"Anomalous signal found, send recon, Entity squad" The Salvations voice rang over the speakers, sweet, childlike and always calm. You were late to briefing to fix a issue with your power armor, so they kept it short because your squadmate was already in the dropship bay. Investigate, report, DO NOT ENGAGE UNLESS NECESSARY. Short and sweet as you memorize the words making your way to the dropship hanger to your indicated craft stepping into the sleek vehicle your blood runs cold as it was "Her." Heather Leingod, daughter of the infamous leader of the Ravager Squad, Zieg Leingod. She is known as Frigid Dagger a Class A magic user, while you were still a class C (Pick your magic/ability, have fun!) Being the daughter of a powerful ice mage she was blend of the best from both parents, ruthlessly efficient, known for her cold demeanor, her icy blue eyes scanned the holographic screens, running diagnostics, twirling a lenght of her periwinkle hair, the doors shut and seal as she just rolls her eyes at you. "Probably for being late" You thought to yourself as you take a seat. The ride to their location was silent as the only sound was the engines and the boom of the atmosphere being broken through. Heather was meticulously checking her gear and R.O.A.R making sure the emitter was clean as the sudden shift in momentum indicates their landing as the door opens as humid air blows into their faces as they walk out into a jungle like world as the strange structure stuck out amongst all the natural life around it. Nothing came close to the structure, not a single creature of any sort as it stood ominously like a obelisk of a Enigma.

It was 8 months.... 8 months since she left you in the rain, heart torn from your chest as you watched her leave with someone else something about wanting someone "Less boring" But everything was going well... You thought, as you made your way home, clutching at the small velvet ring box in your coat pocket. Some might say it's karma. During the 8 months you've seen her and her new boyfriend but she was different, remembering how she used to cling to your arm excitedly. She walked just behind the man, eyes downcast as she walked silently. Something wasn't right. And she never wore makeup before but yet her eyes were caked with foundation. To hide the bruises. And the way she always wore large sunglasses even when it's cloudy. To hide the swelling. One fateful day on your return from running errands. There she is. Standing at the door of your apartment, nervously she spots you and with slow, hesistant and tentative steps approaching you, shame and guilt heavy in her expression.

"PLEASE DON'T, MOM! DAD!" She knew then that they didn't care, smiling like devils as they counted the coin in the bag as they sold their precious little girl. Now she understood what that word really ment, she wasn't their child... She was a investment. Sold off, to a cruel Noble years passed as she listlessly preformed everything asked of her, sinking in a deep depression often disassociating from the world with a blank stare. Broken. Alone. With dwindling hope. The only good memory, a boy she used to know and play with, he was kind and gentle as the memory of their games of tag kept her sane. What happened to him? Her life was a endless series of phrases. "Yes sir" "No sir" "Please stop sir" Her body a tapestry of old and new bruises. One night everything came to a head. Her master a portly noble in a particularly foul mood downed his third bottle of wine became agressive and unruly. Not this time, she knew what was coming and she was prepared as the Nobel raised his arm she struck forward with the dagger she kept tucked in her clothing, stolen earlier that day. It was quick, as the deed was done. "What have I done?" Panic strickens her as she just killed a Cornelian Nobel people will come looking when they find what she did. She knew she couldn't stay in a blind panic she ran during the night and day. And night. And day. Legs ached, the soles of her feet, cracked and bleeding her chest burned like frozen fire, lungs exhausted, she kept her eyes locked on the largest body of water she has ever seen, a thriving village next to a large port on the coast. The Meridian.

It was 20 years ago at the age of 4. she still remembered the news broadcast of a mad scientist successfully released a mutagen into the atmosphere, humans all over the world got infected with it slowly...people changed. Too bad she can't remember her parents... The first few years was the culling as half the population couldn't survive the mutations but those who did only had a 25% chance of maintaining their humanity the others...became something else. Her life was hell, spent hiding, running away moving from human encampment to human encampment narrowly escaping death with each narrow escape. Those who were lucky and stayed human gained supernatural powers, some could fly, some were super strong each power seemed almost chosen at random for each person. She lucked out. Those who weren't lucky...became monster almost as if their bodies couldn't handle the change and became creatures as they became hulking beasts and twisted mockeries of life. One... By one.... Humans fell by their numbers. She ever since she developed her powers, has walked alone ever since learning that large numbers of humans tend to draw the creatures. Countless times she watched camps of what remains of humanity fall prey to organized swarms of creatures, a sight so common she's only just glad she wasn't in that camp. So she walked alone. Clad in a mishmash of tactical gear scavenged from dead soldiers. Not that it actually helped much but she thinks it makes her look more intimidating, keeping humans at a distance. She survived by scavenging the ruins of the city, bathing in rivers, fishing because hunting makes too much noise. A chance encounter. After a forested ambush. The sound of the bloody battle drew the attention of another. Pick your power. Be human. Resist extinction. Have fun?

"Aye, a new face" *She scarfs down another bite* "Wanna make some gold? My last partner bailed on me along with his balls!" *She guffaws loudly* "I just need a decent warrior, swordsman, with my impenetrable magical defenses and blessings, I can make you faster! Stronger! That's if you have the stones to go after that 'Damned Puppeteer'" *She unfurls a scroll to reveal a hand drawn image of some gangly creature with a bulbous head that was split down the middle with a large strange eye*

It was 5 years ago... You noticed the missing person's posters of the face... You were only 17 years old and your best friend vanished without a trace. No body. No video. Lost and never found. Without a clue until you remember a promise to check out the cave in the forest just outside town. A promise you didn't keep. Maybe she went alone? The years passed, you spent all your time searching, pushing your body to the limits to seach every, nook and cranny searching for something, anything to bring closure but nothing until you find a crag. Small enough to fit a child as you focus, dropping everything on yourself so you can squeeze your way, fighting of claustrophobia taking measured breaths you squeeze into a chamber, the smell of mushrooms fill the room as cracks along the bottom edge glows ominously. You place your hands on the floor, it's warm and smooth as you place your weight on the floor. The cracks grew brighter as you fell, falling downwards, with a thunderous cacophony of cracking wood? The descent was a fever dream of hanging on, mixed with brightly colored mushrooms standing like redwood trees as you rode in on a cap of a dead version of them. You look around and feel to touch a trunk of one of the mushroom "trees" before a spear whizzes by your face, it's blade perfectly placed between your fingers.

War is hell... Your mind floods with memories of your old squad and they pyrrihic victory that resulted in their sacrifice to the cause. The machine never stops... And neither do you. After being reassigned to a special unit know as the "Iron demons" rumors have only been heard about their commander known as the "Demoness" was known to be ruthless and cruel with those under her command. The truck bed you sit in slowly comes to a stop as you hop out in full combat gear, you are greeted by a young private to a training ground, firing range obstacle courses as your eyes land on her. It was Reimei, your childhood friend, you two were inseparable and did everything together, she was your first relationship, as the memory of prom floods your mind old emotions begin to bubble from the depths of your soul, the music, the dress she wore... The kiss. until the war started and conscription tore you two apart. But here she stood, but she didn't look the same, clad in a black specialized combat armor, her normally cheery face was replaced with a scowl set in stone, dark violet eyes that lost their shine bore into you as if to probe your very soul, noticing a scar above her temple hidden under her brown hair, it looked recent, flesh still pink. You did what you thought was the right thing. "Hey Reimei it's me..." Oopsie doodles. The next thing you remember is a heavy fist to your jaw as your world flips as she has your right arm pinned under her weight the cold steel of the barrel of her M1911 against your neck

Living in Ragunna city, a intricate and ornate city standing in a sea, roads were replaced with canals with creatures called echos in the shape of fantastic swimming creatures with seats for passengers as other echos take the form of childlike stuffed animals, singing songs, playing instruments and entertaining the public as they smile and clap as childen cheer and join in. The sight made her smile, when her and her mother would walk their way to their favorite restaurant "Trattoria Marghertia" the smell of the food, a stove echo named "Bakie" and how her mother would often describe the food, but she didn't care as she was happy to stuff themselves full. That was 25 years ago... Rovani now gets by working as a clerk at the the Averado bank. Things were great until there was a rumor about her father, the looks of admiration mixed with jealous glances from others. But like her mother she carries on, strong doing her job dutifully and professionally rembering her mother's words. "Work will keep coming. Don't forget to live a little" As she does, as she makes her way through a canal as the finned echo chirps and squeaks in excitement as she counts the saved up monnaie, in her purse as the smell of old Marghertia's cooking, makes her smile as she thinks of her mother, often too busy with their work, but reminded them of the precious moments they shared together.

It's your first day on the Scorched Earth Squad, you get up early, get dressed in the armor, like a uniform, you feel confident as you step out your barracks, weapons ready, you step into a drop ship as its gravitational drives thrums as you get a good view of the neon cityscape of Respite, a the futuristic city us a jewelr pf a city as other flying vehicles humming about like flies as the ship stops people living normal lives. The dropship lowers it's rear platform to reveal Penelo and her weapons waiting for deployment as she stands impatiently in the drop pod.

Arriving at the Cornelian kingdom in search of conquest and gold, hearing rumors about a vibrant kingdom pouring with gold. It was not. It was desolate, people huddled around dilapidated building, gaunt faces of children staring through windows, you notice everyone is human, no elves, orcs, half lings or hybrids. The atmosphere was oppressive and hazy, the glares from the knights in red made the hair on your nape prickle as you decide to abandon the idea of staying there leaving the kingdom. Maybe better luck in Awen? Just have to travel through the Na'Moore forests, the idea of camping in the forests filled with monsters and undead feels better, wasn't the first time. Coming to a clearing at the edge of the forest you spy a tired looking elf woman, resting on the ground, she looked lethargic as her dull aqua eyes as a spark of...hope? Flickered in her face.

T.G.I.F! Time to get away from that hardass of a CEO that's always demanding efficiency and breathing down everyone's necks, the thought makes you shudder, being responsible you meander your way through the city, neon signs lit the streets as the nightlife was abuzz. Hearing a place called "Poolie's" where billiards is free on fridays you enter the establishment, filled with people, drinks in hand, a group of people are watching a game of pool between some dude and...her that same hardass CEO was dominating the poor dude, sinking solids and embarrassing them with a skilled double point corner pocket to sink the final eight ball, they crowd cheers and jeers for her as she grins with pride. Her eyes search the room but they see you, the only familiar face she reconizes in the bar, he gaze lingers on you for a moment before she turns to leave to order a drink from the bartender.

In the magical world of Terrania there was the progressive kingdom of Awen of the great plains in the east, the pinnacle of magic and technology of the time, where many different races live together with civility and earned respect. Just south of Awen there was the cozy village of Gael where the residents have been the object of fascination for a certain Gobletté the way humans and the other races interacted, the way they used fire to make their food smell better, how they used pleasant smelling stones in the rivers that became slippery when wet the way they lived in cozy lit cottages it was the polar opposite of how she lived, foraging for berries or digging for scraps at night, sleeping in cold damp caves, she wants that life, so she gets a idea. Seemed clever at the time. As per Goblin tradition if a Goblette successfully pins a Goblin to the ground they become mates for life, so by her logic if she can pin down a male of another race they will have to become life partners and then they would have to take her into the village where she can live the life of comforts she often fantasized about. Precariously perched in a tree over a often used dirt road she sets her ambush, heart full of selfish desire as she awaits her potential "Suitor" wearing the clothes she stole from some traveling nobels daughter. The day was long, shoulders aching from the work, you (Any race) meander down the old dirt road that led back to the village, a snap of a twig gets your attention as the last thing you see is a green blur falling towards you, the force from the collision sends you stepping backwards, tripping over a jutting stone you fall, the world spins for a moment as you land hard on your back. Blinking away the stars you look up to see a Goblette with the biggest grin on her face, framed with wild black hair pinning you to the ground with the look of triumph in her wide green eyes.

Nestled between the magical kingdom of Awen of the great plains and the Cornelian kingdom of the R'aal mountains was the dark forests of Na'Moore, within lived a well established adventurer who's life was about to change. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she ran, after witnessing the Cornelian kingdom round up other's like her and executing them, she can still hear her parents begging for their lives before they forever fell silent under the axe. She fought, broke free and ran into the forest, not after taking a arrow from a pursuing hunter. It hurt but she was determined to live, to survive. The pain from the arrow in her shoulder, pain lanced like white fire down her arm with every step as she ran for her life from the Cornelian hunters through the dark forest, branches snagged at her fur coat, scratched her face and legs, roots loomed in shadows like devious traps, she was lost but alive. Guided by the smell of smoke she keeps running that direction to find a quaint cabin, windows were alight she didn't stop to think as she barged through the door. The adventurer (You) almost dropped their ladel into the bubbling soup pot, heart pounding from the sudden intrusion of a wounded woman with dragon's horns on her head, eyeing her panicked expression you notice the blood dripping down her arm.

Drones buzzed around the workshop, scanning broken down APCs and sleek tanks with their armor gouged and blackened from heavy energy weapons Kieara stood hands on her desk as she read the incoming diagnostics, she rubs her eyes as she can feel the stress already begin to build. Just another day on the S.S.F. Salvation A notification pops up in her messages, she quickly opens it and reads the string of texts "Due to increased workloads..." she mutters to herself as she reads. "Apprenticeship program..." She slams her fist on the desk in frustration. "Great now I gotta babysit and worry about repairs?!" She sighs and sits in her old desk chair as it creaked a bit. Steeling her resolve as she looks around at the chaotic atmosphere of the drones beeping and buzzing, the endless strings of diagnostic information scrolling down the screen she decides finally, maybe, just maybe she could use the help as she gets up to finish her job on engine repairs. Making your way to the mechanics bay you are greeted by a drone, its round smooth surface flashed a exclaimation mark as it's little steely pincers grab you by a finger and begins to tug at you with urgency. Picking up the pace you enter the mechanics bay and try your best not to laugh at the flailing pair of legs sticking out of the exposed engine as well as a string of curses and explaitives. "God dammit just turn already!" There's a moment of metal creaking then a sudden thud as her legs go stiff as she squeals "God damn rachet slipped....Ouuu my knuckles!" She hops out the exposed engine shaking a bloody hand, fishing a clean rag from her back pocket she speaks as she wraps it around her busted knuckle.

It's been a long day tomorrow is your day off from your work. Tucking yourself away in bed you think about the dreams that started only a few months ago. Dreams about a particular pale skinned woman, eyes like rubies set in marble with white hair like driven snow. No matter the dream, weather it's some grandiose fantasy adventure or something as mundane as a dentists appointment she was always there by your side. It freaked you out at first but the dreams were always pleasant so you kinda... Just accept it as a part of life and moved on. This dream was intense a entralling adventure to save a kingdom from a dragon, using your bravery and blade as well as the magic from the mysterious woman they bring the dragon down. The alarm rang bringing you back to the real world the morning arriving earlier than you'd like. Groggily turning off your alarm. Like any other day. Like any other day you arrive at your usual café their coffee was strong and just what you need. Upon entering you freeze as there she was, the mysterious woman from your dreams. The two lock eyes for a moment as she almost drops her coffee from the suprised and shock

The guild had again nothing, no jobs, halls grew empty as the poor guild maids were bored out of their minds gossiping how adventurers have grown to hunting beasts to sell their valuable parts to apothecaries or exotic collectors, with another day of the inn to pay for and with a stomach as empty as your coin pouch you decided to take your chances in the forests of Heir'Nar, A mysterious forest, north of the Awen Kingdom, where beasts roam freely and many adventurers have gone missing forever. The forests were spooky and dark following along a wagon trail to...somewhere. Strange calls and sounds keep you on edge, weapon in hand the trail eventually came to a large field with a large well made cabin a coop? With strange flying lizard creatures zipping about, large wooly cow like creatures and your blood grows icy cold as you see it, A Mashko! A rare and powerful reptilian beast it towers over a average man standing at twelve feet tall lanky arms with powerful fingers ending with hooked claws, famous for being bloodthirsty man killers you raise you weapon to prepare for a charge from it! But... It just eyes you curiously, chuffing softly, cautiously sniffing at you as it lowers its large serpentine head, eyeing the sword in your hand it shakes it's scales as a warning but doesn't charge as the tense moment is interrupted but a womans voice nearby as the Mashko snaps it's head to the woman as it immediately runs over to her to stand behind her, leaning its head over her shoulder defensively.

It was subtle at first, strangers on the streets crying about how some god named Hu'Throg and how their lives were changed, days passed and entire crowds were drawn to them like sheep, there was a lull of peace and prosperity for a few weeks until those happy smiles turned to malicious grins and looks of paranoia. Then the riots, the murders the kidnappings, Rumors of sacrifice was just a sign of the hell to come. Then the monsters came, twisted abominations of what used to be human, lower jaws ripped away from their necrotic skulls, eyes burning like embers of hell in their empty sockets, their arms a amalgamation of overgrown bones forming blade like protrusions to rend and tear through flesh and steel alike. That was a year ago, the city left for dead and dessicate as time passed as the bodies of the monsters slowly lost mobility and power. You are a survivor that is running away from a monster as they flailed and twitched towards you, climbing a rusty fire escape ladder as it crashes it body towards the ladder causing you to fall and hit your head hard! Darkness follows with the sounds of someone fighting.

She was 6 years old. The memory or her watching from the rescue shuttles window of her city engulfed in flame and blood after being swallowed by the chaos of Hu'Throg's twisted abominations. The strange soldiers in their white armor, the ones who pulled her out of hell itself, scared her as she was escorted as the sole survivor of her family, with many other refugee's to a supermassive starship with the letters "S.S.F. Salvation" Emblazoned on it's hull. Processed as a refugee she was taken into the foster care system of Respite That was 16 years ago. Haunted by her trauma, riddled with anxiety she spent her childhood in a constant state of flux, from foster home to foster home, never feeling she belongs anywhere she eventually manages to run away and take her chances in the neon cityscape of Respite a technological marvel of a metropolis at the core of the S.S.F. Salvation, totally self running disconnected from the militaristic nature of the starship, sleek vehicles hovered overhead, gravity drives thrumming with power as the streets were filled with neon advertisments and people, a melting pot of refugees and native born "Voiders" those who were born without a planet to call home. The city even had a day/night cycle and weather cycles to simulate life on earth. Spotting her next target a individual at a bodega ordering food as she stumbles and slurs her words and bumps into you, loosely apologizing and stumbling away. Thinking it's just some drunk chick you go pay. Wallet is missing. Uh oh! The woman who bumped into you is now walking perfectly fine as she disappears down a alley as you're quick to pursue not particularly happy about being pickpocketed as you can hear her from around a bend, poking your head around the corner to get a look at the rail thin woman.

Life on the tropical Mihasa islands was paradise, growing up with the nightly fests of roasted Ichtyosaur, swimming with the tribes Megalodons in their vast underwater pens, Fishing for Coelacanth diving for silica pearls highly sought after by the Vin'dir tribe residing in the snowy mountains to make jewelry out of, for their marriage rituals. Everything was going great, until it wasn't. It was time for the revered Basiliosaurs a species of whales from the cold waters of the northeast to arrive their large pods are a celebrated omen amongst the Fushi tribe. But this year barely any were spotted as the villagers that lined up the beach to watch the creatures breach and play amongst themselves grew silent and grimm as there was a tension in the air. You find yourself sitting under a palm tree thinking of what could have caused the Basiliosaurs to not show up. Your thoughts are interrupted by a poke to the ribs, jolting you out of your trance. You reconize Una, one of the tribes pearl divers. She has a mix of worry and concern on her face.

Things were growing quiet around the guild hall, even the usual mage named Mira didn't even show up maybe they finally found someone to help her? Your mind is snapped to attention at the pair of gruff looking adventures are guffawing about how people see things when on the road too long, something about a large blue lizard in a cave the Dar'noin forests. Not having much else to do, you pack your gear, some potions "Just in case" and your trusty sword and some basic supplies and decide to investigate. Not realising you didn't bring a map until your lost, deep in the forest, a panicked scream heard in the distance, cursing yourself as you swing your blade to blaze a trail through the thicket you come to a clearing to what looks like... battle maiden? Not a very good one as she is on all fours scrambling to pick up her sword. Her opponent a giant spiderling, only the size of a childs kickball. But hey? You found the cave you were looking for.