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Maleki

"Life is not a blessing, life is pain"

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a character in “The Magic Hunters of Valderia”, as played by whscorbin

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“Blade with whom I have lived, blade with whom I now die, serve me well one last time, seek out last heart of my foe, cut well old friend, and then farewell”


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Name: Maleki Slagger
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: Troll




Physical Description: Standing at 6’8 he is a giant compared to many of the other races, among us own kind he would only be considered of average height though. His is a bluish grey, seemingly embodying the color of the frozen tundra itself. His skin was covered in what looked like light grey veins creating a spidery web pattern across his body which created a slight shimmer illusion when he moved . Long hours spent working and training had made it so that his figure was well maintained, his arms and legs rippling with muscles. His hands and feet callused and hardened from the work that he did. His hair was a bright red, vibrant and blood like in a way that the clash of colors between it and his skin only worked to bring out and complement each other.

His face was made of slanted angular features with a bulbous nose in the center. The slope of his face and the angle of his eyes bring the main focus down to his nose and mouth. His mouth had two protruding tusks from the sides of his mouth, both of them jutting down to just past his chiseled chin. In a still moment, all of his features could look as though they had been made out of ice, each one hard and with an illusion that you could be cut by one of them.


Skin color:bluish grey
Hair color: Red
Eye Color: Bright Blue




Occupation: Renegade Bounty Hunter for the nation of Circo

Bio: Maleki was born into a house who had a long tradition of acting as warriors and hunters. He never knew his mother, his oldest memories not including her, his father was often away serving as a guard to some of the leading troll lords. Due to his fathers’ absence he was raised mainly by his only uncle who served as a peacekeeper in one of Circos most chaotic cities. This made it so that Maleki grew up among the chaos and trouble of the city, he saw criminals and fools dying in the gutters of the city and witnessed what were supposed to be orderly duels end with the deaths of both parties.

His early childhood with his uncle were clouded by youthful ignorance, he never realized the troubles that they had been facing. Since they had no other relative his uncle would take him along with him on patrols and when doing some of his lighter duties, these trips often took them into some of the worse areas and exposing them to the suffering and problems of the ones within it. Looking back he would never realize how these little trips with his uncle made it so that he was hardened towards the suffering of others, it also instilled in him the concepts of duty that both his uncle upheld and he imagined his father upholding.

As time passed Maleki grew larger and stronger, his mind growing sharp as his physical prowess increased greatly. Maleki began his true training underneath his uncle, being taught the basics of combat as well as the tools of the trade for a peacekeeper; things such as tracking down criminals, investigating problems and how to handle the many different kinds of people he and his uncle would run into. His schooling also allowed him to improve his mental abilities, things such as history washed over him without him caring at all but he would grab onto other areas such as logic and magic with a gusto. It was during this period where he learned of the death of his father, an event which barely touched him since his father had been little more than a fable his uncle would tell him about rather than any real part of his life.

In his seventeenth year his uncle was killed right before his eyes, while accompanying him on his patrol Maleki watched as his uncle was challenged to a duel and killed, an event which was considered frowned upon by many other groups. This crushed Maleki, the only person he had ever truly known as a father figure butchered before his very eyes. Left on his own he tracked down his uncles’ murderer and took vengeance upon him, a battle which almost cost Maleki his life as well. It was this event which sealed his fate and set up on the path of the bounty hunter.

Over a year long career Maleki hunted down over twenty bounties, men and women who had for one reason or another had bounties placed upon their heads and who could be legally killed or captured without fear of repercussions. His families’ magic made his job even easier, learning the technique from his uncle. He took the tusks, teeth or bones of his prey and transformed them into trinkets which increased his power. His preferred manner of acquiring these trinkets was via duels, challenging a troll and then knocking them unconscious. He would then remove one of the defeateds tusks, an act which brought shame upon the loser. The same could be done to any of the other races of course but had a more negative stigma associated with it. Maleki was not a very well-liked figure on the bounty hunter scene though, he cared very little about the prey that he sought and cared even less for the politics of the cities where he worked, and this led him to create a few enemies that he didn’t even realize existed. Part of the way that the bounty sister works is that any member of the gentry can issue a bounty on someone not of the gentry, if the price was high enough no one would question the authenticity of the bounty. One of these was placed upon Malekis’ head after he felled one of the children of a noble family, this caused his fellow bounty hunters to come after him; men and women who had little love for him to begin with and who he had no love for as well. This forced him to leave though, to set out on the road where not as many people knew his face.

Hometown: Nomek- large, almost lawless city within the nation of Circo
Home country: Circo

Personality:A hard man, or boy perhaps Maleki has a very cynical view of both life and the world around him. He keeps his emotions buried and hidden away from the world, he cannot help but think that by showing his emotions he might open himself up to injury. Many look at him and think that he holds some sort of deep anger or sorrow inside, the truth is though that he holds nothing of the sort inside. Maleki recognizes the fact that in many ways he is empty on the inside and this causes him to try his best to fill the gap, nothing he has found so far succeeds.

Due to his upbringing and lack of any real emotional connections with anyone other than his uncle, Maleki has very little attachments to other people. He cares very little about the concept of friends and family which makes him a rather hard person to get close to. It isn’t that he is exceptionally mean towards other but rather that he is just a naturally cold person, making no real effort to develop relationships.

Another product of how he was raised is that he has little to no concept of mercy or charity. In his view life itself is a struggle, a terrible thing in almost every sense. In his eyes the greatest mercy you could probably give to someone is the gift of death, to release them from their suffering. This partially reflects his views on morality, the issue of good and bad. A nihilist in view, he sees the issue of morality as non-existent, there is no such thing as a good or bad action but rather actions which are or are not beneficial to you. Morality is a useful fiction that bares no weight.




Likes:
-Flames
-Dogs
-Books
-Fighting
-Liquor
-Cities
-Magic
-Darkness
-Sleeping

Dislikes:
-Rain
-Morality
-Complaining
-Bombs
-Lizards




Skills and Abilities


Tracking-More than capable of hunting down his prey, he is a man hunter and specializes predicting where his targets will go and what they will do in attempts to evade him

Investigating- Instruction under his uncle has taught him the basics of investigating crimes scenes and understand scenarios. This gives him a leg up on figuring out both what has happened and what might happen in the future.

Healing His heritage has granted him increased healing factors which allow him to recover at rapid rates, when his adrenaline is pumping his blood production increases dramatically making it very difficult for him to bleed out. Additionally he is able to draw himself into a coma like sleep that allows rapid regeneration

Combat-A powerful warrior he specializes in single target combat, brutal and efficient he prefers not to give his opponents a chance to fight back. Skilled with shields and blades of all shapes and sizes.

Dueling- His heritage and the culture he was raised in has made him a powerful magic duelist, capable of throwing out spells in the blink of an eye and at avoiding, blocking, or shaking them off quickly.

Enchanting-A family magic taught to him in his youth, he is able to turn objects taken from living beings into trinkets which bestow power or blessings of some sort. This requires a large amount of energy and power.

Stubborn- Both mental and physical determination and skill has made him capable of shrugging off all but the most serious of injuries

Magic- A somewhat capable magic user, his abilities mainly go towards combat. When it comes to black magic he has the basic set of dueling spells that most trolls learn as well as the family skills of enchanting and creating trinkets. Additionally he possesses a number of small spells relating to stunning and confusing his opponents. His magic skills in the arcana mainly focus around fire, he is able to start and control to some extent flames. He can exude large amounts of heat from his body that will burn what he touches but his most powerful ability requires a small metal object of some sort. This ability causes the object to superheat and shoot forward towards a target.




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Armor- Malekis wears a simple armor outfit with light chain and metal plates. While he wears a pair of armored gauntlets his upper arms are normally exposed, his legs covered in a similar manner by steel boots that come up to about his knees. His chest has a half plate upon it which covers him except for the upper left portion of his body. The armor itself is all made out of a similar material that he had specially forged for him.


Shield-Carries a tower shield that is small by the standards of shield like it. Four feet long and two feet wide it is engraved with the symbol of the wolf on front. It is formed of three layers, the bottom layer is a thick and hardened layer of oak wood with a layer of chain male with a final plate of thinner steel on top. This is heavy but tough and capable.

Thorn Bastard Sword- Some blades are forged from the heart of a fallen star, special made for the wielder, almost said to be bonded to the one whom creates it. Then you have others that are bought from a drunken blacksmith missing a finger; blades such as the one Maleki wields. Carried on his back with the hilt above his right shoulder this blade is about two and a half feet long, unlike most weapons who have a straight edge sharpened to a point this one has spikes running along both sides. Each point of which is sharp enough to piece through both armor and flesh. Made out of a special material, the blade is able to conduct head very well and when heated the edges seem to sharpen themselves. The hand grip of the weapon is just large enough for both hands to grip it while the weapon itself is just light enough to be wielded with one hand. This blade is best used with both hands though and in a slashing motion rather than a stabbing one.

Short blade- Worn at the waste this blade is only one and a half feet long, while longer than a knife this blade is more specially made to be used along with a shield. The blade has a circular guard around the hilt that encompasses the hand and protects it from being damaged.

Knives- Malekis carries a small collection of short knives on his person, normally close to ten of them, each one is kept sharp and perfectly balanced for throwing if needed.

Trinkets- Malekis only has four trinkets remaining, a number of them lost when he was forced to flee from his fellow bounty hunters. Of the four that he has all of them are tusks taken from opponent trolls. The most powerful one improves his regenerative properties, while not making him anywhere near unkillable he is able to heal up most minor woods easily and if he has sufficient time then some normally fatal wounds can be survived. The second trinket is inscribed with a set of light green runes which when called upon allow him to heighten his senses and see in the dark. This comes at a draw back though, while the trinket might allow him to count the flaps of a hummingbirds wings, the sound from even that bird can become overwhelming if the trinket is not used with caution. The next trinket is covered in faint red runes and includes symbols of flames covering it, additionally a faint heat can be felt from it at all times. This trinket enhances Malekis’ abilities when it comes to fire magic and also grants him increased resistance to flames. The final trinket was the first one he ever had and it was one that his uncle himself taught him to make, a rather long tusk that is as long as someone’s hand and has a series of hammers engraved upon it. This one allows for the user to increase their strength for short bursts, the bonus is not too amazing though and if used for extended periods of time can cause the users muscles to rip apart.



[size=150]Magic:


Black Magic: Years spent hunting down bounties has made him delve into the dark magics, embracing those abilities which give him an advantage in combat.

Stun Blast- The most basic spell, launches a small ball of purplish energy from the palm of his hand, capable of knocking uncouncious an opponent. Projectile speed is medium, only as fast a thrown rock.

Trinket Ritual- A ritual passed down through his family to transform part of a fallen foe into a weapon of power. Object should be made out of some form of biological material such as bone or skin and most come from either a person or beast who the caster himself has defeated. The ritual requires nightfall, a ritual circle and about a two hour period. Ritual does not work all the time and the caster does not have the ability to determine the attributes of the trinket himself but rather it is determined based upon the fallen foe.

Tracking magic- Each person leaves an imprint of themselves upon the objects that they touch, the longer in contact with said object makes the imprint stronger, additionally the emotional connection to the object can enhance the imprint. An object with a strong enough imprint on it can be used to track down the person who placed the imprint, this tracking spell can either be tied to an object; like a compass that will always point towards the target, or can be used in a ritual to give the caster an impression as to the current location of the imprinter. Naturally there are a number of problems that can arise with this spell, the first is that imprints can fade or be overridden by other people, it is not possible to identity the imprinter simply from his imprint, and also the spell may direct a person to a larger imprint rather than the imprinter himself.

Arcane Fire Magic: Study has allowed him mastery over a single point of magic, that of fire. While not the greatest mage he is considered more than competent in his abilities.

Molten Blade- Primarily used along with the thorn bastard sword, the blade is heated to the point where most weapons would melt, this allows the weapons to rip through armor easier and a cut from it will result in massive burns to the opponent. The blade when heated can accidently set other things on fire though, additionally the ability uses a large amount of energy which increases as the weapon is used.

Flame Blow- the focusing of energy into his hand allows him to set it aflame, the magic does only minimal damage to him and due to his natural regenerative abilities these injuries are almost non-existent. A blow from this has increased strength in addition to burning the target struck.

Infernal Breath- Maleki can ignite certain gases and materials with the focus of his mind, when eaten these materials allow him to exhale a fume which can be ignited and turned into a flaming blast. This technique is only possible with the proper regents, many of which can be poisonous if taken in the wrong doses.

Fireball- The main technique of any fire mage, a fireball is simply a ball of fire called out of the air and directed towards a target. This is however a rather broad term that encompasses many different techniques and styles, many mages launch huge boulder sized balls of flame towards there opponents. Maleki prefers a smaller method, he focuses the energy out his fingers and channels the balls of flame into small marble sized balls that burn at high temperatures. These can be launched rather quickly and once released use the oxygen in the air to continue burning. The downside of this style is that Meleki cannot control them once launched and they do not always kill, the size makes it so that incineration is close to impossible.


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Maleki's Story

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The streets were too crowded, the people to hasty and inconsiderate, the place had an odd odor of spices and the stink that all cities gained from having a mass of people living within it. . Kergstien, what had once been only a name of a long far off city was now a place Maleki was very much disliking. Everywhere he looked something about the place rubbed him the wrong way, from the swarms of people who could pose a threat to him to the noise which would be considered a crime in his home city. This was not even taking into account the look people gave him, a large blue troll walking in their midst would make most people look twice but when they were carrying weapons as obviously as he was, well people were not greeting him with open arms.

Maleki had only just arrived though, his feet carrying him far from his homeland as he dodged what few pursuers were still willing to hunt him for the price on his head. By instinct he had made his way to the crime riddled underbelly of the city, every city had one. The taverns, the poverty, the crime, all these were signs that he was familiar with and things which made him just a little more comfortable. He had spent the morning checking the bounties and jobs that the taverns had, most of them were not worth pursuing and when he asked he found out that he would not even be able to pursuer his old job of hunting bounties here since the pickings were just too slim at the moment. Bad signs indeed since his pockets were already starting to feel empty and he had yet to even find himself some sort of place to stay for the night. By his estimates he would be flat broke by the end of the week. He had done a lot to get here, crossing the border and being on the run for over a month now.

Maleki could not help but let a sigh run through him, it seemed as though his luck was starting to get a little low. His feet carried him with the crowd, walking towards the central square where he would begin looking for work. Pulling away from everyone else he turned down one of the darker allies, trying to get away from others so that he was not bothered. After a moment it was simply him and the sound of his heavy feet upon the ground, a moment later he felt it. Looking down he a man, though only a man based on the beard that could be seen from the heap of trash and dirt covering him, grabbed onto his leg. “Please….” A lone plea, a single sound begging for help. Maleki could not help but snear, tearing his foot away and continuing towards the square. From the sounds of it the man was almost dead, even if Maleki had given him all his money the man might still die, if he had been back in Circo he would have killed the man; given him a respite from life and the suffering he was enduring. Stepping out of the alley Maleki felt the sun hit him in the face, the light shining upon him as he entered the square. Instinctively his eyes picked out each entrance and exit, six of them in total, and he started to make his way towards the set up booths. If he was lucky, some merchant or guard would be looking for warriors, if he was very lucky he might even hear about a good bounty or two that would set him up for a while but if he was unlucky he would just have to find a mark that he could take down for profit. One way or another, he would not allow himself get to the end of the week without some money going into his pocket.

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Maleki had already made his way through a handful of stall, some selling trinkets and goods while other sold food, drinks and sweets. The smells of all the food had pulled at him and he could not help but have a bit, he had to admit that the food was rather good for human fare. The crowd flowed around him and the stalls, most people moving at a far quicker pace then he himself was. When it came to his job hunt he had so far had little luck, other than an apple merchant looking for some manual labor, nothing really caught his attention as a good option. The square was full of humans of all sizes, both little and big, most of them engaging in the celebrations of whatever this festival was about. At least Maleki hoped that it was a festival, it seemed insane for any group to have a celebration like this more than a few times a year. You had children running left and right, merchants shouting towards people about the good they were selling, a couple fools entertaining people. A rather large group of people were even gathered around a man playing with what looked like dolls. Maleki even bothered to stop by for a moment, watching as the dolls danced around under the control of a yellow haired human, judging from the smile on the man’s face he was enjoying both the attention he was receiving as well as the performance he was giving. He moved on after a moment though, he enjoyed a good show himself but he wanted to see what he could find.

The sound of gunshots broke through the crowd, a sound that was all too familiar to Maleki. Instinctively his hand moved towards his blade on his back, pulling it slightly from its scabbard as his eyes scanned the crowd, looking for the source of the sound. He had been on high alert since going on the run, as such the sounds of violence immediately put him on edge. What he saw though put him quickly at ease, instead of an opponent that he would need to fight he simply saw a human having discharged his weapon into some sort of machine. What did catch his attention the most though was the fact that the man was talking, or rather yelling, towards a rather large stone woman. Some variant of earth elemental in all likely hood, Maleki had run into a pair of who had left an impression, on his backside, in the shape of a boot. His uncle had even lectured him on the nature of elementals a few times, well to be specific the lectures were more his uncle talking about all the different varieties of elementals that he had run into before.

After a moment Maleki began moving again, the sight of a troll with a partially drawn weapon staring intently towards the other side of the square had caused a number of people to take notice, with a grunt he released his blade and letting it slide back into its sheath as he began walking again. It was only a few moment later that the celebrations picked back up in full again, the slight confusion quickly vanishing as people got back to what they were doing. Maleki made his way through the crowd, stopping at one or two more stalls before making his way towards the gun shooting human and earth elemental. At this point the statue was holding a sign advertising some sort of hunting group, the almost barbaric scrawl on it made it rather difficult to read. The idea of a hunt was rather appealing to him.

It took him a few moment to wade his way through the crowd before he got to the booth, from this distance he could better make out the words on the sign, a magic hunting party sounded rather interesting. From what he knew they were able to make rather large amounts of money and more importantly they were kept on the move most of the time which sounded rather good to Maleki since he wanted to avoid staying in one place. He studied the two people at the booth. The earth elemental was obviously female, large and stone-like which had been rather obvious even from the other side of the square, she was waving towards people which seemed rather odd for someone of such great size, yet her stone flesh moved easily through the motions. The human was rather odd himself, he wore his black hair and a ponytail in addition to a rather plain looking trench coat except for the long patch that seemed to mark some sort of organization. The man seemed like the sort who was a rater old campaigner, the type of person who instead of becoming hard and powerful had become complacent and easy going. Maleki could not help but scowl a little at it, he did not seem like the type of person who would make for a good employer, but it still seemed like a better option than the apple merchant. Moving in front of the he approached the booth, walking forward he placed his hand on the counter before the man, his eyes surveying the place slowly as he spoke. “What work do you have bossman?”

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Just a little bit further... Spotface tickled the clasp of the necklace again, angling ever so slightly, so that the once the thing was off it would fall right in his palm. Being truthful, this game wasn't much more interesting than the pocketwatches; getting to the right height to reach the necklaces had taken some creativity, but now that Spotface had burrowed within a cocoon of hanging stuffed animal prizes, the rest was the simple. He was going to quit, only, this necklace had the look of a magic item...

Somewhere not far off, the sound of gunshots rang and echoed, joining with yelps and worried murmuring. Spotface jumped, his fingers fumbling, and the woman turned to face him in sudden horror. As the jewelry sprung loose from her neck, her voice went from pleasantly melodious to a high pitched shriek. "Help, thIIEEEF!" The comedy of her sudden voice change gave Spotface only a moment more to burst from his perch and away down the road. Rapid footsteps and urgent voices confirmed that the city watch was close on his tail. Distantly, he realized that he was running in the direction the shots came from--not particularly smart, Spotface, there will probably be more guards waiting for you--but it was too late now. He darted and weaved below tables, stalls, carts, and dresses. Turning down an alley that proved to be a dead end, men bounded in after to end the chase, only to find it empty. With a whoosh and the whizz-zip of his grappling shot, in seconds he was on the rooftops, ripping off his goggles and applying a fake beard. Jumping from roof to roof, he found a discrete place to clamber down, and bumped into the very same beggar from before--who was happy to supply Spotface with some spare rags.

He figured it would take a while to hobble quietly and slowly out of town, but it wasn't really an issue. No one paid any attention to beggars, after all, especially a greenskin. Winded from the running and excitement, he stopped to rest in the main square, where an amusing sign caught his attention. Super Awesome Magic Hunters, you say? Why, I was practically doing that just now!

The more Spotface thought about it, the more the idea appealed to him. He could use his skills on real world challenges instead of juvenile games, and in ways less likely to get him arrested. Working on a team might not be so bad, either, Spotface realized. That beggar, he mused, had probably been the first person he'd been friendly with in several months of traveling solo. Slipping into the shadows, he worked his way around the square until he arrived at the table in question. There was quite an array of people waiting there, and Spotface couldn't help but pause for a moment to take in, not one, but two towering giants. “What work do you have bossman?” the blue one asked. Regaining his composure, he walked as confidently as he could manage to the Teker manning the table.
"Yeah, uh.. where do I sign?"

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(You can edit Fera's display name, you know. I recommend doing it soon.)

June 21--10:33 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


While Michael was approaching the booth of the Magic Hunter, he saw a goblin and a troll both go up, asking to join. Well, they're attracting a rather interesting crowd... A bit more intrigued, Michael continued to approach, glancing at the "statue" once again. He still was rather interested in it, but it was best to keep his mind on his goals now. But it was clear now that it--no, she--was alive, and so just in case, he kept a meter away from the rock giant.

Walking past the troll and the goblin, he went up to the crazy man in the trenchcoat, silently praying said man had a bit more sanity than in his first impression, and asked, "Excuse me, sir, but do you think you could give me a few details on your business?" As the pink-haired boy spoke, he raised his left hand and pointed it directly at the sign that the "statue" was holding. "For example, do you have a plan yet for where to start with your magic hunting? A location, perhaps, that you'll be searching first? And when will you be setting off?"

Hopefully it was somewhere close by, or started quite a bit later, for classes went on for one more week, and Michael didn't want to play hooky.

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Just as Thomas managed to get his fans' attention back, he suddenly was interrupted again by a bunny girl landing directly next to him and distracting him, causing the puppets to falter in their movements.

The performer was very annoyed. This was the second time in a row that his show had gotten interrupted, and his fans probably were already starting to wander. He had to end this matter quickly and get on with the show somehow...but how?

"I'm, ah, very sorry to hear you do not feel comfortable with my performance. But unfortunately--" here Thomas gestured to the fans, who were watching him with anxiety and impatience, causing him to worry even more. "--I think you'll find I have quite a few admirers who have been enjoying my performance. So, greatest apologies, but I cannot stop now."

Turning away, he prepared to start up the show, desperately praying that he would not be interrupted a third time.

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Felix stared at the growing crowd around and began flicking his tail back and forth. "Hugo, are you going to answer the questions of this ideal and racially diverse group, or are you going to sit there LIKE SOME MUTE IDIOT?" Felix turned his head to glare at Hugo and possibly smack him around, but he wasn't there. "Yo Felix!" Felix quickly swerved his head to where Hugo's voice was coming from, underneath the table, of course, "Where the hell did we place the contracts?" Felix facepawed, "They're next to our broken radio." "Okay, found it! Thanks Felix,"Hugo emerged from underneath the table with two fat stacks of paper. Hugo slammed the two piles onto the table.

"Before I begin I am required by law to give a quick disclaimer. Magic hunting is dangerous job that has a high fatality rate and may lead to painful and gruesome death, also be cool and don't do drugs. Now that everyone here is aware of the consequences of magic hunting we can continue. Greetings, my name is Hugo and I am the Hunts Master of this party. This my comrade Felix, I wouldn't recommend trying to pet him, but you can test your luck if you want." Felix glared at Hugo who returned the look with a smile. "The party will be acting as an official expedition party that will act on the behalf of the GMHO and because of this I cannot divulge the details of the expedition in public or to non party members. If the circumstances were different I would be free to tell everything, but the GMHO doesn't like people knowing everything about what they do and I'd like to keep my license and my life. You are also required to sign either a two month or four month contract to join the party so that you will be able to receive the necessary visas. So who wants to get rich or die a horrendous and painful death trying?" Hugo pulled out a large cardboard tube and pulled the string at the very bottom, unleashing a torrent of multicolored confetti and streamers. "Where the hell did you get that?" "Places my dear Felix, places.

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A train comes rolling into a station, slowly grinding to a stop. with a hiss, the train’s doors slide open. “Kiergestein, Kiergestein station. Please watch your step when getting of the train.” the message repeats itself a few times more as the passengers stream out of the train and onto the station. As the train empties out., a metallic figure hops out of the exit, landing onto platform with a thud. “Wow, that was a long train ride. Almost succumbed to boredom on the way here.” The figure said. “Now, how do i get to the central square?” With that question in mind, he went asking around, but many were reluctant to mention anything at all, besides a friendly elderly lady whom he suspected had a case of bad eyesight. Nonetheless, she detailed him the exact way to get to the centre from where he was. Thanking the elderly lady, he made his way there, stopping briefly to buy a newspaper.

“Hey, didja hear? Some nutter fired a few shots at a cat in central square.””Yeah yeah, heard that already. get with the times rog my buddy.” Is what a middle aged men said to another. “Reading this newspaper will have to wait.”Gainsboro said as he tucked the newspaper under his right arm, and continued on his way towards the centrum. Each step fast and with purpose, The click-clacking sound his metal feet made upon the cobblestone street audible enough to attract numerous looks during his brisk walk. When he finally made it to the square He noticed three glaringly obvious things.

One: The very flamboyant performer on stage who looked highly annoyed by the rabbit kindred next to him.
Two: The most diverse group of all time was gathered around one spot.
Three: The Grey, gargantuan women who held a sign which looked small in her hands, up in the air which had "Super Awesome Magic Hunters Recruitment." crudely written on it. “Truly, a toddler could have done a better job of writing it”. Is what he thought.

He but away his still unread newspaper in his slingbag and retrieved his Proof of assignment letter from the main United Keter States GMHO branch. He made his way to the extraordinary group, his foot falls ever audible as walked around the group until he saw the person next to the giant of a women, a relatively tall, well built man who wore his hair in a tail, who he just saw slamming two stacks of paper on the table, giving the shortest disclaimer he ever heard and introducing himself as Hugo and his feline companion as Felix.

"The party will be acting as an official expedition party that will act on the behalf of the GMHO and because of this I cannot divulge the details of the expedition in public or to non party members. If the circumstances were different I would be free to tell everything, but the GMHO doesn't like people knowing everything about what they do and I'd like to keep my license and my life. You are also required to sign either a two month or four month contract to join the party so that you will be able to receive the necessary visas. So who wants to get rich or die a horrendous and painful death trying?" After he finished talking, and after letting various people including the bunnygirl respond to Hugo, Gainsboro addressed the man.

“Sir. I have been newly assigned to you by the main Teker GMHO branch.” He says as he holds out his assignment letter. “My name is Variable Proto System, Grand Walker Frame III; “Gainsboro Twelve”. You may call me Gainsboro Twelve. Am i also required to fill in these forms, and is there anything i can assist you with at the moment, sir?” He asked, his voice somewhat altered through the voice box behind his faceplate, and slightly muffled by the faceplate itself.

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June 21--10:35 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


By the time the Huntsmaster-to-be had finished speaking and sent confetti flying everywhere, Michael was staring at him with a confounded look. This man did...not seem quite right in the head. He was rather spontaneous, and as far as Michael could see, not entirely trustworthy. And just what was he doing, talking to his cat?

But one thing was clear: Hugo would not be giving him any more information. Combing the confetti and streamers out of his short, pink hair, Michael turned around and started walking away without giving much of a farewell at all. As soon as he was sure he was out of eyesight of the crowd at the booth, however, he glanced backwards, and for a fraction of a second, his eye flashed orange once more, allowing him to see the magic signatures of everyone at that stand.

And good heavens, there were plenty of tremendously powerful people there! The "statue" lady, the Huntsmaster, a young lady with white hair, even a man in a black suit who sat a small distance from the booth...actually, whether the man in the suit was involved, Michael didn't know, but that wasn't the point...in any case, he could see that the power flowing through their bodies exceeded both his and Thomas' at normal levels.

Just as Michael was wondering why so many powerful people had come to this Hunting Party in particular, his thought process was interrupted by metallic clanking--and he looked up barely in time to see what appeared to be a robotic suit walking past. For a few moments, Michael continued to stare in awe while it marched to the booth--and then, he made up his mind about something.

Rushing into a dark alley, he raised a hand to his bracelet and made a short yet urgent conversation with someone else. "...Yes. I understand. I'll tell him right away." After that was over, he made another call, this time to Thomas.

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Thomas, meanwhile, was bowing to his audience with a triumphant smile on his face. The show had gone with no further distractions, and his fans were very pleased--though Thomas himself had panicked internally when the loud robotic suit had gone past, but thankfully his Fan Service had not been ignored.

The people around him were now shouting for an encore performance, and Thomas was about to reply when he noticed the violet gem on his bracelet flashing. Although rather annoyed, this time, he knew something important was going on. "Ah, hold on a moment, my fans. Your encore will begin shortly." Raising a hand one more time, he packed the puppets into the dark violet box and rushed away, where he could continue his conversation in peace. "What is it, Michael? I need to do an encore!"

"Well, I'm sorry, but your Fan Service must wait a bit longer," his younger brother's voice retorted. "Listen, Thomas. There was a booth next to your show--remember it? Where that crazy man shot at his cat?"

"Yes, what about it?" Thomas asked impatiently.

There was a pause on the other side of the line. Then, "We would like you to join that man's Hunting Party."

"Pfft, I'm too busy for-" Thomas suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the bracelet as though it had turned into a jellyfish. "Wait, WHAT?! Why would I need to do that?!"

Michael's voice continued, but the voices were getting louder around his end, so he probably was re-entering the main square. "Most of the people looking to be in that Hunting Party are extremely strong. That level of strength is exactly what Fath..." The words suddenly halted, and in that moment, Thomas bowed his head rather miserably while Michael resumed speaking in a shakier voice. "...what we are looking for. So...he asked you to join."

"Well, why not you? I've got work to do!" Even though what Michael almost said had dampened his spirits, Thomas was still rather determined not to go.

"There's still one week of classes left, so I can't go. And, well, you...know why we can't send Christopher.'" Another silence fell between the brothers before Michael finally resumed talking. "Well, in any case, you're the only one out of us that can go. So, I'll ask the Huntsmaster if you can enter. Get back to the square, alright? You can do your encore after we're finished."

Finally, Thomas reluctantly agreed and headed back towards the center of the city.

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Right. This should work out fine. Michael, at this point, had reached the booth again, and raised a hand to call attention to himself. "Excuse me, sir," he called to Hugo. "I will not be joining your Hunting Party myself just yet, but could I reserve a spot for someone else?"

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Maleki


Maleki had only had a second, barely getting his question out of his mouth before it seemed as though every oddball in the entire city was suddenly crowding around the booth. He was not sure what annoyed him more, the large number or people jostling around him and talking all at once or the crazy man he was trying to get a job from. Suffice to say, the odd collection of people gathered around was more than interesting, as the bossman sent confetti flying everywhere he took a moment to glance around and study the people gathered.

The first to come up after him had been a small goblin with shifty looking eyes and an odd beard, odd partly because Maleki could not recall the last time he had seen a goblin with a true beard. The little one was small enough that if he was not careful he might get trampled by the others standing around. A orc had shown up right after, shouting about wanting to hunt for magic. Female from the looks of her, if he had to guess he would say she was from one of the plains tribes but he could easily be mistaken. She spoke with a heavy accent, obviously not from around these parts and he could not tell for sure if her seemingly quick breathing was out of weariness or out of excitement. He had a feeling she would end up burning herself out if she continued the way she was. It was better to go slowly and calmly. Next a short, though not as short as the goblin, girl approached with deep blue eyes that reminded him of the ocean he had seen only once before. The wings on her back gave away her race, either she was a seraph or his understanding of human anatomy was missing a few points. She was more interested in the cat though than anything else, probably not an adventurous bone in her body. This was already an odd group of people gathered, he was not going to be walking into any taverns with them. As his eyes moved past the girl he spotted someone who made a slight shiver run up his spine. Fighters always had a different sense about them, like wolves able to know when another is near. His senses told him that the human who was talking to the elemental was an experienced fighter, both because of the fact that he was taller than most of the other people around and also due to the fact that he had a hardness about him which could only be produced by time spent harming another living person. He would have to keep his eye on that one, luckily it did not look as though the man was keeping an eye on him.

As Maleki was studying the nord a man stepped between them, cutting off his view. While the Nord had seemed hard and brutal, the newcomer was obviously more refined. Another seraph, he held himself as if he was defusing a bomb, serious and with an air of precision. No warrior though, he was more likely a merchant or politician of some sort. A persons whose words could be as deadly as a blade. A small smile spread across Maleki’s face, any smart man would leave now, this group was already looking like trouble with the strange people joining it, and a wise man would extract himself and not get involved in such a concoction that was probably going to blow up in someone’s face. It was Maleki’s gut that he followed though, picking up one of the papers that the man, Hugo, had set out and filling it out. Whatever happened, at least he would have something to do finally. An elf had just approached, talking with hugo when a giant tin man came walking out of nowhere. Maleki could not help but laugh a little, setting the paper down and pushing it towards Hugo along with the other filled out papers. The tin man was a warrior, or at least that was what his build looked like, and walking talking machine warriors were not the most common thing to see walking around. He did not know why he was surprised though, from the looks of things a life walker would be joining next and no one would mind at all. With a shake of his head Maleki asked one question to Hugo, his voice projecting a bit in order to make sure he caught the man’s attention. “When do we leave? I would like to look around more if I have the time.”

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Now having signed up Valar looked around sizing up the group. Brawlers they had in plenty. The giant stone woman would be terrifying in a fight. Valar couldn't quite see anything harming her. Putting her up front might be a good idea for combat. Then there was the Orc, bigger than he was and about the same weight that walking staff looked sturdy enough to do some severe damage. That Troll had also been eyeing him up. He also had the look of a hard man. They would either get along in quiet mutual respect or there would be blows. He'd have a hard time but Valar was bigger and though the fight might be tough it would not be impossible and he liked his odds.

Then there were the Seraphs. Probably magic users, what aspect that would take Valar had no idea but he figured they'd have to have a little protection in a fight. That was surprising, you didn't usually see Seraphs, Valar had heard that there were only a handful in existence.

His gaze scanned the crowd. There appeared to be a dearth of Marksmen but that hopefu---- What in the name of Writhkas Blood was that?! Two tiny figures stood out, a goblin that could have been no more than 3 feet tall and just taller than him was a little girl with.... were those bunny ears? Valar didn't even want to imagine what the hell was going on there but those 2 he'd much rather not have. Unless they had some very specific and HIGHLY useful skillset. Valar was a mercenary, a bounty hunter, an assassin if it came to it, NOT a babysitter.

Oh well he was going to go buy some things to help him hurt people. He smiled as he walked quickly off, yes, that would make him feel better. He browsed around a couple spots till he spotted something he really liked, Gloves with a sleeve that came up to his elbow in fire proof material. The best part was definitely the metal studded knuckles, that would put a dent in someones skull for sure. He picked up some wire snares and extra rope and filled up on food and ammunition. He checked his pack and breathed a sigh of relief. He still had his bottles of Bearhuggers Whiskey; Very Fine. After that he moseyed back over to the square to await departure and maybe take a measure of his new companions

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The man name "Hugo" then turned to him, handing him a contract. "Don't call it a quest, you'll make it sound like a field trip for small children." The man said. "If you're interested, sign on the the dotted line, and you can join the crew. But I'm not going to accept your help, to be honest I don't trust the bureaucratic abilities of someone named Donnie, you look like a Donnie, are you named Donnie?" "Hugo" gave a smile. "Just messin', though I will need your name. There are people named Donnie everywhere and you can't trust people named Donnie."

"My name's Lucusious." he said signing the paper. "Lucious Marder, don't bother trying to pin a nickname on me" he continued. "They never stick." Lucious returned the signed paper. He also took a second to take a look around at the company gathered around him. A few big brutes...a couple seraphs...strange folk too... he thought. "This is becoming more and more like one of those fairy tales..." he sighed.

Lucious turned back to Hugo. "Now what?"

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"Nice to meet you, but that wasn't a name, and I refuse to refer to you by a product code so I'm going to give you a nickname, and I'll let you choose which nickname ya get since you gave something that was supposed to be a name. So your choices are Robo-Enforcer or Plate Face. You can get back to me on that choice with a signed contract." The recruiter had said.

“Oh sir, you wound me. I hold considerable pride in my name you know? I am saddened you wouldn’t even settle for Gainsboro.” The Voltikron said before a small chuckle escaped him. “ I jest, it doesn’t bother me to that extend. Can’t say the same for the lead designer. Cute kid. I’d break her heart if she heard about it though. ” He took the form with the 4 month option, and started filling it in. While he filled in the form, he thought about those two nicknames.”Robo-enforcer? What am i? a kill bot? “TARGET EXTERMINATED, AWAITING NEW DIRECTIVES. NEW DIRECTIVES AQCUIRED, ENGAGING NEW TARGET.” He tried to stifle a snicker as he imagined it. “Plate face was just as bad. Seriously, this Hugo guy is quite unimagineative. Let’s just get this form filled in.” He thought.

"Age, birthplace, race aaand done.” He handed his now filled in form back to Hugo as he spoke. “Here you go sir. Now about those nicknames… They sound both quite horrible and uncreative. I’d really prefer it if you’d just call me Gainsboro or even Gain, but if you have to be stubborn about it, At least call me Dan, Metalman or Tinman. Heck, even Tincan’s better.” He tried to explain to the GMHO assigned recruiter. “Either way, i’ll be sitting over here reading my newspaper until you need me.” He said while shrugging, as he made his way towards a nearby bench. He took his newspaper out of his bag and sat down, Crossing his left leg over the right in a casual manner. He started reading the frontpage slowly, taking his time reading it, all the while whistling what he thought was a soft, pleasant tune.

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June 21--10:38 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


"B-boyfriend?!" Michael spluttered, utterly unable to understand where the most-certainly-not-right-in-the-head Huntsmaster had gotten that notion from. But already Hugo was wondering with anger where someone named Felix had gone. "How rude...honestly, I worry about what I'm getting Thomas into," the pink-haired boy muttered to himself.

At that moment, he heard the crowd of Thomas' fans cheering, and knew the reason why without even turning around. The puppeteer celebrity had returned to the square already. Alright, time to get down to business.

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Waving to his fans and giving them his usual stage smile, Thomas quickly locked onto Michael with his eyes and began walking in his direction. "Okay, let's get this thing over with," he sighed as soon as he could no longer see his fans in his peripheral vision. "So this is the thing you want me to spend my precious time for?"

"Yes," Michael replied, sounding none too happy--Thomas could see him glaring at a man in a trench coat. Though he couldn't guess what happened, Thomas shrugged and took one of the forms, beginning to sign it without really giving much of a greeting to any of the people standing around him. "Um, shouldn't you say something first?" Michael asked, indicating the man in the trench coat. "You should at least introduce yourself, right?"

Once again, Thomas shrugged without seeming to care much. "Not my problem," he replied. "So, what are you planning to do in exchange for all this trouble you'll be putting me through? I don't want to be away from my fans for too long."

"When classes are over, I will go after your party. Just message your location to me at that time, Thomas," his younger brother instructed. This made Thomas feel better, knowing that he wouldn't have to suffer through this alone.

The blanks on the paper were soon filled with Thomas' somewhat untidy handwriting. "Alright, we're ready," Thomas sighed, putting the pen down. "Now, who am I supposed to give this to..." Pointed in the direction of the man in the trench coat once again, Thomas tapped the man on the shoulder and handed his form in. "Well. You are the one in charge, eh? I am Thomas Aefenleoht, and I'll be entering your party. No objections, I hope."

Not far away, he could hear his fans gasping in surprise and saying things such as "Thomas is joining a Hunting Party?" "What would he ever need to do that for?" "He's got weird tastes at times, huh?" Putting a hand to his face, the puppeteer figured his fans would not give him a rest at all. This would be a fuuuuuun journey.

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Hugo quickly leafed through the contracts. After seeing that everything was in order Hugo straightened out the pile with a few quick taps. “A good days work, and nice bundle of fresh heads.” Hugo smiled and let out a deep sigh. From the depths of his pockets Hugo pulled out his bronze pocket watch and flipped it open, 10:45. Hugo quickly snapped it shut and addressed the troll, “You shouldn’t worry about leaving today. I have to run these contracts to the local GMHO office to create the party roster and register everyone here under my jurisdiction and leadership. Now if I can get these contracts in before they close early,we should be able to leave tomorrow morning, tomorrow afternoon at the latest.”

A loud canon of a laugh boomed across the crowd from the back. “Ah but the office is already closed! We decided not to open at all today, after all it is the summer solstice festival!” A large, dark skinned man made his way up to the front. “I could smell the fear and eradicated fantasies from across the city and I knew only one magic hunter could destroy so many hopes and dreams with a few introductory remarks. How the hell have you been?”

The large man grabbed Hugo, hugging, lifting and crushing all at the same time, “You’re crushing me,” the Huntsmaster groaned.

The man released Hugo from his bear hug, “Sorry ‘bout that, I sometimes don’t know my own strength.” Hugo wheezed for air and coughed, “It’s nice to see you too, I see you haven’t lost your touch.”

The large man picked up the stack of contracts and weighed it in his palm. “My, my, I have to say this a larger stack than usual, have you gone soft or have you just lost your touch?”

Hugo avoided the larger man’s inquisitive look and joking smile, “No, I’m just … working with different terms.”

A jovial “Ha” was blasted into the air and the man slapped Hugo across the back, “So what you mean is that HQ decided that you were being too morbid and gave you a recruitment quota. It’s a shame really, it was always entertaining seeing you widdle an entire crowd down to a few candidates.”

The man began looking over the contracts and signed the top contract, “Hey, what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m giving you and your party a speed boost.”

Hugo stared at the man, “I don’t think your signature can threaten to beat people up.” “Well the being the chairman of the Southern Solarian District does add some important weight to my name.” Hugo looked at his friend with shock, “That’s right; gaze upon Chairman Brutus of the GMHO!"

“Wait, your last name is Brutus?”

“No, Brutus is my given name and only name.” Brutus handed back the contracts, “Bring the contracts first thing tomorrow morning and I can guarantee that the office will get the party roster registered within the hour. So enjoy yourself and try to catch the parade. They’re trying make a big show for one of the magi, so it will be fantastic. See ya soon!”

“Fill in all the blanks that ask for your information.” Hugo gave the line jumper a contract and moved her aside, “Hey Morgan, I see you found Felix, I hope he hasn’t tapped anything he shouldn’t have.” Hugo pulled out the remaining contracts, “So I’m assuming you and your friend are here for the sign ups. Cool stuff, just fill out the required spots and we will be —” Hugo was suddenly interrupted by a blast of chilled air as three dark purple pillars of light that came from an expanding pitch black cloud struck the ground a few near the Kriegstein senate. Hugo drew his revolver and scowled, “You have to be shitting me.”

The streets were on fire with black and green flames that flickered from the impact site. The city guards encircled the mass of robed madmen and their ironclad leader. A simple and hollow command echoed from the suit of armor, “Kill them.” A deathly howl rang out from the mass and the mob descended upon the guards like a wave of madness. “Kill them all, kill them in the name of the devourer.” Civilians ran away from the blood thirsty cultists who easily cut them down with their twisted and grotesque blades. “The spell casters and the blood circle is ready. She shall truly have a feast tonight. But, my liege, are you sure they will be able to spill enough blood in order to force the contract?”

A simple and chilling laugh rang from the blackened helm, “If they cannot spill enough, I’m sure that the hot blooded fool will be able to compensate for what will be needed.” “I heard you were talking shit. Dreadlord Ezekiel, it is time for you to atone for your sins against the creations of the life walkers.” The dreadlord turned to face the challenger, “I figured you would show yourself, you sorry excuse for a magi.”

The magi’s face turned crimson red with rage, “This ends now. May your soul burn for all of eternity. Gergamel, GIVE ME STRENGTH!” The magi charged at the dreadlord with a loud and piercing battle cry. After a few minutes of intense fighting the dreadlord jumped back. “Face it Ezechiel, it’s over, you’ve lost!”

A faint chuckle echoed from the dreadlord’s helm, “I would beg to differ; it’s you who has lost.”

The magi stared at the dreadlord in bewilderment, and then it him, he was standing right in the middle of a blood circle. “No, how did you—”

“I’m very careful at spilling my own blood. Well it was fun while it lasted but I’m afraid it's time for you to die. ENCASE!” The magi was suddenly surrounded by ribbons of blood that encircled and bound his body. “May your soul bring nourishment to her body. CRUCIFY!” a large metal spike rose from the ground empaling the magi.

“Damn you Ezech—,” From the sides of the spike shot out two arms that formed the bloody crucifix. The magi’s body squirmed and then exploded into a shower of blood that covered the dreadlord and his spellcasters.

From the mangled corpse emerged the great spirit Gergamel. The spellcasters slammed their staffs into the ground, as the murmured their incantations. Five scarlet ribbons of blood emerged from the bloodied streets and bound the fearful spirit. The dreadlord drew his sword and cut off his right hand. With mock grandeur, he waved the bleeding arm as if he was signing his name on a large sheet of paper. “FORCE CONTRACT!” the spirit howled in pain as its form was being absorbed by the stump of the dreadlord. In a bright flash of light the spirit was gone and the body of the dreadlord was restored. The dreadlord unleashed a maniacal laugh, “I can feel its power course through my veins, my god does this feel wonderful.”

“My liege, would you like to lead the eradication of the city?”

“I have finished my business in this petty sacrifice. Spell casters, we return to our fortress. Message the rest of the group; tell them that they may stay and feast upon the flesh of innocents.” The spell casters nodded and launched a glowing red projectile into the air. The dreadlord raised his sword into the air and they disappeared into the smoky haze, while his minions bore down on city, leaving trails of blood and half eaten corpses.

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June 21--10:45 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


Watching the two men bicker with each other, Thomas sighed and looked around; it was still morning, so the hours would go by slowly. "Well, we'll have plenty of time to kill, eh?" he murmured. "Well. I'll be over there, giving my Fans the encore they wanted. If you need me, please wait until the show's over." And he began to walk away, back to where the box of puppets was waiting.

Immediately, the fans cheered, but there were still questions running around about his joining the Magic Hunters. Would they ever give him a rest about it? Thomas sighed and raised his hands to obtain his fans' attention. "I have only decided to seek out the Magic for the good of our Solarian Empire, my friends, as well as our allies across Valderia. That is the best Fan Service...no, the best service at all I could give to this land." Of course, it sounded rather hollow to him, but he tried to ignore that.

However, the puppets had barely risen out of his box when a cold wind burst past him and his fans, causing some to lose their footing--even Thomas had to grab onto the edge of the box to steady himself. Looking up, he saw three pillars of dark purple pillars of light emitting from further down the street, as black clouds swirled high above the city. "What the hell--?"

His bracelet flashed, and he raised it to hear Michael's voice. Most of his fans were looking in the other direction, pointing and gasping in horror at this new spectacle, so he was in no danger of being observed by them. "Thomas, I don't know what's going on, but a great quantity of powerful magic signatures dropped into that area. Something big and bad is happening."

"I can see that, Michael," the puppeteer hissed. Pointing at the puppets, he gestured towards the box, and they flew towards it--but instead of putting themselves away, they instead picked up swords, shields, and spears. "You can do whatever you want--I'm going to ensure my fans are safe," Thomas declared firmly.

Pointing in the other direction, he ordered the crowd of his admirers to head off, and turned back towards the pillars of dark light, as his puppets began to assemble themselves in front of him in defensive postures. "But, man...this is terrifying. It's like a freaking apocalypse right now..." Suddenly, Thomas thought he could see figures clad in dark robes murdering and mutilating all who were unfortunate enough to get caught up in the chaos. Cold sweat dripped down the back of his neck; it now seemed apparent that he was about to be swept up into something terrible.

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Valar could only watch, stunned as the scene unfolded before him. He had never before seen such use of magic, so much and so potent. However as soon as the mages vanished he realized that the cultists were still there and they were butchering civilians. He got up on the fountain.

"ALRIGH! LISTEN UP! Those of you with medical expertise or healing power stay by the fountain we'll set up a casualty collection point right here. MARKSMEN! Get some height. You can take out targets and call out points of contact to everyone else. EVERYONE ELSE! Pair up, if you can't fight, find someone who can, or stay here and help the wounded. This is not a drill, lets get it right the first time."

People seemed to snap out of their daze and started to jump to what he told them. He stabbed his finger at the girl with the red scar f and her friend because they seemed to be the only two with rifles. "You two, sharpshooters? With me." He said and started moving towards the tower of a nearby tower. "One of you up there, point and call the shots." Myself and the other will be down on the rooves relaying that to the other parties."

He moved off to his own rooftops. Squeezing off shots as he ran. All of a sudden he was blindsided by a huge hit. He rolled losing his rifle and wound up with a cultist on top of him. They rolled through the street Valar holding a knife away from his face while the slavering cultist tried to plunge it into his eye. He snapped the cultists arm out to the side and headbutted him breaking his nose. After that the cultists insane strength seemed to ebb and Valar picked him up and threw him against a post breaking his spine. What the hell was that?! No way a cultist that small should have been able to over power him, they had the strength of 3 men having been empowered from the magi's.

He got onto his roof and started directing the magic hunters to target clusters.

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The moment Hugo the mad human told Maleki that they would not be leaving till tomorrow morning he had made his way away from the booth. He never enjoyed having random people pushing up against him so the chance to get away was more than welcome. The growing crowd made movement a little difficult though and he had barely gotten to the far end of the square before chaos was unleashed.

The cool blast of air center a shiver down Maleki’s spine, an immediate sign that whatever was happening had a more ethereal nature, he had felt such things before on his travels and he knew enough to pay attention to it. He watched as three pillars delivered a large group into the middle of the city, the city guard attempted to deal with them but they were clearly outmatched. Maleki watched with a cold face as the slaughter began; the cultist killed all regardless of age, sex, race or gender. He had seen such slaughter before but never on such a large scale. The city guard were busy trying to stay alive, they had not been prepared for anything like this and as such they were being picked apart rather easily. Maleki turned away from the slaughter, his feet moving slowly as he walked away from the chaos. He was no coward, but more importantly he was no fool either. It was never his goal to get involved in conflicts that could be avoided. Reaching up he pulled his thorn bastard sword from its sheathe, the blade coming up from over his right shoulder and falling easily at his side. The familiar weight of it gave him some small comfort, you would not be able to tell it from looking at him though. His body had gained a stiffness about it, all of his muscles alert and ready, like a spring with pressure build up in it and ready to be released. His face took on an easy scowl, his eyes scanning left to right and back again while his ears listened to each and every sound.

He had only taken a few steps when he saw a small family, two parents with their two children, being attacked by a group of three cultist. Maleki had not seen them come past him so he figured they either came from other drop points or they were agents sent in ahead of time in disguise. The male parent was defending his family with a sword taken from one of the fallen city guardsmen, a sword that the man obviously had no clue how to wield. One of the cultist glanced at Maleki and let out some sort of scream, not of terror though but of some deep inhuman passion. He did not know if it was the sight of him, a grim faced troll carrying a wicked blade, that sent the man into a frenzy or if it was the simple sight of seeing a living being but the mad cultist through himself at Maleki. The cultist moved like a wild animal, his blade flashing towards Maleki with a quick but savage movement. The man was allowing his passion to get ahold of him, something the troll had been taught to never do. The bastard sword came up in a single motion and came down with a fury, the blade struck the cultist on his left shoulder and with the strength behind it cleaved its way through his chest. One of the totems around Maleki’s neck glowed, faint hammer symbols coming to life as they boosted his strength. The other two cultist turned their attention to him, the family having a moment of respite as the men, if they could even be called that, launched themselves at the troll with a fury. Once again Maleki moved with well a clam precision that had been drilled into him from a young age. Focusing his energy he tapped into the magic within him, twisting it and pushing it out to give it real form as a blast of flame which took one of the cultist full in the chest. Without a single pause Maleki’s feet moved in thee quick steps, bringing him to the side of the leaping cultist and watching him tumble past. With a quick pivot he brought the blade around in a full spin around his body and slashed through the man before he had even hit the ground. His uncle had taught him never to let his feet leave the ground in a fight. Jumping and leaping may look nice but you had no way to change direction once in the air. Turning he moved towards cultist he had hit with the fire blast, the man was shrieking either from the flames eating him alive or from watching as the troll stomped his foot down on his neck; snapping it easily.

The city was in a panic from all the fighting. Maleki took a moment to survey the chaos, the nord from earlier was trying to get people to fight while the guard seemed as though they were trying to group together on the north side, civilians were dying all around and the cultist had set several fires which was making movement more difficult. The family he had just saved was talking to him now, there voices lost in all the chaos. Turning towards them Maleki slipped the thorn blade away as he spoke. “No matter what happens, stay behind me” Turning back Maleki pulled his shield from his back, the weight of it loosening up his back as he placed it on his left arm, and he drew his shorter blade from his waist. He knew the family was going to follow him, he could not do anything to stop that, but he wanted them out of his way. Moving forward he broke into a jog as he made his way back towards the booth. He would get past them and towards the guards as quickly as possible. Without breaking stride he smashed his shield into another one of the cultist, smashing him away. His blade game around in a series of quick slashes, cutting down the man before he hit the ground. He could hear the family giving a light squeal behind him but he paid it no mind, any enemy would probably pay attention to him rather than them.

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After giving a bit more of thoughts, Adris had enough about the GMHO. From what he heard and from what he thought, he wasn’t quite convinced to give into a suicidal activity. Besides, he already had something to occupy himself. His job won’t do it itself. Despite that, he decided to enjoy more of the summer solstice festival. He did enjoy it so far; the scent, the colors, the joy in the air and all made his somewhat happy.

He would walk down the streets a bit blindly, but with a small smile on his face. When he found himself down to a plaza. He saw a fountain and walked up to it. He cupped his hand into the water, and bring it close to his face. He needed to hydrate himself after all. Once he threw his head back from this, he heard screams of terror. He looked around as the people looked all at the same direction and pointed up. He did the same. He could no feel the blast of chilled air and the three dark purple pillars of light. He didn’t like this at all.

He turned to the civilians: “Run away! For Sele’s sake, Run!” The civilians look at him in terror first, completely frozen, but it is when he pulled out his gun that they started to run away. Adris sighed, looking back at the spires, then the fountain. He knew something wasn’t right. However, he waited for a bit, making sure it wasn’t just a show the solstice put up.

His confirmation came when some people got out of the streets and some cultist went to feed on them. Adris’ eyes widened a bit, but stayed calm. He looked up at the fountain and bit his lips. He then draw his gun to the cultist and in a swift movement he would press on the trigger, a bullet went direction into the cultist’s head. The mother of the group looked terrified to the deaths of her husband as she held her children close. Adris noticed her to move away, which she did.

Once it was clear, he would bring back his attention to the water. He rose his hands from it. “May my actions won’t be looked upon.” He soon gathered all the water into a giant mass of water. It almost covered all the plaza. He let out a scream of pain as it was hard to keep it in control. He soon threw it towards the spires, which in consequence made waves into the streets. He hoped that his actions would wipe any or those creatures out of the place, and eventually die of drowning. He felt lighter and tired. He reached for his water bottle, which he drank from it. He wasn’t sure what his attack caused for damage.

Afterward, he decided to see if there anybody left around. He started to walk fast since it is the most he could do now. He still heard screams of terror and pain in which helped him to know where they might be. He soon gave up and climbed on some boxes, which stacked to a roof top. From there he would take one of his gun and aim down towards the mass of noise. His vision was a bit blurred and his aim wasn’t very good. Despite that, he still took the risk as he shoot towards the mass of cultist, noticing that he wasn’t sure if any of his shoots reached them. After he emptied his magazines, he would fall unconscious there with his exhaustion finally reaching him.

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Fear, blood, flesh, and chaos. Truly this effigy and orgy of violence should appease her. The three cultists relished themselves in the moment as they approached the closing gates. The guardsmen unleashed a hail of gunfire to slow their advance as they desperately moved to close the massive gates. With a loud clang the gates were sealed and the remaining guards men beckoned their comrades on the top of the gates to let down the escape lines. Panic quickly turned to desperation as the three cultist showed no signs of stopping, even though they should have been very dead. The center cultists smiled and stopped his brethren, “Leave these pathetic mortals to me.” The other two stepped back and smiled as they watched the blubbering guards screamed for their comrades to save them.

The cultist’s eyes began glowing a deep red as the flesh under his skin began squirming. The pain from his bones realigning themselves was gut wrenching and he could feel the skin strain to contain the rapidly growing muscle. The cultist unleashed an ear piercing cry which was drowned out by rising blood as the skin burst open to make way for his new and terrifying body. He was now a large and bulky testament to limitless strength and raw flesh with arms that were twice their original size. The guards trembled in terror as the crimson mass charged through their new hail of bullets unscathed. The hulking beast tore them apart as if they were made of soggy tissues and disposed of their mutilated bodies in his gaping mouth.

The behemoth wiped the blood from his mouth and turned to face the massive steel crucifix that occupied the center of the city, “Do you think there is more flesh to consume near the ground zero?” “Of course, now lets get there before the others eat more than their own share.”

They were oh so close, but the pack must have caught their scent. Just one more block to the crucifix and to the rendezvous point. Brutus shoved the shotgun into the cultist's mouth and unloaded both rounds. The cultist's head exploded, releasing a torrent of blood and brains. Brutus reached into the opened head cavity and ripped out a strange throbbing organ. Brutus stared at it for a short while and crushed it in his hand. The body of the cultist suddenly burst into harmless green fire and all remnants of the cultist vanished without a trace. Brutus smirked and turned turned to his personal kill team, "Make sure you destroy their synapse or they won’t stay dead for long.”

Brutus ejected the two shell as he walked up to the cold and bloody steel crucifix that towered above him. “It’s a damn shame, he was the better man. He deserved better than this.” One of the remaining veteran hunters ran up to him, “Sir the city has been sealed and word is that the purge squads are already on their way.” Brutus scowled as he reloaded,

“Well is the train company holding true to their word?” The veteran nodded, “The Eleven O’clock will be fifteen minutes late, but it will it still arrive. They said that the longer we can hold the station the longer the train will wait. But chairman, are you sure about the deal with the governor, he could use go back on his word and prevent the train from leaving the city.” Brutus smiled, “I doubt he will, after all he will want us alive to fulfill our end of the bargain. Where’s Tellus? We need to hook up to the city broadcasting system.” The veteran hung his head, “He’s dead, got nailed by a bone spike.” Brutus’s eyes widened, “They’re already shifting? Well god damn, they’re getting better at mutating themselves. Well is the radio still intact?”

The veteran nodded and handed Brutus the microphone, “Tellus hooked it all up before he bled out, he said that we needed to get the message out.” Brutus sighed, “Let’s not let his death be in vain,” Brutus turned to face the remaining Hunters with him, “Remember guys the survivors won’t be the only ones hearing it, so lets be prepared for the worst.” Brutus raised the microphone to his mouth and waited for the operator to give him the go ahead, “Attention all living members of the intelligent races,” Brutus paused to listen his voice being echoed and projected by the city.

“Due to the presence of a dark cult the city has been sealed off and placed under quarantine. All gates have been sealed and a magical barrier has been placed around the city preventing any other means of conventional escape. That being said there will be an escape vessel arriving at the central train station within thirty minutes. Due to the violent nature of the cult the train will not be able to stay for very long, that is why we recommend that all survivors make their way to the central station as quickly as possible. To all hunters and contractees, protocol twenty-four has been invoked and the Solarians will be handling the extermination. Utmost caution is recommended against all cultists and it is best to avoid to engagement. And remember, it isn’t dead if the body is still there.”

Hugo quickly gathered his things and hung the heating mechanism on his waist. Felix hopped off Morgan’s shoulder and stared at Hugo, “So what’s the plan?” Hugo inserted a mana canister into the the heater and slung his duffle bag over his shoulder. “The main goal is to get out of the city and not die.”

Hugo pulled out his grenade pistol and picked up one of the supposed corpse. Hugo shoved the pistol into the mouth of the cultist and fired, completely destroying the head. The body soon dissolved into a green flame and Hugo put his away the pistol,

“Hope you folks were paying attention, cause shit just got real. For those who aren't familiar with the concept of quarantine and or the significance of protocol twenty-four allow me to explain. It means that the whole of the designated area will be sealed off and due to protocol twenty-four, the entire hazard area will be deemed a dead zone and all living organisms within the dead zone will be made dead.”

“Usually the GMHO takes care of the extermination, but unluckily for us the Solarians are taking charge. Which means we have to get the hell out of this city. Of course you can test your luck and stay. But in the end you will have make a choice. Do want to be eaten alive or do you want to be incinerated. But hey if dying a horrible death is really your thing then fine by me, I ain’t gonna judge. But for those of you who want to live I recommend that you listen to my every direction. The central train station is about ten blocks from where we stand, we will be able to get there before the train arrives if we don’t attract too much attention. It’s best to leave now this area now while the cultists divert their attention. Gather your things and make sure we’re not leaving anyone behind, after all there is safety in numbers.”

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Two cultist fell, heads sheered apart, the bodies vanishing as whatever kept them in this world ran out. In many ways they had been terrifying, running through the city feasting upon the flesh of those too weak to defend themselves. For many, the more frightening site was the beast that slew them. A large armored troll, covered in blood with sweat pouring down, his blue skin made him seem all the more foreign in the city of Solarians. More than a few of the city’s residents had seen him and thought he was one of the cultist or some new form of monster unleashed upon the city, a few guards men had even raised there blades against him, it was the site behind him that caused many stop though. What had been a single family and quickly grown as stragglers and people with nowhere else to turn had joined, close to thirty people were crowded behind him, many clutching swords or make shift weapons that they had obviously never wielded before. Not all of them who joined survived though, the cultist came in waves and from all directions, the troll was quick but he could not be in two places at once. Even with the losses though all of his followers felt safer, they had seen him cut down scores of the demonic cultist with his cold and calculative movements and he had yet to even be wounded.

Maleki moved at a quick jog, his eyes scanning for any hint of trouble. A rather large group of cultist had forced him to move into one of the alleyways which had quickly turned into a gauntlet. The cultist seemed to be everywhere, they attacked with a wild passion that made them attack without thought or fear. Maleki hated fighting beast like them, it had taken him a little while to realize that the same opponents he was cutting down time and time again would simply get up unless he beheaded them in some manner. It seemed like an endless stream of them kept coming, they would not best him in skill but he could feel the sweat pouring off of him now. He was fighting to keep his breathing in check but even still it was going faster than normal, his arms and legs burned and he could tell how his movements were becoming slower with each sword stroke. He had tried tapping into his regenerative totem but it was not made to heal fatigue, his strength totem would give him little boosts and help make sure that his moves were on point but they were little more than shots of energy that would vanish as soon as the battle did. He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes scanning the crowd that were trying to keep pace with him. Mothers and children seemed to be at his immediate back while the men and women who would fight wrapped around them, probably to hide the site of all the death as well as defend them. Maleki turned his gaze back to the street, wiping them from his mind. It would be hard enough to survive as it is, if they could not keep up he would leave them. If they tried and stay in one place for to long they would be slaughtered.

The biggest problem for him though was the fact that he had no idea where he was going, an announcement came on saying to make it to the station but he did not know where that was and he dared not ask the ones behind him for fear of panicking them. He slowed down as he came to one of the wider spaces that created a crossroad between the backstreets of the city. Looking up in the sky he quietly sighed, he did not understand what he should do now. No doubt if he asked the crowd behind him they would tell him the answer, they would also get panicked and cause more problems. I have no choice in this, if they panic they die. One mistake might kill them but it will not harm me. Before he could ask them though he saw a slightly strange site. A small figure was hopping from building to building. He would have given it no mind except for the fact that he recognized the figure, it was the same small goblin that he had almost stepped on at the magic hunters booth. Cursing his luck Maleki did the only thing he could think to do. He called out, his voice booming out loud enough that he hoped the little one could hear him. “Goblin! Come here, quick!” The moment he spoke his hand tightened around his blade, the chaos in the city meant the air was full of noise from the clash of metal to the screams of the dying, still a loud voice might attract unwanted attention right now.

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“Goblin! Come here, quick!”

Hearing this shout from down below surprised him, and he landed awkwardly on the corner of the next rooftop, spinning 'round to look out over the street he'd almost bounced past. He wiped absent-mindedly at the tears and blood caked on his face, discovering--with no small amount of dread--that some cultists, now even more monstrous in size and gory features, were eyeing him and the puppetmaster from before. Skittering further down the roof, he saw the source of the shout--the troll from the GMHO booth. The guy had a gaggle of civvies with him, many fighting alongside him, but all noticeably nervous. Seeing that the cultists would soon have hoisted themselves on to his rooftop, he grappled over to the wall just above the troll's band of civilians.

Smiling sheepishly, he said to the troll, "Heh.. You and I both know I'm the last guy you want fighting alongside you," and, turning to the small group of mothers and children, he continued, more softly, "but you lot are doing a great job so far! We're fairly close to the station, aren't we?" A young woman, either an older sister or a young mother, nodded first, and gave a meek smile. "I'll tell you what I'll do, then. I'll be a decoy, and lead these nasties away as best I can. Work with these strong and resourceful folks (he said, gesturing at the would-be magic hunters), and you'll be on that train in no time." The group of women and children seemed to stand a little straighter, the fighters nodding to each other.

With as brave a grin as he could manage, he leapt to the ground and ran straight for the group of mutants ahead. between the grappling shots and his jumping boots, he managed to dodge between feet and dance 'round blows and punches as the cultists wildly lunged for him. Being small does have its advantages... As he jumped and zipped just out of reach, he began to yell whatever insults came to mind, cursing their god and mocking them at every turn. The group had sidled around the first corner when one of the cultists' blows connected, sending Spotface flying across the street. Fine, but entirely winded, he gave a weak smile to the group, and staggered on, leading the cultists further down the street, and away from the growing stream of people working their way to the station. How long do I have to make it back to the train? He wondered... the he burst into laughter. What he'd give that moment for a pocketwatch...

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With the goblin leading the larger group of cultist beasts off the path to the train station had become clearer, that with the new sense of direction put not only the families following him but Maleki in a better mood as well. The new hope welled up in him, giving his body a new sense of energy as he took off at a quick pace, his stride quick and even as the others almost ran to keep up with him.

Turning a corner Maleki could see the train station just down the path, however a group of cultist were also coming out of one of the many side streets. He and the others were quickly getting tired, the site of another foe draining some of the energy that they had been filled with. These cultist were larger than the last though, stronger even, and their eyes were filled with a glimmer that only sentient life forms tend to have. These were not the same breed as the grunts he had been going through earlier. With a small huff he broke into a jog towards them, his eyes never wavering as he shouted over his shoulder. “Get to the station, now!” His gruff voice cut through the air like a knife, his blade and shield swishing faster and faster as he broke into a run towards the beasts.

The civilians took off, running as fast as they could towards the station, watching as the one who had been guiding them challenged a group of foes. Many of them thought he was doing it for their sake, others assumed he was doing his best to rid the world of such beasts. None of them realized his true reasoning though.

Maleki knew one thing, that if he fought these monsters on even footing he would lose and they would all die. As he closed the gap he and they the civilians ran down the streets, there chaotic movements as they fled drawing attention easily. Many of the cultist were unsure of what to do, their heads jerked back in forth as they tried to identify which target they should pursue. Those eyes quickly focused on Maleki though when he sent a wave of flame flying towards them. He tapped into his fire trinket, calling upon his reserves of strength and fueling the blast of magic which he transformed into fire. Of the nine large beastlike cultist one of them was quickly devoured in the flames, his arms flailing around in a panic. Maleki had used this trick many times when facing a group of opponents. The one he had set ablaze was the center most one who began to flail madly, striking and setting ablaze the others. The cultist natural leapt away, focus momentarily on their flaming brethren as they either avoided his blows or tried to extinguish the flames on themselves. With the momentary distraction Maleki was able to slide his glade into the base of the neck of one of the beasts, severing it so it hung limply as the green flames began to devour him. Spinning quickly he struck at the next one, only to have his blade caught in his targets hand. Yanking away and cutting a few of the cultists finger off Maleki could not help but curse to himself, he had only been able to kill the first one set aflame and a single other. He was now outnumbered seven to one, odds he did not like at all. Stepping forward he tossed out a fireball in the center, sending flames in all directions as he stepped into the middle of the fire and into the center of the group.

His shield came up and bashed into the chest of one, sending him back into the wall as the inhumane strength of Maleki’s trinket took effect. Spinning on his heals he knocked away the blows of another one of the cultist and retaliated with a sword slash that cut through a part of the beasts arm, before he could follow up though Maleki was forced to duck and avoid another blow. He barreled himself into a third opponent, knocking him to the ground where a quick blow with the shield caved in the man’s skull. Before he could get up though a powerful force struck him in the gut, one of the cultist had gotten a running start and the kick send Maleki flying back, skidding along the group for a few feet until he was smashing into a wall.

As he struggled to his feet as the remaining six closed in on him the fires he had started earlier with his initial blast was starting to get out of control. Two whole buildings were up in flames by now and smoke was pouring out and around them. The heat was intensifying by the second and Maleki could feel it draining away at him, the flames themselves would not hurt him if he got his trinket up in time but he could not keep it active all the time. Stepping forward three of the foul monstrosities closed in on him and forced Maleki to dive towards the feet of the one on the far right, his shield shattering the leg and being quickly following up with a sword flash that cut away everything above the nose. As he engaged the two remaining he launched another blast of flame, this one right into the face of one as his blade stabbed into the eyes of the other. Before he could draw back his blade though he felt arms surrounding him and bare him to the group. His short blade was lost to him and he could feel the monsters jaws clamp down on his should. The pain drew a scream from him as he desperately grabbed at one of his hunting knives. With a gasp he buried it up to the hilt in the monsters skull. As the thing went limp and the jaws released him Maleki felt the monster get pulled away. Rolling urgently he raised his shield to stop a foot from flaming down upon his face. Looking up he saw the last three beast standing over him, arms reaching out for him.

With death just moments away an explosion tore through the streets. One of the building that had been burning, the trolls fault, erupted and sent gouts of flames, mountains of smoke and debris of all varieties. Maleki and his two opponents were tossed backwards, sent flying by the force of the blast. Whatever was in that building had been highly flammable, possibly an alchemist or something had worked out of there. Maleki could feel pain everywhere, his eyes fought to open as he was covered in dust and ash. Looking forward he could barely get himself to move, his wounds burning in pain. Focusing he called up his regenerative trinket, his skin and flesh slowly knitting together again. As he watched though one of the beasts stood, the last surviving one. Turning it slowly stalked towards Maleki, a scream tearing out of its throat that Maleki responded in kind too. The pain, the fury and anger, the despair and knowledge that he was about to die made it so that Maleki let lose all of his emotions in one loud barbaric yelp that echoed into the sky.