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Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

As Argen began preparing his stew he pulled out some strange mushrooms and some strange vial of something. As he was about to add some of the strange greenish liquid in he heard Renauld come over and began speaking. Argen put away the vial and faced his companion. He offered to give some meat for some stew, an offer Argen couldn't refuse as he shakes his head, "Deal".

As Argen took some of the meat and began cooking it in the stew. Hmm, actual meat what a nice thing. Especially in a stew, what a great thing indeed. All Argen has been eating was was jerky, some died potatoes, and the alcohol that can be bought in his guild. Sadly they put some other shit in it and call it a 'Hemlock', it tastes like the ass of a cow. Yet it has many benefits that are adventitious for Phalanxes finding themselves in the wild: it boosts metabolic process, helps grow the immune system, and gets you drunk. Sadly he was running out and would begin to switch to his...alternative options.

Argen wasn't thinking about that right now as all he wanted was some nice warm stew and some of his 'Hemlock' to warm up for the night before he passes out for his watch in the morning.

Pokémon: The Pillaging

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Adrian And Carrie

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Dante huh? Strange name defiantly not one Adrian would have heard regularly, well the same is for Adrian as well. His mother was from Venirirn and he got his name from her and his father did not mind, strangely. But that doesn't matter, Dante and Crackers, look innocuous to say the least, yet Adrian didn't trust that idea no one finds themselves out in the woods at night with just their Pokemon, looking as if running on nothing but fumes of food. Everyone here is probably running from something Haruhana is running from the village where she murdered her adoptive father, Adrian is running from being executed for treason, now the question is what is Dante running from.

Those thoughts can wait though as Haruhana asked them a question of why they here. Adrian has never liked to lie, but right now it is important to as he doesn't know how either would react to his answer. He can't trust either enough to really stay here with that information in their head as they could take the reason the wrong way, so he decided to give the place he wants to travel to, "I myself, am traveling to Adasto. I wish to visit the city my mother was born in".

There wasn't much body to that answer but it would be good enough to give a reason why he is here. It would explain his area and based on how close they are to the city it would be relatively easy to escape with this answer. Especially his name allows him to sneak away with it almost without any real concern.

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

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Argentum

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Argen fished out the object and sighed as he threw it back into the water and washed his hands in the cleanest water he could find before looking back to find Renauld looking. Argen said in a just shake of his head and a sigh, "It was some waste of a killed beast floating down stream. Most likely some thing throwing the waste away from them so it doesn't attract others". As Argen goes back and finishes up the preparations before they headed out.

The walk to and from wasn't anything new nor tiring as Argen has done exercises like this plenty of times, yet it was taking it's toll on him in annoyance as it was getting dark with low visibility and control over their movement as they had this cart to worry about. Yet he did trudge on into the dark, the cold did not bother him as he had a large pelt and coat on so he is fine as they walk, but he feels for the small child and Siwon as they are smaller in size and seem to have not brought as much with them to combat the cold, but they had to wait 'till they were to setup for the night.

As they made it to a site that Ettamri felt good, they began to have order's barked at them with Argen's job being simple. All he had to do was assist in setting up camp, just simple shelters of what they had, and then make sure nothing would just come and attack as they were setting up. An easy task as it seemed that nothing came at them immediately and they should be safe with the fire from animal predators, but the smarter ones will need to be fought off with other means, watches.

As they decided the order of watch Argen was slightly worried he had last watch as he could either get good sleep and could wake up and be alert for his watch, or be woken up once or twice breaking is sleep and making his reactions dulled by grogginess, yet he would have to deal with it when the time comes. As he goes to his shelter he made for himself of a tarp overhanging him with his back to a tree and his bear cloak half on the ground to cover his body and the other half to cover himself. As he began to look through his things to bring out a pot, some ingredients, and some cooking utensils and began to make a stew, nothing spectacular but still something. As he did he began bringing out spices out for said stew. NO meat in it sadly but still there to feed the man.

Eden Entry (KRIM N T3KC)

Into the night Sammual was awoken to something bashing, "Hmm what?" As he looks it looks like his entire tree is shaking. He becomes startled as he sees the rocks get slammed and shakes the tree. He screams out in fear jutting him awake and makes him begin looking around finding himself in the equivalent of a self imposed coffin. He begins to Think the thickness of the tree will give him safety against most things if this thing had good strength and any smarts it could easily throw that rock away and get inside. So as it bashes it buys Sammual time to look and begin to activate and aim his arm. He begins to wait and watch the stone slowly breaking as the arm-gun lets off light that shows him charging.

Once the ball of electricity fully forms all Sammual did was wait and wait he did as it took another 30 seconds before the rock broke and showed a large gorilla like creature It had 8 eyes and a mouth full of large crooked teeth as it roared Sammual fired his arm-gun right at its face trying to stick in, as he did it landed clean in half of its eyes as it fell backwards and started to scream out in pain as Sammual got out and began to run off towards the ship. 'Fuck it at least there it seems to be infested by insects that can be out ran and outsmarted here these creatures are too big to try and deal with'.

As he ran at full speed right back towards the ship. A fuck it attitude has set in, he had this shitty airgun and his only good weapon was already used and he had to run back to the place he just escaped because it is safer than being out here. He knew exactly where the ship was and did have a decent idea of where he was going, with the flash light giving away where he was, but it did allow him to traverse the roots well enough to get to the ship without the worry of falling and tripping. He just had to hope he didn't get caught in anything nasty before he got there.

The Festival of Destiny (High Casual Fantasy Romance)

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Delyndra, Ramsas, and Birch

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In collaboration with: @EurmalEye & @FailingForward

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What was she doing here? This was ridiculous. A man had knocked her over in the street, and now she was here getting food with him and a musician at some back alley meat stand. There was no reason for her to have quietly followed him all the way to this place... and yet, she had. There was something captivating in the gaze of this 'Birch', a sense of foreignness, of... not ignorance. That was an unkind word. Alienation? Like everything was somehow exciting to him. Even the barest-bones cantrip she had ever casted in her life. Still swirling at the center of her decision to follow these men here was that sense of pride. A queen would not run; not from these people, not from anyone.

"My name is Delilah Farhill," she said out of the blue, unused to having to introduce herself. "I am a student at the Andour Academy of Magic, so you are correct to identify me as a scholar, though a master of magic I am... not." She let out a nervous, awkward laugh. The change in wardrobe had done Birch some favors; something about seeing someone cut a fancy and uncomfortable garment to ribbons was quite gratifying to her, though she resolved not to ponder why. At the mention of the Royal Family, she took a sip from the flagon of burning, bitter 'Drink' to hide her face. The taste was sour, but not entirely unpleasant. At the very least, Birch hardly had to worry about what her family would do about his missing gift; on the list of visiting dignitaries she'd have to look out for, she had not seen any in the way of tribespeople, even the sons of any Clan-Leaders. Technically, he was a kind of prince, a thought she entertained with some amusement.

She couldn't resist; now was as good a chance to probe the feelings of the common people as any. "What do you know of the Royal Family?" she asked, glancing from Birch to Ramsas before taking a bite of the sauce-covered hunk of meat on the plate Birch had given her. Her face wrinkled automatically. It was... certainly something.

"Well it is very fine to meet you Ms. Farhill. And there is an Academy for Magic in this city? Simply incredible! If not a master now, then a master soon, I suppose." Birch watched as her face, as it wrinkled in what was surely the same delight he had felt when he had first tried the cook's fine masterpiece, even if the 'Drink' seemed to be quite poor. Looking on her now, he realized that she possessed a great beauty, with skin that looked like it had never been touched by the blizzards frigid air. More than that though, beyond her eyes seemed to roam about searching and probing for information. Wonderful eyes for a scholar in his mind. He wondered what kinds of things they learned at the Academy, absentmindedly taking another bite of his kebab.

He took a moment to collect his thoughts before answering her question about the royal family, mulling over and organizing his thoughts. "Not as much as many I am afraid. I know of how King Dreyen Allervia slew the Orc-lord Groakash in the seas and repelled the sea front. We had some communication in the early days of the war as we guarded the Mountain fronts. I know your kingdom has weathered much hardship besides over the years that your king and queen have guided your people through. I know there is a Princess, but not much else about her. I empathize with her though. Clan-leader has led us through some of the worst orcish attacks in the last century since they banded together. As leaders, we have to be prepared to lead our people as well or as good as the people before us. It is our duty, but duty can be a heavy chain to bare indeed."

Birch reflected quietly to himself for a moment, then turned to Ramsas. "But surely our Bard friend here has more knowledge than myself?"

Ramsas followed Birch without much of a thought and just rested his tired legs down as he watched Birch leave to grab food. A normal thing he watches people do as he rarely had coin on him, and even if he did it was used to buy his round of drinks, yet it was strange this girl here, she didn't even say a word. She just followed them here and seemed intrigued by Birch, it was fair, he was from a place entirely different than here. Eh, Birch would also see this place as different as well. Fairly few people wield weapons openly, and even fewer are prided in their combat talent he comes from a place both are a norm and he can oftentimes find it fine but most others don't understand that idea. You need to be able to fight and survive because that is your life. Ramsas knows this sentiment as in his time has found himself staring down the same blade Birch has.

As Birch came back he took a drink and began to coax it slowly so he could tell it was not just meat juice he started drinking it. Hmm, definitely not the best but could be worse as it sit well with Ramsas as he placed it down as the girl stated her name, Delilah. He thought it was a pretty name, but it seemed strange she looked like a commoner but she had something off, she is from the college most should have nicer looking cloaks and clothing than she does, might be she just got in there but he might probe that later, and besides the most scholarly people don't come out to these, so it might be that she is different somehow but that can be a question for a later moment right now she asked them a question.

He listened to Birch and was slightly saddened that he held such a weight as he can tell it weighs on him as his voice changed near the end and feel silent. Almost as if he is looking at such a fate knocking and it might just be Death at the door. Ramsas' smile lightens ever so slightly as instead of a smile it is a smirk but it is still there.

As Birch passed the question over to Ramsas he shrugged as he said, "My thoughts on the Royal Family? Well that is a strange question to ask but I suppose I do have some views, I truly don't mind what they do as I am unaware of their affects to me. But if I was to say from some of the stories that they seem like decent folk. As I look at this city around me that I visit nearly every year I find it doing well and fine, even my friends living here says that they do good by them so I can only assume that they are decent people".

He said this as he doesn't really live in this city and really visits for a week or so to see friends and leaves to adventure once more. Once he finishes he takes a kebab and takes a bite of the meat, it was pretty good, definitely not as good as Kartha's roasted boar he would be having at her place tonight, but definitely a delicious treat nonetheless.

He then asks Delilah the same question, "So what are your thoughts on the Royal Family?" He asked as it was only fair and it would be nice to ask someone who lives her their point of view, why would he care? He doesn't he just wants her to get more comfortable with them as she seems like she is slightly tense while here.

Delyndra smiled at the mention of her father’s favorite story. When she was young, the king had often re-enacted the tale of his victory over the monster as a comedic farce for her entertainment, pressing the palace servants into various roles as he japed and capered. He had that way with people. Birch’s words gave her pause, and she hoped that the surprise did not show on her face. She regretted her condescending humor at the notion that this man was a ‘prince’ - clearly, he understood something of what it was to be a ruler.

And there was Ramsas, still looking at her with those soft eyes. She was not unused to being looked at, but there was something different about the way he was looking at her, not judgemental, but curious, wondering at her feelings, her actions. When he spoke, he said nothing that surprised her; her parents, as she was acutely aware, were well-liked. “I… know little of them. I’m not very involved with this city. I’m from the, ah, countryside.” She took another bite of the kebab, a little more palatable than the first, and dabbed daintily at her mouth with her handkerchief. “I find that the, ah… it’s best, when possible, to remove oneself from politics.”

She swallowed sharply and turned to meet Ramsas’s gaze. “Where are you from, musician?” she asked sharply, her face flat, her eyebrow raised. “Or were you content to keep staring at me?”

Ramsas seems to have made her slightly upset with him looking at her, might be a fine way to slowly embarrass her into slowly let her guard down, ”I mean if I can stare at a beautiful face like your own I wouldn't mind for a few more moments”. As he leaned forward and places his chin in his left hand as he sets his elbow down and leans in and looks at her for another moment or so before he sits up straight again as he says, ”I hail from a town called Thrensvail, around a 5 month travel from this kingdom in a land called Thragon. Is that good enough for you, or would you like to know more about it?” As says with a slight lean back so he can slightly look her dead in the eyes and also so he could check her features as a face and words can lie, but eyes always tell the truth more than any other can.

Birch glanced back and forth between them. For some reason, the tension between the two had grown large. Ramsas stared at the scholar intensely and Delilah seemed quite nervous. Birch was mystified at what had happened and cleared his throat quietly. "You know Ramsas here has helped out my clan in one or two dire situations. But I think his real talent is for music. How long have you been playing for Ramsas? It must be difficult to control all those instruments." His eyes flicked back and forth hoping the tension would relax between the pair. He tried searching for inspiration to fuel more friendly conversation. He realized he had a question that might help keep the conversation friendly. "Do either of you know which race has white skin and horns?"

Delyndra cocked her head and smiled at Ramsas, a serene expression that was completely lacking in warmth. “Aha, the good bard flatters me,” she said. “I am familiar with Thragon. I’m told it is lovely this time of year.” She held her gaze as Birch began to speak. “Ah, I’m sure the people of Frostswallow were very glad to have you.” Her words were utterly without either kindness or malice - merely guarded probing, the most essential skill of the noblewoman. This man was more clever than he let on - if she were to find out how clever, some games would be necessary.

Birch, on the other hand, was exactly what he let on, which was both unsettling and refreshing to the princess. She furrowed her brow at his question, something of his earnestness leaking into her and leading her to show her thoughts on her face. “Horns like what? Antlers, like a deer? I’m told some elven druids exhibit such things. Or do you mean white scales? Dragonborn then, most likely.”

As Delilah answered in kind to his staring with a wonderful face of someone who knew what was going on, now it was social games. She knew quite a few things for a woman who looks so young, she seems to have a good bit of experience of hiding her emotions and intentions, quite clever. She commented on his home land and to him it is news to him that it looks nice this time of year, he hasn't been there since he turned of age.

Ramsas straightens himself and looks over from Delilah to Birch as the man asked him a question as Ramsas said, trying to remember how old he is, ”I have been playing instruments for around 20 years or so now. I think I started using my magic to do so for around 15 years, but I know I started making a habit out of making multiple instruments for around 10 years since my first time coming here for my first festival of destiny. But during that time I was searching for friends and doing performances. But since then I made it a ritual to come here every year to meet friends and every 5 years to celebrate with others such a wonderful and lovely event”. Ramsas says with some gestures as he gestured with his arm around his size and height at the time. And he started making small instruments float in his hand as he showed how many he could make at each time with the most is him right now with around 20 different instruments going all at once, and the least being when he first started doing this was one full instrument and a small bell. As he closes his hand and it turns to just orange bright dust then dissipates as he takes another sip from his drink.

As there is a moment of silence Ramsas senses that Birch doesn't really knows what's going on as Birch asks a question that seemed very out of the blue. Ramsas sits there for a moment as he thinks if he knows a race that has white skin. He assumed something along the lines of Alabaster white, but horns? Very hard, Ramsas has seen plenty of races but he couldn't quite know which one it could be, so Ramsas shrugs and concedes an, "I don't know, I would need to know more, there are too many races I can think of that fits that description". As he looks towards the woman she isn't quite so scholarly type as he thought she was, she seems to have entered and dueled in social interactions before, he would need to pry her open slowly. A task that could take some time, but could prove to make quite an enjoyable time as those types of people can become the greatest of friends.

Things seemed to have calmed down with his two tablemates thanks to his quick intervention. He let out a small sigh and felt some of the muscles in his back relax in response. Inwardly, he wondered what had upset the pair of them. He hoped it was over now. Ramsas had been a friend to him and his village, but he had a debt to Delilah and was enjoying her company. "I am not exactly sure I only got a quick look at the person and those were the main details I got. It didn't look like they had scales though. Just checking to see if anyone had any idea." He glanced wistfully at the bards hands where the last of the orange dust from his conjurations dissipated. "You know when I was a child I dreamed that instead of a warrior like my father or my elder brothers, I would be a mage like from the skald's tales. Being able to cast my arms and fly through the sky or transform the mighiest orc warrior into a mouse. I actually managed to find a trader that knew a cantrip that was willing to teach me, but I couldn't ever get it to work. In contrast, it seems like magic is commonplace outside of the mountains. With the exception of the Mark, of course." He pointed to his own mark at the base of his throat surrounded by tattoos. "What do you both think? Are the stories real or just skald's tales?"

Ramsas places his hand onto Birch’s shoulder as he finds his friend saddened that he is unable to live out his dream as a mage and use magic. But Ramsas wouldn’t be able to just teach Birch even if he tried as it takes a mind who can create the perfect image in their mind and how it works just to work his magic. Yet that is how it is, the world is not fair enough to give everyone a fair chance, so there needs to be those who could give them chances. Sadly it would take time to just get Birch off and understanding how to use magic, something Ramsas has a difficulty understanding as his magic is strange on its own, but later he might find Birch and try and teach him to start. Ramsas says to his friend, ”Hey it’s fine. We aren’t all perfect, for you it might take more work to start up magic. It took me awhile just to get my magic work, even after many years of using it I still have much to learn and improve so much. If you set your mind to it you can do it, and hey you were the one who taught me how to properly to create medicine, something few can do and which still takes me awhile just to do right”. Ramsas says this to see if he can cheer his friend up in any small way right now. He has been saddened by his outburst earlier then, it seems like him using magic seemed to have him thinking about he can’t use magic, so Ramsas keeps this in mind when they are alone not to use magic.

When Birch asked what he thought about the marks Ramsas said with a chuckle, ”Well I think the marks was a magic placed on people by old wizards to get people to marry to people they would never meet.”. As Ramsas set his chin in his hand and leaned as he looked up to a corner and continues, ”I heard a story once, though. These marks are from millennia ago two lovers, 2 mages who came from warring nations. Each met on the battlefield and found the other extraordinary. May it be through cunning, looks, strength, or what have you they fell for the other and everytime they were on the battlefield they fought, not out of hate, but love. The love to see the person they love succeed, to watch them grow. They loved each other so much they wished to be together forever, to watch the other grow and become a better them, so they put a curse on each other. Every time they die they came back as the same person in a different body”.

Ramsas sighed as he continued, ”Yet through these times a witch watched as these two constantly came back over and over, never losing the other as they marked the other that would change when they knew. So she devised a plan the next time they died she would scatter them so they would never find each other and she wouldn’t have to be sad as she would never find someone to love her. Yet what she did was split them up into hundreds of pieces. Each piece falling across the world and reformed as a new person. Each person wished to find their soulmate, the exact piece that they were for. A heart wishing to find the heart it belongs to, a hand wishing to hold the hand it was meant to, and a soul wishing to become one with the soul it was destined for”. As Ramsas looks back down and looks at Delilah and slightly softened his smile as he says , ”What say you do you believe in any of the stories?”

He was doing this in hoping to see her blush as when he does this it has caught hundreds of people off guard. He wanted to open her up and also see how strong her defenses actually were. He needs to see what kind of state of mind she is in, could she be love struck like many others? It would make sense why she would be here, but Ramsas needed to start and find out.

Birch smiled over at the bard as Ramsas placed an arm on his shoulder to comfort him. The man was a skilled warrior, an exceptional bard, a powerful mage, but most importantly a wonderful friend to him. “You are right, of course. It is like that old saying ‘There are always less orcs on the other front.’ Magic is probably far more interesting to me since my people as a whole seem to have such a limited amount of talent in its application. Anger problems seems to be the more common replacement, though I would hardly call it a ‘skill.’ As for the medicine, bah, you picked up the trick well enough and I am far less familiar with the plants around this beautiful city." Birch did feel lighter though, the friendship and understanding Ramsas had shown him lightening his load.

He listened with rapt attention to the tale Ramsas wove of love broken by the dark magicks of a jealous witch. Unconsciously, he touched the sun shaped mark at the base of his throat as Ramsas described. By the end of the tale, Birch cried loudly, not in sadness, but moved by the tale. He wiped away his tears on his bare arms and took several deep breaths to compose himself. "So sad. Being split up like that." He shook himself trying to shake off his feelings. “In the mountains, we have another story, but I think not nearly so interesting a tale.” Birch looked up at the sun’s position in the skies measuring how much time had passed.

Birch stood up, picking up the empty plates and his own mug and bringing them back to the kebab chef, who grunted in acknowledgement. “Friends, I have much coin to earn before the day ends this evening, so I must be off. I hope that we can meet up again soon! Possibly at the show from the Royal Company playing tomorrow?”

Ramsas looks out and sees that much of the larger commotions are gone as he sighs out as well as his friend talks of leaving, ”I myself need to find a few friends while I’m out so I must leave our lady here as well”. As he gestures towards her and says, ”I hope I can see you later on today or tomorrow at this play that is being held”. As he then looks back to Birch, ”To you my friend, if you need a place to stay because of your misfortunate circumstances I can lend my aid to you all you need to do is find me when you wish. If not, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow if not out in the city, but at the play myself. And with that I must bid a farewell”. As Ramsas begins to head out as he takes his hands together and begins to form his guitar as he begins to play and leave once more. Off to find some friends and merry adventure.

Pokémon: The Pillaging

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Adrian And Carrie

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Adrian stiffened up slightly as he saw another come out and made their presence known. Adrian immediately calmed himself as he realized he had nothing to worry about this person. He seemed less than harmful and his Shelgon looks to be just a small adorable ball as it seemed to be harmless by its nature but he can't let his gaurd down with those ideas as they are out here and that could mean they would have something to do or running from so they can't be all harmless. The Scyther looks like it wants to fight, Adrian didn't want one, he knew if he had to he would have a good chance however since Carrie had great time when dealing with bug types and could always rely on the fact she has the advantage in the wood in a fight. But this isn't about combat this is about just trying to catch his breath so he didn't want to give off the wrong idea.

As Haruhana seemed to gave her name his hair on the back of his neck raised, he heard that name before when he was in towns heading out of Yaewong, one of a girl who killed her adoptive father before vanishing. Adrian knew this was a bad idea, but he did want to rest, so he took the opportunity with a, "Well I think I will take up this space", as he sat down near the fire and sighed out as he continued, "My name is Adrian Corwin and this is...", as he gestured to his left and looked as he realized Carrie wasn't with him. He snapped his finger twice and said, "Carrie they aren't gonna hurt you so you can come out".

When he says this a moment passes until a Haunter slowly pokes its head from behind a tree as it looks to be a smallish Haunter with a scared face and eyes. She starts to stare at everyone and hide behind Adrian poking out every once in a while to look at everyone again. Adrith continues as he says, "This is Carrie and she is quite shy as you can see". Adrian puts his hand on Carrie as he begins to pet her, it seems to work as she slowly calms down as he looks towards the other man and sees who he is and what his name is.

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Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

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Argentum

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Once they got back to the camp, Argen went over to the fire to warm up his cold fingers as he began giving the quick details of what they found, "We found a way to cross through the swamp as the water all but sputters out there, as well as there seemed to be ice tracks indicating this path was taken by a cart before us. It might be the place the others crossed and path used to make it to the fort".

Argen begins to look around it seems nothing really changed, seems Katya was throwing rocks, as she whips a rock across the river, she was good at it as he called out, "Nicely done".

As Argen was watching the river as they Ettamri talked to them, Argen responded to the mispronounced name, "It's Argen" as he stood up and began making last checks to the wagon before they began to head out as he looked towards the river and he found something he thought would not be seeing all day, blood in the water. He made a quick job over to the water to check what was there and to see what was there. A body, he took off his gloves and rolled up his pants as high as they could go and went in to try and fish the body out. In Argen's mind he thought, 'So my bad feeling was not because I was in danger', As he thinks it might be because up stream there was danger.

If he could he would bring it to shore and inspect what it was, it could have been one of their teammates and it would be bad news if it was. He also tried to make sure Katya wasn't looking.

Pokémon: The Pillaging

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Adrian And Carrie

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A cold night made colder by his companion wasn't anything new to Adrian. Being on the run for around 3 months now left him always looking behind him, however since leaving Yaewong he has found life quieted down. Not quiet enough to bore a man, as survival is always a luming game, yet quiet enough to understand what happened. He knew he did the right thing, saving lies and ready to expose the dirtiness of Leno Koi, yet he felt as if he could have done something else. Maybe he could have kept his mouth shut, if he did he might have been able to become a general himself. Yet right now this wasn't one of those times to think about this. He was hungry and cold, Carrie has been looking around for him and has came back with some great news, there is someone nearby, they were getting close to the fire they saw a few minutes ago. Hopefully they are friendly Adrian is too tired to want to fight, if he had to he would kill them, but he doesn't really want blood on his hands right now. He just wants to get out of the cold.

As Adrian came close to smelling the fire, he knew he was close enough for them to hear him, he called out, "Hello, I don't mean any harm I'm here to just see who made that fire and ask if I can warm up". As Adrian steps out into the open for them to see him, he has his armor on and some basic clothing under it. He still looked like an intimidating force nonetheless with his size and stature, as he look towards them he quickly finds a woman sitting there with a large piece of meat, and light clothing for this weather, and a Syther chewing at some meat. His hands are open to view and he even raises his left hand and places it on the tree next to him so they can see his hand is away from his blade.

Carrie is hiding around 5 yards away, looking at Adrian's back making sure nothing sneaks up on him. She is also there as she doesn't really want to meet anyone as she is afraid they will try and hurt her as she is a Haunter. She does however creeps closer every once in a while because she can smell the meat and is getting more anxious wanting to eat something.

Pokémon: The Pillaging

Adrian

Name: Adrian Corwin
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Orientation: Determination
Place of Birth: Yaewong, Shirooka

Appearance:
Weighing in at 215 pounds and standing at a staggering 6'3, Adrian is a wall of muscle and force. His Face has a hard and stern look with a enlarged nose, from constant breakage, a scar on his left ear from a knife attack, and a black beard that covers his worn and torn tanned skin. His arms and body is that of a strong man as he was built up through work and strife, his hands shows it as his knuckles look like one large scar with some of his fingers beings slightly crooked from the incessant breakage and his hands are heavily callused as combat demands them to be tough. His forearms are covered with many small scars from everyday life. With his legs being as if tree trunks attached to a giant to over all making him look to be a mountain.

Personality:

An abrasive man he believes in everyman and woman should take hold of their life no matter would happen and you own it. He always prides himself in keeping himself in good shape and on top of his combat as he grew up with people around him doing the same. His one thing that branches off from his birth place is the belief of being loyal to yourself and what you believe in before anything else, which gets him into trouble more often than anything.

He has kept himself in high moral as he steals only when necessary and stuck to hunting, but he doesn’t shy away from killing. If someone approaches him and attacks he has 0 mercy and 0 guilt when looting them of everything they have. Yet he does carry regret in him as he can find himself remembering what he used to be and even who he could have been if he just kept his mouth shut about the general's wrong doings.

He will talk to most as if he was a normal soldier, with respect but keep it quick, as he finds it easy to talk like this and makes things simpler as you get what you need. His entire goal is to live with and protect Gastly, who was the thing that has been with him since he was a teen and has stayed by his side since.

Skills:

Combat:
Unarmed martial-arts | D
Sword play | C+
Combat Tactics | C
Archery | D

Interaction:
Speech | E
Athletics | D
Leadership | C-
Intimidation | B

Survival:
Hunting | D
Tracking | D+
Fishing | E
Stealth | D

Utility:
First Aid | E
Cooking | D+
Sewing | E-
Armor maintenance | D-

Inventory:
Father's Longsword
A map of Yaewong
Plate armor: covering the body, shins, and forearms.
Leather armor: Covering the shoulders, thighs where plate armor is not covering.
Leather bag
Sleeping kit: Bedroll and blanket.

Background:

Adrian was born to George and Christina Crowin. George Corwin was a well respected captain who honored many of the beliefs and ideas of his father: to become a well respected warrior, be a man you want to look up to, and, the one thing that seems odd for a man born in Yaewong, be loyal and honorable to yourself before anyone else.

These same ideas were passed down to Adrian and he held them to his heart. Even from a young age he tried everything he could to stay real to these as he held himself with high standards. When he played with others he wanted to be the best so he did everything in his power to do his best, when he was being taught he worked himself to exhaustion everyday to absorb every bit of knowledge as if it was the last thing he will ever be taught. When he was being taught by his father to fight he fought as if he lost he would not eat dinner. Everything he did was with such determination he could be seen as a workaholic, yet he believed to reach where his father did, and where his father's father did, he would need to put in this much work to just get there.

When Adrian became a teenager he found some teens 'playing' with a Gastly as they throw rocks at it and taking large paper fans and blowing it around. Strangely this game would end with people being afraid when the Gastly tried to envelope you, but it just ran. As they found a large clay vase and caught it in it and sealed it as they started shaking it, Adrian had enough and wasn't gonna just watch them torment a Pokémon that showed no intent of hurting people. Adrian came over and started trying to catch the vase as they threw it around him, he tried as he could and didn't any luck when he decided knocking the teeth in of the next person who goes to catch it.

After around a fast brawl where it left Adrian with bloodied knuckles, beaten face, and the vase with the Gastly in it. Adrian let it out and started to talk to it. He slowly began to try and help it cope and even started to befriend it. After sometime and a few berries Gastly began to follow Adrian without him noticing. Staying far enough away so he couldn't feel its presence and watching him. After another week Gastly came out and activley followed Adrian as they began a friendship that lasted even 'till now.

When Adrian came of age he wanted to join the military, and as he was tested through battle and combat he found he was good with a sword because of his father's teachings, and he had good knowledge of the flow of battle and how to act and call actions from his grandfather's books and taking notes form his father on how to lead. He worked his way up to be a captain of a large unit and was working under the warrior General Leno Koi. Adrian saw this man as who he wanted to be as he seemed like a strong leader and an excellent warrior. Yet this was broken after a campaign under his command.

His general is one of the few men Adrian ever knew who had no back bone. He had little in the way of military tactics and was subpar in combat strategy, but he had an excellent physique and perfect sword play second to none. This man was an excellent warrior, but knew nothing on how to fight when they are at disadvantage and brought shame on the idea of war as he is often times cowering when faced with a decision too great for him to handle. This got so bad as other captains and commanders needed to take control of the situation to not just crumble.

Yet the reason Adrian is not in the Yaewong army isn't because he fancied a nice time as a bandit, he found himself in the presence of an enemy force who was about to over whelm them, in his quick decision Adrian ordered, against expressed orders of General Koi, to retreat and bunker down. At night he was charged with treason as what he did could have killed many more. During this time he was taken and was sentenced to be executed at morning. Gastly wasn't having this as she killed those guarding him and broke him out as they escaped with a hot trail they used the darkness of night and Gastly following behind shielding him to escape. And really the rest comes from the need to survive as he is now a wanted criminal in his home country.

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Pokémon: Haunter

Nickname: Love or Carrie.

Ability: Levitate.

Item: None.

Bond: She is timid and shy.

Adrian found a Gastly being tormented and trapped by many teens when he was younger. He took Gastly away and let it out and began to talk to it, trying to calm it down and have it trust him. As many Gastlys always wants a companion she began to follow the only person who decided to be nice and not run away or attack it. She followed Adrian through his training and even through his rise to captain.

Gastly followed him close staying to the shadow and trying to not get hurt by others as they might be afraid of her. Through these times Adrian trained Gastly to defend herself as they would find themselves in battle and she could get into trouble as he gets caught up as well. During Adrian's training and even in battle he was already large and intimidating, but Gastly increased the presence as he always had a frightening presence follow him making him seem larger then life at times. All thanks to Gastly being a little bitch.

Gastly transformed into a Haunter when they had to run away and disappear from the military camp as they were going to be killed by the General Koi because of what Adrian found. Haunter helped by putting people to sleep and allowing a swift exit and a helped by scouting for Adrian, making sure she could save the man who gave her a chance and gave her friendship.

Moves:
Dream Eater pokemondb.net/move/dream-eater
Shadow Ball pokemondb.net/move/shadow-ball
Will-O-Wisp pokemondb.net/move/will-o-wisp
Hypnosis pokemondb.net/move/hypnosis