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Build: Runner Political Rank: Paramount Class: Escort High Class: Scout Speciality: N/A Sparked: No Mage’s Path: No Mage’s Exaltation: No Equipment: -- Weapon: Basic Offense Weapon (Borrowed) -- Head: Divine Head Armor -- Chest: Divine Chest Armor -- Saddle: Divine Saddle -- Flank: Divine Flank Armor -- Leg: Divine Leg Armor Set Bonus: +20 HP Stat Block: _________________________________________________ ||| HP 60 || ATK 10 || MAG 5 || SPE 8 || ARM 25 ||| _________________________________________________ Abilities: ♦ Light Footwork The reosean is passively immune to the Prone status effect and they gain +2 armour. Skills: - N/A

(Collab with Salem on Discord) *** Roenden was a continent full of different landscapes, all connected by the abundance of snow and ice. Many of these were populated despite the harsh weather, but only few would stay within the icy deserts of it. A couple of wanderers would pass it every now and then, but no actual civilization. Sometimes, those wanderers would get lost and disoriented in this endless scape of white, with no point to focus on and use for navigation. They would move around for hours until they came across another lost wanderer. Or so they would think. Mercer would overpower them, steal their goods, and chase them off into the desert with nothing but their life to cling on. His hideout was deep inside this desert, hidden within a large labyrinth of ice underground. The constantly low temperatures had caused permafrost, and the ice would become hard as stone. Using inks and coal, Mercer had painted the walls of his crawlspace black, so that in the event of intrusion, he

Eliphas' leap twisted his body gracefully over a pink-hued crystal nestled between the sparse grass at the rim of the festival. He dived between those who were walking or standing still, making a beeline through the crowds towards the stables in the distance. The smell of fresh hay-filled his nose as he arrived, as did the noises of animals within. A large wooden sign upon the front of the barn read "petting zoo," and a small burgundy rooster was perched upon it. The vayron nosed in, skipping past the pay-to-feed station and onwards to the pens containing goats, sheep, and pigs, among other things. *** 'Where could she have gone now?' Though Naros dejectedly, having lost sight of his smaller companion in the hustle and bustle of the fair-goers. Oh well, she was bound to make trouble soon enough and he'd surely be able to find her then. In the meantime, he might as well enjoy himself, he decided as he made his way to the edges of the fair, avoiding the worst of the throng. Looking