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The Magic Hunters of Valderia

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a part of The Magic Hunters of Valderia, by Sir Fluffington.

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Sir Fluffington holds sovereignty over Valderia, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Hugo Tyrus [45] Hunts Master and Psion
Thomas Aefenleoht [45] "Would you like to see the ultimate Fan Service?"
Spotface [35] Who, me? No, you want that distraction over there...
Valar Karackson [29] What's in it for me?
Lucious Marder [28] "Checkmate"
Kai Ember [23] "Don't think I won't punch you!"
Maleki [22] "Life is not a blessing, life is pain"
Seraphina Celosia [22] "When our time is up, and we finally have to reflect on the way we lived our lives...I'd like to say I helped to save others'"
Adris Dasul [21] "If I'm questioning you, that means you're in trouble"

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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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The crowd around Elant began to expand exponentially, especially after Hugo's rather exuberant display with the confetti. Undaunted by the warnings of death and secrecy, Elant signed his name upon a 2-month contract. If they were this short-handed, the contract could easily be renewed if Elant wished it. He was also fairly certain that the current Dwarven monarch wouldn't dream of letting him wander the festival without at least one pair of eyes keeping tabs on him, so he was certain to be provided with some sort of backup should things go sour. It really was a win-win situation!

As he handed Hugo his contract, he noticed the presence of none other than Seraphina, the Solarian Seraph. Tales of her beauty and mastery of magic had reached him even in the depths of Minoresse- though none had done her justice enough to warrant her radiant presence at the present moment. It was bizarre- he had never had much experience with those of his own kind before.

Deciding to break the ice, he matched Seraphina's gaze. "Good day, madam." Elant introduced, "Rather serendipitous that two of our species sign up for the same expedition! If I'm not mistaken, you must be "The Solarian Goddes, Seraphina?"

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Hugo leaned on the table and looked the bunny girl in the eyes and smiled, "No, I said that main goal is to get rich or die in horrendous ways trying. After all, magic hunters don't just die, they die horrific, painful, and gruesome deaths, unless they do drugs or they have a heart condition." Hugo dropped his serious tone in favor of a much friendlier version.

"I'm required to make sure that most participants know that most deaths are horrible, it reduces liability. Here's the dealio, I don't know where you got the idea that we will be searching for vaults, cause only a fool plans on finding vaults, unless the fool has map, but then he wouldn't be a fool, he would be a very rich person in the near future." Hugo paused for moment, "Wait, I'm getting off topic, shit." Hugo quickly cleared his throat, "I'm not going to lie, there is a possibility of finding a vault, but it's not a guarantee and it won't be our primary objective. But what we find, what we do with the vault is all up to the future us, you know what I mean? And there's also the fact that I can't predict what future Hugo will do in a vault." Hugo pulled out two contract choices and presented them to the bunny girl, "I'm not going to judge but I have to know, are you one of the plague cure chasers? It's okay if you are, but don't raise any hopes." Hugo dipped the quill and placed it in front of the two contract options, "Alright Floppsy, sign on the dotted line if you're still interested."

Hugo picked up two contracts and handed it to the seraph, "And Angel Dust, you should know the routine, choose the contract length you want and sign on the dotted line and you'll be in. It'll be great to have a healer and a veteran on board." Hugo pulled out another pair of contracts and handed them to the half elf, "Don't call it a quest, you'll make it sound like a field trip for small children. 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 the half elf a big smile, "Just messin', though I will need your name. There are people named Donnie everywhere and you can't trust people named Donnie."

Hugo turned to the iron clad man, "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 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." Hugo pushed the two contract options forwords, "You can get back to me on that choice with a signed contract."

Hugo glared at the fruity haired teenager, "Listen Berry Boy, this isn't a dumping ground for your reject boyfriends, I don't accept reservations. Isn't that right Felix. Felix?" Hugo turned his head to where Felix was sitting, "Shit, what the hell Felix! Where did you go?"

Felix had left during the flurry of questions and answers. Hugo was being loud, there were too many people around the table and Felix decided it would be best to scope out the other applicants. As he slipped through the crowd Felix detected a faint and familiar smell as well as its accompanying presence. Felix soon spotted that red scarf, and that blond hair. So it really was Morgan, even though she aged, Felix still thought she still looked the same. She still looked like a half breed and she still accessorized like a socialist. Felix leaped onto Morgan's shoulder by using Morgan's traveling companion as a boost. Felix smiled and began tapping a message into the forehead of Morgan in Morse Code. The message was on the lines of, "Greetings compatriot who dresses like a communist, how goes your glorious revolution? Also if Hugo was here with me he would most likely say some form of hello."

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There was a flurry of excitement as people poured in. Papers were being handed out, exclamations exclaimed, questioning questions proposed and complaints registered. Alumaruk huffed from between her tusks. Her heart beat like a heavy fist in her chest. Everything was a dull roar in her ears.

The orc took a contract and began to fill it out. Her shaky hands made her script nearly illegible. Plus the writing implements were like tiny toothpicks in her hands. Alum chose a four month contract. There was no time limit on success.

The orc understood the warnings, but most of what the human said passed unheard through her ears. What Alum was concerned with stood out brightly in her mind: “Magic hunting”. The orc was finally on the path toward finding magic. Whether she would be gifted with pay for supplying security or given the raw ore of magic itself, her goals were in sight. Alum felt a smile creep onto her face. Her excitement nearly matched her anxiety, but the commotion around her seriously dampened her spirits.

Alum finished signing all the work. She stood there with the papers held out stupidly in one hand. Alum’s mind turned inwards, to where the spirit nestled in a pocket of her consciousness. She sought the calm of meditation and wisdom. She sought the courage of orcs. She sought the peace of the plains.

The orc loved the beauty and energy of the human city, but like many strange things, she preferred to remember it in poetry. Alum could not stand living amongst such chaos. The disorder threatened to boil her brains. The little humans threatened to trip her every time she stepped.

She reached deeper, opened her mind to the spirit. Its power invaded every corner of her mind. Alum felt total calm. She would manage until they left the city. Unfortunately, the orc felt there would be much more to do and many people to meet before they’d pass through the gates on the way out.

Alumaruk sighed and shook the papers.

“Take them, human,” she garbled roughly, “I am ready to begin.”

And I am ready for a drink.

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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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Seraphina looked up at Hugo and seemed confused. "Angel Dust?" she said softly. She had never had such an odd nickname before and was taken off guard. She nodded at Hugo, "Yes sir. I do know. I am a very experienced healer, so i think if anyone was going to die I could help to stop it from occurring. " Seraphina giggled and blushed slightly as she filled out the contract and handed it back to Hugo, sighing in relief. She quickly got out of everyones way and stood in the middle back where she had came from. Everyone seemed so excited and eager to start the journey. She looked around and saw an elf and the Seraph. She felt like she was the only person she studied fully on healing magic and only focused on that. She felt important and smiled feeling anxious as well to start the journey. She was excited to feel the thrill of being on an adventure that was dangerous and fun with a very diverse group of people. Even with such small numbers, there was even another Seraph among the group... And they were probably the oldest of the group from what she guessed at least. 

Suddenly, she heard a voice next to her and she turned to see the male Seraph greeting her. She blushed feeling shy and she giggled as he called her a goddess. "Oh well, I am Seraphina, but i dont know if Im a goddess. I guess that is what people call me now..." She smiled up at the Seraph. "But it is a very nice day, I am very excited to start an adventure with you, since i dont see many other Seraphs lately. But what is your name sir? You remind me of someone I heard of among my Dwarven friends." She scratched her arm and examined him, noticing that he looked like more experienced flyer than herself and that he was a very handsome seraph as well. 

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Character Portrait: Fea Rainglore Character Portrait: Seraphina Celosia Character Portrait: Maleki Character Portrait: Valar Karackson Character Portrait: Elant Weisand Character Portrait: Spotface Character Portrait: Alumaruk Ugak
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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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Character Portrait: Fea Rainglore 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
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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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~Fera


Flopsy? That was something new for Fera to be called. It wasn't exactly common enough for Fera to be called anything, her personality was really shy and never really met people outside of her village. It was different to her to be where her difference is accepted. Even though she was usually paid no mind, though the man still held the paper. Without thinking, and relative haste she took the parchment, and read it, at least. As best as her vision allowed. Of all the times her being far sighted was bad, this was one of them. Though she could read it and noticed the dotted line (Which didn't even look dotted as per her vision could tell) and picked up the quill, and signed her name. Her writing was more calligraphic in style she nodded and sighed, she had reading glasses, but with her exile, she couldn't get them. Though she looked up at the towering man known as Hugo.

"I'm not positive what you mean by a Plague Chaser. I am joining because you look like you might need some help. At least as far as I can offer..." Fera doubted herself, she was used to it, she never believed that she could ever be great. Though she kept her face hidden by her hood and cloak, she now moved out of the way for the others to join in. Adjusting her equipment a bit as a breeze came through again. She watched the others.

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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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June 21--10:40 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


Thomas was roughly pushed to the side all of a sudden, before the man in the trench coat could reply. "Hey! Watch it!" he shouted, angrily turning around. Just who did this girl think she was, ruining his Fan...oh wait, wrong, he wasn't doing it right now.

Though honestly, what was with the crowd around them? It barely made any sense, seeing Seraphs, an orc, a goblin, some robot that he personally thought looked rather ugly, an elf, that bunny girl, and then humans like him and Michael...and that annoying girl that shoved him aside. What a weird bunch, eh?

Meanwhile, Michael, who really didn't have much of a purpose now, sat down on the bench next to the robot (who looked rather strange to him, especially when he was casually reading a newspaper) and continued to look on at the Hunting Party's booth. As he saw Thomas shout angrily at the girl who had pushed him aside, the pink-haired boy sighed and muttered something about how impolite people were getting these days.

Glancing at the robot again, Michael wondered if he should start a conversation, but decided not to.

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Out of all the assembled adventurers gathered at the stall, Morgan and Lysandra were probably the most normal-looking. As Hugo finished his speech, the crowd surged forwards to sign up for the expedition. There were all kinds of people here, most notably two Seraphs. Morgan would've been surprised enough to see just one in her lifetime. As those in front started signing their respective contracts, Morgan took the time to finish off her ginger. It wasn't the cheapest stuff, so she hadn't bought that much of it. Shortly after she'd thrown away the paper bag, the engineer was almost knocked off balance by the sudden arrival of a certain cat jumping on her shoulder. Returning the grin, Morgan recognised the message being tapped onto her forehead as none other than Morse code.

"Cheeky git. You're wearing more red than I am," she said, reaching up to give Felix a scratch behind the ears. "So how have you and Hugo been doing?"

Lysandra looked understandably confused. It was one thing to have a cat use you as a stepping stone, but watching said cat start a conversation with your friend was another matter entirely.

"Is this...?" It bewildered the navigator that she was even going to ask such a stupid question. "Who you were talking about?" She eyed the cat, watching it touch Morgan's forehead in a series of taps.

"Hmm? Oh, this is Hugo's cat, Felix. As for what we were talking about, well, it's an in-joke between us. Felix here thinks my scarf makes me look like a communist," explained Morgan.

"So," Lysandra began. Trying hard not to ask her friend if she just stepped out of a mental ward. "Talking cats are a regular thing now, huh?" She added jovially, though the navigator was well aware that the tapping could've been morse code.

"Who's this Hugo person, anyway?" She asked, her thoughts still fixated on what the connection between Morgan's scarf and communism was.

"That guy at the stall, handing out the contracts. We used to hang out together back in Holbrook, years ago. I wondered what he'd been doing while I was at Strelanka..."

"Never thought you'd be into crazy." Lysandra glanced at the man handing out the contracts. "Mad crazy, that is."

"Heh. Yeah, the man's an absolute fruitcake, but he's a reliable fruitcake when the going gets tough. Anyway, let's go and -" Morgan's words were cut off as a girl pushed past them and went for Hugo's stall. "Oi, we were next!" the engineer yelled, making her way closer to the front. Could've been a better situation for a reunion after so long, but Morgan gave Hugo a nod of recognition all the same.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, your last name is Brutus?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Just before the eruption of chaos, the air tensed with a powerful charge. Alumaruk tasted vomit in her mouth. Her gut knotted with fear and anticipation. She was so powerfully overcome she almost tossed her breakfast on the stones of the city street.

Too much power, she thought. Too much unhinged, unnatural magic.

When the sky touched the earth, Alum smelled blood. It was the stench of old blood, corrupted and clotted. Seconds after contact, warriors began to reap the fresh product, adding the coppery tang of innocent blood to the miasma.

The orc had already made a connection with her spirit. She wouldn’t need to reach inside herself and pull the power forward in her mind. Her eyes already flickered with ghost lights.

Alumaruk tossed herself toward battle. Civilians huddled in tearful groups, or ran straight into the orc and the magic hunting crowd, desperate for escape. Alum helped them with her large hands, gently giving them a push in the right direction: behind her. Still, the people poured forward. Many of them went to their knees with a blade in the back.

Alum reached the edges of the packed crowd, where the stones were slippery with the fluids of death. She could see the enemy warriors now. They were disgusting things, outfitted in gore-caked, rusted armor. They bared their teeth like dogs and snapped at the air while they pushed their weapons through skin. Alum sensed only the ghost of magic on them. These beings were not the beings of power. They were butchers.

Alumaruk raised her staff. A vicious war bellow poured out of her gut. She brought the bone staff down on the head of a butcher so hard the skull popped like a balloon. A new butcher ran for her, his cleaver slick with gore. A ribbon of peeled flesh hung from his filed teeth.

They’re eating people, she thought. Her staff caught him in the stomach. The monster bent over and she brought the staff up and down on his back. His spine snapped with a crack.

Shots were fired from above and behind. They cut into the mass of warriors. Even with ranged support, Alum was fighting just to keep balance. The butchers kept coming. They climbed over their dead and the dead of their slain. They slid on the wet, slick streets.

Alum had to drop her staff and unsheathe her sword. She needed the short range for the battle that pressed ever closer. She twisted the blade through the air. Even with delicate swordplay and a wall of corpses around her, Alum was nearly overwhelmed. They were going to go around her and come from behind.

The orc tapped deeper into the spirit’s power. She bristled with energy. Her sword moved so quick it whistled in the air. Seconds later she had an area cleared around her.

I hope the other magic hunters haven’t run away, she thought. The orc smirked. Then another wave of enemies came within sword reach and Alum fought on.

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Lucious could feel a wave of cold air hit him. As he turned around to see what it was, three dark pillars appeared. "Oh my..." he said as the chaos ensued. People were running in all directions getting cut down by strange things. It was horrible, but Lucious held on to his composure as the battle raged. Some of the other Magic Hunters were trying things to fight back against the bloodshed, but things were looking grim.

I guess it wouldn't be a bad idea to use some of those spells that I've been learning... he thought. He wasn't going to die here, and he knew it. Especially not defending some random townfolk that he'd never met. Lucious quickly mumbled a few words and cloaked himself in a dark veil, becoming virtually invisible to the naked eye. He made his way away from the thick of the fighting but alas, his luck wouldn't hold. One of the minions bumped into him by chance, sending the magician sprawling and undoing the spell. The creature looked around for a moment, confused but set it's eyes on Lucious.

His mind raced as he tried to scramble away from the awful thing. But the minion was faster, it tackled Lucious, knocking the wind out of him. As the monster was about to take a bite out of him, Lucious' hands burst in to flames and he pushed the damned thing off of him. Before the thing could get back on its feet, he sent a spew of fire in it's direction, blinding and burning it. To finish it off he sent a powerful gust of wind at it, knocking it against a building and breaking many of it's bones.

Breathing hard, Lucious brushed himself off, and re-cloaked himself. What a horrifying world it is... he thought making his way towards the fountain. Closing the destination, he un-did his hiding spell and approached the wounded there. Only then, did he realize that he was bleeding from a scrape on his knee, his cloak was torn in a few places as well. God damn that rodent. he thought. Using his knowledge of life magic, he successfully stopped the bleeding and made his knee look perfectly fine.

I guess I'll just camp here, until everything ends. And I do hope no one saw what I just did... Gunshots could be made out, from the rooftops, and screams of the dying could also be heard in a chorus with the battle cries of the warriors. Lucious in turn, stared into the burning village, sitting on the ground.

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Val usually didn't like cities very much. He hadn't been raised in one, and everyone there spoke with strange accents and unfamiliar customs. He'd come to this festival to find some place to peddle the herbs he'd brought, which were useful in stopping bleeding...

... but it looked like he'd need to use them, instead. The shouts of battle barely rose higher than the screams of the dying, but that was no matter to Val. Most of the cultists were engaged in combat with one of the now-noticeable fighters and mages that dotted the square, fighting off the cultists that remained. Meanwhile, Val tended to those who still had a hope of living, those dying but not dead, using his herbs to help, as his magic could not. He went from wounded villager to bloodied townsman, applying poultices here and there, and at least knocking unconscious those he could not help, to lessen their pains. Hopefully, someone with magic of healing was here, because poultices only delayed the inevitable.

Val glanced around, hearing a cultist run towards him. The madman had a heavy-looking blade, rusted and notched, covered in gore. As the cultist swung Val sidestepped, assisted with his wind control, and hit the cultist in the back of the head, stunning him for a while-- enough time for Val to get his walking stick out, knock the cultist's legs out from under him, and run. Close combat did not favor him, so it was best not to stay. If only there was more nature here...