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    Fallen Joy reacted to Raptor in Witching Hour, The Return [Dark Forest]   
    Her throat burns with frustration, the white serpent coiled about her neck hisses her displeasure and discomfort into the air as Martis seeks to amuse himself by confounding their senses. As Natasha states, he seems very kin to a sneaking rat trying to avoid the inevitable trap. Her gaze closes as a deep breath exhales from her lungs as he seems to vanish from their senses. His undead status, however, does not cloak him entirely, as Alexandria can still sense him in the River.
    Despite these tricks, his mention of Luna brings pause and the witch opens a single hue to peer at Natasha, taking note as the she-orc settles her bloodlust long enough to give the witch a moment to consider the options. It could be a ploy, designed by the forest just for them. If Luna has traversed these woods, there is no doubt that it would know of her intent and potentially use it against them. Or, the creature was telling the truth and Luna had left them behind to find someone more suited to her means…or perhaps…expendable.
    Alexandria scowls, her brow furrowing as she contemplates the weight of the creatures words before Kamal hisses from beneath her hair.
    “Speak of what you know of Luna, and know that we will know all lies.” He hisses, demanding answers from the would-be enigma that was MArtis.
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    Fallen Joy reacted to Eternity in Mount Ariadne   
    “You may come inside.” Awaiting her to step through the door, Namiko fought the urge to look back towards the bed she had called home for three days. With seventy-two hours of rest under her belt, Namiko still felt like she was run over by a herd of elephants. Looking back towards the hound that softly whined with the motion of being told to stay, she closed the door behind the Matriarch as she cleared the threshold. 
    The details of her living quarters were lost to her sister, but not the state of her arcane energy. Namiko was still pretty weak from the fight in Dougton, she had exerted her body in ways she hadn’t done in many years if at all. 
    With mention of how long she had been asleep, she turned, dropping her hand from the soft wood of the door. “Ah yes, well.” Clearing the space between the door and a small vanity made of natural wood, Namiko sat in the small stool of grey wood, the white cushion greeting her rear as she sat. Looking at herself in the oval shaped mirror wrapped in the same natural grey wood, reaching out to adjust it to allow her to see her vision much clearer. “I feel tired, which means I’ve surpassed the exhaustion state I was in..” 
    Looking at her messy hair in her reflection, her fingers moved to work out the long tangles. Moving her fingers from one side to another, she sighed, dropping her hands to rest in her covered lap. Turning from her vision in the mirror, she watched her sister as she continued to speak. “I am grateful for the space for my animals, I know they would greatly appreciate the space. “ The mention of dragons had piqued her interest, although she was kind of aware of their energies when she arrived shortly after the battle. 
    “What can I do to help?” Turning back for the brush that sat untouched on her vanity top, she started to pull it through her long black mess of hair. Each untangled lock fell far below her waist, each brushing against the blue rug that covered the crafted wood floors. Knowing she couldn’t be much help in her nightgown, Namiko moved around her sister to retrieve clothing she would soon dress in behind a screen in the corner of her room. It was a tedious motion for her to dress, her fingers ached with each motion of tying and clasping her robes into place. Even pulling her hair into a thick braid that fell down her back gave away to the raw nerve endings of her body put under the pressure of releasing such raw arcane magic. 
    All the while she moved and dressed, Namiko continued to speak with her sister. “I can’t say I really have much experience with dragons, but I am willing to try where I can to help.” Exiting from behind the dressing screen, she met the hazy gaze of her blind sister. Namiko’s energies grew with the motion of some sort of normalcy, giving a bright aura around the coven sister. 
     
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    Fallen Joy got a reaction from Eternity in Mount Ariadne   
    “I am here…”
    Her voice, soft and delicate, oscillated with the faintest whispers of fatigue. If the Matriarch had been blessed with sight, she would have imagined the gentle tears of cherry blossoms after the calm of a storm. So withstanding and resilient to the torrid slaps of wind and water, but then taken by a breeze that comes and drags its worn pedals to the ground. The Matriarch, feeling like the breeze, curls her fingers into a tight fist and half turns her body from the door. She’d be sated to just leave the doorstep empty, every ounce of her desired it, but thoughts of the dragon terrorizing her home nailed her to the spot. Why did Luna keep such a time bomb so close?
    For the first time, she was very frustrated with their leader.
    So instead she lingers there with a deep frown creasing her face until Namiko opens the door.
    She heard the door creep open and canted up, searching through her fatigued and darkened vision for the glimmering threads of her sister’s arcane energy. Seeing the dim flicker twisted the guilty knife in her heart a tad more. She signed blatantly, but then offered a soft carmine smile. The seductively eloquent waterfall of thin fabric upon Namiko’s curvaceous silhouette, while as mesmerizing as galaxies draped around a goddess, was lost in Matriarch’s blindness.
    “Greetings my sister,” she said gently and pleasantly. “May I step inside?”
    The hound at her ankle whined slightly when her snowy hand heeled it to the spot before the witch stepped into the room with Namiko’s permission.
    “You’ve been asleep for three days.” She said, turning her head around the room despite not seeing the detail. “How do you feel?”
    Half knowing the answer, she only asked perhaps in hope to soften her own self inflicted blows.
    “I hope you’ve settled well here. Luna is working on a pasture in the newly green  outfields for your farm animals. I think the horses would prefer the greater roaming space. We just need to make sure the dragons know they are not to be eaten.”
    She chuckled lightly and uncomfortably, rubbing a hand through her long strands. She was stalling.
    “Speaking of…” she sighed again. “Speaking of dragons. There is…something I need to ask of you, sister. I know you’re still resting but I cannot locate our other sisters at the time and…It is  of great importance. You’re all I can ask for help.”
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    Fallen Joy got a reaction from Etched In Stone in Witching Hour, The Return [Dark Forest]   
    Her claws kneaded at the air in anticipation, drool pooling on the inside of her bottom lip. She lapped at her tusks, tightened her thighs, and allowed her pupils to dilate over the sight of Alexandria curling her fingers away into a fist. She felt the invisible chains of obedience loosen, her body washed clean of burden. All that was left was the exhilarated aggression purring within her like a gleeful monster. The oscillations filled her with heat, perhaps the purr was her racing heart. The moment witch’s golden armor clinked on the edge of her own body, she set Natasha off like a gunshot on a track field. She rushed towards that bush, no longer bothering to lap at the ravenous salivation glimmering around the bases of her tusk. 
    But then the vampire pulled a move straight from the book of Houdini and vanished from the spot as quick as a candle flame to the breath. The orc was inept in the manners of the arcane but she had been around it long enough to recognize hoodoo when she saw it. She stopped short of the bush, pissed.
    “Scurrying rat,” she snarled, rubbing her forearm against her wet lips and standing straight. Her crimson eyes darted through the darkness and her nostrils flared with deep breaths, but the undead critter seemed to used his magic to also hide both his scent and sound along with sight. She popped her neck muscles with vexation, veins building so heavily that they seemed on the brink of bursting. How she hated cowards.
    "Such trivial things hold little value. Not unless, we're both searching for the same clue. I'm here on the behalf of a witch named Luna. My name and such is rather irrelevant."
    Natasha gradually closed her eyes, exhaled, and then opened them again.
    “Fuck.” She muttered.
    The moment the vampire said Luna’s name, she knew Alexandria would potentially be a lot more interested in talking. Worst case scenario, the orc would have to tolerate the vampire’s presence significantly longer. Even rely on him to find Luna.
    “Fuck.” She said again.
    Keeping aware of her surroundings, she took her place beside Alexandria. This was no longer her game. Alexandria would take lead. Natasha supposed that was fine. She hated the game of cat and mouse anyways.
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    Fallen Joy got a reaction from Raptor in Witching Hour, The Return [Dark Forest]   
    Her claws kneaded at the air in anticipation, drool pooling on the inside of her bottom lip. She lapped at her tusks, tightened her thighs, and allowed her pupils to dilate over the sight of Alexandria curling her fingers away into a fist. She felt the invisible chains of obedience loosen, her body washed clean of burden. All that was left was the exhilarated aggression purring within her like a gleeful monster. The oscillations filled her with heat, perhaps the purr was her racing heart. The moment witch’s golden armor clinked on the edge of her own body, she set Natasha off like a gunshot on a track field. She rushed towards that bush, no longer bothering to lap at the ravenous salivation glimmering around the bases of her tusk. 
    But then the vampire pulled a move straight from the book of Houdini and vanished from the spot as quick as a candle flame to the breath. The orc was inept in the manners of the arcane but she had been around it long enough to recognize hoodoo when she saw it. She stopped short of the bush, pissed.
    “Scurrying rat,” she snarled, rubbing her forearm against her wet lips and standing straight. Her crimson eyes darted through the darkness and her nostrils flared with deep breaths, but the undead critter seemed to used his magic to also hide both his scent and sound along with sight. She popped her neck muscles with vexation, veins building so heavily that they seemed on the brink of bursting. How she hated cowards.
    "Such trivial things hold little value. Not unless, we're both searching for the same clue. I'm here on the behalf of a witch named Luna. My name and such is rather irrelevant."
    Natasha gradually closed her eyes, exhaled, and then opened them again.
    “Fuck.” She muttered.
    The moment the vampire said Luna’s name, she knew Alexandria would potentially be a lot more interested in talking. Worst case scenario, the orc would have to tolerate the vampire’s presence significantly longer. Even rely on him to find Luna.
    “Fuck.” She said again.
    Keeping aware of her surroundings, she took her place beside Alexandria. This was no longer her game. Alexandria would take lead. Natasha supposed that was fine. She hated the game of cat and mouse anyways.
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    Fallen Joy reacted to supernal in Requesting archival character sheet   
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    Fallen Joy reacted to Tyveres in Dancing Through Deserts (Part 2)   
    A new day came and the two travelers arose, dressed and left the room. They bid their goodbyes to the sea Captain, though Ty merely gave a soft nod of his head and not so much as a whisper. He wondered if that old ship would manage to make it back to Genesaris in one piece. It's a wonder they made it here to begin with, but the thought was purged from mind as what was more important was the two travelers next journey through the snowy mountains to get the Princess back home.
    The necessary supplies were purchased and they found themselves at a nearby stable with beasts the likes that Ty had never seen before. They did not fancy his taste in riding animal. It wasn't a surprise that his companion managed to find one she got along with. She had her way of working with creatures of this world. His attention was then grabbed by the young stable girl.
    "You're the bloke with the money, I reckon. Fancy some bucks to take ye through the mountain? All the travelers that land in this cold do. I have a couple that'll take you through the mountains for ten pieces of gold. We have another village on the other side of the mountain near the Wastelands.  Ya'll need to return them there. These ain't cheap to tame, and are the best you can ask for in those mountains. They'll keep ya from getting lost and protect ya too. They won't trek into the Wastelands so dun bother tryna steal them."
    Ty groaned. 10 gold was far more than he'd normally pay for a horse. Seeing none that he could exchange instead, he paid the dues, the last of their funds.
    As Cecilia made nice with her steed, Rye, Ty was given the steed, Dhin, a male ronekee slightly bigger than Rye. Their supplies were tied to the backs of the beasts along with feed for the winter bred beasts. The Princess eagerly straddled Rye while Ty confronted his own face to face. There seemed to be a mutual disapproval between them. Dhin even made it difficult for Ty to hop on his back with slight shakes that shifted the harness that made it hard to get a good grip.
    "Now Dhin, be nice to the man. You'll get to see Ivelle back at the other town." Sara intervened seeing the warrior having a rough go at it. She couldn't help giggling at the sight because she knew how difficult Dhin could be.
    The beast seemed to understand what was at stake if he listened and stood still long enough for Tyveres to climb on to his back and settle in by grabbing the reins. The harness was a bit wider than he preferred since the ronekee was wider than a horse and because of this it felt uncomfortable for Ty having his adductor longus stretched a little more than usual. It was nothing that he couldn't handle over time, just a pain he'll have to endure in the interim. A soft groan slipped out again as he softly kicked Dhin with his heel to get him moving.
    Aqua hues glanced over to Cecilia and noticed that Kimi at also found her way onto the back of Rye and rode on top of her supply bag. It was still odd how she gravitated toward the white coat which seemed almost similar in color to that of the ronekee she rode. "We should try to get as far as we can before nightfall. The next town is at least four days away." Ty had studied the map and charted out a few possible routes to take through the mountains. They continued on through the snowy fields with the steeds pacing themselves for the long haul.
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    Fallen Joy got a reaction from Tyveres in Dancing Through Deserts (Part 2)   
    The princess, allured by the thousand warm droplets kissing her body and ears seduced by the serenade of rain between rivulets of water, didn't notice Tyveres' departure. Nor is she aware of his temporary absence when she exits the bathroom. Upon the bed, she absently-minding continues to hum a gentle tune, caressing her soft cheeks with the microfibers of the damp towel. Her sapphire hues glide under the length of her ebony lashes. As her melodic voice waves through the air, she does not notice how the cadence of Kimi's purr synchronizes with the tune. White tendrils of the fur waver and dance like a savanna swimming to life in the zephyr, beyond her knowledge. Serenity encumbers her body, burdens melting away like ice in the breath of spring. The damp towel slips from the sudden fragile grasp of her fingers, and she is more content caressing the bend of her neck and collarbone with her nude fingers. 
     
    The towel upon her body loosens, descends like a fallen curtain to rest on the crest of her breasts, clinging barely to the subtle friction of the droplets. It serves to conceal her modesty as her body lays to its side in the bed. A lone finger still manages to stroke the sensitive tuffs of fur between Kimi's whiskers, and as the kit swoons her touch, a smoothing sensation spreads across her own cheeks like the brush of silk. She cannot describe this plush of pleasure embracing her body, but it is a lullaby to her thoughts. Soon she slumbers in the bed, body curled around the wolf coat, and Kimi nestled in the space between her folded thighs and descending breasts.
     
    As Tyveres picks her petite body up, her fingers unconsciously cling to the coat for a brief moment for releasing it. She moans quietly as her mind dances between dreams and reality, fingers touching the wet skin of his exposed chest and lips resting upon the tightened skin. She slips into his positioning of her body like a vulnerable and delicate doll underneath the blankets. Her towel, lightly knotted against her axilla, manages to stay on her body.
     
    "I will keep you safe," he whispers. Her eyes flutter open for a half moment, cheeks flushing with soft pedals of crimson. Even in sleep, the woman's heart flutters into a brief race at the gentle tone of his voice.
     
    . . . . 
    "Take care, lass," The captain whispers into the raven locks of the princess. She hugs him close, fighting the tears in her eyes. Cecilia did not know the captain long, but he saved her life and made her feel as secure as any daughter in a father's arms. "Remember all that I told, ye."
    "I will. Thank you for everything." 
    The princess insisted on seeing him off on the docks.  She stood there in the crisp morning with her coat, watching as he sailed past the drifting ice. Meanwhile, Tyveres gathered supplies for the journey ahead of them. When he went to get the horses, she traveled with him. To her absolute delight, the "horses" the villages utilized weren't horses at all.
    They resembled reindeer, covered head to toe with thick silvery fur, and adorning branching ivory horns. They were built as beasts of burden, bulked with muscle easily capable of supporting a person and gear. Cecilia's eyes were brightened with wonder at their mystical grace, dense mist flowing from their nostrils as they nibbled at the piles of golden hay. She approached one of the stalls, leaning over the gate for a closer look. The creature lifted its head from the feed and approached the princess, eyes wide with an innocent obsidian gaze. It exhaled long into her face, brushing back her bangs and making her giggle. She placed her hand upon its great muzzle and ran it long to his forehead.
    "They're native animals to the mountains," said a young stable girl, watching the princess' interaction from a corner in the stable. She was no older than sixteen, freckled across the nose with fiery red hair. She stood as high as Cecilia's shoulders. "We call them ronekee. This one seems to really like you. His name is Kye. I'm Sara. I work these stables with my gramps." 
    Sara handed Cecilia some oats to feed Rye before addressing Tyveres.
    "You're the bloke with the money, I reckon. Fancy some bucks to take ye through the mountain? All the travelers that land in this cold do. I have a couple that'll take you through the mountains for ten pieces of gold. We have another village on the other side of the mountain near the Wastelands.  Ya'll need to return them there. These ain't cheap to tame, and are the best you can ask for in those mountains. They'll keep ya from getting lost and protect ya too. They won't trek into the Wastelands so dun bother tryna steal them."
    The princess found Sara's spunk adorable and entertaining. She giggled softly under her hand. 
    "We understand. Thank you for lending your steeds to us."
    When Tyveres paid for the steeds, Cecilia took Kye out of the stable. She climbed onto its back with ease. The ronekee tossed its scruffy mane and tread back and forth on the spot before settling. Cecilia was reminded of her Sujaali; a sense of sadness spread over her. What happened to her companion after she was captured? Was he still alive and wandering across the wastelands? Perhaps her guard found him and took him home to safety. Maybe he was dead...
    She looked beyond the enormous horns, and to the mountains. They seemed so endless. The road was white from the evening fall of snow, compact into a canvas of foot and hoof prints. Her coat kept her very warm, but she could see it failing in the dark sunless nights. She leaned into the neck of Rye; he was unbelievably warm. His deep breaths comforted her, calm and unafraid of the journey. She smiled—everything would be okay. 
    "Ya'll ready?" Sara asked as she tied a sack of oats to the hindquarters of Cici and Tyveres' steeds. "This'll feed the bucks for about a week. You get them across the mountains by then."
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    Fallen Joy reacted to Casanova in [GS] E'na   
    Jasper
    E'na wasn't wrong, being divine and beyond human limitations. A destructive, chaotic goddess in physical form but, perhaps, beyond her realm of supremacy. If somehow this was the beginning of the end, why not be among the first respondents who inevitably died but died courageously? There were many strange occurrences in this world... maybe, just maybe, this could be one of those times when something crazy was going down and Jasper just so happened to be there. What if he lived? What if he turned out to be the hero? Just imagining his name echoing across the realm - Jasper Shioiji the God-slayer - the recognition alone would open a path to a bright, rich future. Did that only mean wealth? Absolutely not. Without a doubt, it was adventure time.
    Perception of E'na's fluid movements was key, Jasper's eyebrows reflexively twitching up then beginning to stretch down over his eyes as E'na's arms uncrossed and hurled sharp magic projectiles at both Jasper and Lilith without any further hesitation. Just as suddenly, a squally wind burst up from around Jasper's feet, driving his body in a tall, high arch which would land him in E'na's proximity. At his highest point and at the beginning of his decent, Jasper chucked his sword at E'na, making the blade spin rapidly and scream through the air as it progressed closer to impaling the goddess's head.
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    Fallen Joy reacted to Raptor in Witching Hour, The Return [Dark Forest]   
    Alexandria was not known to play childish games. The last time a creature tried to provide her with riddle like questions and answers, she had cut down the sphinx where it stood. She was not above doing the same to this undead creature that seemed to have a superiority complex. The witch was also hasty, evidence in her adventure to rescue the leader of their coven without backup or a plan.
    So, Martis could continue to taunt them – but would likely find himself at the end of some very pointy sticks. It was more likely that Alexandria give Natasha the go ahead to rend him useless until her bloodlust was satisfied provided nothing gave her reason to pause.
    “I do not play games, creature. State yourself or find yourself our enemy.” Alexandria says as her crimson gaze boring into the forest where she could only assume he had gone. She had not seen the initial thrust of Martis’ movement and had been unable to follow his path of direction. The forest around them held many secrets, and few of them were favorable. IF such a sane creature was able to survive in such a place as to call it home, Alexandria had hopes then, for Luna. However, calling Martis sane was a stretch until she knew the extent of his mental facilities. Perhaps he was only a wisp seeking to taunt them for pleasure or to lead them to some gruesome demise.
    As it were, Alexandria’s gaze narrowed before the hand that paused Natasha began to curl, fingers pointing back towards her palm before it dropped to her side with a clank as metal met metal. The golden witch stood as a beacon among the dark before the snake wrapped around the plait of her hair hisses.
    And with that, Natasha is given freedom once more.
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    Fallen Joy got a reaction from Etched In Stone in Witching Hour, The Return [Dark Forest]   
    The vampire's confidence in his security and stealth at the end of his escape was deadly misplaced. He assumed the orc clumsy and incapable of pursuing him. In truth, most of the Tyrvtol clan were just that; densely packed muscle salted with instinct and caramelized with asinine impulse. Natasha was in a whole other class of orc, blessed with a rivulet of intelligence that provided a deadly finesse to her brawn. It would all be paved into motion when she landed.
    Several things had to occur for the vampire to be where was, as fast as he did. Visually the vampire disappeared moments before the orc landed. Still, his abrupt acceleration had no choice but to leave his loafer imprints within the soft soil, glided mildly against the direction of his launching force. Then her locks lifted in the rapid gust of air perfumed with his minty scent. Her mind calculated the power and direction of the wind, his fading scent, and the marks before her. They all flipped through her mind like the pages of a book, whispering secrets of the future through sheer prediction. In other words, the bloodthirsty huntress knew where the vampire would be even before he landed, and didn't need  her vision. She detached her blades from the earth, which temporarily sealed her against his wind, and was immediately on his tail. 
    Natasha didn't move at such high speeds, but she wouldn't need to. The vampire managed to sprint over thirty feet in a densely tree populated forest, where the witch and the orc were literally cleaving their way through the understory. This would require him to rapidly stop and alter his direction, simply to avoid a collision. Each stop and turn left a mark, something for her to quickly and easily follow. 
     Thus by the time he finished his escape, hiding in the shrubs and blinded by his own reliance (not to mention the forest density itself) that the orc was still grounded on her spot, those crimson orbits were actually flicking like ravenous flames just beyond the next two trees over. He reminded her of a scurrying mouse fleeing an owl in the night. Oh how she wanted to plant her talons in his flesh. Martis stirred energy to taunt her mind, but Natasha was a leap away from sinking her blades into his.
    However, she was instead stagnant and unmoving. Her predatory eyes were wild and dilated, tusks grinding upon each other, and quakes of tension rolling in waves down her hard body. The reason for her stillness was Alexandria, who appeared nearby and froze her with a single motion of her hand.
     "You almost had me there, if it weren't for all the noise made. What a clumsy Orc, you are." 
     The orc stared damn near rebelliously at the witch, but her obedience could not be thwarted by her excitement to slay the vampire. She inhales deep, trapping the violence into her chest, and grinned gradually at the vampire. 
     "Weak, scavenging rodents scurry in dark and attack the blind. I prefer my prey fight, and see look in my eyes before I rip head off shoulders. You run and crouch in bushes like frightened rat." 
     Her head canted slightly to the side, her sadist grin rising. "On your word," she says to Alexandria. "I will tear out his arrogant tongue and feed it to the trees."
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    Fallen Joy got a reaction from Raptor in Witching Hour, The Return [Dark Forest]   
    The vampire's confidence in his security and stealth at the end of his escape was deadly misplaced. He assumed the orc clumsy and incapable of pursuing him. In truth, most of the Tyrvtol clan were just that; densely packed muscle salted with instinct and caramelized with asinine impulse. Natasha was in a whole other class of orc, blessed with a rivulet of intelligence that provided a deadly finesse to her brawn. It would all be paved into motion when she landed.
    Several things had to occur for the vampire to be where was, as fast as he did. Visually the vampire disappeared moments before the orc landed. Still, his abrupt acceleration had no choice but to leave his loafer imprints within the soft soil, glided mildly against the direction of his launching force. Then her locks lifted in the rapid gust of air perfumed with his minty scent. Her mind calculated the power and direction of the wind, his fading scent, and the marks before her. They all flipped through her mind like the pages of a book, whispering secrets of the future through sheer prediction. In other words, the bloodthirsty huntress knew where the vampire would be even before he landed, and didn't need  her vision. She detached her blades from the earth, which temporarily sealed her against his wind, and was immediately on his tail. 
    Natasha didn't move at such high speeds, but she wouldn't need to. The vampire managed to sprint over thirty feet in a densely tree populated forest, where the witch and the orc were literally cleaving their way through the understory. This would require him to rapidly stop and alter his direction, simply to avoid a collision. Each stop and turn left a mark, something for her to quickly and easily follow. 
     Thus by the time he finished his escape, hiding in the shrubs and blinded by his own reliance (not to mention the forest density itself) that the orc was still grounded on her spot, those crimson orbits were actually flicking like ravenous flames just beyond the next two trees over. He reminded her of a scurrying mouse fleeing an owl in the night. Oh how she wanted to plant her talons in his flesh. Martis stirred energy to taunt her mind, but Natasha was a leap away from sinking her blades into his.
    However, she was instead stagnant and unmoving. Her predatory eyes were wild and dilated, tusks grinding upon each other, and quakes of tension rolling in waves down her hard body. The reason for her stillness was Alexandria, who appeared nearby and froze her with a single motion of her hand.
     "You almost had me there, if it weren't for all the noise made. What a clumsy Orc, you are." 
     The orc stared damn near rebelliously at the witch, but her obedience could not be thwarted by her excitement to slay the vampire. She inhales deep, trapping the violence into her chest, and grinned gradually at the vampire. 
     "Weak, scavenging rodents scurry in dark and attack the blind. I prefer my prey fight, and see look in my eyes before I rip head off shoulders. You run and crouch in bushes like frightened rat." 
     Her head canted slightly to the side, her sadist grin rising. "On your word," she says to Alexandria. "I will tear out his arrogant tongue and feed it to the trees."
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    Fallen Joy reacted to Raptor in Witching Hour, The Return [Dark Forest]   
    “It is likely different for the other witches, I only know how my own works.” Alexandria explains, though she gives it no thought beyond that. Attentions must be paid elsewhere and she brings a golden gauntlet up to rub the soreness of her throat, hoping to ease the burning that has not yet ceased, but only slightly abated.
    The witch, however, was surprised when Natasha mentioned that they were being followed…how had she not noticed before? The undead, partial or not, were an area of her supposed expertise – though while her powers were not yet up to par, she had expected to at least suspect if any undead were about.
    Perhaps something of Martis’ lineage provided him protection from her senses, or perhaps Alexandria was simply too enthralled with the burning in her throat to notice. Instead her gaze found Natasha when the orc mentioned a follow, and the witch only gave the barest of nods before she found herself bereft of the she-devils presence. From there, it was a whirlwind of blades and fists. As Natasha brought forth her attack, Alexandria followed the rage-filled orc in curiosity, for she trusted Natasha to take care of whatever threat had come for them.
    Sable sword in hand, she advances upon the duo. She is surprised it is not yet another druid, one of the tree like aberrations that they had run into prior, and finds that it is a creature that looks quite whole and potentially sane.  A golden hand stretches towards Natasha, palm upwards and fingers straight in a ‘stop’ motion. Her crimson gaze narrows at Martis as Kamal slithers from beneath her plait.
    “Who are you?” The snake demands, though Alexandria’s grip ‘pon her sword tightens, preparing for no answer and only more bloodshed.
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    Fallen Joy got a reaction from Twitterpated in Witching Hour, The Return [Dark Forest]   
    Natasha listened intently to the pearl serpent as if its sibilant syntax spilled from the lips of Alexandria herself. When he finished, she placed her claws to her chin in tapping contemplation, ignoring how the blades of the gauntlet nearly sheared her locks. 
    "And here I thought," she says with a sly grin, "It was secret.
    "So… Magic is like orc anger. Must be fed or becomes explosion." 
    She empathizes this feeling well. Her vicious, barbaric temperament was a voracious beast within her core. It growled and coiled with tautness by the second, only fed by the fiery sensations of battle. If she didn't sate it, many brethren were killed or maimed from her lust alone. 
    "I understand." 
    With the action ended, the eerie silence of the Dark Forest was rekindled. Outside of their own crunch and rustle through the willowwacks, nothing shielded the noises outside their unmistakable cadence. The vampire stalker appeared stealthily unnoticed by the two at first, because they seemed to tread forward as oblivious silhouettes. Yet, unbeknownst to him, there was a whispered conversation between them.
    "It took a moment to separate the stench from the dragon corpse, but now I'm sure," the orc muttered with a dangerous undertone. "We are followed."
    Her sinews tighten firmly, an angry snarl oscillating through her lower plethoric lip. Fingers curled into crushing fists over her gauntlets, and adrenaline ignited flames began to cascade the coals of her fury. Cowards, like the fleeing druid, took the crown her vexations, but right underneath were the creepers lurking in the darkness for vulnerable opportunities. 
    While Natasha wasn't an honorable nor virtuous warrior, she had values on the commencement of battle. It should always be looking into your opponent's eyes, intrepid, and enthralled for the bloody brawl.
    "If I may…" she began, expecting Alexandria to understand her request.
    Upon Alexandria's word, something instantly changed. The witch and orc passed through a particularly obscuring and dead understory, their silhouettes curtained then revived on the other side. Except now, it was only Alexandria's that remained. 
    The thump of something heavy landing upon a nearby tree would give Martis his only warning. If he tracked the sound quick enough, he'd see the brief moment of the orc crouched upon the wailing bend of a branch just above him. Her metallic boots were planted on the wood, thighs loaded, and crimson eyes dilated into vast abysses of primal bloodlust. This demonic imagery, saturated with malevolent intent, lasted for as long as a blink before those loaded thighs sprung lose. Natasha shot down upon the vampire like a hawk from the skies. 
    His undead nature hopefully granted him the reflexes to dodge, for if he didn't, he'd be met with the she-orc's gauntlets thrust so deeply into his cranial and chest cavities that he'd tear into two gruesome pieces of undead flesh; she'd rip his head clear from his shoulders if her blades met their mark.
    The most likely result was that Martis found a way out of death's reach and Natasha's blades instead collided with the soft moist earth. She lifted her head to his new position, tension rolling in waves from her body, instantly ready to strike again. If he didn't explain himself immediately, he'd be treated like every other creature they'd encountered in this forest—a threat to be slain. And Natasha didn't ask questions.
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    A familiar voice snapped Namiko from a deep rest, her amber colored eyes moved toward the unfamiliar door. One of her arms laid resting over her abdomen, the other had been tossed to the side. Pulling herself up from the depths of her cushioned bed, she blinked. Clearing her throat carefully, she felt awfully dry. Letting out a cough, she would feel tenderness of her arms and legs creep through the nerve endings. “I am here..”
    Her voice cracked under the use, as she slid her body off onto her feet. Leaning hard against the carved bedpost, she batted away some of the sheer blue canopy that laid tied to the ends. The taxing pain of using so much energy weighed on her, as the complaints of her body were much less as loud as they had become days after the fight. 
    Namiko was dressed in a sheer gown that matched the color of the ocean, it gave away enough for the imagination to toy over in its own time. Reaching the door of her chambers, she turned the knob carved to hold the elemental sign of water. Peeking out through the crack that grew between rooms, long strands of black hair fell over her face as she stared at a very familiar face. 
    “Yes?” Namiko was in a sleepy haze, her body continued to scream for her to lay back amongst the masses of pillows. Pulling the door open wide enough to allow The Matriarch into her chambers, she would stand to the side. “You may come in..” Her words were breathlessly spoken, sleep had continued to tug from behind her lids. A great sacrifice had been made, and she was paying for it. 
     
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    Natasha listened intently to the pearl serpent as if its sibilant syntax spilled from the lips of Alexandria herself. When he finished, she placed her claws to her chin in tapping contemplation, ignoring how the blades of the gauntlet nearly sheared her locks. 
    "And here I thought," she says with a sly grin, "It was secret.
    "So… Magic is like orc anger. Must be fed or becomes explosion." 
    She empathizes this feeling well. Her vicious, barbaric temperament was a voracious beast within her core. It growled and coiled with tautness by the second, only fed by the fiery sensations of battle. If she didn't sate it, many brethren were killed or maimed from her lust alone. 
    "I understand." 
    With the action ended, the eerie silence of the Dark Forest was rekindled. Outside of their own crunch and rustle through the willowwacks, nothing shielded the noises outside their unmistakable cadence. The vampire stalker appeared stealthily unnoticed by the two at first, because they seemed to tread forward as oblivious silhouettes. Yet, unbeknownst to him, there was a whispered conversation between them.
    "It took a moment to separate the stench from the dragon corpse, but now I'm sure," the orc muttered with a dangerous undertone. "We are followed."
    Her sinews tighten firmly, an angry snarl oscillating through her lower plethoric lip. Fingers curled into crushing fists over her gauntlets, and adrenaline ignited flames began to cascade the coals of her fury. Cowards, like the fleeing druid, took the crown her vexations, but right underneath were the creepers lurking in the darkness for vulnerable opportunities. 
    While Natasha wasn't an honorable nor virtuous warrior, she had values on the commencement of battle. It should always be looking into your opponent's eyes, intrepid, and enthralled for the bloody brawl.
    "If I may…" she began, expecting Alexandria to understand her request.
    Upon Alexandria's word, something instantly changed. The witch and orc passed through a particularly obscuring and dead understory, their silhouettes curtained then revived on the other side. Except now, it was only Alexandria's that remained. 
    The thump of something heavy landing upon a nearby tree would give Martis his only warning. If he tracked the sound quick enough, he'd see the brief moment of the orc crouched upon the wailing bend of a branch just above him. Her metallic boots were planted on the wood, thighs loaded, and crimson eyes dilated into vast abysses of primal bloodlust. This demonic imagery, saturated with malevolent intent, lasted for as long as a blink before those loaded thighs sprung lose. Natasha shot down upon the vampire like a hawk from the skies. 
    His undead nature hopefully granted him the reflexes to dodge, for if he didn't, he'd be met with the she-orc's gauntlets thrust so deeply into his cranial and chest cavities that he'd tear into two gruesome pieces of undead flesh; she'd rip his head clear from his shoulders if her blades met their mark.
    The most likely result was that Martis found a way out of death's reach and Natasha's blades instead collided with the soft moist earth. She lifted her head to his new position, tension rolling in waves from her body, instantly ready to strike again. If he didn't explain himself immediately, he'd be treated like every other creature they'd encountered in this forest—a threat to be slain. And Natasha didn't ask questions.
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    This caught a fair bit of people off guard despite the announcement. I plan to make an archive temporarily available in 2020 to allow people to grab / repost their sheets
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    Natasha listened intently to the pearl serpent as if its sibilant syntax spilled from the lips of Alexandria herself. When he finished, she placed her claws to her chin in tapping contemplation, ignoring how the blades of the gauntlet nearly sheared her locks. 
    "And here I thought," she says with a sly grin, "It was secret.
    "So… Magic is like orc anger. Must be fed or becomes explosion." 
    She empathizes this feeling well. Her vicious, barbaric temperament was a voracious beast within her core. It growled and coiled with tautness by the second, only fed by the fiery sensations of battle. If she didn't sate it, many brethren were killed or maimed from her lust alone. 
    "I understand." 
    With the action ended, the eerie silence of the Dark Forest was rekindled. Outside of their own crunch and rustle through the willowwacks, nothing shielded the noises outside their unmistakable cadence. The vampire stalker appeared stealthily unnoticed by the two at first, because they seemed to tread forward as oblivious silhouettes. Yet, unbeknownst to him, there was a whispered conversation between them.
    "It took a moment to separate the stench from the dragon corpse, but now I'm sure," the orc muttered with a dangerous undertone. "We are followed."
    Her sinews tighten firmly, an angry snarl oscillating through her lower plethoric lip. Fingers curled into crushing fists over her gauntlets, and adrenaline ignited flames began to cascade the coals of her fury. Cowards, like the fleeing druid, took the crown her vexations, but right underneath were the creepers lurking in the darkness for vulnerable opportunities. 
    While Natasha wasn't an honorable nor virtuous warrior, she had values on the commencement of battle. It should always be looking into your opponent's eyes, intrepid, and enthralled for the bloody brawl.
    "If I may…" she began, expecting Alexandria to understand her request.
    Upon Alexandria's word, something instantly changed. The witch and orc passed through a particularly obscuring and dead understory, their silhouettes curtained then revived on the other side. Except now, it was only Alexandria's that remained. 
    The thump of something heavy landing upon a nearby tree would give Martis his only warning. If he tracked the sound quick enough, he'd see the brief moment of the orc crouched upon the wailing bend of a branch just above him. Her metallic boots were planted on the wood, thighs loaded, and crimson eyes dilated into vast abysses of primal bloodlust. This demonic imagery, saturated with malevolent intent, lasted for as long as a blink before those loaded thighs sprung lose. Natasha shot down upon the vampire like a hawk from the skies. 
    His undead nature hopefully granted him the reflexes to dodge, for if he didn't, he'd be met with the she-orc's gauntlets thrust so deeply into his cranial and chest cavities that he'd tear into two gruesome pieces of undead flesh; she'd rip his head clear from his shoulders if her blades met their mark.
    The most likely result was that Martis found a way out of death's reach and Natasha's blades instead collided with the soft moist earth. She lifted her head to his new position, tension rolling in waves from her body, instantly ready to strike again. If he didn't explain himself immediately, he'd be treated like every other creature they'd encountered in this forest—a threat to be slain. And Natasha didn't ask questions.
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    Rupturing the silence the she-orc's tree shaking roar wasn't one of terror, danger .. It sounded triumphant strangely enough. Still whatever it was she stirred up or was challenged in, Martis had to make this quick and pick up the pace of things. She hadn't been too far from her reverberation through the trees locating the direction of her voice, the spruce man took off to a slight burst of blurring speed, a front leg jutted forth and from the ground as a rear suited behind. The scent of once living wood now charred dead in ashes wafted through the air, a tempting flush of fresh ions flooded sensations in the pale Varón’s nostrils pungent enough, he gritted his teeth and slowed his pace. The Dhampir's gaze presumed sweeping the perimeters in a wary approach left-to-right, his golden bulbs brimmed the outlining trees, stalking the very sight of surroundings again. 
    Luna's runes illuminated the route cleared of obstruction, but he chose the latter veneering off to a dead-end. 
    Wide eyed in flabbergast at the sight before him, he couldn't believe the truth behind his discovery never in his existence. As a Terran vampyre he has never witnessed such a creature and was thrown aback in his concluding; did the hollering woman slay the creature? His parched thirst for power yelled at him, mocking the obedience that ultimately made him weaker the less he fed, halting over the dragon at a complete stop. Calmly his hands reformed to the sides, his face grew insanely dark as his maw stretched slickly from one side to the other. An idea struck as he drew into a knee would he squat down low, the glorious reflection of light casted by his hair shed over it's mystic scales. Aware of the powers gained if he consumed the mighty beast entirely in it's dead state and without it's soul, as well as how durable it's dragon bones proved itself for the forging of weapons useful for the Coven; possibilities were endless if he could transport the massive dragon from the area.
    Dragon blood never absorbed or dried out in the ground, but remained in tact and in a large amount; even if the remains were no longer in place. In his knowledge of this Martis was safe to return on another day with the Dark Lord or a number of undead, which ever was preferred, but in the current moment nothing further was done. From within the Keeper's hands a small vial was produced, scooping a sample of the violet fluids into the container without any thing else to be done in the area. It glowed violently, staring at it's contents once again before quartering it away with the selcouth of flowers. Seems this trip was coming handy after all, the hard part was still underway. Up ahead no further than fifteen meters, he spotted the fallen woodland creature and a pair of shadows slightly beyond the brush of more trees. Underestimating the sisters's power greatly, he's come to comprehend in the little time of exploring, these Charmed sister's had a lot of strength whomever slain the dragon and they were a force no matter their size to reckon. Picking up on his pace again, trees and brushes behind the two travelling ahead of him rattled and if they paid close attention, they'd feel that they've been followed from the rear almost the entire time. Only thing was, the Dhampir closed the gap with each moment and that their troubles into the Dark Forest made passage for him at most without a sweat. From the distance of the unnatural forest they stood, only if they felt his nearing presence and took a gander to their hind did they see what the glowing approach of a moving silhouette; a man holding a torch light perhaps. Yet, who was this and why did he come here? What was he searching for?
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    Sisters of the Coven
    If a member/character has not been active but can always return, I will mark them with * (Because I love all my witches)
    Luna, Leader of the Coven

     
    Clementine, Potions and Poisons
     

     
    Alexandria Derose, Blood Summoner

     
    Morwenna, Elemental Pyre

     
    Namiko Waverunner, Buchaechum Enchantress

     
    Jadis the Windcaller*

     
    Appolonia Grace, The Destroyer*

    Sarra Cenia, Performer *

     
    Emma Morrigan, Archivist *

     
    Isabella LaCroix, Alchemist*

     
    Louise Ravencrow, Necromancer *

     
    Kera Ide Whelan , Artificer*

    Vaeri, Elementalist*

    Una Tal, Sea Witch*

     
    Stellestria, Waxing Crescent Witch*

     
    Camelia, Weaponist*

    Andromeda, Seer*

     
    The Matriarch, Keeper of the Orcs

     
    Idina, Fire Gypsy*

    ChiChi, Buffs and Curses*

    Tsura, Monster Tamer*

    Isolde, Ice Mage Twin*

     
    Familiars
    Controlled by players.
    Xander, Coven Familiar(Humanoid Earned)

    Killed the Orc King during Orc War
    Leondrys, Coven Familiar*
     
     
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    The Witches' Mountain

    The mountain in which the Sisterhood of Witches reside is located in the southernmost regions of No Man's Land, northerly ridging the passage to Palgard from the Great Pine Barrens. It is one of the surrounding mountain ranges on the outskirts of the northern Black Ridge and is arguably apart of it to some aspect. While this mountain dulls in comparison to the nearby Mount Ormond's 31,000ft elevation (resting at 29,000ft), it still stands as an impressive mountain with impressive views of the western Palgard and the entire northern landscape of No Man's Land from its crown. When viewed from the grounds of No Man's Land, it is the largest in its region. Though north of the passageway between Palgard and the Great Pine Barrens, the mountain is more accessible through No Man's Land itself.
    The mountain is covered in a multitude of caverns and forested by palisades of jutting rocks and cliff sides that obscure most of its openings. Before the witches, this mountain was ruled by vicious orcs that abused and toiled the land. It is volcanic in origin, with a previous noxious atmosphere that resisted all forms of  growth. Now the mountains stands out as covered in a thin patches of greenery and overall radiance of magic that is often mistaken as the after currents of the southern Black Ridge.
    As time drifts by, the mountain continues to demonstrate a resilience against the starved landscape due to the slowly increasing saturation of magic embedded into its soul by the witches and magical entities that have began to inhabit it. The geography is demonstrating more plant-life and flora, though it has not began to sprout trees. 
    Inside the Mountain
    Labyrinth
    When accessing one of the caverns of the witch's mountain, there is an open tunnel networking that leads into a maze of rocky aphotic corridors. Without guidance, one will wander miles in circles without light nor nourishment. An array of dangerous creatures live within this labyrinth and often pray on lost wandering intruders. Unless a witch of the coven has entered the threshold, the darkness will only thicken as one travels from the entrance. There are torches on the walls, but they are magically induced not to produce light to those not of the coven. When a coven member enters the threshold, the torches immediately light and the pathway to the location of her desire is revealed. If it is aligned with torches. Otherwise, the natural denizens of the mountain see with near perfection in the dark.
    The labyrinth is sporadically adorned with runic inscriptions at locations most of the witches are aware of. When the blood of a witch bonded to the Coven's Soul is provided, a gateway activates and can provide easy passageway through the tunnels. This two key requirement of witch blood and connection to the Coven's Soul prevents the blood of a dead coven witch (whose soul would have passed with her death) from activating the portals.

    Orc Fortress
    At the core, the mountain is revealed to be the vessel for an underground volcanic world. The temperatures raise significantly as one reaches the center, spiking to a blistering 900 degrees Fahrenheit. Under the influence of runic symbols scattered across the cavern, this temperature has been subdued to a fifth of that, but the effects are still fatal to those incapable of handling the heat. Rivulets of magma stream through the chest of the mountain and lead to glorious statue of the Orc fortress.
    The road to the fortress is about a mile long, and is met with gates atop a set of stone stairs. The doors to the fortress are ingrained into a metallic forged wall and constructed of illustrious gems and diamond dust harvested from the mountain. The stairs ascend over a magma molt that crescents the front of the fortress. Great towers guard the surrounding sights of the door and many more can be seen peaking over the thick stone walls. The only light is provided by the magma itself. 

    Witches' Tower and Orc Courtyard
    The entire rear of the fortress is embedded into the interior side  of the open cavern, consisting of specific chambers tailored to both witches and orcs alike. Some of the networking travels deeper into the earth to the dungeons and greater open sanctions of the magma pools. The majority of sleeping quarters for the orcs are hidden within the mountainside. Most of the open area beyond the fortress walls consists of several great towers and a vast courtyard. Most of the architecture within the courtyard is low and consists of laboring supplies, training camps, armories, barracks for active gaurds, and stables for the tamed beasts and steeds. The courtyard is often crowded with orcs and hounds laboring for Luna's constant desire of expansion. The extending towers are the most impressive features of the fortress, extending between 20-30 floors in height.

    The highest of the towers is the Witches' Tower, which plasters into the mountainside and extends halfway up the cavern wall. It is the jewel of the fortress and where the sister witches reside. Within the tower, their magnificent collective magic flourishes and reveals itself. The scenery transforms into a lush emerald environment of plant life woven through stone and stairway. The witches' chambers exist on different levels of the tower, tailored to the signatures of their own magic. The concentration of the Coven's Soul exists within the tower, its magic breathing the life seen within and manifests as sunlight rushing through the exterior.  The wealth of the tower is a direct representation of the strength of the coven, and will weaken and flourish based on their numbers. The heated temperatures dissipate into cool manageable temperatures and the air becomes clean and fresh. The  tower is a fragment of what Luna hopes to transpire as her sanctuary for witches. With time, she hopes to extend the magic of the tower's interior throughout No Man's Land itself. When within the fortress, the witches spend most of their time within these walls, not interacting with the brutal and unsightly orcs lingering on the outsides. Only selected leaders of orc brigades and invited guests are allowed within the tower.
    Denizens of the Mountain
    Keeper of the Orcs, The Matriarch

    Commander and Ruler of Orc Army
    Race: Seer/Witch Doctor
     
    -Abilities-
    [1] Witch Doctor Magic
    [2] Seer Magic—A rare ability that renders the Matriarch susceptible to premonitions when in contact with a possession of targeted person.
    [3]Lightning Elementalist
    [4] Skilled in swordsmanship combat
    [5] Speaks Orc
    [6] Substantial resistance to volcanic associated heat, radiation, and exhaust.
    [7] Third Eye Vision
    [8] Marble/Insulating Skin
     
    -Equipment-
    [1] Lighting Blade
    [2] Witch Doctor Staff
    [3] Orc Made Armor and Gauntlet

    -Personality-
    --Detached, Misty, Tyrannical

    The Army, Tyrtrol Tribe

    After dominating the fortress, Luna and her coven have taken control of its army.On average, the female orcs are about 6feet tall and the males 6'5feet. Although born with jade skin, most of the orcs' color range from an ashy gray to pure ebony depending on soot, magma, radiation, and ash exposure as they grow. Upon touch, their skin is rough and rigid like volcanic rock and has a fathomless thickness. Underneath the many layers of skin, there are bundles of fortified muscle to exemplify their enhanced strength and animosity. Due to the correlation with their harsh environment, one can estimate both the age and skin resilience/thickness of an orc based on the color. Jade being the most delicate and ebony being the most vigorous. This also hints at their specialty (for example, a scout that spends most of its time outside the volcano will have lighter more jade skin whereas the workers and warriors have typically darker skin tones).

    These orcs are different from their cousins in a magnitude of ways. Having lived in the volcano for many generations, these orcs demonstrate adaptions that allowed their ancestral survival within the  heat, radiation, and toxins.
    All the orcs demonstrate a strange phenomenon of possessing crimson eyes, something that also seems to darken with age and exposure to the volcano, and their retinal vessels are black. It is an assumed adaptation with the only obvious benefit being that they can see excessively well in the dark. The hounds they train also seem to have this crimson color, suggesting it is an adaption that some of the native creatures of the volcano share.

    Their bodies are accustomed to brusque conditions and have a thickness stronger than commonplace metallic armor. Their skin is so tenacious that it can be compared to solid marble against blade. It is suggested that the orcs are unable to superficially feel fine textures or pain from years of their sensory receptors being burned away. They also do not seem to sweat due to their glands suffering the same fate, meaning they must have other ways to regulate their body temperature in the volcano. The thickness also acts as an insulator and heat deterrent, protecting them from extreme conditions of not only heated but cold environments.

    Lastly, the orcs in the army are soulless. Every soul of the current and future generation of this army were/are transferred to and controlled by Luna, making them unconditionally obedient and devoted to her commands. Despite their untamed nature and wild behavior, they obey her and only her orders without question. The Orc Matriarch appears to be their leader, but the orcs follow her on Luna's command.

    Types and Numbers
    Total Number in Army[current]: 2560

    Archers [650]: Specialize in acrobatic and rouge skills.
    [1] Crossbows
    [2] Flammable oils
    [3] Short daggers

    Warriors [1175]: Specialize in melee and weapon wielding combat
    [1] Combat Axes
    [2] Clubs
    [3] Swords
    [4] Shields

    Beast Tamers [150]: Specialize in training Orc Hounds, although a few have been known to train other creatures that lurk in the mountain.
    [1] One tamer usually owns about 1-7 hounds
    [2] Potions and Toxins containing both the counteractive and active substances of the hound's breath and salivate.
    [3] Various styled whips and other weaponry coated in [2] toxins.

    Workers and Scouts [585]: Works on the fortress, roams the land, and reports activity.
    [1] These orcs are jacks of all trades and can potentially qualify as any type.

    Established Orcs

     
    The Bodyguard
    Name: ???
    Status: The Matriarch's Bodyguard

    Description: He is the largest and physically the strongest orc of the entire army, standing at 8ft and weighing 560lbs of muscle. He is calm as far as the orcs go, generally very placid until provoked. He was the twin brother of the previous Orc King, who was beheaded when Luna and her witches took over. He says very little even to his follow orcs, often only speaking when addressed by The Matriarch. He always by The Matriarch's side. Acting as both her bodyguard and her vision. Because of his lack of words, no one seems to know his name.
    Weaponary: Short Cleaver/Axe


    The Prodigy
    Name: Natasha
    Status: A general of Orc Army (Warriors)

    Demo: 6'3ft 210lbs

    Description: She is one the most skilled female orcs in the entire army. She specializes in scouting, hunting, bladed combat with weapons of various kinds. She had a short temper and a domineering personality, known for stabbing her fellow orcs if they disobey or irritate her. She is also one of the most intelligent of the orcs, once of the few the speaks both common language and orc. Even though she is enslaved, her unnatural intellectual curiosity had made her the most curious of the witches' tendency to work and sacrifice for each other, concepts she had rejected since she was a child.
    Weaponary: Bladed Gauntlets


    The Aged Warrior
    Name: Smung
    Status: Warrior
    Demo: 6'7ft | 440lbs

    Description: Smung is the oldest orc of the fighters. He holds a lot of history and his experience in battle is phenomenally demonstrated through his combat. Despite his age, he is still incredibly strong, fast, and competent.




    The Brothers

    Name (left to right): Bale, Grud, and Curt

    Status: Warrior/Scout Brigade Leader/Warrior

    Demo: Bale is 7ft (340lbs); Grud is 5'5ft (450bs); Curt is 6'2ft (350lbs)

    Description: Bale, Grud, and Curt are brothers. Bale is the youngest, Curt is the oldest, Grud is the middle. Bale is silent for an orc, sticking to his duties and not caring anything else. Grud is a young dumb hot-head that has a short-man complex. Curt isn't as much as a hot-head as he is wild. He is always looking for a fight or a woman.

    The Negotiator
    Name: Welund
    Status: Possible Scout
    Demo: 5'8ft, 160lbs.
    Demo: The first thing that is noticed about Welund is her difference in appearance to her fellow orcs.  Her features are considerably more gracile. She is neither as tall or bulky as her fellow orcs, even amongst the scouts. Her voice is deep but not husk and her skin is thick but consistently smooth. However, she commands a phenomenal amount of respect. It is assumed that Welund is a favorite of the witches and may even be learning from them, as it appears she is capable of using magic. Rumor says she is the result of a raping involving Matriarch by one of the orcs (while she was still enslaved) and was locked in the dungeons before the takeover. Because of her less intimidating appearance and proficient language skills, she is often used as an orc representative for Luna herself.

    Growth Rate: Initial army [850] : Total [2,565]
    As a representation of the passage of time: For every thread that actively involves a member of the orc army (Including the Matriarch), they grow 100 per 30 posts . Alliances with another Orc tribe (see accomplishments) has changed this to 200 per 30 posts for all threads proceeding it. Listed chronologically below.
    [Terminated] All the Way Up the Mountain: +100  [Completed] Diamonds are A Witches Best Friend: + 210 (-3) [Completed] Developing a Gambit +150 (An alliance with another Orc tribe has doubled the growth rate!) [Completed] Foolin' With a Witch's Brew +320 [On going] The Witching Hour + Witching Hour, The Return [Completed] Act, and Witches will Act +593 (-1) [Completed] In the Depths of the Mountain +113 [Completed] Dragons are Forever + 233
    Orc Hounds [833]
    Hounds under the control of the orcs. There are many packs of them that lurk through the mountains tunnels and outskirts of the fortress. They are about the size of cougars with lupine agility. Their primary job is guarding the tunnels against intruders and 80% of the hounds live throughout them.

    [1] The hounds have an unrivaled sense of smell that allows them to easily navigate and track intruders of the mountain.
    [2] The hounds have three heads, each capable of seeing clearly though the dark and armed with sharp tongues covered in flesh eating bacteria that can whip and extend over six feet.
    [3] The breath of the hounds is saturated with a potent toxin similar to diethyl ether. A full breath of this in the face will cause a victim to lose consciousness, and prolonged saturation can cause cardiac arrest. This toxin is also highly flammable and because of their heated environment, these hounds have been known to spontaneously breathe fire.
    Initial [100] Orc Hounds 100+ per every 200+ orcs.
    -Diamonds are a Witches' best friend: +105 
    -Developing Gambit: +75
    -Fooling With Witch's Brew: +160
    -In the depths of the Mountain: +56
    -Act and Witches Will Act: +296
    -Dragons are Forever: +116
     
    Beasts of the Coven
    Luna likes to collect dragons

    Venomous 12-Head Hydra: Third descendant of the Legendary Hydra of Sable Knight.
    There was a legend within Lake Poakapong of a Sable Knight that once fought a fierce beast and won using a sword blessed by Gaia. Midst pursuing the sword, the Sisters came across its third descendant. Though the sword was missing, the coven captured the hydra. Now the beast rest within the deep mountainous tunnels of the orc fortress, unnervingly capable of appearing from the darkness with any one of its twelve heads. Alternatively, it can rest within the sword of The Matriarch. 
    The level in which the hydra lives is a mystery to all but the witches and certain orcs. Wandering throughout the endless tunnels of the mountains, one may eventually find the air suddenly harder to breathe. The cavern walls may seem to lighten in the distance, but the relief of the vision and countered by an equally irritating burn. Loose toxins from the hydra's breath make the atmosphere unpleasant, and the though likely magical means, the temperature gradually drops down to a summer night's feel in the bayou. The cavern becomes moist, walls wet and dripping with water, and soon leads to a pool of dark water reaching unknown depth. The light that shines is another hidden entrance/exit to the mountain. It is hard to discover from the outside and monitored by orcs. Even moreso, it is guarded by the hydra who takes advantage of the darkness and yearns to strike all invaders.
     

    Chrysanthe
    In the forgotten times when dragons were plentiful in Valucre, Chrysanthe was a creature amongst legends and great magic. When world became warm and unsuitable, she was one of the many creatures who vanished. It is speculated that she hid within magic rich regions of Genesaris, feeding on the arcane storms that occur there and dwelling in the coldest regions. When the Cold Snap transpired in Terrenus, she migrated into the high mountains in hopes of finally birthing an egg she nestled in her womb for thousands of years. It was after giving birth to her next generation that the witches intercepted her. The battle was grueling and bloody, taking two witches and many orcs to subdue the beast while other orcs were killed. Chysanthe seemed capable of producing chilling temperatures of surreal levels, with great stamina, and advanced arcane skills. It was by fortune, skill, and manipulation that they managed to capture Chrysanthe alive, though on the brink of death. The dragon is currently imprisoned deep within the mountain, where Luna works to discover the secrets of lost times by gaining the loyalty and friendship of this powerful ancient beast.
     
     
    Dragon Stable 

    (Art Credit  goes to this guy)
    Thanks to Alexandria's heroic efforts, the witches now have a stable with Rider Dragons. The dragons nest and breed under the control of a new class of dragon riding orcs, whom branch off the beast tamer orcs. Marquise is the leader is the dragon tamer orcs. The dragons reside in a sanctioned off part of the mountain that merges with a neighboring mountain of No Man's Land border. Underground tunnels have been dug by the hard working orcs to connect the two mountains and create a large scale nest and stables for the dragons and easy access between the mountains. Alexandria's dragon Syvos stands as the acting alpha of the clan, maintaining a certain level of control while the orcs familiarize the wild beasts and train them to be familiar and coexisting with the orcs and witches. Every witch if they so chose, may bond with a dragon. These dragons at the moment are used primarily for transportation, but are also capable of combat in times of need. 
    Count: 30
    Growth rate: (5 dragons per 15 posts in a thread involving a rider dragon or in Mount Ariadne).
    Established Dragons:
    Syvos: Alpha Dragon, Acid type (Owned by Alexandria)
    Durzol, Fire Type (Owned by Natasha)
     
     
     
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    The Sisterhood of Witches

    Introduction
    The Sisterhood of Witches was established long before it came to Valucre. In the beginning, it ruled a magically opulent realm called Luminara and consisted of a large coven of female witches bound together by fragments of their souls. This intense spiritual connection with each other enhanced their abilities and inaugurated them as sisters. Lead by an ancient witch named Luna, the coven prospered wondrously until wars broke out and with time the coven was shattered by external and internal tribulations. Without the influence of the witches to support the realm, Luminara became a desolate wasteland, purloined of its magic and beauty.

    Determined to reestablish a stronger and more beautiful sanctuary for witches and their craft, Luna travels to Valucre to make her mark there.
    What is it be a Witch?
    I was surprised how often I was presented with this inquiry, and how many women are hesitant to join the coven because they don't know anything about witches. Well, I'm here to tell you not to let this intimidate you! You don't have to be a real life Wiccan to be successful in concepts of IC witchcraft. There are no right or wrong takes on what a witch or witchcraft is, but here is my concept for the sake of answering the question. This is what Luna follows. If you create a witch character, you may based it on your own concepts.
    How is SoW unique?
    Aside from the fact that the sisterhood consists primarily of only females, every sister has a unique connection called the Coven’s Soul. CS introduces a new concept of collective magic that emphasizes on the collaboration between every witch. Most organizations fake a group dynamic when truly the concept is every man for himself, SoW emphasizes and bases its success upon teamwork. It is a family dynamic that demonstrates the true meaning of strength in numbers. With Coven’s Soul, every individual witch’s magic is enhanced, and collectively has the potential to cast spells with the T1 potency of multiple preps in a single round. In fact, this method is so powerful, that caps must be placed on preps to ensure power balance.

    You’ll never be forced to fend for yourself, nor will you ever be abandoned. This organization is not about the power of one, but the power of all. You'll never be weak when you're with your sisters.

    Is SoW Good or Evil?
    The Sisterhood is neutral, but ambitious. The leader Luna will do anything and everything to make sure her sanctuary is created. As her witches follow her ambitions, the coven is not opposed to doing evil anymore than it is opposed to doing good. We will do anything so long as it benefits our cause.

    Alliances or Enemies
    SoW has no enemies. Although ambitious, we are also subtle.

    SoW had an alliance with an Unnatural Necromancer named Alexander Endriel (The Witch King) and his legions of unnaturals. This relationship is now neutral.
    SoW has an alliance with No Man's Land Light-Bearers (Giants). See accomplishments.

    Accomplishments
    Most accomplishments are to establish a safe haven for witchcraft. We are not about world domination.

    [1] SoW has successfully dominated and claimed the neighboring mountain range and valley of Palgard, also known as No Man's Land

    [2] SoW has ended the Orc War ranging in the Palgard mountain range.

    [3] SoW had dominated and claimed an Orc Fortress in the southern mountains of No Man's Land, enslaving its entire orc army and recovering a magical item that disrupts the arcane.

    [4] SoW had established an Alliance with a power necromancer named Alexander Endriel, who plans to dominate the continent of Terrenus and guarantee their sanctuary.
    [5] SoW has established a tentative Alliance with the Barren Forest Orc Tribe doubling the growth rate of their army
    [6] SoW had a tentative Alliance with the Lucifer, the Light-Bearer Giants sharing No Man's Land
    [7]SoW has successfully captured and taken the hydra from the Gaian Folklore of the Sable Knight Legend
    [8] SoW has established ties with the Dwarfs of Tazarek promising trade of orcs for blacksmith skills of request
    [9] SoW has successfully captured an ancient dragon of the Cold Snap (this actually takes place between events 3 and 4)
    [10] SoW has successfully procured Sable Knights Sword (see 7)
    [11] SoW has established a stable of Rider Dragons, 30 in total. 
    [12] SoW has stopped an evil God from being summoned into the city of Dougton, and revitalized 15 miles of uninhabitable land there.  
    See Luna's Thread History for summary on SoW past threads

    Are there other benefits besides power boosts and IC connections?
    Want more huh? Well, we are sisters both IC and OOC. Females who stick together both on the outside and inside. In my opinion, the best IC cooperation requires OOC friendship. I try my best to make sure we all get along and communicate with each other on both levels. You can make a good storyline inside, and join a fun community on the outside!

    What if I am a man? I want to join too...
    Two things, there are tons of organizations that will accept any type of person. Male, female, old, young, good or evil. This organization is an opportunity for females to stand out in the roleplay world, I am positive you can find an another organization to suit your needs.

    HOWEVER, if you’re truly passionate about being a part of the coven, you qualify to be a familiar or a member of the coven's orc army. Familiars are beasts that are obligated and dedicated to serve and protect their witch. You may be a coven familiar, in which you will have no owner, or the familiar of a particular witch, in which case you are only loyal to her. While this is a limited character on a general basis, you will be actively involved in any mission threads that you desire. You are essentially a soldier for us.

    The one restriction on being a familiar is form. Familiars are beasts and beasts alone. While I will give you free range of options on what beast you desire to be, you cannot be a humanoid of any kind. In other words, you may not be a familiar that could inspire romance or intimate relations with any of the sisters of the coven. [At least without it being called bestiality]. This in no way limits your character’s personality or behavior, be whatever kind of beast you want. Just be warned that Luna will not tolerate a familiar trying to bed or romance a witch.
    CHANGE: Luna will grant a familiar a humanoid form if he desires under the premises that he proves himself worthy. A familiar that has ICly accomplished a single great fleet that benefits the coven or successfully completes five mission threads MAY be granted Luna's favor. However, even as a humanoid, they are still a familiar and Luna still will not tolerate romance.
    See details below on the orc army on what it means to be an orc.

    Rules and Regulations
    Allow me to reflect.

    [1] To be a witch, you must be a female both IC and OOC.

    [2] You must be active and willing to collaborate with everyone!

    [3] To be a familiar, you can be male or female, but you must not have a humanoid form.

    I am interested in joining!
    Wonderful! Just send me a PM! Work on your witch, familiar, or orc profile and read up on the Coven's Soul concept [which I will provide] to understand more about the coven dynamic. I will likely have an immediate mission for you so be ready to roleplay! Welcome to the Sisterhood!
     
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    Thread History:
    1. Luna first arrives in Valucre. Clearly stated as originally from Earth's realm, she seeks to make her first endeavor in Valucre as the hunter of a terrorizing wyvern. However, she is distracted when she discovers her old coven sister, Chichi, has arrived from the same realm. Thus one witch becomes two. (This quest thread is incomplete due to another thread having already partaken in the quest, so it is assumed Luna learns the wyvern has been dealt with and abandon's the quest). 
    2. The next time Luna is seen, she is accompanied by a third and fourth witch. Having already established the beginnings of a coven, she moves to find a home for them. Luna, Feira, and Jessica discover an ongoing war between two great Orc clans in the mountains of Palgard, (Bordering No Man's Land) and infiltrate one of the fortresses. The adventure leads to Luna destroying the entire fortress and discovering an old friend named Rama-Khan. Luna and her coven end the War.
    3. Determined to claim the valley for her own, Luna sets her sights on the second orc fortress. Replacing her witches for this new task, Luna is now accompanied by Chichi and her familiar Xander, Rama-Khan, and a fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth witch of the coven (Idina, Camellia, Tsura, and Kera). Along the way, the coven discovers an indwelling witch named Clementine. The fortress being protected by miles of maze like tunnels, Clementine leads the witches to the heart of the mountain where the fortress stands. Luna discovers that this orc clan has enslaved another witch. Angered, Luna decides death is not enough for them and instead enslaves the entire fortress. Thus, Luna and her coven gain two new witches (The Matriarch and Clementine) along with an orc army.   
    4. Having established a home, word of her coven's feat reaching even the articles, Luna is contacted by a necromancer named Alexander. She travels with this man and his underling the Limper for a short time, but establishes a connection with both of them (She even kisses the Limper).  However, against her better judgement, she assists in helping Alexander obtain an unthinkable power in hopes of trusting him to help her. The mission is successful, but Luna and the newly empowered Alexander become disagreeable, for he sought to rule her coven. The conflict ends with no one getting hurt, but the two part with bitter hearts.  
    5. After her disappointment with Alexander, Luna attempts to seethe her anger by cleaning the remaining orc corpses and fortress debris from her newly acquired valley in No Man's Land. Alexander reappears, claiming himself a greater man wishing to reestablish their ties. He gives Luna a tome, which appeals to her greatly, and she requests Alexander to help force her enslaved orcs to be forever loyal to her. Alexander accomplishes this by giving Luna their souls. The two have a moment of intimacy, and seemly their bond is reestablished. (Later Luna expands this to the future generations of orcs, making her entire army and future army completely soulless and unconditionally obedient.)
    6. Luna visits a rural farming area that is being plagued with wyverns. Her interest is not in the wyverns but from sensing of a follow witch amongst the town. This witch is named Statia.  Through their journey of handling the town's plague, she establishes a connection that ultimately leads to Statia joining the coven. (Incomplete, the wyvern problem is handled but the thread ends as the two face the owner of them.) 
    7. Luna follows the trail of another witch, discovering her living the life of thievery. Her name is Zandra. Luna finds lifestyle incredibly offensive to her kind and go through some lengths to try and convince the rogue witch with to join her family and become something more. Zandra proves to be quite stubborn one and is resilient to her efforts, and in the end refuses to join the coven much to Luna's disappointment.
    8. Luna and her coven members Alexandria and Andromeda go on a high risk mission to capture an ancient titan ruling five planes of existence. It exists in five pieces, Luna already possessing one. They travel into the plane of Life for their second piece. (Incomplete thread, no pieces of ICly obtained so until I decide to continue this, it is unsuccessful)
    9. Tension rises high between Luna and Alexander once again when she learns he is meeting with Camellia in secret. This convinces Luna that he not only is trying to convince Camellia to betray her coven, but that he is unworthy  of their partnership. Their separation is not played out, but it can be assumed that Luna detaches herself from Alexander and his cause. Before she leaves, she gives the Limper one last visit. 
    10. Luna sends The Matriarch to the Black Ridge with a pack of orcs to seek information on something of interest to her. The Matriarch crosses with The Dead and finds herself enamored by its fleet leader, Artist. It appears these feeling might very well be returned. The Matriarch joins The Dead on their mission in the mountains, offering her help with apparently no request in anything in return. The Matriarch spends an undesignated amount time within the mountains, learning the landscape, signature of magic, and creatures alike.
    11. Luna sends a brigade of orcs with Idina, Kera, and Clementine into Herbie's Bed during the Cold Snap, with the mission of seeking and capturing an powerful and ancient ice dragon. The mission results in a compromising avalanche that incapacitates  Idina and Kera, who are sent back to safety by Clementine. Now Clementine continued the quest alone until she is joined by Alexandria. Together the two face the challenges of the mountain and bested the dragon, who revealed itself to have an egg. Both came into the witches' grasps.
    12. With the hopes of expanding her orc army, Luna has disguised herself as an orc and entered a foreign orc fortress in the forests of Terrenus. After making an impression on the chieftain, she inserts herself into the culture for several days, making herself popular amongst the tribe. Even moreso, she finds herself in the company of a prophet and Frost Giant named Yahweh, who claims to also be from the No Man's Land, seeking an alliances with the orcs. The two make a connection in the short time they spend together, which ultimately leads to Yahweh requesting to meet Luna. Welund (Luna's alias) agrees to arrange the meeting. During this meeting Luna agrees on a peace between SoW and the Frost Giants, along with a tentative partnership. Setting the ties of cross breeding the tribes, Luna expands the growth rate of her army.
    13. During her time with the orcs, Luna disappears for four days in order to prepare for Yahweh's visit to her fortress. At this time, she comes across a werewolf who has been cursed by a follow witch and takes it upon herself to rectify it. This witch is possessed a demon, but escapes before Luna can help her. Fascinated by this werewolf (Jo), Luna not only reverses the curse, but risks her life to bless Jo with the unique ability of witchcraft. The price is a young child.
    14. Luna sends the Matriarch in search of the ancient sword of the Sable Knight, implanted with the chest of 12-headed hydra along Ponkapoag River. The Matriarch, accompanied by witch Morwenna and Vaeri, discover the sword has already been removed from the beast and the hydra left alive. The witches engage the hydra and capture the beast, making its new home within the mountain of the coven.
    15. Using scales and blood of the Hydra as ingredient for a tracking location, Luna resumes the  search for Sable Sword, last seen flying off on her trusted summon to follow any possible leads of the spell. When Luna is seen again, several days to weeks later, she is hurrying into an old Noodle Shop carrying written letters of an unknown reciptant. This turns it to be an Ex-Dragon rider named Ruiser. The meeting is brief and mysterious but important, for in exchange of a magical bracelet and bow of her own design, Luna receives the Sable Knight Sword, polished and full of potential.
     
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    ~Basic information~
    Name: Luna
    Age: 566 years
    Birthday: May 30th, 1453
    Occupation: Head of Sisterhood of Witches Coven
    Appearance: (See picture)
    Race: Human Witch and Draconian (The latter not genetic)
    Attire: Luna is often seen in old fashioned dresses from 1600s and wears an showy, feathered pointed hat.
    Accent: Luna has an light Old English accent that can been modernized over the years from the 17th century. (Think Lilly Allen or Kate Middleton)
     
    ~Equipment and descriptions~ 

    A sentient, silver staff used to manipulate spells and store spiritual/physical energy. About 6 feet long and made out of a magical alloy similar to mithril. Embedded in the head of the staff is a rune with an intricate inscription that interchanges between an aquamarine and ruby color. The rune consistently feeds off the ambient energy, making it capable of absorbing potent attacks and sensing intentions from psionic residues of people's thoughts. In lieu of overloading, which can happen if too much energy is absorbed, the staff will regurgitate its storage in a pestilent storm of tainted energy. This threatens even Luna.


    Grimoire: Four volumes of an ancient spell book containing Luna's lineage of witchcraft, dating back to the Early Middle Ages. Though containing fathomless spells, potions, rune inscribing, and curses/enchantment techniques, she rarely actively uses them in battle because of her photographic memory. However, when desired, any of the tomes can be effortlessly summoned.


    Enchanted Rider Gloves: Because of the demanding twists and turns her staff will spontaneously make, Luna lack of physical strength is compensated by enchanted gloves. These gloves have a slight arcane affinity to the staff's metal and allows her to tightly grip the staff without overexerting her muscles. It also makes releasing and knocking the staff away from her hands slightly more difficult. Energy can also be streamed into the gloves to increase their affinity to the staff. Sometimes it is worn on one hand, other times worn on both. Without assistance, the affinity strength is similar to Velcro or refrigerator magnets.

    The Witch King's Gift: As a peace offering during their spat and perhaps as a reward for assisting him, The Witch King Alexander gifted Luna with an ancient necromancer's tome. This tome, as evil and dilapidated as it looks, contains demented but powerful spells of necromancy and the dark arts. The spells are inevitably taxing and can taint the untrained mind into madness. Luna has only used the tome three times, the most infamous being to expand and modify Alexander's affliction upon her army into a curse that spread throughout the generations, enslaving their souls and their children's souls to her and her alone for all eternity. All the spells had a backfire that either nearly killed her or drove her insane. One of those times, the book's face seemed to come alive and whispers unspeakable things in the night.

    Teardrop Pendant:  The theory is that this is the vessel that holds souls of the orcs, and if it does, that the magical gems grow as the number of souls do, becoming larger and larger. Where this pendant is (be it on her person, in her body, in the fortress, or in another world) is as unknown as the theory that it actually exists. But it is representative that Luna must have some way of holding all those souls.

    ~Personality~
    - Munificent and sympathetic.

    - Very calm and mellow. Hardly temperamental

    - High spirited and stubborn

    - Protective and ambitious

    -Sexist

    ~Basic Abilities and Backgrounds on them~
    Pure Witch Magic- Genetically, Luna is the third generation of family witches dating back to Early Middle Ages [Or Dark Ages]. Her witch lineage is very pure, giving her one of the greatest natural affinities to magic. Though she has learned a heap of spells throughout her years from the most simple to complex and can do a variety of things with a chants and/or waves of her staff, magic is both linked to her emotions and desires. She can even create nonexistent spells spontaneously.

    Curses and Enchantments- Casting of curses or charms upon herself or others to limit/ enhance their abilities. Unlike normal magic, Luna's curses/enchantments are only required to make contact through the senses for effect [i.e touching, tasting, seeing, smelling or hearing.] This makes them able to penetrate some barriers and defenses.

    Rune weaving- Luna’s specialty is runes and inscriptions. Runes are arcane inscriptions written upon a variety of things including people. Each one is different in the effects they manifest. While some are learned from written tomes, many of the inscriptions are original and complicated, created by Luna and her ancestors . All of her runes, whilst dormant, will absorb ambient energy and become stronger as time elapses.

    Draconian Infused DNA- Luna inherited her dragon genetics due to a backfired spell. In her youth, the witch was obsessed with dragons, but her rarity and untamed nature made them difficult to own. In an naive act, she attempted to create a spell meant to turn pure elements into dragons. The spell worked, but not in the way that she planned. Instead of enchanting outside elements, the elemental components of her body were affected. Combining with the magic already imprinted in her genes, under the influence of the spell the elements evolved and mutated into draconian DNA intertwined with her own. Phenotypically, she appears normal, but her draconian attributes are witnessed/triggered during combat. These attributes include…

    [1] Magical Reflection—When energy foreign to Luna’s signature attempts to penetrate her skin, the draconian layer of magic above it will act as a mirror and reflect it back at the user. The energy excreted from the witch/dragon hybrid cells not only causes the energy to be reflected, but converts into a tainted and harmful substance that will do sufficient spiritual and physical damage if reabsorbed. While this makes foreign enchantments and blessings futile, it also prevents anti-magic from being cast upon her.

    This can be overwhelmed though. If powerful enough, the attack with break the mirror. However, no matter the potency of the attack, some of the energy will be reflected. This is an innate ability that Luna cannot control, thus it always works [Just not at 100% efficiency].
     


    [2] Magical Resistance and Sensitivity—Like a dragon, Luna is very tenacious against magical attacks and also very sensitive to arcane magic. This is further enhanced by being a witch. Most magical attacks are reduced in strength when they hit Luna [If the attack is powerful enough to overwhelm her reflection abilities]. Working in co-existence with her reflecting innate, Luna never receives the full impact of a magical attack.
     


    [3] True Elemental Control and Absorption—Due to the accident, Luna’s DNA was mutated to possess the draconian attributes of every dragon there is. The term ‘true’ element means that Luna has powers over the 94 elements that occur in nature. However, due to the massive amount of elements, she couldn’t master them all. While she has a minor resistance [5%] to all elements, she is only strongly resistant [30-90%] to and has completely mastered nine. When within an environment that harnesses a sufficient amount of one of these elements [i.e water/ocean], the corresponding dragon DNA activates and her body slowly imbibes the ambient arcane flowing from the elements. Consequently, her draconian defenses
    [listed above] gain power. These elements are…

    - Carbon— This allows her to control organic substances, such as earth and minerals.

    - The components of water—Hydrogen and Oxygen

    - Gold, silver and mercury – Usually used for defensive purposes.

    -Chlorine, Nitrogen, and sulfur –toxins

    **Note: By combining these elements, Luna has mastered their molecules as well. [i.e Since she has mastered hydrogen, carbon, and oxygen, she has also mastered at fire, water, earth, and wind.]**

    Psionics- Because most of her natural defenses are trained on the arcane, Luna actively worked on her mind. Her advanced brain capacity and photographic memory is a direct consequence of her magically increasing her psionic potential. She uses psionics for a multitude of things. She lacks the ability to invade a trained mind, but is very good at preventing people from imposing their abilities on her. In fact, her greatest psionic abilities are associated with defensive techniques. In a more offensive manner, she can mentally cast spells and use minor telekinesis.

    Draining Life Essence: Luna has not lived for five centuries because of an innate attribute or spell. Inheriting both her family's vanity and hunger for youth, she maintains her beauty and longevity by sucking the life-force out of people—particularly children.

    **Another note: Luna is surreal at many aspects of arcane because of her extreme weakness in physical skill. Luna has below to average melee skill with no innate abilities that increase her speed, strength, or defense—nor is she capable of wielding a sword or shield effectively [her staff is sentient and guides her]. Realistically, a single punch from an average man can knock her out. Her only inhuman ability is her advanced thinking/processing reflexes and memory. Due to her reliability, Luna's magical abilities exceed most.**

    ~Coven's Soul Abilities [Buffs from the Sisterhood of Witches]~
    All unprepped magical attacks have a 5% advantage over normal unprepped attacks.

    Per witch present, all unprep magical attacks have a 10% advantage over normal unprepped attacks if drawn from CS.

    All witches have an increased 20% magic resistance outside of their own due to the CS storm’s protective effects leaking into their corresponding souls.

    By accessing the CS, witches gain the ability “Soul Communication,” meaning they can talk to each other via soul fragments.

    By accessing the CS, witches gain the ability “Skill Possession” meaning witches can borrow mana/spiritual associated abilities of their sister witches.

    ~Witch Familiar~


    -Chubbo the Spirit Dragon

    Appearance: When visible, a little green chubby plushie-sized dragon with no wings and a witch hat to match Luna’s. In battle, Chubbo is never seen in his spirit form.

    Race: Familiar/Dragon Spirit

    Abilities: Spiritual possessor of elements.
    Note: Chubbo's elements are different than Luna's. Chubbo specializes 'magical elements' while Luna  specializes in 'natural elements'. (For example, Luna's elements do not include light/dark, thus she cannot enhance her draconic attributes through sunlight, lightning strikes, or shadows.)

    ~ A quick look into Luna’s past~

    Luna was born 1447 on Earth, in Great Britain. Though only the third known generation of her witch lineage, her mother and grandmother were powerful women tracing back to the Dark Ages, longevity sustained by draining the life essence of children. She was born of dark witchcraft, her preceding blood notorious for their condescending nature to those lacking magical descent. Consequently though, this kept her witch genes pure and powerful. Magic was apart of Luna the moment she was born; the mother that nourished her through her infant and childhood years. She never knew her real mother; she was born in a pentagon under an old oak tree in the forest. Whether her mother abandoned her or was killed was unknown at the time. The newborn was sustained through magic, which protected and provide her with warmth and nourishment whenever she cried for it. Magic was her mother, best friend, and guardian until she was old enough to control it.

    Thus for the first twenty years of her life, Luna was a lone witch. Born during the Early Modern Ages of Europe, she had the misfortune of being incorporated into the beginning ages of the witch-hunt and trials. As one of few true witches amongst the accused, she was forced to hide her craft, run from inquisitors, and witness hundreds of innocent women burn alive for gifts most of them did not possess. Inspired from the anger of such injustice and prejudice, she soon she became obsessed with not only discovering who she was, but protecting women from the ridicule and tyranny of men.
    She dove deep into the craft she so loved, striven to train herself to become powerful enough to create and protect a family of her own. However, with no ancestry to guide her or grimoires to learn from, she was raw, new, and often defenseless. She lost countless friends during these unmerciful years, and had yet to discover a true witch. She often was only spared from the hunt herself due to a phenomenal and unexplained link of the arcane to her desires in such desperate and cruel times. Yet this did nothing for her growing hatred, misery, and most of all passion for justice.

    At the age of 28 and desperate, Luna desired to create guardians. Dragons. Which once reign supreme and cast fear into men and women throughout all history. Though still naive and inexperienced in the details of witchcraft, she wrote a powerful spell to transform inorganic elements into living dragons. Knowing her magic was linked to her desires, she was arrogantly confident of its success. The night she attempted the spell, something went terribly wrong. The natural balance of the universe would not allow life to be created from nothing, and unable to control the focus and direction of such a powerful and new spell, the magic couldn't expand beyond the boundaries of her own body. The price of creating life was infusing her own body into the spell. She underwent a transformation, genetics revolutionizing into draconian DNA. Though an accident, the transformation provided Luna with the guardians she desired, all within her own body. Since then, Luna was able to cast impressive draconian spells combined with her advanced techniques of a witch.

    Now capable of overthrowing the inquisitors of her time, Luna researched and explored her ancestry without limitation. Without a name, and only her origin of birth providing any clue, and it took her many decades to discover evidence of her lineage. With the combination of spells, interrogations of scholars, and raiding of tombs, Luna finally discovered the unmarked grave of her mother. 80 years old and withered, the witch dug up the grave and discovered four volumes of grimoires buried within. When she touched the cover, the volumes burst to life and the image of her deceased mother and grandmother appeared before her. They told her the tale of her family.

    Her mother had fallen in love. After centuries of life without companionship, the ancient witch decided to give up her longevity for a normal life with a human man. And she died with him. However, her pregnancy was not influenced by his seed. There were no explanations of Luna's father, only that she was conceived in a purity of magic as both her mother and grandmother were. And like them, Luna was left to the woods to develop the bond with magic needed to guide her there. If she made it, she was worthy of the power inscribed within the grimoires. Her grandmother had failed this test, and thus their ancestry was lost.

    With two long generations of witchcraft inscribed within those volumes, Luna learned both the secret to longevity and power, accessing the knowledge of her lineage. Confident that she would never be weak again, she began her quest for a coven. She promised herself that she would never be alone again, nor would she allow her fellow witches to be ridiculed and prosecuted. With all her power, she would create a new world, a sanctuary for women and witchcraft.

    Accompanied by a familiar named Chubbo, Luna decided to search for strong women and witches to create a Sisterhood. In the 1600s, she moved to a small village named Salem and started her search there. In 1692, she experienced the tragedy of the witch trials, but through it also discovered her first fellow witch. This is witch took Luna into the true world of witchcraft. Over the next couple centuries, Luna found herself astounded by the magnitude of actual witches in existence. She expanded her knowledge through them, exploring magic and defending women and witches through the ages of the Witch-Hunt and beyond. She learned and defended witchcraft in different regions of the world until 20th century. In her fourth century of age, she felt herself powerful enough to create and make her own coven prevail beyond measure. Thus, the first generation of the Sisterhood of Witches was born.
     Luna took the coven beyond blood and mental bonds, developing the concept of the Coven's Soul. Her sister witches would not only devote themselves by word, but by soul. It expanded their abilities and made possibilities endless. With their combined powers, the witches created the realm of Luminara.

    As time went by, problems and success all came and went. Luminara was lush and beautiful. However, Luna soon developed problems of the heart. Her witches, not sharing Luna's feelings towards men and the outside world, desired life and love beyond witchcraft. Many interactions with the outside world occurred. Before she knew what was happening, the leader of one of her allied clans, named Koth, had fallen in love with her. Luna, being so caught up in the well-being of her sisterhood and in fear of following her mother's footsteps, rejected it. However, there was something about Koth that she could not abandon, and thus she accepted his devotion though she could not return his love.

    Complicated became tragic when two of her members got into trouble with the wrong people. The ultimate consequence of this was the death of her second military command, Hazel. The lost of the witch hit Luna hard; she was set into a rare rage that compromised both herself and her coven. So to rid herself of all the evil thoughts, she cast a banishing spell upon her anger. This created something Luna did not expect.

    Another entity exited her body and Luna found herself staring into her own hatred in the form of a man. This man was an untamed beast that aimed to destroy everything in his path. To prevent furthering the damage she already caused, Luna cast a binding spell on her and this man, sealing their life forces together. Not one could live without the other. Upon realizing this, the man knew he had no choice but to be at her service.

    However, Luna treated him with kindness, neither cruel or tyrannical despite her power over him. This man, who she named Malic, started to develop feelings and eventually fell in love with Luna. The witch was going through changes as well. With things in the clan peaceful, Luna had nothing to stop her feelings for Malic from manifesting. However, upon loving this man she created, thoughts of her devoted Koth and how much he had done for her in the past stabbed at her heart. She realized not only that she couldn't leave him, but she that she had fallen in love with Koth. Caught within a love triangle between Koth and Malic not knowing who to choose, Luna tried to deal with the problems of her personal life and simultaneously be a successful leader of the Sisterhood of Witches.

    Eventually it was all too much. Under the strain and emotional heartbreak of Luna’s indecision, Koth disappeared and she never saw him again. Malic thought this meant he had won Luna, but found himself extremely wrong. The bonds of the coven's soul were weakening, fragments untying themselves and witches disbanding. Luminara began to lose its magic and suffer. Luna blamed herself, feeling her weakness was associated with the love tearing her mind and heart. Without explaining herself, Luna dispelled her life bond with Malic. She vanished without a farewell and Luminara became dead and barren.

    What ultimately happened between Luna and her sisters is unknown, but the witch now makes her advent in Valucre. She claims she is willing to sacrifice it all once more to get her sanctuary...this time without mistakes. Time will tell if this comes to be.
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    An old crone just gave her this magic fur coat and it was made from some magical wolf? While this wasn't uncommon for magic items to be constructed or woven from creatures with a magic affinity, this particular magic was interesting for a canine species based on his own personal experience. Something so rare would surely be very pricey. It did not seem right for whoever this woman was to just hand over the coat. Though, it may have been the dark-haired shadow user's extensive caution at work since this coat reflected his magic, he needed to speak with this woman to know more. He may even perhaps get more clues or hints on his grey colored animal companion.
    "What did this old woman look like?" He questioned Cecilia, but hearing the shower water flowing, he figured his words were not heard. "I'll return shortly." He said in hopes that she could hear him as he once again threw his original clothes on to leave the rented room. The shadow slipped out of the room while the fox still slept upon the coat.
    The first stop was to the room next door where the captain was roomed. The captain was awake and opened the door after the young man called forth to him with a few pounds on his door. Immediately, Ty questioned the older man. "Tell me about the old woman from the store who had the fur coat."
    The elder seaman was caught off guard. "What? Unh... A wee short lass she was. Grey hair-"
    "Did she work there? Was there anything odd about her?" Interrupted the impatient younger male.
    "What's with all the questions? It was a generous gesture. Magics and all." The Captain retorted. "Is the Prin-"
    The assassin immediately raised his hand and pressed his fingers against his lips to stop him from speaking further. The man checked their surroundings. "Our companion is fine. She's washing." Clearly,  he didn't want her name or title spoken out loud. He relaxed his arm to move his hand away from the seaman's face. "I'm going to check around town. Listen out for any trouble. I shall return shortly."
    Ty turned away from the man post haste to return to the shop in which the old man and Cecilia.
     
    Tyveres entered the merchant's keep and looked around with care for any immediate threats or surprises. It hadn't been that long since the two had last visited, but he only could find one woman who welcomed him after she came from out of the backroom, likely where she resides as well, but she did not nearly match the description that he was given. Without wasting times with pleasantries, he asked, "Is there an older woman here?"
    The middle-aged woman shook her head, immediately befuddled by the question, tuned a response. "No, just me and my father run this place."
    "Do you recall seeing a young woman and an old sailor in here?" As he asked the question, his eyes panned away from her to scan the area looking for any trace of another presence. The response he was given immediately sent up red flags.
    The shop keeper showed visible signs of confusion. "I had heard there were new visitors to our small village, but I assure you you're the only I've seen recently."
    His eyes snapped back on the woman. He scanned her for any visible signs that she could be lying. Seeing none he had one last question for her, "I see... One more thing: is there any legends around this area pertaining to wolves? A white one in particular?" The woman shook her head, still confused by the questions. "Thank you. I shall return in the morning before we set off." With that, Ty walked away from her and didn't bother listening if the woman continued to talk. Green eyes looked around the place looking for any other signs. As before back in Genesaris, he used his tracking skills that he learned long ago. He was able to find subtle footprints of the Princess and the Captain from when they were here. Since this small village doesn't really get a lot of traffic, it was easier to find. Scanning the wooden floorboards, he could see the two sets of footprints, and then as if out of no where, there was a third set that seemed to only exist in the small area around the other fur coats. There was strangeness with this situation, a first for him.
    The shadow user left the store and left to the outside as if hoping for a miracle sign to provide him with some logical explanation. The snow was beginning to fall in the area and visibility was declining as the air became dense with a fog. Just before he would turn back to return to the inn, there was a faint glow off in the distance up the hill. Without hesitation, the warrior ran toward the glow with his leather boots crunching lightly over the bits of packed snow that already formed from the heavy chunks of snow that descended. It didn't take him long to come within a safe distance of it. His eyes could see a silhouette of a person enshrouded by cloak of light as dull hue of the son that was looking at him. In the cautioned state he was, he drew his blade from the sheath on his back and crouched down in a defensive stance. "Who are you? Did you give my companion a white fur coat?"
    There was silence at first with the exception of the howling winds picking up and brushing the loose snow flakes across the land. Tyveres was unwavering although the wind along with the snow stung his cheek and nose like an ice snake's bite. A single movement occurred. A raise of the form's arm was followed by words that rung and echoed through the air originating from the faint being. "Warrior. Keep the Princess safe." The voice did not have any familiarity to it. 
    "How did you know she was a Princess?! Who sent you?!" He roared out, after all, he was fighting the whipping winds.
    "The darkness will always rival the light, but one cannot exist without the other." Words rung out once more except these words were followed by the aura erupting with a flare as brilliant as the sun. Ty closed his eyes and shielded them with his hands and when he opened them, he was back in the room of the inn. He was sitting in a mediation position on the floor in the open space. The clothes that he threw on before he left were back in their original position. If it weren't for the fact that he could still feel the sting of the cold upon his cheeks, he would have nearly believed that he had never left the room. It was at that moment that the tanned, amber skinned woman emerged from the facilities fresh from her shower.
    "There's still warm water. I lost track of time." Cecilia assured apologetically. 
    Her words seemed to snap him back to the reality that he was indeed back in the room. He picked himself up to his feet so that he could wash up too. "That's okay, Princess. I did too." He approached the washroom.
    "Hey, why were you asking about the coat?" She continued before he could enter.
    He turned to her as she was petting Kimi who had still been laying on the coat. "Curious why someone would relinquish something so precious. It's dense with magic. It will come in handy on our journey."
    Ty closed the door and removed the various articles of clothing that had remained on his form. Soon after, the water was running and his chilled, beige skin was being treated to a blissful stream of soothing, warm water. With eyes closed, the events that unfolded couldn't help but rush through Ty's mind. It was true that the Shawnee lands were heavily saturated with magic. Who that aura hidden person was, the calculated assassin had no idea, but he pushed it aside from his mind and focused on scrubbing the grit and grime from sailing for days off his chiseled muscles and dirty, black hair.
    The water was shut off after he felt cleansed and refreshed. His clothes were washed and hung to dry next to the Princess' as well. He hadn't taken nearly as long as his companion, but by the time he exited from the washroom, he could see that Cecilia was sound asleep. His beige skin, slightly blush from the heat of the water, was still steaming with droplets of water both resting and rolling down his pecs and abs to the towel that was wrapped around his waist. His hair was also wet and slicked back. He could see that the Princess fell asleep on top of the blankets of the bed. He walked over to her side of the bed and gently scooped her up in his arms, hoping not to awaken her. It was much easier to maneuver her with a good portion of her hair missing. Manifesting a shadow vine like before, Ty had it pull back the covers, being careful not to get to close to the fur coat, and he gently placed her back on the bed and on her side with her head on the pillow and facing his side of the bed. The black rope-like shadow pulled the blanket back over Cecilia up to her neck.
    For a short moment, he looked down on her resting. "I will keep you safe." He said under his breath, mirroring the words that still echoed in his head from the glowing being. He still didn't necessarily trust that magic enveloped thing nor did he trust the magic coat that she was entrusted with, but for now their objectives were inline. Ty returned to his side of the bed to slide under the covers and rest his wet head upon his own pillow. He drew in a deep breath through his nose before closing his eyes and exhaling to relax his body and fall asleep, laying on his back. The two of them would need as much rest as they could for they had that long, enduring road ahead of them.
    ---
    In the morning, they would part ways with the Captain; Ty would need to buy their necessary hiking supplies which would include (but not limited to) a tent, roll up beds, and enough dried meats and water to last for a few days as they go through the mountains. He would also need a fur poncho to provide extra warmth during the storms. He did happen to see that the village had a stable with horses hopefully for sale to speed up the journey. He was given funds by the King's representative when he took the job, but not enough that would have lasted this long. Most likely, he would spend all that remains for this final trek, then they would be on their own unless they could secure more funds by other means.
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