[center] [h1][b][u]Carn[/u][/b][/h1] & [h1][b][u]Aurielle[/u][/b][/h1] [/center] Nothing was going on. Nothing happened. Nothing has happened for several weeks now. Auriëlle lost count. The days of guarding the Redspears’ bit of wall were blurring together. The wall itself was just two wooden palisades, the space between them packed with dirt and earth so that the defenders would have something to stand upon. The last memorable thing that happened were the people of the city trying to riot and seize the granaries. She never had an issue with killing trolls or armed brigands but she thought she would have drawn the line at mothers and fathers. Apparently not. Their blood was still on her hands. On slow days, like today, the memory came up again and again. Auriëlle had convinced herself that she had been lenient and careful. That she had only wounded most. She also told herself that what she did was necessary. It had to be. With those thoughts churning through her head she watched over the field beyond the walls. Further away she could see the silhouette of the enemy’s camp in the darkness, marked by torches. Closer to the walls were the various barricades. Put up just outside the range of archers. Her thoughts were interrupted when Carn wordlessly stepped up beside her, and offered her a waterskin. She took a small sip before she handed it back. Rationing was important now. “Slow day.” She said as she tried to break the silence. “Almost makes you wish they’d attack.” “Not quite as exciting as we expected,” Carn remarked. They had only been able to participate in a single battle, under the banner of the King of Jalka, who had seen fit to attack the Queen of Merok. Neither of these monarchs controlled anything beyond a walled town and a few villages, but they both coveted each other’s lands. That battle had ended in a defeat, even despite Aurielle’s magic. Fortunately the Redspears had been well-positioned, and were able to withdraw with minimal casualties. The same could not be said for the rest of Jalka’s army. Only one hundred or so made it out, not counting the Redspears or the other mercenaries. Now most of those mercenaries were gone, having deserted against the unfavourable odds. The remainder had been absorbed into the Redspears. They had withdrawn back to Jalka’s ‘capital’, and now they were under siege by a force of nearly one thousand men. The Jalkan King had desperately recruited some of the townspeople into a militia, but even then, that only brought them two hundred additional warriors, all of them inexperienced and poorly-equipped. “A pity there aren’t more fun ways to use our time,” Carn said wistfully. Auriëlle scowled at Carn. He was fun for most of the time but sometimes she just wanted to sear his skin off. “I could’ve killed that hag.” Auriëlle then said, further ignoring his remark. She couldn’t even touch the queen on the battlefield though. Not with the rainbow-eyed mage beside her majesty. He had blocked all her sorceries. The fact that half her magics were stopped by some pompous noble who just happened to have been born with a talent for actual spells had vexed her more than she admitted. “I still don’t understand how that fireball managed to only hit me and nobody else,” Carn remarked, wincing as he recalled a rather painful experience with one of the enemy’s mages. Auriëlle’s thoughts went to Acadia for a moment, where she read about how some spells were more complex than others. She hadn’t told Carn about Acadia yet. He hadn’t asked either. Just as she hadn’t asked about Thyma. Luckily Acadia hadn’t tried to kill her just yet. “Complex spells can be very precise.” She remarked. “The fact is that someone really wants you dead. Seems like that hag knows who you are.” “She didn’t know enough, clearly,” Carn remarked. It had been a simple enough matter of dousing him with water, and then a minute later he was back in the fight - even if his armour had been a bit charred. “At least we’re going to be relieved soon,” he said. “Perhaps-” His voice was cut off by the sound of a horn from the enemy camp. “Oh,” he said, his relaxed expression turning grim. Hundreds of shadows sprang forth forth, heading toward their section of wall. Carn could just make out what appeared to be the shapes of ladders and ramps, each carried by several men. He pulled a signal horn from his belt, brought it to his lips, and blew, warning the town of the impending attack. Then he drew his sword. “Prepare for battle!” he shouted. Mere moments later, more horns were heard elsewhere in the town, where the town’s gate was located. It was a double-assault, Carn realized. But he could not be in two places at once. All they could do was hold position here and hope the men at the gate did the same. Auriëlle smiled and then even grinned. “Finally!” She exclaimed as she saw the torches beginning to move. She quickly checked her vambrace’s straps to see if it was secure, then looked up again. Her happiness quickly faded. “That’s…a lot of torches.” She said. “Really a lot of torches.” Her heart began to shrink in her chest. But then the man rose up and ran up next to her. Ready to fight. She took a slow breath and steadied herself. “Mind your men Carn. I’m going to do everything I can to slow them down.” She said as she walked up to the nearby tower, which was really nothing more than an elevated wooden platform, and climbed up to it. The four archers of the tower were right behind her. Solenia and Kahlin took position further away from her, with the rest of the Redspears. Carn shouted orders, alerting his men and bringing them to the wall’s edge, with spears at the ready. The mages instead prepared their spells, ready to fling fire and ice down upon the enemy. The attackers didn’t look like people. They looked like a moving black mass. The torches made them look even darker somehow. Auriëlle’s heart was beating faster now, even though the only thing she could hear was the occasional horn. The four archers around her strung their bows and knocked their first arrow. Then they joined Auriëlle in waiting. She had imagined there’d be more noise. More yelling. Instead everything was far too quiet. “Archers at the ready!” Some veteran yelled. She forced herself not to turn around and find him. The archers around her did as he commanded and pulled their arrows back. The seconds felt like minutes now. Her mind was already anticipating the order. When will it fall? Let it fall. Let him yell it. Let the arrows loose. Let her loose. “Loose!” She heard the veteran say. Combined several twangs coming from the bows. Before she knew it, all arrows were loose and the archers were already busy nocking their second arrow. There was no loose now. Just archers releasing their arrows as fast as they could. For a moment she was frozen. Then she outstretched her arm and began to release her own bolts of fire. It was like throwing darts into a river. A few attackers fell with the first volley, but there simply weren’t enough archers to make a significant enough dent in the invading army. The firebolts were considerably more successful, each one setting one or two men alight and sending their nearby comrades into panic. But the rest of the army pressed on, stepping over or around their struck comrades, even as those who were on fire flailed and screamed. The fire bolts suddenly stopped, though the drizzle of arrows continued. For a second the attackers thought they were safe and pressed their attack. They ran faster towards the wall. Some tripped and fell over the uneven, highland terrain. Then a small bolt of fire was lobbed from the walls. They readied their shields, assuming it was another bolt. It wasn’t. From the elevated platform Auriëlle could see her fire explode from the tiny orb, coating six guys in searing fire. She let them burn for a moment until she raised her hand. The flames flared up, catching two more who came too close. It wasn’t enough. She prepared another fireball between her hands. “Carn!” She yelled from the platform. “Get ready!” Meanwhile, the militia had finally been roused, and climbed the wall to support the mercenaries. There were nearly a hundred of them, under command of the King’s own brother. The attackers then began to raise their ramps and ladders, swinging the heavy pieces of wood against the wall. Carn and his men attempted to push them back, while the enemies on the ground tried to hold them in place so that their comrades could ascend. And ascend they did, scrambling up single-file. From time to time one would fall, struck by an arrow or simply losing his grip, but the men below him carried on. A wall of spears awaited the besiegers at the top, lunging out to strike the attacking soldiers as their heads and torsos came into view. The first to make it the top always died, but once again, the men behind them carried on. Some were able to deflect or block the spear thrusts, and began grappling with the wall’s defenders. Carn held back one ladder by himself, keeping the attackers at bay with swift and precise swings. Elsewhere, one man screamed a prayer to Cadien and threw himself forward, impaling himself on the spears but successfully driving the defenders back long enough for the man behind him to get his feet on the wall. By the time he was killed and his body pushed out of the way, two more men were behind him. They were beginning to make a foothold. The shouting Auriëlle imagined she would’ve heard began in earnest now. She didn’t relent though. Fires were raging down on the ground. Engulfing enemies. Every time she used her magic she managed to kill at least a handful. Every time her heart beat a little fuller. Then one of her orbs she lobbed bend away from where it should’ve landed. Instead it fell amid a burning patch of the ground, harming exactly nothing. “Cadien’s curse.” She said as she prepared another orb. When she lobbed it, it too suddenly changed course and fell away from her target. She stopped her attack for a moment and squinted her eyes, trying to find her quarry. It was hard to focus. She never saw from where the first bolt of fire came, though she managed to create a momentary ward. The bolt fell upon a crystal-like dome which quickly vanished again. “Come on. Come on. Show yourself.” She kept saying to herself. After the third bolt she found her prey. When he tried to make another bold she reached out towards the fire in his hand. She poured all her rage into it. The mage’s bolt exploded in his hand. Fire surged around him. Auriëlle raised her hand again and the fire flared up even higher. Making it visible across their front. The mage served as an example. All who would dare defy her would die. The screams began to sound like a chorus now as she continued to rain down fire upon her foes. Followed by simple bolts of green light that fell down upon the enemy. When it hit their shields, roots sprang from the wood and entangled their arm. The thin roots tightened around their arms, cutting into the flesh and drawing blood. Small pebbles fell harmlessly from the raised platform as well. Once they hit the ground though, jagged rocks sprang forth from the earth. Crushing and blocking the attackers. It wasn’t enough. She couldn’t break the tide and her magic began to wear down on her. “Where are you.” She said to herself as she flung her sorceries. Her eyes tried to find her true targets amongst the fray. They kept eluding her though. Despite her fatigue she also felt a power she hadn’t felt before. Not even on the battlefield. She felt untouchable as she rained down death from above. Was this how gods felt? Back on the wall, the foothold had expanded. A small knot of warriors was engaged in a brutal, grinding melee against the local militia. Carn saw this in the corner of his eye, and cursed. He lunged his blade into the gut of another attacker, then turned his head. “You lot!” he shouted to a small group of men that had just arrived. “Hold here!” They complied, one skewering the man who just replaced the one that Carn had slain. Carn himself disengaged, moving toward the mob of militia that was slowly being pushed back. Casting aside his shield, he drew a dagger and pushed his way through the mass of men, until he came face to face with the enemy. The sapphire ring on his finger began to glow. Carn had learned long ago what its purpose was: it greatly improved his reflexes. And here, on this wall, it proved its worth. Time seemed to slow down. He slashed, stabbed, jabbed, and parried. He spat in men’s faces and kicked them in their most vulnerable regions. Red liquid ran through his hair and down his face. Soon, it became difficult to maintain a grip on his own sword, for his hand was slick with blood. He let out a wordless battlecry as he became lost in the madness. Auriëlle had fallen in the very same haze of blood as she threw her own wrath down upon the enemy. She was so focused upon bringing death that she never saw the blue light further away. It was too late when she saw the bolt of lightning being released at her. She could only turn her right arm at it. Arcs of lightning burned across her vambrace, tracing grooves of smoldering wood in them. The lightning then shot away from her, to the right. Hitting the two archers beside her and killing them instantly. Despite her deflection, the strength of the spell slammed her back.. It felt like she woke up from a dream and was thrown straight into hell. The smell of burned flesh and smoke hit her hard. Her ears were ringing, making everything sound distant and mute. Something felt like it was burning on her arm. She looked. The vambrace was still smoldering. She ripped open the straps and released her arm. Light flashed over her. It was instantly followed by another deafening crack of thunder. Which made her curl up on the platform with her hands over her ears. Her heart felt like it would break her chest as her body was locking up. She didn’t want to die here. Not like this. Tears began to flow from her eyes as the pain and fear crippled her. Behind her she felt two more bodies dropping to the floor. Down on the wall, the attackers were pushed back. Carn and the militia, the latter inspired by the former’s example, were beginning to kill them faster than they could climb up. Then Carn pulled his blade free from a warrior’s guts, only to shove the man aside and find himself face to face with another foe who was still in the process of climbing the ladder. There were no more attackers left on this section of wall. With a grin, Carn deflected man’s clumsy attempt at a slash, and swung his own blade across the attacker’s throat. He then seized a pitchfork from one of the militia behind him, and attempted to use it to push the ladder back. Those around him saw his efforts, and pressed their own spears, scythes, and pitchforks against the ladder’s top rung. Every muscle in Carn’s body strained until, finally, the ladder fell backward, sending the dozen or so men still on it hurtling to the ground below. Carn and the men with him cheered. But the triumph was short-lived, for Carn’s gaze was drawn elsewhere, and he saw that two more footholds had opened up. With a yell of frustration, he made his way to reinforce the nearest one. Something was scaling the ladder. Auriëlle felt the faint shaking on her platform. Were they on the walls already? Was she going to die by a simple dagger? A fist grabbed her by her collar and dragged her over the edge of the platform. She fell down on the tough ground beneath. The wind was knocked out of her lungs. A sudden pang of pain pushed all other sensation away again. She clutched her arm, it was bleeding. The pain was excruciating. Though her fingers could still move. That was good. “You’re a’right lass.” A grizzled, old man said as he suddenly appeared before her. He held a piece of cloth which he was rapping around her arm. She looked above. The platform was burning up now. “You’re a’right.” He repeated. Her heart slowed down a little. Enough to get a bearing of her situation. When he was done, he offered her his waterskin. This time around she took a few greedy gulps from it. It was water, just water. Yet it tasted like the best wine she ever drank. “Now listen up lass. They’ve got a mean one down there. You know what I’m talkin’ about. None of us can kill him. You can. You understand lass? You kill him.” With those words said, the veteran vanished again. In truth he followed Carn into the next fray. To Auriëlle, he just vanished. She knew she was in pain. Her body wasn’t right. Yet all sensations began to feel distant. Muted. The pain just wasn’t that important anymore. Slowly she managed to get up and flexed her right arm. The bandages had faint lines of red on them but that was the worst of it. Lightning flashed overhead, followed by deafening thunder again. It didn’t rattle her as much. Her heart began to race but she was determined to see it through. She began to scan the field below. In the distance she saw that now familiar blue light. Her hate flared up. She would punish all who dared to use magic against her. That was the promise she made at the beginning of the siege. She would see it fulfilled. Galdezor had been queen’s faithful servant even before she knew he was born. As a man of 45 now, he had learned about the many mysteries of magic. With the help of his brothers and sisters. Many of them asked to travel with him and find distant lands with different magics or to find the sun’s daughter and her legendary teacher. He refused every quest. All that mattered was Merok and his queen. So he would be damned if some upstart sorceress would best him in the field of battle. He almost had her, though through some miracle she managed to deflect his lightning. At least he hit her because her crude sorceries stopped. Now he was scanning the walls in search of her. When his rainbow eyes found her, he smirked and charged his bolt. Then he heard an unfamiliar sound. The sound of air being sucked towards a single point. He barely caught it beside him. A wave of translucent heat came surging at him. It didn’t hit him fully, no. It hit his left side. His entire left arm and a big chunk of his side were gone. Turned to ashes in an instant. He was flung through the air by the sudden force hitting him and landed hard. Then the pain came. Auriëlle breathing was ragged now. She dropped her arm. The power had worked. The lightning stopped, yet her foe wasn’t dead yet. She knew it. She wanted it that way. She wanted him to feel what she had felt. The fall of the mage sent a wave of panic through those who were still on the ground. After seeing one of their ladders fall, and the others displaying very little in the way of progress, the army finally began to break. Men turned and fled for the safety of the camp, out of the range of Aurielle’s spells or the archers’ arrows. The men still on the upper halves of the ladders carried on upward, oblivious to their routing comrades. Though they climbed for victory, they would find only death. The footholds no longer had reinforcements, and their numbers were eventually worn down until the last handful who remained tried to surrender. But no mercy was given. Soon after, the remaining ladders were pushed off or knocked over. The wall had been defended, but at great cost. Corpses were piled before the ladders, and some men collapsed in exhaustion. Carn could count maybe twenty survivors of the original thirty men in his company. Twenty other mercenaries had stood with them, but were now ten. Of the hundred militia who came to their aid, three quarters of their number remained. But the attackers had fared far worse. For every defender that had fallen, three or four foes had been slain. Cheers began to ring out, and a weary smile crossed Carn’s face. He was spent. The sounds of battle carried on in the distance, as the fight for the gate continued to rage. He cast a gaze in that direction, wondering if he should go to support them. Then the King’s brother approached him. The Prince of Jalka was clad in copper and leather, with a fine bronze blade commissioned from distant Ketrefa. He saluted Carn with that same blade, which was now stained red. “You fought well,” the Prince complimented. “The battle still continues at the gate,” Carn warned. “My brother will see those fools off, have no fear,” the Prince said. “He has a better position, and more men. I sent the other half of the militia to him.” He gestured to the fleeing figures. “We have to stay here, and prepare. Those wretches might launch a renewed assault.” “I see,” Carn noted, hoping that would be enough. “Is the hag dead yet?” Auriëlle sounded thoroughly out of breath. Yet that wouldn’t stop her. Carn clearly wasn’t the only one targeted. She would have the queen’s crown for the orders she gave her wizard. The Prince shrugged. “If I had to guess, she’s with the force attacking the gate. If she led from the front, she might be.” He frowned. “Don’t get any ideas. You’re in no state to go running halfway across the town, and we still need you here.” A sorceress’ look could kill, especially Auriëlle’s. Anger flared up in her as the prince told her she couldn’t get to the gates. In fact she took two steps towards the ladder with all intent to prove him wrong. Just to spite him. Then her body refused to make the next step. In fact she dropped to a knee and then slowly sat down. Her right arm began to burn fiercely and her back felt as if it was broken. “Fine.” She sneered. “The king better pay us a bonus for all this crap.” Carn sat down next to her, and the Prince said nothing. [hr] Eventually, the noise from the gates did settle down, and soon a messenger came to report that the assault there had also been repelled. Carn, Aurielle, and the rest of the company were sent back down to get some much-needed rest. The next morning, the Meroki army retreated, and the siege was lifted. The Queen had survived. Most of her army was still intact, but she had taken too many losses to risk another attempt. Even if she took the town, holding it might be rendered impossible. So instead she withdrew from Jalka, burning and pillaging all that lay in her path. The Redspear company were hailed as heroes, notable as being among the few warriors for hire who did not abandon the town when the situation turned dire. They were given their payment in goods, as was often the case, with a small bonus, and then sent on their way. Carn had been bitter at losing a third of his warband, but fortunately he had been able to convince several other fighters to join him and replenish their numbers. The King had attempted to hire them on permanently, offering further rewards, but he was refused. [hr] “Well,” Carn said three days later, as they passed through the gate which had been broken by a battering ram during the assault. That same battering ram lay discarded to the side - a large tree trunk, stripped of all branches. “I hope we can both agree we never want to be put in that situation again,” he said to Aurielle. Auriëlle remained silent. The sight of mothers and wives mourning their sons and husbands was burned into her mind. She had traveled from Acadia all the way to Evenstar. In that journey she had seen many upstart kingdoms like Jalka. Was the same happening there? The bandages around her arm were still white now. The bleeding had stopped. Even more important, after the battle she had found her vambrace. The lightning had carved deep, black grooves into the piece of wood but it was still entirely in one piece. It was still on her arm. There were many peasants around the gate and in the field. Some of them were still looting the dead. Others were busy digging mass graves for the nameless dead. One stood out. A man clad in a thick cloak. His face hidden by a hood. He held a gnarled staff in one hand. For some reason he just stood next to the road, watching the gate. Waiting. Until he caught sight of Auriëlle’s vambrace. He hurried over her, betraying his younger age. “My lady…” he said. “I beg a moment.” “what is it?” She sneered. “I come to deliver Galdezor’s final words.” He said, as he reached for his hood. Auriëlle summoned fire to her hand. Ready to burn what she assumed would be an assassin. Though the name Galdezor meant nothing to her. Not until the stranger’s hood was removed. Revealing the man’s rainbow eyes. “Find the sorceress.” The unhooded stranger said. “’Find her and ask for her truth. Her power is not something a mortal could have. I beg of you, brothers and sisters. The world should know.’ Those were Galdezor’s final words. He told us what you did, my lady. He even showed us all your annihilating power.” “You want to kill me now? For killing your friend.” Auriëlle asked. She didn’t let her guard down. The stranger shook his head. “On the contrary, my lady. I’ve come to ask you how you became blessed by the god of magic.” “Wait… what?” asked Carn, who had barely been paying attention until now. Auriëlle repeated Carn. “Blessed, my lady. Surely you know. That wave you unleashed upon Galdezor. We all saw it. We all agreed such a thing is not possible, not even with the strongest spells we know. It is such a pure manifestation of destruction that none of us could even imagine creating it.” The man kneeled before her. “I- No. We, my brothers and sisters everywhere ask you how you were blessed by Aurius.” People stopped and formed a half-circle around Auriëlle, Carn and the Servant now. Curious of why a generally powerful wizard was now kneeling. “Get up. Get up!” Auriëlle said as she pulled the Servant to his feet by his arms. “I’m not blessed, you hear me? I’m not blessed. He is! Ask him! Alright? Ask him!” She was pointing at Carn. Carn frowned. “A bit bold of you to assume divine intervention,” he said to the stranger. “Just because you haven’t seen that sort of magic before doesn’t mean it must be the work of a god.” “We are certain divinity is involved, Lord Carn.” The Servant held his ground. Then turned back to Auriëlle. “You must have realized by now that you are no common sorceress. Sorcery is not that strong. If you are not blessed by Aurius then surely you were blessed by another.” “I-I don’t know.” Auriëlle said. “I don’t remember a blessing.” The memory of the obelisk flashed through her mind. Before she couldn’t even make fire. After she could burn animals. Now she could literally erase people. The Servant frowned for a moment. “Druids could know.” He muttered, though he clearly didn’t like his own idea. “They have a…closer connection with the gods.” Memories flashed before Carn’s eyes, of all the druids he had met. Starting with Kaer Mirh, the useless old fool who lost his brother. But others had been considerably more helpful. “They have magic of their own, which they claim comes from the gods,” he shrugged. “It might be worth a shot.” Something deep inside of her told her the rainbow eyed man was speaking the truth. Her powers hadn’t been normal in the last two years. She had won far too many mage duels. Slowly she reached behind her neck and took off the ruby amulet Carn had given her way back in Evenstar. She handed it over to Carn and said: “I’ll be back for that so don’t lose it.” With those words she quickly walked away from the group. She never looked back, even though it hurt her heart. This was her first goodbye. Goodbye to the Solenia, Kahlin, to the Redspears and Carn. She assured herself a quick leave was just for the best. Carn furrowed his brow at the amulet, and then watched her leave with an expression of bewilderment. “Where are you going!?” he called out to her. “I don’t know! I’m going to find a druid.” She yelled back, without turning away. She guessed she should find a druid, though the bastards were constantly on the move. There was one place she had heard about though. Somewhere far off into the north. A place where there were always druids. Competent ones, even. The answer only confused him further. Carn opened his mouth, but closed it, as he couldn’t think of anything to say. She wasn’t telling him the full truth, and she clearly wanted to be alone. And yet… would she come back? He stared at the ruby amulet in his palm, and closed his hand around it. He hoped so. [hider=Summary]Carn, Auriëlle and the Redspears were hired by the king of Jalka to fight in his war against the queen of Merok. Their offscreen first battle ends in a defeat and they are forced back into Jalka’s capital. Which ends up besieged by the queen. The attack stars several weeks later at night. The Redspears are tasked with defending a section of the wall. Auriëlle, meanwhile, throws magic from on high into the army that outnumbers them. One mage is able to deflect her sorceries and even attack her with his own magic. She quickly makes an example out of him. Carn, meanwhile, valiantly defends the walls against the enemy that manage to get on the walls. Together with his Redspears. He uses the sapphire Ring of Dexterity to dominate his enemies. Cutting them down one after the other. He and his men eventually push back the invaders at one ladder. Though he then sees two more footholds on the walls by other ladders and proceeds to go and cut those down as well. Auriëlle is hit by a bolt of lightning. She manages to deflect the bolt but it still burns her arm. She’s also thrown to the floor of her platform and begins to panic. As she realized she was nearly dead. Killed by another mage who continues to attack her position. A veteran gets her off the platform and snaps her out of her panic. She then proceeds to annihilate the left arm and side of the enemy Servant who attacked her. With his death, the attack on the wall falters. The Redspears and militia that reinforced them prepare to move towards the gate but the Prince of Jalka stops them. Telling them the situation is well under control. Three days later another Servant tells Auriëlle that she must have been blessed by the god of magic because of her powers and asks her how she got blessed. She got no idea what he’s talking about and says she doesn’t remember if she was blessed or by which god. The Servant and Carn suggest a druid could be of service in that regard. So Auriëlle, set forth to find a druid somewhere in the cold, far north.[/hider] [hider=prestige] [u]Carn[/u] [b]Beginning Prestige:[/b] 14 +5 for 10k characters [b]Ending Prestige:[/b] 19 [u]Auriëlle[/u] [b]Beginning Prestige:[/b] 9 +5 for 10K characters -10 for upgrading Hekatiah II to III -3 for extraordinary feat: disintegration spell [b]Ending Prestige:[/b] 1 [u]Servants[/u] [b]Beginning Prestige:[/b] 24 +5 for 10K Characters [b]Ending Prestige:[/b] 29 [/hider]