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Cron Vulus

"If the thread count is under six-hundred I'm not sleeping under it."

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a character in “Echoes of the Past: Astrasis”, as played by RageKage

Description

Cron Vulus

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The Basics

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Gender:
Male.

Mancer Type:
Pyromancer.

Title:
The Sidekick.

Nickname(s)/Alias(es):
With a name as short as Cron, he doesn't really get branded with any.

Age:
Twenty-two.

Face Claim:
Cu Chulainn(Caster) Fate/Grand Order.

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The Visuals

Height: Six foot, one inch.

Weight:
142lbs.
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Build:
Lean.

Hair Color:
Blue.

Eye Color:
Red.

Scars/Tattoos/Piercings:
Both ears are, quite obviously pierced. They each house one of his great-great-great grandfather's earrings. Supposedly talismans of good luck, Cron just thinks they make him look cool. No. Seriously. That's it. Otherwise he's surprisingly straight edge. Also has one scar, it's dead-center on his left eyebrow. Other than that his lower stomach, hands, feet, and even lips to a small extent are covered in fading burn marks.

Description:
Handsome, daring, dashing, and just a touch rugged! Who's dream am I not, hmm?"
Tall, thin, and overly dressed in clothing that went out of style about two-hundred years ago(Including wooden sandals), Cron would stand out in a crowd even if it wasn't for his strangely dyed Deep-sea blue hair. Which of course has annoyed his family for years. He thinks it draw more attention to his blaze-red eyes though. Right. Totally not to annoy mommy and daddy. If you really want to annoy him though, mention the time he painted his nales.

Preferred Clothing:
Traditional Vulus. There was a time, thousands of years ago that the Vulus family was the chief priest family for the Church of the Radiant Dawn. As such the clan has kept their priestly vestments around as best they can. Vulus' are only required to wear them during birthdays and other clan-centric holidays and burials though. He's just. Weird like that.

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The Outer Workings

Equipment:
His families ornate wooden staff, and a handy haversack, filled with sake, tobacco, his pj's, a sewing kit, a spare kimono, and his Sunday finest. Other than that, he keeps his silk-lined sleeping bag with him. What. You've never seen a silk lined sleeping bag before?

Skills/Mancer Abilities:
BREATH OF THE DRAGON: While many pyromancers focus on conjuring flame from within, Cron specializes in igniting existing things. Including, if not especially, air. Almost all of his abilities come from within. Literally. Fireballs, gouts, whips, and even small tornadoes all come from his breath. Except lighting his pipe. cigarettes. That's done traditionally.

Sarphy's Fists: When forced into pure melee combat the air around his fists will ignite, adding murderous heat to his punches and engulfing a target if they make contact.
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Burn It Away: Fireflies. Made of quite literal fire. Pour out of his mouth. They will seek out any and ALL life in the vicinity that isn't their conjurer and land on them. Whatever's unfortunate enough to have on alight upon them will, instantly, burst into a pillar of fire.

Path Of Ruin: It's a simple enough tactic, but. Cron ignites the air disbursed with each step, leaving a trail of fire.

Sewing.
Herbalism.
Gambling skills.

Strengths:
Both incredibly physically hardy and mentally stable, it takes a bit to shake him. He also has exceedingly good life skills, and fashion sense.
His control over his fire is natural. His nature syncs up well with the very nature of the element. Giving them a "bond" if you will.

Weaknesses:
Addiction. Sloth. Inability to lead or truly decide what's best in a crisis for himself. Unable to focus for long.

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The Inner Workings

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Oddities:
He's always wished he had a reason to wear an eye patch.

Likes:
Blowing smoke rings.
Zephyr.
Caelfalls only gambling house.
Malestrom Clan's famous, secret herbs and spices Sake.
Six-hundred thread count sheets.
Silk kimonos.

Dislikes:
Burlap.
High-pitched voices.
Anyone trying to wake him up before midday.
Ale.
Disappointing anybody he cares about.

Hobbies:
Drinking.
Smoking.
Gambling.
Sewing.
Pretending to train.
Pretending to hit on women.
Pretending he's well adjusted.

Phobia(s):
Spiders. And Toffee. Yeah, it's weird.

Sexuality:
Homosexual.

Personality:
Free spirit. Wild man. Loose cannon. Whatever cute way you want to phrase it, believe me. It falls short of Cron. He's incredibly reliable in terms of not doing anything productive, helpful, asked of him, demanded of him, order to, or even threatened to. That said, there's almost nothing he wouldn't do for a friend without asking. The problem lies somewhere dead center in his very being. He simply can't..Make most choices. Obey, disobey, hurt, enjoy. It usually just doesn't register with him. Unless it comes to helping nice people. He's one giant bleeding heart.

However, he's always followed leads. Mostly Zephyr's, sometimes others. It doesn't always lead him to good places.

Not to say he's devoid of a personality, mind you. He's got an astonishingly addictive nature, and seems to actively seek out anything and everything with the potential to take a hold of him. Maybe the nagging, gnawing physical and psychological needs they instill give him a sense of direction. Maybe he's actually a master escapist. Maybe he's unhappy. No matter the case, if you ask him, even he won't know. What he does know is there's an unburied, undying, ever burning need to be consumed by something. Anything. Sake, tobacco, gambling debt, sewing. If it can occupy his hands, mind, wallet, and isn't physically taxing, he's in.

Oh yeah, that's another hugely important thing. Effort is bad. He's immensely naturally talented in both his manara arts, and his mundane crafts. Both of which are quite possibly the root of his inability to apply himself. If it takes effort or work, it's not worth the energy to him.

Don't be fooled, though. Cron cares deeply for those he considers friends, and has a very low standard for qualifying people as such. There are problem some people in Caelfall that don't even know him, yet he thinks of as friends and would go far out of his way for. It's just hard to show it when you're hungover.

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The Past

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Family Status:
Kalek Vulus: Patriarch. Distinguished. Elegant. Disinterested. A pillar of the community and a Council member heading up all archiving and historical records he's a very. Brisk man. To the outside world his dead gaze is authority incarnate, and the deep boom of his voice would haunt the staunchest solider's nightmares. He's actually someone understanding, and even compassionate to his family. He tries to understand Cron's....Nature, but there's a massive tension between the two. As the last male of the main Vulus line, if Cron doesn't wed, and have children, the family dies with him.

Anara Vulus: Cron's mother. Sweet, welcoming, beautiful, and seemingly happy. Most of the town knows her as a sort of mother figure. She runs the Dawn Kiln bakery, of all things. She's always giving out as much product(Cookies, cakes, fresh breads, even bread-puddings) as she sells. Though she does seem to shower Zephyr with pastry goodness more than anyone else. Much to Kalek's unending migraines. She accepts Cron for who he is, and understands why he needs his space. Though in truth, his choice to live with his "Oba" wounds her deeply.

Enella & Casla: Cron's twin elder sisters. They're both..Well. He would describe them in not-so-pleasant ways despite the good relationship they have. They're very alike. Dutiful, punctual, respectful, disciplined. They both work as town guards.

Galia "Granny" Maelstrom: Cron's Oba. Sort of. Jokingly adopted by her mostly due to the fact he could single-handedly fund her gambling house with his vices. She's probably the one person that could order him around effectively, though she doesn't. They both seem to have a strange respect for each other. She's even the one who taught him how to sew, and has by far been the most accepting about who he is. Though at times his massive tab can bring up snags in their relationship..

Personal History:
He's lived with his "Oba" since he turned seventeen, and was briefly kicked out of his home for being gay. His father apologized within the week but it was too late for Cron. They'd always had a strained relationship due to how lazy, unmotivated, and recently prone to vices he was. He sort of came out of his shell a bit at this point. Partly because he feel deeply into liquor and cigarettes, but also because of Granny. She knew what to do to make him into..Someone.

This was the good period for Cron. This was when he began to work for Granny to earn his keep, which helped him socialize and come to to terms with himself. He did plenty of cleaning, learned how to sew, served tables and generally made friends with anyone who came to the Lucky Spoon. He even tried to cook but...Granny gave up on that after the forth sick costumer. Surprisingly enough the distance between him and his father even seemed to be taking some of the strain off their relationship. Though it was brief as the old man decided to pull some strings to have his son assigned to someone he felt could cure his lazy streak.

Antoine.

Cron and his teacher never got along, but he did open up the path for him become friends with Pyrrha, and by extension Cassie. He took the latter's loss pretty roughly, though he never showed that to anyone but Granny. Who by now was practically family. He felt it wouldn't be right for him to go around all broken up about her when Pyrrha was her close friend, not him. Besides, Pyrrha needed somebody who was willing to look at her, and smile instead of wish condolences or fall uncomfortably silent. Whether she knew it or not. This birthed the brief period where he applied himself, too.

He was older than his fellow students, and only still a part of Guardian Training because of how lazy he was, and how often he found ways out. For awhile he tried, and was able to graduate pretty quickly, since his skill did surpass even what was expected of someone his age.

Since then he's been coasting though, to his father's misery. Doing what he does best. Working for Granny, trying to cheer up Pyrrha, and following Zephyr around like a lost puppy.
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Miscellaneous

So begins...

Cron Vulus's Story

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Roland Varithmas


Roland curses to himself as he watches everything go to shit around him. "Why'd that idiot have to go and touch things again..." As the temple shakes more violently, Roland stumbles slightly, as he starts to feel uneasy, unsure why, but it sounds like the earth in the temple is screaming out in both a mixture of rage and pain.

"We need to leave. Now! Anton, help me move the floor before we all get crushed!" Roland makes his way to the middle of the group, dragging both Cron whose still barely managing to walk, either from his own problems or the temple shaking and the unconscious Mei with him.

Once in the center of the group, Roland punches the ground hard, causing it to crack around the impact, after a few seconds, Rolands muscles start to strain underneath his clothes as the ground start to crack and crumble before the floor starts to raise itself upwards.

Starting to get visibly exhausted Roland curses once again "'Anton! I need help! Now!"

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Leon Dalmascer




Hearing Pyrrha give orders to everybody else Leon scowled. "Hate to break it to you Fire Pit but the only one who would be fighting those rats up there would be me. Asking Rain Drop to try is like asking her to commit suicide." He said with a more of a collected tone before continuing. "Also it would be a suicide mission either way we don't know how many there, we also have to consider that they're small and fast, and from experience unless you know their movement pattern anything that is hard to hit means just wasting time." He added watching Pyrrha grab Zephyr before taking off saying something about him being easier to carry then Cron 'I'd says she's wrong there but that'll just get me burnt again and not by flaming rats.'

Looking around Leon watched as the two Gaiamancers began doing their work only to remember the wall he suspected need some kind of key, he had found not but a few minutes ago. Upon this realization Leon ran to the chamber Zephyr had passed out in. "I wish Air Head wouldn't play with stuff he has no clue about." He sighed grabbing the bag Zephyr had dropped when he fell unconscious before going back and making a beeline to the strange wall.

'Let me see will any of these work.' Leon thought rummaging through the bag pulling one item out after the other and tossing them aside before pulling the eyeball pendant from the bag and staring at it. "That not creepy at all but let's see if it works." He said to himself ripping the eye off the chain it was attached to and setting it into the small indent.

Kicking up dirt, dust, along with a few cob webs the wall began to slide open revealing a small passage leading to an upward angle. "Well it may be eerie but at least that accessory got the job done." Leon said waving away the dust cloud that the secret door kicked up when it opened. "Hey I found something! Not sure if it leads out of this place but it does look like a tunnel that goes up!" He called out walking over to the center where Roland to the others were with a slightly raised incline and slinging Mei's arm around his neck while lightly pulling him from Roland's grip and carrying him back to the entrance of the tunnel he had just found. "You guys can do that if you'd like I'll take the mad scientist and meet you out!" He called out stepping into the tunnel keeping a keen eye out for any trap.

Keeping up a good pace Leon was able to get out of the tunnel dragging an unconscious Mei along with him where he was greeted by guardians running around. "There's two survivors here!" the one closest to him called out. 'Guess we're really in trouble this time." He said pointing to the tunnel he just emerged from with his free hand. "There are some more down there one is barely able to stand let alone walk." Leon pointed out carrying Mei along with him to the entrance. "We'll explain everything once we're all safe and had time to recover." He added turning back shortly and continuing on his way.

Once they got out Leon handed Mei over to another guardian before looking them square in the eyes. "Mind if I ask there were two others who went a head of every one else in our group one would be unconscious and the other is a red haired girl fairly short have you seen them where would they be now?" He asked sitting himself on the grass breathing somewhat heavily letting the adrenaline rush leave his system before continuing. "As I told the one's I passed earlier we'll tell you everything when we're all out of danger and have had a chance to recover from this whole event." He said before laying back into the grass and looking at the stars waiting to hear that every one was able to get out safely.

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Marina Fontaine






Marina struggled to maintain her balance as the temple shook. She nodded at Pyrrha as she picked up Zephyr and soared on ahead. She stood back doing her best to keep Cron upright as Anton and Roland worked to clear a path out of the temple. She saw Leon use one of the objects that Zephyr had pilfered to unlock a passageway which he used to take Mei through. She nodded at him as he took off.

"If you find anyone, be sure to tell them where we are!" she called after him not even caring that they'd get in trouble. She didn't follow after him mostly because she was intimidated by an unknown temple that could very easily collapse on them. Mari didn't care that there were two Gaiamancers with her. A thousand tons of rock and ground seemed a bit too much for them to handle. She looked at the ground and saw the artifacts that Leon had haphazardly tossed around when searching for one to open the tunnel. She picked them up and sighed. She really wanted to leave them, but they came this far so there was no point. Plus, Zephyr would whine to no end if they got left so she shoved them back into their bags and pulled them over her shoulder.

Marina pulled Cron along going as fast as she could chasing after the two Gaiamancers who were creating a path forward dodging debris, and trying not to think about how the path behind them was collapsing preventing them from turning back. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, their makeshift path opened up to what looked like one of the main passageways. She almost cried in relief when she saw one of the Guardians. It wasn't just any Guardian, however, but her eldest brother Maxian.

"Maxi! Over here!" she choked out. He heard her and called for some other Guardians to follow after him to tend to Marina and the others.

"Mari! Oh thank the gods! When the Temple started collapsing and we heard you were in here, we were scared to death!" Maxian pulled her tightly to his chest ignoring the falling debris and fleeing monsters around him.

"There's no time for this! Did you find the others? Pyrrha and Zephyr? Leon and Mei?" she pulled back frantic.

"Yeah, we got word through telepathy not too long ago that the other squads picked them up. Speaking of which..." Maxian closed his eyes for a moment to send out the word that everyone has been found and to retreat immediately.

"We have no time to waste. Let's get out of here!" Maxian took Marina while the other Guardians helped Roland, Anton, and Cron, and quickly fled from the Temple through a makeshift tunnel made by the Gaiamancers. As soon as they were out, another earth-shattering earthquake shook the ground causing what was left of the Temple to completely disappear underground. They would find out later that five Guardians had lost their lives in their efforts to rescue them.




Later that day........




Zephyr woke up abruptly shouting and in a cold sweat only to be met by a vicious migraine. He moaned and collapsed back onto the bed. He felt as if he had lived a horrific nightmare. He wished it was only a nightmare... But the memories slowly came flooding back. From infiltrating the Temple all the way till the moment he touched the ethereal orb. It had happened. All of it.

"Zeph! You're awake! Thank Aztune!" Marina cried. Zeph glanced over to see the blue-haired girl with bags under her eyes and quite a bit shaken, but relatively unharmed. He grimaced at her still not quite ready to give his voice yet. He cast his eyes downward; guilt flooding his expression. This was too big of a screw up for Zephyr to take all the blame this time. His friends were surely going to suffer just as much as he was... Then he noticed the mark on his arm.Long spiraling black marks twisted up and down his forearm. He hadn't noticed it in the Temple, so where did it come from?

"We got those marks as soon as the orb shattered. We didn't notice till we were out of the temple, but all eight of us have them. The scholars are trying to decipher them, but they have nothing to go off of. No one knows what they are..." Zephyr nodded in understanding still not trusting his voice. Marina shifted uncomfortably before clearing her throat.

"So... As soon as you woke up I was told to take you to the Council room.... The others are already there." she offered a weak smile. She didn't want to deal with this either, and although she could cast all the blame on Zephyr, she didn't. She chose to follow him like she always has and for that she held no grudge.

"Oh joy..." he whispered voice cracking. Zephyr cleared his throat and stood up. Someone had taken it upon themselves to replace his previous clothes with a fresh set. Without further ado, he followed Marina to the Council.

The Council room was a large room with a large half circle table positioned in the back for all the clan heads to sit at. Zephyr spotted the rest of his friends already waiting in the center looking uncomfortable. Not that he could blame them. Almost everyone here had a family member on the Council. Marina took her place with the others and winced when she saw the exasperated expression on her father's face. Zephyr gave his friends an insincere grin and a wink before coming to a halt right before his grandfather, the High Elder.

"Hey Gramps, fancy meeting you here huh-"

"Cut the crap Zephyr. This is not a time or place for your antics." Ouch. Harsh.

"We need you to explain, in GREAT detail, what happened in the Temple. Go." So explain he did. Zephyr told the whole story giving all the details he could remember with the others chipping in here and there, and ended with his taking of the artifacts and his experience with the glowing orb. The Council was silent as they absorbed everything they were just told. Including the part about others entering the Temple before. Zeph braced himself fully expecting to get banished or lynched, but was shocked instead by what his grandpa said.

"It seems that this incident was going to happen one way or another. My only regret is that I couldn't have more clearly foreseen it. In any case, there is no turning back now. Allow me to explain the gravity of your mistake. Although many of the legends have been lost, the Council does know what was sealed within the Temple: Manara. Tens of thousands of years ago, our ancestors sealed away the whole of Manara from Astrasis because of the evil certain Mancers were committing. But now, you have unleashed it once again on a world that has long since forgotten its origins.."

"Whoa, back up. So, the rest of the world can't harness Manara? Why can we then in Caelfall?"

"Is it not obvious? To protect the Temple. Keep people from doing what you have done today. Although, to be fair, I don't believe our forefathers ever anticipated one of our own to unleash the seal... In any case, you have undoubtedly caused what may very well be the destruction of the world. It is up to you to fix it. There are four sealing grounds across the world. I believe those artifacts you pilfered from the Temple hold the keys to those seals. It is now your duty to go out and reseal what you have unleashed. You must go forth, leave the village, and not return till you have restrengthened the seal on Manara. The Council went into an uproar with many frantic parents voicing their opinions. They died down when Tehrest Maelstrom began speaking.

"Fath-High Elder. You can't be serious. These are children! OUR children! What they have done is unforgivable, but do you honestly believe they can fix this catastrophe?" Zephyr had never seen his father act with such emotion before. Not since mom died. For a rare moment, he was speechless. The other Council members were agreeing with Tehrest and were also shouting their outrage before Mavrik Maelstrom projected his voice.

"SILENCE! Enough! What choice do we have? We have no other options! They're Guardians! They can take care of themselves and each other. No more discussion. You have till tomorrow to pack up and prepare any necessary supplies. The young Guardians leave at dawn." Everyone was stunned silent. Mavrik never raised his voice.

"The meeting is dismissed. I suggest you use your time wisely." With a prolonged look at Zephyr, Mavrik left the room and slowly but surely, everyone dispersed to begin preparations.

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While Pyrrha wasn't proud to admit it, she had fainted from Manara-exhaustion only seconds after she had called out to the other party. Even now, hours later, the world still seemed to be spinning slightly around her. It was due to this that her reaction to the verdict was muted.

Either that, or shock. She didn't really know what to blame.

She separated from the group without a word, and went to her home. A place she wasn't likely to see again for a long time.

Finally an emotion managed to make it through her dazed mind. Her face twisting in anger and self-loathing.

The plaster on the wall that she hit cratered.

She hadn't wanted to go in the first place, why had she gone along with it? why hadn't she protested harder?

Why? Why? Why?, the word reverberated through her mind endlessly. Tears started to run down her face. Nevertheless, she ignored them, knowing that it was their own fault everything had gone to hell. Nothing to blame but their own stupidity.

She laid everything she thought she would need out on her bed, and started to pick out the things she truly wouldn't be able to do without according to her guardian training. But that was based on having a base to return to. Ofcourse she wouldn't be able to take all of it with her on her journey.

In the end, dawn came, and with one last look at the empty house behind her, she left everything that she knew behind.

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It didn't feel good. None of it, nothing did. The whole meeting was just a blur, one full of crap he didn't listen to or even really register. It didn't make sense, any of it. Start to finish. A seal on Manara? All the other crap. It just..Didn't add up. It didn't penetrate into his thoughts either, not really. He was far too busy being blaming himself. He was older. He was supposed to be wiser. It was only because of him that anyone bothered to follow Zeph in the first place. If he had just known better, or kept his mouth shut, or..Or...

The meeting was pretty much over and Mavrik was nearly out of the room but Cron called out anyway. His voice wobbling and raspy."It should be me!" He paused without realizing it, taking his eyes off his feet for the first time in days. He looked around the room, catching the stares of everyone and clenched his fists hard enough his non-existent nails dug in. "It should be me," he shouted again, this time without the wobble, "It should be me that's exiled. Me that has to fix things, not the rest of them." He couldn't bring himself to call them friends. How could they be friends after what he did to them all..It was my idea to go in the first place, I just talked Zeph into it..And it was my fire that broke the statue. If it wasn't for me..Nothing bad would've happened.."

He sighed and looked back down, blood dripping from his palms. "You don't have to punish anyone else, Elder. Just me.."

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Roland Varithmas


Roland walks over to here Cron is making a scene and slaps him hard of the back of the head, almost falling onto the ground, only staying upright from Roland holding his arm. "You can barely stand, let alone talk. We all knew what would of happened if something went wrong. It's not solely on you. We're friends, we lean on and help each other. So for once. Keep your talkative mouth shut until you feel better." Letting go of Crons arm Rolands makes his way to the door and leaves with his uncle.

On the walk home home, Roland and his uncle said no words, the two stoic men needing no words to pass between them to exchange their words. Olaf knowing that if this was meant to be his nephews path, then this is what it is, and he won't stand in his way.

Reaching their house, Roland braced himself for the oncoming onslaught as he opened the door and was immediately tackled into the ground by the twins, Rivus angrily yelling at him while Amnis just cries heavily, all he can manage to do his hug the two tightly until the eventually go quiet after wearing themselves out. Olaf smiling to himself walks inside and continues with his metalwork.

Awaking a few hours earlier just after dusk, Roland looks around his room as it occurs to him that he won't be back for a long while, Carefully getting out of his bed as two not wake the twins, who after persistently complaining to stay with him until he left. He walks through the house taking in every sight and smell, hoping to remember it all when he's gone.

After spending hours quietly to himself, and managing to get all of the supplies he'd think he'd need, he finally goes back to bed, to await the oncoming dawn, and his final easy day. With a smile on his face, he falls asleep not long after midnight, knowing that he might finally find the answer to his question.

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Entering his room that he saw more as a glorified prison cell Leon went around grabbing his clothes and tossing them into a small bag. "No need to leave anything here I doubt we'll have a chance to return." He said closing his bag and exiting slamming his door shut before running to the end of the hall and leaping out the window and grabing an out stretched branch that allowed him to swing down landing safely on the grass below. 'That trainer would have a fit if he saw me do that not that it matters now he won't be seeing me for afew years.' Adjusting his clothes Leon made his way to where every one would meet.

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Marina Fontaine






Marina's father after the meeting immediately had pulled her into a bear hug that could bend metal. She was expecting him to be furious, but was rather met with tears and relief over her safety. She was met by similar displays from the rest of her family. Even her mother and older sister were choked up from the prospect of her departure. This made packing very difficult because the twins were firmly attached to her legs and her older brother had his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Fortunately, her mother had already done all of her packing, and with dawn approaching on the horizon, she was handed a pack with standard traveling gear and a fully stocked medical kit equipped with even surgical supplies. With one last tear filled goodbye, she headed off to the village gate.




Zephyr had dragged his feet as much as possible when heading back to his home even to the point of hesitantly waiting outside the front door of his house. He really didn't want to do this. Maybe he could sneak into his room and get out before-

"Stop delaying the inevitable and just get in here Zephyr." came the tired sigh of his father. Zephyr flinched and sheepishly opened the door. Inside the main living room sat Granny, Gramps, and his dad. All had quiet solemn expressions on their faces, but Granny looked a bit more disgruntled like she had just lost an argument. Zephyr stood and stopped before them and shifted from foot to foot before breaking the unbearable silence.

"Uh, hate to cut this family reunion short, but I gotta go pack so..."

"Already done. Your bag is by the door including the artifacts you picked up. I put in some money, a change of clothes, some traveling rations, flint, water, and a bottle of Maelstrom sake. I also threw in your current tome you were reading as well as a journal if you wanted to write in it. You'll notice a brand new short sword and a set of fresh leather armor as well as a new cloak. That was your Guardian present that we had intended to give to you before... this." His father stated. Zephyr was speechless.

"Dad... I...-"

"What you did was extremely stupid. You will be remembered as the biggest idiot our village has ever known. But... at the same time we feel this was destined to be your path from the beginning. So go. Go and make us proud Zeph. Become the master Aeromancer that saves the world." For the first in what felt like years, Tehrest smiled at his son. A wave of emotion tore through Zephyr and he clenched his teeth in order to bite back the tears. With goodbyes from his grandparents, and an extra knock upside the head from Granny, he left his family and headed to the gate. He found the others waiting with their own bags and weapons. With a nod, he led the way though the gate into the awaiting Shrouded Forest.

The group traveled quietly for several hours before the trees began to thin and they came out into the rolling foothills at the base of the mountains. Zephyr stopped for a moment taking in the scenery of the plains around him not having seen anything except sheer cliffs and tall trees.

"Well, this is different. Why don't we take a break and eat lunch yeah? Anyone pack anything tasty? I got sake!"