[h3][center]Ethan[/center][/h3]

The other hawk was thoroughly confused seeing go down, which gave Ethan an opening to try and smack the bird. His blow manages to strike the tip bird's wing, knocking a few feathers off, but it remains in the air long enough for it to build enough distance to try and dive bomb him, aiming for Ethan's eyes. Fortunately for him however, the strike he had made was enough to cause it to narrowly miss his head, flying right past his shoulder. Unfortunately for Ethan, he would get a loud, ear-piercing screech with next to his head as another arrow lands right inside the breast of the bloodhawk, causing it to immediately fall down onto Ethan and onto the ground. It twitched and convulsed as it tried to get back up, but the more it moved the faster it bled out. Seconds later, it was dead.

The red archer looked around for more threats but all was calm. She kept her bow in hand, grabbing a spear in the other, and slide down the hill to meet with Ethan. [color=9e0b0f]"Hey you alright? Bloodhawks, nasty little things. Not unusual for them to go after lone travelers, especially around this time. But you don't look like one of the villagers. In fact, you don't even look like you're from the town. Newcomer?"[/color] The girl asks as she takes her spear and makes sure the hawks are good and dead. Then she'd proceed to take out some rope and tie their dead bodies to the end of her spear, to carry off and eat for later.

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Bloodhawk Beak Attack = [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11834]7[/url]. Since AC is 10+Dex for Ethan, this attack misses Ethan.

Red Archer's Longbow = [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11835]22[/url]
Longbow Damage = [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11836]9[/url]
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[@Searat]

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[h3][center]Shem’et[/center][/h3]

Shem'et would find Selene lounging on a couch at her mother's bar, Underhaven, alongside her other cronies who seemed much more active then she was. Darc appeared to be studying a map of the town, with various locations marked in his foul demonic tongue. Gadget was working on some sort of gadget off to the side, it appeared to be a helmet of some sort. Servanus appeared to be drooling into glass vials, but was in fact collecting his own poison. They all looked up to Shem'et when she approached Selene, while Selene herself was simply sipping her drink lazily. [color=6ecff6]"Good question. I'm actually here for the same reason. I need to get a few things for a little quest I'm undertaking, but surprisingly enough my dear old mother is nowhere to be found. I [i]could[/i] just take what I need out from storage itself, but that might make some misunderstandings if she starts wondering who took her supplies when she wasn't at her bar."[/color] Selene says in her usual calm, yet slightly condescending tone of voice.

Finishing her drink she flipped her legs back down to the floor, only to cross one over the other as she looked at the tabaxi. [color=6ecff6]"But tell me what you need and I'll make sure Lucilia gets a note about it."[/color] Selene says with a smile. But it was a smile that was a mask, hiding some sort of intention. What intention it was, however, would requiring someone willing to try and look underneath that mask. 

[@ihinka]

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[h3][center]Livia | Katherine[/center][/h3]

Maeda kept up her polite, smiling demeanor as she watched and listened to the two sisters. Oh she could tell there was something between them. Maeda would need to play her cards carefully to in order to make sure things don't get too tense. Quickly thinking of something, first Maeda needed to get them into her den. Maeda's office was quiet large, as befitting someone of Maeda's physique, and well decorated. Fresh flowers on her desk, paintings of the landscape around the frontier, and of course beautiful tapestries and carpets. Both of the Fiore's would recognize the craftsmanship; these designs and the quality of the fabrics were quite high quality. There were also a few instruments neatly laid aside, including a pair of drums, an ivory flute, and a voil. Maeda made some tea for the two girls, using a snap of her finger to make the water the right temperature for tea. She made three cups, one for her and one for each girl.

There was three chairs in front of her desk, as well as a large bench where Maeda sits at behind her desk. This is where she sat down as she sipped her tea and looked at the two girls. First she addressed Livia. [color=fff200]"Let me begin by saying that I've actually been expecting you, Livia. The mayor had informed us of your arrival and I've been quiet excited to work with you. I've heard you're more capable then most when it comes to magic, so I intend to see you grow and prosper."[/color] Maeda then reached inside one of the drawers on her desk and took out what appeared to be some sort of clockwork bird. It was eerily realistic aside from the fact it was obviously made of metal instead of flesh and feathers. 

[color=fff200]"As you may imagine, the crypt holds many untold dangers. What the mayor likely hasn't told you yet is that there [i]are[/i] notable dangers down there, and not just the natural hazards one may expect underground. There has been an actual sighting of zombie-like entities located within the crypt, and of course the Mayor wants to make sure that they don't get out. So far they haven't seem to notice the opening and there has been no skirmishes between the undead and the militia. That being said, the mayor is more concerned about potential hazards laying within the crypt that can't simply be forced through. While I have no doubt our local soldiers can easily handle a zombie or two, they can't exactly fight off a poison cloud. Additionally I've sensed some sort of magic deep within this crypt, however unless I can get closer all I can sense is it's presence, no telling what it might be or what it does. Which is why I have created this creature here."[/color]

Maeda tapped the side of the bronze bird's body. [color=fff200]"I call it a Stymphalian Bird, after a small village back in the mainland since that's where I found this contraption. I believe with the proper rituals and components, this bird can be utilized as a familiar. And thanks to it's sturdy nature, it should be able to survive any poison gas that might be down there. If you can help me get a few more components for this little guy, I'll teach you how to attune to him so you can use him like a familiar. I have my own of course, but this way we'll have two eyes in there instead of just one."[/color]

[@Rune_Alchemist][@Pyromania99]

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[h3][center]Antaeus[/center][/h3]

After a few setbacks, Antaeus paused and looked around. Using not just his eyes but his ears too. Listening to what might be around that could help him. There was a slight breeze in the air. The area was oddly quiet, with only the distant sounds of birds and bugs. It smelled salty here, with the wet scent of mud too. That's when he'd pick up on one thing that stood out among the rest. The cry of a deer. It was a bit far, far enough that if he wasn't listening he might've not have heard it. But because he did he would also notice something else. Back in the forest further up north appeared to be a few fallen saplings, snapped in half as if they've been ran over. No doubt by the white stag. And sure enough if Antaeus looked around further, he'd find more proof that this northward path was the right direction to go; more deer tracks, with scratches on the underside of the taller branches. Not only that but there were some long white hairs scattered about, perhaps due to the implied fighting the White Stag had just gotten into.

Wherever the stag was, whatever he was doing, Antaeus had found a new trail to follow. Wherever the stag was going he was going quickly; unlike the route the beast took to the salt lake, this path out appeared to have been made more hastily. Perhaps the stag was running from something. Or chasing something. Either way that was for Antaeus to find out.

[@Zeroth]

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[h3][center]Kael[/center][/h3]

Getting to the garrison was a simple enough task. There were a plenty of young men and women there training, either in groups or individuals, training with weapons and armors, as well as generally exercising. The exercises consisted of mostly jogging and weight lifting, with men and women alive carrying large sacks while they moved around and tried to follow various commands such as jumping, crouching, laying down, crouching, and jumping up again. Ashley was already there talking to another person, a rather large burly man carrying a large target over his shoulder. When she see's Kael she waves him over as the man leaves. [color=ed1c24]"Kael! Over here!"[/color]

When the young elf does arrive, Ashley leads him to a fairly open area in the garrison. Not too far away was a large orcish man bristling with scars,with a completely shaven head and a notable bread, missing an eye and a hand, drilling a group of recruits through some sort of pike formation. It mainly consisted a lot like what the other people were doing with the weights; one shout had one group crouch, another had them laying down, and the last one had the previous group that was laying down jump to their feet. In any case Ashley walked up to kael and poked his chest. [color=ed1c24]"First we need to get an idea of what you're capable of. Let's start with a simple sprint. I want you to run from this side of the training ground to the other side and back. I'm going to time you to see how fast you can do this."[/color] The training ground was fairly large, being roughly a square going 100 feet by 100 feet. [color=ed1c24]"Go as fast as you can. On my mark. Get ready.... Set... GO!"[/color]

[@Guy0fV4lor]

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[center][h3]Darunia[/h3][/center]

As the young drow approached the gate, the two guards on duty immediately took notice. Drow were not unfamiliar to Underhaven, and they had a few of them living nearby, but rarely would they ever see them walking about during the day. In a perfect soecity everyone was welcomed to the Frontier Town, but after recent attacks by orcish raiders, only a few personally escorted to the town hall were allowed free reign. And normally, the guards wouldn't even bother most travelers; they're just here to watch out for trouble. But for these young, inexperienced gate watchers, a drow was trouble. When Darunia approached the guards raised his hand to halt him. [b]"Hold it there. State your business traveler."[/b] He said in a stoic, professional tone. The other guard simply watched, his hand gripping his spear. These were two young men, probally fifteen or sixteen years old, but quite large for their size; they were about as big as Darunia, and the one who spoke was quite a bit more burly. It made his spear look almost comically too small for him.

[@The Large Dumbo]