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Beau Geste Bellatroix

"Come to me dear child, away from the savageries of man, and be rid of the bonds of their sin."

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a character in “The Land Of Xetraylia”, as played by MartinVole

Description

Name: Beau Geste Bellatroix, Black Bella, Bog Witch

Age: Unknown

Gender: Female

Breed: Pure monster

Appearance:

Being a creature who readily shifts between forms, their actual appearance is one lost in time. In most forms, however, she has long stringy black hair, one eye violet and the other green with two rings around a contracted pupil and a star under her left eye, black lips, freckles, a pale face, black sclera, and a black nose, and a wide smile. Her human form lacks much of her more monstrous traits, appearing as a rather tall woman at around 6'3", with the exception of her face has a darker skin tone. Sometimes seen as a slouching humanoid creature with a long neck with the stringy black hair running down her back like a horse's mane, her mouth widened, ears pointed and three sets of fangs as an overbite, a very tall body at 8'5" with hair covering her arm like a sleeve and boney hairless clawed hands protruding from the "sleeves", and sports a long hairless tail striped in white-and-black with barbed fins. When enraged, any horror of twisted flesh can be manifested.

Powers:

Manifesting and twisting flesh by commanding the core elements of creation (earth and water) which serves as the basis of her erratic ability to assume nearly any fleshly form with stunning accuracy making her hard to keep track of. She can produce a painful flesh eating toxin that requires direct contact to have potent effect, it is assumed that her true form is made of this destructive miasma.

Skills/Strength:

With age comes wisdom, and what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, these make up the power of Bellatroix. While physical strength and raw primordial power exists within her, her long life has granted her cunning and insight beyond that of any one man making her something of a category of her own. Added to this she has a seemingly supernatural insight into the hearts of man, and their sins. Aside from that, regeneration, immunity to toxins and caustic and acidic fluids, have all also helped her reach the life span she has. Her ability to produce claws, barbs, and fangs are nothing to scoff at either.

Weakness:

Despite all her strength, she shows a strong reluctance to fight with or around children, in fact showing a strong affinity to them that could only be described as maternal, spawning from a lack of offspring of her own. Abused and orphaned children seem to attract her attention the most. Aside from this, despite all her power, she has a heart that regenerates much slower than the rest of her body, the flesh serving to protect her much more vulnerable true form and burning away the fleshy shell is presumed to be the best method of making her reveal it.

Background:

Earliest records tell of a creature who emerged from the swamps, stealing away children in the night and killing those that retaliated, appearing as either a monster, a beautiful woman, or a twisted hag. They would refer to her in these text as the savage god, Black Bella, who had descended from the beyond to test the faith of man, or as the Bog Witch who's tales of judgement end always morbidly violent. Unlike the usual tales of warning that are often aimed at misbehaving children, hers are aimed more towards the parents, warning of abuse and abandon can attract the Black Bella, to "spirit away the unloved seed and to crush the bone of the unloving." A contrasting and confusing image of tenderness and bloody retribution create something of a duality to her image. The more positive aspect being referred to as "Beau Geste Bellatroix", the first two words meaning a "gracious gesture/sentiment", and has appeared as a saint-like image.

Positive images diminished in time since then, and the tales of her erratic and dark nature has continued as a form of primal fear, manifesting in stories as a kind of boogieman. Largely regarded as a malign force, a sin given flesh to terrorize the sinner, and a reminder to keep one's children close at all times.

Hatred to humans?: Complex case-by-case but has been known to brutally kill, shows little to no hostility to children.

So begins...

Beau Geste Bellatroix's Story

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Character Portrait: Rafar The Red Character Portrait: Beau Geste Bellatroix Character Portrait: Lidia, Born of Embers
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Dear Sir Hunter,

Do you know of the plight of man, or have you grown so blind in your profession? A war within and a war without, such is the plight of man. In my youth I wasted my fury on who instead deserved my pity. Age has enlightened me, made me sober, humbled and hardened me. I have watched in silence and studied. They, man that is, see the monsters with gnashing teeth and flesh rending claws, but are blind to the ones that stand next to them every day, but I am not blind. They feed upon purity, upon innocence, upon the weak and poor. I feed upon these man monsters, these defilers, these child killers.

I do not hate you, sir Hunter, I question you, you are one who lights my curiosity. Do truly believe you can create a better world? Will you come against me, like others have before you? I too have a cause I believe in, and I believe that I am needed. This wretch I've slain, the head of whom I've planted this note upon is one Ungar Larkwood, guilty of luring several wayward youth into his web. I believe capital punishment is the appropriate judgement for his crimes. In his basement you will find the remains of his victims. I could not bare to count them all. Pray for their souls, sir hunter, but waste not one on this vile thing. Be cautious, sir hunter, else that which will kill you may be among you already.

With love,
Beau Geste Bellatroix


With her clawed fingers she wrote her letter upon parchment, eyes glinting in candle light, blood gleaming upon the boards at her feet. The house of the man had windows covered in now blood splattered curtains. They were there to prevent any witnesses, but they had served the same purpose in his own demise. In rags Bellatroix was dressed, in the form of a fair young maiden of dark descent, dirty yet lovely. She had lured him using his weakness, brought into the his home, thinking he would have his way and dispose of her, had instead become a fly in her own web. His headless body lays upon the ground, his head placed neatly upon his own dining table. She draped the note down over his head, blew out the candles, and turns out the door letting in the golden light of the dawning sun. Her midnight black hair flowing behind, glistening, and her head downcast.

It took moments as she left the scene before a bystander peeked in upon the carnage, and then proceeding to scream in horror. Bellatroix was gone before anyone could point a finger, off away from the streets of Ironsguard. In the outskirts she had sensed a convergence of forces, one quite old and familiar, the other newer, vaguely human and smelling of wood ash and burnt flesh that gave her pause. Wretched smell that is, why did she have to be here? When she arrived she raised a brow putting on a curious expression.

"Now, isn't this a curiosity," she says is a charming tone. With wet cracks and pops a barbed tail came forth from the base of her spine, striped in black and white, wrapping it around her ankles to make her inhumanity known. "Contemplating your next hunt, sir Rafar? And you, miss Lidia, still unable to find peace?"

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Character Portrait: Rafar The Red Character Portrait: Beau Geste Bellatroix Character Portrait: Lidia, Born of Embers
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Rafar quietly observed his two new Arrivals, He could not yet muster enough will to rise from his place instead keeping his gentle posture. I will have to answear that question of yours later, Ashen one.. His tone remained calm and soft, He called her Ashsen One as he so does love his nicknames and metaphors. ... but you should not forget the "Champion" the Sheep has acquired, you should know, And you should acknowledge it. His tired eyes shifted to Bella. He did really enjoy her company, her age was something to be respected, he doubted if even his age could rival her... My Next Hunt? Nothing so fancy.. If there is anyone to be contemplating hunting it would be you, No? Did you enjoy your trip to the humans?

Rafar's gaze then swithced back out over the land, watching the last rays of sun disappear, Only for shadows to take its place. Did you perform a slaughter? or maybe you showed mercy, Wich you seem to fancy so much... His claws clicked indignantly against eachother

Still, Rafar was happy for the company, even if it would become the more.. "Aggresive" Sort...

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Lidia turned her head towards the witch when she spoke, eventually turning back towards the city overlooked by the group's vantage point. She sighed at the witch's addressing of her, she shouldn't have needed to even ask.

"There will never be peace, you should know that. Try being burned at the stake some time, you'd understand why I'm so upset." She raised an eyebrow at Rafar's appraisal of this new hunter. "What has you so concerned? Don't fool yourself, he is but a man. Has age softened you that much?"

As the daylight waned, the child of ash gripped the handle of her weapon with both hands and slowly heated the blade until it provided a warm glow that could illuminate the three.

"Let him come. I fear no man."

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"Mercy, sir Rafar, mercy is something deserved or something earned through penance," she responds in a tone both serious and coy, kneeling down and wiping her claws against the dirt in effort to clean them. "I will say simply that a man-beast thought himself trapping a rabbit, but instead caged himself with a tiger, so to speak. The human wretch had the gall to keep trophies of his kills, all poor creatures that he easily overpowered, guided by some twisted sentiment. There was no room for mercy today, sir Rafar."

She collected her thoughts with a sigh and looked over her claws to see if they were clean. She exudes a kind of righteousness, far less a pleasure in her words and motions, as if she had done a service, a justice. Her attention was then turned back to Lidia, blade now aglow with bright warm light. She sighed again at the revenant's words. The old beast wasn't insensitive to the burned woman's suffering, but the sheer thought of charred flesh was one of few things to make her retch.

"Two things, child," she says courteously. "First, over my long life I have been impaled, eviscerated, bludgeoned and even burned. Second, I feel at times you only torture yourself in reliving that moment over and over."

She stares out in the horizon. "As for sir Hunter, I rather not be so quick to judge or engage him... if it can be helped, that is."

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Rafar moved slightly, The stone was by far not the most comfortable thing, But the view was worth it. He continued looking out over the landscape as he spoke. We all have our weaknesses, Ashen One, You are not very skilled at hiding yours. You should never reach the point when bravery tips into recklessness. Rafar's dark eyes suddenly shifted, Only for a short moment and only so that someone very skilled would notice it, He was reminiscing about something. It will then only be a question of time until someone breaks straight trough that flimsy shield.

Rafar's gaze quickly returned to normal as he directed himself towards Bella, Clearly attempting to switch the subject The Humans have their own beasts.. Yet these beasts can only challenge the weak. The black sheeps, ones who dream to be wolves. Yet these black sheeps are so different they just become bigger targets. Especially for the ones like you Black Bella. Rafar usually uses Bella's oldest name, Perhaps in an attempt to remind her about his age. But I can only agree with your last point, The Champion of Sheep, Is someone not to be Underestimated

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Lidia suppressed a sneer at the comments from the other two. Cowards, softened by age and petty politics. It sickened her to see beasts fall prey to the same games of status and power that the humans stoop to. Now it didn't surprise her that a new hunter was able to cause a stir for the monsters, if this apathy is what they were up against.

"On another note, if this allegedly terrifying hunter is gathering a flock, why are we waiting? Would't it be best to strike early while they are still unprepared and weak, instead of waiting and letting them grow stronger?"

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Character Portrait: Rafar The Red Character Portrait: The Hunter Character Portrait: Mahina Grosvenor Character Portrait: Baleful Moon Character Portrait: Beau Geste Bellatroix Character Portrait: Lidia, Born of Embers Character Portrait: Apan Sudrosi
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Bellatroix had long grown weary of it, this repugnant animosity, she had her fill of it from beast and human over a millennia, she had her fill of it from herself. The fiery woman radiates with it as much as her flames do, the kind of hatred that knows no neutrality, that would consume anything in its path regardless of guilt. It was depressing, for the future of Lidia to either succeed and live in a dead world, or die a second time. Will you ever be satisfied child? At least age has given Rafar some level of tranquility.

"I never implied he was terrifying, contrary to it, he is intriguing," she responds with a calm tone. "He is just entering latter half of his thirties... which may not seem much for us, or a common man, for hunters that usually die young, it isn't something to scoff at. But..."

She draws her arms out, her tail's barbs retracting and then returning into her back with a crack, her long claws reducing to human hands, and her height increasing as her body ages forward from a child into an older woman. She warps particles of earth around her and weaves them into her clothes to turn the rags into a dark earthy colored dress before being stained violet by releasing a small amount of her toxic miasma. Her hair seemed to come alive, twisting themselves behind her into a ponytail, and allowing two curly bangs to hang down the front of her face. Within seconds she had transformed fully from a beggar girl into a grown noble woman.

"I do think I will take a closer look to satiate a curiosity," she says somewhat cryptically with a continued calmness. "Do what you feel you must, I suppose."

With this she leaves them on her way back to Ironsguard, with her destination set near the Hunter's guild. She knew better than to head within the door, even in her human guise she wasn't entirely sure what security was placed, if there was any, not putting off the possibility of some magical detection. For now, at least, she would observe inconspicuously by the pole of a street lamp and size the recruits.

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Character Portrait: Rafar The Red Character Portrait: Beau Geste Bellatroix Character Portrait: Lidia, Born of Embers
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Rafar Payed Bella's exit no attention, He gently moved his head back to stare out over the landscape again. I never can stop you when you feel adventorous, I have lost that feeling myself. But I warn you Again Black Bella, I have fought that Sheperd. He can not be considered a normal human, I warn you both. His body suddenly tensed, His claws digging deep into the stone I do not become this.. "Cowardly" That easy, And I hope you do not take my worries lightly. Good Hunting to you.

He then, allowing Bella to leave shifted himself backwards, Moving off his position to the stone to instead approach Lidia. Well... Approach might be the wrong as he simply nonchalantly positioned himself to face her Now. You are not as "Mercyful" as my dear Black Bella. You wish to go and fight them head on? Finish this before anything can come out of it? He then moved himself upwards, Rearing back on his hind legs, Exposing his Twisted chest and arms, He easily towered above Lidia, Like The Pure monster he is. You think to defeat those I failed to kill? His Voice remained as calm and Tired as before, But there was big hints of hostility in his voice.

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Character Portrait: The Hunter Character Portrait: Mahina Grosvenor Character Portrait: Tutac Sarani Character Portrait: Beau Geste Bellatroix Character Portrait: Apan Sudrosi
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Interrupted mid-thought Apan stood up as the hunter came back already. He'd expected he had more time the hunter worked quickly. Well he needed hard training in combat to get good samples so a hell of training would have to do. The hunter certainly lived up to his reputation of hasty resolving but didn't think much of the lone adventurer's social sense. Par for a leader he supposed.

A loud whine of confused wards sounded in his head. The wards went off constantly but what had interested so many of them now? He looked up to find his crows circling in confused wobbling paths. The wards had little of the intellect from their living brethren and he knew his formulas needed work. What went wrong that had confused so many of them? While wondering if he'd screwed something up a nagging sense of survival insisted abnormal things were hardly ever mild. Apan's face soured and glanced at Mahina then to Tutac swinging in the door.

Apan quickly stowed his hand crossbow, grabbed his staff, then went to the door. His worry was interrupted by the swinging happy woman. A weight on a line? Hrm that would be something he'd have to look for. Apan stretched the butt of his staff to the rope dry rot spreading across its length. Apan stepped around her and went inside.

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Three pairs of milky eyes and darting black-feathered heads hop along the ground a orange coral fungus sticking out from between their feathers. The brainless creatures couldn't understand the shining glow to communicate it to apan. Just a burning need to look at the shiny light. Apan's wards looking for nonhuman blood were spread through town to draw the caws of infested crows like shiny objects.

One small carefully engraved wooden box next to a house bearing one of many crow skeletons had caught fire. It had caught fire exposed to something quite as powerful as Bellatroix. Most of the milky eyes in town still lurched that way even as it burnt out.

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Character Portrait: The Hunter Character Portrait: Mahina Grosvenor Character Portrait: Tutac Sarani Character Portrait: Baleful Moon Character Portrait: Beau Geste Bellatroix Character Portrait: Apan Sudrosi
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As the Hunters gathered in the building, The Hunter grabbed a nearby knife and with perfect accuracy he threw the knife at the rope holding the woman and released her. Once she was free he began to speak. "Well with all you finally here let me tell you the reason why I returned rather quickly. Whatever creature was in this city was long gone from the scene, a note was all that was left along with the corpse of a man who has killed multiple people. I will not talk more about this issue since this does not concern us for now." After speaking he stood up and looked right at Baleful. "Listen up, I do not care what sort of training you have been through, what sort of hell you have been through or what you have done. But by the end of today you are going to miss your own hell. So for today thanks to our dear freind who thinks this training will be a joke I will make your first day a true living hell." He stated as he turned around and grabbed some papers from his desk.

With a short cough, The Hunter began to introduce the Hunters and give them an idea about how to work together. "I will give you a rundown of your fellow allies who will be with you. We first have Baleful, a cold but powerful fighter. He is quick with plenty of ways to sneak around and deadly enough to take out a target without being seen. With Katana and bow he is deadly at close range and from afar, He however prefers to work alone and does not do well with allies. Next we have Apan, he is a strange one. He can easily suture up wounds without the need of a medical kit and can rot things he touches. He is however a little bit crazy to bear that in mind. Next we have Mahina, She is also cold and quiet but is always ready to better herself as a Hunter. She uses a double scythe and the powers of the moon and shadows. You may think a scythe is not very effective but with excellent reach and great at keeping the enemy away from you it is quite deadly. Finally you have the clumsy Tutac, she is armed witha cane and is knowledgeable in many different Herbs and Powders, however she is not too bright. With all the introductions out of the way let me move onto one of your lifelines when you are out there."

The Hunter Pulled out a small pistol like device. "This here is called a 'flare'. This weapon is used to be fired into the air and sends a red smoke pellet into the air along with a very loud bang. This is used when you require immediate assistance, all Hunters and nearby guards in the area must rush over to assist. Now onto the Monster Ranking system."

"I rate the monsters from F to S from F being the weakest to S being the most dangerous. F rank monsters usually don't need hunters to take them down, any normal soldier is capable of killing one. They are usually quite small and are found mostly out in the woods feeding on leftover meals. D rank monsters are a little more dangerous, a pair of soldiers or more are usually needed to take them out. They are usually about as big as a dog or half the size of normal humans. C rank monsters require one Hunter to eliminate, or need a group of soldiers to effectively drive them away. Even though it may be the weakest actual monster we can face it will still harm you if given the chance. These monsters are usually bigger than humans. B rank monsters require at least two hunters, or at least a massive amount of regular soldiers to drive it off. They are deadly, if you are not careful they will tear you apart. They are usually quite large, their size varies greatly but they seem to always be larger than boulders. Now for A rank monsters, these beasts are immensely strong and can use magical powers. It takes four or more hunters to bring down and even I have some time taking them down without a scratch. No amount of normal soldiers can not hope to bring one down. Finally...The S rank. Unless you have power like me you must all run from it, You must use all you can to slow it down, if you fight you will die. These are very rare creatures, however in the event you ever do see one run as fast as possible and contact me. They can either be massive towering over the tree line, or from some reports they appear humanoid in size and are just as tall and appear human.

With the rankings out of the way, The Hunter signaled them to follow him down into the basement. "I was hoping to do some normal training such as a simple 20 or more mile hike, 1,000 push-ups and sit-ups, training and sparing with me and your fellow Hunters, and all the other basic training activities. Thanks to Baleful I am going to teach you all that you should never take this lightly...." After saying this, he began to walk down a flight of brightly lit stairs leading underground. However before he could, a noblewoman entered the Guild building. He motioned for the Others to walk down without him while he spoke to this woman. "Terribly sorry miss, I was just about to begin training the new recruits. Do you require something from the guild?" He asked.

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"I'm so terribly sorry for the hard lesson, friends." His words dripped with cold sarcasm as he said them. He followed the others down the stairs. Stealing a glance over at the woman that entered. He noted various things about her keeping them in mind for later use.

"I'll wager right now that I will be the last one to pass out." Baleful said as the group was going down the steps.

He doubted that the training would be anything really grueling until the time came for actual fighting. This was nothing more than physical preparations. The hike would be nothing more than a walk, the push ups and sit ups were near the bottom end of what he was capable of. Maybe if he was sick or dying that would be the least he would get. Sparring the others would not be too difficult, moving past attacks, dodging and blocking, this would be simple. The Hunter may pose a problem but that would be the biggest threat he faced here or at least as far as he knew.

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Mahina jumped, looking back at the girl and narrowed her eyes to see if she might have known here. She didn't and smiled softly as the girl was freed from the snare. "Poor girl won't make it." She thought. Slightly blushing as she was introduced to the bunch, she gave a small nod and listened to everyone was introduced.

The second he mention the intense training because of the food in the room she curled her hand into a fist. "Gotta work hard because of on idiot who is going to be the first," She looked at Tutac who was now getting to take a seat, "second person to die." She thought furiously. When he motioned for people to go down stairs she waited to be the last one before The Haunter. Someone walked in and when he motioned for the rest to go on without him she stayed behind.

Peeking around the corner she saw a noble lady. "Terribly sorry miss, I was just about to begin training the new recruits. Do you require something from the guild?" Asked The Hunter. Something in her didn't feel easy, so she stayed, just in case.





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Tutac giggled as she watched the guy pass her up. "Sorry guys! I just wanted to HANG." She laughed at her pun. Her eyes went straight to The Haunter and saw him lift his knife and readied herself. Once cute she curled her body, life a flip, and landed on her feet. Rubbing her ankle she stood up and turned to face the rest of the people. Walking to a seat she sees the girl Mahina looking back at her with worry, but she smiles any way.

When she heard The Hunter talk about an intense workout she tilted her head. "Intense?" She thought wondering what he had in mind. He motioned for people to walk down some stairs and she followed behind some of the people.

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Bellatroix had apparently come in just in time to witness one of the female recruits be dropped from a snare by the veteran hunter. She had sensed too that she had triggered something in her presence, but few of them seemed alarmed, she could immediately dismiss veteran based upon his body language. She caught the observant eyes of one of the recruits who is adorned in overly elaborate assassin's vestments, a proud destroyer of men she surmises by his gait. Another suspicious gaze came from one of the two females, presumably more combat focused and older. An eccentric selection, to say the least, she thought.

"No, pardon me for my intrusion, I did not realize you had taken on acolytes," she says with a voice like silk reinforced by a genial smile. "Or a successor perchance? Surely, though, you do not seem near past your zenith yet." Her flattery comes as neither halfhearted nor sarcastic, as she wrote in her letter she bore no inimicality towards the hunter, and none for his flock for that matter.

She takes a brief moment to glance over the hunter's guild, the recruits, then back to the Hunter himself. "Excuse me again, I am Beatrice Alighieri," she says with a curtsey and seamless finesse, skillfully hiding away her small lie. "I was on my way to alert you of a beast upon the streets, but it appears you have already dispatched it. So I suppose the only thing that is left is to offer gratitude to you for keeping Ironsguard safe, something I fear is underappreciated."

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The sound coming from the idiot behind her made her eyes roll and duck more into the shadows. "This idiot." She thought before glancing back. It wouldn't be smart to open her mouth and draw attention to herself so she went back to the mysterious lady that entered. "If she knew about the monster why is she so calm? She didn't even run here." Mahina thought to herself. She looked over the woman again. but closer. "I see no evidence of sweat. I also didn't see her on the way here." She thought once more before looking at The Hunter. Her feels about this woman was becoming ill. If The Hunter couldn't sense something was off maybe she was in the wrong hands.





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Tutac looked at the yellow masked man, her smile faltering. She knew something wasn't right, but pushed it back. She kept going though, taking once step at a time. When coming into view of the arena a high pitched laugh echoed through out, "Oh my gosh look how big and beautiful this place is." She said. "Have you guys ever seen such a thing? You could not tell this thing was down here just by the looks of it outside. Oh goodness." Tutac was too in awe to be concerned for who was upstairs or outside.

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Rafar once again listened without any hesitation to Val. Or. .. Val's words finally made some impact on him, He would attempt to kill the shepherd? His now more specific use of the word "Father" was also something that caught his attention. He doubted that he meant the simple thing that Rafar actually was his father. Perhaps some interesting metaphor from the youth.

Those simple things was the focus of Rafar. He didn't care much from the simple teasing threat Val had proposed. It wasn't something he himself hadn't ever said.

He watched Val leave without uttering any kind of objection. He was actually unsure if he preferred the company of his fellow beasts.. or perhaps he enjoyed the silent sounds of solitude.. To think such an eerie night as this still could be so peaceful.

Now two quick questions was present in Rafars mind. Either he would return to his clan, gather his beasts and wipe these sheep out before they could do anything hurtful.. or perhaps he could play a little. Challenge some sheep and see if their bravery would be enough?

And with that, he decided on the latter. Suddenly using his oversized arms and claws to propel himself forward. Following after the distinct smell of Val. Lunging, more or less dragging himself using his arms he soon reached Ironsguard.. but he decided to stay back for now. Simply stalking the city from the forest outside. He could feel the presence of many beings. And he would enjoy war ching what kind of move they would make.

He didn't want to get involved just yet... so he was content in simply watching for now.

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Apan finally got down to the large arena putting his suitcase down with a deep sigh not of amazement as much as of worry. Such an open room with monsters likely to be able to climb. But then if some were humans that left questions of anyone he met with wards gone mad. His mind raced with his limited options for reasons that would cause all the wards to be so irritated. It was best to assume the worst until he could look at them all. That something of enough power to trip them all somehow. Still, he couldn't yet get information from the wards at range but perhaps he could create some useful motivation to them. As much as the Hunter seemed irritated perhaps he could stand to irritate the man a little more.

While setting his suitcase open he looked over to Tutac, "Miss, if you would be so kind as to keep an eye on the stairwell. I would prefer the only large angry monster we meet tonight be the one that's on our side."

He knew two names that would be in range of the creatures upstairs. One wasn't a name per se but known to enough blood in the soil it might as well be. His suspicion rapidly grew but didn't have means to test Tutac.

He pondered the small slate that emerged from his suitcase wreathed in crow feathers and albino redwood. The parasitic redwoods tainted by himself and carefully metastasized across town. Each left pale spots but the wards needed to be fed of rotting earth. Especially since the damned crows somehow puzzled out how to infect their dying using pieces of other wards. He wasn't sure their efforts were terribly effective by the corpses of old birds he'd found but then he'd only made a handful to start. Now there were dozens off scarring foxes trying to eat eggs. Even the new ones had the rotting breath of his initial experiments.

As long as he wasn't too far away he could affect the wards infected by eldritch disease in orbit of albino redwoods be they his own or not. The reverse was the different matter yet discovered. Words welled up from the earth into disease infesting them. At least he could hide the trees for now they didn't need light after all. They worked just fine in fine carved stone coffins underneath roosts hidden in town. Chalk in his hand scratching out a message he wished he could use instructions with more nuance. It was hard enough to push a fleeting piece of his memory to name those he'd just met. He'd have to ask them their names again later.

In a dank decorated tomb of dirt floor the trees hear scratching from beyond the walls, 'Find Hunter. Test Mahina. Test Bale. Find ichor. Down.'

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The ward at Mahina's feet perked up with a ragged squawk mirrored by many on the sills and elsewhere in the room. The one at her feet pecked loudly at the metal heels in front of it then loosed a gout of burning spore to try and taste bad blood. Other milky eyed fungus-backed crows meandered their way across the room to the Hunter and Bale. The living crows were under a low table now disinclined to follow riled fallen.

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She observed the hunter's reaction, narrowing her eyes and chuckling herself at his convictions. A droll one this is, she thought as she stifled herself from becoming impertinent. The previous hunter, the one she recollected was far more stoic, while this age's felt in part like an actor upon a play, the fact he was being honest amused her even more. Underneath her psyche another more primal thought creeps into her mind, how easy it would be to end it here. This thought was promptly extinguished. She was above such barbarism.

The creature watched as the hunters-in-training left for whatever resides in the basement, quietly scanning them. Of particular, the arrogance of the assassin growing ever more apparent. An amusing proverb comes to mind, the owl of ignorance lays the egg of pride.

"Nevertheless, how blessed we are to have one so resolute," she coos in response to the hunter, pressing knuckles to her cheek. Her smile slowly fades, a more severe tone replacing the whimsical. "I must confess, however, that my reason for being here is for a few small curiosities only one with a profession of yours can satiate. I apologize if this cuts into your training session, but I simple must know in order to find any rest."

Bellatroix breaks eye contact with The Hunter, her eyes now downcast she now clasps her hands together, taking a deep breath. "For what reason do these creatures live? I find that a part of myself feels pity for them, as it must be such a miserable existence to either be consumed by hatred at birth, or lack any deeper reasoning in one's own existence. I suppose, in a way, yours is something of a mercy in that sense, and I find a part of me finds comfort in that but yet..." she trails off in thought, fidgeting with her hands and closing her eyes. "I find myself in a crisis of faith: Is it truly okay to eradicate completely another form of life?"

As she awaits a response from the veteran hunter she feels the continued fixated gaze of the tan female, taking a brief side glance to monitor her actions. It was clear she had grown suspicious of her from the moment she stepped in. Her guise was perfect, she had the look and smell of a human, she had avoided any threatening actions. Perhaps she had missed some nuance in behavior that has set off the young woman's suspicions.

The beast had resolved herself to avoid violence at this particular junction, could it be avoided. It was a moot point, however, as she sensed the convergence of forces around them that lack her particular sensibilities. Rafar, who is far more poised she could expect to hesitate in his attack, however, another newer inhuman presence had presented itself.

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"Oh the training, well I have no reason to delay that. In fact..." The Hunter started as he turned to his side and pulled a switch that was installed in the wall. And with the sound of a few gears turning, he turned back to face the woman. "As for why those creatures exits, the same can be said for all living things. I myself am just doing my part in eliminating the creatures that are posing the most threat to us, in fact rather recently I saw a most curious scene. I have reason to believe that a monster is actively hunting down criminals, I do not know what to think of it but at the very least something is changing within the monsters. But eradicating all life...well, the destruction of an entire species may be uncalled for but I know plenty of people that want to see all monsters gone. But I have a question for you miss, when you said you saw a monster and came to warn us...how did you notice it? It may not be the most strongest or smartest but it did keep is form hidden from all the guards and people. Even the most basic creatures know that if they get spotted everyone it the city can hear a scream. So if this one managed to get through without anyone seeing it, how did you see it?" The Hunter Repied and questioned. Even he relized this was strange, no one would remain quiet when they notice a monster skulking around, in fact they would rush here and not be in a state this woman was in. What was going on here?

For the Hunters down in the basement, the door behind them closed with a massive thud. And from the other side of the arena they could hear another gate being raised along with something slithering around. Unknown to the Hunters, it was a class-A monster that had just been released. It's body was like a snake, it's razor sharp talons for arms reflected light. It was invisible, and it sensed that there were people here. The Hunters would soon find that a piece of paper would fall down from the ceiling along with the words. "Pass this test, and be one honorary Hunter. This is your initiation, remember everything I thought you."

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She jumped up and kicked the bird before rapidly walking out from the shadows, calm and collected. Mahina didn't even look at The Hunter 'cause she already knew he would be upset with her. Either way, she wasn't about to let a possible monster out of here alive. Disappointed spread through her as she realized that The Hunter was too old to be doing this anymore. "Hello, I just have a few questions about this... news." She said with a small smile playing on her lips.

"You say you saw the monster? So why are you not panicked? Why are you not out of breath or sweating? Excuse my list of questions, it is just... for someone to be able to be so calm and level headed as you are now leads me to believe a few things. One, you are a shape shifting monster of some sort. Two, a hunter yourself. Or three, some crazy woman. Again, excuse me for being so bold." Her voice was soft, calm, and steady. Her eyes stayed locked on the woman, a sort of sternness in them. The bird thing would have to wait later.


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Miss, if you would be so kind as to keep an eye on the stairwell. I would prefer the only large angry monster we meet tonight be the one that's on our side.


Tutac nodded, "Of course." Spinning on her heal she went to look out the basement door only to have it slam into her face. "Uh, well... looks like I won't have to watch the door. It shut on its own." She spoke to Apan. The sound of something else in the room caught her attention.

Walking over to the paper that fell she read it out loud, "Pass this test, and be one honorary Hunter. This is your initiation, remember everything I thought you." Tutac looked back at Apan, "The old bat didn't teach us anything." Without another thought she took her normal looking cane and slid the sword out. "You better know how to fight with your fancy potions and spells, boy." She said with a smile.

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Baleful heard the door click shut as he stood there pondering momentarily. He slipped into the arena as it happened he hastily hid himself with his powers and masked his presence in doing so. He slipped out a dagger in a wooden sheath that sat within the back of his belt. This specific dagger was laced with a heavy paralytic. This poison wouldn't kill but it would shut down movement leaving the mind awake and the nerve endings working. Baleful carefully took this weapon in a reverse grip around the handle. His footsteps silent and light along with his presence and himself invisible to the others.

Baleful slipped past Tutac nicking her on the arm with the dagger leaving a small quarter inch cut deep cut approximately one inch long. The paralytic would take about 10 minutes to fully work but the effects would role out with her body becoming more and more sluggish until she collapsed. Baleful did it without no second thought this was life after all, the weak died the strong survived and everything kept on moving. He swiftly sheathed the dagger replacing it on his belt within the special wooden core sheath. He moved passed Tutac keeping towards the wall as he watched for any sign of the creature that was now in the room. This was a hunt and he planned on being the more patient killer.

The spot he chose along the wall was masked in shadows by the torches. He would still be able to hide his presence from the creature once his invisibility ran it's course. He drew the sword from his sheath keeping it low to his side but at the ready to attack if the creature targeted him instead of the bait he had created.

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Bellatroix was caught at a loss for once, it seemed she had in fact forgotten something important about humanity. Standard human fear. Both the hunter and even one of his understudies had caught onto this. The fact was, there was little she did fear anymore, she had almost forgotten how it felt much like she had grown numb to the stream of time. In her life she had stopped fearing for her own life, confident of her own ability to survive. What she did fear was something entirely different, and perhaps fear isn't the most appropriate word.

Well, she thought as she raised her head to meet the eyes with her confrontation. I don't have to lie. She had no reason to kill these two at this junction.

"A keen observation," she admits, maintaining her calm composure. A smile returns to her lips, but her tone growing more somber. "So... an interrogation? To be perfectly honest, I was not born here, no surprises there, nor have I resided here for that long. I was born in a place nestled deep within the swamplands south of here, a place far more savage than Ironsguard I'm afraid. There, I spent a myriad of time alone than I did among others, and fearing for my life each day would not have fared my livelihood well. You could say I've grown numb to my own mortality. There are no guards or hunters there, people learn to hold out for their own against monsters as well as each other, so is the way of life. In that respect you, I suppose, I was a hunter of sorts, and regrettably I've had to slay man as well as beast in order to survive and hold onto the few precious things I had left. I never had a family of my own to protect, but I have raised children you see, orphaned due to loss and neglect, a thing too common I fear. I am perhaps too doting to be a proper mother as I never raised a hand to them... yet I did what I could to bring them up proper as I understood."

She takes a breath and sighs, stopping herself from thinking about that at the moment. She then chuckles at the third option the female trainee gave. "As for me being some crazy woman, I suppose that fits as well," she says with joviality slapping her hand to her cheek. She then gave a good look at the two once more, her eyes narrow to slits and the grin leaving her face. She motions her hand up to take note of the ravens

"I suppose the truth is that I came here less to warn ab more to see what form of light there was against the darkness, so to speak and what kind of people they are... and... well, I like not the feeling about this night."

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The Hunter raised an eyebrow when Mahina arrived. "I was already questioning her about this, and I could tell her behavior was strange enough as it is even at my age. To think you have abandoned your fellow hunters in the basement just because you had no faith in my skills. I gave you an order to go to the basement, this test is a life or death situation and you have clearly failed me. If you cannot listen to a simple order then I have no doubt you are going to die out there in the field, look forward to your punishment but right now...you are coming with me once we finish up here..." he spoke as he looked outside the window to see the warning fire lit.

"I have a feeling I may know what you are miss, in fact your way with words reminds me of a letter I recently found. However...I will not be going out of a hunch here, you may be telling a lie or telling the truth but right now all I see in front of me is a woman who has seen some things. I would question you more, but the saftey of the city comes first. Mahina, you are coming with me...its time for a hunt." The Hunter spoke as he began to walk past the woman in front of him, giving her one last glace before leaving the guild and running full speed to where all the commotion was...and that was the church.



Meanwhile inside the underground arena, the creature made its way to where the group of Hunters were. It looked at them or rather, looked in their general direction. It could hear that there were three people trapped with it, however unknown to it it could now only detect one person. With Tutac unable to move and Baleful silent and invisible it could now only detect Apan. Slowly slithering forward, it would Bump into Tutac with its tail and sneak behind Apan. It raised it talons as the creatures made itself visible, A creature with black carapace, sharp talons and a massive snake like body appeared. It was just as big as a small house. The creature was prepared to strike, it had made no noise but unknown to it there were two people who could see it.

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The half-dozen ward agents not at the guild circled the town in wobbling circles looking for ichorous blood -- stark trees creaking in darkness writ it so swaying against wind. Living crows with more intellect but less acuity flocked with them. A murder of crows agitated by the activity of fallen spied the sharp shiny walking toward the guild and caw attention to the milky-eyed Fallen. Shortly a crow with orange coral fungus along its back aimed to land on Hodrick's shoulder.

The man had no words writ upon it directly and did not look like a tainted animal. Did it have ichor inside? A latent remnant of corvid curiosity directed it to peer into the head holes with fungus-laden eyes to inspect exposed flesh behind it. Otherwise they largely made ragged 'HaAawwww' and stood in place, ever watchful.

Other milky eyes from the windowsills and roofs make similar agitated noises while eying the constable as the ever curious living crows look on.

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Under Mahina's heel the bird felt like a sand pillow spilling yellow spore over her foot to pain to any exposed flesh. The harsh caw it made went end over end before the ward-agent shook itself off to tap the floor with its beak. The two crossing the floor on foot paid little notice unlike momentary angry caws at Mahina from the door of timid living crows. They just tapped the floor at the hunter's passing and hissed at Bellatroix.

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Apan watched the slate quietly as mahina was removed from the slate. Hrm. Well the other lady was his most concern the wards in chase of the hunter would make a racket at the presence of hostile things. The crows seemed able to interact with their former brethren and had more intuition than the fungus brained ward agents. The boxes littered all over town likely would stay quiet until they reset in a few hours.

Though lost in thought he heard Tutac read off the message then stop. He looked over to her to reply and found her unmoving. That wasn't good. Then the corner of his eye occluded with a shape of pain stacked a house high. He didn't have much time to think and less to act. Apan's foot showered with yellow spore as he shot one leg backward that carried an impact of acrid rot with it. Apan was glad he'd gotten the crossbow out earlier he didn't need to dig for anything just grab after the strike leap for mahina hoping he had enough time before getting stabbed.

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Mahina stood there, sort of in shock, and short of in pride. She saw key points that could have saved her life if they were in battle. One small step for Mahina. She thought. Focusing back on the beast she studied the woman. Shapeshifter, that is one. Would love to get a look at her true form. She thought more. She had totally forgot The Hunter was there and was shocked by the sound of his voice.
“You were asking all the wrong questions, sir. At the rate you were going another monster could have slipped in. Going with you might just save your life. As for you,” She spoke turning her attention to the monster. “So you slay both species. Interesting.” Her eyes were sparked with interest, but she started to follow The Hunter. “Hope to come across you again sometime, until then.”
Leaving with The Hunter she ran with him. She knew she hurt his ego so she ran behind him even though she could have ran faster. Looking around, she notice they were heading to a church.

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She twitched, looking at Baleful. “What the hell did you just do?” She asked before turning her attention back to the creature. She could hear it, but not see it. She notice however that it sounded to be going toward wherever Baleful was heading. Her head was getting dizzy and before she knew it her sight was getting a little hazy.
Stumbling, she hurried to a wall and laid down. Don’t move. If I don’t move maybe I can let this thing run its course. She thought.

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Bellatroix watched as the elder hunter left, along with, albeit reluctantly an apprentice in tow. She could barely hold back the amusement his frustration offered her. She recognized something of a youthful eagerness in this hunter-to-be, but discipline as well. She could feel suspicion, but not aggression from the them. This hunter was not as contentious as his predecessor, a trait she found... amiable. This generation intrigues me more by the minute.

Her attention was then drawn to the crows hissing at her, as well as the yellow mess that remained of the one crushed underfoot by Mahina. A strange force possessed the creature, moved it, saw through it, felt through it. It reminded her some of her own essence occupying malleable flesh including its vicious interaction with regular flesh, albeit less intrinsic, and far less elegant she surmises. Quickly dismissed as the craft of beasts, most likely instead is the work of the hunter covered in yellow cloth. It mattered little as he was below with some... baser creature... and little did she expect of his sentries.

She followed shortly after the two, only to see, gleaming in the lamplight, the silvery glimmer of armor from two of different orders. She slipped silently away from the light to watch from the shadows. Safer to assume those of more pious orders to be less willing to listen to reason from one such as herself. She looked towards the source of the chaos located at the church. What madness wages war upon the church? A thought freezes in her mind, and she twitches, a primal hiss escapes from her lips. She had remembered how more than patrons of the faith are being housed there. Abandoning the posture of man she takes to all four and takes quietly to the rooftops in a bestial frenzied rush, in hopes to salvage at least a few young lives.