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War in Cedia

War in Cedia

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When a King orders all magic to be destroyed, the people turn to an ancient tree and a druid's vision.

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Introduction

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The Kingdom of Cedia was, at one time, a place of magic.

Not any more.


Once it had welcomed mages and magical creatures with open arms.

This changed the day that the royal caravan was attacked by dragons. King Toralt was horribly scarred by the dragons' fire, his beloved wife Lorinei killed, and their young daughter, the apple of the king's eye, went missing, dragged away in the chaos. Whilst the King recovered much of his former health, he was never the same again.

His first action was to disband the royal order of the dragon, those people bonded with the beasts in service of the King. His next was to begin the hunts for wild creatures of magic. Huge bounties were set to those who brought them back, alive or dead. He put his faith in science and machines of war to protect his people.

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In the fifteen years that followed, the greatest minds of Cedia came up with a way to deal with the magicals that they caught. They developed the 'Aetheric Extractor', a device capable of drawing magical energy out of a magic user, or mythical creature, and converting it into power, allowing them to run their machines without wood or coal, but leaving the subject dead or very near so.

The scientists even began to infuse others with the energy to create abominations that added to the King's ranks.


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A few have managed to escape the hunts however. Within the deep and uncharted woods to the west a small order of druids has taken in those on the run. All kinds of creatures have hidden there, safe from the soldiers and hunters. The grove stood as a haven for those who would suffer horrific experimentation and death at the hands of the King, but they would not be safe forever. Eventually they would be found out.

Unless, it was said, that they were able to break the seal on the Great Tree.

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An enormous oak stood in the centre of the grove, a great stone ring with a locked seal wrapped tightly around its base.
The druids had had visions that only one of royal blood, with the seal's four keys, would be capable of unlocking the ring and releasing an untold surge of natural power back into the world. In doing so, the visions said, the armies of Cedia would fall and nature would reclaim the lands.

So, from the grove a resistance has formed. Find the missing royal, if she still lives, recover the keys, and unlock the seal of the Great Tree.

Meanwhile in the Royal City, a new hunt begins. A false princess has made a bid for power, claiming to be the lost daughter, whilst being no such thing.


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The Court


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King Toralt - Reserved - The King of Cedia, scarred and embittered against the magical folk.


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The Impostor Princess - Reserved - A young woman posing as Toralt's daughter in a bid for power.


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The General - Open - Head of Cedia's military who rules with an iron fist.


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The Hunter - Reserved - One of a group of savages committed to hunting down creatures wherever the find them.

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The Scientist - Reserved- The head of the researchers in magical extraction.


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The Abomination - Open - Once a rebel, turned some dire creation of aether and technology.


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-Experiments
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-Courtiers
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The Grove


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The Head Druid - Reserved - Interpreter of the will of nature.

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The Rebel Leader - Reserved - Organizer of the active rebellion with a grudge against the Cedian forces.


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The Archmage - Reserved - Once a great and influential magic user, now forced into hiding.


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Second in Command - Reserved - The leader's trusted second.


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The Amnesiac - Reserved - Discovered wandering in the woods in recent days, no memory of where she came from.



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-Druids
-Mages
-Mythical Creatures
-Armed rebels
-Forest-Dwellers
-Spies



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  1. wants to see if this function works

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The Grove



The sun had not long risen over the distant hills, though the day for the druids of the Grove had already been underway for some while. Maintaining the wards around the area was nearly full time labour, going out to the edge of the territories and applying the spiralling pictograms in the great tree's sap upon the bark of certain trunks. The magic, like most of that that came from the places of natural power, was a subtle one. It tended to disorient, misdirect, sent those with hostile intent round in a big circle to end up where they began. It wouldn't perhaps stand up to a concerted effort to reach their sanctuary, but it had, up until then, prevented any scouts from the military finding the Grove.

Verdis dipped one slender finger into the clay pot and drew the final symbol onto the side of a twisted yew beside the main path. As he made the last stroke, the glyph seemed to give off a brief, pale blue glow, before it disappeared from sight. There, sealed for another day.

It was a short walk back, and as he crossed over the brow of the hill, the smell of woodsmoke was enough to tell him that some fo the newer inhabitants of The Grove were already busy.

The trees thinned to some degree, allowing in the shallow valley for the tents, huts and buildings to spring up. A small clear area was host to a large camp fire, where a few people were endeavouring to set up for cooking breakfast. He briefly considered going to greet them, but eventually decided against it. Not all of the newer folks were as well sited to early rising as the druids were, and some were, perhaps, not in the best humour at that time of day.

Instead the young man made his way down the hill with the intention of crossing through camp and dealing with some rather more important matters.



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The Royal City

The thunder of heavy unshod hooves rattled over the flattened cobbles of the main roadway in the grey light of the morning. Windows of shops and houses shuddered and wooden signs swung erratically as horses charged through the street at full speed in a close and chaotic group. The heavyset horses snorted and huffed, peering through greasy manes as they and their riders thundered through the castle's gates, near skidding to a bouncing walk just outside the main doors.

Huge men, clad in furs and tarnished armor dropped down from their mounts. They were tall and jagged and unkempt looking, red and blue paint in swirls and lines across their faces and arms.

A well informed observer might have concluded that the pelts and skins they wore were not, in fact, those of mere animals either. A satyr hide on one, the grizzled grey of a werewolf, the glimmer of dragonscale.

If nothing before it had made it clear, it was undeniable there. These were the hunters.

The figure that stepped out ahead of the group stood out. Not out of size, for there were larger men within the crowd. The others still gave them a wide berth however, staying a few steps behind.

The figure was cloaked in an old bearskin, shedding and ragged at the edges, and some sleeveless doeskin arming jacket that had clearly seen better days. The bracers and greaves did not match at all. Everything was ornamented by numerous bits of bones and teeth, and the whole thing was crowned with the skull of a juvenile dragon, horns still intact, placed over the hunter's head and leaving the face obscured from view. Little was visible in the vacant eyesockets as they walked the hallways, past guards and servants.

The serving staff of the castle were not exactly overjoyed at the return of the hunters. As far as most were concerned, these folk were more beast than men. They drank all the wine from the cellars, ate huge amounts of food with no regard to manners, broke things in their fights, and had no kind of respect for rank. Still, The King had made it clear that they were to have what they asked for whilst they were his guests within the Keep, and as such the staff were beholden to whatever whims these savages had.

Soon, the leader in the skull helm strode through the high vaulted doors to the throne room.
The large chamber was dimly lit, with only a few torches, little of the man himself left visible.

The head hunter made it to the steps before dropping to a bow on one knee.
"Your majesty."

A voice issues from the throne up somewhere in the gloom.
"Welcome back, hunter. Do you bring good news? Stand, and tell me."


As she rose to her feet, the dark rider reached up and lifted the helmet from their head, and out tumbled a mane of bright ginger hair. A woman, in her late twenties of early thirties, pale skin marked with red paint, spoke to address her new king.

"The griffin is dead my lord. Some of the men have stayed behind to skin it and take the bones for the apothecars. Two have been injured, one badly, misjudged that the thing had died when we crippled its wings but it was merely stunned, and it-"

"You could not bring it alive?"

The woman shook her head a little wrong-footed.
"No sir. The beasts like that are very difficult to take that way. They're strong, dangerous and unpredictable."

"I've been led to believe that you were the best hunters of all." uttered the voice of the King.
"You disappoint me, Bear. You will go out again and return with a living beast that we can use. Cedians have no use for your hides and bones."

The woman started to grit her teeth within her mouth, but lowered to give a bow once again.
"As you wish, your majesty."

Only a brief stop it appeared.
The hunt has returned, and soon, it would set out once more.

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Character Portrait: Azrael Gable Character Portrait: Dr. Lovette
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The Laboratories, Royal City



Gloved hands fluttered deftly from one side of the panel to the next, pressing buttons, bringing up vitals, hitting the occasional switch here and there. All was turning out as expected so far; the charts displayed a steady decline in readings from the subject, yes, but with every moment, with every inch that the line dove, the gathered magical essence grew in amount. Glancing up from his work, black eyes took in the orb before him for a few moments. Silver had begun to trickle in from the various pipes and wires connected to it, sending wisps dancing and twisting freely about its prison.

Everything was as expected.

Once again, Dr. Lovette turned back to the various readings, and brought up the data of the current captive once again. A lion shifter, this time. A male in his prime, brought down from the forests by one of the Northerners. From what the file had said, he had put up quite the fight; taking down a few with him before getting subdued. A prime candidate for the extraction; not only did these types tend to provide more aether than others, but they tended to hold a larger chance of surviving the initial process.

The withdrawals, however, tended to be...harsher.

Absentmindedly, Madison began to chew on his lip, taking care not to smear the lipstick there as he continued to watch the container glow with the rich essence within it. Monitoring was not necessary at this point- the machines had finished its calculations by now, after all. The only thing that was left was to take care of the little details left after the procedure. After a few more minutes had ticked by, the scientist quickly flicked one more switch, shutting down the flow and sealing off the orb so nothing could escape. A few more moments, careful eyes scanning each pipeline to ascertain that there were no leaks before letting up in their searching.

Taking up his clipboard from a nearby table, Lovette walked out of the room, discarding his gloves in the process. Of course, they had been fairly unnecessary throughout the whole thing, but it was a force of habit that brought him to wear them day-in and day-out. Madison paused for a moment, flicking off the lights- and leaving the room bathed in little more than a pale silvery glow-, and walking out before properly shutting the door behind him.

Now, came the truly hard part; dealing with the subject.



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The Grove


Man said that pride was one of the deadliest sins that one could bear within their heart. That it stemmed to other such sins, other problems, and lead to danger and the downfall of those harboring it. However, was it so wrong to feel this way for the home that had he had known for so long? Inhaling deeply, Azrael gazed out onto the rising Grove, watching as the sun’s rays came to rest upon it. Warming them all.

It was absolute perfection, and it was theirs. A true gift from the Gods.

Releasing the breath he had been holding, the druid stretched his arms out widely, as if embracing the soft light, the air, the world itself. He bidded them all his own good morning, and, with a slight smile upon his face, Azrael bent to pick his walking stick from the ground before turning and making his way back to the village. While he had already finished his duties for the morning, and while the break had certainly been nice, there was always more work that needed to be done. More spells that needed to be cast for the Grove’s protection, more prophecies to be seen, more events to be delegated.

The work of the druids would never be fully done. Until this war was over and the forest could stand for itself could they truly rest.

Tapping his walking stick about the cobblestone walkways, Azrael continued to walk, deciding to make a few rounds now that he had arrived.

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Character Portrait: Mariana Caprea Character Portrait: Delilah Rivers
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The Woods.

To the untrained eye it would appear to just be a bush, a bush with large unattractive brown bulb-like fruit hanging from it's limbs, but to Delilah it was a her reward for traveling so far from camp.
"Yoona Berries!" she exclaimed, before jumping off the boulder she was standing on top of and running towards the group of Yoona bushes - her companion Cadie following close behind.
The berries on the bushes were nearly the size of Delilah's palm, and she couldn't help but smile broadly as she removed the weave basket from her back and began throwing berries inside it.
After several minutes Delilah had a basket of nearly twenty berries, and once she swung the bulging bag over her shoulder she'd begin the journey back home.

"See ya girl!" she'd say to Cadie, who quickly ran ahead of her like always. It never failed that her favorite four-legged friend would run ahead of her to scout things out and then wait until she caught up.
Sure enough Cadie was waiting for her at the halfway point, and after stopping to rest for a few minutes Delilah was back on the path to The Grove.

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The Grove.

It was early in the morning but Delilah and Cadie still ran into some activity when they arrived back home - including a group of pixies who gleefully took a Yoona Berry from her basket.
"Here, I'm sure you're starving." Delilah said to her companion, before dropping a chunk of salted meat from a pocket that hung on the back of her skirt onto the ground. As Cadie chowed down by a campfire Delilah went off to find Mariana. To her knowledge no one had planned to go out for food this morning so she was hoping the berries would be a nice surprise for her dear friend Mari and the others

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The Grove

In the heart of the Grove’s commotion, a woven trellis of flora formed an elegant, arched dome above which the vast branches of a sprawling willow tree rose. Gnarled osage wood entangled itself amongst the graceful bends of fig vines, which in turn were draped about the arcing stalks of willow reeds where they touched the earth. The wispy strands of the willow’s branches were turned the color of dragonfly wings in the early morning light, and swayed in the breeze as softly as a nursemaid’s arms.

And the woman inside the organic hovel, the Mother of Willows herself, was hunched over a map on a table. Her fingers traced lines and curves, moving little stone figures of troops into position and then back as another ambush occurred to her. From the Northeast, she had nothing but old positions from the King’s forces, and nothing but a vague direction they could be heading.

Her sienna brown eyes, shining but well-creased at their corners, crossed toward the window every few minutes, only to be exceedingly disappointed. The night guard would return, eventually, but the crease of her brow furrowed a bit more with every inch that the sun crept into the sky.


 The days of the Grove were numbered, even with Druidic magic to hold the invaders at bay. Time was of the essence, even for one as old as she.

Mariana leaned forward with her elbows on the desk and her head in her hands, and rubbed her temples. The people out there trusted her, counter on her to protect them and their children as she had been unable to protect her own.

A sigh heaved from her chest, and there was the faint creak of bending wood as she sat back upright and resumed her work with the map.

There were no minutes to spare on anxiety.

Her head skewed to one side as the wind shifted to drift through a window, the whispers of the forest carrying news to her Mother. Someone familiar had returned- Delilah was back within the Grove's boundaries, presumably with whatever news she had gathered during her time out of the sanctuary.

Mariana forced a smile onto her face, a tired but genuine gesture, and waved the door to her dwelling open with her hand.

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Character Portrait: Verdis Character Portrait: Azrael Gable Character Portrait: Cleo
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The Grove



Cleo was aware she was awake but had yet to blink open her eyes and completely break the seal of sleep. She reached her arms up above her head to stretch, smiling as the gentle pops and tugs of her joints animated blood flow.

CAW!

The cry startled Cleo into launching into a sitting position so quickly that she went dizzy for a split second and her long, loose hair fell all around her face. A moment later when she had regained her senses, she was already glaring with slitted eyes at the large crow perched at her feet. The crow had seemingly lost interest in capturing her attention and was now preening it’s sleek blue-black feathers. Cleo rolled her eyes at the bird and scrambled to her feet. She slipped into a tunic and leggings, forgoing shoes as per usual before exiting her modest wigwam-esque dwelling of branches and stretched hide. The crow hopped out as well, ascending to rest upon the girl’s shoulder in a few powerful wingbeats.

The sun had only just risen above the horizon, and yet the Grove and it’s inhabitants were already out and about. Cleo felt slightly guilty that she seemed to be one of the last to wake, but she had helped prepare breakfast for everyone the past few days, which just might entitle her to a single morning late? She saw the Druids making their usual cheerful rounds, probably off to do something important. They were always so tranquil, and the sight of them let Cleo’s fretting to rest as she headed towards the large communal fire pit, braiding her hair as she went.

Gratefully accepting her breakfast from a kind Grove-dweller, Cleo snagged a bit of raw meat on her way to sit - keeping a slight distance from those who didn’t take so well to the early time of day. Feeding bits of the meat to her companion, Cleo watched the day begin about her as she ate her breakfast.

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The arrow was nocked and pulled taut against the bowstring, backed by the hundred and twenty pound pull of his recurve, Elliot. This bow was an instrument of war carved from the cold corpse of Mariana's slain child, his body reclaimed from the arrogant hunters who sought to use the branches of his body as a trophy. "Behold the slain child of the rebel leader!" They proclaimed. "Witness the might of our Empire!" They shouted, as they hefted the boy over their heads. An offering to their beliefs. Their King, and the just war he waged in the name of normalcy.

He had fallen onto them as an instrument of her fury, her pain was exorcized through him with every stroke of his blade as he severed the tether that anchored them to the mortal plane. Their agonized cries for mercy, spoken by the youngest members of their group hung in the air unheard. No tales of young children or pregnant wives earned their lives that day. He left promises to their mothers unfulfilled as tears fell from dead eyes, onto the forest below.

He didn't drink from their corpses, as his sanguine desires often demanded. He wanted no part of their body to sustain his immortality. "Let the worms take them and the sun bleach their bones". The Ranger said. "May the smiles of their skulls speak of the joy I wrested from them as they fell to her wrath."

On the eve of this massacre he fashioned Elliot into a weapon, turning the beautiful boy into a beautiful bow of yew, crafted with love and tender care. The boy stayed by his side from that moment onward.

He ensured that his arrows flew true, and that none save him could pull it's immense weight.

The Ranger's gloved fingertips released the arrow, a low 'twang' sounding as the bowstring propelled the deadwood forward, and into the forehead of the other scout, piercing his skull and forcing his eyes back into an eternity of sightlessness. He had been playing a game with the scout for the better part of a day, leading him farther and farther away from the bulk of his forces as he played the part of an injured man. A man desperately trying to escape the scope of a kingscout bow, trailing blood upon each root he fled across.

He had been killing in this area especially, and allowing the pathfinders to continue their search in other areas. It was a ploy to trick the empires armies into thinking they were getting closer to striking at the heart of their resistance, that each arrow in their troops marked a desperate attempt to conceal their position.

The Ranger had been absent from the main camp during this crusade for a few suns, to work directly with his fellow Rangers as they mapped the areas for their ambush, and subsequent skirmish. The supply lines had been stretched during the Empires march, and now was the opportune time to strike.

For now he'd depart this area, and return to the Grove to share his information with Mariana. He covered his tracks well, using the trees when he could, and rocky outcrops as the appeared. He even doubled back, and crossed his own path, adding layers of confusion if anyone (which he doubted) had managed to follow him this far into the forest.

In a few days time, he had returned to the camp, signaling the sentries long before he entered their line of fire. During his journey he had run low on blood, and needed to feed, and he would. Once he had seen Mariana.

The Groves familiar smell, along with the intricately woven fabrics of her place in the middle put his hunger pangs at ease, clearing his mind of the slight haze that had settled around the good sense that kept his more primal natures at bay. On the way in, he passed Delilah, whom he greeted warmly.

"Miss Rivers." He nodded, lowering his hood and face mask, allowing the tresses of his raven black locks to fall free onto his breastplate and cape.

"Mother."

The Ranger knelt before Mariana, a sign of respect, and reverence for his leader. He rose after a few moments, and moved toward the map she had clearly been puzzling over. He removed the glove from his left hand, and his finger rested on the northern part of the map, trailing a slow circle around one part in particular.

"They've moved here, beyond Arias's respite, and well into Madman's March. Their raiding parties have extended beyond what we originally anticipated."

He trailed a larger circle around the original.

"Hunter parties have been seen here, here, and here, operating beyond the armies reach, most of these seem to be freelance, as they don't maintain contact with main army."

"Their slow movement can be attributed to a brief skirmish line we set up here." He tapped behind the original circle he had drawn. "To force them to take their war machines through untamed land."

"Their supply lines have grown thinned with their forced march. I would like to suggest a raid at your earliest convenience Mother."

He bowed.

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The cold that haunted the Lady of the Keep shone brightly in icy eyes, revealing a soul that was just as frozen as any wintertime lake. She stood still in the bustle of scientists, the pale blue of her dress almost allowing her to blend in with the researchers. Almost, but not quite. Large eyes blinked slowly as indifferent ears heard the scream of a tortured shifter, losing the power that sang within his blood. No more would he toss about a lion’s heavy mane, crunch through bone and prowl through forest on catlike paws. The scream cut itself off, became a whimper.

She’d been in these labs often enough to translate.

Please. Please stop. Please let me live

But he would, he’d live a few more days at least, until the magic withdrawal killed him. A torturous last few days… She would think they’d rather die immediately than wait through the tremours and the pain and the final stillness. They didn’t know of these future symptoms, and the scientists did try their best to keep them alive, and maybe this time Madison would succeed.

Or maybe not.

She wondered how many died because they couldn’t live without such an integral part of themselves, because being one with the aether was a way of life. She could say something, point out the correlation between time of death and level of aetheric energy extracted.

But again, maybe not.

The less wild magic in this world, the better.

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The Grove


Waking up blind is an odd thing, going from a dark black unconsciousness to a black consciousness. Often times it could take one a few seconds longer to comprehend that they are actually awake, actually alive. This is especially so when you have memory of possibly being able to see once before. It could cause a brief moment of panic for the person. This was the case for Laoire this morning, or in fact the past three or four mornings. Waking in the middle of the forest as she did and the events there after still haunted her clear as day in her mind, though she was slowly getting used to the fact that she was blind. When she had been brought to the Grove she had been a disheveled panicked mess as she could hear the people and whispers around her. She didn't know where she was other than still being in the forest as the strange whispers of plants informed her.

She was brought to Azrael when she'd first gotten there where she gathered the information that he was the Head Druid. After a long discussion about who she was and what she was doing in the forest, all of which she didn't have very many answers to, the decision was made that Laoire wasn't a threat presently to the Grove. She was placed in the home of an elderly druid woman who was kind enough to her and gave her new clothes since her dress she wore was torn and ragged, but Laoire could sometimes hear the suspicion in her voice. No doubt this woman was asked to keep an eye on her, in fact Laoire was positive that everyone there in the Grove was asked to silently keep an eye on her. She couldn't blame them though, she was a strange woman found in the middle of the woods claiming not to remember a thing in a time of great danger for these people. So she tried her best to be pleasant and kind to the people she met while trying to get some sort of memory back.

"Good morning deary! They should have some food for you this morning out by the fire. Would you like me to lead you out there to get some?" The older woman, Fama, asked as she noticed Laoire awake. The young woman smiled in the direction she had heard the voice and shook her head.

"Thank you Fama, but I think I can manage. I'm starting to remember where things are hear." She said in reply as she slowly made her way out of the little hut. She felt the soft warmth of the sun on her face and she took a deep breath in before the strange whispers began to speak to her, guiding her to the fire where she could find some food. She had yet to tell anyone of the whispers she heard in fear of them thinking she was completely crazy, though she did mention to Asrael when she talked to him of the vision she had of the group that found her. Perhaps that was partially what factored in to him letting her stay there in the Grove.

She retrieved a warm bread like food that was small from a woman by the fire and thanked her before going to find some place to sit. Finding a small stump off by itself in what she assumed was near the middle of the camp, she sat down and ate. She listened to the sounds around her, overhearing random conversations here and there. She hadn't gotten to know anyone extremely well as of yet and so didn't really have anyone to talk to. She was content sitting alone for the moment though, it allowed her to think, to try and remember where she came from even though she knew each time she tried to do the the headaches started and a loud screeching noise started in her head.

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It was obvious enough that the patient had lost far more than just magical essence.

Although it had only been a few hours since Madison had last laid eyes upon the man, the contrast between then and now were enough to make many doubt that the two were the same person. The man of the past had been an ornery thing, struggling to break free from his restraints, snarling at the researchers as they passed, and letting loose streams of insult that were not exactly for the weak of heart to hear. He had been a healthy tan, with eyes bright and rebellious, but now…

Well, not so much.

Madison gave the patient another glance over as he removed a syringe from its container, popping the cap on the needle before reaching to grab a vial from one of the high shelves. The man was as pale as a sheet, now, and watched his captor with the eyes of a cornered animal. No more did he struggle; merely shuddering, flinching away upon catching sight of the needle’s glint. Madison paid him no heed, however, merely concentrating upon the objects within his hands. Carefully, he slid the syringe into the container’s top, extracting what was within once he deemed it deep enough.

The liquid that had replaced the empty space held just as stark of a contrast to the Aether as the patient to his former self. While the essence had been a pale, wispy color, floating freely about its confinement, this was a murky grey. It was undeniably earthly in nature, and, as Madison turned and made his way to the operation table, the man cowered away.

Once again, Dr. Lovette ignored this, and after cleansing a spot of skin and ascertaining that no air bubbles lingered within the container, slid needle into flesh and pushed onto the stopper. Slowly, the liquid began to disappear, and it was only when the last drops had been inserted that Madison drew back and properly disposed of the contaminated syringe. Without looking back, he washed his hands and stepped from the room, making his way down the hall.

As he weaved in and out of the crowd, however, he soon caught sight of a familiar figure standing among the scientists. Craning his neck to make sure, Madison hurried over to the woman and, upon reaching her, pulled both lab coat and cloth beneath into a makeshift curtsy.

“My lady.” Polite. Nothing less of necessary towards someone of such high ranking. Upon rising from the bow, he smiled, brushing off a bit of stray material from the front of his coat. “It’s good to see you again- although I didn’t expect you to come all the way down here. Is there something you need?” Around them, the researchers milled about, many of which took a few curious or awestruck glances in the direction of the princess. Some even loitered, only to be swept away once more by the waves of coworkers.

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The Grove.

A soft and comforting smile was on Delilah's face when she spotted Mariana.
"Good morning dear." she'd say, before dropping the bag of Yoona Berries on a nearby table. "I brought you breakfast, as well as some interesting news from the East."
Delilah had just finished her sentence when in walked Roderic, who greeted Mari and her warmly before bowing down in front of Mariana.
"They've moved here, beyond Arias's respite, and well into Madman's March. Their raiding parties have extended beyond what we originally anticipated."
It was obvious the vampire had quite a bit to say, so Delilah would take a seat in a chair off to the side of Mari and cross her legs as she leaned forward with curiosity.

"Hunter parties have been seen here, here, and here, operating beyond the armies reach, most of these seem to be freelance, as they don't maintain contact with main army. Their slow movement can be attributed to a brief skirmish line we set up here." He tapped behind the original circle he had drawn. "To force them to take their war machines through untamed land. Their supply lines have grown thinned with their forced march. I would like to suggest a raid at your earliest convenience Mother."d

Delilah took in the words that had just been spoken before her for a few moments before speaking up. "They've thinned quite drastically indeed. From what I saw earlier they have 20 guards per group of 100 prisoners. And the vehicles on which they carry parts for the extractor have grown quite ragged. They can't even afford to have scouts along the eastern trade routes, or they're quite awful, since they didn't spot Cadie here robbing their meat cart."
Delilah had grown tired of the chair and stood up to pace a bit instead of sitting. "I had planned to observe them for longer but the numbers were lacking so that I had plenty of time to stock up on these babys!"
It was in her personality to be pleasantly vivacious even amidst serious and morose companions, so it was no surprise that Delilah had a smile on her face as she patted the bag of Yoona Berries.
"Food aside though, a raid on the eastern trade routes could prove a wise idea, or a giant waste of time if we send too many and all we can get is a few barely stocked meat carts, a few guards, and a handful of prisoners."

Delilah was brainstorming out loud, as usual. She thought a raid on the thinned trade routes should occur, and due to her own history she always wanted to do whatever was in her power to free prisoners of the King, but in the back of her mind she didn't want to expend but so many forces to do so. Nevertheless the final say was not hers to make, and at the end of the day she trusted Mari to make a wise decision.

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Mariana’s posture eased with relief at the sight of the Ranger, and the familiar tone of his voice. The rebels needed news, and her faithful companion never failed to deliver it. 



“Mister Montana,” she greeted, glancing up from her work only long enough to note his bow before he began to lay out the enemy position. Her tension eased further as he indicated the success of their previous efforts to drive the army through wild lands, and she pushed her pawns around the map to match the newly ascertained positions. “If they’re already moving into Madman’s March, I’d have to agree about the raid.” 



The Mother glanced toward Delilah as she entered, offering a nod in response to the woman’s chipper greeting and input. 

“They’ve learned well enough not to scavenge in a forest they’ve lost favor with,” she said, tracing lines with her finger from where Montana had cited the army’s reach, and then several more where previous supply caravans had been established. “For a force of their size, not eating anything off of the land, it goes without saying that an effective raid could be devastating.



“And with numbers as thin as you claim, Miss Rivers, they would have no way to rebound. It would force them to retreat and restock.”



She stared down for a long moment, eyeing the various locations that had been laid out for the Hunters, along wit the army’s main force. Hunters, from what she had seen, were a hardier breed— Cutting off supply lines could damage them, but it would hardly force them back for more than a few days.



“If we take a small force around their flank, we can ambush whatever supply lines they have coming from Amarath in the East,” she said, indicating an arch just past where Montana had indicated the army’s movement, “It will drive the main army further into the March, possibly hoping to come out and receive a restock from Hildeberk on the other end, at which point we can intercept them with another ambush from the South, here. If these two forces keep pressure on from both ends, the King’s Army will eventually have to attempt to cross River Armid, where our naiads will be waiting to intercept them. And, if we’re absurdly lucky, we could draw out a Hunter party in the commotion.”

She sat back to stare at the map from a further distance, looking to her companions for further input. "And thank you, Miss Rivers, for breakfast."

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"Doctor Lovette" Eliza smiled and nodded as he addressed her. "I'd finished my own duties and decided to visit. I like spending my time here, seeing the Empire's...progress." she told him, eyes steady, no hint of a lie in her face or voice.

The princess was peculiar, no doubt, claiming to enjoy the atmosphere of the laboratory, choked with aether and more often than not filled with pained sounds of some magical creature losing it's magic. She'd never appeared bothered though, even when most newer scientists found themselves flinching.

"It's just, one of the patrols had returned, and one of them came up with an interesting idea. Do you think, theoretically, of course, no project until my father gives the go ahead, we could extract aether directly from the earth? Rivers and trees, the soil of that thrice damned forest?" she tilted her head innocently, blinking long lashes. "The land itself is lashing out, but without anything to power that life, it wouldn't be able to move, yes?"

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A raid on the Eastern Trade routs could be tactically advantageous. It was work for a small party as was suggested by Mariana's second in her usual jovial tone. He'd pass his opinion on that matter in a moment. He listened to Marianna talk first, running through her stratagem in his minds eye as she spoke. Essentially, she wanted to use a pincer movement. A classic that spanned centuries due to it's simplicity and effectiveness.

"Your strategy is sound Mother." He replied. "I would like to organize a series of small strikes at random placements, to bleed the beast so to speak." "My aim to put them on edge, and instill anxiety in their forces. If their moral suffers further it will effect their performance in battle. Lack of Food and Fear, a pincer of another kind."

"These strikes can extend to the Hunter parties, keeping them busy while we move in the Forest, that is my suggestion." During the course of their discussion, blue veins had stretched up his neck to his jawline, and others crow crawled from the corners of his eyes, seeming to start around the iris.

"Miss Rivers, in regards to the Eastern Trade routs, I can see the worth in sending a small team to raid the line, that being said, I'd propose we exclusively attack wares being sold to the military. Further more, we wouldn't be able to send support to this team during their raids, due to our forces being focused on this assault. I suggest a highly skilled team for that endeavor, but not one that would be too sorely missed on the battlefield."

His eyes lingered on Delilah for a short time, then moved back to Mariana.

"Mother, your thoughts."

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Having grabbed the last of the raw meat from between her fingers, the large crow mildly pecked at Cleo’s hand until she spread her fingers, palm up, to prove there was nothing left. He clicked at her and ruffled his feathers before taking off towards the fringes of thicker forest around the grove.

Cleo munched on her breakfast. It was hard to miss Roderic in all his armor and various weapons enter from the Eastern edge of the forest, back from some crusade or other. As expected, he headed straight for the Mother’s headquarters. Cleo followed him with her eyes until he and the great bow at his back slid through the draping vines to be engulfed by the willow and presumably share the new intel he had gathered.

Cleo sighed and turned to look towards the area of forest the Ranger had entered the Grove from. Sometimes, when the day was clear and bright and the wild young of the Grove ran and played, one might almost forget that there was a war raging. A war that could never escape your mind for too long, because eventually night would fall and mothers would call their children to their sides when they strayed too far, and each attack the King launched against the Magicals was a step closer to exposing their safe haven in his attempt to massacre their people. In the warmth of the morning sun, Cleo shuddered.

Born into this time and life, Cleo knew nothing of true peace. Children grew up quickly in times of war, even this far from the physical fighting. Cleo knew she would one day help in the efforts, and probably that day would be soon. The problem was, she had no idea how. She worked hard and did what she could around the Grove, but her contribution felt so miniscule.

Swallowing her last bite of breakfast, Cleo stood and smoothed her hands down her tunic. This moping was of no use to anyone, and so she set off for the forest on the western perimeter of the Grove - away from where the Ranger had returned from the fighting.

She was thinking of gathering some more of the general plants and herbs that were the most useful when she stepped beyond the first line of dense trees. The sounds of bustle and voices of the Grove began to fall away from the girl's’ ears, replaced by the more muted, soothing sound of the forest. Wind drifted around trunks and rustled bushes. A raccoon leapt from one tree limb to another as it headed towards her, causing nuts to fall and patter against the forest floor. Cleo knelt to pick one up. She placed it in the palm of her hand and stretched her arm out to the masked creature before her.

The raccoon chittered as it took the nut from her and turned it around in it’s nimble paws. Raccoons, being omnivores, usually know where to find many useful things within the forest. Cleo smiled and nodded her thanks, heading off to where it had mentioned she might find a patch of garlic by some yarrow. These plants, and many other herbs, were used for healing, cooking, and various magics. Perhaps she could bring something useful back for the druids to use.

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He was sick of it.

This war. The danger. Each constant threat and consistent hiding. After many years it had begun to become tiresome for the boy, who had wandered this long and had scarcely remained under the radar. If it weren’t for his humanoid form, he probably would have been discovered by now, so even though the mortal look he wore disgusted him, he had no choice but to be in it almost 24-7. It left a fire that burned violently, only to be contained in a small bottle and hidden away in order for him to survive. He had to hide who he was, always and forever, lest he be slaughtered by those hunters... or worse.

But there had been rumors.
Murmurs, from creature to creature, fairy to elf.
Stories and tales of a place of safety. A haven for magical creatures alike, a place of rest.
Like quiet whispers in the wind, kept from every human ear.
Surely they were just rumors, but a dragon’s curiosity and craving for a jewel among rocks never ceased.

The shapeshifter now found himself stalking the forest floor, wandering aimlessly for this so called Grove. It was starting to seem like a pointless endeavor, and the shifter even found himself scowling on occasion. How could he be so foolish as to believe the legends true? He should have known better. In fact, the only creatures he had come across thus far, aside from the occasional bird or squirrel, were groups and camps of those despicable hunters. All they wanted was money, and while he could appreciate a good fortune, even he valued life. He was of course, careful to keep his distance, in the unfortunate event that he would be spotted.

After all, it wasn’t exactly normal for a human boy of his age to be walking around the forest alone.

As he made his way silently through the shrubbery, making nary a sound, Drake was almost at the verge of giving up and doubling back. He hadn't slept a wink all night, and he swore he could hear a dank, dark cave calling his name. However, he couldn’t help but notice something as he rounded a tree. The aura of a magical creature, just past a couple of bushes up ahead. A young girl picking at plants.

One advantage to having energy magic versus the element of fire was being able to identify those around him. Magical creatures had a much more vibrant and enchanting aura, where-as humans and basic fauna had a very bland and dull-colored one.

He was still cautious as he approached, silent, unnoticed. Once close enough, he spoke, keeping his voice down in an attempt to not startle her, or so he hoped.

“You’re not one of them,” the boy noted, stepping into the light of a morning ray between the tree leaves. He looked her over for a moment before his eyes flashed and changed. Now resembling that of a dragon’s, piercing and silver in color, slitted pupils, as the boy revealed he was not human himself and did not intend to hurt her. Though his eyes were intense as they stared her down. He was skeptical, keeping his distance and opting to move around her, rather than draw closer, though he was also curious. His movements were very serpent-like in nature, and ominously silent. Dragons never were short of intimidating, which stayed true with the shifter. “What are you doing out here? It isn’t safe, especially for one so young.” Drake looked her over again.

“You aren’t one of them,” he repeated, “So what are you?”

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“You’re not one of them,” a low voice commented.

Cleo’s hands stilled where she was reaching for more yarrow leaves, and she held in a surprised gasp. That was a voice she did not recognize. As she slowly raised her eyes to see if this stranger may be friend or foe, she kicked herself for being so unaware and not noticing them come so close to her. Her eyes trailed up, and up to meet the piercing silver eyes and slitted pupils of some tall hybrid boy. Reptile, probably. Of course no human could have made it this close to the Grove by themselves.

Standing up with the leaves clutched tightly in her hands she relaxed some, as his calm gaze relayed no malintent. The boy began to circle around her. Cleo followed his gaze with her own pale one, feeling rooted to the spot under his curious scrutiny. She was watching him as well, noticing how quietly and lithely he moved. She couldn’t stop from coming to mind the image of a snake she had once seen as it coiled before striking it’s prey so quickly she could hardly have tracked the movement.

His voice brought her back to the present. “What are you doing out here? It isn’t safe, especially for one so young.” A pause. “You aren’t one of them, so what are you?”

Cleo frowned up at him. As tall as he was, his face did not show the weather of time like the Mother nor did his eyes reflect the secrets of the world like the druids’. And anyways, she was in little danger. She met eyes with a sparrow was in a nearby tree, able to relay a message upon her request, and the thought of a big brown bear coming at her call made her smirk (it was useful acquiring the trust of most every animal she came across).

“I appreciate your concern, but you’ve no need to worry on my behalf. Anyways,” she lifted a hand to brush long strands of hair behind her ear, revealing it’s gently pointed top. “I’m fae. Where have you come from?”

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A fae. Of course. That would explain her slim features and her fancy for plants, such as the ones she held in her small and delicate hands. The boy’s energy powers never failed him. So this girl was, in fact, a magical creature, which brought him one step closer to what he was looking for. She was also out here alone, which made him question whether or not her response of bravery was simply a facade or if she had other means of defense. As far as he could tell, the two of them were alone out here.

He had no idea she had... other friends.

As for her question, the boy found himself slowing to a halt, opting to cease his circling and hold back a smirk. The question the fae girl had proposed was borderline humorous to him, not because it was actually a funny answer, but rather because he had become so desensitized to the fate of his home that it was almost amusing to speak of it now. Almost amusing, but not quite.

He looked up through the holes in the trees, reminiscing a bit as he spoke. What he had to say would likely elicit a response he didn’t really care to see.

“That depends on who you ask,” Drake replied, taking his time to answer, “Some would say hell. That I’m not of this world and am clearly some satanic being or infestation. Others would say a volcano, though they would be rather ignorant to reply with that. However, the true answer to your question is a place that no longer exists.” Another pause as his eyes came down from the trees to meet hers again. They had grown much darker now, hinting of guarded pain, though that pain was buried and hardly noticeable. “The forest - my home, the place I’m from - was burned to ash. Nothing remains but death and decay.”

He let that sink in without any further comment before moving on to his next topic, the whole reason he was here. “I seek a new home. A safe haven of sorts, somewhere protected from those who wish us dead. Perhaps you know of one?”

If the rumors were true, surely she would know. The Grove, they had called it.

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Over near the fire, what had, until moments ago appeared to be a bundle of old clothes discarded by one of the residents, stirred. A ragged sleeve was pulled sluggishly away, unveiling a trail of bright ginger hair spread beneath the figure, and a wide, grey-blue set of eyes that gazed up, half-lidded, at the canopy overhead.

A human among creatures was, perhaps, a little unusual...or at least a non-magical one. However, most of the folk going about their business paid the presence very little mind, stepping around or sometimes over the girl as they carried on with their morning.

Helena had been in the grove for long enough that few people paid her much mind. The druids had vouched for the reliability of the girl and they had no reason not to be sincere.

Besides, she was not what one would call threatening.

After a good few minutes of staring at the sky and the leaves, the young woman clumsily pushed herself up into a sitting position, and endeavoured to try and clear some of the fronds of ginger out of her vision. She was not entirely sure how she had gotten there.

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Mariana watched the Ranger as he spoke, noting the spread of dark veins across his features but saying nothing. She had worked with Roderic long enough to trust he could manage his hunger.



She would be as brief as possible. 



“The pincer on the army will be effective at veering them from their course, and I suggest we execute it as soon as possible,” she said, noting the proximity of their position to the Grove, “They’re a only moon’s march from finding our position on their current route, though I doubt that they know that. If we were to take two small, light forces, though, we could come up along the game migration trails, here—“ she gestured to a line marked in pale green on her maps, “and here, and reach them within the week. The naiads will need a slightly longer time to migrate upstream and into position, but they should reach the crossing in time to intercept whatever our forces manage to drive to the banks.”



At the mention of raiding the trade routes, her face turned down into a purse-lipped frown. She was not displeased by the idea, but the risks were troublesome: Leaving a force without support in a time of possible need was reckless, but failing to intercept military supply shipments could very well undermine their tactics in Madman’s March. 

“I agree that this would be an opportune time to raid the trade routes, but as Mister Montana has proposed, we should only spare forces to strike those selling to the army. I worry about a force we cannot provide support for, so we will only send though who will not need it.



“The trade route unit will be assembled exclusively of shifters, dryads, and fae with a knack for camouflage. If they fail, they can disappear to lick their wounds until we can spare support to rescue them. As for the pincer forces, I trust that Miss Rivers will be able to assemble two adequate teams to leave tomorrow evening.”

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The Grove.

Delilah listened as Roderic and Mariana discussed strategies. She was still eating one of her Yoona Berries and as Mariana began spoke up again she'd actually cough a bit from a seed at the heart of the berry make it's way down her throat.
"The pincer on the army will be effective at veering them from their course, and I suggest we execute it as soon as possible. They’re a only moon’s march from finding our position on their current route, though I doubt that they know that. If we were to take two small, light forces, though, we could come up along the game migration trails, here—“ she gestured to a line marked in pale green on her maps, “and here, and reach them within the week. The naiads will need a slightly longer time to migrate upstream and into position, but they should reach the crossing in time to intercept whatever our forces manage to drive to the banks.”

Delilah was so focused on what her friend was saying that she'd nearly bite into her finger - the Yoona Berry completely gone.

"The trade route unit will be assembled exclusively of shifters, dryads, and fae with a knack for camouflage. If they fail, they can disappear to lick their wounds until we can spare support to rescue them. As for the pincer forces, I trust that Miss Rivers will be able to assemble two adequate teams to leave tomorrow evening."
She would nod towards Mari before standing and stretching her arms above her head.
"Indeed you can, I already know who I'm going to recruit. If you need me hun I'll be by the fire. Roderic..." Delilah would nod towards the Ranger to acknowledge him before making her way towards the fire, where she hoped to spot Verdis out and about.

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Cleo watched as the boy halted his circular pacing, looked up through the canopy of leaves, and began to recount his story.

“That depends on who you ask.” He spoke slowly, and she listened intently. “Some would say hell. That I’m not of this world and am clearly some satanic being or infestation. Others would say a volcano, though they would be rather ignorant to reply with that. However, the true answer to your question is a place that no longer exists.”

Only humans would say such cruel things, she thought, frowning deeply. Although Cleo had never strayed far from the Grove, she heard the tales. The tales of humans and their monstrosity, their viciousness in attempt to massacre the people who held the natural power that they could not. She heard the tales and remembered those who fought and did not come home. But now his eyes came back to hers and they were filled with anger, and some pain. “The forest - my home, the place I’m from - was burned to ash. Nothing remains but death and decay. I seek a new home. A safe haven of sorts, somewhere protected from those who wish us dead. Perhaps you know of one?”

“My condolences for your immeasurable loss,” Cleo said without pity, but empathy. She gently folded her leaves and placed them in the pouch about her waist with the others she had gathered earlier. The short fae looked back up at the tall boy before her. “However,” she said with a small, encouraging smile. “You are indeed lucky we have crossed paths today. The Grove would welcome you. Follow me.” She turned and her initial steps were slow, looking over her shoulder at first to make sure the boy would follow.

Funny, she thought genially, how I am escort to him.

“By the by, my name is Cleo.”

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Drake lifted a hand at Cleo’s mention of condolence, closing his eyes and dismissing her empathy rather quickly. “No need for that. I was very young... And besides, it’s in the past now,” he replied calmly. It was the humans who bothered him most, admittedly. Their craving for destruction as well as their ignorance to the life around them was something to be despised. That forest had more than his kind in it. There were trees and fauna, and they were killed in the blazing fire of murder as well. Homes and wildlife destroyed, and simply for the eradication of his species alone. It was nothing short of monstrous.

The boy’s eyes opened in surprise as the small fae girl continued to speak. So he was right. The Grove was real, and this girl seemed awfully willing to take him there. He was a little surprised at how easy that had been, actually. Perhaps even a little too easy.

Drake made a note to offer his assistance in guarding the Grove’s secret in the future. Perhaps he would accompany the fae girl from here on out. Keep an eye on her.

“Cleo?” he repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue. Memorizing it.
“Pleasure meeting you. My full name’s a bit of a mouthful. You can call me Drake.”

Drake Coleman.
His human name.
He had grown quite accustomed to it over the years and even became rather fond of it recently.

The boy followed suit, keeping his distance a bit as he still wasn’t sure if she was trustworthy yet. There was always the possibility that this was a trap, after all, and he wasn’t going to drop his guard now after coming all this way. Drake peered at the small girl with some degree of curiosity, however. She seemed rather young. Not quite as young as Kyle had been, but young nonetheless. “If you don’t mind me asking… How old are you?”

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Fendrel

"Me and you are both dead so where's the logic in living."

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Cleo

"Humans are the real beasts."

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"Trees bow against the cold north wind."

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Delilah Rivers

Second in Command of the Rebels.

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The Forest doesn't descriminate. Your bodies will not go to waste.

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"We look after our own."

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"Me and you are both dead so where's the logic in living."

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Delilah Rivers

Second in Command of the Rebels.

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Mariana Caprea

"We look after our own."

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Dr. Lovette

"Necessity is the mother of invention."

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Red Bear

"Trees bow against the cold north wind."

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Cleo

"Humans are the real beasts."

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The Ranger

The Forest doesn't descriminate. Your bodies will not go to waste.

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"Nature always finds a way to survive."

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The Forest doesn't descriminate. Your bodies will not go to waste.

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"Nature is life, and life cannot be halted."

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"Humans are the real beasts."


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Hi, I'm really sorry for dropping off the face of the internet for, like, a week. School has totally been whipping my ass.

On another note, I was thinking Cleo would bring Drake to one of the druids or the Mother. So, @VitaminHeart, @MissEcho, @scoundrelboots ?
If anyone in particular wants to jump into our exchange, please tell us where your character will be so we know where to find them when we get back to the Grove! (@scound and co., I know you guys are still in the Mother's HQ)

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Hey, i just wanted to let you guys know that I'm still here, and I will be posting this weekend!!!

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Woo, got my first post up! Look forward to reading more post from everyone <3

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K, so, first post is up. I think there are still one or two sheets still to come in, but the rest of your are good to go. =)

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Hope to get a first post up tonight! :D

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Can't wait to start this RP, it's going to be a ton of fun!! xD

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You most definitely can, go ahead. :D

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Is there any possibility of me being able to reserve a prisoner from the court? Thanks if so!

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Awesome, look forward to seeing it.

Loving the characters so far everybody!

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Alright then please reserve the Amnesiac for me ^_^! I'll try and have her character sheet up tonight, no later than tomorrow.

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Jeggy - That sound fine,. Powers and such are covered in the profile so if you submit that I can always let you know if there's anything that need tweaking. =)


SarcasticZombie - The role's open if you want it! Happy to reserve it for you. And in this case you can decide whether the character has powers or not. A bit of a blank slate at this point.

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Hi there! So I'm thinking of reserving the Amnesiac, though I have a few questions. Is there anything specific about her that you'd want me to add? Also is she a magic user? If all else fails I may want to make a druid or something, but the Amnesiac intrigues me haha.

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This RP sounds like it's gonna be awesome! Could I make up a character for a forest-dweller with some magical abilities? How much info would you like before I submit a character, or should I just go ahead and do that if you give me the say-so?

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Role is yours. =)

Good to see you again!

And that's fine, the roles are just kind of loose and I encourage people to come up with their own ideas.

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Hey Vitamin,
May I reserve an armed rebel. That's the technical role although I' thinking of making him more of a mythical creature vigilante loosely aligned with the rebels.

(P.S. look forward to being in one of your roleplays again. :) )

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Reserved for you! =)


Looks like I better add a few more spots.

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I would like to reserve the Archmage please. :)

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Sounds great!

Look for ward to seeing it. Will drop a reserve on the role for you.



Note to all actually, a few of the reserves are provisional as some RPers are interested but still settling on their ideas, so if you're desperate for a role that's occupied, do say so.

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Hey there VH.
I'd love to reserve the role of second in command to the rebel leader. I know I'd wanna make it a female who's a mythical creature but I'm not sure of a FC yet. However I can have one selected, and turn in my CS, tomorrow. =)

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