Heaven's Spire

"Ah, no, it's not broken. This isn't the first time it's done something like this...."
she trailed off at the end of her sentence, as if reliving some memories rather not relive.
"But thank you, and I understand if you dont want anything to do with me anymore...I'd be like that in your position."
She grinned widely and waved.
"Have fun with wherever you're going~"

Spica didn't believe a word he said, 'Whatever makes you feel better. I'll have to wait a see.'


It was refreshing to hear he knew the name; yet disappointing to hear he knew nothing about it besides that. 'Hard? Please. When you've been taught by the greatest witches alive, that word loses all meaning.' She pushed the herbs further into her concealed pocket.

'Crystal manipulation, barries and illusions.' she listed them off, holding up each finger as she went. 'If you want to know more than that, you'll have to see me fight.' She flicked her wand, and the crystal block shaped itself into a seat. 'Now go on and find someone else to talk to. A person who is unaware what greatness that is the Society needs not speak to me.'

She then turned to Pumilus. 'Don't you have other people to talk to, tin can? I like to stay away from drab as much as possible, so if you could take your unimpressive appearance and your new buddy somewhere else, that'd be great.' She poked his armour with her wand. 'Boy, you're short.'

She smiled at him for a moment, in truthfulness finding him to look rather cute even for her standards and sat back down. 'Shoo.'

Sparrow tilted his head from side to side. Had his one team trouble seeing? He shuffled his feet before speaking again, hoping the noise would be of assistance. "Yes. My name is Sparrow," the Glimmer nodded. "Do you have names that I may know?"

Sparrow then blinked at the interruption. Nobody he had met thus far had questioned his race, he had assumed that everyone knew what Glimmers were. Then again, he knew not what race the creature before him was either.

"I am a Glimmer. We are crystal and light. Please do not be scared, Glimmers are helpful." He did his best to try and calm the recruit down using his own experience. Hopefully this answer would be satisfactory.

Murm looked back and forth between the two, watching Uldrix's reaction to the small glimmer. Once the avenaudi had given its name the man leaned forward slightly, giving a light bow.
"You may call me Murm Lumi, it is quite a pleasure." He smiled softly at Sparrow, then went silent opting to observe the interaction between the two.

Uldrix started to reach out towards Murm when he bowed. "You are fall--?" Murm righted himself, however, and Uldrix was left standing there awkwardly with an arm halfway towards the man. "I am not good at this." He stated, pulling the arm back and trying to find something more substantial on the glimmer for him to focus on.

Name: Myrri Lakoin

Age: 15

Personality: Wary of others, Myrri tends to choose one individual to become close with and trust. Myrri has very little knowledge of her lodestone's abilities, but will incidentally trigger them when she becomes angry. Myrri has a quick comeback for nearly anything and loves to argue.

Fighting Capabilities: Uses a poison lodestone, she can cause hallucinations as well as deplete enemy mana supplies. When angry, her fighting skill increases, but so does her lack of control, meaning that if she loses her temper she may cause more harm than intended. She has one small gun that shoots blasts of reddish-purple light that, when they come into contact with a target, will cause the individual to do one of three things, either lose some of their mana and energy, give them hallucinations, or cause them to become momentarily paralyzed, depending on the gun's setting. Aside from this, she has no other weaponry and uses the somewhat questionable fighting techniques that she picked up on the streets.

Backstory: She was the youngest child in a small group of traveling rouges, a motley band of people who chose to steal for a living. When she reached the age of fourteen, Myrri was told to steal a lodestone from a rich couple in order to become fully accepted into the caravan of thieves. She successfully stole the stone, but instead of bringing it back to her family she wanted to keep it for herself, as the stone had unearthed her longing to be someone powerful and feared. She wanted to be able to rise from the poor social class she was born into, and saw the lodestone as her path to glory. In her wandering she came to Rhimeglas, and on her way through the city Myrri saw one of the reward posters and decided to join the team, as the money could help her become powerful.

Additional Info: Myrri hates being looked down on and will pick a fight with anyone.

Physical Appearance: Short black hair, oddly bright blue eyes, wears a torn tunic and a pair of brown quarter-length pants. Light brown belt with gun holster and several pouches to store stolen trinkets. Wears a bracelet with lodestone on it that is long enough for her to insert into her gun while still keeping the gem attached to her hand. (I'm sorry I don't have a picture yet, I'll upload one soon)

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Myrri walked down the street, glancing at and assessing anyone who crossed paths with her. She sped up when she saw an eloquently dressed man emerge from a side street. She fell in line behind him and pulled a small gun out from its holster. She placed her lodestone in the corresponding slot on the gun and aimed it for the spot man's shoulder blades. The gun fired, it's near soundless shot of light striking the man on the back. Myrri quickly put the gun back in its holster and ran up to the man. He looked dazed and had stopped walking. He stood in the street, frozen mid stride. 'Thank ya very much' Myrri said mockingly, reaching into the folds of his coat and pulling out his wallet. She began flipping through the contents, but found it very sparse of cash. She sighed and was about to pocket it when she saw a small square of paper. She pulled it out and opened it. '10 000 000 gold, that's quite the reward. I might just have to be a part of this'. She spun around and dashed towards the city's edge and the train station she knew to be there. She stopped suddenly, spotting what looked like a robotic harpy flying above the city, and adjusted her direction. Soon she stood on the edge of a large grassy expanse. A little ways off she saw a redhead talking to a woman with what appeared to be robotic arms. She walked forward slowly and saw the same reward notice tucked under the woman's arm. She must be Freyja, the group leader. Deciding it was worth a risk, Myrri stepped forth to introduce herself.

Freyja had been paying attention to the fights when a mew face appeared on the battlefield. "Another child..." she muttered to herself as the girl approached, the flier tucked beneath the girl's arm. Freyja waved at her and grinned. "Hey kid, you here to join the search party too? If so, the name is Freyja Hlin. I'll be your leader for the expedition. What's your name?"

While she waited for the girl to answer, she looked towards the sky once more. It was now starting to fade from blue into a light orange. They'd have to head to town soon. No telling what sort of wildlife might want to attack the group, should they stay out any longer.