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The Twelve Guardians

Snowflake City

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a part of The Twelve Guardians, by Berwald Oxenstierna.

The Capital of Winterfall

RolePlayGateway holds sovereignty over Snowflake City, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

i have the idea from a naruto fanfiction i have read a while ago...this is the link. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6557238/1/better_left_unsaid

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Even though the kingdom just underwent a war, the city is still bursting with life. This is the place where the king, his family and the guardians live.
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Snowflake City

The Capital of Winterfall

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Snowflake City is a part of The Kingdom of Winterfall.

1 Places in Snowflake City:

9 Characters Here

Akronea [9] "I'll return to my barren home when it becomes impossible to go anywhere else."
Hikari Neshomaru [9] "Sometimes I feel as though I am merely a visitor in this world..."
Argene Cybele Wildrose [8] "Dragons are real...I saw one before.And I'll prove they exist."
Fawn Ebony Wildrose [6] "Beware of love; it stars so soft and sweet, then turns you to a monster."
Dante Valamere [6] "Now I've seen it all." "Heh, see what I did there?" "Ah! I did it again!"
Susan Williams [4] " Will I ever change?"
Gorrister [3] "We are ONE! We are Legion!"
Lithos Terra [2] "I shall protect the royalty...no matter the costs."
Jaysia Bellamy [1] "Help? Uhm, no thanks."

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Argene Cybele Wildrose ~ Wildrose Residence House in Snowflake City


A young lady with silver hair was standing near the window,admiring the morning scenery,despite the new constructions and rubble cause by the war.She closed her eyes and enjoyed the cool breeze that blew upon her face.She felt the presence of a regular visitor and so opened her eyes before stretching her hand out,allowing a nightingale to perch upon it.

"Hi there,hope you had a lovely evening yesterday!" she cooed out to it.She then listened to the whistling song of the nightingale for a little while before it flew away.She took a look at the sundial in the outside garden and sighed.

"When is she gonna wake up?We have a schedule here." she said to herself,before walking towards a door and pushed it open,revealing a bedroom and a very messy bed,in the middle of it was a younger silver haired girl.Argene walked over and gently roused the girl by patting her shoulder.

"Fae.Wake up.We have a meeting with the King,remember?Get up." Argene said gently but urgently,hoping to get Fawn to wake up.When Argene was sure that Fawn had risen,she walked out and stood by the doorframe.

"Breakfast is ready.Better wake up~" she called out yet again,this time enticing her sister with breakfast. "I gathered some of the greens from the garden you made.I'm sure you want to eat what you grew,don't you?There's bread and fresh strawberry jam ready on the table as well if you want them."

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Susan Williams ~ Snowflake City


It was another day, a beautiful one though. The skies seemed to lack clouds, on appearing every so often to show it's greetings. It was warm, the sunlight beating against the many buildings of Snowflake City; what an odd name. You would expect it to be freezing cold, but this country experience all the seasons, it is indeed a nice place to live. That was why a thief lurked around in this city, it not only had great weather, but riches to be taken. Lucky for her, she has managed to hide her identity, this girl would be Susan Williams.

She walked on the busy stone streets of the city, peeking at the shops every now and then as she ate her breakfast; an apple. Of course she hadn't payed for the apple, she managed to swipe one earlier in the morning when one of the shop keepers were setting up their produce. His apples always seemed to be the best in the city, she really should ask him where he gets them. Taking a bite from the red apple that glistened under the sun, she passed by two men chatting away about some guardians that were to arrive at the kingdom. She had heard much news of them, she didn't like them not one bit. The king would have made sure they were much stronger then his silly soldiers, which meant she had to be careful about who is around when whatever goods she decides to take. Though a challenge would be fun, guards would often get boring after awhile when they did catch her taking something. Susan made sure to cover her attire and face when she was "working". The last thing she would want was to not be able to walk the streets in peace.

Susan had stopped by another produce shop, the shopkeeper here sold delicious carrots and was run by a woman by the name of Mary. She would often drop by to chat with her, she was quite the sweet type and Susan has never really stolen from her due to them having a small friendship; that and Mary was undergoing debt. " Susan! Good morning, I see you bought one of Mr. Norman's apples. I'm surprised you got one, they sell out quickly at times; I guess today is a slow day for him?" she said in concern manner. " I have my ways." she smiled, but it was broken by a small cough. " Now don't get sick on me..." Mary stared at her with her concerned blue eyes. " Just a cough, it takes more then that to get to me." she chuckled, taking another bite from her apple. In fact sickness easily brought her down, she had hope that small cough wouldn't bare signs of her getting another cold.

" Louis! You didn't!"

The yell of happiness came from across the street, it was a woman receiving a silver necklace with a amethyst in it's center. The two embraced another happily, Susan simply stared at the two; envious...
Not of their lover, but of the gift the woman received, she wanted it. ' I wi-' her thought was broken by Mary's interruption . " Oh my, Alice is quite lucky." Susan looked over to her " Was that her husband?" Mary nodded, she had a slight envious look to her as well, but Susan knew it was for the love of a man. She was quite surprised no one had even attempted to propose to Mary, she wasn't plain; that was for sure. She held long curly blond locks and stunning blue eyes, her skin was a bit rough, but it just showed she was a hard working woman. Susan glanced over to her " He must be wealthy to have managed to get such jewelry." she was hoping for Mary to reply on this one, perhaps give her some more information on the couple.

" Their no royals, but he does work in the kingdom as a cook. I can see why they hired him, not many great cooks get the opportunity to cook for the king." ' Probably out of fear they may poison him..' she thought to herself. " Their home though isn't much different to mine though, it's very simple; Alice always liked simple. They live about one street down from mine, so I see them almost every morning."

'Bingo'

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Jea Ledera ~ Rooftop Near The Castle Gates


The brush moved fluidly across the canvas with a skilled hand and genius many don't have the pleasure of seeing. The morning of Winterfall was always a most beautiful time of day to paint...along with it's evenings, noons, twilight, and nights. Jea was a woman going over 60 but not even age could affect her bright smile and natural beauty that flared when her greying brown hair blew in the wind despite the worn wrinkles that riddled her eyes. She'd always love to sit atop her house during the mornings and paint the wonderful scenery that would always emerge. By no means would she ever call herself a famous painter. Life as a painter was indeed a difficult venture, one that brought in little money if they couldn't market themselves to royalty or nobles, and Jea was such a painter. She'd marry a man whom she never loved in the first place to avoid being thrown in the streets, forced to live as a beggar, and give up her aspirations of creating art.

How she survived years living with an ill-drunkard husband she didn't know. Now she just thrived in his death and did her part for the future. No sunset or Winterfall kingdom was on the canvas today though. She had a mission today. Portraits of each entrant that got past the gates to the castle were painted on these canvasses. On one, there was a tall young man with hair that fell down to his cheek, sucking on a piece of candy, an amusing piece indeed, while on another was a blossoming woman with long silver-blond hair that ran down all the way to her back, The Oracle Of Winterfall. Jea took her time with her portrait, making sure every detail was right, hoping deep down she could be sympathetic with Legion.

The time it took to make her face right took it's toll in the next portrait for the taller woman who held a significant tan as it was obviously hasty and not as clearly drawn. It was imperative that she'd get the face right but she was afraid she'd might mess up the details that were right about it. Gorrister told her not to worry about dresses and attire; just to get the face right.


Gorrister ~ Graveyard to Alleyway

It wasn't long before the sunlight attacked the goblin's eyes; forcing him to open them and look to the tombstone in his left and then the one to his right. He cursed himself again and again until his words felt numb and battered. So close. He was so close to ending it all and storming the castle with his followers; to put an end to the rule of kings. By no way was it even Gorrister's fault. How could the soldier have seen the ballista wasn't the problem, the fact that he got skewered by throwing himself in the way for the lineage of nobles and royalty to continue ruling their lives, was truly saddening.

At the time, Gorrister was both angry and wrought with guilt over the outcome that happened, but he managed to stay away that feeling. Keep a calm demeanor until Night arrived, cancelling the attack, and calling for the artist, Jea, to keep track of who goes in and out the castle gates.

The graveyard felt like a proper place to sleep.

It still feels like a proper place but the goblin knew he had to get over this. He had people relying on him and he couldn't afford to mope around the death of an innocent. It wasn't the death of an innocent. He was a soldier. Soldiers die. He lied to himself. He secretly knew that he didn't have to die, that he didn't raise his sword first and tried to cut him too, that he just layed on the floor, in a pool of his own blood. Yet the lie was comforting enough to stand up. Not many people visited graveyards in the morning or at night; but he still took the precaution of getting a cloak.

When he finally get up and stretched his body, he figured out that he was still right on that night, that his drive to pull daring escapes from the guards if they ever saw him, abandoned him then and still abandoned him now. He kept his hood low and looked at the tombstones in the distance. It would be impossible to find the man he inadvertently killed especially since he didn't even know his name and probably wasn't even buried yet. The massive crucifixes that jutted up from the ground mystified him and immediately captured his attention. He pressed his hand up against the cold stone to feel the courseness before pulling back, and turning around. He heaved a sigh and exited the Land of the Dead.

The goblin took his time with his walk, the sorrow slowly whittling away, perhaps maybe he was a little elated with some of his blood flowing again. It would made the task at hand easier; finding the perfect candidate. It has to be someone sane, so that made going to the beggars a little risky. Someone taller then Gorrister himself; which excluded children. No shop-keeps as they don't have the time, and in no way was he going to reward a noble. Someone in a good mood. He was unsure with the people that lay scattered here and there in Snowflake City as they all look like they're in dire need to go somewhere.

Then there was one woman with an ever-so-present smile on her face. Obviously he was taller then the goblin (but then who again wasn't) and her clothing suggested a steady stolen income as it wasn't tattered rags but cloth made for speed. The daggers on her hips didn't dissuade him as he knew with his dirty black cloak; he didn't need to worry about being stabbed and robbed. As she was walking towards him, Gorrister waited, putting his head down until she passed him, before he could walk beside her and ask her a question, a simple question anyone could answer.

"Would you like to fly?"

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Akronea – Snowflake City

It must have been an odd sight for them; an unnaturally active silhouette that appeared with the blinding light of the Great Star. The guards to this supposedly great place known as Snowflake City maintained their positions at one of the many auxiliary entrances and squinted their eyes and peered after the figure that twirled at a distance just far enough away to hide its intimate details. With the shape growing horizontally and shrinking in such an accelerated manner, causing a flicker from the light suddenly being revealed and immediately hidden again. There were five of these guards staring at the strange little thing off in the distance; it wasn't large enough to bother informing an officer, but it was significant enough to warrant their continued attention.

It must have been an odd sight for them; the shape suddenly losing a piece of itself in the direction of the wall. Unfortunately, this strange sight would also be one of the last these curious guards would ever see as the piece arrived at the station just to the right of the entryway and embedded itself deep within the stone wall, severing the hard work of a mason and the bodies of the two men standing in its path. Well, at this point, it would be better to say that the middle section of their bodies had been merged with that of the wall and the rest of them had accompanied them for the ride; the jagged stone of the unidentified object saw that no clean cuts were to be had today. As the three guards looked at the spectacle of their comrades pinned crudely pinned to a wall and on the verge of comforting death, the figure, no longer hidden from inspection by the rays of the sun, began its rapid charge towards its lost appendage. Before any of the guards a top the wall could think to call for immediate aid, the image had scaled the stone, leaving gruesome marks along its path, and revealed that which would claim each of their lives this day, a young woman whose body was covered in stone and no modesty.

It must have been an odd sight for them; whoever was the first to arrive upon hearing the screams and the crumbling of masonry. What would collectively make up five average, male bodies had been scattered around the area as though it were the paint of some eccentric artist, and the stone looked as ragged as that which had endured the brunt of this kingdom's wars. There was no longer a great object lodged into the wall to the left of the soldiers who had arrived at ground level, just a bleeding scar upon the stone and the four good pieces of what made up two men. As for the perpetrator of this brutality, she had hurried past the torn gateway and began hurrying through the backstreets and alleys of this city, with an odd cleaver swinging behind her crudely wrapped in a red-stained cloth. She eventually came to the building that she had seen off in the distance, though it had taken a considerable amount of time since she kept off the busy streets as much as possible, remarkably only destroying two stands and a cart during her one exception. Since she had absolutely no idea where she was relative to anything else, this building with its tower would serve to give her some guidance, and as she set the bringer of the morning's carnage against the wall, she plunged her hands and feet into the building and quickly found herself at the top, in her rightful position.

It was an odd sight for her; a city wrapped in stone and bustling with the activity of people operating upon some system that she had never grasped to any degree. What did catch her attention was the large building a good distance away, the largest one in this place and therefore the location of whoever had control. The inquisitive face shifted as her observations finished, leaving a confident smirk and a set of gleaming eyes. "So that is the place where they will proclaim that Akronea is the dominant one."

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{}Gorrister ~ Snowflake City{}


Gorrister took her words as a yes. As for the question about whether he could make her grow wings, the goblin answered frankly:
"Yes". He said on the dime and paused for a brief moment. "In a way. They could be your wings if only you spare a few moments of your time." In the middle of walking the goblin turned his head to a team of men rebuilding a half-broken house and rolled his eyes at the sight of their unknown shoddiness.

"Oh Gods." Gorrister said with dread as he stopped in his tracks to look with disbelief. Suddenly, he turned around, and started lecturing the one man on the ground on the proper way to build a house.
"First of all, where's the foundation? What're you gonna do when the rain comes and the house dips into the mud? And those support beams are too thin to hold a roof, thin enough to be a toothpick but not a beam, and where's the ceiling? It's like a floor but for the top and that's where the roof sits upon but most importantly where's the metal pole? What're you gonna do during a thunderstorm? Burn and die because the house will be on fire that's what."

He was a young man, perhaps 17, or 18, and he awkwardly shrank back at the small creature badgering him with advice.

The goblin turned back and returned to the woman's side once more after he got it out of his system. "Apologies for the disruption. I can't stand to see such terrible craftsmanship. I have a school so that this kind of horrid work can be avoided. It's actually a bit to the south of here and it's where we can see if you can fly or not." It wasn't a lie. Well, a half truth actually.
"I haven't properly introduced myself, have I?" He cracked a smile and looked up at the woman before walking towards the direction of the "school" once more.
"Gorrister is by far a popular name." The goblin said, clearing his throat, assured his first name wasn't as popular an alias as "The Goblin King" or "King of Legion" or something like that. He was sure she wouldn't know his name because he didn't recognize her as one of Legion. Unless of course he's forgotten a face.

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Jaysia Bellamy ~ Snowflake City

Jaysia trudged along the cobblestone footpath, watching the carriages pass by. She pulled a suitcase in tow, filled with an assortment of items, and gave a sigh from the strain on her arms. As a woman passed by, she gave a disapproving click with her tongue as she glanced at Jaysia's attire. Jaysia narrowed her eyes, and yelled, "Fuck off!" as the woman passed, making her give a slight gasp and running off, while making all the other passersby look at her angrily.

Jaysia rolled her eyes. True, she may not look the most...elegant girl, what with her muddy white tee, ripped jeggings and worn-out boots, not to mention her knotty hair, but that was no reason to be giving out. And then there was of course the dagger in her belt...

Jaysia sighed again. She knew she was being stupid, and was probably just in a bad mood. But she had every right to be! She was tired, hungry and filthy. She could really use a hot bath right now. That woman had no right to be so disapproving. You won't be giving out when I save your ass, Jaysia thought, a smug smile appearing at the corners of her lips. She continued walking along the pavement, her boots echoing for every step she took.

She had ran away two days ago - packed her bag and fled. She actually found the thought quite amusing, as if she was her father, who had also disappeared from her life one day. Now she was seriously regretting running away, though. It had been two whole days and she was already a mess, and had gotten no followers whatsoever. What was she supposed to do? Walk up to someone and say, "I wanna' kill the king, you in?" No, she needed a way to speak to public crowd, without anyone knowing it was her. The problem was she didn't know ho to do that.

Jaysia arrived at a small market stall, and with the last of her change, decided to buy an apple. She thanked the man and left, taking a big chunk into the apple and smiling as she did so. She gave a massive yawn, making her eyes water. She had said she was tired.

"Hello!"
Jaysia glanced up to see a girl around her age, perhaps slightly younger, talking to her. "Um...hi?" Jaysia replied, giving the girl a quizzical look. "I'm Violet. I just saw you wandering along and I thought to myself, "She looks sad, I had better cheer her up!" So here I am, did it work?" Jaysia gave a small laugh.
"No?" she answered, phrasing it like a question. The girl named Violet sighed, "Darn it." Jaysia smiled. "Did your mother not tell you not to speak with strangers?" Violet frowned.
"No," she replied. "Is something wrong with it?" Jaysia grinned. She liked this girl. She reminded her of a little four year old child.

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Argene Cybele Wildrose ~ Wildrose Residence House in Snowflake City


Argene smiled at the 'oh-so-loyal steeds', before walking over and begun to braid her sister's hair. She mentally reached out into the pegasus's mind and gave her a mental pat.

'Seems like you're doing well, Amora. ' she conversed through telepathy, staring at the pegasus's warm, intelligent eyes. A small bray, showing that she was fine, before the chewing ensued. Argene slipped strands of Fawn's hair together into braids.

"Well Fae,since you were in bed for such a long time~" Argene emphasized the last few words with a teasing voice, "We definitely have to ride on them to get to Sunrise Palace in time."

She completed the braid, tied the ends together before stepping back to take a look at her handiwork. Argene nodded approvingly.

"Well, get dressed when you're done eating. Be sure to look your best. It is the King that we're seeking audience with after all." Argene told her sister, before waving around at the house they were in. "I'd like to thank him for giving us a place to stay for the past few years since we'll be meeting him."

Argene walked over to physically pat Amoretta's muzzle and hold onto the apple so that the white pegasus would have an easier time of chewing it.

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Akronea – Snowflake City

After satisfying her desire to gaze at the entirety of the place she would soon refer to as just another part of her domain, Akronea leapt from her perch and landed near where she had begun her climb. Even with the entirety of her armor gone so that she looked like an everyday human with a jagged tail swinging behind her, the impact of her body against the ground sent a ripple of cracks out in a radius of about a foot. Ignoring the shoddy workmanship of her vicinity, she retrieved her cleaver from the wall she entrusted it to and began making her way back through the alleyways that she had take. Even though she had an atrocious learning ability, the Elemental still had a good memory and was able to retrace her steps, including the brief moment in the main streets.

This time however, she was able to avoid causing any property damage, that is, unless you count the clothing of the man she all but trampled. It was unlikely that he would die but when she had burst forth from the darkened passageway the man found an abnormally heavy shoulder breaking a few of his ribs and sending him into the wall on the opposite side. It was a shame really, she hoped during the event to kill the man for his foolishness and disrespect, but his insignificance meant that she wouldn't waste any more time on him than she already had. At this point she was roughly half way to her destination and the scene of her brutality from such a short time ago.

Now, the reason Akronea was leaving was rather simple, though vain. During the dismemberment, the evisceration, the gore, she had found herself covered in not just the blood of the weaklings, but also a fair amount of the disgusting things that she always reviled having inside her as well. She had spent the past couple of days at the neck whose name she couldn't care less about and found the cool water relaxing and fully capable of removing her sulfuric scent; she now sought to remove the stench of human carnage. Other than simple cleaning of the disgust she found herself covered in, the cool water had become a bit of an addiction over the two days she had spent there; she spent most of her time in it and more often than not could be found asleep with most of her body submerged.

Even so, the reason she was backtracking, even though another exit was likely closer, was far less carefree. Since she is fully aware of her incredible lack of subtlety, she knew that the entrance she had used should now find itself restocked and hopefully with even more than the paltry few that were closer to an art project than an actual fight. And as she came out of the last alleyway and into the light of her grand work, she was not left disappointed; while there was certainly more guards to slaughter with ease, Akronea was more excited about the presence of a young girl crouched over some of the splatter. Before any of those who had actually noticed her could take any more than a gasp of air in response, she had launched the great cleaver that had been weighing her down throughout her travels as if it were a javelin. As it struck one of the hapless men in his abdomen and pinned him to the wall, no one was left unaware of her arrival. "I'll be taking a prize away from this massacre." She let her hungry smirk reappear on her face as she stared intently at the young girl and primed her legs for an attack.

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Fawn Wildrose ~ Wildrose residence in Snowflake City

Fawn leaned back slightly as her older sister braided her long hair. She nibbled on her food like a bird, watching Koda. The little owl fluffed up his snowy feathers and hooted at Argene, before flying over onto Amora's back. Argene had practically raised her, she had been young when she was orphaned.

When Argene finshed her hair, she laid her braid over her shoulder as a couple stray hairs fell in her face. Amora chomped on her apple, dropping saliva-coated peices of apple on the counter. Fae wrinkled her nose and went to change again.

She pawed through her clothes, biting her lip. She didn't have many nice clothes, because neither of them needed to look nice often. She took out a sky blue and grassy green blouse, and frowned at a skirt her sister had taken out for her. She hated dresses and skirts, but with a little pout she slipped into a white skirt. She reached out her bedroom window and plucked a sky blue rose. The thorns retracted, as though the rose didn't want to prick her. She stuck the rose in her braid, and went outside to get Amora. Her pegases turned and sniffed her, then blew hot air in her face. With a little smile, Fawn kissed her white mare's snout and hopped on, both legs uncomfortabley over one side. "Come on, Argene!" she called, and Amora pawed at the ground.

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Argene Cybele Wildrose ~ Wildrose Residence


Argene took a small survey at her sister's clothes, as well as the blue rose that she had stuck into her braid. Argene laughed, a warm, ringing voice. She walked over and smoothed out several wrinkles on her sister's clothes.

"You were pawing through your clothes again, Fae. They're so wrinkled. " Argene noticed with a smile, tweaking Fawn's nose playfully. She then walked over to take her crimson-brown cloak and put it on.

Noticing that Amoretta was feeling restless, and Fawn was urging for Argene to go, Argene stepped outside, stuck the both of her index fingers into her mouth and whistled. Argene glanced around the sky expectantly. Sure enough, Zahavah soared down, her horn visible,golden coat and wing plumage shining under the morning sun. She ran towards her faithful companion and glomped her. As if in response, Zahavah released a content bray and rubbed against Argene, a gesture that was returned back to Zahavah.

"Zahavah! We're running a little late, think you and Amora can get us to Sunrise Palace in time? " she asked, handing over sugar cubes that Zahavah crunched on happily before staring at her partner with intelligent eyes and dipped her head. Once Zahavah had given her approval, Argene mounted her faithful steed in the standard riding position, ignoring the fact that she was wearing a dress, at least the cloak made up for it, and nodded at Fawn.

"I'm fairly confident that Amora should be able to catch up in no time. " she said encouragingly to the white pegasus and it's partner. Argene pulled the cloak's hood to cover her face and rubbed Zahavah's neck for a little while.

"Alright. Zahavah,do your thing! " and as soon that was said, Zahavah dugged her hooves into the ground, pushed off and unfurled her golden wings.With several strong flaps that released small, buffeting gusts, they took to the skies, headed straight for the castle.

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Akronea – Snowflake City

With the guards reacting to the scene exactly how you'd expect–aggressive readiness with a slight hint of that mortal fear–the main target of the moment had reacted by first looking towards Akronea and then in every other direction. When she darted down one of the confusing alleyways, the Elemental readjusted her position and launched herself onto the wall of a nearby building instead of at the easy kills in front of her. She scaled the wall with ease and hurried to the opposite side, just in time to see the young woman turn a corner. She lunged across the rooftop gap and began her chase. Using her hands to give her a quick boost, she flung her body in the estimated direction of her prey and, upon landing, put her bare feet to work.

The overly dressed woman wouldn't be able to outmatch her in a test of speed and agility, but if given enough time could easily lose Akronea in the city. Reaching the expected area she looked down to see the girl gasping for air and trying as hard as she could to keep going. The Elemental leapt from the building and landed just behind the noticeably exhausted woman, bearing no sign of fatigue or even the hint of exertion. With the sinister smirk still maintained upon her face, she began carving up the stone walkway with the point of her tail, causing that ghastly scraping sound people are so fond of hating. Any continued resistance would serve as nothing but an annoyance for the being that would prefer nothing more than the cool waters of the lake at this point.

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Nate Willard ~ Streets of Snowflake City


Nate was already awake and out of the Palace into Snowflake City, something his family would disaprove of on a day of such importance like today. He honestly shrugged the whole Guardians matter off, he knew he was expected to be there and he knew he was going to be there. Perhaps he could be fashionably late? No that would not be proper to be fashionably late to an event such as this. 'Ah what shall I do?' Nate thought to himself while passing a few food stands, his stomach rumbled as he passed by a few more stands. "I will eat first, then think." Nate mumbled under his breath.

As he walked in search of food he noticed he had all his weapons equipped on him and he was in his fanciest attire, perhaps he felt insecure? No the Guardians were here to protect him, they were here to protect everyone. But what if someone wanted to assassinate the Guardians? No that's a stupid idea, someone would have to be insanely stupid or insanely strong to even attempt it. Nate shook his head to get the thoughts out before he got a headache from over-thinking things, something he would occasionally do.

He had skipped breakfast for reasons that he himself didn't even know so he passed by a few more stands until one finally drew him in, it was a food stand that sold already cooked meat. The smell of Barbecue, Dried pork and other assorted meats drew him in. "Whoa to what honor do I have?" The man that owned the stall quickly said. "None, I'm hungry and I simply stopped by to get some food. I would like five pieces of dried beef and is that garlic bread? I would like One fourth of a loaf of garlic bread." Nate said stuffing his hand into his pocket. He took out a handful of coins and put them on the wooden stall. "Keep the change." he said taking the Garlic bread and Beef. Nate liked buying from smaller stores instead of buying imported goods from already rich people.

Whilst stuffing his face full of the over-seasoned garlic bread he bumped into the back of someone, he dropped the garlic bread but that didn't matter, he looked up and saw who he bumped into. He had black hair and was a lot older than Nate however he was only about four or five inches taller than him. "Hey watch yourself!" Nate said trying to sound like a brat.

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"Hey watch yourself!" Nate said trying to sound like a brat. Dante then replied, "Tsk, you know I would love to watch me, honestly...", "...Yet knowing that I don't have any sight you might want to do that for yourself next time, just saying." Dante spoke obnoxiously. "Anyway I got places to be, people to amaze, I don't have time to mess with someone like you."

"Now if I could just find my way to the palace then I could be livin' easy."

"How dare you! Likes of me? Who do you think I am? I am Nate Willard! I am royalty in these pa- Wait did you just say you wanted to get to the palace? By any chance are you one of the twelve guardians? Ah I am sorry for my outburst, I could easily show you to the Palace!" Nate said being overly-apologetic. Ordinarily he wouldn't usually just let people into the palace but something was different about Dante, he felt like Dante wouldn't turn around and stab him in the back, literally. He quickly realized Dante would be useful for another reason, Nate realized he found his reason to be late, he quickly thought of a story in his head. 'Oh yes I noticed a few Guardians were missing so I decided to go find those that were missing.' This way he could easily avoid punishment and get some credit.

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#, as written by Deallo
The guardians! So that was who the King was supposed to meet with on this fateful day. What a coward; to have more people to throw in the way of his imminent death. He had heard from word of mouth of his own followers that guardians were subject to strange powers but for now he was grateful that he sent the artist over to sketch all who were past the gates. The paintings would serve useful in pinpointing who they were among the masses. Already he had the upper edge!

Gorrister had a ghost of a frown on his face as she refused to give her name when he introduced his. She may have been cautious and still has that right to be; luckily she either didn't know what his name was or knew it and stood with his values. Leaning towards the first thought, the goblin thought it would be appropriate to answer her concern, if not she'd have probably thought he'd be a liar. "Well, some people use magic, some use imagination-" He said with finger quotes and an obvious sarcasm. "-but I have a much simpler method." Gorrister proclaimed, about to give her his theory as they walked towards one of his headquarters.

"If I were to swing my hand as thus-"The goblin did, flailing one arm side to side as an example. "I could feel the air rush against my hand, arm and fingers. Now if I just get my hand and fan myself as such-" Gorrister did, much like a lady would in the intense heat of summer, for comedic effect. "-I could both feel and hear the air that I'm pushing from my hand with my ear. If you wish, try it for yourself." The goblin paused for a moment to see if she was going to do this for herself and looked around to see their surroundings were poorer and less crowded. They were in the poor district of the town and Gorrister could see one of his headquarters in the distance. There were six in the kingdom of Winterfall, two in snowflake city, four outside the capital, and a newly established area in Teardrop Forest, where multiple traps were employed around it to keep it safe from the curious animals, monstrocities, and curious adventurers.

Now when birds flap their wings, they push the air down, and raise themselves up." He noted as he approached the "school." It was a large building that spanned five stories tall, not jutting out, as oddly enough to the unknown eye in an area like this, all of the buildings spanned three or four stories tall. Almost as if they were intentionally built like that. The "school" looked to be an old homely building made of wood but the only thing that shown it's true nature where the hinges, if someone were to peek at the small gap to the side, would notice they were new, as well as the door itself. The goblin knocked on the door with the back of his hand and waited.
"Who is it?" A woman said from the other side as an eye appeared through the peekhole.
"The eye of the beholder holds the key to freedom." Gorrister said, hands behind his back.
"What're you talking about? Go away!" The woman said at once, sounding infuriated. The goblin waited ten full seconds before he heard the clicks of locks and entered freely inside. The woman inside must have been in her 30's while she showcased a stout body and a motherly bosom, following behind the pair with long black hair strutting behind her. "And this is the lobby." Gorrister said, most likely prolonging The first floor was designed like a bar but instead of drinking, people were looking down at maps, discussing amongst one another, until their heads went up momentarily to greet Gorrister and he passed by them who greeted them back. Noticeably, they all had either a sword or dagger and a crossbow by their sides.

By the time he got to the stairs, a small crowd consisting of four people followed him, the stout woman included, made the walk up claustrophobic.
"Gorrister, the spring loaded crossbows keep melting."
"Sir, there is a shortage of food in the kitchen."
"The smith had his arm broken two days ago, Sir."
"We need more wood and medicine, Gorrister."

The goblin still held face but can feel his pointy ears heat up as he tried to satisfy each problem.
"What's wrong with the springs?" "They keep melting after a few shots." "Melting? Are we still using tin springs?" "They're the cheapest metal we could afford." "Gods! find and use iron, steel, if they can't be found use copper and any other alloy." Then the engineer left.
"Food...food. Check the second resting house on the other side of Snowflake City. They'll most likely have a surplus of food and would be more then willing to share some, Leanne." The stout woman then left.
"John had his arm broken and you didn't tell me sooner? Well, check with Reas, he lives in the brown house with a odd-looking roof, a few houses to the left. Send a doctor over." The middle-aged man nodded and then went back down the stairs.
"Don't worry about wood and medicine. The supplies from Teardrop forest are coming in the afternoon through the new proxy, that general shop owner in the square...Henry or something. Make sure to check-up on John, alright Phillip?" "No problem, Gorrister."

A sigh of relief was released as soon as the doctor left and he looked back up at his guest; rather surprised he hadn't lost her yet. "It get's a little busy here, as you can imagine." He noted as they still climbed up the stairs until they reached the top. The top floor has filled with corriders, which granted the goblin to speak a bit before he could get to his room. "The second and third floor are the classrooms. Feel free to drop by and attend a class if you're interested." They stopped in front of a wooden door, hastily painted in white, and in large capital letters, KNOCK was written on it. Confidently enough, he twisted the handle, and strode confidently in his own room which looked like a modest inn's save except for the copious amounts of paper strewn apart, hanging from walls, the desk, and such with either designs of siege weapons, regular weapons, and buildings on them, or his own personal musings. The only thing that seemed odd in the room was the collection of flasks that were on his desk and the various collection of powders in vials he had received from an alchemist, now put in a stand. "Watch your head." Gorrister joked, referring to the high hanging battering ram from the ceiling that would ram an intruder if he/she tried to burst in his chambers while he was in it or if they used the same door to escape.

"Let's see...I'm pretty sure it's around here somewhere." The goblin said, rummaging through the papers, inventions, and such. "Now, where was I before on this flying subject?"

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Akronea – Snowflake City

The Elemental's eyes narrowed at the sight of the condensing magic and the smirk she had worn most of the day was replaced with a scowl. She would not have to deal with the girl's unwillingness to surrender along with the stench and feel of human soaking into her skin. "I am Akronea of the Blasted Lands and your glowing fingers are nothing in the face of one who has spread desolation across the lands." Her smirk quickly returned as her tail stopped grinding against the stone and rose to a more practical position. "It will be better if you submit now, I'd enjoy having a fight amongst the gore and the slaughter of people who would otherwise be alive. You seem like you wouldn't though."

Even with her offer for an easy surrender had been provided, she bent her knees into a position somewhat similar to that of her mere moments ago, when she was ready to slaughter a new batch of guards. To make her point slightly more poignant, these hapless guards could be heard just beyond the corners leading to the two's location. Her smile flickered for a moment with a more contemplative moment where she considered if soaking herself in more blood would help wash away some of the more ripe coatings of her body.

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{}Dante Valamere ~ Streets of Snowflake City{}

"How dare you! Likes of me? Who do you think I am? I am Nate Willard! I am royalty in these pa- Wait did you just say you wanted to get to the palace? By any chance are you one of the twelve guardians? Ah I am sorry for my outburst, I could easily show you to the Palace!" Nate said being overly-apologetic.

Dante heard the kid's apology and offered Dante to lead him to the palace, hearing this made Dante pleasantly surprised. "Ah finally someone who actually can bring me to the palace!"Dante said with relief, "Not to mention someone who actually shows me some respect!" Then he heard him say about the twelve guardians. "Wait there's eleven other guys!?" Dante acting surprised. "Here I thought I was special." Dante said a bit bummed. "Eh there's nothing wrong with a little competition in fact the message did say there would be more." "Well it was silly of me to think that others would decline such a richly offer from a King!" Dante then turned towards his volunteered guide. "Well alright guy show me to where this palace is but please try and get me in there." "I've had enough of people pointing towards the castle or showing me what it looks like or pleading that they are not even allowed to be near the palace." Dante sighed, "Yeah I've had enough crap for one morning." He said as he placed his and before him, "Well lead the way." Dante spoke giving Nate the signal to lead him.

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Akronea – Snowflake City

Throughout the rather odd moment of the girl's actions, Akronea found herself stumbling upon the words that had been spoken. Clemency? Innocent? Prospect? None of these registered amongst the childish vocabulary of the Elemental, though the general message was still easily understood, and that was where the girl had made her mistake. The beginning had left Akronea satisfied with the girl's submission, though the obvious ramblings of the slow death inherent to all Elementals was rather unnecessary. Unfortunately, after feeling the touch upon her hand, the girl had spouted something that seemed remarkably similar to an order. This would not bode well for the woman clad in white.

The inquisitive face she had worn throughout the one-sided dialogue was not replaced with one of annoyance; she wouldn't stand for those beneath her issuing orders. Since the girl in white had already closed the distance, the next part came quickly. The powerful hand that had tossed aside guard after guard sprang forward and clutched the girl's neck, lifting her into the air. "I will not hear one in submission giving me orders." As she spoke the wicked tail that had been passively moving behind her lifted itself and leveled off to the right of Akronea's head, the ending point mere inches away from the girl's face. "Submit or I mix your blood with that of a thousand men." The echoes of the soon to be slaughtered guards were fast approaching and to ensure that an answer was heard, the powerful hand lessened its grip upon the neck and instead held the girl up by the bottom of her chin.

With her threat clearly heard, her tail added to the intimidation by pressing its very tip against the notch at the base of her throat. So far no blood was drawn but the tip was beginning its slow descent and would tear any obstruction that it was met with. With this the smirk returned to Akronea; she was sure this would be the end of it.

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{}Dante Valamere ~ The Palace Gates{}

Dante followed the person, obviously he must be someone of importance. So it must have been Dante's lucky day to find such a capable guide. As he followed Nate never losing the sound of his voice they came up to what Nate explained as the palace gates. The city was huge and Dante could tell not just by Nate's descriptions but the sounds as well. There were numerous lives in the city, he could hear their footsteps, their voices. If he really wanted to he could hear their heartbeats but that would force him to concentrate on those subtle sounds and then he would unfortunately lose Nate in the crowds. When he arrived at the gates he came across a most ominous smell, blood. He could smelt it was fresh even though it wasn't as strong because of the clean up. Still blood at the palace gates is never good, unless these royal types like to great people with blood on their doorstep, then it would just be perfectly normal in a sense. Nate then called forth a guard to guide him towards the others as Nate spoke.

"Ron!" Nate called out to one of the guards. "Yes!" Ron quickly replied. "Show this man to where the rest of the Guardians are meeting, I have some questions to ask." Nate mumbled, it was still loud enough for people to hear though. "Oh and your going to actually have to direct him."

"Yes behold and recognize the Guardian of Sound, Dante Valamere!" Dante proudly spoke. "Now if you want to hear the rest of my introduction then your going to have to wait until I meet with the others." "Trust me it will be worth seeing." Dante said as he grinned.

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Argene Cybele Wildrose ~ Snowflake City's Alleys


Despite going first, Argene spent more time up in the air observing the damage caused by the way. She watched as Amora flew off with Fawn straight for the castle. Soaring around at a gentle pace,she continued to look around,but making sure to run her eye through the forests. Many of her friends were there. As of now, there didn't seem to be any harm done, Fawn would be delighted to know that. She also felt the presence of Garoo,her pet mongoose roaming the streets. That was when she realized she had completely forgotten about the poor thing, especially since she was in a hurry.

She gave Zahavah instructions to dive down. During the descent, she noticed two figures down an alley. A young woman and a...some kind of...child of abomination. Argene could already smell the pungent odor of blood reeking from the child, as it has it's tail blade close to the woman's throat. She was too far to reach in time, especially if the child decided to slash the woman's throat at the moment, so she relied on Garoo instead, telepathy transmitting her calls. In one quick instant, Garoo dashed over and jumped in between both of them and sank his fangs into the tail. A futile attempt, and through the bonding of their minds, Argene could feel Garoo's teeth jarring and the rusty taste of blood that seemed to be reeking from the child herself, instead of from a wound. The mongoose clutched onto the woman's clothing and stared right at the child, hissing out dangerously.

Argene and Zahavah took the chance and dived in between the two people, hoping to scare the child away, or at least place distance between them. Instead, the child leaped away along with the woman and Garoo. Zahavah cautiously tapped her hooves on the cobblestone ground and brayed softly. Garoo scurried away, barely evading the tail blade and ran towards Argene's outstretched hand, crawling up hastily leaving a few scratches on Argene's arm, before settling on her shoulder. He gave out another threatening hiss.

"I don't know what you are...but I don't want to fight.Let go of the lady and leave." she said firmly,with a small hint of pleading underneath her facade.

Through their telepathic link, Argene could feel Garoo's canines aching and Garoo's dissatisfaction. She sent an apology to him, which the mongoose grudgingly accepted. After that, she cut off their bond, not wanting Garoo's toothache to affect her concentration. She had to be alert if she didn't want to end up dead.

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Akronea – Snowflake City

When a rat suddenly lost any sense it could have ever had and attempted to sink its teeth into the jagged tail still aimed at the woman's throat, Akronea found herself rather annoyed at the sight before her. Not only had the worthless creature interfered with something that was beyond anything it could ever imagine, it was also noticeably lacking in any sort of intelligence, even for a beast. Before she could put an end to the seemingly moronic rodent, it quickly leapt away from her as she found herself having to leap away from something herself as another beast fell from the sky intent on trampling both her and her captive.

With the animal and the girl riding it grounded the one capable of speech became the second of the day to think they could give Akronea a command, regardless of the tone being used. Since she was not willing to accept such a thing from a girl and her pests anymore than from the girl in white, she quickly wrapped an arm around the midsection of her captive and held the squirming girl tightly against her, though one of her arms had escaped the embrace. The hand that still remained free encased itself in a stony skin from the tips of her fingers to her elbow, forming a menacing claw where a human hand once was. "You will leave me to my prize or I will slaughter you along with your beasts."

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{}Dante Valamere ~ Castle Gates{}

"You are the guardian of sound, right?" she asked before going on. "I am Fawn Wildrose, guardian of plants."

The voice called out behind him as Dante turned around. Sure it really wouldn't matter if he turned or not but it was common courtesy even if you are blind. "So you have already hea4rd of me?" Dante said, "I guess choosing this guardian job is already making me famous!" Dante said as he gave a triumphant laugh. "That's right you can call me Dante Valamere and don't you forget it." Dante spoke, "Of course that will soon become difficult at this rate." Dante said as he smirked. "So plants eh?" Dante said as he pondered, "Let me guess you grow plants?" Dante spoke in a snickering manner. Dante could hear other people in the background, whether they are other guardians or not is still to be discovered. He could tell sound travels fast around here, mainly because of the many people that live here. That fact is rather amazing considering the numerous wars this country finds itself embroiled in. Still people need to make a living and what better place than the big city or at least that is what Dante believes. One sound interested him and that was coming from Fawn. Obviously those really can't be her footsteps could they? If they where she must be wearing tap shoes or really heavy. Judging by the sound vibrations off of the clomping it really sounds like hooves. She could be on a horse. "Your on a horse right?" Dante asked wryly.

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Argene Cybele Wildrose ~ Snowflake City


"You will leave me to my prize or I will slaughter you along with your beasts."

As soon as the child-abomination said the word 'beasts', all traces of meekness and hesitation vanished from Argene, only to be replaced by some kind of primal fury. Argene clenched her fists angrily and bared her teeth, revealing sharp canines underneath. As if in response to her anger, Garoo started growling and Zahavah spread her wings far apart and flapped them, stirring up a small whirlwind. Not only that, but even the other animals started gathering around, cats, dogs, rats. Birds appeared and soared above them in flocks, causing shadows to flicker around the ground. Argene released a small threatening growl deep in her throat.

"They're not beasts. You will take that back!" she yelled at the creature furiously. She was bare-handed, she had not taken her weapons along with her. But in her anger, she did not care about those details, merely having her mind fully focused upon saving the woman and making the creature that stood before her take back the words it had said.

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Lithos Terra ~ Snowflake City

"Just as I thought..." Lithos said as Fawn explained, "I will follow you on foot. My element and I are used to the attention. I know where they are, and I will meet you two there. Godspeed, Fawn Wildrose..."

With that, Lithos ran from the castle and summoned a stone pillar from below to send him flying. After a few secondshe summoned a tide of pillars to slide him down to the surface. He began to see more animals running near his feet, but that was the good news. The bad news was a herd of cattle was trampling down his direction. With no other choice, Lithos ran away from them and sent himself flying, again. Lithos summoned a ramp and ran down it and paused. The animalsare secondsnear him and he didn't know where to go. Focusing on his energies, he felt the footsteps of the animals are heading for somewhere near him. In fact, all he had to do was go forward and turn right, which he did after that.

"Finally," Lithos thought, "found them. But what are they facing?"

If Lithos was not mistaken, what he assumes to be Fawn's sister and Hikari were facing a child. Not an ordinary one, but one who seems to bear monstrous features. He had to do something...

"Okay," he asked himself mentally, "what is the best way to distract a monster?"

He stared at his feet and saw scattered pebbles. Focusing on a fairly large one, he focusedon it and sent it flying to the being facing Hikari and Fawn's sister, hoping his distraction would work.