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Sightless Syella Stood on the northern side of Shimmertown, hands clasped behind her back, the lids to the holes that were her eyes closed. Taking in a deep breath, she held it for three seconds and then slowly exhaled. The streets smell of smoke and blood. The heat from the nearby burning buildings warmed her rough, black, tree bark looking skin. Her ears picked up the cries of children, the begging of a mother, the screaming of the distraught, and the laughter of the maddened.

Syella, like most of her fellow Sightless and clan members, had only lived long enough to experience what her lord's influence isolated to one region. Occasionally, small groups of people would visit the cult's home, on the Broken Isles, and be influenced by the Insight. The result of this would always be a small act of violence, but nothing like this. Nothing so grand. Nothing so majestic. Nothing so... so... so wonderful!

The ordered chaos, brought on by her lord what glorious. With one fell swoop he brought madness to a peaceful town. People were rioting in the streets. Murdering and overthrowing influential officials. From just a single night's worth of Insight, the town's entire structure was collapsing in on itself. Make way for the one true order which the Clan of Insight would enforce.

A hint of smile crossing Syella's rough, black, lips. This was a glorious day to be sure. The only potential problem was the disturbance from last night. The Being of Many Names had visited the town last night. That could only mean trouble for the Clan. Her mission now was to find the ones who he had spoken to and deal with them appropriately.

"Sightless Syella!" Cried out one of Syella's Clan members. De'laire. That was her name. "Sightless Syella," De'laire said again, "We've encountered opposition in this building. We heard shouts of a Tempraisionist, before the ones shouting it was silenced. Magic deterrents are at the ready."

Syella, opened her eyelids and turn her 'stare' towards De'laire's direction. It was a pointless gesture. However, the gesture showed De'laire she had Syella's attention.

Syella frowned, motioning her head in such a way it appeared as if she were looking De'laire up and down. Sizing her up. Of course, this was all unnecessary. Syella could 'see' De'laire without looking at her using the Insight. Well, it was more like Syella could make out a hazy visual of De'laire, due to the daylight. In fact, where it not for the Distortion, Syella wouldn't have been able to make out De'laire's form at all while the lady stood in the light.

At last Syella smiled. "Surround the building and make sure that no one leaves." Syella said with the characteristically dry voice of a Sightless. "Have the magic users and magic deterrent wielders on standby." Syella turned her eyeless gaze in the direction of the building. "I will speak to the ones inside first."

A smile crossed Syella's face. An ordered resistance when there should be chaos? Syella took it to mean only one thing. She had found the ones The Being of Many Names had spoken to.




I'll prepare another quick Sil Post over the weekend. Need some time to think it over.
Karina Frost
&
Chres Sansus



Luckily for her, it seemed like the explosion had concentrated the attention of the attackers on the other room as there was no one near her door. They were obviously in numeric disadvantage as it was clear just due to the amount of people Karina saw outside. It was maybe only a matter of time for the rest to go there when they see something wrong happened. If they came, they would do the same that they did to the other buildings and citizens. Destroy and kill.

But much for Karina's dismay, as soon as she got out of her room, another explosion shook the entire building, proving that the time for stealth was long gone. She had to be fast, the other explosion came roughly from the same location as the last one. Immediately drawing her rapier and running towards where the explosion came, she arrived just in time to see Chres and probably the one responsible for the explosion engaging in a fight.

The man, with wood splinters all over his face, transforming it in a bloody mess had just got up from the explosion. Behind him, bodies of his allies were on the stairs, probably dead or unconscious and a few ones, growling in pain while they were pulled by others. The man lunged towards Chres with a short sword in hand. Luckily for Chres, he was able to dodge his lunge, albeit it did graze him. It would hardly be dangerous, much less fatal, but that proved that Chres could not be able to dodge the next one.

With an elegant and agile lunge, almost sliding through the wooden floor, Karina stabbed the attacker on the neck from behind. Her rapier's dark red blade completely piercing his neck, making the attacker drop his sword, scratching his throat futilely trying to breathe as he emitted gruesome, gurgling noises as blood came out, hitting Chres in the face.

"Disgusting..." Karina said with a cold expression as suddenly her rapier's blade became incredibly cold, freezing the attacker's blood on the other end where the tip was coming out, impeding it from further soaking Chres on the man's blood. It was a cruel and gruesome scene, but before pulling out her rapier from the dead man's corpse, if Chres paid enough attention, he would see that the blood coming out of the other man's neck froze in a beautiful way, resembling a red flower made of frozen blood. It was a quick sight though, as it was shattered when Karina pulled out her rapier in a swift movement. leaving nothing but a big hole where her rapier was, much bigger than the size of her blade as the area around the sword froze as well.

"There is no time for stealth anymore. We're on a dangerous situation. It doesn't matter how well trained any of us are, we can't do anything against those numbers." Karina said, cold air visibly coming out from her mouth as she exhaled, cleaning her rapier from what remained from that man's blood with a flick of her wrist. The woman standing on front of him right now had an entirely different aura from the courier from the other day. Even if she was already acting rather suspiciously before, it was much more apparent now. Graceful, agile but cold and deadly. There was no doubts about who she was.



Chres raised his eyebrows impressed with her efficiency. Pulling out a handkerchief from one of his pockets he wiped the blood from his brow and frowned at his now stained handkerchief. He let it drop to the floor. He'll get another later.

Taking out his flask, Chres took a sip of his flavored water, he listened to her speak. Nodding as he agreed with everything she said. "Things definitely aren't looking good out there. I saw at least one Sightless outside." Chres said to her as he put away his flask. "Sounded like they recognized that there is at least one Tempraisionist up here as well. They're probably getting the numbing oil now."

Chres sheathed his dagger, knelt down on the floor, and began rummaging through the corpse of the man who just attacked him. "You froze his blood." Chres commented as he grabbed a few knives from the corpse. "I've had my suspicions for a while about you. This pretty much confirms it."

Chres stripped the corpse of the short sword and it's sheath. He strapped the sheath around his waist and placed the short sword inside. Chres then began rummaging through the corpse he killed earlier. "Karina Frost, the Ice Flower. I've heard great things about your prowess. They say you dance across the battlefield." Chres found nothing but a hand ax on this corpse. Good enough. He took the ax and put it through a loop on one of his belts.

"So what are the chances of your allies coming to rescue us?" Chres asked, getting back to his feet. He took out his flask again and took another sip of water. He then offered it to Karina. "It's water." Chres said looking her in the eyes. He then gave a half frown. "Flavored water actually." He corrected.



Karina watched silently as Chres started rummaging through the recently killed bodies. Numbing Oil... An incredibly annoying substance to Tempraisionists... and to her as well. Very problematic. Sheathing her rapier, she crossed her arms, waiting for Chres to finish what he was doing. At that point, she wouldn't be surprised if he figured out that she wasn't a courier. After all, disguise, stealth... all her plan literally went through the window after Gin's appearance. But she didn't expect Chres would know even her name.

Sure... There aren't many white haired girls who happened to be very important and influential officers on the military of touch and had ice magic... But even though, she couldn't help but be rather surprised when she heard Chres' next words.

"Am I really that famous?" She asked, raising her eyebrow in an inquisitive expression. She knew she was seen almost as the 'mascot' of the military of the nation of touch due to her cute and delicate appearance but she never even considered that someone would recognize her here.

"Fencing is more than just a for killing. It's art." Karina said, drawing her rapier again in a swift motion, doing a single, flourished swing with a flick of her wrist before sheathing it again.

"And my body just happens to be perfect for this style of fighting." Karina concluded.

"I... suppose there is no reason to hide things anymore. I was in an infiltration mission in order to investigate the possible threat about the Cult. I suppose it will take some time for them to realize something went terribly wrong." Karina said, with a troubled expression.

"Honestly, since we're completely cut off from the rest of the world while we're inside this city, I can't say for certain how much time it'll take." Karina said, looking to Chres, analyzing him, considering how much it would be 'safe' to reveal for him.

"At least for now, we'll have to take care of ourselves." Karina said, waiting for his answer.



Chres nodded. He wasn't expecting much, but it didn't hurt to ask. He put away his flask, it didn't seem she was interested. A growl came from his stomach. He hadn't eaten yet. That would have to wait.

"I don't know about famous, but famous enough for me to have heard of you. When someone earns a name like the Ice Flower and is the daughter of a general, word tends to spread among those who find interest in such things." Chres began rubbing his unshaven chin with his thumb and forefinger, thinking.

"Escaping through the streets may be dangerous. I don't mind, but I figure you all may care more for your lives than I do mine... I could Weave some heat constructs to get us to the roof, but then I may need to weave our way from building to building. Plus they will probably still be looking for us..." Chres paused thinking.

"Where do you stand on burning the building down to help cover our tracks?" Chres asked as he looked at her expectantly. He could hear fighting taking place downstairs and orders being shouted. They probably didn't have much time.
No worries Jet. You're still cool in my book.

FYI everyone. I'll be going on a two week trip to South Korea on the 19th, so I may not be as available during that time. I'll pop in as much as I can.
Sure thing. That works for me. Hit me up and I'll respond as soon as I get a sec.
Weeeeeeeeeell... So far we have:

- A former bodyguard who is remorseful and suicidal due to having killed his own cheating wife in a drunken rage. He has mischievous familiar, whose main form is that of a fairy. (Yes Familiars are a thing. I can point you to the section on how they work if you like.)

- A royal bodyguard who does field work for the King of the Nation of Sight. His mission to keep a watchful eye over the Cult. (Not sure if he's still around.)

- A high ranking military official. She is currently acting as a spy, for the Nation of Touch with the objective to scout out Shimmertown before her Nation attacks.

- A talented thief. His stolen Familiar Lynx in tow.

- A lowlife drunk, going by the name Dirty Bastard. On an objective known only to him. He does magical martial arts.

- And lone wolf who keeps to himself. He posts from time to time but I have yet to get a good feel for his character yet.

We had a witch hunter (A character who hates magic), but he unfortunately bailed. It was a shame. I thought his character seemed pretty cool.

Quite frankly, I'm down with whatever. We'll find a way to work it in. We do have a bit of a sausage fest going on. But that's fine. I have a female semi-important character planned down the road, assuming we make it to the next act of course.
@Fetzen Yes sir! It is indeed. We are a slow paced RP. But yes, it is open for new players if they want to join.
Chres Sansus

Major interaction @JerkChicken
Minor obscure mention of @13org



"What the h-" Chres heard a voice say from out side his room. He the heard the sound of someone shushing him urgently. The sound came from the left of his room. Down the stairs. Chres arched an eyebrow, pursing his lips into half a frown. A little too late for stealth.

Chres tossed his dagger over to his left hand as he made his way to the door. On his way, He grabbed the other compressed heat construct he used to trap the window, carefully removing it. It felt slightly warm in his hands. A warmth he was unable to retrieve. Halfway to the door, a man carefully peered into his room. Stupid.

Chres threw his dagger at the man aiming for his eye socket. The man didn't notice, however, because as soon as he positioned his head to look into Chres's room, something else caught his attention down the hall causing him to turn is head.

The dagger ended up taking the man on the right side of his head. Wounding him but not fully piercing the skull. The man cryed out in pain dropping to the floor as did Chres's dagger.

Chres cursed under his breath as he quickened his pace, kicked the man in the head, and then tossed the compressed heat construct he grabbed down the stairs. The heat construct hit the stairwell ceiling and released its compressed energy causing an explosion of force. Chres heard the satisfying sound of the wooden ceiling collapsing on his unsuspecting foes. "Tempraisionist!" He heard someone shout from the bottom of the steps in-between fits of coughing.

Chres didn't spare a second. He swooped down to the floor, picking up his fallen dagger with his left, while thrusting his right hand towards the throat of the man he kicked. Before his hand reached the man's throat, Chres Shaped a blade-form heat construct into his hand. The heat construct easily slid into the man's throat. Chres ended the thrust with a slash of his hand effectively slitting the man's throat. As soon as the blade exited the man, the blade vanished. The energy, which had not already been dispersed into the air, being retrieved by Chres and stored away for future use.

"Sil," Chres began quietly, "Can you give me a count of how many are downstairs?"

"Count?" Sil asked head tilted. She looked deep in thought. He finger to her lips and eyes looking upwards. "Hmmm..... Do I know how to count?"

Chres opened his mouth to speak, but before he could respond, Sil's eyes lit up. "That's right! I remember now!". And without another word she zipped off down the steps.

"Wait, remembered what?" Chres asked calling after her.

"That I don't know how to count!" she answered back, halfway down the steps.

Chres groaned placing his thumb and fore finger to his forehead. Seven times he had taught her to count. Perhaps it was just a hopeless cause. Chres released a sigh and took a quick peak out of his room down the steps.

Two people were collapsed on the ground as far as Chres could see. A female on the steps. A male flat on the floor at the bottom of the steps. Chres figured the he had been knocked backwards from the blast. He was being pulled away by his friends and was groaning in pain. The female on the steps was silent. It looked like she took a plank of wood to the head. Probably not dead. More likely unconscious. That accounted for all the nearby foes except...

The man who had triggered Chres's trap on the door had gotten back on his feet. Splinters from the door, all across his face. With a short sword in hand he lunged it straight towards Chres's chest...

*****


Sil flew down the steps on a super important mission. She needed to count. Sounded easy, but was it? Absolutely not! Counting required delicacy, smarts and an attention span that lasted longer than five seconds! It was an art that only someone like Sil, the graceful, could accomplish! It was a shame, though, she didn't know how to count.

Sil zipped into the common room of the inn. To her right was the old chubby man who had graciously allowed her master to sleep in his home for a few pieces of metal. Silly humans. Why hand people pieces of metal when you could simply throw it at their heads? Giving people things is so much easier that way.

Sil shook her head at the thought. Humans truly were silly. The old man, his wife, and some kids, were being dragged out by the people who had barged into his home. Sil wondered if it was some sort of game they were playing and if she could play too....

No, Sil. Bad. She thought. You've got a mission to accomplish! The world is counting on you. Hmmmmmmm... does the world know how to count, I wonder? Will it answer if I ask it? No, Sil. Focus. Use that amazing attention span of yours! Sil set her jaw. She was committed to the mission. She would save the world by helping Chres count.

Some of the mean people were pointing at her. The pointing was followed by a swatting of hands. Sil flew out of their reach and into the kitchen, counting as she did so.

"5... 8... 16..." Numbers were hard. But if anyone could do it, Sil could. "1... 24... 5..." Sil's counting was interrupted as she bumped into the nice man who offered to play a game with her yesterday.
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