[center][color=f6989d][u][h3]Saber[/h3][/u]
[u]Forest Outskirts, West Side[/u][/color][/center]

The forest... Imposing. Dark. Gloomy. But Saber didn't care about any of that stuff. For the past hour+ she'd been doing nothing but ranting about the priest. [color=f6989d]"Who does he think he is telling me I can't read his stupid religious texts? Just because I'm dead! Oh that ignorant savage! I'm a Archbishop! Even in death I outrank his moldy ugly face!"[/color] She was indeed beauty, grace, and more than willing to punch somebody in the face. Her foot ground into the dirt, as she continued to swear about. Clearly displeased, and a mixture of other raw emotions. Were she not a professional, she would have stormed back to the church, frozen the priest for treason, and sat down in a corner to read the bible for ten hours straight. Nothing like a good reminder of Saul's trials to put one back on the right path. 

But now, as she was loyal to the man who summoned her, she stood on the western outskirts. Her blade ready to defend anybody it required, or kill those of lesser value. No doubt she could unleash the blade's true power, as the cold probably wouldn't bother Berserker. So she could blast him, and cut him free later. 
[color=f6989d]"This war... Ugh, it's so tactical. Back in my day we would all gather in a big field and start hacking away at each other. Best at hacking without being hacked was the winner."[/color] Her blade snapped at a nearby blade of grass, freezing it before it simply shattered. [color=f6989d]"Well, whatever lies ahead, I'm going to kill it. Bring its body back to the priest, and have him open whatever secrets he is hiding up for judgement. I loath secrets, but if there is something I'll never loathe it's the idea of lord Charlemagne picking me up in his muscular arms. Squeezing me tight to his chest so that I can listen to his heartbeat~"[/color] She trailed off into fantasy, leaving everybody around her to simply drone her out. 
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[center][color=00aeef][u][h3]Vladimir Moroz[/h3][/u]
[u]Forest Outskirts, North Side[/u][/color][/center]

[color=00aeef]"You see, the advantage of starting in the north, and going south, is that you know the worst the world has to offer is behind you. The south is beaches and paradise, but the north is an everlasting winter."[/color] It was such a strange way to think about it, but the Alchemist stood with his chosen group, caster by his side. [color=00aeef]"You see, the trick to all magecraft is association. If you associate going south with bringing the winter with you, than your strength rises. I'm sure Caster could explain it with a greater depth of understanding, but that just distracts from the conceptualization."[/color]

Eventually though, he ended this with a sigh. [color=00aeef]"To be honest, we should have gone with Berserker. A caster class amplifying a Berserker would have been truly frightening."[/color]