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Organization Name: Squad 14 Mission: Protect the souls of Europe, the Americas, and Africa; purify the hollows in those areas; augment the forces of the Soul Society; act as an experiment for the expansion of the Soul Society's influence in the World of the Living. Members: Captain- Knight Squires (John Squires); Subdivision, North America; Current status: Vizard, Human world United States (US Army Ranger)http://knightblood.deviantart.com/art/Knight-Shikai-307957544 Lieutenant- ???; Subdivision, Western Europe and British Isles; Status: ??? 3rd Seated Officer- Lucia Herrera (Lucy Hunt); Subdivision, Central America and Caribbean Islands; St

Chapter 1, The Defector Port City of Mirabel 904 A.J Almost 4 years have passed since the fall of the mirabel blades...leaving many of the church’s orders now outnumbered by monsters and bandits alike. Leaving the city of mirabel a crucial target, this port city was watched by the Mirabel Blades Until Asmodeus’s assault on the castle. The only defense of this trade hub was a band of young squires, aspirants of the city’s sole lord, and the castle’s only occupant. “Haven’t you heard about what happened at Castle Kree yesterday?” a squire spoke to his comrades “the entire Providence was annexed

Secondary Council Chambers   "What in the blue blazes is goin' on?" demanded Grammi.   "An' who's this kid?" Gruffi waved at the pleading Lucki, still grasping desperately at Councilor Wooddale.   The councilor's face -- all of them in fact -- had gone white as flour. The knights were no help either as they tore outta the room without a word.   Finally, the one with the title Flurryfeather answered. "I... I apologize. You're our guests but with this new emergency it's best--"   "I'm Lucki, Lady Bane is currently possessing me, and now Emi's gonna get both Cubbi and my sister if we don't stop her!" the green-furred cub got out in a r

Mad Followers of a Mad King “Are we being punished?” Jeremy looked up from his meal at his fellow squire.  Hannah sat with a look of utter displeasure on her round, homey face.  She had hardly touched her shepherd’s pie, nor more than a sip of her ale.  It was good ale too.  Jeremy hated to see it being wasted.  He couldn't help but smile at his friend's sour expression.  “Of course not.  King Alistair knows it is important for us to have breaks from time time, and to have a chance to bond with one another.” “You already like me, yes?” she asked, prodding the crust of her pie. “Of course,