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Raven

"Can you people at least try stay alive?"

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a character in “Fire Emblem: Nightfall”, as played by chaoticcarrot

Description

Name: Raven
Alias: None
Picture: Image
Description: His armor is a darker gray with a black raven insignia in place of the crosses. Around his neck he always has a pendent of an angle holding an unknown object in her hand.

Age: 21
Sex: Male
Class: Tactician

growth rate: (Random)HP - 80%, STR - 55%, MAG - 55%, SKILL - 50%, SPD - 50%, LUCK - 40%, Def - 40%, RES - 35%

Starting stats: HP - 20, STR - 7, MAG - 7, SKILL - 5, SPD - 6, LUCK - 4, Def - 6, RES - 4

Height: 5’10”
Weight: 150
Hair Color:Dark Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Body Type: Athletic
Voice Type: Baritone

Personality: A rather care free individual who is often seen with a drink in his hand. He enjoys most peoples company, those he fights with above all else. He is often criticized for putting his unit’s life before the mission. In this there is much truth as without a second thought he would go to his unit’s aid over that of another. Due to this fact most units prefer to work separately from him and it is when it is just him and the Grimsbane were he shines the brightest.

Strengths: Has a brilliant Tactical Mind and capable with both sword and magic.

Weaknesses: Doesn’t work well with other military units and Outside of the battle field he has very little knowledge on politics and shows no interest in learning of it.

Equipment: Iron sword, fire tome.

Biography: Raven was born and raised in the capital of Ylisse one of the higher up families. During his younger years he was more often than not found in the lower part of the city spending more time with the lower class kids to the point that it was often assumed that he was one of them. This of course gave his family a bad name for not taking care of their children, though this was not the case. Raven cares for his family a great deal and his parents, more often than not, gave him whatever he wanted. The thing was how ever there was rarely ever anything he really wanted. He simply enjoyed the company of the lower class over the usual uptight ethics of the upper. None the less he would be lectured, sent to bed without supper, and the events would repeat the very next day.

As Raven grew older he found a new member being thrown into their family, a little sister who went by the name of Althei. At the time of her birth Raven was heading towards his tenth birthday and found he becoming very protective of his little sister. She would often be thrown into the same category as Raven himself by the masses, as she was often seen with him as she grew. She would be called named and such much like he had been, the difference however was that Raven would now often throw himself into fights that could have easily been avoided, as to protect his sisters “honor”. This made his name even worse of course and to a lesser extent his sister. But none the less life went on.

When Raven turned eighteen he chose to join into the military, much like his father before him and his father before him. He patted his sisters’ head and gave his family a warm smile of goodbye and as he headed out to his new life, with the hopes that with his absence his sister would be able to restore the name that he had smudged, his sister stoped him and gave him a parting gift, a pendent of an Angle. He had no idea where she had gotten it but he accepted with a smile. Originally he had every plan to be a knight and to fight on the front lines; fate however had a different idea. During his days in training Raven found him sell playing games of strategy of all things, and oddly enough he turned out to have a talent for it. With the nudging of several friends and officers he chose to further explore the world of strategy. After his training was complete he chose to join the Grimsbane as its tactician.

So begins...

Raven's Story

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“How did I fall behind this far behind? Damn it all!” Raven was jogging down the path of the red carpet in his fully armored state. This was a dangerous place something he was fully aware of, and he no intention of getting run through because he was unprepared. His fire tomb hung down on a chain that was attached to a belt and hung loosely from his left side. The chain was long enough so that he could easily grab the book and read it with easy. Right below the chain was the scabbard of his sword a simple Iron sword but it did its job just the same. He was getting a bit winded from the distance he had been running which was something he was very unhappy about. He wasn’t lightly geared, far from it and given enough time, special for a long jog, it became more and more apparent.

During the groups last stop Raven had found himself exploring more than per usual. He had never been this far from home before and everything was new and interesting to him. When the time to leave came around, he of course said he would catch up after looking around a bit more. Something he had already been starting to regret, catching up in full armor on foot what was he insane? He felt that way with how badly he wanted to just fall down and take a nap. Raven came to a halt as the sounds of battle rang out through the air. He listened closely only for a moment to gage were the sound was coming from. After only a moment he nodded to himself and took back off in a jog towards the battle field.

As he approached the area he was relieved to see his allies still alive giving him a quick moment or relief. As he approached he took in the situation. Edge and the others were alright, well alive at least, though Edge was staring down two bandits on his own. There were dead bodies all over the floor as well and three other individuals fighting against the bandits. The two males seemed to be struggling yet still holding their own, with any luck he could make it to them after he saw to Edge. The other individual was… a bunny? He questioned the very thought of something like that. Oddly enough this…bunny was fairing much better than the other two. She was closer and would be more likely to aid the two struggling while he attended to the others, at least in theory.

Raven approached Edge and the others and quickly busted into a sprint using what little energy he actually had left to throw himself into the fray. He quickly drew his blade as he approached the two from the side and threw his whole weight into a single stab piercing right through the bandit’s rib cage and out the other side. The weight of his strike sent both Raven and the new corpse falling to the ground. Raven let go of his weapon and rolled across the space between the bandit he had killed and the other engaging Edge and got to his feet. He lifted up his tomb with his left hand and let it fall open as the magical energy of it emanated into his right hand. Before the bandit even had a chance to peace to gather what was happening, a hand filled with an orb of fire came flying right into the man’s head bursting him into flames. Raven once more came tumbling down his legs giving out from underneath him as he fell only a moment after the second man became a corpse. He hit the ground with a thud, his tomb thumping around against his side as it fell from his grasp. His head turned to check on the rest of the field seeing not much had changed. He pushed his arms down to the ground as he began to slowly raise his exhausted body from the ground and motioned to Edge. “Go help the others.” His voice was calm but clearly exhausted by the deep and rapid breathes he was taking. His legs were done and he didn’t expect to be much more help up close. He use his arm strength to get himself up on his knees at least as he returned his tomb to his hand and the fire to his other hoping he could at least get a couple of pot shots off on what remained.

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Frey was in a battle of strength with a bandit, definitely not a place he wanted to be in. He decided it was time to end it, using his natural speed, he ducked underneath the bandit's axe. Getting in close to the man where he couldn't be hit by such a bulky weapon. Then he proceded to disembowl him. He took another look around to see who needed help next. The green haired man seemed to be faring all right. Out of the three who had been staying close the whole time, one was injured, but they were doing a good job protecting her so he wasn't worried.

A giant bunny seemed to have join the fight. It took Frey's adrenaline filled brain a moment to understand what it was. A taguel. He gave a respectful nod in the taguel's direction. Unlike many people, Frey had a great deal of respect for the taguel. One more seemed to join the fight but he soon dropped to his knees. Frey knew who he was going to help next. A axe swing came at him low, intending to severe his legs at the knee. He bent low and sprang up, actually landing on the axe. Within moments another severed head joined the other ones. Frey used the falling, headless, corpse as a spring board and leaped at the newcomer. He landed and rolled, ending up right in front of him.

If this was a group of military trained people, Frey would have been barking out orders to making things easier. They needed to get the wounded together and make a circle around them. Both injured were mages it seemed, or at least could use magic, so they could attack from inside the circle while the rest defended. Frey was face to face with the newcomer. With a start he recognized him. He served under the same general as Frey for a little while, before leaving to pursue another passion. "It is good to see you again, Raven. I'll watch your back if you watch mine." As if to prove himself, Frey disarmed a man who was coming up behind Raven. Literally, he cut his arm off. The man howled it pain and Frey ended his misery by shoving his sword up through the man's ribcage and piercing his heart.

Frey hoped that Raven would recognize him with his hood up, though didn't have much doubt that he would. His voice, sword style, and clothing gave him away automatically.

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Silka kept her position on waiting for more bandits to attack her. Along the way, she began to count the heart beats, "12, no 10. Ok, now it's 8 or 9" She found herself thinking as yet another heartbeat came into the fray, this one on her side it appeared. By the sound of heartbeats and muscles, they seemed to have the bandits matched on man power at the moment. She smiled to herself, killing these maw-spawn did give her a sense of joy.

When she heard the scream, she turned her ear to one heart beat, soft, most likely female. Rate was up, muscles were not acting normally, getting harder to control, she had taken a hit. Silka almost ran to her newly found ally, but others seemed to beat her to it. If they had it under control, the best thing she could do is stay the course and kill more. Besides, she didn't even have an elixir or any other man-spawn healing item. The best thing her kind could use was Olivi Grass, if rubbed into a wound, worked wonders. Although she didn't have that either, and her wound would most likely need something.

Upon noticing three heart beats coming towards her, she smiled and stood on her hind paws. This seemed to slow their advance; a ten foot tall rabbit. She used this opportunity to jump using her hind legs and land on one of them, crushing his entire ribcage. He was around six feet in front of the others, she already had a new plan. She slashed her left paw at one, slashes his arm, and causing him to drop to the ground in pain. She didn't envy him, their claws were razor sharp, and she was good with them.

The last of her attack squad seemed to have some brains and tried to hit her with an axe. She, however, could hear him from a mile away and had time to dodge. He swung again, and she toyed with him. After the fifth swing, his breathing was labored, and she could tell he wasn't exactly the most fit bandit in the world. Had it been different, she might have let him go, but she wanted blood.

She ran around to his back side, stood with her hind paws behind him and kicked, harder than she did with the other bandit, and tore threw his stomach, all the way threw. This kind of of attack wasn't likely to work, but he was still trying to catch his breath, and she had always wanted to do that. She took her paws out and then for good measure, she, still using her pack paw, kicked him in the back of legs, most likely breaking his femurs. Should he survive the attack, which was around a zero percent chance seeing how his heart beat was slowed to almost nothing, he would need to stay in bed for the rest of his life, a short one because of the infections, but still.

She smiled, and after the third bandit, seeing what she did, ran off, she decided to get closer to the group. The hearts at the moment, the wounded female had a male around her, two more were closer together, muscle showed her that one was offering to help the other up, and the final two were separate from each other. She heard one of them yell at another to help the others, and so she decided to go towards the one at whom she assumed to be ‘Edge’.

She ran to his left side, facing the few bandits left, and said to him, “Fight Man-Spawn! Fight like the Taguel!” And she smirked at the prospect. ‘Only 7 left. One is knocked out from my kick, another is weaponless for the moment, and the leader is still standing.’ She would have gone after him, but she knew Mam-Spawn, as well as her people, killed the leader to exact revenge, and she had nothing to want revenge for, at least from this man.

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Raymond blocked another strike of his foe's axe, and moved to strike before his foe could recover. A heavy chop, and his foe's arm was severed. Another swing, and the head rolled. He looked around, noticing for the first time that the battlefield had thinned considerably. He scanned the faces of the remaining bandits, looking for his man.

He found him, those greedy eyes now wide with fear and fury. Raymond pushed forwards towards the leader. "You!" Raymond called out. "You've got something that doesn't belong to you!" Ray brandished his blade, holding the gore-splattered weapon in front of him. "Now, will you give it back, or will you insist on my prying it from your 'cold dead hands'?"
The bandit leader snarled. "You think fast, boy. And you're not a bad fighter either. But I took this medallion fair 'n' square, an' I'm not givin' it back any time soon!"

Raymond had figured the bandit leader wouldn't just cut his losses and run. Not with his posse dead and his pride wounded as it was. "Fine then." Raymond said. "Dead it is."
The bandit leader blinked, roared, and charged. Raymond immediately realized that he'd underestimated this man. Not only was he not tired from having simply standing back and watching his men fight, but his weapon was in fairly decent condition as well, and he knew how to use it. Raymond was on the defensive from the start, matching strike for block, jab for parry, smash for dodge. Raymond's blade felt heavy in his hands as if flew about, the sound of metal on metal filling the clearing. Rivulets of sweat ran down Raymond's face, down the face and bare, scarred chest of the bandit leader. The stolen medallion that he was wearing jumped and jerked as he fought with Raymond.

With each impact of axe and blade, Raymond's arms ached more and more. This man was too good for Raymond to fight alone. He hated to admit it, but he was out of his league to begin with, and Raymond was growing tired, his breath coming in gasps. He couldn't do it...

The medallion caught the rays of the setting sun. Raymond remembered why he was fighting. He felt the cool metal of his own necklace against his skin. Purpose filled his body with energy. He went on the offensive, forcing the bandit leader back, his foe wearing a worried look on his face. The axe's motions became more and more frantic. Raymond saw an opening, and took it. He batted away the axe of his foe one final time, and sank his blade into the chest of his foe, smashing bone and tearing flesh. Then, in one quick move, while the bandit leader was still stunned by his injury, Raymond took hold of his sword in both hands, crouched so that his back was to the bandit, and heaved, tossing the leader's frame bodily onto his back, his sword leaving a horrific gash along his body. Blood poured from the massive wound. The adrenaline faded.

"He got the boss!" One of the surviving bandits yelled. "Get 'im!" Raymond stood up, and pain shot through his upper back and his right arm, making him drop his sword. He looked at the leader's axe. Blood dripped from the blade, and Raymond felt the warm trail on his back from the place that the axe had struck while Raymond was tossing the impaled brigand. His sword arm hung at his side, not disabled, but in no condition to lift the heavy weapon. Ray picked up the blade in his left hand, trying to support it with his weakened right. He couldn't handle more than one, not in the state he was in. He hoped he didn't have to.

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(Final two enemies are reserved for Raven since he came in late and I told him he'd get a total of four by the time the battle was done. Thank you!


Edge felt the weight of the battle sinking in as he managed to finally get rid of the enemies before him. One enemy was killed by someone else while the last one was left for him to deal with. Using the edge of his lance, he stuck the bandit in the leg as he charged at him and stopped his advance in its tracks. The bandit yelled in pain and dropped his weapon as he tried to pull the lance free, but Edge instead pulled the lance to one side which shredded the muscle quite poorly on its way out. The shredding of the tissue and the spray of blood told him he'd hit the femoral artery and that this man was dead regardless of what happened next. Still, he ended the man's misery by stabbing him in the chest. At first his lance struck bone and stopped, but a slight adjustment found the gap between the bones and allowed the lance through as it cleaved the man's heart.

Once he'd stopped twitching, Edge pulled the lance free and looked back towards Connor's position to check on his friend and to check on Iris. Iris was still down, but looking a bit more relaxed while Connor dealt with two more enemies who were advancing on him. Edge rushed over as best he could with all his armor on as Connor managed to dispatch one of the two before being rammed to the ground. Given his exhausted state, Connor couldn't rise in time to stop to man from trying to bring the axe down. Connor was still able to roll and evade, but he couldn't lift his sword in time to deal with the bandit. Edge finally made it over and rammed the bandit to the ground, falling on top of him in the process as he couldn't stop the momentum he'd built up. As Edge went down, he dropped his lance and wrestled with the bandit before pinning him down and wrapping his arms around his neck and squeezing for all his worth. After a few moments the bandit went limp, but that wasn't good enough for Edge. He wrenched to the side until he heard a loud "CRACK" before dropping the now dead bandit to the ground and sprawling on the ground exhausted.

Connor made it to his feet and dragged the still sprawled Edge over towards Iris, and then sat down on the ground himself as they looked out at the battlefield. With the number of dead bandits lying about and the pools of blood everywhere, it was easy to see why this was called the Red Carpet. The three of them sat there (or laid there in Edge's case) and watched as the last of the bandits were brought down before they all sprawled on the ground and caught their breath.

"That was rough..." Connor remarked.

"Eh, nothing!" Edge retorted.

"You two just can't agree on anything can you?" Iris commented.

The three of them began chuckling, as they were too weak to laugh out loud.

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Raven remained on his knees as the battle went on. His eyes scanned quickly from place to place over the remaining battle, things were coming to a close quickly. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he turned back towards Edge and the others just in time to see them finish up and a bandit running towards Raven. He heard a failure voice but couldn’t really make it out, as he was bringing his hand up to unleash the fire at the bandit he was beaten to it as the voice came forward and struck down the man. He seemed rather familiar and the man clearly knew who he was. He wasn’t sure from memory who this man was but he would figure it out later when things were so busy. He didn’t give him an answer as he turned back to the field.

A bandit quickly approached the green haired man an axe raised to strike. Raven had range and him had the full intention to use it at this point. He pulled his arm back and flung it forward, tomb open in his other hand, as he sent a fire ball flying at the approaching man smacking right into his back. The man went falling forward as a second bandit approached Raven in a sprint from there right side. None the less he had enough time to fling a second fire ball at the man from before, this one hitting dead on into the man’s chest once more as he attempted to scatter to his feet and busted him into flames. His body hitting the floor in a charred corpse.

Raven quickly gather energy into another spell as the bandit came swinging his axe down towards him. Raven rolled to the side dropping hold of his tomb only for a moment. The bandit how ever took no time to wait as he came at him again axe raised. Raven took no time to prepare a spell but instead dug his feet into the ground and launched himself into the bandit’s chest taking them both down to the ground. The bandits axe went flying out of his hand and into the dirt as they hit the ground with a thud. Raven quickly mounted onto the bandit and brought his right fist hammering down into the bandits face, A metal gantlet was never something you wanted to be hit by. The bandit became dazed from the strike and Raven took out his tomb once more taking the moment to send one final fire ball right into the bandits head, a quick flash of flames, then darkness as the bandits finally moments came to an end.

Raven was out of breath and was about done with just moving for that matter. He rolled off the bandit and onto the ground just looking up at the sky with a heavy breath. “good.” He sputtered out with quick and rapid breath. “Everyone seems all right.” He took a moment to catch his breath and sat up using his arms for support. First he double cheeked on edge and the others who seemed just fine if not winded as well. He then turned to the man who spoke to him. “Frey right?” he spoke out as a name came to match the face he saw. “Thanks for helping out those three, don’t know where they would be right now if you and the others hadn’t come ahead of time.” His whole body was acing and his armor never weighed down on him like this before. Even so he managed onto his feet as he gave Frey a light nod and hobbled over to Edge and the others giving them a light wave. “Sorry I’m late.” He spoke out with a light chuckled.

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Silka stood as she heard the scene in front of her. It appeared that the bandits were no more, and that even their leader had been taken out, and the man who did it had something to get back from him. She knew, someone always has a beef against any given bandit leader. She smiled at the fighting she had done. It had felt like an eternity sense she last fought anyone to the death. Hells, it felt like an eternity sense the last time she had shifted. She couldn’t risk man-spawn catching her and killing her. She could fight back and probably take out a few of them, but she didn’t feel like hurting those whom she had abandoned her Warren for.

She once again smiled and decided that she didn’t need to be shifted any longer. She was a distance away from anyone, so they wouldn’t be hurt, so she curled up in a ball, the same one she used for attacking, and laid on the ground. After a second, the same earth dome appeared around her. Man-Spawn didn’t know, but the glow of the dome help the key to transforming, and when turning back, the symbols were simply written backwards.

The dome suddenly broke open, shooting a few pieces and a white light. It was small, and it faded quickly, and left standing was SIlka in her human form. She was bloodied up, her feet and legs along with her hands had blood on them, remnants of her battles. She also had a small wound of her left side ribcage. Nothing too bad, but it would need to be rested and cleaned before she would battle again. The pain was dull, and it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.

Her hearing was decreased, but she could defiantly make out the groups heartbeat, and thus location. The groups seemed to have convened to celebrate, and she couldn’t really find a good way to go up to any of them. Three of them were together around the wounded one, and that left two others, one of whom was after some medallion.

She wished to check on the wounded girl, and she began to walk, her fur lying flat, and her head up, although she didn’t see anything. Her movement was careful, she couldn’t hear dead bodies or where their swords dropped, so she had to go off the smell of blood, which wasn’t much better. She shuffled over to the group, and stood near them, and the one with the strongest heart rate (Connor), as she found the one with the strongest heart rate was usually the leader of any group.

“You fought bandits to protect this settlement without regard to your own safety; you have earned the respect of Silka of The Pan Warren of Ylisse, Man-Spawn.” She said and bowed her head slightly, as she remembered her parents saying this was a sign of respect to man-spawn. “If your mission is to continue to fight off the Plegian Dogs, I wish to join your cause, man-spawn.” She said rather flatly. In her culture, if someone offered their assistance, you had to accept it if, unless they gave reason to not be trusted. Noticing that she still had on her battle face, she forced herself to give a small smile to assure she was friendly.

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Raymond breathed easy now that the battle was over. He hadn't expected to make it out without a scratch, of course, but the injuries that he had sustained were not going to make his job any easier. He tested his leg, making sure that it could hold his weight. Satisfied, he knelt beside the bandit leader's corpse, took hold of the medallion, and rolled him over, the blood pouring more freely now that it had gravity to help. He unclasped the item, and pocketed it before standing, and sheathed his blade.

He looked about, seeing each figure that had fought here and survived, now taking in as much as he could. The spearman, wearing light blue armor, the swordsman in olive drab, their female mage friend, now standing. The myrmidon that had saved his life, face covered by a hood. The tactician that had arrived late, wearing an impressive suit of armor. The Taguel... didn't really need anything to help cement herself into his mind, as he caught a glimpse of her as she broke out of the earthen dome that the Taguel transformed in. She looked like shit, but held herself high. Hell, after fighting like that, she deserved to.

He walked over to the group, hearing the taguel offer her services. 'Man-spawn'. He'd never liked that word. It was just as derogatory as cony was.

"Unless anyone here's got a mend staff on them, " Raymond said, "I know a Cleric back in town who can take a look at our wounds." He paused, then added, "Besides, the stench of blood and death'll drawing looters and animals. This place'll be crawling with 'em before long."

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“Sorry I’m late.” Raven said to Edge.

"Eh, it's all good. You showed up and we're all still alive to I'd call that a good day." Edge responded.

Connor looked over at Raven and nodded his head before letting out a breath of exhaustion and looking at the ground.

“You fought bandits to protect this settlement without regard to your own safety; you have earned the respect of Silka of The Pan Warren of Ylisse, Man-Spawn.”

Connor looked up to see a young woman with white eyes and severely abnormally long ears. His first thought was that they were some kind of strange and exotic accessory on her head, but he saw that they were in fact a part of her and he came to realize after a quick memory struck him from his younger days that she was a Taguel.

She bowed her head slightly.

“If your mission is to continue to fight off the Plegian Dogs, I wish to join your cause, man-spawn.”

Connor looked up and then stood up slowly, his muscles aching and his body not wanting to follow the order he gave it. Never the less, he made himself stand up and gave her a nod in return.

"Thanks, I guess." He said.

"Well, if you want to join I think it'd be great but it's actually not up to me." He said as he looked over to Edge who was still sprawled on the ground.

"Edge, what do you think?" He asked.

Edge brought his head up, but didn't get up completely because he was too tired with all the armor he was wearing to do so. Still, he gave a thumbs up.

"Sure thing. We could use all the help we can get." He said as he pushed himself up on his elbows.

"Silka, was it?" He asked.

"Welcome to the Grimsbane. My name is Edge and within the group I normally function as the brute force, though it looks like you'll give me a serious run for my money in that department... Among others." He joked.

"You've already become acquainted with Connor, and he's our point man and usually the first to engage enemies. I think the two of you will do well together on the front lines if you're not opposed to the idea. The one lying down next to me is Iris who's our magic expert, and Raven here is the tactician of the group. He's good with magic and the sword arts and is usually the one who plans our routes and strategies for enemy engagements."

Edge let his head fall back to the ground for a moment.

"Judging from your wound, Silka, I think we should take up the other guy on his offer to see a healer. We could all use the effects of a staff right now anyway. Those things work wonders on fatigue levels and for closing wounds enough to continue functioning in battle."

With that, Edge forced himself up to his feet with Raven helping him up as he looked to Silka and gave her a nod.

"I hate to ask, but could you carry Iris? She's in no condition to walk with the wound she suffered to her stomach and I am too exhausted to carry her myself. Do you mind?" He asked.

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Along a dirt trail on the Ylissean side of the Ylisse/Plegia border walked a young man in simple peasant clothes and a mage's robe. Despite the natural beauty of his surroundings and pleasant weather, he was in less than high spirits. After defending a village from marauding bandits for over a week, he had been driven out at the ends of torches and pitchforks after the mark of Grima had been discovered on his back. This young man was Cedric Blackmore: ex-Grimleal and dark mage.

The events of two days prior still weighed heavily on his mind, and amplified by the lack of sleep he had managed to achieve due to a burn on his right arm he had sustained from being clouted with a torch, and spending two nights sleeping on the ground; constantly waking up in the night after nightmares of being found by muggers, angry peasants, or worst of all: the Grimleal. He felt like screaming at the sky, like tearing down a tree with his magic, like hexing every idiot who had raised a pitchfork against him, but he knew that none of those would help him in the slightest. The only thing that would help him would be the removal of his brand, and that was impossible unless he peeled all the skin on his back off. At least it wasn't too far to the next village, and with any luck its inhabitants would be rather more hospitable.

Cedric continued to walk, whistling to himself in an attempt to raise his spirits, but to little avail. Still, he was beginning to appreciate his surroundings more; everything looked so alive and green; why was this place known as "the Red Carpet"?

Suddenly, Cedric felt something nudge against his boot. He looked down to see the head of a grizzled man in his thirties against his boot. It lacked body, but what it did have was a trail of blood behind it leading up the hill. This was probably why it was called "the Red Carpet". It was clear that the man had been killed recently, as his blood hadn't even started to separate yet. It was also clear that he had not been killed by a human, but by and animal. His head appeared to have been ripped off, most likely by fangs. Cedric would have to advance with caution, lest whatever was up the hill did the same to him. In one fluid movement, he tossed the head up in the air, pulled his Flux tome from his satchel, opened it, and with his free hand directed power from the tome into the airborne head. The space around the head shined a mixture of black and purple and then suddenly pulled itself in, causing the head to explode. The explosion was rather more forceful than Cedric had anticipated, causing a decent amount of blood to spatter over his clothes and face. He wiped the specks of blood from his face and looked around; there were bits of exploded head everywhere. While he felt that his power had increased, he also felt that he needed to take more care in directing it. With his Flux tome in hand, he advanced up the hill.

At the top of the hill was not the pack of ravenous wolves he was expecting, but a group of seven people, and almost forty corpses. Just as he was about to ready a spell, he noticed that the corpses were of bandits, almost certainly from Plegia. Cedric's fear was replaced with annoyance; had he arrived earlier he would have been able to assist the group in fighting off the bandits. How much use he would have been in such close combat, especially with his burn, was up for debate. Still, these were all people, none of them had gaping maws filled with razor-sharp fangs. Except for maybe one. Cedric quickly realised that one was a Taguel, and had probably been the one who had sent him the head.

It suddenly dawned on Cedric that he had been standing there for a while now, with blood-spattered clothes and a dark magic tome in hand; he hardly looked like a harmless commoner. They'd all noticed him by now, so it would make sense to make an introduction.
"Um... Hello?" was all that came out of his mouth.

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Raven let out a sigh as he helped Edge onto his feet. A bit heavy considering how tired he himself was but he managed just fine. So the Bunny wanted to join them? The idea was rather… interesting, yet Edge seemed to agree so who was he to complain. The idea of having to find a way to keep food up for another member sounded more like a chore if anything. None the less he have her a welcoming smile, a new way to strike against their enemies if anything. She seemed to be a bit bigheaded in the fight which could prove to be an issue when working with others. Though thinking back Edge was always the bigger issue to deal with considering his hot headed nature. If he could work around that he could work around this as well. Though in all honesty thinking of a good role for a… bunny, would require some thought. None the less he would have plenty of time to do that on the walk back to town.

Raven pulled out a map of the surrounding area, as he often did, and began planning out a route back. Normally he would say just go back the way they came but this was different. There were allot more of them than per usual, and there were more bandits this time than he was used to. It had him a bit on edge and he was worried about running into another group. He looked over the map silently as the rest of the group began to converse. Heading threw the forest a short and keeping the road to their left shoulder at all times would get them home, going by a zig zag pattern would slow progress but they would be harder to find. He was worried about Iris though, he wanted to get her back to normal as quickly as he could, He knew she should be fine but it was in his nature to worry and assume things are worse than they were, it was his job after all. It was unlikely they would run into much resistance once they hit the trees, or at least any opposition a group of this size couldn’t deal with even with the injured. A straight path threw the trees would have to do.

He folded up the map and let out a sigh, It was obvious troop movement, very predictable to anyone with a mind for this sort of thing, but these were bandits things were different. A new voice was then heard. He looked over to see a new person rather lean with dark blond hair. A large group of people they seemed to be gathering. He didn’t have time for more introductions; they were at the red carpet hardly the place to have a friendly chat. “All right every one routes planned out. Conor will take the lead fallowed by my as navigator. Frey will take the third spot, followed by Silka in the middle carrying Iris green hair over there should take fifth spot and Edge as rear guard.” He spoke out with an oddly loud and Confident voice. He turned his attention to the new man who appeared. “You’re welcome to join us but you stay in the back with Edge.” He put the map away and walked over to Conor awaiting the rest of the group to prepare to move.

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Silka turned her attention to the man who was actually in charge, a man named edge, 'Odd.' She thought as she turned to face the new man. She honestly thought the heart beat would be correct again, it almost always was. She listened to him say that she was welcomed and that her wound should be checked on as well. She didn't like the idea of willing accepting man-spawn help, but she knew she had to trust these people if she was to help Ylisse. She almost lashed out when he suggested she carry Iris, 'A proud Taguel carrying a mage like a horse!?' She yelled in her head. Another lesson put on by her parents, never let them ride you, it is demeaning.

Although, she had let some of her human friends when she was younger ride her, and they found it fun as well as her, but that was a long time ago. She let out a deep breath and began walking towards the heartbeat of the woman. However, a misplaced corpse had caught her foot, and she tripped, feel flat on her face. She got a huge case of embarrassment very quickly, and she got up just as quickly and started to kick the corpse, "Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! No heartbeat, no way to tell if it's around!" She yelled at the body and then turned back to her comrades, who would most likely be looking at her now. "Oh yea, I'm blind as a bat." She said coolly, as she was used to this. "Also, I doubt that city wants me around, so if you can find my cloak, I dropped it rushing into the battle. I can take Iris, but I'll have to be quick." She said and then transformed into the rabbit form.

She got up close to the woman and sniffed her. She seemed friendly, if somewhat weak, but Silka could respect her still. Instead of waiting for her to get on, Silka took her left paw and grabbed the girl and tossed her onto her back, sattle style. She laid her ears back, "Hold them, unless you wish to fall, Iris." She said flatly.

Once ready she noticed the heartbeat of a new member, 'Do all men-spawn find them like this?' She pondered to herself, before saying. "I am ready to travel, are you alright, Iris?" She made a note to herself to actually try and use the names of people she was traveling with. Most taguel she knew liked being called by their names, as did her few human friends, but any human she didn't like or know fell into the category of Man-Spawn. She already decided she didn't like Raven, too uptight, and his heartbeat was also the slowest in the group, and that was always a sign of underhandedness.

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Chapter 1: Fragility of Bonds


“All right every one routes planned out. Conor will take the lead fallowed by my as navigator. Frey will take the third spot, followed by Silka in the middle carrying Iris green hair over there should take fifth spot and Edge as rear guard... You’re welcome to join us but you stay in the back with Edge.”

Iris looked over at Edge and gave him a weak nod as Silka came over to her and suddenly flipped her onto her back. Iris cringed at the pain across her stomach, but put it to the side in favor of grabbing hold of Silka's ears as per her warning.

"Th-thank you Silka... I'm so sorry about all of this. If the cut had been vertical I could stand and walk on my own, but it's horizontal and cuts perpendicularly across my muscles rather than down their length which makes it hard to hold my body upright so I can't walk on my own." She said.

Edge walked up and patted Iris's shoulder as reassurance before turning to Raven.

"Alright guys, let's get out of here." He yelled out.

Connor took his position at the head of the group as he began walking back towards the nearby village. If there was a healer waiting for them, their talents would be much appreciated. Connor walked slowly enough for everyone to keep pace, but fast enough to allow them a decent clip. It was night and the grounds were bloody and littered with corpses. Along his route he called out stray bodies and other obstacles so that Silka would be able to judge where they were in relation to herself and be ready to step over them or kick them out of the way. It was not only for Silka's benefit though, it was for everyone's. With nightfall upon them and clouds in the skies blocking the moon the bodies were hard to see so Connor made sure everyone knew when he had found one.

Before long they were out of the area with bodies and on their way back to the village. It took about twenty to thirty minutes of walking, but they managed to make it back without further bandit encounters and Connor looked back to the others as he raised his sword to the sky.

"Alright everyone, we're here!" He called back.

Edge looked around and found the one who'd said he knew a healer and patted his shoulder.

"Alright, it's all you buddy. If you could, please take us to your healer friend. We could all use it." He said with a smile.

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Raymond winced as the Taguel tripped over a corpse. Being blind made sense, and the fall must've been embarrassing, but seeing it kick at the corpse made him glad that he was on their side. He didn't mind the addition of the Dark Mage into their group, though he was sure to keep an eye on him until they began marching. Then, he kept an eye on each side of their path, and a hand on his blade. It helped that Connor, the man at the head of their column, called out obstacles in their path.

Finally they reached town. Raymond felt a pat on his bad shoulder. He breathed sharply, and turned to see Edge. "Alright, it's all you buddy. If you could, please take us to your healer friend. We could all use it." Raymond nodded, and turned around, leading the group through the town, keeping one eye on the path, and one eye on the steeple of the church.

They passed through the town, and on the outskirts was the monastery. It was a moderately sized compound, with the gathering space empty. No mass was being held today, which was fortunate for them. He walked up to a collection of nuns tending to a garden under the light of some torches.

"Excuse me, sisters." He said politely. "Do you know where Sister Alexandria is?"
The nuns looked up to him, and smiled. "Ah, mister Raymond. Yes, she's with Father Armand, working on tomorrow night's sermon."
Raymond nodded. "Thank you, sister." He began moving again, this time heading for a small building attached to the main church building. He knocked on the door, and a voice called out from inside.
"Just a moment!" There was a scraping of a chair's legs against a wood floor, and the shuffle of footsteps. The sound of a bolt being released was soon followed by the opening of the door. Standing in the frame was a brown-haired, blue-eyed cleric. She was standing just an inch taller than Raymond, her hair down past her shoulders. She was wearing her normal attire: Brown leather pants, leather work-boots, and a simple white textile shirt. She wore a look of confusion for a moment, then Raymond's face registered in her mind.

"Ray!" She said, hugging the mercenary, throwing her arms over his shoulders, eliciting a sharp breath as pain registered in his mind. She broke the hug quickly. "Are you alright?" It was then that she noticed the people behind Raymond. She paled. "Father!" She called. "Get the staves! We've got injured!"
There was another sound of scraping, and another face, this one older, wrinkled, chin covered in stubble and head grey and sparse, appeared. "Raymond! Come in, bring your friends and come in!" He and Lexi moved aside, and Raymond motioned for the group to follow. He moved to the table where sermon notes were laid out, and Lexi and her father sat across from him.
"How-" The priest began.
"Most of us are fine." Raymond said. "A few injuries here and there. The girl mage needs attention first, the Taguel afterwards. We'll go from there."
Lexi nodded, and went off to grab a staff. The Father Armand remained for a moment.
"Did you... did you find it?" He asked.
Raymond reached into his pocket, and produced the medallion. "This what you were looking for?" He asked.
Armand took it carefully, and released a hidden latch on the side. The front of the medallion swung open, and the man's eyes lit up. "Th-thank you." He said, tears coming to his eyes. "You don't know how much this means to me."
"Believe me, I do." Raymond said, pulling out his mother's ring on the necklace he wore. "This is all I have left of my mother."

The man nodded, stood up, and went to help his granddaughter with the healing. Raymond put the necklace back under his shirt, and waited his turn for healing.

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As was promised by the one known as Raymond, Iris was tended to first. Sister Alexandria helped set Iris down on a small bench to lay her out straight as she carefully examined the wound on her stomach. Iris looked up at the sister for a moment and offered her a smile.

"I'm so sorry about the trouble..." She whispered, her skin pale and her voice weak.

As the sister tended to Iris, Edge and Connor sat down in chairs and watched her work. While Edge was the type to more appreciate the overall results of the work, Connor's eyes carefully studied the sister's movements and how she worked the staff. While he was never going to be one for healing, he was fascinated by how the staff functioned and about whether or not physical movement was ever needed or directly involved with how the healing took place.

Edge looked over and patted Connor's shoulder.

"You doing alright bud?" He asked.

Connor looked at him with a small smile.

"I'm a bit sore and my collar bone just missed being cut in half, but I think I'll be alright." He said as he looked down at his wound.

The axe had cut a bit deeper than he'd realized during the heat of the fight. The adrenaline had been enough to keep Connor's mind off the wound, but ever since the battle ended the pain had been flaring and he now knew why. Looking down at it, he could actually see that it had cut through all of the thin tissue covering the collar bone and had cut into the bone itself by about two millimeters or so. It was a painful reminder that his swordsmanship needed work, and so too did his practice fighting from the ground. Had he trained a bit more diligently in the art of fighting from the ground, he'd have been able to fend that attack off without taking any damage whatsoever. The rest of his soreness came from being knocked to the ground several times by the larger enemies which came his way.

"... Did I mention that I hate being thrown down into the ground?" He said to Edge.

Edge laughed a bit, patting Connor's non injured shoulder.

"Nah, but I know what you mean. In armor like this, it's not easy or fun being knocked to the ground and having to get back up again just to keep fighting. At least you don't have to worry about the heavy armor part eh?" Edge responded.

Connor chuckled a bit as he looked around to some of the newer faces and his eyes landed on Frey.

"Excuse me." He said, tapping Frey's right arm at the elbow to get his attention.

"So how did you come to be at the Red Carpet this evening?" He asked, hoping to break the ice and begin some proper introductions now that they were clear of danger for a while.

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Silka felt Iris’s heartbeat even better when she was onto of her. The closer someone was to her, the better she could hear everything. Even when walking to the city, which she dreaded, she was fascinated. Iris’s heartbeat was incredibly similar to her nephews, Vox. No matter what, everyone knew Vox was Silka’s favorite kid. He was only seven at the time the Warren had moved, and she missed having him around. Hearing her heartbeat brought that back, and she suddenly felt very protective of Iris.

When walking into the city, she held her head down, even though it was dark, due to fear of these settlements. She could still hear and smell everything in this town, from the tavern to the homes, and even the temple they found themselves at now. She followed her companions and enters the church, which thankfully had a big door. She let Iris off of her and transformed back into the human form.

She had never spent any time in temples of man-spawn, despite worshiping practically the same gods. She shrugged as Iris got her medical attention and everyone was settling in. The heartbeats around her told her that a couple of the members of the clergy were afraid of her, but most were busy. Eventually one approached her and a man asked her if she needed any healing. She agreed and listened to the muscles of the man who used some staff and her wound suddenly feeling better already. Before he ran off, she asked him for a cloak of some type. He seemed weary, but agreed.

Once she had it on, save for the hood, she wondered what it looked like, something she didn’t worry about too much. She sat down on the floor of the temple and listened to everything around her, wondering about her Warren. And in that moment, she actually gave a small prayer to Naga to protect her Warren.

Eventually, around three seconds later, she grew bored and stood up. She listened for Iris’s heartbeat, and found it rather quickly. She moved slowly, not sure what stood in her way, over to the girl. Once she reached around three feet away, she threw herself on the ground to where her head should be.

“I have a question for you, Iris.” She said somewhat quietly, “Do you mind telling me what this cloak I have on looks like. Something tells me it’s plain cotton, but I worry someday I’ll put on a cloak with ‘cony’ written on the back of it.” She finished, and actually smiled, not like when she wished to join the group, but genuinely, for her heartbeat seemed stronger, and again more similar to Vox’s.

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The first to reply to Cedric was the man with dark hair in dull, grey armour. Even then, it wasn't so much of a reply as it was a remark.
“You’re welcome to join us but you stay in the back with Edge.”
It had hardly been what Cedric had been expecting. The usual reply to the appearance of a strange dark mage was the brandishing of weapons, not an invitation to join a group. Strange as the prospect seemed, it wasn't unappealing, there was safety in numbers, and these people seemed to know the way to the village. Besides, he was interested in the Taguel. He'd read about them, and knew that most of them had left to Plegia since they thought that it would be the winning side. Cedric hoped with all his might that it wouldn't be, otherwise he would be burning at the stake. As the flames in his mind raced up his body, he felt his burn ache with an unpleasant, dull pain.

Before he could say anything, he was shuffled into a single file line and placed between the tall, stocky man with a lance and the slightly smaller, blond swordsman. From what he could tell from what the tactician had said, the big one was called Edge. Cedric continued to clutch his flux tome; it would not do to be caught off guard while marching. Still, he could always cower behind Edge's bulk.

The march was hardly comfortable; corpses littered the ground and everyone was moving too slowly thanks to their wounds. If Cedric had the opportunity he would have to come back here later; there were so many corpses upon which he could practice his hexes and necromancy, and everyone who had cared for them was dead, too.

They eventually reached their destination: a fairly bland and ordinary monastery. A nun came out to greet them and then directed them into the abbey. They came to another room, and a happy and tearful reunion between Raymond and two members of the clergy ensued. Something to do with amulets... They were quickly ushered in and sat down before the priest and his daughter hurried off to get staves.

As Cedric sat and waited, uneasiness crept into his mind. He didn't feel so comfortable in a church dedicated to Naga, even though his days as a Grimleal were behind him. After all, it had been followers of Naga who had chased him out of every settlement he had almost settled into. He could only hope that the clergy here were more understanding. Perhaps he would ask one of them some rather ambiguous questions later.

When the priest came to Cedric, he rolled up his sleeve to expose the burn.
"That burn is days old." the priest commented, "None of your companions have burn marks, and you don't have any incisions like they do."
"It's a long story." Cedric replied. He didn't feel comfortable lying, but he still had no intentions of telling the clergyman the truth.
The priest held a staff to Cedric's burn, causing a pale blue light to wash over it. It stung a little at first, but was replaced quickly by a feeling akin to that of clean, warm water. Cedric watched his skin regenerating to a healthy state as the blue light seeped into his arm, and sighed in relief; the burn would no longer impede him. He thanked the clergyman and lay back in his chair. Tonight, he would get to sleep in a bed, without having to worry about being murdered in his sleep by Grimleal.

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Raven had hung around the area only for a short time before slipping out. Everyone would be fine and he himself hadn’t even been hurt in combat, sure he was tiered from the long run but that was really it, something his body could take care of on his own. The only thing he really wanted now was something to drink. Not just water or juice, no no that was never good enough. Sure it could have taste but it never gave that sweet feeling that he good from good straight ale. So as he often did when the group was just lying around he went off to the pub. It would be no surprise to any of the grimsbane seeing as how it was common for him to invite them along. This was a special occasion of course seeing as how most seemed to need healing, they would catch up if they were coming if not well he could always find some random drinking buddy.

He took in a deep breath taking in that aroma of alcohol and the sound of those enjoying them self’s, oh how he missed it so. It was a crowded place which came as no surprise given the dangerous bored they were on. Rather happy group of people none the less and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Without a second thought he almost vanished with how quickly he moved over to the bar and slammed his hand on the table. “You’re best pint!” he let out with an excited and booming voice that only seemed to blend in with the loud crowd. He quickly paid the man and took his drinking taking a long gulp from it. It only took what seemed like a moment before the glass was empty and he soon found yet another pint in his hand.

Time went on and he continued to drink, while being friendly and enjoying the company of those around him. He noticed a group of solders apart of the crowd something that took him a moment to notice, surprising with how many there actually were. Seemed allot of people had been transferred to the border after he had left. He didn’t recognize any of them but that was fine with him. just like him they were drinking and enjoying them self, perhaps they just came back from bandit killing as well. What better way to celebrate than a song. Now Raven wasn’t really all that good at singing all though the song he thought of wasn’t really one that required good vocals. He approached the solders and slammed his cup down on the table and began singing a rather rallying song. It was something he had picked up during his time in the military and a song most everyone who had been a solder would know, even some patrons would have none it. A drinking song if ever there was one. First he was alone for the first verse but then one of the solders jumped in, then another and another, until not a single one was smiling and chanting the words along with them slamming there mugs into the table to help the beat. The loud pub was even louder as even some of the patrons joined into the music. The loud nonsense that was once the pub turned into a loud orchestra of a strangely organized song that could be heard threw the surrounding area.

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"Neither." Raymond said, reaching the group. "At least, not if you'll have Lexi and I as members. Quite honestly, I'm growing tired of mercenary work. Today... fighting for something other than money... it felt right. I'd like to keep going, to keep helping."

Lexi nodded. "I've done about all I can here, as well. I've already talked about it with my father on a few occasions, so he's fine with it, too. Besides, you guys won't be getting too far without a healer, anyways."

"So, will you take us?" Raymond asked.

“Well, as much fun as sparring would be, I’m afraid I’d probably lose control and kill who ever I fought, no offense, just my instinct. However, I am willing to have a hand to hand sparring session.”

She smiled big, the thought of fighting always made her happy, and she didn’t feel like holding back when shifted.

“As for whom I want to fight? I think I could take on anyone here pretty easily, but how about you Raymond? Feel like getting your ass kicked by a Taguel?”

Edge laughed heartily as he listened to the conversation unfold.

"Well look at that, we got a couple more wishing to join the Grimsbane eh? Well alright then, I won't say no. Your skills with a staff are not something that we come by very often, so having you around Alexandria would definitely be a plus." He said, looking to Raymond.

"So, your name is Raymond right? I think I heard someone mention it earlier but I'm typically bad with names so if I got it wrong then feel free to correct me. Anyway, if you want to join I'm open to it." He said, looking over at Connor who gave him a serious nod.

"Well... According to our sometimes too serious man, Connor, it's time to leave the village. Now that healing is done we need to be on the move. We all just finished a nice big fight and might still be a bit sore, but there's no rest for the weary and that includes us. We'll take a rest stop once we reach the border town of Philhal. It's only a few miles away and we know the innkeeper and we get rooms for free there thanks to past services rendered. So, gather up your stuff and let's get moving." He said as he turned towards the door.

Connor looked to Iris.

"You going to be alright on your own now?" He asked.

Iris nodded.

"I'll be fine so long as we take it slow for the first ten minutes or so. I think the magic of the healing staff is taking full effect now but I want to be doubly sure." She said quietly.

Connor nodded as he turned and started walking towards the door ahead of Edge who stopped to say goodbye to the Father before leaving. As Connor walked outside he felt a nip in the air which had come upon them all rather suddenly. It wasn't the kind of simple chill you got on a cold night either. He was no Taguel, but he didn't need to be to understand that there was a storm on its way.

"Keep close and cover up. We'll likely get rained on before we arrive!" He called back to everyone as he led them towards the pub to fetch Raven.

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"Wait! Take me with you! I promise that I'll be an asset; I've been studying magic for over a decade, and I'm capable of casting elder magics and hexes. I know you haven't seen me fight yet, but dark magic is capable of inflicting grievous wounds, especially against those ill-equipped to deal with mages. I've been fighting off Plegian bandits along the border for a while now, but safety in numbers, right?"

Edge and Connor both listened to the plea, and they looked to each other for a moment before Edge nodded. Connor remained silent, wary of a dark mage in their midst, but with Edge as the leader Connor could do nothing against his wish.

"Alright, then tag along and stay close!" Edge said loudly.

"Sheesh, we're rackin' up more members tonight than I ever expected to find in months worth of searching and recruitment advertising." Edge said to himself happily.

Connor was more wary of their situation than Edge was, but he hadn't seen anyone yet who made him raise his guard. The dark mage was a bit of a surprise, but otherwise he seemed genuine enough. Iris too was surprised at their new members, Silka especially, but she was happy to have some new friends and conversational companions.

Connor led them all to the pub and opened the door, and the sight horrified him. All of the singing and the volume of the music was something Connor was never very fond of. He liked music, but not when it became this loud and (in his opinion) obnoxious. He spotted Raven inside and looked over at Edge who gave him a sarcastic jerk of the head to go get him. Connor complied and walked inside and up to Raven, giving him a tap on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Time to go!" He shouted over the music.