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Valar Karackson

What's in it for me?

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a character in “The Magic Hunters of Valderia”, originally authored by Legate, as played by RolePlayGateway

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I'm a pacifist. What you don't believe me? Want to fight about it? ...... No? See? I'm a force for Peace

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Name:Valar Karackson
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Race:Nord

Physical Description: Standing 7'2" and weighing 260 pounds he is uncommonly large even for a Nord. His wolfhound, Chester, is built to similar proportions and comes to his mid thigh. Tan, windburned and weather-beaten this is a man marked by the outdooors. Sparkling blue eyes set deep in a tan face framed by a full beard are probably his most distinctive features, that and his shoulder length red hair./b]

[b]Skin color: Tan

Hair color: Dark red
Eye Color: Grey

Occupation: Bounty Hunter, Mercenary, Assassin, Bodyguard/Freelance Security, Scoundrel

Bio: Thrallskerfell, or just The Fells, is a bleak and mean place to grow up. Subject to raids by slavers or attacks by bandits, one grows up hard or not at all. As a young boy he witnessed many atrocities perpetrated by slavers and bandits. Though his family was lucky enough to escape the worst of it by hiding or running eventually misfortune caught up with them. At the tender age of 10 a slaver raid took his parents and his freedom from him. Seeing his father cut down and his mother sold into slavery was one of the most traumatic and formative experiences of his young life. The other was his 6 years as a mine slave in the frozen north. Escaping at 16 after a slave revolt a much more cynical and world weary Valar promised himself that never again would he or any other he saw have to endure that kind of treatment. To this end he set himself up as a freelance bounty hunter in order to track down these folk, not averse to making a little cash on the side.

Hometown:Dakkaris
Home country:Thrallskerfell

Personality: Years of toil and hardship have weathered his optimism and enthusiasm. He keeps his opinions to himself and generally remains quiet, not speaking unless he has something to contribute. However when in a good mood his gregarious personality and infectious smile can rouse even the most morose members of any gathering. Apart from that he is consistent, solid, and dependable. There's no flash or shine to him, just a quiet persistence that could eventually wear away mountains.

Likes: , Winning, Whiskey, His Weapons and Gear, His fiddle and Chester
Dislikes:Stupid questions, People who talk too much, Bounties that put up a fight, whiners, people who don't drink whiskey

Skills and Abilities
Dirty Fighter: He may be tall but in a pinch no blow is too low to win a fight.
Survivalist: Varied outdoors skills
Musician: Like his fiddle
Equipment & Weapons:
His trusty 12 shot carbine with bayonet
His Obrez model pistol (A large caliber rifle sawn down to pistol size)
Knives
Facemask + goggles with zoom capacity.
Assorted survival equipment
2 40 oz bottles of Bearhuggers Very Fine Whiskey
A Cloak of No Particular Colour.
Magic: Spirit Magic

A long with his faithful wolfhound Chester he shall go forth for riches, and, ya know, stuff................

So begins...

Valar Karackson's Story

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Valar walked briskly towards the city as the sun was getting low. The man slung over his shoulder bounced limply with each step. It had been a hell of a fight bringing this one in, he'd tried to defraud some big shot noble and Valar had been sent out to collect him. Which had been fine until the guy had tossed a fireball in Valars face. Despite being a mass of burns Valar had still managed to incapacitate the man.

As he drew closer to the city he saw the guard preparing to close the city for the night. "Tiny damned Gods" he growled "Just my luck." He picked up his pace to a steady jog, the mans head made a thunking noise as it clanked off one of the metal plates that was inserted into Valars leather outerwear. His jacket and combat pants had them throughout in places where they would provide protection but not affect his mobility. He made it inside just as the gates were closing catching more than a few suspicious glances.

He finally got to the precinct and dropped the guy on the counter. "By Voldomirs hairy ass crack I swear, that is the last time I do "Alive"". He signed the prisoner over to the authorities and received a heavy purse in exchange. Then he decided to go to the main square to see what all the fuss was about. As he walked by an open air tavern he grabbed a mug of beer out of a patrons hand. "Thanks citizen." The man turned clearly about to make something of it but changed his mind when he say all 7 feet and 2 inches of heavily armed Nord staring back at him. Valar flipped him a coin not really caring about the denomination and said "Keep the change" and walked off to sit on the fountain, drink his beer, and soak in the festival.

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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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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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A Magic Hunt, hell. That was about the whackiest thing Valar had seen. However he'd never been the kind of person to back down from a challenge. He took a quick mental inventory. He had no active contracts out, no obligations of any kind, all his kit was in good repair. Well maybe he might make a couple purchases. Always good to kit out before a jaunt. A haul like the one promised could set him up for life though. He could get out of the game, stop getting shot at for a living and maybe move somewhere where bandits wouldn't try and kill him once a week or so.

Valar looked around. Death had never particularly worried Valar so he decided to take the form. "Alright, where do I sign? And when do we start?" he drawled. An odd company no doubt, that is if all of them joined up. Hopefully they would not be too much of a liability. He had managed to startle one or 2 of the company by coming up behind them, but hopefully all would be forgiven in time.

He signed the forms and handed them in. It was time to go on an adventure

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Character Portrait: Seraphina Celosia Character Portrait: Maleki Character Portrait: Valar Karackson Character Portrait: Elant Weisand Character Portrait: Spotface Character Portrait: Lucious Marder Character Portrait: Hugo Tyrus Character Portrait: VPS-GWF3: Gainsboro Twelve Character Portrait: Alumaruk Ugak
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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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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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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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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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Well his marksmen had split up and the group was scattered all over the city, each fighting individual battles. Despite all that they were holding their own, well mostly. Finally having made his way to the rooftops he could see most of the individual battles. He had covered the Orc for a while but she appeared to be doing just fine by herself so he had moved on to trying to cover civilians. It was hard work though from up high and he had to be quick a couple times, he was trying to direct them to the square. However it was proving impossible from the rooftop. "Aww bloody hells" He descended down to street level slinging his rifle across his back as he did so. It would be the knife and pistol for the close work.

He slipped by several groups of cultists hiding behind stalls and under carts. Just as he was coming to a T-intersection he saw a group o cultists running down a mother and two children. Whelp, no time to be dainty, he needed to go in mob handed. He built up to a sprint running at where the cultists would be and threw himself through the air bringing down all 4 cultists. The next few seconds were a havoc of pain(some of it his), blood (the same), and ultimately death (not his). His head hurt from breaking a cultists nose and the wound in his shoulder was seeping some but all in all, he actually seemed to be alright.

He herded them back to the square and then ran off looking for more. He moved slowly now, rifle out, checking his corners as he crossed in case of ambush. Walking in a low crouch he swept his rifle side to side scanning the now seemingly empty streets. All of a sudden rounding a corner he saw a magic wielder tossing fireballs at a girl, she was doing an effective job of dodging but was beginning to tire. Valar, still moving forward in the low crouch, squeezed off a couple shots. To his shock and dismay they ricocheted of some form of magical protection. However it had the desired effect of catching the cultists attention causing his next spell to fizzle. However Valar quickly got more than he bargained for as the cultist then tossed a fireball his way.

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Lucious’ pleasant stretch of daydreaming was jolted from him when he heard a gunshot ring out. That sounded really close… he thought. Too close… Lucious got up from his position and began to walk towards where the gunshot had originated from.

As he rounded a corner, he saw a mage cultist in a quarrel with the nord and the Tekker girl. The Tekker girl appeared unarmed, and the mage was in the middle of flinging a fireball at the nord. Luckily, the cultist was unaware of Lucious’ presence.

First things first he thought sending a gust of powerful wind to intercept the cultist’s fireball. The wind blew the fireball off course and it smashed into the side of a building instead, sending it aflame. oops

As the cultist turned to face him, Lucious could make out the outlines of some sort of magical shield that the mage was using. It seemed to him that the barrier was actually a tornado of sorts surrounding the cultist. It could effectively fling away any bullets and any fireballs he could fling in it’s direction.

Luckily, the solution to this was simple. A tornado is formed by the tangling of hot and cold air, if someone were to tip the balance of the two types of air, the tornado would cease to exist. Wind it is then Lucious thought.

The cultist sent a flurry of fireballs in Lucious’ direction, which he deflected by raising a powerful gust of wind in front of himself. Lucious thought this out this time, and the fireballs rocketed into the air. This is it Lucious formed a cold compressed air pocket with his hands, which he released in the direction of the cultist.

The compressed air sped towards the cultist, who in turn tried to strengthen his “shield” by concentrating on feeding it the air that it needed. Luckily, it wasn’t enough and the cold air punched right into the tornado, tipping the balance. Some of the cold air even made it to the cultist, who was knocked down.

Now, if that nord has any sense, he’ll take the chance to shoot. But just in case, the half elf’s hands found the familiar geography of his Deringer dual barrel pistol. The cultist was outside of it’s effective range, but a little wind manipulation could fix that. He cocked the hammer and waited impatiently for the nord to react.

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As the fireball came flying at him Valar threw himself flat only to see the fireball deflect and smash in to a house. He rolled as a flaming timber came smashing down where his head was getting to his feed he saw the cultists shield dissipate. He seemed to be looking around for the source of his troubles, Valar drew his Obrezst pistol. Basically a sawn off rifle it was a giant, ugly, large caliber pistol. Walking forward in his shooters crouch he shot. One, Two, Three, Four times as the mans body still standing jerked and twitched. He looked for his rifle found it and jogged over to the girl who had been fighting this man.

"You, ok?"

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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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The huge Nord fired four solid shots at the cultist mage. The cultist jerked back and forth with each shot, like a broken doll, before he collapsed. The Nord jogged over to her.
"You ok?"
Kai brushed herself off, still breathing hard. "I'm in one piece. Thanks." That was a close call.
Just then a voice broadcast through microphone all over the city. It told everyone that could to get to the station as fast as possible, or they were going to die a horrible death. Apparently the Solarians were taking over the extermination. Kai grumbled under her breath, but she knew it was inevitable. They were going to die if they stayed in the city.
However, it was a ways to the station, and a dangerous trip, especially with the cultists still raging. A sudden fear washed over Kai that they wouldn't make it, and would be exterminated. Then it was replaced by a numb determination.
Kai turned to the Nord. "We should stick together."
Then she cracked her knuckles and ran off in the direction of the train station.

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Lucious watched as nord ran to the teker girl. That was when he heard the announcement. The nord and the girl ran off as the lead filled cultist stood once again, a mutated mess. "Not even a thank you..." he thought. But it really was rude to run off like that, after all the two couldn't have won the fight without him. "Oh well, I guess I'll just have to remind them later. I have a bigger problem at hand."

As the cultist got ready to release some sort of magical attack at the half-elf, he quickly did some hot/cold wind manipulation to get the air around him to blur. He then immediately cloaked himself within the shadows, leaving the re-born cultist stunned. Lucious ran as fast as he could away from there, trying to keep up with the nord and the girl. I hope they're going the right way, I can't even find my own way anymore. Everything just looks like burning buildings and mutated cultists."

Lucious decided to find out for himself, so he uncloaked some distance away from the two before catching up to and greeting them. "So," he began, "do you two perhaps happen to know where the train station is?"

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Valar spun down into a crouch leveling his weapon in the direction of the voice. He jerked his gun up as he saw someone who wasn't a cultist. "Hellfire, where'd you come from? Anyways, doesn't matter, we think the train station is this way. At least that's the direction everyone seems to be running in. If you've got a gun and can shoot we need you with us. We were just gonna head right for the station, blow up anything that's in our direct path and try and get out of here alive. But given that I have no experience with this type of osik, I'm more than welcoming suggestions at the moment."

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Kai was just as surprised as Valar when the Elf-like man caught up to them. Even in the chaos he moved quickly and quietly.
"Hellfire, where'd you come from?" Valar said. Anyways, doesn't matter, we think the train station is this way. At least that's the direction everyone seems to be running in. If you've got a gun and can shoot we need you with us. We were just gonna head right for the station, blow up anything that's in our direct path and try and get out of here alive. But given that I have no experience with this type of osik, I'm more than welcoming suggestions at the moment."
Needless to say, Kai didn't have much experience with rabid bloodthirsty mutating cultists either.
She had come into this city hoping for an adventure, for an escape from the mediocrity of her life. She thought she had been ready for this. Why had she though she was ready? Because she could throw a mean left hook and had won a few bar fights? Kai wanted to go back in time and slap herself for her arrogance. She wasn't ready for this. In fact, she was terrified.
She swallowed it hard. She pushed the fear away and kept her cool. Just as she was about to take off again for what she hoped was the direction of the station, she heard a clatter, a loud scream, shortly followed by a faint splash. She looked sharply off in the direction of the sound.
There was an uncovered manhole in the street, and she looked just in time to see the blur of a bicycle and a flash of pink hair fall into the hole.
Wait- a manhole. An idea suddenly occurred to her.
She darted for the hole, gesturing for Valar and Lucious to follow. She swung her legs inside the manhole and scurried down the ladder just in time to see the pink haired kid with the bicycle get up out of the putrid water and begin to walk away.
"Oi! Mr. Pink-hair!" She called, not knowing his name. "Wait for us!"

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Maybe such a sneaky approach wasn't the best idea after all. The nord spun and leveled his weapon at Lucious, but when he seemed to realize that he wasn't a cultist, he lowered the rifle. "Hellfire, where'd you come from? Anyways, doesn't matter, we think the train station is this way. At least that's the direction everyone seems to be running in. If you've got a gun and can shoot we need you with us. We were just gonna head right for the station, blow up anything that's in our direct path and try and get out of here alive. But given that I have no experience with this type of osik, I'm more than welcoming suggestions at the moment."

"Think?" But before Lucious could reply, his thought were interrupted by a man's scream followed by a splash. Lucious jerked his head towards the direction of the noise to see something fall inside a open manhole. Suddenly, the Teker girl gestured for Lucious and the nord to follow her as she disappeared inside the manhole herself.

Lucious hesitated, but the motivation of the mutated cultist tearing apart multiple bodies not too far from where he was was enough for Lucious to follow. As he made his way down the ladder the putrid stench became very prominent and Lucious could barely keep his stomach. As he reached the bottom he heard the Teker girl shout, "Oi! Mr. Pink-hair! Wait for us!" As Lucious looked around to try and get his bearings of the place, he soon realized that the lighting down here was in fact, very poor. "Nothing a little magic can't fix." His eyesight began to lighten up, as if someone was slowly turning on the lights.

He soon caught up with the Teker girl, and gestured to wait for the nord. The reassurance of his gigantic build, not to mention his weaponry would be nice to have.

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Valar turned back from the street he had been covering to see everyone jumping down a manhole. Not quite sure what was going on but well aware that the streets were no place to be caught out by himself he ran over to join them. He dropped into the hole catching himself on the edge with one hand. Still holding himself in the air by one hand he swept the tunnel with his rifle in the other. Finding it clear of threats he allowed himself to drop down to the sewer. All of a sudden he heard barking up above and he called out. "Chester, CHESTER! Here boy." An enormous dog came running and jumped down the hole right into Valars arms. Then he reached up and arm straining pulled the grate closed over them sealing them into the preternatural gloom of the sewer.

Their party had seemingly acquired a new member while they were on the run but Valar couldn't worry about that right now. He squinted around to try and see but was having a hard time of it. However he suddenly noticed the skinny elf casting some sort of cantrip and his vision began to lighten up.

"Thanks" he said as he walked past him to the front of the group. He put his hand on the small girls shoulder giving it a comforting squeeze as he removed his pistol from his belt. He turned to face her holding out the gun, even though it was a pistol it looked huge for her hands. "Do you know how to use one of these?" he asked her, she looked up at him and nodded. "Good, stay right behind me one hand on my shoulder, person behind you has one hand on your shoulder, the last thing we want is to get separated down here." He checked his compass, lined up and he heard the girl passing on his advice. Then a small warm hand settled on his shoulders. It was time to move out. He signaled Chester to take the lead knowing the dogs nose would be able to sniff out cultists before they could. "Oya Chester, let's hunt" he muttered to himself as he moved off in a shooters crouch.

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It was slow going having to move carefully, checking each corner they had no idea where there could be cultists, but they had found a rythm and started to pick up speed. He didn't know how far they'd come but it was time to check where they were. He held up a closed fist signalling the others to stop and removed a grate from the ceiling. He knelt and cupped his hands, gesuting that the girl should step in so he could lift her up and check. Hopefully she saw good things.

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Adris wasn’t so sure about who or what grabbed him at first. He squirmed a bit, thinking it may be one of their enemies. However, he soon made the connection about the cold metal that he could feel. With the fact that he could now see one’s face, he was reassured. Although, he never thought once someone could held him in such position, but he didn’t doubt what this being could do. Either way, he weighed on what the robot said, feeling that it was a bit rude from him to refuse the protection he offered.

However, taking a look back of the situation, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see the facts; despite his attempts to slow down the cultist, they still gain terrain on them. With the limited dome, they couldn’t move faster than him, which was a downer since he couldn’t run faster than that kid on a bicycle. He let a small sigh of relief as all the water stopped to flow at once. The once burden to be moving that quantity of mass gone.

“I guess you’re right, after all…” He said towards him as he looked towards Michael. He knew that he probably had more chance on his own. Adris didn’t expect for him to fall into the manhole however, gasping a bit as he was about to say something towards him, but he shut himself when he saw that there were more people entering into the sewers, and even a dog. Then, it got closed. He frowned a bit as he looked back onto the robot. “Well, guess it is the two of us.” He ironized, but he was truly curious who would actually arrive first. He would let the thing carry him. He would run, but he wondered also if it didn’t have any trick up it sleeves as well.