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Spotface

Who, me? No, you want that distraction over there...

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

Description

I was never here, okay?

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Name: Spotface
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Goblin

Physical Description: (Kinda slapped the picture together, but it works :P) Short even for a goblin at 2'9", with a button nose and a disturbingly wide grin. He always wears black, often wears gloves, and is known for the bright green goggles that comically magnify his beady little eyes. He's called Spotface because he was born covered in freckles. Not pictured in the image is his climbing gear, which all sprouts from a black backpack.

Skin color: Pea green
Hair color: (No hair)
Eye Color: Black

Occupation: Sneak-thief, spy

Bio: Spotface grew up in a Harlequin troupe, and he still has a healthy respect for Writhka, but it wasn't long before his aptitude and appetite for the more dangerous and explode-y sort of tinkering convinced his parents to send him to stay with his uncle, Bonefinger. Known throughout the world as a premier engineer for the success of his inventions in War Walker battle tournaments, Bonefinger had the resources to help him learn and experiment. Though guns and mechs were the tech of choice for his uncle and the other engineers he met, Spotface still held a soft spot for the entertainers of his old troupe. He spent his time designing climbing gear, jumping boots, gliders, grappling hooks, and other inventions for trapeze artists and acrobats. Fairly acrobatic himself, he would test them by climbing, crawling, and gliding anywhere and everywhere in his uncle's large workshops and garages. The thrill of going places no one had been before--and going where no one would expect him--led him to explore further, until his aunt and uncle routinely had trouble finding him. The more they tried to keep him in their sights and on the ground, the more Spotface defied them with stealth and new gadgets. At first, they all decided that his interests had simply moved back to the trickery and acrobatics of Harlequin life, but Spotface knew it was more than that. He was addicted to the shadows, to dancing right on the line of getting caught, only to slip away unseen. He loved his inventions, because now, no matter how small he was, he could go anywhere.

Hometown: A suburb near the capital
Home country: Goblin Trade Conglomerate

Personality: Cheeky, excitable, and prone to getting into trouble.

Likes: A challenge, exploring, sweets, good humor
Dislikes: cloudy days, wide-open areas, getting caught

Skills and Abilities Spotface is incredibly adept at hiding, and getting in and out of just about anything. Though that generally means locked shops and safes, he's also a skilled pickpocket. He's an acrobat, great at dodging and moving about; he's fast, and he needs to be, because he's incredibly weak and puny. His inventions help quite a bit, and his talent and creativity in making new devices out of whatever's to hand is admirable. Because of his unique access to war mechs, he's adept at piloting them and is familiar with their construction (though were he to make his own, they would never be as good as his uncle's).

Equipment & Weapons: Spotface has his special green goggles, that protect his eyes and afford him improved night vision. He rarely goes anywhere without a toolset, which includes generally lockpicks, a small blowtorch, a bright lantern, and hand-crank power generator, among other things.
Climbing Gear:
4 spider-grip gloves
2 jump boots- capable of jumping 15ft in the air (also, landing up to 20ft without injury)
2 grappling hook shots with 40ft of light-weight cord
1 gliding apparatus
He doesn't technically carry weapons, though some of his climbing gear can do some real damage. A hookshot capable of piercing into stone will leave quite a mark, for example; he avoids risking his equipment, though, and much prefers to avoid fighting altogether.

Magic:
There were some practitioners of darker magic in his Harlequin troupe. The troupe also had a strong relationship with a tribe of Rat beastmen, who often traveled with them. From those two groups, he knows about dark and spiritual magics and a little of how they work, but he had no talent or interest in the stuff himself.

So begins...

Spotface's Story

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Spotface blinked, and counted again. Ah, yes, they were all still there. 27 pocket watches; some big and others small, some plain and others fanciful... all ticking away. When he'd first started the collection earlier that week, the offbeat ticking was something of a bother, but somewhere around the first dozen the sounds combined into an oddly pleasant chorus, like the patter of rain, or the rustle of reeds. Speaking of rustling... which of these fine schmucks has the next watch for my collection?

Spotface stole a glance from around the gargoyle he'd been perched behind to survey the street below. The street was crowded and noisy, full to the brim with happy, rich, and distracted people--just the way he liked it. Only... He looked at the watches again. Seven on the first day, from the caravan... Another five from the hotel that night, and only four yesterday from the market... that would mean, what, eleven pilfered watches from the fair so far? And the day isn't even over!... No, this won't do. The revelry's making this too easy... the challenge is gone.

For Spotface, traveling the world over had its perks, but he found himself constantly inventing games to keep himself entertained. Sensing that pocketwatch pickpocketry had run its course, it was time to begin the search for a grander scheme to pass the time--the fair is but once a year, after all, not the sort of thing to waste on watches. With that goal in mind, he dropped carefully to the ground, but almost fell on a beggar he mistook for a heap of rags and trash. They shared a bewildered look, then, with a grin, Spotface tossed the sack of watches into the man's lap.

"Uhh, here. I'm done with these," he said, and bounced away into the crowd, looking for another game to play.

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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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Character Portrait: Fea Rainglore Character Portrait: Thomas Aefenleoht Character Portrait: Maleki Character Portrait: Spotface Character Portrait: Kiska Character Portrait: Hugo Tyrus
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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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Alumaruk had just entered the area of the square dominated by booths when she heard the shots. They came from somewhere across the crowd of people, near an odd puppet performance. Alum paused with the people that crowded around her. There was a collective gasp, then the still silence of halted breath. Before Alum had even properly identified the location of the shots and their purpose, activity rushed back into normalcy. She assumed it was a human trick, or a performance.

Guns weren’t a popular orc weapon. Alum herself carried a walking staff made of white bone and a curved blade on her hip. Killing from a range was disrespectful to the enemy and Fazok. Only animals were hunted with bows, and those were just the fast ones. If someone handed Alum a gun that could kill all her enemies, she would drop it and choose to slowly and meticulously bludgeon them all with her staff.

Alum gripped her staff and took a closer look at the people who swarmed around her. They wore rich clothes of many hues, and draped themselves in twisted gold and silver chains. They gleamed and glittered like strange birds. Amongst them, Alum looked bland. She wore only tan and white cloth skirts, with a belted tan shirt. Her armor was inside the pack slung over her shoulder, but even it was scarce and unappealing. Her armor was tanned leather hide that fit around her vital parts. She wasn’t sure if it would even prevent damage from some of the advanced weapons that humans created, not that she planned on fighting humans.

Alum’s only elaborate accessory was the shawl that held her dreads and braids away from her face. The shawl was plain white, but the stitching varied in color. The effect would seem poor on humans, but the variety of colors spoke volumes to other tribal orcs. Every color told a story of Alum’s travels in nature to find the flowers for the dye. In some cases she might seek among the slick rocks of a waterfall for vermillion, or fight territorial predators for a chance to pluck the rich azure blooms in their territory. Every color in Alum’s shawl held a story only she could tell. Tribal orcs also might notice her long, thick hair, and her strong jaw. Among orc kind, Alum had many appealing features.

Alum kept an eye out for strange human apparel. She would love to tell the story of her adventure as if the whole square was filled to the brim with peacocks. The orc continued to make her way across the square, careful not to step on the tiny human children. She headed toward the sound of the gunshots and the puppeteer.

None of the booths she passed sold anything resembling magic, and neither did they contract the famed magic hunters whispered about in orc cities. It was near the end of her search around the booths, when Alum was near the puppet performance, that she noticed the crowd clustered around a particular booth. Of all the groups she had seen that day, most of them consisted of similarly featured humans. This gang was anything but consistent. Their strangeness gave her pause, until it dawned on the Alum that she had finally found the break she needed right here in Kergstien. She heard words about work and a boss, and about signing up somewhere. She saw the words “Magic Hunters” in the hands of a stone elemental.

Following the rest of the people who swarmed to question the human at the booth, Alumaruk strode forward with a smile that exposed her tusks.

She garbled out the words in common speech, “I’m looking to hunt magic,” and knew it was lost in the commotion of many speaking at once. The dancing puppets and crowds of shrieking children, the swarming sweaty people in their confusing clothes, and the energy and anxiety of the other inquirers at the booth made Alum’s blood boil. She felt her temper rise along with her temperature. The orc ground her teeth together and shouted above the commotion of the festival festivities.

“I’M LOOKING TO HUNT MAGIC.”

And she hoped that someone understood her accent.

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Character Portrait: Seraphina Celosia Character Portrait: Thomas Aefenleoht Character Portrait: Spotface Character Portrait: Kiska Character Portrait: Hugo Tyrus Character Portrait: Alumaruk Ugak
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Seraphina walked around trying to find the booth for the Magic Hunters for a few more minutes. She sighed feeling frustrated, because she thought that by the time that she got there all the spots for a good party would be taken up. Sera looked around some more and scratched her neck. "Oh in the name of Sele. Why wasn't I gifted with a better sense of direction!" She said to herself exasperatedly.

Seraphina saw from a few yards away, a giant of a woman. She wore a unique rock armor and she was very intrigued with her style and appearance wanting very much to meet her and ask who she was. Seraphina walked over and got closer to the crowd she started beaming seeing the booth finally behind the now two giants, a goblin, and...a perfomer from before?

Seraphina had heard about the puppetier Thomas, she thought that he had an okay character, yet if he wasn't so materialistic then he could focus more on the strength of his magic and be very powerful. She then got close enough to see a handsome man in the booth, wearing a trenchcoat and had a cat on his shoulder. Sera couldn't help but giggle and smile at seeing the cat. Out of all the animal she had seen in the world, cats had to be her favorite and the thing that she wanted most as a pet. Unfortunately she could not have one because she would have one for so little time in her life that she wouldn't be able to take the heart ache of losing it.

She kept he wings against her back as best she could, but in such a big crowd it was hard to keep the muscles tense for that long of a time. As neared the edge of the interesting group and said very politely, "Excuse me...pardon me please." She smiled and she looked up at giants and decided she'd have to start a conversation later with her.

Seraphina finally got to the booth and she looked at the man with the trenchcoat. "Um, hello. I am Seraphina, I would like to join a Magic Hunting Party...Um, I am already a member of the GMHO. I was hoping that there could be a use for a Seraph here." She blushing smiling happily as she giggled quietly.

"May I please pet your cat? I love cats." She said feeling excited about being able to pet a kitty.

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Character Portrait: Seraphina Celosia Character Portrait: Maleki Character Portrait: Elant Weisand Character Portrait: Spotface Character Portrait: Kiska Character Portrait: Hugo Tyrus Character Portrait: Alumaruk Ugak
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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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Character Portrait: Fea Rainglore Character Portrait: Seraphina Celosia Character Portrait: Thomas Aefenleoht Character Portrait: Maleki Character Portrait: Adris Dasul Character Portrait: Valar Karackson Character Portrait: Elant Weisand Character Portrait: Spotface Character Portrait: Lucious Marder Character Portrait: Kiska Character Portrait: Hugo Tyrus Character Portrait: VPS-GWF3: Gainsboro Twelve Character Portrait: Morgan Taylor Character Portrait: Lysandra Tyaelly Character Portrait: Alumaruk Ugak
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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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Character Portrait: Fea Rainglore Character Portrait: Seraphina Celosia Character Portrait: Thomas Aefenleoht Character Portrait: Maleki Character Portrait: Adris Dasul Character Portrait: Valar Karackson Character Portrait: Elant Weisand Character Portrait: Spotface Character Portrait: Lucious Marder Character Portrait: Kiska Character Portrait: Hugo Tyrus Character Portrait: VPS-GWF3: Gainsboro Twelve Character Portrait: Morgan Taylor Character Portrait: Lysandra Tyaelly Character Portrait: Alumaruk Ugak
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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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Spotface snatched up one of the forms, and attempted to skim through while scratching at his fake beard. Writhka's tits, but this getup is itchy... Turning his thoughts away from his growing discomfort, he had to chuckle over the Teker's little speech about death and danger. Death is for chumps. But hey, that just means more riches for me! Looking over the contract, there were some bits he wasn't so keen on--these GMHO blokes are damned particular about their privacy, and no mistake. But nothing serious was jumping out at him, and his mind was already drifting towards thoughts of excitement and glory. He turned to lean on the table leg--stupid non-goblin tables, even the human ones are taller than I am--and absent-mindedly flipped through the document as visions of hidden vaults and secret treasures filled his mind... that is, until he saw her.

She was tall--but then, at Spotface's height, everyone seemed to tower above him--with a sort of lithe and confident grace that seemed better suited to wild forests or distant plains, but the bustling city only made her shine the more in the contrast. Her eyes spoke of a soft but determined soul, and he marveled at the way the sunny day made her tusks gleam and sparkle. Something about the bright threads woven into her dark rivers of braided hair reminded him instantly of the colorful costumes of his Harlequin family... But of all the people I've met through the Troupe, I never met a woman like This...

In a moment, he remembered himself, and looked sheepishly around. Had anyone seen him staring like a buffoon just then? Of course not. I get stepped on all the time; no one cares what the little goblin's up... well, Down to. He shuffled his feet a bit, and was now very grateful for the beard that must have concealed his gaping mouth from when his jaw went slack. Pull yourself together, Spotface. You're probably overreacti-OHMYGOdsshe'ssigninguptoooOOkay, breathe. Breathe. Just fill out the form DON'T LOOK AT HER. Yes. Here we go. Paperwork's done.

Stretching to reach above the desk to hand the paperwork back, it was all he could to to calm down and keep a straight face. His face was on fire between the blush that had bloomed there and the unbearably stuffy, scratchy beard. Tugging at the collar almost loosed the rags that made up his beggar's costume, and so when his eyes alighted on the puppet show, he began eagerly shuffling toward it. Not normally my bag, but right now, Any distraction will do...

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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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~Kai Ember
Like for most things in her life, Kai was late.
But she had gone too far to turn back. It had begun as whispers, rumors, in her little hometown of Ebony in Ulteris. Something about Magic, and something about hunting, and something about it all starting in a Solarian city. She couldn't resist. She sure disliked Solarians but she disliked her menial existence as a barmaid even more. It had been a while since she had been in a good fistfight. A slow smile curled on her lips. It was time for some excitement again.
So she had traveled all the way from Ulteris, using her hard earned savings along with some more dubiously obtained funds. But she had made it. Now she ducked through the city, looking for something she wasn't quite sure what. But she was late. She had a crawling feeling she was running out of time.
A beggar grasped her foot as she passed, causing her to stagger. She regained her balance quickly and snatched her foot away. "Watch it." She snarled at him. But she didn't have time to pick a fight. She had to hurry and find this magic hunting party. She pressed on through the festival crowds.
Then she saw it. There was a ragtag group of people scrunched around a table. And was that confetti dotting the ground? And then there was a statue-looking thing with the scribbled sign. Yup - this had to be it. Kai stalked up to the crowd and rocked up on her toes, trying to see. It was impossible to get a good look. So she just pushed into the crowd.
Kai shoved and elbowed her way ruthlessly through the group. She had her eye on the table ahead, so she didn't get a good look at the people she was pushing aside. But she thought she saw a little green goblin, and a tall elf, and wait was that a girl with bunny ears? And was that a robot?
She pressed to the front, by the table, and rudely elbowed aside the strange man with multicolored hair that was standing there. She put a hand on the table and leaned against it casually. She was a rather strange sight - a Teker girl with short, shaggy brown hair wearing boys clothing. She wore loose brown pants rolled up to reveal scuffed combat boots, a button up shirt, and a too-big vest that hung off her slight, boyish frame. Her large brown eyes sparked as she grinned up at the man in the trench coat standing behind the table.
"Is this where I sign up?"

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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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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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The puppet show was about to start, when Spotface felt a wave of cold air ripple through his beard and rags. A rush of chatter followed the cold, along with a few shouts. The stuffy discomfort he'd felt moments ago long forgotten, he stood frozen in place as sharp chills ran quick down his spine. Oh gods, something is wrong.. Something is really wrong. Looking over at the commotion by the Senate building, the his stomach turned as the magnitude of the situation dawned on him. People scattered in every direction as black forms fell upon them, with gore and cries of terror erupting everywhere at once. Every fiber of his tiny frame screamed for him to run, and yet, he remained rooted to his spot, staring on into the swirling, screaming mass in front of him. Spotface saw the leg coming, but it wasn't until the fleeing merchant sent him flying that he regained his senses.

He picked himself up, pulled out his grapple shots, and prepared to aim for the nearest roof, when he saw a cultist dashing straight at him with a manic gleam in his eye. Spotface faltered, shooting one of the grappling shots straight into a nearby cart. He barely had time to curse his bad luck before the cultist was on him, gibbering gleefully and slashing wildly with a wicked-looking butcher's knife. Spotface skittered away from the first few chops, and with a zip and a thump he flew into the cart by retracting the grappling shot. The cart was thrown back with the force of it, too, sending Spotface tumbling into it. After wrenching at the hook, to his mounting horror, he found it was stuck fast in the side. No way this cart is coming with me on a roof... Seeing the cultist was not far behind, he lined up his second shot at a spot across the square. As soon as the shot had landed--in a lamppost near the center, it turned out--he and the cart were zipping away.

The cart bounced and clattered at first, barely staying on its wheels and bowling over a few people--from what he could see, two cultists and... their meal... yuck--as it went crashing and skidding through the square. As it rattled along, though, Spotface was able to wrestle control over it. Leaning this way and that, he crashed headlong through a few cultists and narrowly dodged 'round what looked like a badger-man before reaching the lamppost. At some point, the beard must have flown off, but that didn't really concern Spotface much right then. Never liked that thing anyway.. Looking around, he saw that his stunt with the cart had attracted the attentions of a number of cultists, who were making their way to him quicker than he'd have liked. Now that he had a handle of how to steer the cart, though, he realized that there was no way these blood-crazed lunatics could catch up with him, if he played things careful. Seeing some wounded civilians trapped in a corner, he was decided in seconds. How many civilians could he whisk away with this cart? How many cultists could he hit and run? His terror melted away, and he strapped on his goggles with a growing grin. Spotface had a game to play, and all was right with the world again.

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Things had gone from a mediocre day in the city, to an apocalyptic dilemma in a matter of seconds. Lysandra had barely managed to read through the contract she was handed before a cold, eerie wind sent a shiver up her spine that was shortly followed by a display of sinister magic that struck down from the black clouds above the city.

“I do hate days like these.” Lysandra murmured with a clear frown directed at the troubles ahead. “I'm guessing this isn't part of the parade?” She asked nobody in particular, a hand already clenched around the belt strapped to the navigator's rifle.

Morgan unslung her assault rifle and took stock of the battlefield. These cultists were still some distance away, but they were getting closer. The engineer was about to provide some fire support for the melee fighters when a Nord started bellowing orders at the duo as if he owned the place. Said Nord promptly ran off and almost got himself killed. By a single cultist, no less.

"Dunno about you, but I ain't gonna put my faith in that guy," she said to Lysandra. "We'd be better off sticking together and giving the lads a bit of help from here."

"Aye, ma'am." Lysandra replied jokingly as she took stance next to Morgan, unslinging her rifle from her back. "I don't like being given orders, anyway." The navigator lined up the scope with her eyes in preperation for the oncoming march of cultists. While Lysandra preferred her katana in these chaotic situations, she wasn't willing to charge blindly into a group of magic users lest she get blown to bits by a surprise fireball up the strap.

Firing short, controlled bursts into the howling mob before them, Morgan managed to kill a good number of cultists. Those that fell, whether dead or merely wounded, were trampled underneath the rest. Neither of the two had fought anything like this before, but they did what they could to help the others from afar and provide covering fire for civilians that were fleeing for their very lives.

As the battle raged on, a small group of cultists had somehow made it past the melee and were almost upon Morgan and Lysandra. However, in the nick of time, a goblin riding a runaway cart zoomed past, mowing down the would-be attackers. The engineer shouted her thanks to the little greenskin before scanning the surroundings once more.

"We should start falling back about now, get someplace safer than here," said Morgan.

The navigator allowed her rifle to lower down, her body turning to face Morgan, briefly. "Agreed. We better get to higher, or at the very least more secure grounds."

"Does anyone know of such a place?" Lysandra asked, once more raising the scope of her rifle to her eyes and carefully picking off the never-ending onslaught of crazed cultists one by one.

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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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Somewhere around the seventh cultist Spotface had rammed into, the second grappling shot had been knocked loose from the side of the cart. He actually noticed this later on, somewhere around the eleventh injured civilian he'd whisked back to the fountain for medical care. When he discovered this development, the depth of his instant disappointment surprised him. He didn't need to stay in the cart, now. He could use two grapples--two hands, too--instead of one. The cart was much easier to steer... As he zipped around gathering more injured fair-goers, it was all too clear that the challenge was gone, again. He could feel the way the game fell apart around him, leaving a chore--a bore!-- in its place.

Though honestly, that wasn't the full truth of it. He would hardly just flit up and away to the rooftops to seek out some other, bigger thrill when it was obvious that the people here needed his help. His real trouble stemmed deeper down... With every new pain-stricken face he helped aboard, and every malicious grin he smashed past, his courage ebbed and faltered. This hero stuff... it's all a lot easier when I don't think about it too much. As though Fate itself desired to prove him wrong, Spotface took a turn too slowly, and in a moment of distraction, a cultist leapt on to the front of the cart. For what seemed like a lifetime, Spotface stood, transfixed, by a face of purest madness, flecked ear-to-ear in the pink foam of her savage tastes, with eyes that sang of murder... In that moment, he must have jumped off the cart in terror, though he didn't remember doing that. All he could see were those hungry, gleeful eyes...

His grappling shot was still reeling him in towards a wall, so without the cart, he bounced and tumbled through the street, too dazed to right himself. The cart, still moving quickly though now without direction, crashed heavily into the wall, crushing the cultist in the impact. Almost crashing himself, muscle memory kicked in just in time, and he found himself only bruised and disoriented, instead of smeared across the sidewalk. Spotface sagged to the ground, leaning on the wall he'd almost been pasted to, trying not to look at the cultist who'd succeeded where he'd failed...

As his head began to stop swimming, it slowly dawned on him that someone was speaking. It confused him at first, seeing no one around but the thoroughly dead-looking cultist, until his impact-addled brain pieced together that there must be some sort of loudspeaker. It sounded like that Brutus character, actually, but he wasn't exactly lucid enough to even confirm that this wasn't just some hallucination. As he concentrated, the message became clearer...

"Atten ... ving mem ... ntelligen ... Due to the ... cult the city has been ... under quarantine ... All gates ... magical barrier ... placed around ... preventing any other means of conventional escape." The full weight of what he was hearing brought Spotface back with a snap. Writhka's breath... gods, this is bad, this is really, really bad... "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.”

Spotface had been pacing back and forth with worry as the terrible litany continued. The thought of people being trapped in this city, condemned to death by these wretched, filthy berserkers... His ears twitched in anger as the voice casually mentioned "extermination," as though the people left behind were some sort of procedural nuisance, to be tidied away... Like vermin. As a goblin, Spotface had always been especially sensitive to the notion that some people were merely refuse to be cleansed. His best friends during childhood were rat beastmen, who were even more accustomed to being treated like living garbage... Due to his growing bad temper over the injustice of this situation, the last sentence of this strange and terrifying announcement took him entirely by surprise. She... It... isn't dead? The alley they had crashed into was a pocket of calm, at the moment. The cultist still appeared entirely dead, and though screams and turmoil echoed all around him, all he could see--where he'd once seen madness and evil---was a sad, empty sort of surprise in a mangled, broken face.

He kicked a bit at the broken cart, as overwhelming feelings of confusion, sadness, terror, and anger pooled together until he just felt very, very tired. He had no idea what to do, and stared down angrily at those horrible eyes, that horrible face... Until it twitched.

Before he even really knew what he was doing, a large chunk of the broken cart was in his hands, and he was swinging it bodily into the cultist's face. Blood flew everywhere, and he really was just pathetically weak, but the makeshift club came down again and again with all the anger and sadness in that tiny, wiry frame of his with a ferocity he never known he'd had. The body soon disappeared in a haze of green, leaving him to his own demons. Hands shaking, he raised his grapple and alighted on the rooftops. Tear tracks mixed with specks of blood on his face as he jumped and ran his way to the train station.

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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.