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The entrance to the monastery is is littered with rubble. The vast doorway lies asunder, dangling from a single massive hinge. There are skeletal remains along the floor along with dark stains.
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The Monastery

The entrance to the monastery is is littered with rubble. The vast doorway lies asunder, dangling from a single massive hinge. There are skeletal remains along the floor along with dark stains.

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The Monastery is a part of The Ruins.

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Subject 656 [39] "Gotta run away from Master. Master is mean!"
Parlina [33] In all outward appearances, quite a normal, everyday human, excepting the small - one and a half foot long - oaken sceptre she carries on her at all times. From Terra. Of course. Patronus - Guardian.
Grace Des Romanus [28] Hardly the soft of heart, with a fiery temper, she is nothing like her name.
Cervious Kajihanone(Darkness) [26] Cervious has had the Darkening Ritual peformed on him by the Ethereal Council,his features have been altered such as black fur and the symbol of The Darkening imprinted on him,His only motive now is too ensure the task of the Ethereal Council is complete
Comandante Isaac Giovanni [24] "Count your blessings, Assassin, and pray that we do not meet again."
Elene Tofusin [23] "I'm some type of elf, not much else...I'm sorry but can you let me eat in peace?"
Shayne Tezziks [23] A young man who wanders sround Wing City searching for his brother and rival
Connor Kenway [19] Grandmaster of The Assassin Order
John Lockheart [17] "Don't worry, i can help"
Michael Rose [16] "Hmmm well youre about as pretty as I am"

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Grey blinked. You would think that a wizard of his particular level of study would learn to be nonplussed by such abrupt changes in peace, but alas, this particular aberration of reality caught him off guard. Not that he would show it. With pursed lips, he wiggled his fingers in a circle, calling a cigarette to his hands out of thin air, which promptly lit itself.

"Easy there tiger." he said in his rough, gravelly voice. He took a long drag on the magical cigarette and shoved a dry hand in his right coat pocket. He spoke in a measured pace as he exhaled.

"I'm not a beastie and you're in no position to be in my face. So let's all just count to ten and have a chit chat, okay?"

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Kakaze was taken back by the calm response. "Oh,well are you the one who's been ripping me realm to realm? I have been to at least three other worlds this day and i grow tired of not having answers." Kakaze took a deep breath. "I am Kakaze better known as "The Rage of Justice Alchemist". Who might you be?" he asked watching cautiously grabbing another handful of sand from his pack with his non gloved hand.

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Grey plugged the cigarette between his dry lips and idly walked in a circle for a moment. Rage of Justice Alchemist? Kind of a contrived name, but what the hell, he'd seen worse. Grey rose an eyebrow at the young man and crossed his arms over his chest.

"World hopping huh? Nah...nah I don't try to incite people like that. I did send you a message asking if we could talk though, didn't you get it? Sendings usually never fail." Grey asked, his stormy eyes a tad weary. He had the feeling this was, somehow, going to be a hardcase.

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Kakaze "Look i do not exactly have the chance to check the mail every day i work for Major General Mustang, and as such a position i have way too many other duties like keeping violent filth off the streets of Central city. What is it you want? And how in hell did i get here?" Kakaze calmed down somewhat. "you do not happen to have another one of those do ya? He asked with a sigh.

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"Yeah. Check in your pocket." Grey said, waving his fingers ever so subtly. With a sharp, grunting magical incantation and a stamp of his food, the stone beneath Grey suddenly sprang up into the shape of a curved chair. The older wizard eased into it and laced his fingers together. With an elongated sigh he leaned forwards and gave Kakaze a once over.

"I want to talk about magic. Or rather, whatever it is that you do. As for how you got here? Well. I don't know, but perhaps I can help you find out." Grey said.

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Kakaze
"Sounds like an Equivalent exchange to me." he joked realizing quickly he was the only person there that understood what he meant. "It is called Alchemy it is like magic for scientists, In a way." He reached in and pulled out the source of tobacco from his pocket, he gave his fingers another flick lighting it without much effort at all and placed it in his mouth. "What is it that you wish to know? Maybe a demonstration would be more proper?" He removed his jacket revealing his Alchemical Tattoos. "You are not the only one who thirsts for knowledge elder. There are those who seek this power for evil, and those people i will destroy before i divulge to them my secrets." He smiled as he removed his pack and set it upon the ground.

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"Yeah, yeah..." Grey said with a dismissive wave of the hand. These holy rollers and their dogma. Grey didn't care much for good and evil, he just wanted things to be explained and have a proper place.

"Alchemy. In my vocabulary, this means the creation of magical potions and elixers by drawing out special essences from certain ingredients. Yet, based on what I've seen of you, it has more to do with changing the world around you? By what means do you achieve this?"

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Kakaze "Transmutation Circles act as a catalyst." He began as he turned to show the basic ones for earth and fire upon his back. "And they are the very base of Alchemy and transmutations, although it is a base it is not the source of power,Alchemy at least in Amestris uses these circles along with the power of the tectonic plate movements, This is the most basic explanation of alchemy, But there are some alchemists who do not need a Transmutation circle, such as myself I do not need it but i can use them if i desire to." Kakaze took a breath while laughing. "Woo that is a mouthful."

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"I see. So what you're saying is that various effects can be achieved using the proper focusing of transmutative intent using one of these circles, which then draws power from inherent geologic constants?" Grey asked, breathing out a long puff of smoke. As he did so, he let out a soft grunting of magical words and a shimmering scroll appeared in mid-air, with an animated pen jotting down the conversation.

"...interesting. You mentioned something about equivalent exchange. I take it that an item of equal value must be offered to this circle to produce new effects. How is the 'value' of a given item ascertained?"

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Kakaze began to recite as if he were giving a lecture. "Step one Comprehension, Understanding the inherent structure and properties of the atomic or molecular makeup of a particular material to be transmuted, including the flow and balance of potential and kinetic energy within." As he spoke he poured the contents of his sand onto the ground and began drawing the Earth Transmutation symbol slightly modified with some fire emblems for his intent. "Step Two Deconstruction, Using energy to break down the physical structure of the identified material into a more malleable state so as to be easily reshaped into a new form."Kakaze placed his hands beside the sign, giving a small grunt him and the circle began to glow as the sand flattened out and became red hot. "Step three Reconstruction, Continuing the flow of energy so as to reform the material into a new shape." When he finished he stepped back and on the ground was a medium shape pane of glass.

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Kakaze "You must also mind the law of conservation of mass and the law of natural providence of course. He finished up.

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Grey watched on in interest as Kakaze went about his art. It reminded him vaguely of his own transmutative magics, but with a few key differences.

"I see. I am familiar with the former but not the latter. Could you please explain that? And also...I take it that a certain...alchemist's preferred transformations are a matter of personal preference and expertise? Meaning that there is nothing inherently magical about a given practitioner that aligns them to a given set of transformations."

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Kakaze Started again "The Law of Conservation of Mass states that energy and matter can neither be created from nothing nor destroyed to the point of elemental nonexistence. In other words, to create an object weighing one kilogram, at least one kilogram of material is necessary and destroying an object weighing one kilogram would reduce it to a set of parts, the sum of which would weigh one kilogram. And The Law of Natural Providence states that an object or material made of a particular substance or element can only be transmuted into another object with the same basic makeup and properties of that initial material. In other words, an object or material made mostly of water can only be transmuted into another object with the attributes of water. And to answer your question, i have found where your passions lie is where your powers are derived..The Power of earth..or the passion of fire...the speed of the wind..the beauty of the water.There is a deeper working than your personal choice." Kakaze was happy at the volume of information coming from himself.

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to anyone im currently rping with hey i gotta leave where i am because they locked this place up and if i leave to go to the bathroom all my stuff will be locked in so just post your next post and i will respond later or tommorow

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Head...throbbing...everything is dark.

"WHAT?!" Beowulf shouted as he jolted awake, eyes wide while his head shifted quickly to his surroundings. He let out a groan, reaching out for his blade, spellcasting, and using it to help him up while it was still sheathed. Wherever he was, it was musty and disgusting. This wasn't Wayland, so...where was he? Beowulf groaned and rubbed his eyes, trying to adjust to the dark...sometimes he wished he were a Dwarf or some sort of outer race that could see in the deep blackness around him.

"Hello?" He called out, rubbing his side which ached with pain like it had been hit by some blunt object. Nothing was clear, only a flash. One moment he was in Wayland, the next he...just woke up. Was he kidnapped? Or worse, dead? "Hellooo....! It's Beowulf. Is anyone there?!" Keeping his blade sheathed as he began shambling about, it wasn't long until he felt his foot hit something hard and causing him to tumble down with his face only inches away from the face of a poor soul's skeletal remains. "W-wuaaaagh!" Shocked, he jolted back and was now sitting upon his rear, hand shaking with his fist grasping the handle to 'spellcasting' tight. "Hello?! Help...!"

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Ovrul tossed to his side, grabbing his cane he stood up and looked around. Dusting off his beard he heard the cries once more. He craned his neck and grunted, he was stiff and sore.

"I hear ye I hear ye calm down." looks around "Where are ye?" snaps his fingers and from his cloak a spirit wolf manifests. "Go find who was yelling boy" the wolf nods and plods off.

He checks his gear *crossbow, quarrels, 'Where is this last I remember i was about to go to bed after giving the monthly inspection of the Grey Wolves rooms.' Where is my backpack, there it is*

With a click he readied Sundir his crossbow that had been with him from the beginning and held it as he walked with his cane ready for anything.

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Yvandír shifted awake, the world around him blurry at first before his vision quickly cleared up, stunned slightly by the headache, he'd bring himself to sit up and bring his hand up to rub a temple, wet, he'd retract his hand quickly, his finger tips layered with blood, with a silent sigh he'd begin reciting words he thankfully rarely spoke a green glow of positive energy forming around his hand before he placed the spell against his head, healing himself of the head wound.

Giving himself a few minutes; Yvandír would push himself up away from the stone wall he was slumped against and begin to brush himself down, the thick dust causing him to sneeze loudly, thus causing an echo in the roofless room. "Ahhh...bloody hells" the half elf murmured to himself, bringing up the simple cloth mask that he kept tied around his neck. looking to the floor again he'd kneel down and pick up his longbow; the runes etched into the 'darkwood', glowing a faint trailing azure blue, with a silent smirk he'd draw back the longbow and watch as he did so, an arrow would form in place ready to be fired "perfect".

his sensitive perceptive senses would pick up the distant yelling of two individuals, he pulled together his equipment, that seemed to have been brought with him to this strange abandoned place, turn towards the darkened doorway out of the room and quickly cast another spell. with a smirk after casting the spell, the darkness would be less of a threat to him now, and so Yvandír set out from one of the dilapidated upper floor rooms to seek out the other voices he could hear in the floors below.

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Beowulf brought himself back up and to his feet after his unfortunate encounter with the skeleton, rubbing his back and grumbling to himself.

"Damn...urk..."

As he was getting his grasp back on reality, he saw a wolf walking into the room. It was a wolf...a wolf...there was a group named after wolves back in Wayland, he never associated with them but he knew of them. He decided to follow the wolf to whoever it would lead him to.

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The wolf looked at Beowulf and due to its link with Ovruls senses he saw and recognized the man, "Beowulf the man who caused two fatalities in one of my construction sites" he thought.

The wolf turned its head at Beowulf then turned around and started walking to ovrul. It's tail wagged as it walked wisps of smoke flowing off of it with heavy step.

Ovrul walked with his cane toward his wolf and as he came over a rise of rubble he looked at Beowulf "hello warrior Beowulf how did you come to here?" As he said this he shouldered his crossbow."last I remember is a flash of light almost a teleportation spell or trap.

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Yvandír would be wandering the halls; silent in his movements listening out for the voices again. Soon coming towards a flight of stairs, Yvandír would step down lightly; the rotting oak boards creaking, some more than others, and soon after dreading few minutes he was down a floor and soon heard the voice of Ovrul in the distance.

he picked up his speed and soon came to a hole in the floor and roof below and above, a pile of rubble, or a small hill of it below, and at the bottom of the pile he saw Beowulf and just below and out of sight he could hear the voice of the dwarven inquisitor Ovrul.
"well. how're we holding up?"

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Yvandír would be wandering the halls; silent in his movements listening out for the voices again. Soon coming towards a flight of stairs, Yvandír would step down lightly; the rotting oak boards creaking, some more than others, and soon after dreading few minutes he was down a floor and soon heard the voice of Ovrul in the distance.

he picked up his speed and soon came to a hole in the floor and roof below and above, a pile of rubble, or a small hill of it below, and at the bottom of the pile he saw Beowulf and just below and out of sight he could hear the voice of the dwarven inquisitor Ovrul.
"well. how're we holding up?"

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Rubbing the back of his head, Beowulf grumbled once he was asked how he came to be here. "Funny...I remember the same thing as you. Flash of white light, and now I feel I'm no longer being...controlled? I dunno. It's a weird feeling I'm getting right now." Hearing the other approach and now hearing the voice to be that of the huntsman Yvandír, he let out a small sigh of relief.

"I'm holding up fine, dunno about Ovrul here." He replied to the huntsman, then looking about. "Are we the only ones though? What of the rulers of Wayland...?"

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Ovrul looks around and then turns to beowulf, "It is strange no doubt a plot of mismangu to separate us from our kingdom to overthrow us."

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"i wouldn't be so sure until we know the details for certain" Yvandír would drop himself from the floor above through the hole and walk down the side of the rubble pile standing next to Beowulf "now, how do you both think we should proceed?" Yvandír settled his bow back over his shoulder and out of the way, he then crossed his arms and awaited some kind of response from either one of the two.