"That... is the smell of escaping the city" Landon said with a laugh. Then he leaned forward with a suddenly sober and grim face, "you remind me of someone", he spoke with a low tone and stared at him as if he was a thousand miles away, then he shrugged it off, took another sip, and burst out, "Eh?..... Changeling? Trust me, I've seen plenty of strange things but that.. hah... might be a new record"

Order moved into the doorway and peered out, waiting for the next arrivals.

"None of that matters now. What matters is whether or not you can fight. I will expect the both of you to show me whether or not you can..but later."

"But now.."

Order slid a large trunk from underneath one of the cots.

"You will need to arm yourselves for the rebellion."

An assortment of arms and armor rested inside of the deep trunk, all with different colors and styles, but all bearing the unmistakable insignia of the ouroboros.

The insignia of Chaos and Order.

Izabel stood up retracted her blade, pulled up the hood of her cloak to hide her face, then started making her way to the bunker. She kept an eye out for more guards to see if any more happened to follow her. She smirked as she approached the door of the bunker
"Now let's see if anyone is home"


Ella and Celia climbed out of the stream and started ringing the water out of their clothes.
"We need to find shelter and get our clothes dry."
She pulled out a piece of paper from her cloak
"We need to find this bunker, I found this note a few days agon. This could be the answer to our freedom"
she looked back in the direction they came from
"our towns freedom"
she looked back at celia and smiled
"Celia..."
she knelt down and pulled a small dagger from the basket she had with them and handed it to celia
"I want you to have this to keep you safe, its small enough for you to carry but i want you to be very careful with it ok?"
Celia took the dagger from her mother
"Okay, I will"
Ella smiled
"Good, once we get far enough and can get ahold of some weapons I'll teach you how to shoot a bow"
Ella then stood up
"Ok lets find this place"
She and Celia made their way through the woods...

Order quickly slammed the trunk shut and flung open the door to the cabin.



"Welcome, new arrival. You take care to mask your steps. Not well enough yet, though. Join the others and find yourself a fitting piece from that trunk. All you need is one with my insignia. You may keep the rest of your gear."

Izabel looked up at him
"How did you know I was...nevermind"
She looked over at the trunk
"What is this for?"


Ella noticed a building as they were running through the woods
"Celia over there"
She pointed at the bunker
"I think that's the place in the note"
She grabbed Celia hand and started running towards the bunker.
"Please let this be the place and not a trap"

Chaos sat back pressed against the metallic bedframe, sword centered against his shoulder and resting between his legs. He held the sharp edges of the sword. Dressed in ironclad and draped with a robe to conceal such. His gauntlets sharpened. And eyes ever-so ominous. He was shrouded in shadows, invisible to the human eye, he shifted and made very slight noises.

Visions of war were embraced within his thoughts and a burning hate for humans gathered along with his brother only made his anger thrive, "Silence!" he shouted. A bellowing, deep tone echoed through the room, he was napping until everyone began to show up. Finally, he shifted his body placing his booted feet on the floor. The sound of armor clangs, and footsteps shortly ensued, stepping from the darkness. Revealed a Long black haired, black eyed, armored figure. His sword lifted from the floor, always in a striking position.

He examined the group of people that were currently gathered together. What he saw was disappointing, more reprehensible than his own immortality. He stood quite close to his brother. Showing an immediate resemblance, except for hair and eye color, though hate was abundant. He would protect him from anyone else trying to kill him. After a brief moment of standing next to him he marched around the room silence. All that was heard was his walking.

He started with Albany, He looked him, her, it. Down, only for a moment. Even as a male he had delicate features. "Not war hardened, More than likely no skill, All it has is magic." he blurted out loud. Chaos judged harder than his brother when it came to militias. Stepping next to Albany was Izabel. He stared her down longer than Albany. "A women, An assassin, Useless." Finally stepping away he walked to the alcoholic. And smiled deviously, it was more so to spite Order. He gripped onto the drunks shoulder and squeezed with a fair amount of pressure enough to cause discomfort. "And... What might your name be?"

Turning his head back to Order he spoke. "Is this all we have to dispose of, An alcoholic, An angry assassin, and a transgender who can choose his sexual organs at will? If you ask me, we look more like an unorganized circus act than a militia." he turned his head back to the drunk. Releasing his shoulder as he did he awaited a response.

OOT: Changing my weapon to this.

Spoiler:

They had tortured him again.
Throwing him against the walls, burning him, seeing and murmuring about his screams of pain.

When they left, he looked at the sky and knew it was time.
He found his favorite patch of wall, scratched at it until his fingers bled - and finally. Just... finally. A crack.

And the light of a full moon shone through onto Marvel's face, and the scent of freedom and blood consumed him.

Izabel didn't flintch when Albany was at her side asking her to be his lover or her friend
"I prefer to be alone"
she answered. When chaos approached them she stood with caution. She glared at him as he looked her up and down studying her. When he called her useless she became annoyed which clearly showed on her face. When he was finished talking she then looked from one man to the other
"What exactly do you mean by 'dispose' of and whats this about a militia?"



Ella and Celia ran up to the door and started pounding on it Ella's muffled voice could be heard from the inside
"Hello is someone in there?, please let us in. My daughter and i wish to seek refuge here for the night."
She held onto Celia hand hoping someone would answer. She pulled out the note that she had found and spoke to herself
"please let this be the place in listed on this paper"

Order looked towards the door, letting out another sigh.

"How pathetic this bunch is. Truly. I have a feeling it will get no better."

Order swung open the door and looked at the duo, greatsword in hand.

"What do you want.' he spoke callously.

"Three...two.." he began counting down to slamming the door in their face.

"Well, Order. You're the brilliant mind in having any hope in humans. You still believe in equality I bet." he heard Izabel intterupt him, she sounded annoyed, and so he turned around and was greeted by a similar countenance. He cracked his neck, only to stare her down again, it was truly an ominous gaze.

"If you have an issue, with How I speak so lowly of you whelps I suggest you try doing something to prove to me you're not useless. You're the only one who has a problem biting their tongue . So tell me, assassin, Why did you think it to be a good idea to have a temper while meeting a militia." His attention was briefly broken, and he shouted."Come In!" to the newcomers. Turning his attention towards Albany he gave a similar treatment to it.

"Do you want me to validate if you're a powerful mage, Or do you just call yourself one? Either way I don't give a shit. You want to prove your worth do so, And dont be modest, humble, or anything synonymous. Your strength will only be shown on a battlefield."

Chaos thought Albany to be a non fighting type. At least when words were exchanged, however he expected Izabel to react shortly. Which is why he was deadlocked eye to eye with her.

Izabel just simply blinked still annoyed at how he spoke to her
"I just asked a simple question, I don't know anything about this militia you speak of"
She didn't take her eye of him in case he tried something, she had put up with enough this evening and she wasn't about to let him attempt to push her around. She had enough bruises from the abuse she had put up with at the prison and it was obvious on her face, from her swollen and bloody lip. Which had be split open from being backhanded, as well as the bruise that started to develop near her eye.
"Is it a crime to ask a simple question?"

"Than maybe, You should learn to read, or even research why you're here. A question shouldn't be asked so openly by an idiot who neglected everything. Can any of you st least once impress me?! It makes no sense to me why people are so negligent." he turned his attention back over to Albany. And smirked.

Raising his slowly he seemed to make palm that said stop. Almost immediately he launched him back, the book fell to the ground once it was knocked from albanys grip. Once it hit the ground a heavy yet small pile of earth covered the book, making it impossible to get out.

"We are not your enemy. We want the same thing you all do, Freedom. But if you disallow us to push your limits physically, mentally, and emotionally, than you may as well die, or go back to your cells. You may have made it here alive, However that doesn't mean you're the strongest to arrive, or the most cunning. Luck and opportunity was on your side. Now if you'll excuse me."

Chaos began to walk towards the door, giving the opportunity for Albany to get her book again. She wanted to be flashy, she got flashy in return. Finally once he approached the door, He moved enigma out of the way with a harmless shove and opened the door. Pulling the lady into the bunker.

"STOP POUNDING ON THE DOOR!"

Chaos released Albany's book from the restraint of the earth.

Izabel spoke out
"I saw a bunker in the woods, I was seeing if it was abandoned when he answered the door"
she looked over to order then back to chaos
"Considering you have no idea why I'm here, I believe that makes you the idiot. Talking about reading and researching why I'm here. I know why I'm here. I didn't neglect anything. You were the one to quickly assume I'm here for a specific reason, which I have no clue of what you speak of with all your militia talk, and your speech of freedom"
She narrowed her eyes at him
"I am just trying to figure out what the hell is going on here"

Order let out a deep sigh.

"I have had ENOUGH!" Order kicked a nearby across the room, causing it to explode into a cloud of wood scraps and splinters.


"You people are the worst excuse for warriors I have ever seen! Why should I even bother to save your lives!? From what I'm seeing, you all deserve the life you are in! So shut your damn mouth, and keep it shut until I ask you a question! Understood!?"

Orders muscles twitched and tightened while he waited for a response.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!"

Izabel crossed her arms
"Fine with me"
She simply stood there an waited wondering what all this talk was about. But instead questioning it she decided it was best to wait and hope that she would get some answers

OOT : i dunno what happened with ella and celia since there was a confusing of posts. so im just gonna leave it as them still standing outside

Ella heard all the arguing from inside the bunker and quickly moved Celia behind her as if to protect her. She kept a hand on Celia shoulder
"Did we come at a bad time?"

(OOT: Sorry if I'm a little late for the party.)

Name: Leonidas (goes by "Leon")
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Weapon: Katana
Strengths: Strong and fast, has trained for years with a sword
Weaknesses: Has no practical combat experience, no ranged weapons

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Leon's hands were shaking as he wrapped up his family's katana in cloth to keep it hidden. Even though it was passed on to him when his father died and he had been training with it for a long time, he had hoped that he would never have to use it in a real fight. But after reading the note that was left at his door, he knew that the time was coming when he would have to draw that sword and use it to kill other human beings, a thought that shook him to his core. The sword itself had been through many battles and had been used to kill many people, but the man who held it now has never taken a life before.

"It's the only way...I have to find this place and join these people, or everything will stay exactly the same. We can't keep living like this. Somebody has to do something."

He kept packing his things while reassuring himself. After putting his supplies and his sword into the bag, he thought to himself for a minute about what else he could bring. He looked over to a table where his musical instruments were, a lute and an ocarina.

"Hmm...I know that a great swordsman shouldn't bother with things like these, but..."

He reached over and picked them up, putting the ocarina in his bag and slinging the lute over his back.

"...Since when have I been a great swordsman, anyways?"

The truth is, despite the fact that he was descended from a line of famous swordsmen, he had hoped to become a bard by trade. There was no chance of that happening now as he prepared to set out on his journey to join the rebellion mentioned in that strange note he found. He took one last look around the place he had called home. He sighed deeply and looked towards the front door.

"I guess this is it."

He opened the door and stepped outside.

Name: Lloyd
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Weapon: Two Handed Sword
Strengths: Strength and has had years of practice
Weaknesses: Alcoholic and impulsive


Lloyd slowly opened his eyes as he awoke from under a tree. He had spent most of his time lost in this forest and was running low on food. Getting up and shaking the tiredness away he grabs his sword and goes on his way deeper into the forest.


OOT: Sorry if this wasn't that great of an intro to my character. I've been having a bit of writers block