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Arn had finally started to release his death grip upon himself that was leaving his knuckles white and the back of his hands red. When the bow wielding white haired lad asked something than never in his life the dwarf would think he would hear outside the hushed whispers of the Iron Keep Halls.

"Excuse me, you did just say your Arn HammerStone? Are you related to Krum HammerStone?”

The young Cleric lost all his composure. He snapped his head in the direction of the young bowman so fast that his speed would have broken his neck had it not been resting on a properly muscled roped neck of a dwarf who had been training for almost 50 years as a cadet. His already big eyes extended greedily across his face occupying more real estate in an effort to visually understand how the name of his estranged uncle could be proceeding from a human lad.

Back in the deep halls of the mountain kingdom few spoke the name of the once celebrated blacksmith. Those who did, spoke in an negative tone. Not out of disrespect, but out of pity and shame. Two words that should never be linked to a dwarf that wanted their names to be sung in glory in the Ale houses of the kingdom.

Arn had never met his uncle, having not even been born when the man left the close knit dwarven community. He had only learned bits and pieces from hearsay and small talks he had with his mother. His father would never speak of him and while he did not openly renounce his brother, it was clear that the memory of the once famous warrior was not welcomed in the HammerStone clan.

The young Cadet uttered an almost babbling “What.. HO.... How…?” The obvious disbelief and total shock in his voice readily apparent to any one within ear shot or paying attention. His current behavior would have been quite and affront to his military training and stoic people.

Indeed, his drill sergeant often said. “Control your emotions, surprise is like getting caught with your pants down…it makes it easy to get Fucked!”

The fates seem to be smiling upon the young dwarf. A distraction came in the shape of an accidentally tail swipe given by the strange, yet enthralling, fox girl whom Arn had tried to analyze via his peripheral vision. The timely arrival of two demon looking individuals and an interesting colored haired girl to their table, coupled with the good natured teasing of the curiously tinted pleasing silver haired girl at the end of the table, allowed Arn to calm himself and gather his wits about him.

As if this obvious hand of luck was not enough, the appearance and sudden commanded silence of the entire hall as a group of eye catching individuals further diverted attention from the erring dwarf. He silently thanked the fates and hoped that this great amount of luck would not negatively affect him in the back draft.

It was almost evident how he neatly packed his emotions back in order as efficiently as he packed his ruck sack for a long march. The stoic face that he presented to the world appeared once more on his face and his hands once again interlocked like the gates of Iron Gate Fort.

The young dwarf waited patiently as some food and introductions went around. Once he had the full attention of the white haired bowman again he proclaimed clearly. “Please excuse my sudden outburst. Krum HammerStone is my uncle. Please forgive my forwardness but If I may, how do you know that name?”

Finn was smiling at Selana as she finished introducing herself, Valencia and himself. She was really pushing herself out of her comfort zone. He glanced back to Arn as he got his attention once again. Being formal with him. He smiled at the dwarf and said, "Well that would mean we are cousins. Because I call him Uncle as well. My father and he are close friends, and he spent some time with us over the last four years." He paused to give the dwarf a moment to let the confusion set in. Before pulling back his left sleeve. Revealing the ghostly glow of the core of his prosthetic. "Where he made and has adjusted this for me."

A sudden wave of jealousy and cryptic anger swept over the dwarf, the origin unknown.

Cousins? How could a human be considered family? Had his uncle gone as far as to mate and form a family with a human? If so, were there other cousins unknown to him in the world? Why had his uncle preferred the company of humans over that of his own flesh and blood?

Arn’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Thankfully, other than a slight twitch to his left eye and the tightening of his hands, not much was revealed. His voice was controlled as he hoped to ask the questions that flashed in his brain in a more proper way.

When the young man showed him the prosthetic his mind raced even more with questions that threatened to make the young dwarf almost faint. However, thanks to his strong mental fortitude instead Arn was able to produce a forced. “That is very interesting. He made this?” His tone was tinted with disbelief but with hope and wonder.

Finn's smile faded slightly, as the Dwarf barely moved a muscle. Not even seeming excited at the prospect that in this vast world, they knew the same man. Krum mentioned a falling out with his brother before. Perhaps Krum's brother had a larger influence on his son's outlook on his uncle. Or perhaps it was the cousins comment. Humans never did get along with Dwarves... perhaps dwarves had the same feelings towards humans? When he asked if he did make this he tilted his head to the side, glancing at the table he grabbed a fork with his left hand and spun it between his fingertips as easily as one would with real fingers. "Indeed he did. He also made my leg as well." He added with a smile. Pulling his pant leg up enough to see the blue glow of the core just above the boot. "Also excuse me for calling you cousin. I just grew close with the man, he's gruff and ornery at first. But a good man. Just don't break any of his creations...." He said with a chuckle...suddenly feeling old bruises long gone pop up on the back of his head from a head smack from the few times he did break one or both of them.

Arn’s eyes were glued to the arm first and the leg second as the archer showed him the marvelous items. A deep sadness settled in Arn’s soul as he felt cheated from having interacted with a man capable of such wonders. His face remained calm but his eyes briefly showed that slight sadness to the world.

The young cadet gave a slight shake of his head. “No excuse need to be given. You must forgive me. You see, I have never met my uncle.” His eyes went back to the prosthetics. “However, I had heard that he was capable of great works of metallurgy but nothing could have prepared me to witness such a marvelous work. You are very lucky.” He then looked at the young bowman. In the young dwarf’s eyes there was a slight tint of sadness and longing.

As quickly as it appeared it was gone. “Please forgive me. I do not believe I caught your name.”

Finn did catch the hint of sadness in the dwarfs tone and in his eyes. " I'm sorry, I didn't realize you didn't meet him. " He said scratching his ear. When the Dwarf asked his name he answered, "Finn Reinheart. It's a pleasure to meet you Arn Thurson of the Stonehammer clan Vassals of the Battlehammer Clan ." He said offering his left hand for a handshake.

Arn extended his own callused hand and taking the metal forged one. It almost felt as if he was holding his own uncle. For it is said, that a blacksmith pours their very soul into their creations. The young dwarf offered Finn a slight smile as he nodded in deference.

"You honor me and my clan addressing thus. I shall take no further of your time." The young cadet let go of the archer's hand grabin his mug of Ale raised it towards Finn. "To your health." And he took a swig, downing the drink in one gulp. He was going to need a few more of these before he could steady his emotions.

@Aerandir

oK, well I am standing by to continue playing
Arn, ever the cadet, had focused his attention beyond the immediate party at his table, to analyzing those at other adjacent ones. He noticed that the vast majority of the student’s were humans. Which made sense as the race proliferated and reproduced at much faster rates than Dwarves. Non humans were the obvious minority with small pockets sitting close together with those of similar backgrounds or race.

He was just finishing appraising the weapons of a what looked like a some beast men looking group when he heard a sound that made the hairs on his back stand straighter than a phalanx of spears ready to receive a Calvary charge….the clearing of a throat meant to catch your attention before being addressed.

“Hello there, I couldn't help but notice you staring at the empty space in front of you. Here, face us instead,"

The young dwarf’s head swung slowly to this left slower than the Three-ton metal and stone doors of the Iron Keep. Finally, his eyes caught sight of something that made his skin craw under his chain shirt. The eager and smiling face of a blonde lad was looking straight at him. The boy’s eyes bright and expectant made the cleric in training swallow hard.

Arn tightened his interlocking fingers so hard that a lesser race’s skull would have been crushed between them. His mind raced trying to find excuses to avoid interaction. However, there was no possibility for tactical retreat. Especially when the deadly first introductions were fired into him like a cloud of ballista bolts.

"My name is Calven Fallard - but you can call me Cal!" the blond chirped happily before pointing to the magus next to him, "...and this is my lovely roommate Ixius Delthrane! We’re both from the Magus’ Librarium if you’ve heard of it."

The dwarf offered a slight nod to to Cal and in the direction of Ixius. He may abhor the idea of being chummy with strangers but he was still required to show proper etiquette and respect. Keeping the majority of his body taunt and facing forward so that only head was turned in their direction, the dwarf took a deep breath and then produced a properly respectful and polite voice.

“Greetings, I am Arn Second son of Thur HammerStone and Vassals to the BattlerHammer clan. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Yes, I have heard of the Librarium.” He immediately snapped his head to the front as if to signify that he had done his social obligation of being polite and that the conversation was over.

As he did so, his heart dropped as yet another new comer showed up. The dwarf started to scan the other tables nearby. He was looking for some sort of dwarven looking body that he could excuse himself to under the premise that he might know them. At least, if there was a dwarven person then they could be quiet together.
@vancexentan We can continue without Auriel as we had stated and then you can do a mini quest for her. Or we can just put it on pause if you want. Is there any character development we can do in the mean time and we can retcon or if not, we can wait unless you think that we can proceed with the mission ourselves. Either way I am good.
@Whoami its ok, I completely understand. I think a fulfilling post is better than a rushed one. Also, please take care on your Field EX. Dont get bit by chiggers and ensure to hydrate.
@Blizz Aw I was about to bring you a wolf thing but I understand. You still 100 in my book

Arn had followed the crowd of students into the dining hall. He had believed to be early due to the lack of long lines, but the dining hall was so vast that it easily accommodated the students who sat on long tables. He had tried to find a table that was not already being used to sit apart and solitary rather than be coaxed into engaging into conversation.

The dwarf had enjoyed his walk towards the Dining Hall. The school was well suited to house the multitude of students. The grounds sported trees and patches of grass that were gently traversed using the flag stone paths. Benches dotted the paths here and there and small ponds completed the scene of extreme serenity. Truly a place to focus on training.

While looking at the map he also noticed an area labeled “Training Grounds”. He made a mental note to visit this in an effort to maintain his physical and weapons training up to date. The Academy boasted many buildings and classrooms. It was not wonder that it held such a reputation for training and producing quality adventurers that would serve rulers and the elite as mercenaries, body guards and sometimes even in their armies.

A thought started to nag at him as he walked. Getting entry into the Academy was very difficult. One had to be of exceptional skill or exceptional wealth. Arn had neither. While it was true that they were vassals of the Battlehammer clan, the patriarch being the cousin to the ruling dynasty for more than six generations, his own StoneHammer clan was nothing more than a small family. They were little more than glorified landowners. Even amongst the bannermen of the Battlehammer clan, his family was medium in power and importance at most.

While it was true that a few members of his family had distinguished themselves amongst the people of Iron Keep, the young cleric was definitely not amongst them. His brother Krev, was a legend amongst the Underdark, or the Beneath as some other races called it. While the legend did not extent much beyond the confines of the great Iron Mountains and the dwarven kingdom, many inside these borders knew the name.

Another well known person was his uncle, Krum of the Silver hand. Now HE was famous and known through out the world as the great Magic Smith. He had devised a method of combining magic and metallurgy to produce prosthetics that almost mimicked the original body parts. Despite this this obvious useful and worthy achievement, many in the dwarven kingdom frowned upon the blatant use of arcane magic.

His own father, Thur, had not spoken to Krum since he left the ancestral home almost 100 years ago. Nor had Krum returned, even after graduating from Hoseforn’s. It was rumored that the Magic Smith had set up shop in some remote location Krum’s wares however, had become highly priced and came at a high price.

Arn hoped to one day be able to set his eyes and study one of these wares. As a cleric, having the ability to make broken men whole and in this manner enhancing the fighting force of Iron Keep was almost a necessity. He needed to do this despite the bad taste in his father’s mouth. Delving so deep in the Arcane was very untoward of an honorable dwarf who relied solely on the strength of his arm.

So here he was, in the Academy his estranged uncle had once attended and which he had no idea how he managed to enter. After all, he had not applied or had the means to enter. This was a matter he needed to figure out. But first, he needed to figure out where to sit.

The cadet was not really shy but his social interaction was limited to either dwarven people who were boisterous and hearty or the military professionalism drilled into him. In situations such as these, he often opted for the latter. This is why after failing to find any spots readily open and been give a few dirty looks from tables filled mainly with humans or mainly with non-humans, for he looked very much like just as short human, he worked up the nerve to approach a table that had the most open seats. Currently it housed two girls and three boys.

He approach from the direction of a white haired lad who was sporting a bow. He stopped a respectable distance to the lad’s side and clearly opened his mouth to efficiently say. “Greetings. Respectfully request to use this seat if it has not been taken yet”. The lad, who seemed to be just slightly taller than him but much more lite, offered a friendly "of course" and pointed to the seat next available seat next to him. His eyes caught something pink from the corner of his eyes and realized he was looking at girl who had long fox ears. The girl smiled and nodded, obviously trying to be friendly but Arn quickly assumed a thousand yard stare posture. He had been graciously allowed to sit and he did so.

So now he was here, sitting with the white haired archer to his right and a blonde haired boy to his left who was really eagerly looking at him. A second mage type (was he the one who had been bumped?) sat to the left of the blonde boy. A silver haired girl and the fox girl sat to the right of the welcoming white haired archer. The young dwarf was trying to make no eye contact, with his hands clasped in front of him and resting rigidly on the table. His back straight and his face stoic. Every now and then he would steal glances at his table mates. He most often looked at the pink haired fox tailed girl. As a Cleric, he was very interested in anatomy and he had never seen or heard of a demi human with fox ears. To be fair, his interaction to the outside world was very limited.

He took long controlled breaths. Hoping that he varied company was enough to deflect any sort of engagement in his direction. After all, why would any care to engage a dwarf who seemed to be content in keeping quiet? The seating arrangement would also enable him to stay in middle ground as it seemed that the two boys knew each other and the two girls and the white haired lad was a trio. Unfortunately, there seemed to still be some space open in front of him. He hoped that the feast would start soon. Dining times at the Fort always meant quiet. Then perhaps there would be some sort of presentation that would further aid his mission of staying in the background.
Arn had no problem in sharing the bed with the sleeping Eilis. The oversize mattress was more than roomy for him to be basically next to her with his back to the head rest which was padded and more comfortable than the mattresses at the barracks.

Yet despite all this comfort, his soul and body was not ready for rest. It rejected it. His mind was racing down paths and up others so quickly that had he not been sitting he would be dizzy.

To center and anchor himself he recalled the event of the night. His sharp mind analyzed and was able to recreate the scene to almost perfection. The way the dark haired witch looked, attacked, felt in the Aether. The way that her and Eilis had conjured magic almost as if creating it from thin air. His own actions and results of those actions.

He detached his feelings from the situation or he would wake the sleeping lady with his disturbance of the Aether. Even the scenes when the witch hurt her, even the scenes when Eilis hurt Tyrhallan and attempted to hurt him. Even the scene where he had to basically choke the woman he swore to protect.

The battle mage dissected and stored every sliver of information for further study. He was very efficient at this. Few knew but he even could even recall the death of his mother specifically. The way the sooth fell on her face and every second as the fire consumed her….his fire.

He felt the same pit in his heart as he had then. Innocent people had been hurt because he was too weak to defend them. The young girl next to him. He brushed her hair gently with his hand every now and then. Almost as if to ensure she was still alive. Also, as a way to reinforce his connection to her. The other innocent, a man of honor who had done nothing more than be unfortunate at meeting the mage.

Arn still remembered the kind words the man had spoken to him while still bearing a gaping wound. The consequence of the mage keeping his promise and denying the knight information on the danger the girl and any who was around her faced.

“I am a knight and a noble, poor knight would I be if I were to send those in need of help away from our door.” Tyrhallan calmly replied as he made no attempts to stop Arn, instead he reassured him.
“Rest well and rest easy. Have no fear of us for we will not turn you out. I would bring shame upon my family’s name if I were to do so. The Venray family does not shirk its duty for fear of some troubles and inconveniences. So do not worry about it. There is no debt to settle nor payment to fulfil.”


The Knight Captain may not keep tabs or demand repayment but the Master Mage would forever carry a debt that little more than his own life could settle. The ex Captain had demanded an explanation and the mage could not fault him for such a desire. He would hold his side of the bargain and tell as much as he could. However the secret was Eilis to reveal.

His mind wandered back to the sleeping girl at his side. The even rise and fall of her chest in such a peaceful manner made his soul drop even lower. He recalled the taunting truths of the witch regarding the purity of Eilis. He cared not even if he truly believed that the girl was not longer pure. To Arn, she was spotless. What he focused on was the idea of connection.

He began a sort of trance, not truly sleeping but aware enough to sense any danger and be ready to operate should the need arise. In this state, he was able to navigate his own Thread. Via a third eye, he began to slowly discern the different sections of the weave. They glowed, the more magic flowing through them the brighter they were.

Looking down at Eilis he could see her brightness as he remembered it from the hospital ship. She was so pure white that it was almost blinding, like looking at a star with your naked eyes. He forced himself past that enjoying the feeling of her energy. Suddenly, he noticed them, slithering dark tendrils that lustfully clung to her thread.

They seemed to be crawling on her Thread, almost as if part of it but not. This would prove to be an issue if clearing needed to be performed. Also, not understanding the nature of the actual magic performed and how the bonds intertwined with her made the procedure very dangerous. He would have to study it more and research any available data.

He felt the tiny change in her Thread and came out of his trance just as she called his name.
“Arn…”

His hand moved to brush her hair. “I am here” he said softly. As he positioned himself, almost laying down sideways so he could look down at her and staring into her eyes. His gaze was searching, trying to see if any semblance of the dark Eilis remained. All he found was the eyes of the girl who he had met in that hospital ship.

“I’m sorry…”
He frowned. There was no reason that could come to his mind as to why she should be apologizing. But before he could say anything she continued. Her tone of voice hurt him more than the words she was saying.

"I…hope I still…will you forgive me?”
He shook his head. Thinking quickly that she may misunderstand this motion he quickly added. “Eilis, there is nothing to forgive.” He must have spoken too softly because she continued.

“I…I know I am probably past that point, having squandered your good will.” She started. “And I would understand that you would want to send me away after all of that…but for my own heart sake I must ask. Will you forgive me?”

Arn pursed his lips at the foolishness of his protegee. He used one of his hands and gently using his fingers to lift her head to look back up at him he gave her the most tender look that even he taught possible. His voice was soft and reassuring. The full conviction of his words clear in the tone he spoke. “There is nothing to forgive. Indeed, I should be asking you to forgive me. I promised you would not need to fear your pursuers and yet under my very nose you were assailed.” It was his turn to avert his eyes but he steeled himself and continued. “I will say, your secret did surprise me. Perhaps it should be you who should be protecting me.” This time he offered her a smile.

“There is nothing to forgive.” He said again as if he wanted to drive the point forward. “I must say that you are full of mystery.” His tone changed to one of awe and longing. He quickly reined it back to a calm and reassuring one. “Nothing has changed. You are still under my protection and we both are under Knight Captain Tyrhallan’s.”

Trying to cut off any dismay she had he put a finger gently on her soft lips. “Before you say anything, no one blames you for last night. But there are many questions. I will honor my promise to you but I do feel that we all could be better prepared if you could and desire to share the full story with us.” He again looked assertively into her yes. “Only if you wish.” He straightened up and his voice because a bit more business like.

“Now, are you hurt? I cleaned your cut and bruises but I dared not invade your privacy searching further.” He said embarrassedly implying he did not search her fully.
For info purposes only. Not a CS

Kana Kinoshi WIP

Name : Name: Kana Kinoshi

Nickname : Doc

Gender : Male

Age : 36

Appearance :

Kana is 5’ 7” and weighs 180 pounds. He has long dark hair down to his waist which he mostly keeps tied into a heavy braid. His skin is a nice tan due to his Sand Country ancestry. His eyes are a sort of brownish hazel kept behind glasses. He often wears a modified lab coat over his t shirt. The coat is fitted and has many more pockets than a regular one making it seem more like a long vest that falls to mid-thigh. He has a sort of tenor voice which raises a bit higher when he is excited. He is extremely sarcastic and uses this to cope with dangerous or stressful situations.

Personality:
“Life is to be valued and protected even at the cost of one's own life. Yet, life is not an asset, you cannot use other people's lives, only they can choose to give up their own life.”

During his Academy days, Kana was a quiet boy. He was given more to reading. He always found different things interesting, from history to scientific journals. He was never really good at keeping up with the pop culture which made him awkward in social talks. He was friendly but shy. He was always ready to help and would put others first. He likes cat though he has none of his own. He will always feed strays. He has short hair and mostly wears a T shirt and comfortable jeans. He has short hair and big glasses.

He is very focused on medicine and will often be found reading a book. During his Chunin phase of his life, he developed a very sarcastic
approach and He likes to be silly because he feels that life is too short to be all sour. He is not reckless or stupid but enjoys the occasional rebellion.


Status : Jounin

Chakra : Lightning/Wind and Medical Jutsu

Jutsu :















Background: Kana comes from a long line of healers. His grandmother married a Sand Village shinobi who had been targeted for death due to some obscure reason. He was found on the forest boundaries of the Fire Country near Konoha. This is the reason the Kinoshi Family know many wind techniques and are able to summon birds. Kana was not a stellar student, but he did find interest in the medical jutsus and is competent in wind and lighting styles. He enjoys volunteering at the hospital and would prefer the white walls to outside missions. However, he knows that combat medics are extremely valuable and understands his duty. Few people know that the reason he is so involved in Medical Jutsu is because his younger sister has a degenerative disease that is slowly killing her. It is his aim to find a medicine or jutsu that would be able to cure her. He had to take the Chunnin exams twice and just recently was given the title of Jounin due to his ability to perform Jutsu but cares very little about rank and instead focuses on doing his best. Currently not part of any team but is happy to be a trauma doctor in the hospital.

He was in the same team 9 as Mizo during their Genin years but though good team mates, they never really developed deep bonds. He was always curious of her views which often made her and their team leader dive into long arguments. He lost track of her when she went to the mountain of toads.


Fighting Style:
He developed a long range sort of fighting style. Kana will stick to his wind style when at all possible keeping to the shadows and using thrown weapons. Much of his wind style is centered on incapacitating as many opponents as possible. As a medical Nin, he is able to evade many attacks and does not consider fighting from the shadows as cowardice. Defensive: once the enemy gets in to mid-close range, Kana will evade and place distance between them. He will also use his poison and Raiton jutsu to incapacitate as many enemy as possible giving him a better chance to avoid direct combat. He also follows instructions as much as possible and will allow his platoon members to do their job and will not rush in if he sees them get hurt because he knows that if he gets hurt then they are all dead. his Medical taijutsu also enables him to use others weakness to his advantage hitting key points in the body. Using his superior intellect, he formulates plans and attacks in which the mission can be accomplished with the least amount of bloodshed as possible. He may not be a good a tactician as a Nara but he is not a berserker.

The thing is and this is what I find, whilst I can and have done writing rp's with groups of people, there will always be certain characters you just are better able to work with.
Others might not get the amount of depth or 'more content' that those you click with might have.
That said, I don't mind having more people, should you wish to bring someone in, but I myself wasn't particularly thinking of it. I kind of gotten used to us three doing Broken Skies, which now had become the both of us.


As I stated, I am more than happy on it just being us. I enjoy your post crafting and I enjoy our rhythm. I kind of just wanted to put it out there that in the even you felt we needed fresh blood I would be ok. As it stands, I think any more people might feel like third wheel.

Oh and don't worry too much about Eilis, while I enjoy throwing her around like a little ragdoll and tell you her death is imminent, I still need her alive, unless you're going to go rogue on me and suddenly reveal that Arn was an evil overlord all this time, she isn't going anywhere.
Arn's stuck with her.


lol, plot twist anyone? buuuuuut you may not be too far off. lol. I really have to work on the secondary story plot. I just forget cus I am enjoying focusing on the two unfortunates.

Man the old venray dude is salty huh? dang Scyllia cut him deep lol. I see a foreshadowing for poor Arn lol.
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