men! To arms!&amp;quot; as though rallying his soldiers for battle once more, and then charging directly for Gaffgarion to swing the weapon toward the Fell Knight! At the Samurai's command, the undead fly into motion and charge at anything or anyone who is not clearly -yet- dead! The Monk and Knight - garbed in robes of blood red and black both - are first to charge after, bearing down on Allyn with a near-simutaneous sword swipe and punching combination whilst the Black Mage conjures a burst of flame to fire upon Angemon in tandemon with a frigid burst of magic from the Skeletal Fiend!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Finally, the Bonesnatch staggers toward Maya, a sphere of elemental water rising forth from an open hand into the moonlit air - as the Ahriman soars overhead, looking for an opening - and then launches the elemental magic in her direction with all haste!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:471|Dr. Violet Hunter (471)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;     As the flame and ice come in upon the cloaked figure of Angemon, it lifts its staff to block, albeit inefficiently. His cloak is aflame, now, while part of it is also frozen solid. His main goal is to earn the money, but he also has a goal of 'not causing a major stir'. He was picked for being the most efficient fighter against undead, based on guesses at what the undead might be weak against. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He is glad, though, that there are not too many people from this world, present. This land is supposed to be incredibly religious. He, and his commander, do not want to cause a stir. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     Still, with this company, it should be relatively safe for his true form to be seen. And so, he throws off his cloak. His true form is somewhat glorious, emitting a holy seeming light that fills the area. He is white clad, and with blue ribbon over parts of his body, including his left arm. His head, including his eyes, are covered by a metal helmet, with a cross-like symbol upon it. His long blonde hair flows behind him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     Most stunning of all are likely his wings. Three pairs of them, stretched behind him. Who knows how he was able to hide these behind the cloak. But, by all appearances, Angemon does, in fact, sem to be a sort of Angel. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;HOLY ROD!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He grabs hold of his golden staff, with both hands. He turns towards the skeleton first, bringing it in upon him. He is aiming to strike into the skull of the beast, attempting to bash into it with most of his strength. The rod itself emits a holy power as it does so. Not really 'divine', honestly. More of simply connected to a holy element, or a light element, however one would want to put it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     After his swing, he steps back. He is trying to ensure that both of his enemies are within his 'sight'. Though his eyes are masked, it seems he still can see, somewhat. And it's better if both the wizard, and the skeletal beast, are in front of him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;You have been in this world too long. I shall let you pass on to the next world. May you both have an honorable death, in combat.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion grumbles, &amp;quot;A warning would have been appreciated, O Feathered One.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Angemon says, &amp;quot;I apologize. I was hoping to clear these out before anyone had seen me. I also was hoping my cloak would be a bit more fire retardent.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion says, &amp;quot;Understandable, fire does tend to be a powerful motivator.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn roars in pain as he is attacked by the monk and the knight. He growls lowly and tries to circle around them, looking for an opening. Who should he go after first. The knight might be the more difficult of the two, seeing as its armored, so he supposed that will be the logical choice. He then pounces at the knight and tries to bite into it, lets see if his saberteeth can open the tin can?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;Fire isn't very nice most the time. I got singed a number of days ago fighting.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Suddenly there's an ANGEL on the battlefield, and Gaffgarion is looking in that direction, eyes wide in shock behind his visor. &amp;quot;What in the...?&amp;quot; He doesn't get farther than that. Due to being distracted, he didn't quite get his shield up in time, and the curved blade of the samurai found purchase between the joint at his left shoulder, his shield arm. Barely managing to parry the remaining strength of the blow with his sword before his arm was cleaved from his body, his sword struck that of the samurai and batted it away. He bares his teeth at the samurai, a low growl rumbling in his throat.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Regardless, he didn't get his reputation for brutality by being nice. So he rushes the ghostly samurai, attempting to bat the blade away with his shield. Hopefully this will give him an opportunity to stab in an unprotected place. He doesn't care if they're undead or not, as long as he can stab them. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion sounding conversational, despite the clashing sounds. &amp;quot;Ah, yes. The beast resembling a combination between flying eye and lizard. Leave that one if possible. 'Tis the only one from whom I may drain strength should I find my own flagging.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;as you wish&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya looks at the Bonesnatch and does not mve her gun. No she's got another plan in mind for the undead beaing and she's going to do she reaches for a fate card. She moves quicky avoiding the worst of it's attack. What does the junker have in mind? She's casting some sort of spell. If one knew Maya and how she made use of magic? It would be clear that it's not one of her more violent spells. It's a healing spell it seems, what's not commonly known is what her healing magic can do to the undead. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; This bonesnatch is about to find out as Maya cast a healing spell upon it, which is going to do some very nasty things to it. It's actually going to hurt it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Angemon's rod strike is well-aimed, but these puppets of bone are not quite as clumsy as they may look. The creature weaves, attempting to dodge, but even so the rod slams into its shoulder and sends it staggers a few steps away. This does give the Digimon a bit of breathing room, as intended. But it's not all-together much, considering the Black Mage is practically within breathing distance by now. Once again, sparks of flame lance from the black robed boy's fingertips toward the Angel - this time bigger than the first - even while the Skeletal Fiend lumbers forward shortly after to swing a bony knife-hand chop toward him as well!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Samurai is thrown back by the shield parry from Gaffgarion, but fails to drop his blade as intended. Not merely that, he also manages to bring the blade to bear to deflect -most- of that stab. It still cuts his inner thigh, shredding etheral robes and opening a gash. But what spills out from the wound is not blood, but energy! Angered by the wound, however, the Samurai jams his sword back into its scabbard and grasps the hilt of another. &amp;quot;Legendary sword that kills freely...!&amp;quot; He calls, before drawing the blade and then quickly jamming it back in! &amp;quot;...Asura!&amp;quot; Within in an instant, the sound of steel cutting at the air comes and a ghostly blade begins to appear from the aether to cut at Gaffgarion! If he isn't swift enough to sense the movement of magical energies, he may just be getting cut!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The knight whirls in place as Allyn attempts to slip around behind, the Bite is successful in latching onto his shoulder and tearing at ethereal flesh - causing the knight to cry out in pain even as the etheral flesh dissipates into ghostly energy. The Monk leaps at Allyn again, however, relentlessly baring down on the large cat with a barrage of pummeling punches even as his fighting partner recovers!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Bonesnatch continues to advance steadily on Maya, even as the orange-skinned devil settles in behind her, and when the healing spell is cast - it lets out an anguished hiss as black energy pours forth from eyes and mouth into the ambient air. Even so, it lifts a clawed hand once more, conjuring yet another sphere of highly condensed water - this one larger than the last - and hurls it in her direction! The Ahriman, meanwhile, leaps into the air and begins to beat its wings... somehow channeling an unusually strong gust against her in the doing!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:471|Dr. Violet Hunter (471)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;     Angemon lifts its staff up in response to the flames. He twirls the staff in one hand, rapidly. The flames impact the rod, dispersed by the force of its spin. Some of the sparks still fly through, though, causing some minor burns on Angemon's skin. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     Then, in comes the Knife Chop. Angemon quickly stops the spinning of his staff, and instead brings it in to push away the arm of the Skeletal Fiend. This isn't meant to harm. It's just meant to get the attack out of the way. But if he does this right, it should leave the skeleton open to attack. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He now holds the staff with only his left hand. His right is pulled back, and glowing with a firey aura of holy energy. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;HEAVEN'S KNUCKLE!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He punches forward, trying to strike his knuckle straight into the Skeletal Fiend. From the knuckle, a column of light bursts out. This column stretches forward, hopefully engulfing the Black Mage as well, all within this righteous light. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     Angemon then leaps back, his wings flapping. They do not flap enough for a creature of his size to fly, but despite this, he is now floating in the air, a bit further back from the undead. Readying for his next strike. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn growls as he is pummeled by the monk, but he was distracted by the night. He's hurt, but he's not going to let that stop him. He turns his head and snarls at the monk for punching him that hard, but that's alright, it's two on one isn't it? He doesn't just stand there and take it though, he shifts forms, no longer that sabertooth cat, but now a large winged serpant, he coils his body around the monk and squeezes as tight as he can.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Odd how Gaffgarion seemed to be able to better tell what was going on magically than with a physical attack he should have seen coming. He feels the pressure differential as the spectral blade starts to form, and ducks, pulling away from the spectral samurai before he suffers much more than a nick on his armor.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That distance he pulls back lets him concentrate on something else. Ever seen a Knight use magic? Energies of flame start to gather around him. And as he raises the hand of his shield arm into the air, the hand clawed and open, he proclaims, &amp;quot;Out of the ground, raze all greenery with flame! /Fira!/&amp;quot; Careful, anything near that samurai might get a little torched too, even if Gaffgarion's spell misses!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Well now this is where things get interesting she sees some of the undead still have some minds to them. She seems actually sad, these are not liches, they are not people who sold their souls for power or to flee the reaper. No they were people who got caught up in the curse of this place. So it's simply just putting them back to rest, that has been denied from them. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Maya looks at the Bonesnatch gets closer again Maya moves to react but she's not quick enough she's caught in the sphere of water, and if you ever belly flopped you know how water can hurt on impact, the wind doesn't help much either as she starts to lose her footing but as she drops Maya lets off another spell, rolls and comes back up. What did she cast? A fire spell which attempts to catch the Bonesnatch in a pillar of flame. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Maya's back on her feet now and getting to moving again not wanting to sit still.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Both the Skeletal Fiend and the Black Mage are caught off-guard by the deft feats of deflection the Digimon brings to bear. When the staff finishes twirling, the pair have barely even had time to re-group to begin another assault before the Holy-powered Knuckle and its blinding aura crashes into their frames and send both flying away!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Both go rolling across the ground, but the Black Mage is thhe first to spring to his feet again - even as whisps of white energy drift into the air away from him. Leather-encased hands twitch, thrust together in a cupped fashion then sprea apart again as he fans his arms out in a circular fashion slowly, &amp;quot;...Swirling bolts...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A crackle of thunder can be heard overhead, as lightning arcs across the sky.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...gather together and strike! Thundara!&amp;quot; With a brilliant flash, and a thudering BOOM, the heaven's open and out pours a searing lightning strike... headed straight for Angemon!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Gaffgarion's deft evasion of his Asura technique earns a scowl from the undead Samurai, but he has little time to do more than advance a step or two before a torrent of flame is unleashed upon his spectral form that sears his ethereal flesh and blasts away yet more of the energy which composes him into the air! Crying out, as he raises his arms defensively, it takes him a moment or two to realize he was not outright obliterated by that as he imagine'd he'd be! Still, the battle is tiring him already - as the hand that moves lazily to another of his sword hilts shows. &amp;quot;Evil souls of the Dark, gather here...!&amp;quot; He intones, pulling the sword from its scabbard as he swings it forward to cut the air between them. Vile energies begin to pour forth from the ground, &amp;quot;...Koutetsu!&amp;quot; ... before howls of horrifying shrillness would fill the ears of alllll gathered as the summoned evil spirits charge Gaffgarion down and attempt to inflict their choking darkness upon him!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Monk is bound up in Allyn's coilsreadily, not at all expecting the creature before him to shift into another shape entirely! The crushing force of Allyn's attack leaves him unable to fight back, even as his energies dissipate into the air. This forces the Knight to have to charge in, bashing at Allyn's snake-like form with his shield in an attempt to stun the creature in the hope to free the Monk!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Bonesnatch lets out another shrill, but otherwise unintelligible, cry as the flames threaten to encompass it and burn away all but its very soul. Yet more black energy pours away from it, and it staggers, possibly about to collapse already. It's while the Bonesnatch is distracted that the Ahriman flies into Maya's field of view again, and its eery singular souless pupil locks onto her face. There would be a momentary subtle glow, that swiftly expands from pupil to the rest of the eye, and if she does not look away swiftly... she may (if she feels pain) soon find her body wracked with sudden BURNING pain as the Ahriman's gaze sends a flood of unholy energy through her!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn hisses in pain as the knight's shield bashes him, which of course has him releasing the monk as he's forced backwards. He shakes his head seemingly stunned for a few moments. He almost loses his shifted form, but recovers before he can shift to his hated human form. He glares coldly at the monk and the knight with those retilian eyes. He needs a new form, but no, he flaps his wings and coils his body and hurls himself at the knight, mouth open wide as he tries to swallow the knight whole, he may be weakened, but he isn't done for yet. &amp;quot;Die again you unnatural monster.&amp;quot; the serpent hisses coldly at te dead knight.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:471|Dr. Violet Hunter (471)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;     There is one problem that one faces sometimes, when you are an aerial target, and you are holding a large golden rod that would be good at conducting metal. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     The burst of electricity flies true, impacting into Angemon. His entire body is shaking due to it. He stays calm, though, immediately launching into his next attack. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He lifts his staff, spinning it above his head. At the same time, he flaps his wings rapidly. The combination of wings and spinning is all simply to power up as he leads into his next attack. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     A massive tornado begins to spin around him. This tornado is also being filled with the holy light. As he spins his staff more and more, its force simply increases. Possibly even tearing some nearby trees from their roots. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     Angemon speaks. Calmly. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;You have fought well. But, move on to the other side, and find peace.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     And then, he points his staff forward, ending the spinning. The tornado flies forwards, towards the skeletal beast, and the Black Mage. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;GOD TYPHOON!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Darkness? Really?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Gaffgarion is only marginally harmed by this attack, and even then only by sheer virtue of it attempting to do horrible things to a living soul. And despite being dark, he is still living, to whom the touch of death is still painful. He defends against the worst of the charge, whether it's because of his shield or because his own powers are just as dark as the energy that was leveled at him.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Pulling the shield down, he notes, &amp;quot;Poor choice of attack, wraith.&amp;quot; Again Gaffgarion rushes the samurai, looking to bash his shield into the ghostly warrior's guard (or his face) and stagger him, so the slice he aims across the wraith's neck will /hopefully/ connect.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya is not having a good days he's already wet and battered, she's lucky she's not one to wear white really. She however has more than just the undead Bonesnatch to worry about right now,. She's got the strange demon looking at her as the blast she feels pain, she's feeling a whole lot of pain the unholy energy ravages Maya's body she screams trying to make it stop and lashes out with a spell without thinking. Lightning launches from her finger tips at the Ahriman! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She tries to get up but even the lingering pain is a heck of a lot to deal with that hurt, that hurt so damn much it shouldn't have hurt that much, why /did/ it hurt that much?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn's attempt to swallow the Knight whole ends, rather unceremoniously, with an undead Knight running around in circles flailing in a panic as a snake on his head attempting to swallow him. While that may be embarassing for both parties involved, what comes next is no less so. The Monk exhales slowly, before bringing his focus to bear and channeling energy into his ghostly form. His entire body, crimson robes and all, throbs with glowing white chi. &amp;quot;Burning Anger Rising...!&amp;quot; The aura thickens, and he falls into martial stance, &amp;quot;...Burst!&amp;quot; The aura swells almost to exploding as the area around him glows ghastly white, and he thrusts his right fist into the air toward the pair. &amp;quot;Aurablast!!!&amp;quot; Suddenly, an eruption of powerful chi erupts forward from the Monk's body in a wave... speeding straight toward Allyn and the Knight!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Skeletal Fiend and the Black Mage, meanwhile, are certainly having a time of it! The tornado conjured by Angemon surges toward them, ripping up foliage and tearing massive branches loose as it goes, before sweeping them into its Holy fury and then tossing them skyward!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...And it takes them quite afew moments before they impact the ground again, almost literally on top of one another! But while the Fiend's body gives way, turning into whisps of black mist upon impact, the robed Mage still finds the strength to push himself up... slowly... and his fingers begin to writhe in the air once more... producing frigid mist... &amp;quot;Howling winds, speak of forgotten truths...&amp;quot; The mist coalesces together in front of him as a large volume of cold, wet, air while the ambient temperature in their immediate area plummets practically in tandem. The mist rises into the air, and then a forceful clapping of hands comes, &amp;quot;...Blizzaga!&amp;quot;, followed by the mist collapsing to form giant shards of ice that fall toward Angemon!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Samurai attempts to side-step Gaffgarion'sa shield bash, still managing to get smashed in the right shoulder with it and thrown off-guard. It staggers him, but he brings that sword to bear again and charges Gaffgarion headlong. &amp;quot;...You will soon know the cold embrace of death, knave!&amp;quot; The Samurai finally chooses to address him properly... right before executing several swift, lethally-intentioned, strikes with his blade against Gaffgarion in quick succession!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Ahriman squeals, body seizing as lightning lances from Maya's finger tips and strikes it. It quickly collapses to the ground, rolling across the dirt, as the Bonesnatch wades in again for last attempt against the girl's life. This time, with a wave of both hands in the air above its head, it conjures a massive sphere of elemental water almost literally from thin air and attempts to drop it on her head. As it does so, it gives up the last of its energy... causing its bony undead form to collapse!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn doesn't seem to really feel the attack from the monk, but he lets go of the knight's head and starts to flie off a little ways. He feels himself losing control though it seems, he is just a dumb beast after all. He shifts again, but doesn't change forms, well, not really. He can shift different parts of himself if he wants to, but he's not quite doing that either.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;No..when he shifts his current serpent form grows..thirty...fifty...no to nearly a hundred feet, wings growing in proportion. Yes, its one pissed off shapeshifter and he's not holding back, and no, he's not done shifting, where there had just been one serpent head attached to his body three more branch off and he hisses menacingly at the monk and the knight. He doesn't usually do this, usually has more control. He strikes with two heads each at the monk and the knight.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:471|Dr. Violet Hunter (471)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;     The Blizzaga impacts into Angemon. The freezing cold bashing into him, and frosting him over. He can't move much, due to this. Or at leas,t he can't move much at first. After a moment, he finally breaks out of the ice encasing him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     But. This is an enemy who has only been relying on distant attacks. Magic. Generally, such are a bit frailer. And that is what he is banking on for what may be the attack that finishes off the mage. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He rushes in, flying at a high speed. He holds the staff in his left hand, and swings it in a wide arc. A wide enough arch it might hit the Black Mage in the back of his head. And at this point, he brings his right hand forward, trying to place his palm directly onto the face of the black mage. Again, his hand becomes filled with a massive amount of Light. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;Go to the afterlife, and be peaceful.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     The massive amount of holy energy bursts out, aimed at the face. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;HAND OF FATE!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Gaffgarion emits a grunt of pain at the flurry of slices. His armor doesn't seem to help him at all here, as the samurai seems to find every opening in his armor with every swing. That doesn't surprise him. Samurai are always a pain to deal with, all that disgusting honor and everything. Sometimes it seems to give them strength.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;However, while it doesn't surprise him? It does rather piss him off.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Moving with a speed and precision that might not have seemed possible for a man wearing heavy plate armor, he turns, trying again to bat the sword away. This time he tries to knock the sword to the right, so that the samurai will have to use his left hand (hopefully his off-hand) to regain control of the weapon. That will, with any luck, give the Fell Knight a few extra moments to attack.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Speaking of attack? &amp;quot;I will see you again in Hell,&amp;quot; he growls. With that he tries to impale the samurai, putting all hs weight and force behind a strike to an unprotected area of the samurai's body. Perhaps under an arm, or between the armor plates on his side.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn's monsterous transformation catches both off-guard, the Knight and his martial artist companion both standing wide-eyed at the sheer impossibility that had risen before them. There is not even time to scream for either, and Allyn's attack crushes them both... turning the pair back into ethereal mist from whence they came...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Angemon's staff strike, too, clocks its target hard upside the head and sends the ethereal spectre staggering straight into that holy attack... where his life too is snuffed out once more unceremoniously in a very literal flash...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Gaffgarion's swift maneuvering sees the Samurai's blade knocked aside... where it goes flying into the dirt nearby and vanishes in a wisp of white energy... a sign its host is not holding up well. Before he even has time to grasp the hilt of another, Gaffgarion's sword finds a gap in his armor and penetrates clean through to the other side! &amp;quot;Gac...!&amp;quot; And, suddenly, he too is gone in a cloud of ethereal energy...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Any enemies present left on the battlefield suddenly burst into ethereal mist as well, driting off into the wind as the cursed event ends in silence...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya sees the Ahriman take the hit, she make ssure it's dead, but there comes the sphere of waterit slams into maya while it hurts. It does little more than leave her soaking wet she's howeve dazed from the eariler spell she took. She watches Alyn trandform and she's more than a bit shocked at that. She looks as the enemies vanish and she frowns. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;The source of this, the tale said it's the tree didn't it...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:471|Dr. Violet Hunter (471)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;     Angemon stands down. He reaches for the mostly burnt up robe. While it isn't /perfect/, it's better than no disguise at all. And so, he puts it on again. His wings are thankfully mostly hidden, but the rest of his body is more visible. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;May these undead pass on...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     And, a bit of a pause. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     &amp;quot;And, may the pay for this job be worth it.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He begins to look around, trying to see if there is any sort of remains. Honestly, that would be the biggest problem about a mission where you have to kill ghosts to get your pay. How the hell do you /prove it/ if they don't drop anything. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     He looks at the others, pondering. &amp;quot;...Well. I will say this, though. All of you are strong fighters. I hope that I might face some of you in battle. Some day.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;     A specific look is given to Allyn. Yeah. Angemon is expecting Allyn to need to get some sense beaten into him one day, to keep him out of certain things he shouldn't be getting his mitts into. Like helping Tatsuto. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Once the enemies are gone the now overly alrge and unnatural serpent glances around with all four heads, most of those staring at Angemon, if he was in his right mind at the moment he'd have words for the creature, but he'll help Tatsuto whenever he wants to.. Besides this Dr. person Angemon mentioned isn't who his main concern is right now, its the one that stole the 'cub' from the human 'cub' Tatsuto. The serpent coils up on the ground, glaring with those icy repilian eyes at Angemon, yes, right now this form fits his already abd mood that he's been in lately, but he doesn't say anything. The heads of the serpent all close as the heads settle down. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;your friend the doctor isn't my concern right now Angemon. The Emperor is and I will help Tatsuto as I can.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;as are any who wish to throw off the balance of order and chaos..there must be balance&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:493|Gaffgarion (493)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;As his opponent begins to dissolve, Gaffgarion speaks again, a growl under his breath. &amp;quot;And when I find you there, I will kill you again.&amp;quot; Suddenly... poof. The ghosts are gone. Gaffgarion checks his blade. No ichor or blood there that he could see. Good, that's less Ladd has to do later. Sheathing the blade, he turns to his allies for this mission, looking to each of them as he raises his visor to see more clearly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Well. With that dealt with...&amp;quot; A pause at Maya's words, and he scoffs, waving a hand dismissively. &amp;quot;Wives' tales, nothing more. I hardly believe each undead that rises springs from this tree. There are more undead in Ivalice than merely in these woods.&amp;quot; His skepticism is clear in his tone as well.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He looks to Angemon, with a measuring look. He's not seen a creature like him before. The statement of the pay gets a chuckle. &amp;quot;'Tis a truly worthy concern, good sir.&amp;quot; And the mention of facing him in battle is met with an almost predatory smirk. &amp;quot;And that is an interesting prospect.&amp;quot; Given how religious Ivalice seems to be, an angelic opponent is an interesting thing to consider!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Gaffgarion looks to the multiple-headed serpent then. Perhaps he's only just now noticed the sheer unlikeliness of that. And wasn't he a Couerl before? Or something like one? &amp;quot;Take care, should you leave the woods thus. You may be mistaken for a monster yourself and vanquished,&amp;quot; he warns Allyn. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion says, &amp;quot;That sounds like the beginnings of a fine heroic speech.&amp;quot; Flatly, &amp;quot;Please, go no farther. Heroic speeches tend to make me retch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;heroic? I do not know about that, but do you know either chaos or order having too much power is bad. Neither one are good if they have power. Balance is what is required and it is my duty to make sure balance is kept between the two.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;-&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Goffard Gaffgarion says, &amp;quot;There is no profit to be made from balance. In Ivalice, power belongs to those who take it. Whether chaotic or orderly is of no concern to me.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; -&amp;lt;RADIO: 5&amp;gt;- Allyn says, &amp;quot;I left humanity behind a long time ago, I am a beast, an animal nothing more. Animals have no need for things, or power. We react to our surroundings we are not good or evil, we are balanced.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;BrightEyes52: Created page with &amp;quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/07/08 |Location=Ivalice |Synopsis=The town of Woodfaire, outlying Riovanes in Fovoham, is under attack by Archadia, but not by its soldiers! T...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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|Date of Scene=2014/07/08&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=The town of Woodfaire, outlying Riovanes in Fovoham, is under attack by Archadia, but not by its soldiers! The ruthless machiavellian conqueror has unleashed monsters upon the hapless village, including a fearsome Behemoth! &amp;lt;Location: Woodfaire, Fovoham, Story Mission&amp;gt;*&lt;br /&gt;
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|Cast of Characters=129, 183, 211, 236, 307&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Woodfaire, Fovoham - Fifteen Minutes Ago: It's an ordinary day by he looks of it, and the sky is as clear as crystal all the way to the horizon. The heat of the mid-day sun bears down on all from near directly above in the expanse of the firmament, as cheerful songs of sparrows ring out into the air. The village here, composed primarily of straw huts and tents with the occasional actual house - even by this eras standards fairly low tech, is host to many persons young and old... judging by the sheer quantity of people bustling busily about its square. There's metal workers, working stoves beneath the burniing heat of the sun, and visible farmers and farm hands here mostly but the occassional muddy panhandler or lout wallowing about near the thatched housing isn't too uncommon either. In the square, there even appears to be a village food prepatory area... the fires of which are going even now.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; But from somewhere outlying the village, a great bellow comes... and the trees marking the forest's edge begin to quiver before a violet-skinned, impossibly muscular, beast begins to emerge from the trees...Now: There's screaming that can be heard all of the way into the town square and out to the outlying edges, acccccompanied by the high-pitched ringing of a bell that can be heard for possibly miles around. People run throughout the streets, in a horrible state of panic, as a fire blazes in the town center from the food preparatory being decimated... having set ablaze the straw weed around it. A great, violet-skinned, monster with horns the curl like gnarling vines... it forcefully shoves its way violently through a nearby wooden structure with all the force of a train on the tail end of what is apparently another missed charge - meant for the sorry sods ielding rusted daggers and pots on their heads in the square...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;It's kind of odd, how whenever the large wolf finds himself in a bad mood he hears about something attacking somewhere. Like the other day with those undead, no he wasn't in a bad mood during that, but afterward. Today those the dire wolf looks to be in a rather bad mood as he arrives, but another fight is just what might get him out of it. He hadn't even settled on what form he was going to take, having been shifting back and forth randomly. He stops for a few moments and watches the beast, but then also glances around to see if he's not the only one to get here, he's not sure he'd want to fight that alone, but there are people that might get hurt.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Another day, another call for help. Wait, but hadn't she thought that very same thing yesterday?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Well, whatever. The happenings of the do not always need to have effects on the present, especially in situations like this. Regardless of however many lives were at stake yesterday, there are even more today. This is something Mizuki has slowly started to re-learn since coming to the Multiverse.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    As per the usual, Mizuki soars in with her wings outstretched, but she's not invisible today. No, she's fully visible... and others watching her from afar may mistake her for a bird of prey or an an angel of death. And they would be wrong... unless they were speaking metaphorically. But this time, there's no time to waste on theatrics. She gets down to business immediately, throwing one of her stasis fields out in front of her. Once she does, she holds out her sword and travels at incredible speeds... straight for the beast's tail.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    No tail means less balance, and no method of defending itself from behind. Or so she hopes, anyway.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Out taking the coeurl for a stroll, the barded feline-like beast turning into the town. Upon the back of this beast is the Shinki, the black spot upon the large feline's back. &amp;quot;Something isn't right around here.&amp;quot; the loud roar... &amp;quot;That way Keesha. Let's check that out. If Lute can tame something that large, then maybe we can.&amp;quot; she smirks, &amp;quot;How I'd love to show up that man. Though, wonder if Master would be mad? Nah!&amp;quot; The coeurl takes off in the direction of the roar, whiskers flailing backwards while the Shinki holds on tight.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron doesn't have his chocobo this time, because it would bring too much attention to him. It's clearly not Ivalician. And he's not in that robe either; being mistaken for that 'Thunder God' person once was enough for him, thanks. He's been exploring this world while dressed normally (for him). It probably has brought far less attention. With his apparent age and scars, he probably just looks like a soldier from the Fifty Years' War.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Roaring and screaming and crashing -- oh my! Never a good sign. Fortunately Auron was close by. Always good to know another world if you get too involved in its dealings, right? And speaking of 'getting involved in another world's dealings', he's heading towards there he heard the roaring from, to see what's going on and if he can help out.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Behemoth releases another monsterous bellow at the commoners wearing pots it is doing combat with. A violent shake of its furry mane, accompanied by dragging a hindhoof through the dirt comes afore an audible snort. The thing rears back on its hind legs, only to come crashing back down on its forehooves and charge again... this time both mewn wielding rusty daggers run for their lives!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The village is chaos now, and the smoke from the wildfire burning in the square can no doubt be seen for miles around despite the dense forestation of this area. Every man, woman, and child seems to be running near aimlessly away in panic... no doubt making it difficult to actually reach the square for those on the ground.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Behemoth doesn't seem to take much notice of any challengers arriving just yet, it mostly just seems to be flailing and kicking about madly like a pissed off wild animal. That is why, Mizuki's attempt to cut off the tail misses its mark by a bit - the monsters instead throwing its bulky hind legs out to be cut upon by that sword from above.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A pained roar of furious anger comes.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Then, suddenly, ... it turns its beady gaze upon Mizuki and its nostrils flare... before it charges toward her madly in an attempt to run her down for wounding it!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn glances at the wildfire and the running people as they panic and then eyes the monster again and ponders if he should try to help the people or help Mizuki with the creature. Then Auron arrives and he knows Mizuki will get help, but still the wolf is in a bad mood. So he cirles around the creature once it looks like it is going to go after Mizuki and rushes in to leap for its back so he can bite on it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    The coeurl charges in, launching itself into the air before summoning blasts of magic from its whiskers towards the Behemoth. Landing and skidding to a stop, the Shinki frowns, &amp;quot;Run if you don't want to end up dead by it. And if you need further incentive to run, I will lay claim to this town as well!&amp;quot; Fuki spins her scythe around and points towards the Behemoth, &amp;quot;Keesha, target found. Let's show Lute who can tame the better monster now, shall we?!&amp;quot; The coeurl gives a nod and charges forth, Fuki flying towards the Behemoth with scythe bared. &amp;quot;Hmm, interlopers. Well, perhaps I can put them to use...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Mizuki comes to a halt some distance from the beast, letting it throw its tantrum before making any further moves. But pretty soon, she's having a staring contest with it... right before it comes straight for her! Mizuki is lost in thought, though. 'My, if only I had a toreador's red flag,' she thinks. Ah, but...! Gasp! It's right there! Her reverie is interrupted just in time for her to fly and avoid the brunt of the strike, but one of its horns does smack her leg but good.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Nnngh...&amp;quot; Mizuki's face contorts. It would appear that the malicious purple invader isn't the only one pissed off now. &amp;quot;... you... pathetic...&amp;quot; She quakes for a moment, holding her leg with one of her hands and quaking. &amp;quot;Disgusting, vile, putrescent, demonic,ugly,grody,horridMONSTER!&amp;quot; You could almost see the flames in the back of her eyes if you looked hard enough. &amp;quot;This is UNFORGIVABLE!&amp;quot; Mizuki dashes, coming to look the monstrosity in the face. While there, she attempts jabs to both of its eyes.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Time radiation explodes, and the next thing anyone knows she's by its right arm, hacking away. Then, its other arm, and then she attempts to finish what she started with one of its legs. She goes on like this for a while, aggressively time hopping to do what damage she can... until she suddenly stops. She blinks a few times, and her cheeks become ever so slightly... rosy.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;A-Ah...&amp;quot; She giggles lightly, waving a hand. &amp;quot;... that was rather undignified...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Villagers mildlessly running around in panic, and a Behemoth there. Even Auron recognizes that monster. They have those in Spira, too. Though Spiran fiend Behemoths tend to be two-legged. They're still dangerous, wherever they're from. Definitely not a beast one wants to be anywhere around when they're raging!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    There are too many people here, too many to push through immediately. Too many people that can die if someone doesn't act. Besides that, Mizuki and Allyn are quite powerful. Fuki as well. He's confident the three of them can take care of themselves. That in mind, the whole 'too many people around' is the first thing he tries to do something to help. Besides, it also gets the villagers out of the way of the Elites actually fighting the thing.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    So instead of immediately going for the Behemoth, Auron turns his attention to the villagers. This is probably going to be like herding cats. Hopefully he's authoritative-looking enough that he can get through to panicked people. First he picks some of the less-panicked people and tries to conscript them into helping him herd people to a safe area, well away from that monster, and that fire. This may very well be 'out of the village' if that's the only place that's truly safe.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Another feral roar escapes monsterous thing as it all but misses it target. This time it comes skidding backwards across the dusty ground, disappearing momentarily through the smoke of the nearby fire, and skids to a halt right in front of a large Ash tree. It then proceeds to throw /another/ tantrum - striking the tree with its hooves hard enough to snap its base like a twig - and charges Mizuki again even as the Ash tree crashes to the ground!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The bursts of energy fired off by Fuki's Coeurl collide with the body of the beast mid-charge though... knocking it off balance and sending it tumbling before it can get very far at all. Through the rising dust of the sandy soil kicked up, and the smoke of the nearby fire pervading the area, Mizuki's onslaught pretty much connects everywhere it was intended to... slicing flesh and meat and spilling the beast's blood onto the ground.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;But Mizuki may notice, slow though this creature may be... attempting to cut through this beasts's laayers of dense muscle tissue is like trying to cut through a steel rod with a kitchen knife. And it is for this reason, the beast defiantly rises again, bellowing angrily, before Allyn roars in to clamp down on its leathery hide with bared fangs!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;While Allyn is now in for a wild Rodeo, courtesy of angry Behemoth, Auron's attempt to herd people fares somewhat better. Though many ignore, or attempt to ignore him outright, some do listen - primarily men - and he'll soon find he has at least a small mgroup of cooperative people helping him to stem the panic and make sure the women and children get away safely.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That Behemoth, on the tail end of its fourth or fifth successive rage, suddenly seems to decide to charge Fuki and her Coeurl down! But rather than attack them directly, it gores a large, open, wooden crate and then flings it through the air at her with a toss of its head!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn growls as he's bucked around on the behemoth, he wishes he'd been in a cat form to give himself a bit better grip to hold on, ah good idea, he shifts his form into his lion fomr and sinks his front claws into the beast's skin, but the ride is still quite bumpy. He does his best to hold on, while scooting along the beast as he can, trying to get close enough to the monster's thrpat. He wont make it there yet, especially if he gets thrown off, he's going to try to cut the thing's air off at least. He roars angrily at the beast. &amp;quot;You picked the wrong angry cat to tangle with&amp;quot; he tells the beast. You don't taste very good either, do you?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Mizuki is a bit more well prepared for its charge this time, and deftly dodges by swooping... up. After it skids to a halt, she smirks.This time, she swoops down, holding on to her sword as she goes. She aims straight for the Behemoth's head. For the brief time that she's in the air, though, she's able to see Auron leading people to safety. She smiles just a little. 'Such nobility some people possess,' she thinks to herself. Oh, and... uh. There's a gigantic, charging, mutant cheetah thing too. Does... it have noble intentions too? I guess we'll just have to wait and see.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Fuki's eyes shift as another being pings into her internal radar. Another Unionite. &amp;quot;Hmm.&amp;quot; she looks down, petting down her Coeurl's head as she lets out a smirk, &amp;quot;Come on, Keesha. Let's see if we can't paralyze it.&amp;quot; The coeurl nods, only to snatch Fuki out of the air with her maw and run. &amp;quot;HEY WHAT ARE YOU...&amp;quot; the crash of the large crate nearby... &amp;quot;Ah, thank you...&amp;quot; and a drop of the Shinki as the Coeurl lets out a pained roar. Even if her voice isn't carried far, &amp;quot;Distract it, I'm going to try and tame the beast. I have my ways to send it down to the ground!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    The whiskers on the Coeurl start to charge, a low growl coming from it as it crawls back up to fours, aiming its body towards the Behemoth. Fuki, meanwhile, flashes out her scythe into another scythe, one dripping with acid. &amp;quot;Let's see if whittling it down some will help...&amp;quot; and off she charges towards the beast.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    That the people mostly don't listen to him is no surprise to him. He's not from this village and is noticeably not Ivalician. So it's good that he can find people to help him out. It would have been costly time- and strength-wise for him to have to bodily carry people to the safe zone. Not that he wouldn't do it, mind you.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    The fire is another problem. If it's not stopped, it may consume the village. Auron has no magic himself, but there's still a way he can help. His bow. He unfolds the weapon, finds a good place, and fires an arrow at the fire. A Wyverian ice bow will make an 'explosion' of ice where it hits. He's not trying to hit the Behemoth yet. Right now he's just aiming at the fire.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn's refusal to turn loose sees the beast THRASHING madly about in circles in the square, kicking and shaking its tremendous heft as hard as its powerful muscles will allow! He's managed to make it, temporarily, so furious that it doesn't even pay the dropping Mizuki any heed. Because of its flailing, she does miss a direct stab to the crown - but her sword manages to not only cleave off portions of its gnarly horns but skirt the flesh of its neck as well and spill yet more of its blood!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The tiniest fighter, Fuki, does manage to cut into its comparitively massive hide also... leaving a nasty burning wound upon its muscular side!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;This, coupled with Allyn's refusal to GET OFF, sees the mighty beast charging reckless through the town... barreling straight toward that half wrecked house from earlier and attempting to crash though the walls in a furious, roaring, blood rage as Auron's arrow sails overhead!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The arrow hits its mark as well, shrouding the area of the fire in fine mist as it turns the ground beneath to frigid ice. That fire is out almost as quickly as it started.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn isn't really paying attention where the beast is heading, he's concentrating on holding onto the monster with his claws. That's the more important thing right now, but if the beast does crash into that building, he'll msot likely be thrown off. He contineus to cling onto that thick hide with his claws, not wanting to get thrown, but he's not sure that this is working as well as he had hoped. Hey lions are known for their strength though and he smells blood being so clsoe to it. He does glance at the back of the neck where Mizuki cut and for a moment he ponders going for that exposed weak spot.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;But no, the lion is still trying to reach the front of the creature, pulling his ways as best he can from trying to be knocked off, he's not one to give up, he's after the beasts windpipe! well as his ultimate destination and goal.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Mizuki desummons her sword and rushes to the ground, wincing just a bit as she lands on account of the leg injury. But she copes, and uses the opportunity to look over the Behemoth for a weak point. She glances underneath it. No, no soft underbelly. She glances above it. No, as far as she can tell its entire hide is as thick as steel. So what can she do here? Just poke its eyes out?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She shakes her head to herself. She can't take it down, but she can keep it from doing any further harm. Reaching into one of her impossible to see pockets, Mizuki pulls out a rope and... a -gun-? Since when does she have guns?? Bah, whatever. She flies up to look directly at the beast, pausing time and unloading a full clip at each of its eyes. Keeping time paused, she circles around its legs, intending to keep it from moving for a time. When she's done, she ties the most massive knot that she can... and unpauses, letting everything that she had set up fall into place.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    If this pans out as she intended, the bullets would strike the beast's eyes at once. Meanwhile, the ropes would bring the Behemoth to the ground like one of the Hoth Walkers on Star Wars. From a reasonably safe distance, Mizuki watches to see if she'll have her way...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron nods as he notes the fire going out. Good. That's one less problem. Though that does still leave the most obvious -- and most dangerous -- problem. The Behemoth. And since it's heading towards a house, that's something that Auron needs to fix. Sadly, he doesn't have a rope or anything so... time for one of those really stupid things that an otherwise intelligent man should know better than to do!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    In this case it takes the form of Auron trying to get ahead of the Behemoth -- hopefully not too hard, since he'd had to find a high point to fire from anyway -- and pulling his blade to hold securely before him. He's angled it to hopefully entangle what's left of the beast's horns. He's planted his feet and leaned forward, expecting a massive amount of force to come at him. And for the beast to attempt to throw him.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He probably won't have any warning of what Mizuki's doing before he attempts to get where he's currently positioned. Having no time-based powers himself, and not especially being resistant to them, whatever way the events Mizuki set up unfold, he's not likely to see them until they do.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Fuki grins as her scythe digs in and causes wounds, the little shinki continuing her scything assault upon the big purple awesome beast before her. If Lute can tame a large beast about fifty thousand times his size, why can't Fuki tame this thing! About the same, right? &amp;quot;Keesha, Blaster!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    The Coeurl gives a firm nod and whiskers shoot forward, sending a burst of psychic and paralytic energy at the big beast before the Coeurl rushes in in case that doesn't work. &amp;quot;You're coming with me!&amp;quot; the shinki shouts at the beast, readying her scythe once more for something heavy.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The gargantuan beast contines to charge right toward the house even as Allyn clings tirelessly on, swiftly picking up speed with every powerful raking of forehooves across the dusty soil. In this blur, Fuki passes right out of its mostly forward-facing vision... the beast lacking the peripheral sight to track her. Auron's attempting to leap into its vicinity, however, causes the beast to lower its head in preparation for RAMMING SPEED! And, it is just as it does so that time begins to slow to a crawl for the furious beast.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The result of Mizuki's setup is thus: 1) one of its eyes is indeed struck by a bullet, but the other ricochets off its tangle of horns, 2) The rope manages to trip the beast up (but does not restrain it, unfortunately - this is a beast which can kick down trees... rope isn't going to avail too much while it has energy to fight), 3) The resulting fall combined with Blaster making contact sees the beast crashing to the ground head first before turning into a rolling AVALANCHE of muscular heft that threatens to crush everything in its way! ... And Auron is presently in its way, nevermind Allyn who may be getting a several ton full body 'massage' from that thing's rolling heft against the ground!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;At the end of it, there is a dust cloud... and a downed Behemoth... but for how long...?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn roars as he is about to get 'massaged' by the behemoth, well, at least he's quick thinking he shifts his form again, the lion becoming a large giant tortoise with a thick shell. Perhaps the ten foot long, six foot high shell will at least support the weight of the beast. He withdraws his head and legs into the shell so they don't get crushed. Either way it is going to hurt, but its the best defense he has right now! pain is alright, its death thats not, just too bad tortoises have no way to attack, or not anyway that'd actually hurt.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    At this point, even Mizuki is starting to breathe heavily. No, getting knocked in the foot isn't too bad, but seriously. All of these time shenanigans she's been doing have been taking a lot out of her! But still, she has a little left in her, and she's certainly not going to stop fighting until this... -thing- meets its maker. Once it has slid to a stop, she tentatively approaches with small, soft steps, summoning her sword back into her hand. Whatever she does, it's going to have to be strong, and it's going to have to be fast; this is probably the last big attack that she's got. So, after contemplating things for a while, she ultimately decides on something pretty simple.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Another monochromatic sphere appears around Mizuki. Like before, it seems like it's making her move faster, but... what does she plan to -do-? That question is answered shortly as Mimi holds her hand out to her side, and begins to... spin. And she continues to spin like a top for a number of seconds, each revolution bringing the sword around for another hit. Again, and again, and again. No, that's not gonna be fateful, but maybe it'll be enough to make it pass out.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    As Mizuki comes out of the spin, though, she's... staggering. It takes her a while to get out of there, but eventually she's able to take to the sky one more time in a final, lopsided retreat. 'The rest I leave to you all', she thinks to herself, 'so please see to it that it is sufficiently mauled.'&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Nope. Nope. Auron's not planning on moving. Whether it's the head-on charge of the beast or the thing's rolling weight, Auron's got his sword in front on him, flat aimed towards the rolling beast, and his weight leaned forward. If the beast doesn't stop rolling, it'll still impact with his blade. And as soon as it does, Auron digs his feet in as much as possible and throws his weight against the other side of the flat with a grunt of effort.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He's at least trying to keep Allyn from suffering more damage than strictly necessary, to say nothing of trying to preserve the structure the Behemoth is rolling at. Since the people are (mostly) out of the way of immediate danger, he's trying to keep their livelihoods as unscathed as possible. Including houses. Because being homeless sucks.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Fuki gives a nod, smiling at she holds her ear. &amp;quot;Alright. Evacuate the perimiter around the beast. I'll be escorting it out of here and if you're in the way well, let's just say I will have only one use for you and that's on the end of my scythe!&amp;quot; her demands are also met with thunder from the Coeurl, framing around the Behemoth. A grin upon the Shinki's face. &amp;quot;And if you kill it, I'll mark each and every one of you for taking this prize from me!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Mizuki tiredly looks in Fuki's direction, throwing out just one more field to alter the transmission of her voice. To make it louder, since she's just too tired to shout right now. &amp;quot;If you want it, take it,&amp;quot; She inhales, &amp;quot;but you don't have to be so rude...!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Fuki smirks. &amp;quot;Well then. I think I /will/.&amp;quot; With this, she sends a signal... and has herself and the Coeurl latch onto it as strong as they can. Fuki's holding onto the horn and the coeurl's hopped up onto the back, digging claws in.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;For all of several moments, the Behemoth does not move from the spot it fell toward... it certainly seems to be down. Mizuki's encroachment is, at least, initially met with no resistance. But as those cleaving cuts finally slice into the beast's flesh again... it's beady eyes pop open... and a snort comes...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...then all HELL breaks loose!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, despite it's injured state, the felled monster bursts forth from the ground with fervent rage... even as her assault continues to spill more and more of its blood upon the ground. In one, last, burst of adrenaline fueled panic the thing attempts to VIOLENTLY shove her out of the way... pausing for only mere moments to turn and dart full bore toward the forrestation in the distance... with the newly clung Fuki and Coeurl in tow. One lat rodeo for these two is likely... before this thing passes out somewhere from sheer blood loss within the next few minutes as would be apparent from the pool of crimson fluid it left in its wake...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Once the creature is gone, Allyn shifts back to his dire wolf form and growls a little and then stretches to make sure none of his bones are broken, well seems like that shell did the trick. He looks off in the direction that the behemoth went, &amp;quot;and I was hoping I'd get to eat that thing for dinner.&amp;quot; he grumps, &amp;quot;Ah well, maybe I'll track it down or one like it someday and then get to eat it, though I bet it tastes horrid.&amp;quot; he pads over to Auron, &amp;quot;Want to go hunt? I'm still hungry.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Lightning! Auron has a house behind him and a Behemoth in front of him! He can't really move too far. Hence he's nailed by the Couerl's lightning quite directly. And he's holding a very large chunk of metal when this occurs. With a choked grunt he is forced down to a knee. At least the Behemoth is down.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Or wait, NO IT'S NOT! Auron can't do much more than cringe, but luckily it aims its charge in a different direction. With Fuki still clinging to it. Auron's not worried about Fuki. He knows her allies will help her. And if they don't, she kind of deserves whatever happens to her, for being such a deceptive, ruthless creature. His thought?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    'Poor Behemoth.'&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    However, Allyn's words get his attention, and he looks to the shifter. &amp;quot;If you'd like.&amp;quot; The paralyzation is starting to wear off, and he stands, with a wince. He shouldn't be completely useless in the wild; at least one of the Assassins he trained with was an expert tracker in the forest and could hunt quite well...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Hell Hath No Fury</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;BrightEyes52: Created page with &amp;quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/07/11 |Location=Ivalice |Synopsis= aruja Senra has no doubt known troubled sleep for many moons, especially since even his alliance with the C...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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|Date of Scene=2014/07/11&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis= aruja Senra has no doubt known troubled sleep for many moons, especially since even his alliance with the Church has been called into question as of late. But with the Cancer stone's recent awakening came the assassin's cryptic message, &amp;quot;...T'would seem you are fated for better things, Holy One...&amp;quot;. One cannot be too sure of its meaning, but given the fashion of events lately... it likely bodes ill...&lt;br /&gt;
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|Cast of Characters=19, 20, 28, 151, 152, 307&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:28|Hashmal (28)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Today, Mullonde... headquarters of the Chuch of Glabados in Ivalice... seems to be in a state of observable calm despite the war raging on the mainland. This relatively small, island, land mass is home to the Mullonde Cathedral - where the heads of Church affairs oversee its operations far from the prying eyes of the nobility. The Cathedral itself could easily pass for a military fortfication, were it not bearing numerous crosses upon its exterior.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The whole of this gargantuan Cathedral is wrought from mightiest stone, with armed soldiers atop every wall and guarding every door with a steely determination befitting those whose faith in their God is nigh absolute. It is here where only the Holiest of persons are said to be able to tread, without leave of the High Confessor, and it is a bastion of safety from the unholy malice which has threatened to engulf Ivalice as of late.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Darkest days have befallen this nation indeed. The sociopolitical turmoil and war that have embroiled Ivalice have made her as a chalice overflowing. Deepest red... overflowing, with scent of iron and decay pervading... tantalizing the senses with promises of shattered dreams and stolen lives.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;One could almost hears the terrified screams of those staring into the gaping maw of Death, knowing all too certainly that it has come to claim them.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;At some point there comes a shattering of glass from within the Cathedral, and a body flies through and window a crashes into a bookshelf where it is left to bleed upon the floor. It is maimed beyond recognition, it's face and chest shredded as if by enormous claws. Teeth have near severed its head from its shoulders. Through that window, a boomingly feral roar can be heard moving into the distance accompanied by panicked screams.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Outside the Cathedral -&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A behemoth of a creature, which can only rightly be described as a monster, lumbers on its enormous hind legs toward the Cathedral doors. It menaces a small group of armed men clad in evergreen and shining steel. As it lumbers forward, its shadow overtakes every single man... blotting out the sun with its sheer heft. A throaty, low, rumble, escapes the creature... emerging from a chest carved as if from a mountain itself...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:28|Hashmal (28)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;...Bodies of the already dead lie strewn nearby at its feet, blood soaking into the very holy ground upon which they once placed their faith. It t'would seem their &amp;quot;God&amp;quot; is decidedly off his watch today, perhaps...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; And it had all started out as such a lovely day, too. Gorgeous weather, a lovely breakfast with a certain lizardess, and the prospect of getting several valued and trusted compatriots together to try to solve the twisted puzzle that is Ivalice. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja has had quite the time of it as of late. Those who know him would recognize the signs of sleeplessness in his eye. Ainsley in particular would have noticed, the Burmecian often getting up and wandering at night, seemingly half asleep until shook awake. So too has he been mumbling about war, death, heretics, and most prominently of all, muttering the words 'Alexandria' and Riovannes' repeatedly. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; It's his dreams that have kept him 'awake'. Flashes of Alexandrian soldiers, with their Black Mage dolls burning homes and defenseless civilians alike to ash as children cry over the dead corpses of their parents in Cleyra. Dead knights all around a hulking, blurry figure just out of sight, the clash of blades and a shock of blonde hair in the distance. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; But the most recurring dream has been that of rain and mud sucking in the rat's feet as he sinks beneath. Before him, a massive figure in pitch black armor with a girl riding its shoulders, looking little more than a corpse, moving and peering down at the Burmecian as he slowly sinks into the darkness and cold. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja Senra had nodded off just as the local linkshell net had reported the first slaughter. Grabbing Ainsley and his Blaze Gun, the rat made off for the Cathedral. Bodies greeted him. Stumbling, the rat falls as a pure wave of evil hits him in the face. After losing that lovely breakfast, he weakly pushes to his feet. Calling for reinforcements over the linkshell, he soon switches to the Union's channel. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; His eye falls to the massive cat-like beast. Disgust, fear, and some small ounce of recognition hits him. He's felt this before. But /where/? Teeth grit. Even as his souls cries out in anger and agony over the loss of fellow Faithful, so too does the urge to Purge and Judge in Condemnation. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja draws his blaze gun, pointing it at the wall of muscle, fur, and evil. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I am Inquisitor Faruja Senra of the Holy Church. Be gone from this place, Daemon! YE SHAN'T TAKE MORE LIVES FROM THE RIGHTEOUS, VILE WRETCH FROM BEYOND! I SHALL SEE YE SENT BACK TO THE ABYSS IN PAIN AND TORMENT!&amp;quot; HIs voice takes on an uncharacteristic growl, fury overcoming fear as he pulls the trigger of his weapon. Bright, white fire erupts from the end of the weapon as the desire to cleanse overcomes good sense.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    The lizard girl had been trying to keep Faruja from falling apart. Ainsley had recognized the stone and what it is. She had seen a similar problem with that woman they had encountered, the one whose body was overtaken when she perished. There was little doubt in her mind that she needed to be steady and patient for the Burmecian as he was tormented by the stone's effects. She would comfort him at night and, perhaps, help him get an ounce more of rest.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Still, it began to wear on her as much as it did with him.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    When they both arrived to the scene, Ainsley saw bodies. So many bodies. The oppressive evil was lost on her, but she knew that whatever did this... it was the same. It did not care about living people. It would kill everyone in its way. The lizard girl's tired features hardened, a frown appearing on her face. She reached to rub at Faruja's back, comforting him for a moment.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    And then they look at the Lucavi before them at once. She carefully draws her longsword from its sheath. Her fingers grasp the hilt tightly, so hard that her knuckles would be white if not for her scales.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;You will know justice,&amp;quot; she says with a great deal more calm and neutrality than Faruja.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    When Faruja attacks, Ainsley does as well. A bolt of lightning is projected at the tremendous creature with a loud crackling BOOM!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Ferries. Water. Boats. There's been far too much water lately. The others might talk about the pretty view, the lovely water and all that, but all it gives Toph is a horrible sense of vertigo, disorientation and not knowing what's going on around her. This sucks.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    So when the ferry arrives at the island, there's a blind earthbender who is rather eager to get off and get solid ground under her feet once more. The others might just find Toph a bit too eager as she hurries past them, holding onto the railing. &amp;quot;Aaah, land! Why couldn't they have made a port gate here?&amp;quot; she wonders out loud and hurries down the ramp to the harbor. Though the moment her feet touch the solid ground, she can't help but pause and blink, eyes going wide. &amp;quot;Guys... are you seeing /that/?&amp;quot; she demands. Because her feet are certainly picking up something. A large monstrous feline shape. Not to mention bodies. Mangled bodies, if her feet are correct. Which they of course are, no doubt about it. She swallows, her expression determined as she picks up her radio as Faruja's signal hits. Man does he sound angry. Which is perfectly reasonable in such a sitation. Oh well, at least they get something to do now after that boring ferry ride!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Let's get going, guys! Twitchy needs us!&amp;quot; she calls, then steps forward, kicking into the ground to summon up a small earthen wave that she rides onwards towards the cathedral with as much speed as she can muster. For now what matters is to draw the attention of the beast away from civilians and her allies, Faruja did sound hurt... is he really okay?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Closing in on the cathedral, Toph's entrance is loud, dust whirling up as she and the earth she stands on speeds forward... and she roars out as loud as she can. &amp;quot;OVER HERE, YOU DUNDERHEAD!&amp;quot; And let's just throw a rock at it to draw its attention /away/ from her allies.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Having gotten word that there was trouble that his ratman friend needed assistance, arriving Ivalice and shifting to his falcon form he flies quickly to the island, he lands near the ferry and shifts forms again, one he hadn't changed into before, but he wanted to try out.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;So that makes two large felines on the island, well the difference the large sabertoothed cat walks on four legs instead of two. The huge cat looks rather pissed at something, but he's felt that way a lot lately. His pissyness doesn't fade when his attention is drawn to the the abomination and he stretches out his legs rakes his claws against the ground goughing furrows in it. He bounds along towards the cathedral and roars a challenge to the creature, making sure to flash those nineteen inch long canines that come down from his upper jaw. &amp;quot;I'll show you what a real cat can do.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya did not expect to get the call she did from Faruja, When the call of help about an actual demon? That got Maya's attention. There was a part of her that tended to make her not ever think well about such, which had caused problems in the past with some Union Allies. However? Today?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It's going to be a boon as Maya's making her way there with all due speed possible ready for a fight and making use of a magical pair of wings to give her added moblity when it's needed.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:28|Hashmal (28)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;'Another snarl crosses the fell beast's feral countenance as it hoists another man into the air before crushing his windpipe and discarding him in an off-handed manner like so much rubbish. Two more Templar charge, but they are swiftly batted aside by only one of the demon's limbs - wrought from unearthly muscle, taut like steel fibers, and comparative in width to that of a small tree. They soar through the air like dolls of cloth, slamming into the earth a moment later before tumbling across the ground to a stop.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Deep in the skull of this enormous creature, another rumbling growl emerges... eyeless gaze sweeping the area to find his prey and turning to menace them once more...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That is until the Cathedral doors fly open, and its rounded ears twitch with great expectation.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The Demon's gaze departs from them... turning silently in the direction of Faruja Senra as he calls out with all of the zealotry one should rightly expect fro a man of the cloth in this situation. The creature's lumbering frame rises to its full height again, and it takes but two steps forward... the force of both leaving spider cracks in the stone beneath.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Back to the Abyss, thou wouldst send me...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Ainsley's thunder spell cracks overhead... and the spell strikes true... but the Demon seems not to even flinch as the electricity arcs across his unearthly mountainous frame before dispersing. The gout of flame which bursts from Faruja's pistol... however... does indeed strike as well... searing the left pectoral muscle of the beast visibly... and yet it still doesn't even shudder in pain...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...T'would be a miraculous occurrence... truly...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Laughter erupts suddenly from deep within, finished with a searing sneer and a showing of -fangs- upon the arrival of the others... and Toph's thrown rock... which causes the creature to look askance momentarily...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...But it shall not be.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Soon, within the space of a moment, the beast brings a mighty fist to the sky.... before slamming it into the earth hard enough to crater! Toph would have perhaps a moment or so to notice that there is movement within the Earth... before an explosion of rock erupts from beneath... accompanied by a pillar of stone!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    It can /talk/?! Toph's eyes widen in surprise as she hears it speak, mocking them and clearly not about to stop its disasterous rampage. Which means they need to take it down by force, huh? Toph frowns as she skids to a halt. Oh, it can laugh. But they are going to take it down! All of them together can't fail, and for now Toph has no problems distracting it, as she can defend herself well enough so the others can take advantage of the opportunity. Small and fearless, Toph quickly drops into a defensive stance, just about to attack.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    But then she feels it. Movement underneath! Bracing herself, Toph winces as the pillar shoots upwards. Geomancy is still not the same as earthbending, and she honestly didn't expect this monster to use her own element against her! Wincing, Toph is thrown back, but as she lands on her feet and digs her heels in, the blind girl throws both of her arms forward. Since this thing provided her with an earthen pillar... she might as well use it! The split palm attack causes a large rock to shoot out of the pillar, aimed at the beast's head!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    The lightning does nothing. Ainsley hesitates. This creature is a great deal more dangerous than the last monstrous beast they fought. Her grip shifts on the sword and her mouth pulls into a deeper frown. She looks at the blood around them, and then lets out a sigh, glancing aside at Faruja.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She crouches down, and sets her hand in some of it. Then she stands, the blood dripping off of her fingers. She steels her will, and then raises her hand to lick the blood off. A red glow blooms from her eyes, and the blood is sucked into her mouth all at once, turning into a red energy. She feels the fear, the primal terror, and her body trembles for a second from the powerful sensation.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    It felt awful. But she does not see this as unnatural. She sees it as using their blood to honor them, and bring them justice.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    With that extra mana, she charges up her power and points at Hashmal. Her body glows, and she fires a much larger, red-tinted bolt of lightning at him. It is actually not as loud, and instead shrieks like superheated metal as it rips through the air.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    It seems Faruja and Ainsley are two peas in a pod, hmm? Hashmal finally gets to see how she escaped captivity back then, too.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn growls and circles around the creature looking for opening to attack it, maybe this fight will make him feel better, but that's not what he should be thinking about at the moment. He crouches and then springs forward, trying to rake the abomination with his claws.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya tends to hold back about what she is and what she can do, today is not one of those days as she closes in now she looks at the Demon and recoils in horror. She sees it for what it is she looks at it she now smiles. It's not a nice smile, it's not a nice smile at all and it's almost an alien look on her face. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Long ago upon my world demons rampaged. In the end they fell to our ancestors, your time nears demon.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Maya already moving to not fight but pull a pair of cards She mutters something the cards burst into blue flames, yet they are not consume or harmed. Allyn and Ainsley would find some sort of magic effecting them, giving them a pink glow and they would otherwise feel faster and stronger from Maya's magic.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja Senra is a person who's been trained well, and he can't quite hide the shudder of revulsion as Ainsley licks up the blood. He looks away, unwilling to let her see how much it disturbs him. Her intentions are right, but he's simply too dogmatic at times. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Toph, Allyn, and Maya arrive in a timely fashion. It's Toph who launches an assault upon the demon right after he slays more of his Templar bretheren. As the giant lucavi retaliates with earth, the rodent rushes forward. His sword slips from his cane as the rat slowly rises from the ground, magic forming around him. As Ainsley's lightning flashes, the rat lets loose with a burst of gravity! Not from the front, but from behind, one hand pointed away from him! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Some miracles art given to us from Faram! Others art for /we/ to make, His Divine Children! If it shall require a miracle to remove thee from this place, then we shall light this place with the grace of Heaven itself!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja moves in a flash, body propelled like a rocket towards the massive demon as it laughs, blade aimed for the center of it's chest! &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:28|Hashmal (28)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The earthbender's reply is more than sufficient to surprise the fell creature, the speed with which it comes even more so. The airborne rock smashes against its forehead and feral maw, sending it stumbling back a few steps with a violent shaking of its golden mane. Before it even has time to do more than narrow its eyeless sockets, from which only densest shadow can be seen within the Demon's skull, Ainsley's electrical spell too makes contact, and this time it visibly hurts the fell creature enough to provoke a grimace.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Even as the unholy electrical spell arcs across Hashmal's mountainous from, Allyn leaps at him from behind to rake claws across his backside. Blood, red as wine, spills from the gashes... suggesting this 'abomination' may not be quite the abomination he appears to be.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Then, there's a wet, sickening, sound as Faruja's blade buries itself with the beast's left pectoral muscle. At least, as much a it is able... it doesn't even seem to pierce clean through. So hardened is this devil's unnatural physique. Blood spills from the wound, onto the ground below... yet even so the Demon sneers at Faruja Senra... and laughs thunderously with but the faintest tinge of pain tainting the otherwise boisterous howl.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Thy birth is forsaken...&amp;quot; A massive claw swats at the sword, and Faruja, attempting to knock them away. &amp;quot;...Thy faith foundationless... empty... all of God's 'children' founder beneath the tides of lies and deceit which sweep them to ends unknown. ... I see it...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He lumbers toward Faruja, menacing &amp;quot;...as I have ALWAYS seen it... I... undying.&amp;quot; The monster's left fist clenches, sparks of electricity brighter than the mid-day sun dance across its fingers. &amp;quot;...I... the subject of your forefathers, and their forefathers, every nocturnal horror. ... Hashmal... Bringer of Order!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Oh man, this isn't good. Even if her attack hit it in the head and made it stumble, even through Ainsley hits it with lightning, and even if Allyn gets in a nasty swipe, it's not enough. Toph frowns when the large lion turns its attention towards Faruja, the person who needs it the least at this point. Damnit! And even as it babbles, the blind girl draws a deep breath. And then roars out on top of her voice with as much authority as she can. &amp;quot;Like hell you bring order, you overgrown pussy cat!&amp;quot; She throws her hand aside. &amp;quot;Even I can see that this is /chaos/! If you don't stop babbling I'll have to shut your mouth for you!&amp;quot; Hey, trash talking works on most people. Maybe it works on monsters too?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    And just to get her point across and prevent Hashmal from striking out at the others again, Toph leaps forward, her left foot crashing into the ground and causing a fissure to run towards the large beast, the ground shaking as a result. At the same time she unleases a series of large sharp spikes up from the ground around the behemoth.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn snarls at Hashmal when his claws rake into the creature, &amp;quot;Order? You are order? More like you are chaos.&amp;quot; he growls deeply, &amp;quot;Order? Chaos? neither one of those things matter unless there is a balance. I fight for that balance, you are throwing the balance off, but that wont be true for much longer.&amp;quot; With another snarl the large cat tries to viciously bite Hashmal's thigh and sink those long, sharp canines into it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Ainsley notices Faruja's disgust, and it hurts. It's a part of her, but how does she accept it if someone she cares about won't? Instead she locks away the emotion and becomes more calm, more honed. Sharp. She has long since realized that she must become as steel, since the fight with the Conquistador. She will fight with love and fury alike in her heart but not her actions.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    All living beings deserve to have their stories told, she reminds herself.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;You do not dictate the story, creature. You only play a part in it,&amp;quot; she tells Hashmal. &amp;quot;You are a bringer of chaos. You have killed these people and disrupted the stories of their families, their friends, their comrades. You are a perversion of your name, monster. You exist only to make a sickened world thrash in pain.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She glows with more red energy, and she points at Hashmal once more, and grooowls out from the effort of projecting so much mana at the Lion of Order.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;You can't fool us!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja's blade sinks into skin harder than steel, and the weapon snaps off nearly to the hilt. Staggering back, Faruja ducks, letting her blast of mana strike at the beast. The creature's words only infuriate the rat, filling him with venom, hate, and an utter desire to /end/ this creature. His companions speak. It fills him with strength, the temptation of the Cancer Stone ever gnawing at his willpower. He made a promise. Remembering well the sting of Ainsley's hand, it's their support that has his gaze steel and pure contempt enter the rat's gaze, banishing wrath for but a few, powerful moments. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;They art correct. Order is truth. Protection. /LIFE/! Ye art naught more than a ravenous beast for all thine words. Ye hunger, and devour. Flee before our justice, for 'tis blinding. And it shall blind us from our fear, and all that wouldst stop us from our purpose. Speak naught of this world, for ye know naught its people! Its beating heart, a hope for the future of this war-torn land! Let true justice prevail!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; As Toph charges in and Allyn bites at the beast's thighs, Faruja teleports into the air. HOlding the broken hilt of his canesword, and flicking a scalpel from his wrist, he flings both towards the eyes of Hashmal. His accuracy is poor, thanks to is single eye...but his magic isn't. Gravity grips the two weapons, sending them plunging towards the cat's eyes with swiftness and the power of his ideals and purpose. If Hashmal is Order, then if Faruja has his way, it'll be blind.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya is still not moving in to fight no her allies need to be handled and aided in this battle. She's moving to continue into the battle now she looks at Hashmal for a moment. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;So you say demon, so you say, but you seem to be ignorant to my true nature.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Maya pauses for a moment readying a summoning spell of some sort, she takes one card it bursts into flames, a moment later a glowing blue set of runes appears under her feet. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Order? You bring only Gemma's order.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Maya once had a friend an ally a Holy Guard named Bowman, he fell aiding her and her companion and yet his spirit refused to rest. When Maya learned her first summon, she found it was Bowman himself who answered her fall and today it is such the same, the Holy Guard has risen for a moment, not as some foul undead but is here in spirit his phantom like form maintained in the world of the living by Maya's considerable magical power. Bowman drops his blade to the ground unleashing a shock-wave of power right for Hashmal himself. Farjua might remember the style of dress from his and Maya's long road trip upon Septerra it would indeed be one of the Holy Guard of shell three. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I am not of this world it's true, however? I will not suffer your actions against the people of this one!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Bowman's time is over, it's time once more to return to his rest, he turns to give Faruja and Maya a look before the energy allowing him to remain here is used up and he fades away. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Maya thinks to her self, thank you old friend.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:28|Hashmal (28)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Even as Hashmal blasts Faruja ruthlessssly with that deathly electrical spell, his empty stare turns upon Toph... who has taken to taunting him apparently. &amp;quot;...Thou dost not understand the meaning of Order...&amp;quot;, is what escapes him before the fissure crosses the expanse between them and rock bursts forth from the ground to assail him. With surprising swiftness, he avoids nearly every one... smashing through the pillars with the crushing strength of his colossal limbs. But even so, one catches him still... opening a new wound along the length of his left arm. And he growls... &amp;quot;...All is Chaos upon this Godless mortal coil, bastard filth of false Gods crawling upon its every surface... spreading the disease of their existence. All of it will I raze... until the last scream of desperate fear has given way to silence!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, teeth penetrate Hashmal's thigh and a pained and furious roar thunders forth from its chest! To top it off, Ainsley pours on yet another burst of lightning, and this one sees the Demon's frame shudder... its toothy maw clenches tight as a vice as the last of it grounds.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And then Faruja attempts an assault upon the fiend's eyes... a truly effective way to cripple a foe no doubt... and a smart maneuver. Were it not for a single problem: Hashmal's skull is literally devoid of anything except shadows. Thus it is, when the blades are thrust at his face... it does little besides nick the skin of the fiend's feral visage.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And Hashmal growls, once more.... uttering tainted whispers into the air even as Faruja hits the ground... &amp;quot;...Thou hast seen it...&amp;quot; He levels the void of his gaze upon the Holy Rat. &amp;quot;...Thou hast seen the coming of thy own destruction...&amp;quot; Bowman's sword strikes the ground. &amp;quot;...hast thou not...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Hashmal has no more time to torment Faruja with his forboding words... that burst of energy collides with the demon's mountainous frame and once again sends it skidding backward... nearly toppling... and searing the fur from the flesh of its limbs and turning them red.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, Hashmal darts out from the burst of blinding magical energy and charges Toph in an attempt to clothesline her with a trunk-like limb! &amp;quot;...All will kneel before the true King... he whose role and whose strength even the Gods do fear!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja remembers the garb well, and his eye goes wide. &amp;quot;A knight!?&amp;quot; Mutters the rat as he gazes upon Maya's summon. His bandaged Abstractum eye softly glows for but a moment, only to remain dorment. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Lightning crashes over him and the Burmecian screams. Landing in a heap, his robes are blasted away and his armor is blackened as the bolt strikes him right in the chest. Looking up as he's taunted, the rat's red eye stares into the void itself. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Fires of righteousness kindle, and burn. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;CEASE THINE PRATTLING GODLESS WRETCH! IF YE CALL DEATH AND DESTRUCTION ORDER, THEN I SHALL GLADLY TAKE CHAOS!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A deep breath, and he sucks in his anger. Every fur on his body stands on end as he struggles to his feet. 5r&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Thine Order is the order of a cold butcher, that of those whom sign away lives without pity or remorse. Such cold justice is not the light of Heaven, and so long as I live, I shall fight thee and all thine kind! What may lay in mine dreams means naught! God hath given us all choice! And I choose to live and fight for the bright future offered us by the Holy Prophet!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Arcane words spill from him, and with a roar, the grand figure of Bahamut rises. The King of Dragons spits out a breath in contempt, nuclear fire raining down upon the great Bringer of Order, filling Cathedral and ground alike with a brilliant explosion of cleansing dragonfire. Yet, it doesn't seem to even touch the rat or his allies, nor the surrounding building, merely the great enemy before them.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn growls at Hashmal, &amp;quot;King?&amp;quot; the large cat snorts, &amp;quot;You may look somewhat like a lion, but you are no king, especially not of feliens. That would be reserved for my current form. I'm larger than any silly lion, let me show you that.&amp;quot; he leaps away after biting the creature and moves around front and leaps at it again, trying to rake down its chest this time with his claws, hoping to gauge out a good chunck of flesh. &amp;quot;You taste horrible, I'm going to have to drink a lot of water just to wash the foulness out of my mouth.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya Says &amp;quot;An old friend, Faruja, One who refused to stay in his grave.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She wasn't about to argue for the help, if Thanatos gives him a pass back when needed? She's not going to argue, right? She does not under estimate Hashmal he's powerful. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I see, a world purged of life.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Maya narrows her eyes now a bit more and that's when she stops holding back there's a burst of blue flames about her as Maya starts fully tapping her own reserves of power for use against this demon. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Maya's not using her magic yet, or is she he levels her rifle and it opens fire, if one were to pay attention the rifle is drawing power /off/ maya ans rapidly conjuring bullets as she opens up on the demon.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Hey, taunting usually works! Toph snorts as Hashmal criticizes her. &amp;quot;So what? Too much order is just as bad as too much chaos!&amp;quot; After all, she knows personally just how harmful too much order can be thanks to her own history with her family. What is more aggravating how he manages to avoid the blunt of her attack, the spikes merely grazing him and not adding as much damage as she hoped they would! Frowning, Toph steps back, even as the other attacks strike the monster. At least he feels them, that much is certain. But this foe is strong...!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    If only he would stop tormenting Faruja like that. The rat has a weakspot there, that much was evident over the radio. This all gets to him. Better take Hashmal down quickly!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Then... the beast charges at her! Surprise on her features, Toph digs her feet into the ground, gesturing with her arms to summon up earthen armor around her. Because somehow this enemy won't be easy to escape. So it's better to be prepared for a strike. And what a strike. Even as the massive limb connects with the little girl she cries out from the shock as the impact rings throughout her rock armor, though it's dampened somewhat. Tumbling backwards, Toph rolls until she comes to a stop in a crouch, and she makes a pained sound as she gets up defiantly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Toph Beifong doesn't bow to /anybody/!&amp;quot; she states firmly, then brings her arms up and back. A massive pillar shoots out of the ground aimed at Hashmal's gut. Let's hear him babble nonsense with the air knocked out of him!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:28|Hashmal (28)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Hashmal's mighty limb rends through the girl's armor of solid rock, and he sweeps her off her feet and sends her rolling away nigh effortlessly. It is at this time that the fell abomination taunts her, adding, &amp;quot;...When thou hast the power to stand before mine strength, then perhaps your words might find ears less deaf.&amp;quot; A dark chuckle rolls off of is tongue, &amp;quot;...I, Bringer of Order before whom mountains are as pebbles.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Too bad irony has him at a loss. That sudden burst of jagged rock catches him, in his arrogance, off-guard... smashing into his earthen frame before shattering and leaving him momentarily breathless.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Hashmal's right leg tremors, and the swift assault by Allyn manages to finish the job... toppling him and sending him to his knees as yet more of his blood spills upon the ground.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Yet even so, he rises again... with a labored breath. Yet more signs this 'fiend' may not quite be as undying as he claims to be. &amp;quot;...E'en your false prophet knelt before the feet of my Master... so blessed was he in his righteousness that her spirit moved upon him and made him as a God! Filth washed clean by a Holier power than your limited mind can fathom... power to shake the foundation of the world and claim it whole!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, Maya's mana bullets tear through Hashmal's frame and send him stumbling again... blood dripping from his maw as his eyeless sockets widen.....&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Then, he senses the swiftly moving currents of mana, the spirit of the King of Dragons moving up the face of the Heavens... and his gaze turns skyward. Within the space of a moment, the Fiend is awash in the holy fires of the Esper's powerful signature attack. The ground beneath him quakes, rupturing on impact and throwing stone to the sky...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;... Yet even after ALL of that... Hashmal still stands, whisps of smoke rising from seared flesh as he clenches his frame so tightly every muscle bulges.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Let me show the power which you can NEVER hope to overcome...!&amp;quot; A giant fist is brought skward, and then collides with the ground... &amp;quot;Assailants in the ground! It's time to rumble!&amp;quot; Suddenly, the very island upon which they stand shudders... &amp;quot;QUAKE!!!&amp;quot; ...and the ground begins to rupture in every direction... throwing stone skyward!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;You clearly underestimate us!&amp;quot; Toph claims even as their combined attacks hit Hashmal. Arrogance is his weakness, and they will get him for that. With the attack to his leg it seems Allyn is making the behemoth unsteady, opening them further for attacks. &amp;quot;Do you /ever/ shut up?!&amp;quot; Sheesh, is he going to babble them to death? It is strangely satisfying as attack after attack hits, and Toph swallows where she stands. Why is that thing still on its legs? It should be going down! When she feels Hashmal raise his fist though her eyes widen. &amp;quot;Brace yourselves!&amp;quot; she calls out in warning, though it might be too late for the others as the island starts to quake. But being an earthbender herself, of the same element, Toph reaches out to the earth around her as she crouches and slams her hands down on the ground, sweat rolling down the side of her face as she works on keeping the spot she's standing on as still as possible, keeping the earth together. Pure stubbornness aids her, only letting some small pebbles and shards loose. &amp;quot;At least the others aren't too badly hurt, even if she feels bad for not being able to protect them. But this Hashmal certainly has some damn skills over earth as well, even if she hates to admit it. With her hands on the ground, Toph grits her teeth. &amp;quot;Payback time, kitty cat!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    All at once, four massive pillars shoot out from the ground surrounding Hashmal, aimed at the same spot for a crushing effect.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; The creature bleeds, and even seems pained beneath so many blows. Faruja's eye narrows. For a moment, he peers upon the beast, even as some small part of him /quails/ at the mere possibility of the demon's words being true. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Ye hold thyself so high! Yet, ye bleed and suffer as we do! Daemon? Nay. Mayhaps I am mistaken! For ye bleed, and therefore, ye may die, no matter what thine power may be! Speak naught to me of filth and holiness, for ye know naught of either!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Toph's warning comes too late, and Faruja is caught in the shattering, shaking Earth. Stone breaks, and the rat is very nearly swallowed, only to swiftly teleport away. But it's the falling stone that catches him! His good leg dissappears beneath falling stone with a sickening crunch. Pinned to the earth, he screams in pain. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Wrath keeps him awake despite, and as Toph's pillars rise, the rat concentrates. As they crush inward, their force only increases as the Burmecian attempts to crush rock and Lucavi alike into a very tiny ball of muscle, stone, fur, and evil.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn YOWLS in pain and is thrown off the monster when the quake hits and he's bloodied by the bits of rocks hitting him rather hard all over his body. The large sabertoothed cat snarls in definace Hashmal as he climbs back to his feet. &amp;quot;That's it, no more mister nice kitty.&amp;quot; he bares his fangs at the creature and crouches low and leaps upwards at the thing, trying to sink his teeth including those long canines of his into the throat!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya stands her ground s the quake come its foolish but she can be a stubborn woman at times, and this is one of them. She's clearly hurt at this point and is trying to regain her balance, the Junker looks at the demon her eyes narrowing at him again. Those Green eyes look him over as she pulls out one card it bursts into the blue flames and hovers before her. Another is pulled and it glows with the same fire but with a tint of green, she does this one last time as a final card glows red.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;'&amp;quot;It's true that in the beginning there was chaos and the Creator forged order from it and all the worlds that exist in my universe... and yet some of that power still remains.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The magic flares up about Maya as she's clearly working on something rather powerful she's also muttering something a tongue long since fallen out of use on her world save to a very few, she knows it. It's part of a legacy that belongs to her she had to learn the tongue to find her way to the Core of the world once long ago. The only others are those who chased their magical talent to the utmost limits. Energy continues to surge about her as she turns to fully focus upon the demon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The chanting continues, it's not needed but it is a useful focus for Maya in the spell she's weaving she continues to drain magic from her reserves.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Still in the end everything will die, nothing lives forever demon. We may fall, I may fall, I will meet Thanatos face to face when it is my time. It's not now and your time is rapidly running out.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Even Toph might feel a tear in reality as even the earth would be feeling it as Maya is channelling both the power of chaos as her world knows it and Law. She then stops the process of building power and unleashes all of her pent up magical fury upon the demon. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Black.... Hole!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The world seems to compress about Hashmal, as it starts trying to pull him into a rapidly forming vortex of some sort much a kin to how one might expect a black hole to work. It would attempt to drag him down into it's centre and try to crush him for all it's worth, it might be possible to escape but Maya's not holing back!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;BE GONE KIN OF GEMMA!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:28|Hashmal (28)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;GODLESS FOOLS! DECREPIT, FEEBLE, FOUNDERING INSECTS!&amp;quot; The feral, cat-like, monstrosity roars its fury at their continued resistance! Toph and Faruja's combined Earth and Gravity attack manages to pin even the titan who's strength has - until now - refused to falter! The coffin of rock crushes inward, theatening to break the Demon even as he struggles against it... spider cracks inch down the whole body of the stone pillars as muscles wrought from unholy steel bands flex mightly in resistance.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Finally, it breaks... rock shattering against the fell creature's power... perhaps giving truth to his claim of being the one '...before whom mountains are as pebbles.' Yet, even so, these peons are beginning to wear him down so completely that when Allyn lunges for his throat... he barely has the energy to stop him. Allyn's teeth sink in, drawing yet more of his blood, before Hashmal bats him away with furious anger!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...And then...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Black.... Hole!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Hashmal's eye sockets widen in horror as he feels that TREMENDOUS amount of magical power being unleashed at him! His feet dig into the earth, the Demon resisting the pull of the incredible spell with every ounce of energy his body has... &amp;quot;...G-ggrh! How can... how can a Mortal...&amp;quot; His leg muscles bulge, the ground beneath them spider cracking even as the ground all around him gives way. &amp;quot;HOW CAN A MORTAL KNOW MAGICKS... S-SO... ARCANE...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, there's an electrical spark that arcs across his right hand... and then... one spark becomes many and begin to arc all across his body... and even spark off of him and onto the ground. &amp;quot;...You are WRONG...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, the ground begins to EXPLODE about him... but not due to the black hole... the monstrosity's body throbs with RAW magical power... &amp;quot;I AM UNDYING!!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;GIGAFLAREEEEEEEEE!!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, an ENORMOUS EXPLOSION of white hot magical energy erupts from the Demon... sweeping the area and threatening to purge it of any too feeble to withstand its onslaught...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Worry crosses Toph's face when she hears Faruja scream in pain and fall to the ground underneath the falling stone, and she quickly reaches out to lift the rock up and away from him. &amp;quot;Hold on, Twitchy!&amp;quot; The aid from Faruja is appreciated though, and Toph really hopes that he hasn't been /too/ injured. That didn't sound pleasant however... Likewise Allyn's cry causes her to turn her head, but at least he is getting back on his legs. Maya's defiance earns a silent nod of approval, though Toph must indeed express surprise at the magic that she feels the ground shaking. Too bad she can't see it, it ought to be one hell of a sight! The attack pulls on the monster, that is easy to tell. Still, is that enough? Just a little more! One more push to get this monster down!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Toph stands her ground. She has been called a godless fool before, not that she cares! When Hashmal gets mad though, she tenses. Shit. Not good! Hearing the sparks, feeling his movemoments, the blind girl kicks the ground, erecting a wall in front of her and her companions, a desperate attempt to shield them all, keeping her hands on it as she presses up against it, shielding herself as best as she can, clenching her eyes shut as the gigaflare ravages around them. But without Toph close enough to the others, the earthen shields save for her own crumble, and Toph winces.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;... I'm sorry guys!&amp;quot; There's hurt in her voice, even as she focuses on what she knows needs to be done. Hashmal must go down!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Behind her cover, Toph widens her stance, a firm look of determination on her face as she spreads her arms... and reaches out to the ground underneath the feline monster. Immediately, the ground begins to shake. And unless he moves, he will find himself on shaky ground as the earth parts to the sides, turning into a pit filled with sharp spikes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya is pulling a lot of power at once, this strains her, she has a lot to draw from, but you can only draw so much at once. She looks as he calls her a mortal there's an impassive look on her face. She does not give him the snwer he wishes to hear. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;You assume much.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; That's the only reply out of Maya's he's going to get as he counters attack the flare is huge, it's powerful and Maya on magical fire. She goes flying as she's knocked off her feet from the spell, she hits the ground smouldering she's alive but pretty badly off now, she does catch sight as Toph just unleashes all the pain she can upon the demon, she's trying to get back up but not having an easy time of it, nor making much headway.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:28|Hashmal (28)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Mighty though Hashmal may be, unfortnately... his power is finite... at least... in this incarnation... and so, he finally reaches his limit. After unleashing unholy terror upon all gathered, he collapses to both knees... fallen as the Angel he serves. &amp;quot;...Kk... too weak... this Mortal shell...&amp;quot;, he manages to get out before Toph unleashes the coup de grace... rending the earth beneath his feet and causing him to fall...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...But not before grasping the ledge, and struggling to pull himself up one final time. ... A struggle he ultimately fails at, his arms refusing to even produce the effort it takes to budge. &amp;quot;...Your end is still nigh... fools... once the Condemner... cometh...&amp;quot; His fingers begin to slip, &amp;quot;...you will all... be judged.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Loosing his grip finally, he falls down... down... into belly of the earth until finally colliding with the rocky protrusions beneath... this time... they manage to pierce his hide. And silence follows after another tremendous ROAR of anger...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Should they all choose later to peek therein, though, they will see a pool of spilled blood and naught more.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;T'would seem the cat has escaped the body bag for now...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Toph lets out a breath of relief as she feels her attack strike true, and Hashmal continues his incessant blabbering and whining. &amp;quot;Yeah yeah, judge us all you want. Not like we care...&amp;quot; she mutters. But shortly after Hashmal falls, her eyes widen. And then she frowns. Did he teleport away? There is no fooling her feet on that, as she can't feel him. Nor can she hear him, as he would most likely continue unleashing unpleasant curses upon them.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Besides, the air smells cleaner too.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    If the monster is gone through, that means that there are other things to be done. &amp;quot;Are you guys okay?!&amp;quot; she calls out, turning towards Faruja first. It felt like he got the worst of it, and he isn't exactly physically strong to begin with, now is he? &amp;quot;Can you walk?&amp;quot; Concern is on her face, and she also listens for the others.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn yowls again when he's caught in the fire and rolls around on the ground to put it out. He pants some and just lays there for a bit. He's not too badly wounded, but singed and battered and stuff like that. He lifts his head to see the creature dissappear and snarls as he gets back to his feet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Hashmal's gigaflare rises up, white fury that blinds the rat. Its power would be enough to end the injured Burmecian, stuck beneath a stone. For a moment, Faruja Senra watches the whole of his life flash before his eye. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Most would make peace with their mortality. But thoughts of the intense corruption, misery, and pure suffering of Ivalice fills him. So too does the love of those gathered here resonate in his soul. Ainsley, and her pure-hearted love for a deeply flawed, hateful, zealous, if idealistic and just Burmecian. Maya, with her powerful magic, and more importantly, her friendship and willingness to accept someone so different from her world. Allyn, and his close kinship to animals, so primal and pure, following Faruja into the depths of corruption, and the heights of a lost esper's cloister, only to face down a demon while hardly flinching, fearless. Toph, strong, solid, his exact opposite. Chaotic, a little bit dirty, of noble blood...and yet rejecting it for self improvement, strength, and an utter lack of subtlety. Faruja, in his mere mortal shell, draws upon every ounce of strength gathered here as the stone walls given him by Toph fade and utter annihilation faces him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Some part of Faruja recognizes, and accepts, the thought of death. He'd done so since joining the Templariate. It was a knight's duty to die for his people. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; But his people, dead bodies laid behind him, and older ones of nezumi blood rotting away in shallow graves beckon him to live. So too does an old promise remind him of his duty here. To remain. To fix this twisted mess of a country and world. With no other thoughts, Faruja recalls one thing. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Amidst the fire arrayed against him, there's only one solution for survival in his wounded, helpless situation. Friends. And water. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja Senra prefers to live his life like clockwork. Friday is laundry day. His good companions, the three lamia sisters, have all but wrested the responsibility from Faruja lest he be choked to death by simple concerns. For all the chaos in Mullonde right now, the three lamia Sisters are washing a piece of cloth so very important to Faruja. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; It's a gamble he'll take. Drawing one of his enchanted watches, Faruja crushes it in his hand. Ignoring the pain of metal piercing gauntlets and flesh alike, time ceases for a critical moment. Hashmal's power ceases. Calling upon the three sisters, the trio arrive. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He speaks. &amp;quot;...Give it unto me, old friends.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The two younger lamia stare in confusion. The eldest smiles, ignoring the heat and power of magic before them. Prodding her younger compatriots, they use the frozen time to shove away the rock and pull Faruja into their coils. Laying upon the bed of his old friends, it's a simple piece of cloth that the rat takes and flicks across himself as the others hide beneath their own strong scales. Time resumes. Stone weathers, Faruja draws upon Maya's infinitely dense magic, and thrusts back with pure gravity upon that horrid light arrayed against him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; It might be simple cloth, but the wet object Faruja flicks before himself may as well be the mightiest of steel. Moisture evaporates as magical white fire tries to claim his life. Gravity denies the flame it's utter due, skin scorching, fur burning, and the edges of a flag are scored black. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The wet, large form of a Burmecian national flag is made utterly dry, partly burnt and sooted. But it saves Faruja's life as he lays upon the coils of the three lamia. His leg broken, he's supported by the love and kindness of all gathered, snake-coils raising him to look into the eye of one Lucavi Hashmal. For a moment, with such friends behind a mortal man, he is fearless. There's nothing but contempt in his eye. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Ye speak of condemnation? Fool! For this mere bit of cloth hath saved mine life! Look upon it! For 'tis the embodiment of an ideal! A single people, and a single nation! For I am of that people, and yet, of /THIS/ Church! Some wouldst call mine loyalty divided, but I say NAY! Daemon, listen well! I am a weak mortal of Ivalic&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Daemon, listen well! I am a weak mortal of Ivalice, and mine friends of its blood, and yet, of worlds beyond! Alone we art weak, but to gether? Ye stand nay chance against us. Flee. FLEE YE FILTHY COWARD! AND TROUBLE THIS PLACE NAY LONGER! FOR BY THE IDEALS IN THIS FLAG AND THE STRENGTH OF MINE FRIENDS, NAY CONDEMNER NOR DAEMON NOR DARKNESS SHALL STEAL MINE HEART FROM THOSE WHOM I WOULDST FIGHT AND DIE FOR! BE GONE LEST YE TRULY KNOW MINE CONVICTION!&amp;quot; Screams out the rat, surging with magic, conviction, and utter surity in the presence of so many friends. Behind him, as a wind kicks up, his nation's old flag flutters in the wind as he clenches to the cloth with one hand.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Well, if he can scream and berate like that...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Toph sighs yet again, her expression easing up. &amp;quot;Save your breath, Twitchy. We're taking you in to medical, you're going to need it. We all are.&amp;quot; But some more than others. Why, she doesn't even dare punch the rat in the arm at the moment! Instead Toph flops down on the ground now that she knows that her allies are okay, and she pulls out her radio. Might as well call for back up and prepare for a night in medical.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn sees that everyone else is safe and gives a sigh, &amp;quot;I will be going if you have need of me, you know how to find me.&amp;quot; with that he shifts into a winged serpent and flies off for home.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Maya is going to need a trip to medical as well aftre 5rthqt hit and she did ferel Faruja tap her like Theo might tqap that land, ot so she thinks. Eh it could be worse she gets why it happened but Faruja's rant gets a bit of a smile from her. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...I'm going to try to tkae a sample of that blood. We might be able to dine a weakness...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja holds a dramatic pose. Only when Hashmal is assuredly gone does he slump into the coils of his lamia friends. His billowing flag slackens as his gravity magic utterly runs out. The rat doesn't even bother reaching for an ether. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Toph speaks, and Faruja's pose utterly dies into a tired sigh. &amp;quot;Booze or anesthetics. One or the other, mine dear, before mine senses catch up to...&amp;quot; Too late. Faruja's posturing runs out in a stream of words best left untranslated as pain reasserts itself. The rat blacks out shortly after, perfect to be delivered to Union Medical.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Of Stones and Sins</title>
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&lt;div&gt;== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;This Document Is Under Construction&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ==&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
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This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Hasn't occurred yet!'''&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
The Church is, as of now, one of the most powerful organizations in the region of Ivalice - and generally holds considerable sway even outside of Ivalice. Even so, there are powers which are even beyond the Church's ken (Archades). Its history spans more than a millennia of Ivalician existence, and its beginnings date back to the time of Pharism - and the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that a savior arose, roughly 1,200 years ago, a veritable saint whose first miracle occurred when - as a newborn babe - he stood up and declared his village well tainted and that all who would drink of it would die. Many, supposedly, who drank from the well did die of the Black Death shortly after - and so began the life of the savior Saint Ajora Glabados. He would become a man known for slaying the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Lucavi|Lucavi]]''' who threatened Ivalice alongside the legendary '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zodiac Braves|Zodiac Braves]]''' and also for toppling the Holy Ydoran Empire as well... inadvertently. It said that one of his disciples, a man called Germonique, was responsible for the act of treachery which resulted in Ajora being hanged by the Empire. The moment he died, Faram unleashed his unbridled wrath upon Mullonde - then capital of the Ydoran Empire - and sank it into the sea. What was left of Ajora's disciples went on to spread his teachings far and wide... and thus the Holy Church was born... &lt;br /&gt;
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Part of the reason the Church is so powerful, is because it retains a stranglehold on a considerable body of magical knowledge (including some most ancient) and martial techniques (the Holy Sword, etc). Another, more significant, reason is because the Church has the support of the majority of the peoples who participate in its faith and operate the organization itself. Being that the Church is one of the least discriminating organizations on the continent - it has a vast pool of potential from which to draw; also, a vast pool to contribute to its coffers. The Church is, in fact, so wealthy and politically and military formidable that even the King of Ivalice would reconsider attacking it directly. Lastly, the Church has more or less infiltrated every level of society and even woven its way into the fabric of every day life.  This is something which its leadership works very hard to maintain, to see that all future generations of men are swept up in the currents of its faith forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
A hero of the Fifty Years War, and a famous Knight as well as a Cardinal working directly with the High Confessor. He oversees the Templarate - the High Commander of which is one Folmarv Tengille - as well as the administration of the region of Lionel and all of the territories within. He is known to be a charitable, good-hearted, man with a fierce warrior's spirit. At least, publicly.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
A charismatic, idealistic, Knight with a fervent passion for class equality and the demise of the aristocratic system, Wiegraf Folles is a man feared greatly by the upper echelons of Ivalician society for his talent at disrupting the status quo. He, and the group of soldiers he lead during the War known as the Dead Men, became the backbone of a movement to avenge the unfair treatment of the common man after the war's end. As formidable with a sword as he is with a pen, the man works without end to see that the nobility of Ivalice pay their dues in full. Yet, despite his being the de facto leader of a terrorist organization, he strives always to prevent the Corpse Brigade from devolving into a band of brigands and common criminals committing unnecessary atrocities in the name of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
Owner and operator of Baert Trading Company - which engages in far more than trading. This business runs all of Ivalice's mining operations for the Royal Family, and is responsible for other highly sensitive national work as well. It is also rumored to engage in everything from shipping of monsters, slave trade, movement of illegal substances, and organized crime amongst other things. Not much of this has been proven, as yet. Even so, the Lord Viscount was taken into Church custody and is presently being held not only for the attempted assassination of an Inquisitor but also for his role in an incident which left Goug's marketplace destroyed and its miners and citizenry terrorized.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
General of the Order of the Northern Sky and a celebrated hero of the Fifty Years War, Zalbaag Beoulve - despite his relative youth - is renowned for being one of the mightiest men in all of Ivalice. He hails from the family Beoulve, whose lineage has produced heroes and nobles nearly without peer for ages. He is a devout, serious, man whose uncompromising belief in the value of Law and Order has him on the front line of every major battle Ivalice has faced since the war - including personally devoting himself to stifling the rebellion that has recently arisen. His fervent passion for Law does not extend to legislation and politics, however; he leaves much of this to his elder brother Dycedarg Beoulve.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Glossary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
(Note Kings all mentioned below are named only on a first name basis, excepting Ondoria Atkascha. Ivalice, Romanda, and Ordallia's royal families are all related by blood, but it's unlikely they're all Atkascha.)&lt;br /&gt;
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A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington as well as the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Zodiac Braves ====&lt;br /&gt;
A group of Holy heroes whose legend dates back even to the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that, during times of great danger for Ivalice, they will reappear to save it from its impending doom as they always have. Each carries a magical stone, upon the face of which is inscribed one of the twelve signs of the Zodiac. It is also said that these holy stones can be used to summon them.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Lucavi ====&lt;br /&gt;
A band of legendary demons whose strength is said to be able to shake the foundations of the world. The Zodiac Braves vanquished them long ago, however, or so it is said. &lt;br /&gt;
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=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
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This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
'''Hasn't occurred yet!'''&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
The Church is, as of now, one of the most powerful organizations in the region of Ivalice - and generally holds considerable sway even outside of Ivalice. Even so, there are powers which are even beyond the Church's ken (Archades). Its history spans more than a millennia of Ivalician existence, and its beginnings date back to the time of Pharism - and the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that a savior arose, roughly 1,200 years ago, a veritable saint whose first miracle occurred when - as a newborn babe - he stood up and declared his village well tainted and that all who would drink of it would die. Many, supposedly, who drank from the well did die of the Black Death shortly after - and so began the life of the savior Saint Ajora Glabados. He would become a man known for slaying the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Lucavi|Lucavi]]''' who threatened Ivalice alongside the legendary '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zodiac Braves|Zodiac Braves]]''' and also for toppling the Holy Ydoran Empire as well... inadvertently. It said that one of his disciples, a man called Germonique, was responsible for the act of treachery which resulted in Ajora being hanged by the Empire. The moment he died, Faram unleashed his unbridled wrath upon Mullonde - then capital of the Ydoran Empire - and sank it into the sea. What was left of Ajora's disciples went on to spread his teachings far and wide... and thus the Holy Church was born... &lt;br /&gt;
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Part of the reason the Church is so powerful, is because it retains a stranglehold on a considerable body of magical knowledge (including some most ancient) and martial techniques (the Holy Sword, etc). Another, more significant, reason is because the Church has the support of the majority of the peoples who participate in its faith and operate the organization itself. Being that the Church is one of the least discriminating organizations on the continent - it has a vast pool of potential from which to draw; also, a vast pool to contribute to its coffers. The Church is, in fact, so wealthy and politically and military formidable that even the King of Ivalice would reconsider attacking it directly. Lastly, the Church has more or less infiltrated every level of society and even woven its way into the fabric of every day life.  This is something which its leadership works very hard to maintain, to see that all future generations of men are swept up in the currents of its faith forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Feature Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
A hero of the Fifty Years War, and a famous Knight as well as a Cardinal working directly with the High Confessor. He oversees the Templarate - the High Commander of which is one Folmarv Tengille - as well as the administration of the region of Lionel and all of the territories within. He is known to be a charitable, good-hearted, man with a fierce warrior's spirit. At least, publicly.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
A charismatic, idealistic, Knight with a fervent passion for class equality and the demise of the aristocratic system, Wiegraf Folles is a man feared greatly by the upper echelons of Ivalician society for his talent at disrupting the status quo. He, and the group of soldiers he lead during the War known as the Dead Men, became the backbone of a movement to avenge the unfair treatment of the common man after the war's end. As formidable with a sword as he is with a pen, the man works without end to see that the nobility of Ivalice pay their dues in full. Yet, despite his being the de facto leader of a terrorist organization, he strives always to prevent the Corpse Brigade from devolving into a band of brigands and common criminals committing unnecessary atrocities in the name of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
Owner and operator of Baert Trading Company - which engages in far more than trading. This business runs all of Ivalice's mining operations for the Royal Family, and is responsible for other highly sensitive national work as well. It is also rumored to engage in everything from shipping of monsters, slave trade, movement of illegal substances, and organized crime amongst other things. Not much of this has been proven, as yet. Even so, the Lord Viscount was taken into Church custody and is presently being held not only for the attempted assassination of an Inquisitor but also for his role in an incident which left Goug's marketplace destroyed and its miners and citizenry terrorized.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
General of the Order of the Northern Sky and a celebrated hero of the Fifty Years War, Zalbaag Beoulve - despite his relative youth - is renowned for being one of the mightiest men in all of Ivalice. He hails from the family Beoulve, whose lineage has produced heroes and nobles nearly without peer for ages. He is a devout, serious, man whose uncompromising belief in the value of Law and Order has him on the front line of every major battle Ivalice has faced since the war - including personally devoting himself to stifling the rebellion that has recently arisen. His fervent passion for Law does not extend to legislation and politics, however; he leaves much of this to his elder brother Dycedarg Beoulve.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Glossary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
(Note Kings all mentioned below are named only on a first name basis, excepting Ondoria Atkascha. Ivalice, Romanda, and Ordallia's royal families are all related by blood, but it's unlikely they're all Atkascha.)&lt;br /&gt;
A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington as well as the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Zodiac Braves ====&lt;br /&gt;
A group of Holy heroes whose legend dates back even to the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that, during times of great danger for Ivalice, they will reappear to save it from its impending doom as they always have. Each carries a magical stone, upon the face of which is inscribed one of the twelve signs of the Zodiac. It is also said that these holy stones can be used to summon them.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Lucavi ====&lt;br /&gt;
A band of legendary demons whose strength is said to be able to shake the foundations of the world. The Zodiac Braves vanquished them long ago, however, or so it is said. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Logs==&lt;br /&gt;
{{TP Logs}}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
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This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
'''Hasn't occurred yet!'''&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Factions&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
The Church is, as of now, one of the most powerful organizations in the region of Ivalice - and generally holds considerable sway even outside of Ivalice. Even so, there are powers which are even beyond the Church's ken (Archades). Its history spans more than a millennia of Ivalician existence, and its beginnings date back to the time of Pharism - and the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that a savior arose, roughly 1,200 years ago, a veritable saint whose first miracle occurred when - as a newborn babe - he stood up and declared his village well tainted and that all who would drink of it would die. Many, supposedly, who drank from the well did die of the Black Death shortly after - and so began the life of the savior Saint Ajora Glabados. He would become a man known for slaying the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Lucavi|Lucavi]]''' who threatened Ivalice alongside the legendary '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zodiac Braves|Zodiac Braves]]''' and also for toppling the Holy Ydoran Empire as well... inadvertently. It said that one of his disciples, a man called Germonique, was responsible for the act of treachery which resulted in Ajora being hanged by the Empire. The moment he died, Faram unleashed his unbridled wrath upon Mullonde - then capital of the Ydoran Empire - and sank it into the sea. What was left of Ajora's disciples went on to spread his teachings far and wide... and thus the Holy Church was born... &lt;br /&gt;
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Part of the reason the Church is so powerful, is because it retains a stranglehold on a considerable body of magical knowledge (including some most ancient) and martial techniques (the Holy Sword, etc). Another, more significant, reason is because the Church has the support of the majority of the peoples who participate in its faith and operate the organization itself. Being that the Church is one of the least discriminating organizations on the continent - it has a vast pool of potential from which to draw; also, a vast pool to contribute to its coffers. The Church is, in fact, so wealthy and politically and military formidable that even the King of Ivalice would reconsider attacking it directly. Lastly, the Church has more or less infiltrated every level of society and even woven its way into the fabric of every day life.  This is something which its leadership works very hard to maintain, to see that all future generations of men are swept up in the currents of its faith forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Feature Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
A hero of the Fifty Years War, and a famous Knight as well as a Cardinal working directly with the High Confessor. He oversees the Templarate - the High Commander of which is one Folmarv Tengille - as well as the administration of the region of Lionel and all of the territories within. He is known to be a charitable, good-hearted, man with a fierce warrior's spirit. At least, publicly.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
A charismatic, idealistic, Knight with a fervent passion for class equality and the demise of the aristocratic system, Wiegraf Folles is a man feared greatly by the upper echelons of Ivalician society for his talent at disrupting the status quo. He, and the group of soldiers he lead during the War known as the Dead Men, became the backbone of a movement to avenge the unfair treatment of the common man after the war's end. As formidable with a sword as he is with a pen, the man works without end to see that the nobility of Ivalice pay their dues in full. Yet, despite his being the de facto leader of a terrorist organization, he strives always to prevent the Corpse Brigade from devolving into a band of brigands and common criminals committing unnecessary atrocities in the name of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
Owner and operator of Baert Trading Company - which engages in far more than trading. This business runs all of Ivalice's mining operations for the Royal Family, and is responsible for other highly sensitive national work as well. It is also rumored to engage in everything from shipping of monsters, slave trade, movement of illegal substances, and organized crime amongst other things. Not much of this has been proven, as yet. Even so, the Lord Viscount was taken into Church custody and is presently being held not only for the attempted assassination of an Inquisitor but also for his role in an incident which left Goug's marketplace destroyed and its miners and citizenry terrorized.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
General of the Order of the Northern Sky and a celebrated hero of the Fifty Years War, Zalbaag Beoulve - despite his relative youth - is renowned for being one of the mightiest men in all of Ivalice. He hails from the family Beoulve, whose lineage has produced heroes and nobles nearly without peer for ages. He is a devout, serious, man whose uncompromising belief in the value of Law and Order has him on the front line of every major battle Ivalice has faced since the war - including personally devoting himself to stifling the rebellion that has recently arisen. His fervent passion for Law does not extend to legislation and politics, however; he leaves much of this to his elder brother Dycedarg Beoulve.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Glossary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix. &lt;br /&gt;
==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington as well as the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Zodiac Braves ====&lt;br /&gt;
A group of Holy heroes whose legend dates back even to the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that, during times of great danger for Ivalice, they will reappear to save it from its impending doom as they always have. Each carries a magical stone, upon the face of which is inscribed one of the twelve signs of the Zodiac. It is also said that these holy stones can be used to summon them.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Lucavi ====&lt;br /&gt;
A band of legendary demons whose strength is said to be able to shake the foundations of the world. The Zodiac Braves vanquished them long ago, however, or so it is said. &lt;br /&gt;
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=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
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This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
'''Hasn't occurred yet!'''&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
The Church is, as of now, one of the most powerful organizations in the region of Ivalice - and generally holds considerable sway even outside of Ivalice. Even so, there are powers which are even beyond the Church's ken (Archades). Its history spans more than a millennia of Ivalician existence, and its beginnings date back to the time of Pharism - and the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that a savior arose, roughly 1,200 years ago, a veritable saint whose first miracle occurred when - as a newborn babe - he stood up and declared his village well tainted and that all who would drink of it would die. Many, supposedly, who drank from the well did die of the Black Death shortly after - and so began the life of the savior Saint Ajora Glabados. He would become a man known for slaying the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Lucavi|Lucavi]]''' who threatened Ivalice alongside the legendary '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zodiac Braves|Zodiac Braves]]''' and also for toppling the Holy Ydoran Empire as well... inadvertently. It said that one of his disciples, a man called Germonique, was responsible for the act of treachery which resulted in Ajora being hanged by the Empire. The moment he died, Faram unleashed his unbridled wrath upon Mullonde - then capital of the Ydoran Empire - and sank it into the sea. What was left of Ajora's disciples went on to spread his teachings far and wide... and thus the Holy Church was born... &lt;br /&gt;
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Part of the reason the Church is so powerful, is because it retains a stranglehold on a considerable body of magical knowledge (including some most ancient) and martial techniques (the Holy Sword, etc). Another, more significant, reason is because the Church has the support of the majority of the peoples who participate in its faith and operate the organization itself. Being that the Church is one of the least discriminating organizations on the continent - it has a vast pool of potential from which to draw; also, a vast pool to contribute to its coffers. The Church is, in fact, so wealthy and politically and military formidable that even the King of Ivalice would reconsider attacking it directly. Lastly, the Church has more or less infiltrated every level of society and even woven its way into the fabric of every day life.  This is something which its leadership works very hard to maintain, to see that all future generations of men are swept up in the currents of its faith forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
A hero of the Fifty Years War, and a famous Knight as well as a Cardinal working directly with the High Confessor. He oversees the Templarate - the High Commander of which is one Folmarv Tengille - as well as the administration of the region of Lionel and all of the territories within. He is known to be a charitable, good-hearted, man with a fierce warrior's spirit. At least, publicly.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
A charismatic, idealistic, Knight with a fervent passion for class equality and the demise of the aristocratic system, Wiegraf Folles is a man feared greatly by the upper echelons of Ivalician society for his talent at disrupting the status quo. He, and the group of soldiers he lead during the War known as the Dead Men, became the backbone of a movement to avenge the unfair treatment of the common man after the war's end. As formidable with a sword as he is with a pen, the man works without end to see that the nobility of Ivalice pay their dues in full. Yet, despite his being the de facto leader of a terrorist organization, he strives always to prevent the Corpse Brigade from devolving into a band of brigands and common criminals committing unnecessary atrocities in the name of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
Owner and operator of Baert Trading Company - which engages in far more than trading. This business runs all of Ivalice's mining operations for the Royal Family, and is responsible for other highly sensitive national work as well. It is also rumored to engage in everything from shipping of monsters, slave trade, movement of illegal substances, and organized crime amongst other things. Not much of this has been proven, as yet. Even so, the Lord Viscount was taken into Church custody and is presently being held not only for the attempted assassination of an Inquisitor but also for his role in an incident which left Goug's marketplace destroyed and its miners and citizenry terrorized.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
General of the Order of the Northern Sky and a celebrated hero of the Fifty Years War, Zalbaag Beoulve - despite his relative youth - is renowned for being one of the mightiest men in all of Ivalice. He hails from the family Beoulve, whose lineage has produced heroes and nobles nearly without peer for ages. He is a devout, serious, man whose uncompromising belief in the value of Law and Order has him on the front line of every major battle Ivalice has faced since the war - including personally devoting himself to stifling the rebellion that has recently arisen. His fervent passion for Law does not extend to legislation and politics, however; he leaves much of this to his elder brother Dycedarg Beoulve.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Glossary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix. &lt;br /&gt;
==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington as well as the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Zodiac Braves ====&lt;br /&gt;
A legendary group of Holy heroes whose legend dates back even to the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said, that during times of great danger for Ivalice - they will reappear to save it from its impending doom as they always have. Each carries a magical stone, upon the face of which is inscribed one of the twelve signs of the Zodiac. It is also said that these holy stones can be used to summon them.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Lucavi ====&lt;br /&gt;
A band of legendary demons whose strength is said to be able to shake the foundations of the world. The Zodiac Braves vanquished them long ago however, or so it is said. &lt;br /&gt;
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=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
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This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
'''Hasn't occurred yet!'''&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
The Church is, as of now, one of the most powerful organizations in the region of Ivalice - and generally holds considerable sway even outside of Ivalice. Even so, there are powers which are even beyond the Church's ken (Archades). Its history spans more than a millennia of Ivalician existence, and its beginnings date back to the time of Pharism - and the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that a savior arose, roughly 1,200 years ago, a veritable saint whose first miracle occurred when - as a newborn babe - he stood up and declared his village well tainted and that all who would drink of it would die. Many, supposedly, who drank from the well did die of the Black Death shortly after - and so began the life of the savior Saint Ajora Glabados. He would become a man known for slaying the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Lucavi|Lucavi]]''' who threatened Ivalice alongside the legendary '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zodiac Braves|Zodiac Braves]]''' and also for toppling the Holy Ydoran Empire as well... inadvertently. It said that one of his disciples, a man called Germonique, was responsible for the act of treachery which resulted in Ajora being hanged by the Empire. The moment he died, Faram unleashed his unbridled wrath upon Mullonde - then capital of the Ydoran Empire - and sank it into the sea. What was left of Ajora's disciples went on to spread his teachings far and wide... and thus the Holy Church was born... &lt;br /&gt;
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Part of the reason the Church is so powerful, is because it retains a stranglehold on a considerable body of magical knowledge (including some most ancient) and martial techniques (the Holy Sword, etc). Another, more significant, reason is because the Church has the support of the majority of the peoples who participate in its faith and operate the organization itself. Being that the Church is one of the least discriminating organizations on the continent - it has a vast pool of potential from which to draw; also, a vast pool to contribute to its coffers. The Church is, in fact, so wealthy and politically and military formidable that even the King of Ivalice would reconsider attacking it directly. Lastly, the Church has more or less infiltrated every level of society and even woven its way into the fabric of every day life.  This is something which its leadership works very hard to maintain, to see that all future generations of men are swept up in the currents of its faith forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Feature Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
A hero of the Fifty Years War, and a famous Knight as well as a Cardinal working directly with the High Confessor. He oversees the Templarate - the High Commander of which is one Folmarv Tengille - as well as the administration of the region of Lionel and all of the territories within. He is known to be a charitable, good-hearted, man with a fierce warrior's spirit. At least, publicly.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
A charismatic, idealistic, Knight with a fervent passion for class equality and the demise of the aristocratic system, Wiegraf Folles is a man feared greatly by the upper echelons of Ivalician society for his talent at disrupting the status quo. He, and the group of soldiers he lead during the War known as the Dead Men, became the backbone of a movement to avenge the unfair treatment of the common man after the war's end. As formidable with a sword as he is with a pen, the man works without end to see that the nobility of Ivalice pay their dues in full. Yet, despite his being the de facto leader of a terrorist organization, he strives always to prevent the Corpse Brigade from devolving into a band of brigands and common criminals committing unnecessary atrocities in the name of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
Owner and operator of Baert Trading Company - which engages in far more than trading. This business runs all of Ivalice's mining operations for the Royal Family, and is responsible for other highly sensitive national work as well. It is also rumored to engage in everything from shipping of monsters, slave trade, movement of illegal substances, and organized crime amongst other things. Not much of this has been proven, as yet. Even so, the Lord Viscount was taken into Church custody and is presently being held not only for the attempted assassination of an Inquisitor but also for his role in an incident which left Goug's marketplace destroyed and its miners and citizenry terrorized.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
General of the Order of the Northern Sky and a celebrated hero of the Fifty Years War, Zalbaag Beoulve - despite his relative youth - is renowned for being one of the mightiest men in all of Ivalice. He hails from the family Beoulve, whose lineage has produced heroes and nobles nearly without peer for ages. He is a devout, serious, man whose uncompromising belief in the value of Law and Order has him on the front line of every major battle Ivalice has faced since the war - including personally devoting himself to stifling the rebellion that has recently arisen. His fervent passion for Law does not extend to legislation and politics, however; he leaves much of this to his elder brother Dycedarg Beoulve.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Glossary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix. &lt;br /&gt;
==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington as well as the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;This Document Is Under Construction&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ==&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
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This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
'''Hasn't occurred yet!'''&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Factions&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
The Church is, as of now, one of the most powerful organizations in the region of Ivalice - and generally holds considerable sway even outside of Ivalice. Even so, there are powers which are even beyond the Church's ken (Archades). Its history spans more than a millennia of Ivalician existence, and its beginnings date back to the time of Pharism - and the age of the Holy Ydoran Empire. It is said that a savior arose, roughly 1,200 years ago, a veritable saint whose first miracle occurred when - as a newborn babe - he stood up and declared his village well tainted and that all who would drink of it would die. Many, supposedly, who drank from the well did die of the Black Death shortly after - and so began the life of the savior Saint Ajora Glabados. He would become a man known for slaying the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Lucavi|Lucavi]]''' who threatened Ivalice alongside the legendary '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zodiac Braves|Zodiac Braves]]''' and also for toppling the Holy Ydoran Empire as well... inadvertently. It said that one of his disciples, a man called Germonique, was responsible for the act of treachery which resulted in Ajora being hanged by the Empire. The moment he died, Faram unleashed his unbridled wrath upon Mullonde - then capital of the Ydoran Empire - and sank it into the sea. What was left of Ajora's disciples went on to spread his teachings far and wide... and thus the Holy Church was born... &lt;br /&gt;
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Part of the reason the Church is so powerful, is because it retains a stranglehold on a considerable body of magical knowledge (including some most ancient) and martial techniques (the Holy Sword, etc). Another, more significant, reason is because the Church has the support of the majority of the peoples who participate in its faith and operate the organization itself. Being that the Church is one of the least discriminating organizations on the continent - it has a vast pool of potential from which to draw; also, a vast pool to contribute to its coffers. The Church is, in fact, so wealthy and politically and military formidable that even the King of Ivalice would reconsider attacking it directly. Lastly, the Church has more or less infiltrated every level of society and even woven its way into the fabric of every day life.  This is something which its leadership works very hard to maintain, to see that all future generations of men are swept up in the currents of its faith forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Feature Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Glossary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix. &lt;br /&gt;
==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington and the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
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{{TP Logs}}&lt;br /&gt;
==Cutscenes==&lt;br /&gt;
{{TP Logs|Cutscenes}}&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
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The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
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This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Hasn't occurred yet!'''&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
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=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Glossary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
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King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix. &lt;br /&gt;
==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington and the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
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|Date of Scene=2014/06/21&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=The Corpse Brigade launches an attack against the Fort City Yardrow in attempt to free their own from Archadian clutches, inadvertently causing an impromptu battle between the forces of Ivalice and the forces of Archadia. If it spills out into the city, it could harm the citizenry.&lt;br /&gt;
|Thanks=Auron, Allyn, Tomoe.&lt;br /&gt;
|Cast of Characters=6, 129, 236, 307&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of_Stones_and_Sins&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Poses&lt;br /&gt;
|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Yardrow, Fort City -&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It is late in the eve, and densest darkness has fallen upon the Fort City. It is lit only by the light of scattered torches, and that which spills from the city windows. Despite this, the streets are well lit... even more so than usual tonight due to the enormous military presence all around and the light of their torches. Minding every gate and every potential entryway are men clad in steel darker than the night, the helms of which have the menacing appearance of faceless demons. Due to the city being on lockdown, and after curfew, it is unusual to see a common civilian anywhere. It is toward the city center where the torch lights grow brightest, and the presence of men clad in gleaming black steel is thickest. They seem to have a particulary tall building wrought from stone utterly surrounded.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riding in toward the northern gate comes a caravan of knights astride Chocobos, bearing yet more torches, with an ornate carriage taking up the rear. The moving wall of soldiers and transported official make steady progress to, and eventually past, the entryway to the Fort City with little to do. These men are not like the rest, they bear the gleaming silver and gold steels of the Northern Order and the banner that flies over the caravan is much the same. One could speculate on who the carriage's occupant might be, but whomever they are - they are doubtlessly important.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Tonight Yardrow will likely be the setting for an unannounced summit, or so it would seem.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Too bad no one told a certain intruder that it was a secret.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A lit arrow pierces the darkness of the dead of night, sailing toward the caravan as it makes its way up the cobblestone streets. The arrow finds its mark in the side of that ornate carriage, causing its siding to burst into flames. Suddenly, panicked Order knights are flying all about and the occupiers clad in ebon steel are rushing to the scene.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;But rather than cooperation, what transpires instead is the beginnings of a battle. Hundreds of soldiers versus a party of roughly thirty-five men, both suspecting the other had planned something subversive...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...and a figure clad in darkness atop the bell tower at the center of town walks quietly away...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    '...Well ain't THIS just the cutest little clusterf**k ever?'&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Is what Jecht would have said if he'd seen this. And he'd have been right. The people from the caravan are far outnumbered. This looks like it's going to be a slaughter. Auron has other ideas. As soon as he heard it was happening, he headed for a warpgate with a chocobo.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Thus it is that, precisely at that moment, an Ivalician chocobo appears. And sitting astride it is a man wearing what almost looks like a brick-red monk's robe. It's dusty from the road, so the color might be a little more brown right at that moment.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    It's Auron, in his Assassin regalia. Due to the nature of this mission and its time after dark, Auron thought that it would be a better idea to at least /attempt/ to disguise himself. Hopefully he'll be able to get in quietly and make with the Low Profile kills.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He's not coming in unarmed, of course. He's got those hidden blades, the gifts from Altair. And he also has his Katana sheathed on his back. Which might come in handy, with all the armored guys running around.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Injured from a recent battle and limping on his right leg, Allyn in his lion form stalks about the area after he arrives through a warpgate. The fur of his right shoulder, right leg and a couple spots on his left leg are matted with dried blood. He'd probably have been better off just staying where he had been to recover, since he had been just tended to with the basic, but once he had heard a call for help because innocents needed to be protected, despite the pain he had to spring into action, it was who he is after all, protect others no matter what it might cost him, especially those who might not be able to protect themselves. He is grumpy and in a foul mood from the pain and perhaps even a little bit on the feral side at the moment.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He stops his prowling when he sees the larger group of soldiers going after the smaller number and his feline eyes narrow towards them and he growls low. Then he looks around, seeking to find where the innocents might be that need to be protected. He shakes out his mane and then lets out a ROAR to announce his presence.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is here she's very much been involved int his but even so she's not too happy with how things seem to be going. Thsi is going to get ugly as hell as she wondere just how handle things, she comes in with Auron keeping iwth him and her weapons are not even visable at the momentr save for her sheathed blade. She seems a bit on the quiet side at the moment but there's clearly a very attentive woman who knows how bad this is.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Steel clashes with steel and arrows are loosed. Even the sound of rifles being fired can be heard in the distance, mostly from the soldiers in black armor who're crowding the Order caravan. Men push and shove, knocking each other about even as frightened Chocobo's attempt to break loose from their reins. Anyone moving close enough to the panicked yellow birds that they don't recognize would likely be getting beaks and/or claws somewhere hurtful. One of the birds even outright runs off, dragging a knight caught in it's stirrup swiftly down the cobblestone streets.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; By this time, civilians are beginning to poke their heads out... only to be quickly shoved back indoors by Archadian men.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;While all of this is going on, no one... immediately... spots the mounted figure wearing red robes who is attempting to gain entry to the Fort. Not even the ebon-armored soldiers who should be minding the gates. Auron will find that if he should strike at them, they'll fall easily. Their backs are against him, the pair of them lifting their rifles to get a clean shot at some of the Order knights. He'll likely get at least a few of the Archadia soldiers before one on a nearby roof takes notice, shouting... &amp;quot;...I-I-IT'S THE THUNDER GOD! WE'VE BEEN HAD!&amp;quot; And suddenly, everyone else is a little bit less concerned about the Order...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...and more worried about the Thunder God, the... Giant Coeurl?? (No one in Ivalice knows what a Lion is)..., and the mechanical woman charging them down. The Archadian soldiers surrounding the caravan fan out... with some of them targeting the two unexpected individuals who've entered the fray. Auron and Allyn would soon find themselves being fired upon with guns, and charged with bladed weapons, even as many of them continue to struggle to split their attention between the new arrivals and the well-trained Order soldiers.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As for the Order, by now they have managed to evacuate that carriage... pulling the man inside from the burning blaze. And as it turns out, the man himself is no stranger to the ways of the sword. Clad in ornate brown leather armor, with gold and silver trimming, the cloaked man with a mane and goatee as red as the blaze itself draws his sword even as his men gather around his person. The steel of his gaze and the practiced manner of his stance indicates he may well be a seasoned fighter too. &amp;quot;...Damned Archadians. Snakes one and all.&amp;quot; One of the random soldiers inquires to him, &amp;quot;General Zalbaag, perhaps we should flee sir?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Not on my family's honor.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As if it couldn't get any worse for the Archadians now that the &amp;quot;Thunder God&amp;quot; and General Zalbaag of the Northern Order were on the field, it will. Suddenly, out from the alleyways of the Fort City's streets spill a ragtag band of pauper 'knights' - obvious civilians bearing arms. And at their head, stands a well-dressed swordsman wearing earthen green, yellow, and silver cloth. Though possessed of a youthful face, this figure with short chestnut brown hair too has the stance of a practiced swordsman... and the piercing, determined, gaze of a man with copious charismatic spirit. &amp;quot;...You will all rue the day you brought your greed to my doorstep. I will see it dead, and you as well. For I am Wiegraf Folles, defender of Ivalice's common man.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron slipped from the back of his chocobo and sent it into the fray to cause distraction as he went for some of those Low Profile kills. The hidden blades are meant to penetrate between the spaces in armor easily, and they'll do that. Shnk, slump, move on. Quietly dispatching as many as he can. Invariably though, someone's going to see him. When they do, he's expecting open combat. But then suddenly someone on the roofs points him out. Or, well... he thinks it's him. Strange, though... 'Thunder God'? He's not Thor.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Suddenly he's being fired at, and he dives to the side with surprising quickness. Doesn't save him from getting nicked across the leg by a stray bullet. It did keep him from being turned into Swiss cheese, though. Worthwhile trade-off.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Pausing a moment speak into his radio, &amp;quot;We've got men on the roofs. Can you handle them, Tomoe? You can fly.&amp;quot; Then he rolls to the side again, to avoid a blade. Speaking of blades, when Auron gets to his feet again, he pulls the Katana from its sheath and faces the group of Archadians.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    As for the people near him, they might start to see other differences between this robed man and T.G. Cid. The robe is a redder color, for one. And it's not a cloak, as T.G. Cid prefers. Not only that, but what can be seen of the face under the robe is not the bearded visage of the Thunder God, and a scar splits the skin near the right side of his chin. Then again, with all the chaos of battle, it may be hard to tell.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    For his part, Auron tries to get nearer to the man they pulled out of the carriage. Should he be able to do that, he'll ask, &amp;quot;Are you all right?&amp;quot; It's in Spiran, but understood (obviously). In the meanwhile he'll be trying to hold off the Archadians so that Zalbaag can get ready for battle. The appearance of Wiegraf does not go unnoticed, either. Auron's not sure who Wiegraf is going to start hacking into, but he assumes Zalabaag is, for the time being anyway, an ally.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Fired at again? More bullets? He's most likely going to get hit by a one or two of those, seeing as in his condition he's not able to move quite as fast as he normally would. It is afterall, the reason he showed up in this form and not some other, when injured strength is probably better than speed. It's not like he's thought about it though as he's injured and not quite in his right mind, acting more on insinct and survival then anything else.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Seeing the armored men charging for him, he crouches down, waiting for them to come to him, at least it wont take too much pressure on his front legs, once the first armored man he pushes with his back legs and leaps right at him, slashing at the man's head with his left paw to knock the helmet off and pounce down on top of the man. It's not too hard to figure out what the large cat is going to do once that head protection is off though.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe looks to Auron and she nods for a moment &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I'll be on it.&amp;quot; She takes a moment her wings flare into existance behind her and she starts to rise up above the groundf she's gong to attempt to keep things less lethal it's just how she rolls. She's not got no real blood lust most of the time, she's up in the air now rianing osme light magic down on the men on the roof moving to supress them as best she can.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Archadian soldiers fall one by one swiftly to the experienced swordsman in the brick red robes, and the giant cat pinning a soldier down and ripping him a new one causes a few more to back away hesitantly. Even so, it doesn't take long before some of the bolder ones fall in to attack again. The military discipline is strong here, that or the fear of death. Auron and Allyn would find themselves again beset by swords from all sides.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Hearing the man in red robes speak to him through the wall of guards arrayed about him, Zalbaag turns a hard stare in Auron's direction... only for his eyes to momentarily widen. &amp;quot;...My Lord, I...!&amp;quot; and then he notices the strange voice. &amp;quot;...Er, yes...&amp;quot; He averts his gaze, turning it back to the Archadian onslaught charging them down. &amp;quot;...momentarily. But it's not wise for us to let them surround us like this...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He lifts the curved blade he holds, turning it sideways and holding its sheath aloft as well. &amp;quot;...I recommend covering your ears...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Evil souls of the dark, gather here... Koutetsu!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The blade is shoved back into its sheath, and the moment it forms a seal a wave of dark energy fans out from the cluster of Order knights. Suddenly glass shattering howls penetrate the air as evil spirits emerge from the ground and swarm the Archadian occupiers like locusts. They seem to penetrate, rather than strike, at their victims - but the ones who're struck none the less begin to look deathly ill.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Tomoe's magical light show would give the fightrs on the ground some much needed reprieve from bullets, as several fall to the unexpected attack quite readily and the rest turn their guns on Tomoe and begin to fire. One even begins to chant a fire spell, but...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...he is quickly offed by a Corpse Brigade arrow. The Brigade themselves are making a mess of the occupiers as well, but especially their leader...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Absorb power in the sky and strike... Hallowed Bolt!&amp;quot; rings out the voice of one Wiegraf Folles, with two injured soldiers at his feet. With a simple swing of his sword, mighty magical lightning falls from the sky above with a thunderous roar... frying alive anyone in its vicinity.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    That's a very strange look from Zalbaag. And the 'my lord'? Yeah, apparently he thinks, for a minute there, that Auron is this 'Thunder God'. He'll have to research this, find out more. Later. Right now there's a battle to fight. He nods to Zalbaag's words. Sadly, due to having to hold his sword, Auron's not able to cover his ears. So...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    /OW/. Much ow. Okay yeah. That's uncomfortable, and he cringes. However, he's used to pain. So he follows suit. Holding his own sword aloft, he murmurs under his breath something in Spiran that's probably too quiet to be heard over the chaos of battle. Fire seems to float down onto his blade and then... disappear. Except a moment later several nearby enemies get slashed multiple times.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Looks remarkably like a samurai ability that the people of Ivalice might be familiar with...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Surround or corner injured big cat? Not really a good idea, but it's not looking good for this big cat, he pants from the bit of exertion he has been going through. He was already not at a hundred percent. He tries to think of what the best way out would be, and roars in anger and pain at the men surrounding him. That's right before he shimmers and shifts, the form of a small mouse replacing that of the large cat and he scampers between and under soldier's feet, then once behind some, he shimmers and shifts forms once more returning to his lion form and attacks from behind. He uses this tactic again and again, though sometimes it's a different form, fox, mouse, to try and dodge between the men's legs, maybe this way he can make the soldiers think that there is more than one large cat attacking them from out of nowhere and frighten the rest off.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is keeping the guys on the roof as she fires more magical bolds at them like some sort of angry Angel from the looks of her. She gets some cover from one of the Corpse Brigade's archers which she's thankful for. OThers however do catgch her cuasing her a level of pain and visably distorting her avatar reducing it ot wireframe where the impacts are naqsty enough and now she dive bombs them tyring ot really make them keep their heads down.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Archadian opposition is falling in waves now, but even so they seem endless. Hundreds of men, practically carbon copies of one another, all clad in obscuring black steel and darting out from seemingly every place. Auron's Ashura technique sends several sprawling, and several to the ground in a heap. Yet even as they fall, more leap from the nearest building and stalk out of adjacent alleyways brandishing blades and guns. Two with swords charge, followed up immediately by two gun shots from the riflemen at the rear. These guys are either brave, or hopelessly suicidal.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Confusion tactics work well for Allyn, as these soldiers have never been trained to deal with whatever the heck he is. They quite visible dance around, scanning the area with their eyes, as he gets the drop on the first one. Two nearby take turns swinging at him, and miss, and another one falls swiftly. By now they're beginning to panic as their numbers dwindle, attempting to spread out and make it harder for him to target them all in succesion. One even attempts to fire upon him twice as he takes down the third soldier successively, while another casts a flame spell in his direction... sending sparks dancing across the cobblestone!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Tomoe, too, is doin an excellent job keeping the riflemen on the roof focused upon her. Her dive-bombing tactic fells two more, knowing them from the roof and yet even so another casts an Blizzaga spell toward her in an attempt to freeze her where she lands.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;. Zalbaag and Wiegraf and their lot are still sweeping up soldiers nearby as well... and it's only a matter of time until they bump into each other...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Literally.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The pair back into one another, mid-way in front of the burning carriage at the street center. Both turn, staring upon one another for not more than a moment before one of them speaks,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Never thought I'd see the day I got to kill you personally, you lawless deserter!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;It is a fool's mistake to think that you can kill what I am.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Not content to let the pair prattle, several Archadian soldiers immediately line up to die.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...I suppose we have more pressing matters to which we must first attend.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron's blade is bound up by parrying of the swordsman in front of him, thus he has no way to stop the bullets. He shifts as much as possible, trying to avoid them, but one tears into his right arm and he growls. He needs some time. Armored or not, Auron's metal-plated boot planted squarely in the crotch of one of the swordsman is likely to hurt. With that swordsman temporarily out of the equation, he bodychecks the other from behind his sword, and then reaches in his robe.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    What he draws from it is a yellow gem that seems to crackle with electricity. This he holds in his free hand for a moment, channeling energy into it. And then he lobs it in the direction of the enemy soldiers. It's a Lightning Gem, so it's likely to cause a fair bit of damage.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He manages to catch the argument between Zalbaag and Wiegraf, though it's a discussion he'll have to wait to think about. Because there are still enemies!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn continues to use his confusion tactics against soldiers but is caught in fox form by some of the fire spell, he lets out a loud YIP! as his tail gets singed and he backs off some, panting heavily. He's reaching his limit as he's collected new injuries and the ones that had been tended from the previous battle and still fresh have reopened. He finds himself wishing he knew some scarier forms to take on, it'd make this go much faster.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Once he has taken out, or driven off the last of the soldiers that had targetted him though, he growls deeply from overtaxing himself and collapses to the ground, shimmering once more the lion form reverting to his true form a young human man as consiousness slips from him.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is keeping them all focused on them but she is frozen in place she could not stop them forever she's got her blae out however as she attempsto break free, it however leaves the Iron Lily quite open to being attacked she's still dangerous and and seems to be trying to ready a spell on her own.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Archadian soldier that Auron kicks in the jimmies reacts about as well as you'd think one might, clutching at his leather pants and falling to his knees as his legs gives way. The bullets fired upon the legendary guardian of Spira ricohet harmlessly off of his sword and the bodychecked soldier goes skidding. What's left of the soldiers in his immediate vicinity, mostly the riflemen, eat the burst of lightning that explodes forth from that gem and fall about on the cobblestone twitching and disarmed. So much for that lot, but there's still entirely too many more nearby...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Allyn finally gets his reprieve as, after taking down the last of the soldiers immediately surrounding him, any who may have thought to seize on the unconscious boy are swiftly deterred by a barrage of Corpse Brigade arrows. One of the Brigade's female White Mages, a blonde girl with heterochromatic eyes wearing tattered grey cloth, runs out to drag him off the street so she can administer magical healing.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, amidst all of this fighting, a deep, resounding, war horn bellows in the night air... and everyone wearing Archadian armor freezes in their tracks. It wouldn't be long before the sight of an entourage moving down the street, from the direction of that horn, would become apparent. At the head of the entourage is a man wearing much bulkier armor than the rest. Colored ebon and gold, with layers and layers of ornate complexity, his armor is far more detailed - marking him a very important man. His helm bears some features of a crown, and not a single detail of his human face can be seen through the slit that barely passes for a visor. With dual swords strapped to his thighs, he takes his time making his way to the battlefield... his entourage following closely and flying the banner of Archadia as well as acting as his torch bearers.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He stops... not more than twenty feet or so from Auron. ... And he surveys everything quietly. ... &amp;quot;Quite the mess, this.&amp;quot; His head goes level again, his stare fixed on the burning carriage across the way. &amp;quot;...those who disrupt Archadian order, and make mockery of our laws are doomed to die by my hand.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He lets this threat hang for a moment, before continuing, &amp;quot;...but though I am wroth at the mess you all have made of my order, I am more so of this betrayal.&amp;quot; He looks in Zalbaag's direction, &amp;quot;...you were not summoned here. ... We will go quietly, and you will have your moment to breathe. But rest assured, regardless of the outcome tonight... House Solidor is not pleased. The Senate is already aware of this betrayal.&amp;quot; And with that, he turns to walk away again... expecting his men to follow. And he will leave too... if no one follows.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron sees Allyn go down, and curses. However, he also sees Tomoe get frozen, and his remaining eye narrows. He can't defend them both! Thankfully a woman Auron recognizes as a healer in this world is tending to Allyn. He looks to Tomoe, intending to go over and help her... and then there's a man standing near him to speak. Auron pauses, looks to the armored man. This is a man he doesn't recognize. He remains quiet as the man speaks to Zalbaag. And hopefully the soldiers start to disperse too.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    That way he can go over to Tomoe and help her. It may require him to use one of the fire items he's carrying with him. As he works to free Tomoe, he looks in Zalbaag's direction. &amp;quot;...Who was that?&amp;quot; he inquires. Clearly he's not Ivalician, so it might not be too strange for him not to know.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe seems to have come to near the end of the fight at this point she's frozen in place still. She feels the cold she feels some pain but it's like an echo. It's enough to wonder about how real it is but the fallen from the fight are a cold testament to the reality of the situation. The Iron Lily will be able to recover soon enough but this world is like some twisted mirror of part of her own world's past. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The more she thinks about it as Auron helps to get her free of the ice it doesn't take too long to get her free. With a crack the ice is finally free and she looks over to Auron.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Thank you for your help. That man? I have no Idea to whom he is I'm afraid.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Maybe there's be something in the Union's databanks she's been running fraps like she does on any operation with the Union. It's proven to be very useful to recall things for later. Also to have an unbiased record of what she was up to was quite useful to her.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She stretches a bit muttering something to her self as she looks to see that everything seems to be over with for the moment. Still those thoughts of it being much like the middle ages and resistance in her own world, can not be quieted there are just too many things in common, that she's noticed. The real question of the matter is, does it matter ? The causes of the fighting however seem to be the same on any world, power, control, the oppressed trying to fight back and the oppressors themselves were all doing the game of Kings here.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;We better get going if there's no more good we can do here, Auron. I'm starting to wonder just how much use I'm going to be with this problem.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Zalbaag's right eye twitches in muted anger as the Archadian leader speaks to him, even grasping the hilt of his sword tight enough to strangle a man, but visibly he does not respond. Once the armored man walks away, he only lifts his blade to sheath it and thrusts it inside again forcefully. To Auron he replies, after a few muted seconds standing before that still burning carriage, &amp;quot;...Judge Magister Bergan. One of House Solidor's Elite Guard, and effective General of the Archadian Imperial Army. ... Or one of them.&amp;quot; Finally stirring from his stupor, he lifts his eyes long enough to add, &amp;quot;...You have my deepest gratitudes, all of you.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He glares in Wiegraf's direction, &amp;quot;...most of you.&amp;quot; before walking off. One of the Order soldiers calls after him, &amp;quot;...sir, what of the rebels?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Leave them for now, they're dead men anyroad.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Wiegraf himself does not verbally reply, nor attempt to finish what Zalbaag started with his earlier comment about killing him. He merely addresses his own soldiers, &amp;quot;...tend to the wounded, check on the civilians and see that none were harmed. For every man, woman, or child injured or dead tonight we'll repay Archadia threefold.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His brown eyes flit toward Auron and Tomoe, however, and his hands come to rest on hips... &amp;quot;...if you two require healing, or rest... we can surely help you find it. If you require transport, we can provide also. Our assets are meager, but we are generous as we must be.&amp;quot; He turns to stare down the dimly lit road, in the direction Bergan came from. &amp;quot;...But I do suggest you leave swiftly. There's a storm coming.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He spends perhaps a moment too long eyeing Tomoe, perhaps out of curiousity for her mechanical nature, before he turns to walk away.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Fate Cuts Strange Deals</title>
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|Date of Scene=2014/06/21&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=The Corpse Brigade launches an attack against the Fort City Yardrow in attempt to free their own from Archadian clutches, inadvertently causing an impromptu battle between the forces of Ivalice and the forces of Archadia. If it spills out into the city, it could harm the citizenry.&lt;br /&gt;
|Thanks=Auron, Allyn, Tomoe.&lt;br /&gt;
|Cast of Characters=6, 129, 236, 307&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of_Stones_And_Sins&lt;br /&gt;
|pretty=yes&lt;br /&gt;
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Yardrow, Fort City -&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It is late in the eve, and densest darkness has fallen upon the Fort City. It is lit only by the light of scattered torches, and that which spills from the city windows. Despite this, the streets are well lit... even more so than usual tonight due to the enormous military presence all around and the light of their torches. Minding every gate and every potential entryway are men clad in steel darker than the night, the helms of which have the menacing appearance of faceless demons. Due to the city being on lockdown, and after curfew, it is unusual to see a common civilian anywhere. It is toward the city center where the torch lights grow brightest, and the presence of men clad in gleaming black steel is thickest. They seem to have a particulary tall building wrought from stone utterly surrounded.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riding in toward the northern gate comes a caravan of knights astride Chocobos, bearing yet more torches, with an ornate carriage taking up the rear. The moving wall of soldiers and transported official make steady progress to, and eventually past, the entryway to the Fort City with little to do. These men are not like the rest, they bear the gleaming silver and gold steels of the Northern Order and the banner that flies over the caravan is much the same. One could speculate on who the carriage's occupant might be, but whomever they are - they are doubtlessly important.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Tonight Yardrow will likely be the setting for an unannounced summit, or so it would seem.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Too bad no one told a certain intruder that it was a secret.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A lit arrow pierces the darkness of the dead of night, sailing toward the caravan as it makes its way up the cobblestone streets. The arrow finds its mark in the side of that ornate carriage, causing its siding to burst into flames. Suddenly, panicked Order knights are flying all about and the occupiers clad in ebon steel are rushing to the scene.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;But rather than cooperation, what transpires instead is the beginnings of a battle. Hundreds of soldiers versus a party of roughly thirty-five men, both suspecting the other had planned something subversive...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...and a figure clad in darkness atop the bell tower at the center of town walks quietly away...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    '...Well ain't THIS just the cutest little clusterf**k ever?'&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Is what Jecht would have said if he'd seen this. And he'd have been right. The people from the caravan are far outnumbered. This looks like it's going to be a slaughter. Auron has other ideas. As soon as he heard it was happening, he headed for a warpgate with a chocobo.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Thus it is that, precisely at that moment, an Ivalician chocobo appears. And sitting astride it is a man wearing what almost looks like a brick-red monk's robe. It's dusty from the road, so the color might be a little more brown right at that moment.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    It's Auron, in his Assassin regalia. Due to the nature of this mission and its time after dark, Auron thought that it would be a better idea to at least /attempt/ to disguise himself. Hopefully he'll be able to get in quietly and make with the Low Profile kills.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He's not coming in unarmed, of course. He's got those hidden blades, the gifts from Altair. And he also has his Katana sheathed on his back. Which might come in handy, with all the armored guys running around.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Injured from a recent battle and limping on his right leg, Allyn in his lion form stalks about the area after he arrives through a warpgate. The fur of his right shoulder, right leg and a couple spots on his left leg are matted with dried blood. He'd probably have been better off just staying where he had been to recover, since he had been just tended to with the basic, but once he had heard a call for help because innocents needed to be protected, despite the pain he had to spring into action, it was who he is after all, protect others no matter what it might cost him, especially those who might not be able to protect themselves. He is grumpy and in a foul mood from the pain and perhaps even a little bit on the feral side at the moment.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He stops his prowling when he sees the larger group of soldiers going after the smaller number and his feline eyes narrow towards them and he growls low. Then he looks around, seeking to find where the innocents might be that need to be protected. He shakes out his mane and then lets out a ROAR to announce his presence.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is here she's very much been involved int his but even so she's not too happy with how things seem to be going. Thsi is going to get ugly as hell as she wondere just how handle things, she comes in with Auron keeping iwth him and her weapons are not even visable at the momentr save for her sheathed blade. She seems a bit on the quiet side at the moment but there's clearly a very attentive woman who knows how bad this is.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Steel clashes with steel and arrows are loosed. Even the sound of rifles being fired can be heard in the distance, mostly from the soldiers in black armor who're crowding the Order caravan. Men push and shove, knocking each other about even as frightened Chocobo's attempt to break loose from their reins. Anyone moving close enough to the panicked yellow birds that they don't recognize would likely be getting beaks and/or claws somewhere hurtful. One of the birds even outright runs off, dragging a knight caught in it's stirrup swiftly down the cobblestone streets.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; By this time, civilians are beginning to poke their heads out... only to be quickly shoved back indoors by Archadian men.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;While all of this is going on, no one... immediately... spots the mounted figure wearing red robes who is attempting to gain entry to the Fort. Not even the ebon-armored soldiers who should be minding the gates. Auron will find that if he should strike at them, they'll fall easily. Their backs are against him, the pair of them lifting their rifles to get a clean shot at some of the Order knights. He'll likely get at least a few of the Archadia soldiers before one on a nearby roof takes notice, shouting... &amp;quot;...I-I-IT'S THE THUNDER GOD! WE'VE BEEN HAD!&amp;quot; And suddenly, everyone else is a little bit less concerned about the Order...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...and more worried about the Thunder God, the... Giant Coeurl?? (No one in Ivalice knows what a Lion is)..., and the mechanical woman charging them down. The Archadian soldiers surrounding the caravan fan out... with some of them targeting the two unexpected individuals who've entered the fray. Auron and Allyn would soon find themselves being fired upon with guns, and charged with bladed weapons, even as many of them continue to struggle to split their attention between the new arrivals and the well-trained Order soldiers.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As for the Order, by now they have managed to evacuate that carriage... pulling the man inside from the burning blaze. And as it turns out, the man himself is no stranger to the ways of the sword. Clad in ornate brown leather armor, with gold and silver trimming, the cloaked man with a mane and goatee as red as the blaze itself draws his sword even as his men gather around his person. The steel of his gaze and the practiced manner of his stance indicates he may well be a seasoned fighter too. &amp;quot;...Damned Archadians. Snakes one and all.&amp;quot; One of the random soldiers inquires to him, &amp;quot;General Zalbaag, perhaps we should flee sir?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Not on my family's honor.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As if it couldn't get any worse for the Archadians now that the &amp;quot;Thunder God&amp;quot; and General Zalbaag of the Northern Order were on the field, it will. Suddenly, out from the alleyways of the Fort City's streets spill a ragtag band of pauper 'knights' - obvious civilians bearing arms. And at their head, stands a well-dressed swordsman wearing earthen green, yellow, and silver cloth. Though possessed of a youthful face, this figure with short chestnut brown hair too has the stance of a practiced swordsman... and the piercing, determined, gaze of a man with copious charismatic spirit. &amp;quot;...You will all rue the day you brought your greed to my doorstep. I will see it dead, and you as well. For I am Wiegraf Folles, defender of Ivalice's common man.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron slipped from the back of his chocobo and sent it into the fray to cause distraction as he went for some of those Low Profile kills. The hidden blades are meant to penetrate between the spaces in armor easily, and they'll do that. Shnk, slump, move on. Quietly dispatching as many as he can. Invariably though, someone's going to see him. When they do, he's expecting open combat. But then suddenly someone on the roofs points him out. Or, well... he thinks it's him. Strange, though... 'Thunder God'? He's not Thor.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Suddenly he's being fired at, and he dives to the side with surprising quickness. Doesn't save him from getting nicked across the leg by a stray bullet. It did keep him from being turned into Swiss cheese, though. Worthwhile trade-off.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Pausing a moment speak into his radio, &amp;quot;We've got men on the roofs. Can you handle them, Tomoe? You can fly.&amp;quot; Then he rolls to the side again, to avoid a blade. Speaking of blades, when Auron gets to his feet again, he pulls the Katana from its sheath and faces the group of Archadians.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    As for the people near him, they might start to see other differences between this robed man and T.G. Cid. The robe is a redder color, for one. And it's not a cloak, as T.G. Cid prefers. Not only that, but what can be seen of the face under the robe is not the bearded visage of the Thunder God, and a scar splits the skin near the right side of his chin. Then again, with all the chaos of battle, it may be hard to tell.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    For his part, Auron tries to get nearer to the man they pulled out of the carriage. Should he be able to do that, he'll ask, &amp;quot;Are you all right?&amp;quot; It's in Spiran, but understood (obviously). In the meanwhile he'll be trying to hold off the Archadians so that Zalbaag can get ready for battle. The appearance of Wiegraf does not go unnoticed, either. Auron's not sure who Wiegraf is going to start hacking into, but he assumes Zalabaag is, for the time being anyway, an ally.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Fired at again? More bullets? He's most likely going to get hit by a one or two of those, seeing as in his condition he's not able to move quite as fast as he normally would. It is afterall, the reason he showed up in this form and not some other, when injured strength is probably better than speed. It's not like he's thought about it though as he's injured and not quite in his right mind, acting more on insinct and survival then anything else.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Seeing the armored men charging for him, he crouches down, waiting for them to come to him, at least it wont take too much pressure on his front legs, once the first armored man he pushes with his back legs and leaps right at him, slashing at the man's head with his left paw to knock the helmet off and pounce down on top of the man. It's not too hard to figure out what the large cat is going to do once that head protection is off though.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe looks to Auron and she nods for a moment &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I'll be on it.&amp;quot; She takes a moment her wings flare into existance behind her and she starts to rise up above the groundf she's gong to attempt to keep things less lethal it's just how she rolls. She's not got no real blood lust most of the time, she's up in the air now rianing osme light magic down on the men on the roof moving to supress them as best she can.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Archadian soldiers fall one by one swiftly to the experienced swordsman in the brick red robes, and the giant cat pinning a soldier down and ripping him a new one causes a few more to back away hesitantly. Even so, it doesn't take long before some of the bolder ones fall in to attack again. The military discipline is strong here, that or the fear of death. Auron and Allyn would find themselves again beset by swords from all sides.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Hearing the man in red robes speak to him through the wall of guards arrayed about him, Zalbaag turns a hard stare in Auron's direction... only for his eyes to momentarily widen. &amp;quot;...My Lord, I...!&amp;quot; and then he notices the strange voice. &amp;quot;...Er, yes...&amp;quot; He averts his gaze, turning it back to the Archadian onslaught charging them down. &amp;quot;...momentarily. But it's not wise for us to let them surround us like this...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He lifts the curved blade he holds, turning it sideways and holding its sheath aloft as well. &amp;quot;...I recommend covering your ears...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Evil souls of the dark, gather here... Koutetsu!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The blade is shoved back into its sheath, and the moment it forms a seal a wave of dark energy fans out from the cluster of Order knights. Suddenly glass shattering howls penetrate the air as evil spirits emerge from the ground and swarm the Archadian occupiers like locusts. They seem to penetrate, rather than strike, at their victims - but the ones who're struck none the less begin to look deathly ill.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Tomoe's magical light show would give the fightrs on the ground some much needed reprieve from bullets, as several fall to the unexpected attack quite readily and the rest turn their guns on Tomoe and begin to fire. One even begins to chant a fire spell, but...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...he is quickly offed by a Corpse Brigade arrow. The Brigade themselves are making a mess of the occupiers as well, but especially their leader...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Absorb power in the sky and strike... Hallowed Bolt!&amp;quot; rings out the voice of one Wiegraf Folles, with two injured soldiers at his feet. With a simple swing of his sword, mighty magical lightning falls from the sky above with a thunderous roar... frying alive anyone in its vicinity.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    That's a very strange look from Zalbaag. And the 'my lord'? Yeah, apparently he thinks, for a minute there, that Auron is this 'Thunder God'. He'll have to research this, find out more. Later. Right now there's a battle to fight. He nods to Zalbaag's words. Sadly, due to having to hold his sword, Auron's not able to cover his ears. So...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    /OW/. Much ow. Okay yeah. That's uncomfortable, and he cringes. However, he's used to pain. So he follows suit. Holding his own sword aloft, he murmurs under his breath something in Spiran that's probably too quiet to be heard over the chaos of battle. Fire seems to float down onto his blade and then... disappear. Except a moment later several nearby enemies get slashed multiple times.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Looks remarkably like a samurai ability that the people of Ivalice might be familiar with...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Surround or corner injured big cat? Not really a good idea, but it's not looking good for this big cat, he pants from the bit of exertion he has been going through. He was already not at a hundred percent. He tries to think of what the best way out would be, and roars in anger and pain at the men surrounding him. That's right before he shimmers and shifts, the form of a small mouse replacing that of the large cat and he scampers between and under soldier's feet, then once behind some, he shimmers and shifts forms once more returning to his lion form and attacks from behind. He uses this tactic again and again, though sometimes it's a different form, fox, mouse, to try and dodge between the men's legs, maybe this way he can make the soldiers think that there is more than one large cat attacking them from out of nowhere and frighten the rest off.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is keeping the guys on the roof as she fires more magical bolds at them like some sort of angry Angel from the looks of her. She gets some cover from one of the Corpse Brigade's archers which she's thankful for. OThers however do catgch her cuasing her a level of pain and visably distorting her avatar reducing it ot wireframe where the impacts are naqsty enough and now she dive bombs them tyring ot really make them keep their heads down.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Archadian opposition is falling in waves now, but even so they seem endless. Hundreds of men, practically carbon copies of one another, all clad in obscuring black steel and darting out from seemingly every place. Auron's Ashura technique sends several sprawling, and several to the ground in a heap. Yet even as they fall, more leap from the nearest building and stalk out of adjacent alleyways brandishing blades and guns. Two with swords charge, followed up immediately by two gun shots from the riflemen at the rear. These guys are either brave, or hopelessly suicidal.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Confusion tactics work well for Allyn, as these soldiers have never been trained to deal with whatever the heck he is. They quite visible dance around, scanning the area with their eyes, as he gets the drop on the first one. Two nearby take turns swinging at him, and miss, and another one falls swiftly. By now they're beginning to panic as their numbers dwindle, attempting to spread out and make it harder for him to target them all in succesion. One even attempts to fire upon him twice as he takes down the third soldier successively, while another casts a flame spell in his direction... sending sparks dancing across the cobblestone!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Tomoe, too, is doin an excellent job keeping the riflemen on the roof focused upon her. Her dive-bombing tactic fells two more, knowing them from the roof and yet even so another casts an Blizzaga spell toward her in an attempt to freeze her where she lands.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;. Zalbaag and Wiegraf and their lot are still sweeping up soldiers nearby as well... and it's only a matter of time until they bump into each other...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Literally.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The pair back into one another, mid-way in front of the burning carriage at the street center. Both turn, staring upon one another for not more than a moment before one of them speaks,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Never thought I'd see the day I got to kill you personally, you lawless deserter!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;It is a fool's mistake to think that you can kill what I am.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Not content to let the pair prattle, several Archadian soldiers immediately line up to die.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...I suppose we have more pressing matters to which we must first attend.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron's blade is bound up by parrying of the swordsman in front of him, thus he has no way to stop the bullets. He shifts as much as possible, trying to avoid them, but one tears into his right arm and he growls. He needs some time. Armored or not, Auron's metal-plated boot planted squarely in the crotch of one of the swordsman is likely to hurt. With that swordsman temporarily out of the equation, he bodychecks the other from behind his sword, and then reaches in his robe.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    What he draws from it is a yellow gem that seems to crackle with electricity. This he holds in his free hand for a moment, channeling energy into it. And then he lobs it in the direction of the enemy soldiers. It's a Lightning Gem, so it's likely to cause a fair bit of damage.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He manages to catch the argument between Zalbaag and Wiegraf, though it's a discussion he'll have to wait to think about. Because there are still enemies!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn continues to use his confusion tactics against soldiers but is caught in fox form by some of the fire spell, he lets out a loud YIP! as his tail gets singed and he backs off some, panting heavily. He's reaching his limit as he's collected new injuries and the ones that had been tended from the previous battle and still fresh have reopened. He finds himself wishing he knew some scarier forms to take on, it'd make this go much faster.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Once he has taken out, or driven off the last of the soldiers that had targetted him though, he growls deeply from overtaxing himself and collapses to the ground, shimmering once more the lion form reverting to his true form a young human man as consiousness slips from him.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is keeping them all focused on them but she is frozen in place she could not stop them forever she's got her blae out however as she attempsto break free, it however leaves the Iron Lily quite open to being attacked she's still dangerous and and seems to be trying to ready a spell on her own.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Archadian soldier that Auron kicks in the jimmies reacts about as well as you'd think one might, clutching at his leather pants and falling to his knees as his legs gives way. The bullets fired upon the legendary guardian of Spira ricohet harmlessly off of his sword and the bodychecked soldier goes skidding. What's left of the soldiers in his immediate vicinity, mostly the riflemen, eat the burst of lightning that explodes forth from that gem and fall about on the cobblestone twitching and disarmed. So much for that lot, but there's still entirely too many more nearby...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Allyn finally gets his reprieve as, after taking down the last of the soldiers immediately surrounding him, any who may have thought to seize on the unconscious boy are swiftly deterred by a barrage of Corpse Brigade arrows. One of the Brigade's female White Mages, a blonde girl with heterochromatic eyes wearing tattered grey cloth, runs out to drag him off the street so she can administer magical healing.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, amidst all of this fighting, a deep, resounding, war horn bellows in the night air... and everyone wearing Archadian armor freezes in their tracks. It wouldn't be long before the sight of an entourage moving down the street, from the direction of that horn, would become apparent. At the head of the entourage is a man wearing much bulkier armor than the rest. Colored ebon and gold, with layers and layers of ornate complexity, his armor is far more detailed - marking him a very important man. His helm bears some features of a crown, and not a single detail of his human face can be seen through the slit that barely passes for a visor. With dual swords strapped to his thighs, he takes his time making his way to the battlefield... his entourage following closely and flying the banner of Archadia as well as acting as his torch bearers.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He stops... not more than twenty feet or so from Auron. ... And he surveys everything quietly. ... &amp;quot;Quite the mess, this.&amp;quot; His head goes level again, his stare fixed on the burning carriage across the way. &amp;quot;...those who disrupt Archadian order, and make mockery of our laws are doomed to die by my hand.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He lets this threat hang for a moment, before continuing, &amp;quot;...but though I am wroth at the mess you all have made of my order, I am more so of this betrayal.&amp;quot; He looks in Zalbaag's direction, &amp;quot;...you were not summoned here. ... We will go quietly, and you will have your moment to breathe. But rest assured, regardless of the outcome tonight... House Solidor is not pleased. The Senate is already aware of this betrayal.&amp;quot; And with that, he turns to walk away again... expecting his men to follow. And he will leave too... if no one follows.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron sees Allyn go down, and curses. However, he also sees Tomoe get frozen, and his remaining eye narrows. He can't defend them both! Thankfully a woman Auron recognizes as a healer in this world is tending to Allyn. He looks to Tomoe, intending to go over and help her... and then there's a man standing near him to speak. Auron pauses, looks to the armored man. This is a man he doesn't recognize. He remains quiet as the man speaks to Zalbaag. And hopefully the soldiers start to disperse too.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    That way he can go over to Tomoe and help her. It may require him to use one of the fire items he's carrying with him. As he works to free Tomoe, he looks in Zalbaag's direction. &amp;quot;...Who was that?&amp;quot; he inquires. Clearly he's not Ivalician, so it might not be too strange for him not to know.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe seems to have come to near the end of the fight at this point she's frozen in place still. She feels the cold she feels some pain but it's like an echo. It's enough to wonder about how real it is but the fallen from the fight are a cold testament to the reality of the situation. The Iron Lily will be able to recover soon enough but this world is like some twisted mirror of part of her own world's past. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The more she thinks about it as Auron helps to get her free of the ice it doesn't take too long to get her free. With a crack the ice is finally free and she looks over to Auron.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Thank you for your help. That man? I have no Idea to whom he is I'm afraid.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Maybe there's be something in the Union's databanks she's been running fraps like she does on any operation with the Union. It's proven to be very useful to recall things for later. Also to have an unbiased record of what she was up to was quite useful to her.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She stretches a bit muttering something to her self as she looks to see that everything seems to be over with for the moment. Still those thoughts of it being much like the middle ages and resistance in her own world, can not be quieted there are just too many things in common, that she's noticed. The real question of the matter is, does it matter ? The causes of the fighting however seem to be the same on any world, power, control, the oppressed trying to fight back and the oppressors themselves were all doing the game of Kings here.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;We better get going if there's no more good we can do here, Auron. I'm starting to wonder just how much use I'm going to be with this problem.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Zalbaag's right eye twitches in muted anger as the Archadian leader speaks to him, even grasping the hilt of his sword tight enough to strangle a man, but visibly he does not respond. Once the armored man walks away, he only lifts his blade to sheath it and thrusts it inside again forcefully. To Auron he replies, after a few muted seconds standing before that still burning carriage, &amp;quot;...Judge Magister Bergan. One of House Solidor's Elite Guard, and effective General of the Archadian Imperial Army. ... Or one of them.&amp;quot; Finally stirring from his stupor, he lifts his eyes long enough to add, &amp;quot;...You have my deepest gratitudes, all of you.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He glares in Wiegraf's direction, &amp;quot;...most of you.&amp;quot; before walking off. One of the Order soldiers calls after him, &amp;quot;...sir, what of the rebels?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Leave them for now, they're dead men anyroad.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Wiegraf himself does not verbally reply, nor attempt to finish what Zalbaag started with his earlier comment about killing him. He merely addresses his own soldiers, &amp;quot;...tend to the wounded, check on the civilians and see that none were harmed. For every man, woman, or child injured or dead tonight we'll repay Archadia threefold.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His brown eyes flit toward Auron and Tomoe, however, and his hands come to rest on hips... &amp;quot;...if you two require healing, or rest... we can surely help you find it. If you require transport, we can provide also. Our assets are meager, but we are generous as we must be.&amp;quot; He turns to stare down the dimly lit road, in the direction Bergan came from. &amp;quot;...But I do suggest you leave swiftly. There's a storm coming.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He spends perhaps a moment too long eyeing Tomoe, perhaps out of curiousity for her mechanical nature, before he turns to walk away.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Of Stones and Sins</title>
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=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
'''Hasn't occurred yet!'''&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Factions&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Feature Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Original Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Glossary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix. &lt;br /&gt;
==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington and the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:TPs]][[Category:MajorTP]][[Category:CurrentTP]]&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Of Stones and Sins</title>
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&lt;div&gt;== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;This Document Is Under Construction&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
'''Hasn't occurred yet!'''&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Factions&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Feature Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Original Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Glossary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
A literal fifty year conflict between the nations of Ordallia and Ivalice, in which the result was Ordallian victory and Ivalice's falling into the state of poverty and civil war it is in now. To understand the depths of the depravity of this war, one must first understand that not only were Ordallia and Ivalice on peaceful and mutually beneficial terms - but also, their respective Royal Families were tied by blood at the time of the conflict. Before the war, Ordallia was ruled by King Devanne III and Ivalice by King Denamda II... Devanne's uncle by blood. Conflict arose in Zelmonia, a territory between the two nations which some time ago Ordallia had acquired, and up until the war Ivalice had provided indirect support to Zelmonia for the sake of its liberation. Zelmonia, at the height of this conflict, decided to petition King Denamda for direct aid. Before that could transpire, King Devanne III passed away - leaving a power vacuum in Ordallia. Devanne's cousin, Varoi VI was to be named the new King, but Denamda declared his own right to rule the throne of Ordallia by virtue of being Devanne's uncle. This was refused, and Denamda declared war against Ordallia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shortly after the war began, and as King Denamda II marched on the Ordallian capital of Viura with his men, the King fell ill short of the border and swiftly died. With their commander and King missing, Ivalice's forces were swiftly driven away from the land by Ordallian forces and the battle was once again even. Denamda IV, son of Denamda II, was quickly ushered to the throne of Ivalice shortly after. Sometime during this stalemate, one of Ivalice's northern neighbors Romanda (a military state like Archades, ruled by a relative of Varoi VI) decided to attempt to invade Ivalice as well. They were not strong enough to overcome the might of King Denamda IV and his armies, however, and after only three years were forced to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this time, all three sides were suffering also from plagues, droughts, and extreme civil unrest wrought by the war. All three of these forces ensured no power had an easy road to victory. King Denamda IV died shortly after his victory against Romanda, due to being assassinated, and he was then replaced by King Ondoria Atkascha III. The new King was both sickly and weak-willed however, making him effectively a puppet figurehead for his domineering and scheming wife Queen Louveria. This was much to the Ivalician nobility's displeasure, and remains a cause of internal strife to this day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
King Varoi VI, of Ordallia, also died shortly afterward and was replaced by his son Prince Lennard Varoi. Due to the weakness of Ivalice's King, Ordallia soon forced Ivalice to sign peace treaty by invading Zeltennia - capital of the Order of the Southern Sky - even though the invaders were soundly repelled by the might of its general Cidolfus Orlandeau. It was this battle which officially earned him the name of 'Thunder God Cid'.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After the war, Ivalice plunged into such a state of weakness that it had not even the money to pay many of its own soldiers their dues and let them go. Angered beyond reasoning, the disaffected peasant soldiers who fought in the war formed the beginnings of what are now known as the Corpse Brigade (also the 'Dead Men') and the Order of the Ebon Eye.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Notable fighters in this war were: T.G. Cid, Barbaneth Beoulve, Zalbaag Beoulve, Wiegraf Folles, Duke Garrif Barrington, Goffard Gaffgarion, Gustav Margriff, Elidibus, and Cardinal Alphonse Delacroix. &lt;br /&gt;
==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
Ivalice's current Royal Family is composed of King Ondoria Atkascha, his wife Louveria, and his two child Ovelia and Orinus. Atkascha's rule came to pass at the end of the Fifty Years War. It is not a favorable one amongst his country men, and is a source of internal strife, due to him being perceived as a weak King who is ruled himself by his even more unpopular wife. The Dukes beneath him wish, even now, to see him replaced. And this is not unknown to anyone, much less Louveria.&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two peasant armies which make up the bulk of the civil uprising after the Fifty Years War: the Corpse Brigade, and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Both are composed largely of disaffected soldiers who were denied benefits after the War and sent away. But both have rallied many generally irate peasants not satisfied with their lot in life to the cause. The Corpse Brigade is lead by Wiegraf Folles, a passionate idealist and charismatic man who is as dangerous with a sword as he is with words. The Ebon Eye, meanwhile, lacks a significant unifying leader - which not only makes them less dangerous to the nobility in the long run but also much more volatile as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;br /&gt;
There are two major orders in Ivalice (a smaller one, called the Order of the Eastern Sky exists but is not significant in the context of the story): The Order of the Northern Sky, which is conscripted into the service of the Duke Bestrald Larg who is related to the Atkascha family by blood, and the Order of the Southern Sky which is in the service of Duke Druksmald Goltanna. The commanders of these forces, respectively, are Zalbaag Beoulve of Gallione and the man known as T.G. Cidolfus Orlandeau from Zeltennia. Each oversees their own respective territory of Gallione and Zeltennia, while the rest of the nation is owned primarily by its Royal Family, the Church, and the Duke Garrif Barrington and the Marquis Messam Elmdore.&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:TPs]][[Category:MajorTP]][[Category:CurrentTP]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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&lt;br /&gt;
=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
'''Hasn't occurred yet!'''&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Factions&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor] - Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. Their technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Feature Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Original Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Glossary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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&lt;div&gt;== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;This Document Is Under Construction&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
'''Hasn't occurred yet!'''&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Factions&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Senate (actually, a Council) of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor]- Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite his being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Senate schemes always to wrest control of Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Senate control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a war machine - every able man, who does not perform some other essential function, must submit to military service - and it seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. House Solidor's near absolute rule is a fairly recent event, with Gramis Gana Solidor being only the fourth emperor from House Solidor. They're technological superiority places them as one of the most powerful forces in the region.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Feature Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Original Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Glossary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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&lt;div&gt;== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;This Document Is Under Construction&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
'''Hasn't occurred yet!'''&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Factions&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Council of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor]- Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Council schemes always to wrest control Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Council control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges Order of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a warmachine - every able man who does not perform some other essential function must submit to military service - which seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Feature Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Original Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Glossary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>Of Stones and Sins</title>
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&lt;div&gt;== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;This Document Is Under Construction&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
'''Hasn't occurred yet!'''&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Factions&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Council of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor]- Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Council schemes always to wrest control Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Council control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges House of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a warmachine - every able man who does not perform some other essential function must submit to military service - which seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Feature Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Original Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Glossary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>Of Stones and Sins</title>
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&lt;div&gt;=== Statement of Purpose ===&lt;br /&gt;
This is a '''plot document''', intended to provide information on various aspects of the ongoing '''TP'''. It will contain a brief '''summary''' of what has already transpired, as well as give some info on '''factions''' and '''characters''' that have been used thus far.&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Summary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part I&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
It is shortly after the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Fifty Years War|Fifty Years War]]''', the peasants are revolting against the nobility because of receiving no pay for their service in the war and also because of their horrid living conditions. Disease, famine, war, and the greed of the ruling class have driven them to desperation and beyond. The most significant of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Rebel Forces|Rebel Forces]]''' are the Corpse Brigade and the Order of the Ebon Eye. Opposing them are the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Knightly Orders|Knightly Orders]]''' of the Northern and Southern Sky. Battles were waged all across Ivalice (some of which Union and Unaffiliated players participated in), both sides vying for supremacy. Though the knightly orders continued to dominate, due to having superior numbers, more resources, and better trained men, they had yet to suppress the rebellion... much to the dismay of the '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Royal Family|Royal Family]]'''.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Church of Glabados of St. Ajora|Church]]''' continues its mission of promoting peace in the region and providing succor to the faithful as well as promoting their faith outside the region (in fact, a cross-factional gala was held for this purpose).  In Lionel, territory of the sitting '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Alphonse Delacroix|Cardinal Delacroix]]''', an event broke out in which the Marketplace of The Clockwork City was nearly destroyed (several Union members participated). The cause: an outbreak of monsters. An investigation was launched, by the Church's Office of Inquisition, to attempt to discover the cause of the outbreak (several Union members and Unaffiliated participated). The end result of the investigation was yet another investigation... this time into the activities of Baert Company, owned by '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Ludovich Baert| Lord Ludovich Baert]]''', which was entrusted with many important tasks by the Royal Family - including the operating of Ivalice's mines.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This investigation was lead both by the Royal Investigatory and the Office of Inquisition (Union members again were of help here), in response to the great furor caused by the incident in Goug. Baert was charged with corruption, willing violation of contract, mismanagement of Royal Assets, and criminally negligent manslaughter. During this investigation, suspicious activities (including an attempted assassination, once again stopped by Union members) occurred. Despite evidence supporting the charges, Baert was indemnified by both investigative parties. He would have gotten off with minor fines and reprimands, but he then made the mistake of attempting to end the life of Faruja Senra - who was in charge of the Inquisition's investigation. Due, again, to Union and Unaffiliated efforts... he failed. This time, he was taken into Church custody on separate charges and thrown into its prison.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yet another great battle between the Order of the Northern Sky and the Corpse Brigade occurred, this time starting in the Fort City Yardrow and ending in the Yuguo Wood north of Ivalice. Unfortunately, both parties ran into a Judge Magister of '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Archadia|Archadia]]''' who took them into custody for alleged border crossing. When the Royal Family, and the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bestrald_Larg Duke Bestrald Larg], failed to comply with their exact demands - Archadia launched an offensive against the Fort City Yardrow itself with intent to seize it and force a meeting that they could better leverage against the Royal Family and Larg. There, with prisoners held near and the citizenry of the city as hostages, three Judge Magisters declared establishment of Archadian Order and there they remained until an offensive maneuver (by Union and Unaffiliated persons, in conjunction with the Corpse Brigade, '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Wiegraf Folles|Wiegraf Folles]]''', and '''[[Of_Stones_and_Sins#Zalbaag Beoulve|Zalbaag Beoulve]]''' and his men) forced them to return Yardrow to its rightful owners. [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bergan Judge Magister Bergan] of Archadia left with a warning, however... war had begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Part II&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ====&lt;br /&gt;
'''Hasn't occurred yet!'''&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Factions&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Archadia ====&lt;br /&gt;
One of Ivalice's northern neighbors. It is governed by the reigning House Solidor and the Imperial Council of Archadia. The present, sitting, Emperor is [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gramis_Gana_Solidor Gramis Gana Solidor]- Archadia's 11th Emperor. Despite being called 'Emperor', Archadia is not a monarchy but an oligarchy. One where House Solidor wields absolute authority over the Imperial Ministry of Law, and the Imperial Council schemes always to wrest control Archadia's most powerful ministry from the family and restore it to Council control. Serving as the ministers of the Ministry of Law, House Solidor's elite guard, AND the commanders of the Imperial Army are the [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#Judge_Magisters Judge Magisters] of Archadia and their [http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Archadian_Empire#The_Judges House of Judges]. Archadia, as a country, operates as a warmachine - every able man who does not perform some other essential function must submit to military service - which seeks to consume all of its neighbors. Archadian quality of life is leagues beyond Ivalice's own, but it is bought at the cost of freedom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Church of Glabados of St. Ajora ====&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Feature Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Alphonse Delacroix ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wiegraf Folles ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Ludovich Baert ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Zalbaag Beoulve ====&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Original Characters&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
=== &amp;lt;div class=&amp;quot;center&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Glossary&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;
==== Fifty Years War ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Royal Family ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Rebel Forces ====&lt;br /&gt;
==== Knightly Orders ====&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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==== This is a plot document for the official TP. This is a work in progress. - Ultima ====&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>An Impromptu Meeting</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;BrightEyes52: Created page with &amp;quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/06/25 |Location=Ivalice |Synopsis=Auron and Wiegraf Folles arrange for a meeting. Faruja comes along in sneaky disguise. |Thanks= |Cast of Cha...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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|Date of Scene=2014/06/25&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=Auron and Wiegraf Folles arrange for a meeting. Faruja comes along in sneaky disguise.&lt;br /&gt;
|Thanks=&lt;br /&gt;
|Cast of Characters=129, 152, 236&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Poses&lt;br /&gt;
|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Sal Ghidos - Mid-Town Bar,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Sal Ghidos, a trade town once renowned for its merchant trade and ability to attract business from all across the continent, has seen better days. Streets once paved with flawless stone are now in disrepair, noble homes that stretched to the sky made only from the finest materials money can buy now lie in ruin. Even her streets are mostly empty, and what -does- dwell here - aside from the occasional honest flower girl or beggar - tends to stay well hidden below the surface. She's like a rat's den these days.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Or so the nobility would have one believe.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;This city is, in fact, one of the places the Corpse Brigade and Order of the Ebon Eye come to recruit. There are gems to be found deep beneath the myriad layers of filth that populate this place. Or one man certainly believes so.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Hollers of good cheer resound throughout the tavern, as rowdy men in patchwork clothing enjoy the local brews. Many a man will tell you, 'it's not the tastiest -expletive- ye'll ever buy, but it works!'. And it really does, there's at least one or two men in here who're clearly unconscious after consuming one too many. There's low light in here, making it difficult to see, and at the back can be heard the honey sweet mezzo-soprano of a buxom lass in ragged cotton gown singing her heart out.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;At the back of the bar, amidst all the excitement, a man sites alone... with his feet propped up on the table. He is without drink, and seems markedly sober for a man in here. Clad in earthen brown, forest green, and silver cloth, with a yellow cotton scarf bound neatly about his neck - the brunette knight with sharp gaze stands out amongst nearly everyone in here. If for no other reason than because, he clearly has money and no seems to be minding him at all.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    It really isn't that great a place. But hey, such things don't tend to happen in nice places. In such worlds where the nobility or the clergy rule all, the dealings of 'the common man' are usually relegated to seedy taverns and dark alleys. At least this is better than an alley; there's a place to sit. The soft thump of his boots on the floor is drowned out in all the excitement of the tavern. Just as planned; with all this noise it's going to be hard-pressed to overhear any damning conversation.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Auron's dressed in his Assassin robes once more. And /this/ time, Auron has made sure that the brick-red robe isn't dusty. He doesn't want to get mistaken for someone he's not, and cause a ruckus. He also wears a light gray scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. Just enough to hide his scar. He's also left his distinctive sword at home. He has instead brought the other of them, which looks like a backwards-curving Samurai sword, but thicker. Unseen, though, are his hidden blades.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He takes a moment to look around, looking back to those with him and nodding. And then he heads for the man with his feet on the table. A pause, and he offers a nod of greeting. &amp;quot;Good evening, sir. I am Auron.&amp;quot; A name he'd dropped a few times, hopefully in the right ears. &amp;quot;Might I have a word?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja has very bad memories of this place. He can abide by the ruin, the smell, and seedy taverns. It reminds him of a more sunny version of where he grew up. No, the battle with the Ebon Eye and his own Church's involvement is still very fresh in his mind. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; But the chance to meet a man he idolizes isn't one the Inquisitor is going to turn down. Smartly going in disguise, he's donned a ragged brown set of robes. Cowl up, he clutches a gnarled piece of wood that could easily be mistaken for a bit of driftwood scavenged from the nearby beaches. Leaning heavily upon it, the coweled 'dirty rat' makes heavy limps as he follows behind Auron. Either a begger, or a wizened, down on his luck mage. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A closer eye would note the colors hidden beneath. Not the red and black of the Inquisition, but something more subtle. Equally ragged robes of the Summoners of his world. He lets the drab green and dark brown-yellow hem flash beneath the ratty robes he wears atop them. Staying silent, he plays the servant to Auron, if a beraggled one. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; It doesn't take much to do. Summoning Shiva /and/ Bahamut took a lot out of the rat. Using so much mana has set his leg to burning. It's fortune timing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Wiegraf's earthen eyes lift from his feet, brown leather boots swinging off to one side in a carefully measured fashion before being placed firmly on the wooden floor. The brunette knight with short, parted, mane motions silently to nearby chairs with a sweeping gesture of his upturned hand. After a moment or so, he adds, &amp;quot;Even did I not know your name, I would welcome you to my table. Any man willing to place his life on the line for Ivalician citizenry, and to end oppressive tyrrany, is a brother in arms.&amp;quot; He then lays that hand flat upon the table's face, &amp;quot;...would you like a drink...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He eyes that accompanying Burmecian, momentarily, studying him - staring in a penetrative fashion for perhaps a bit unsettlingly long as gears turn in the rebel leader's head. ... Finally, he amends his statement, &amp;quot;...the both of you?&amp;quot; He then casts a sidelong glance at the bartender, who eyes him in turn... even whilst in the midst of polishing a glass. Probably the pride of this place, those crystal glasses. One's not like to find such luxury anywhere else in this bar. &amp;quot;...Bartender... something to eat, please. Drinks for the gentlemen. My tab, of course.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He then glances toward Auron again, before leaning back slowly in his chair, &amp;quot;...her voice is a little piece of heaven, isn't it?&amp;quot; He remarks, about the girl singing in the background, as a way to make idle chatter. She's presently singing a song about a roving sailor and adventure on the high seas, a tired old bar song, but the manner in which she sings it imbues it with such life and cheerful energy one cannot help to notice its pleasantness amidst the backdrop of poverty and destitution here.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Wiegraf seems to be hanging on every bittersweet note.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...What did you wish to discuss?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    A 'servant' might be out of place here, and if Auron were to meet 'the protector of the common man' with a servant in tow, he might look like a hypocrite. Thus it is that, as Wiegraf offers them a place to sit, he assists Faruja in sitting down. Besides that, with that leg bothering him, the rat-priest is probably feeling some pain.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; Auron replies, taking a seat himself, once he's assured that Faruja's all right. Looking to Faruja, &amp;quot;Will you have a drink?&amp;quot; he inquires. As for the amended statement from Wiegraf, he answers, &amp;quot;If it wouldn't be too much trouble.&amp;quot; His attention is brought to the singer, and he finally actually /listens/ to her. And a smile pulls at his lips. &amp;quot;It is,&amp;quot; he replies in agreement to the question of her voice.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Then the question of what he wanted to discuss. He nods, lacing his fingers together and placing his folded hands on the table. &amp;quot;You called yourself the 'protector of the common man',&amp;quot; he recalls. &amp;quot;What did you mean by that? I'm not from this world, and don't know the situation.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; The rat sits down with Auron's help, exhaustion and pain making everything harder. He gives a nod to the man. Perhaps Auron's seen similar things with Yuna, after long battles. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;'Twould be a pleasure, Ser.&amp;quot; Comes the rat's smooth voice, not bothering to hide the education dwelling within. The Burmecian is bad at subtlety. At least his kind are known for being snobs and artistic pansies when they're not being adventurous, honorable warriors. It helps sometimes. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Another nod to Auron. He's never one to turn down a drink. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The cowl of the rat's robes drift just a bit, showing his wrapped face and single red eye. For all of the clothes he's wearing, he's impeccably clean. Thankfully he's left the cross in a pocket this time. Gazing right back at the man, the rat takes a good look at Wiegraf Folles as if trying to memorize his every features. There's something in the rat's gaze. Admiration, and perhaps a touch of hero worship. The nezumi knows Wiegraf Folles' name, and deeds. It's a man he wishes he could help, even as he often comes into conflict with his subordinates. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The rat goes silent when the drinks arrive, sipping cheap ale as his ears turn to the woman. Pleasant as far as humans go, talented, and with /heart/. The Burmecian sighs happily. He's glad he's came. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He even rubs away a tear. &amp;quot;...Hah. 'Twould be just like home, were there but a spot of rain.&amp;quot; Mutters the rat to himself. It's a visible effort to not descend into melancholy and old memories. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Looking back to Wiegraf, another sip, and an honest smile. &amp;quot;Merely come along with a good friend to meet a man I hath always desired to lay eyes upon. Forgive the lack of manners, truly. 'Tis better for us both this way.&amp;quot; He sounds honestly apologetic here. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then, silence. It's Faruja's turn to gaze upon Wiegraf, the look of authority lurking unconsciously as he judges and listens curiously. He could fill in Auron, but he'll let the man speak for himself.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;My words were unambiguous.&amp;quot; Wiegraf replies, with no hint of anything like offense. Just a statement of fact. &amp;quot;My goal is to defend the common man of Ivalice from those who would exploit them. Not merely to guard them, but also to lift them up,...&amp;quot; He gestures with an upturned hand, lifting it from the table, &amp;quot;...to see that a man's lot in this life arises not from his birth, but of his works.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He then turns that hand downwards again, pushing an index finger against it several times as if to make a point. &amp;quot;The government in this country is corrupt, the entire social structure is rotten...&amp;quot; The drinks arrive, and Wiegraf casts a momentary sidelong glance, nodding and offering a wave of approval to the bartender to see him off, before staring at Auron again. &amp;quot;...Even her foundation has no firmness. There could be no better representation of Ivalice's corruption than right where we sit.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He lets those words hang for a moment, letting what he's said so far set in. Surely, Auron and his companion have seen the countless rotting structures caving in around the city.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I seek to see it put to an end. I wish to knock it down and rebuild it for good and all.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Wiegraf minds the Burmecian, as he speaks, &amp;quot;...Ah, but this place... has seen too much rain...&amp;quot; there's a tinge of sadness to Wiegraf's tone, &amp;quot;...I'd like to agree with you, ser, but I fear the beauty of the rain may be lost on me.&amp;quot; To Wiegraf's mind, the rain is a bringer of sorrow and death and one can hear it in his voice. No doubt he's seen men die of the deathly colds it brings, men too poor for even a blanket to sleep on.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...You honour me entirely too much.&amp;quot; He adds, offering the Burmecian a kind, if forced, smile. &amp;quot;My name, and my deeds, and are not yet worthy of such recognition. I have failed, thus far, to do even half as much as I dream to... sometimes I do wonder if it is just that. ... Even still, my dying breath will be a call for equality if I can so help it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    In contrast to Faruja's hero-worshipping gaze, Auron's is an unreadable, passive one that measures and takes in what is before it. He does have his head up high enough that his face can be seen. He doesn't see a need to hide it as of yet, at least not from Wiegraf. The scar on his face, then, is on full display.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Auron remains quiet as Wiegraf speaks, through the pause of the drinks arriving -- he offers a nod of thanks to the bartender -- and Wiegraf's continuing words. Then he offers, &amp;quot;I have noticed.&amp;quot; He pauses himself, and notes, &amp;quot;...My world was much the same. Until recently.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Though... Wiegraf's words of having failed thus far... that strikes a chord with Auron, and a frown pulls at his lips. &amp;quot;I know that feeling, too.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; A small shake of the head. Faruja's seen far too much of rot recently, even within that which he's held sacred. It's difficult to cling to faith in such times. But he knows his duty is to root out such things. As far as he's concerned, every rotten foundation, Church and government alike, is included. Such things come with being one of Faram's chosen arbiters. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Sometimes I fear Faram looks down upon us all and weeps. Art we all not but of His flesh and blood? 'Blood' is mere circumstance, given importance only by men. Not the Divine.&amp;quot; Faruja's voice is low here, even with the singing. It's not exactly hiding who he might be, but part of him would be pained to be /too/ deceitful to this man of all people. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A small nod. Faruja knows Wiegraf's words all too well. He even can see where the man's coming from on rain. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Mayhaps, then, when thine work is done and all things set to rights, ye might visit mine people's nation. So much as it brings death, so too can rain bring nurishment and life. A blade cutting both ways, I suppose.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; His tone grows concerned. &amp;quot;I wish ye good fortune in thine endeavors. Still. Keep thine eyes wary, Ser. Men art good at heart, but easily brought low by desperation and greed alike. Ye know well, no doubt, of several conflicts thine 'friends' hath seen to. Ones that hath gotten out of hand. My advice? Set them to heel if ye art not already doing so. I mean nay disrespect. Merely concerned for those ye seek to defend. Innocents aught not get caught between if it can be avoided. Nor shall it do thine fellows any favors. Agreed?&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then, there's a small pouch offered towards Wiegraf beneath the table. Inside? A card and a linkshell. It simply has a number upon it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;All men die. Ensure 'tis the right time and place, hmm? I should like to speak with ye again, in a more...private and open manner.&amp;quot; Hence, the linkshell.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; The rat is also devouring his drink now with relish. It may be slightly Jecht-like, without the noise, but surely with equal appreciation for not being sober. Thank Faram for control and a sense of duty and decorum.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Wiegraf casts a furtive glance in the singer's direction again, as her song comes to an end. All of the boys in the tavern cheer, clap, and whistle with appreciation - doubtlessly laced with longing. She smiles, sheepishly, curtsies, and then shuffles off the stage toward the bar... and the relative safety of a familiar bar tender. He welcomes her with fleeting acknowledgement, before turning his attention back to his duties.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The rebel knight leans back in his chair, wordlessly, with a creaking of old wood. Then he gives Auron a knowing look, &amp;quot;...I'd believe it. You've the look of a man who has seen better days.&amp;quot; He pauses, then adds, &amp;quot;That is no insult, of course. It is a honor, from my own perspective, to meet someone who has visibly seen much hell and survived to tell the tale. I'd welcome a man of your caliber into my organization without hesitation.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Wiegraf listens, for a time, to Faruja... his analytical mind taking in every word, and his eyes taking in every movement. There's a brief raising of the left brow, at one point, but he does not interrupt. Rather, he raps his fingers against the hard wood table thoughtfully until all is finished. &amp;quot;...Cut from the same cloth we are, but the nobility would have us believe we are not of the same weave. Divine will, and all... and to that I must say... rubbish. Any god who would breathe life into such a beautiful creation only to see half of it decompose is a twisted one indeed.&amp;quot; His fingers stop tapping. &amp;quot;...Such ideas are born of the selfish minds of men. I agree.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He minds the pouch, however, feeling it bump against his leg... and reaches beneath to take it in hand... lifting it to gaze upon it, before stuffing it into a pocket. &amp;quot;...I appreciate your cautiousness, but such secrecy is unnecessary here. Every man in this tavern is my brother.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He lets his hand rest on the table once more, &amp;quot;...Your advice is sound, but as I said... the foundation lacks firmness.&amp;quot; He reiterates what he said earlier to make a point. &amp;quot;...Every level of her structure trembles in uncertainty. Though I try, I find that as yet even I have not been strong enough to prevent such foolishness.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Your words would make a fine sermon, ser, if her people would hear it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...What might be your name, then?&amp;quot; He asks, giving the Burmecian time to respond before adding, &amp;quot;...Had you, then, any other questions? Surely you did not come just to hear of this poor fool's troubled sleep.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Between Faruja and himself, Auron is the quieter of the two. Evidenced here by how he quiets for Faruja's words. Even though he doesn't agree with all of it, he remains quiet. This is evidenced by how he frowns ever so slightly at a few phrases -- most notably 'men art good at heart'. Must not be true in all worlds, he thinks to himself.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Auron too applauds at the conclusion of the singer's performance. He waits until she has left center stage to turn his attention back to Wiegraf. The other man's reaction to the mention of Auron's 'world' being much the same seems to indicate that he is aware of the existence of the Multiverse. He also nods when Wiegraf notes him having witnessed much hell. Though when he notes 'lived to tell the tale', Auron smirks a little. &amp;quot;...In a manner of speaking.&amp;quot; Faruja knows what he's talking about.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    As for other questions, he asks quietly, &amp;quot;What do you intend to do if you do happen to topple the foundations as they stand? Wouldn't that be the perfect place for you yourself, or one of your men, to take up the positions the nobles would be knocked from? And what about the common men and women who would be affected by the shakeup?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    To explain further, he offers, &amp;quot;I have seen a world where two sides vie for what one believes is the same goal. One seeks to get there through controlling everything. The other seeks to get there through freeing the minds of all. I'd like to see where and how the conflict in this world differs from that.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja claps as well, adding in a sharp whistle. It seems appropriate, and a little teasing for a job well done. The rat's gone far too long without relaxing, and here seems a good enough place. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A hand goes to his leg. It twinges horridly. The rat takes a long draw of ale, even as his ear never ceases to tilt in Wiegraf's direction. Body language means a lot in his culture, and the rat's is one of rapt attention. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja lets out a small chuckle. There's no mirth in it. Instead, it's a nervous laugh of relief. His shoulders slump a touch. Wiegraf is everything he's wanted to belief. The rat, as he's bidden, drops all pretenses. Even his cowl is moved back to show his face. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;My deepest apologies for the deception. Inquisitor Faruja Senra, Temple Wizard and Clergyman of the Holy Church, at thine service, Ser Folles. Before ye think it, nay. 'Tis nay ploy of Church or Inquisition that brings me here. Well. Insomuch as mine presence here necessitates it so. That is, 'tis personal discretion that brings me here.&amp;quot; A look to Auron, and a smile. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Friendship beside an honorable companion. And curiousity about a person whom I hath always looked up to.&amp;quot; Wiegraf may have heard the rumors of rebellion in Burmecia, shortly before a certain now-Inquisitor brokered a suspiciously swift deal of unity to both sides. Rumors amongst certain circles, though hard evidence died with Burmecia itself, would contend the rat was on the side of those seeking the end of Kingship there. The recent legal battles over both Order and Corpse Brigade troops, as well as the Baert fiasco and actions against the Ebon Eye may well put the rat at an odd crossroads with rebel groups. He might have sympathies, but the rat certainly is driven by duty. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The rat wets his lips again. Wiegraf's truth strikes hard. &amp;quot;...I wish I could say otherwise.&amp;quot; Are his quiet, calculated words to lack of firmness. They might say more than any outright admission might say. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; His tail flicks, and he goes quiet a moment thoughtfully. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;By the Lord, I wish I had answers. All I may say, is that a single person cannot carry the weight of the world, Ser Folles unless ye happen to be named 'Ajora'. Find those ye may truly trust. None may say if Ivalice shall ever find peace and equality, but at the least, we may all die with good friends whom hath fought with all their might for what they believe to be truth and justice.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then, there's a smile to Auron. &amp;quot;Doth not forget to meet those...'out of town' as ye humans say. The Multiverse is an opportunity for those of crafty and forward-looking minds.&amp;quot; Offers the rat finally. He'd be dead many times over if it weren't for those he's met off-world. The Burmecian would hate to see Wiegraf die without their help. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The rat considers Wiegraf's question. &amp;quot;Mmm. Aside from mere chance to meet ye? A warning. Or, rather, a caution. Doth not fall to the Ebon Eye's folly. Which is the greater threat, a rotting plank, or a ravenous, diseased animal? Archadia shall devour all, saint and sinner alike. By all means, carve apart the foundations of Ivalice. I merely ask ye consider the wolves that would pick clean its bones. I hath had quite enough of dead countries from conquering tyrants. I hath no desire to cross blades with ye, Ser Folles, the Lord's own truth. But I shall if I must for the sake of all of God's children in this country.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He smirks at the end, his tone lightening. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Though I admit the chance to test mine skill and mettle against such a man of thine calibre to be quite exciting.&amp;quot; Mage or not, the rat is a knight and warrior. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A pause. &amp;quot;Mayhaps there is a time for this sermon, or something close. A...reminder to all, that we art all of the same cloth. Baert shall prove a lesson to Ivalice. Or so I pray. I intend to make him an example of those whom think 'birth' puts them above the lives of others due to something so paltry as 'station'.&amp;quot; Faruja spits on the ground, then drains the rest of his ale. It's refreshing to speak so openly.&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Auron's words have Faruja thinking. His tail clenches his chair. He calls for several drinks. He's going to stumble out of here, with how reckless he's being, on principle. Only Wiegraf's reassurances has him not being paranoid. The rat prays he can truly trust the man. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Can any say what shall become of Ivalice? Our current path is one of either a slow demise, Ser Auron, or a swift consumption by the hound that is Archadia. Better, methinks, that Ivalice's common people, the most numerous of us all, steer the course of her destiny. If 'tis to ruin? Well. Better by our own hand than by that of greedy nobles or heartless tyrants, methinks.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He clears his throat slightly. &amp;quot;There shall always be those whom art weak of heart, willing to give into greed and lust. Should there be those whom wish to stand against them and with the power to do so? /That/ is what must exist within a truly perfect society. Regulation, unity of purpose, and a true desire to work towards the common good without thought for ones' self.&amp;quot; Ends the rat as his other drinks arrive. Pardon him while he plays the drunkard for appearances sake.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;It is true, that one must have a plan for how to rebuild once a structure has been knocked down...&amp;quot;, Wiegraf responds to Auron, before listening to Faruja's introduction. He's quiet, contemplative, for a few moments and then, &amp;quot;...I have been approached by the Church before, as I am sure you are doubtlessly aware. Some would call me an overly trusting fool, and I'd have too agree, but I believe you... Your Holiness.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;When the rat pauses, Wiegraf offers, &amp;quot;One moment.&amp;quot; before standing to head toward the bar again.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He walks briskly over to the bar and speaks to the bartender briefly. He literally just leaves Auron and Faruja to hang on that note, as some manner of verbal exchange - with the bartender leaning in to hear him over the roar of the bar activity - occurs between them. Wiegraf pats the bar, turning askance to offer a shy smile to the songstress who tugs at his sleeve. The pair exchange words briefly, and she seems amused. Wiegraf averts his eyes, perhaps embarassed.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It's a stark contrast to his usual, composed, war face. A subtle reminder that however big his dreams may be, he's still a mere boy.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The bartender returns with a tray of glasses and a pitcher of ale, and Wiegraf departs the bar to return with tray. He sets it softly on the table, offering a drink, silently. There's several dirty glasses and two clean here, clearly he is offering the clean ones. &amp;quot;Another drink, then, Inquisitor Senra?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Once he's seated again, he leans back into his chair and listens contemplatively to the rest of what Faruja has to say. He nods knowingly, at several junctions - including when Faruja warns him against assuming he alone can steer the course of world, and of Archadia. One can even see him avert his eyes momentarily at the mention of crossing swords. A sign, perhaps, he does not feel as enthusiastic about the idea as the rat priest does.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;At the tail end of it, Wiegraf draws a breath and offers, &amp;quot;You and I, Your Holiness, are of the same mind. I am not foolish enough to believe that I alone can steer her destiny. And Archadia is ever upon my mind, I would like nothing better than to destroy them as well. But I understand, if I do not play the meager hand I am dealt carefully... I risk forfeiting everything. More than you know.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; As to Auron's earlier question, Wiegraf takes the dirty glasses and sets them up in a pyramid scheme, before speaking again. &amp;quot;The inherent problem with human social hierarchies is that there must always be someone above all the rest. If power is concentrated in the hands of one, or a few, then there is a potential for corruption. Even I, am not immune to such - and I'd be a fool to believe I were.&amp;quot; He grasps the top glass, removing it, &amp;quot;...No, I harbor no foolish belief that I alone can guide Ivalice's fate.&amp;quot; He places the glass down, and then arrays the glasses in a straight line. &amp;quot;Leveling the field means only putting the power to decide the fate of one and all back where it belongs: into the hands of the common man. I envision a world where every person has a say, and no man's word is better than any other.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron pauses as Faruja reveals the details of who he is. Auron is relieved when he notes that Wiegraf doesn't get upset about it. Auron is, after all, used to the clergy being the real enemy. Sorry, templerat! Faruja gets a pass, though. Mostly. Because he seems willing to see that the clergy aren't perfect. Faruja's mention of the 'out of town' help draws a nod. &amp;quot;There are those from...&amp;quot; Pause. &amp;quot;'Out of town', as Faruja puts it, who would come to your aid,&amp;quot; he confirms. &amp;quot;So hopefully you'll have plenty of help to ferret out the untrustworthy from your men, if there are any.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He frowns a little at Faruja's warning. He's not been completely sure of what's going on, only that the nobles are largely people who need to have a good stout beating -- or worse -- applied to them. &amp;quot;It's always harder to fight your enemies when you don't know who they are.&amp;quot; But he also has to point out, &amp;quot;What better time to conquer a country than when its people are divided by their own troubles? The people can't present a united front to fight off possible invaders. With the common people and the nobles at each other's throats, Archadia must have seen Ivalice ripe for the picking.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    As for Baert? Auron has only one thing to say about him. Which he waits to say until Wiegraf returns from his trip to the bar (which also prompted a bit of a chuckle thanks to him having spied the embarrassment seemingly brought about by the woman's words). &amp;quot;As a dear departed friend of mine would say -- and please pardon the crudeness, but he was that sort -- 'I hope ya nail his ass t'the wall'.&amp;quot; A smirk. Normally he'd never use such language, but... Jecht would, and he owes his friend at least the decency to present his words as Jecht himself would have. Even if it's rude.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Faruja's statement of the future of Ivalice gets a thoughtful look. He listens, and thinks. &amp;quot;One man can't do much by himself, as you said, no matter how selfless he is. And there's no such thing as a perfect society. All you can do is your best. It's all anyone can do. It took me ten years to learn that.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He does like what he's hearing from Wiegraf, though. &amp;quot;That is a noble goal to work towards,&amp;quot; he admits. &amp;quot;Free thought is a goal I worked toward as well. My own world had a group that had a stranglehold on free thinking and development, and their dogma cost many people their lives. Including close friends of mine.&amp;quot; The way he speaks of this order in the past tense indicates it may have fallen.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    A pause then, and he looks back to Wiegraf. &amp;quot;...I do have a question that's rather unrelated to anything.&amp;quot; Pause, shift. &amp;quot;...Who is the 'Thunder God'?&amp;quot; He keeps his voice low, so no one else but this table will hear. &amp;quot;I've been called many things, but never that.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja Senra very nearly chokes on his drink as Wiegraf mentions being 'approached by the Church'. Any other time, he'd be dancing for joy. Now? Paranoia burns within him. So many secrets kept from him. Is it the High Confessor? Folmarv? Delacroix? Spitting into a handkerchief, he coughs and sputters as he tries to get his thoughts together. A hand squeezes the cross in one of his pockets hard enough that his hand bleeds. His world had always been so black and white. Now? He's not sure who to trust, and it hurts him more than any blade. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Thankfully, Wiegraf saves him any attempts at saving face. Faruja weakly smiles. For the first time in a while, the rat feels lost amongst events far larger than him. It's humbling, for a demi-human so highly placed in the world of men. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Of course.&amp;quot; He finally offers lamely. Ears flick back, and the rat hides a smirk politely. He's looked like that, and even more embarassingly, when with Ainsley. By the time the man's back the rat seems in good spirits. He takes a clean glass only to bow in thanks. Polite to a fault, these nezumi. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The drink is taken and consumed before he even speaks. Jecht would be proud. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Ye art an excellent host, Ser. My thanks.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The rat chuckles at Wiegraf's lack of enthusiasm. &amp;quot;Some art borne makers of peace. Others warchocobos.&amp;quot; States the rat simply enough. One guess which Faruja happens to be. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A slow sigh. &amp;quot;I cannot fault ye that much. There was an 'Earth' man, a storied general and warrior. 'Let the dice fall where they may' where his words, I believe, or somesuch.&amp;quot; Faruja isn't sure if Wiegraf will end his enemy, ally, or something in between. But he's thankful for the chance to speak and understand the man. He's not dissappointed. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;All art sinful. Only through the grace of the Lord shall we be saved.&amp;quot; Comments the rat. It might be expected, but the rat believes it. Only through faith comes unity. Faruja clings to that desperately, lest his entire world unravel. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Auron is far too correct on Archadia. &amp;quot;Bloody right. Frankly? I am surprised it took so long. The Archadians hath been fighting a shadow war for Ivalice long before their current agressions. Attempting to slay Inquisitors and the like. More fool them.&amp;quot; Faruja smirks here. Good old national pride surfaces. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; At the mention of nails, Faruja simply smiles. &amp;quot;Oh. I assure ye. I hath fought far too long against that man to let him go suitably unpunished. All art equal before the eyes of the Lord, and those whom break His Divine Laws shall face the same fate. I pride myself on meteing out appropriate punishments, as the Lady Inquisitor Diamonde taught me.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A brow rises. 'No perfect society'? Clearly the rat might beg to differ. Still, he smiles quietly. He'll abide by the man's dissention. He respects Auron. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Two ears perk. Thunder God Cid. Faruja leans back comfortably in his chair. Oh yes. He wants to hear this one.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I am reluctant to trust those who are not part of our weave.&amp;quot; Wiegraf admits, to Auron's statement. &amp;quot;Not for reasons of malice. It springs from the following idea: one must have both good intentions, and right understanding to solve a problem. I fear those external to Ivalice can not truly understand what ails her.&amp;quot; He slides a dirty glass, thoughtfully, pausing in his speech for a beat, &amp;quot;...I am also of the belief that her people must resolve their own conflicts. I am not of the mind to see them beholden to a new master. That is exatly what I wish to avoid.&amp;quot; He gives Auron a knowing glance, surely he must understand by now... that Wiegraf is completely averse to the idea of Ivalicians being subject to anyone else's authority.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Let the dice fall where they may...&amp;quot; Wiegraf nods, slowly, to that. &amp;quot;...Wise words, no doubt from a man who saw much of the world. One cannot help, sometimes, to feel as though one's circumstances were in fact decided by a mere game...&amp;quot; He pauses at that sobering thought. &amp;quot;...But every game has rules, and even the best written of rules can be exploited.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;At Faruja's delaration of 'more fool them', the rebel knight chuckles, &amp;quot;...More fool them indeed, even the most desperate of beasts know better than to gnaw on the bones of a corpse besides. It only proves their single-mindedness. A thing I am certain we can take advantage of.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;To the mention of Thunder Gods, Wiegraf's eyebrows knit... momentarily... and he casts a quizzical glance at Auron. ... Then, suddenly, he gets it. His eyebrows lift, the young man nods softly, and rubs at his chin, &amp;quot;...I do see it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He laces his fingers, leaning back, and draws a breath, &amp;quot;...Where does one begin? How does one properly put to words, such an admittedly glorious legend without doing it a disservice?&amp;quot; There's quiet for a few moments again, as Wiegraf thinks, &amp;quot;He is a man who has rightly earned his name. Though he dwells amongst the numbers of my most hated enemy, I admit I respect him greatly. He, too, is a champion of men - one which I can only dream to be. He is the savior of Ivalice from the gripping jaws of death known as the Fifty Years War. A long, utterly contemptuous, squabble amogst the nobility which brought Ivalice to its knees. It is the reason for the state we are in. It was a war between Ivalice, and its neighboring nation of Ordallia. Both are ruled by the same blood lines, like as not.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Wiegraf pauses again, to let that sink in. &amp;quot;It was fear of his strength alone that saw Ordallia accept a peace treaty. It is said that the moment he enters the battlefield, every man on the opposing side is already dead. He is presently the General of Duke Druksmald Goltanna of the Order of the Southern Sky. A charitable man, who cares for the welfare of Ivalice's people. If she had but one living champion - it would be him. There is no place, not even Archadia, where his honorable name does not bring utmost respect.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Wiegraf turns, then, to look out the window. It is getting to be night fall. &amp;quot;I apologize, good gentlemen. But the hour is late for me.&amp;quot; And he stands, &amp;quot;If there is aught else, I needs be going. Pleasure to meet you both.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Really, if the situation with Auron and Faruja could be truly told, it would be a good example of how different people can coexist. Auron's beliefs are completely different from Faruja's. Just as Faruja keeps silent on the difference of opinion over 'no perfect society', so too does Auron on the 'all are sinful' business, out of respect for Faruja. The samurai knows where he's going when he dies; he's been there before.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    As to Archadia jumping in when tensions in Ivalice are high, Auron says, &amp;quot;I suppose it's too much to ask for the two sides of this conflict in Ivalice to work with each other if they're told that this infighting is only strengthening Archadia.&amp;quot; It's not a question. He's pretty sure that's the case, but it's worth mentioning anyway. To note, from the sounds of his words, he's not placing blame for the situation on any one group's shoulders.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Wiegraf's reasons for why he doesn't seek outside help are indeed valid, and Auron nods. &amp;quot;That's completely understandable, that Ivalice should write its own story,&amp;quot; he replies. &amp;quot;Though, that said, I may understand some of what your world suffers from. Perhaps one day I can tell you more, and you'll be able to judge for yourself.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    When Wiegraf sees what Auron meant by the Thunder God reference, he explains, &amp;quot;My robes were dusty from travel, that's all. Several people there thought I was this 'Thunder God'.&amp;quot; He quiets, to listen to the explanation of who this person is. Though the brow of his remaining eye rises a bit in surprise at the mention of the two countries being ruled by the same bloodline. That's an interesting idea too... but now is not the time.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;I see,&amp;quot; he notes to this explanation. And the mention of the hour getting later gets a nod. &amp;quot;Thank you for speaking with us both, Sir Folles.&amp;quot; Officially knighted or not, as Wiegraf said, a man's deeds determine his true worth. And a man who would defend those who the people at the top care nothing for is worthy of the title 'sir', as far as Auron is concerned. &amp;quot;Good to meet you as well. Take care. And I do offer my help, if you want it,&amp;quot; he adds mildly. &amp;quot;If not, I understand, but it's there if you want it.&amp;quot; He isn't going to be offended if not; he understands why.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja can't help but smile. &amp;quot;If 'tis aught but a 'game', then let us bend those rules 'til they threaten to snap for the good of those we hold dear. These 'rules' of men hath done but a very few much prosperity in Ivalice. To the Abyss with them, I say. Should they be destroyed utterly for the sake of the people? Well. In theory at least, the Holy Church is neutral in such conflicts. An Inquisitor aught best keep his thoughts to Heavenly Law.&amp;quot; So long as innocents aren't hurt, Faruja wouldn't bat an eye at seeing every noble and royal dead by Wiegraf's hand. Folmarv chose better than perhaps he knew. An oath sworn to Faram is something the rat clings to like a piece of floatsam in freezing waters. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Here, the rat tows the line with a grin. &amp;quot;One merely must defend that which treads upon his domain, Church or mortal authority alike.&amp;quot; Members of the Inquisition aren't known for caring about authority or jurisdiction when they can get away with it. The hate for the Archadians in his eye might make that bit clear, whatever his words. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja does nothing but nod at Wiegraf's description of the Thunder God. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Truly good men art hard to find in Ivalice. We art a desperate people, high and low, human, viera, nezumi, ye name it. So easy to fall to power and greed.&amp;quot; Faruja hardly counts himself amongst such men as the Thunder God. He can only do what he feels best. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja (shakily, and drunkenly) stands with the help of his flotsam 'cane'. He leans on Auron, missing his sword-cane desperately. The weapon had served both purposes well ove rthe years. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Go with Faram and the Holy Saint, my Child. Never fear to ask for Confession. Thine secrets art safe with those low men of the Cloth and God.&amp;quot; A nod. The rat means it. His first love has always been as a simple Priest. Priests are good at keeping the sins of men. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Wiegraf gets one final look. &amp;quot;If ye hath aught else to do with the Multiverse, I pray ye do this much: look up the tale of 'Pandora's Box'. Ye shall find it curious.&amp;quot; One can't exactly shove the Multiverse out of Ivalice, once it's let in. A lesson the rat has well learned by now. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Sigh. Faruja slumps against Auron. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;If ye wouldst be so kind, Ser Auron, get me the bloody abyss out of here lest I do aught else reckless and inpolitic. Lord in heaven, Inquisitor Diamonde shall lecture me for hours after this.&amp;quot; This entire trip has been foolish to the rat's more rational mind. The rest is simply content for having the chance to be honest with Wiegraf Folles, a man who has shaped much of the rat's world view unknowningly. At least he can excuse it all with drink this night.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Betrayal of Baert: Final</title>
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|Date of Scene=2014/06/24&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=The Lord Baert has now been indemnified by all parties, and all appears to be lost. He may well get away with being responsible for the deaths of innocents, engaging in illegal backdoor deals, and attempting to assassinate his own Chief Operating Officer. But there's still a problem... one nosy little Burmecian Rat still has the evidence and the motivation to have that judgement overturned.&lt;br /&gt;
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|Thanks=The players! All one billion of them! ;_;&lt;br /&gt;
|Cast of Characters=3, 6, 109, 129, 151, 152, 183, 236, 275, 307&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Clockwork City, Goug -&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Night has fallen upon Goug, yet even so - it is well lit tonight despite the only major light sources being torches and window lights scattered throughout the city. This is primarily because there is a festival being held here today, a small but meaningful event sponsored by the Church itself - intended to take the edge off of recent events for the citizenry. All of the city's streets are flush with people, but the market place is paricularly busy. Stalls are scattered about, selling various goods - many hand-made by the peasantry - and for sale. The smell of various inviting local dishes being prepared is also pervasive here and the organized chaos of this event manifests itself even in sound.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Puppet shows, dancing, improvised theatre, and other spectacles are also here. On this day, seeing all of the excitement and energy of the citizenry - one would be hard-pressed to figure out anything had recently been wrong...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Oh damn does this smell good. Faruja mentioned the festival, and Adelaide is more than happy to show up. She's been through the market already, snagging a random item or two, and at the moment is settled in at one of the tables in what passes for a food court.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    And the meal before her tastes even better than it smells. If she weren't the dour sourpuss she always practices being, she'd be grinning from ear to ear and absolutely loving it; it's almost enough to distract her from the real reason she's here - which is, at the moment, folded up and tucked discreetly into the backpack she's got on.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    But the carbine and spare magazines, as well as her concerns about Faruja's safety, aren't entirely off her mind.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Despite what she's wearing, somehow Mizuki manages to blend right in with the crowds. Her parasol is up and her countenance radiant as she strolls by a few stalls, heels clicking. It has been a while since she was last in this world, and that time she never made an appearance at all! All that she did was done in the interest of staying hidden, but now... hoho~. She's free to wander, flaunting her fine clothes and expensive tastes wherever she pleases. Really, she may not mesh well with the whole 'church' business, but that's not why she's here. She's here for the culture! The ambience! And... well... the coincidence.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    See, despite appearances, Mimi doesn't plan on much. At the very most, she probably saw an advertisement for the festival a few days ago. At the least...? She was on a stroll and just ended up here. Whatever the case, she's here /now/, and if there are festivities then... well. That does bring up some darker thoughts, doesn't it? Public events like this -are- a rather lovely method of covering it up when something goes wrong, but let's give the situation the benefit of the doubt for now, yes? Yes. And... maybe she could find Faruja, just in case? If she's right - and really, she always is whenever she can feel her authorial sense tingling like it is now - she will find other members of the Union here. And possibly...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    ... others.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Well. That was a sobering thought. She takes a deep breath as she recalls the two 'demon women' she had seen before. If they're still here, and if this tale is anything like other stories she has read, there's some connection between them and the church. The law of irony, you know? And judging from the prevalence of the church here, well... there might be conspiracy afoot.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    But! Innocent until proven otherwise. Until something explodes, she saunters down the road, smile as bright as ever.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:275|Alexandra Knox (275)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Outside the city, there's a dustcloud forming up. The cause becomes obvious fairly quickly, a veritable stampede of local monsters is chasing a teenage girl, armed with little more than a bronze breastplate, bronze spear, and abstractum shield. She is being creative with her spear, stabbing backwards at the monsters that get too close, but it's too much for her to fight. &amp;quot;Help!&amp;quot; She yells out to the guards at the gate. &amp;quot;I can't fight ''this'' many!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is here with Faruja and sees that people have been throwing a heck of a party. She seems in a fairly good mood with this and she's here to enjoy herself somewhat but she's collecting food and shoving it into her inventory. Why? She'll take it home later to her body that can /enjoy/ it better. Still she did stand out towering in at 6 foot 3 before her boots added a few more inches in height? It left the Salamander towering over people, also the ears were a give away too. Still she looked for all the world to be some sort of Templar or paladin though the crosses on her armour are very likely alien to this world. Some sort of foreign paladin? Odd no? &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Either way where was Faruja hiding today, Tomoe would have to seek him out and see just what he was up to.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Having decided to visit this place, because so far out of the places he has visited so far this has been the place he has felt the most comfortable, even if things are far more advanced than his home. It just has a certain feel to him, s finding a festival leaves Allyn a little surprised, but he takes it in stride, well something a bit relaxed might be nice after all the recent troubles he'd been finding himself in. He's currently stalking through the festival in his preferred form, the wolf today with a slight limp, seems he got himself injured somehow again, but he's happy its not as bad as a few days ago.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He lifts his head and sniffs the air as he smells the scents of food and his muzzle wrinkles a little and he sighs. It may smell good, but it's most likely all cooked, but of course that doesn't stop him from sniffing at the scents in the air, while he may not eat cooked things, he does appreciate the smell of them. He also perks up his ears and listens to the sounds of the festival around him, while keeping an eye out for anyone who might try to chase off a wild animal.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Festival! Yes, even Auron is interested in seeing this. Not just because he wants to see what kind of parallels he can draw between the Church of Glabados and the Church of Yevon, but because... festival! Food! Games! People-watching! Now that he's not so morose and moody -- or alternately, high-strung and moody, as he was when he was younger -- he actually has the capability to enjoy a festival.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He's come in his usual attire, with the long red coat. It doesn't look /too/ out of place. There is, however, one addition. Auron usually keeps his left arm tucked in his coat. This evening that arm is a perch. Sort of. Seems a black-and-white cat has taken up residence there. Auron had made repeated attempts to remove it, but all of them had been in vain, so he'd eventually just let the thing stay there. It wasn't hurting anything.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Thus, the cat remains. The cat's head pokes out of the coat, and it looks as though it's either asleep or near it. The spectacle draws odd looks and the occasional snicker from passersby. Auron doesn't seem to care.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:3|Roll (3)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Robot Masters cannot enjoy human food, but even so, why not enjoy the FUN of a festival? Roll's been helping Faruja for a while, but hasn't even really gotten a chance to see Ivalice as the place it's meant to be, outside all these crazy issues! So she's come to Goug to see the sights, study the foods (maybe collect some recipes!) and hang with some friends. With her humble little red dress, she doesn't look the least bit out of place while standing...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    RIGHT BEHIND AURON!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;... Where did the little one come from, mister?!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Today is a religious festival. It wouldn't take long to find out just where Father Faruja Senra has made himself off to. A pulpit. One that's suspiciously made from a few wooden boxes that once contained fruit, but any port in a storm. Short stature or not, he makes up for it with /volume/. This might not be comforting for his newly acquired Navy-girl Guard (tm). &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Aaand give thanks to Him, for all that ye hath been given in life! Though times art dark and war looms near, that tragedy befalls this place, never forget thine Faith and the love of Saint Ajora! For in the worst times of tribulation art true believers tested! This do I swear to ye, oh Children of the Lord, that these things shall all pass until the Kingdom of Heaven greets ye all! In the name of Holy Faram and Saint Ajora, Amen!&amp;quot; The crowd about him is rather large. He didn't even bring his Inquisitorial cross. At this point, the rat doesn't need it. He's gained quite the reputation amongst certain circles, both good and bad. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Stepping down, it takes him a good five minutes to dispense enough platitudes and blessings to actually be able to wander over to Addie, Tomoe, and the many others who are here. Notably, he was all but shoved his food and drink by a faithful stall-owner. In turn, the rat 'accidentally' left a coinpurse. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Flump! Faruja lets out a sigh, and takes a pull of a large mug of beer. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Lady Flowers, Lady Tomoe, to a day of celebration, life, and bloody normalcy for once.&amp;quot; Sigh. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja doesn't seem to notice Auron and his feline friend just yet, too busy devouring food and drink with exhausted gusto. Allyn, in dog form, is dismissed as just that for the moment. It'd be easy for Mizuki, and really everyone, to find the rat after that loud performance though. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Two ears perk. &amp;quot;...Doth someone hear the sound of...a chocobo stampede?&amp;quot; The rat's not near the gates, but those fuzzy ears are good for something. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The rat's free hand descends to his robes, patting a small lump at his side. Within, the Holy Stone rests, a warm and almost comforting feel to the rat. Recently, he's rarely been able to part with it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    On her little stroll, Mizuki runs right into Faruja's sermon. Spinning her parasol slowly, she listens carefully, giving a small tilt of her head. She knew Faruja was /religious/, but she didn't know the man was a pastor! Or... well. Of high enough status to be giving such public 'performances'. She smiles, soon hiding her expression with a free arm so as not to offend the masses. 'You learn something new ever day', she inwardly quips.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    But as soon as he finishes, Mizuki shadows him. Weaving through the crowds, she, too, runs in to Tomoe and Flowers... though none of the three may notice her until she gives Faruja a (likely surprising) taptap on the shoulder.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;That was quite a sermon my friend.&amp;quot; Smile~. &amp;quot;And I must say, this city is quite beautiful during times of celebration.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron turns at the sound of the voice. &amp;quot;Hm?&amp;quot; Pauses, looks at Roll. He offers a bit of a wry halfsmile, looking at the cat just sitting there like it owned his coat. &amp;quot;It happened to crawl into my coat while I was looking at what one of the food vendors had, and has resisted all my efforts to evict it from its current space.&amp;quot; He's kidding around a little, even if he's serious. &amp;quot;But it's not causing trouble.&amp;quot; He hears Faruja's sermon, and looks to Roll as it ends. &amp;quot;Shall we go say hello?&amp;quot; he suggests, heading over in the direction of Faruja and the others. Not out-walking Roll, mind.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    The lizard girl is, of course, here, but hard to spot among the crowd. She has found a place to climb on top of, and happens to be surveying the proceedings from there. She is in a set of leather armor as always when she comes to Ivalice, never seen without it. She keeps her red eyes fixed on where Faruja is at all times, only occasionally looking around to check out what is happening.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She does not seem impressed or disapproving of the sermon. She has always had a very neutral affect to most things. It would be boring, but she is a very intense creature, so the neutrality comes with this air of constant examination and thought.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She has her Thaumostatic Harness on, allowing her the luxury of moving from perch to perch in case Faruja moves out of her field of view.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn perks his ears again, as he hears the sermon, hmm, that voice sounds familiar, doesn't it? He starts to limp off towards the source of the voice, but for a moment he gets stopped by a young child, &amp;quot;Oh, puppy.&amp;quot; the child then begins to pet him and he gives a sigh. Imagine that a noble wolf being treated like a common dog and being petted? Ah well, he suffers through it and just for a moment he thinks about wagging his tail for the child, but no, he wont lower himself that much. Besodes, its a cub that's petting him, so he settles for pushing his cold nose against the palm of the child's hand, which gets a giggle.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He then limps back off once he's had enough of the emberassing petting.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Then he has found his way towards where Faruja and the others are gathered, he stops a few moments and tilts his head, seeing who all might be there. Well he knows Mizuki and Faruja it seems, so he stalks over closer to them, &amp;quot;Good evening, Lord Faruja, lady Mizuki.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Pff, he keeps calling her Lady. Well, it's a habit he's not gonna break anytime soon, that's for damn sure, and Addie just kind of sighs. Instead of complaining at him again, though, the gunsmith just nods and grins right back. &amp;quot;Inquisitor Senra. Bloody normalcy indeed, eh.&amp;quot; She glances back to the makeshift pulpit, and smirks slightly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Seems you've not lost your touch, that's for sure. But it never hurts to put a nice spin on things...&amp;quot; Chocobo? It makes the woman give a glance around; she doesn't quite hear the commotion at the gates - but the distraction buys just enough time for the elegant Mizuki to appear at Faruja's shoulder.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Which /does/ startle the quick-nerved guard, though the clear presence of an Elite before her is obviously not a threat. And Mizuki is being polite, so Addie stands down (short joke!) and instead settles back into her lunch. For a moment, anyway...at least until the talking dog appears. Facepalm.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Hello multiverse, almost forgot you were there.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:275|Alexandra Knox (275)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Through the gate, Lex helps the guards fend off the incoming stampede of monsters, after a bit, she heads deeper into town, shouting &amp;quot;Thanks!&amp;quot; Then she starts to wander through town, inadvertently heading towards Faruja and company. &amp;quot;Huh... guess this town is having some kind of festival.&amp;quot; She stops at a food stand, and orders something tasty looking.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Mizuki gives Allyn's nose a few polite taps - not pets, taps! There's a clear distinction, really! - on the nose in greeting. &amp;quot;Evening, Allyn~.&amp;quot; Then, she... stares directly at flowers, smiling. She, uh... really has this creepy thing down, doesn't she? Without a word, she bows slightly, both hands clasped around her parasol.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;And a pleasant evening to you as well, miss~.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;You too, milady.&amp;quot; There's something about the rather well-dressed woman that sets Addie's protocol-senses tingling; she curtseys a moment as best as she can before setting the last bits of her snack aside. The words are honest, and immediately identify the peasant as what she is, but there's a look in Addie's eyes that isn't quite completely accepting. After all, Samael's a perfectly sociable girl when she's not immediately trying to kill people in batch lots...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:3|Roll (3)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Roll's beaming up at Auron, though the expension turns a bit wryly mischevious at the tale of the kity. She reaches up to gently stroke the cat just once, then dashes off to go listen to Faruja's speech.. sermon?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Yeah, definitely!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe sees that Faruja has been busy preaching, she doesn't mind he's more interesting than some of the priests she's listend to over the years. EIther way she looks as she getg the food, she takes it with a grin and thanks the man before turning her attention to Faruja. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Quite the party isn't it? Some things don't change regardless of the era or the world.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; If it can be formented humans will find a way to /do/ so. Mizuki also gets a noice as she seems to pop in. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Hello to you as well.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Well, he seems alright that Mizuki taps him on the nose, good thing he considers her a friend, he even deigns it appropriate to lick her on the hand in greeting. No he doesn't feel bad about it and doesn't think of it as degrading, but no she wont get a tail wag, no one will get that honor, expect for maybe another wolf. He also greets Adelaide, &amp;quot;Good evening.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The pair of heavily armored gate guards were quick to rush to Alexandra's aid, engaging the monsters in combat so that the girl herself can slip into the city. Upon entering, she'd likely note that more guards clad in evergeen cloth and shining silver steel rush past her to see that this little disturbance is put to an end swiftly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Upon a stone rooftop above, near the base of a smoking chimney - the object... or rather objects... of Mizuki's concern literally sit watching like hawks eyeing prey. (Pic: http://goo.gl/3lhe90) Two bodacious, scantily-clad, blonde bombshells in violetand royal blue dress sit side-by-side... watching the spectacle of Faruja's sermon. It'd be hard to tell which was which, if not for their signature colors.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Celia speaks, &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:blue3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;How cute, he's reciting his own little funeral prayer.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;, the girl lets her chin rest upon an upturned palm... blonde hair curtaining her right eye as she watches.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Lettie, meanwhile, is eyeing the market streets silently for a good stretch of time. After sweeping it, thoroughly, she stands, and adds, &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:violet&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Let's get this over with.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; before leaping from the building roof.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Within mere moments, Faruja would see a fellow priest walk into his field of vision. An elderly gentlemen, he approaches a pair of commoners to engage them... and then almost immediately topples over before reaching them.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A scream permeates the marketplace. The gentleman had, apparently, been the recipient of a thrown knife to the neck. Wha happens next is swift, almost a blur... the violet-garbed assassin leaps to the ground and snatches the body before darting away from the crowd... straight toward a maze of city back streets...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    The scream instantly puts Auron on his guard. In addition, the cat in his coat decides that's a good time to beat feet, and hops out, running in the opposite direction of the chaos. Immediately he's heading for where Faruja is, and asks, &amp;quot;What happened?&amp;quot; He didn't see the murder. His question is not necessarily aimed at only Faruja, but to anyone in his area.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Old habits die hard, particularly in places where it's expected. The guardian of an Inquisitor deserves at least that much to the old fashioned nezumi! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Siiip. Ahh, Goug ale is the best. &amp;quot;There is no need for 'spin', my dear! For the Word of the Lord is immutab...&amp;quot; Addie gets saved another more personal sermon as he's tapped on the shoulder. Perhaps understandably, he's been jumpy lately. A hand goes for his blaze gun, only to halt as his brain works out the voice. A call of 'Heretic' dies on his tongue. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Instead, the rat stands, and offers a deep bow for the girl. Faruja honestly likes Mizuki, and it shows in his wide smile. &amp;quot;Lady Mizuki, how good to see ye! Ye do this humble nezumi far too much honor, I merely preach the word of the Lord as it hath been passed to me. Enjoying the city then? Yes, 'tis quite lively.&amp;quot; His voice drops. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Poor people need it, desperately after all that hath befallen them. Their souls and spirits must be kept high, to survive through these times.&amp;quot; Is whispered to Mizuki, Addie, and anyone who gets up close. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Speaking of! There's a wolf. Faruja can't help it. Allyn gets a scritch on the ear and a plate of salad and steak. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Please, call me Father Senra here, Ser Allyn! I am...well, here for the festival. Nothing official for once.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; An Auron and a roll and a kitty are strolling up. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Dame Roll, Ser Auron! Come, come one and all, for the Lord is most blessed and offers thee His bounty this day!&amp;quot; Seems Faruja's needed it too, as his spirits are running high. Almost desperately so. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Tomoe gets a laugh! &amp;quot;Celebrations art food for the spirit, and rememberance of history, Dame Tomoe!&amp;quot; he passes her a glass of ale. On yes. Ale is celebration too. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; All good things come to an end, and in Ivalice it's often violence. Case in point, a good priest is struck down and his body carted away. Faruja's reacting almost before he can process it all. Weapon drawn, one hand flicking his Inquisitorial cross from within his robes, his voice calls out over the screams. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;GUARDSMEN! HERETICS ART COME! Find anyone suspicious, particularly two blonde women in shades of violet! Not a single person leaves!&amp;quot; Orders the rat, praying his authority will be enough to galvanize the locals. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then, he's motioning towards Auron and the rest even as he hastes himself. The rat charges towards the path blazed by one of the Assassins. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He taps his linkshell. &amp;quot;Ainsley, make sure ye follow that one! Mayhaps her accomplice is about as well, ensure we doth not fall into a trap!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A murder, Ser Auron. And mayhaps a trap. Those women art corrupt! We must track them down!&amp;quot; Should they catch one of the assassins, it would surely be a doorway for the rat to kick the hinges off of the 'closed' investigation into Baert.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Her authorial sense is never wrong, is it? She sighs. No, not even if she wants it to be, apparently.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    As soon as she hears the scream, she's... gone. Vanished. Flowers, who had just been staring her down, would see nothing there after the literal bat of an eyelash. She... /was/ actually there, wasn't she? She had to have been. And yet... now she isn't. Maybe it's some sort of power of hers? Regardless of what the others can see, hear, or otherwise sense, though, Mizuki is still there. Watching. If and when someone comes, she will be there... and she will be ready. Meanwhile, she carefully studies the world around them. What had killed that man?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Whatever it was, it was silent. Deadly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Silent and deadly are words used to describe assassins.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She can't be certain, but if her authorial sense is correct this time, someone else could be on the chopping block too. Who had just died? A clergyman, it looks like. And who had just been giving a sermon...?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Her skin crawls, and she looks back to Faruja. Now more than ever, she hopes that she's wrong.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:275|Alexandra Knox (275)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Lex comes into the marketplace proper just in time to see the murder, she instinctively gives chase, but abandons that before much time, she heads to Faruja, doing some breathing exercises to help her calm down from all that running faster. When she's done with them, she greets, &amp;quot;Hey. Uh, do you mind if I stay near you while there's assassins prowling about? I can't give chase after all the running I just did.&amp;quot; Both sides of her spear are covered in monster blood and slime.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    A frown grows on Ainsley's face when she hears the scream. She reaches to draw a dagger out of its scabbard, squinting off in the direction it came from. She notices the figure dart off, carrying someone, and likely trailing a bit of blood along the way. She is already getting up to a stand when she overhears Faruja's words.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She pops up into the air, a beacon of electricity. She turns and follows after the fleeing woman. She has several advantages here: Flight, maneuverability, and sharp eyes. It's very unlikely that the woman can easily escape an Eye in the Sky kind of approach, she feels, unless she finds some kind of underground passage to throw off the tail.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Tracking now,&amp;quot; she tells Faruja over the linkshell.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe was enjoying herself and she looks back to Faruja. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;We should enjoy it yes.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She takes the Ale from Faruja and is starting to sip at it just as everything goes to hell. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A certain pair of murdering women drop in and there's no time to respond to them sadly. She was not expecting cold blooded murder today, not one little bit. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Damn it.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; she's not going for her sword no she's just moving to follow up with Faruja's orders. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Faruja I suspect we'll have more blood to deal with if we don't find the those trampy looking hit women.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She seems to freeze up for a moment, why? She's turning on fraps there may be some use to that later and now she's going to move to chase after the two women. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I had enough of gutter trash like you two on my world!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:3|Roll (3)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Sensing that trouble's brewing, what with Faruja roaring about, Roll starts loading up her combat protocols and other code to help handle the situation, but that's only AFTER she shrieks, &amp;quot;WHAT?! During the festival?!&amp;quot; With a panicked look up at Faruja! She glances about at the others around, including the crowds, and flinches where she stands. &amp;quot;No way... not here! There's so many people around...!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    The reaction from the guards is something Addie didn't quite expect, but she sees where they're going - that must be the chocobo problem Faruja mentioned. Meanwhile, said Faruja is greeting this well-dressed newcomer as a friend, and Adelaide relaxes...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Until, that is, there's a scream - and a clergyman goes down, knife to the neck. It doesn't take long for the body to disappear, and Addie has the barest glimpse of the corpsejacker. &amp;quot;Faruja! It's them, the pair!&amp;quot; She recognized the outfit, at least, and runs after the rat.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    One hand reaches into the backpack, drawing the carbine and unfolding it quickly. A metallic snap as the magazine goes in, and Adelaide does her damn best to catch up to the inquisitor. &amp;quot;There's still number two! Don't fall for a feint!&amp;quot; Ruby eyes scan around; she's looking for the other one of the duo. And the gun comes up, following her line of sight - just in case she can get a quick shot off at the assassins.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn lets Faruja scritch his ear, after all he considers the ratman a friend as well and he's jsut about to push his cold nsoe into his palm, when the scream is given. He pulls away and his ears perk and he sniffs the air, though its not easy with the other scents around. As Farjua takes off, he follows along with the others. then ponders, maybe it'd be better if they weren't all going the same way, but different. Noticing that Faruja's protectio is pretty much taken care of, he glances around for another way to go. Alright, so he does kind of do the dog thing, he backtracks back to where the body had been and sniffs, maybe he can track it, but maybe not.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Guards do, in fact, come at Faruja's behest... a mix of Templarate clad in evergreen and silver steel and plain city guard. They stop to inquire with the citizenry the route of the assassin, and then they take off running... likely accompanied by Faruja and his allies or perhaps a bit ahead of them.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Entering these streets, or watching from above, one would notice it is a maze. Ainsley's assumption is partially correct, a trail of feshly spilled blood leads into the corridors... but it literally stops at a wall. This could mean that either the pair went -through- the wall or...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...over the building. In any case, it does not make it easy for those on the ground to follow her. Those in the air, however, could see that she -has- in fact taken to leaping across rooftops. No sign of the other one yet. The violet-clad assassin girl seems to be making her way to the river bend at the back of the maze of city streets. Like either to cross a bridge there, or to dump the body IN the river one...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As such, the guards following are forced to split ways... breaking into groups to try and cut her off at the pass.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja pipes an awknowledgement to the Lizard in the Sky, glad that Ainsley had such forethought! He keeps a sharp ear out for any reports she makes. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Alexandra gets a nod, and then an almost feral grin at the slime and blood on her spear. &amp;quot;Blessed timing, my dear! Come! The more arms at our call, the better. These pair act as a coordinated, powerful team. Assume the worst. In Faram's name!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Yup, the rat's blood is up, notable as he speaks to Tomoe. &amp;quot;God willing it shall be theirs!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; To Roll, the rat nods. &amp;quot;Exactly why we must follow them, and in turn, hath them follow me. Away from the main concentration of people.&amp;quot; Even now, the rat's mind is on his fellow man, feeling the weight of his duties far too heavily. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja lets Addie stay just a step or two ahead of him. Likely not too hard, given the rat's limp, Haste spell or not. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Following the blood trail, there's a wall. Something so simple as a wall isn't going to stop a very angry, very frustrated young Inquisitor. Particularly when they're a Summoner. A quick incantation and there's an icey staircase leading upwards for his fellows thanks to Shiva, who remains floating beside him as he dashes up the ice-stairs. Claws help with not slipping.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Mizuki follows Faruja... but quickly falls behind. Yeah, the girl may be an elite, but she's not exactly athletic! ... which is why she has wings. She sprouts them in an invisible flourish and takes to the sky. Once she's had some time to get used to the air again, she's finally able to get her own view of the city... while also staying close enough to the ground to strike someone if things get hairy.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:275|Alexandra Knox (275)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Lex immediately follows Faruja, she stays close to the inquisitor, following him up the ice stairs and trying to get Faruja as much coverage from her shields as she can. &amp;quot;I would advice slowing down some. If we move too quickly we risk getting separated, these assassins could take advantage of that.&amp;quot; She murmers, analyzing the situation. From the way she talks, as much for her own sake as Faruja's.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Fast running is not Auron's strong suit. However, he isn't about to just not go after Faruja. He takes a tack that he's learned many times is the better one for him. He takes to the roofs. Fast he's not, but agile is another matter. He's trying to keep the rat in sight as he hops over the roofs with surprising lightness for how he normally carries himself. He won't get the height or reach that any of the flyers here will, but it'll hopefully allow him to keep Faruja in sight.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He's also listening to the radio. That woman has an accomplice. So as he heads in the direction of the others, he has his eyes (eye, actually) and ears open. His hearing's pretty good, even though it's not quite superhuman. With any luck he should be able to hear if anyone's nearby. Hopefully before they get the drop on him.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn considers changing into a faster form, but decides against it, his wolf form may not be as fast as his cheetah, but he's got better sense of smell in his current one. so he goes off running through the streets, to see if he can catch sight of the other fleeing assassin, keeping mind what the others had said the person may have been wearing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe looks about as she's chasing after the two women and she's moving pretty quickly at this point. She knows there are others skilled people holding back with Faruja and the rest. She's now on the move at this point she's moving fast but she's got the advantage of not getting tired physically in this state. Still where the heck did those two go do. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; You'd expect two women wearing as little as they do, to /stand/ out. Wait there's one. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She's moving after the one leaping from roof to roof maybe she can catch up with her. Still something feels off to her but she can't place her finger on this. This was a daring hit it had to be more than just to get rid of someone, it was a message. Yet what was it? Was it you are not safe no matter what? Was it something else? She does not know.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:3|Roll (3)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Ugh, out in public in a world that thinks robots are heresy! No summoning her armor, no calling Rush, huh?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Roll's overreacting, since nobody would even know what a robot is, probably, but that's no consolation when you're in a panic. So she breaks into a run the normal way, dashing alongside Faruja to the best of her ability. And that's pretty impressive, but even then she's barely able to keep up in a full-out sprint - her legs aren't so long, y'know!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Thakfully, there's no panting or anything. Machines rarely need rest!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Her gaze sweeps across the rooftops, through a variety of spectrums - but mostly thermal! If those assassins are up there...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Lead she does, nodding as Faruja dispenses orders and decisions. Staying ahead of Gimpy The Wonder Wizard, leading his position while Knox brings up the rear, she raises her free hand as a means of signalling the others. A closed fist, move on - a spread hand, halt. Hopefully they're following her instructions, as they pass through various points.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    And it hits her - they're being directly led somewhere. &amp;quot;Guys. Ambush bait. Knox! Faruja's yours; I'm going ahead and gonna try and trip the bastard.&amp;quot; The apparent ambush, she means; the naval infantrywoman surges ahead in a burst of inhuman quickness thanks to the divine blood in her body.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Adelaide should stand out all too well as an Elite; unlike everyone else around - Burmecian and Multiversal alike - her clothing is unique. The typical casual outfit, t-shirts, skirt and jeans, flat slipons; Addie looks more like someone at a picnic than a battlefield. That, and the compact black carbine in her hands that exudes a mechanical nastiness not at all like the typical simpler firearms of Ivalice.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Following the trail, she moves through the thinning crowd easily. The carbine stays at her shoulder, covering position after position as Addie tries to determine where the attack is coming from. With a little good luck, she'll be enough of a threat that Murderous Evil Busty Curvy Assassin Bitch Number Two will need to deal with her directly and not wait out for the main target.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    With a little /typical/ luck, she'll walk right onto a fake stone in the road that's secretly a trapdoor or a bomb or some other damn thing...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Ainsley's trajectory puts her far above the buildings, narrowing her gaze upon the fleeing girl. She knows that something is Wrong with all of this. Those demons in the mine, and what Baert was digging for... These girls given to him, and the way they killed that man effortlessly, and /knew/ they were there. This tactic of theirs, using the death of an innocent as bait... Even if they are not corrupted by some dark force, they are absolute monsters one way or another. Her nose wrinkles as she thinks about it. Awful, awful creatures, she thinks.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She makes sure to stay out of range of any knife throws, or at least far enough away that she can dodge fatal blows.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;You are not getting away,&amp;quot; she murmurs, with venom in her voice. She has already grown tired of people getting harmed in this world for some obscure secret war that she barely understands. She will see justice is done here. All will know what is transpiring in Ivalice. The truth.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    History will not be denied.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The assassin proceeds swiftly from one rooftop too another with agility that is, indeed, seemingly not human. That body is not even remotely inhibiting her speed, it is as if it weren't even there at all. With a clicking of boots against stone, she reaches her final destination... looking back over her shoulder momentarily to check. Ainsley and anyone else in the air or on the rooftops following would likely have a few eery seconds of her staring at them with a completely unmoved expression... not even a flinch of surprise... before she... smiles... and then leaps from the roof and momentarily disappears from view.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The guards which disappear down various corridors would likely disappear at some point if someone is not watching them. Whether they got lost or... something -else- happened to them is anyone's guess.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Adelaide's attempt to cut Lettie off at the pass would soon find that, -yes-, Busty Curvy Assassin Bitch #2 is watching. And she purposefully leaps from a nearby rooftop at the girl, producing a knife mid free-fall before swining it for her face. whetherther that hits anywhere or not, the blonde bombshell in &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:blue&amp;quot;&amp;gt;blue&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; then darts off down another alleway... attempting to lead her and anyone nearby watching astray.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:violet&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Lettie&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; meanwhile is still cutting across the bridge and heading toward a mostly abandoned square...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Y'know the one problem with trying to get ahead of your opponent and trigger their ambush prematurely? You end up on the wrong end of all kinds of nastiness when it works. And as the blonde leaps down from above with the knife out, Addie's got just enough time to swing the gun in her hands around before she's stabbed.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    The knife still strikes home against her arm, though the blade isn't deep. A yelp of pain, followed by a sharp pull on the trigger, and an earsplitting crack as the gun fires as a means of trying to get the blonde assassin away. It works, even if she'd meant to do that, and as she springs upwards Adelaide tracks and fires off several rounds.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    A quick report on the radio, and Addie's off, canvas flats slapping hard against the street. The quickness and reflexes she was given by Psyber's blood come fully into play, and Addie darts right after the blue-clad woman...taking a shot as she can spare the moment, forcing her target to keep running or take a round right between those...excessively fantastic boobs.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    WHY THE HELL ARE ALL THE EVIL ONES THE GOOD LOOKING ONES! God, maybe she should just join the confederacy and get a free makeover or something. Is that how they recruit?!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Mizuki smirks, landing near Faruja. She becomes translucent, turning back briefly to the Inquisitor to show off her shiny teeth... or something. And then... she summons her sword.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    And then she strikes the air.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Soon, a vortex opens up, causing the air within a few yards of it to grow cold. And two familiar figures - to some, at least - would step through. The first has pink hair, and the second white.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    And both of them are carrying some totes awesome scythes.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Nyahaha~!&amp;quot; The pink one smiles like a little kid about to pull a prank. &amp;quot;You raaaaang~? Who do I get to chop into little bits today, Mimi~?&amp;quot; Her voice is musical. Almost sing-songy. This one seems a little bit too much like an anime villain for comfort, honestly. The other girl, meanwhile, giggles demurely as Mizuki herself would.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Patience, Palora, patience~.&amp;quot; She waves her free hand dismissively. &amp;quot;Listen and you will learn~.&amp;quot; Palora huffs, folding her arms. Then, Mizuki waves her hands down, and speaks.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Ladies, today I need you to track down two scantily clad, might-be and-or would-be assassins. Lethal force is, of course, allowed, though if you can find a method of incapcitating them for inquiry that might very well be preferred~.&amp;quot; The demure one bows slightly, sprouting wings of her own and taking off in Addie's direction. The other gives a cute (yet unnerving) two-finger salute and takes off to intercept the one her sister isn't already going for. After that intriguing display, Mizuki becomes fully invisible again... probably leaving Faruja wondering what the hell kind of hereticism he just saw.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Ainsley growls when her target darts out of view. She moves to follow, but not get close to her path. She continues to move, occasionally getting closer to get a look into alleyways. It'd probably be prohibitively difficult to avoid getting spotted by her when taking routes open to the air. And, having lost her patience completely, she charges energy into one of her hands. The moment she spots her target -- Lettie, perhaps? -- she points her finger and projects a bolt of lightning down at her! She hopes to lock up those leg muscles and make it harder for the assassin to run around!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    A self-perpetuating cycle of frustration and hatred is making her magic a lot louder and brighter than it should be, the thunderous noise shaking windows for several blocks around the projected electricity.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn hears the call over the radio and decides to give up on trying to track with his nose, as the wolf runs down the streets towards the direction Adelaide has given, his form shimmers and he shifts mid-run the wolf being replaced by a cheetah. He doesn't use his full speed available to him, it'd be hard through here, but at least he is a bit faster now. His target may not be a gazelle, but maybe she is something related?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:3|Roll (3)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Roll brings a finger up near her temple, and focuses. It's a simple gesture that implies frustration and deep thought, but only people unaware of radios would think about it that way. Somewhere across the Multiverse, a faithful support unit receives a radio signal...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    *FWOOOOOOSH!* A short-lived column of crimson light splashes down next to Roll, depositing Rush.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Let's go, boy! We've got an assassin to track! Skyward we go!&amp;quot; Rush complies with Roll's wishes, transforming into the rideable Rush Jet - and up, up and away they go!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Roll swoops back and forth, her optics and infrared sensors both working overtime to try and spot the oddly dressed assasssins.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Some part of Faruja is /dancing/ inside. Ainsley's almost zealot-like approach to the fleeing assassins will likely have him gushing in pride at the woman later. For now, there's evil afoot! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The assassin flees, and Faruja follows. A swift Float spell, and the rat hangs in the air as he leaps. Lady Knox, too, gets a similar treatment if she continues to play bodyguard. With Addie taking the lead on one, the rat focuses on the one with the Priest's body. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Not one for subtlety when he's in the mood to kill, the rat orders Shiva before him. Using the Esper as a shield, he has her tossing spikes of ice at the woman as she leaps! The body of the priest bears little concern for the moment; he's certainly dead after that strike. Catching his killer is paramount. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; There is a flying robodog, and then Mizuki summons the two maids. One professes a love of cutting things with a big scythe. Part of him looks noticably suspicious, particularly when they sprout wings! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; They love cutting things. &amp;quot;Prove thine worth, Ladies.&amp;quot; Offers the Inquisitor. He'll be the judge of whether or not they're Heretics!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is flying after the assassin at a fairly high rate, but will it be enough? She's not sure she's got a high speed but this is also dealing with a city so it's not really a easy guess. There's plenty of places, she could lose them. She wonders just how is she moving like that with a body to boot. She'll figure it out later as well? It just done went and happened as over the ledge she goes. She wonders if the Guards are alive or not as she attempts to hover and find the missing blonde bombshell. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; This was harder than she thought if she dropped down it would do no real good for the moment but she might have to figure out where blondie has got her hiney too.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:275|Alexandra Knox (275)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Trusting on Faruja's magic, Lex leaps along with Faruja, putting herself in front of the summoning priest. Close enough to allow her to protect Faruja from attacks that come from a variety of angles with little movement, but far enough away to allow Faruja to not be overly bothered by her presence. Her spear is held menacingly enough to help dissuade a melee engagement, but she sticks to protecting the Rattus Praedicans.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Faruja seems well-protected for the time being. Addie, on the other hand, is not. She seems to be following the other assassin alone. So auron turns in the direction, hearing the gunfire in the distance. He's pretty fast over the roofs, even if only because he doesn't have to dodge around people and through streets. So he should catch sight of Addie and her quarry soon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    ...But who's hunting who, is the question.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Celia springs off the ground before darting into the alleyway opposite Adelaide, turning a flip in mid-air and doing a handspring to dodge the first of many shots fired at her. Though she never quite stops moving, the moment her feet hit the ground again she produces throwing knives and tosses them backward at her pursuer - as well as Tomoe, Roll, and Allyn who're attempting to close in on them. As much to make her threat seem credible as to make it harder to keep up. She then springs again, kicking off the walls with inhuman agility, springing from place to place like a jack-rabbit before reaching a bend in the alleyway. It's there a shot Adelaide fires finally grazes her, throwing off her concentration enough to cause her to lose her footing and slip...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...temporarily. She manages to latch onto a rooftop edge, pulling herself to the top before darting around the corner like a blur. She catches the sight of one of Mizuki's servants out of the corner of her eye, attempting to enter the fray and assail her. The assassin scoffs, before leaping to an opposite rooftops whilst muttering some manner of incantation.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, the ground around the area would EXPLODE as a ray of dark energy blasts out from the sky and smashes into the ground! It's not an attempt to hit one though, she's just trying to throw her pursuers off. The chase would continue down several alleyways until Celia finally leaps from the rooftops again and onto the city streets... heading straight for...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Lettie, meanwhile, is still making her way toward that empty square. Sensing the crackling magical energy being fired upon her person by Ainsley from afar, she tumbles into a handspring and literally dodges Ainsley's assault. The icicles too are deftly dodged, crashing harmleslsy into the stone bridge and piercing int the river below. Landing upon her feet, again, a few feet away... the assassin drags that body directly into center of the square before dropping it and leaping up toward an open windowsil... to perch quitely with her shapely legs dangling off the side. She almost seems to be waiting... so patiently...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Once those chasing her have come within ear shot, Lettie smiles... &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:violet&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...So glad you all accepted my invitation. I thought, perhaps, at least some of you were smarter than that...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;. She turns her gaze off to the side, to stare at the rooftop from which &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:blue&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Celia&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; is descending with the one eye that is not curtained by that luxurious golden blonde mane. &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:violet&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Oh well!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Within moments, various men and women begin to walk out the buildings surrounding the square... mages and archers too begin to appear upon various rooftops from doorways. This most certainly was a trap.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Apologies... your Excellency... for not inviting you myself...&amp;quot; a familiar voice calls out... from the rooftop above Lettie. &amp;quot;...But that was the surprise! You see...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...the voice comes from a very wealthy-looking fat man... clad in earthen and forest colored silks... Baert. The chestnut-haired, earthen-eyed, man chuckles... &amp;quot;...I suppose Your Excellency no longer applies however... you see...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Those Templar from before appear, dragging the bodies of dead city guards behind... only to cast them aside.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...you are to be relieved of your position.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; And the trap is sprung. When all is said and done, Faruja stans, peering at his fellow Templar as the bodies of guards are tossed aside. Slowly, the rat's eye narrows as he fixes a death glare upon Baert. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Baert, ye VILE HERETIC WRETCH! Relieved!? What in the bloody abyss art ye talking about?&amp;quot; The rat spits upon the ground as he notes /Templar/ working with this scum. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Ye call thineselves Knights of the Church? This man is corrupt! He is a danger to those we art here to protect! Arrest him for conspiracy to murder a Priest!&amp;quot; Orders the rat. Still, his weapon is held.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:275|Alexandra Knox (275)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Lex makes sure to stand in between Faruja and the archers, she does not go on grand speeches, or insist on voicing indignation, but she does hold on to her bloodied spear and holds her shield firm, &amp;quot;If you wish to murder his excellency in broad daylight, you will have to go through me.&amp;quot; She puts her feet down in the ground, setting into a firm stance which is a challenge as much as her words are.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:3|Roll (3)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Roll's only a kid, but she's pretty alert for one. This looks bad. REALLY bad. Spotting the grounded gathering and people emerging... from above, she can even see the great lord Baert atop the rooftop. Rush swoops and swerves as Roll changes her balance and goes into a dive. She lands on the roof with a very loud THUMPCRACK, having leapt from Rush at speed and impacting with enough force to break human bone. Still, the Robot Master rises from a crouch without missing a beat, and points accusingly at Baert.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Hey! I know you! You're Baert, who runs that company! Just WHAT do you think you're doing?! Is this all your doing? The assassins, the monsters...?&amp;quot; Childish, but pure rage shows on her face and soon Roll's STOMPING Baert's way, glowering and scowling at him fiercely.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Rush lands behind her merely, and transforms back into dog form, but he's incapable of speech. Instead, the support unit snarls and growls Baert's way.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Sadly neither of them can do much. Yet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Ainsley pursues her target doggedly. Her fury boils over, but her mind remains sharp. And as the group is led to a square, and surrounded by mages, and Templars, her brain sizzles. The beings before him, these holy knights, they cannot possibly be...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Baert.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He walks up and speaks to Faruja as if relieving him of his position. A dramatic reveal, a gloating, nonsense thing for him to say. The way he says it like he's already won. She just can't hold it in anymore.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;You are a cancer!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She bellows this with a Latin Fire in her voice, the Spanish accent boiling up over her neutrality. Her voice picks up a thunderous quality. Perhaps from her nature?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;I have seen dark creatures in this world, I have seen mortal men fight over petty ideas of land and ideals. I have seen a great deal of things, Baert, but you, you are the worst of it. You are a greed, gluttonous, ignorant man and a bane against the very ground you walk on. I tire of looking at your sweaty, contemptuous face. So I am going to cut it off, so I do not have to hear another damnedable word escape your lard-filled lips.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Wow she is mad-- And she keeps going.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Electricity pours around her body, her harness buzzing and burning. &amp;quot;I do not care about Faram. I do not care about the fight of supernatural good and evil. I only care that you just walked out where I can see you, and you threatened someone I care about, as if you were the only one who had the audacity to kill someone they dislike.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Wait what--&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She flicks her whole body in a snapping motion, flinging the dagger toward Baert's eye. The lightning magic in her body propells it like a bullet. The scream of metal accompanies it, and magic disperses in the air from the destroyed speed enchantment. Metal shavings from the air friction crackle in its path. She used a lot of magic, because she refuses the idea of failure. She is trying very, very hard to kill him.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    As Baert speaks the last word of his sentence, Callia and Palora land - perfectly synchronized - in the dead center of the square. And they stand there, hands joined... as they both curtsy. Then, one after the other, they begin to speak. Callia goes first. &amp;quot;Good evening, ladies and gentlemen~.&amp;quot; A snicker from the pinkette. &amp;quot;It is sooooo sad that we have to tell you, buuuut...&amp;quot; Both of them together: &amp;quot;You will -NOT- be getting what you came for!&amp;quot; Before any can react, they release their hands and split up, dashing around the square. Scythes in hand, they rush with inhuman speed, going from one foot soldier to the next. Any sensitive to illusion magic would have no idea where they were or what was going on -- they leave... clones of themselves behind as they go around.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    The girls don't go for the demon girls or Baert. No, they... just go for the cronies! And yet, they do a fairly good job of looking intimidating. They jump, leap, hack, and slash their way from place to place, likely leaving severed flesh and crimson liquid in their wake. Unless you're an elite - or in this case, a demon - you would never be able to track their movements. Unfortunately, though, some people present might be just that. Still, the girls are relentless, keeping up their offensive without rest.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    This would, of course, provide everyone else some time to collect themselves and get into the action.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Meanwhile, Mizuki stays right by Faruja. Still invisible, she's actively gauging the enemy in terms of perceived strength and numbers... while making sure that her friend -- er, colleague -- is safe. Her confidants are out there doing the grunt work so that she can stay back and be ready for anything.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn growls softly to himself as knives are thrown towards him and then the expplosion and the person getting away. He's not hit by any this time, luckily it seems, but as the woman gets away on the rooftop again he jsut growls a little louder, well what to do now..He shifts and changes forms once more, a large eagle launching himself into the air as that form takes the place of the cheetah. He flaps his wings and soars upwards and peers around from above, hearing the order to attack archers, that is what he does, he begins to dive at an archer that he spots. Well, what will the do if they see a large bird barreling down.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron was totally expecting a trap. That's why he brought his ranged weapon too. At least now Auron understands what's going on. For once being the slowest unit on the battlefield pays off! Due to not having come in with the others, being a little behind, he might just have been missed by the emerging archers and mages. Maybe he can find a hiding place before he's noticed.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Speaking of that, once the archers start coming out, he waits, just long enough for the battle to 'begin'. Ainsley's attack will provide enough of a distraction, he hopes. He pulls the bow from his back, unfolds it, and loads one of the small spear-sized arrows. He takes aim and fires, loosing the arrow in a long arc up and over, hoping to land it at the feet of a grouping of enemies.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Why at the feet? Because when the arrow hits, it will create a burst of icy power roughly equal to a Blizzara spell. It'll be a pretty big blast too, though maybe not much bigger than the normal range of a Blizzara spell.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is clearly keeping up and Tomoe then shows she's got similar skills as she stop moving via flight and starts using the terrain about her to chase after Celia. She's also just almost hit with the knife. It's a pretty near thing as she keeps up with them another throw would be very likely to catch her. Still she's not about to give up but damn this is harder than expected. She continues to make use of the terrain s she chase3s after the woman in blue but does not like what she sees at this point. She pauses for a moment. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Yup her day just got a hell of a lot worse here it seems. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I see vermin can wear fine clothing.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She's going for her sword at this point it's time to fight in all likelihood.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Templarate standing about seem in no visible hurry to mind Faruja's words, perhaps giving credence to Baert's talk of 'relieving' him. One of them even crosses his arms, silently, staring at Faruja as though he'd not heard a word.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;To the various words launched at him, some positively dripping with venom, Baert chortles. &amp;quot;Oh... I don't think I've been given a choice!&amp;quot; He stuffs a fat hand into his cloak, producing a mechanical pistol, waving it about a bit with an artful flourish of his right hand. &amp;quot;And I'll not be giving any of you one either...&amp;quot;, a dark chuckle escapes him as he turns slightly to let his earthen eyes fall upon Roll... and her little dog too. &amp;quot;Madam... if you can but wait a moment... I'll be with you shortly.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The turning of the fat man from the square gives Ainsley's knife ample time to find its mark... and a perfect opening too!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It's just a shame that Lettie is having none of that! She kicks off from the windowsil, turning top side down and kicks the flying dagger into the distance without a word.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Mizuki's deadly pair's assault, in tandem with Auron and Allyn's own attacks is when the fight begins in earnest. Two archer's fall from the roof, sent stumbling by Allyn, before a nearby mage hurls a Thunder spell in his direction. Mizuki's deadly pair eat through a good few soldiers on the ground, at least beore those Templarate step in, they'll find that these two are FAR stronger than Baert's hired swords. They're only atempting to cut the pair down with sword swipes at this point though! Auron's freezing volley, too, catches a group of archers on an opposite roof head on... turning two to popsicles before the others attempt to return fire!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;From this point on, what's left of the hired hands charge the square where Faruja, Ainsley, Tomoe, and others wait and proceed to attack!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The assassin girls aren't content to sit by and watch either... in fact, they same determined to go after Faruja himself. Both pull knives, leaping into his vicinity on either side of the fray, with both offering at the exact same time, &amp;quot;...One last dance before you die, Holy Rat?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:275|Alexandra Knox (275)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Using the full reach of her nine foot spear, Lex stays in front of Faruja. They may have numbers, they may be charging the square, but she has reach and position. She has every intent to make them pay for attempts to pass by her on the way to the Rattus Praedicans.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    There's a horrible moment of silence in the square before there's a horrible sound. An earsplitting crack shatters the momentary tableau, and a single heavy bullet is freed to fly from the barrel of the gun. Pure physics take over, as does a moment of gravity, before the round smashes into its target - sending shards of wood and metal flying, the remains of the gun in Baert's hand suddenly possessed of a mind of its own and leaping far to the side, clattering to the ground out of his grasp.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Addie's dogged pursuit of the blue-clad one had continued, even as she's confronted with someone who loves throwing Still More Sharp Objects. She'd managed to avoid the worst of it, but one blade still manages to score her thigh. Denim splits, and starts to turn red from blood, but it's not a serious wound - not just yet. Neither does the blast from the energy bolt from the skies...and the assassin waiting for her to recover before leaping away had exceptionally pissed her off.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She's being fucking toyed with, and it's /really/ getting a certain sailor's dander up.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Rising from her hide, Addie keeps the gun on Baert. &amp;quot;THAT'S ENOUGH!&amp;quot; The voice of a noncommissioned officer in full-power rage-fueled ass-chewing mode can be heard across the square, especially after the gunshot. &amp;quot;NOBODY FUCKIN' MOVES A FARAM-FORSAKEN MUSCLE OR THE FAT BASTARD DIES!&amp;quot; The two ninja can outrun a thrown knife, even one thrown as magically hard as Ainsley - but now they're out of position and unable to protect Baert from the still faster heavy bullet. One of them wounded as well - the knife apparently was even more powerful than Addie had seen, as there's no small amount of blood on one of the assassin's feet. &amp;quot;Nice throw, Ains.&amp;quot; The knife the librarizard had thrown certainly got his attention, and moved just where she needed him.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Treason, assassination, and conspiracy, eh Faruja? And this time where noone didn't see,&amp;quot; she adds, as faces come to windows observing the standoff. &amp;quot;LISTEN UP! PAY ATTENTION! YOUR FAITH IS BEING OPPRESSED BY THOSE WITH THE MONEY!&amp;quot; Addie's calling to the crowd now, the regular people that are far too many to slaughter - even for Baert and his assassins. &amp;quot;COIN FOR BLOOD! POWER FOR MURDER! DO YOU ACCEPT THIS?! Or are you going to stand against the kind of evil Faram hates most?!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    When the fuck did she become Che Guevara...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:3|Roll (3)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    How messed up this is! A bunch of humans killing each other over who knows what. Roll knows about crime, of course. It's supposed to be a handful of creepy, weird, misguided folk making trouble and being stopped by the lawful pecekeepers! But here...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Here, the ones in power are CONTROLLING those peacekeepers and killing others. It's so alien and wrong that it leaves her scared inside.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She didn't know people could be like this! Even Wily wasn't quite like this!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    But still, to be brushed off by him, Roll makes a face. Sometimes it's fun to be underestimated, and it works in her favor. But not this time it isn't!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Nuh-uh! Justice doesn't wait for SLIMEBALLS! You're under arrest, /Lord/ Baert.&amp;quot; At that very moment, Roll raises her left arm skywards. Light pulses at her fingertips... then streaks down her whole body in a wave, leaving her now garbed in the skintight pink and red armor she's not used ONCE in this world.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    But she doesn't just open fire like most might expect, though the upraised hand is brought down in form of the Mega Buster and slams into momentary rest within her right hand. No, instead, Roll charges for Baert and leaps, accompanied by a bounding Rush!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Her hand whips out with great speed for his weapon. Her goal? Grab that thing, crush it into metal scraps!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    At the call of their lady on the radio, both of the girls - who had probably been blocking sword strikes with their scythes beforehand - rush away as fast as they had come. They fly in tandem to intercept the demonic twins. They spin their scythes, hopefully deflecting any projectiles in enough time to keep them from making contact with Faruja. And then...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    ... Mizuki finally shows herself.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Her invisibility shatters, and from Mizuki spreads a huge, monochrome sphere. If it is effective, it would almost completely stop the demon sisters in place, making it seem as though the world around them had sped up dramatically. Then, without a moment's hesitation, she kicks up her wings and dashes for the blue one with her sword. As she does, she announces to Faruja: &amp;quot;FARUJA! If you have anything you can throw at them, throw it -NOW-!&amp;quot; Mizuki dashes straight for the blue one, sword backed by the sheer force of a projectile travelling too fast to be seen while the sisters go together to attack the pink one...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;After having dive bombed the two archers that were thrown off the roof, begins to flap his wings to climb again, just managing to notice the lightning bolt coming his way. Uh oh, that doesn't look good and it is most likely going to hurt. He wonders for a few moments how he gets himself into these situations and thinks he should have changed to his falcon form, smaller and much more manuverable, at least compared to this huge eagle shape. He begins to bank, knowing that he wont be able to escape the bolt, but perhaps he can at least not take the full force of it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It does mean that he is going to get his wings clipped again and most likely he's going to fall, but its better than the other day when his wings got ripped to shreds by that gatling gun, right? He does manage to turn though, the bolt of lightning catching him on his left wing and turning the feathers there extra crispy. He gives a piercing shriek of pain and then he's spiraling downward. At least he's not unconsious this time, so he doesn't revert back to his true human shape, instead he changes once more, a lion, instead of an eagle falling, hoping wherever he ends up landing, maybe on that wizard? that he'll land on his feet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Ainsley drifts to the ground, and does an agonizingly slow draw of the longsword out of its scabbard.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;I don't know about all of you,&amp;quot; she speaks up in her hoarse tone of voice, &amp;quot;But I'm tired of being manipulated!&amp;quot; She tries to complement Adelaide's words. She holds her sword up toward the two assassins. &amp;quot;Like these two. I can see it in the way you act. You're manipulators.&amp;quot; She frowns at them heavily. &amp;quot;Can you kill all of us, I wonder?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She lunges for one of them, just so she can get close to Faruja by swiping to get them to clear space for her. She would try to do a back-to-back sort of stance. No one can sneak up on Faruja if she's there to deflect anything that's /truly/ lethal. She probably can't hurt these girls, but she can make their job prohibitively difficult.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Ainsley is, however, wheezing, and some of the color seems to have faded out of her face. Which is weird, because she has scales, so that shouldn't actually happen.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron is suddenly forced to dodge a volley of arrows coming his way. Which is hard because they're not coming straight at him, but going up and over. He has to make some quick footwork from his perch to avoid getting turned into a pincushion. Not all of which is successful, since he takes an arrow in the arm for his troubles. He stumbles, emitting a grunt of pain and ducking behind a chimney.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    There's no time to work the arrow free, so he merely reaches up and snaps it off so it's not so cumbersome. Doing so prompts and cry of pain that he quashes ruthlessly. Last thing he needs is to give away his position to the enemy. In that time he hears Addie's words, and chances a look out from behind his cover in her direction.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He's fully aware that there's a chance someone's going to try to silence her for good and all. Just as she's shouting the truth, she's also making a spectacle of herself. It would be easy to just shoot her with a bow or gun, or throw a knife at her. So Auron folds the bow and heads in Addie's direction.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Hopefully he can get there before the Universal Evil Mind picks the idea out of his head. Since that /always/ seems to happen, the big bad gets an idea to exploit the one weakness that wasn't covered. He'll draw his sword in the meantime, intending to use it to parry and/or deflect and blades or projectiles that come her way.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Faruja is speechless. His lover attempts to Righteously Purge Baert, only to be met by an assassin. Addie is stirring up the populace. The others attack. Even as the assassins loom, Faruja simply clutches the Cancer Stone. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Filth. Filth filthfilthfilthFIIIILLTHYYY TRAIIITORS! EVERY LAST SINGLE ONE OF YE ART DAMNED! HOW DARE YE!? HOW DARE YE CAST JUDGEMENT UPON ME, OH SINNERS! FOR I HATH BEEN GIVEN THIS OFFICE BY FARAM THROUGH HIS EARTHLY AGENT, AND I SHALL NOT BE CAST ASIDE BY SOME DISGUSTING BLUEBLOOD AND HIS TRAITOROUS DOGS!&amp;quot; His gaze strikes each and every one of those arrayed against them for a moment. In it, is absolute, sure-hearted judgement. Weighing, testing, and declaring them unworthy. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; His hand never leaves the stone as he invokes his magic, the two assassin's blades meeting nothing but air and likely the spear of Alexandra as well. The rat backs up behind her shadow to let her guard him before teleporting high above them. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;IN THE NAME OF HOLY FARAM I SHALL SEE EVERY ONE OF YE DEAD!&amp;quot; Announces the rat, loud and clear as his back hits Ainsley's. Now fully protected, the rat invokes arcane words. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Oh Master of Wyrms, hear mine Call! Come forth and lay destruction upon the unworthy! BAHAMUT, KING OF DRAGONS!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The world shudders, and the King of Dragons fades into being. The great Dragon opens its mouth, and with a roar that makes the air shake, pure nuclear energy gathers. Spitting the massive ball to the ground, it explodes amidst the rushing hired guns, as well as the Assassins to attempt to scour them to the bone with the dragon's power.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe takes a deep breath as he looks them over for a moment she's not about to move as the hired hands come in. Tomoe summons a Shield out of seemingly nowhere. Oddly if one looks names flicker in and out of existence upon it's face. Most of them seem Japanese or almost like internet handles for those who'd know them. She now moves to get ready to intercept them and she's going to strike out with he blade attemepting to disarm or disable she dopes not seem too bothered for the moment. She may be pressed soon but this is just the start of the fight, she has to keep them busy and on her. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Come cowards I'll deal with all of you myself if need be!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Behind her rifle, Addie grins. Faruja's fuzzling of Mizuki should help her feel better.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;There's a crack, and a squealing of strained metal, as Adelaide's bullet smashes into the barrel of Baert's handgun... splintering it before sending the gun itself hurtling out of reach. Baert grasps at his right hand, crying out loudly from above, seemingly already injured. The gun breaking had likely sent shards of metal and wood across that hand... if not into it. Compounding things further, whether intentional or not, Roll manages to snare his silken tunic in her inhuman grasp... as she goes tumbling over him... and pretty soon everyone who can remote see will be getting an eyeful. Buttons squeal, straining to resist, before snapping off and his loose tunic flies away... caught in Roll's grasp. He's now standing barechested, for all the world to see, flabby man breasts, rolls of thick fat, and all. ... The indignity.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;One of the blonde assassins look up, eyes narrowing, as people poke their head out of windows who weren't supposed to be there. Surely, they'd not been that careless. ... Neither of the pair has time to think about this too hard though, as they're being assaulted from all sides. Mizuki's rushing &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:blue&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Celia&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; is responded to with a drawn sword - the girl attempting to deflect the attack immediately. The attack itself is too fast, and too unexpected, to be completely repelled however. Instead, the blades meet briefly...with a hissing of metal... before Mizuki's sword skirt off to the girl's side... cutting her face diagonally and chopping of an enormous amount of that lovely hair.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Her sister manages a bit better against the pair of scythe-wielding minions... especially when the two Templarate who were pursuing them come to her aide! But she's at least diven back for a few precious minutes.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The wizard in black robes who struck Allyn celebrates, prematurely, as his Thunder spell hits the bird dead on and sends him spiral down...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;... right toward himself. Panicking, at the realization, he flails with his wooden staff in an attempt to stop that lion from hitting him. But, he fails horribly... missing Allyn by mere inches and eating falling kitty to the face... which promptly knocks him over too! Allyn hasn't see the worst of it though, the last remaining archer on the roof drops his bow... and produces a blade before stalking toward him...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;While no one had been going for Adelaide -yet-, ironically it's Auron's rushing to defend her that brings the fun. Suddenly the pair of them would find a monk, two hired swords, and a black mage rushing them down swiftly!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Ainsley joining the fray throws the otherwise prevailing assassin girl and her Templarate trio off though. So much, in fact, that her blade manages to cut the girl across her exposed midsection, perhaps alerting her for the first time as to why it's not a good idea to have so much skin exposed! Blood pools at Ainsley's feet, and the girl glares through clenched teeth before retreating swiftly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Lettie, meanwhile, is rather peeved at having not ONLY her beautiful face scarred but her hair chopped off as well! Her eyes flit dangerously between Faruja and Mizuki, but even in her rage she seems determined to kill the rat! Leaping toward him, and all of his guardians, she begins to mutter an arcane phrase practically in time with Faruja's own...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...The sky darkens, and thunder cracks across its face...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...and Faruja's stone begins to subtly glow.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The assassin's eyes fly open... and the girl hits the ground... staring wide-eyed at the lot of them. She never even finishes her spell before the form of Bahamut descends... spewing white hot energy toward her and her nearby sister...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;An explosion rocks the area and stone flies skyward... when its over... one of them is lying flat of the ground and severely burned. The other, manages to escape with mostly tattered garbs and a bleeding left arm... but the Templarate defending her weren't so lucky.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The one garbed in blue, speaks, as the other attempts to pick herself up from the ground... &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:blue&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...T'would seem you are fated for better things. Holy One... we will take our leave... for now.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...And then the pair of them teleport away... visibly vanish in a flash of bright white energy.. leaving Baert and his lot to die or be captured, it seems...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Mizuki's stasis field collapses, and the girl... just sits there a while. As the demons depart and Bahamut descends, she doesn't even react - she just stays there, hand at her chest, as her wings slowly carry her back to Earth, and to Faruja. The rat might notice that her expression has... none of her usual pomp. In fact, she looks quite pale. Both of the sisters gaze as Bahamut descends, Palora even letting out an impressed 'Whooooaaa, man...!', but eventually, they turn to look at Mizuki as well. When they do, both of their forms flicker like TV static and disappear without a trace.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    When Mimi touches the ground, she gives a horrified look in Faruja's direction, and then the direction of the others. She doesn't utter a word.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Having fallen out of the sky and nearly onto the wizard that brought him down, but not completly breaking his fall Allyn's left leg is completely blackened and useless for much of anything right now, and he thinks that he may have heard a snap with the impact of the roof. He elts out a roar of pain, but he's not ready to give up just yet, he'll go down fighting. He glares at the archer coming at him with a sword and growls a warning, wounded animal, not good to approach, &amp;quot;I'll give you one chance, jump off now and hope you die, or stay and be my dinner, you do know I like raw meat, right? Though you probably taste spoiled and foul, but I'm hungry.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja falls to a knee, supported by his cane. He watches as the two assassins speak. The rat barely hears them. Some part of him feels awake, alive, and exhilirated. His enemies lay dead and dieing before his judgement. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Flee. Flee, ye Heretics. I know not what drivel ye speak, but when next we meet, it shall be thine corpses adorning the gorund as well.&amp;quot; Promises the mage-knight. Then, he turns to his fallen enemies. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Blaze gun drawn, he makes his way over to several of the dieing Templar. One by one, he begins to simply buffet their fallen forms with fire. He does a darn good job, not stopping until they're unrecognizable. He saves only one out of them. The hired hands get even less consideration. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Only when he's done, and has Baert and the last Templar tied up for capture will he attempt to get his Inquisitorial allies moving. If they'll even respond at this point. He has harsh interrogations to run.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Bahamut. The appearance is different from what he remembers. But it's still most definitely Bahamut. And that's going to cause some hell! Auron remains in his place while the great dragon does its thing. However that doesn't seem to have taken care of all of them. If the mage got caught in Bahamut's blast, said mage is probably crispy critters by now; mages tend to be kind of squishy. But the monk at least may have the vitality to power through it. And who knows how tough those two sellswords are?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Well, they're about to eat another dragon's fire. Sort of. Auron raises his sword to his shoulder and extends his other arm; golden energy that crackles like lightning surrounds him for a moment. As he turns his sword in his hands, so it points down, he leaps up into the air. He seems to hang in the air a few seconds longer than he ought to, and a gleam slides down his blade.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    As he lands, he buries the sword in the surface under his feet (which might be a roof so somebody may need to call a roofer). A harmless puff of energy surrounds his feet... and the corresponding explosions, these not quite so harmless, are aimed to explode under the feet of anyon of the group approaching he and Addie that Bahamut didn't get.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:275|Alexandra Knox (275)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Excitement over, Lex sits down on a nearby crate and yawns. &amp;quot;... I didn't notice how tired I was.&amp;quot; She leans forward to rest her face on her arms, and promptly falls asleep.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:3|Roll (3)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Roll... has unwittingly disrobed Baert for the most part. She was going for the gun, honestly. But then the gun vanished and Baert started moving and she flailed an arm and... RIIIIIIIIIIIIP!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    The maidrobo... frowns heavily. Ooops?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She ends up blinking bewilderedly at the man, though also makes a face of utter disapproval. &amp;quot;You really should exercise more, that's not health--&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Dragons apparently solve everything.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    ... This leaves the whole mess taken care of, and when everyone's ready to be carted off, Roll makes her way over to Faruja. &amp;quot;... I'm glad they didn't get you! I-I can't believe this... it's not just some deluded guy or a single criminal, but a really important person. I didn't think they could BE criminimals!&amp;quot; it's mindset shaking, really!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Without another word to anyone, Mizuki lifts her sword and brings it down, re-opening the portal from before. After a very short period of hesitation and a final glance at the others, she enters it. It closes nigh immediately once she has stepped through it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Earnestly, she just hopes she wasn't seen by anyone.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;At this point, it all seems to have fallen through for Baert. Not only are his men being slaughtered or arrested wholesale, but his ace in the hole just plain up and left like a pair of... fickle women. Never the less, being that the fat man now has no immediate means of escape, and is beyond indignified at this point, he cooperates... begrudgingly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Seeing that the battle has ended, and he really doesn't wish to become dinner to a TALKING COEURL, the last archer who was - moments prior - menacing Allyn suddenly drops his blade... and turns tail to run. He won't likely get far though now...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Auron's unusual attack catches the last vestiges of Baert's men completely off-guard... and the explosion of magical energy that erupts beneath their feet leaves them either grievously wounded or dead. They literally collapse just feet from him, proving to be far less of a threat than they thought they'd be.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is a good fighter after all but she's just playing support to pardon the pun to everyone else as they continue to fight however it seems of it won't be much longer she's not been taken to too badly thankfully she lowers her blade as the fight end and she narrows her eyes for a moment not sure about just what's going on with the two blonde killers.. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She looks to start rounding up those enemies who still live as she pulls zip ties from her inventory to restrain them. She'll worry about what she can actually do something about&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    ...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    It'll be a while, getting all this cleaned up. But on the way out of the festival grounds, a rustling in a tree startles Auron. He turns to look at the source, and finds...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    ...A familiar cat, sitting on a branch. Its eyes are wide and it seems to be shaking. Then again, with all that battling and HOLY CRAP HUGE DRAGON that just happened, it's understandable. &amp;quot;...Mraaau...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Auron pauses. Sighs. He takes a step towards the branch. &amp;quot;...All right. Get in there.&amp;quot; The cat does not wait to be told twice, but jumps down onto his shoulder from the branch and crawls into the place in his coat where he has his arm tucked. This time it's hiding. But at least it's still quiet.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Once more, Auron sighs, and then heads back. The cat will leave when it wants to, he figures.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Despite her clearly similar nature and the fact she could /fit/ in Auron's jacket, said cat is not Adelaide Flowers.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Betrayal of Baert: Final</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;BrightEyes52: Created page with &amp;quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/06/24 |Location=Ivalice |Synopsis=The Lord Baert has now been indemnified by all parties, and all appears to be lost. He may well get away wit...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;{{Log Header&lt;br /&gt;
|Date of Scene=2014/06/24&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=The Lord Baert has now been indemnified by all parties, and all appears to be lost. He may well get away with being responsible for the deaths of innocents, engaging in illegal backdoor deals, and attempting to assassinate his own Chief Operating Officer. But there's still a problem... one nosy little Burmecian Rat still has the evidence and the motivation to have that judgement overturned.&lt;br /&gt;
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He'll have to be dealt with.&lt;br /&gt;
|Thanks=The players! All one billion of them! ;_;&lt;br /&gt;
|Cast of Characters=3, 6, 109, 129, 151, 152, 183, 236, 275, 307&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones and Sins&lt;br /&gt;
|pretty=yes&lt;br /&gt;
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Clockwork City, Goug -&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Night has fallen upon Goug, yet even so - it is well lit tonight despite the only major light sources being torches and window lights scattered throughout the city. This is primarily because there is a festival being held here today, a small but meaningful event sponsored by the Church itself - intended to take the edge off of recent events for the citizenry. All of the city's streets are flush with people, but the market place is paricularly busy. Stalls are scattered about, selling various goods - many hand-made by the peasantry - and for sale. The smell of various inviting local dishes being prepared is also pervasive here and the organized chaos of this event manifests itself even in sound.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Puppet shows, dancing, improvised theatre, and other spectacles are also here. On this day, seeing all of the excitement and energy of the citizenry - one would be hard-pressed to figure out anything had recently been wrong...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Oh damn does this smell good. Faruja mentioned the festival, and Adelaide is more than happy to show up. She's been through the market already, snagging a random item or two, and at the moment is settled in at one of the tables in what passes for a food court.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    And the meal before her tastes even better than it smells. If she weren't the dour sourpuss she always practices being, she'd be grinning from ear to ear and absolutely loving it; it's almost enough to distract her from the real reason she's here - which is, at the moment, folded up and tucked discreetly into the backpack she's got on.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    But the carbine and spare magazines, as well as her concerns about Faruja's safety, aren't entirely off her mind.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Despite what she's wearing, somehow Mizuki manages to blend right in with the crowds. Her parasol is up and her countenance radiant as she strolls by a few stalls, heels clicking. It has been a while since she was last in this world, and that time she never made an appearance at all! All that she did was done in the interest of staying hidden, but now... hoho~. She's free to wander, flaunting her fine clothes and expensive tastes wherever she pleases. Really, she may not mesh well with the whole 'church' business, but that's not why she's here. She's here for the culture! The ambience! And... well... the coincidence.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    See, despite appearances, Mimi doesn't plan on much. At the very most, she probably saw an advertisement for the festival a few days ago. At the least...? She was on a stroll and just ended up here. Whatever the case, she's here /now/, and if there are festivities then... well. That does bring up some darker thoughts, doesn't it? Public events like this -are- a rather lovely method of covering it up when something goes wrong, but let's give the situation the benefit of the doubt for now, yes? Yes. And... maybe she could find Faruja, just in case? If she's right - and really, she always is whenever she can feel her authorial sense tingling like it is now - she will find other members of the Union here. And possibly...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    ... others.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Well. That was a sobering thought. She takes a deep breath as she recalls the two 'demon women' she had seen before. If they're still here, and if this tale is anything like other stories she has read, there's some connection between them and the church. The law of irony, you know? And judging from the prevalence of the church here, well... there might be conspiracy afoot.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    But! Innocent until proven otherwise. Until something explodes, she saunters down the road, smile as bright as ever.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:275|Alexandra Knox (275)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Outside the city, there's a dustcloud forming up. The cause becomes obvious fairly quickly, a veritable stampede of local monsters is chasing a teenage girl, armed with little more than a bronze breastplate, bronze spear, and abstractum shield. She is being creative with her spear, stabbing backwards at the monsters that get too close, but it's too much for her to fight. &amp;quot;Help!&amp;quot; She yells out to the guards at the gate. &amp;quot;I can't fight ''this'' many!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is here with Faruja and sees that people have been throwing a heck of a party. She seems in a fairly good mood with this and she's here to enjoy herself somewhat but she's collecting food and shoving it into her inventory. Why? She'll take it home later to her body that can /enjoy/ it better. Still she did stand out towering in at 6 foot 3 before her boots added a few more inches in height? It left the Salamander towering over people, also the ears were a give away too. Still she looked for all the world to be some sort of Templar or paladin though the crosses on her armour are very likely alien to this world. Some sort of foreign paladin? Odd no? &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Either way where was Faruja hiding today, Tomoe would have to seek him out and see just what he was up to.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Having decided to visit this place, because so far out of the places he has visited so far this has been the place he has felt the most comfortable, even if things are far more advanced than his home. It just has a certain feel to him, s finding a festival leaves Allyn a little surprised, but he takes it in stride, well something a bit relaxed might be nice after all the recent troubles he'd been finding himself in. He's currently stalking through the festival in his preferred form, the wolf today with a slight limp, seems he got himself injured somehow again, but he's happy its not as bad as a few days ago.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He lifts his head and sniffs the air as he smells the scents of food and his muzzle wrinkles a little and he sighs. It may smell good, but it's most likely all cooked, but of course that doesn't stop him from sniffing at the scents in the air, while he may not eat cooked things, he does appreciate the smell of them. He also perks up his ears and listens to the sounds of the festival around him, while keeping an eye out for anyone who might try to chase off a wild animal.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Festival! Yes, even Auron is interested in seeing this. Not just because he wants to see what kind of parallels he can draw between the Church of Glabados and the Church of Yevon, but because... festival! Food! Games! People-watching! Now that he's not so morose and moody -- or alternately, high-strung and moody, as he was when he was younger -- he actually has the capability to enjoy a festival.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He's come in his usual attire, with the long red coat. It doesn't look /too/ out of place. There is, however, one addition. Auron usually keeps his left arm tucked in his coat. This evening that arm is a perch. Sort of. Seems a black-and-white cat has taken up residence there. Auron had made repeated attempts to remove it, but all of them had been in vain, so he'd eventually just let the thing stay there. It wasn't hurting anything.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Thus, the cat remains. The cat's head pokes out of the coat, and it looks as though it's either asleep or near it. The spectacle draws odd looks and the occasional snicker from passersby. Auron doesn't seem to care.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:3|Roll (3)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Robot Masters cannot enjoy human food, but even so, why not enjoy the FUN of a festival? Roll's been helping Faruja for a while, but hasn't even really gotten a chance to see Ivalice as the place it's meant to be, outside all these crazy issues! So she's come to Goug to see the sights, study the foods (maybe collect some recipes!) and hang with some friends. With her humble little red dress, she doesn't look the least bit out of place while standing...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    RIGHT BEHIND AURON!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;... Where did the little one come from, mister?!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Today is a religious festival. It wouldn't take long to find out just where Father Faruja Senra has made himself off to. A pulpit. One that's suspiciously made from a few wooden boxes that once contained fruit, but any port in a storm. Short stature or not, he makes up for it with /volume/. This might not be comforting for his newly acquired Navy-girl Guard (tm). &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Aaand give thanks to Him, for all that ye hath been given in life! Though times art dark and war looms near, that tragedy befalls this place, never forget thine Faith and the love of Saint Ajora! For in the worst times of tribulation art true believers tested! This do I swear to ye, oh Children of the Lord, that these things shall all pass until the Kingdom of Heaven greets ye all! In the name of Holy Faram and Saint Ajora, Amen!&amp;quot; The crowd about him is rather large. He didn't even bring his Inquisitorial cross. At this point, the rat doesn't need it. He's gained quite the reputation amongst certain circles, both good and bad. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Stepping down, it takes him a good five minutes to dispense enough platitudes and blessings to actually be able to wander over to Addie, Tomoe, and the many others who are here. Notably, he was all but shoved his food and drink by a faithful stall-owner. In turn, the rat 'accidentally' left a coinpurse. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Flump! Faruja lets out a sigh, and takes a pull of a large mug of beer. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Lady Flowers, Lady Tomoe, to a day of celebration, life, and bloody normalcy for once.&amp;quot; Sigh. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja doesn't seem to notice Auron and his feline friend just yet, too busy devouring food and drink with exhausted gusto. Allyn, in dog form, is dismissed as just that for the moment. It'd be easy for Mizuki, and really everyone, to find the rat after that loud performance though. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Two ears perk. &amp;quot;...Doth someone hear the sound of...a chocobo stampede?&amp;quot; The rat's not near the gates, but those fuzzy ears are good for something. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The rat's free hand descends to his robes, patting a small lump at his side. Within, the Holy Stone rests, a warm and almost comforting feel to the rat. Recently, he's rarely been able to part with it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    On her little stroll, Mizuki runs right into Faruja's sermon. Spinning her parasol slowly, she listens carefully, giving a small tilt of her head. She knew Faruja was /religious/, but she didn't know the man was a pastor! Or... well. Of high enough status to be giving such public 'performances'. She smiles, soon hiding her expression with a free arm so as not to offend the masses. 'You learn something new ever day', she inwardly quips.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    But as soon as he finishes, Mizuki shadows him. Weaving through the crowds, she, too, runs in to Tomoe and Flowers... though none of the three may notice her until she gives Faruja a (likely surprising) taptap on the shoulder.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;That was quite a sermon my friend.&amp;quot; Smile~. &amp;quot;And I must say, this city is quite beautiful during times of celebration.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron turns at the sound of the voice. &amp;quot;Hm?&amp;quot; Pauses, looks at Roll. He offers a bit of a wry halfsmile, looking at the cat just sitting there like it owned his coat. &amp;quot;It happened to crawl into my coat while I was looking at what one of the food vendors had, and has resisted all my efforts to evict it from its current space.&amp;quot; He's kidding around a little, even if he's serious. &amp;quot;But it's not causing trouble.&amp;quot; He hears Faruja's sermon, and looks to Roll as it ends. &amp;quot;Shall we go say hello?&amp;quot; he suggests, heading over in the direction of Faruja and the others. Not out-walking Roll, mind.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    The lizard girl is, of course, here, but hard to spot among the crowd. She has found a place to climb on top of, and happens to be surveying the proceedings from there. She is in a set of leather armor as always when she comes to Ivalice, never seen without it. She keeps her red eyes fixed on where Faruja is at all times, only occasionally looking around to check out what is happening.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She does not seem impressed or disapproving of the sermon. She has always had a very neutral affect to most things. It would be boring, but she is a very intense creature, so the neutrality comes with this air of constant examination and thought.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She has her Thaumostatic Harness on, allowing her the luxury of moving from perch to perch in case Faruja moves out of her field of view.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn perks his ears again, as he hears the sermon, hmm, that voice sounds familiar, doesn't it? He starts to limp off towards the source of the voice, but for a moment he gets stopped by a young child, &amp;quot;Oh, puppy.&amp;quot; the child then begins to pet him and he gives a sigh. Imagine that a noble wolf being treated like a common dog and being petted? Ah well, he suffers through it and just for a moment he thinks about wagging his tail for the child, but no, he wont lower himself that much. Besodes, its a cub that's petting him, so he settles for pushing his cold nose against the palm of the child's hand, which gets a giggle.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He then limps back off once he's had enough of the emberassing petting.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Then he has found his way towards where Faruja and the others are gathered, he stops a few moments and tilts his head, seeing who all might be there. Well he knows Mizuki and Faruja it seems, so he stalks over closer to them, &amp;quot;Good evening, Lord Faruja, lady Mizuki.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Pff, he keeps calling her Lady. Well, it's a habit he's not gonna break anytime soon, that's for damn sure, and Addie just kind of sighs. Instead of complaining at him again, though, the gunsmith just nods and grins right back. &amp;quot;Inquisitor Senra. Bloody normalcy indeed, eh.&amp;quot; She glances back to the makeshift pulpit, and smirks slightly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Seems you've not lost your touch, that's for sure. But it never hurts to put a nice spin on things...&amp;quot; Chocobo? It makes the woman give a glance around; she doesn't quite hear the commotion at the gates - but the distraction buys just enough time for the elegant Mizuki to appear at Faruja's shoulder.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Which /does/ startle the quick-nerved guard, though the clear presence of an Elite before her is obviously not a threat. And Mizuki is being polite, so Addie stands down (short joke!) and instead settles back into her lunch. For a moment, anyway...at least until the talking dog appears. Facepalm.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Hello multiverse, almost forgot you were there.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:275|Alexandra Knox (275)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Through the gate, Lex helps the guards fend off the incoming stampede of monsters, after a bit, she heads deeper into town, shouting &amp;quot;Thanks!&amp;quot; Then she starts to wander through town, inadvertently heading towards Faruja and company. &amp;quot;Huh... guess this town is having some kind of festival.&amp;quot; She stops at a food stand, and orders something tasty looking.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Mizuki gives Allyn's nose a few polite taps - not pets, taps! There's a clear distinction, really! - on the nose in greeting. &amp;quot;Evening, Allyn~.&amp;quot; Then, she... stares directly at flowers, smiling. She, uh... really has this creepy thing down, doesn't she? Without a word, she bows slightly, both hands clasped around her parasol.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;And a pleasant evening to you as well, miss~.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;You too, milady.&amp;quot; There's something about the rather well-dressed woman that sets Addie's protocol-senses tingling; she curtseys a moment as best as she can before setting the last bits of her snack aside. The words are honest, and immediately identify the peasant as what she is, but there's a look in Addie's eyes that isn't quite completely accepting. After all, Samael's a perfectly sociable girl when she's not immediately trying to kill people in batch lots...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:3|Roll (3)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Roll's beaming up at Auron, though the expension turns a bit wryly mischevious at the tale of the kity. She reaches up to gently stroke the cat just once, then dashes off to go listen to Faruja's speech.. sermon?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Yeah, definitely!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe sees that Faruja has been busy preaching, she doesn't mind he's more interesting than some of the priests she's listend to over the years. EIther way she looks as she getg the food, she takes it with a grin and thanks the man before turning her attention to Faruja. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Quite the party isn't it? Some things don't change regardless of the era or the world.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; If it can be formented humans will find a way to /do/ so. Mizuki also gets a noice as she seems to pop in. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Hello to you as well.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Well, he seems alright that Mizuki taps him on the nose, good thing he considers her a friend, he even deigns it appropriate to lick her on the hand in greeting. No he doesn't feel bad about it and doesn't think of it as degrading, but no she wont get a tail wag, no one will get that honor, expect for maybe another wolf. He also greets Adelaide, &amp;quot;Good evening.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The pair of heavily armored gate guards were quick to rush to Alexandra's aid, engaging the monsters in combat so that the girl herself can slip into the city. Upon entering, she'd likely note that more guards clad in evergeen cloth and shining silver steel rush past her to see that this little disturbance is put to an end swiftly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Upon a stone rooftop above, near the base of a smoking chimney - the object... or rather objects... of Mizuki's concern literally sit watching like hawks eyeing prey. (Pic: http://goo.gl/3lhe90) Two bodacious, scantily-clad, blonde bombshells in violetand royal blue dress sit side-by-side... watching the spectacle of Faruja's sermon. It'd be hard to tell which was which, if not for their signature colors.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Celia speaks, &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:blue3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;How cute, he's reciting his own little funeral prayer.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;, the girl lets her chin rest upon an upturned palm... blonde hair curtaining her right eye as she watches.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Lettie, meanwhile, is eyeing the market streets silently for a good stretch of time. After sweeping it, thoroughly, she stands, and adds, &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:violet&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Let's get this over with.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; before leaping from the building roof.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Within mere moments, Faruja would see a fellow priest walk into his field of vision. An elderly gentlemen, he approaches a pair of commoners to engage them... and then almost immediately topples over before reaching them.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A scream permeates the marketplace. The gentleman had, apparently, been the recipient of a thrown knife to the neck. Wha happens next is swift, almost a blur... the violet-garbed assassin leaps to the ground and snatches the body before darting away from the crowd... straight toward a maze of city back streets...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    The scream instantly puts Auron on his guard. In addition, the cat in his coat decides that's a good time to beat feet, and hops out, running in the opposite direction of the chaos. Immediately he's heading for where Faruja is, and asks, &amp;quot;What happened?&amp;quot; He didn't see the murder. His question is not necessarily aimed at only Faruja, but to anyone in his area.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Old habits die hard, particularly in places where it's expected. The guardian of an Inquisitor deserves at least that much to the old fashioned nezumi! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Siiip. Ahh, Goug ale is the best. &amp;quot;There is no need for 'spin', my dear! For the Word of the Lord is immutab...&amp;quot; Addie gets saved another more personal sermon as he's tapped on the shoulder. Perhaps understandably, he's been jumpy lately. A hand goes for his blaze gun, only to halt as his brain works out the voice. A call of 'Heretic' dies on his tongue. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Instead, the rat stands, and offers a deep bow for the girl. Faruja honestly likes Mizuki, and it shows in his wide smile. &amp;quot;Lady Mizuki, how good to see ye! Ye do this humble nezumi far too much honor, I merely preach the word of the Lord as it hath been passed to me. Enjoying the city then? Yes, 'tis quite lively.&amp;quot; His voice drops. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Poor people need it, desperately after all that hath befallen them. Their souls and spirits must be kept high, to survive through these times.&amp;quot; Is whispered to Mizuki, Addie, and anyone who gets up close. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Speaking of! There's a wolf. Faruja can't help it. Allyn gets a scritch on the ear and a plate of salad and steak. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Please, call me Father Senra here, Ser Allyn! I am...well, here for the festival. Nothing official for once.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; An Auron and a roll and a kitty are strolling up. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Dame Roll, Ser Auron! Come, come one and all, for the Lord is most blessed and offers thee His bounty this day!&amp;quot; Seems Faruja's needed it too, as his spirits are running high. Almost desperately so. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Tomoe gets a laugh! &amp;quot;Celebrations art food for the spirit, and rememberance of history, Dame Tomoe!&amp;quot; he passes her a glass of ale. On yes. Ale is celebration too. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; All good things come to an end, and in Ivalice it's often violence. Case in point, a good priest is struck down and his body carted away. Faruja's reacting almost before he can process it all. Weapon drawn, one hand flicking his Inquisitorial cross from within his robes, his voice calls out over the screams. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;GUARDSMEN! HERETICS ART COME! Find anyone suspicious, particularly two blonde women in shades of violet! Not a single person leaves!&amp;quot; Orders the rat, praying his authority will be enough to galvanize the locals. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then, he's motioning towards Auron and the rest even as he hastes himself. The rat charges towards the path blazed by one of the Assassins. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He taps his linkshell. &amp;quot;Ainsley, make sure ye follow that one! Mayhaps her accomplice is about as well, ensure we doth not fall into a trap!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A murder, Ser Auron. And mayhaps a trap. Those women art corrupt! We must track them down!&amp;quot; Should they catch one of the assassins, it would surely be a doorway for the rat to kick the hinges off of the 'closed' investigation into Baert.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Her authorial sense is never wrong, is it? She sighs. No, not even if she wants it to be, apparently.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    As soon as she hears the scream, she's... gone. Vanished. Flowers, who had just been staring her down, would see nothing there after the literal bat of an eyelash. She... /was/ actually there, wasn't she? She had to have been. And yet... now she isn't. Maybe it's some sort of power of hers? Regardless of what the others can see, hear, or otherwise sense, though, Mizuki is still there. Watching. If and when someone comes, she will be there... and she will be ready. Meanwhile, she carefully studies the world around them. What had killed that man?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Whatever it was, it was silent. Deadly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Silent and deadly are words used to describe assassins.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She can't be certain, but if her authorial sense is correct this time, someone else could be on the chopping block too. Who had just died? A clergyman, it looks like. And who had just been giving a sermon...?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Her skin crawls, and she looks back to Faruja. Now more than ever, she hopes that she's wrong.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:275|Alexandra Knox (275)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Lex comes into the marketplace proper just in time to see the murder, she instinctively gives chase, but abandons that before much time, she heads to Faruja, doing some breathing exercises to help her calm down from all that running faster. When she's done with them, she greets, &amp;quot;Hey. Uh, do you mind if I stay near you while there's assassins prowling about? I can't give chase after all the running I just did.&amp;quot; Both sides of her spear are covered in monster blood and slime.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    A frown grows on Ainsley's face when she hears the scream. She reaches to draw a dagger out of its scabbard, squinting off in the direction it came from. She notices the figure dart off, carrying someone, and likely trailing a bit of blood along the way. She is already getting up to a stand when she overhears Faruja's words.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She pops up into the air, a beacon of electricity. She turns and follows after the fleeing woman. She has several advantages here: Flight, maneuverability, and sharp eyes. It's very unlikely that the woman can easily escape an Eye in the Sky kind of approach, she feels, unless she finds some kind of underground passage to throw off the tail.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Tracking now,&amp;quot; she tells Faruja over the linkshell.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe was enjoying herself and she looks back to Faruja. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;We should enjoy it yes.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She takes the Ale from Faruja and is starting to sip at it just as everything goes to hell. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A certain pair of murdering women drop in and there's no time to respond to them sadly. She was not expecting cold blooded murder today, not one little bit. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Damn it.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; she's not going for her sword no she's just moving to follow up with Faruja's orders. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Faruja I suspect we'll have more blood to deal with if we don't find the those trampy looking hit women.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She seems to freeze up for a moment, why? She's turning on fraps there may be some use to that later and now she's going to move to chase after the two women. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I had enough of gutter trash like you two on my world!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:3|Roll (3)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Sensing that trouble's brewing, what with Faruja roaring about, Roll starts loading up her combat protocols and other code to help handle the situation, but that's only AFTER she shrieks, &amp;quot;WHAT?! During the festival?!&amp;quot; With a panicked look up at Faruja! She glances about at the others around, including the crowds, and flinches where she stands. &amp;quot;No way... not here! There's so many people around...!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    The reaction from the guards is something Addie didn't quite expect, but she sees where they're going - that must be the chocobo problem Faruja mentioned. Meanwhile, said Faruja is greeting this well-dressed newcomer as a friend, and Adelaide relaxes...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Until, that is, there's a scream - and a clergyman goes down, knife to the neck. It doesn't take long for the body to disappear, and Addie has the barest glimpse of the corpsejacker. &amp;quot;Faruja! It's them, the pair!&amp;quot; She recognized the outfit, at least, and runs after the rat.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    One hand reaches into the backpack, drawing the carbine and unfolding it quickly. A metallic snap as the magazine goes in, and Adelaide does her damn best to catch up to the inquisitor. &amp;quot;There's still number two! Don't fall for a feint!&amp;quot; Ruby eyes scan around; she's looking for the other one of the duo. And the gun comes up, following her line of sight - just in case she can get a quick shot off at the assassins.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn lets Faruja scritch his ear, after all he considers the ratman a friend as well and he's jsut about to push his cold nsoe into his palm, when the scream is given. He pulls away and his ears perk and he sniffs the air, though its not easy with the other scents around. As Farjua takes off, he follows along with the others. then ponders, maybe it'd be better if they weren't all going the same way, but different. Noticing that Faruja's protectio is pretty much taken care of, he glances around for another way to go. Alright, so he does kind of do the dog thing, he backtracks back to where the body had been and sniffs, maybe he can track it, but maybe not.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Guards do, in fact, come at Faruja's behest... a mix of Templarate clad in evergreen and silver steel and plain city guard. They stop to inquire with the citizenry the route of the assassin, and then they take off running... likely accompanied by Faruja and his allies or perhaps a bit ahead of them.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Entering these streets, or watching from above, one would notice it is a maze. Ainsley's assumption is partially correct, a trail of feshly spilled blood leads into the corridors... but it literally stops at a wall. This could mean that either the pair went -through- the wall or...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...over the building. In any case, it does not make it easy for those on the ground to follow her. Those in the air, however, could see that she -has- in fact taken to leaping across rooftops. No sign of the other one yet. The violet-clad assassin girl seems to be making her way to the river bend at the back of the maze of city streets. Like either to cross a bridge there, or to dump the body IN the river one...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As such, the guards following are forced to split ways... breaking into groups to try and cut her off at the pass.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja pipes an awknowledgement to the Lizard in the Sky, glad that Ainsley had such forethought! He keeps a sharp ear out for any reports she makes. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Alexandra gets a nod, and then an almost feral grin at the slime and blood on her spear. &amp;quot;Blessed timing, my dear! Come! The more arms at our call, the better. These pair act as a coordinated, powerful team. Assume the worst. In Faram's name!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Yup, the rat's blood is up, notable as he speaks to Tomoe. &amp;quot;God willing it shall be theirs!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; To Roll, the rat nods. &amp;quot;Exactly why we must follow them, and in turn, hath them follow me. Away from the main concentration of people.&amp;quot; Even now, the rat's mind is on his fellow man, feeling the weight of his duties far too heavily. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Faruja lets Addie stay just a step or two ahead of him. Likely not too hard, given the rat's limp, Haste spell or not. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Following the blood trail, there's a wall. Something so simple as a wall isn't going to stop a very angry, very frustrated young Inquisitor. Particularly when they're a Summoner. A quick incantation and there's an icey staircase leading upwards for his fellows thanks to Shiva, who remains floating beside him as he dashes up the ice-stairs. Claws help with not slipping.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Mizuki follows Faruja... but quickly falls behind. Yeah, the girl may be an elite, but she's not exactly athletic! ... which is why she has wings. She sprouts them in an invisible flourish and takes to the sky. Once she's had some time to get used to the air again, she's finally able to get her own view of the city... while also staying close enough to the ground to strike someone if things get hairy.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:275|Alexandra Knox (275)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Lex immediately follows Faruja, she stays close to the inquisitor, following him up the ice stairs and trying to get Faruja as much coverage from her shields as she can. &amp;quot;I would advice slowing down some. If we move too quickly we risk getting separated, these assassins could take advantage of that.&amp;quot; She murmers, analyzing the situation. From the way she talks, as much for her own sake as Faruja's.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Fast running is not Auron's strong suit. However, he isn't about to just not go after Faruja. He takes a tack that he's learned many times is the better one for him. He takes to the roofs. Fast he's not, but agile is another matter. He's trying to keep the rat in sight as he hops over the roofs with surprising lightness for how he normally carries himself. He won't get the height or reach that any of the flyers here will, but it'll hopefully allow him to keep Faruja in sight.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He's also listening to the radio. That woman has an accomplice. So as he heads in the direction of the others, he has his eyes (eye, actually) and ears open. His hearing's pretty good, even though it's not quite superhuman. With any luck he should be able to hear if anyone's nearby. Hopefully before they get the drop on him.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn considers changing into a faster form, but decides against it, his wolf form may not be as fast as his cheetah, but he's got better sense of smell in his current one. so he goes off running through the streets, to see if he can catch sight of the other fleeing assassin, keeping mind what the others had said the person may have been wearing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe looks about as she's chasing after the two women and she's moving pretty quickly at this point. She knows there are others skilled people holding back with Faruja and the rest. She's now on the move at this point she's moving fast but she's got the advantage of not getting tired physically in this state. Still where the heck did those two go do. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; You'd expect two women wearing as little as they do, to /stand/ out. Wait there's one. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She's moving after the one leaping from roof to roof maybe she can catch up with her. Still something feels off to her but she can't place her finger on this. This was a daring hit it had to be more than just to get rid of someone, it was a message. Yet what was it? Was it you are not safe no matter what? Was it something else? She does not know.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:3|Roll (3)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Ugh, out in public in a world that thinks robots are heresy! No summoning her armor, no calling Rush, huh?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Roll's overreacting, since nobody would even know what a robot is, probably, but that's no consolation when you're in a panic. So she breaks into a run the normal way, dashing alongside Faruja to the best of her ability. And that's pretty impressive, but even then she's barely able to keep up in a full-out sprint - her legs aren't so long, y'know!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Thakfully, there's no panting or anything. Machines rarely need rest!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Her gaze sweeps across the rooftops, through a variety of spectrums - but mostly thermal! If those assassins are up there...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Lead she does, nodding as Faruja dispenses orders and decisions. Staying ahead of Gimpy The Wonder Wizard, leading his position while Knox brings up the rear, she raises her free hand as a means of signalling the others. A closed fist, move on - a spread hand, halt. Hopefully they're following her instructions, as they pass through various points.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    And it hits her - they're being directly led somewhere. &amp;quot;Guys. Ambush bait. Knox! Faruja's yours; I'm going ahead and gonna try and trip the bastard.&amp;quot; The apparent ambush, she means; the naval infantrywoman surges ahead in a burst of inhuman quickness thanks to the divine blood in her body.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Adelaide should stand out all too well as an Elite; unlike everyone else around - Burmecian and Multiversal alike - her clothing is unique. The typical casual outfit, t-shirts, skirt and jeans, flat slipons; Addie looks more like someone at a picnic than a battlefield. That, and the compact black carbine in her hands that exudes a mechanical nastiness not at all like the typical simpler firearms of Ivalice.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Following the trail, she moves through the thinning crowd easily. The carbine stays at her shoulder, covering position after position as Addie tries to determine where the attack is coming from. With a little good luck, she'll be enough of a threat that Murderous Evil Busty Curvy Assassin Bitch Number Two will need to deal with her directly and not wait out for the main target.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    With a little /typical/ luck, she'll walk right onto a fake stone in the road that's secretly a trapdoor or a bomb or some other damn thing...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Ainsley's trajectory puts her far above the buildings, narrowing her gaze upon the fleeing girl. She knows that something is Wrong with all of this. Those demons in the mine, and what Baert was digging for... These girls given to him, and the way they killed that man effortlessly, and /knew/ they were there. This tactic of theirs, using the death of an innocent as bait... Even if they are not corrupted by some dark force, they are absolute monsters one way or another. Her nose wrinkles as she thinks about it. Awful, awful creatures, she thinks.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She makes sure to stay out of range of any knife throws, or at least far enough away that she can dodge fatal blows.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;You are not getting away,&amp;quot; she murmurs, with venom in her voice. She has already grown tired of people getting harmed in this world for some obscure secret war that she barely understands. She will see justice is done here. All will know what is transpiring in Ivalice. The truth.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    History will not be denied.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The assassin proceeds swiftly from one rooftop too another with agility that is, indeed, seemingly not human. That body is not even remotely inhibiting her speed, it is as if it weren't even there at all. With a clicking of boots against stone, she reaches her final destination... looking back over her shoulder momentarily to check. Ainsley and anyone else in the air or on the rooftops following would likely have a few eery seconds of her staring at them with a completely unmoved expression... not even a flinch of surprise... before she... smiles... and then leaps from the roof and momentarily disappears from view.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The guards which disappear down various corridors would likely disappear at some point if someone is not watching them. Whether they got lost or... something -else- happened to them is anyone's guess.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Adelaide's attempt to cut Lettie off at the pass would soon find that, -yes-, Busty Curvy Assassin Bitch #2 is watching. And she purposefully leaps from a nearby rooftop at the girl, producing a knife mid free-fall before swining it for her face. whetherther that hits anywhere or not, the blonde bombshell in &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:blue&amp;quot;&amp;gt;blue&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; then darts off down another alleway... attempting to lead her and anyone nearby watching astray.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:violet&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Lettie&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; meanwhile is still cutting across the bridge and heading toward a mostly abandoned square...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Y'know the one problem with trying to get ahead of your opponent and trigger their ambush prematurely? You end up on the wrong end of all kinds of nastiness when it works. And as the blonde leaps down from above with the knife out, Addie's got just enough time to swing the gun in her hands around before she's stabbed.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    The knife still strikes home against her arm, though the blade isn't deep. A yelp of pain, followed by a sharp pull on the trigger, and an earsplitting crack as the gun fires as a means of trying to get the blonde assassin away. It works, even if she'd meant to do that, and as she springs upwards Adelaide tracks and fires off several rounds.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    A quick report on the radio, and Addie's off, canvas flats slapping hard against the street. The quickness and reflexes she was given by Psyber's blood come fully into play, and Addie darts right after the blue-clad woman...taking a shot as she can spare the moment, forcing her target to keep running or take a round right between those...excessively fantastic boobs.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    WHY THE HELL ARE ALL THE EVIL ONES THE GOOD LOOKING ONES! God, maybe she should just join the confederacy and get a free makeover or something. Is that how they recruit?!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Mizuki smirks, landing near Faruja. She becomes translucent, turning back briefly to the Inquisitor to show off her shiny teeth... or something. And then... she summons her sword.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    And then she strikes the air.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Soon, a vortex opens up, causing the air within a few yards of it to grow cold. And two familiar figures - to some, at least - would step through. The first has pink hair, and the second white.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    And both of them are carrying some totes awesome scythes.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Nyahaha~!&amp;quot; The pink one smiles like a little kid about to pull a prank. &amp;quot;You raaaaang~? Who do I get to chop into little bits today, Mimi~?&amp;quot; Her voice is musical. Almost sing-songy. This one seems a little bit too much like an anime villain for comfort, honestly. The other girl, meanwhile, giggles demurely as Mizuki herself would.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Patience, Palora, patience~.&amp;quot; She waves her free hand dismissively. &amp;quot;Listen and you will learn~.&amp;quot; Palora huffs, folding her arms. Then, Mizuki waves her hands down, and speaks.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Ladies, today I need you to track down two scantily clad, might-be and-or would-be assassins. Lethal force is, of course, allowed, though if you can find a method of incapcitating them for inquiry that might very well be preferred~.&amp;quot; The demure one bows slightly, sprouting wings of her own and taking off in Addie's direction. The other gives a cute (yet unnerving) two-finger salute and takes off to intercept the one her sister isn't already going for. After that intriguing display, Mizuki becomes fully invisible again... probably leaving Faruja wondering what the hell kind of hereticism he just saw.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Ainsley growls when her target darts out of view. She moves to follow, but not get close to her path. She continues to move, occasionally getting closer to get a look into alleyways. It'd probably be prohibitively difficult to avoid getting spotted by her when taking routes open to the air. And, having lost her patience completely, she charges energy into one of her hands. The moment she spots her target -- Lettie, perhaps? -- she points her finger and projects a bolt of lightning down at her! She hopes to lock up those leg muscles and make it harder for the assassin to run around!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    A self-perpetuating cycle of frustration and hatred is making her magic a lot louder and brighter than it should be, the thunderous noise shaking windows for several blocks around the projected electricity.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn hears the call over the radio and decides to give up on trying to track with his nose, as the wolf runs down the streets towards the direction Adelaide has given, his form shimmers and he shifts mid-run the wolf being replaced by a cheetah. He doesn't use his full speed available to him, it'd be hard through here, but at least he is a bit faster now. His target may not be a gazelle, but maybe she is something related?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:3|Roll (3)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Roll brings a finger up near her temple, and focuses. It's a simple gesture that implies frustration and deep thought, but only people unaware of radios would think about it that way. Somewhere across the Multiverse, a faithful support unit receives a radio signal...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    *FWOOOOOOSH!* A short-lived column of crimson light splashes down next to Roll, depositing Rush.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Let's go, boy! We've got an assassin to track! Skyward we go!&amp;quot; Rush complies with Roll's wishes, transforming into the rideable Rush Jet - and up, up and away they go!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Roll swoops back and forth, her optics and infrared sensors both working overtime to try and spot the oddly dressed assasssins.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Some part of Faruja is /dancing/ inside. Ainsley's almost zealot-like approach to the fleeing assassins will likely have him gushing in pride at the woman later. For now, there's evil afoot! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The assassin flees, and Faruja follows. A swift Float spell, and the rat hangs in the air as he leaps. Lady Knox, too, gets a similar treatment if she continues to play bodyguard. With Addie taking the lead on one, the rat focuses on the one with the Priest's body. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Not one for subtlety when he's in the mood to kill, the rat orders Shiva before him. Using the Esper as a shield, he has her tossing spikes of ice at the woman as she leaps! The body of the priest bears little concern for the moment; he's certainly dead after that strike. Catching his killer is paramount. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; There is a flying robodog, and then Mizuki summons the two maids. One professes a love of cutting things with a big scythe. Part of him looks noticably suspicious, particularly when they sprout wings! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; They love cutting things. &amp;quot;Prove thine worth, Ladies.&amp;quot; Offers the Inquisitor. He'll be the judge of whether or not they're Heretics!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is flying after the assassin at a fairly high rate, but will it be enough? She's not sure she's got a high speed but this is also dealing with a city so it's not really a easy guess. There's plenty of places, she could lose them. She wonders just how is she moving like that with a body to boot. She'll figure it out later as well? It just done went and happened as over the ledge she goes. She wonders if the Guards are alive or not as she attempts to hover and find the missing blonde bombshell. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; This was harder than she thought if she dropped down it would do no real good for the moment but she might have to figure out where blondie has got her hiney too.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:275|Alexandra Knox (275)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Trusting on Faruja's magic, Lex leaps along with Faruja, putting herself in front of the summoning priest. Close enough to allow her to protect Faruja from attacks that come from a variety of angles with little movement, but far enough away to allow Faruja to not be overly bothered by her presence. Her spear is held menacingly enough to help dissuade a melee engagement, but she sticks to protecting the Rattus Praedicans.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Faruja seems well-protected for the time being. Addie, on the other hand, is not. She seems to be following the other assassin alone. So auron turns in the direction, hearing the gunfire in the distance. He's pretty fast over the roofs, even if only because he doesn't have to dodge around people and through streets. So he should catch sight of Addie and her quarry soon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    ...But who's hunting who, is the question.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Celia springs off the ground before darting into the alleyway opposite Adelaide, turning a flip in mid-air and doing a handspring to dodge the first of many shots fired at her. Though she never quite stops moving, the moment her feet hit the ground again she produces throwing knives and tosses them backward at her pursuer - as well as Tomoe, Roll, and Allyn who're attempting to close in on them. As much to make her threat seem credible as to make it harder to keep up. She then springs again, kicking off the walls with inhuman agility, springing from place to place like a jack-rabbit before reaching a bend in the alleyway. It's there a shot Adelaide fires finally grazes her, throwing off her concentration enough to cause her to lose her footing and slip...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...temporarily. She manages to latch onto a rooftop edge, pulling herself to the top before darting around the corner like a blur. She catches the sight of one of Mizuki's servants out of the corner of her eye, attempting to enter the fray and assail her. The assassin scoffs, before leaping to an opposite rooftops whilst muttering some manner of incantation.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, the ground around the area would EXPLODE as a ray of dark energy blasts out from the sky and smashes into the ground! It's not an attempt to hit one though, she's just trying to throw her pursuers off. The chase would continue down several alleyways until Celia finally leaps from the rooftops again and onto the city streets... heading straight for...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Lettie, meanwhile, is still making her way toward that empty square. Sensing the crackling magical energy being fired upon her person by Ainsley from afar, she tumbles into a handspring and literally dodges Ainsley's assault. The icicles too are deftly dodged, crashing harmleslsy into the stone bridge and piercing int the river below. Landing upon her feet, again, a few feet away... the assassin drags that body directly into center of the square before dropping it and leaping up toward an open windowsil... to perch quitely with her shapely legs dangling off the side. She almost seems to be waiting... so patiently...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Once those chasing her have come within ear shot, Lettie smiles... &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:violet&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...So glad you all accepted my invitation. I thought, perhaps, at least some of you were smarter than that...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;. She turns her gaze off to the side, to stare at the rooftop from which &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:blue&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Celia&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; is descending with the one eye that is curtained by that luxurious golden blonde mane. &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:violet&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Oh well!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Within moments, various men and women begin to walk out the buildings surrounding the square... mages and archers too begin to appear upon various rooftops from doorways. This most certainly was a trap.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Apologies... your Excellency... for not inviting you myself...&amp;quot; a familiar voice calls out... from the rooftop above Lettie. &amp;quot;...But that was the surprise! You see...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...the voice comes from a very wealthy-looking fat man... clad in earthen and forest colored silks... Baert. The chestnut-haired, earthen-eyed, man chuckles... &amp;quot;...I suppose Your Excellency no longer applies however... you see...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Those Templar from before appear, dragging the bodies of dead city guards behind... only to cast them aside.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...you are to be relieved of your position.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; And the trap is sprung. When all is said and done, Faruja stans, peering at his fellow Templar as the bodies of guards are tossed aside. Slowly, the rat's eye narrows as he fixes a death glare upon Baert. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Baert, ye VILE HERETIC WRETCH! Relieved!? What in the bloody abyss art ye talking about?&amp;quot; The rat spits upon the ground as he notes /Templar/ working with this scum. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Ye call thineselves Knights of the Church? This man is corrupt! He is a danger to those we art here to protect! Arrest him for conspiracy to murder a Priest!&amp;quot; Orders the rat. Still, his weapon is held.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:275|Alexandra Knox (275)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Lex makes sure to stand in between Faruja and the archers, she does not go on grand speeches, or insist on voicing indignation, but she does hold on to her bloodied spear and holds her shield firm, &amp;quot;If you wish to murder his excellency in broad daylight, you will have to go through me.&amp;quot; She puts her feet down in the ground, setting into a firm stance which is a challenge as much as her words are.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:3|Roll (3)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Roll's only a kid, but she's pretty alert for one. This looks bad. REALLY bad. Spotting the grounded gathering and people emerging... from above, she can even see the great lord Baert atop the rooftop. Rush swoops and swerves as Roll changes her balance and goes into a dive. She lands on the roof with a very loud THUMPCRACK, having leapt from Rush at speed and impacting with enough force to break human bone. Still, the Robot Master rises from a crouch without missing a beat, and points accusingly at Baert.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Hey! I know you! You're Baert, who runs that company! Just WHAT do you think you're doing?! Is this all your doing? The assassins, the monsters...?&amp;quot; Childish, but pure rage shows on her face and soon Roll's STOMPING Baert's way, glowering and scowling at him fiercely.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Rush lands behind her merely, and transforms back into dog form, but he's incapable of speech. Instead, the support unit snarls and growls Baert's way.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Sadly neither of them can do much. Yet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Ainsley pursues her target doggedly. Her fury boils over, but her mind remains sharp. And as the group is led to a square, and surrounded by mages, and Templars, her brain sizzles. The beings before him, these holy knights, they cannot possibly be...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Baert.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He walks up and speaks to Faruja as if relieving him of his position. A dramatic reveal, a gloating, nonsense thing for him to say. The way he says it like he's already won. She just can't hold it in anymore.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;You are a cancer!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She bellows this with a Latin Fire in her voice, the Spanish accent boiling up over her neutrality. Her voice picks up a thunderous quality. Perhaps from her nature?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;I have seen dark creatures in this world, I have seen mortal men fight over petty ideas of land and ideals. I have seen a great deal of things, Baert, but you, you are the worst of it. You are a greed, gluttonous, ignorant man and a bane against the very ground you walk on. I tire of looking at your sweaty, contemptuous face. So I am going to cut it off, so I do not have to hear another damnedable word escape your lard-filled lips.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Wow she is mad-- And she keeps going.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Electricity pours around her body, her harness buzzing and burning. &amp;quot;I do not care about Faram. I do not care about the fight of supernatural good and evil. I only care that you just walked out where I can see you, and you threatened someone I care about, as if you were the only one who had the audacity to kill someone they dislike.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Wait what--&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She flicks her whole body in a snapping motion, flinging the dagger toward Baert's eye. The lightning magic in her body propells it like a bullet. The scream of metal accompanies it, and magic disperses in the air from the destroyed speed enchantment. Metal shavings from the air friction crackle in its path. She used a lot of magic, because she refuses the idea of failure. She is trying very, very hard to kill him.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    As Baert speaks the last word of his sentence, Callia and Palora land - perfectly synchronized - in the dead center of the square. And they stand there, hands joined... as they both curtsy. Then, one after the other, they begin to speak. Callia goes first. &amp;quot;Good evening, ladies and gentlemen~.&amp;quot; A snicker from the pinkette. &amp;quot;It is sooooo sad that we have to tell you, buuuut...&amp;quot; Both of them together: &amp;quot;You will -NOT- be getting what you came for!&amp;quot; Before any can react, they release their hands and split up, dashing around the square. Scythes in hand, they rush with inhuman speed, going from one foot soldier to the next. Any sensitive to illusion magic would have no idea where they were or what was going on -- they leave... clones of themselves behind as they go around.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    The girls don't go for the demon girls or Baert. No, they... just go for the cronies! And yet, they do a fairly good job of looking intimidating. They jump, leap, hack, and slash their way from place to place, likely leaving severed flesh and crimson liquid in their wake. Unless you're an elite - or in this case, a demon - you would never be able to track their movements. Unfortunately, though, some people present might be just that. Still, the girls are relentless, keeping up their offensive without rest.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    This would, of course, provide everyone else some time to collect themselves and get into the action.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Meanwhile, Mizuki stays right by Faruja. Still invisible, she's actively gauging the enemy in terms of perceived strength and numbers... while making sure that her friend -- er, colleague -- is safe. Her confidants are out there doing the grunt work so that she can stay back and be ready for anything.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn growls softly to himself as knives are thrown towards him and then the expplosion and the person getting away. He's not hit by any this time, luckily it seems, but as the woman gets away on the rooftop again he jsut growls a little louder, well what to do now..He shifts and changes forms once more, a large eagle launching himself into the air as that form takes the place of the cheetah. He flaps his wings and soars upwards and peers around from above, hearing the order to attack archers, that is what he does, he begins to dive at an archer that he spots. Well, what will the do if they see a large bird barreling down.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron was totally expecting a trap. That's why he brought his ranged weapon too. At least now Auron understands what's going on. For once being the slowest unit on the battlefield pays off! Due to not having come in with the others, being a little behind, he might just have been missed by the emerging archers and mages. Maybe he can find a hiding place before he's noticed.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Speaking of that, once the archers start coming out, he waits, just long enough for the battle to 'begin'. Ainsley's attack will provide enough of a distraction, he hopes. He pulls the bow from his back, unfolds it, and loads one of the small spear-sized arrows. He takes aim and fires, loosing the arrow in a long arc up and over, hoping to land it at the feet of a grouping of enemies.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Why at the feet? Because when the arrow hits, it will create a burst of icy power roughly equal to a Blizzara spell. It'll be a pretty big blast too, though maybe not much bigger than the normal range of a Blizzara spell.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is clearly keeping up and Tomoe then shows she's got similar skills as she stop moving via flight and starts using the terrain about her to chase after Celia. She's also just almost hit with the knife. It's a pretty near thing as she keeps up with them another throw would be very likely to catch her. Still she's not about to give up but damn this is harder than expected. She continues to make use of the terrain s she chase3s after the woman in blue but does not like what she sees at this point. She pauses for a moment. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Yup her day just got a hell of a lot worse here it seems. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I see vermin can wear fine clothing.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She's going for her sword at this point it's time to fight in all likelihood.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Templarate standing about seem in no visible hurry to mind Faruja's words, perhaps giving credence to Baert's talk of 'relieving' him. One of them even crosses his arms, silently, staring at Faruja as though he'd not heard a word.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;To the various words launched at him, some positively dripping with venom, Baert chortles. &amp;quot;Oh... I don't think I've been given a choice!&amp;quot; He stuffs a fat hand into his cloak, producing a mechanical pistol, waving it about a bit with an artful flourish of his right hand. &amp;quot;And I'll not be giving any of you one either...&amp;quot;, a dark chuckle escapes him as he turns slightly to let his earthen eyes fall upon Roll... and her little dog too. &amp;quot;Madam... if you can but wait a moment... I'll be with you shortly.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The turning of the fat man from the square gives Ainsley's knife ample time to find its mark... and a perfect opening too!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It's just a shame that Lettie is having none of that! She kicks off from the windowsil, turning top side down and kicks the flying dagger into the distance without a word.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Mizuki's deadly pair's assault, in tandem with Auron and Allyn's own attacks is when the fight begins in earnest. Two archer's fall from the rooof, sent stumbling by Allyn, before a nearby mage hurls a Thunderspell in his direction. Mizuki's deadly pair eat through a good few soldiers on the ground, at least beore those Templarate step in, they'll find that these two are FAR stronger tha Baert's hired swords. They're only atempting to cut the pair down with sword swipes at this point though! Auron's freezing volley, too, catches a group of archers on an opposite roof head on... turning two to popsicles before the others attempt to return fire!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;From this point on, what's left of the hired hands charge the square where Faruja, Ainsley, Tomoe, and others wait and proceed to attack!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The assassin girls aren't contenpt to sit by and watch either... in fact, they same determined to go after Faruja himself. Both pull knives, leaping into his vicinity on either side of the fray, with both offering at the exact same time, &amp;quot;...One last dance before you die, Holy Rat?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:275|Alexandra Knox (275)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Using the full reach of her nine foot spear, Lex stays in front of Faruja. They may have numbers, they may be charging the square, but she has reach and position. She has every intent to make them pay for attempts to pass by her on the way to the Rattus Praedicans.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    There's a horrible moment of silence in the square before there's a horrible sound. An earsplitting crack shatters the momentary tableau, and a single heavy bullet is freed to fly from the barrel of the gun. Pure physics take over, as does a moment of gravity, before the round smashes into its target - sending shards of wood and metal flying, the remains of the gun in Baert's hand suddenly possessed of a mind of its own and leaping far to the side, clattering to the ground out of his grasp.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Addie's dogged pursuit of the blue-clad one had continued, even as she's confronted with someone who loves throwing Still More Sharp Objects. She'd managed to avoid the worst of it, but one blade still manages to score her thigh. Denim splits, and starts to turn red from blood, but it's not a serious wound - not just yet. Neither does the blast from the energy bolt from the skies...and the assassin waiting for her to recover before leaping away had exceptionally pissed her off.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She's being fucking toyed with, and it's /really/ getting a certain sailor's dander up.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Rising from her hide, Addie keeps the gun on Baert. &amp;quot;THAT'S ENOUGH!&amp;quot; The voice of a noncommissioned officer in full-power rage-fueled ass-chewing mode can be heard across the square, especially after the gunshot. &amp;quot;NOBODY FUCKIN' MOVES A FARAM-FORSAKEN MUSCLE OR THE FAT BASTARD DIES!&amp;quot; The two ninja can outrun a thrown knife, even one thrown as magically hard as Ainsley - but now they're out of position and unable to protect Baert from the still faster heavy bullet. One of them wounded as well - the knife apparently was even more powerful than Addie had seen, as there's no small amount of blood on one of the assassin's feet. &amp;quot;Nice throw, Ains.&amp;quot; The knife the librarizard had thrown certainly got his attention, and moved just where she needed him.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Treason, assassination, and conspiracy, eh Faruja? And this time where noone didn't see,&amp;quot; she adds, as faces come to windows observing the standoff. &amp;quot;LISTEN UP! PAY ATTENTION! YOUR FAITH IS BEING OPPRESSED BY THOSE WITH THE MONEY!&amp;quot; Addie's calling to the crowd now, the regular people that are far too many to slaughter - even for Baert and his assassins. &amp;quot;COIN FOR BLOOD! POWER FOR MURDER! DO YOU ACCEPT THIS?! Or are you going to stand against the kind of evil Faram hates most?!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    When the fuck did she become Che Guevara...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:3|Roll (3)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    How messed up this is! A bunch of humans killing each other over who knows what. Roll knows about crime, of course. It's supposed to be a handful of creepy, weird, misguided folk making trouble and being stopped by the lawful pecekeepers! But here...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Here, the ones in power are CONTROLLING those peacekeepers and killing others. It's so alien and wrong that it leaves her scared inside.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She didn't know people could be like this! Even Wily wasn't quite like this!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    But still, to be brushed off by him, Roll makes a face. Sometimes it's fun to be underestimated, and it works in her favor. But not this time it isn't!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;Nuh-uh! Justice doesn't wait for SLIMEBALLS! You're under arrest, /Lord/ Baert.&amp;quot; At that very moment, Roll raises her left arm skywards. Light pulses at her fingertips... then streaks down her whole body in a wave, leaving her now garbed in the skintight pink and red armor she's not used ONCE in this world.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    But she doesn't just open fire like most might expect, though the upraised hand is brought down in form of the Mega Buster and slams into momentary rest within her right hand. No, instead, Roll charges for Baert and leaps, accompanied by a bounding Rush!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Her hand whips out with great speed for his weapon. Her goal? Grab that thing, crush it into metal scraps!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    At the call of their lady on the radio, both of the girls - who had probably been blocking sword strikes with their scythes beforehand - rush away as fast as they had come. They fly in tandem to intercept the demonic twins. They spin their scythes, hopefully deflecting any projectiles in enough time to keep them from making contact with Faruja. And then...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    ... Mizuki finally shows herself.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Her invisibility shatters, and from Mizuki spreads a huge, monochrome sphere. If it is effective, it would almost completely stop the demon sisters in place, making it seem as though the world around them had sped up dramatically. Then, without a moment's hesitation, she kicks up her wings and dashes for the blue one with her sword. As she does, she announces to Faruja: &amp;quot;FARUJA! If you have anything you can throw at them, throw it -NOW-!&amp;quot; Mizuki dashes straight for the blue one, sword backed by the sheer force of a projectile travelling too fast to be seen while the sisters go together to attack the pink one...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;After having dive bombed the two archers that were thrown off the roof, begins to flap his wings to climb again, just managing to notice the lightning bolt coming his way. Uh oh, that doesn't look good and it is most likely going to hurt. He wonders for a few moments how he gets himself into these situations and thinks he should have changed to his falcon form, smaller and much more manuverable, at least compared to this huge eagle shape. He begins to bank, knowing that he wont be able to escape the bolt, but perhaps he can at least not take the full force of it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It does mean that he is going to get his wings clipped again and most likely he's going to fall, but its better than the other day when his wings got ripped to shreds by that gatling gun, right? He does manage to turn though, the bolt of lightning catching him on his left wing and turning the feathers there extra crispy. He gives a piercing shriek of pain and then he's spiraling downward. At least he's not unconsious this time, so he doesn't revert back to his true human shape, instead he changes once more, a lion, instead of an eagle falling, hoping wherever he ends up landing, maybe on that wizard? that he'll land on his feet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Ainsley drifts to the ground, and does an agonizingly slow draw of the longsword out of its scabbard.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    &amp;quot;I don't know about all of you,&amp;quot; she speaks up in her hoarse tone of voice, &amp;quot;But I'm tired of being manipulated!&amp;quot; She tries to complement Adelaide's words. She holds her sword up toward the two assassins. &amp;quot;Like these two. I can see it in the way you act. You're manipulators.&amp;quot; She frowns at them heavily. &amp;quot;Can you kill all of us, I wonder?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She lunges for one of them, just so she can get close to Faruja by swiping to get them to clear space for her. She would try to do a back-to-back sort of stance. No one can sneak up on Faruja if she's there to deflect anything that's /truly/ lethal. She probably can't hurt these girls, but she can make their job prohibitively difficult.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Ainsley is, however, wheezing, and some of the color seems to have faded out of her face. Which is weird, because she has scales, so that shouldn't actually happen.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron is suddenly forced to dodge a volley of arrows coming his way. Which is hard because they're not coming straight at him, but going up and over. He has to make some quick footwork from his perch to avoid getting turned into a pincushion. Not all of which is successful, since he takes an arrow in the arm for his troubles. He stumbles, emitting a grunt of pain and ducking behind a chimney.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    There's no time to work the arrow free, so he merely reaches up and snaps it off so it's not so cumbersome. Doing so prompts and cry of pain that he quashes ruthlessly. Last thing he needs is to give away his position to the enemy. In that time he hears Addie's words, and chances a look out from behind his cover in her direction.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He's fully aware that there's a chance someone's going to try to silence her for good and all. Just as she's shouting the truth, she's also making a spectacle of herself. It would be easy to just shoot her with a bow or gun, or throw a knife at her. So Auron folds the bow and heads in Addie's direction.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Hopefully he can get there before the Universal Evil Mind picks the idea out of his head. Since that /always/ seems to happen, the big bad gets an idea to exploit the one weakness that wasn't covered. He'll draw his sword in the meantime, intending to use it to parry and/or deflect and blades or projectiles that come her way.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Faruja is speechless. His lover attempts to Righteously Purge Baert, only to be met by an assassin. Addie is stirring up the populace. The others attack. Even as the assassins loom, Faruja simply clutches the Cancer Stone. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Filth. Filth filthfilthfilthFIIIILLTHYYY TRAIIITORS! EVERY LAST SINGLE ONE OF YE ART DAMNED! HOW DARE YE!? HOW DARE YE CAST JUDGEMENT UPON ME, OH SINNERS! FOR I HATH BEEN GIVEN THIS OFFICE BY FARAM THROUGH HIS EARTHLY AGENT, AND I SHALL NOT BE CAST ASIDE BY SOME DISGUSTING BLUEBLOOD AND HIS TRAITOROUS DOGS!&amp;quot; His gaze strikes each and every one of those arrayed against them for a moment. In it, is absolute, sure-hearted judgement. Weighing, testing, and declaring them unworthy. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; His hand never leaves the stone as he invokes his magic, the two assassin's blades meeting nothing but air and likely the spear of Alexandra as well. The rat backs up behind her shadow to let her guard him before teleporting high above them. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;IN THE NAME OF HOLY FARAM I SHALL SEE EVERY ONE OF YE DEAD!&amp;quot; Announces the rat, loud and clear as his back hits Ainsley's. Now fully protected, the rat invokes arcane words. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Oh Master of Wyrms, hear mine Call! Come forth and lay destruction upon the unworthy! BAHAMUT, KING OF DRAGONS!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The world shudders, and the King of Dragons fades into being. The great Dragon opens its mouth, and with a roar that makes the air shake, pure nuclear energy gathers. Spitting the massive ball to the ground, it explodes amidst the rushing hired guns, as well as the Assassins to attempt to scour them to the bone with the dragon's power.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe takes a deep breath as he looks them over for a moment she's not about to move as the hired hands come in. Tomoe summons a Shield out of seemingly nowhere. Oddly if one looks names flicker in and out of existence upon it's face. Most of them seem Japanese or almost like internet handles for those who'd know them. She now moves to get ready to intercept them and she's going to strike out with he blade attemepting to disarm or disable she dopes not seem too bothered for the moment. She may be pressed soon but this is just the start of the fight, she has to keep them busy and on her. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Come cowards I'll deal with all of you myself if need be!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Behind her rifle, Addie grins. Faruja's fuzzling of Mizuki should help her feel better.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;There's a crack, and a squealing of strained metal, as Adelaide's bullet smashes into the barrel of Baert's handgun... splintering it before sending the gun itself hurtling out of reach. Baert grasps at his right hand, crying out loudly from above, seemingly already injured. The gun breaking had likely sent shards of metal and wood across that hand... if not into it. Compounding things further, whether intentional or not, Roll manages to snare his silken tunic in her inhuman grasp... as she goes tumbling over him... and pretty soon everyone who can remote see will be getting an eyeful. Buttons squeal, straining to resist, before snapping off and his loose tunic flies away... caught in Roll's grasp. He's now standing barechested, for all the world to see, flabby man breasts, rolls of thick fat, and all. ... The indignity.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;One of the blonde assassins look up, eyes narrowing, as people poke their head out of windows who weren't supposed to be there. Surely, they'd not been that careless. ... Neither of the pair has time to think about this too hard though, as they're being assaulted from all sides. Mizuki's rushing &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:blue&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Celia&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; is responded to with a drawn sword - the girl attempting to deflect the attack immediately. The attack itself is too fast, and too unexpected, to be completely repelled however. Instead, the blades meet briefly...with a hissing of metal... before Mizuki's sword skirt off to the girl's side... cutting her face diagonally and chopping of an enormous amount of that lovely hair.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Her sister manages a bit better against the pair of scythe-wielding minions... especially when the two Templarate who were pursuing them come to her aide! But she's at least diven back for a few precious minutes.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The wizard in black robes who struck Allyn celebrates, prematurely, as his Thunder spell hits the bird dead on and sends him spiral down...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;... right toward himself. Panicking, at the realization, he flails with his wooden staff in an attempt to stop that lion from hitting him. But, he fails horribly... missing Allyn by mere inches and eating falling kitty to the face... which promptly knocks him over too! Allyn hasn't see the worst of it though, the last remaining archer on the roof drops his bow... and produces a blade before stalking toward him...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;While no one had been going for Adelaide -yet-, ironically it's Auron's rushing to defend her that brings the fun. Suddenly the pair of them would find a monk, two hired swords, and a black mage rushing them down swiftly!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Ainsley joining the fray throws the otherwise prevailing assassin girl and her Templarate trio off though. So much, in fact, that her blade manages to cut the girl across her exposed midsection, perhaps alerting her for the first time as to why it's not a good idea to have so much skin exposed! Blood pools at Ainsley's feet, and the girl glares through clenched teeth before retreating swiftly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Lettie, meanwhile, is rather peeved at having not ONLY her beautiful face scarred but her hair chopped off as well! Her eyes flit dangerously between Faruja and Mizuki, but even in her rage she seems determined to kill the rat! Leaping toward him, and all of his guardians, she begins to mutter an arcane phrase practically in time with Faruja's own...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...The sky darkens, and thunder cracks across its face...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...and Faruja's stone begins to subtly glow.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The assassin's eyes fly open... and the girl hits the ground... staring wide-eyed at the lot of them. She never even finishes her spell before the form of Bahamut descends... spewing white hot energy toward her and her nearby sister...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;An explosion rocks the area and stone flies skyward... when its over... one of them is lying flat of the ground and severely burned. The other, manages to escape with mostly tattered garbs and a bleeding left arm... but the Templarate defending her weren't so lucky.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The one garbed in blue, speaks, as the other attempts to pick herself up from the ground... &amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:blue&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...T'would seem you are fated for better things. Holy One... we will take our leave... for now.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...And then the pair of them teleport away... visibly vanish in a flash of bright white energy.. leaving Baert and his lot to die or be captured, it seems...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Mizuki's stasis field collapses, and the girl... just sits there a while. As the demons depart and Bahamut descends, she doesn't even react - she just stays there, hand at her chest, as her wings slowly carry her back to Earth, and to Faruja. The rat might notice that her expression has... none of her usual pomp. In fact, she looks quite pale. Both of the sisters gaze as Bahamut descends, Palora even letting out an impressed 'Whooooaaa, man...!', but eventually, they turn to look at Mizuki as well. When they do, both of their forms flicker like TV static and disappear without a trace.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    When Mimi touches the ground, she gives a horrified look in Faruja's direction, and then the direction of the others. She doesn't utter a word.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Having fallen out of the sky and nearly onto the wizard that brought him down, but not completly breaking his fall Allyn's left leg is completely blackened and useless for much of anything right now, and he thinks that he may have heard a snap with the impact of the roof. He elts out a roar of pain, but he's not ready to give up just yet, he'll go down fighting. He glares at the archer coming at him with a sword and growls a warning, wounded animal, not good to approach, &amp;quot;I'll give you one chance, jump off now and hope you die, or stay and be my dinner, you do know I like raw meat, right? Though you probably taste spoiled and foul, but I'm hungry.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Faruja falls to a knee, supported by his cane. He watches as the two assassins speak. The rat barely hears them. Some part of him feels awake, alive, and exhilirated. His enemies lay dead and dieing before his judgement. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Flee. Flee, ye Heretics. I know not what drivel ye speak, but when next we meet, it shall be thine corpses adorning the gorund as well.&amp;quot; Promises the mage-knight. Then, he turns to his fallen enemies. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Blaze gun drawn, he makes his way over to several of the dieing Templar. One by one, he begins to simply buffet their fallen forms with fire. He does a darn good job, not stopping until they're unrecognizable. He saves only one out of them. The hired hands get even less consideration. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Only when he's done, and has Baert and the last Templar tied up for capture will he attempt to get his Inquisitorial allies moving. If they'll even respond at this point. He has harsh interrogations to run.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Bahamut. The appearance is different from what he remembers. But it's still most definitely Bahamut. And that's going to cause some hell! Auron remains in his place while the great dragon does its thing. However that doesn't seem to have taken care of all of them. If the mage got caught in Bahamut's blast, said mage is probably crispy critters by now; mages tend to be kind of squishy. But the monk at least may have the vitality to power through it. And who knows how tough those two sellswords are?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Well, they're about to eat another dragon's fire. Sort of. Auron raises his sword to his shoulder and extends his other arm; golden energy that crackles like lightning surrounds him for a moment. As he turns his sword in his hands, so it points down, he leaps up into the air. He seems to hang in the air a few seconds longer than he ought to, and a gleam slides down his blade.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    As he lands, he buries the sword in the surface under his feet (which might be a roof so somebody may need to call a roofer). A harmless puff of energy surrounds his feet... and the corresponding explosions, these not quite so harmless, are aimed to explode under the feet of anyon of the group approaching he and Addie that Bahamut didn't get.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:275|Alexandra Knox (275)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Excitement over, Lex sits down on a nearby crate and yawns. &amp;quot;... I didn't notice how tired I was.&amp;quot; She leans forward to rest her face on her arms, and promptly falls asleep.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:3|Roll (3)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Roll... has unwittingly disrobed Baert for the most part. She was going for the gun, honestly. But then the gun vanished and Baert started moving and she flailed an arm and... RIIIIIIIIIIIIP!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    The maidrobo... frowns heavily. Ooops?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    She ends up blinking bewilderedly at the man, though also makes a face of utter disapproval. &amp;quot;You really should exercise more, that's not health--&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Dragons apparently solve everything.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    ... This leaves the whole mess taken care of, and when everyone's ready to be carted off, Roll makes her way over to Faruja. &amp;quot;... I'm glad they didn't get you! I-I can't believe this... it's not just some deluded guy or a single criminal, but a really important person. I didn't think they could BE criminimals!&amp;quot; it's mindset shaking, really!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:183|Mizuki (183)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Without another word to anyone, Mizuki lifts her sword and brings it down, re-opening the portal from before. After a very short period of hesitation and a final glance at the others, she enters it. It closes nigh immediately once she has stepped through it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Earnestly, she just hopes she wasn't seen by anyone.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;At this point, it all seems to have fallen through for Baert. Not only are his men being slaughtered or arrested wholesale, but his ace in the hole just plain up and left like a pair of... fickle women. Never the less, being that the fat man now has no immediate means of escape, and is beyond indignified at this point, he cooperates... begrudgingly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Seeing that the battle has ended, and he really doesn't wish to become dinner to a TALKING COEURL, the last archer who was - moments prior - menacing Allyn suddenly drops his blade... and turns tail to run. He won't likely get far though now...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Auron's unusual attack catches the last vestiges of Baert's men completely off-guard... and the explosion of magical energy that erupts beneath their feet leaves them either grievously wounded or dead. They literally collapse just feet from him, proving to be far less of a threat than they thought they'd be.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is a good fighter after all but she's just playing support to pardon the pun to everyone else as they continue to fight however it seems of it won't be much longer she's not been taken to too badly thankfully she lowers her blade as the fight end and she narrows her eyes for a moment not sure about just what's going on with the two blonde killers.. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She looks to start rounding up those enemies who still live as she pulls zip ties from her inventory to restrain them. She'll worry about what she can actually do something about&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    ...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    It'll be a while, getting all this cleaned up. But on the way out of the festival grounds, a rustling in a tree startles Auron. He turns to look at the source, and finds...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    ...A familiar cat, sitting on a branch. Its eyes are wide and it seems to be shaking. Then again, with all that battling and HOLY CRAP HUGE DRAGON that just happened, it's understandable. &amp;quot;...Mraaau...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Auron pauses. Sighs. He takes a step towards the branch. &amp;quot;...All right. Get in there.&amp;quot; The cat does not wait to be told twice, but jumps down onto his shoulder from the branch and crawls into the place in his coat where he has his arm tucked. This time it's hiding. But at least it's still quiet.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Once more, Auron sighs, and then heads back. The cat will leave when it wants to, he figures.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:109|Adelaide Flowers (109)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Despite her clearly similar nature and the fact she could /fit/ in Auron's jacket, said cat is not Adelaide Flowers.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Fate Cuts Strange Deals</title>
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|Date of Scene=2014/06/21&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Ivalice&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=The Corpse Brigade launches an attack against the Fort City Yardrow in attempt to free their own from Archadian clutches, inadvertently causing an impromptu battle between the forces of Ivalice and the forces of Archadia. If it spills out into the city, it could harm the citizenry.&lt;br /&gt;
|Thanks=Auron, Allyn, Tomoe.&lt;br /&gt;
|Cast of Characters=6, 129, 236, 307&lt;br /&gt;
|Tinyplot=Of Stones And Sins&lt;br /&gt;
|pretty=yes&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Poses&lt;br /&gt;
|Poses=:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Yardrow, Fort City -&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It is late in the eve, and densest darkness has fallen upon the Fort City. It is lit only by the light of scattered torches, and that which spills from the city windows. Despite this, the streets are well lit... even more so than usual tonight due to the enormous military presence all around and the light of their torches. Minding every gate and every potential entryway are men clad in steel darker than the night, the helms of which have the menacing appearance of faceless demons. Due to the city being on lockdown, and after curfew, it is unusual to see a common civilian anywhere. It is toward the city center where the torch lights grow brightest, and the presence of men clad in gleaming black steel is thickest. They seem to have a particulary tall building wrought from stone utterly surrounded.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Riding in toward the northern gate comes a caravan of knights astride Chocobos, bearing yet more torches, with an ornate carriage taking up the rear. The moving wall of soldiers and transported official make steady progress to, and eventually past, the entryway to the Fort City with little to do. These men are not like the rest, they bear the gleaming silver and gold steels of the Northern Order and the banner that flies over the caravan is much the same. One could speculate on who the carriage's occupant might be, but whomever they are - they are doubtlessly important.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Tonight Yardrow will likely be the setting for an unannounced summit, or so it would seem.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...Too bad no one told a certain intruder that it was a secret.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A lit arrow pierces the darkness of the dead of night, sailing toward the caravan as it makes its way up the cobblestone streets. The arrow finds its mark in the side of that ornate carriage, causing its siding to burst into flames. Suddenly, panicked Order knights are flying all about and the occupiers clad in ebon steel are rushing to the scene.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;But rather than cooperation, what transpires instead is the beginnings of a battle. Hundreds of soldiers versus a party of roughly thirty-five men, both suspecting the other had planned something subversive...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...and a figure clad in darkness atop the bell tower at the center of town walks quietly away...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    '...Well ain't THIS just the cutest little clusterf**k ever?'&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Is what Jecht would have said if he'd seen this. And he'd have been right. The people from the caravan are far outnumbered. This looks like it's going to be a slaughter. Auron has other ideas. As soon as he heard it was happening, he headed for a warpgate with a chocobo.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Thus it is that, precisely at that moment, an Ivalician chocobo appears. And sitting astride it is a man wearing what almost looks like a brick-red monk's robe. It's dusty from the road, so the color might be a little more brown right at that moment.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    It's Auron, in his Assassin regalia. Due to the nature of this mission and its time after dark, Auron thought that it would be a better idea to at least /attempt/ to disguise himself. Hopefully he'll be able to get in quietly and make with the Low Profile kills.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He's not coming in unarmed, of course. He's got those hidden blades, the gifts from Altair. And he also has his Katana sheathed on his back. Which might come in handy, with all the armored guys running around.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Injured from a recent battle and limping on his right leg, Allyn in his lion form stalks about the area after he arrives through a warpgate. The fur of his right shoulder, right leg and a couple spots on his left leg are matted with dried blood. He'd probably have been better off just staying where he had been to recover, since he had been just tended to with the basic, but once he had heard a call for help because innocents needed to be protected, despite the pain he had to spring into action, it was who he is after all, protect others no matter what it might cost him, especially those who might not be able to protect themselves. He is grumpy and in a foul mood from the pain and perhaps even a little bit on the feral side at the moment.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He stops his prowling when he sees the larger group of soldiers going after the smaller number and his feline eyes narrow towards them and he growls low. Then he looks around, seeking to find where the innocents might be that need to be protected. He shakes out his mane and then lets out a ROAR to announce his presence.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is here she's very much been involved int his but even so she's not too happy with how things seem to be going. Thsi is going to get ugly as hell as she wondere just how handle things, she comes in with Auron keeping iwth him and her weapons are not even visable at the momentr save for her sheathed blade. She seems a bit on the quiet side at the moment but there's clearly a very attentive woman who knows how bad this is.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Steel clashes with steel and arrows are loosed. Even the sound of rifles being fired can be heard in the distance, mostly from the soldiers in black armor who're crowding the Order caravan. Men push and shove, knocking each other about even as frightened Chocobo's attempt to break loose from their reins. Anyone moving close enough to the panicked yellow birds that they don't recognize would likely be getting beaks and/or claws somewhere hurtful. One of the birds even outright runs off, dragging a knight caught in it's stirrup swiftly down the cobblestone streets.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; By this time, civilians are beginning to poke their heads out... only to be quickly shoved back indoors by Archadian men.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;While all of this is going on, no one... immediately... spots the mounted figure wearing red robes who is attempting to gain entry to the Fort. Not even the ebon-armored soldiers who should be minding the gates. Auron will find that if he should strike at them, they'll fall easily. Their backs are against him, the pair of them lifting their rifles to get a clean shot at some of the Order knights. He'll likely get at least a few of the Archadia soldiers before one on a nearby roof takes notice, shouting... &amp;quot;...I-I-IT'S THE THUNDER GOD! WE'VE BEEN HAD!&amp;quot; And suddenly, everyone else is a little bit less concerned about the Order...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...and more worried about the Thunder God, the... Giant Coeurl?? (No one in Ivalice knows what a Lion is)..., and the mechanical woman charging them down. The Archadian soldiers surrounding the caravan fan out... with some of them targeting the two unexpected individuals who've entered the fray. Auron and Allyn would soon find themselves being fired upon with guns, and charged with bladed weapons, even as many of them continue to struggle to split their attention between the new arrivals and the well-trained Order soldiers.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As for the Order, by now they have managed to evacuate that carriage... pulling the man inside from the burning blaze. And as it turns out, the man himself is no stranger to the ways of the sword. Clad in ornate brown leather armor, with gold and silver trimming, the cloaked man with a mane and goatee as red as the blaze itself draws his sword even as his men gather around his person. The steel of his gaze and the practiced manner of his stance indicates he may well be a seasoned fighter too. &amp;quot;...Damned Archadians. Snakes one and all.&amp;quot; One of the random soldiers inquires to him, &amp;quot;General Zalbaag, perhaps we should flee sir?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Not on my family's honor.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As if it couldn't get any worse for the Archadians now that the &amp;quot;Thunder God&amp;quot; and General Zalbaag of the Northern Order were on the field, it will. Suddenly, out from the alleyways of the Fort City's streets spill a ragtag band of pauper 'knights' - obvious civilians bearing arms. And at their head, stands a well-dressed swordsman wearing earthen green, yellow, and silver cloth. Though possessed of a youthful face, this figure with short chestnut brown hair too has the stance of a practiced swordsman... and the piercing, determined, gaze of a man with copious charismatic spirit. &amp;quot;...You will all rue the day you brought your greed to my doorstep. I will see it dead, and you as well. For I am Wiegraf Folles, defender of Ivalice's common man.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron slipped from the back of his chocobo and sent it into the fray to cause distraction as he went for some of those Low Profile kills. The hidden blades are meant to penetrate between the spaces in armor easily, and they'll do that. Shnk, slump, move on. Quietly dispatching as many as he can. Invariably though, someone's going to see him. When they do, he's expecting open combat. But then suddenly someone on the roofs points him out. Or, well... he thinks it's him. Strange, though... 'Thunder God'? He's not Thor.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Suddenly he's being fired at, and he dives to the side with surprising quickness. Doesn't save him from getting nicked across the leg by a stray bullet. It did keep him from being turned into Swiss cheese, though. Worthwhile trade-off.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Pausing a moment speak into his radio, &amp;quot;We've got men on the roofs. Can you handle them, Tomoe? You can fly.&amp;quot; Then he rolls to the side again, to avoid a blade. Speaking of blades, when Auron gets to his feet again, he pulls the Katana from its sheath and faces the group of Archadians.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    As for the people near him, they might start to see other differences between this robed man and T.G. Cid. The robe is a redder color, for one. And it's not a cloak, as T.G. Cid prefers. Not only that, but what can be seen of the face under the robe is not the bearded visage of the Thunder God, and a scar splits the skin near the right side of his chin. Then again, with all the chaos of battle, it may be hard to tell.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    For his part, Auron tries to get nearer to the man they pulled out of the carriage. Should he be able to do that, he'll ask, &amp;quot;Are you all right?&amp;quot; It's in Spiran, but understood (obviously). In the meanwhile he'll be trying to hold off the Archadians so that Zalbaag can get ready for battle. The appearance of Wiegraf does not go unnoticed, either. Auron's not sure who Wiegraf is going to start hacking into, but he assumes Zalabaag is, for the time being anyway, an ally.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Fired at again? More bullets? He's most likely going to get hit by a one or two of those, seeing as in his condition he's not able to move quite as fast as he normally would. It is afterall, the reason he showed up in this form and not some other, when injured strength is probably better than speed. It's not like he's thought about it though as he's injured and not quite in his right mind, acting more on insinct and survival then anything else.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Seeing the armored men charging for him, he crouches down, waiting for them to come to him, at least it wont take too much pressure on his front legs, once the first armored man he pushes with his back legs and leaps right at him, slashing at the man's head with his left paw to knock the helmet off and pounce down on top of the man. It's not too hard to figure out what the large cat is going to do once that head protection is off though.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe looks to Auron and she nods for a moment &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I'll be on it.&amp;quot; She takes a moment her wings flare into existance behind her and she starts to rise up above the groundf she's gong to attempt to keep things less lethal it's just how she rolls. She's not got no real blood lust most of the time, she's up in the air now rianing osme light magic down on the men on the roof moving to supress them as best she can.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Archadian soldiers fall one by one swiftly to the experienced swordsman in the brick red robes, and the giant cat pinning a soldier down and ripping him a new one causes a few more to back away hesitantly. Even so, it doesn't take long before some of the bolder ones fall in to attack again. The military discipline is strong here, that or the fear of death. Auron and Allyn would find themselves again beset by swords from all sides.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Hearing the man in red robes speak to him through the wall of guards arrayed about him, Zalbaag turns a hard stare in Auron's direction... only for his eyes to momentarily widen. &amp;quot;...My Lord, I...!&amp;quot; and then he notices the strange voice. &amp;quot;...Er, yes...&amp;quot; He averts his gaze, turning it back to the Archadian onslaught charging them down. &amp;quot;...momentarily. But it's not wise for us to let them surround us like this...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He lifts the curved blade he holds, turning it sideways and holding its sheath aloft as well. &amp;quot;...I recommend covering your ears...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Evil souls of the dark, gather here... Koutetsu!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The blade is shoved back into its sheath, and the moment it forms a seal a wave of dark energy fans out from the cluster of Order knights. Suddenly glass shattering howls penetrate the air as evil spirits emerge from the ground and swarm the Archadian occupiers like locusts. They seem to penetrate, rather than strike, at their victims - but the ones who're struck none the less begin to look deathly ill.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Tomoe's magical light show would give the fightrs on the ground some much needed reprieve from bullets, as several fall to the unexpected attack quite readily and the rest turn their guns on Tomoe and begin to fire. One even begins to chant a fire spell, but...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...he is quickly offed by a Corpse Brigade arrow. The Brigade themselves are making a mess of the occupiers as well, but especially their leader...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Absorb power in the sky and strike... Hallowed Bolt!&amp;quot; rings out the voice of one Wiegraf Folles, with two injured soldiers at his feet. With a simple swing of his sword, mighty magical lightning falls from the sky above with a thunderous roar... frying alive anyone in its vicinity.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    That's a very strange look from Zalbaag. And the 'my lord'? Yeah, apparently he thinks, for a minute there, that Auron is this 'Thunder God'. He'll have to research this, find out more. Later. Right now there's a battle to fight. He nods to Zalbaag's words. Sadly, due to having to hold his sword, Auron's not able to cover his ears. So...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    /OW/. Much ow. Okay yeah. That's uncomfortable, and he cringes. However, he's used to pain. So he follows suit. Holding his own sword aloft, he murmurs under his breath something in Spiran that's probably too quiet to be heard over the chaos of battle. Fire seems to float down onto his blade and then... disappear. Except a moment later several nearby enemies get slashed multiple times.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    Looks remarkably like a samurai ability that the people of Ivalice might be familiar with...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Surround or corner injured big cat? Not really a good idea, but it's not looking good for this big cat, he pants from the bit of exertion he has been going through. He was already not at a hundred percent. He tries to think of what the best way out would be, and roars in anger and pain at the men surrounding him. That's right before he shimmers and shifts, the form of a small mouse replacing that of the large cat and he scampers between and under soldier's feet, then once behind some, he shimmers and shifts forms once more returning to his lion form and attacks from behind. He uses this tactic again and again, though sometimes it's a different form, fox, mouse, to try and dodge between the men's legs, maybe this way he can make the soldiers think that there is more than one large cat attacking them from out of nowhere and frighten the rest off.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is keeping the guys on the roof as she fires more magical bolds at them like some sort of angry Angel from the looks of her. She gets some cover from one of the Corpse Brigade's archers which she's thankful for. OThers however do catgch her cuasing her a level of pain and visably distorting her avatar reducing it ot wireframe where the impacts are naqsty enough and now she dive bombs them tyring ot really make them keep their heads down.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Archadian opposition is falling in waves now, but even so they seem endless. Hundreds of men, practically carbon copies of one another, all clad in obscuring black steel and darting out from seemingly every place. Auron's Ashura technique sends several sprawling, and several to the ground in a heap. Yet even as they fall, more leap from the nearest building and stalk out of adjacent alleyways brandishing blades and guns. Two with swords charge, followed up immediately by two gun shots from the riflemen at the rear. These guys are either brave, or hopelessly suicidal.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Confusion tactics work well for Allyn, as these soldiers have never been trained to deal with whatever the heck he is. They quite visible dance around, scanning the area with their eyes, as he gets the drop on the first one. Two nearby take turns swinging at him, and miss, and another one falls swiftly. By now they're beginning to panic as their numbers dwindle, attempting to spread out and make it harder for him to target them all in succesion. One even attempts to fire upon him twice as he takes down the third soldier successively, while another casts a flame spell in his direction... sending sparks dancing across the cobblestone!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Tomoe, too, is doin an excellent job keeping the riflemen on the roof focused upon her. Her dive-bombing tactic fells two more, knowing them from the roof and yet even so another casts an Blizzaga spell toward her in an attempt to freeze her where she lands.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;. Zalbaag and Wiegraf and their lot are still sweeping up soldiers nearby as well... and it's only a matter of time until they bump into each other...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Literally.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The pair back into one another, mid-way in front of the burning carriage at the street center. Both turn, staring upon one another for not more than a moment before one of them speaks,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Never thought I'd see the day I got to kill you personally, you lawless deserter!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;It is a fool's mistake to think that you can kill what I am.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Not content to let the pair prattle, several Archadian soldiers immediately line up to die.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...I suppose we have more pressing matters to which we must first attend.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron's blade is bound up by parrying of the swordsman in front of him, thus he has no way to stop the bullets. He shifts as much as possible, trying to avoid them, but one tears into his right arm and he growls. He needs some time. Armored or not, Auron's metal-plated boot planted squarely in the crotch of one of the swordsman is likely to hurt. With that swordsman temporarily out of the equation, he bodychecks the other from behind his sword, and then reaches in his robe.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    What he draws from it is a yellow gem that seems to crackle with electricity. This he holds in his free hand for a moment, channeling energy into it. And then he lobs it in the direction of the enemy soldiers. It's a Lightning Gem, so it's likely to cause a fair bit of damage.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    He manages to catch the argument between Zalbaag and Wiegraf, though it's a discussion he'll have to wait to think about. Because there are still enemies!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:307|Allyn (307)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Allyn continues to use his confusion tactics against soldiers but is caught in fox form by some of the fire spell, he lets out a loud YIP! as his tail gets singed and he backs off some, panting heavily. He's reaching his limit as he's collected new injuries and the ones that had been tended from the previous battle and still fresh have reopened. He finds himself wishing he knew some scarier forms to take on, it'd make this go much faster.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Once he has taken out, or driven off the last of the soldiers that had targetted him though, he growls deeply from overtaxing himself and collapses to the ground, shimmering once more the lion form reverting to his true form a young human man as consiousness slips from him.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe is keeping them all focused on them but she is frozen in place she could not stop them forever she's got her blae out however as she attempsto break free, it however leaves the Iron Lily quite open to being attacked she's still dangerous and and seems to be trying to ready a spell on her own.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Archadian soldier that Auron kicks in the jimmies reacts about as well as you'd think one might, clutching at his leather pants and falling to his knees as his legs gives way. The bullets fired upon the legendary guardian of Spira ricohet harmlessly off of his sword and the bodychecked soldier goes skidding. What's left of the soldiers in his immediate vicinity, mostly the riflemen, eat the burst of lightning that explodes forth from that gem and fall about on the cobblestone twitching and disarmed. So much for that lot, but there's still entirely too many more nearby...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Allyn finally gets his reprieve as, after taking down the last of the soldiers immediately surrounding him, any who may have thought to seize on the unconscious boy are swiftly deterred by a barrage of Corpse Brigade arrows. One of the Brigade's female White Mages, a blonde girl with heterochromatic eyes wearing tattered grey cloth, runs out to drag him off the street so she can administer magical healing.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Suddenly, amidst all of this fighting, a deep, resounding, war horn bellows in the night air... and everyone wearing Archadian armor freezes in their tracks. It wouldn't be long before the sight of an entourage moving down the street, from the direction of that horn, would become apparent. At the head of the entourage is a man wearing much bulkier armor than the rest. Colored ebon and gold, with layers and layers of ornate complexity, his armor is far more detailed - marking him a very important man. His helm bears some features of a crown, and not a single detail of his human face can be seen through the slit that barely passes for a visor. With dual swords strapped to his thighs, he takes his time making his way to the battlefield... his entourage following closely and flying the banner of Archadia as well as acting as his torch bearers.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He stops... not more than twenty feet or so from Auron. ... And he surveys everything quietly. ... &amp;quot;Quite the mess, this.&amp;quot; His head goes level again, his stare fixed on the burning carriage across the way. &amp;quot;...those who disrupt Archadian order, and make mockery of our laws are doomed to die by my hand.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He lets this threat hang for a moment, before continuing, &amp;quot;...but though I am wroth at the mess you all have made of my order, I am more so of this betrayal.&amp;quot; He looks in Zalbaag's direction, &amp;quot;...you were not summoned here. ... We will go quietly, and you will have your moment to breathe. But rest assured, regardless of the outcome tonight... House Solidor is not pleased. The Senate is already aware of this betrayal.&amp;quot; And with that, he turns to walk away again... expecting his men to follow. And he will leave too... if no one follows.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;    Auron sees Allyn go down, and curses. However, he also sees Tomoe get frozen, and his remaining eye narrows. He can't defend them both! Thankfully a woman Auron recognizes as a healer in this world is tending to Allyn. He looks to Tomoe, intending to go over and help her... and then there's a man standing near him to speak. Auron pauses, looks to the armored man. This is a man he doesn't recognize. He remains quiet as the man speaks to Zalbaag. And hopefully the soldiers start to disperse too.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;    That way he can go over to Tomoe and help her. It may require him to use one of the fire items he's carrying with him. As he works to free Tomoe, he looks in Zalbaag's direction. &amp;quot;...Who was that?&amp;quot; he inquires. Clearly he's not Ivalician, so it might not be too strange for him not to know.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tomoe seems to have come to near the end of the fight at this point she's frozen in place still. She feels the cold she feels some pain but it's like an echo. It's enough to wonder about how real it is but the fallen from the fight are a cold testament to the reality of the situation. The Iron Lily will be able to recover soon enough but this world is like some twisted mirror of part of her own world's past. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The more she thinks about it as Auron helps to get her free of the ice it doesn't take too long to get her free. With a crack the ice is finally free and she looks over to Auron.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Thank you for your help. That man? I have no Idea to whom he is I'm afraid.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Maybe there's be something in the Union's databanks she's been running fraps like she does on any operation with the Union. It's proven to be very useful to recall things for later. Also to have an unbiased record of what she was up to was quite useful to her.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;She stretches a bit muttering something to her self as she looks to see that everything seems to be over with for the moment. Still those thoughts of it being much like the middle ages and resistance in her own world, can not be quieted there are just too many things in common, that she's noticed. The real question of the matter is, does it matter ? The causes of the fighting however seem to be the same on any world, power, control, the oppressed trying to fight back and the oppressors themselves were all doing the game of Kings here.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;We better get going if there's no more good we can do here, Auron. I'm starting to wonder just how much use I'm going to be with this problem.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''{{#var:129|Ultima (129)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Zalbaag's right eye twitches in muted anger as the Archadian leader speaks to him, even grasping the hilt of his sword tight enough to strangle a man, but visibly he does not respond. Once the armored man walks away, he only lifts his blade to sheath it and thrusts it inside again forcefully. To Auron he replies, after a few muted seconds standing before that still burning carriage, &amp;quot;...Judge Magister Bergan. One of House Solidor's Elite Guard, and effective General of the Archadian Imperial Army. ... Or one of them.&amp;quot; Finally stirring from his stupor, he lifts his eyes long enough to add, &amp;quot;...You have my deepest gratitudes, all of you.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He glares in Wiegraf's direction, &amp;quot;...most of you.&amp;quot; before walking off. One of the Order soldiers calls after him, &amp;quot;...sir, what of the rebels?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...Leave them for now, they're dead men anyroad.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Wiegraf himself does not verbally reply, nor attempt to finish what Zalbaag started with his earlier comment about killing him. He merely addresses his own soldiers, &amp;quot;...tend to the wounded, check on the civilians and see that none were harmed. For every man, woman, or child injured or dead tonight we'll repay Archadia threefold.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;His brown eyes flit toward Auron and Tomoe, however, and his hands come to rest on hips... &amp;quot;...if you two require healing, or rest... we can surely help you find it. If you require transport, we can provide also. Our assets are meager, but we are generous as we must be.&amp;quot; He turns to stare down the dimly lit road, in the direction Bergan came from. &amp;quot;...But I do suggest you leave swiftly. There's a storm coming.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He spends perhaps a moment too long eyeing Tomoe, perhaps out of curiousity for her mechanical nature, before he turns to walk away.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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