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Nurturer.

Murderer.

Ayra

The announcement of choosing a place...reason was due to war. Yet the place Ziaram was off to was one called Sires. His reason? Well there was an amazing swordswoman going, and with any luck he could learn a thing or two from her. Anyways...onto the point.

Gear? Check...uhm supplies I need? Got em...Light Brand and Killing Edge...got those...yeah should be good for this. All right checked out, gear ready, being two vulneraries, his weapons, and a pack of sharpening stones...dull weapons got you nowhere. Yet once all of this was cleared, he went off to go meet with Ayra.

Ok lets see...from what I have heard, I need to be very careful. For one she can kill me with a swift blow. No one here knows me that well so would I be missed? Anyways, I am here to do what I can to help out...and since my debt is finally payed off I can do more things.

Now reaching the area the group to Sires, Ziaram liked the fact that horses were the source of transportation, rather than walking. Good thing back in Impersus I learned some things about horseback riding. Moving over to Ayra, he kept his head strong, and said, "Here to join you to Sires Commander Ayra."

Javert was having a dream, too!

Only unlike the rest of you losers, it was AWESOME.

Long story short, s**t be goin' down in Eyris and tl; dr, Javert was facing off against none other than that smokin' hot queen who's likely got so many STDs she oughtta be in quarantine, Charolais!

...Who could apparently speak some butchered foreign language. And did Javert mention he could fly? 'Cuz that's important.

"WATA SHINI SHINERI! SHINEEEEEEENZU!!" Charolais screamed in a surprisingly manly voice for a woman. She jumped up from the ground, speeding surprisingly quickly towards Javert.

But the Halberdier wasn't worried at all.

"FALCOOONE... PUUUUUNCH!!" Javert roared as he flew down right at her, then punched her in the face. Hard. For some reason, Charice flew past, screaming something about "CAPTAIN FALCONE!". He wasn't sure why she said it, but he didn't like her tone. Why did she sound like he'd just sacrificed himself to... apparently kill Charolais (who screamed "WUUUUUUAAAAAARRRRRRRGH" as bright light consumed her)?

But then the light closed in around him, and he realized.

"Uh oh..."

The light consumed him too before it coalesced into this ever-expanding ball, exploding outward into a giant light wall that could be seen throughout the universe...!

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"...Javert. Javert!"

The Halberdier woke up to Ghis' yelling before water could be thrown. Too bad--it felt like it was going to be a warm day out...

"Good, yer up. Listen, this may shock ye, bu' there's a war wi' Mordache, an' apparently Sentria. Charice gets tae have all th' fun, so ah'm sendin' ye doon there this time. Goo' luck!"

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And so it was that Javert found himself on a horse bound for Sires. In command was Ayra (Who?), and alongside was a really nervous mage-type (Don't know him), a well-stocked Swordmaster (Nice weapon choices), and Leon (Representin'). Horses weren't his strong suit, but... he'd manage. He'd at least ridden them enough to know how they worked.

And while everyone else was introducing themselves with mixed amounts of fear and awe, Javert might as well add his.

"And I'm Javert of the Eyris Watch, on leave from Captain Ghis to assist. Umm... that's it," he said, adding a quick nod to the finish.

(Tl;dr? Then skip to the bottom two paragraphs I guess.)

Blythe sighed; money was tighter than usual. Several days had already passed since he last came upon a village in need of his healer-for-hire services, and its inhabitants had been in pretty decent shape even after a monster invasion, meaning less work for him. Allegedly, a group led by the very princess of Renais had passed through it just around the time the monsters or lore first appeared across the entire continent. He simply didn’t believe this. While it was true Renais had been overtaken by Grado and that spoiled-from-birth princess wasn’t in her comfy castle anymore, word had it the girl had escaped to Frelia for protection. So what would she be doing in Renais, especially its minor villages, when she could be sitting pretty among other royalty in a safer country? No, it had to be something else.

At any rate, he’d had to purchase a new Heal staff to replace one that just broke and hadn’t made enough gold to even cover the price of the staff, let alone rations of food for both Blythe and his horse, Cesario, due to how well off the village had been. And the Troubadour and his mount were already running low on food again, too, with maybe enough for another day or two. Blythe only hoped to happen upon another town or village soon, and one that actually needed his services. It wasn’t that he wanted people to be in need of his healing, but he had to make a living somehow. And so the Troubadour pressed on; the farther you go the sooner you’ll get somewhere, he reasoned.

…OR the sooner you’ll come across a mob of monsters. Blythe couldn’t help but curse to himself upon seeing the monster-horde he’d happened upon. He wouldn’t be able to get past all these, no way! Worse yet, some of them appeared to have noticed him and were moving towards the Troubadour! As his eyes caught a glimpse of it all, Blythe hastily pulled out the Berserk Staff he carried with him specifically for dangerous situations such as the one he now found himself and steered Cesario to the left so they could make their escape all the sooner momentarily. He then focused his efforts on using the staff, now lifted into the air. A charged, bright, eerie ruby-red pillar of light spiraled to the skies, then arching back downward a good distance away, encasing in it an Entombed near the center of the group. The light then disappeared, its target now successfully under the trance the staff was infamous for producing.

Predictably, the Entombed then proceeded to haphazardly strike at whatever was nearest to it, redirecting all the attention Blythe had been given onto itself. Like how many an MMORPG work – only not. And on that note, Blythe nudged at Cesario with his feet to turn left yet again and hightail the two of them out of there. Blythe normally allowed Cesario to travel at a casual but productive walking pace, but you could obviously make exceptions when getting out of a sticky situation, and Cesario seemed to be moving faster than the horse had ever gone before. When the horse began to slow down to its normal pace several minutes later, Blythe was trying to think of what he’d do next. If he kept going the direction he was going he’d eventually end up in the village he’d originally just left from… in three days! It’d be doable, but after deliberating the options in his head for a while, Blythe decided it’d be best to go in another direction completely. And so he steered Cesario onto another road at the first fork they came across, not an hour later. He thought it strange he hadn’t noticed the fork passing by it the first time, however.

Inevitably, as it always does, nightfall eventually came upon them, and the Troubadour and steed had to retire for the night – they’d made good progress despite all the adversity faced. When he continued moving the next morning, Blythe couldn’t help but think he smelled the ocean, like he was back home in Carcino. Renais wasn’t supposed to be touching any oceans, though. He was beginning to get weirded out, thought his senses were messing with him a little bit. Maybe he was unknowningly moving closer to Carcino or Frelia? He shouldn’t be, but it was possible, he reasoned. A few hours later he arrived at not a village, not a town, but a city. Cities had the best defenses against the monsters, but usually had other jobs to be carried out. Blythe was just relieved to have reached something before running out of food. Until he learned it was a port city – on the ocean. And preparing for a war, apparently waiting for a group whatever the capitol was. Apparently he was in a place named Sires in a country named Learania.

Blythe started freaking the ******** out. What was happening to him? This was Magvel, right? Right? Blythe thought he was losing it. Out of urgency and fear, he left this ‘Sires’ and went back the way he’d come from. Eventually he’d end up at the fork in the road and could go to the original village he’d been through in Renais, he kept telling himself. He just had to stay calm. Of course, there wouldn’t be any going back to Renais. There wouldn’t be any going back to Renais, to Carcino, or to Magvel at all. But Blythe didn’t know that yet. He also didn’t know that he’d be crossing paths with the same group he’d heard of in Sires during his futile attempt to return to that simple village in Renais.

(OOC: and with all that, I've finally got an OC in Learania. Yaaaay!)

A look of panicked shock got onto Sephas's face as Ayra was surprisingly blunt. It really wouldn't help any if he had to learn how to ride a horse as he went! But, oh, the Commander asked for his name! "My name's Sephas, miss." he said, expecting to be ignored as her attention went to the others in the group. He couldn't exactly blame her for bouncing from conversation to conversation, so he decided to just move on and... try to figure out what to do.

He took a good few steps away from Ayra, positioning himself closer to the middle of the group. "Uh, hi! I've never rode a horse before, guys." He tried his hardest to cover up the awkward feeling in his shouting by ending it with a laugh, but he wasn't sure how well it went. But, he already started giving himself their attention, so why not just go all the way? "So, uh, could someone... give me a ride?"

Honestly, he was expecting to be booed, ridiculed, and laughed at until he simply turned and went back home. This seemed like a pretty serious bunch, so they might not take too kindly to his lack of riding experience...

(( This post is a steaming pile of s**t! ;D ))

I ain't gonna give in, no matter how
hard the fight before me looks to be!

Now that Leon got a good look around, he was starting to notice the others whom were speaking to the great crew member leading this rather... odd, but hopefully compatible band of fighters. There was a sword fighter... according to the record files, named Ziaram. Not much other details had been reported, other than the fact that the young man was from the same land as Shento, the Sniper Hero. Then there was that mage who spoke so awkwardly to Lady Ayra. There were no records of him yet, but rumors went around that his magic was somewhat similar, but not identical, to anima magic. It didn't surprise the Lieutenant one bit when he said he didn't know how to ride a horse, since mage-types spent far too much time in their studies with their books to learn anything else but their magic craft.

Javert had shown up as well, as Leon expected, to represent Ghis's troop in this whole (mis)adventure. He didn't let the fact that his oddly prophetic dream involved the Halberdier, because dreams WERE just dreams, even if they happened to be scary ones. Instead, the Great Knight was happy to see a fellow officer take to the field with him as the two of them despite their Captains' rivalry (which was rumored to have started over how one says "tomato") were very compatible in a battlefield setting. He gave Javert a simple nod to greet him. Seconds later, Leon noticed the red-headed swordmaster that he swore he remembered from somewhere... he just couldn't place it.

Was there anyone else whom was willing to join this group? It's not like Leon could answer. He knew of no more Watch being deployed outside Eyris, as they had to stay behind and fortify the city's defenses. "Of course, if we're doin' our jobs right, they won't have to fight." He thought. Just as he was about to ask Ayra when they were going to depart for Sires, the mage Lieutenant Vatara noticed earlier was wondering if anyone had any saddle space for him.

"Ya can come aboard Anri if ya dun' mind. He can carry a little extra weight." Leon offered, climbing up onto his steed and offering a hand out to Sephas, who would probably prefer not to try and steer a horse by himself. Really, Sephas's weight wouldn't bother Anri at all, since his own rider was weighted down with his Great Knight armor and the tower shield.

If ya just believe, then even if the world is
torn asunder, yer gonna seize victory!

Nurturer.

Murderer.

Ayra