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I guess my comfort zone is "eccentric side character."

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@Dezuel@Bartimaeus@Crowvette

These are your opponents:







You've seen enough to get a feel for how the three of them fight. Eulogy will hang back, summoning a legion of ghosts to defend their flag with her horn while Reverie will usually make a beeline for the opposing flag. Misery will support either one depending on the circumstances, usually Reverie until she crossed the halfway mark or until she hears three sharp toots from Eulogy's horn, at which point she turns around to assist Eulogy on defense.

Fighting Reverie is obviously a trap. Once she reaches Gear 3 no one so far has been fast enough to stop her from just taking the flag. The problem is that you have to fight her to stop her from taking the flag anyway.
"Wait, won-" Dog started, but the ground had already started to freeze. Dog yelped and jumped up on one of the clothes racks as the ice spread across the ground. "Won't that make the ground slippery?"





As they stepped out onto the field Bak's eyes were focused forward with the sort of intensity she usually only had when punishing students, her eyes fixed on a point in the far wall as if trying to stare through it.

As a matter of fact, she was staring through it thanks to her thermal vision. She could see the shape of them n the other side of the wall, blobby outlines of heat that morphed and fluctuated with their movements. She clenched her fists at the sight, one of them still hidden under the cast she'd hadn't had to take off yet thanks to the efforts of Rurik and Christine. She was happy for that. It was like she was getting to save it for this special occasion.

"They are all clustered up now." She said. "When they move I will tell you where they go." Bak wasn't fast enough to mount an effective offensive against the enemy flag, so it was advantageous for get to stay as far back as possible so she could relay enemy movement to her team. This meant that she was also the iron fortress that defended the flag if worst came to worst. That might not work this time, however. Brutus was over there, after all.

She narrowed her eyes. "Rurik, Christine, I would like very much to crush these vigilantes into the dirt."

@Hammerman@Bartimaeus@rawkhawk64@Crowvette@KillamriX88
Name: Eldrid Cole
Age: 17
Physical Description:

Important items:

-"Spellbook": An omni-tool. Most of the personal data on it is made up of observations on different spells, including cost/benefit analysis, possible improvements, what the spell might say about the user who developed it, and a personal rating of the spell. In addition it contains several descriptions of spells "in development," ideas on new spells, several unfinished fantasy novellas, and the novel Starless Space.

- Gollet Gourd: A war trophy taken from the hut of a Gill warrior. Made from the fruit of the Gollet vine native to the gill homeworld, these exceptionally hard gourds are typically hollowed out and used to transport alcohol underwater. Gollet Gourds are so hardy that they have been found in pristine shape after being lost for years at a time. This one is about the size of a large backpack, covered in inscriptions of the Gills family history, and had been enchanted with a a weak flight spell to make it easier to carry. Currently filled with water.

- Flack Jacket: As much as Eldrid dislikes ever having been a soldier this is just a practical fallout defense. Worn under his clothing.

- Coil Pistol: Same as above, a fallback weapon in the event he runs out of energy. Practices with it every day, even if he dislikes it.

- Makeup kit: A personal item. For use in looking like a proper wizard.

Short Bio: Eldrid wrote his bestseller at 12, on a dare.

The bet was simple. Eldrid had been writing for a small circle of online friends for years at that point and a discussion came up about whether "fantasy" could be accepted in this day and age. Most of them contended that wizards and interplanetary romance was too outdated in a world where aliens and magic actually existed and Eldrid strongly disagreed, arguing that the "essential essence" of such stories was timeless and universal. Things escalated until a ultimatum was given: if Eldris was so sure a book like that would be taken seriously, maybe he should write one himself.

Eldrid was back in three months with Starless Space, a moving exploration of the human spirit in the face of an unfathomable doom that was also filled to the brim with fight scenes, magic, and loving descriptions of how little the characters outfits left to the imagination. At least that was what the reviews said later, after his friends urged him to send it to a publisher.

He was taken soon after the book became a best seller. Maybe they'd read the book and thought maybe he'd have a knack for the magic. It was stupid, in his opinion very little evidence to go on in regards to kidnapping someone for a magic super-soldier program. It didn't help that they turned out to be right. He took to magic like a duck to water. Took to it a little too well. While everyone else was driven to the brink of anxious nervous breakdowns from the harsh training and cruel conditions Eldrid leaned hard into the study as a coping mechanism. He would watch other kids, trying to pick out the flaws and weaknesses of their magic, and would readily discuss the principles and mechanisms of magic with any of the adults who would give him the time of day. This quickly lead to a reputation, not entirely unearned, of being a suck up, a rat, and a collaborator that he's never managed to shake even to this day. As such he was kept at arms length by any squad that he was assigned to, which may have inspired how strictly utilitarian his magic is as he was essentially operating with little to no support through most of his "career."

As opposed to this philosophy he began dressing loudly and provocatively after they were freed by the Rau've. They say you should dress for the job you want, and now that Eldrid is free he will accept nothing less that "Universe Greatest Wizard." It is to that end that he follows along to fight the Ascendancy. After all, they were never going to hand over the research that went into them willingly. Eldrid wants to know everything about what his projected limits are, so when he flies past them it will be more satisfying.

Spell List:

- Enchantment (High): As an enchanter Eldrid can weave magic spells into mundane objects.

- Arcane Shot (High): A silvery projectile made of pure magic fired from the middle and index finger. Stronger than any bullet it can be fired either in individual shots or a single concentrated beam.

- Flight (World): Eldrid can manipulate gravity to allow himself to fly. He tries to keep it to a normal running pace, as the faster he moves the ore energy Flight uses up.

- Veil of Seas (World): Eldrid calls upon nearby water, pulling it up to form a curtain around him or another target. Maximizing the essence of water that allows it to "Erode" and "Refract," this curtain will erode sold bullets away and refract lasers fired at it around the person it is protecting. The amount of punishment it can sustain is dependent on the amount of water used to create the curtain. While Eldrid is present the curtain can be moved and even open up small holes to act as "gunports." He uses this spell instead of a more conventional magic shield because it cost less energy to manipulate something that already exists than to form something new, and water is common on the sort of habitual worlds he would be fighting.

Earth Soldiers (World): Eldrid calls upon the earth to create up to twelve human sized from the ground around him. Special attention is paid to the shaping of their hands, so that they might use the enemy's weapons. Earth Soldiers can can be either directly controlled by Eldrid or follow simple, one sentence commands. He uses this spell for much the same reason as Veil of Seas: no matter where you're fighting there's probably always going to be earth under your feet.

Gruel (Change): Eldrid can touch inorganic matter with his hand to change it into a grey, viscous, tasteless paste. This paste is edible, with all the necessary vitamins and mineral for a human to survive by just eating it for three meals a day. Yum yum...

Exceptional Skill List: N/a
Dog's eyes darted around the room when he saw Mikkish enter into a fighting stance, catching a hint of chitinous hide and a long wicked tail slink behind one of the racks, out of sight. Dog slowly edged his way away from the racks toward the rest of the group. He hadn't been able to smell them either over the musk of the unread that filled this enclosed space.

"I hope the next floor isn't this rotten." He said quietly, tensing himself to avoid an attack from any direction. He might not be able to smell, but he could still listen. Now that he'd opened his ears to it he could hear the slow pad of footfalls, the rustling of fabric as they brushed up against it. How many? How many was this? There was one, he knew. He could hear it, creeping around riiiiiight over...there!

Vinashy had the rocket launcher. "Hey." Dog said, voice steady so as not to alert the new monsters. He pointed where he thought one of the things was creeping around. "Shoot there." @Shadow Dragon
Dog can't help but cover his nose as the stench almost overwhelms him. Why were so many of these guys so rank? "I think the only armor you'd find around this place is football pads. Hey, that's not a bad Idea actually. Couldn't hurt at least."

"And an alien is a thing that comes down from the sky in a flying saucer to take people and do weird stuff like this. And other bad stuff. Like, they cut up cows and make crop circles and things. I think it's as good an explanation as any. Because, no offence guy," he calls over to Mikkish. "But Maniacles isn't a company I've ever heard of, and if they were big enough to pull something like this off I'd have had to fight something they made or kidnap someone who works for them at some point. Or at least heard my pals talk about doing something like that..."
"Hey! Hey hey hey!" Dog shouted, sprinting to the back of the store and reaching the elevator just as the door shut. "Hey!" he continued, pounding futilely on the back wall. He sadly scraped his hands down the wall and turned around. "Sorry, he got away." He sad, rubbing his head. He suddenly sniffed and looked back over at his gore stained wrist. Angrily and ripped off his shirt and threw it on the floor. If he'd been able to smell properly in all this death and muck they would have found that guy sooner. He grabbed another shirt of similar size and color off one of the racks and slipped it on.
@Strong Potato

"But I told you my name." Dog said as he stoop to pick up the scrap of paper Mikkish had dropped and read it while walking. "I told you my name when we met."

@Dealdric
"I told ya, it's Dog." He looked down at himself. "As for necromancy, maybe? I think it's called mad science we're I'm from. They grew me in a tube. Or they put me in a tube and I came out like this...they never tell us anything about how we're made."

Dof was beginning to cotton on to the fact that whatever was happening down here was something...else. Weirder that some kind of weapons test. These guys, well, it was getting pretty clear that they weren't other experiments from other labs. He didn't even think they lived on the same planet. "Oh man, you guys don't think we've been abducted by aliens do you?"


Dog didn't know how to handle someone petting him on the head, but he appreciated it. Even if it was from a huge cold guy. "I been around for like 8 years." He shared. "At least, I think so. That's as far back as I remember at least. And, uh, my names not really Dog. It's Jackal. But everybody else called me Dog 'cause they said I was too nice. So I'm Dog now."
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