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Impending Pursuit

Impending Pursuit

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The one in which the most dangerous game may occur.

11,174 readers have visited Impending Pursuit since The_Queen created it.

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"What is it like to fly? I wonder."

"Why don't we ask the birds?"

"The birds don't speak."

"Not yet, but one day, they will tell us their secrets."


Mankind had always been greedy. A constant want for things that they couldn't have, a constant need to conquer, to be the best and brightest in every field. Mankind wished for too much and stole even more. The pillaged lands, razed forests, leveled mountains, and when that wasn't enough they sought to conquer the sky.

Their thirst could never be quenched.

It created the First Impact, a disaster so large it effected the entirety of earth. The grassy planes became toxic waste lands and the waters polluted with death. Survival became priority, humans no longer resembled themselves. Those that cannot afford the cost of the sky ships remained on earth, those that could floated adrift in the skies above the wastelands on massive ships and slowly, the earth began to heal.

Those above remained untainted, their blood pure. They ruled over those still inhabiting the earth, but considered themselves generous. Once a year, those found eligible could be entered in the biggest competition on earth.

A dangerous showdown where only one could emerge victorious. Riches, fame, fortune, one could have it all.

A death trap, a dangerous game, a sinister story.

Only one month to win.





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There aren't many rules to apply to this game.

I merely require you to be literate to some degree and expect you to not use text talk in your replies. In OOC, it's fine to use whatever texting slang you'd like.

No Mary Sues, Gary Stues, or Godmods.

There is no order to replies and you can reply as many times as you'd like. I do request you not disappear off the face of the planet as soon as the role play begins.

As for mutants, you can pick whatever sort of species you'd like within reason. They can have cat tails or horns, they can be cyborgs, or have goat legs. There are simply no mythical creatures or super powers. You can have a weapon and it can be a gun, or some sort of made up futuristic weapon.

As for FC's, anime, manga, or video games only. I will not accept real people as FC's because it freaks me out.

As for my final rule, just be nice to each other. No need to cause drama or jump down someone's throat. I will be creating a Discord later and while it isn't a requirement, it would be nice if you could join.

If you'd like to play a human or administrator role, that does require some extra degree of plot planning and it'd be nice if you could DM me before applying.

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Wasteland

Wasteland by The_Queen

Where the nights are hot and the days even hotter.

Father

Father by The_Queen

Not Daddy

Fort Kate

Fort Kate by The_Queen

Fort Kate, a forty fort

The Tundra

The Tundra by The_Queen

Cold, cold, very cold

The Jungle

The Jungle by The_Queen

Trees, oh my

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Unexpected small victories, bar intrigue





Watching the Holovision on the soft chair she sat on, Qiqi watched with intrigue as she was watching the highlights of the game so far and her competitor Leo engaging in a bike fight with a female competitor. From what she glimpsed of him he seemed fit enough to handle himself, but he was also rather polite at the same time. But for all she knew it could have been an act and out there he could really let loose his nature. Most of the mutants competing had already shown no hesitation in killing each other with blade, bullet or any other means at their disposal.

However, watching the fight unfold she would be somewhat surprised at how resourceful her competitor was. Without using the rifle on his back to shoot her and looking like some sort of clown crawling on his bike he would pull out an eventual win by shutting down his pursuers Hovercycle leaving her in the dust. It was still unusual...At the end of that fight all that happened was just the expenditure of ammo but otherwise she would be up and at it just as soon as she could turn her transport on. What was that old man thinking of? With a sigh she would put a hand under her chin in thought. "What noble thinking...What kind of idiot goes into a competition of death only to not do any killing?...Maybe he has some deviant taste just waiting to be shown, or maybe he just has a soft spot for the opposite gender...Who knows..." She would ponder as she would raise her hand and request a simple and light drink.

She had an hour to basically pass, with the day wrapping up, the other managers no doubt discussing private affairs and how to add more suspense to their competitor's plight. Unlike them, she wanted to promote her business and after a few hours she already noticed an increase in her products popularity. And with her collaboration with Madame Rose she would see thing rocket up within the week. Of course, she did not put it past Madame Rose to sabotage Leo down the line for the prospect of shaking hands with other popular brands and brush it off as a humble mistake and that she could get another model next year.

That thought did not sit well with her. She was able to be a manager recently and the first moment was always the most important. The next time she could get some scraggly and skinny desperate mutant that would be virtually impossible to work her magic on. But for now, she would stay her hand for now. Once the game reached the halfway point, she would need to make her own moves as well as the stakes would be higher. She would get him to survive long enough, pull him out and it was going to be a win-win situation for her.

Her attention soon focused on the Holovision as she would see Leo and Ciara heading off to camp together. How...Interesting. An engineer and a natural killer. What she would not give to have her as a model. Looks like she had someone to speak to in the near future.

But with the day nearing its end, Qiqi would finish the last of her drink as she stretched a bit. She would look over some documents and get some sleep for the day. She had another long day once she woke up, but she wanted everything to go well.

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Hidden in the Sands

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27, 28, 29, 30. Still whirling around in search of its attacker, the nameless mutant collapsed to the ground, unconscious. After waiting a few more seconds just to be safe, Aster emerged from the shadows and stopped camouflaging, putting his sponsor’s uniform back on. Unless his target was bulky, the tranquilizer darts always took about 30 seconds to take effect. Judging from the average stature, the sleeping mutant would be out cold for at least a few hours, but he didn’t want to stick around in case this guy had friends.

Quickly searching the saddlebags on the mutant’s hoverbike, he found a pack of medical supplies with the logo of a pharmaceutical company he didn’t recognize, likely one of this mutant’s sponsors. This will come in handy, the last guy I robbed only had some water. Finding nothing else special in the bags, Aster took the kit and what food and water he had room for, and then turned back to the other mutant’s hoverbike. By bike, the first camp should only be an hour or two away, and I don’t want this guy getting there anytime soon. He didn’t see me, but he still might be able to figure out who attacked him if I’m still around by the time he gets there, so I need to do something with his bike.

Seeing no easy way to sabotage the hoverbike, the lizard thought of how to get rid of it. Burying it could work, but by the time he was done, the unconscious mutant might wake up. Despite having an average stature himself, Aster knew he couldn’t fight hand to hand with this guy and win. Suddenly, a small chuckle escaped his mouth as he remembered an old bedtime story his mother used to tell. In the story, there was something called a cowboy, and this cowboy was a human who fought against other humans. The actual details of the story weren’t what Aster was thinking about, however. Instead, he was remembering a part where one character slapped another’s horse (whatever that was) and the horse ran off, forcing the owner to chase it down. It gave him an idea…

Picking up the medical kit again, he rifled through it, hoping that it had what he was looking for. Gauze, no. Antiseptic wipes, no. Moving some bandages, he spotted it. “Medical tape.

Taking a long strip, he walked over to the other mutant’s hoverbike and taped the throttle all the way down. He walked it out of the ruined building they had taken shelter in and pointed it back in the direction of the start, before turning it on. With a high pitched whine, the machine started up, immediately hitting the scaly mutant in the leg as it bolted off across the sand. “Motherf- that hurt. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes Aster. You shoulda seen that coming.” Scolding himself for not standing back, he went inside and packed up the rest of his supplies, quickly getting on his own hoverbike and riding off to camp. If he got there before sunset, maybe he could grab supplies and move on before anyone noticed he was there.




A Brief Respite

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He had to give credit where credit was due, the camp was pretty impressive. There were several large tents dedicated to mess halls, showers, and supply storage, with smaller tents scattered about, probably for sleeping in. Spotting a collection of hoverbikes under guard, Aster walked his own over and locked it up. Pretty smart, having locks on the bikes to prevent sabotage, now I won’t have to keep an eye on it. Now, I need to snag some supplies, some food, and keep going. Looking to the west, the sun was getting close to the horizon. Any additional travel today would have to be done before it got dark, and he really didn’t want to sleep out in the open. What first, supplies or food? My manager said the supplies at the first camp wouldn’t be anything special, but it’s still first come first serve, and a lot of mutants have already come through here. His stomach grumbled, reminding him that he hadn’t gotten a chance to eat anything since noon. Food first, then.

Walking over to what looked like a serving line, he saw platters of a weird looking meal. “What is this?” he asked, not sure what to make of it.

What, have you never had pizza? Where are you from where you don’t have this stuff?” A tall, white feathered mutant commented, looking taken aback.

I’m from the Forest, and no, we never had this.” Aster picked up a slice, inspecting it for a moment before setting it on his plate. “What’s it made of?

Seeming to get over her shock, the mutant laughed before replying. “It’s tomatoes, cheese, and meat on some bread. It’s really good, I’ve only ever had it a few times before.” She grabbed several slices and motioned to follow her. “Come on, you’ve caught my eye. Let’s talk over dinner.

If she heard his protests, she ignored them. Who the hell does this bird brain think she is? Having no other choice, he grabbed another slice and rushed off after her. “Hey! Don’t just ignore me!

We can talk in my tent, I have something to ask you.” Reaching a small tent, she ducked inside and held the flap open for Aster.

Rolling his eyes, he stepped in. Inside the tent was a sleeping bag, some bags of what looked like the bird mutant’s supplies, and a crossbow. “I take it that’s your support item?” He said, motioning towards the crossbow as he sat down.

Yup, that’s her. She’s saved me more times than I can count.” The mutant patted the crossbow lovingly, earning a strange look from Aster. “The name’s Pidge. You’re Aster, right? I watched your interview, that was quite a show you put on. Didn’t know there were lizards that could change color like that.” She said, biting off nearly half a slice of pizza with her beak.

Thinking back on the interview, Aster cringed. He got caught up in the spotlight and ended up showing off more than he planned to, and judging by Pidge’s comment, more than a few of his fellow competitors had noticed. So much for the element of surprise. “Yeah, it’s uncommon even among lizardfolk. Speaking of colors, I can’t imagine that white plumage is doing you any favors out here.

Pidge shrugged and gestured with pizza in hand to the crossbow. “Nah, but I can hold my own when things get dicey. It’s the non-combat that I’m worried about.” She devoured the last of the slice she was holding before continuing. “You see, I’m a snowy owl. My excellent sight and hearing make hunting a cinch, but that’s about all I’m good at. This round, I don’t have to worry about hunting for food, since they’re providing us with the miracle of ‘Za.” She paused, taking another huge bite out of a slice. “Howeber, da nex round will pwobably be diffewent.

Aster saw where this was going, and he wasn’t sure he liked it. “So you figured you’d find someone who would ally with you and increase your chances of surviving, by promising them plenty of fresh meat in the next round.” She had a point, food would likely be in short supply next round if it wasn’t provided at camps like this one. Not only that, but with no idea where or what the round would be, having someone who could fight could mean the difference between living to the next round and dying a painful death. Still, the fact that she would stick out like a sore thumb would be a big disadvantage. “I don’t doubt your skills, but I’m trying to go unnoticed. You don’t exactly blend in.

True, but I’d argue my benefits outweigh my disadvantages, wouldn’t you agree? I don’t mean to offend, but you don’t look like the fighting type.” She smirked, sizing Aster up. “Besides, it doesn’t have to be a permanent thing. Come the third and fourth games, I imagine one of us will be dead anyways.

She was better at combat, and she could see and hear much better than he could. He had to admit, an alliance early on could save his life. Plus, if I need to betray her, all I need to do is use a dart or poison her food. Still, something didn’t seem right. “I don’t trust a deal only one side benefits from. What do you get out of this?

Well, I know the Forest is a super dangerous place, but you don’t look overly worse for wear. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re pretty good at surviving. You’d have to be in order to stay alive there. I can use your survival skills, and you can use my hunting skills, that’s what’s in it for me. So, wanna team up?” Finishing the last of her pizza, Pidge stared at Aster, waiting for an answer.

Aster was hesitant, but he knew that he’d likely need her help next round. “I’m planning on grabbing some supplies and leaving right away. You okay with that?

Works for me. I got here this morning, so I already have my stuff ready.

Alright. Allies it is.” With that, the two mutants walked out of Pidge’s tent and over to the supplies, restocking their rations and water. That can’t be all she wants, can it? There’s got to be something she isn’t letting on about. They made small talk as they unlocked their hoverbikes and grabbed the next marker. This is too convenient to be the full story.

Why couldn’t he shake the feeling that this would be a terrible mistake?

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They rolled into camp on tired limbs and dust-covered hover bikes. The parking was plentiful, an indication that more had died, or that there were others still making their way across the sun-scorched landscape to the safety of the neutral zone; the second camp. Jax dusted off his clothes as he stepped off his bike, removing his goggles and shaking out his hair. Thorne stretched, the two of them having been hit by a dust storm a few minutes outside of the camp.

"I'm gonna look for a tent to put our stuff in," Thorne opted, turning away from him, perhaps needing a few moments alone. Jax nodded, "I'll get us some food and something for that scratch," it was minor, but Throne's scratch from their encounter with the archer still needed treatment. Thorne rolled her eyes, but waved. "I'll be fine," she insisted, sauntering off.

Jax headed in the opposite direction, in the direction the sign with the big red cross pointed. He was lost in thought, attempting to take a mental stock of their remaining supplies and what he would need to replenish their bags.

On approaching the medical tent, Jax caught sight of a familiar face. White horns, black hair, and unmistakable red eyes—it was Boqin, alive and kicking. Jax had brought the man back from the precipice of death, and though his movements were rigid from pain, he was upright and lucid. It would have been difficult not to take some pride in that.

Gathering medical supplies into a small basket, Boqin did his best to guess what would help. Human medicine was beyond his understanding, and his herbs from home were notably absent from the pharmacy.

Jax ducked into the medical tent and paused, wiping his eyes in case there was sand in them. Could it be?

"Boqin," he grinned slowly. "What a surprise," Of course, Jax would not mention why this occasion was surprising. He had not expected Boqin to make it through that evening, much less to the next camp. The little fish must have nursed him, because stars only know that the wolf was no nurse.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, reaching to grab a pack of gauze that was on the shelf above Boqin's head.

The mutant turned slowly, trying not to twist his body and pull at his wounds. His gaze went from stern to soft, and he bowed his head in greeting.

"As though I have been stabbed and tormented," he answered bluntly. "Yet I remain," he added, "thanks to your care."

He looked the leopard doctor up and down, evaluating his mood. "How have you and your company fared? Is the winged one still with us?"

"Alive is all we can hope for in a place like this." He clapped Boqin softly on the shoulder, "I'm glad to see you still around and kicking." His smile fell a bit when Boqin inquired of Ten. "No... she... didn't make it past the first camp." He spoke quietly, recalling Thorne's wails of distress.

The screams of the remaining were something that would never leave him. Jax would do his best, but he could not save everyone.

Boqin grunted in pain, but stood firm, accepting the gesture and listening closely. "I see. My condolences," he answered, shutting his eyes for a moment of silence. When he opened them, some of his initial stoicism had returned.

"We will not be in camp long. But if you will permit it, we all ought to share a meal before departure," Boqin suggested.

Jax had not known Ten for long. Coming into this game, he had not expected to grow close to any of the competitors, but when she and Thorne propositioned him for help, he could not turn them down. It was his own fault for allowing his feelings to get the better of him. Jax would not make that mistake again. He was here to free his sisters and that was it.

"Thank you," but Jax still appreciated his words.

"I'll suggest it to Thorne, I'm not sure if she'll be up for it." He looked at the basket of items Boqin had gathered and frowned. "Does someone on your team have a cold? That's an antiviral." Unless Boqin was gathering supplies just in case?

Boqin picked up the bottle, turning it over. "I...am in unknown territory. The medicines I am familiar with are absent." He set it back where he found it, then asked, "What is your recommendation?"

"What are your symptoms?" Jax asked, his ears pulling forward, he had gone into doctor-mode. "An antiviral is good if you have things like a cough or a sore throat. They can't do much for pain."

"Pain everywhere, felt most acutely at the chest. Shortness of breath, sluggish movement, weakness of my limbs... I need to feel strong and energized for the next leg of our journey, if it is possible; I sense bad omens." Boqin rubbed at the shoulder that Jax clasped earlier. "Spare not the whip, if you catch my meaning. We are in a game of life and death, after all."

Jax nodded, "They're pretty well stocked here, so let's see what we can give you." With his original reason for coming here forgotten, Jax got to work. "Antibiotics won't do you any good, because they'll make you feel sluggish. Antibiotic cream on the other hand, is localized and topical, so it'll be good to apply to your wound. Here, acetaminophen is a fever reducer, but it also works to keep the pain at bay. Anything stronger than that risks knocking you out. Ibuprofen could work, but it's a blood thinner and because you suffered a hemorrhage, you want to stay away from blood thinners. I would still take it with you, but only take one if necessary. No medication can really offer you energy, except maybe Vitamin C, but they don't have that here."

Boqin nodded, gathering the medicines suggested to him. But he sensed there may have been more that could be done. The Games were not subject to the same medical restraint and regulation that was afforded humans, since all the medicine was for mutants, who were considered lesser beings.

"There is a plant that grows near to the corrupted forest floor...it sharpens the eyes, stiffens the body, quickens the heart...I have seen men on the verge of death consume its leaves and decimate a village. Do humans have medicine like that?"

Jax quieted for a moment in thought. He had heard of humans consuming a drug like that for pleasure, but he did not know if it was lab grown, or natural. "There is something called angel dust, but I doubt we have access to that here, since even for humans, it's pretty expensive." Jax shifted through the shelves, "Energy drinks might help with the fatigue..." he trailed off, murmuring in thought. "What you're looking for is a stimulant, I think."

Jax shifted through the shelves, sifting through medication boxes and bottles before settling on something. "Guarana," Jax reached for the box. "This is good for energy and focus. It has a bit of a bad rap and I'm not sure if it'll give you the strength of ten men, but it might be what you're looking for."

Boqin examined a few bottles in an attempt to help, but contributed little, as what he was looking for wasn't there - at least not in a form he would recognize. When Jax found something similar, he stepped over to him and hummed in thought.

"Perhaps it is not the same plant...but if it will help, I must make use of every advantage available to me for survival. I do not doubt these medicinal tents were designed to advantage those with knowledge. I am grateful for your aid."

Jax nodded, "What sort of doctor would I be if I just let my patient live in pain?" He was glad that his knowledge was useful here, at least. "All of these are safe to take together and don't interact with each other, just make sure you only take them 1-2 times per day. Except the guarana, that should only be taken once. It'll make your heart race, if you aren't used to the feeling, but it'll give you plenty of energy." It was a common stimulant found in energy-giving drinks that both humans and mutants in the dead cities consumed. The first time Jax had drunk something with guarana in it, he had thought his heart was going to explode out of his chest.

Boqin showed Jax a rare smile, bowing his head again in gratitude. "I will reserve it for times of crisis," he resolved, placing it in his basket.

As if suddenly remembering why he had come to the tent in the first place, Jax turned back to the shelf to replenish his own stock. "Good and only once a day. Knowing your team, you might need it more than one time this round." His tail flicked and he grinned. "I'll let you know about dinner. What tent are you staying in?"

"Tent 16," he answered. "Thank you again," he said with one last bow. "I look forward to it if it can be arranged."

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Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.

The holo-clock on the wall counted the hour. There was a robe haphazardly draped across her shoulders, dragging along the tiled floor, which was cold against her bare feet. The artificial sun that signaled daylight on the ship would rise any minute now, but Kore had hardly spent a moment resting since her return from Mother. How could she? When she had nearly been made the laughingstock of a party. Kore had almost played right into the Governor's hands.

As soon as the announcement had been made that she and Yeqon were an official couple, the tabloids had been abuzz. Even now, there were cams and fotors hovering just outside of her door, waiting to snag a photo after Yeqon had escorted her back to her apartment last night. Perhaps they were eager to see if he would exit this morning, slightly disheveled and wearing something other than a stoic expression. They would be disappointed. Yeqon had not spent the night, although the rumors would begin to spin otherwise.

It was a few more minutes before Kore's nerves unwound themselves long enough for her to pour a glass of water and splay herself on the couch. She watched the stars tiptoe across the space-scape, the lights in her apartment remaining dim while outside, the wake up music began to play in the main halls, alerting workers to their shift changes and maintenance mutants to go back to their grimy apartments on the sub-levels.

Slowly, Kore's eyelids drooped. Fighting sleep became a fruitless effort. She tired of her own thoughts and her mind began to quiet. "It won't be long," Kore whispered, promising that she would only rest her eyes. However, the next thing she knew, Mimi was standing over her, with a drink and vitamins in hand. "Did you enjoy yourself a bit too much last night?" Mimi asked, her brows waggling suggestively. Kore could understand the assumption, she looked verklempt. What with her disheveled hair and her robe that was hanging half off of her shoulders. "Maybe," Kore replied with a thin smile, reaching for her vitamins and the drink in Mimi's hands.

"Luckily, most of your schedule is clear for today." Mimi assured her, "Although, the press are dying for a word with you and quiet frankly, so am I."

"Well, you have my ears. What are your words?" Kore asked, tossing the pills into the back of her throat and washing them down quickly. "Did you and Yeqon... you know?" Mimi held one finger up and on her other hand, made two fingers into an O, then moved them suggestively together.

"Mimi!" Kore's cheeks turned pink. While some had theorized that Kore had slept around to get into the position she was in today, they would be wrong. Unlike some humans who easily indulged in coitus and drugs to elevate their moods, Kore was much stricter with herself. She had to be, if she wanted to maintain her upstanding image. However, she was not against using her feminine charms on the occasion to get what she needed, but never that far. "For your information, no, Yeqon only dropped me off last night and left right after." Kore stretched her arms above her head and rose. She needed to get ready, the Overseers would suspect something was wrong if she wasn't there for the morning meeting.

Her office was mercifully quiet. Kore was rarely afforded the luxury of privacy and while she was aware that even now, she was being watched through security cams in the ceiling, it was peaceful. Her apartment had become a place for fotors to flock. Here, they would need access to so much as enter the hallway.

On one wall, a holo display would flicker through the cameras, showing the Games, the fights, and the second camp. By now, all of the living competitors had reached it. "Soon," Kore murmured to herself, a reminder that the first Game was now halfway done. Soon, the first one would be over and she would need to make haste in securing the final preparations for the second Game. Even now, Kore was working on it, filling out permits for the structures she needed built and coordinating with the suppliers on the grounds. This next Game would be like nothing they had ever seen, the hunters would quickly realize that they were no longer at the top of the food chain and they would have much more than competitors to worry about.

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Lingering all around the trio was the smell of the Wastes, a dry scent of sand with the sting of an open oven. That sand permeated every crevice that touched air, and some that didn't; the longer one remained out in the open, the more prickly every movement became. Mounted on their hoverbikes, they were spared the discomfort of having to walk, but not the relentless scorching heat.

But above the scent of sand rose an acrid odor, a stench just over the next dune. Scout, upon detecting it, perked her ears upright, her tail flagging with excitement.

"Ljilja," she called, "let me take point."

Curious but compliant, Ljilja dipped behind Boqin to make room for her at the front.

"What is happening?" she asked.

"Smell a rat," she proclaimed, practically salivating at the opportunity to seize upon one of the rodent mutants to loot from their stash.

Boqin, unlike Scout, was far from itching for a fight. Yet even he could not deny that the potential to bolster their medical supplies would be worth the effort. He kept silent, not holding much faith that he could dissuade her from a pursuit even if he tried.

Ljilja was less easily persuaded. "Why is...? We are headed to next camp, yes?" she inquired.

"Yeah, but I caught those rat mutants stealing supplies. They're an easy target, plenty of stuff to take," she reasoned. In her mind, it was simple.

"We...won't have to kill anybody, yes?" Ljilja meekly asked.

"No, probably not," Scout answered. She sniffed the air to pinpoint the precise direction of the smell, then sped along toward it, beginning to put distance between herself and the rest of the group.

"Probably...?" Ljilja murmured, but the wolf was already too far to hear.

Scout rushed to the top of the dune's crest, peeking up over the edge to get a better view, wagging her tail like an eager puppy. She trained her eyes on the source of the odor, sniffing again with the wind working in her favor.

Almost immediately her joy curdled.

She saw her target, indeed, but not as she expected to find it. It was, near as she could tell, one of the rats, as expected. However, it was not alone. Nor was it...whole.

Two girls stood off to the side, one turned away and the other covering her mouth to keep from vomiting. The third girl, a cyan-haired aquatic with a skeletal tiara, was cleaving bone from flesh with razor-sharp teeth. But she paused, noticing that she was being watched.

She turned toward Scout's figure on the top of the dune, raising her head and scowling in her direction. Viscera dripped from her lips as her pupils dilated, and she bared her teeth. A warning from predator to predator: Leave, or you're next.

Scout's tail stood upright, and she abruptly turned the bike around to stop the path of her companions.

"Go back. We're going around," Scout ominously declared.

Behind her, Ljilja slowed in her steps just a few feet from cresting the peak, and she blinked in confusion. She could tell Scout did not like what she saw, but she had no clue what it was. "What? What happened?" she asked, curious about Scout's sudden disinterest.

Scout sat upright to block Ljilja from somehow seeing over the edge. She remained in the way, unmoving. "Someone else got to them first."

Instantly, Ljilja stopped trying to get a peek. She backed away from the dune, simply muttering a small "Oh."

Boqin turned his bike off to the side and changed subjects. "We are close to second camp. We should move."

Scout nodded and, once assured Ljilja was not going anywhere near the top of the dune, took the lead once more on her hoverbike.



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"Your turn!" declared Ljilja, clutching a green bottle of liquid to her chest and stepping toward Scout, whose thoughts had wandered elsewhere.

After a moment, Scout nodded her assent, letting Ljilja approach. Her ears drooped to the sides when Ljilja poured cold shampoo over the top of her head, but they perked back up when the aquatic mutant began to scrub it into her hair and use her dainty fingers to work out the knots. She reached back to grab her tail and restrain it with her hands.

Satisfied with her work, Ljilja moved on to the conditioner, none the wiser of Scout's roaming mind. It was probably for the best that she did not know what went through the mind of her wolfish companion. For if she did...

"Can I do your tail and back, too?"

"I guess; why do you want to, though?"

"Because it makes you feel good."

...would she still see her the same way?



Concluding with a shoulder massage and a long hug, Ljilja stepped away. Scout felt suddenly chilled by her lack of presence, as if she had briefly grown accustomed to it.

"Hard to imagine the third camp will have even better showers, huh?" Scout remarked, trying to mask her reaction with small talk.

Idly combing Scout's tail with her fingers, Ljilja replied, "I hope there will be doctors there, for Boqin."

One of Scout's ears flopped over to the side. "Maybe," she answered. With the same sort of dispassionate tone, she admitted, "He told me that he loved me."

At this, Ljilja wriggled with excitement. It clearly meant much more to her. "That's great!" she exclaimed. But, releasing her tail and leaning in closer, she inquired more quietly, "...do you like him back?"

Scout let her tail drop to the floor with a resounding slap. "No," she answered quickly. "And how is that great?"

Ljilja squeaked, hit with the splash from Scout's tail. "Moj tata says it is harder for boys to say they like someone. That it means more when they do." Quickly, she wrangled Scout's tail back into her grip and did her best to pet it into submission. "...why don't you like him?"

The wolf could only shrug. "I dunno," she softly admitted.

Ljilja hummed in thought as she finally rinsed Scout clean. Then, she hugged her. "It is okay," she concluded, "it is better not to force it."

Once it seemed that the little blue mutant was finished with her work, Scout stood and gently patted Ljilja's head in thanks. She received a warm grin in response, and the two dried off and redonned their freshly-laundered uniforms at the changing area.

"We should check on Boqin," Scout suggested. "Ready to go?"

Ljilja eagerly nodded and left the showers with Scout, re-entering the camp side-by-side.

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The high pitched whine of Aster’s hoverbike engine had never been a pleasant sound, but with two bikes it was even worse. Pidge didn’t seem to notice for some reason, was part of her abilities as a snowy owl? There were a lot of things he didn’t understand about her species. Unbothered as she may have been, he could tell she was getting tired, the same as him. They had been at it all night, going full throttle towards the second camp in the hopes of lessening the gap between them and the other competitors.

Just then, Pidge motioned at Aster, then pointed in the direction of some hills. He didn’t see anything, but she must have spotted shelter of some kind. Turning towards the direction she pointed, the two of them rode for another minute or so before Aster saw it. A small cave opening from the looks of it, and fairly hidden unless you were looking for it. How the hell did she spot this from that far away?

As the two of them neared the entrance, they slowed to a stop and dismounted their hoverbikes, turning them off. “We can stay here after we make sure nobody else is too. I’ve got the better eyesight so stay behind me.” Pidge whispered, raising her crossbow in front of her. The two entered the cave and quickly searched it, finding that while it was small and unoccupied, there were signs that somebody had been there, and left in a hurry. It was dark, but they could see there were a few supplies scattered around a darker spot, which Aster assumed was where the last resident had lit a fire.

Looks like you weren’t the only one to find this place.” Aster bent down and touched the ground, his hand coming away covered in ash. “They’re cold, but we should keep watch in case whoever was here last comes back for their stuff.

If they come back at all. Most of this stuff looks like it’s empty or used.” Pidge tossed aside an empty MRE packet, picking up a heavy looking pan. “Can’t blame them for leaving this pan behind, it weighs almost as much as my crossbow. This would have been a pain to lug around, why would they grab this in the first place?

Aster shrugged as he moved back towards the entrance to bring their hoverbikes inside. “If it’s that heavy, it’s probably cast iron. I don’t know about where you’re from but cast iron stuff is pretty expensive back in the forest. Maybe a sponsor gave it to them?” Leading the bikes back inside, he dug through his pack to find a basic fire starter he grabbed at the first camp. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t do so well when it’s cold, and if someone ambushes us and I’m sluggish, you’d be on your own to defend us. We’re gonna have to risk a small fire. Could you go grab something to burn? I think I saw some decent bushes on our way in.

Pidge seemed to consider what he said for a moment, as if filing away that information for later use. “Sure. I could probably nail them by myself, but two fighters is better than one.” Aster waited until she was out of the cave to pull out his dart kit. Taking inventory, he had supplies to make around 18 more darts. He needed to be more selective with who he used them on, or else he’d run out before even reaching the second game. Hopefully one of the camps would have something he could use. A loud clattering sound came from behind Aster, causing him to panic and shift colors to match the darkness of the cave walls. Turning around, he saw Pidge laughing her ass off.

What the hell, man? Next time you do that, you’re getting a knife in your face.” Aster scolded, putting on a friendly air. In reality, he was concerned, thinking back on her words at the first camp. NOBODY sneaks up on me, but she managed to do exactly that with her hands full. Come the third or fourth games, if she catches me by surprise, I’m fucked.

Sorry, I just-” She wheezed, catching her breath from laughing so hard. “I couldn’t resist! You were so focused on that thing, and I’m pretty quiet when I want to be. What is that, anyway?” She peered over Aster’s shoulder, trying to get a better look at it.

It’s my item, an herb bag.” If he just said it was nothing, she’d see right through him. If he gave her half the truth though… “With the right plants mixed in the right portions, I can make certain antidotes and tranquilizers. I was taking inventory, I’ve used some tranquilizers to rob people on the road.

Huh, sounds complicated, which is boring. I prefer to just kill people. Dead people don’t want their stuff back.” She took her crossbow off and sat against the wall, looking expectantly at Aster. “Well? You’re the survival expert, so expertly survive us a fire.




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What’ll they have at the second camp?” Pidge crowed, clearly bored as she lay on the cave floor. “I hope they have pizza again, I love pizza.

That sounds like a very good question for the people who run this show, of which I am not a part.” Aster tiredly responded, staring at the cast iron pan sitting in the middle of the fire they had built. Scratch that, the fire that he had built.

Yeah no shit sherlock, and what’s the pan for anyway?” She sat up and looked at him, exasperated.

He gave her a weird look. “What’s a sherlock?” She moved to answer when he held up his hand. “You know what, I don’t want to know. To answer your question, the pan is filled with the charcoal from the fire the last guy left behind.

Pidge returned the weird look tenfold. “Okayyy, why would you heat up some charcoal? Are you high? Did you take some uh, special herbs from your little kit? Can I have some?

No! I don’t-” Aster sighed, rubbing his brow with his scaly hand. Mother give me strength, this bird brain is gonna be the death of me. He wrapped some spare cloth around his hand before grabbing the pan, taking it out of the fire and setting it aside before responding. “I’m activating the charcoal, that’s why I’m heating it up. Activated charcoal can bond with certain toxic substances, neutralizing them in the body.

Okay but like in english?

Aster put on a mocking baby voice. “Poison bad. Charcoal hug poison so poison can’t be meanie to organs. Organs live. You live. That simple enough for you?

Yup! See, was that so hard?” Pidge snickered and laid back down. “Anyways, while you play with your ashes, I’m gonna get some sleep. I’m assuming once we get to the second camp you want to move out right away again. Never wanna stay in one place for too long, huh?

At least the pretty bird is smart.” Aster muttered to himself. Before he could process what was happening, his throat was pinned down to the cave floor, Pidge’s talons threatening to draw blood.

A visceral growl escaped her, her face contorted in anger and…fear? “Don’t. Fucking. Call. Me. Pretty. Bird.” She looked as if she were about to rip him apart, but after a moment she let him go and laid back down. “Not if you want to keep your blood inside you.

Sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.” Aster rubbed his throat, going back to the ashes. Note to self, no more pretty bird. Why does that phrase get such a reaction out of her? Pidge was turned away from him, clearly pretending to have gone to sleep. He’ll have to tip toe around her tomorrow. Until then, all he could do was finish up and get some rest himself.

Tomorrow would be interesting.

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Justifying their venture to the food tent as a means of locating Boqin, the duo did nonetheless find him at a table, munching on leafy greens and some sort of meat. Though he was always pale, he at least now had recovered some of his former strength, and was sitting upright, no longer in crippling pain. No doubt he had been visited by the pantherine doctor.

Pointing him out to Scout, Ljilja smiled in his direction and murmured, "There he is. He's looking better today."

Scout's gaze followed hers until she spotted him. Briefly, she wondered why she had not smelled him, but he had probably showered and thus rid himself of the sting of blood and hot decay that she had began to associate with his scent.

"Better than yesterday," she agreed.

Together, the two approached the counter and asked for their portions of food. In comparison to the last camp, there were now more food options to competitors. Ljilja asked for and received a bowl of stew, and Scout built her plate bland and sparse, with naught more than a few rolls on it.

Once they reached their seats—away from Boqin, assuming he preferred to eat alone—Ljilja once more approached the counter, this time to ask for hot chocolate and cookies. Surprisingly, she did not return empty-handed. She held a tray topped with plain biscuits and cups of rehydrated hot cocoa, and she brought them back to their table.

Scout had been struggling to hold down the roll she had just swallowed, her nausea overwhelming her. But on Ljilja's return, she recomposed herself, perking up her ears at the scent of the treats she bore.

"They really had it?" Scout asked rhetorically, reaching for a cup and tentatively taking a sip. Her tail began to wag behind her; even if her expression mostly remained the same, it was a dead giveaway for her internal joy.

"Mm-hmm!" Ljilja confirmed. She settled down and filled herself up on stew, taking the occasional sip of hot cocoa and bits of biscuit in between. It was a strange combination, but Ljilja had become accustomed to strange flavor combinations over the years.

Scout, for her part, had barely touched her food. The hot chocolate was about as much as she could manage, and even that felt like warm cement in her stomach. She pushed her plate of food away, to focus on the biscuits and cocoa.

"Are you not hungry?" she asked. Such a thing would be strange behavior for Scout.

Scout shook her head dismissively, trying to prevent Ljilja from becoming concerned. "'S not that," she answered, "just...'s kinda overwhelming here."

Ljilja looked around at the other competitors in the dining area, then to Scout. She did not understand, but there were many things she did not understand about the way Scout perceived the world.

"Should we go to the tent, then?" she asked.

After a confirmation nod from Scout, the two stood up again. Ljilja stacked the mugs and biscuits back in their places on the tray, then carried it with her. Surely, she reasoned, she would not want to be without them.



After returning to their tent and finishing off their treats, Scout noticed Ljilja cuddling up to her where they sat on the cot. They had chosen to sit together while they finished eating their snacks, but Ljilja kept drawing closer and closer.

"Tent's plenty big, there's enough room..." she murmured, trying to imply without offense. But Scout could never imagine saying something like 'get away' to Ljilja, even if she was uncomfortable.

"But close is better," Ljilja insisted.

'Better?' Where Scout had grown up, personal space was a sign of respect. It was constantly demanded and insisted upon as a practical ward against harm. And yet Ljilja insisted on going without it...because it was 'better'?

There was a long pause before Scout replied, "Alright."

Ljilja gleefully closed the gap, leaning against the wolfgirl. It made Scout stiffen up, but she took the countermeasure of drinking more hot chocolate as a distraction.

Between sips, Scout asked, "Is this...normal where you're from?"

Ljilja nodded emphatically. "Yes! We have a saying, something like...'Fish together, badness away...we together, sadness away.'" She rubbed her head against Scout's arm and smiled. "It is hard to stay sad like this."

Scout glanced at her, pondering her words. "Are you sad? ...do you regret coming here?"

Humming in thought, Ljilja answered, "It is scary...and I worry, for you and for Boqin, but...I am not sad. For me it ends at the finish line, and that is not so far away."

"You should worry about yourself, too, you know. It's not unusual for teammates to betray each other."

Ljilja shook her head no with conviction. "You would never do that to me. So we should stay close," she insisted. Then, she latched onto Scout's arm, hugging it near.

Scout stiffened up again, but agreed. "No, I couldn't bring myself to hurt you," she assured her.

Ljilja grinned and reached up with one of her hands, beginning to pet Scout's ears, which relaxed and drooped in response. So easily had Ljilja wriggled in to Scout's life that even a gesture such as this, once unthinkable, had come to be accepted.

What would happen after they reached the finish line?

Scout set her mug down on the floor and lay down on the cot. Ljilja did the same, shuffling up behind her and hugging her, burying her face between her shoulderblades.

With a shiver, Scout's tail went completely stiff. This, perhaps, was too much too soon. "Ljilja..." she muttered through her teeth, "You're...a bit close."

"That's the idea!" Ljilja exclaimed under her breath.

Scout sighed. She would likely not sleep tonight like this, but she couldn't bring herself to push Ljilja away. No matter; she would simply have to slip away when the fish had fallen asleep.

"Try to get some rest," she finally said, accepting her fate.

Ljilja squeezed her close before complying.

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Upon the slowing of Ljilja's breathing, Scout crept further and further away, hoping not to disturb the little fish's slumber. It was a process that took some moments, but found eventual success. She stood and brushed herself off, slipping free from the tent, nearly bumping right into Boqin. She eyed him with confusion and mild offense before recognizing him, after which her gaze softened.

"You should be resting," she said softly so as not to disturb Ljilja sleeping behind him. Her eyes flitted knowingly to the wound on his abdomen, then back up to meet his red-slitted gaze.

"As should you," he murmured. Glancing at the tent and supposing Ljilja was asleep, he motioned away with his head, inviting Scout for a walk.

Wordlessly, Scout grabbed her boots and joined him.



They spent the walk largely in silence. It was only after they settled upon a small bench together that they began considering speech, but any words they were thinking of saying were stolen away by the raw beauty of the desert sunset. The sun's scattered rays colored everything in hazy oranges and browns; even humanity's carelessness had not managed to ruin entirely this natural wonder.

Boqin turned to gaze at Scout, his lips slowly curling into an appreciative smile. Whatever pain he was still feeling, it was not enough to damper his joy in this moment. Even if Scout could not understand his affections, it was hard to continue denying their existence.

Her tail swished with uncertainty. For a moment, she bit her tongue, but eventually she had to ask, "What are you thinking?"

His smile turned into a childish grin, taking on a playfulness she had yet to see out of him. "That I have never seen a sunset so beautiful, and yet I cannot wrest my eyes from you," he answered.

Her cheeks could not help but flush. She looked away, replying with a surprisingly demure, "Oh."

She took a few moments to regain her composure and let the heat in her cheeks cool before glancing back at him. As she did, she noticed him untying something from the hilt of his sword. Her head tilted, and she watched curiously. "What are you doing?" she asked.

Plucking a small red-orange ribbon free from the hilt, he let it dangle from one hand while holding out his other. Scout humored him, placing her hand atop his. Then, he gently tied the ribbon around her wrist, nodding in resolution.

"What's this for?"

"It is a reminder you are valued, in case you should ever come to doubt it."

Ordinarily, such a gesture would have made her stomach turn. But, sensing it was genuine, Scout's chest grew tight. She ran her finger over the ribbon, mustering a quiet "...thanks."

Across from them, the sun had fallen below the horizon. It brought with it a sudden chill, but that was not what made Scout shiver. It was the ferrous scent of blood peeking up above the camp's background smells, and it was growing stronger. She sniffed at it, stiffening upright. It was not coming from Boqin.

She had arrived.

"We should leave," Scout said softly, as though she worried it might be overheard. "Let's go get Ljilja. I'll explain in a minute."

Trusting Scout's judgement, Boqin stood with her, beginning to walk. As the scent grew steadily stronger, Scout's tail fur began standing on end, yet she maintained a calm posture, placing her hands in her pockets.

At last, they reached the tent. Scout opened the flap and slid inside; Boqin followed shortly after.

With a hint of privacy at last, she looked to Ljilja to ensure she was asleep, then explained, "The shark girl and her crazy-ass friends are here. I saw them...eating another competitor earlier."

"I take it that is what you saw when...?"

She nodded.

"Then...we should be quick to depart. The trio apparently have some sort of vendetta against me."

Scout gently began shaking Ljilja to wake her. "How'd you get on their bad side?" she asked.

"I...rejected one of their advances," he answered. Scout winced at the thought.

"Whazzappening?" Ljilja muttered in confusion, blinking awake before stretching and yawning.

"We're leaving camp," she said, beginning to stow away their things. She was quick, but not so hurried as to worry the sleepy aquatic.

"Okayyyy..." she groaned, redonning her uniform and gear and bringing her hood back up over her head. "You sleep good?"

Scout shook her head no. "Went on a walk instead."

At first, Ljilja was disappointed, but then she noticed Boqin. The man bore a flawless poker face, but that did not halt her suspicions. She smirked at him, then scurried over to her Longjacks and equipped them. "Fine, but you have to sleep sometime."

"Later," she assured her while strapping on her swords. "For now, let's get out of here."

Boqin and Scout exited the tent, and Ljilja followed shortly after, her metal arms thudding against the ground as she stepped. Once the trio made it to the bikes, Scout and Boqin mounted them, briefly glancing around for signs of their foe before finally zooming off out of camp as one.

But at the other edge of camp, she was watching. Cyan hair, lips stained with dried blood, and teeth sharp as knives...it was the competitor known as Chika. Her ruby eyes dilated at the sight of the three, and she licked her lips.

To her companions at either side of her, whose bones were chilled in horror at the things they beheld on the journey, she ordered, "Tock-tick, tock-tick...we'll not stay long, so make it quick."

Quietly, Amiya and Hecate bowed their assent, whimpering as they ran off to gather supplies.

Chika carefully adjusted the tiara of bone that adorned her head, then slowly caressed and serenaded the skull that she clutched in her other palm. With a sweet voice she assured it, "I know, I know, you long to rest, but soon I'll have another guest."

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Welcome home, Promethean. Here, you can manage your universe.

Arcs

Arcs are bundles of posts from any location, allowing you to easily capture sub-plots which might be spread out across multiple locations.

Add Quest » Quests

You can create Quests with various rewards, encouraging your players to engage with specific plot lines.

Add Setting » 6 Settings for your players to play in

Settings are the backdrop for the characters in your universe, giving meaning and context to their existence. By creating a number of well-written locations, you can organize your universe into areas and regions.

Navigation

While not required, locations can be organized onto a map. More information soon!

Wasteland

Wasteland by The_Queen

Where the nights are hot and the days even hotter.

Father

Father by The_Queen

Not Daddy

Fort Kate

Fort Kate by The_Queen

Fort Kate, a forty fort

The Tundra

The Tundra by The_Queen

Cold, cold, very cold

The Jungle

The Jungle by The_Queen

Trees, oh my

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Collectibles

By creating Collectibles, you can reward your players with unique items that accentuate their character sheets.


Once an Item has been created, it can be spawned in the IC using /spawn Item Name (case-sensitive, as usual) — this can be followed with /take Item Name to retrieve the item into the current character's inventory.

Mobs

Give your Universe life by adding a Mob, which are auto-replenishing NPCs your players can interact with. Useful for some quick hack-and-slash fun!

Mobs can be automated spawns, like rats and bats, or full-on NPCs complete with conversation menus. Use them to enhance your player experience!

Current Mobs

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Spawns

Locations where Mobs and Items might appear.

Events

You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.

Permissions

Add and remove other people from your Universe.

The Forge

Use your INK to craft new artifacts in Impending Pursuit. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.

Notable Items

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The Market

Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.

Market Data

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Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale)

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View All » Add Character » 13 Characters to follow in this universe

Character Portrait: Edward Killedge
Character Portrait: Ljilja
Character Portrait: Scout
Character Portrait: Kore
Character Portrait: Jax
Character Portrait: Yeqon
Character Portrait: Bandit Sephilan
Character Portrait: Ciara
Character Portrait: Lamia Serose
Character Portrait: Quickshot
Character Portrait: Leo Behrends
Character Portrait: Aster

Newest

Character Portrait: Aster
Aster

"Robin Hood had the right idea...kind of."

Character Portrait: Leo Behrends
Leo Behrends

Relaxed and down to earth Cyber Lizardman

Character Portrait: Lamia Serose
Lamia Serose

"Stay far away..."

Character Portrait: Ciara
Ciara

"There is beauty in corruption, don't you think?"

Character Portrait: Bandit Sephilan
Bandit Sephilan

"Catch me if you can!"

Character Portrait: Yeqon
Yeqon

"..."

Character Portrait: Jax
Jax

"I am not a tool for your pleasure or pain."

Character Portrait: Kore
Kore

"If you really think that's messed up, wait until you see this!"

Character Portrait: Scout
Scout

My biggest fear is going to sleep and waking up with lungs full of stones.

Trending

Character Portrait: Bandit Sephilan
Bandit Sephilan

"Catch me if you can!"

Character Portrait: Scout
Scout

My biggest fear is going to sleep and waking up with lungs full of stones.

Character Portrait: Edward Killedge
Edward Killedge

"The impurities of earth shall be purged."

Character Portrait: Leo Behrends
Leo Behrends

Relaxed and down to earth Cyber Lizardman

Character Portrait: Jax
Jax

"I am not a tool for your pleasure or pain."

Character Portrait: Ciara
Ciara

"There is beauty in corruption, don't you think?"

Character Portrait: Yeqon
Yeqon

"..."

Character Portrait: Kore
Kore

"If you really think that's messed up, wait until you see this!"

Character Portrait: Ljilja
Ljilja

Six-armed underwater miner trying to win opportunity for her surviving family.

Most Followed

Character Portrait: Jax
Jax

"I am not a tool for your pleasure or pain."

Character Portrait: Yeqon
Yeqon

"..."

Character Portrait: Aster
Aster

"Robin Hood had the right idea...kind of."

Character Portrait: Ljilja
Ljilja

Six-armed underwater miner trying to win opportunity for her surviving family.

Character Portrait: Lamia Serose
Lamia Serose

"Stay far away..."

Character Portrait: Edward Killedge
Edward Killedge

"The impurities of earth shall be purged."

Character Portrait: Bandit Sephilan
Bandit Sephilan

"Catch me if you can!"

Character Portrait: Kore
Kore

"If you really think that's messed up, wait until you see this!"

Character Portrait: Leo Behrends
Leo Behrends

Relaxed and down to earth Cyber Lizardman

Character Portrait: Scout
Scout

My biggest fear is going to sleep and waking up with lungs full of stones.


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