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Susan Williams

" Will I ever change?"

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a character in “The Twelve Guardians”, as played by Slendyman

Description

Susan Williams
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Role: Rebel 1

Gender: Female
Title(s)/Alias(es): Energetic Thief, Selfish Being, The Storm.
Age: 19
Race: Human
Love Interest: " Don't ask me such... observed things!" None at the moment.
Password: The Shining and most of Stephen King's books.





Preferred Clothing: Susan has no preferred clothing, although she does like simple shorts and a shirt. She has grown to take in any clothing she can find, luxury isn't in her mind set; although she longs for it, she learns to deal with what she has till she can grab something better. However, this is the clothing she currently wears.

Height: 5'3''
Weight: 120
Hair Color: Light Brown Hair.
Eye Color: Golden or Yellow.



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Personality: Susan has always been a perky kid from the day of her birth, always running about having fun without a care in the world. Always playing with the other boys around the village, so often they thought of her as one of the guys. Although Susan wasn't the type of girl to sit in and act petite, she was a bit bothered by not being seen as girl. Susan may act as though she does not care for those cute little stuff toys or frilly outfits, but she holds a bit of a girlish side to her. Moving on, Susan is often portrayed as a stubborn girl and she indeed is. She hates admitting she is wrong and won't tolerate her opinion being opposed by some one else. It takes a lot to settle her down when she is frustrated and often won't back down unless she know she NEEDS to. She can also get quite flustered up when some one notices her underdeveloped body, she is quite sensitive about it and it often leads her to envy a lot of beautiful women.

Susan can quite friendly towards plenty of people and a bit teasing at time, even if you do pose a threat, she won't be afraid to crack in a friendly remark. Although she is generally friendly to others, it's hard for her to really let anyone get too close to her; not out of fear for herself, but for them. Susan knows well how selfish she can be and wishes not to risk hurting that person like she has in the past. It will often be hard for her to really stay loyal to some one due to her knowing well if her life is in jeopardy, she will bolt or use them to escape without harm. Yes, she can indeed be a coward, she is scared of death.

Despite her fear of death, she enjoys living an adventurous life of a thief. She is quite greedy and has always dreamed of living in luxury, she often envies the rich, especially the king. Running about and taking the riches of others doesn't often have her feel guilty. She has yet to be caught, due to her making sure her face is not seen so she will be able to walk about in public. Although she is physically tough, her immune system in generally not as tough. Causing her to often get colds and even at times full fledged sick; she hates it and normally either tries to stick it out, or steal medicine.

Oddities: She has always had a strange habit of puffing out her cheeks when she is frustrated or embarrassed, some may find this quite funny, while others may find it adorable.

Likes:
    â˜ē Storms
    â˜ē Stealing
    â˜ē Money
    â˜ē Summer
    â˜ē Friendly Chatter

Dislikes:
    ☚ Being Sick
    ☚ Being a Coward at times
    ☚ The Cold
    ☚ Being Wrong
    ☚ Being Scolded

Hobbies:
    ❤ Stealing- It's been something she has been doing for years.
    ❤ Messing about with her Abilities.- She enjoys experimenting with them and seeing how far she can go.
    ❤ Conversations- Susan has always been the social type, chatting with the elders or with the kids around Winterfall.


Fears/Phobia(s):
  • Dying
  • Hurting Others
  • Being held by law
  • Being Trapped


Reason(s) why you want to kill/take over the kingdom:

Law- Susan has never liked the idea of being chained by law, she follows her own morals and rules. She does not enjoy orders and she does hold respect for the goody toe shoes of the world.

Envy- She envies the kingdom, their riches, their wealth, their lack of worry of starving. She wants it all, her greed is something to watch out for. Although Susan does not like to kill anyone unless self defense wise, she does often wonder what it may be like to take over the kingdom and live in it's riches.


How loyal are you to the king: Hardly, she doesn't enjoy being leashed and that's how she feels if she were to follow the law; she hates being chained down. Although she knows the law is there to avoid chaos, she feels some one the laws are too strict and pointless. Although she hates being ordered around, if there is money involved...



Skills/Talents:

-Stealth- One of her most talented aspects, she can manage to move out or into an area without detection if she is careful. This aspect of her is normally used when she is stealing and also helping her with pick pocketing.

-Quick on her feet- There have been plenty of situations where Susan had to been quick to react, especially when the occasion of her getting caught stealing appears. Fast reactions and fast thinking can save a persons life.

-Memory- Although she isn't the most educated of souls, she is able to take in vast amounts of knowledge; but only the information she finds useful. The information she normally finds useful at all is normally used to blackmail or information she can sell for money.

Preferred Weapon(s): Two simple curved daggers, the two companions that sit on each side of her belt.

Power: Electricity

Abilities: Susan has the ability to manipulate electricity, this ability arrived to her at the age of 12 and has become quite useful in the years. Although it's not just quite as powerful to blow down a house, it can cause some issues in a battle.
Some of the ways she is able to use it are:

Conducting electricity around her blades, she attempts to attack her for physically with them. The metal on the blades causing the charge to be much more powerful.

When hand to hand, Susan is capable of sending a kind of shock through ones body. Of course unless they are wearing much metal armor, this will normally just cause some slight paralyzation; either enough to get a quick hit off or as it usually is used, to get away.

Much like a bolt of lightning, Susan is capable of firing bolts towards her enemy and often causing some havoc around the surrounding area.

As a sort of defense, she is capable of shielding her self with an electrical charge. In basic terms, touch her and the current will hit you, of course she may still be punched or injured; but not without a price you must pay.

Limitations: Although she is able to conduct electricity, it is often not too powerful unless she has some sort of metal item with her such as her blades. Electricity tends to have a stronger current when metal in the situation or ever water, so in basic terms if you are dry and she is out of reach of anything metal; then she can't do much to harm you but perhaps paralyze you for a few seconds to get away. Although she can take a hit, if you manage to get the poor girl sick and battle her then, you have basically won the battle. Her immune system isn't tough and it easy for her to catch a cold, causing her abilities to be weaker.



Personal History: Susan was born in small village out near Winterfall and was raised much like a farmers child. She would often play outside with the boys, taking no interest in spending the day with her mother like most girls seemed to do. Always getting dirty and getting scolded for causing some chaos within the village. She was quite the adventurous type and she had a big imagination like most children did, of course she acted a bit masculine; she still had the little girl dream of becoming a princess and having her prince charming take her away into a big castle. Yes she was quite the greedy little child, always wanting some money or earning it by helping one of the elders in their chores.

Once the war began though when she was 12, much of her peaceful life changed. Her family ended up moving into Winterfall to take refuge, finding it much safer there then in their village with no protection. Though the city was hit quite hard and wars kept coming, eventually her mother died of disease and her father died in the war, promised money if he had come back victorious. Susan was placed in an orphanage and ended up taking on some bad habits since the orphanage had some trouble feeding all of their children. She ended up leaving the rotted place and joining a group of child thieves. They took care of another and pulled together their money to buy some nice little things here and there, they all had a dream though. To one day live in luxury with all the money they stole and earned, to be the richest beings in the world!

A year had passed by and slowly the group began to notice that Susan may hold some magical abilities to her, of course this just made them arrogant and often used her as their main "weapon". Of course Susan didn't mind, she felt highly respected and in power, but their came a day when the group tried to steal from a drunk solider who had his own little ability. They messed up, they were caught and Susan realized this would end badly if they didn't get away. As if instinct, Susan darted, leaving the others to whatever had happened to them; but she has yet to see them again.

It was from there on she first felt the guilt of leaving them behind, she was so worried about herself she didn't even think of them. It was then she tried not to get too close to others, she didn't want to hurt anyone, but at times it would still happen out of her sheer greed and cowardliness. Susan became quite revolved around herself growing up, looking after her own and becoming envious of those with more then her, promising one day she would be richer then the king himself. It was all about the money, what she never had young, she wanted the most. There is word around Winterfall about the thief, but they don't seem to know who they may be, only that they hold quite a shocking power. Now Susan lurks about, slowly gathering her money and making it towards her dream, never wanting to be chained by the King's laws or anyone's, but her own. It was her playground and she wanted it to stay that way, but her greed may lead to her demise, but perhaps she may find some good in herself if she meets the right people.


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Susan Williams's Story

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Susan Williams ~ Snowflake City


It was another day, a beautiful one though. The skies seemed to lack clouds, on appearing every so often to show it's greetings. It was warm, the sunlight beating against the many buildings of Snowflake City; what an odd name. You would expect it to be freezing cold, but this country experience all the seasons, it is indeed a nice place to live. That was why a thief lurked around in this city, it not only had great weather, but riches to be taken. Lucky for her, she has managed to hide her identity, this girl would be Susan Williams.

She walked on the busy stone streets of the city, peeking at the shops every now and then as she ate her breakfast; an apple. Of course she hadn't payed for the apple, she managed to swipe one earlier in the morning when one of the shop keepers were setting up their produce. His apples always seemed to be the best in the city, she really should ask him where he gets them. Taking a bite from the red apple that glistened under the sun, she passed by two men chatting away about some guardians that were to arrive at the kingdom. She had heard much news of them, she didn't like them not one bit. The king would have made sure they were much stronger then his silly soldiers, which meant she had to be careful about who is around when whatever goods she decides to take. Though a challenge would be fun, guards would often get boring after awhile when they did catch her taking something. Susan made sure to cover her attire and face when she was "working". The last thing she would want was to not be able to walk the streets in peace.

Susan had stopped by another produce shop, the shopkeeper here sold delicious carrots and was run by a woman by the name of Mary. She would often drop by to chat with her, she was quite the sweet type and Susan has never really stolen from her due to them having a small friendship; that and Mary was undergoing debt. " Susan! Good morning, I see you bought one of Mr. Norman's apples. I'm surprised you got one, they sell out quickly at times; I guess today is a slow day for him?" she said in concern manner. " I have my ways." she smiled, but it was broken by a small cough. " Now don't get sick on me..." Mary stared at her with her concerned blue eyes. " Just a cough, it takes more then that to get to me." she chuckled, taking another bite from her apple. In fact sickness easily brought her down, she had hope that small cough wouldn't bare signs of her getting another cold.

" Louis! You didn't!"

The yell of happiness came from across the street, it was a woman receiving a silver necklace with a amethyst in it's center. The two embraced another happily, Susan simply stared at the two; envious...
Not of their lover, but of the gift the woman received, she wanted it. ' I wi-' her thought was broken by Mary's interruption . " Oh my, Alice is quite lucky." Susan looked over to her " Was that her husband?" Mary nodded, she had a slight envious look to her as well, but Susan knew it was for the love of a man. She was quite surprised no one had even attempted to propose to Mary, she wasn't plain; that was for sure. She held long curly blond locks and stunning blue eyes, her skin was a bit rough, but it just showed she was a hard working woman. Susan glanced over to her " He must be wealthy to have managed to get such jewelry." she was hoping for Mary to reply on this one, perhaps give her some more information on the couple.

" Their no royals, but he does work in the kingdom as a cook. I can see why they hired him, not many great cooks get the opportunity to cook for the king." ' Probably out of fear they may poison him..' she thought to herself. " Their home though isn't much different to mine though, it's very simple; Alice always liked simple. They live about one street down from mine, so I see them almost every morning."

'Bingo'

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Jea Ledera ~ Rooftop Near The Castle Gates


The brush moved fluidly across the canvas with a skilled hand and genius many don't have the pleasure of seeing. The morning of Winterfall was always a most beautiful time of day to paint...along with it's evenings, noons, twilight, and nights. Jea was a woman going over 60 but not even age could affect her bright smile and natural beauty that flared when her greying brown hair blew in the wind despite the worn wrinkles that riddled her eyes. She'd always love to sit atop her house during the mornings and paint the wonderful scenery that would always emerge. By no means would she ever call herself a famous painter. Life as a painter was indeed a difficult venture, one that brought in little money if they couldn't market themselves to royalty or nobles, and Jea was such a painter. She'd marry a man whom she never loved in the first place to avoid being thrown in the streets, forced to live as a beggar, and give up her aspirations of creating art.

How she survived years living with an ill-drunkard husband she didn't know. Now she just thrived in his death and did her part for the future. No sunset or Winterfall kingdom was on the canvas today though. She had a mission today. Portraits of each entrant that got past the gates to the castle were painted on these canvasses. On one, there was a tall young man with hair that fell down to his cheek, sucking on a piece of candy, an amusing piece indeed, while on another was a blossoming woman with long silver-blond hair that ran down all the way to her back, The Oracle Of Winterfall. Jea took her time with her portrait, making sure every detail was right, hoping deep down she could be sympathetic with Legion.

The time it took to make her face right took it's toll in the next portrait for the taller woman who held a significant tan as it was obviously hasty and not as clearly drawn. It was imperative that she'd get the face right but she was afraid she'd might mess up the details that were right about it. Gorrister told her not to worry about dresses and attire; just to get the face right.


Gorrister ~ Graveyard to Alleyway

It wasn't long before the sunlight attacked the goblin's eyes; forcing him to open them and look to the tombstone in his left and then the one to his right. He cursed himself again and again until his words felt numb and battered. So close. He was so close to ending it all and storming the castle with his followers; to put an end to the rule of kings. By no way was it even Gorrister's fault. How could the soldier have seen the ballista wasn't the problem, the fact that he got skewered by throwing himself in the way for the lineage of nobles and royalty to continue ruling their lives, was truly saddening.

At the time, Gorrister was both angry and wrought with guilt over the outcome that happened, but he managed to stay away that feeling. Keep a calm demeanor until Night arrived, cancelling the attack, and calling for the artist, Jea, to keep track of who goes in and out the castle gates.

The graveyard felt like a proper place to sleep.

It still feels like a proper place but the goblin knew he had to get over this. He had people relying on him and he couldn't afford to mope around the death of an innocent. It wasn't the death of an innocent. He was a soldier. Soldiers die. He lied to himself. He secretly knew that he didn't have to die, that he didn't raise his sword first and tried to cut him too, that he just layed on the floor, in a pool of his own blood. Yet the lie was comforting enough to stand up. Not many people visited graveyards in the morning or at night; but he still took the precaution of getting a cloak.

When he finally get up and stretched his body, he figured out that he was still right on that night, that his drive to pull daring escapes from the guards if they ever saw him, abandoned him then and still abandoned him now. He kept his hood low and looked at the tombstones in the distance. It would be impossible to find the man he inadvertently killed especially since he didn't even know his name and probably wasn't even buried yet. The massive crucifixes that jutted up from the ground mystified him and immediately captured his attention. He pressed his hand up against the cold stone to feel the courseness before pulling back, and turning around. He heaved a sigh and exited the Land of the Dead.

The goblin took his time with his walk, the sorrow slowly whittling away, perhaps maybe he was a little elated with some of his blood flowing again. It would made the task at hand easier; finding the perfect candidate. It has to be someone sane, so that made going to the beggars a little risky. Someone taller then Gorrister himself; which excluded children. No shop-keeps as they don't have the time, and in no way was he going to reward a noble. Someone in a good mood. He was unsure with the people that lay scattered here and there in Snowflake City as they all look like they're in dire need to go somewhere.

Then there was one woman with an ever-so-present smile on her face. Obviously he was taller then the goblin (but then who again wasn't) and her clothing suggested a steady stolen income as it wasn't tattered rags but cloth made for speed. The daggers on her hips didn't dissuade him as he knew with his dirty black cloak; he didn't need to worry about being stabbed and robbed. As she was walking towards him, Gorrister waited, putting his head down until she passed him, before he could walk beside her and ask her a question, a simple question anyone could answer.

"Would you like to fly?"

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Susan Williams ~ Snowflake City

Susan observed the couple for a bit longer as they conversed with another. Mary was chatting away about something that probably would of hardly held her interest even if she was listening. Enveloped in her own thoughts, she thought about the guardians for a moment and then back to her wants. She knew well the necklace would probably come in handy cash wise, or a use of causing some sort of chaos. She licked the corner of her mouth, a nasty greed in her eyes as she continued to observe the woman named Alice. Her husband seemed to have left the area, while she went about shopping around for some produce. ' That may just wor-'. Once again interrupted, she was snapped back into reality by Mary's question " Would you like a carrot? It's on the house." her smile welcoming.

" As much as I would love one, I'm afraid I'm a bit full." she rubbed the back of her head. " I guess apples fill me up in the morning quite quickly." Mary gave her an odd look, but laughed a bit. " Maybe that's why you are so skinny, alright well be safe. I will talk to you later then." Susan nodded and waved goodbye as she walked back into the streets, moving a bit quickly, trying to relocate Alice. After making her way through the crowd she finally found the black haired beauty shopping at the same shop she had stolen the apple from; it's core now laying on the ground after being eaten. Alice was grabbing the last of the apples he was selling, lucky her. Susan waited for a moment until she began moving again, this time making sure she would run right into her.

[b]"Ack!"
Alice had fallen back from the impact she made with Susan, Susan herself stumbling a bit as well. " I'm so sorry!" she quickly made her way over to the fallen lady, some of her produce now scattered about. " Oh no, I ran into you; my great apologis- aren't you Susan? A friend of Mary?" Susan pulled her up and began to collect the fallen produce before placing it back in the basket she had dropped as well. " Yes, Mary is a good friend of mine. We chat quite often in the morning, I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. I tend to space out at times, I guess I'm not aware of my surroundings as much as I would like to believe." She laughed softly. Alice extended her hand out for her basket " It's alright, I still believe I ran into you though, I should be the one apologizing."

Susan noticed her hand and shook her head " Allow me, it's the least I could do for causing you all this trouble." Alice smiled, her eyes practically spelled gullible. Susan didn't expect this to be so easy, though Mary did mention Alice did have quite the kind heart. " Thank you so much, I owe you one. " They began walking through the busy streets and headed to her home. ' The sweeter they are, the easier they are to fool.' she thought. " I saw a man give you a necklace of some sort? I'm surprised you aren't wearing it." Susan had took notice of this, she had hoped Alice knew there were plenty of pickpockets about; she didn't want to compete. " Yes, that was my husband. I suppose a lot of people saw didn't they? I wish he hadn't done it in public though, I don't want anyone getting ideas now." Alice replied.
"I know what you mean, especially on busy streets like that. Though, you aren't wearing it? If I received something like that I would want to wear it right away." Susan blushed " Ah...well, he wanted me to wear it on our honeymoon..." It got a bit quite after that, a slight awkward feel to the atmosphere arose. " Oh." Susan's eyes trailed off to the side. " Looks like we are here!" Alice sounded a bit nervous after what she had said, but she tried hard to break the awkwardness. " Come in and have some water, you must be thirsty after having to carry all that." she smiled down at Susan, she was maybe 2 inches taller then her. ' You're practically inviting a thief into your own home, do you trust everyone like this?' she thought as she entered the home. It was indeed quite simple as Mary had told her.

'Time to get to work.' Susan knew well the necklace would probably be in the basket under all her produce, since she was wearing a fairly simple dress. She had caught glimpse of it when she was placing the produce that had fallen to the ground back in it. It was a semi smart idea of her, but placing it on her neck would have been safer; but this woman is humble and wouldn't dare show off the treasure. ' Now to get her to leave the room.' " Don't worry about the water, it's quite alright." she said in humbled tone. Looking around the room while Alice was unloading the produce, she knew she had to think quickly. She caught eye around the corner in another room the rug, she glanced to Alice who had been looking the other way. Susan brought out one silver coin, a spark hitting the rug; enough to cause a small fire to begin. " Uhm, Alice...your rug?" Alice blinked, a bit confused, noticing Susan staring around the corner. She peeked over herself and scrambled over to put out the fire. Susan quickly made her way to the half way unloaded basket and pulled out the necklace and placed it into her own pocket and headed back over to where she had been standing before Alice left.

Alice seemed flustered up from the event " My, how could that have happened?" Susan shrugged " I must be going though, you have a great day and tell your husband I said hello." she walked out of the home, feeling quite accomplished 'That was easier then I expected, gullible women are the best'. A bright smile on her face, then she ran into an interesting little creature. A goblin who had stopped in front of her and asked an odd question " Would you like to fly?". Susan blinked, a bit suspicious of the creature. If she wanted to fly? She stared down at him for a moment, curious, but also cautious of him. " I suppose it would be interesting, why? Can you grow wings on my back?" she said jokingly.



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Gorrister took her words as a yes. As for the question about whether he could make her grow wings, the goblin answered frankly:
"Yes". He said on the dime and paused for a brief moment. "In a way. They could be your wings if only you spare a few moments of your time." In the middle of walking the goblin turned his head to a team of men rebuilding a half-broken house and rolled his eyes at the sight of their unknown shoddiness.

"Oh Gods." Gorrister said with dread as he stopped in his tracks to look with disbelief. Suddenly, he turned around, and started lecturing the one man on the ground on the proper way to build a house.
"First of all, where's the foundation? What're you gonna do when the rain comes and the house dips into the mud? And those support beams are too thin to hold a roof, thin enough to be a toothpick but not a beam, and where's the ceiling? It's like a floor but for the top and that's where the roof sits upon but most importantly where's the metal pole? What're you gonna do during a thunderstorm? Burn and die because the house will be on fire that's what."

He was a young man, perhaps 17, or 18, and he awkwardly shrank back at the small creature badgering him with advice.

The goblin turned back and returned to the woman's side once more after he got it out of his system. "Apologies for the disruption. I can't stand to see such terrible craftsmanship. I have a school so that this kind of horrid work can be avoided. It's actually a bit to the south of here and it's where we can see if you can fly or not." It wasn't a lie. Well, a half truth actually.
"I haven't properly introduced myself, have I?" He cracked a smile and looked up at the woman before walking towards the direction of the "school" once more.
"Gorrister is by far a popular name." The goblin said, clearing his throat, assured his first name wasn't as popular an alias as "The Goblin King" or "King of Legion" or something like that. He was sure she wouldn't know his name because he didn't recognize her as one of Legion. Unless of course he's forgotten a face.

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Susan Williams ~ Snowflake City

"In a way. They could be your wings if only you spare a few moments of your time." Susan raised a brow, obviously not expecting such an answer. Though this did indeed sound interesting, just as along as his version of "flying" was tossing her off a roof like some chicken. What was most interesting was the fact a goblin was standing in front of her without trying to hackle her of her cash or trying to "take her home". He seemed polite, well manner, as far as she knew. It was known that goblins were a bit of some trouble makers for the kingdom, but nothing serious. She watched as he lectured the men on their poorly job of house building. Half listening to him, she was a bit surprised how much he knew; she would have never known how difficult it could be to make houses.

Her hand moved to her pocket, reassuring the necklace she had stolen was still there; it was. She snickered a bit, not only to her success, but the goblin's scolding to the two men. Once he came back over he apologized and noted that he couldn't take such craftsmanship. She laughed softly " It's not a problem, sometimes to learn you have to beat the information in them; verbally...I mean." she held her smile as he went on to tell of a school he had and that would be the place she would be going to see if she could fly. "Gorrister is by far a popular name." " It's a pleasure to meet you sir." Susan refrained from mentioning her name, it would be best to keep that information till later. Though his name did sound quite familiar, perhaps she heard the name around town? Perhaps not, it wasn't like her to not know this information. " As much as I'm excited to be able to sore through the sky, you must realize how odd this sounds correct?" she walked beside the goblin. " In a way it sounds a bit...suspicious. How exactly do you plan for me to fly?" Although Susan didn't want to get into too much trouble, she couldn't help but be a bit curious of this whole flying matter.

For a moment Susan stared behind her from the corner of her eyes, she wanted to make sure no one was following the two. " I must say, today has been some decent weather. I also heard the guardians for the king were arriving today." she walked calmly beside the goblin as she observed him a bit further. He didn't look as if he held anything too valuable, perhaps some money on him; but perhaps stealing from the person whom may give her wings was a bad idea. She drifted off in the thoughts of the kingdom, the riches, the polished floors. Susan hoped there would come a day where the kingdom would celebrate...ANYTHING; just so she could grab some riches. However, that was more of wish then a dream to come true.

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The guardians! So that was who the King was supposed to meet with on this fateful day. What a coward; to have more people to throw in the way of his imminent death. He had heard from word of mouth of his own followers that guardians were subject to strange powers but for now he was grateful that he sent the artist over to sketch all who were past the gates. The paintings would serve useful in pinpointing who they were among the masses. Already he had the upper edge!

Gorrister had a ghost of a frown on his face as she refused to give her name when he introduced his. She may have been cautious and still has that right to be; luckily she either didn't know what his name was or knew it and stood with his values. Leaning towards the first thought, the goblin thought it would be appropriate to answer her concern, if not she'd have probably thought he'd be a liar. "Well, some people use magic, some use imagination-" He said with finger quotes and an obvious sarcasm. "-but I have a much simpler method." Gorrister proclaimed, about to give her his theory as they walked towards one of his headquarters.

"If I were to swing my hand as thus-"The goblin did, flailing one arm side to side as an example. "I could feel the air rush against my hand, arm and fingers. Now if I just get my hand and fan myself as such-" Gorrister did, much like a lady would in the intense heat of summer, for comedic effect. "-I could both feel and hear the air that I'm pushing from my hand with my ear. If you wish, try it for yourself." The goblin paused for a moment to see if she was going to do this for herself and looked around to see their surroundings were poorer and less crowded. They were in the poor district of the town and Gorrister could see one of his headquarters in the distance. There were six in the kingdom of Winterfall, two in snowflake city, four outside the capital, and a newly established area in Teardrop Forest, where multiple traps were employed around it to keep it safe from the curious animals, monstrocities, and curious adventurers.

Now when birds flap their wings, they push the air down, and raise themselves up." He noted as he approached the "school." It was a large building that spanned five stories tall, not jutting out, as oddly enough to the unknown eye in an area like this, all of the buildings spanned three or four stories tall. Almost as if they were intentionally built like that. The "school" looked to be an old homely building made of wood but the only thing that shown it's true nature where the hinges, if someone were to peek at the small gap to the side, would notice they were new, as well as the door itself. The goblin knocked on the door with the back of his hand and waited.
"Who is it?" A woman said from the other side as an eye appeared through the peekhole.
"The eye of the beholder holds the key to freedom." Gorrister said, hands behind his back.
"What're you talking about? Go away!" The woman said at once, sounding infuriated. The goblin waited ten full seconds before he heard the clicks of locks and entered freely inside. The woman inside must have been in her 30's while she showcased a stout body and a motherly bosom, following behind the pair with long black hair strutting behind her. "And this is the lobby." Gorrister said, most likely prolonging The first floor was designed like a bar but instead of drinking, people were looking down at maps, discussing amongst one another, until their heads went up momentarily to greet Gorrister and he passed by them who greeted them back. Noticeably, they all had either a sword or dagger and a crossbow by their sides.

By the time he got to the stairs, a small crowd consisting of four people followed him, the stout woman included, made the walk up claustrophobic.
"Gorrister, the spring loaded crossbows keep melting."
"Sir, there is a shortage of food in the kitchen."
"The smith had his arm broken two days ago, Sir."
"We need more wood and medicine, Gorrister."

The goblin still held face but can feel his pointy ears heat up as he tried to satisfy each problem.
"What's wrong with the springs?" "They keep melting after a few shots." "Melting? Are we still using tin springs?" "They're the cheapest metal we could afford." "Gods! find and use iron, steel, if they can't be found use copper and any other alloy." Then the engineer left.
"Food...food. Check the second resting house on the other side of Snowflake City. They'll most likely have a surplus of food and would be more then willing to share some, Leanne." The stout woman then left.
"John had his arm broken and you didn't tell me sooner? Well, check with Reas, he lives in the brown house with a odd-looking roof, a few houses to the left. Send a doctor over." The middle-aged man nodded and then went back down the stairs.
"Don't worry about wood and medicine. The supplies from Teardrop forest are coming in the afternoon through the new proxy, that general shop owner in the square...Henry or something. Make sure to check-up on John, alright Phillip?" "No problem, Gorrister."

A sigh of relief was released as soon as the doctor left and he looked back up at his guest; rather surprised he hadn't lost her yet. "It get's a little busy here, as you can imagine." He noted as they still climbed up the stairs until they reached the top. The top floor has filled with corriders, which granted the goblin to speak a bit before he could get to his room. "The second and third floor are the classrooms. Feel free to drop by and attend a class if you're interested." They stopped in front of a wooden door, hastily painted in white, and in large capital letters, KNOCK was written on it. Confidently enough, he twisted the handle, and strode confidently in his own room which looked like a modest inn's save except for the copious amounts of paper strewn apart, hanging from walls, the desk, and such with either designs of siege weapons, regular weapons, and buildings on them, or his own personal musings. The only thing that seemed odd in the room was the collection of flasks that were on his desk and the various collection of powders in vials he had received from an alchemist, now put in a stand. "Watch your head." Gorrister joked, referring to the high hanging battering ram from the ceiling that would ram an intruder if he/she tried to burst in his chambers while he was in it or if they used the same door to escape.

"Let's see...I'm pretty sure it's around here somewhere." The goblin said, rummaging through the papers, inventions, and such. "Now, where was I before on this flying subject?"