Darkmoon Angel

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

Things just kept getting more hectic. It seemed that this battle wasn't going to stop until everyone was dead. Eclisse stood by with the rest of the group, Roane was able to get her wyvern going with the vulnerary she gave her which was good, but she wanted to stay behind and help Taka with finding some people who could still be alive in this mess.

*sigh*... Never leave a man or woman behind... Eclisse muttered under her breath. I'll... Help out too... If there's a chance that whoever your looking for is still alive in this mess... I'll take it... The rest of you can run if you want... She sounded cold on that last statement, but they had wounded and needed to get to safety. Hell, if Eclisse made it out of this with everyone else alive... She would call it a job well done for being a mercenary.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

I'm so sorry... A post will come in a few minutes... I've been so busy lately

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Mercy huh? Ivan was glad to here that, though Tiberius seemed very ticked at the decision. Ivan wanted to say a few words to him but he left before even a syllable could keave Ivan's mouth. He let out a deep sigh and turned to Zenovia. Why don't we... Greet our new found friend? He wasn't sure if Zenovia would even follow him on that, but this wasn't the time to be fearful. Though they have their differences, they were allies now as far as Ivan saw it.

He approached Vert slowly as to not seem threatening and offered her a hand up. Hey... Don't mind Tiberius... He just cares for the safety of everyone here... My name's Ivan... And I believe you two had already met... He said gesturing towards Zenovia.

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I'm kinda waiting for a few others to post so I'll have more to work with

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

Sry for not posting for a bit, i promise ill have one tomorrow

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Well, i think Slime Vert should be at least humanoid shaped.

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Ivan chuckled at Zenovia's need to apologize. It's ok, it's my own fault for surprising you like that, Sir Ivan Stormwall, the group's 2nd brawler at your service. Ivan did a similar bow that Zenovia did. But we're all friends here, please just call me Ivan he added with a smile.

Again, I'm very sorry I couldn't have been there to help the encounter with that Devourer, that girl. If you don't mind me asking... What even happened yesterday? Ivan did want to know what he was getting himself into, he had already made up his mind to grant mercy to the girl, but he needed to know what she was capable of at least.

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Ivan had to call it quits tonight, it was to late to go searching for Zenovia. So he went back to the inn with Noire, he was still a bit suspicious about Noire and that mysterious figure, but he shook it from his mind, right now he needed to rest for tomorrow.

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The next morning was a confusing one to say the least. Maybe Ivan should've followed after Tiberius because apparently he missed all the action, Darn it all! This girl in front of the group, this Devourer, Ivan couldn't say he ever saw something like this and it being some kind of curse, he shook at the thought of it. White for mercy, Black for death huh? Hmm... In the corner of Ivan's eye he could see Zenovia make her choice, she seemed very fearful of this creature before her, so it would make sense if she chose death. Although... Zenovia seemed better than that and whatever happened yesterday night she didn't seem to want to hold any hate towards the Devourer.

When she sat back down after making her choice Ivan put a hand on her shoulder. Hey... I'm sorry I couldn't help ya yesterday. I was... Kinda doing my own thing... Just... Don't be afraid right now, this Devourer is of no threat to you anymore. Ivan tried his best to cheer her up and then went to make his choice. Life... Or death... He could remember his family making decisions like this with fugitives, criminals, and the like.

This Devourer... This girl... Seemed willing to turn her back on the Warlock and join the group's cause, plus no one wants to live with a curse like hers. Ivan dropped a white stone in the bowl, call him crazy if you like, he knew who to trust and who not to trust.