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Mahina Grosvenor

I stand here alone to fight the monsters that want to rip y'all throats out.

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

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Age: 23

Gender: Female

Appearance: Mihana is 5' with a muscular frame. She has crystal blue eyes and moonlight hair with tan skin.

Armor: Seeing as Mahina chose medium armor. Balance between agility and protection was something she found important given her weapon. She has metal breastplate and pauldrons with leather jerkin underneath for padding.

Equipment: She has her double scythe, Shadow Moon and her star pendant is a necklace that she usually wears around her neck, but before battle she ties it around her scythe.

Powers/Magic: Her magic abilities are: Shadow Conjuring, Silver Moonlight, and Energy Sapping.
  • Shadow Conjuring helps her move faster, block attacks, and set up obstacles to take cover behind.
  • Silver Moonlight helps to distract her opponent.
  • Energy Sapping ties in with Silver Moonlight. Energy Sapping make the opponent feel tired, exhausted, and (if she can reach a high level) knock someone/something unconscious.

Personality: Mahina is a quite person. She focuses on her studies and how to become a better hunter. She gets lonely, but the her goals keeps her focus. She is dutiful and loyal. She might come off as cold, because she will refuse a good time out, but she just trying her best to be a better person for the sake of human kind.

Skills/Strengths: Her skills/strengths are all in her fighting. She is agile, flexible, and swift. She moves gracefully with her scythe.

Weakness: Working with people. Mahina likes to go in alone, less people she has to worry about more focus on the goal. Also social skills, she awkward.

Background: Mahina grew up with a family that trained to a certain degree in fighting monsters. Her mother and father were owners of a weapon store and training gym. She trained there since she was six. Her aunt married a black smith who gave her Shadow Moon on her 16th birthday. On the day she left her whole family gifted her her armor.

So begins...

Mahina Grosvenor's Story

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#, as written by Sambea
Mahina held the star pendant around her neck as she walked onto the street in time to see someone walk into where the guild was. A person, or at least he hoped was a person, was bent down by the slain monster with a suitcase near. "The hell?" She whispered as she made her way over. Her right hand slid back to Shadow Moon, just in case it wasn't a human, but what kind of human looked like some wrapped up creature?

"Or at least I have more use for it than you."

She heard the voice of a male. "Uhm..." She said, trying to figure a way around him. "Just...take uhm....your time." She spoke softly, if at all. She wasn't really used to talking to human strangers. Where she lived was large enough to attract some attention, but small enough for everyone to know each other.

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Baleful heard the talking outside not to mention the pairs of footsteps. This was turning into a wonderful evening, it looked like there was more fun to be had.He held his breath, his body simply vanished as he opened the door back out onto the street. This would give anyone a second thought on how the door opened. He quickly stepped out his feet moving around the blood making sure to leave no trace of where he was moving. The clock was one for him before he ran out of time for his invisibility.

His movements took him into the shadows of a nearby alley where he slowly let his breath go in a slow manner to suppress the sound. Here he could watch the other two recruits and maybe test their skills before they entered.

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Amid separating major layers of skin from sinew Apan stopped for a moment to remove his face mask. His was an exotic face framed in shoulder length sandy blonde hair from some forgotten desert region. With blue eyes? Or teal perhaps? The longer one looked and blinked at him the harder it was to pin down the exact shade. The whole of his face had a similar feeling like something had changed. The only constant was thin pale lichtenberg figures, like those hit with lightning strikes, running up from below the neckline of his robe. It was difficult to tell when they rearranged his tanned skin ever so slightly the instant out of sight.

Apan offered a smile and a free hand that somehow forgot the soiling blood on the way over, "A pleasure to meet you, lady warrior. As long as your beauty and metal someday bring me more specimen I'll not disparage either. This one is still warm I assume our benefactor is inside."

Thumb-clamped scalpel hand weaved through his auburn hair Apan curled one side of his smile, "One wouldn't want to go into the dark without having an idea of what's there. Thus I seek knowledge! Are you here to make an implement of it?"

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As The Hunter was fixing up some papers, he heard voices coming from outside the guild building. He guessed it was the new recruits coming to try our in becoming a hunter, he was glad that there was already a group of people already eager to join the Guild. However the sounds of a scream echoes through the quiet streets and immediately he knew something had happened. Once he set his papers, we walked over to the door and placed a simple trap, a simple rope that would snare the first Hunter that would trigger it. It was a small test for them.

Once the trap was set, he walked outside the guild building and saw a small group of three people outside of it. "So you are all the new hunters that applied to join the guild, once you all get to know each other wait inside the guild. I am going to investigate what that scream was all about." The Hunter spoke as he ran in the direction where he heard the scream.

There were only two reasons why a monster would be in the city, they were either foolish enough to think they can get a free meal. Or a rather smart monster had entered the city. Whichever it was he was prepared to eliminate it. Once he arrived at the source of the scream, he could already smell a familiar iron smell. Blood, someone had been killed. He slowly entered the house just as the sun was now covering the land, and inside he saw a head sitting on a dining table with a note stuck to it.

The sight was disturbing however The Hunter remained calm since this was not his first time seeing some bizarre things. He took the note off the head and read what it said. It was a strange letter addressed to him, almost like whoever killed this man knew he would be the first on the scene. It also stated how this man was a killer, his victims in the basement. The latter also warned him that a human would possibly kill him. He knew whatever killed this man was a monster, a smart one at that. It was true that criminals still roamed the land, monsters living among the cities while most people focused their efforts on the beasts that lurked outside. With a sigh, he pocketed the letter and left the house for the morning soldiers to clean it up. He was not sure why a monster would take justice in its own hands, but he would not brood over it. He walked back to the guild to see if the recruits were prepared, or even if one of them was snared.

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Mahina blinked at the strange man. "Uhm...call me Mahina, please." She spoke softly. What he was doing was actually a smart idea, but being she focused more on her strength in body than in mind. Her body shifted and her hand dropped from Shadow Moon. "Did...you get a lot? I mean of what you need...that is." She said while sort of sighing at the end. She thought she sounded stupid. She rarely talked at home, yet she felt she was blabbering away with a complete stranger.

Stepping back, she gave the man his room, or rather she gave herself some room. The smell of death slowly started to form. "That is actually pretty sm-" She was interrupted by a lady's scream. Her body swung around into a fighting stance, her hand on Shadow Moon once again. "The hell.." She whispered.

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#, as written by Adler
"Well isn't today going to be fun, it's been less than an hour and someone has already been murdered." Baleful stepped from the shadows of the alley looking at the other two from under his hood.

He truthfully didn't see much in them, they could of been fun targets to hunt if he had stuck to his old profession but they would not have last long against him. The woman carried some unwieldy double ended pole arm that looked more decorative then it did functional. The other man he didn't get quite a good luck at but he presumed him to be of a more scientific or magical nature as he was digging around the corpse.

Erebus took a place near the now closed guild door watching the other two and waiting to see if the master hunter returned.

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Brown hair swayed as Apan nodded at the nervous Mahina with a cordial smile. Then a new victim screams from somewhere turned far too dark. Apan picked his hand crossbow out of the suitcase replacing a jar inside as the body dripped its last bits of monstrous ichor. As the hunter walked past he made a half bow content with the Mahina on guard to get what remained of his flesh sample to a jar of formaldehyde. He put his weapon down by his side and finished separating the square of flesh. Into the jar of formaldehyde is plunked creating a sickening color. Apan hastily screwed the lid on and looked over at Mahina on guard.

Far too much excitement beamed from his green eyes and voice, "Another body perhaps? I'll need to make a proper morgue! The bodies will sour far too quickly!"

Apan's pale face and mismatched blue/green eyes fixed on Bale, "You look like a good supplier! No human bodies however I've no interest in studying them unless they were struck down by hands of nonhuman beings."

Wooden tools and jars clonked as Apan filled his suitcase again. They were all somehow already dry of ichor.

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As The Hunter returned to the guild building, he noticed that all the hunters were still outside. He had clearly gave them an order which they did not follow. "Either you all are really trying to know every single little thing about each other, or you all were busy when I gave the order to wait in the guild. As punishment, your first training session will be hell on earth. First, everyone get settled in the guild now! I have important information about tactics and skills about your fellow hunters. And how to use them to your advantage." With that said, The Hunter entered the guild and gracefully avoided the snare he had placed there. He then sat behind a desk and began to wait for the rest of the hunters to settle in.

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#, as written by Sambea
She watched THE Hunter walk towards them. A bit confused on how he back so fast, she stood straight again.

punishment, your first training session will be hell on earth. First, everyone get settled in the guild now!

Inwardly she sighed. "Because sitting in a building when a monster is coming is so smart. More like sitting ducks." She thought, but did what he said. She slowly walked in after him and around the snare. "Such an obvious trap." She thought again.

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"I could point you to a few unmarked graves if you're interested or to a couple bogs where I lead some overly confident warriors to their end." His face was covered but his head was turned to Apan as he answered.

The returning Hunter caught Balefuls eye but he did not flinch at the mans voice or mere presence walking by him. He gave his own answer to the Hunter as he walked past.

"So you were going to take it easy on us? I didn't come here to be babysat in the first place. Now at least we get to see the meaning of what you call hell. I'm a harsh judge after all." Baleful had a very cold uncompromising tone that held tinges of violence dripping from every word.

Baleful entered the building as well stepping around the snare.

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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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#, as written by Sambea
Tutac stood in front of the guild building, or at least she thought it was the place. She fixed her hood and smiled big, making sure her entrance was happy and cheerful. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she strolled into the building. Of course she wasn't looking downwards or actually anywhere, but straight forwards. Upon entering she cheerily said, "HEL-" but was interrupted by stepping into the snare and being turned upside down.

"Well glad I didn't wear a dress today!" She laughed holding her cane in one hand while the other held her bag of Job's Tears.

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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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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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Face mask pulled down he was quiet going down the stairs even as haggard murmurs landed on the windowsills. A small murder of milky-eyed crows sporting their orange coral fungus as well as one or two living ones meandered inside in chase. Others stared at the hunter from windowsills while looking for Apan. Running from trouble never ended well when trouble was watching on its own but his dim pets insist danger was here somewhere in uncomfortably large numbers. He thought it unwise to argue about it in favor of going deeper inside the hunter's guild to ponder a course of action. He was used to watchers in the dark and fear left uncontrolled usually got one subsumed. That however left the problem of what trouble now lurks.

He'd expected the monsters were something beastial and designed his wards so. It was why half the time they'd spotted a rabid badger a few would start cawing at him from rooftops about it. He hadn't the skill yet to make them more discerning. However with the advent of this class "S" Apan wondered if he missed the obvious. Did even the basest monster have as much nascent humanity as their monstrous intellects? Well, now he supposed he knew where the part of his own humanity sacrificed had gone. Perhaps he needed to qualify his quarry further.

Half listening to Bale the yellow-masked Apan responded with a lilting voice, ♫Noone sacrificed, nothing gained!♫

He continued quietly to those on the stairs, "There's something wrong in town but I don't know where or what. My wards must have all lit at once."

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Two living crows wandered with the fallen ones while they wandered from object to object. Fallen ones pecked at a wood flat thing but they left, it wasn't shiny. They found a tasty bug! It still wasn't shiny? We ate it anyway. The fallen ones didn't eat. They made bad calls and stared. Their roost was tended by the yellow skin and there was food there sometimes. The flock moves! Fallen ones went up to a metal skin and sharps then pecked the legs! We did not join them it was dangerous to peck the metal skins! Fallen ones stared but my flockmate didn't look to them either so the fallen ones must not see shiny there. A fallen one stayed to stare at the metal skin and sharps but the rest of the flock moved on.

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The Hunter chuckled when Beatrice mentioned him reaching past his zenith. "I may be growing old, but I still have a long ways to go before I retire. As for the recruits, someone has to take over the monster hunting work. If I am the only Hunter and I grow too hold to fight, then the people here would be in danger, but with these new recruits I have hope that they can carry on the work to fight." He stated as he gathered a bunch of papers off his desk. "Anyways, no thanks are necessary for the work we do. Its appreciated but knowing people will have one less thing willing to eat them its all the thanks I need...Well that's just my opinion of course. Anyhow, anything else you would like to ask of me? Or shall I wish you a good day?"



For the Hunters that wandered into the basement, they would find themselves in a rather large underground arena. It was eight stories high and two football fields wide. The Arena had many obstacles from pieces of stone resembling cover to buildings and random debree. The arena was also well lit with torches filling the place. Along the walls there were massive closed doors that were barred with beams of metal. They would easily note this was some sort of training ground.

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"I hope there are large amounts of faith in me, sir" Baleful heard the Hunter while he was stopped on the stairs. He shot back his remarks in hopes of increasing the intensity of the training.

Baleful simply leaned against the wall for a moment waiting to see if he got a roar out of the hunter at all.

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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."