Overlord Thraka

The Room

*Horus frowns*
Horus: Perhaps we've encountered different creatures... Regardless, how did you end up here? I we were just walking through the woods and just... wound up here.
*He watches Lecter's bird cautiously*

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*Horus's feathery eyebrow arches at Lecter's reaction to being called human*
Horus: Agreed. I tend to exterminate the ones I find. Though my usual foes are monsters, often described in human myths.

*Iris smiles, waves to everyone and leads Hanna towards the room*
Iris: Come on dear, let's go see if we can find something to eat. When was the last time you ate anyways?
*She opens the door as she looks down at Hanna with slight concern*

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*Horus frowns and shakes his head*
Horus: You're right, I'm not human. But I am not a Devil, human. I tend not to get along with Devils, Demons and the like.
*He looks at Lecter with caution now.*

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*Horus turns to frown at Lecter*
Horus: Humans, what do you mean other devils?

*Iris looks around a bit, possibly spying the room.*
Iris: That... looks familiar... Hanna, why don't we go see what's in there?
*She smiles down at Hanna*

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*Horus keeps his eyes on Jillian, ready to leap into action if she draws her gun*
Horus: I fight to protect those who can't protect themselves, and keep those I care about safe.

*Iris smiles encouragingly down at Hanna*
Iris: Hey, it's okay. We're safe now! No more running!

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*Horus looks down at Jillian and narrows his eyes slightly.*
Horus: I serve no-one. I am my own master. If you're wondering if I'm here to hurt you, or anyone else, then the answer is no. I count most humans as friends or allies.
*He blinks as if trying to remember something*
Horus: Gunslinger? Now why does that sound familiar... Ah I'm sure it's nothing.

*Iris nods to Lecter, smiling honestly, then looks over her own shoulder.*
Iris: Just one more! Hanna dear, you can come out now! It's safe!
*She looks between Jillian and Horus.*
Iris: Oh that's not true! You certainly serve me often enough!
*She laughs cheerily and elbows Horus in the ribs jokingly*

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Horus nods.
"Among out people, a title is part of you name." he says gruffly
Iris nods, sticking close to Horus with one arm wrapped around his waist.
"Yes! It's each person needs to earn. Then it's imparted into our name. For example, I am Iris the Rainbow Goddess" she says, smiling in a friendly manner
She looks behind Horus again for some reason and smiles around at everyone

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Horus nods and looks between everyone in front if him, seeming to appraise them.
"Alright then... I guess we'll be able to spend some time there then."
He silently nods then looks over his shoulder at something.
"Come on out!"
From behind him comes a extremely tall woman of great beauty. She's about 7'2" and wears a half-shirt and short shorts over her blue-skinned curves. She brushes a lock of long silky white hair from her face and smiles brightly at everyone.
"Hello!" she says. "I'm Iris!"

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The huge figure steps forwards and reveals himself. He's enormous. From the neck down he looks pretty much human, albeit a huge one. He's dressed like your stereotypical lumberjack, big work boots, jeans and a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. His forearms and hands are covered in dozens, if not hundreds of old scars, barely a inch of flesh is unwounded. He's built like a pro-wrestler, except bigger. Massive muscles and arms like tree-trunks. The other odd thing about his appearance is that instead of a normal human head, he has the head of a Falcon attached to his shoulders.
He raises both hands in a peaceful gesture as he steps forwards into the light.
"Woah there. I don't mean any harm. My name is Horus, The Avenger. Could you tell me where I am?"
There's a hint of movement behind him as he speaks

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A massive lumbering humanoid shape looms out of the darkness of the trees. Over 9 feet tall, with a oddly shaped silhouetted head and massively broad shoulders. It steps towards the group and raises one giant hand, still silhouetted by the darkness of the woods.

Deep in the woods a woman sits around a campfire. She shovels a few handfuls of dirt onto it then stands up and heads towards the room, not knowing truly what direction she's going.
She moves slowly and carefully, watching all around her for signs of danger. Her heavy medieval armor rattles and clanks as she moves and her keeps a hand rested on the jeweled pommel of her massive Claymore strapped to her back. Her hazel eyes dart around from under her metal spiked helmet and her mouth is drawn in permanent frown