Starfall-Human & Creature Fantasy RP(late medieval) semilit

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Name: Apphia Red Thatcher
Nickname: Red
Gender: Female
Race: Dyre (Cheetah)
Faction: None
Age: 26
Crush: Open
Mood: Tense
Doing: Listening to the king's speech
Form

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It was the night that the king would be doing his speech, but she just stood in the crowds of people in the plaza, her hood covering her face like a shadowy figure. Knowing her target was here to listen to the speech, she just slowly shoved her way through. Her feline pupils turning to every direction, her ears flicking to every sound, and fingers flinching with tension. Glancing towards all the guards the surrounded the area, Apphia knew it would be suicide to kill her target and knew to kill him later on in the night when the speech was over. Crossing her arms with annoyance, she just sighed and just started shoving her way to the back of the crowd. She could feel all the fear, excitement, stress, and tension from all the people, but she just hissed a bit. The crowd was rude, but Apphia didn't mind it and she just yelled as each person got in her way," Move it!" She says with hatred, shoving the man to the side. Finally people started backing up to her temper and made her a small pathway. Getting to the back, she stopped and watched as the king spoke from the stage.

Each guard had the serious look, their weapons ready to fire in seconds, but she just kept glancing towards them. I felt like she was being watched by something, not just the guards, but her teeth clenched a bit. Turning her head towards the sudden sound of the king's yell and the clicks of rifles, she just flicked her feline ears. Speech was starting and it was time to listen to all of his non sense. Grumbling words underneath her breath, she just flattened her ears and just stared towards all the guards that surrounded the area. All of the guards looked so young, all at least in their twenties, possibly early thirties. Young, which means inexperienced and that'll be easy to take them down, but when they're in large numbers, not possible. Luckily none of the young guards recognized her so she was safe, for now.

Minutes has already passed and she was already ready to leave, but she'll have to be patient. Patience was not her thing and she would explode if she has to wait for 5 seconds. It feels like it has been hours already, but leaning against the wall, she just raised her hand to cover her yawn and stared off towards the crowds again. All she could see was humans, yet very few dyres, but Apphia just leaned against the wall like nothing was going on. Of course there was always something going on, but she just kept her mouth closed, not saying another word, unless it was needed. Like when was she needed, besides to assassinate, or steal, but life is going slow.

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Name: Chase Ujj Forest
Nickname: Ujj
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Faction:The Legion
Age: 24
Crush: Open
Mood: Serious
Doing: Guarding the king
Form

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Standing along the wall, his rifle loaded and aimed towards the crowd, he just glared at them with concern and with ambition. Knowing that his younger sister was somewhere among in the crowd, he just started to scan the area. At last, after searching for 10 minutes, he found her, but being shoved around by the rude people. Teeth clenching, he just watched as she reacted and shoved another man larger than her. Growling underneath his breath, he just aimed his gun towards the group of boys that stood in front of her. Seemed like a fight was about to start and he just aimed the rifle towards them. Finger at the trigger, Ujj just wanted to pull it so badly. Those who messes with his younger sister would get a bullet in the head. Of course he couldn't pull it for it would just get worse and he kept his rifle aimed towards them. After this is over, he'll need to have a conversation with his sister, knowing that she shouldn't be shoving people around, even though they do.

Glancing towards the others that stood around him, their rifles aimed, he just glanced towards the king and his family. Whatever the king was planning, he just started to glance around the crowds again. Checking back towards his young sister Ariel, he just muttered." Remember what I taught you about self-defense.." He says to himself, watching as she just stood there. Minutes passed and he was still standing on the wall, his rifle loaded and aimed. His arms and legs started to get soar, but that's just because he was on duty before all this. Standing all day at the entrance of the city and now here made the day exhausting. He hardly got to spend time with his young sister because money was low and had to work extra hours for extra money.

Knowing that she may hate him for not spending time with her, he just sighed. A day off work would be great, but maybe he could if someone else takes his place. After this he'll have to talk to some of the guards and ask them it any of them could take his place for a day. Though it was rare for someone to take someone's place since everyone works hard to keep their job. Maybe some of the newer guards could take his place since the younger ones love the job. Not exact recruits, but close enough for them to take guard duty at the cities wall.

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Rᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ Sɴᴏᴡ
Kɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Hɪɢʜʙᴏʀɴᴇ
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Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: Rafe
Aɢᴇ: 29
Fᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: Highborne
Rᴀᴄᴇ: Human

Grey eyes scanned the crowd. They danced from person to person, noting their strengths - and searching for weakness. He took his time to carefully note anyone who looked remotely suspcious; a nervous twitch here, a concealed weapon there. Rafe himself was leaned up against a rickety cart that had drawn to a halt in the shadow of the tailor's shop. The driver was a little old farmer's wife, who had halted her dray mare in order to gawp at the King's speech like the rest of the rabble.

Admittedly, Rafe was interested in what the King had to say. It was risky him even being here; his face was no stranger to the Legion. He was dressed in his normal light wear, no armor to be seen. However a ragged black half-cape was fastened over his shoulders. It draped down his left side, reaching down to mid-thigh; concealing the shortsword that hung loosely at his hip. A thick hood was pulled over his head casting a shadow down his face. To the untrained eye, Rafe may have looked like a simple commoner - or even a beggar. Behind him in the cart, concealed from most viewpoints, was an oak carved bow partially hidden amongst the hay. Beside it sat a quiver of arrows. Two arrows lay out of the quiver, the heads and shafts laquered black by a sleek covering of pitch.

He wasn't planning to use it. Well, he had decided that he may use it; if the potential presented itself. All he would have to do is find a safe place, perhaps the tailor's behind him, light the pitch and fire the arrow. With a bit of luck, the wooden stage would light. If the flames did not engulf the King they would at least ruffle his feathers a little. Even the thought brought a small smile of satisfaction to his face. Then he forced himself to scan the guards once more. Several surrounded the King, aswell as a multitude of crossbowmen leering from the arrowslits set high in the walls of the Great Keep. Rafe knew aswell as any, attempted assassination would mean death. That was not a risk he was willing to take today.

Instead, Rafe folded his arms over his chest, maintaining his relaxed position. The only sign of irritation he showed was the habitual tensing of his jaw muscle. His cape ruffled slightly, momentarily exposing the hilt of his shortsword and the rising pheonix stitched onto the breast of his tunic; however he pulled it back into place. Rafe was not concerned, no-one was looking at him. By now, silence had fallen and all eyes were on the face of the usurper.

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Devon Gromgor
Male
24
Legion Guard
Human

Devon stood faithfully with the other Legion guards, glaring at the assembled crowd. The Highbornes were all pathetic, as always, and they made him sick. Why the King always wanted them to be around for his address was beyond him. Why keep the hoi polloi informed when they really didn't matter? It was all beyond Devon. He just knew that he was a guard and that his duty was to the King.

He stood at attention, eyes trained on potential trouble-makers. He was up with the other archers. His bow was ready, an arrow in his hand in case of an emergency. He was a good marksman, one of His Majesty's best in his opinion. As the King began speaking, Devon kept one ear turned on him and one turned on the crowd around him.

Jax
Male
24
Highborne Fighter
Dyre Wolf

Jax stood at the back of the crowd, his ears swivelling forward to hear what the 'King' had to say. He honestly didn't think that his words were worth the dirt he was standing on, but he paid them mind all the same. Perhaps he would actually say something useful, just for once in his life? He doubted it, letting a chuckle escape his muzzle. The sudden clang of metal brought him to attention. He stood up a bit taller to see over the crowds. The guards were all trying to be intimidating, and it wasn't really working.

As the King spoke, Jax chuckled again. He didn't speak loudly enough for any guards to hear, but it was above a whisper. "Oh, really? Are you stupid? Times have been tough because of you, you worthless human," he sneered. He let out a quiet growl, but continued to listen to the speech.

Lunaris
Female
Young adult
Other
Frost Dragon

The people of every faction were down below in the plaza, gathering to his usual speech. Lunaris chose to fly in lazy circles above. She was low enough to hear, but high enough to not be a nuisance, at least in her opinion. "You worthless creatures, all enraptured by his speech. He is a worthless person as well, taking up space and ruining our lives. He does not appreciate those that deserve respect, he hunts down whom he fears. You will not last long, 'king', I can assure you." Her wings propelled her in circles. She wanted to just blast him with a frost beam right then and there, but innocent people would get hurt. She had nothing against killing, but only those that truly deserved it.

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Name:

Only she knows it, and she is not willing to share it.

Nickname:

People usually call her Bones.

Age:

Don't tell anyone, but she's 22.

Gender:

She is a female.

Appearance(Bladed):

She dresses in a black cloak that trails behind her and a black dress. She also wears a belt for keeping valuables. She has long, straight black hair and always has at least a dozen throwing knives on her.
Personality: She is a generally cocky and uncaring person. She is known for her dark and mysterious ways. She sees everyone as a game to play and what the winnings could be. She is clever and a great con artist, but she can never really connect with people. And it kind of bothers her. Her clawed version is a black panther.

Race:

Dyre



Faction:

She is an Other. She never really could belong anywhere else.

Magic:

Blood... Don't ask her how she got it. You don't want to know.

Allegiance:

It depends on who's winning... She tries to make allies on the inside of both, so when things get nasty, she can pass freely to either.

Emu or llama

@...Jesus Freak... Very sorry that I missed this, but this is not accepted, yet. You forgot to put the history and personality. Once you get those down, I may accept you. Thank you! ^.^

[Just B E .]

Name:

Only she knows it, and she is not willing to share it.

Nickname:

People usually call her Bones.

Age:

Don't tell anyone, but she's 22.

Gender:

She is a female.

Appearance(Bladed):

She dresses in a black cloak that trails behind her and a black dress. She also wears a belt for keeping valuables. She has long, straight black hair and always has at least a dozen throwing knives on her.
Personality: She is a generally cocky and uncaring person. She is known for her dark and mysterious ways. She sees everyone as a game to play and what the winnings could be. She is clever and a great con artist, but she can never really connect with people. And it kind of bothers her. Her clawed version is a black panther.

Personality:

Bones is a rather unfriendly person, unless she's on a job. She doesn't like to express her feelings or talk about her personal traits. She doesn't really like crowds and prefers to not be seen at all by hiding in the shadows. She likes a good challenge and will do what you ask, for a price. She is uncaring and cold sometimes because some wounds in her past may never heal. If she makes a friend, not a fearful ally, she is very protective of them. She likes to have things in common with people, but most of the time, she doesn't. She fears death, so she will do some crazy things to survive.

Race:

Dyre



Faction:

She is an Other. She never really could belong anywhere else.

Magic:

Blood... Don't ask her how she got it. You don't want to know.

Allegiance:

It depends on who's winning... She tries to make allies on the inside of both, so when things get nasty, she can pass freely to either.

History:

Bones never knew her parents. Her parents abandoned her and her brother, Derek, in the desert. Her brother was fifteen and she was ten. Derek tried his best to keep them alive, but they were barely making it. At the age of around fourteen, Bones helped by stealing food and occasionally pick pocketing in the markets. She made a lot of enemies. When Bones turned seventeen, her brother became ill.
This made the need for more money and food. So Bones became a mercenary. She would steal, or beat up people for the right amount of money.

One of her old enemies saw this as an opportunity. They kidnapped her brother and made the ransom a soul shard with at least one soul in it. She bought one and killed for a soul and gave it to the kidnappers, but when they gave her brother back, he was dead. In a rage, Bones found the kidnappers, stole the soul shard, and killed them, adding to the power in the soul shard. She continued her mercenary work to present day.

Emu or llama

@...Jesus Freak... Very sorry that I missed this, but this is not accepted, yet. You forgot to put the history and personality. Once you get those down, I may accept you. Thank you! ^.^

It is edited, sorry I'm so difficult. ))

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@...Jesus Freak... Now your accepted, just make sure that each post is at least a paragraph. ^.^

[CuriousInterruption]

Lock
Male
Dyre
Caller

Lock had been woken up today by the loud, incessant and unbearable giggling of some children who insisted on playing right outside of his window, it probably wouldn't have been that bad if he hadn't been chasing a squirrel the night before and ran straight into a fence post he didn't see, yeah, this splitting headache wasn't going to be the best conversation starter. He'd managed to scrape himself out of bed, and hurry along the over-crowded and bustling village streets before entering the main city and then continuing along the plaza. Being this far into town wasn't something he performed often, he wasn't able to hide and being this exposed wasn't something he enjoyed. The plaza was packed so full that he was unable to get inside the huge archway entrance but his hearing was impeccable, another factor to his awful headache, but it also made standing at the back less of an inconvenience. As Lock stood amongst the others he could see clearly over the crowd being so tall had this advantage...but it was also contributing to his inability to blend in and even though he could smell other dyres he couldn't see any and every village dwelling human around him was staring at him, his fur bristled and he took a deep breath before repeating 'Don't kill anyone, don't kill anyone, don't kill anyone' to himself.

Ty
Male
Dragon
Caller

Tynex had heard the commotion that can only be caused by a large gathering when he was hunting a rat which had darted inside someone's barn. As he raised his head he tilted it slightly to hear better, in doing so he got a pretty good idea of just how many people would be gathering...a lot. A bubble of annoyance burst within him releasing it's potent contents, his tail flickered and his eyes narrowed as he returned to looking down the gap where the rat had disappeared and hissed "Today is your lucky day rat...but tomorrow is not." he planned to return to this place and pick up where he left off, but right now he ran outside, and flew towards the plaza. Upon arrival he noticed that there were a lot of guards...and a lot of weapons before landing on top of one of the lower walls and listening.

Shae
Female
Human
Highborne

The guards were easy to get past, a breeze...almost literally, Shae was running late, but she wanted a good spot, all the hustle and bustle meant being close to...ugh, people, so instead she'd planned on arriving extra early, however the forest had different plans and kept throwing opportunities to hunt in her face, which she accepted of course but she wasn't as good at tracking as she liked to think and she didn't gather anything. As a result of this she was now extremely behind schedule and extremely blocked out. As Shae looked around for any kind of way through she couldn't held but place her left hand tentatively on the small knife she kept on the belt around her waist, there was a huge wolfish man who made her uneasy, she shuddered and took a few steps back. In doing so she spotted a small entrance which had one guard posted at it "Easy" she smiled to herself as the word escaped her lips.
Striding over to the guard she let her long auburn hair flick to one side before smiling as innocently as a small child, fiddling her fingers and circling her foot in the dirt. Without so much as a reason for even being there the poor guard let her in and Shae found herself in a much less crowded area, near the front with people that didn't smell like manure and wet dog.

Alice
Female
Dyre
Other

The atmosphere felt tight as Alice flew over the plaza, she glanced down and tried to see anyone who she might recognise. This was more of a gesture of wishful thinking than an actual action which would generate even a flicker of a result. Alice didn't know anyone and nobody knew Alice but she always searched a crowd if she flew over head, the same as she always checked a wagon or field if there were people inside it, even receiving a smile made her feel like the world wasn't quite as lonely as she felt it was. The little bird settled herself on a tree which was just outside of the walls, she felt like she needed to witness what was about to happen here even though she'd never even passed through this town before.

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____Faction: The Legion
____Rank: The King
____Race: Human
____Shards: 0

As King Joseph carried on with the speech, the crowd became progressively more restless. Sweat began to gather on his forehead as he slowly became more frustrated as time went on.
"Times are rough, and I know many of you aren't pleased with the recent raids" he began, "But I assure you, they are for the best. It is the clans which drive us to such extremes!" he shouted, trying to get the crowd rallied in his favor, but this just made them more restless. The king grit his teeth as he held back a temper which he so desperately wanted to unleash upon the crowd. With the amount of arms backing behind him, he knew that he could disperse the crowd in a heartbeat. But such actions would come back to bite him, and he knew it.
The darkness of the night sky was beginning to set in, he knew he had to end the speech soon, but leaving a furious crowd behind was the last thing he wanted to do. "I promise that all our actions are..." he began to say before he was interrupted by the yell of the angry crowd. "The actions of the city guard are for your..." he began again before being interrupted once more. His royal guards moved into a tighter formation, ready to defend the king in the event of a riot. "THEY ARE FOR YOUR OWN PROTECTION!" he yelled furiously, his face red with rage. That is when the gunshot went off; and one of his spear men up front went down with a bullet wound to the neck.

____Faction: Other
____Race: Male Dyre Lion
____Shards: 0

Kivuli studied the piece of weaponry he found on the young soldier. With one look he recognized it instantly, it was a gunpowder weapon the humans called, a pistol. The craftsmanship of the weapon intrigued Kivuli, small enough to hide away under a belt, yet powerful enough to penetrate the thickest of armors. He spun it around in his hand a bit and got a feel for its weight. He considered pocketing the thing for future use, but he didn't feel like it was his style; a shadow doesn't sound like thunder. But for what Kivuli was planning on doing next, that is just what he needed, thunder.
He took a step onto the windowsill and studied the crowd; he liked what he saw. The crowd was on the verge of a riot, and the guards were undoubtedly growing tired of holding back. Lifting up the gun towards a guard in the front lines, Kivuli closed his eyes as he cocked the pistol. "For Starfall" he said, undoubtedly smiling under his metal mask; and then he unleashed thunder.
The guards, startled by the death of one of their comrades, began to fight the crowd back. Their spears lashed out, impaling and cutting down many civilians in the front. The royal guard formed a defensive shield around the king and his family, protecting them behind steel and flesh.
What happened next was pure chaos. Guards on the wall began firing down into the crowd as some in the crowd began to lash out in rage. Stones flew and blood was spilled on both sides, though casualties were much higher from the commonwealths.
Kivuli watched the unfolding chaos as his soul shard glowed it's blood red glow. Dropping the gun, Kivuli brought his hands around near his chest in a strange formation as some of the energy was drawn from the shard. Blood red mist began to swirl and glow around his hands as he waited for his moment.
The skies above began to glow brightly, as if a gust of wind began to breath life into scattered embers.

[Dark.]

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Rᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ Sɴᴏᴡ
Kɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Hɪɢʜʙᴏʀɴᴇ
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Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: Rafe
Aɢᴇ: 29
Fᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: Highborne
Rᴀᴄᴇ: Human

Rafe watched through narrowed eyes trying to hide his contempt as the King trawled through his speech. If there was anything worth listening to, the King was definitely withholding it. Rafe looked around; the only good thing he had been able to judge from today was exactly how high the tension was between the small folk and their ruler. He found that to work in his favor.

Then chaos erupted.

Rafe watched the guard fall to the floor before he had actually registered the bang that now echoed around the walls of the plaza. It soon became drowned by a cacophony of miserable screams, ringing steel and yells of anger. Rafe would have to be an idiot to not place the sound however; he was stood virtually below it. He cast a glance up, to the seemingly quite second floor room of the tailors. He frowned in irritation. He tried to get the word out to all the Highborne that no assassinations were to happen today; there were too many innocents involved. For all he knew, it could be a lone mercenary, acting on his own hatred. Rafe fought the urge to go and confront the mystery gunman. Instead he turned back to the carnage.

His mouth dropped in horror. Blood and gore bathed the first few yards of mud. Corpses of the civilians lay still as guards plowed over them. Innocents tried to escape but were being cut down; if not by swords then by arrows - or the alien bangs of gunpowder. Rafe had to help. His hand grabbed his cape, ripping it off and throwing it into the dirt. He leaned over the side of the wooden cart, and dislodged his bow and arrows from their hiding place; fastening them securely to the newly-exposed leather sashes that crossed over his back.

Then he turned, and charged. Rafe weaved in between the stampeding citizens, each man running for his life in what had become a desperate free for all. He ground his teeth as he ran. This chaos was bound to be blamed on the shoulders of the Highborne. Rafe wasn't trying to be a hero and kill the King, he was giving the civilians a chance to escape.

He drew his shortsword a heartbeat before he came to blows with the nearest foot soldier. As steel bit into steel, he chanced down with his left hand, threading a dirk from his belt. Rafe stepped back, deflecting a savage upper cut before seeking his opportunity and flicking the dirk. It found its mark and lodged in the tender flesh of the guards lower leg. The opponent staggered, as his leg gave way. Rafe timed it perfectly, stabbing a viscious downwards thrust into the flesh between the mans helm and his gorget. Blood spurted as he withdrew his blade from the dead man.

Rafe's blade was still dripping when he sidestepped. Darting between a menacing footsoldier and a civilian women, he parried his opponents blow. He was aware of other people beginning to fight back around him. Some were only civilians. Fools, he thought. They would be cut down for their gallantry. He was disciplined at fighting and could adeptly hold his own. They were not.

He made sure to keep one eye of the crossbowmen and riflemen in the Keep. Amongst the masses, a clean target was hard and he tried to keep it that way. A glint of metal caught his eye from the nearest window. Without thinking he lunged, grabbing the man he had been fighting in a rough tackle and spinning the guard in front of him. Surprise showed on the man's face, though that was erased quickly as the crossbow bolt protruded from his back. Discarding his human body shield, Rafe lunged aggressively at the next target. He didn't care which one. By now he was drenched in blood; he was in the heat of the battle and his thoughts were clouded by bloodlust.

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Name: Apphia Red Thatcher
Nickname: Red
Gender: Female
Race: Dyre (Cheetah)
Faction: None
Age: 26
Crush: Open
Mood: Confused
Doing: Battling for her life
Form

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Leaning against the wall, listening to the king's non-sense, she just blew her curly bangs from her face and just grumbled with boredom. Glancing around the piles of guards that stood among the walls and grounds, Apphia just drooped her head, ready to just leave. Exhaustion was starting to get to her since she spent the last two days searching for her target.Closing her eyes slowly, she just heard muffled voices and sudden jerked her head up, not wanting to doze off to sleep. The kings speech kept pausing, probably because he was trying to think words to get the people on his side, but she just chuckled a bit. It was funny to see the king humiliated in front of his own kingdom. Coughing to the silence of the plaza, she just rubbed her neck with a soar look and just had her left hand gripped onto one of the handles of her dual blades that were hidden behind her shoulder cape.

Minutes passed and suddenly she stood up straight as the screams of people started to corrupt her sensible ears and she just covers them with pain. " Bloody h***!" She yells, wondering what was going on. Seeing as the guards suddenly started to fight through the hoards of people and men falling from above, she just grunted and started running as well. Obviously the guards were shut down and she couldn't just roam out of the exit. As the sound of thunder suddenly came, she just started to jump, roll, and dodge the best way she could. Bullets passed all around her, but she suddenly ran behind
the corner of a wall, protected for a minute at least. Taking a deep breath, she suddenly heard pacing footsteps come and Apphia just hissed and ran out of her corner, grabbing a guard with a spear. As the spear was pointing at her stomach, she suddenly leaped, her foot snapping the weak stick and crashes onto the guard, her fists bashing against the guard's face. One last hit finally knocked him out and the female dyre suddenly grabbed the broken spear with the blade and suddenly twisted, the spear stabbing into the stomach of another guard.

Bullets started passing around her body and she just hissed, her claws ready to thrash human skin. Running towards the wall to escape, Apphia suddenly leaped and her small fingers gripped inside the cracks of the stone wall. Climbing up, she glanced towards guards and suddenly dropped down as a bullet went right above her head. Apparently climbing the wall won't work and needed to find another way out. Maybe finding her target first would be nice, than finding a way to escape. Running towards the crowds of people that were shoving to escape, she just grunted and shoved them off. Seeing the target hiding among the crowd, she just smirked and walked right behind him, her hidden blade stabbing right into the back. As his body fell, she just shrugged," That was easy." Hearing more guards come, she just groaned and ran off, grabbing her dual blade swords.

The swords flipped through her fingers and she just leaped, her swords slashing against the guards. Leaping off of one guards shoulder, Apphia just gripped the wall again and started to climb up. Good news was that the long ranged guards were too busy with other stuff that they weren't aiming at her, yet. Almost to the top, suddenly a barrel of a rifle pointed towards her. Grunting, she suddenly grabbed the barrel and just threw the man off with ease and got to the top. Getting to her feet, she just suddenly grabbed one guard from behind and kicked him off. As his screams echoed along with others, she just watched as people fought along side, or ran for their lives. Turning her head towards the sound of thunder of the weapons, she just ran towards them and suddenly dropped to the floor and rolled as the rifles fired right above her. Sliding underneath the men, she suddenly kicked one off the wall and grabbed the other by the throat and slits it with one of her daggers. The body dropped to the floor and she just grabbed the rifle and aimed towards the other long ranged guards and took a deep breath. Pulling the trigger, the bullet flew out of the barrel with power and hit a guard right through the stomach and she just laughed. " Not bad for a beginner." She says, knowing she's only used these weapons once.

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Name: Chase Ujj Forest
Nickname: Ujj
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Faction:The Legion
Age: 24
Crush: Open
Mood: Surprised
Doing: Guarding the king
Form

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Standing among the wall, his rifle aimed towards people that were closer to the king, he just mumbled again. The king was starting to talk strange things and yet has not satisfied his people. Lowering his weapon, he just watched as the people protested against him and he just rolled his eyes. Seems like nothing was going on for now, though Ujj knew something always happens when the king is involved. Each person had their own lives, but each also had something that he didn't like. Gripping the gun tightly, he just blinked, his eyes watering with exhaustion and dryness. He suddenly heard screaming of a few people and he just looked towards them with confusion. Looking towards the others that stood by him, their faces also confused, he just gritted his teeth and aimed his rifle again.


Suddenly he heard more screams and men starts to back the people up. Understanding what was going on now, he suddenly glared towards the other side, seeing a stranger fighting off the guards. He didn't appreciate killing innocent people, so he never fired his rifle to the screaming civilians. Running along the wall, he suddenly aimed his rifle towards those who battled against the guards and just took deep breaths each fire. Though it took about 15 seconds to reload each fire. Seeing one that was apparently skilled with weaponry, he just aimed towards the figure. Seeing that it was a dyre, Ujj suddenly fired, but the corner of the wall protected the stranger and he missed. Forgetting about the dyre, he ran off to help the others. As he got closer to the man that started the whole mess, he suddenly slid to a stop as strange red lighting started surrounding him. Backing up just aimed his rifle towards Kivuli, breathing hard and sweat running down his forehead. Before pulling the trigger, he suddenly thought about his sister and gasped. " Oh no.." He says, his eyes wide and staring towards the crowds of frightened people. His heart pumped as he worried more that his sister may be dead and he yells for her. " Ariel!"

Getting towards the lower floors, he shoved his way through the civilians and searching for his young sister. Holding in tears, he just kept yelling for her, hopefully she would be able to her him. Suddenly a blade came right across his face, scarring his cheek deeply. Yelling with pain, he suddenly grabbed his two-handed sword and fought back. Time was being taken away and he just blocked the enemies blade and kicked the man towards the floor and ran off.