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Vanessa

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a character in “Collapsing Mana”, as played by Fabricator

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People have always been remembered for what others say of them, and usually it is their failures which remain. I don’t put much stock in what other people say and even if I’m not remembered for them I know my successes will outlast them all.





The Basics


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⌈Name⌋
Vanessa Runehammer

⌈Nickname(s)⌋
Gildin, The Fire Fire Smith, Flame of Mahal, Ness, Nessa. You can also try Nessie if you want punched. Hard.

⌈Age⌋
111, though she looks to be in her mid twenties.

⌈Race⌋

Gensai (secretly a dwarf)

⌈Gender⌋

Female

⌈Sexuality⌋

Heterosexual

⌈Appearance⌋

Vanessa was raised working the forge with her father and after almost a full century of hard work have hammered and tempered her body into a prime example of the results of hard work. Due to standing well over the heads of her kin by easily two foot or more at 6’4” she is rarely described as stocky but rather a more slender build with ample curves to her frame. Her skin is pale and smooth, giving the appearance of being polished marble that is warm to the touch. Her face is beautiful but with a single scar across her lips from a hunting expedition in the wild lands below the mountain. While others beyond the dwarven clans may have a use for cosmetics to enhance their beauty Vanessa has little need nor desire for such things to enhance her natural look as she doesn’t put much stock in looks but rather what you’re capable of. Her hair is a dark red with lighter streaks throughout and hangs down around her shoulders, framing her face perfectly save when she ties it behind her. Her eyes are a sharp and piercing grey flecked with faint specks of orange, though when she brings forth fire the orange spreads and her entire eyes become bring orange with red pupils as if on fire.
Vanessa usually wears light armour or working clothes due to her life in the forge and due to her design the two are one and the same so she is defended at the forge should she need it, even though her father said she was being over prepared. Over this she has a full suit of leathered chainmail and platemail sections that form her complete armour.
She has two short swords sheathed above the curve of her arse that she can draw backhanded, as well as two larger swords across her back.



Inner Mechanisms


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⌈Personality⌋

Vanessa is a somewhat singularly minded girl, in that she can become obsessed with something to the exclusion of all others. But at the same time she can become quite manic and dart between a dozen things in as many seconds as her interest flits back and forth due to discovering something new. A no-nonsense girl she rarely tailors her words to spare feelings or lessen the blow of her observations, primarily as she’s had very little cause to learn such during the rare times she had dealings with other people. While she is very loyal to her family she doesn’t have much of a view on those beyond that save her wolf and creations; this has resulted in her placing a greater value on the existence of her wolf and the things she makes or indeed the work of any great artifice than she does on other humanoids.

⌈Likes⌋

♄ Storms, thunder and lightning
♄ Sound of rain and wind
♄ Fire and the sun
♄ Working materials with fire and heat
♄ Reading
♄ Walking

⌈Dislikes⌋

✖ Being different
✖ Water. Very Much So. This includes seafood and fish in general.
✖ Idiocy
✖ A lack of skill or understanding of the world
✖ Unsolvable problems
✖ Un-attainable knowledge or understanding
✖ Heights, and or being disconnected from the ground



Combat


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⌈Equipment and Personal Objects⌋

Moralltach The Flame Bladed This weapon is fearsome to behold, a sword made of tempered adamantine and shaped to have a undulating blade that has given it the look of being on fire, though whether it is simply a trick of the metal or actuality Is unknown. The blade itself is easily described as a BihĂ€nder with a The name given blade means “Great Fury” due to the length of the sword being 5’5” in total, and 10” of that belonging to the hilt alone.

Beagalltach, The Hunters A pair of small thin shortswords made of a tempered alloy to create strong but lightweight blades. While inferior to a blade of pure adamantine these 2 feet long swords are still deadly and much easier to manoeuvre in close quarters than their larger brother is. The name given the pair of blades means “Little Fury”

Narya A sword her Fathers forged her as a gift when she came of age. This longsword was forged from Adamantine with a heart of living fire beating at its core, its surface covered in simple runes and marks of strength and focus If the sword truly contains fire or it is simply a trick of the design is a mystery only Vanessa’s father knows, though it does seem to glow as if in the heat of the forge when she wields it.

Armour Vanessa’s armour is essentially a double layer of heavier plates over a lighter leather suit. The basic clothes are hard wearing and tough enough to be able to withstand heat and damage but with very little in the way of metal protection as they are more for everyday use and can deflect a glancing blow but very little for a direct hit. When the additional layers of leather padding are added along with mithril chainmail and engraved adamantine plate with gold engraving and trim however it becomes quite resistant. The armour itself is runed and marked with words of good fortune and good omen. It bears the marks of her family and her trade as well as intricate designs of her own making which primarily bear the sign of dragons or other aspects of fire. Many of the runes on her armour, especially those on her shoulders are well worn marks of protection against magic and harm; granting her resistance to magical attacks for a time till they are overwhelmed and must be re-empowered, however the amount they can absorb or deflect is dependent on what is used against them and how they deal with it. This means that If they absorb the magic they can put it to use in other ways whereas deflecting it is less mana consuming but grants nothing in return and can injure those around her.

Rune Stones A gift from her parents when she was very young, a set of rune carves stones consisting of precious gems and polished rocks which are used in the art of portent. While they may or may not actually foretell the future they are still a tool of meditation and guidance from her clan’s ancestors.

⌈Abilities⌋

Elemental Blood Vanessa is one of the last Gensai, descendants from the great primordial elementals that once thrived across the world. Her power is a barely perceptible shadow in comparison to her ancestors but is still potent in its own right. Her body changes with her emotions as her elemental heritage comes to fore, with her flesh becoming stronger as she maintains her calm and clarity but when her emotions become unchained in anger or rage her body begins to engulf itself in the fire that rages within her. For the most part this strikes a balance with the fire usually in favour but her body maintains it’s more earthly qualities while being wreathed in flames. Eventually her skin will break and crack as the fire becomes uncontrolled and the aftermath can be quite painful to mend and heal. However usually her hair or eyes will ignite as she channels her magic, allowing her to shroud her weapons or armour in flames, though this isn’t to say that any fire would have this effect on her skin. For example she can resist great temperatures and exposure to naked flames as well as being submerged in lava for prolonged periods of time. Also while it may very well be possible for her to develop this to the point where she can control fire and such as any mage she has either never tried to do so or has very little interest in it. Her control of fire is limited to her touch and her body only, but even then she is still trying to understand it’s extent.

Runesmith Her taught her the ancient language of the dwarven smiths, and the secrets hidden within. Words have power and if used correctly they are potent weapons. She is able to imbue weapons and armour with magical properties that are either permanent or temporary depending on the purpose and how much mana she puts into it. She knows a great deal of the runes and their purpose but some she is unable to make work for long or easily due to conflicting domains of influence or incompatibility. If assisted she could use other’s knowledge of magic to act as a source from which to craft a rune and imbue it with magic, though this would require more focus to make longer lasting but just as easy to create a timed or delayed activation.

⌈Strengths⌋

Vanessa is a master blacksmith by trade and has spent much of her life learning how to temper and shape almost every metal known to her kin.

Endurance While Vanessa may not be the swiftest of people she more than makes up for this in strength and determination. Her flesh as has been described looks akin to marble; this isn’t simply a metaphor even if many believe it to be so. When struck her skin takes on a hardness similar to that of marble for the duration of the impact. Her skin reacts quicker to blunt impacts than to slashing or piercing by solidifying and deflecting the impact; and due to the thickness of her armour it allows her body a moment or two longer to adjust to incoming injury.

Combat Prowess Something her father taught her was if you’re going to make something then you’d better know how to use it. And to this end he made sure that she was at least capable with every weapon or armour she could forge and knew there strength’s and weaknesses at a glance or at least after inspection. Her primary fighting though is based around swords as those were her favourite, though she made sure to master the use of hammers and axes as well to not dishonour Mahal. She learned basic archery and axe throwing but rarely makes use of them, same goes for polearms and such.

⌈Weaknesses⌋

Naïve Vanessa has led a relatively sheltered life and her understanding of other people is very basic. As such she can be quite trusting to a fault and always believes in others. However her view towards those who show an ‘interest’ in her tends to cause her to put her guard up slightly.

Aquaphobia While she can stand small amounts of water and rain she usually has to fight herself in order to maintain her composure. When needed for hygiene she can sometimes force herself to use water but more often than not will usually try to scour her body with heat instead. Due to her physiology she has trouble swimming and is much less buoyant than other humanoids and quite often sinks quickly.

Crafting Limitations Despite being an artist when it comes to her work and being able to imbue her weapons with powerful magic Vanessa’s knowledge of the wider ranges of magic is limited and focused primarily on fire based evocation. And for the most part she is only able to attune temporary enhancements to her work the form of runes from other schools, but her knowledge of said runes is small and she can only empower a few to maintain an almost permanent enchant. Despite this she is constantly seeking to expand her knowledge and improve her skill.

Magical Power Despite her natural abilities she does lack a more in the way of active magic, with most of her magic being in the form of runes and enchantment on her armour rather than being cast. This can be as much a strength as a weakness.



Background


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⌈Region⌋

The mountains of Xrek’Dhar are home to several of the largest clan holdings of the dwarves and deep beneath the southern range of those mountains lies the greatest city of their making. The hallowed halls of Barad-Dun have been home to these people for generations since the dwarves first carved out stone. The chambers beneath the earth are filled with fire and the glitter of gemstones which illuminate the beautiful artistic carvings and artwork that line the walls of the kingdom below the ice-capped mountains. The lakes that rest northwards of Xrek’Dhar are funnelled deep within, used to cool and feed the people and metals below, as well as to help them grow crops and such. The city itself may be below ground but it has entire swayves of land nestled among its peaks where sunlight touches the landscape allowing for farms to thrive above while different crops are tended below. The main focus of their kingdom is the forges of Barad-Dun, which stretch for hundreds of miles with thousands of dwarves working day and night to create the most wondrous of inventions and tools the world has ever seen.
From these forges have came new metals and minerals that those above have never heard of nor seen; great golems which stand 10 feet tall to protect and patrol their kingdom, weapons made of the strongest metals that cannot be bested, armour to shun any wound, yet this new metal that the humans have begun to work worries the dwarves. Something they do not understand nor know about is of great concern to them and thus they attend the meeting of people in order to decide what must be done. Because if there is one thing a dwarf understands is that nothing is invincible or indestructible, no matter how often they describe their own masterworks as such they all know the flaw that cracks the strongest metal or the hardest stone.
The dwarves themselves are a deeply religious and strong people, focused on their culture and family above all else. They revere the land around them as their Earth Mother, PalĂșrien and the fire that burns at her heart as their Father, Mahal the Maker. Their legends speak of these two and within the dwarven community many of their cities are formed of a duality with the natural world the crafted one with structures that the dwarves of build around existing landmarks or trees and plants grown around forges and rivers of fire.

⌈Relationships⌋

Vanessa was an only child so she never had any of the sibling rivalry that others may suffer or revel in, though she did have several cousins that tried their best to avoid her more as they got older, especially since she grew when they didn’t and towered over them.

Margus & Antera Runehammer - Vanessa’ parents, who are on the verge of reaching their middling age, have done everything they can to encourage and protect their daughter. Her father is the Forge-Lord of the Barad-Dun Mountains, and the master smith of the clans within its fortress. While her mother is a druidic priestess who helps to watch over the nurturing of the newborns within the city, as well as making sure that the people and plants below thrive in equal measure.

Kairos - A [url=http://i756.photobucket.com/albums/xx209/TheTerranFabricator/RolePlayGateway/Mana/f9b91b33ee5489c5c7fb9fa73a28c7f1_zpsf935e6da.jpg]creation[/Img] of Vanessa, that she created when she was in her early sixties; using a mechanical, clockwork powered construct to house a core made from a living fire elemental which has become bonded to her and refuses to leave her side.

Lycus – Her clandom is known for keeping and training various animals to serve them in many different ways but aged Dire Wolves, sometimes nicknamed earthborn wolves have always been one of the symbolic animals tied with their heritage with the earth, creatures as much a part of the land as the dwarves themselves and much longer lives than their smaller cousins. Vanessa’s father made sure that when she was learning to fight and forge that not long after studying both she learned to take care of her own. They’ve been almost inseparable for the better part of sixty years and like his mistress, Lycus is still in his prime.

Jortharm - The Iron Father. King of the Barad-Dun dwarven clans, and enemy to all who proclaim themselves king of any dwarf. Vanessa’s grandfather has ruled justly for over a thousand years and his father before him for thousands more back to the early days. Has become somewhat detached from events as time goes on.

Grygus - Her uncle (fathers younger brother) and currently next in the line of succession for the throne, currently whispers into the ear of the king.

⌈History⌋

WIP

So begins...

Vanessa's Story

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She sat, huddled against the roots of a tree with her arms wrapped around her knees. Her face streaked with tears while she tried her best to make sense of exactly what her father had tried to explain to her. If she was honest with herself she truly didn’t know what she was crying about or even why she’d decided to run. Maybe she just needed some time to herself to figure out
 well what exactly? Yes she may not be a dwarf but her father was still her father, wasn’t he? Were her tears for her real, no her real parents are her parents birth parents perhaps? As she began trying to make sense of what was barging through her head and greatly disrupting her logical view of the world her right hand fell slightly and began to caress to warm mane of her wolf, Lycus. A noise above her caused her to lift her head and stare up into the branches of the tree where Kairos was gingerly attempting to climb from one branch to another which brought a faint smile across her face as she paused in her reflection. For a moment she looked beyond the canopy of crisscrossing leaves and branches beyond her little creation and into the open sky. Her eyes lingered on the towering, snow-capped mountains with their clouds gathered around the peaks and the rising sun that had not long since escaped their grasp. Its beauty made her smile a little more, especially as her wolf picked that moment to nuzzle against her.

Stretching her shoulders a little she moved her arms and pushed her hands down onto the earth and tried to pull herself off the ground. As she did so the forest shook and echoed with a sound beyond unfamiliar for the girl. Time appeared to slow as she took in events around her, everything happening at a snail’s pace yet so much happening at once. The trees whipped a little at first and then their boughs began to ripple slightly as the bark cracked and broke, a harsh rush of air pouring through the forest. Dust filled the air and displaced earth ricocheted from branches. Vanessa felt herself lifted bodily as the ground below shifted, spinning through the air while Lycus roared and scrabbled against the roots and stones for purchase. However her attention was drawn to Kairos as he soared from his branches and past other trees before vanishing into the foliage. Her cry of panic was cut short as her head snapped back, her body crashing into a nearby tree. Her last recollection before darkness came was the site of something large and foreboding some distance away that seemed to dominate this part of the forest. As her vision faded and sleep finally took her, all she could think of was the smell of burning that had filled her nostrils when the displaced air had reached her.




The chamber echoed with a slow, but heavy sound. Rhythmic and somewhat hypnotising. At least that would have been the way that Margus would have described for the reason as to why he’d stood here for the better part of an hour in the warm glow of the many brazier’s around the room without moving a muscle. It was a marvel to watch his daughter work the forge, and this was her personal chamber, one he’d given her when she’d been very young due to her affinity with the fire and her inability to leave the forge regardless of whatever he or her mother would say. Her hair flickered above the flames, sparking like the metal beneath her hammerblows. Her eyes, bright and aglow with passion as she tooled the sword, shaping it, perfecting it. He looked around the room, his eyes alighting on several of the bookshelves and the cot made down by one of the rivers of molten metal that ran throughout the city, and through this chamber. At last he looked down slowly to see Kairos sitting on his foot; the small eight inch tall construct stared up, almost seeming to beam. As he chuckled at the sight of the little creature the spell seemed to shatter somewhat as Vanessa looked up and smiled at her father.

“Hail Oh mighty lord of the fire and forge.”

She put on a very serious expression as she spoke and bowed towards him, trying her best not to laugh at little at his dark reaction to her exaggerated gesture, even if it was more of a sarcastic reception than anything else.

“Ye quit that 'oh mighty lord' bollocks young lady or I’ll give ya a smacked arse. I’m not any o’them dammned titles, just your father.”

“As you say father. Though if you do need a stool I’ll be happy to provide you one.”
She chuckled and grinned.

“Shut ya face lass.”

He smiled and shook his head as he entered the chamber properly and began to walk around the edge admiring her work on the walls and benches.

“But nevermind, I’m here about this gatherin’ that we weren’t invited too
 Well I say not invited, perhaps told 'Don’t Dare Show Your Face' by wor favourite relative anyways. However we’ve been invited by the hosts and despite your uncle’s insistence that I not be going I will be. Though they’re still trying to make certain you don’t get invited as usual lass.”

“Uncle hates me doesn’t he? And Grandfather?”

“No
 well
 Not really
”

Her father sighed slightly, turning over a gemstone he’d picked up from one of the workbenches by the wall in his fingers for a moment.

“It’s not that they hate you, well your uncle perhaps girl. But your grandfather just be afraid o’ya, and your uncle has always been petty and idiotic at the best of times. You always were better with the Guardians than I was, but don’t let anyone hear me saying that or you’ll end up replacing me.”

Her father chuckled slightly but it was a little forced.

“I’ve decided that you’re coming with me because we’re taking fifty Guardians with us, the gathering requires ‘mediators’ who will keep the peace if nothing else and they have a few Guardians but not enough it seems. And I want them in perfect condition when we arrive. And because to hell with what the bastards think of you, my daughter isn’t something they can wipe away.”
She smiled brightly and lifted a couple of the stones from her pockets, watching as the gemstones glowed in the palm of her hand before pocketing them again.

“They’re simple really, through only as simple as we’ve made them father. They could be complex you know.”

And that he thought is exactly why they fear you. Too many good ideas that they can’t control.

“Perhaps but I’d rather they did what we need of them for now my little spark. Let’s get wor’selves ready as it’ll probably take the best part of a day to get there.”

As he left he saw the momentary flicker as her emotion washed over her features, simply saying what are you hiding, and he knew he’d have to tell her sooner or later and just wished that later wasn’t so close. But he’d promised himself he’d tell her and he’d rather she find out from him.




A few hours later they’d set out on the road down from the great dwarven citadel and on the route towards the gathering. They were flanked on either side by five guardians with a further twenty behind and in front. As they rode, with each astride their respective wolves, Vanessa could tell something was bothering her father since he’d spent the past hour or so in silence and the sound of fifty stone golems walking around them made sure to hammer home the point of awkward silence.

“Father, what’s wrong?”

“Look, I don’t want to have this discussion right now
”

“What? In the middle of a deserted road halfway down a mountainside surrounded by ten foot tall Guardians? Or is it just that it’s with me?”

He looked at her with a pained expression and ruffled his hands through his long beard while his eyes stared at her a little uncertain.

“Oh in name of Mahal why’s this so damn difficult. Right, I’m just going to get it over with. You’re not a dwarf, lass. You’re not one of us. That’s part of why everyone pulled back from ya when you were a bairn and why you uncle hates you.”

“But, but
 You’re a dwarf, and mum’s a dwarf
 so I should be a dwarf too? Stands to reason right?”

She smiled back at him thinking he must have clearly just gone mad and somewhat beaming at her simple logic. He buried his head in his hands for a moment before replying.

“Aye lass but
 well you’re me daughter, you’re my little spark and that’s no changing. But I’m not the one who brought you into the world as much I wish I was. I wanted to tell this all sooner but I hoped as you’d get older you’d grow out of it and we’d be ok but you didn’t."

“Grow out of what?”

“Well
 Growing essentially. But aye, when I was tending the forge it was filled with fire and all other fires in the city went out for almost a week
 A voice bid me take care of you. I don’t know who or what it was but it said you were one of the last of your kind and I was to protect you. That you were descended from the old ones, great elemental beings
 And well, we kept you a secret for a while and passed you off as our own. Said it was a blessing as my forge was the only one that worked during that darkness because of you.”

He shifted uneasily on his wolf, looking over at his daughter and wringing his hands a little before continuing.

“I’m sorry I never told you sooner but I’ve been worried what the news would do if everyone found out or that they found out first. I never told anyone but your mother about the voice and the fires but your uncle tried to take you away from us and I’ve worried he’d hurt you so I kept the truth from you. He believed you were a curse or something evil, ranted about demons and creatu--”

She was staring at her father in stotic silence as his words just became background noise now as she tried to make sense of what he was saying. Her head was almost swimming, she could feel tears in her eyes. Her voice had been mumbling throughout her father words, and was now growing

“No
 just
 Be silent, please. Please stop... I...I don't want to hear
Any of this...Just shut up!
I'm not your daughter!!
”


Turning her wolf suddenly to the side she cried out, causing the guardians to part before her, each tilting it’s head in what seemed to be respect as she rode past. In moments they’d reformed ranks trapping her father as she vanished into the forest. Her fathers pleas for her to return were lost on the wind.





She stirred groggily for a moment before jerking suddenly away from the wetness against her face. As she refocused it became clearer that it had simply been Lycus trying to wake her as best he could, reaching up to wipe away his slobber her hand came back lightly covered in red liquid. Blood. Feeling around her head she noticed she’d cut her forehead slightly as well as bruising herself lightly after impacting the tree, which itself had dented somewhat after the collision. The sound of whatever it was appearing in the distance had faded by now and for the most part of the dust had settled, however the faint burning was still apparent. Looking around she tried her best to assess matters and see if there was anything broken or lost. Besides the dents in her armour and the odd tear in the more cloth based parts of her clothing everything appeared in working order. Swords were still by her sides and their larger brothers were sheathed nearby as she’d laid them down when she reached this place earlier.

Standing up and gathering her equipment she was about to set off towards the disturbance when she realised that Kairos wasn’t there, causing her to be concerned for the little creature and turn back towards where she last remembered him heading. A few moments later she discovered the little construct imbedded in a small tree, its eye fuming furiously as it appeared the bark had locked him in place. Smiling and trying not to laugh at him she reached in and pulled apart the wood before prising him free. Now that she had everything she’d arrived with she began in earnest to head towards what was clearly a crashed vessel now that she’d made it closer, but that did beg the question of how a ship had managed to appear in the middle of a forest?

Her sword, Narya, drawn she edged around the wreckage, trying to discern something more about it before her mind clicked that perhaps this was one of those fabled ‘airships’ her father had mentioned as a foolish endeavour that would only lead to ruin for those idiotic to pursue it. Even so the ship intrigued her for its complexity to achieve something that was so obviously impossible and appealingly without the aid of magic, and so she began to search the crash site for more understanding. Perhaps there was someone here she could learn from?

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"I do hope the boy is alright, if we don't hear from him in a moment, I'll go get him. You wouldn't mind a wait of just a moment, would you?"

Alistair crossed his arms and rolled his eyes as if he'd expected some pointless action like that to arise from her. He'd much rather just leave the man behind to perish for being so spineless and then depart at once so they could secure food and water. At the very least, the man of gold knew that even he needed the basics to survive. More time spent here, looking for some cowardly man who'd probably died from fright on the way down, was simply going to make the task of surviving a bit more difficult to accomplish. At the very least, nothing was impossible for the glorious Alistair Archibald, so he wasn't worried he'd die, more that he'd just not have anyone to order around when she did.

"Make haste, woman. I shall lessen my pace, but not halt for such a foolish endeavor. If he didn't show up now, he probably simply died on impact or something." he replied, taking a steady pace as he set off to explore these new lands. Unfortunately neither the woman nor the missing boy had earned enough character points on Alistair Archibald to bring out the tsundere for him, so he didn't actually pause and look back. Hopefully, she would hurry up or she might get left 4 for dead.

So, as promised, the young man clad in obnoxiously flamboyant, shiny armor had disappeared around the corner of the ship's wreckage after quite a few seconds. In truth, he wanted to get a good look around the entirety of the ship in case there happened to be some hot spring paradise just behind it. Who knows? It would be a very shameful thing indeed if they'd just left it without ever being aware of the fact. And awareness is the key to victory, in everything. Which is probably why he was a bit irritated when he found out there was someone inspecting the site of the crash that he had yet to have seen before this instance. He wasn't aware there were any stowaways aboard his ship. Shh, don't say anything about that.

Instead of being intimidated by the fact that this woman towered over most, including himself, he narrowed his eyes in irritation and raised his voice to make himself clear that he wasn't happy. He, of course, spoke in Common, as it was the only language that really existed. He was also expecting a Common response. "I do not take kindly to people trespassing on my property. If you're the one that broke my ship, you'd best come clean, woman." Alistair didn't try to appear friendly in the slightest as he spoke from a distance of some feet away, even placing his hand on his sword to indicate his was ready to get it on like Donkey Kong force an answer at of her. The distance was enough that it would take a couple of seconds for a straight dash to reach the other, as it wasn't really possible to sneak up on someone accidentally with armor like his.

As he awaited a preferable response from the woman, he inspected her. Something seemed a bit off. If he had to name it, he'd say she looked a bit 'rough'. Her armor was obviously more practical and effective than his, though nowhere near as shiny, for what it's worth. He took note that she was abnormally tall for a Hume woman when he first laid eyes on her, but that didn't mean he didn't think it was odd. The fact that she almost looked like she was ready to take on an army confused him. What was the point in all this? She couldn't be some assassin sent to murder him, as who would ever want to do that? He was loved by everyone, he knew this as fact. Well, despite the gods above who might be jealous, but he wouldn't blame them for that. Not everybody could be as great as the one and only, Alistair Archibald, heir to the Archibald family. Although he caught himself digressing back to thoughts about himself, it would not be safe to say he wouldn't do it again. For now, at least, Alistair kept a suspicious eye on the woman.

He did not like something about her, well, besides what he normally disliked about everyone, that is.

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Oh, that's what it was. The thing about her that had given him a bad feeling was quite literally glaring him straight in the face and he almost missed it simply due to the fact it did not make since. That 'thing', of course, was a small.... contraption (as best he could put it because of no experience with a creature of the sort) that seemed to be alive, yet made of man. This was the first obvious thing about the woman that raised a real flag, with the second not making itself apparent until she had decided to speak.

“Aaye ettelĂ«a! Antolle ulua sulrim. Amin hiraetha, amin caelsinta en’llie kirya”

Alistair's grip on the hilt of his blade tightened. He might've simply just passed it off as a result of trauma due to a blow to the head during the crash, but the gibberish that she just worded was just too fluid. Whatever she had said, in whatever way she had said it was, using context clues, likely meant to be a greeting of some sort, perhaps even an answer to his question. That, or she just liked smiling, but people armed with more than a single weapon weren't usually the happy-go-lucky type. In either case, he didn't like it one bit. People needed to be clearly understandable when talking to him. He did not have time to waste on meaningless translation.

The woman turned her attention to the little thing that had made its way to her shoulder. Briefly, the two shared some form of very odd interaction before, suddenly, the woman hopped back and growled some more unintelligible words at him, taking an aggressive stance. Alistair, in turn, unsheathed his blade, prepared to strike her down if she became feral and, also, briefly wondered if she was someone who got lost outside the city and grew up out here. Though that wasn't really a possible conclusion as she looked fairly clean and well-off, rather than someone having to live off the land. Alistair nearly spoke (likely to voice a threat against her) but was cut off by the woman, who, following a few small steps and a lick of the lips Alistair had taken the wrong way, tried speaking, this time in a language he understood. Mostly.

”You. Are. A. Hume? Are. There. More. of you? Do. You speak Eldalie or Khuzdul?”

Visibly confused, the golden-haired man raised his equally golden eyebrows before speaking his typical, strong tone, his weapon still at the ready. "Yes. Of course I am Hume." he might've let a bit of irritation leak into his tone, but that's not something unexpected given the situation. Despite the feeling she wouldn't understand him given her strain to even complete a basic sentence, he continued. "There's only one Alistair Archibald. Don't bunch me up with peasants back there." he gave a slight glance over towards where the others were and that is how he decided to answer, considering he wasn't privy to whatever 'Eldalie' or 'Khuzdul' was, he didn't bother with them. He figured her knowledge of the language was limited and she'd just spoken words she wasn't sure of. That being said, he couldn't keep from stealing glances at that contraption. It was something he had yet to have seen before. There was a chance one may be helpful. Perhaps he needed one? Even he could recognize it wasn't something you could just throw together, you needed some form of smarts.

Hmm.....

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Raruna grinned wickedly at Alistair as he left her though he didn't see it. Turning back to the wrecked ship, she hoped that her new found friend was alright. After all, she still had a thousand adventures she wanted to kidnap him throughbring him with her on and enjoy the elation of running for their liveschecking out the scenery. So, Runa started back to the crashed air ship that she was more than a little saddened by it being crashed and probably unable to fly again.
As she started for the door that she'd come out of a little bit ago, she heard the strangest sounds. First to get her attention was a high pitched wailing sound somewhere off into the tree line that sounded a little bit too close for comfort and in the direction that Alistair had gone off to. Curiosity grabbed her and Runa abandoned her climb up to the door that she'd jumped out of earlier. Moving around the ship, she caught sight of Alistair's golden armor and a woman that was taller than himself. Not the one making those sounds though she mused lightly.

Runa was also surprised to note that there were others on the ship as she quickly strode over to Alistair and reached for her own weapon as Alistair reached for his. She was too far at the moment to know exactly what was going on but as she strode closer, she heard the woman's voice which did not speak in the same language her and Alistair were speaking. This was odd though. The woman drew her weapon though and said something a bit heavier, sharper and Raruna ran over, her own weapon drawn just as Alistair drew his.

The woman spoke in Common then, broken, but Common no less. As Raruna came to stand next to Alistair, her blade lifted up and a wicked grin on her lips, she took a step forward, putting herself a little bit ahead of the taller man decked out in golden, shiny armor she was seriously going to have to ask if she could at least just touch it sometime.... that shiny... The wailing was still going on and it was starting to draw Runa's attention.

"You just keeping finding all sorts of fun things, Alistair," Raruna commented lightly, her grin still on her lips as she watched the person in front of her. The woman sure looked hume, but the way she referred to Alistair as being hume made Runa think that the woman wasn't a hume at all. Strange... Wonder what kind of people we're going to be running into. What race is she then, if she's not hume? Runa's eyes dropped to the strange contraption on the woman's shoulder and an eyebrow lifted even more in curiosity.

Tilting her head, Runa glanced off into the tree's where the wailing was coming from. It was that sound that had first drawn her from going back into the ship in the first place and she was curious about it. Looking back to the strange woman that towered over Runa's small frame, she motioned her blade to the weapon the woman was holding, "Say, put that away and we can all be on our way, yes? Unless you'd like to take a chance with me," Runa laughed lightly, that wild light returning to her eyes as she watched the woman, then flicked her eyes back to the trees, "And that racket going on, is that one of yours? We certainly seemed to have taken more people than we thought on that short flight of ours, didn't we Alistair?"

Runa took another step forward as she waited for an answer, ready for just about anything at that moment.

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The shiny man in his golden armour looked somewhat annoyed by her question, a hint of irritation tinging his voice.

“Only one of you? So you’re alone aboard that?”

She asked quizzically, pointing with the tip of her sword towards the large wreckage behind him which had begun to emit a strange wail that was now spreading all around as it echoed. While she could understand him, his meaning was a little odd to her given that Dwarves had very little use for metaphors and had a great deal of issue in understanding their subtle meaning. Kairos was making hissing noises, similar to the growls of the wolf by Vanessa’s side as he glared at the golden boy, his singular eye flaring a deep crimson as he seemed to have issues with the wailing noise. With one gauntleted hand she reached up to lightly reassure him, not once taking her eyes off this strange newcomer as she wondered what could be causing the noise that was distressing her friend so.

Her sword had been lowered somewhat, though still kept in a faint guard by her waist in case this Hume decided to attack her and given that he seemed a little disturbed by his turn of phrase she wasn’t taking any chances. Suddenly a new figure appeared from the smoke and laughing, a grin spread across her face she spoke quickly; her comments about finding ‘fun things’ which Vanessa wasn’t sure about what could be fun given the situation but that it may refer to this ‘Alistair’.

“You said you were alone, Alistair”

Her deep voice was darker as she narrowed her eyes, her hand reaching over her shoulder and withdrawing her bihĂ€nder, Moralltach. She grunted a little as pulled it out as while she could comfortably wield the blade one handed it was not an easy task by any means but given two opponents and the relatively open space around them she’d not have much issue swinging her swords. Vanessa brought both swords round in an arc before resting them in front of her body, crossed but not touching and easily demonstrating the sharp edge of the weapons in the faint whisper as they passed through the air; with Moralltach causing a longer wail due to the fact that it was longer than the newly appeared woman was tall.

“Why are you here? My father said no Hume could come here
 It is forbidden. I am not afraid of a Hume.”

These Hume were clearly not what she’d expected of them, from the stories she’d heard she had been afraid to see great monsters from her darkest nightmares. Something almost as horrifying as the demons of ancient legends.

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Alistair was beginning to think this person a tad bit slower than your average Hume (or whatever she may be), since she obviously hadn't understood what he meant when he said 'peasants back there'. Considering that she was not he, and he wasn't she (though that that is not stating a shocking truth), he had to remind himself he shouldn't expect much in the form of brainpower out of her. Such is the life of one above all others -- he constantly had allow himself to lessen himself so that these people, though undeserving, could at least partially make out what he informed them about.

Anyway, instead of giving a verbal response, he simply sighed and put his face in the palm of his hand and shook his head, disappointed in his high expectations of the woman. It was around that time that a certain other annoyance of his, also female, had decided to join up with them. Alistair noted that she was alone and assumed that he was right about the weakling being dead which was also unsurprising because he was always right. Oh well. It wasn't as though he even wanted that man to accompany them, what with him seemingly lacking a spine based on the fact he wasn't willful enough to even attempt to meet Alistair's eye. It was always possible the man realized how greatly unworthy of eye contact he was and just was acting on that, but somehow, Alistair doubted this possibility greatly. More importantly than thinking about runts, Alistair wished to depart sometime soon so that he wouldn't be too discomforted by hunger and thirst by the time they found something to eat, as was likely to be a problem to arise considering they were, in fact, stranded.

"You just keeping finding all sorts of fun things, Alistair,"

With his guard still up and his eyes still locked on the strange, beast-woman (his mental name for her since she wasn't giving off the most feminine of vibes at the moment, and because she appeared as though she'd be more comfortable outside the city than inside it), Alistair replied to the fledgling skypirate. "I would be more inclined to dub this as a 'fun' experience were it a more physical encounter. Unfortunately, that would just be a waste of energy I would very much like to retain for now. I'm sure you must know that food does not make itself, and all that combat on the ship has worked up quite the appetite." as if signaled, Alistair's belly let out a small grumble. The man decided that he did not wish to fight or waste time chatting, so he very much wanted to just leave. And so he was going to. The earlier interest in the woman disappeared and was replaced with a need for something edible."I'll allow you two to enjoy yourselves, but don't bother me with any of it."

Alistair was about to back off and begin away, but the unknown, strange beast-woman had opened her mouth and implied something with her words, whether she knew it or not. Oh dear.

“You said you were alone, Alistair”

It was this sentence alone that angered the man clad in gold. For you see, she did not pay attention to her wording, and even though Alistair was convinced she might be a bit dimmer than your average peasant, he could not let it slide. She was, of course, implying that Alistair wasn't above others, after all.

His crimson eyes narrowed sharply as he shot a powerful glare at the woman and they could be considered a demon's own eyes. He didn't care what 'her father told her' or that she thought being 'unafraid of Humes' had anything to do with him. "Your father must be a fool then. He seems to have spent more time making senseless claims and less time teaching his daughter to listen when she is spoken to, rather than accusing people of things they are not guilty of. Because I do not recall ever once implying that I was alone." he growled, knowing that it was likely she did not understand more than a few words. But such things did not excuse her rudeness.

Perhaps he was overreacting. She was likely never the smartest kid in school, but even so, he could not forgive the implication of her words. The fact that she was accusing him of lying alone was pretty irritating, but the hidden implication behind the initial implication alone gave him enough reason to postpone his search for food to deal with this woman, who had been fairly ignorant and disrespectful to him more than enough. Please ignore the implica-ception. He had said that there was only one Alistair Archibald. This was still true, and it always would be. But even though the impossible did not happen and there was no Alistair Archibald clone, she still claimed his statement to be false. And though she probably did not mean it to be taken as such, the golden-armored, red-eyed man could only see that as assuming this other woman, who was obviously below him, as his equal. Something he would not tolerate. How dare she even imagine such a scenario? There was no true excuse besides blatant idiocy that he would rather be wiped from the face of the planet. Yes, unless she could apologize like the heathen she was, she did not have his permission to continue living, especially if it was in proximity to him.

"You will refrain from asking me anything else and apologize for your wrongdoing, or I will personally see to it you don't have any more chances to make mistakes again."

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The demon was, of course, absolutely confused. Without her mistress to tell her left from right and front from her ass, Reika was disoriented. She was feeling the first waves of 'Well what the fuck do I do now?' wash over her. Mistress was unconscious on her back, she was hearing some kind of weird mewling, and also some kind of disturbing, clunky language. It was the same kind of sound Mistress made when she was talking to other humes. Did that mean... they were... communicating? With what? With who? With how? With sex? Her eyes lit up at the last question. She liked sex. She liked sex a lot. In fact, sex was definitely the number one thing she adored, uh, wait, number one were her demonic overlords, and then maybe her Mistress, wait, this was getting confusing...

With her head spinning from her own jumbled thoughts coupled with the weird, harsh tones she was hearing over her shoulder, it came as no surprise that Reika wanted to do something to shut it all up. She just wanted things to make sense again and they never did without someone guiding her! And now that she was alone, she had no idea what to do, and she was trying to hold Mistress on her shoulders, but there were strange people nearby and she was sad and didn't even know if her ass was jutting out correctly! Panic was beginning to rise in her gut as a bubbling of tears sprung into her eyes. She was drawing blanks, she didn't know how to help herself, much less help anyone else.

So amidst the chaos of her mind, Reika made the best choice she could think to make. And by that, I mean she did not think at all She ran, her body moving forwards but blindly at that. She had no idea where her destination was, no idea where she was supposed to be, no idea where she was even headed. But the voices were getting louder, that was a bad sign, wasn't it? Wait, or was that good? Did she want help? Was that a thing now? She didn't know how to treat her Mistress--maybe these strangers did. Maybe they were headed to some kind of orgy too! Wait, she had to think of her priorities... yeah um... saving lives... This was really hard. It was really hard to stay so focused! She just wanted to have some fun, why was this even happening to her?

Okay, wait, this could be really simple. All she had to do was get their attention, all she had to do was call out to them and then they'd use their magic powers to heal her Mistress... yeah, because that was how the humes did it. Well, with more plant stuff but it still did the trick. Feeling really proud of herself for figuring modern medicine out, she skipped towards the group, making sure to stop just outside their line of vision. Grinning widely at her genius, really, this was a plan without fault, she projected her voice towards them. She only knew a few words in common but she was absolutely sure they were acceptable in any situation without fault.

"Help, need--"

Before she was even done talking, something familiar crashed around in her mind, something that made her quiver with fear. And something that made her physical form literally melt away. The demon was capable of existing as two forms on the strange and limited material plane, and she vastly preferred her physical body over the spiritual one because she could do things with her physical one... Pretty, good-feeling things. But as it stood, she felt as if something had torn right through her chest, dissolving her physical form completely and causing Mistress to collapse on the ground in a heap. Reika was floating nearby, in the form of a kit, but in this astral form, she was completely invisible to anyone that was around her.

She wanted to change her form back, she wanted to become a woman-creature again. But whatever had forced her to transform was prohibiting her from resuming her other shape. And she had a feeling she knew exactly what that was and knew, somehow, that she was going to be punished later. She didn't know how or when, but she had a pretty good idea by who. Sulking and now biding her time till that moment inevitably came, she glided over her unconscious Mistress, the witch completely passed out. At least she had done her part, those humes were definitely looking this way. At least she'd done something right.

... Right?

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“You said you were alone, Alistair”

"Your father must be a fool then. He seems to have spent more time making senseless claims and less time teaching his daughter to listen when she is spoken to, rather than accusing people of things they are not guilty of. Because I do not recall ever once implying that I was alone." Alistair growled in response.

Raruna scoffed in reply as well, her blade still held up and pointed at the woman that addressed them roughly. Alistair, who had turned to walk away, came back to further address the woman who didn't stop in her rough, threatening speech.

“Why are you here? My father said no Hume could come here
 It is forbidden. I am not afraid of a Hume.”

"You will refrain from asking me anything else and apologize for your wrongdoing, or I will personally see to it you don't have any more chances to make mistakes again."

"Oh my, it seems you've angered my companion. From what I've learned, he doesn't like being insulted in anyway. I would suggest rewording your thoughts..." Runa tilted her head a little, peering at the woman from under the brim of her hat, a curious look passing over her face, "Hume? You are not hume?"

Runa's lips twisted into a wild grin as she reached up with her free hand and gingerly took the edge of her hat between forefinger and thumb. A bit of a laugh filled her chest as she adjusted her body, the stance clearly showing that she was ready for a fight as she raised her gaze yet again, "How interesting. You're not hume. Never fought anything that wasn't hume before. Come, entertain me," Runa's voice was filled with both a wild excitement as well as a deadly edge to it. Her pale blue eyes were glinting like stones as her body tensed and she prepared to lung forward to engage the fight.

There were two reasons she wished to take on the woman before her was it safe to call her a woman? Or was it something else? It hadn't said it was a hume... What was it then? One was because Runa enjoyed a good fight. The second, and probably more important than the first was the insult directed at Alistair. She had yet to finish her duel with him and to her she considered the man in gold a valuable partner. Not to mention he was decked out in gold, seriously, if only she could just touch it!!

However, as Runa lunged forward, a sharp sound to her left took her attention. She halted in her advancement as a creature burst out into their crash site. Only two words escaped the things mouth before it disappeared completely, dropping what it was holding onto the ground in a heap. A little dust cloud floated out from under the body that hit the earth. The strange entrance and harsh sounding words had unfortunately taken Raruna's attention and for a brief moment she forgot that she was about to engage in a fight and more importantly that she was in rather close striking distance.

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Her eyes darted between the two Hume, though for all his brazen insults and glittering armour it was the second of the pair that gave her the most concern. Even so, she hadn't counted out 'Alistair' just yet and had moved back from them slowly, her swords hanging in a low guard before her.

“The tales seem to have a ring of truth, Hume are little more that feral animals seeking a fight or their next meal.” She taunted, a smile flickering across her lips as she moved her swords in preparation to meet to oncoming lunge from the woman. But as her shorter blade swung upwards, better to deflect to attack she instead ended up pulling back and halting the following swing she'd been readying with her bihĂ€nder as her attacker paused. Confused as to what had resulted in the sudden pause in their fight before it had begun the red haired girl glanced over to the edge of the crash site that her attacker was staring at.

A cloud of dust was currently swirling in the air above a body that now lay slumped in a heap, a rather strange one at that though Vanessa couldn't identify precisely what about the person's body struck her as strange save that she felt it must be. On the ground nearby looked to be a bundle that seemed to have fallen beside the creature when it collapsed and presumably distracted the had distracted the rather vindictive girl before her. Cocking her head slightly as she switched her gaze from the creature slumped on the ground, the blazing figure and her direct attacker she decided to even the odds slightly.

Pursing her lips together she let out a short, sharp whistle, knowing that Lycus wasn't far behind. As soon as the sound had left her Vanessa swung Narya in a smooth arc towards the woman's arm, aiming directly for her hand and twisting the runic blade at the last moment to bring the flat against the skin hard in hopes of jarring loose her sword while she was distracted by the new arrivals, hoping that she'd not wasted the moment in her confusion.

A low growl behind signalled she had not been mistaken as Lycus had clearly been stalking through the wreckage close behind her and the large dire wolf now stood firmly on the ground to her side, his slow breathing gruff as he eyed the glittering armour of her other assailant but awaited her word to attack.