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Jeon Oun

Infinite surprise set in bones and covered with feathers.

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a character in “The Great Guild Fortune”, as played by Light_of_the_Fallen

Description

"Hey, what's that in the sky? Is it a cloud? A bird?"

ImageName: Jeon Oun
Sex:Male
Age:37
Race: Bearded Vulture Beast-Man

Physical Description: Jeon's an intimidating figure with his tall, feather-covered, and rather fierce features. His human traits are only visible in the muscular body shape with everything else basically that of a bearded vulture. Usually, his posture is slacking and his walk is that of leisure with slow but assured steps. There never seems to be any hurry in his actions but this can quickly change.
Clothing:While he's content to let his feathers cover his shame, Jeon does give others consideration and wear a long but tight fitting jacket that almost reaches his knees. It is black with red designs spread throughout and gold buttons that reach from his neck down to the end of the jacket. There is also a belt for the jacket of black with gold accents.
Height:6'3"
Weight:218 lbs.
Skin Colour:His feathers are of a bright orange, a pale almost pinkish orange, and black with mixture of grey. There are red feathers around his eyes.
Eye Colour:Black

Occupation:Member of the Seven Sons.
History/Bio:Jeon was born in the dry parts of Askia along with his sister, children of a Bearded Vulture Beast-man and a White-Backed vulture beast-woman. Jeon took after his father in looks but as for disposition wise, his mother was his role model. The siblings were taught a variety of things from hunting to working with tools, and even necromancy in chi usage. The vulture beast-men have a strong belief in death and have built a religion around it but do not necessarily believe that necromancy should be necessary for chicks. They are exposed to it but if the chicks reject it, it is never brought up again. By the time Jeon was born, those teachings were starting to die out. Jeon did agree to it at first but changed his mind, only recalling a few things of necromancy later in life.
When the siblings were of age, they were put through a trial of age to determine if they could survive should they decide to leave the community. The exact mechanics of the trial are a secret of the beastmen but it is known that the trials are basically about survival. It is also rumoured that it Otoro and the wastelands of Kakan. Many are known to die, including Jeon's sister.
After the trial, Jeon leaves home but quickly realizes that the outer world requires more tact than force. Its during this time he develops his sense of humor to deal with the disappointment and barbaricness of the world. He works various jobs and escapes slavery several times during his travels. Eventually, trouble begins following him around and in response, he attacks. He loses control several times and atones but finds himself more and more involved with the barbaric side of the world. He stops fighting it, seeing his survival in it, and thrives. He is challenged and wins many times, enough to impress the Seven Sons. He undeerwent the evaluation of the trials, passing each level with inreasing difficulty,
Home Town: Za-Shasa, an isolated community of bird beast-men that are mostly those of the vulture kind. It is a dry land with access to grasslands should one travel far enough.
Home Country: Askia

Personality:Jeon is very laid back, easy going, and enjoys a joke more than anything in the world. He is considerate of others and answers respectfully to those he feels have earned that respect. This doesn't mean he can't be a serious guy though. He understands there are situations where one must maintain a serious composure and will usually adopt the same sort of demeanour his opponent has in battle. Should he find a battle too boring or not worth his full strength, he will make comments throughout the battle others may find humorous. If the battle is more than he expected, he will usually bring up commentary after it is over. Overall, Jeon gets along well with most others.
Fears and Desires: His fear is losing his wings and not being able to laugh. Desires are that of great food and good jokes which can be recounted countless times without losing their charm.

Equipment and Weapons:Jeon carries a shield that came off one of his opponents. It is made of good steel and is constantly strapped to his arm. His weapon is a staff that can be taken apart, the two pieces linked together by a chain.
Styles and Abilities: His fighting style is about combining physical force, tact, and mental assault. Jeon is strong and thus, uses it against his opponent to either knock them down or knock them out. Tact comes in by figuring out the best strategy, finding weaknesses and exploiting them, most of the time with his advantage in flight. Mental assault involves unnerving an opponent by his commentary or humor. It is often seen as disregard of an opponent, turning the match into a joke.
Chi and Augmentations: Jeon specializes in Telekechisis, able to move objects of a reasonable size without effort. He can pick up others but this causes him more effort and he won't use it very often for it can tire him out if done for too long. Also, because he can be a bit lazy at times. He also uses chi augmentation in strength to power his arms, making his claws more effective weapons.

So begins...

Jeon Oun's Story

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Character Portrait: Yuwen Fortune Character Portrait: Pele Mele Character Portrait: Jeon Oun

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His eyes flickered open and he was greeted by rays of light gliding through a loosely tied bamboo roofing. His eyes adjusted to the light and soon the brightness between the large opens of the bamboo poles revealing grey overcast beyond. He lowered his eyes to the interior of the space - a small cabin like structure, rocking gently with the flow of a river. At one end the cabin opened into a narrow deck. The man swallowed before glancing back. Opposite him in another hammock, covered in bandages and undressed, lay the man he knew as Yuwne Fortune. Through swollen eyes and a wool covered head the man realized Yuwen was still asleep. He swallowed before glancing to the end of the cabin, where in the shadows a figure loomed. The man almost fell out of his hammock as suddenly the figure stepped. "Stay back!" The man spat at the approaching figure, barely able to move his arm to find a weapon.

"Peace," The figure whispered, stepping into the light to reveal the tower blue-form of an Ashura. Bloody and scratched pink eyes looked down from an imposing, white-robed presences, and with one of his massive six arms he handed the man a robe. "I believe this is yours."

The man caught the robe as it fell onto him before glaring back at the Ashura. "Who are you?"

"I am the Ashura," The Ashura replied in a deep, rumbling voice - it's bass enough to vibrate the cabin whole.

"Seven Sons," The man sighed, squeezing into the robe and quickly covering his head with the hood. "Why'd you save me?"

"Perhaps you'd be better asking the others," The Ashura whispered, pointing to the exit of the cabin. "The young one must still be attended to..." The Hooded Villain rose weakly and began to limp away from the Ashura, who'd turned his attention back to Yuwen.

The Hooded Villain emerged onto the deck. The narrow boat was gently sailing through a mountainous river. The Villain swallowed, glancing up at the white-cliff walls that surrounded the narrow waterway before turning around, looking past the bamboo cabin and to the small crew gathered at the wheel at the wheel. "You there," The Villain announced, begin to limp toward them. "Where are we?"

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Character Portrait: Suiken Character Portrait: Lo-muna Vanhi Character Portrait: Yamato Hibiki Character Portrait: Ann'Razul Character Portrait: Rumelis Morende Character Portrait: Pele Mele Character Portrait: Jeon Oun

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Lo-muna took the letter somewhat distractedly and showed it to her remaining guild mates to inspect. It was a curious power, that of Shiisan, one she had not come across on her travels so far. Admittedly, the ground Lo-muna had covered was limited since she tended to stay wherever she passed. She had to sate her curiosity after all. Shiisan's power was absolutely fascinating as well but, with how silent the Tengu had been, she would have to question him later.

"So, I suppose we simply take a step back," Lo-muna said dryly, looking to Rumelis and Yamato to initiate the action.

~*~

"Really? Hmm, who knows, I might have come across her," Sha shrugged with a grin. "And no quarrel at all! In fact, you could say I have an interest in them."

The guild leader winked, chortling.

"And do what? Hump my leg? Considering how small you are, there's not much you can do is there?" Tsukumo retorted with a sneer. She was completely ignoring the conversation the two oni were having and hadn't even begun to heal Suiken, her concentration lost with Jakkar's idle threats. Buruu sighed.

"No, but, I do not bear any grudges against the ice oni," she continued with an unamused look at her two guild members. "No grudges against anyone really. What I've seen has caused me great difficulty in getting to this point but with how long I've been alive, I have had time to work on it. I would rather compete than fight and as you can see with my insubordinate members, it has to be one or the other as well. Then again, they haven't been with me as long as some of the others."

Daken took in the other conversations, soaking up the information, as his guild mates talked. So he didn't answer Ann immediately, looking off into the distance. His eyes stared at nothing in particular until, with a deep inhale of breath, his eyes focused on Ann once more.

"Let me guess, you are involved with the death of others?" Daken asked, a knowing look in his eyes. "We, ourselves, are not all of good character as some are already displaying. Some of us have rather shady pasts but Buruu understands that blood washes off. Memories linger but if there is anything our leader has taught us, it is that there are things one does, and then they are done. Life continues and she has seen that need we have to feel alive. We regard her highly because she understands and while there are times Buruu can be questionable herself, we acknowledge the risks which are small compared to the rewards."

~*~

"You snooze, you lose," a feathered beast-man called out to the oni as he turned to face the hooded man. Orange was the primary color of his feathers with black coloring his forearms, folded wings, tail and above his eyes. Red accented his eyes in accompaniment of the black.

"Like Pele said, we're in a familiar part of the neighborhood," Jeon snickered. "So I doubt you'll cause much trouble, will you my brother?"

He turned to the other Seven Sons members, crossing his arms.

"I say we just let 'em be for now, deal with them when we have to," the bearded vulture beast-man suggested with a nonchalant shrug. "Executing him wouldn't be too good since we might I dunno, get something useful out of 'em."

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Character Portrait: Pele Mele Character Portrait: Jeon Oun

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Aboard all had gone quiet and Jeon frowned. An itch had started up in his left wing but he refused to move a feather. While the eyes of his companions were set on the Hooded Villain, Jeon's own eyes moved briefly to Pele and the rest of the Seven Sons, or those who called themselves one of the clan at least. The careful words, the apparent dissolution with Maiya's purpose, were words he had begun to hear more often. They were growing comfortable in their isolation. And he was getting more restless.

~*~

Daken considered Ann's words carefully and looked over to where Tsukumo had begun healing Suiken. Her face was grim in concentration, carefully guarded emptiness in her eyes. She was a healer who had grown up among violence, a dissenter who had learned violence was a part of her nature and continued to fight, and yet still rebel against her nature by healing any and all. His eyes then moved to Sha whose eyes sparkled with a barely contained excitement initiated by the talk of competition. She was friendly to most who crossed their path and was not as angry as the world as she should have been. It would have been hard to imagine the large oni in a cage once, beaten and bleeding. Even her words now betrayed no bitterness or malice.

"Why?" Sha repeated with a chuckle. She threw her hands up and that chuckle quickly became a loud, obnoxious laugh which her guild mates had long grown accustomed to. The question was always one of the first things asked of their guild. "For the thrill! For the rush! I live for the adrenaline rush!"

She balled her hands into fist and started pacing back and forth, mirth in her eyes. Her hands would be thrown up in exaggerated gestures that emphasized the excitement tingling in her system.

"A challenge is nothing if not something to excel at! To have great difficulties in overcoming and grow to surpass past challenges! For that, a new thrill is needed, new elements! And for that, new competitors are vital!" the oni continued, her voice growing louder. "And one cannot have a good challenge, if an opponent is injured! I wanted all of you at the peak of your competitor's spirit! And, well, if your friends come looking for you, then clearly it'll be a fun competition! If they come, then there must be some teamwork that ya'll can throw together and so it won't be so dull when we beat you! I mean, come on, a disjointed guild might as well be killed for all they're good for in a race."

The last words brought Sha down and there was dead seriousness in her voice. She had come to a stop and regarded Suiken with an objective glance, measuring up the ice oni's reaction to her words. The tension in the air was quickly broken when Sha grinned once more.

"But we won't know that till they get here! Which should be soon now that I think about it..."

Daken looked back at Ann as the conversation went back to the ice oni. His expression softened, just a little.

"I quite like that," he finally responded with nothing to confirm whether it was genuine or sarcasm. "It gives you a clearer image of others for you never know what they've been through. It also makes my remark about blood on your hands quite rude when you think about it, thinking all have empathy or sympathy to degrees where it'll regret the spilling of blood. Not that it is technically a thing either way. Sometimes there are those who require extermination."

~*~

Lo-muna smiled warmly at Shiisa, "Is Yuwen Fortune rich? I do not know. I haven't pried into his past quite yet, not sufficient time you see...But what I do know is that I don't mind coming across treasure every now and then and neither does the guild. Though, if we do happen to know there is treasure abroad, we will most likely go after it. It is natural after all."

She paused, regarding the bandit with a raised eyebrow, "Why do you ask?"

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Character Portrait: Yuwen Fortune Character Portrait: Pele Mele Character Portrait: Jeon Oun

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Yuwen's eyes faded open gently, the aching that had plagued his head now settled and replaced with an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He wobbled to his feet and leaned over gently. He was shirtless, further bandaged then the morning, and his armour was nowhere to be seen. Instead he pulled the rough silk robe off a barrel and put it on. He then took hold of an oaken walking stick and made his way through the small cabin lined with tightly with medical and food supplies. The red cloth hanging from the doorway and acting as a makeshift door blew in the wind revealing beyond the rickety cabin walls a blood-orange sky and the endless mouth of the sea.

"It's good for the body though - they have this oil and they rub it on the muscles, it really helps loosen things," The voice of the Hooded Villain spoke between mouthfuls to the left of Yuwen's ears. He cornered the cabin and spotted at the back of the deck the Villain and their three captors / rescuers sitting on stools eating rabbit around a magical bowl of fire. Yuwen swallowed a the sight and carefully moved to the edge of the deck. White cloaks were hanging from the side of the long-boats's hull, and beyond it the massive green-country side of the raging rivers province. Ahead the land bordering disappeared and the open ocean stretched forward. They were about to wash into the sea, Yuwen realized.

"He's awake," The Hooded Villain's voice rang. Yuwen turned to see the members had taken notice of him.

"Indeed he is," The Ashura whispered in a rumbling voice. "Please, one of you - fill him in."

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Character Portrait: Yuwen Fortune Character Portrait: Suiken Character Portrait: Lo-muna Vanhi Character Portrait: Sunaarashi Character Portrait: Yamato Hibiki Character Portrait: Ann'Razul Character Portrait: Terra Himene Character Portrait: Rumelis Morende Character Portrait: Shiisan Character Portrait: Pele Mele Character Portrait: Jeon Oun Character Portrait: Rune Iyora Character Portrait: Fie Kurai

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"Alright, wait!" Shiisan said, raising a handing front of Terra. "Uh, guild meeting! Team meeting! Captain Spastic and The Fat One are who we're sending in, but uh, we want a team meeting first!" Shiisan muttered, calling the Great Guild members over to him. "Hey, look guys," Shiisan muttered quietly as they approached. "I dunno if you've all picked up on this or not....but these guys are crazy!" he whispered, pointing a thumb at the Hunters Guild.

"They WILL get us killed. And as someone whose spent months trapped in a net, lemme tell ya, I'd like to live out my life as much as possible," Shiisan whispered. "Look, I've been in this temple before. Even before the curse hit, it was pretty deadly. And now that the whole place is cursed, we won't be able to turn without danger lurking at every turn."

"So here's my idea...you two!" Shiisan decided, pointing at Terra and Suiken. "Will still do the race. As a distraction. While the rest of us...go with the members of their guild not competing and watch the race with them for a while. The some of us will stay with the spectators as a second distraction, maybe compete in some of the other challenges while a small bit of us sneak off and try to find the map, which leads to both a massive horde of treasure AND a curse-free ticket out of here."

"And what about gathering the rest of the guild after the would be treasure thieves find this map?" Suiken asked skeptically.

"That might be the only hard part as these loony tools are liable to attack us," Shiisan shrugged. "So we yell out a signal and the rest of you follow us and book it! So...whaddya think, gang? Who should do what?"

***
Pele Mele nodded at Jeon to inform Yuwen of the situation as he got a better look at the sea before them. "Gonna be a long voyage. Might have ta go for a surf if things get too boring..." he noted, drowsily.

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Character Portrait: Yuwen Fortune Character Portrait: Suiken Character Portrait: Lo-muna Vanhi Character Portrait: Sunaarashi Character Portrait: Yamato Hibiki Character Portrait: Ann'Razul Character Portrait: Terra Himene Character Portrait: Rumelis Morende Character Portrait: Shiisan Character Portrait: Pele Mele Character Portrait: Jeon Oun Character Portrait: Rune Iyora

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"Suiken and Terra are both powerful enough to compete and escape so that stays as Shiisan has confirmed," Muna began. "I will be part of the initial group staying along with Rune and Yamato. Ann, Rumelis, and Suunarashi can accompany Shiisa to find the treasure. After all, I trust you know your way around the temple since you've been through it before, Shiisa."

She smiled warmly at the bandit before looking over at the others, "Any complaints? Objections? Suggestions?"

~*~

Jeon sighed and looked at Yuwen, saying, "Since my companions aren't in a talking mood, how very unlike 'em, I guess I'll be up to flap my beak."

"See, it seems you finally gained what most are looking for- a bit of specialness to ya. You have a few things of interest to us that would include the key and whatever you have inside you now. Now, before you start cheering, this is not the good kind of special. Well, it is if our plan goes the way we want it. We're travelling across a sea for this, for the good ending, and you and him-" Jeon pointed at Yuwen and Hoods. "Might really be able to help us save the good old world. Well, if we can figure out how to rid the evil in you first cuz as he mentioned, you may not know the key and I hope he's wrong on that, but you are a key. A pretty vital one to our plans."

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Character Portrait: Yuwen Fortune Character Portrait: Pele Mele Character Portrait: Jeon Oun

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"what the fuck are you talking about," Yuwen asked after a long silence.

"The KEY," The Hooded Villain barked. "These are members of the Seven Sons... or, associates rather. They're taking us to Fern Rock... we'll learn more there, I'm sure."

Suddenly a loud brass horn deafened the sounds of the river. Yuwen turned to the shore where a camp was set up, red-armoured soldiers resting in it. A horn-blower blew at them again. "Unmarked vessel! You are passing into Yunish seas and outside the Raging Rivers Prefecture! Come ashore immediately for questioning!" The man yelled at them. "By order of Prefect Ro!"

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"Well, that was pointless," Jeon muttered as he stretched his wings out, not about to fly away at all.

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"What the hell are you doing?" Yuwen demanded as they sailed on, the soldier continuing to blow his horn at them. The Hooded Villain gave no note and continued eating with the others. "Hey!" Yuwen screamed, running as best he could to the edge of the deck and waving furiously. "Help me! I've been kidnapped! I'm of noble birth and I've been kidnapped by members of the Seven Sons Mercenary Gang! HELP ME! HELP ME!" He screamed loudly...

At the words the man dropped his horn and pelted into the camp as fast he could...

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Character Portrait: Yuwen Fortune Character Portrait: Pele Mele Character Portrait: Jeon Oun

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Pele sighed a gave a withering glare to Yuwen before looking at the rest of his crew. "Leader of a great guild, ladies and gents," he sighed, tapping the side of his helmet with his index finger in irritation. He turned to the Ashura. "See if you can calm him down, painlessly..." he asked.

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Character Portrait: Yuwen Fortune Character Portrait: Pele Mele Character Portrait: Jeon Oun

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"Admittedly you did kidnap us," The Hooded Villain commented. Yuwen dived overboard and began to swim away.

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Jeon sighed and got up, taking his bowl of food with him.

"Yeah, well we did save his life at least. The kid could, y'know, not be a pain in the ass," he commented as he walked over to the edge and stretched his wings out. With powerful flaps of his wings, he took to the air and with ease, swooped down on the slow Yuwen. Jeon grabbed Yuwen by the back of his shirt with his talons and dropped him back on the deck like a sack of fish, Jeon himself landing on the railing.

"Yeah, swimming in the open sea, since when did you become a fish beastman?" he asked sarcastically to Yuwen as he stabbed his rabbit.

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Character Portrait: Yuwen Fortune Character Portrait: Pele Mele Character Portrait: Jeon Oun

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"Yeah, but it's for a good reason," Pele replied, sighing as one of the Jeon scooped him up from the water and tossed him back on deck. "But, really you tried to kidnap him first. Why are you not makin' your grand escape attempt, by the way?" Pele then turned to look at Yuwen. "Hey man, can you just chill for a sec. Just chill. We've just gotta explain shit some more and it'lll all make sense. Hopefully."

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The Hooded Villain glanced out at the river they slowly drifted out and shook his head, deciding not to comment. Yuwen breathed heavily as he lay there. In his injured state there was nothing he could do, he realized. Yuwen glanced to the hooded figure who sat on one of the stools. And perhaps he realized that too.

"Are you alright?" The Ashura questioned. Yuwen rose weakly and glared at them. "I've been captured and am being given half-answers as to why - no I'm not doing alright," He hissed as the long-boat pulled out from the coast and into an endless maze of sea beyond, dark as the sun danced on it's wavy horizon. "I'm not doing alright at all..."

***

"Prefect Ro! Prefect Ro!" The guard called as he pelted into Ro's tent. The Prefect glanced away from the mass of scrolls on his desk to the soldier in his squad. "What is it, Ruon?" Ro questioned before sipping his tea. "Yuwen Fortune." This caused him to lower his tea again.

"Has he been spotted? Ro questioned immediately as the man caught his breath. The soldier gave a frantic nod. "But not as you think," The soldier explained. "He was on a unmarked longboat heading to sea, saying he'd been taken hostage by the Seven Sons."

"Out to sea where we cannot chase him," Ro sighed, scratching his chin in annoyance. "I know Yuwen Fortune... the charges against him and his order, of attempting to blow the mountain apart and destroy Jiefong... they are not his scene. He's a trouble-maker... but not a murderer. If he's been captured by the Seven Sons they may be using his name to cover up their deeds."

The soldier swallowed "... Well what can we do?"

"They head to sea, outside our hunting ground but right into the backyard of the most powerful naval force in existence," Ro whispered as he began to write a letter on a fresh scroll. "Send this order up coast."

"To who?" The soldier asked. Ro finished the scroll and sealed it tightly before handing it to the soldier. "The Reckoning's back from Eoland," Ro explained with a smile. "And they always need fresh prey." With a heavy gulp the soldier took the letter and ran out of the tent, hurrying to deliver it...

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Character Portrait: Yuwen Fortune Character Portrait: Pele Mele Character Portrait: Jeon Oun

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"Look, Fortune. There's a pretty good reason you're being kept in the dark," Pele explained. "Aaaand it's pretty much your fault. you got any memory of what went down as soon as you and your guild found that crown?" he asked. Suddenly, Pele sat up. "Oh! And if you do remember, by any chance, please do us a solid and don't speak about it. Hell, barely think about it."

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"Didn't you cause me further head trauma and knock me out? I don't think I'm gonna trust you," Yuwen pointed out.

"It's true, you did do that," The Ashura confirmed.

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"Yeah, good going there Pele," Jeon remarked, immediately ganging up on Pele with the others.

"Listen Fortune, you don't necessarily need to trust him," the vulture beast-man said to Fortune. "Hell, I don't care if you don't trust me. You haven't even laughed at my jokes. But, we will need you to work with us to some degree. It ain't only your life at risk here you know. That crown ain't the only bit of treasure you'll be losing if you keep being such a prude."

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Yuwen kept quiet. "Admittedly, you did kidnap us," The Hooded Villain repeated to break the silence.

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Character Portrait: Yuwen Fortune Character Portrait: Pele Mele Character Portrait: Jeon Oun

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"Admittedly, you did kidnap us," Jeon mocked The Hooded Villain in a whiny pitch, rolling his eyes. "Like you've never kidnapped others for your own gains. Like my friend here said, weren't you kidnapping Fortune here when we got to you two!? Isn't that how he got separated from his own guild!?"

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"I didn't ask him to work with me afterwards," The Villain replied before sipping his tea.

"...If this is about the Necromancer you don't know what you're dealing with," Yuwen spoke up at last, huddled on the deck and staring into the fire. "I don't know what plan you have but it wont work against him... as for the key I don't know where it is... I have no idea."

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"A human makes a massive assumption abut somethin' he doesn't know. Wish I could be surprised," Pele asked. "What is actually surprising is the fact that you seem to know about the Necromancer. Didn't know enough to know what you were doin' in that chamber was stupid idea, but...what do you know? If you're willin' to share."

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"There was a massive letter from Eoling talking about him and then he attacked me," Yuwen whispered. "I've... heard of him before, with the Old Guild... I never thought Eoling was involved with such a dark being."

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Character Portrait: Yuwen Fortune Character Portrait: Pele Mele Character Portrait: Jeon Oun

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"Well yeah, that's the mystery ain't it? What really happened to Eoling and the guild back in the day? Another thing I'm lookin' into. We've been collectin', researchin', catalougin' all we can about this Necromancer dude, but it's all peripheral information. Not one piece of somethin' we can use against him. Well...until recently. But I'd rather not talk too much about it. 'Cause see...the Necromancer is closer than you think."

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Character Portrait: Yuwen Fortune Character Portrait: Suiken Character Portrait: Shiisan Character Portrait: Pele Mele Character Portrait: Jeon Oun

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"You can't work a man to death - you can a slave," Saaklemore explained.

"Where are your papers?" The guard demanded coldly of Suiken...

***

"...She tried to come when I was hurt,
Yu-une, where are you o',
She searched so far, but couldn't hear,
Yu-une, where are you now?
I tried to call to no avail
Yu-une, where are you o',
I screamed and yelled till I was dead,
Yu-une, where are you now?
When I awoke I wore all gold,
Yu-une, where are you o',
I was beyond, in land's more bold,
Yu-une, goodbye for now....
"

The words faded from Yuwen's slightly burnt lips as he sat with his feet in the water, the waves of the sea quiet enough to sit as the raft sailed, fog surrounding them. Still the hot summer's sun shun down, and sweat poured off the crew's bodies. The Hooded Villain took a sip of water before wiping himself off with a towel. "I don't like this fog," He frowned, approaching the Seven Son's members who had grouped the helm. "We have no lookout, we can't spot approaching ships."

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"So this...is a punishment?" Shiisan whispered to Saaklemore. "All of these people can't be criminals. Why inflict a punishment as relentlessly cruel as this?!" he asked, as his eyes drifted over towards the guard reprimanding them, his hand slowly reaching for the broadsword that lay at his hip.

Suiken grimly looked at the guard. "I have no papers. I've just arrived here, we all have!" Suiken growled, his voice rising exponentially.

***

Pele looked out over the water from the helm, unable to see anything through the thick fog. Frowning from underneath his helmet, he looked over for Jeon, who happened to be asleep, the lazy pheasant. Pele considered waking him up to scout ahead, but that wasn't particularly the bird's specialty. No use risking a life on his crew on by sending them off into the unknown.

"Fog like this...not the best omen out on the seas..." Pele sighed. "And it's gonna be hell to navigate." Pele looked over at the hooded man. He went back to the deck and unloaded the contents of a small cart that rested against the sides of the ship, filled with various supplies. Drawing out a lantern, he returned to the helm and raised the lantern towards the hooded villain, wordlessly, but quite clearly asking him to light it up.

It wouldn't help much in this fog, but it would be better than navigating blindly.

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Character Portrait: Yuwen Fortune Character Portrait: Suiken Character Portrait: Lo-muna Vanhi Character Portrait: Sunaarashi Character Portrait: Yamato Hibiki Character Portrait: Ann'Razul Character Portrait: Terra Himene Character Portrait: Rumelis Morende Character Portrait: Shiisan Character Portrait: Pele Mele Character Portrait: Jeon Oun Character Portrait: Rune Iyora

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"I agree with Rumelis and Lo-Muna," Suiken began. "I will gladly join in freeing slaves, but I will take no part in a mass slaughter."

"Slaughter would imply that the people we'd be fighting would be helpless, Brother Fat. I assure you these slavers'd most certainly fight back," Shiisan then turned to Rumelis. "Brother Bear, only thing that's coldblooded around here is working men, women, and children to until the day they die. If these slavers were warriors they'd expect nothing less than for you to give them an honorable death after a battle. But...that's besides the point. If what Saaklemore says is true, then whether we kill or incapacitate these slavers won't matter. No matter what we do, they'd send an army to raid the town for us."

"To face them now, whether to free slaves or to kill slavers, would mean our death. And that sickens me. What we can do and should do...is deliver a fatal blow to the slavers from the shadows," Shiisan sighed. "Create a wound in their system that they'd never recover from.

Shiisan then turned back to Saaklemore. "Which would be impossible without the help of Brother Saak, since he's the only one here who truly knows Gangamai. So, Brother Saak...your plans?"

***

"See that's the one thing I hate the most, Fortune...somebody who proclaims themselves a 'hero' just give the hell up. Kid, we kidnapped you under orders, but we planned to defy that from the start" Pele began to tell Yuwen. "And I knocked you unconscious again, and I apologize for that. But stop mopin' and listen for one second, will ya? We aren't the den of 'murderers and thieves' you think we are. It ain't coin we're after here, but one specific goal. To rid the world of an evil it's not even remotely prepared for."

"Nameless Ashura's right. You're unfortunately, the best lead we've got to fight this evil, so do what real heroes do and make do with what ya got." Pele turned to face the crew he assembled proudly. "We ain't exactly a Great Guild, but I'd say we're pretty damn great."

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Character Portrait: Yuwen Fortune Character Portrait: Suiken Character Portrait: Terra Himene Character Portrait: Orion Shan Character Portrait: Pele Mele Character Portrait: Jeon Oun

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Suiken walked in and gave a slow nod to acknowledge Terra as she greeted him. As she asked him how he was feeling, he exhaled deeply and replied, "Not even remotely..." as he made hsi way towards the beds. Suiken glanced to see ifany of the others were awake. They were not. He'd have to inform Lo-Muna and perhaps, maybe Yamato about Tora's warnings about Shiisan, who also appeared to have gone off for the night. But perhaps more pressing was the warning of the demons attempting to break out of their prison in Onium, seeking something...And if he had been there, he might've been able to stop it.

Another thing began to click in Suiken's head as he sat down on his own bed. The demons began to breach the gate four months ago, the Crane Demon was mentioned to have arrived in the forest three months ago...Was there a connection? Just what was going on in the world? Too much to think about, Suiken could barely sleep. Instead he sat up through the night, pondering.

***

"Not particularly in the mood for tellin' anyone," Pele shrugged.

***

"Wouldja look at this freak of nature?" the Gecko beastman chuckled to a fellow guard as he pointed a thumb at Orion." Orion was escorted down a long flight of stone steps. Eventually they'd reached the front gate of the prison and were greeted with arid winds. "Know what those are, CHUMP?!" the gecko beastman laughed. "Those're the winds of DEATH! Now. You're cart'll be here ANY minute now..."

The two waited for around five minutes. "ANY minute..." the gecko beastman assured. Half an hour soon passed and the Gecko Beastman could feel both himself and Orion get irritated. "Oh COME ON!" the Gecko Guardsmen bemoaned. "What is the meaning of this?!"

"What is the meaning of piss?" an old man questioned, dumping a barrel of urine on the Gecko Guardsmen and Orion. The old man soon walked in front of them. "Oh, hello. I'll be the court driver today. Come on." The old driver made his way to a sick and dying horse. Attached to the horse's saddle was a rope attached to a wooden, but seemingly sturdy looking cart, aside from it missing all of it's wheels. The gecko placed the still cuffed Orion in the cart and huffed off in a reptilian fury the likes of which the Earth had never seen before.

"And we're off..." the old man said, wasting no time in piloting the horse across the old prison courtyard to the courthouse. "courthouse is still a fairways away..." the old man spoke. "It used to be closer but...who knows why they moved it? At any rate as long as we don't run across any unforeseen obstacles, we should get there in no time flat," the old man continued as the horse lazily dragged the cart with Orion behind it.

"You know, I've had this horse for over sixty years? And my grandmother and father before me had her for longer than that? Could you imagine that? A horse that lives this long? I can't either. She looks as fit as a fiddle, wouldn't you say?" the old man said, giving a loving pat to the sickly horse. "Why some might say she's a spirit horse? Perhaps she knows more than even we do about the world today. What do you think, girl?" the old man asked his beloved pet as they were about one fifth of the way there.

The horse keeled over and fell to the ground.

"Oh no. She's dead!" the old man cried out.