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My Hider

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short)
Species: Quarian.
Age: 21 [Earth Years]
Gender: female
Appearance:

suit reference

Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline.

Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value.

Weapons/Equipment:

Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage

Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn.

AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own.

Skills and Abilities:

Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities.

Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it.

Tech Powers

Basics:

Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals.
Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object
Flashlight- enable to see in dark places
Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors
Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool
Games unit- solution to boredom problems
Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds
Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder)
Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts

[beginner skill level]
Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies.

• Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts)
• Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic)
• Target Number: 1

Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost.

• Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated)
• Range: Close (within eyesight)
• Target Number: small group (3-4)

Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all.

• Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts)
• Range: Close (within eyesight)
• Target Number: 1

Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery.

• Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated)
• Range: N/A
• Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need
• Target Number: N/A

Background:

Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago.

When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget.

The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally.

Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions.

Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit.

She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case.

So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough.

A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

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Name: Deyika Aeson

Callsign/Nickname: Dey by her older brother

Age: 23

Rank/Title(Dependant on position): Lieutenant

Appearance:

Role: Technology support/maintenance, and pilot.

Nationality: Krylurian

Biography:

Kryluria, the planet in which Deyika and Tonak come from consists of two major nations. Each of these continents reached a level of technology equal to that of 1930s Earth, and like on Earth a war was brewing between each of the four nations. The activation of the Stargate in 2004 helped to arise old philosophical debates, the first continent largely followed the idea that their gods the Ancestors hid them from a great evil and deserved to rule over as the one true belief. The second felt that their singular god, Hades, had been the driving force in that same event but out of jealousy, the Ancestors casted him from rightful place as the sole true ruler over them all. Naturally, the conflict in religion had caused clashes among the two nations that pulled them apart in endless war.

The war had become more of a cold war in 2004 when the Stargate was activated. Of course the nation which worshiped Hades was told of the Goa’uld and they turned to have a sour relationship towards the Tauri while those who worshiped the Ancestors reveled in the opportunity to meet the direct descendents of the Ancestors. Tonak and Deyika are from the nation that worshiped Hades and as such became naturally sour towards the Tauri. However the Tauri managed to settle disputes between the two nations, to some degree. As such the Stargate was placed on Neutral ground so that its discovery could be a benefit to both people. Due to noticing their possible destructive influence the people of the Tauri announced they would not return to the planet, which only created contempt from the nation that worshiped the Ancestors believing they had been tricked into revealing what little information they had on Ancient ruins.

Since the Tauri’s departure and their patchwork peace negotiations, the two nations’ tensions had been building yet again over the collective years.Both twins were born to deep worshipers of Hades and likewise, expected their children to follow the same path. Their tactics in ensuring were rather aggressive, often leaving bruises and marks to punctuate their points. It wasn’t a surprise both Tonak and Deyika grew to hate their parents. When their thirteenth birthday rolled around, Tonak was already fully capable of using his knife and was that day their parents had went too far. Deyika had forgotten the prayer words during dinner and in moments her father slammed her arm across the table’s edge causing the bone to crack. Their parents never made it to the next morning alive, Tonak made sure of that.

Once the bodies had been buried, leaving nothing but a memory, the pair ended up looking after each other. Each one had played to their own talents and managed to survive in their own little ways, supported by their loyalty and family bond. Deyika had learned the ins and outs of various technology which added to the coin her brother’s own ventures had purloined as a street smart pick pocket. Though they had little, their combined efforts ensured neither of them went to sleep completely hungry.

It was Deyika’s talent at fixing machines that ended up setting them on another path from eternal poverty and slow starvation. A military recruiter visited their crumbling hut to draft one of them into the Hades defense unit, but Tonak was determined not let his sister go alone. An offer was made: she doesn’t go anywhere without him. The man just scoffed at the teen’s stubborn and cocky attitude, even as his twin agreed, then tried to reason he had no skills of any worth. Tonak merely held fast to his words when the man finally turned to leave, his figure all the way to his jeep when it dawn upon him something was missing. His key jingled within Tonak’s fingers with a slight cocky grin. “No skills huh?”

The recruiter had to admit defeat in his earlier statement and gently took the pair into the jeep where each developed their skills. Tonak’s talent for stealth, ability to learn quickly and being a cold blooded killer were honed with training. It turned out he had an aptitude for gathering intelligence and blending well into enemy territory. Deyika’s skills took a far right turned on the other hand. Her skills laid in technology sabotage and engineering, including hacking and mechanics. Unlike her brother, she only could learn the basics of how to handle knife but nothing close to Tonak’s skill level, despite some of his efforts to teach her.

Everything seemed to have been going well until war broke out and Tonak discovered a ploy to send his twin into live combat, an operation to sabotage a truck full of explosive bombs. It was a suicide mission from his point of view and all the more reason to leave. For once, Deyika had voiced her own concerns against her brother’s plan. Unlike him, she didn’t want to lose their home and those they cared about. It wasn’t until Tonak suggested to use the Stargate and ask the Tauri for aid in stopping this war’s break out, did Deyika agree and follow him through.

The only reason Tonak even mentioned getting help was he knew it was the only way he would get Deyika to leave the planet if there was any chance of getting help. For as far as he was concerned they could fight until they had all killed each other she was his one and only concern. Upon arriving at the Tauri they began talks with one of the local diplomats after being debriefed by the General of the facility. He assured them that he would look into the prospect of helping them out and in the meantime they would be granted asylum. It looked as if their problems would be solved.

However higher up in the Pentagon it was decided that they would not risk human lives on this conflict that had nothing to do with them, especially when there was little to no gain. Feeling sour, and after Deyika had to stop Tonak from killing someone the pair left out into the Galaxy to try and find someone who would help them. It felt like ages before they found someone, each village, planet and more they came to seemed to be one dead end after another for the pair. Finally they met..him. A man, a small time warlord under the Lucian Alliance’s flag, who listened to their story and request. His words seemed to utter hope and reason that her brother seemed slightly impressed by them. Little did she know until Tokan said it that he also saw the slight bull shit within them. Deyika thought he went insane and in moments they were going to be killed, at least until she heard the warlord laughing at Tokan’s guts. She softened to see a less fake smile upon her brother’s lips.

After Kane offered his aid, they took it and showed him where to find Kryluria.That’s when subjugation started, Kane threatening the Krylurians with his own small fleet of Al'kesh and Gliders. It was over before it had started leaving both sides underneath the warlord’s power. At first when she saw the treatment of those under Kane’s rule, Deyika had mixed feelings upon what they did.Wasn’t until her brother explained it was for the best, to stop the fighting from happening and find common ground in suffering. Deyika accepted it was the only possible way because her brother made sense. Unable to stay there, Tonak approached Kane in terms for a ship, but instead came away with employment much to his twin’s surprise. For the next several years they worked towards Kane’s goals to expand his power and grow his empire, During that time, their skills grew until they became important assets and one of the few he trusted to get a job done. Over time their toys and tools ended up growing into a wide array that often made their task easier. And for their current mission, both Tonak and Deyika had a feeling they would need all the aid they could manage to complete it.

Personality: will show IC…

Trivia:

-Out of the pair, Deyika’s the more techno skill set including but not limited to: Piloting, maintenance and repair of the ship as well as Tonak’s own toys. She knows the ins and out of her own ship, from the software to physical blue prints.

-Though Tonak is her twin, they have different last names for Dey’s own protection when she heads off ship for supplies and keep her brother’s enemies from drawing the connection.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Alright, Rescuers! Your mission is up, feel free to write your intro from the ship to the planet side and right up the scene. Currently I suggest you all dress like natives rather than Jedi, as Lyric would've preferred you all not draw attention to yourselves. The three thugs are one Rodian, Twi'Lek male, and human with some alien mix in him. :p If you need more, let me know.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Dark Leads

~|Onboard the Memory of Coruscant: 3 days, 19:00 GST|~

Leaving the Jedi to go their own preparations, Lyric was left alone again and so in his usual habit, he began to wander the ship. His boots threaded the metal hallways built for various 'big frame' aliens and seemed to echo back to him. Lyric's hand had long ago tossed his last ciggarra away when it finally expired, know he was going to have to make his current stash last. Already thinking about it, his hand itched to reach in for one and lite it, calming his budding jitters. Thankfully, he resisted. In the back of his mind, he could see Melloch smirking in the background at his resistance while he pulled closer to the war room. The doors hissed just when the hologram flickered to life.

In front of him was a young, recently knighted boy no older than nineteen. The hologram was shrouded in laser lights of blue hiding the true colors and casting a crude light, his face bowing to the master in rank before him. In respect, Lyric returned it as he listened to the youth speak. “Master Lyric, we’ve discover something useful that might aid you in finding our lost brethren and sisters.”

His hand moved to the side and immediately a droid outline appeared, the design strange. Lyric turned to absorb the strange droid and edged toward it, his eyes trying to mark it for identification. Sadly his mind failed because he lacked the ability, turning to the Knight to explain. Seeing the master finish examining, he continued his report while the image rotated, information not being stated flickering before the master’s eyes. Namely location sightings where the machines had been seen, the fact it was a short list helped. When the conversation ended, the hologram shut off and the master departed to retrieve the others.

~|Arrival: 3 days, 19:30 GST|~
Location: Mos Eisley, Tatooine

The Memory of the Coruscant arrived an hour later, docking upon the ship dock Mos Eisley. A bustling and rough settlement, the streets bustling full of aliens and humans alike, where Kennith’s contact was reported to be last seen. The contact was named Karile Horis, an elderly man in his late forties, and according to the Knight’s information he owned a scrap shop, stripping down and recycling old machines to be repurposed. It was here, somewhere in the city, where they had discovered the remains and information over some unique droids used during the Sacking. What made them unusual were the fact they would explode when any attempt to slice them were made and often republic and Jedi investigators were injured, unable to disarm them before they blow up.

Kennith led the way toward Karile’s shop, a shoddy and small dome like building with its location just on the outskirts. Upon approaching the building the rescuers would notice three men standing outside in the dusty scenery. Arguing with them appeared to be the contact, Karlie, as the conversation seemed to become more heated by the moment. The darker complex of the four, Karlie feverishly waved his hands about with a protest that could easily be picked up by bypassers. .

“Tell Janglor, that debt was paid! I sent it with his errand girl, Jiek. You should be talking to her, not me.”

The human scoffed, his hand lingering toward his blaster at his belt. “Don’t play with me. He doesn’t like to be seen as the fool and you’re in deep as it is, Karlie.”

None of them seemed to have noticed the Jedi approaching them.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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Oh don't be a baby, it puts hair on your chest.

@Freeshooter92

Which you'll turn gray soon enough! :p

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Looks at the conversation and grumbles about more work...

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

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Well, since Robeatics seems to have fallen of the face of the planet, I'll be happy to join in order to get interaction going between Icarus and Racheli. We'll find a way to get that working. Sound good?

@EnterTheHero

No problem, though you could have Gabriel stash the trunk somewhere safe and summarize what happened? Last I knew, you two were still fighting over that damn thing. If Robeatics is MIA, than gloss over it. *pauses and looks around for the Player to suddenly pop up like last time* :p

Besides, I think Justine could use the help or she might have a hellish time against this NPC. Think a cocktail of Batman's Bane and the Hulk powers, with a nasty cocky attitude and alpha dog complex. He would enjoy tearing apart anyone that can challenge him, including any girls. Sadly, Racheli's down and out because the virus heading toward it's end stages sadly.

Also, still looking over your PM btw. You seem to time it when all my rps want me and I've not figured out how you do that!!!

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

Raa was too closed off to notice anything happening around her. Her hands closed about her helmet and protecting herself, shaking like a leaf. Even worse were her own thoughts. Over and over, she was thinking she had been shot and any moment she would collapse from it. She shot me… I’m dead...I’m dead… The ideas seemed so real. So plausible to her when her eyes spotted the gun flash and heard the bang, not fully realizing it wasn’t aimed for her at all.

Like Raa, everyone already reacted to the attempted murder in different ways.

Donny shot forward and slammed the Turian down, cutting her, ordering her to stand down. Meanwhile she pleaded for her life and curled up into a defensive ball, similar to Raa. Tacticus made a muffled shout, his botic shield raised, while he felt a hand on his shoulder. His commanding officer scolded him and reminded him to butt out next time, her body turned to walk away to set up a defensive perimeter. Avatar had already stepped toward the terminal, preparing it, before taking out its shotgun. When RK got a request for the virus, she immediately uploaded for the Geth to insert, her hands still busy with trying to get Raa back on her feet. Already Solares, who had shooed away Donny, was tending to the Turian female and her wounds.

Raa wasn’t seeing any of it, her mind settled in pure shock. Her fingers had partially tried to break her helmet with their pressure but thankful she wasn’t strong enough as she curled there trembling like a leaf. She wanted to go home, where it was safe and she wasn’t being shot at. It took a moment or two for her realize she was being pulled upright. Voira’s eyes studied, checking her over, seeking for some small wound or tear before seemingly satisfied. Sensing Raa’s terror, Voira’s arms wrapped about her and held her close. Raa was immediately attracted to the security, Raa hugged back and leaned into it. She finally noted the fighting was done when the others, mostly the cabalist, started to pull ranks toward the door. It seemed they were setting up a defensive perimeter.

Gently, Voira, after calming her down, had guided her to the terminal.When her hands touched the console, RK took over and started to speak. “Alright, Raa. Can you hear me hun?”

Raa nodded, meekly. Her digits already on the keyboard as she paused, her mind blank for what she was suppose to do. RK naturally filled her in with a gentle nudge and quickly downloaded the virus. It would take some time while the pair prevented anyone from tampering with it before it complete. Raa’s fingers flew across the keyboard quickly and her mind faded from the scene, absorbed into her work. While RK talked, muffling out the sound within Raa’s helmet, she focused on keeping her charge centered on her task at hand. Being close to the terminal and from the direct fire, they were both sadly unaware of the bouncing grenade into range.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

And Blood Timeskip is away!!!!

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Time Skip- 5 days: Opening Feast
Morning

Dawn redden the skies in the normal twilight fashion across the College skies, making them bleed crimson. It was a solemn and silent reminder, the historic scars erased in a few days, that no one truly forgotten the events of last Opening Feast. The last few days since the missions had passed into a subtle lull. Mostly individuals being healed within the medical, their supplies nearly dwindled to about a third of their reserves, as students were allowed time off. Now the day’s morning was nothing more than a series of busy bodies stirring to prepare for the new arrivals and diplomats arriving nearer noon. Most the college areas showed some evidence of the upcoming Feast.

The most dominant were the kitchens. Various scents and platters were escaping the ovens, the aromas were scattering throughout the inner walls and making most students ambling past water at the mouth. The hard work could be heard through clattering dishes and pots, the chiefs and staff helping to brew easy to eat items for a light lunch until the main event. Dishwashers were banging the wooden and ceramic as the food vanished into water, rinsed by the simple touch of a rune that once again flushed it clean and ready for another round of soap. The Gardens outside were trimmed, cut and decorated by many of Lucilia’s students from mages at all stages, their skills put to good use. Pretty red to yellow, flowers of all kinds littered the once green grasses to break up the monologue in the summer scene. Others were cleaning out the pond where the fish were caught and farmed with barely a ripple. Further out was stables being cleaned as Guardsmen patrolled the grounds, their eyes peeled for trouble. Forges were closed for anything larger than a horseshoe to make a better impression which upset, especially Tyrael, artisans within the areas of weapons forging and runes.

Inside Khan’s office was purged of all demonic life and cleansed, returning it back to its original state, as students scrubbed the stone walls. The brush gleaned away the grim until the walls looked like new again. Golems milled around to check the area around for threat, ensuring the students were safe. Healers and Sam were stocking the medical wing should this event turn into the last.