[center][h3][color=ed1c24]Children of Ivalice[/color][/h3][/center]

	[@Lugia] As the Robert and his guide reached the top of the stairs, the red-dressed Viera would halt in her tracks as she used her hand to flag him onwards, "This one agrees... Reluctantly." As the two continue across the wooden platform, any glance downward would see the duo above the roofs below. Compared to even the sparsely bustling street to which you've been accustomed, the walls population is even more scarce; seeing only a handful of mages and archers lining the wall. Though they armed with only the bare minimum -and shoddily kept as well- it's obvious they are trying to maintain high spirits; cracking jokes and regaling stories amongst each other as they gaze out over the fields before the city.

	This walk would continue for only a minute longer, a slender -yet firm- hand would attempt to hold the Nu Mou in place. It'd only take a minute to see why, as a human male: dressed in green robes, carrying a silver rod, and wearing a rather peculiar orange horn on his forehead; strode up to you before haulting.

	"Lord, Summoner," the female's voice behind Robert spoke out, causing the man before him to bow his head slightly.

	"Lady Trist, I take it this is the one Vernire spoke of?" As the Summoner lifted his head, he'd begin eyeing over the black mage before him, "I see... Well, I'm sure more fire spells would help against the undead. You do know the fire spell, right Mr.-?"

	[@Evanist]Erion's walk would be a fairly long one, as the stables would reside on the other side of town near the barracks. Sure enough, a variety of creatures were stationed here, ranging from the docile chocobo, to the fierce wyverns that snapped at anyone but their rider. The human that had greeted him was the town's stable master, though only recently so as the previous master had passed mere days before. As Erion steeled himself for what was to come, he couldn't help but feel his luck would be tested-


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[b]Erion[/b]: LCK of [b]8[/b]

[b]Modifiers[/b]:

[b]Strange new species[/b] (-5)
[b]Handling Experience[/b] (+5)
[b]Creature stationed[/b] (+2)

[b]Assistance[/b]:

[b]Handler Ryan[/b]: (+2)
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[center][h3]Results[/h3]
[b]Target[/b]: [b]10[/b]

[b]Actual[/b]: [b]12[/b][/center]
[center][h3]Success![/h3][/center]
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As the corral came into view, a few chocobos of multiple colors could be seen idly scratching at the straw beneath their feet. Though not to far away, the snarling and growling of a wyvern could be heard, it doesn't seem to have any effect on these birds as they curiously raise their head to see the Moogle approaching their pin.

[center][h3]Shepards of Ylisse[/h3][/center]


	[@Eklispe][@Cyrania] "Oi! Who's side are you on, exactly?!" The mercenary chimed in as the taguel offered to lay him out for their hosts. Seeming a bit disgruntled himself, both Arus and Jo-Anne could tell that the situation was swiftly getting out of hand. Yet, they both tried to settle the dispute-

[hider=Stat Logs]
[b]Arus[/b]: LCK of [b]6[/b]
[b]Jo-Anne[/b]: Lck of [b]7[/b]

[b]Modifiers[/b]:

[b]High Tension[/b] (-5)
[b]Unknown Populus[/b] (-5)
[b]Obnoxious Ally[/b] (-2)
[b]Common Enemy[/b] (+3)
[b]Appology[/b] (+3)
[b]New Friends[/b] (+3)
[b]Offering to assitance[/b] (+2)

[b]Assistance[/b]:

[b]Livia the Viera[/b] (+3)
[b]Cedwic the Moogle[/b] (+3)

[b]Special[/b]:

[b]The enemy has a name?![/b] (?)
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[center][h3]Results[/h3]
[b]Target[/b]:
[b]15[/b]

[b]Actual[/b]:
[b]18(?)[/b][/center]

[center][h3]Success![/h3][/center]
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and manage to difuse the situation. The two who had just greeted the taguel steped in beside the would be aggressors, the Viera placing a hand on the scaled one's shoulder.

"Your ire is misplaced, Va'gaji. These merely seek to aid us," Though spoken in a matter of fact tone, one could tell the Viera was attempting to calm the flustered creature.

"She's right, kupo. Look at their weapons and mounts! They could've given us alot of trouble by now if they wanted to, kupo," the one calling himself a moogle- his feet planted upon the soil- tugging at the hand of the porcine man.

Almost reluctantly, the scaled-one sighed and shrugged his shoulders, "Fine, fine..." His eyes now focused on Jo-Anne, "You spoke of a 'Grima'. Is that the Beast?" Those around the one called Va'gaji now turned their full attention to the Taguel.

"Wow... Defused the situation almost entirely. I'm impressed," As Arus looked over to inspect the source of the voice, he could see a ornately armored human on one of those feathered creatures. The man could be seen smiling beneath his chain-mail coif, merely eyeing over the situation.

[center][i]A sudden connection is made. Arus and Jo-Anne feel a slight kinship grown in the face of their ordeals. Rank D established[/i][/center]