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Aaron Hartocoh

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a character in “You Are Hearby Invited...”, as played by Myfootlesscow9

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Name: Aaron Hartoch

Age: 21

Gender:Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Aaron is tan. With a dark chocolate brown head of hair. Aaron is 6'2, broad shoulders with a confident stance and demeanor. His clothes consist of a warm palette. You'll see him wearing a green tunic type thick shirt that slims along his torso with his sleeves fanning outward. Underneath he wears a black compression long sleeve shirt. For his pants, he wears loose cut fabric trousers. The loose material helps with his agility. He doesn't carry any visible weapons. However due to his abilities he can make them out of nature.

Equipment: Other than the clothes on his back, he carries a back pack on his person. The contents of said backpack is often a mystery as he is rarely seen taking things out of it. Those few who have seen objects being taken out have noted powders, wood, and plants are some of the contents within the backpack.

Abilities:(For those with magical affinity) Aaron does have a rather new ability. One he took on rather quickly. He is able to control nature with ease. With his new ability, Aaron has been a new threat. So much that he was kicked out of his previous town as he was seen as a menace to their society. It was then where Aaron found himself immersed in the woods. That was when he began to really develop his abilities and to this day he still finds new ways to manipulate his surroundings.

Personality: Aaron's personality is rather serious. Very cautious and reserved. Of course his personality now is a product of his upbringing. Before Aaron grew to the man he is today, he was a very happy boy. You would never see him without a smile, and people with go to him and feel at ease. That changed from the day Aaron was "gifted" with his abilities. Whether it was genetic or a freak accident, Aaron's life changed as he came to find out that the people he once considered friends and family, turned around and shunned him. Leading him to a path of obscurity. Of course this traumatic experience shifted the way Aaron saw the outlook of his life. He soon began to resent anyone who he once knew. A town hero turned loner outcast. Aaron deep down knows he still longs for acceptance.

Likes: Despite his past, Aaron still finds himself enjoying some of the same things he enjoyed. Some being chess, ramen, and hot saunas. Chess clears his mind as he enjoys a good puzzle. Ramen being his comfort food. He'll never turn down a nice bowl. Hot saunas are good for his skin, and is very relaxing.

Dislikes: He tends to avoid fire as he has had experienced where he was chanced out of a place with fire. He tends to stay clear of people with the fire affinity. Though it's not impossible for him to befriend them, he just doesn't go out of his way. Other than fire, Aaron doesn't really dislike anything. He's pretty open minded and tries to see the good in things even though he knows that's his weaknesses. In order to counter balance that, he comes off as aloof or indifferent.

Background: Aaron had a difficult background. Difficult upbringing. He thinks of his new found abilities as a blessing and a curse. His abilities have caused Aaron to evolve into a better person, however his resentment with how it happened really makes him wish he never had the abilities in the first place. After being forced out of his hometown and finding himself in the forest, Aaron has focused most of his time on travels. He does a lot of freelance work and tries to find clients that find the supernatural a useful society. Most of his recent work consist of constriction by manipulating wood into buildings. He helps with a lot of farmers as well as he is able to teach them ways to effectively grow their crops to their maximum potential. He now spends his time living in a small town outside of the big city. He often avoids spending time in the city as there isn't a lot of plant life there. If he's contracted there though, he isn't opposed. He's staying in a very small inn outside of the city useful for travelers in the like. He's been there quite some time now as there are a lot of jobs in the area. His life will soon change however, as he finds a letter addressed to him.

How well do you handle stress?: Aaron is very level minded. Even in situations where he is under stress, Aaron can keep calm. It's something he has had to work on since he was younger.

So begins...

Aaron Hartocoh's Story

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Character Portrait: Betan Allwingson Character Portrait: Aeron Tanner Character Portrait: Skolr Iron-Heart Character Portrait: Bastion Trent Character Portrait: Aaron Hartocoh

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As soon as he came to the table, Betan noticed the man come from underneath the table. The knight dragged him out fully harshly and held a flame the size of the his palm to the man's face. "Who in the seven hells are you, and why were you under the table." Betan glared daggers at the tanned man. He honestly didn't care what he looked like, only the reasoning. He held the cross guard of his sword with his left hand, putting his foot in the man's lap as to hold him down, with both of his hands occupied. He drew his sword, placing it upon the man's throat. The sixteen year old had a very serious look in his sapphire eyes. His blonde hair fell in front of his eyes. He bit his lip, "I asked you a question." The knight was stern. The metallic plates of his armour clanged upon each other as he moved.

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Character Portrait: Betan Allwingson Character Portrait: Aeron Tanner Character Portrait: Skolr Iron-Heart Character Portrait: Bastion Trent Character Portrait: The Baron Character Portrait: Aaron Hartocoh

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It didn't take long for Aaron to become a target. Instantly, the blonde hair boy rushed towards Aaron and to his surprise, the boy managed to pick him up without much straight. He was definitely stronger than he appeared. His messy hair covering parts of his face. Noting the sudden anger in his voice. As he was held, the boy conjured fire out of his hand making a fist with it. So that's how it's going to be. Soon after his Aaron processed his question. "Who in the seven hells are you, and why are you under the table?!" It would appear the boy didn't know who he was. Eliminating the chances of them, or at least him, being his captures. Perhaps this is some sort of test Aaron had to figure out. Not realizing that Aaron hasn't answered the boys question, the boy further angered grabbed his sword and pinned it on Aaron's neck. Noticing the small details in his armor making noises as he moved. Now with an even more serious look, the boy spoke. "I asked you a question". At this point Aaron could tell that this boy wouldn't go down easy if there were to be a fight. However it was very obvious that this boy was rather brash. Rushing into a situation without much thought. Admirable. But very irresponsible. Aaron had to defend himself. Free himself from his grasp.

Aaron noticed a big window with some greenery on the other side. It appears Aaron may have a way out of this. Looking back at the boy, meeting his hard look Aaron answered. "You know kid, it's quite rude to attack someone without having a motive." After his words left his lips, Aaron channeled his ability. Having been in similar situations in the past, he wasn't a stranger to his current position. He used the plant life outside of the window bringing it forth, shattering the window into pieces. Aaron released a flurry of sharp, fast moving branches towards him and the boy. Avoiding both of them of course, as he only needs to free himself. Seeing an opportunity, Aaron was able to free himself from the boys grasp and get away. Aaron stood underneath a doorway now looking at the mess he'd been provoked to make. Taking a moment, Aaron didn't notice his surroundings fully. He was standing in a beautifully decorated dining area. The wood panels complemented the decor perfectly. Going back to the commotion, Aaron stared back at the strange group of people. "Now, as for who I am. All you need to know is I'm not here to harm any of you. In fact I was captured and brought here" He spoke eloquently. He saw some of the looks on a few of them and could tell that they shared a similar fate. Aaron shifted his focus to the boy that had threatened him moments ago. "I will say, my intentions weren't to hurt you. I hope you understand. I was simply defending myself. Aaron could tell this wasn't going to be easy. The current group standing in this room all shared something. Otherwise why would they be here. Having everyone cooperate will probably prove to be a challenge.

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Character Portrait: Betan Allwingson Character Portrait: Aeron Tanner Character Portrait: Skolr Iron-Heart Character Portrait: Bastion Trent Character Portrait: Aaron Hartocoh

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Betan sighed. Burning a way out of the foliage. He coughed and took six small tablets dry, wipping a bit of blood from the side of his mouth. He slumped down in a random chair and folded his arms. Hormones were a big problem for the adolescent, who had a mild conduct disorder. He hated being called a kid, when he was clearly taller than many adults in this day and age. He didn't care what the man said. He was called a deciever for a reason. His subconscious was screaming at him to mention this annoying stagnant smell of blood and the hedge maze, but Betan no longer felt the need to talk, or rather he couldn't. The pale boy was more bothered on focusing on trying to get his blood circulating his body again. 'Simply defending himself? Don't make me laugh, those weeds could have killed me. ' Betan thought. The pills he had taken started to take affect and his blood regauned its normal track.

He put his folded arms on the table and put his head into them. The annoyin smell of blood became more apparent as he lowered his head. He might as well have been alone, it didn't matter to him. He closed his eyes and tuned his hearing out, relying on his sense of smell. There was a lot of fresh blood in this room. From every corner it seemed. Something wasn't right.

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Character Portrait: Betan Allwingson Character Portrait: Aeron Tanner Character Portrait: Skolr Iron-Heart Character Portrait: Bastion Trent Character Portrait: Aaron Hartocoh

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Bastion was finally beginning to feel full. It had taken some great effort on his part, consuming several pastries and cheeses as well as what he imagined to be an entire trifle. A few tougher pieces like the cured meats had found their way into on of his many many pockets and gave an almost childish smile to Aeron when he spotting her doing the same. He also got quite excited when the bull-headed knight brought in some book, some of which he stashed evenly around his robes- children's books were a rarity where he came from and he did love to hear new stories. He started reading Black Beauty and so absorbed in the tale he barely noticed the presence of a new fellow captive. In fact, apart from the inconvenience of being dragged here against his will Bastion was having a fine old time. New books, good food and the great ability to conveniently distract himself that this quiet couldn't last very long. As he flipped through the pages of this wondrous short tale about a horse- an animal he'd only seen in pictures- he mused that this was possible the best party he'd ever been to.

"Whoever our would-be host is, it seems they play party to being fashionable late" he said to no-one in particular as he closed the hardback.

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Character Portrait: Betan Allwingson Character Portrait: Aeron Tanner Character Portrait: Skolr Iron-Heart Character Portrait: Bastion Trent Character Portrait: Aaron Hartocoh

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At being told- nay, ordered, to be less negative, first widen in surprise, and then narrow in annoyance. She hadn't been sure before, hidden as he was within his armour, but internally his constant swithering between attempting to be charming in one moment, to being rude and abrasive the next makes her knock her mental estimate of his age down by almost half a decade. It takes a focused application of her self control, but she manages to keep her teeth clenched over any of the hundred retorts that spring to her tongue, begging to be loosed upon this near child. This lordling- yet another entitled brat, with training and tutorage to spare, and no experience of the world as it was lived by everyone else...

Her foul mood is not improved by being dismissed as a 'nameless pauper', either, and it is only the seemingly offhand comment by Sklor that makes her expression anything but murderous, her eyes tracking the knight errant as he stormed off into the garden with nary a word. A deep, dark, bitter part of her wishes blood upon him in that moment. Not enough to maim, or even to seriously hurt- after all, given what might be to come, having a strong sword arm on their side would doubtless very useful- but enough to knock some of the unbearable arrogance out of him...

It's not more than a handful for moments later, it seems, that her prayers are answered. A movement in the corner of her eye pulls her attention round to the seat that had been empty, and the man who now sat there, her body tensing as her instincts readied her to flee...

And then the boy returned- all rage and flame and bravado- only, to be attacked, it seemed, by the plantlife itself.

In another world, Aeron might have been brave and nonplussed as the greenery crashed through the panes of glass as easily as they might through air.... but it was not to be. Not in this world. No, in this world, she had held her ground as the newcomer was grabbed and lifted, but the first sign of offensive magic sees her burst into motion as though she'd been spring-loaded. It takes only a heartbeat, a glance behind at the falling glass and reaching vines, and she pushes herself to her feet, standing on the chair rather than the floor beneath, and with light, dexterous footsteps makes it across the great table in a few bounds, putting the large, heavy furniture between herself, and whatever might happen next.

Which was, apparently, diplomacy. Aeron listens through the wild thunder of her own heartbeat as the newcomer attempts to dismiss his actions- watches as the knight stalks to the other end of the table...

And sees blood.

Something within Aeron tenses then, and though she moves to take an empty seat on this side of the table without a word to indicate what she'd seen, she nevertheless shuffles the information into her mental index. If the wizard (for what else could he be) had indeed meant no harm- then where had the blood come from? From the time he was outside, or...? The thief frowns, one hand reaching out to snag a small tart as she does so. Nothing about this felt right. Nothing at all.

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Character Portrait: Betan Allwingson Character Portrait: Aeron Tanner Character Portrait: Skolr Iron-Heart Character Portrait: Bastion Trent Character Portrait: Aaron Hartocoh

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Betan managed to get his blood circulation swiftly moving again. The stop of his heart simply happened at the sudden movement of large things coming hurdling towards him. He was just lucky it wasn't water, unless he wanted to be burned and his heart stopping permanently. He looked up, annoyed at the stagnant smell. It was getting to him. He reached onto his back, where his heater sheild lay. He lifted the heavy chunk of metal off his back and started rummaging through several hidden pockets in the shield. He took out a small metal needle and a piece of parchment, though the both sides were covered in white chalk chalk.He then heated the needle and started writing with it on the parchment. A message he hoped to send to the current lord of this land. A sisimple letter explaining the situation of what is happening. The needle made no scratching sound, but rather a soft waving sound. He repeated the message in the four most prominent languages of the area, as a precaution. It was a cloudless day, as if his Gods had given him their blessing. He laid them down, and looked at the man, tgat was entices with a children's book. He took several deep breaths and smirked, though his discomfort was ominent on his face, showing as clear as the full moon on a cloudless night. He shook his heart problems off as quick as a hawk can fly in the winds. He leaned back in his chair, yawning out of boredom. Upon looking at the ceiling, Betan just knew something was up there. He didn't know how, except he had a gut feeling. And as a know knight that has undergone countless assassination mission and attemps from people, he knew to always trust it.

The boy had a heart that was not his from birh, and heard the obnoxious ticking of the replacement mechanical parts if it. His heart was almost- in fact it was- a clockwork. Tick tock... Tick tock... Tick tock... It was quite for most to ignore it, but if you listened carefully, almost anyone could hear it. He groaned, he hadn't had any sleep for the past, two days or something. He tried closing his eyes but it didn't work... "Bastoin,It normal behaviour for someone of his 'class', especially when the majority of his guests are poirer than him."

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Character Portrait: Betan Allwingson Character Portrait: Aeron Tanner Character Portrait: Skolr Iron-Heart Character Portrait: Bastion Trent Character Portrait: The Baron Character Portrait: Aaron Hartocoh

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Aaron continued to stare at the mess that had gone on. Noting the people among him. The blonde boy sat back down crossed armed with his head down. As he sat down, he retorted Simply defending himself? Don't make me laugh, those weeds could have killed me. Throwing Aaron off at how casual he was with it. Aaron's intentions where purely to free himself from his fiery grasp. Aaron didn't know them. He didn't know his intentions. Did I over react? Over analyze the situation? He trailed off. Later to be interrupted by the robed guy who just kept eating while all this went on. There was something off going on with him. He was way too calm for this. He didn't trust that.

Aaron's attention shifted to the only girl in the room. She looked pale. Almost as if she was the one affected by the little tiff earlier. She was shaken as if she'd seen something so out of this world. Perhaps this was the first time she's seen magic being used. Following her gaze, Aaron say that she was looking at the blonde boy in horror. Aaron say that he actually drew some blood from their interaction earlier. It noticeably looked as if it didn't settle with her well. Further adding to her shaken behavior. Aaron felt for her. It may seems as if the person responsible for this brought in innocent people in this game. Of course it's too soon to get an accurate reading from this. After all, this was their first impression of Aaron and looking around it didn't seem like it started off well. Aaron felt uncomfortable. There was still a dark presence looming around the area. Much to his surprise, it wasn't coming from the robed fellow with a rather odd affinity towards children's books. Action needed to be made, and just sitting here staring at each other like idiots wasn't going to help our current situation.

With a deep breath in, Aaron spoke out. "I will repeat myself and say I do apologize for my recent behavior. It appears as if I over reacted," he began eyeing everyone in the room. "It's becoming clear that most of you aren't any threat to me. After all, judging by your behavior it seems like we are all in very similar circumstances." He walked over to the table again, clearing some of the debris and plopped down on the chair. Aaron reached for his back pack. He rummaged through a few things and grabbed out a small vile holding a cream. Facing the blonde hair boy he began to say "Look, I our first impression of each other didn't go very well, but I did mean it when I said I wasn't here to hurt you. He tossed the vile within reach of the blond boy. "The cream in that vile will fix the wounds I have done to you. I would understand if you choose to not trust the substance in the vial." Aaron spoke as he shifted his attention to the female across from him. Judging from her body language she seemed slightly less tense than before. Aaron could still tell a slight hesitant nature. He smiled at her reassuring her that Aaron wasn't there to harm anyone. At least, without reason.

Aaron shifted his attention to the robed man and burly man in the room. The robed man still looked indifferent to his environment. Making Aaron very uncomfortable by his nature. He's never quite encountered someone like him. It almost intrigued Aaron a bit. Perhaps learning more from him wouldn't be such a bad idea. Aaron still didn't have the slightest of idea of what was going on. He spoke up saying "We should get moving. We should explore this place for more information as to why we are here in the first place," He began as he got up from the table. "I'd like to start moving forward if everyone is okay with it. It's probably best we don't stay here for too long. I'm sure I'm not the only one that can smell the lingering smell of blood." Aaron reached the doorway he had been standing under before.

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Character Portrait: Betan Allwingson Character Portrait: Aeron Tanner Character Portrait: Skolr Iron-Heart Character Portrait: Bastion Trent Character Portrait: Aaron Hartocoh
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Betan dismissed the cream. He desided from there just to call the man 'weeds'. "Your actions caused no one damage. Though, You do not understand the nature of the vines. Toxicodendron Vernix and Metopium Toxiferum are both featured in this little shramble of foliage you created, they may not do much, but in large groups such as this can cause serious skin irritation, and the sap, theoretically, can blind if it gets in your eyes and isn't removed immediatly. But, I do agree with you, outside, to the far left, just past the ajar window, is a hedge maze, that seems to lead somewhere."

The ticking of his heart was annoying, only he could hear it though, unless someone was to come close in silence. He put his hands behind his head, and walked over to where 'weeds' was. "Are you coming or not?" He barked sofltly.

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Character Portrait: Betan Allwingson Character Portrait: Aeron Tanner Character Portrait: Skolr Iron-Heart Character Portrait: Bastion Trent Character Portrait: Aaron Hartocoh

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Aeron watches all of this chaos continue to unfold, and checks a sigh. They seemed intent on moving- on exploring even before they'd come to any sort of agreement or understanding of who each of them might have been... After all, was it likely that they were just randomly selected by a well Blooded Gentleman with a fetish for kidnapping strangers from a variety of backgrounds?

Even as she thinks it, Aeron realises that with all the strange behaviour she'd observed in and around the houses of the obscenely wealthy, that it was entirely possible that that was exactly the kind of oddity they were dealing with- and the realisation makes her groan silently. Street life may have its dangers and perversions, but at least they tended to come at a person straight on. It was unusual for things to sidle up as one creature, only to flip its nature into something else. For the wealthy, though, it seemed that all that they did was lie... even in their normal conversations, even to their kin, and their friends...

Damn.

Quietly Aeron stands, reaching out to snag a few extra pieces of food into her various pouches before looking between these knights and mages. Well... whatever was coming, at least she was surrounded by targets who were likely to be much more interesting than she was. And that was something.

"If you're all hells bent on going somewhere- seems like the best idea is to go together." Thin shoulders rise and fall, a motion which causes the grey cape to flap slightly around her calves. "And it seems like the role of the Nameless Pauper is to follow. So lead on."

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Character Portrait: Betan Allwingson Character Portrait: Aeron Tanner Character Portrait: Bastion Trent Character Portrait: The Baron Character Portrait: Aaron Hartocoh

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Aaron starts to eye the blonde boy as he dismisses the cream he tossed at him. A slight arrogance in his motion as he spoke about the type of shrubbery Aaron had threatened him with. Damn Brat. Is he serious? Aaron rolled his eyes as the blond kid made his way passed him. As he shifted his way towards Aaron, he was pleased to hear that the boy agreed with his previous statement. " But, I do agree with you, outside, to the far left, just past the ajar window, is a hedge maze, that seems to lead somewhere." Aaron listened, bout to follow behind him until he noticed shifting behind him.

His eyes followed the girl that was sitting down earlier. The color seemed to return to her already pale face. It was subtle, but she seemed to be doing better. Aaron stared as she messed with the food in front of her. Being careful of any glass or branch debris. As she stood up, Aaron noted how thin the girl was. Her robe looked heavily over sized, but as she moved it didn't seem to bug her any. As soon as the girl finished picking up extra food, she moved her self towards the doorway as well. As she made her way over, shortly stopping in front of Aaron, she spoke "If you're all hell bent on going somewhere- seems like the best idea is to go together." Aaron noticed the way her robbed moved as she talked. Her body language expressed a reserved tone. The girl spoke up again, making Aaron leave his thoughts. "And it seems like the role of the Nameless Pauper is to follow. So lead on." Aaron nodded in agreement.

Aaron began to shift to exit the room, stopping midway as we almost ran into the blond boy. He didn't seem to bothered as he didn't even bother to move. Instead, giving Aaron an impatient look, he spoke up [/b]"Are you coming or not?"[/b] Aaron looked back at the boy with furrowed brows. Instead of speaking out loud, it was in Aaron's best interest to keep quiet and nod. Aaron made his way outside, breathing the air for the first time since he was brought here. Based on the sun's location, it appeared to be mid morning. Perhaps 11 am. The temperature felt nice against Aaron's skin as he continued to walk. The cool breeze combined with the sun's rays really made for a beautiful day. It almost made Aaron forget where he was. Still, Aaron couldn't shake off the presence of darkness. Even with such a gorgeous day. Shaking his head, he looked back up to see that the group was at the entrance of the maze. Looking up at it, the walls went up a considerable length. "So, what's our plan? Do we want to talk one through?" Aaron spoke out not really asking any one person in particular. He just hope that what ever this was or whatever brought him here, wouldn't lead to his death.

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Character Portrait: Betan Allwingson Character Portrait: Aeron Tanner Character Portrait: Bastion Trent Character Portrait: Aaron Hartocoh

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Betan lit a small flame on the tip of his index finger. He brought it up to a branch silently, the fire spread a little, but nothing came of it. A hedging rose was the only fire resistant plant he could think of. The horrendous smell of blood seeped from the maze like the smell of fresh flowers. A neigh come from back where they had came from and Betan's white horse, covered in its own armor, came galloping towards him. Betan stopped it and calmed it down, "Now, how did you get in?" He asked silently, petting the mane. The horse's armor had been damaged a little from when he last saw it. It was clear the horse had been forced through involuntarily. The horse wasn't that big, quite a bit smaller and thinnerthan an average horse. The horse had been specially bred for missions that included cliffs and the need of space. The horse had a brown diamond on it snout, and the eastern coat of arms on its armor. Betan climbed on this ease, and there was clearly room at most, two other people. The horse wasn't called a hunting horse for nothing, its hoves were almost soundless and could fit in rather narrow space with ease. "This makes our lives easier, " Betan spoke, his horse ready as if nothing had happened. "It seems as if the Baron wanted to give us some transportation. If we follow a right, it may be logical, as the baron would have assumed we would, in a sixty six percent chance we would take it. But we can also, make our own path."

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Character Portrait: Betan Allwingson Character Portrait: Aeron Tanner Character Portrait: Skolr Iron-Heart Character Portrait: Bastion Trent Character Portrait: Aaron Hartocoh

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Bastion had finished his second short book as the group began to leave the room. He debated quickly whether or not he should follow. The choice was simple stay in the room or go out to the hedge maze with the others,

In the rooms favor there still was a great amount of food to eat, however he was feeling quite full and his pockets were brimming with treats for later. He supposed he could always come back for more. Hedge maze:1 Room:0.

While Bastion often didn't enjoy the company of others he doubted that he would want to stay in a room by himself, that said, he wasn't exactly by himself. His eyes slid over to Sklor Iron-Heart, the barbarian hadn't spoken much which to Bastion's surprise was more unnerving than his primal roaring earlier. He mind flashed back to the stories his brother would tell him about mountain men taking him away if he didn't eat his vegetables. Bastion hated vegetables, but hated the idea of being dragged away by ruffians even more. At least the girl "She called herself Nameless?" he remembered the snippet briefly "What a curious name, I wonder if it's regional..." he pondered. At least she was quiet and the man who had been hiding under the table seemed vaguely sensible from what Bastion had bothered to listen to. He could just ignore the pampered armor man, he generally didn't have time for most people- least of all power hungry boys with swords. Hedge maze:2 Room: 0

He spent the next 10 minutes going through the various pro and cons in his head ending up at his last point. Why bother moving at all? Wasted energy was bothersome. He had books (room had been awarded a point for same) but would soon run out of the, (hedge maze gained another digit) and nothing drastically bad had happened except he was here against his will (that point was a tie.) The room gained another point for Bastion's laziness and he ended up with a grand total of Hedge Maze: 23 Room:21.

Clicking his tongue in irritation, he got up from his chair- stuffing the unread books in his pockets and headed outside.

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With the group deciding to head into the Baron's gardens outside they would already note the frekish nature that surrounded them. The plants as Betan discovered seemed rather flame resistant, in fact the vines would slowly try and grab him themselves, but they were very slow and could barley reach out to him so they simply returned to their place on the walls. Possibly stirring in anger. The smell of blood was much more profound outside, and the buzzing was much louder than before. Like swarms on bugs had concentrated on a single mass and refused to leave it alone.

The Hedge like maze was fairy tall, even with his horse Betan would need to stand on his valiant steed to make it more than halfway past the hedge. It seemed that whoever designed the garden made it so that there would no easy way to find the exit. But there was signs of something in the garden, something that seemed not normal. A massive cocoon like nest lay ahead in their path. It seemed to have been cut apart, long ago perhaps. There seemed to be nothing left of the inhabitants but it may have been safely said that they were eaten up by other scavengers of the world. The nest was of course of a fork in the maze. One heading left, one heading right. Rumors always dictated that if you stayed on the right hand side of a maze you would find the exit...However, on the left hand side there was an iron gate on the left hand side, it was unlocked...however they could hear a unknown noise coming from within...Something was there no doubt about it...And there was buzzing...lots of buzzing coming from it. The group could possibly investigate the noise, but the right side seemed to lead farther into the maze, possibly to the end of this maze. Whatever has brought them here, it seemed to be counting on them to finish walking through the maze.

What was worse was that there were signs of old skid marks under the gate...almost as if someone or something had to drag something from it...but there...there was a glint of gold hidden under the dirt...It seemed that this place contained treasure...But the smell of blood and the buzzing noise made one wary of...curious discover...

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Character Portrait: Betan Allwingson Character Portrait: Aeron Tanner Character Portrait: Bastion Trent Character Portrait: The Baron Character Portrait: Aaron Hartocoh

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As the blond boy spoke, Aaron couldn't help but take in all his surroundings. It was apparent that this hedge maze was older. Not necessarily dead, but the plant life gave it a rustic look. As if it was a chaotic version of what a normal hedge maze. Aaron noticed the other member of the group approach them. The children book collector. Aaron was pleased that he had a change of heart, or at least it would seem, as he didn't look too interested in joining them earlier. Perhaps he's a careful thinker. Weighing his options. Perhaps he's smarter than he lets on. I should probably still keep my eye out for him. There's still no telling what he's capable of. Aaron thought as he redirected his attention back to the blond boy.

Aaron was able to catch the very last few bits of his speech. Noting that the guy in charge would most likely want us to head to the right. So traveling to the left would either throw off the guy's plan, or it would lead the group right where he wanted them to be. Either way, both options seemed sketchy. Aaron walked up closer to get a feel for the place. He could tell the plant life around him were trying to grab at him, but they seemed rather calm too. As if they were either struggling or holding back. Noticing the giant cocoon shell was jarring to say the least."Aye, check this thing out. What do you suppose came out of that?" Aaron asked as he took careful steps towards it. Whatever the thing was, it was big. Looking closer though, it didn't look like it was a recent event. Almost as if the creature had been forced out? Aaron couldn't quite tell from the ripples in the opening. But they didn't look natural. Almost as if it was cut. Aaron knows this based on his travels. He had an idea of what a normal opening of a cocoon shell looked like. "When I was under the table back in the house, I remember one of you saying that this game has happened before. What if this is the remnants of the old game?" Aaron trailed off not necessarily asking any one in specific. More of a general question. There more Aaron thought about the possibility of this being part of the previous game, if you can call it that, gave him chills.

Snapping himself out of thought, Aaron noticed something else. Looking back at the fork where the trails split, he could hear something. Buzzing? He thought as he stared a bit longer trying to make what that noise was. "Hey guys, any of you hear that buzzing?"

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"Hmm, I can only think of insects that use cacoons... " Betan replied dully, stabbing a random hedge to see what it would do, the hedges just seemed to fix themselves. He was growing agitated, the buzzing definitely wasn't him, or any one else as it showed to grow stronger in the maze. Betan jumped from his horse and with his gloved hand reached to the shell. He opened it up a little, sticky insides, "Definitely fresh, though, this cut would have been made with either a training or long sword." He said bluntly.

He stood up again and took his gloves of, resting them in one of the hidden pockets of his heater shield. He then climbed back onto his horse and tried looking again from the hight he was at. He was curious if he could climb the hedge, however forns pricked at him and the branches themselves tried to grab at him. He sighed slumping forward on his horse, the buzz was beginning to grind his nerves thin. He grabbed his scarf from his heater shield and wrapped it around, covering his neck, mouth and nose. "This cut is too fresh to have been made twenty years ago, however, if someone was trained enough in sword arts, it would be exceptionally easy to make a cut that forces the creature out and keeps the insides fresh for over a year."

Now the buzzing had gotten straight through to his central nervous system and was sending unwanted shivers up his spine. He was actually grateful when weeds mentioned the buzzing, "The buzzing? I've been hearing it since I stepped foot on this property." He replied, vpice muffled by the scarf, however you still could tell the venom in his voice. The knight petted his steed's mane and nuzzled his face into it softly, not wanting the horse to freak out.

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Aeron followed the rest, hanging back that a lot of the bickering and posturing could happen away from her, without being so far behind that she could be snatched away again by those things without someone being close enough to come to her aid. She was frustrated, not stupid. It's this position at the back of the pack that allows Aeron to fall back into something like her normal patterns: freed from the need to play nice, she moves on silent feet, her eyes flitting back and forth across every aspect of the house, the grounds, the distant landscape, and the maze as they move towards it.

Perhaps it is this quiet watchfulness, or the inner calm that came from slipping one of her slender knives into her hand that allows her to see what the others seem to have missed. Of course- given the particular colour of the item in question, and it's nature when she darts up to it and sinks to sit on her heels over the coin, its possible that it was her thieving instincts that had drawn her here. Aeron keeps part of her attention focused on their voices as she brings her knife round to poke the coin gently, first one way, then the other, examining both sides as she weighs her options.

A fool would simply snatch it up, and say nothing of the treasure to her companions... perhaps that was why she'd been chosen. A little thief to fall prey to her own greed... But Aeron is no fool, and she twists her cloak twice around her hand before reaching out to pull the coin into her protected palm, her eyes watching for any sign of magical trigger or enchantment as she does so. After all- those creatures had been borne of some magic; they'd be idiots to believe that their captor wasn't skilled in some of those arcane arts... but then, from what she'd seen they certainly weren't unskilled. Moving quietly, Aeron sidles her way through her companions until she finds her way to Aaron's side, and clears her throat. "This was half burried over there," she gestures as she says it "it looked more like it was dropped than it was placed though. Figured, given all this... maybe there's some magic on it." Her lips twist into a half smile. "And if not- then there's gold coin hereabouts- and thats always good to know."