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[Prologue : Fated Encounters]
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It's the first day of spring, the snow has thawed, the flowers are beginning to bloom, and fauna are just coming out of hibernation. To many, spring is a time of rejuvenation and restoration. But to a monster, it is a time to be on alert for early rising hunters. Those who reside in The Barrons are usually in the clear, but wandering monsters or strays are easy pickings for a seasoned hunter. The only areas of refuge being places humans dare not tread out of fear and superstition, such as The Witching Woods, The Grey Forrest, or The Barrons to name a few. On this day however, the Brava family and some members of the M.H.G are out in full swing. Although hunting separately from one another, the two of them seem to have set their sights on two different locations... The Guild has got a supposed lead on the Lord of Monster's whereabouts somewhere in the southern regions of the Forsaken Sector, while the Brava Family are hunting down strays in The Witching Woods. As for the Army, they are looking into an troubling investigation about some savages running wild in the northern areas of the Common sector, while a second faction is engaged in battle with a pack of werewolves in the west within the inner border of the Uncommon sector. Emperor Edward is currently dealing with his usual duties in the Noble sector in the City of Manna, reaching him is impossible without some kind of appointment made before hand.

With so much going on at once, it's hard to forget just how massive Zanathine is. As well as believe that the country is at war with it's own people, but not all is doom and gloom in the world. Yarren, a town just on the southern clearing of The Witching wood, is holding a festival in celebration of the first day of spring. With Rumors of Brava activity in the area, monsters are (Needless to say) quite weary while taking part in the festivities. But on the hand, so long as they stay in groups they should be fine... or so they tell them selves. Thankfully though, it seems that the Brava family are not here, so they can enjoy themselves in peace knowing that they are safe. The festival itself is truly massive, covering nearly the whole town (safe for the residential districts), those taking part can pay with either yuld (the currency of this world) or barter with other items to purchase or trade goods with the stalls and restraints taking part in the event. Games, shows, competitions and more await all who come to the town of Yarren. the festive will last for one week, so be sure not to miss it!

[Draigg] - Town of Yarren - Southern plaza

Slowly treading into town after a week of traveling alone, Draigg looked upon the festival with a mixture of cation and relief. On the one hand, a crowd this large meant that trouble can sneak in at any time, and the noise would make it harder to detect any would be threats. On the other hand however, this is a place he could unwind for a bit. Take a load off after days of walking and little sleep. The fresh food and enticing drinks were just too good to pass up, he could stand to stay here a few days to recoup. Draig had some leftover provisions he could trade off, as well as some yuld he got a few days ago after beating down some rather rude bandits. "So it's true what they... Spring really is a time of restoration" he would say to himself with a smug little reptilian grin, as he made his way towards the bustling crowd. with his hood up, and covering the entirety of his face, it would be unlikely anyone would know what he is. And with it's Anti-Magic properties seeing through it would be nearly impossible, not to mention anyone fol enough to attack him with magic would end up having their day ruined in a very big way. Though nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Draigg decided that his first order of business would be to find a hot meal, and enjoy one of the shows being played. He got him self a roasted leg of mutton, and found a nice play to enjoy... Little did he even know... it was going to be about himself (much to his own mild dismay).
 
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Thistle Thisbe〛- Town of Yarren - Outskirts

A gentle breeze nudged the branches of the redwood Thistle was perched upon, sending faint vibrations down the wooden limbs. The air was alive with excitement; music, laughter, and warm breath of spring. The smells of freshly baked bread and sizzling meat too. It was enough to make the Witch Queen's mouth water. A part of her smiled fondly with the urge to join the good people below. After all, the spring festival was Thistle's favorite celebration of the year. The woods would be green again and alive with its promise of hidden treasures and groves. Oh to be a child again, racing through the undergrowth without a care in the world. Thistle allowed herself a moment to reminisce, taking in a breath of the rich air. Time sure flies. When Thistle's eyes opened again gone was the young, reckless witch. Thistle had new responsibilities now. People to protect. And uninvited guests to greet.

Turning her back to the festivities, Thistle peered into the woods. After a moment a hum of magic filled the air and the Witch Queen chanted, "Noble master of skies, lend me your power, grant me your eyes so that I may scour." The wind leaped in response, swirling madly around the Witch Queen before snaking into the sky. A voice answered her call, a piercing shriek that split the skies and sent the the underbrush mad with scurrying feet. A shadow passed over Thistle and from the gaping blue maw of the sky between the branches a golden feather fell. Thistle plucked it from the air, trailing her fingers along its sturdy spine. "Thank you old friend." The offering glowed, hovering within Thistle's palm before her heart as she summoned its power. And suddenly Thistle was flying. Amber eyes gazed listlessly into the woods, scouring its depths from above upon golden wings. "Let's find us some Brava ass to kick."
 
"He's around here somewhere" Said the leader, the group of around thirty strong moved through the crowd and towards the festival border. The gang of warriors soon walked through the market following a hooded figure who had stopped by a shop to sell some beast pieces and materials. The leader signaled for them to stop and hid among the crowd "Follow him, we wont end up like the rest this time he dies" Without a second thought they silently followed their prey. He was tall yes, and big but they had numbers and a grudge to settle. Plus the pay was to damn good to refuse.

Once they reached the border the group sprung into action. Encircling the beast the leader laughed "Good! Now it should be easier" The beast looked around, red eyes glowing from under the hood "Thirty Two" A deep yet relaxed voice said. Drawing her blade the leader chuckled "What was that?" She asked as the group inched closer "There were thirty two last time. You are two short. Oh well" Dropping his cloak did they clearly see their foe. His tails splitting he quickly went to work. His barbed tails split open the unprepared hunters and showered his skin with blood. In the first few seconds he had dispatched of nearly twenty. The few remaining he ripped apart and devoured. He gripped one and ripped him in half cutting off his scream of terror. Using his spear he had dropped he cut down the rest now satisfied the ground lay painted with the dead. However when there was one left he turned and felt pain. Looking down he see his bottom jaw cut from his face and laying at his feet "My group may be dead but i am not so easy to kill!" Shrugging his shoulders he gurgled as he tried to speak. "What was that? Ready to die?" she mocked. Sighing Khan rolled his eyes as his body made a new lower jaw and tongue, it gave a loud pop as it secured itself where the old one was "Impressive, that actually stung a little" Khan backhanded the fear gripped warrior, making her tumble and hit a stack of crates. Bloody, and hurt, he picked her up and found she was still alive "You are a strong one" He said slightly amused

Cracking his neck Khan held a human skull in his other hand and looked at it like it was alive "They thought they could take me. The pay must have been enticing. Maybe they could have, but now they saved me the trouble of haggling for a meal and eat them like i ate you" Turning to look at the leader in his grip and licked his lips "You aren't for eating little welp. I need a messenger. I can't visit your master anymore so do tell her i am doing well will you? Oh, and tell her to send more, i am bored of her small hunting groups" Dropping her Khan gave a sinister grin looking at the bodies. He ate several of the slain boots, buckles, and all. All while watching her limp away into the distant crowd and hive of sounds. Dropping the skull he started towards the trees hoping to get back home before he was confronted again.
 
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[[Moki]] - Town of Yarren - Center of Town

With the wind flowing through his fur, Moki scampered up the walls and leapt from roof to roof as he looked down at the festival below. He had never seen so many people in one place before, and the variety of sights to see made it hard to not be excited. After pilfering a candied apple when the attendee wasn't paying attention, Moki climbed up a pole to rest on the tent in the center of town. There was a certain relief that came from this place, like everyone was releasing their tensions all at once.

However, as Moki finished the last of his apple, a cry was heard from some part of the town. People were scrambling away in terror, but Moki couldn't see what it was through the twisting of the buildings. Throwing the apple core away, Moki jumped and leapt from person to person towards the excitement, fueled by his morbid curiosity. When he ran out of people to ride, he ran on all fours until he was able to peek around a corner at the carnage. There he found a great beast feeding off of a group of humans.

The hair on Moki's arms stood on end, and his tail swung back and forth as he watched the creature. While fights weren't uncommon in the Uncommon Sector, this was a massacre, and clearly a one sided battle. Moki didn't want to engage the creature, but he didn't want to let it loose to ruin the mood of the festival as well. Picking up a stray knife that had been knocked away during the struggle with his tail, Moki climbed a nearby lamp post and watched as the creature began to move away.
 
A figure clad from head to toe in white and red walked into the Southern plaza where the festival was taking place. While most people would be singing, dancing, and enjoying the merryment of the festivities. Such was not the case for the Templar known as Solomon. His eyes carefully roamed the crowd as if looking for someone, though none would be the wiser to his intentions.

Since returning to Zanathine, the knight had begun investigating the empire's dangerous criminal underworld. Looking for any leads that may help him in finding the Brava crime family. He had heard numerous rumors of their notorious monster trafficking operations, the very thought of such slavery putting a sour taste in his mouth. So being the agent of justice that he had sworn to be, he decided to hunt down and put a stop to their nefarious ways. But He knew it wouldn't be easy, destroying a highly influential and organized syndicate would be nigh impossible without insider information. If he could squueze just enough information out of one of their footsoldiers, he could start working his way up the criminal ladder. Which put Solomon where he was at the moment. He knew that a night such as tonight would be the perfect time for the crime family to hunt down innocent monsters. Since everyone was too busy enjoying the festival, no one would pay attention to their activities. No one except him.

Solomon moved through the crowd, trying to be as inconspicous as possible. Unfortunately, his bright armor makes him stick out like a sore metal thumb. Making his way to the outskirts, the knight begins hearing chattering in the distance. At first he thought nothing of it, perhaps a drunk had strayed away during the celebration. But after hearing the pained cries of anguish, he knew better. Quickly running to the scene, he witnessed a gruesome sight. Bodies and entrails were scattered all over the ground like bloody confetti, one of the victims was even missing their bottom half. The sight made him grimace in horror and disgust. He was so caught up in the brutality of the scene he almost didn't notice the tall, lizard-like creature making its way towards the tree line. Quickly deducing that the monster was the one responsible, he unsheathed his sword and took in a sharp intake of air.

"BEAST!!!" The knight shouted loudly, trying to catch the creature's attention. "Art thou responsible for this slaughter!?!" He questioned the monster while gesturing to the bodies with his sword.
 
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Khan turned to see who could be addressing him. In truth he hadn't expected any more Brava's. But upon looking at him, there was no way in hell he was with Brava. Unless they started becoming devout warriors. Which.......no fucking way. Keeping himself from laughter Khan looked at the remaining bodies he had not eaten "Well you say slaughter, i think the word your looking for is banquette. Now these worthless thugs can feed the creatures they enslave. I would say poetic justice but i hate poems" Walking closer he had no fear as he approached the man but he always made sure to inspect his surroundings. Stopping a half a dozen paces from the man he faced towards the city he had noticed a spy. Or rather a monster he had not seen in his minor scuffle.

Noticing the monster's details and position he deduced it wasn't a threat. Returning his gaze back at the man his tails still detached each flicked and moved with interest or slight excitement like a cat. He looked at him and gave a slight growl "So tell me human, art thou going to be a pain in my ass?" Brandishing his spear he lodged it in the ground by his feet proclaiming he wouldn't back down. He may not hate the human, not yet anyway. But he sure had guts. He was willing to fight him even after seeing the mass group he slaughtered. Maybe this day would be interesting. His eyes narrowed carefully watching the human for any movement he made. Tails and head blade glowing a more vibrant red to act as a threat display, helping intimidate those he fought. As the stalemate held he caught himself wondering if the human was a talker or one to speak with actions. He was curious indeed.
 
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Thistle Thisbe〛- Town of Yarren - Southern Plaza

One might believe that searching for a group of thugs in the middle of the woods was akin to finding a needle in a haystack. Even with an eagle's eye view. However, in Thistle case, all she needed was a little hint. Like loud screams. That always worked. Turns out, something already crawled its way into town. "Oh fuck." Thistle cursed, blinking reddened eyes from their trance. "Of course they'd crash that damn party!" The Witch Queen turn and leaped from the branch, dive bombing to the forest floor. A mixture of chants and curses rained down behind her, willing the feather to gift her with a graceful landing before it disintegrated. As soon as her boots touched down she was off, rushing towards Yarren. People were bleeding out from alley ways and stair wells in an effort to escape the carnage beyond. At least the bastards would be easy to find. Thistle crouched, her palm pressing down on her thigh where a circle of green light sparked.

"Hex Circle IV activate!" The spark ignited and crawled along Thistle's legs and as the muscles uncoiled she shot into the air. The roof tiles cracked with her impact but it did little to slow her down. Dashing from roof stop to roof top until her gaze befell the chaos. Blood soaked into the streets, trailing crimson ribbons from eviscerated remains. The smell of iron and copper tainted the festival air. Two individuals stood center; a gleaming knight and a monstrous beast. A quick assessment of the bodies quieted one fear; these were not the bodies of innocent villagers. Perhaps the Brava forces she had been looking for. First thing's first, Thistle needed to stop this. She had an idea what possibly happened but didn't want to assume the worst just yet. Her top priority was getting villagers to safety. Perhaps she could place a barrier to try and contain the violence.

Lawrence Ainsley〛- Town of Yarren - Market Stall

The festival had been pretty nice. Plenty of people had flocked to Lori's stall to purchase goods and his pockets were growing heavy with yule. At the rate it was going Lori could have closed down early and happily drowned himself in ale and beer. In fact Lori had been counting on it, BUT some JACKASS had to fucking shit all over his perfect plans. On the other end of the plaza a frantic frenzy of people broke out and sudden everyone was running away with their yules unspent. The smuggler had half a mind to gut the fucker himself but ultimately decided that was his cue to leave. These kinds of commotions usually drew unwanted attention and the last thing Lori wanted was a Guild member breathing down his neck.

"Ah, screw this shit," He cursed, pulling out a cigarette and lighting the damn thing. His eyes glanced over the goods the still remained, debating if they were worth the effort of packing back up. Lori could probably ditch the wagon and just load the mule up with the most expensive goods and be on his way. Scowling hazel eyes glanced over the wreckage left behind on panicking marketers and a sly, nasty grin revealed a point canine. "Might as well snag a few spoils on the way, it would be such a waste to leave all," He chuckled darkly.
 
[Draigg] Town of Yarren - Southern Plaza

All seemed fine and dandy for a while, the food was good and no one was even THAT annoying to Draigg. The play may not be starting for a while but at least the crowd was entertaining enough, like an unintentional side show. That is until, the smell of blood and gunpowder filled the air, it was feint but Draigg's sense of smell was strong enough to pick up on it. Something was amiss, and most of these people likely didn't even know what was even going on. it was probably nothing, but instinct demands to investigate. "So much for relaxing..." Draigg sighed, finishing his meal with slight agitation. He would then leave his seat, and began to search for the sent of whoever or whatever it was that was giving off such a distinct odor. The play wasn't going to start for a while anyway, Worst case scenario Draigg would miss the first showing and would have to wait for the next one. For now though, time to hunt for some troublemakers .

Thankfully, he didn't have to search long, as he approached an back alley the sent of death and gunfire grew stronger. Preferring to not draw attention to himself and to not be picked off so easily by what ever was the cause of this disturbance, Draig took to the rooftops using his raptor-like agility to leap up in a single bound. Once he was on the higher ground, Draigg continued to follow the trail. Eventually he found the scene of the crime, and it seems like the second act was about to start. A sizable reptilian creature with long prehensile tails was standing down what seemed to be a mere man in knight's armor... The Former spoke in a way of malice and death, while the other spoke in the manner of Order and Justice. It's like the plot of a comic book, with the one morality staring down the other... Perhaps Draigg will get his entertainment after all. Though he was alone on the roof, he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched, so much for stealth. Around that moment, he felt smethng warm and fluffy brush up against his left leg, a very small something... "Mew?" cooed a small tuxedo kitten, as it purred against Draigg... He never could figure out why these things like him so much, but so at least they never tried to kill him. So he scooped the little on up and placed him on the top of his hood, of which the little cat made it self at home and cuddled up on top of him.

Draigg returned his attention back to the dispute between the man and the monster, silently strafing until he was some what perpendicular to the empty space between the two, meaning if he had to step in, all he need do is put down the kitten and jump. Draigg was unsure as to whether or not this will devolve into a fight, but if it does... THEN he will intervene.

[Lauren Brava] The Witching Woods - The Nothern Sector

Hunting was going well for the Brava team in this area, they've already set up a mobile camp and have captured a werewolf and his shewolf. though something was still troubling Lauren. Gamma team, a squad that was supposed to be hunting in the south side of the forest, hasn't reported in through communications... Were they experiencing interference? Was something Wrong with their radio? She didn't quite have the time to find out, and sending a crew to search for them could take days. But sadly, she didn't have many options. "You there, Tracker... Gather some of the hunters and send a search party for Gamma company. See what it is that's making them not report in like the other teams." She would say, giving orders to a rather tall man who would comply to her demands. The hunter gathered some troops and started heading south, it would take a few days but in the mean time... Lauren and the rest of the Brava syndicate had some hunting to do
 
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The hair once again rose on Moki's arms and back. Once the knight had prompted the beast, the creature returned and gave off so many warning signs that Moki's tail looked more like a toilet brush. Feeling the tension in the air, as well as the inevitability of a fight, Moki threw the dagger he was holding into the air and bit into the blade, shattering it into pieces. Before the pieces could fall, Moki opened his mouth again, but this time a vortex seemed to pull the pieces into the creature's mouth. With a gulp, Moki's body shone with a brilliant light as he began to transform.

Moki grew from the size of a cat to the size of a toddler, and his white fur morphed into blade-like quills. His entire body shone with a metallic sheen, and his eyes seemed like view ports for the armor that was his body.

Moki leapt from the lamppost that he was perched on and morphed his tail into a lance, which pierced itself into the ground a few feet from the knight and the beast. Landing on the ground near both combatants, Moki made mewing sounds at both of them, trying to warn them not to fight so close to the town. He was unaware of the others watching him, but he rose his arms in a defensive position anyway, his sword-like tail swinging back and forth excitedly.
 
Solomon stared down the beast with determination. He had not expected the lizard to speak, and with such articulation, despite it being quite vulgar. During his long travels and adventures, he had defeated countless abominations and feral monsters. But in that time, he learned that a creature that could balance both a feral nature and an intelligent one was something not to be easily trifled with.

Tightening his grip on the sword, Solomon prepared to answer the creature’s question with a slash of his sword. But before he could attack, a metallic entity fell in front of him, anchoring its javelin-like tail into the ground. Taking a few steps back out of surprise, the knight observed the newcomer with suspicion and weariness. He had never met a creature made of metal before. Was it an ally of the beast he had quarreled with?

Staring down the shiny scaled monster, Solomon got into a defensive stance. “What art thou?” He commandingly asks, only receiving strange mewing sounds in response. Since the metal creature wasn’t attacking, neither would he. As he examined the situation before him, the Templar realized that the metal monster was trying to communicate something. Actually, if the thing’s body language and mannerisms were of any indication, it would be appear it was trying to defuse the situation.

Solomon glanced to the lizard creature for a moment. “This thing has committed a massacre, look at its face, it has eaten their corpses,” He told the newcomer while gesturing to the bodies around them.
 
Looking at the new arrivals Khan had analysed them like he did enemies in the pit. How they held themselves and what his instincts told him. The smaller one by his feet was not labelled a threat but his.....ability? To change was noted. A strange one but it wasn't the strangest. What held his attention more was the one who was farther away. In the pit he had several occasions where he found an enemy that could kill him. He beat them but the amount of doubt varied. The more doubt the more he was cautious. But this one.......he felt like it wasn't all on display. Like something wasn't seen but he best avoid. Growling he turned his head back to the man.

He had been annoying. Such a child, like he was the worst thing out here. But when he was gesturing the the new smaller creature he made his move. With his four tails he shot them at the knight faster than the eye could blink. With that they each wrapped around a limb. Though this did make his prey hurt it was the spike hooks each tail had on the underside that made this a popular interrogation skill for him. Though he hadn't broken through the mans armor with them the sound of scrapping can be heard as then made contact with the steel armor. As his tails wrapped a few more coils around his shins and wrists Khan brought him closer. His blood stained lips and teeth a few feet from the man. Before he had been mocking him and even laughing. But now in its place was a deep rage in his eyes and cold malice in his voice "You want justice for these people? You want Justice for the people the Brava's employ? Look around, this is their justice 'Holy Man' " He said loud enough for those nearby to hear. Mocking his rather strong hold on truth and all that other crap "When you have suffered at their hands for years you can talk to me about Justice. When you have slept for years in the constant pain and fear from them you can speak to me about whats right. You haven't made a friend then forced to kill him for others amusement have you? Tried to help someone then be tortured for days? Have to kill a little girl because you didn't have a choice! Until you have experienced everything i have i need you to do one thing........and that's FUCK OFF!!!" Letting go of three limbs he held the man by one wrist now and tossed him away snarling. Looking at the smaller creature and the rather dangerous one he huffed. Grabbing his spear he didn't engage only turning to leave then saying to the holy man "You may think there is Justice in the world. There only is pain. And i choose mine. You need to wake the fuck up" Walking towards the trees he had a constant grimace on his face as he had stayed far to long here. They may already know where he is. And he was in no mood to play games anymore.
 
Thistle Thisbe〛- Town of Yarren - Southern Plaza

Thistle was ushering the last of the straggling citizens away through the alley when the standoff behind her reach a fever pitch. The Witch Queen whipped around in time to witness a metallic beastie drop from above. It appeared to be conversing with the knight but Thistle was too far to hear. Looking around one last time the queen crept forward in a defensive stance, ready to engage if need be. Thistle was only a few yards away, near enough now to catch the last of the knights words before the large monster struck. She didn't even have time to cry out a warning. The knight was strung up into the air by strange tail-like appendages and for one horrifying moment Thistle thought the beast was going to tear the man limb from limb.

The queen readied a spell to assist but hesitated. Did the beast say Brava? Amber eyes darted to the bodies. Up close Thistle could see their uniforms, see the Brava's insignia. Her gaze jumped back to the beast as it spoke, his words turning her blood to ice. Thistle had heard stories... terrible tales of what became of monsters captured by the notorious gang. Was this one such monster? It would definitely explain the horribly mutilated bodies.

Thistle didn't have much time to ponder the new information, it seemed the beast had his say with the knight and decided to spare him. "Shit!" She cursed, shoving her hand into her jacket. The queen pulled out of scroll and flung it open, swinging it around like a net and tossing it onto the ground before the airborne knight. "Sorbere Impulsum!" The scroll glowed and the spell upon its pages expanded, forming a transparent net for the knight to fall upon. It couldn't stop the fall but it could absorb some of the impact. Thistle didn't imagine falling in a suit of armor would be very comfortable, especially on stone.
 
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[Draigg] - Town of Yarren - Souhtern Plaza

This was getting ridiculous, even for Draigg. First a blood thirsty monster threatens a noble knight with his grey sense of morality, of which the knight clearly was opposed to. Them a strange cat creature comes out of nowhere and starts transforming into things, was it trying to intimidate them? That human is three times their size, and the beast is like six times bigger. THEN, the monster strait up attacks the knight out of agitated aggression. Granted it wasn't a fatal strike but it didn't seem to tickle either. And now there's some trace of magic in the area, and who know's which side the caster is on... That tears it, he needs to get involved... If things spiral any more out of control then this is going to draw a crowd and innocent lives are going to get hurt. Draigg transformed under his cloak, though his face was still hidden enough to hide his identity. He looked for the most open spot in the middle of the chaos, somewhere where it would be noticed, and spat out a fireball as a warning shot to get everyone's attention. "That's enough, are you TRYING to cause a scene? Do you want to deal with the Guild and the Army on top of the Brava family? there's a time and place to fight, now and here is neither of which." he would say to the combatants, as he leaped down from the roof and onto the small circle of charred cobblestone where his fireball struck. standing much taller than most of the individuals here, Draigg's presence would be one that may warrent respect... or at the very least compliance. He would take one last moment to survey the situation, and make sure there was no one else going to drop in unannounced... it doesn't seem like it at the moment. "Now then, why don't we all take a step back and calm down... we can dissolve the issue at hand much faster with cooler heads rather than steamed ones." Draigg would say, with calmness and composure. now all he need do is hope they are in a listening mood. The Knight seemed to want to talk peacefully, that much seemed true. But given what happened, the biggest concern about him would most-likely be if he was even still conscious. Then there's the magic user, who every they were they were skilled... But magic isn't going to work on Draigg should this devolve even more into a fight. Thankfully though, it didn't seem like they wanted a fight to begin with. Next as the cat thing, it's skills of metamorphosis seemed troubling, but Draigg could help but think he's seen a power like that before... But where? Finally there was the bigger monster, he could be a problem. Those tails have a long reach, and those muscles look powerful. If Draigg wanted to calm the situation, then dealing with him would have to be his top priority.
 
Many things were going on at once, most of which Moki didn't understand at the time. His attempt to diffuse the situation didn't go so well, as the beast tangled the knight in its tails and intimidated him. Leaping up and grabbing at the tail, Moki strained to try and free the knight, but the beast barely noticed his presence at all. Once they landed in the net, a fireball exploded, revealing another figure in a cloak. He wasn't much to look at, but Moki's instincts were buzzing with alarms: whoever this guy was, there was power behind his actions and words.

In a flash of light Moki reverted to his normal form, then turned his attention to the knight. He inspected the wounds that the spiked tails left, and purred with worry. Assessing the knights situation, Moki approached the hooded figure. He spoke of ending the conflict, which was what Moki wanted in the first place, so he sat at attention and intended to listen to what the man would say.
 
Solomon gasped as he was thrown away like how one would toss garbage. As he hit the ground, something cushioned his fall but not by much. If his armor wasn't as lightweight as it was, he would've suffered severe physical trauma from the impact. Gritting his teeth in pain, the knight appeared slightly dazed as he stumbled to his feet. He had been tossed around many times by physically superior individuals, this time was no different. Picking up his sword, which had landed a few few away from where he landed. The man prepared to chase after the lizard to retaliate before a voice stopped him. It held immense authority, the kind that demanded to be heard and respected. As the knight listened, he realized that the stranger was right. In his hastiness to fight, he had forgotten that they were still in a civilian populated area.

Solomon looked down for a moment before putting the sword in the sheathe on his back. Kneeling, the holy warrior crossed one arm over his chest and looked over to the stranger and then to the small creature that seemed to have lost its metal scales. "I apologize for inciting the conflict, when I saw those bodies, I feared that the monster had killed a group of innocents. I did not realize they were apart of the Brava crime family. And I didn't take into consideration that a fight would most likely hurt bystanders," The knight spoke before getting back up. Solomon could sometimes make rash decisions when he is overwhelmed by certain emotions. It was a flaw that he was trying to fix.
 
Thistle Thisbe〛- Town of Yarren - Southern Plaza

Thistle held her breath when the knight landed, concern painted on her face but after a few seconds the hardy warrior jumped back to his feet, shaken but not too badly injured she hoped. Crisis averted, the queen allowed her magic to disperse, watching as her scroll disintegrated as well. Looks like she would need to make another. Putting that thought aside, Thistle finally turned to face the latest newcomer, brows rising when she assessed the charred ground at the hooded figures feet. Not to mention the massive pressure that seemed to coat the air. Power. Great power, and it seemed to be coming from the stranger. Her eyes glanced down at the small creature, metallic bristles gone, sitting before the cloaked figure quietly. It didn't seem threatened nor did the knight speaking before her seem wary of conflict. The queen allowed herself to relax some and finally step forward.

"No need to worry sir knight, I saw to it that any bystanders caught in the fray had escaped unscathed. Save for minor scraps and bruises no one was injured. In fact I daresay you gave me time to help the stragglers escape, thank you for that. Most souls would have run at the grisly sight." Thistle assured with a warm smile. Had one of the villagers been injured Thistle wouldn't have forgiven herself. She was thankful for the knight's intervention, anyone less hardy might have met a far worse fate than jarred bones. Glancing down at the remains of the Brava forces, a frown pulled on her lips. "I would have liked to discover their reasons for entering the Witching Woods, though from what I witness it would appear the rumors were correct. Hunting monsters for their blood sport...," She wrinkled her lip in disgust. "I wonder if there are more." She mused, troubled. Can't have any monster kidnapped under her projection. The Witching Woods was her territory and Thistle would be damned if no one felt safe here.

The witch queen directed her attention toward the stranger now, head cocked slightly with unabashed curiosity. "Thank you for distilling the situation, good sir. It's not every day that a beast such as that walks away from a fight." Thistle mused aloud, quirking a smile. "Who are you stranger?"
 
Khan had stopped moving when the words were spoken. The words of something beyond just a monster. Looking back he glared at the monster that had breathed fire and stood in his cloak. He hadn’t feared him, or at least he had never admitted it to himself. Staying within the Shadow of the trees he growled softly as his view went to the Holy Man. His growl slowly grew but he hadn’t made a move to attack again.

Every bone in his body and instinct over the past year had said staying here was wrong. It wasn’t safe and it would only lead to an annoyance. That being said he felt compelled to watch and listen. However as he did so he started to observe.

The one who helped the Holy Man was female. Skilled with magic if she was someone he had not seen. It madd him think of the tales of Witches. However when she wondered of more he chuckled “They are dead. It will take them a day at least to get another group that size here” he had only quarreled with magic users once or twice so he wasn’t to keen on fighting her. But as his eyes went to the mystery fire breather he waited for what was to come. And hoped it wouldn’t be boring
 
[Draigg] - Town of Yarren - Southern Plaza

With the heat of the situation starting to cool down, Draigg let out a sigh of relief and spoke to the unusual group. "Oh good, it would seem you are all capable of civility..." he would pause to turn his gaze to the larger creature, who seems to understand that Draigg is stronger than he looks, but still seems itching to start something. "... Or at least to an extent of the word." he continued, returning his attention to the others. So the caster was a female, probably a witch of the forest... or so Draigg would assume. They seemed friendly, and polite. The knight sounded Male, and had the demeanor of your typical righteous holy man. Nothing Inherently wrong with wanting to fight evil... But to Draigg, in this day and age, the concept of good and evil couldn't be any more grey. The cat creature seemed intelligent enough to understand what Draigg was saying, and if it could do that then that was good enough for draigg. He would then respond to the woman, who inquired who Draigg was, "I'm just a wanderer looking for their place in this... Spiteful... World we live in." he paused again, this time to crack his tail... for no real reason other than to limber up as one last piece of insurance should the big guy get any ideas. "Though I have gone by many names.... Demon, Freak, Lizard, Traveler, Hero is something that's become more and more common, and some drunken fool had the nerve to call me 'Broken'... I'd rather you call me by the name I was given from the start... Please, call me Draigg."
 
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As the woman revealed herself, Moki let out a soft purr. She must have been the one to save him and the knight, and all he wanted to do was snuggle up against her leg like a cat. However, a faint growl from the forest brought him back into reality, as the creature could be coming back to finish the job at any second. Looking up at the one called Draigg, he noticed something that not a lot of people did when they were around Moki: he was paying attention to him.

When Moki would often enter homes or restaurants, most humans would turn a blind eye to him. Even now, the Knight and the Witch were talking above him as though he was a simple house pet waiting for treats. However, this man's brilliant green eyes met with Moki's... and stayed there. With all the power at his disposal, and the scar on his face representing his struggles in life, this man still found time to respect others.

It moved Moki so much that he stood up on his hind legs, met the man's gaze, and pointed to himself.

"M...Moki. I..... am..... Moki....."
 
Solomon gave the stranger and magic user a courteous bow of respect before introducing himself.
"Greetings Sir Draigg, I am Sir Solomon Baratos, last herald of the Templar Order and warrior for the common people. Your actions of peace and compromise have earned my respect, I am at thy service," He spoke formally, standing tall and proud.

the knight glanced over to the forest where the lizard escaped to. "I'm unaware of that monster's intentions, even if the people it killed were violent criminals. Who's to say the beast won't kill innocent townsfolk?" He spoke, his voice filled with suspicion at the possible implications. He knew just from the brief conflict he had that the creature could very easily kill anyone he wished with very little trouble. Solomon knew how hard it was for monsters in the empire. But regardless of the kind of people the group of now deceased criminals were, if word got out and reached the Noble sector. The authorities would undoubtedly use the massacre as fuel for the fire that was burning between monsters and humans. Whether both sides liked it or not, the world was changing. If it's for the better or worse has yet to be seen.