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  • Off of the Zipanguan Coast one can find many interesting things, perhaps the home of a mythical beast, a island claimed by a abyssal queen not content with her underwater kingdom, or even some place known for some manner of mystical attributes.

    Cyrzure is the latter most of the above. Home to an ice that is said to never melt, many a frost spirit lives there. It is said that one of them, a empress amongst the others, can grant wishes. And while this has no confirmation, the mere chance of it being true is enough to lure people to the island.

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    • A man dressed in a large coat, and accompanying warm gear, sat beside a fire. He seemed to wrap a blanket around himself for extra warmth. A large pack lay beside the log which he sat on. He was an adventurer, seeking the wish like many others. To him, it was given. "Free wishes." He thought to himself. That was his motivation to press onward through the persistan ice and snow.

      Well, honestly there was more to it than that. Fame, recognition, and wishes. There was no downsides.

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    • The snow refused to stop as he made rest, something that was consistent throughout his sojourn to Cyrzure. Night had fallen, only making the biting cold worse. He could only find solace in the fire's warmth and in that he was near one of the few settlements, Amphirite.

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    • Although he shivered, he would rather this then sweat. To sweat in conditions like this is suicide. "Just get through this night and all will be fine," He told himself, "One more night."

      Sleep was something he wanted, but made no attempt to attain. He already knew that it was going to be quite difficult to get it. Not only that, but he'd left open for an attack or something along those lines. It seemed paranoia was starting to settle in, being alone in the cold.

      He inched forward a bit closer to the fire. The fire that looked like it could blow out at any minute. Warmth, it was beautiful at the moment.

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    • As if conjured into this world by his paranoia he could hear the sound of footsteps close. Should be attempt to discern the source he could see a humanoid shape through the blizzard, walking close to him and the fire.

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    • Footsteps. At first, the man thought his mind was playing tricks on him. Though it did not take long for him to make out the outline of a human-like shape approaching him. He quickly stood, instinctively going for the bow on his back. However, after realizing his shots would be worthless in this wind, he unsheathed the dagger attached to his waist.

      "Hey! Who's there!" He shouted, a sort of uneasiness in his voice.

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    • The figure stopped once at a distance where they could comfortably speak. "An adventurer, just like you I imagine, who seeks warmth!" The voice was feminine, and it's owner was most certainly not lying about seeking warmth.

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    • The man's eyes narrowed, however, he pictured himself in their shoes, and lowered his blade. "I see! Come on over!" He would shout, sheathing his blade before sitting back down onto the log. Then, he kept his eyes on the figure. Letting his guard down completely was something he wasn't willing to do so easily.

      Although the paranoia inside him was setting off red alarms, he ignored them. What was the worse that could happen? Besides, he'd want warmth as well.

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    • The woman sits down on the cold ground across from him. He could now notice some of her features. Thus first was that she was wearing a fur coat and other such winter wear. The second was that she had yellow eyes that almost seemed to glow. 

      The third, and perhaps most obvious, was that she was a reptilian mamono. Her hair was a writhing nest of cyan serpents, and she had scales on her neck and cheeks, the same color as her hair. He could also swear that one of her arms was larger than the other, and placed closer to the fire.

      "I must thank you for letting me rest here, as you can probably see people like me aren't the best for weather like this."

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    • Upon seeing her closer, the man's breathing seemed to increase tenfold. He seemed to examine her closely. "Well, what kind of person would I be to turn you away?" He would say in response to her thanks.

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    • "A cruel one, or one who just doesn't trust others to not stay them and take their belongings." She notices his breathing. "Are you ok?"

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    • "Uh, yeah... I'm fine. Just, er, nevermind. I'm fine." The man explained with a shaky voice. It was obvious something was troubling him, but he wasn't going to admit it. "So, I assume you decided to put yourself through this hell for the same reason as me? The wishes?" His eyes seemed to shift, in a manner that would cause distrust.

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    • "Why else would anyone come to this frozen hell! I can maybe see the harvest of that never melt ice as a reason, but no others." She failed to notice his ocular movements.

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    • Nodding, the man tilted his head back a bit to look at the sky. "So, whats your name?" He asked, seeming to calm a bit as he watched the icy sky.

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    • "Mine is Reukra, may I have yours?"

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    • (Looks interesting. What kind of world is this all set in?)

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    • (The setting of MGE if that is what you are asking, as far as technological advancements?think around 1300-1500 hundreds.)

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    • (Alright. Is it only MGE monsters or can we have actual monsters?)

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    • (Actual monsters are allowed.)

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    • The two would soon hear footsteps from the North, a humanoid figure could be seen slowly approaching the camp.

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    • Reukra turns to face the newcomer, and the man sitting with her can swear he hears a groan coming from the arm closer to the fire. He also can not that it is completely covered by the coat.

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    • "My name's-" Before the man could finish, he heard footsteps followed by some sort of groaning sound. "The hell...?" He thought before shaking his head, stanind, and pulling out his knife just like before. "Two people in the span of what... Minutes?"

      "Hey! Who's there?" He repeated the same exact words as before...

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    • The figure would stop and stay silent for a few moments before speaking. "I'd like to sit near the fire, please."

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    • The man would stand there in silence, staring for a moment. Though, he ultimately caved in. "Alright! Come on over!" He shouted before sitting back down onto his log. "My name is Sawyer." Now his eyes seemed to watch her 'arm'.

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    • Seeing as the situation is resolved Reukra turns back to the fire. She gives a glare at her arm while her hair watches the newcomer.

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    • The figure would slowly approach, appearing out of the blinding snow. He had four defining features: His mismatched eyes, his attire, his usually large hands, and for whatever reason, was not shivering. He'd take a seat on a log near the fire and gave a sigh. "...thank you..." He said while watching the flames dance.

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    • "Well, what kind of person would I be to turn you away?" Sawyer said, feeling a sort of Deja Vu.

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    • "A person fearful of the unknown..." He said. A bit of an odd response but logically it made sense...

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    • "Well, we were just introducing ourselves here, so can you give us your name?"

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    • Although Sawyer went to say something, he stopped himself to stare into the fire/

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    • "...Monsuta... Furiku. Those are what I've mostly been called."

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    • As the group descended into silence the snowstorm seemed to lose some intensity, and the dark of night began to recede.

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    • "Well, it seems the night is disappearing." Sawyer commented as he watched the sky.

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    • Far from the campsite, from somewhere beneath the snow, snoring emerged at regular intervals since this freezing night...

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    • Monsuta... Or Furiku. Whatever the two preferred, would look tp to the sky and then to the snoring. "Another being?"

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    • Sawyer went to stood, however, after a quick inspection of the immediate area, remained sitting. "What? Where?"

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    • Monsuta... Furiku... We'll just go with Monsuta for the time being. Looked at Sawyer. "Snoring. Beneath the snow." He didn't seem worried... Of course, he hasn't given any expression the entire time he was at the camp. "Good hearing. Sounds far away. It's how I found your camp, crackling of the fire."

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    • Sawyer seemed to take his time responding to Monsuta's answer. "So, there is a third somewhere around here?" He eventually asked, looking over at Monsuta with tired eyes.

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    • "Yes. But I wouldn't be concerned. If the being is sleeping under snow than it's probably not in need of assistance."

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    • Sawyer would slowly nod, turning his head to stare into the now dimming fire. "So... Why do folks call you two different things? One a nickname or somethin'?" His eyes remained on the fire.

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    • "...No. I don't have a name to have a nickname originate from. Just the names that people give me that I adopt until I'm given a new name." He said as he stared at the dying fire.

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    • "Oh," Was all that escaped Sawyer's mouth before he fell silent, thinking. "Those names mean anything?" He eventually asked, looking at Reukra, even though the question was directed to Monsuta.

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    • "Since my time here, I found that Monsuta translates to Monster in Zipangu and Furiku translates to Freak."

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    • Reukra meets his stare. "I should probably go see what is making that snoring sound, I doubt it is pleasant to sleep beneath the snow." She gets up off the ground and begins to walk in the general direction of the snoring.

      By now what had once been a snow storm was now a light snowfall, and they could see some rabbits and other wildlife out and about.

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    • Reukra approached the source of snoring. Until she was just above, but about twenty meters from the camp... Whatever it was, it snored like a minotaur to make so much noise.

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    • Reukra kicks at the snow where the snoring is coming from, hoping that will wake him up.

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    • Sawyer watched Reukra walk off, a sigh of relief parting from his mouth. "Monster and Freak... Well, those aren't too kind names," Saywer started, "Want a different name?" He asked, turning his head to face Monsuta.

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    • The snoring suddenly stopped, no more noise came from below.

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    • Seeing as it stopped Reukra begins the walk back to the camp.

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    • "What exactly would you call me?"

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    • Meanwhile, several miles away, a young man had found the slightest bit of shelter from the cold within a small space underneath the snow, hollowed out from below a tree. He checked his rations and knew full well that he wouldn’t have enough food for the journey further into Cyrzure. He kept his coat tight around him as he curled up onto a pile of leaves for a bedroll. “Anything... anything I could ask...” He shivered, both from the sheer cold of the ice and the thought of his wish having even the slightest chance of coming true.

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    • As if fate had answered his call he can begin to hear the sound of snow crunching, which probably meant someone was there, someone who could maybe shelter him.

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    • He slowly rose and checked the buckle of his knife, just in case. His face was blasted with the frost outside as he peeked from out of the hole beneath the tree, hoping that whoever was out there was friendly. “H-Hello? Is someone there?”

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    • He was greeted by a Glacies, one of the many ice spirits who inhabit the island. She looked at him, analyzing him. "You will do nicely! Come with me." She orders.

      Reukra looks at Monsuta, having heard his inquiry she thinks of a name. "How about Grey?"

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    • Under the ice someone was listening to what was happening around, trying to understand the cause of the awakening.

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    • “W-What? Where?” He kept his coat as close to him as possible, distrusting the Glacies only slightly.

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    • "Do you wish to stay in a tree? I am taking you to Amphirite. You sure are a long way from the road..." This last sentence went muttered and probably unheard.

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    • "Grey? Well... It's better than anything else I've been called. May I know why you chose 'Grey'?"

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    • "Because of your attire primarily being the color, anyway, it is much less demeaning."

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    • "It is. I'll take the new name for the time being."

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    • He packed the few things he had and climbed out from the hole. He took several steps before faltering, the chill of the isle overwhelming his muscles. “I’ve never f-felt... this c-cold before...” He took a few more steps towards the Glacie before falling down, his body shaking rapidly as hypothermia slowly took its toll, having been stranded for over several days.

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    • (^ forgot to sign in .-.)

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    • The Glacie groans, it wouldn't do for this man to die here! She grabbed him, ignoring the little voice who told her she was making things worse, and lifted him up. The Glacie began walking towards the dirt path, and unbeknownst to her, Sawyer's camp.

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    • Immediately after being lifted up, he felt like he had been frozen completely. He felt a gradual sense of loneliness in his chest as he tried to keep himself warm, his teeth chattering so much that he couldn’t speak.

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    • The Glacie glares at him, as if that will somehow make the cold to away. She was only content with her fast pace and how they should reach their destination soon.

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    • Grey now looked in the direction of the Glacie and the young man's directions. "I hear someone coming."

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    • The piercing look she gave him felt like a punch to the gut. He shuddered and tried to look away. He felt even colder now, his heart feeling as though it was being slowly shattered.

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    • Seeing as his condition was worsening she looked around for a warm place to put him. She could always come back for him later. She spots the camp and begins moving towards it.

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    • His skin was starting to pale, and his lips were turning an unnatural shade of blue. Even as he could faintly make out the glow of a campfire in the distance, his vision was blurring.

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    • Grey would stand up as the Glacie approached and turned to them. "I see your human is freezing to death. I suggest you put him near the fire." He invited. Still as monotoned and expressionless as ever to even at the sight.

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    • Silently the Glacie walks towards the fire, dumping the human onto the ground. She looks at the group, she was certain they were respectable...

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    • "Hm..." Grey would help him sit upright before going around collecting sticks and adding them to the fire.

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    • It too kind several moments for him to finally warm up again, and once he could stand without falling over, he quickly hugged the Glacie with a blush before sitting back down by the fire. Unbeknownst to him, his iced heart was beginning to show its signs. “T-Thank you...”

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    • Grey would take a glance at the young man before sitting back down and silently watched the fire.

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    • Sawyer couldn't bring himself to pull of the shtick he had done already. He could not believe how many different people came to his camp in one day, all because of fire. "Well, hello," He'd finally say, looking at the man and Glacie.

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    • The Glacie gave him a confused look after the hug. "Hello" She said before sitting down away from the fire.

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    • “So...” he reached his hands out to the fire for more warmth. “I presume we’re all hear for wishes, though I suppose all we can do is hope that the stories are true.” He glanced over at where the Glacie had sat.

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    • "Yes, I'm here for a wish."

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    • “I’m just concerned about the authenticity of the rumors,” He’d sigh. “I’ve heard of people traveling here to have their wishes be granted, but I don’t really hear about them returning with what they came for.”

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    • An attentive ear caught snatches of your conversation.

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    • "I have nothing to lose. Only to gain." Grey responded.

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    • "Who knows? Maybe the wish receivers never leave the island. They are receiving them from either a Mamono or some terrible monster." Reukra says.

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    • “I can’t bear to think that I’ll be stranded on an island with a never-ending winter for the rest of my life. While I think my wish is worth that, I just hope it is not the case.” He’d undo his knapsack and pull out a pan flute, brushing the dirt and snow off of it. “My name is Roran, by the way.”

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    • "Hah, we all probably think our wish is worth staying here, but I imagine anything short of world peace will be laughed at."

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    • “Yes,” Roran would unsheathe his knife and start to carve at the flute’s holes to tune them. “Those tales of chivalrous and selfless individuals who wish for a bettering of the common good. I guess it wouldn’t matter if we’re laughed at; we’d be staying here forever.”

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    • "In fact, my goal i can not help but way is the opposite, for i have come here seeking perfection." She said the word with reverence, as if it was something divine.

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    • “Perfection...” Roran tested his flute with a few blows through each pipe. “In every which way? Knowledge, appearance, physicalities. You wouldn’t be able to die if you wanted universal perfection.” He’d stare at his flute, zoning out. “You’d practically be a god at that point.”

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    • "Is it anything to do with your arm?" He said, looking over at her.

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    • "... I have come to realize in my search for perfection that I can never attain that. I doubt anything short of remaking the universe could achieve that. But I wish to climb as close as I can to it! Starting by removing my deformity." At this she pulls up her coat sleeve, and reveals her left arm.

      It was a much larger version of the snakes that made up her hair was a easy way to describe it. It's head was surrounded by a mane of blue fur, and had a maw fill with fangs that were surely venomous. It's underbelly was a light teal.

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    • Grey was unfazed but merely closed his eyes. "I suppose our wishes are quite similar. To reach some form of normality." He then opened them and looked back at the fire.

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    • "Well, I wish you luck in your goal. I ought to take advantage of the morning while it lasts and make it to Amphirite. I hear the countess there knows where this wish giving spirit resides." She covered her left arm up and got up.

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    • Grey looked over at her as she got up. "So you have a lead on where to go...? May I make a request then?"

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    • "You certainly may."

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    • "May I accompany you?"

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    • "Well I don't see the harm in it, so you may." When Grey gets closer to her she adds. "Though this Countess seems to be a rather nasty piece of work if I wasn't lied to. She apparently consorts with some strange bug demon, is insane, and is a monster disguised as a human! It's probably all just slander, but you never know."

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    • "Well, if there is any... Trouble to say. You might find me useful."

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    • "We can only hope there won't be. Let us depart!" She began walking down the road to Amphirite.

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    • Grey would follow, silently... Seems like he wasn't one for making conversation.

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    • As they went on in silence they eventually reached Amphirite. The town gate was open when they arrived.

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    • "Is there anything about Amphirite that I should know about?"

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    • "Not much really, only thing that makes it stand out is it's Ice Mines. I doubt we are going there though."

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    • "Ice Mines... Where they mine... Ice?"

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    • "It does sound like the height of idiocy but apparently Never Melt Ice is valuable for trade."

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    • "Never Melt Ice... Unusual..."

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    • "Indeed." By now the two had entered Amphirite proper and were on the main street.

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    • Grey was looking around at the various buildings, studying his surroundings.

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    • The structures were mainly stores, he could see a shop selling candy and frozen treats owned by a Alraune and Oomukade. He could see multiple taverns and inns offering warmth, and he could even see the town square where... Oh dear, looks like they arrived just in time to see an execution!

      In the town square upon a platform a line of three men, a Kunoichi, and a human woman, they all looked rather worse for ware. Aside the line a shivering Ratatoskr read from a scroll.

      "-Attempted Murder of her serene grace, Countess Audrey! The punishment they face is death! However, our eternally merciful Countess will allow them a chance to live, should a champion stand up before everything is prepared!"

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    • "Reukra... I believe this might be a chance to catch the Countesses attention... If I may?"

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    • “What’s happening?” Roran had just arrived to the scene. “Oh...”

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    • "Uh, sure? I hope you have some skill in combat." She than notices Roran. "Oh, so you tagged along?"

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    • Grey nodded and stepped up and raised his hand. "I shall be that champion!" Grey said.

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    • The Ratatoskr gave a look of disbelief at his volunteering. "Well, prepare yourself than! The arena for Trials by Combat should be readied before the hour ends!"

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    • (My character asked Roran a question.)

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    • Grey nodded and headed back to the group. "If I win this 'Trial by Combat' than the Countess should take notice... Hopefully. If not that, at least I was able to save the living..." He looked down at his hand.

      "Though the fresh body parts would have proven useful..." He said under his breath. He then looked up, catching Roran. "You were the nearly frozen corpse... Roran was it? I suspect that your tagging along like me?" But it would seem that Roran ignored him and went up to ask his own question.

      (So be it...)

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    • (I thought you asked Reukra. Sorry ;-;)

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    • (Keep going with what we have or do you wanna retry with Grey asking him the question?)

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    • “I am,” He’d look back to Grey. “I don’t have much experience with the cold, but I’ve found that combat can work otherwise. In any case, you’d rather live for your wish, wouldn’t you?”

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    • "And just what are you getting at? That I'm weak even though you haven't seen a shred of my fighting ability?"

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    • “I never said that. All I’m saying is to be careful,” He’d look up at the convicted row of people. “You came for a wish to be granted, and I’m sure you’d want it to be granted under any circumstances.”

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    • "I would like to see my wish come true but I assure you that I will survive these trials as there's much of me you haven't seen. There's also something else..." He said as he looked at the row of people up for execution.

      "To save life from the cold hands of death. To keep the warmth of the living instead of turning them into cold corpses... Or so I've been told. I desire to protect that." He closed his eyes.

      "While my desire for my wish comes first; even if I have to kill the thing I also desire to protect; this is a case where I can do both at the same time. Though, I may have to kill during the trials, so be it. I've also already said I'd do it." He then opened his eyes once more.

      "All our talking is just making time go by. There are more important things to be done. Just believe me when I say I'll survive."

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    • “I have faith in you. Will you need anything before the trial that I might take the liberty of getting for you?”

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    • He unsheathed and offered him his blade. "Have it sharpened if you may. I'll be at the library in the meantime."

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    • He looked at the weapon before nodding. “I’ll do what I can. Good fortune be with you.”

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    • Grey nodded and handed off the weapon to Roran and then turned to Reukra. "Any idea where a library may be?"

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    • (Good night.)

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    • (Good night.)

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    • Meanwhile, he walked away to an alleyway nearby and sat down against one of the walls. He’d take out his pan flute, stare at the blade for a while, and start to play. [1]

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    • Once silence was restored to the campfire, a gloved hand of steel and chain mail crossed the ice and the snow. Opening the way for a helmet, then an armor. A heavy crossbow and a two-handed sword for visible weaponery. A tabard with the coat of arms of very specific organisation, floating in the wind ... The paladin retrieved his tent buried under the ice, rolled it and hung it on his big travel bag.

      He approached the remains of the camp and examined the tracks. Confirming his suspicions ... He withdrew his tabard and he hid it in the bottom of his bag. Before following the tracks in the snow.

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    • "Hmm, a library... I hope you know I have never been here in my life, and all know is from rumors. Well, except for the mines, I had a... Night Time Affair, with someone who worked there." She says, before adding. "I'm certain you'll find it if you look around. "

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    • The warrior in armor arrives in front of a city following the tracks in the snow. He observes the place at a good distance. Wondering if it was wise to get in there.

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    • After finishing, Roran set down the sword and clutched at his chest, suddenly feeling very alone, as if the winter’s frost had struck his heart. He felt compelled to express his forlornness, to which he unconsciously started to play another tune on his pan flute, channeling all of his emotion into a powerful spell song. [1]

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    • "Alright. Well, I'll be searching around." He said and started to wonder for a library.

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    • Reukra just watched as Roran played his pan flute.

      It was simple enough to find the small building titled Library.

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    • Grey would enter and take a look around before heading over to the librarian. "Excuse me miss, may I know where to locate books on 'The Wish' that's rumored around, please?"

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    • Roran had to wipe tears from his face after his song came to an end, once again holding his chest in pain. Was it the Glacies that did this to me? He thought as he stared at the flute.

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    • The librarian, an Oomukade, thought for a second. "Well, the only somewhat reliable source upon the subject is over there." She said, pointing to a shelf in the corner.

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    • Roran took out a small canteen of sake from his knapsack, taking some sips in an attempt to numb the pain.

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    • "Thank you." He said and headed over to the shelf, taking the book out and looked at the cover.

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    • In a sigh the man decided to enter the city, hand on the pommel of his sword.

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    • "Are... You ok?" Reukra asks him.

      the Paladin can see Reukra and Roran.

      The cover had an image of a mountain and the words "Mount Holon, home of the Frost Empress" Upon the front.

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    • Grey would head back over to the librarian and place the book on the desk.  "How much to check out this book?"

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    • He moves away from the mamono and studies the situation, his eyes falling on the condemned.

      He checks through his helmet to see if other peoples were standing around them. Wondering if discussing was a safe idea. After all, they were already screwed. Why would they keep the juiciest secrets hidden? 

      He start walking toward them.

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    • (Uh... Grey and his book are in another area...)

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    • (if you are talking to me, I'm walking toward the prisonners who are bound to be executed if someone don't earn back their life in a trial if I remember correctly)

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    • (Yes... But how does he know about the Fross Empress and Grey already volunteered.)

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    • (not planning to enter since I don't know about that. If you catch were I'm going. And the sign wasn't at the entrance? It was not specified for you so I assume... fine I will change it, my mistake)

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    • (The Frost Empress thing was directed at the book my character was looking at and it's fine.)

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    • "Two silver. It is due back in two weeks." The librarian says.

      At the square the only people left were the condemned, some guards, and people going about their daily business.

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    • “I... I don’t know.” Roran looked up at Reukra from where he sat. “I think I’m fine.” He’d try to keep his emotions to himself, picking up the blade and checking its sharpness.

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    • Grey nodded and handed over the silver. He'd then start back to his group while reading the book. The sharpness wasn't bad... But wasn't amazing. He should get to sharpening it as Grey requested. Probably bring it to a blacksmiths.

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    • The song from his flute didn’t seem to sharpen the sword as well as Roran hoped. He’d try to locate the nearest smith, where he’d pay and wait for the weapon to be finished.

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    • "Mount Holon, a popular destination amongst adventures. For near the mountains peak lives a Ice Spirit so powerful that she can grant wishes. Only a handful of people have reached the mountain, and only two have made it through her attempts at wedding out the unworthy. The first being some manner of Saurian templar, who left empty handed after realizing the Spirit wasn't a source of corruption.

      The second to reach this point is some manner of Automaton. I am sadly in the dark on whether or not it got whatever wish it sought, as it left Cyrzure the very same night."  Read the book Grey had checked out.

      Roran would find a Khepri Smith who offered to sharpen the blade for ten silver.

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    • "So we can leave after making a wish..." He said as he arrived back at' Reukra.

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    • Roran had found just enough in his bag to pay the Khepri, giving her the silver and the blade. “When will it be finished?” He asked.

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    • "Phew, glad that means we won't be stuck here should we get one." Reukra says.

      "It'll take twenty minutes, so he back then."

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    • "Yes... How much time do I have left before going to the arena?"

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    • Roran would walk back to Reukra and Grey. “Your blade will be ready in twenty minutes, Grey. Let us hope that the trial does not start until afterwards.”

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    • "You have thirty minutes i think, more than enough time."

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    • “I’m going to a tavern for a while. Need something strong,” Roran would head off to the inn nearby, holding his chest all the while.

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    • "Hm..." He then waited as he had nothing else to do... Well there was one thing. But he had a feeling that it wouldn't matter during the trials.

      "What do you think the 'Trials by Combat' will entail? Besides the obvious..."

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    • Roran would sit at the bar front, waiting for the bartender to get to him. He’d hold his pan flute in his hands firmly, almost to the point of damaging it. He had to put it down before he broke it; the forlornness was gradually spreading still.

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    • "Well, maybe you'll have to fight some wild monsters before whatever champion the Countess has?" Reukra suggested.

      The bartender finally got to Roran. "What can I get ya?"

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    • "Wild monsters? Shouldn't be too tough." Grey said as he sat down against a wall and continued to wait.

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    • “Your hottest sake,” He’d show her his pan flute. “I’ll play for your patrons for a drink.”

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    • "Hmmm.... Alright, One Sake coming right up!" 

      The minutes ticked by as Reukra and Grey sat in silence. They only sound being the hiss of Reukra's hair.

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    • As said, Grey wasn't one to make conversation... Really, he was a really odd guy. But soon he got up and went over to the row of convicted people.

      "May I ask a question?"

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    • Before any of the condemned could respond a Guard did. "What type of question?"

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    • "Why did they try to kill the Countess? I never heard of a motive."

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    • The Guard seemed reluctant to answer, but after his fellows encouraged him to do so he sighed. "They claim she's some sort of demon, and that any ruler who has lied about such a major thing for so long no longer deserves to rule."

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    • Roran thanked the bartender and brought a stool to the middle of the room, sitting down with his flute. Even with the heavy heart he currently had, he knew that the last thing a frequenter would want was a solemn tune. He focused on his happier and lighter mood, brought his instrument to his lips, and played a subtly enchanted song, hoping to lift the mood. [1]

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    • "Do they have any sort of proof to support there claim?"

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    • The Kunoichi took out what looked to be a... Jar of some manner of blue honey. A guard snatched it from her, muttering about how unbelievable it was that she managed to avoid losing it. "That's her lackluster proof."

      The mood in the inn seemed to brighten. A glass of Sake appeared at his side while he played.

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    • "What is it?" He asked, directed at the Kunoichi.

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    • "A jar of her honey." The Kunoichi said, as if that explained everything. Perhaps it was some manner of Bug Demon, rather than the actual mamono species of the same name.

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    • Roran continued to play, slowly increasing the tempo and cadence until everyone in the inn could hear his song. The pain in his chest seemed to subside a bit as the atmosphere became more lively.

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    • "How'd you get it?" Every time they answered a question another would pop up.

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    • Someone sitting not too far away, pretended to read a pocketbook, but kept a discreet ear on the conversation.

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    • Sawyer would eventually enter the city. While the others left, he remained beside the warm fire. Just him and his thoughts. However, as the silence gre louder, he eventually packed his things and left.

      Standing in silence, he slowly looked around.

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    • "I got it three months before our assassination attempt, when investigating her to make sure it was not just rumors." They Kunoichi responds.

      The atmosphere in the inn only gets livelier, and some people are humming along.

      Sawyer can see Reukra standing around, waiting for Grey or Roran to finish what they were doing.

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    • The man was beginning to think that he had made the right choice by making room for someone else and just listening to the conversation. Hurrying to turn the next page of his book to maintain the illusion.

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    • "Hm..." He then looked to the guard. "Did you people consider their claim and launch an investigation?"

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    • Sawyer walke over to Reukra, since she was the only familiar face. "Huhm. I see not much has happened." He said, putting his hands on his hands whilst looking forward.

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    • "No, because she neglected to tell you that there are multiple wild animals that also produce that. Infact, should you go to just about any candy or pastry shop you can find it." The Guard says.

      "You'd be surprised. Grey has volunteered to be a champion for some criminals in a trial by combat." Reukra responds.

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    • "..." Grey took a glance at the jar of blue honey than to the Kunoichi. "I have no more questions. Sorry to bother you all." He said, turned around and walked away all the while giving the paladin a stare. He then headed back to his group and sat down.

      "I suppose I just have to wait now..."

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    • The silence is broke when a Khepri holding a sharpened sword, Grey's, approaches them. "Do you know where the man who had this sharpened is? "

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    • "Yes. That would also be my sword. I asked Roran to sharpen it for me." He said, standing up.

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    • The Khepri, considering herself a good judge of honesty, seemed him truthful and handed him the sword.

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    • It would seem that her judgment was correct as the sword was a perfect match for the scabbard that he had. "Thank you."

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    • "Oh, sounds exciting." Sawyer said, nodding a bit.

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    • As Roran finished his song, he bowed before the patrons before drinking the cup of sake in a few gulps and leaving it on the bar, along with a silver coin as a tip. He then headed out to find Grey and Reukra, as well as Sawyer, who had just seemed to arrive.

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    • "If I win it should get some attention from the Countess. I would doubt she would have met us just because we were looking for wishes like many others."

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    • “I hope that the law in this town isn’t easily cast aside. If that is the case, the trial may not be as fair as we believe it will be.”

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    • "Does it matter? So long as Grey performs well enough to earn the Countess' attention i could care less about those five."

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    • Grey would take a glance at Reukra. It was his usual cold, emotionless look but there was something more to it... Something that nobody could put their finger on. He then stared forward before standing up. "I'm going to go find out where I'm supposed to go for these trials." He said and went back over to the guard.

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    • “Did it not occur to you that perhaps they want us to champion the convicted, just so they can get a spectacle of us dying? And if Grey does succeed, the Countess may accuse us of treason for saving her alleged assassins.” Roran shivered. “I’ve seen this before, with a town in West Zipangu. It was not a pretty sight.”

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    • The paladin still had many questions in his mind, but he did not like the idea of getting too much attention. What his armor complicated.

      Unconsciously, he finally let go of his prayer book and watched the prisoners. Not knowing what to really think of the situation. Probably he was just wasting his time.

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    • Reukra stays silent, preferring to think that if anyone will take the fall it will be Grey.

      The Guard looks at Grey. "What do you want now?'

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    • "Where's this Trial of Combat taking place and what can I expect? Besides the obvious of course..."

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    • (How can it be treason if our characters are foreign from the area?)

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    • The paladin noticed the man's return and his question about a trial. Turning his head towards the conversation.

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    • (he refer to the idea of rebelion against the autority more than treason I think, close but different)

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    • "It's taking place at the West end of Amphirite, and I would hurry, since your fight is about to start."

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    • Grey nodded and hurried to the West.

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    • Grey was under the gaze of the paladin has he hurried west. Gaze that turn back to the culprits of murder attempt.

      " My mother said pick a perfect one.,.and you are ... it! "  The paladin approaches one of the convicts.

      (For fun I let the master of the game decide who I'm going to talk to, if it's ok)

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    • He picks the human woman, who gives him a blank stare.

      Grey can see the entrance to what seems to be a medium sized arena.

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    • "Miss? Hello?" ask the paladin worried about her health.

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    • "So, where do we go from here?" Sawyer then asked, his words slow and slightly disconnected.

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    • "Well, we can watch Grey fight, or we could go drinking?" Reukra suggests.

      "Uh, hello?" The woman says to the Paladin.

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    • "Ah, a drink. Now that sounds nice." Sawyer's words were once again disconnected and slow.

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    • "Ah! Excuse you seemed a bit off. And I was ... well let's forget that. I'm Sir Fayard. Would you mind telling me your story?" He took the courtesy of raising the visor of his helmet.


      Revealing a man with short brown hair, green eyes, in the late thirties. His face tired and bitten by the cold that looked at her with a sort of kindness.

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    • "...Are you ok?" Reukra asks Sawyer.

      "I attempted to hide these four after their failed attempt, I believe you can see how that worked out..." The woman says.

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    • "I can imagine." he smiled amused. Being himself adept of black humor and sarcasm.

      "Do you know why they tried this? I have heard of demons ... but that does not seem to be their favorite area of activity... And I can't imagine a kunoïchi trying to slay a demon . " he glanced at the kunoïchi, suspicious. Before returning to his interlocutor.

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    • Sawyer seemed a bit confused at this question. "Well, after a few drinks, yeah!" He answered with a laugh, speaking normally again.

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    • After Grey arrived at the location he would turn to say something to his group about what to do after but he saw no one was there... "I see... Left to do the dirty work..." He gave a sigh. It reminded him of a certain someone... He headed to where he needed to go to start the trials.

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    • "Who can say? Could be because they don't want some radical changing Amphirite into a demon realm. All I know is that I am punished for being a good Samaritan." The woman says.

      "Right than! I'll pay, think of it as thanks for letting me sit by the fire." Reukra says before hunting for a tavern.

      Inside the arena there were a few spectators. The most important one being a tall woman. She had blue hair that went down to her waist and ice blue eyes. She was wore a fur cloak. Her skin was a paste white. This was Countess Audrey.

      Across from him stood a mechanical... Anteater? It's eyes were an acid green and multiple lines of a similar color went from its back to it's gauntlet like hands. He could see three nozzles on each hand. 

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    • Roran would enter the arena with Grey, giving a hopeful smile. “Remember, I’m up with the spectators if you need aid.” He then parted with Grey to sit down in a vacant seat, his flute half hidden in his jacket.

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    • Grey nodded to Roran. At least someone came along. He then faced the mental anteater, raising an eyebrow. His eyes were quickly analyzing it before the fight started. He wondered if there was going to be an announcer or if they were just going to start.

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    • After a minute or silence Audrey shatters it. "Well, let the Trial begin!" The machine straightens and points a hand at Grey.

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    • (Points game at Grey?)

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    • (Because sometimes autocorrect is special, and replaces a correctly spelled hand with game.)

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    • Roran watches intently, tapping his fingers on his flute in a nervous anticipation. “Come on Grey, get first blood.”

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    • "Hm..." If he had to guess it was going to fire some sort of magic. The distance he had to travel would mean he wouldn't be able to attack first against a ranged enemy... As he continued to analyze it he drew his weapon and started a moderate pace towards it. The entire time he was unusually unblinking.

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    • As he approached a rope of green liquid was shot out of a nozzle. It falls short of Grey and impacts the ground. He can smell a terrible, acrid, stench as it sizzles.

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    • Grey would stop and look down at the liquid. Acid... Alright... Grey, making a quick decision and suddenly dashed to the left and started to circle the metal anteater at an inhuman speed creating a wall of dust around the two. His amber eye slowly glowed...

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    • The gauntlet-hand spins, and this time a blue liquid jets forward. Hitting the ground around the machine. As if by magic a wall of ice forms around it.

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    • "That won't stop me." Grey said as the wall of dust suddenly turned into a blazing inferno and Grey was set ablaze. While it didn't melt the ice near instantly it weakened a bit and using the momentum from his speed punched through the ice and carried on into the side of the anteater. The machine would then shatter through the ice and out of the inferno on its side, a large dent in its other side. Grey would quickly sprint out of the fading inferno at the anteater. The hand he punched the machine beast with looked mangled and broken but strangley he didn't look a bit in pain.

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    • Roran was taken aback by this, not realizing the full extent of Grey’s skills until then. He kept his flute hidden; it didn’t look like Grey needed help for now.

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    • "I see, thank you. May the lord bless you." The paladin then moved to the next person.
      "And you? "

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    • Sawyer would quietly follow, taking this opportunity to look at the many different buildings.

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    • The mechanical anteater gets up. The hand once again spins, and once again green acid is sprayed forth at Grey.

      Sawyer could only really note that every building had a sloped roof before Reukra drags him into a tavern she found.

      The Kunoichi looks at him in silence, analyzing him.

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    • Sir Fayard looked back at the kunoïchi, intrigued. Surprised to meet this mysterious creature, he only met once in the heretical book of the wandering scholar. More exceptional, one who was captured.

      Are they not supposed to be elite assassins? he thought, letting his eyes drift on her equipment, trying to remember something about their tail he read before but forgot.

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    • She could perhaps be forgiven for her capture, as Audrey was a skilled fighter in her days before ascending to her current position. It also helped to have someone who excels at finding out things they shouldn't know in your employ.

      As for the Kunoichi? She had none of her typical equipment on her, unless you count her tail as such.

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    • (I guess she noticed his very specific equipment ...)
      He ends up breaking the silence:

      "I caught your conversation a little while ago, miss. And if you allow me, I wanted to ask you, how can you be sure that the countess is a demon?"

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    • (Would you not take a prisoner's items away from them?)

      "I'm not as certain of it as I would like to be, but I have had some suspicions for awhile. Such as how five years ago she had disappeared for a week and came back... Different, her personality had changed, though it was a rather small change. Her appearance became more appealing. The greatest change was perhaps her new interest in finding a husband, when prior to her disappearance she displayed a supreme disinterest in such."

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    • (what do you mean by that? Her proof? I was just checking how she was dressed and geared. For now... He have a legendary kunoïchi in front of him. )

      He raised an eyebrow at the disturbing detail. "It is indeed interesting in these times. But why do you think she would be a demon and not a more widespread succubus? "

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    • (I was thinking more so of her equipment, and I probably should have used that instead of items.)

      "Who's to say she's either? I personally use it because whatever she is now, there is some manner of corruption involved, and what mamono is better known for corruption than a demon?"

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    • (My character is geared has a knight in plate and mails, long sword and crossbow... so I doubted a kunoïchi dressvery light dress could be useful ... and if she ever has smoke bomb, or other ninja gear... I wouldn't have the training to use them efficiently anyway... nunchaku in my own face XD )


      "A Lilim?" he tried with an unconfortable frown, thinking about the rumors about Druella.

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    • "...Excluding them, I don't even think you can be monsterized into one."

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    • "Well, this is not my specialty I would say ... So why try to prevent it?" I thought corrupting political leaders to rally them to your cause was the specialty of your ... clan? " he asked suspiciously. Because that was the big problem he detected in this story.

      "Not to mention the murder that is not really wanted by monsters in general, who prefer raping and taking home."

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    • "Amphirite, and indeed most other settlements in this island are monster friendly already, what I intended to prevent was the transformation into a dark demon realm. Like... Lescatie, for example. Nothing causes Anti-Monster cities to go forward on crusades quite like that. And while I certainly distaste the act of murder, I also distaste the chances of many more suffering instead."

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    • "..." He zoned out in thought. Wondering if he was being manipulated to finish the job for them. "How did you fail?"

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    • "Ah, this seems like a fun place!" Sawyer exclaimed, looking the part of a drunk.

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    • "Well, it pays to have spies, and I can only assume she had one who informed her of my attempt because she was awake and ready for me when I entered her room."

      "So what do you want Sawyer?" Reukra asks.

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    • Roran took a moment to look at the Countess, analyzing her and her guard for any evidence of magical use. This mechanical beast couldn’t be autonomous, could it?

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    • Sir Faiyard raised an eyebrow. "And? She used some kind of power? If the rumors are true about your kind, I doubt that a company of human soldiers would be able to catch you." he remarked.

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    • "Indeed, even before her disappearance she was skilled with ice magic, and after became even more so. It was simple enough for her to entrap me in  frosty prison."

      When he looked over Roran could see no signs of magical usage.

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    • "A glass of Whisky!" Sawyer answered, ready for the drinks.

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    • Just looking at her suddenly reminded her of the Glacies. His heart started aching again; the sake he had earlier did seem to help. He tried to ignore it, attempting to get his mind off of it by watching the fight. She must be one of them... or have their abilities...

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    • "Look more like a Yuki-onna or an Ice queen than a demon... No wonder." He was sympathetic to it. Shivering at the thought of ending up in a block of ice.

      "And them?" he ask taking a glance to the three men in the same condition. "Accomplices?"

      (Hey! Give me back my precious intel UnbalancedSpoon !!! XD )

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    • (actually, I kind of guessed it was a Yuki before when Tikkit went on about the pale skin and ice properties earlier, but thanks for the reassurance XD)

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    • (I was going to do something else, but as you said, she is definitely described as a Yuki of other high ranking ice mamono, and I would find it difficult to justify why exactly it would be that something else.)

      "You are correct."

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    • (and surprise! She simply turn succubus,strengthening her power, multiplying it. Like for the heroines from Lescatie. "WE are scewed!!! Run !!!!")

      "And now?You are waiting for the executionner? Did you even face a judge?"

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    • (Hey, you’re the game master, you can make her anything. Don’t let us poke you)

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    • (Yep! Keep surprising us please!)

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    • "Well, we would have been executed, but apparently someone is fighting to preserve our lives in a trial by combat."

      Reukra goes up to the bartender and orders two whiskeys.

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    • Sawyer was going to sit down at the counter, however, he remembered Reukra, and looked around for a suitable place for them to sit.

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    • "Do you think the claim to spare you is thrustworthy?" he was suspicious, smelling a deviant's death game.

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    • "I think that it is officially, Poseidon knows convenient accidents happen."

      Sawyer finds a empty table.

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    • "All depend for who." he added with a dry smile. Knowing all to well on whose side poseidon truly is. That and the fact he hate deep water and get seasick easily when it start to move. The travel to this island was a freaking nightmare, always under the whim of Poseidon.

      "May the gods smile upon you all!" he declared before turning to leave. Having a lot to think.

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    • "Reukra, over here." Sawyer announces before heading over to the free table.

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    • Reukra heads over to the table. She slides one of the whiskeys over to Sawyer.

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    • (Sorry wasn't on much lately. My computer decided it would be a fun idea to stop working... And made me factory reset it. Currently getting everything back together.)

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    • (No worries, mate. Hope stuff gets working good.)

      Sawyer would take a large gulp from the glass. "So, where do you come from?" He then asked, trying to make some small talk.

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    • "I come from Cragspure, a city in the Emberlight Depths. Rather than bore you with facts about it, why don't you tell me about yourself?" She responds, pouring some whiskey into her left arm's mouth.

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    • "Huhm, well, I don't know where I was born. However, I was raised in a small town far from here. Durmont. I was adopted, by a Lizardman. Raised to fight, which was to be expected. Didn't know who my father was, he went missing when I was young. Or so I've been told." Sawyer then stopped for a quick breath before taking a swig from the glass of whiskey.

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    • "Sounds like you had a nice enough childhood, except for the father... Though why did you start breathing quicker after we met?" Reukra asks, remembering the event.

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    • Up until this point, Sawyer had attempted his best to avoid looking at the snake like parts of Reukra's body. However, now that she had brought up the breathing, he felt as though he had to explain himself. "...Snakes." The word left his mouth quietly, and it seemed he felt bad saying it.

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    • Reukra frowns for a second, and her serpentine hair hisses in dismay. "Well, I'm glad you're willing to go drinking with me at least. Though is there a story behind this?"

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    • After asking the question, the pace of his breathing once again increased. After a qucik sip of his drink, however, it slowly returned to normal. "Bad... Bad memories..." He explained before taking slow, deep breaths.

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    • Deciding not to press for more information she returned to her drink. " if it were any other thing I would have offered to relieve the pain. But clearly attempts like that would do more harm than good." The tone she used when saying relieve left no doubt to how she would have done it.

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    • Sawyer would finish his drink as he spoke, pondering on the word 'relieve'. He couldn't help but wonder. Of course, this made him nervous, as it reminded him of his past. The whole reason this fear started...


      Normally, he would have said something. Anything to break the silence, but for this one time, he could only sit there quietly, hoping something would happen to shatter the quiet.

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    • Grey would back step from the acid attack and darted right while looking for an opening.

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    • Sir Fayard, who was freezing, began to look for a not too shabby inn.

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    • An autonomous machine? Without any magical source? Roran watched the anteater with an increased interest, clutching at his chest as he did. It must be puppeteered, or something...

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    • The Automaton continues it's assault, though Grey noticed it favored it's right hand when firing. Perhaps the other was broken?

      Fayard would enter the establishment Reukra and Sawyer were currently at.

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    • Sir Fayard, who had closed his visor to protect himself a little from the cold outside, looked for a counter, or at least an employee. Trying not to pay attention to the serpents on the head of someone.. Making him considering turning back.

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    • He could see a counter and the bartender behind it. He was currently not serving anyone.

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    • After while of silence, Sawyer would stand up. "You want another drink?" He asked whilst staring at the empty glass in his hands, the though question was directed towards Reukra.

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    • Fayard approached the bartender. "Good morning, would it be possible to eat and get a room for the next night please?"

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    • "Twenty Silver." Was the bartender's response.

      "Certainly!" Reukra says, glad that the silence was broken and she had an excuse to get more whiskey.

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    • Fayard began to search under his breastplate which he had slightly detached at the moment. From there came out a little leather purse, and began to search.
      "Do you accept continental currencies?" He had trouble catching the pieces with his steel gauntlet.

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    • "Every currency that isn't Mist Continent currency is accepted." He said while watching him take out his silver.

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    • He ended up losing patience and slid the contents of the purse on the table. Bronze and silver coins came out. Fayard slid the amount for the meal and the room towards the bartender.

      Before recovering the rest in the purse. Grimacing, realizing that this trip was exhausting the little money he had left.

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    • It’s mechanical. I’d doubt it would have a weakness to cold, due to the environment. If Grey can wield fire, it might be hot enough to melt the metal... Roran wanted to call this out to Grey, but was afraid that any interference would be punished. All he could do was endure the ice in his heart and hope that Grey would come to the same realization.

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    • Sawyer nodded, picking her glass up before walking over to the counter and waiting for the bartender.

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    • The bartender handed Fayard the keys to his room, 216. Afterwards he goes to attend to Sawyer. "What do you need?"

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    • Fayard pocketed the keys and go seat on a free chair near a warm place. Waiting for his meal...Eyes closed, resting.

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    • "Two refills of Whiskey, please." Sawyer answered, a tired expression on his face.

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    • "Uh-huh" The bartender says, filling up the glasses and handing them back to Sawyer.

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    • "Thanks," Sawyer would say, grabbing the glasses. "Have a good one." Making it back to the table, he sat down and slid one of the drinks back to Reukra.

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    • "So, what wish do you seek?" Reukra says, taking a sip of whiskey.

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    • (just to be clear, Reukra isn’t a Medusa? Just a malformed human?)

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    • UnbalancedSpoon wrote:
      (just to be clear, Reukra isn’t a Medusa? Just a malformed human?)

      (More so a malformed Medusa, since she's still a mamono.)

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    • "Wealth." Sawyer answered with a shrug. He hadn't really, really thought about until now.
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      UnbalancedSpoon wrote:
      (just to be clear, Reukra isn’t a Medusa? Just a malformed human?)

      (More so a malformed Medusa, since she's still a mamono.)

      (Besides the arm, no other malformations?)

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    • (No Laima lower body as well.)

      "...Huh, I am almost disappointed by how simple your wish is."

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    • "I'm a pretty simple man. Sorry to disappoint, but, I don't really know what else to wish for."

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    • (Hope everyone has had a nice Thanksgiving.)

      "It's busted..." Seeing as it's left hand was not working he'd charge that side, planning something.

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    • And thus, once again, Reukra and Sawyer descend into silence.

      The acid spewing machine slowly turns to meet Grey with a jet of acid.

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    • Grey would duck under the acid jet and place his hand on the ground, his other blue eye glowing before the surrounding ground became covered in solid ice. He'd get back up, his blue eye dimming and his red eye glowing once more. His feet would then light a blaze which melted any ice under his feet, allowing him to run while letting the machine struggle to get footing... Or what he believed would happen. He'd then attempt to outmaneuver the machine, running to its bad side and charging.

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    • "I've seen enough." Came the cold voice of Audrey. Upon hearing this Grey finally leans what the final nozzle shoots, as the Automaton shoots an orange liquid at it's feet. With this action it teleports next to the Countess.

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    • Roran would stand, awaiting the trial’s verdict, as neither opponent had necessarily beaten the other. Let us the victory... please...

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    • Grey would stop, look around, before looking up at the Countess. He assumed she either got bored or didn't want her toy to be broken... Of course, he wasn't there to entertain, simply fight. He waited for what she was going to say. His hand also seemed to have healed... Even though it was broken moments before.

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    • "Due to the fact that... What is your name?" She asks Grey, before continuing. "Is unscathed, I have to say he is the winner."

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    • "Y'know, silence is a funny thing," Sawyer started, "The longer it goes on, the louder it gets."

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    • "Heh, it must be screaming at us by now... You know how I said I didn't want to hide you with my life story?"

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    • "Yeah..." Sawyer said, a curious look on his face.

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