The Crusade of Arae

[Zankio]

Vyn cringes as the wolf emerges and blocks her path. She steadies herself, weary after her last encounter but resolved on not being bested again. To this end she moves to end this quickly, closing the distance between them. But the wolf was more eager than she had planned, leaping at her suddenly. Vyn throws a shoulder back as she evades the beast by a hair, a groan escaping her as she did not want this to take much longer. Drawing her sheath and turning to again face the wolf she was unprepared for it to already be in mid air once more. Tackling her back to the ground, Vyn's patience runs thin as she throws the wolf off of her, following suit with a quick thrust into the beasts neck, twisting until it ceases breathing.

Eager to move on and find a healer or at least someone suited to aid her temporary compatriots she moves on, wishing she could afford the time to move more silently, but unfortunately, to have a life sacrificed for her own wasn't something Vyn joined the Crusade for.

[FragranceofMtDew]

Ezra had been so focused on the panther before her that she hadn't noticed the enemy approaching from her flank. She managed to react to the surprise attack in time but not fast enough to avoid being tripped and pinned by the panther. With its teeth at her throat there was little she could do but wait for it to lower its guard. Thankfully the woman only seemed interested in taunting Red and even went so far as to leave some sort of medicine for his wounds before leaving.

Once she was free from the panthers grasp, Ezra quickly grabbed the medicine and made her way over to Red to begin applying it to his wounds. "I dunno what this'll do to you but it sure as hell can't make things worse so let's go for it." She told Red as she worked. "What was with her anyway? She was pretty tough so it sounds like you've got some bad enemies." Ezra felt like she could have handled it though. She was used to unfair odds but fighting in the wilderness wasn't the same as fighting in an arena. Next time she wouldn't let anyone get the drop on her and things would be different.

"Alright that should be good." She said after she had finished and stood up. "How do you feel? We should get moving so if you still can't walk I can carry you the rest of the way still."

[Majora]

Rukarra sighs as she puts her bra back on shrugging, "Whatever." As she wanders off into the woods, obviously she won't be able to enter the town now so she treks on until she could find anything that would satisfy her or that she could find an area to rest from all of her work she had put in, a bit saddened that her attempt didn't work.

[Reaver]

Kiera almost shot him in the back of the head after he complimented her name. She got as far as raising her crossbow up to level and taking aim before deciding against it. "I said not to get familiar with me." Growling and holding the crossbow up until he turned around to show him how close he had been to being shot. Besides having made her point, Kiera lowered her crossbow to grab the kettle with her free hand. "So you are a Mage of sorts then. Or do you just keep all your clean water in dirty drawers?" Sniffing then looking inside the kettle before setting it down. Maybe the water was poisoned or even laced with some type of magic but she couldn't tell straight off the bat let alone even guess what magics this man was capable of. The steak was the next surprise but Kiera's eyes were captivated by the gold plate it was on. When she had been growing up everyone in the house had only one wooden plate, not to mention she could probably get plenty of gold if she sold it somehow. "Must be a special occasion to bring out the gold plates. Or maybe you just think you can loosen me up with gold and fine meat." Staring him down again as she gently placed her loaded crossbow down, right next to her plate. "If you want to know more about me, start with yourself then maybe I might feel more comfortable sharing my story with you, Vincent." Saying his name with extra emphasis.

Truthfully Kiera was quite hungry and thirsty but dropping her guard around this man could end up being lethal. So far she hadn't drunk or ate anything since coming there so there was no chance of poison. "I am not an easy woman to woo if that is your inetentions but I will admit to being extremely curious about your magic, I've only met a single Mage besides you and he died rather quickly. Not by my hands of course." Knowingly glancing at her crossbow with a small smirk.

[KnightVanilla]

After using the crystal Umbrage too her time to rest before leaving. Once she was fully tested she would pocket the 5 copper and investigate the caravans goods before continuing onto the town to see if she could find anything of use. Right now she needed the use of spells or even someone to repair her armor right now. The direction of Ultima Vellum was in her sights however she must obtain the means to stay ahead of those she would compete against. That means maintaining her gear as well as improving and expandingnher arsenal as she journeyed.

This was a test to see who is fit to lead the armies against the corruption and she would. Avenge her brother by any means and if that meant killing other with the same potential as her then so be it.

[MyLittleCossack]

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You lean down and search the man's belongings, (Roll: 13) and find a small pouch of blueberries. You pocket them and sigh down at the orc, giving him one final moment of brief silence, before focusing your gaze on his cave. You step forwards, hand on one of your daggers in case there were any other threats that may jump out at you.

You near the mouth of the cave, inching yourself along the rock to peek in through the side. Fortunately, the cave is shallow, only about twenty feet in, and a fire is burning in the center, illuminating everything. There isn't anyone else inside, so you step through and take your hand from your dagger. Just then however, (Roll: 1!) something extremely bad happens!

A small rock falls in front of you and lands against the ground, creating a crack! It's not loud enough for anything outside the cave to hear, nor does it do anything else other than scare the shit out of you, but damn, it was spooky!

Never the less, you continue to walk forwards until you can fully examine the cave and everything inside of it. It looks very cozy, with paintings in a crude fashion all along the walls. It's similar to cavemen paintings, but they're still beautiful, in their own way. A bed fashioned from darkwood and covered with soft-skin hides is tucked away in the corner, along with, surprisingly, a badly-done bookshelf that's mostly empty, save for a small leather-bound journal. An inkwell with a pen lays atop the bookshelf near the journal, and...Could the orc actually have written things down? With his trouble of speaking basic English, you wonder if that were even possible. It makes you genuinely curious as you look at the journal, and you even consider opening it up after you're done looking around.

Moving around the firepit in the center of the cave, you look through everything the orc had, finding (Roll: 3 [POTENTIAL LUCK BONUS. Luck chance roll: 14. Luck roll: 19 divided by 1/4 = 4] = 7) on the whole, nothing. The food that you find is prepared in a disgusting way that only an orc would enjoy, and you're almost 100% sure that eating it would cause you to throw up. There is water however, collected in a multitude of barrels as it drips from the ceiling. Apparently he had a good system going on, here.

Never the less, you take some looking around, and end up finding a waterskin! You fill it from the barrel of water, and put a drop on your finger. You then taste it, and confirm that it's good to drink from. Pocketing the water skin in one of your pouches, you then look for the entrance. Whether or not you take the journal, you leave the cave, take one last look at the dead orc, then continue down the mountainpass.

You feel a little less "safe" than you did a few seconds ago. The Blessing must have worn off.

Upon exploring the cave, blueberries and mild sorrow pocketed and forgotten respectively, Yvria would gauge it on the whole, safe. That was, until a small rock descended from the ceiling to impact the ground, sounding almost like a fire spell that sent her scurrying for cover with hair risen all over her body. For the most part, this did nothing more than waste a few minutes of her time and add much to the stress of the journey. The light crackling of the fire at the least helps to sooth her nerves as she pats down the fur on her arms with an audible growl of fustration. "If you werrre not a rrock, she would slit yourrrr thrroat!", she scowled as menacingly as she could to the remnants of the little rock on the cave floor.

Cracking her knuckles, Yvria now set upon investigating the cave for any loot. Admiration of the Orc's seemingly comfortable life here only brought back a few pangs of sorrow as she came upon the journal next to the rather comfortable looking bed. The intricate writings she observed while flipping through it made her double take, then look back at the entrance of the cave in a moment of puzzlement. Noticing the ink well and pin, she ponders how this piece of literature could have possibly ended up here. Probably stolen she assumed, now to be stolen again, she thought as she put the small book in her rucksack and took it upon herself to steal a few of the soft-hides off the nearby bed. Figuring that if they would not come in handy they could at least be possibly sold for coin.

Further investigation of the cave revealed ample food and water... just... really water, as it seemed that the Orc liked his foods prepared much in the way a goat prepares its decision to eat whatever it finds. The smell was horrid, meaning the food was most likely rancid and if Yvria hadn't broken the Orc's back, his diet would've taken up the slack later. The water at least was suitable, mineral-rich and clear fluid steadily leaked from the ceiling into an impressive system designed to catch a majority of the major streams. This could /not/ have been made by that simpleton, nor the journal, this had to have belonged to another that had been brutalized by the beast so that he could move in. Scouring the place for a final time, ignoring the putrid smell of the food, would turn up a small skin for the water. Upon filling it, and taking the liberty to splash a bit of the clear water unto her face to relax and clean her fur, she would sigh with relief. This ordeal had turned out much better than she had hoped. Just then she would notice how her stomach lightly ached for a meal and her mouth felt rather dry, both of these were not a problem immediately, but food in the long run would likely be an issue. If only she had a bow or some snarls she would camp the night out in this cave, but it would have to do for a fall-back position. At least this was the plan as she took a few drinks from the nearby water wells, setting one of them aside for bathing water as she did. She would nibble on a few of the berries she had pocketed from the Orc aswell, hoping to at least stave off a full meal by tricking her stomach with water and a few parcels of berry.

With her senses calm and her body satisfied, Yvria would be sitting on the former Orc's bed. Wrapping herself in the skins she had stolen to stave off the cold interior of the dwelling while she retrieved the leather journal once more for a proper read. Curiosity for some was a blessing, but for Yvria, it was infectious. While practical and pragmatic, her attention was easy to divide. The book had been bothering her during the entire rummaging of the cave so now she /had/ to at the minimum see who this thing belonged to. Flipping open the cover, her irises would scan every word while her tail calmly swayed back and forth atop the bedding behind her.

Once she finished... or... got bored, one or the other depending on the contents of the booklet, Yvria would set out to the exterior of the cave. Scouring to find some shrubbry, small boulders, and wood to conceal the entrance of the place. This was going to be the base camp, here she had access to clean water and a decent bed. Best to not burn her bridges and let someone /else/ move in like the Orc before her, so she thought as she dragged the former inhabitant's corpse away from the entrance to rot elsewhere along with his shitty food that would shortly be deposited with his being. Being done with all this, she would ponder her next move... the trail... or possibly somewhere else?

[Icaelus]

"Welcome back, night."
The almost inaudible greeting escaped the rosy lips of the raven-haired girl. Her eyelids fluttered open from her nap, long lashes parting to reveal her piercing blue eyes. S
"Nngh.."
Shifting her weight and sitting up, she stretched her arms wide with a slight moan from the relief it provided.
She gave a cursory glance to where she had set her equipment down before laying down to nap the time away till night time, Blessing or not be damned. It had made her feel..safer, to a certain degree. But a blessing was just that, and pushing oneself too hard and fast just to take advantage of it within that single hour was undoubtedly an action for the ignorant.

Her weaponry lay undisturbed at their original position and she allowed herself a slight smile, gathering her weaponry as she rose to her feet. She gently ran a finger along the blue gem of the enchanted longsword that was her mainstay, buckling its sheath to her left hip, the easiest position to draw from with her right master hand. The shorter blade was relegated to her right hip, for use in her left hand if the need arose. They were both masterfully crafted weapons to be proud of..much unlike the ratty, torn-up leather belt that they hung from. She then picked up the Crystal..they called it a Je'bahdi Crystal, if she remembered right. It was a small, fragile-looking thing..but yet ever so important on this perilous journey. The girl sighed, placing the thin slip of crystal into the inner pocket of her leather coat, where it was probably safest.
Finally, she picked up the oaken wand, smiling as a wisp of shadow curled around her hand as soon as her fingers made contact with the oddly cold wood.

After performing a final check on her gear and surroundings, taking possibly anything that looked useful in the cellar that could help, the girl looked towards the door of the rather dreary cellar.
"Well, then. Let's get going."
Jeanne gave a final yawn as she stepped towards the door, her footsteps making no noise even on the creaky, rotten wood floorboards that comprised the cellar's floor. She walked lightly up the ten steps to the door, pushing it open gently. The door had been surprisingly well-kept, and it had been for that reason that she had elected to while away the daylight hours in the cellar till night, where she was strongest.
The cold, breezy air of dusk caressed her cheeks as she stepped out into the open.
Now..where was she? Her long, raven hair swept her shoulders as she glanced left and right, trying to ascertain the best possible way to head off. The village where they had started off from was a distant memory by now, forgotten to whatever magics those mages..the Magicii had invoked up them. Probably had mixed it up during that "blessing". Very cloak and dagger. Still, it was mildly irritating
"Well. Whatever. Doesn't matter."
Jeanne stretched a hand out, a wisp of shadow dancing to her hand. She focused on the darkness within the shadows, attempting to use the shadows to gather information around her surroundings. Whether or not that was successful, she would begin heading in the direction that she thought best suited to her goals.

[A Vision of Sound]

Everyone:

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The sun is getting lower in the distance, casting an orange hue over the clouds and the sky. You expect nightfall to be upon you in an hour or so.

Vyn:

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You growl and dispatch the wolf, before continuing on with your journey, desperately hoping to find someone who at least has a few extra bandages. Until now you've kept up a light jog, but you soon find yourself running. Time was of the essence!

(Encounter roll: 17) Fortunately, it seems luck has smiled upon you. In the distance along the path you see a few individuals walking, while keeping what looks like a cow tethered to one of the individual's hands. They walk with a fluid grace, yet they frown and slow down as they see you running towards them. You slow down and get a good look at them as you're less than ten feet away now, and you breathe heavily. They're all adorned in tan-colored cloaks, with their hoods over their heads. One of the males, a larger lad, frowns and steps up to you. "What's wrong, lass? Are you hurt? You're safe now, just tell us what the problem is." Comes his gentle voice.

You could likely tell them to follow you and they'd respond instantly, you only hope you can remember the directions back to the others.

Status: 
Health: 23/24 (24)
Mind: A bit randy.
Nutriments: Thirsty.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Nature's Nourishment, Zephyr's Whisper, Charm Animal.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Elf race (Passive mana regeneration along with a slightly larger mana pool.)
Equipment: Light armor in perfect condition. A satchel in good shape, filled with: Blueberries.
Core: 
Strength – 5
Dexterity - 5
Constitution – 4
Intelligence – 5
Charisma – 3
Luck – 3
Corruption - 3

Kiera:

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You raise your crossbow at him as he turns around and gets the water jug, before freezing as he looks back at you, eyeing the tip of your crossbow bolt. You then lower it and Vincent breathes a sigh of relief, before rolling his eyes in exasperation as he hands you the jug, muttering, "...Can't even compliment a beaut-" He then cuts himself off, giving you a rueful grin.

"Sorry. I don't get a whole lot of visitors as you can imagine, so when I see someone like you, well..." He trails off, giving a faint shrug. "S'pose I can't really help myself." In response to your statement and question, Vincent looks at you as if he would be contemplating something, before he grins and shrugs, "Eeeehhhh...You could say that. Sorry about the state of things, I've not exactly got a lot to keep it well-maintained. But don't worry, everything I've given you isn't 'laced' or anything. I've already eaten a bit of the meat, and I'd be just as willing to taste the water in your hand, too." He offers, shrugging while he does so. "Of course, I could have an antidote and that water could actually be poisoned I guess, but..." He sighs, shaking his head slowly. "Ehh....You don't have to drink it if you don't want to, I know how weird this must be."

The water itself wouldn't smell out of the ordinary, and you expect it really was clean after all. Never the less, you inform him that he should share his story first, to which he shrugs and nods at you. "Sure. Well, where to begin..." He trails off, deep in thought. "Right. You could say, when I was growing up, I had a bit more opportunities than the average joe. Born into a wealthy family, and I could inherently use magic. Naturally, I wasn't exactly loved by others who were like me, because I'd taken a talent to it. Call me a prodigy. Other spell-casters didn't appreciate the noble child with a hefty sum of money. But hey, it's my life, who am I to care about other people's thoughts, eh?" he grins.

He then shrugs. "Ehh...I suppose the years went by, and when I was roughly...Hhm...Eighteen, I believe, I'd become a bit of a trouble-maker. Fights, tricks, pranks, you name it. I think what pushed the fellas over the edge though was the fact that I'd been caught sneakin' out of the ringleader's love interests' bedroom one night. Boy, was he angry." He snickers, as if recalling the memory. "Ahh...You only see a look on a guy's face like that one once in life time...Aaaaanyway."

"Since these pricks were magic users, they'd all pretty much agreed to get rid of me once and for all. Though of course they couldn't kill me, you could say that was our village's taboo, like, seriously taboo. Even more so that I was a noble. Regardless, they'd binded me in a sort of sealing spell, and crafted a cave in the middle of nowhere, and left me to rot. That was quite a long time ago, so it seems the seal's stopped my aging process as long as I'm inside here. I can't leave, try as though I might. But hey, it doesn't affect anyone else other than me, so you're good, no worries. The most excitement I got in the past ten years was a few goblins comin' down here. They were interesting enough, I guess." He sighs, looking down at the fire for a few moments.

He then purses his mouth, and flicks his gaze up at you, a curious look in his beautiful azure eyes that you almost find yourself captivated by. "So...What about you?"

Status:
Health: 27/27 (25+2)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Thirsty. Peckish.
Affects: Venombrawler. (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 110 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Leather armor in very poor condition. A black fur cloak. A well-maintained crossbow. A somewhat dull knife. Snares, ropes, and crossbow bolts in excellent condition. A small green lizard-like corpse. A small pouch, containing: A white, mottled egg.
Core:
Strength - 3
Dexterity - 8
Constitution - 5
Intelligence - 5
Charisma - 1
Perception - 7
Luck - 1
Corruption - 5

Rukarra:

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You put your bra back on and the guard glares at you, emitting a puff of air out his mouth as he focuses back on guarding the perimeter, eyes on the horizon. You walk away and look around, hoping to find something you finally soothe the burn in your loins. Walking through the rich forest infested with wildlife, you'd almost even consider taking in a moment to breathe in the fresh air and appreciate everything around you, but to hell with that, you know what you need and you need it now!

(Encounter roll: 12) It's just then that you hear a few voices from the trees up ahead. You frown and grab the shafts of your axes, reinforcing your grip on them and ready to withdraw if it were a viable threat. However, as you creep up to the trees in front of you and rest against them, peering out, you see a small clearing with a makeshift campsite set up, with two men idly chatting by the fire. They're evidently on a camping trip, and their shortswords are laying against each stump they'd be sitting on. They don't seem to notice you, and it looks like there is only enough gear here for two people. This could be your chance to finally quench your desires; They're regular humans and won't give you corruption, most likely...

Status:
Health: 28/29 (27+2
Mind: Lust-crazed. (-1 Intelligence)
Nutriments: Hungry. A bit parched.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Two battles axes, in masterful condition. Rusty, weak iron pauldrons. Leather bra and pants maintained perfectly.
Core:
Strength – 8
Dexterity - 5
Constitution - 6
Intelligence - 2 (-1)
Charisma - 1
Perception - 5
Luck - 4
Corruption - 3

Umbrage:

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You continue to pant softly, and store your coins inside of your crystal. Unfortunately, it takes longer than you expected to fully recover from the crystal's sapping energies, and you're resting for roughly half an hour. You also expect that anyone nearby would have felt this, and you even think it may be unwise to leave the caravan, as night is quickly approaching. Never the less, you soldier on and paroose the various wagons, shops, and set-ups around for any goods. You view several satchels, backpacks, and other pouches that would prove invaluable for you, with the most high-quality price being four silver for a large backpack with beautiful craftsmanship, and the cheapest being ten copper for a slightly worn-out satchel.

You continue looking around and end up finding an armor merchant, and his wares include all sorts of armor, ranging from cloth to iron. His prices are out of your range though; Ten silver in total for an iron breastplate, graves, and vambraces. However, looking at his leather stock, it seems more appealing and cheaper. Five silver for an entire set of leather, with prices varying from each piece in case you'd only want to buy one at a time.

There are also food and drink available, along with waterskins, and they never typically travel above twenty copper. After your business in the caravan is concluded, you're given a few goodbyes and farewells, and you near the edge of the light that is casted from them. You take one look back, and your thoughts stray to what could be lurking in the dark, for you will most certainly be caught in the moon's light should you leave now. Are you going to leave, or spend the night here?

Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: Pure.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 35 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Pulse wave, Regeneration, Shatter Barrier.
Equipment: Leather armor in poor condition, save for the chestpiece. Leather vambraces in good condition. Modified custom-made canesword in perfect condition and quality. Some sweets.
Core:
Strength – 5
Dexterity - 9
Constitution - 4
Intelligence - 5
Charisma - 1
Perception - 3
Luck - 2
Corruption - 0

Yvria:

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You look around the cave some more, idly examining everything and deciding that the orc couldn't have fashioned all of this, let alone the journal that resides along the bookshelf. Out of undying curiosity, you take the journal and cozy yourself up on the bed. It doesn't smell like the orc in a pleasantly surprising way, but then again, the orc didn't smell bad when you were right in front of him either. You wrap the furs around you and open the first page of the journal, and your heart nearly sinks in your chest as the writing in it would be crude, large, and undeniably orcish. Surprisingly, it's in English.

day one do not like here. want home. want family. very cold. unhappy all time, nothing to eat. want make bed, will make happy.
day two got wood. chop. put together. sturdy and strong, like me! very cold still. unhappy. need blanket. made fire. not so cold. little happy.
day three want brother back...sent away, but know loves me. best for tribe. miss ju'ruk...little one make happy. did not mean to ruin hunt...very unhappy...
day four kill animals. first time hunt since spoil. make happy to know can still hunt. skin, make tasty. bed works! feel smarter, good. happy.
day five write here make smarter. good idea to keep book. am drawing. not good, but trying. happy.
day six angry at water. never stops in corner. drink, is good. want stop leak...think. look round today. will find fix. found fix! roundy thing at bottom of mountain. water leak into. drink, no more leak!
Day seven. Starting to feel smarter. Man came by, did not like at first. Talked. Taught me new words. New letters. Like man. He stay in cave, can leave when wants.
Day eight. Man teach better writing. Hard, but can write better now. Can't talk good...But can learn to write good. Say am quick learner. Make happy. Good friend.

This continues on for some time, day after day describing his friendship with the new man who'd been named Oscar. His writing improves with every day until you'd be hard-pressed to tell it from a regular human's writing. However, at Day Thirty two, the writing is garbled, almost like he'd held the pen in his fist and almost ripped the paper with his strokes. There seems to be a few blood drips over the page.

day 32. Was attacked by men. Walked out, ask what business was. Say passing by. Oscar come out, hidden man shoot arrow. Hit Oscar. Another arrow hit me, arm is hurt. Was angry. So angry. Charge men. Grab swords. Kill. Bite arrow man's neck. Hit over and over. No head left. Walk back to Oscar.

You then have to flip the page to see the rest of the journal, which you quickly do. On this new page, there are multiple dried out spots, as if someone has sprinkled drops of water over it.

Tell very good friend. Take arrow, but blood everywhere. Oscar die. Do not want this...Want friend back. Want family. Want love. Do not want alone...So alone. Very unhappy. Will not trust new people.

The journal continues on through his grief until just up the fiftieth day. His writing has fully recuperated, and it's aesthetically pleasing to read. This is also the last entry in the journal.

Day fifty.My brother told me not to come back until I knew how to hunt and survive on my own. Now I do. I still can't speak well, but I can show him this journal. I can show him exactly what I've learned and what I went through. I don't know if he'll accept me, neither will my nephew, but I have to try. I've loaded up my food and my water skins, and I'm leaving tomorrow. It's a long journey, but I'm confident I can make it.

You stare at the last few words, before closing the journal. No matter what you were feeling, you still had to go, and go you do. You are about to exit the cave and leave, but you frown as you look out the mouth of it. It's getting dark rather quickly. Descending mountains and the dark do not go well with one another. You frown as you contemplate staying in the cave tonight.

Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: A bit randy.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Light leather armor in poor condition, one of the straps along the left breast being incredibly worn and nearly falling off. The pouches along the armor not doing much better, one of them completely ripped out of the bottom. Simple animal-hide clothing and undergarments. A small-sized rucksack in good condition, able to hold a healthy amount of items. Two daggers in alright condition, though they could definitely use some maintenance. A waterskin filled with good water.
Core:
Strength - 3
Dexterity - 5
Constitution - 3
Intelligence - 4
Charisma - 6
Perception - 6
Luck - 1
Corruption – 0

Gaen and Ezra:

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Ezra immediately grabs the container and sits up, running over to Gaen as she nearly skids along the ground on her knees. Quickly unclasping the top, the contents of the container look like a pale, firm jelly. Never the less, Ezra dips her fingers inside and applies it on Gaen's shoulder, smoothening it out. A few minutes later, and the wounds along his shoulder are completely covered up, though it seems Gaen has slipped into unconsciousness for the time being. The bleeding has stopped at least, and Ezra looks down at the bandage covering his stab wound around his back. Ezra frowns...If she removes the bandage, he might bleed out before she could apply the ointment. She could try, but it would be extremely risky.

No matter what she does, she hoists Gaen up and due to his weight and the fact that he would be unconscious, it proves very difficult and straining for her, but she continues on regardless, the feat manageable at best. They both quickly come up to the tree marked with an X, and they turn the appropriate direction through the forest. A few painstaking minutes later, the path is seen and they're on it. Gaen is still unconscious, and that may be something to worry about. Gaen's bola didn't sound like it hit the water, so coming back for it and recovering it would probably be something he'd want.

Ezra:

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Status:
Health: 27/28 (27+2-1)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Hungry. Thirsty. Fatigued. (-1 to Strength and Constitution.)
Affects: Venombrawlers (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 4 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Flimsy heavy gauntlets. Light cloth armor in good condition. A well-made, well-maintained dagger. A backpack, containing: Ulmnioson fruit.
Core:
Strength – 7 (-1)
Dexterity - 7
Constitution - 6 (-1)
Intelligence - 2
Charisma - 2
Perception - 4
Luck - 1
Corruption - 5

Gaen:

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Status:
Health: 3/30 (29+2)
Mind: In debilitating pain. (-2 Strength, Perception, Charisma, Dexterity.) Fading. (Will occasionally pass out.)
Nutriments: Very hungry. Very thirsty. Exhausted.
Affects: Venombrawler (+2 to health) In the Sun. (-1 to Consitution, Strength, and Dexterity.) Badly injured (-4 to all roles.) Treated with a strange ointment.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Killer Instincts, Iron Will, Bloodlust, Outcast, Weakened by the Sun, Dark Urges. (All passives.)
Equipment: A perfectly-made and maintained axe. A dull shortsword with a sheath. A hunting knife in average condition. Patchy, slightly weakened leather armor, missing an arm completely. The existing arm on the armor is home to several gashes and teeth marks. Two bolas, of masterful make. A well-crafted, slightly curved shortsword.
Core:
Strength - 8 (-3)
Dexterity - 5 (-3)
Constitution - 7 (-1)
Intelligence – 4
Charisma - 1 (-2)
Perception - 5 (-2)
Luck - 1
Corruption - 3

Jeanne:

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You stand up from your slumber and look around the cellar, the heavy dust drifting through your air making you cough. (Roll: 1!) You open a crate inside the cellar, only to be buffeted by a strong gust of dirty air. You cough and brush the air out of the way with your hand, and you're having a hard time seeing. Your eyes are irritated, and seeing is a bit of an issue if what you're trying to look at is more than ten feet away. Never the less, you climb the steps and open the door, bleary-eyed as you take a look around. Finding that proves next to no results, you briefly focus on the shadows growing in abundance thanks to the falling sun, and discern that you'd at least be in a somewhat open field. You're right outside a severely dilapidated, burned-down house.

Squinting into the distance, you can make out the barest outline of a few trees which quickly blossom into a forest. You could also even use the compass feature of your crystal, since you don't expect very many people to still be this far behind.

Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: Half-demon. (+10 corruption.) Eyes are congested. (Difficult to see far-away things.)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Slayshade, Death's Melody, Reaper's Cloak, Shadowstep.
Equipment: Black leather gear in good condition, everything upkept to a very respectable degree. A belt, utterly broken, unable to hold anything whatsoever as it would be completely frayed, and ruined in some areas. A longsword of master quality, and along the guard is a blue gem infused with magical energy. The sword is enchanted, causing it to swing faster with the aid of magic from the user. (Note, it is not lighter, it propels itself based on your attack. It will automatically sap your mana as you use it, though it's a very slight drain, practically unnoticable.) A shortsword also of master's quality, but lacking an enchantment of sorts. A wand of perfect quality, oakwood infused with Vampire's Bane along with a pinch of Ghost Spices to give it a seamless casting ability.
Core:
Strength - 2
Dexterity - 8
Constitution - 4
Intelligence - 7
Charisma - 2
Perception - 5
Luck - 2
Corruption - 20

[KeiraAngel]

Lilly lets out a frustrated sigh as she looks around before taking the water pouch she got from the orc earlier and taking a few sips form it to take care of her thirst and then eats the blueberries to hold off her hunger. She then walks over to each orc and searches them for whatever she can take, food, water, and any materials she can take. She would then take a little bit of water if she has extra and rinse herself off of the blood before making a little bed area and laying down in it, by now she was pretty tired and just wanted a good nights sleep, so she would do just that, she sits in her little bed area that she made and starts to come up with plans for tomorrow and even makes up a "to do" list in her head as she just listens to the area around her for danger and even perhaps something beautiful.

[FragranceofMtDew]

It took a few moments for Ezra to realize that Red hadn't responded because he had passed out. The sun seemed to be setting soon which didn't leave her with any time to wait for him to wake up. His bandaged wound would have to stay covered for now until someone with actual medical expertise could look at it and she didn't have the time to go looking for the bola she lost either. With a grunt of exertion she picked Red up and began half carrying, half dragging him along. Hopefully the girl would be on her way back soon with a healer and something they could carry him with because it was hard enough helping him while he was awake let alone now that he had fainted.

After a bit she had reached the tree she had marked and from there it was simple enough to find the path again. As she turned right on the path towards town, Ezra made sure to keep her eyes out for any movement in the forest so that she wouldn't be caught off guard again.

[Reaver]

"Sounds like you should have kept your dick in your pants that time, Vincent." Chiding him at the end of his story. By now Kiera was pretty sure of his intentions. Either he intended to try keep her here forever and, or have sex with her. She wasn't sure which idea repulsed her more. However she didn't let it show, smirking despite the predicament he was in and the one she might end up in. "Well I guess you could say I'm a candidate for leading the next Crusade. I wish I could tell you more about what you have missed since you were imprisioned here but I grew up in the woods hunting with my father. I'm not the only Crusader candidate I believe but I will be the one to win, even if my equipment is somewhat lackluster." Taking her fur cloak off to reveal hher worn-down leather armor with the holes on the side and thighs.

"What you Vincent? What type of magic did you focus on? Fire, shadow, summoning or even enchanting? Or did you just spend all your time trying to get into girls' pants and squander your natural talent?" The more she knew about this guy the better. She just kept hand near her crossbow while casually drinking the water. Maybe he had drugged or poisoned the water, maybe not but unless it was fast-acting she was certain she'd be able to put a bolt in his skull and be out of the cave before she collapsed.

[MyLittleCossack]

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You look around the cave some more, idly examining everything and deciding that the orc couldn't have fashioned all of this, let alone the journal that resides along the bookshelf. Out of undying curiosity, you take the journal and cozy yourself up on the bed. It doesn't smell like the orc in a pleasantly surprising way, but then again, the orc didn't smell bad when you were right in front of him either. You wrap the furs around you and open the first page of the journal, and your heart nearly sinks in your chest as the writing in it would be crude, large, and undeniably orcish. Surprisingly, it's in English.

day one do not like here. want home. want family. very cold. unhappy all time, nothing to eat. want make bed, will make happy.
day two got wood. chop. put together. sturdy and strong, like me! very cold still. unhappy. need blanket. made fire. not so cold. little happy.
day three want brother back...sent away, but know loves me. best for tribe. miss ju'ruk...little one make happy. did not mean to ruin hunt...very unhappy...
day four kill animals. first time hunt since spoil. make happy to know can still hunt. skin, make tasty. bed works! feel smarter, good. happy.
day five write here make smarter. good idea to keep book. am drawing. not good, but trying. happy.
day six angry at water. never stops in corner. drink, is good. want stop leak...think. look round today. will find fix. found fix! roundy thing at bottom of mountain. water leak into. drink, no more leak!
Day seven. Starting to feel smarter. Man came by, did not like at first. Talked. Taught me new words. New letters. Like man. He stay in cave, can leave when wants.
Day eight. Man teach better writing. Hard, but can write better now. Can't talk good...But can learn to write good. Say am quick learner. Make happy. Good friend.

This continues on for some time, day after day describing his friendship with the new man who'd been named Oscar. His writing improves with every day until you'd be hard-pressed to tell it from a regular human's writing. However, at Day Thirty two, the writing is garbled, almost like he'd held the pen in his fist and almost ripped the paper with his strokes. There seems to be a few blood drips over the page.

day 32. Was attacked by men. Walked out, ask what business was. Say passing by. Oscar come out, hidden man shoot arrow. Hit Oscar. Another arrow hit me, arm is hurt. Was angry. So angry. Charge men. Grab swords. Kill. Bite arrow man's neck. Hit over and over. No head left. Walk back to Oscar.

You then have to flip the page to see the rest of the journal, which you quickly do. On this new page, there are multiple dried out spots, as if someone has sprinkled drops of water over it.

Tell very good friend. Take arrow, but blood everywhere. Oscar die. Do not want this...Want friend back. Want family. Want love. Do not want alone...So alone. Very unhappy. Will not trust new people.

The journal continues on through his grief until just up the fiftieth day. His writing has fully recuperated, and it's aesthetically pleasing to read. This is also the last entry in the journal.

Day fifty.My brother told me not to come back until I knew how to hunt and survive on my own. Now I do. I still can't speak well, but I can show him this journal. I can show him exactly what I've learned and what I went through. I don't know if he'll accept me, neither will my nephew, but I have to try. I've loaded up my food and my water skins, and I'm leaving tomorrow. It's a long journey, but I'm confident I can make it.

You stare at the last few words, before closing the journal. No matter what you were feeling, you still had to go, and go you do. You are about to exit the cave and leave, but you frown as you look out the mouth of it. It's getting dark rather quickly. Descending mountains and the dark do not go well with one another. You frown as you contemplate staying in the cave tonight.

Despite being a bit teary eye'd by the Orc's progressive progress in the field of writing and the loss of his gained friend, Yvria would continue to leave the body of the Orc in the woods with his decaying food. Leaving them to their fates as darkness overtook the world slowly. Even as the journey to Ultima Bella beckoned on the trail down the mountain, Yvria knew better than to wander the woodlands at night and that the danger of exhaustion was subtle. Even though the cave bore the pangs of regret resulting from killing the poor Orc, she decided to continue with her attempts to conceal the cave and search the outlands around the cave entrance for possible goods and herbs before settling down on the bed inside the cave once more to sleep the night away in relative comfort with her new hide blankets. Figuring that whatever treasures lay on the trail could be found tomorrow, coin isn't worth its weight in blood and trouble even though it is a common transaction. Daylight would be more suitable for profit.

[Majora]

Rukarra sees this as her second chance to finally get the relief she needed. Though her strategy didn't work the the first time she didn't really care and she decided to use it again by taking a step out from the forest near the campfire as she again unlatches her bra to show she meant business. "You two, it's your lucky day." She said as she still had her axes ready if any of them tried to pull a move in which she would be threatened, though she really hoped that this would work this time and maybe they'd protect her during the night as repayment for her services.

[KnightVanilla]

After gathering her strength once more she looks around the caravan to see the wares made available to her. Finding a back pack in average condition felt better to have for now. Also a water skin. What caught her eye though was the leather armor and tried to adjust the price into her favor by only purchasing the pieces she needed to replace. Once all that was said and done she said her goodbyes and was just about to leave before she remembered the thug that attacked her before.

Hmm maybe he has some useful information she could use. Umbrage thought to herself returning to the Caravan. He was most likely recovering still do she made her way to the cook to ask if she could stay with her for the night.

[Icaelus]

The reddish tint of the dusky sky above was a pleasant sight. Maybe not for some, for the night signified danger anew to most people..
Jeanne wasn't most people, no disputing that fact. She gazed down at the treeline, her blue eyes narrowing into a squint. All that dust in the cellar...some of it had inevitably gotten in her eyes when she had been riffing through the crates, irritating her eyes. Till now, her vision was still a tad bit blurry.
And she didn't even find anything in there. Jeez.

"Now..head for the treeline? Or..the Je'badhi Crystal? Hm."
Jeanne briefly considered her options. Was it worth robbing herself of the strength to continue on without a rest for an assured location to head towards to, or was it best to just go forth and..probably get lost?
Crystal it was, then. The raven-haired girl stepped lightly back to the house, seating herself against the door to the cellar. She leaned back against the cool wood, retrieving the slip of a crystal from her jacket..
"Uh. How did I use this again?"
Jeanne pursed her lips in thought for just a moment.
Oh. Right. Ultima Bellum.
The idea of the arena, the battle royale blazed to her mind..

[Zankio]

Vyn narrows her eyes as she spots people ahead, initially taking it as a sign that the town shouldn't be far off. Getting a better look at them as she approaches. A distrustful feeling grows in Vyn when the hooded travelers greet her, but the gentle regard in which the man that approached her speaks does well to soothe her initial fears. She knew too well that she couldn't afford to be picky about what help she's received. She shakes her head at the mans question, "Not me, a friend, he's very badly hurt, I need someone who can treat his wounds." She says hurriedly as she prepares to lead them back down the way she came, hoping that the woman from earlier and her savior have at least almost made it to the path.

[A Vision of Sound]

Lilly:

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You sigh as you bend down and search the pockets of the goblins you'd killed, blood filling your hands as you do. (Roll: 9) The only thing you're able to find on the three of them though is a silver spoon. And...Just that, nothing else. It doesn't look enchanted, nor does it look special, it's literally just a silver spoon. Congratulations.

Deciding to settle down for the night now though, you lay your bow beside you in your makeshift tent, set your quiver right next to it, and slowly close your eyes while staring into the ceiling. It isn't fully dark yet, but you expect that once it is, there'll be all sorts of animals calling to one another, and if you could stay awake that long, it'd more than likely be a beautiful sound to listen to.

You are asleep as of now. You will not be included in any more posts unless you are being ambushed, you wish to do something else before you awaken, or daybreak comes.

Status:
Health: 23/23
Mind: Pure.
Nutriments: A tad famished. A tad parched. A bit fatigued.
Affects: Soaked in blood. (-1 to Charisma.)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: A shortbow of expert make. Leather armor of beautiful design and quality. Four horrendously-crafted arrows in a quiver, combined with 8 well-crafted ones to make 12. A silver Steelsong dagger.
Core:
Strength - 2
Dexterity - 8
Constitution - 3
Intelligence - 3
Charisma - 4 (-1)
Perception - 5
Luck - 4
Corruption - 0

Kiera:

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Vincent laughs at your statement, nodding as he does so. "Heh...Yeaaaaah, I know...Eh. I'm not really like that anymore. Staying in a cave for a few decades stuck at 18 kinda gives you time to think, y'know?" He disdainfully grins. He then cocks an eyebrow at you and your story, listening intently all the while as he looks legitimately interested to hear of the outside world, before he shrugs faintly, "Ahh, it's fine...And hey, your equipment isn't that bad. You at least got your crossbow." He shrugs again.

He grins at your questions, before opening his palm with his hand facing the ceiling. "Me? Oh no, I didn't focus on one thing..." Without uttering even a single word, a small plume of fire erupts from the pad of Vincent's index finger, an icicle on his middle finger, what looks like molding, shifting rock on his ring finger, and a line of darkness that seems to absorb light on his pinkie. "See, I'm not just any ol' regular magic-user. I'm a prodigy." Finishing "Prodigy" as his eyes flick from blue to completely red before returning to normal, he clenches his fist and the magic is disrupted. He then sighs, brushing his hand along his leg to rid himself of the dirt. "You could say I can do anything. Buuut...While this seal is still in place, I can't use even a fraction of my abilities...Thing is...I need someone to remove it." He frowns, looking at you.

After looking at you, he slowly points over to the wall to his right, and in clear, illuminated firelight, lays a piece of paper attached to the side of the cave, as if it were glued. "That right there. Doesn't look very menacing, does it? Enough to keep me here for a long time, though..." He sighs. He then looks back to you, a hopeful look in his eyes. "So...I have to ask...Will you set me free? I'm not gonna turn on you or anything, and I didn't poison the water, you're a legitimately interesting person, I don't want to kill you or anything, nor will I try." He explains, frowning to you as he attempts to make his case. "Literally all you have to do is walk over and rip the scroll off the wall. Nothing will happen to you, nothing whatsoever, I promise. So...Please?"

He looks to you desperately, frowning heavily as he'd look like he'd be ready to get on his knees for you. Despite your suspicions, the water evidently was clear of any drugs or poisons. The paper attached to the wall doesn't look very threatening, nor does it radiate any kind of magic.

Status:
Health: 27/27 (25+2)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Thirsty. Peckish.
Affects: Venombrawler. (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 110 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Leather armor in very poor condition. A black fur cloak. A well-maintained crossbow. A somewhat dull knife. Snares, ropes, and crossbow bolts in excellent condition. A small green lizard-like corpse. A small pouch, containing: A white, mottled egg.
Core:
Strength - 3
Dexterity - 8
Constitution - 5
Intelligence - 5
Charisma - 1
Perception - 7
Luck - 1
Corruption - 5

Yvria:

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You pocket the journal after wiping your eyes, and resign both the food and the orc to stay outside. Standing up to examine the daylight's status, you frown and decide to just look around the small clearing outside the cave for anything you can find, gazing upon the orc's corpse in the process. Never the less, you set yourself to finding anything that could be useful. (Encounter roll: 1!) (Roll: 4) As you're searching but finding nothing, you hear the faint clanking of metal in the distance from up the path you've just came upon. It comes in regular, if heavy, intervals. It's almost like footsteps that stomp against the ground. You can even begin to see a shining light getting closer and closer to your clearing, as if the cause of the sound would have a white light source of some kind. It's coming down slowly but surely, and you probably don't have a lot of time to react or run.

Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: A bit randy.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Light leather armor in poor condition, one of the straps along the left breast being incredibly worn and nearly falling off. The pouches along the armor not doing much better, one of them completely ripped out of the bottom. Simple animal-hide clothing and undergarments. A small-sized rucksack in good condition, able to hold a healthy amount of items. Two daggers in alright condition, though they could definitely use some maintenance. A waterskin filled with good water.
Core:
Strength - 3
Dexterity - 5
Constitution - 3
Intelligence - 4
Charisma - 6
Perception - 6
Luck - 1
Corruption – 0

Rukarra:

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You stride slowly into the small clearing, your breasts exposed for the two of them to see. The man facing you initially doesn't see you, but as soon as you get close enough, he yells in alarm and falls backwards off the log he would be sitting on, scrambling for his pack as his partner also cries out, falling on his back and scrambling backwards. It's just then that they both stop at your words, and see your naked chest. They stare at you for a few seconds, completely frozen, before you notice a distinct bulge in the pants of the man closest to you. It's at this point their jaws hang open as they realize you're completely serious. This is then met by another noticeable bulge in the other man's pants.

Standing up slowly, they hesitantly look at one another, and then back at you. "What...Do you mean by that?" One of them warily asks, staring at your tits as he does.

Status:
Health: 28/29 (27+2
Mind: Lust-crazed. (-1 Intelligence)
Nutriments: Hungry. A bit parched.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Two battles axes, in masterful condition. Rusty, weak iron pauldrons. Leather bra and pants maintained perfectly.
Core:
Strength – 8
Dexterity - 5
Constitution - 6
Intelligence - 2 (-1)
Charisma - 1
Perception - 5
Luck - 4
Corruption - 3

Umbrage:

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(Roll: 4 [Charisma: 1 divided by 1/4 = 0] = 4) Unfortunately, due to your poor social skills, you don't get a bargain. At all. You end up spending five silver and thirty copper pieces, leaving you almost effectively broke. Never the less, you find a dark corner and replace your bad leather pieces with new ones, and you at least feel a little bit better knowing that you have full protection now. You sling your newly-acquired backpack over your shoulders, and head back to the magic cook.

She's still giving meals out and receiving money; You expect she must be packing with how many customers she gets. Never the less, she looks over to you and smiles, waving to you. You wait your turn in the lineup, and ask if you could spend the night with her. Her eyebrows raise at this, but she chuckles and nods to you, gesturing to come around the back. After you do, the door opens on its' own as the woman would still be handing out meals for coin, and you see the inside looks like a modest kitchen, with no bed or living quarters to speak of. Never the less, you close the door behind you and watch her occasionally walk to a stove, briefly utter a word, and presto, a perfectly-cooked meal appears, and all-too-quickly hovers from the stove to the woman's hand and becomes dormant, at which point she walks over to the counter and exchanges the meal for money.

It's quite an effective system, and you don't expect you could so such a thing without extensive training. Never the less, after the customers have died down a bit, she smiles to you and sits down on a stool. "My name is Angela. I already know who you are, but it seems you've got quite the support around here, as do most Crusaders. You didn't want to go outside at night? That's probably for the best, who knows what lurks in the shadows." She sighs, shivering slightly. "This isn't my home, this is just my workplace, so to speak. But if you'd like to spend the night with me still, I have a tent set up somewhere, I hope I remember where exactly..." She trails off, idly tapping her chin, before she blinks as she gets more customers and offers you an apologetic smile, attending to them.

Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: Pure.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 5 copper.
Mental Arsenal: Pulse wave, Regeneration, Shatter Barrier.
Equipment: Leather armor in good condition. Leather vambraces in good condition. Modified custom-made canesword in perfect condition and quality. Some sweets.
Core:
Strength – 5
Dexterity - 9
Constitution - 4
Intelligence - 5
Charisma - 1
Perception - 3
Luck - 2
Corruption - 0

Jeanne:

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Withdrawing the crystal from your jacket, you frown at it briefly, momentarily forgetting how to use it. That is, until your memory rushes back to you and you smile. Placing the crystal atop the back of your hand, you think the words "Ultima Bellum." And sure enough, your strength begins draining at an alarming rate, forcing you to grit your teeth together as it would feel like millions of piping-hot needles jab into your body from every direction at once. By the time the light from the crystal begins shining you're panting and sweating slightly, before you focus on the light being emitted from the crystal.

It looks as if the veins on your hand is glowing white, and the light travels to the crystal situated on top of it. This in turn, allows it to refine the light into a half-triangle. It points towards the forest, though it angles itself a bit to point a bit left of the heart of it. Once you memorize the selection of trees into the very far distance for where to go, you de-activate the crystal and gasp, drawing more air into your lungs. Pocketing the crystal, you're left with a sour taste in your mouth and your body with a sore ache. That was very unpleasant.

Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Exhausted. (-2 Strength, Constitution, Dexterity. -1 Perception.)
Affects: Half-demon. (+10 corruption.) Eyes are congested. (Difficult to see far-away things.)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Slayshade, Death's Melody, Reaper's Cloak, Shadowstep.
Equipment: Black leather gear in good condition, everything upkept to a very respectable degree. A belt, utterly broken, unable to hold anything whatsoever as it would be completely frayed, and ruined in some areas. A longsword of master quality, and along the guard is a blue gem infused with magical energy. The sword is enchanted, causing it to swing faster with the aid of magic from the user. (Note, it is not lighter, it propels itself based on your attack. It will automatically sap your mana as you use it, though it's a very slight drain, practically unnoticable.) A shortsword also of master's quality, but lacking an enchantment of sorts. A wand of perfect quality, oakwood infused with Vampire's Bane along with a pinch of Ghost Spices to give it a seamless casting ability.
Core:
Strength - 2 (-2)
Dexterity - 8 (-2)
Constitution - 4 (-2)
Intelligence - 7
Charisma - 2
Perception - 5 (-1)
Luck - 2
Corruption - 20

Vyn:

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As you explain that it isn't you who is hurt, the hooded individuals initially look confused, but your quick explanation stirs them to action. The man who was speaking to you tells everyone to wait here for him, and he ventures off with you down the path. "So, what's your name?" He asks as the two of you run, "Mine is Rork. I can use healing magic, though I'm not very good at it." He explains.

It's a good fifteen minutes before you're back where you first came onto the path, running past the dead wolf, until you see the two figures that were with you before. It seems the hulking man has stopped bleeding, but as of right now, he's passed out. The woman is having an extremely difficult time carrying him, and you can't help but expect the worst. Oh, no...

Rork however, runs past you and immediately tells the woman to lay him down. You watch on in despair, only hoping that Rork could actually heal him.

Status: 
Health: 24/24
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Thirsty. A tad famished.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Nature's Nourishment, Zephyr's Whisper, Charm Animal.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Elf race (Passive mana regeneration along with a slightly larger mana pool.)
Equipment: Light armor in perfect condition. A satchel in good shape, filled with: Blueberries.
Core: 
Strength – 5
Dexterity - 5
Constitution – 4
Intelligence – 5
Charisma – 3
Luck – 3
Corruption - 3

[MyLittleCossack]

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You pocket the journal after wiping your eyes, and resign both the food and the orc to stay outside. Standing up to examine the daylight's status, you frown and decide to just look around the small clearing outside the cave for anything you can find, gazing upon the orc's corpse in the process. Never the less, you set yourself to finding anything that could be useful. (Encounter roll: 1!) (Roll: 4) As you're searching but finding nothing, you hear the faint clanking of metal in the distance from up the path you've just came upon. It comes in regular, if heavy, intervals. It's almost like footsteps that stomp against the ground. You can even begin to see a shining light getting closer and closer to your clearing, as if the cause of the sound would have a white light source of some kind. It's coming down slowly but surely, and you probably don't have a lot of time to react or run.

Yvria can't help but groan in unrestrained frustration at the lack of anything useful around the cave entrance. The light mountain breezes being the only pleasant thing gained in the wasted effort, it all being rather cut short by the sudden, jarring sounds coming from higher up the trail. Day light was rapidly fading and a fight didn't sound very fun given her last experience. Not to mention whatever was coming her way sounded /much/ bigger than the Orc, not to mention the fact that lights were coming from whatever it was meant it wasn't a mental basketcase by any means. The cave, if found by the incoming being, would not be productive for fleeing or fighting should it boil down to that. Finding her best choice would be to attempt to hurriedly sneak herself behind a nearby outcropping of rocks and observe the newcomers would be best, she would scurry in the nearest uneven pile of stone and ore she could find. Should they find her and want her skinned, the way down the mountain was just a few feet away. But should all things go well, Yvria would just wait for them to pass.

[Majora]

Rukarra sighs as they didn't get her message as she wanted it, not understanding how some people can be so dumb. She decided to show them what she meant, "Here, this is what I mean, go ahead." She pulls down her leather pants as she waves her rear in the air back and forth hopefully thinking that maybe one of these idiots could get the message she needed some help.

[Reaver]

He was more powerful than she had originally guessed, boasting control over every type of magic she had suggest, save enchanting. Escape was his endgame, it surprised her but made sense In hindsight. Kiera knew she should have been able to seen that but she had been on guard against any attempts on her after the previous two fights earlier. She sat there silently, donning her cloak and cradling her crossbow while idly aiming it at Vincent. It was quite the dilemma, since now she knew all he wanted to do was escape his prison. "Perhaps your story is true, maybe it isn't I'll probably never know. However the fact that you were imprisoned here means that if I am wrong in this decision that someone could try to put you back in or something. I honestly don't particularly care since I'm probably supposed to be slaying something a whole lot more evil and stronger than you and well if I do kill it then you'll definitely be a cakewalk afterwards so... I am going to let you go." She said flatly as she walked over to the ancient parchment.

"You owe me for this so don't go running off to explore the world. I expect some magical gratitude for this so I hope you can poof up some magical armor or weapons or even some enchantments and spells. Deciding to free someone from magical bondage isn't the easiest choice to make after all." Tearing the paper off with a flourish. Thought that she had made an error immediately crossed her mind after the deed was done but there was nothing she could now except hope for the best and keep her crossbow aimed at the now free magic prodigy.