Akayaofthemoon

The Marauders (2018)

@KaiserElectric

Sounds good!!

The Golden Brew

Francis Review

@Polaris North

I don’t see anything wrong with the profile. I love this character and feel for him because of how locked away his feelings are. It just makes me want to hug him and to stand by his side to make it better. I like that he seems to be a pillar the others could lean on in hard times. He has great leadership qualities and I look forward to the day he opens up more or gets close to someone.

The Golden Brew

Simon Review

@deadpixel101

- The only thing that threw me off a bit was that every first paragraph/sentence from the strength section down. The reason for this is that it went from a masculine verbiage with 'Simon, his, him' to genderless 'they' and I didn't really see why.

Overall

What I had to say above isn't a really big deal but it just kind of made me have to re-read when it switched between the two. I really love the creativity with this profile and the thought put into the species itself. I like that his magic is centered a main theme of his inventing and that his focus crystal is in one of his weapons. I really love that he got his passions most likely from his parents and that he took their deaths so much that Simon almost let himself die from distress. All around I really love this character and marksmen are great to have! I have a feeling that he will be able to cheer some of the group up and maybe frustrate them a bit XD

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@AngelofOctober

Overall, I don't see any real negatives to point out as everything is detailed and in the spots it needs to be. I really love how much thought was put in to let the other players know what symbols and hand gestures which as spelling will go in the RP. It is nice to also have a family tree with faces we can see and know which ones have perished. I really enjoyed that the description of appearance wasn't just a straight up repeat of the picture and that we got a preview of personality before even getting to the chapters. The notes were a really neat idea and I hope those continue! The story and watching the fall of his home really gave me emotions and I feel more strongly for Idris. I love this character you have built and I look forward to seeing how his friendship with Astraea goes in the future.

The Golden Brew

Age
16

Species
Half Celestial - One of many different types of non-human beings who share the godlike/holy characteristics of being more powerful, longer-lived, and, in general, much happier than humans. They tend to live peaceful lives, never staying in one spot long as they love to wander and fight of dark souls that come along their paths to protect others. They grant wishes and miracles to those that are in need though they are rarely seen. Those that have seen Celestials describe them as soft and calming, giving a sense of peace even in the darkest of times to those that are near. Their smell changing to suit each person's senses and always seeming to draw the light to them. They can have up to six wings in total, three pairs each, but each extra set it earned with time and the wings are almost always the palest of colors with accented tips. The most common being white with golden tips.



Description
The sounds of a rippling stream echoed through a silent forest. The night air bringing a slight chill from the gentle summer breeze which carried with it the pleasant smell of pine. The shadows danced in the light of the moon as the trees shifted in the wind, fireflies twinkling their own luminescence to chase away any fear of the darkness along the narrow path. The dried needles on the forest floor crunched under each step forward with no destination in hand but the hope for a clearing to appear along the way. As if your prayers had been heard, the illumination of pure moonlight showed ahead which were the telltale signs of an opening in the vast amount of trees that made up this forest. A rush of excitement flooded your being and your pace quickens from the relaxed one that you had been content with earlier. You need only to rush through the bushes to reach the steam but you are stopped, stunned by the beautiful glittering waters in the moon's glow though it seemed more focused unusually in one spot. Yielding to your curiosity, you followed the natural brush along the river's edge until you spotted a young woman standing in water. A sudden feeling that you should not be here is what crawls into your gut but you can't seem to pull yourself away. It is then that you make your choice, ducking down into the bushes, being sure not to be caught. You hide and watch, as she performs a moonlit ritual under the stars.

Platinum blonde hair, like threads of gold spun from a spinning wheel, dipped into the water and creating strands of swirling gold against the clear crystal water. A splash of color stood out against the pale of her hair in the form of turquoise feathers flaring out on each side of her head just like a stylish head dressing. As she held her crystal to the moonlight you continued your gaze upon the delicate softness to her face which gave a feeling of friendliness and serenity. The porcelain ivory of her skin against the platinum blonde hair made it seem like she had a divine glow about her that was comparable to the moonlight itself. It was only now when her eyes began to flutter open that you had even noticed they had been closed in the first place and your breath caught in your throat at the sight. The eyes were a dazzling sky blue that would remind anyone of the sunniest days and they sparkled with such joy, it was mesmerizing. You find yourself standing, walking past the bushes and toward this young woman. You want to be closer, hear her voice, and let her light heal what ails you. You find yourself nearing the water's edge when you stop, shaking your head and debate moving back to your spot. Was it really right to startle her? You find yourself standing by the shoreline, debating on just leaving now while you still have your dignity but instead you stay where you are just a few moments longer as this petite young woman no taller then 5'7 waded through the water, the flowing black wings tipped with turquoise at her hips gliding over the water.

Suddenly, your eyes meet and shock reflected in her eyes for only a moment before they softened and looked you over for a single moment. You feel frozen and curse yourself for continuing such a shameful act all due to curiosity and that feeling of desperately wishing to meet this person in front of you. Her gaze moved along the shoreline, not even a defensive pose showing in her form but certainly, she must be wondering what you were doing and if you are even alone. Those soft doe eyes moved back to you, locked on your form as she made her way to shore and you think for a split moment that you could run into the darkness of the forest and forget this night. Why did you feel the need to stay? It didn't matter, it was too late as she was stepping out of the water and not even bothering to wring anything out as she stepped in front of you. The smell of lavender and vanilla invading your senses which caused you to think it was slightly unfitting for her in your opinion. You thought she would have the scent of rain in the air or fresh cut roses but it was not that disappointing to realize it was something else. It was still pleasant after all. It was in that moment that the smell of lavender and vanilla faded, the comforting smell of rain and roses taking its place which calmed the nerves that were on edge about meeting this young woman and the fact that you had even been caught.

"Are you lost?" a soft and warm voice like melting honey spoke. It was so sweet and smooth that you could easily listen for hours if given a choice. Those sky blue eyes looked to you, concern etched on her features as she waited patiently for an answer. Your words would not come and you find yourself shaking your head 'no'. She looked confused now as if asking with no words, 'why are you here'? It was hard to even start to explain but instead, she graced you with a smile and held out her hand. "If you are alone, please join us for the evening. It will be safer than camping here." You want to reach out, take the offer that was being given but there was no way to tell if the others in her group were as agreeable as she was. You give another shake of your head before giving a small bow to show respect for the young woman that would remain unnamed and continued on your way and this time drawing your blade, taking heed of her warning.



Strengths
She is calm in the face of adversity. When presented keeps calm and focuses on the issue. If she feels threatened or upset, she does not let it show even in her body language and tries to get a solution to the problem though she can be stubborn if she thinks her way will be better. Usually, she will hold in her problems or issues to herself and has trouble leaning on others or showing her upset as she does not want them to worry.

Astraea has deep emotions for those close to her and wants to make sure they are cared for. She takes the time to listen and will always help if possible. She cares about those around her even if she doesn’t know them and will give advice or offer assistance if the situations calls for it. She worries and fusses, which can sometimes be seen as negative but it means she cares and loves you.

She is extremely protective. Many see her as quiet and soft but if you ever harm those she is loyal to and care for then you will see a much harder side. She will defend others even at the cost of it meaning pain for her. She has a mothering nature to her which makes her defensive when she feels those she loves are being threatened or in danger.

She is kind to all she meets and is of a positive personality. She is the kind of person that makes you feel welcome and warm in her presence. She is sympathetic with the pain of others and shows the kindness they need in times of hardship. She will not fault those that lash out at her and fights are quickly compromised. She make sure that communication is key. A peacekeeper when times are hard.

She has an abundance of patience and will help guide you to the answers but lets you figure things out in your own time. She can stand many things that might be annoying or unpleasant for far longer than most so if she speaks up, it means many would have given up long before this point and you should listen.

Astraea cannot stand when other people only think of themselves or act like bullies. It makes her feel frustrated that the one person's selfish actions affect everyone but they don’t care. It is all about them and she just can’t see why anyone would do this. She also does not appreciate unnecessary physical cruelty when diplomacy could stop the violence. You do not have to be hateful. There are better ways of doing things.

Flaws
Though she is kind and caring, Astraea is actually a very guarded when it comes to herself. She is not open to pasting out information about what she is feeling and hides her pain as to not worry others or inconvenience them. She puts up walls, which makes it hard to be completely close.

She can be far too trusting of others. She believes very much that you are innocent till proven guilty. She is not ignorant of the evils that the world holds but she hopes for the goodness in others. They may seem dark but maybe some good is till in there that can grow if just given the chance. This cannot always be possible and causes trouble.

She is a sensitive soul and does not actually care for much violence. She feels pain when others when they are sad or upset. This makes it sometimes hard to hunt or fight. She does not like seeing cruelty.

She can be extremely stubborn and metaphorically dig her heels into the ground when she feels she is doing the right thing. It is hard to convince her of certain things at times which can be frustrating. It isn’t to say she won’t listen to reason, it is just a difficult process.

She is always busy taking care of everyone else that she forgets to take care of herself. She will always end up serving herself last or if there is not enough then she will try to go without. If she is sick, then she will try to pretend she is fine so she doesn’t slow the group down. If she is hurt then she tries to deal with it herself. She would give up her life if it meant saving someone else which could be scary thought for others.

Neutral
Astraea loves walking in the rain. The feel of it in her skin and the way it slicks off her wings. The fresh smell of the earth and the distinct scent that is the rain. The sound of thunder gives her chills as it is unpleasant but it is worth it to see the lightning dance through the sky. She can often be found standing or dancing in the rain with no care of sickness. It is also nice to be in the rain sometimes because no one can see you cry.

She has a love of nature and all the sounds that come with her give her peace. She enjoys sitting around a crackling fire and roughing it. The hike to the perfect spot and setting up camp. The elements against you and surviving through it all. It is as thrilling as it can be peaceful

She loves the day but there is something to be said about the night and watching the sky. The glittering of stars against an inky black night. The way the moon glows and watching the cycle as it fades away only to return again. It reminds her of hope, that light can pierce through the dark.

Astraea has a joy for knowledge and the feeling that books give you. They let you draw away from the world to somewhere totally new. The feelings the story can bring out in you that you weren’t sure you could feel. The ability to enjoy and learn. Words can be a powerful thing.

She loves singing and luckily has the voice for it. She often can be found singing lullabies or humming while she cooks dinner. It makes her happy to have others enjoy her songs.

The feel of rushing water, relaxing and floating in a stream or lake. She jokes many times that maybe she was a mermaid in another life. It is something about water that just makes her feel refreshed and ready to take on the world. She did most of her thinking while swimming.

Her ears are very sensitive to sound and she finds it disorienting when a loud noise suddenly breaks out. It makes her cringe and sometimes just cover her ears altogether. If the noise is continuous, it can even give her headaches.

She loves tastes that are sweet or spicy but when they are bitter she just wants to make a face. She has tried to get past this and try new things but it just is the worse in her opinion.

She doesn’t like her wings touched unless she trusts someone completely. They are delicate and not everyone understands this. It also would be extremely hard to deal with a broken wing in the position they are at. She does enjoy her hair being brush and played with though and does not mind the feather there being touched.

Skills
She enjoys cooking new recipes and making favorites that others like. It is calming for her and she has a passion for trying new ideas when possible. New combinations make it always a learning experience and new joys to be found.

Sewing made the most sense to learn this skill so that quick fixes on the road could be made and with any luck, sell some outfits for a bit of extra money. You never know when it could come in handy. It could even come into use when deep wounds were to happen

Big game is not always around to hunt so to make up for this, Astraea has learned how to set traps. She is actually quite good at making them and could actually keep the camp safe from bandits with a few of them. The best part is that she will not have to chase after her target and let it come to her.

Her Mama taught her how to fish at a young age so she would always be able to have food to eat even if she did not have a weapon for big game or if she couldn't trap anything. She is very good with actually spearing fish, knowing how to be patient enough to wait still in the water. The best way to get a lot of fish though is always through the fishing pole route which was also taught to her.

Astraea’s singing can be mesmerizing to some as it is mellifluous and pure. She has amazing range which broadens her horizons in the way of song. This skill is mostly put to work if someone’s music strikes a spark in her or if lullabies are needed to lull little ones to sleep.





Focal Crystal
A pale shimmering blue focal crystal was encased in a silver intricate design with a white gold crescent moon looking up to the sky and resting just about the blue crystal. White moonstone gems and clear sparkling crystals dangled from the bottom of the intricate design though the largest clear crystal in the middle suspended a blue star. The same stones trailing the bottom of the necklace weaved into the chain.

Special Equipment
Bag of Holding - This bag has an interior space considerably larger than its outside dimensions. The bag can hold up to 500 pounds, not exceeding a volume of 64 cubic feet. The bag weighs 15 pounds max, regardless of its contents. When looking into the bag, items appear smaller than they actually are until pulled from the bag to return to normal size. Living items are not to ever go in this bag or they shall die.

Kindred Bracelets - When two people are wearing one of these bracelets, they are always aware of when the other is in life-threatening danger. This bracelet adjusts in size to fit the wearer.

Equipment
As Astraea has a bag that can hold more than most, she has items to hold that are not her own along with her own items. The items that are hers include cooking kit, bowls, plates, utensils, clothes, snare/trap equipment, fishing pole, books for her and some that she knows the little ones enjoy, journal, quill, inkwell, sewing kit, blankets, flint, hairbrush, bandages,breads, dried fruit, nuts, dried meats, dried spices and herbs.

Weapon
Chain Whip

Special Attack
Miracles - It is what the word Miracle encompass. She can turn a single coin in a purse into a full sack of gold, make an empty water sack full again, and help you be guided on the right path. It's a prayer or a wish. It's wish magic in an essence. It only works for those that are in desperate need of her miracles. Everything has its limits and not all prayers can be answered. No matter if she wanted to bless them.



Magic Lv
5



Spellbook
A dark blue book, the spine and edges decorated in complex gold designs looped around pearls. A string of white crystals danced across the front of the book, just under the large round midnight blue gem that made up the main focal point of the cover. When active, the midnight blue gem glows with runic symbols, the white crystals alight and the dark blue of the books cover suddenly glitters with spots of light like stars in the night sky. This is usually stored in her bag.

School of Focus
Light

Lesser Spell
Sanctuary - Bless oneself or another ally for 1 "turn". That person will not take damage next time they are targeted for an attack.

Miracle's Light - Those in the range of this spell feel stronger and get a boon in strength. Undead and Deamon whenever in Miracle's Light strength are cursed and cause a weakening effect. Miracle's Light shines a radius around the user that reaches up to 10ft circumference. Those in the area need to be in the range of Miracle's Light in order to receive its blessing.

Semblance View - This illusionary magic needs a base object roughly the same size as what you are trying to make appear in others eyes. If you wish to have a coin appear, you would need to find something like a rock that is the same size. This effect only lasts only so long and needs magic to be held in place.

Medium Spell
Luminous Smite- This spell does a blast of light that harms those that are undead and deamon by performing a burning effect, but has a "healing" aura to non-undead/deamon. Certain Halflings would be an exception to this rule as it would cancel out both effects.

Misc Battle Info
- When in a fight, Astraea is more of a defensive fighter. She will try to keep everyone else healed and protected, this being her main focus but will put up a pretty skilled fight if she needs too. She is not one to be underestimated.



Arrival
She knelt down beside the edge of her bed, tears dripping from sapphire eyes as she hung her head in defeat, the wavy blond hair cascading down like a curtain that blocked her view from the world. Would she forever continue to lose those she loved? Monaxía lightly touched the bracelet at her wrist, her heartbreaking more as she knew its counterpart would be placed back in her hands soon with the news of her beloved's death. The twisted gold band of the Kindred Bracelet sparkled in the moonlight, the gift feeling more like a curse in this moment. She had felt when he was in danger and could do nothing while he was away at war. This time she felt no connect and no hum of magic waiting to warn her which meant the danger had not passed this time. She was alone in this world, with not even a child to remember him by. How many times had she lost them? How many flowers marked their graves? Why was life so unfair to her? First, she lost her parents, then she lost her children and now the love of her life. She had finally found happiness with a man that cared not that she had no dowry to her name, that she was of ill health, that she lived on the outer rim of town, and that she would never be able to bare him a child. He loves her for her. The way she was clumsy, the way she loved laying in the grass, the way she played with her hair when she was nervous and the smile that only he got to see. Monaxía had felt blessed to have him in her life and now she had no idea what she would do. She tilted her head up to the night sky, a shooting star passing by. She closed her eyes and prayed for a miracle. Monaxía didn’t want to be alone in this world and she would accept their gift in whichever form they blessed her with should they see fit to grant it. Not all prayers would be answered but she hoped this time, hers had been heard.

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Pain gripped her, clutching the sheet and trying to breathe as she was asked by the midwives. She was afraid that she wouldn’t make it, that the child she had been blessed with would have her fate to be alone. She felt so weak and she just wanted to rest. No, she wouldn’t let that happen! She had to keep going and think positive. She prayed to her beloved, Kleos, for strength through this trail. It had been hours and all she wanted to hear was her baby’s cry now. She pushed when she was told and after many more hours, she finally was able to relax, her child crying. The midwives were chattering, panic in the air and she was scared for a single moment that something was wrong or perhaps the child was stillborn when they quickly placed the child in her arms. Monaxía has never seen a more beautiful child. Sure, her daughter seemed to have a little deformity at her hips but she could care less because she was holding her daughter. This was a moment she had always waited for and though her beloved would not be rushing in to join her in her joy, she still felt happiness. They would live and she would do everything to always be there for her child.

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The two sat under the cherry tree, enjoying the bright sunny day after filling the buckets with a good amount of the tasty red treat. Astraea could not wait for her Mama to make her famous cherry pie. Well, it was famous to the little girl at least though she didn’t have others to compare it too. At first people thought she was a freak and laughed, but as her feathers came in they start to treat her bad in other ways so Mama told her they had to keep to their own. Mama told her the story, how the Celestials had blessed her with a child so she could share her life with another and told her of Papa so she knew why he was not here with them. Mama told her it was alright to be different even if everyone else fear what they did not understand. She hoped one day she could show the others she was a good girl and that they would stop hurting Mama’s feelings. Mama always says one day people would understand her but that day seemed so far away.

Monaxía hummed a gentle tone, petting Astraea’s hair and making sure to avoid the feathers that had grown there. She grew more beautiful every day and she was so proud of the sweet girl her daughter was. It had been why she took her away from town, not wanting her to fear the world around her because people were showing how cruel they could be. When Astraea had wandered off at market, she had been more terrified at losing her and cursing herself for not watching more carefully. It was when she found her baby, curled up in a ball while crying and bruises littering her small form that she made sure that Astraea would never be hurt again by these cruel beings. She had hugged her baby, crying for her and anger was bitter towards the town even more now than ever before.

She had started a personal garden that day and started selling her merchandise to the next town over. It would mean more work and trading for awhile but it was worth it in her eyes. The last few months had been so peaceful and things had started to really look up for the two of them. Monaxía sneezed, the motion killing the calm mood she was creating with her humming.

Astraea looked up, a little startled and worry showing clearly on her face. Her Mama just smiled and blamed the spring air but she was worried as it was happening more often lately. She knew how to make a fire and some simple things like tea but she couldn’t feed her Mama if she got sick, at least not the things her Mama made when she needed to feel better. The nice man, already came by a few days ago so he wouldn’t be back till a very long time cause they wouldn’t be able to trade. Her Mama didn’t seem to be pale and wasn’t even coughing though so maybe it was nothing just like Mama said.

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She sat on the floor, folding each item of clothing as her Mama lay in bed, weakly telling her how to fold and what should go in the pack. She asked Mama if they were going somewhere but all she would get was a sad smile and a ‘I hope not’. She kept getting sicker and the doctors here would not help her. It was all her fault. If she was a normal girl then Mama would be helped but instead, she had been getting worse since that night when some of the townspeople came.

She had been told to stay inside but Astraea had opened the window to hear what was going on. They demanded she be handed over, taken to the Council Seven for judgment and that her Mama had brought shame to this town and would be tried as well if she did not do as she was told. She knew her Mama was not healthy, that even now, just standing before them that she was putting on a show of strength. She told them to be gone and that if the Council had anything to say that they could say it in person. They threatened her to which she gave them a bow to the face with an arrow to make her point known. Blood would be spilled if they did not leave so they left, saying they would be back.

That was days ago and now, her Mama would not be able to stand up to them again. She couldn’t even get out of bed and Astraea had been following her instructions what to do and how. It was very strange that Mama wanted none of her own things packed yet and was focused on getting everything for her packed first. She didn’t mind packing for her Mama if only she told her what she wanted but maybe there was too much and her things were easier to pack.

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Darkness fell on their little home, no moon to shine its light. A heavy feeling hung in the air, like something bad was about to happen. Neither of the house's occupants could sleep as they lay in bed, the little girl not willing to be far from her Mama’s side as she could need something in the night. It was so silent that not even the crickets dare chirp and it made this nagging feeling even worse. It was in this quiet silence that Monaxía spoke up softly, “Are you still awake my shining star?”

“Yes Mama, do you need something?”

“I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything, just name it.”

“If something should happen to me. I want you to take the bag you packed today and leave this place. Do you understand? Can you promise me this?”

“What are you saying? Why do you want me to leave you?!”

Her Mama weakly and painfully rolled to her side, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked to her.

“I would never want to leave you but it is not safe here and I do not know if I will be strong enough to go with you. I fear that the townspeople will try something horrible and I could not stand it if you were hurt because of me. Promise me, that when I tell you to run, you will take the bag and leave this place.”

“I will, Mama.”

“I need to hear you promise.”

“I promise.”

“That is my good girl.” Her Mama smiled for a moment before pulling the twisted bracelet from her wrist and sliding it onto Astraea’s free wrist, one bracelet on each. “Now Papa and I will always be with you and we will be able to watch over you and anyone you need to protect.”

Astraea hugged her Mama tightly, feeling like this was a goodbye. It was a memory she etched in her mind just in case she had to do as she promised and leave but she wanted to remember everything she could about her in this moment. She felt a dry kiss on her forehead and barely even felt the hug around her for how light it was.

It wasn’t long before this moment was broken, shadows of light dancing through the windows as a crowd of people came, torches being held by the Council Seven and others speckled through the crowd. The two looked in terror as without warning, they tossed the fires to the roof of their home and onto the grass. They did not come to speak or give them a chance. They had made the decision to kill them both, cowardly in the night.

“Run! Go now!”

“But Mama!”

“Promise.”

Astraea froze for but a moment before jumping out of bed, coughing as the smoke began to build and pieces of roof fell. She looked back to her Mama, before having to head towards the back door, her heart breaking and tears never stopping. She couldn’t leave without her knowing. She didn’t think her Mama would make it and she felt worse for feeling like she was abandoning her.

“I love you, Mama.”

“I love you too, Astraea. Run.”

She ran straight for the back door, tears burning her eyes among other things as she grabbed the pack of clothes and food by the door. Astraea knocked the door open, not stopping as she ran as fast as her feet could take her. She only took a brief moment to look back once she was at the edge of the Thorned Forest and watched her home engulfed in flames and heard the cheers of joy from the crowd at the horrible crime they had done. Everything she had ever known and loved, gone. She steeled herself, heading into the dark forest. There were tales of the Thorned Forest, all mana of creatures lurking to kill a man at first sight but that would be her fate either way and at least in the forest, she could hide.

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How long had she been here? She did not know. She hid in caves and dens, fighting off creatures and covering her ears to avoid being lured by others. It didn’t matter how long she wandered, she couldn’t get out. Now she knew why the Council banished people here. You thought you might be saved but it was a lie. The choice was death or death if you did not know how to avoid the creatures as most didn’t. The nice man that visited had told her some tales, they had saved her more than once.

The rain fell, panic and cold filling her being as she had not found a place to stay for the night. The full moons glow not even lighting most of the area as the clouds kept passing by. She scrambled, trying to not run into any danger that was sure to be lurking. She could hear the clomping of footfalls and was now wide open in a clearing. Astraea shivered, the rain pouring down harder than before and making it even harder to see but she didn’t stop moving as the noise got closer. She missed her Mama. She missed home. She wanted out of here.

She cried out, tripping over a loose root and landing into the mud. Astraea tried to push herself up, the sticky goo clinging to her and making her slip about while she tried to stand. A hand grabbed her and she screamed, struggling to get away when a familiar voice spoke out, asking why she was here. She looked up, the nice man that Mama always traded with was looking back down at her. Worry etched on his face, his hand firm on her shoulder while the other one held onto the horse. He picked her up, placing her in his covered cart. He wrapped her up in a blanket, letting her get warm and get some rest as he headed forward.

Nicolas had thought the girl was dead when he found the whole place burnt. The locals had said that lightning had struck, killing the family that had lived there. The little girl in his cart made him think different now. It wouldn’t be safe to take her back but he couldn’t care for her either. The only place he knew that would take in an orphan like this girl would be Gertie’s. It would be her best chance. It was then that he changed course to give this girl a new home and a new chance.

Theme Song


Misc
- Astraea’s hometown is named Fort Halloway.
- The Thorned Forest surrounds most of the town and they have build spiked walls to protect themselves though some live outside the walls and hunt nearby.
- Monaxía sold some of the game she hunted, trapped and fished for. She also crafted, sewed and knitted items for sale to make a good living. She taught some of these skills to Astraea though she did not learn them all.

The Marauders (2018)

Luirae jerked violently and slammed up against the wall as the sudden split of pain gripped her skull. It caused the crystals like forms on her body to harden, her natural defensive trying to protect her but nothing could be done against a mental attack. It was causing her vision to flicker back and forth between normal and a pitch black world since no one else was in the hallway to view their inside structure. She placed her hands along the walls, letting it guide her the rest of the way since her eyes couldn't really be trusted at the moment. Rae was almost to the cargo hold and she was going to find out exactly what was going on as a voice in her head that was not her own was not normal. The base of her skull on fire and her eyesight wavering because whoever was using telepathy was not skilled enough cause it should not cause pain to others unless it was an attack but the voice was pleading instead. It spoke volumes and as she entered the cargo hold, she noticed a young woman on her knees and hands on her head while the security officer held her there. The woman was noticeably mute to Luirae, damaged vocal cords clearly visible but she needed to stop. The linguist should be able to work with her on some kind of sign language as the committee would need to speak with her once the situation with the Rats had been handled.

"I advise you to cease your telepathy at once. The last thing this crew needs is a headache while we need clear heads to defeat the Rats. Trust me, they will not be as compassionate as we are. We do not kill people on this ship for being a stowaway but you will speak with the Committee once the situation is handled." Rae stated to the stowaway.

Strange Cases of SYNBAD [High Casual]

(Foster/Harper section collab with Angel)

Nilin smiled, delighted to have such a reaction from her fellow members about her outfit choice. It was the reaction she was hoping to get from someone else and that thought just made butterflies in her stomach. She gently shook her head at Jensen's offer of pancakes and kindly replied, "Thanks but I am saving my hunger for the street vendors and showing them some support." She had really just come for the conversation but that seemed to take a turn as she heard a huge whack sound from the entrance and instantly stilled, knowing exactly who it was without looking as her body was trying to adjust and mind trying to synchronize with Bridget. She quickly forced a link with Jack, knowing that she could control herself with his powers and not look like she had linked with anyone else. Nilin didn't want Bridget to feel bad for being around her. She did want to have a relationship with the other woman after all and didn't want her to feel bad about a painful change when it couldn't be helped. Chloe was already avoiding her which made her feel extremely uncomfortable and a burden when she was around. Nilin had pretended not to notice her scooting away from her and tried not to be hurt about it. She had wanted to ask Bridget if she was alright but when she said to say nothing, she took to silence to not upset her.

The kitchen felt weird for her now, making her debate on leaving when Viorel graced them with his presence with was a surprise as I thought Gemina and him were going out. He called for Myles and Luka, saying they weren't in trouble but it still meant that something was going on. He didn't pull people out of the room for nothing. She stood, feeling a little out of place as comments flew back and forth while people continued to eat their breakfast. It was when she made up her mind to sneak out that Stirling came in, speaking up about the fact that they would be leaving for the parade in about 10 minutes which actually felt like a relief. She carefully scooted by Stirling and made her way up the stairs, figuring she would wait outside to see which vehicle she would be in for the ride over. Bridget joining them made them have to rethink how to get everyone to places as she was quite large and would probably be upset to be asked to ride up top.

“Here’s your shot don’t cock it up,” Harper tells him.

“Thank you for the boost of confidence, really needed it,” Foster says as he walks behind Nilin, making sure to touch only her sleeve as if not to activate her powers, “Nilin. Morning. Hi. Morning.”

“Way to go,” Harper barks under his breath.

Nilin felt the touch on her sleeve and turned to face who was trying to get her attention before smiling brightly. She had to hold back a bit of a chuckle at that cute morning welcome and replied back,”Morning, Foster. How are you? Excited about the parade?”

The moment she turns around is the moment he can’t handle. She looks stunning, a red dress paired with a cute, and her hair is tied up in a ponytail complimenting the outfit. Now he’s lost his train of thought. It doesn’t help their mind is still fuzzy from Harper’s fun night last night so at first he responds, “You parade. Good.”

Realizing the mistake of his he turns away a bit shyly. Harper laughs.

“Oi ur’ shite at this,” Harper goads him.

“I’m...well aware,” he whispers back. He tries to nervously swallow his own embarrassment. Trying to laugh it off in a way that isn’t quite like him.

“I meant to say you look good. And are you excited for the parade?” he replies with a nod.

Nilin blushed, not quite expecting him to lose complete sentences but that didn’t stop the amused smile that appeared at how adorable he was in this moment. She knew that Harper was talking to him and wished sometimes she could read minds or was telepathic so she could be in on the conversation. She raised an eyebrow a little at his laugh as it wasn’t one she had heard quite like this but brushed it off, pretending not to notice he was being a little strange. “Thank you, you aren’t looking so bad yourself. I am pretty on the edge about it, kind of nervous and excited all in one.” she answered honestly.

Now what. Foster looks at her nervously.

“Ask her out?” Harper suggests.

“I’m gettin’ to that,” Foster tries to keep his response low so Nilin can’t hear. Having to explain he’s trying to ask her out then ask her out he’d die of the embarrassment and humiliation.

“Look to me you waz goin’ chicken out bwak bwak,” Harper laughs.

“Ssh,” Foster replies.

Foster nervously fidgets with his hands. This is er harder than he anticipated. What would Harper do? No better not, Harper be too forceful. Probably just ask to have sex. His own chest is beginning to tighten right now. You’ve known her for two years, just dig up the courage.

“You want to,” Foster sticks his hand in his pocket and takes his coupon, “like to go to coffee with me. Buy one get one free. You can have the bought one or the free one. It doesn’t matter price is arbitrary anyway. I can...drive...you to the parade as well.”

“Way to go, less cringe next time tho,” Harper remarks.

“Well, what would you have done?” Foster asked.

Harper laughs.

“Hey pancake tits, you wannah hang,” Harper replies.

“Absolutely not,” Foster retorts.

Foster looks at Nilin nervously, “Nothing. Internal dispute. That doesn’t need to be voiced.”

She was pretty sure that she didn’t want to know what Harper was saying at the moment by the reactions Foster was having. It was still interesting to watch but the most important part was that Foster was finally able to get to the point of asking her out for coffee. She would have been a lot more surprised if it wasn’t for Voirel’s heads-up which she was glad for. Nilin probably would have had her heart stop or skip a beat if it wasn’t for that fact. She suddenly realized with Foster’s nervous appearance that she hadn’t answered him yet and a bright smile lit on her face.

“I would love to go for coffee and I won’t say no for the ride either if it means more time with you.”

The response hit him harder than what he was expecting. His heart skipped a beat and for a moment he forgot he was even awake. He wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Your lady is more smooth than you,” Harper remarks.

Somehow that’s what woke him from his stupor. He’s right though. She has more game than he does. What, how does he respond now?

“Still got the sunglasses on?” Harper asked.

“Yes,” Foster replies. Oh that sounds like a weird answer in context. Though he understands what Harper is getting at. He closes his eyes. It’s like for a second they aren’t thinking and they can’t feel their heart, or hear their breathe. They can’t hear each other and the world goes dark. When Harper comes around the world is a mess people sound like they are speaking gibberish and silhouettes look blurry. Considering Foster’s embarrassment it’s not a stretch that they could change and her not know they did. His brain begins to wake up. Oh! Ay-up. Fuck that hangover is a killer. Sun is a killer even through the sunglasses. Headache so fucking rich it’s like the Haiti earthquake in his head. Shit christ sunday.

“A,” crap he’s going to get caught that way, “Ah of course Nilin. Spending time with you is a plus to my morning.”

“I sound nothing like that!” Foster is coming around too it seems.

Nilin raised an eyebrow at him, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of her lips before stating, “That is so sweet of you to say, Harper.” It was hard to tell when the two switched sometimes but once one was fully in the seat, the brain waves were different. It was like night and day, the switch being dawn or dusk which made things a little fuzzy at first. It was when the two were talking a lot to each other that is made it a little harder too but she always knew. She cared for them both and both made her heart flutter in different ways which was hard to explain to others.

“That wasn’t me, it was Foster,” Harper retorts quickly, “Just saying it for him. Don’t get so cocky ‘bout yourself now.”

Harper just huffs and walks over to the car, “We’re parked over here to ditch these twats. Just you know Foster and him. Cause I ain’t interested in no flat chested pancake. And don’t think you’re giving Foster any drive Foster cause of your eyes.”

“Don’t say that,” Foster says.

“‘Ey I am driving the seat,” Harper tells him.

“She already knows,” Foster remarks.

Harper sighs. He takes a second. Switching so close in succession of each other kills the head. Foster is now standing near the car.

“So-sorry,” Foster mumbles.

“I know who is who. You don’t need to state the obvious and I pretty much figured out that it was for him.” Nilin sighed, pouting that he couldn’t take a joke as they headed for the car, her following behind him. She crossed her arms, rolling her eyes a little at the insult while trying not to be hurt but it wasn’t really working and heading to the other side of the car before answering, “Whatever you say, hot shot.” She noticed they were starting to switch, it was the sorry that alerted her this time who was who since she felt hurt and was having a little trouble focusing. “It isn’t you who should be apologizing. Can we go, please?” she asked, just wanting to get to the parade and maybe the coffee shop to lift her spirits a bit. Foster didn’t deserve to have her all mopey on him because Harper decided to be kind of an idiot in her opinion.

Foster nods quietly, he opens the door for Nilin slightly. Hoping the silent gesture will make her feel better. When he walks from the passenger side he takes the time to chastise Harper, “Don’t behave like a child.”

Harper makes mocking noises, “She can get over it.”

“What if she can’t? Do you think?” Foster huffs.

“Fine I ain’t goin’ help for the rest of the day, stumble in your nervous blunders,” Harper grumbles.

Foster gets into the driver side. This headache isn’t going away. Why couldn’t he behave like an ordinary individual? Why couldn’t he say something nice?

Entering the driver side he tries to remain relatively calm. As if nothing had happened between him and Harper.

“Am really sorry ‘bout that,” Foster tells her.

She smiled lightly at the gesture and slipped inside the car, clicking her seat belt into place. She didn’t want to feel weird about what happened and she didn’t want Foster to feel guilty either which is exactly what it seemed he felt like since he was apologizing again. Nilin placed her hand on his and smiled softly, “Foster, you are not your brother. You have nothing to apologize for and Harper is Harper. It is just the way he is sometimes and I just really wasn’t ready to be bit at this morning. Okay? It is fine, so let’s pretend it didn’t happen and we will all continue to have a great time.”

He begins to start the ignition. Forget about it, huh? He wasn’t so sure he could. Harper might be Harper, and he might be himself. Yet there were parts of their life they shared and parts of that were SYNBAD, parts of it were Nilin, parts of it were their jobs. They had to share those things and he could stop. He didn’t know what he wanted him to do. Stop being selfish. Always doing whatever and saying whatever he pleased on a whim.

“He can’t talk to you like that,” Foster mutters.

“Ay, talkin’ bout me,” Harper remarks.

“Well yes,” Foster scowls, “You said you wouldn’t talk during the rest of this.”

“Don’t behave like I am some abusive boyfriend,” Harper scoffs.

“Then stop saying childish things,” Foster quips.

“She wants to sweep it under the rug, so just do so,” Harper grumbles.

“Just talk to her,” Foster replies.

“Do I have-,” Harper says nothing. Shifting this much back and forth is actually quite hard and makes the hangover headache worse in fact. Harper staring at the parking lot. They wouldn’t dare start driving if they were going to switch. It took him a second to recover from the third shift of the morning. God fuck. Does he have to talk to her?

It isn’t like he doesn’t want her ‘round. Gotta understand that. He just. What if she loves one over the other? What if she says she doesn’t mind or can see them, but then cares for one over the other. He’d prefer if he was just the older brother everyone hated so Foster could have something good. But Foster forced compromise and cohabitation. And was this affection his or Fosters, they share the same body. He’s the one who drank, yet they shared the hangover.

“It’s me,” Harper says in his normal tone, “I’m suppose to apologize.” he’s pulling out of the parking lot now, “But then it be forced so it be worth nothing. So, worthless apology is worthless apology.”

“It’s you.” Nilin replied and waiting for him to continue what he had to say since Foster was planning on them playing nice or talk out whatever happened instead of taking her advice to just let it be. “Got it. I guess all is forgiven cause you know, worthless apology. Harper, can I ask you something? Why do you always do this?” she asked, frustration clear in her voice as she slumped slightly in her seat.

Could he not answer? He didn’t want to deal with this feeling. He didn’t know how to explain it though it was the closest feeling to butterflies in his stomach. Every time he felt vulnerable or near close to someone he could drink their depths. There was this weird sensation. This anxiety that felt more like it should be a Foster response. A response not for him. He’s the confident the one, the one who is bold. Though he didn’t feel bold in this moment. Foster’s not saying anything, he’s upset with him.

“Because,” Harper replies with a formality that’s usually not his style, “I am.” he doesn’t want to say it. His natural instinct is to turn tail and run. Just say something she won’t like and she’ll hate you forever. He’ll pass the baton onto Foster and she’ll never want to deal with him again.

“...scared to like you,” Harper mutters so low he wonders if she even got that, stupid. Just tell her something. Tell her you’re kidding. Tell her something now. Back out. Don’t let this happen. Just laugh. Stop yourself before you get too close.

Nilin felt like her heart was in her throat and was frozen in place as she tried to process if she had even heard. She wanted to say something but honestly, that wasn’t quite the answer she had expected and was just speechless. She knew that her silence would only make it worse but this was Harper, right? It seemed out of character for him but then she was reminded of Gemina and the conversation she had with the other woman that they all viewed as a type of mother. Maybe it wasn’t so out of character after all? She straightened up in her seat and replied, “Oh….um...why would you be scared to like me?” She couldn’t wrap her head around the why of it all. She knew he pushed people away, had seen it in the few years she had known him but she never got it. Now, hearing that he was scared just didn’t seem right. She didn’t like the thought of him being scared ever.

It didn’t sound like him at all. He knew she knew who he was. He even announced who he was. Shit. How did he abort out of this? He couldn’t. He was trapped. He didn’t want to confront this weird feeling. It felt like he was sliding colliding into a wall, unable to put the breaks on the situation. Shit. Shitsticks. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Cause….” Harper hates this feeling, he feels small, and not in control, “...if you like me....and I like you. How...do I…..keep. I don’t know. Honest. I been tis way since I was smol. Foster more likable. He’s quiet. Definitely behaves more like an old man. And I’m loud, and rebelling. Just don’t want ruin things like I ruin them. Thought I have a big revelation. All I know is I am scared. I am scared…..to be close. I’ve never been close like that before. And, how would it affect Foster if I cock it up?”

“I….” Nilin bit her lip, terrified with what she was about to say and swallowed hard as she continued, “I like both of you…..alot….and I know you both. It isn’t like I didn’t know that you push people away, Harper. I know you aren’t perfect, none of us are. I...I am scared too….... What if we can’t make this work? What if I lose you guys? What if one of you decides that I am not the right one? What if I get hurt? I guess my point is, I am sitting right here and willing to see where this goes. I haven’t left, you haven’t been able to cock it up as you stated or ruin anything. Yeah, your comments hurt. I would be lying if I didn’t say it but I am still here.” Nilin couldn’t look at him, her heart racing as she just admitted to them that she liked them and that she wasn’t planning on going anywhere. This was not exactly how she thought a somewhat first date would be going. She at least didn’t say she thought she was falling for them but it was basically saying she wanted more than to just stay friends.

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The park had been transformed and if she was being honest with herself, it was like someone mixed comic con with a carnival and she was watching the combination. Streamers decorated the street lamps in a variety of swirling colors and music pour out into the crowds. People were all dressed in different costumes as well as some less bold looks and the vendors were happily selling to customers. The air smelled of rich foods and sweets and the noise of the people held such joy that it was worth coming just to see the happy faces. She didn’t feel like she did much all the time but she did what she could for the people.

Nilin looked around the car park, spotting Bridget fairly easily as they made their way over to the others. If anything was to be said, at least one of the two leaders would make a speech since that was their go-to though Viorel was more polite when it came to speaking while Angelica took a brash approach. It was about what she expected them to say but at least she could be there with the others to say she understood the ‘rules’. Nilin pulled out her phone from her pocket, making sure it was off vibrate and to check the percentage so anyone could get a hold of her before placing it back in her jacket. They were free to do what they wanted for now and with that she glanced to the red haired man next to her.

The Golden Brew

My Archy Review

@LemonZest1337

- He needs to have a set of skills or if this was meant to be none then tell us the future skills he is wishing to obtain.

- I noticed that locations for his spellbook and focus crystal were placed in the equipment section which was honestly a bit confusing, at least for the focus crystal since I was reading in a row. I suggest maybe moving these or adding that info into their actual sections as well?

Overall Thoughts

I love that Archy feels very much like a child and is a little more naive but not completely so. I love that he will bring some joy/laughs to the group and maybe a bit of trouble as well with that kindness and caring he gives to all. I love this character so much! <3

The second request above isn't completely needed but since it threw me off a bit, I thought it should be mentioned. You already fixed the history part that Arisen spoke about and now skills would be the most important part needed.

The Marauders (2018)

@Esailia

Well she is in the loading dock, yes? Rae is on her way in. I could work with you on a post if you would like or you can set up a post for me. Just suggestions

The Marauders (2018)

Luirae could have cared less about the mess that was her desk after Andersen flew multiple objects to the floor while trying to get in the bed. The captain looked desperate and asked her to prepare the antidote but at this point, it was close to being too late. The leg had not been tied above the bite so the infected blood was free to continue towards the heart. It was but a second later the Tango stated her exact fear. She looked to Andersen’s face and her hands balled into fists as she knew this would be hopeless. Raymond didn’t want to admit it and though she didn’t want to believe it either, she knew that Andersen wouldn’t make it through this time.

She didn’t want to hear his apologies and thus she had no words to give the dying man. She knew he wouldn’t listen to how she really felt. It was her that had failed him. He was in an incredible amount of pain and what she had produced so far was a start but it could easily make the situation worse for an already lost man. Ray looked to her, trying to find an answer and all she could do was look away as the man before them pleaded for a merciful death. She turned away from the bed, walking out of the med bay doors as the sound of a gun firing echoed behind her.

Rae drew her pistols, heading for the cargo bay where this all had started. They would pay for ever stepping foot on this ship. She would see to it that Andersen’s request was honored and she would see too it that every last rat that dared to touch this ship, paid dearly. She didn’t blink as she glided down the hall, expertly hitting each rat in the head that had mistakingly stood in her way to her destination. She regretted not being able to grab her bow as slicing through these disgusting creatures would be more what they deserved then an instant death. She was not sure what she would find when reaching the location but she was prepared for the worst.