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Yuffie Kisaragi

2013-05-04T02:01:31Z

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Yuffie
|lastname=Kisaragi
|age=17
|image=Yuffie1.png
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'2
|weight=HEY!
|series=Final Fantasy 7
|styles=Kunoichi Savior
|hometown=Wutai
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=None
|occupation=Kunoichi Heiress
|quote="I am the champion of the earth and the sky. I am the conqueror of evil. The single white rose of Wutai... Yuffie Kisaragi!"
}}
==History==

Yuffie Kisaragi is the heir of Wutai. A privileged position to be born into, right? One would think so, anyways. Born the only child of Godo Kisaragi and his wife Kasumi Kisaragi, Yuffie spent most of her early childhood with just her mother for a parental figure. Her father was busy leading the country. Yuffie proved to be a mischievous child, leaping from one bout of trouble to the next without so much as a second thought. She quickly developed a reputation around the village as a troublemaker. But, despite that? The village loved her, and she loved the people of her home. She was their princess, of sorts, though lacking that specific title. And she never had true malice in heart, even if she did at times wind up at home with a number of things that weren't hers.

Then, her mother died due to illness, and not long after that, Shinra showed up, seeking to conquer the land of Wutai for its bounty of natural resources. Wutai could not fight such a large power for long, and was quickly brought to heel. Thanks to this, Godo and Wutai would begin changing, her father turning the villiage into more of a tourist attraction than the symbol of honor and power that it had been. Yuffie however would continue to hear stories and tales of how great Wutai had been, and dreamed of returning her home to its former glory. Around this time, Yuffie met a number of new faces, including the SOLDIER Zack Fair and would have her first encounter with AVALANCHE when the group gets tracked down by Shinra's Turks. This is also when she would learn of materia, and decide it was a great shortcut to gathering a storehouse of power for her home to use in the future.

As Yuffie grew older, things would begin changing again. Her father would finally decide to act against Shinra once more, but in a terrible way. Making a deal with the Shadow Lords, something Yuffie would remain unaware of for a time. Wutai would now have the Heartless on their side in the fight against Shinra and their SOLDIERs, and the Lifestream of the planet would begin to suffer for it. Eventually, due to her father's actions at least in part, the planet went dark, and Yuffie found herself in the World of Ruin. With Wutai more openly aligned with the Heartless and fighting Shinra. Yuffie was sent along on an attack on the Shinra center of power, Midgar, and during the journey she decided this was not the way to return Wutai to its past glory, so she fled to begin seeking a way to help her father and her home.

==Personality==

Yuffie is a pain in the butt. Plain and simple, this is going to be most people's first impression of the young kunoichi, and quite possibly their lasting impression unless they hang around her a lot. She's loud, obnoxious, vibrant and full of energy and she enjoys mischief. She's selfish, greedy, aggressive and not at all above taking things that belong to others. She's cocky and self-assured, prone to bragging and calling others names or giving them frustrating nicknames.

But. On the inside, Yuffie is a good person. Mostly. Aside from the whole stealing thing. Which is for a good cause. So it's okay. Right? Right! She's a bubbly, kind-hearted girl who in general does want to do and does do the right thing. She wants to save Wutai from the heartless, and she doesn't want to hurt innocent people to return Wutai's freedom. She's loyal to a fault to those she considers friend or even just people she thinks need help and she's susceptible to bouts of conscience when she does happen to steal something. The girl is prone to episodes of 'she shouldn't have done that' impulsiveness due to her desire to be like one of the people she's heard about in stories, a legendary hero who always wins and never backs down.

==Abilities==

[[File:Yuffie2.jpg|400px|thumb|right|Best Posse Ever!]]
Kunoichi! - Yuffie is the heiress of Wutai, a highly trained ninja from a land of ninjas. What is a ninja? Well. A ninja is awesome, is what. Yuffie is very agile, both in and out of combat - and capable of rather astounding acrobatics. She wields a hefty shuriken, which looks more like a giant tire iron with sharp points, the weapon is quite fierce when used in melee combat as well as when thrown. She's incredibly dexterous, able to pick pockets and throw her weapon so that it returns to hand.

Thief - Yuffie might just be the best thief around, you know. Combined with her being a ninja, it's entirely possible that she might pick your pocket without even realizing she was there! Or she'll do things the easy way and beat you senseless, then take your materia and other valuables. ...For a good cause, of course!

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Yuffie Kisaragi

2013-05-04T01:58:39Z

Tempest:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Yuffie
|lastname=Kisaragi
|age=20
|image=Yuffie1.png
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'2
|weight=HEY!
|series=Final Fantasy 7
|styles=Kunoichi Savior
|hometown=Wutai
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=None
|occupation=Kunoichi Heiress
|quote="I am the champion of the earth and the sky. I am the conqueror of evil. The single white rose of Wutai... Yuffie Kisaragi!"
}}
==History==

Yuffie Kisaragi is the heir of Wutai. A privileged position to be born into, right? One would think so, anyways. Born the only child of Godo Kisaragi and his wife Kasumi Kisaragi, Yuffie spent most of her early childhood with just her mother for a parental figure. Her father was busy leading the country. Yuffie proved to be a mischievous child, leaping from one bout of trouble to the next without so much as a second thought. She quickly developed a reputation around the village as a troublemaker. But, despite that? The village loved her, and she loved the people of her home. She was their princess, of sorts, though lacking that specific title. And she never had true malice in heart, even if she did at times wind up at home with a number of things that weren't hers.

Then, her mother died due to illness, and not long after that, Shinra showed up, seeking to conquer the land of Wutai for its bounty of natural resources. Wutai could not fight such a large power for long, and was quickly brought to heel. Thanks to this, Godo and Wutai would begin changing, her father turning the villiage into more of a tourist attraction than the symbol of honor and power that it had been. Yuffie however would continue to hear stories and tales of how great Wutai had been, and dreamed of returning her home to its former glory. Around this time, Yuffie met a number of new faces, including the SOLDIER Zack Fair and would have her first encounter with AVALANCHE when the group gets tracked down by Shinra's Turks. This is also when she would learn of materia, and decide it was a great shortcut to gathering a storehouse of power for her home to use in the future.

As Yuffie grew older, things would begin changing again. Her father would finally decide to act against Shinra once more, but in a terrible way. Making a deal with the Shadow Lords, something Yuffie would remain unaware of for a time. Wutai would now have the Heartless on their side in the fight against Shinra and their SOLDIERs, and the Lifestream of the planet would begin to suffer for it. Eventually, due to her father's actions at least in part, the planet went dark, and Yuffie found herself in the World of Ruin. With Wutai more openly aligned with the Heartless and fighting Shinra. Yuffie was sent along on an attack on the Shinra center of power, Midgar, and during the journey she decided this was not the way to return Wutai to its past glory, so she fled to begin seeking a way to help her father and her home.

==Personality==

Yuffie is a pain in the butt. Plain and simple, this is going to be most people's first impression of the young kunoichi, and quite possibly their lasting impression unless they hang around her a lot. She's loud, obnoxious, vibrant and full of energy and she enjoys mischief. She's selfish, greedy, aggressive and not at all above taking things that belong to others. She's cocky and self-assured, prone to bragging and calling others names or giving them frustrating nicknames.

But. On the inside, Yuffie is a good person. Mostly. Aside from the whole stealing thing. Which is for a good cause. So it's okay. Right? Right! She's a bubbly, kind-hearted girl who in general does want to do and does do the right thing. She wants to save Wutai from the heartless, and she doesn't want to hurt innocent people to return Wutai's freedom. She's loyal to a fault to those she considers friend or even just people she thinks need help and she's susceptible to bouts of conscience when she does happen to steal something. The girl is prone to episodes of 'she shouldn't have done that' impulsiveness due to her desire to be like one of the people she's heard about in stories, a legendary hero who always wins and never backs down.

==Abilities==

[[File:Yuffie2.jpg|400px|thumb|right|Best Posse Ever!]]
Kunoichi! - Yuffie is the heiress of Wutai, a highly trained ninja from a land of ninjas. What is a ninja? Well. A ninja is awesome, is what. Yuffie is very agile, both in and out of combat - and capable of rather astounding acrobatics. She wields a hefty shuriken, which looks more like a giant tire iron with sharp points, the weapon is quite fierce when used in melee combat as well as when thrown. She's incredibly dexterous, able to pick pockets and throw her weapon so that it returns to hand.

Thief - Yuffie might just be the best thief around, you know. Combined with her being a ninja, it's entirely possible that she might pick your pocket without even realizing she was there! Or she'll do things the easy way and beat you senseless, then take your materia and other valuables. ...For a good cause, of course!

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Yuffie Kisaragi

2013-05-04T01:58:16Z

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|lastname=Kisaragi
|age=20
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|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'2
|weight=HEY!
|series=Final Fantasy 7
|styles=Kunoichi Savior
|hometown=Wutai
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=None
|occupation=Kunoichi Heiress
|themesong=Emerge - http://youtu.be/-jnzHIgNb0w
|quote="I am the champion of the earth and the sky. I am the conqueror of evil. The single white rose of Wutai... Yuffie Kisaragi!"
}}
==History==

Yuffie Kisaragi is the heir of Wutai. A privileged position to be born into, right? One would think so, anyways. Born the only child of Godo Kisaragi and his wife Kasumi Kisaragi, Yuffie spent most of her early childhood with just her mother for a parental figure. Her father was busy leading the country. Yuffie proved to be a mischievous child, leaping from one bout of trouble to the next without so much as a second thought. She quickly developed a reputation around the village as a troublemaker. But, despite that? The village loved her, and she loved the people of her home. She was their princess, of sorts, though lacking that specific title. And she never had true malice in heart, even if she did at times wind up at home with a number of things that weren't hers.

Then, her mother died due to illness, and not long after that, Shinra showed up, seeking to conquer the land of Wutai for its bounty of natural resources. Wutai could not fight such a large power for long, and was quickly brought to heel. Thanks to this, Godo and Wutai would begin changing, her father turning the villiage into more of a tourist attraction than the symbol of honor and power that it had been. Yuffie however would continue to hear stories and tales of how great Wutai had been, and dreamed of returning her home to its former glory. Around this time, Yuffie met a number of new faces, including the SOLDIER Zack Fair and would have her first encounter with AVALANCHE when the group gets tracked down by Shinra's Turks. This is also when she would learn of materia, and decide it was a great shortcut to gathering a storehouse of power for her home to use in the future.

As Yuffie grew older, things would begin changing again. Her father would finally decide to act against Shinra once more, but in a terrible way. Making a deal with the Shadow Lords, something Yuffie would remain unaware of for a time. Wutai would now have the Heartless on their side in the fight against Shinra and their SOLDIERs, and the Lifestream of the planet would begin to suffer for it. Eventually, due to her father's actions at least in part, the planet went dark, and Yuffie found herself in the World of Ruin. With Wutai more openly aligned with the Heartless and fighting Shinra. Yuffie was sent along on an attack on the Shinra center of power, Midgar, and during the journey she decided this was not the way to return Wutai to its past glory, so she fled to begin seeking a way to help her father and her home.

==Personality==

Yuffie is a pain in the butt. Plain and simple, this is going to be most people's first impression of the young kunoichi, and quite possibly their lasting impression unless they hang around her a lot. She's loud, obnoxious, vibrant and full of energy and she enjoys mischief. She's selfish, greedy, aggressive and not at all above taking things that belong to others. She's cocky and self-assured, prone to bragging and calling others names or giving them frustrating nicknames.

But. On the inside, Yuffie is a good person. Mostly. Aside from the whole stealing thing. Which is for a good cause. So it's okay. Right? Right! She's a bubbly, kind-hearted girl who in general does want to do and does do the right thing. She wants to save Wutai from the heartless, and she doesn't want to hurt innocent people to return Wutai's freedom. She's loyal to a fault to those she considers friend or even just people she thinks need help and she's susceptible to bouts of conscience when she does happen to steal something. The girl is prone to episodes of 'she shouldn't have done that' impulsiveness due to her desire to be like one of the people she's heard about in stories, a legendary hero who always wins and never backs down.

==Abilities==

[[File:Yuffie2.jpg|400px|thumb|right|Best Posse Ever!]]
Kunoichi! - Yuffie is the heiress of Wutai, a highly trained ninja from a land of ninjas. What is a ninja? Well. A ninja is awesome, is what. Yuffie is very agile, both in and out of combat - and capable of rather astounding acrobatics. She wields a hefty shuriken, which looks more like a giant tire iron with sharp points, the weapon is quite fierce when used in melee combat as well as when thrown. She's incredibly dexterous, able to pick pockets and throw her weapon so that it returns to hand.

Thief - Yuffie might just be the best thief around, you know. Combined with her being a ninja, it's entirely possible that she might pick your pocket without even realizing she was there! Or she'll do things the easy way and beat you senseless, then take your materia and other valuables. ...For a good cause, of course!

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{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

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2013-05-04T01:48:47Z

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2013-05-04T01:45:38Z

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Agrias meets Edward Sc--Sydney

2013-04-26T13:53:57Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/04/22
|Location=Traverse Town
|Synopsis=Agrias sees a familiar symbol and confronts Sydney.
|Cast of Characters=Agrias Oaks, Sydney Losstarot
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' Its a rather average day(?) in the city of the lost, Traverse town. The eternal night that keeps the city ever-shrouded in a layer of ethereal blackness is as present as it always is, not that one would care, thanks to all the bright streetlights in the town. The people are of course, a rather diverse lot, but there's a character that stands out, even among them. CLACK...CLACK...CLACK. The heavy sound of platemail upon brick echoes throughout the street as Sydney Losstarot makes his way down the street. He's looking about curiously, this being his first time being directly inside the town. He's quite the odd site, walking around bare-chested as if it weren't the slightest bit odd, and waearing platemail around his legs and his arms only. On his back is a symbol Agrias may have seen before in some vein or another, The Blood-Sin. A major symbol of the Glabadosian Church. Except turned upside down.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Striding down the street, Agrias is in the middle of one of her occasional information gathering trips to Traverse Town. Any time they pass a portal, she tends to take advantage of the chance. She's not familiar with these worlds at all, and who knows when Ovelia might show up? So she comes to see if anyone had heard or seen anyone resembling her princess. Agrias wears platemail on, you know, the important parts. Her upper body. And has a simple longsword sheathed at her hip. Walking behind Sydney, she notes the symbol, and it doesn't catch her attention at first, then she looks again, and she frowns. Studying the man as she trails along for a moment, she stops, one hand going to the hilt of her sword, and she calls out loudly, "Excuse me. Are you a servant of the Church of Glabados?"

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' Sydney cranes his his head over his shoulder, studying the woman behind him for a minute. Platemail. As opposed to the strange outfits and TRON clothing he'd seen in his time here. Well, thats a mildly good sign. And then she had to go and ask him /that/ question. "So their foul influence reaches even beyond worlds..." He mutters under his breath, scowling. He looks to Agrias, his eyes narrowed cruelly. "If you so much as /try/ to rope me into that filthy church of Lucavi-Worshippers, I will leave you smouldering in the ashes." He says angrily. Though normally he might've had a little more tact, the realization that he hasn't escaped the clutches of the church just yet is an infuriating one. "Hmph. I finally meet someone who looks sane, and she's one of /them/." He says under his breath, a disdainful venom tinging his words.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias looks intent on drawing her sword for a moment as the man turns to face her and begins speaking, and then she blinks. She stares at the man, "What did you just say? I do not seek to draw anyone into anything. I seek to bring light to a dark time." As far as she is aware, only she, Ramza and a few others know the truth of the church and the Lucavi. She shifts her grip on her sword's hilt, but doesn't draw yet, "Are you implying that you are no ally of the church, then?"

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' Sydney raises a brow at Agrias, considering what she'd said. Such a naive thought, bringing light to the dark. But better to be naive than his head. "I am no ally of those who seek to veil the masses, for naught but their own gain." He says, smirking. Funny how someone from the future speaks like he's from the past, isn't it? He raises his hand, looking at the sharp claws jutting from his fingertips. He scratches them together, making a small amount of sparks as he considers his words. In the end, he remains silent. This woman might be one of them, and Sydney dares not waste his words on a churchie.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Slowly, Agrias removes her hand from her sword, though she frowns at the sparks, "Forgive me, then. And might I suggest not wearing their symbol. Not that there are many who know enough or are willing to fight them. It draws attention to you." She sniffs sharply, eyeing the man dubiously as she asks, "What do you know of the Lucavi? I did not believe anyone else knew the truth of them. And we only know because we were attacked by and forced to kill one of the nightmares."

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' Sydneys next words are said with a characteristic distantness to his voice. "They are liars. Cheats. And murderers. Is it a leap in thought to assume they are thieves of more than lives, but of symbols as well?" He says, explaining himself boredly. When Agrias mentions that she knows what the Lucavi are though...that catches Sydneys attention. And its quite visible in his features. He hears Agrias's story out, chuckling to himself as he hears it. "Hmph. So you really managed to kill one of the fiends, did you?" He says, raising a brow, as a mildly unsettling smile forms. "Impressive...most impressive." He says. Knowing that he's speaking with a fellow heretic, Sydneys disdain drops, but he's still speaking with that condescending intellectualism he often carries. "All there is to know, child. Ask, and perhaps you shall recieve the knowledge you desire." He says. Oops, looks like Sydneys found a new game to play!

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' "I am not certain it is dead. But its host died, yes," Agrias comments in a guarded tone, eyes watching the man. She frowns at his tone, arms folding over her breastplate as she thinks for a moment, "If you know so very much, I would hear all of it. How much of the church is part of this? I know it is not the entire church, but it appears to be the ones in power. What experience do you have with the Lucavi? And -how- do you have experience with them?"

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' Sydney grins devilishly. Perhaps this girl could be an ally in his campaigns. And if not an ally, a pawn. "'Tis good to have those who would hear such stories, without cries of heresy." He begins, still smiling unsettlingly. "It is a long tale, going back to the time of the Ydoran empire." He begins, clacking his claws together as he thinks. "A demon was born to human parents. One of great power. One who had surpassed simple things like mortality...or so they say. That child was Ajora Glabados...but unlike most demons, he was not content with spreading mere destruction. He had more ambition. He sought to perform the cruelest deed those of foul intention could..." He says, smirking to himself for a minute. "And thats convince the world that they are those who would seek to help it. Ajora was nothing more than the leader of the unholy zodiac, given physical form." He says, smiling to himself as he thinks of all the uses this woman could have in an army like his. "The fault lies in the entire church. For even those who would know no such tales of demons and fiends, yet would take part in the burning of those who speak out against it..." Sydney clacks his claws more furiously now, making another slight burst of sparks. "Are just as those you would call a demon. As for how I know these things...in due time, child. In due time." He says with another devilish grin.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Listening, Agrias nods slowly as the man references St. Ajora. She frowns near the end and shakes her head, "The entire church is not guilty of such. Though I agree those who do become part of such things may be at fault, regardless of what they are and are not aware of. But that is between themselves and God, unless they get in my way or seek to keep Princess Ovelia from me." She purses her lips, studying the man, "And what do you know the current Lucavi? Where they are, anything?" She's not offering any information, or bringing up the Auracite zodiac stones bearing the sealed lucavi, wanting to see what the man knows and doesn't. For all she knows, he's some trick from the demons. "What is your name? I am Agrias Oaks, Holy Knight and bodyguard of Princess Ovelia."

:'''[[Sydney Losstarot]] has posed:''' Sydney lets out a discontented exhale at Agrias's response, clearly in disagreeance. "Those who would kill others, simply because they don't fall in line with a certain ideology...what becomes of them is not between them and god, but between them and a fire, so that they may see the pain they create." He says bluntly. Or as blunt as one can be when talking about cooking people. "If I recall right...the Lucavi have been dead for millenia now." He says with a grin, simply adding to the enigma of whoever this man is. "Though I don't doubt your tale. Isn't that right, Agrias?" He says, his voice shifting to a very familiar tone. That of Ramza Beolve. His appearance shifts as well, his whole form appearing identical to his for a second, only with Sydneys unsettling smile on his face. "Tell your lord I send my regards. I might even drop in to say hello to such a...devout heretic." He says, whilst beginning to back away into an ally. There's no characteristic flash of light from the alley, nor any sign that he teleported. But no matter how hard Agrias checks, she won't find any sign of him in there.

Ambush the Heretics!

2013-04-26T13:43:47Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/04/20
|Location=British Forest
|Synopsis=Faruja, Ophelia and Helena ambush the New Zodiac Braves. Zack pulls a helicopter out.
|Thanks=Everybody!
|Cast of Characters=Faruja Senra, Margaux Fleury, Ramza Beoulve, Ophelia, Artemis Eurus, Zack Fair, Helena Celba, Agrias Oaks
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:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' First watch, Artemis is on duty. She couldn't bloody sleep anyway. The heretic camp's fire still burns with a low and steady flame so they coals will be good and hot in the morning. Artemis is not by the fire though, she is a bit away from it, beside Ramza's tent, who had better be sleeping. She's not within the light of the fire, not wanting to be blinded by its light to the darkness of night around her. Easy for someone to sneak up on you that way. The samurai sits on her heels, her sword in hand, eyes staring off into the distance. She's very still, meditative it would seem, but her senses are attuned to the night. She'd remained alive, hunted and alone for two years in the wilderness. Her senses for survival are well honed. The camp is asleep for the moment, the only sounds the occasional snore and the crackling of the fire. Yet Artemis is on edge. Something simply...feels wrong.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Marguerite should be asleep. But restlessness had gotten the better of the redheaded dancer. She soon decides that perhaps an evening stroll would soothe her spirit and grant her some needed rest. The Death Corps member was still having trouble adjusting to the hospitality of the Heretics. The wandering dancer was dressed in her coat of plates, striped trousers, and knee length boots this evening. It seemed that she very much felt it necessary to wear her armor even within the limits of the camp. The armored Margaux had no destination in particular in mind, but she winds up walking towards the fire near Ramza's tent. Artemis, hidden from the illuminating light of the fire, is not noticed by Margaux who walks up to the other woman's fire directly. She figures that she might as well sit by -this- fire as it -seems- to be unoccupied and Margaux's own skill at lighting fires was less than proficient to put things mildly.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. Agrias is in her tent, sitting crosslegged atop her bedroll with sword in hand, drawing the blade along a whetstone. It's late, but she'd had trouble sleeping, various things plaguing her mind. Most notably that of considering the whereabouts of her princess. Rising from her position, the blonde knight moves to slip out of the tent, scabbarded sword held idly in one hand. She'd not bothered to put her belt back on, but she'd either never taken her armor off, or had put it back on when she woke up. Agrias is all too familiar with the knowledge that many of their enemies have no honor, so better safe than sorry. She wanders through the camp idly, heading to find a barrel of water to refill her waterskin. Hearing a bit of milling about, she looks towards the fire, but makes no move to join the woman, stopping nearby and focusing on aforementioned barrel.

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' And Ramza had in fact taken his evening reverie early. Their sojourn in the forest had been longer than he'd liked, and it was time to move on this next morning. He'd spent much of his time making his guests feel welcome, but his hospitality could only go so far, and he knew that. He realized that Margaux was still coming to terms with where her life's decisions had led her, whereas Zack.. Zack was used to a more modern world, their humble lifestyle could wear on him at times. He was likely already up, running around the forest, knowing him. Sometimes he wondered if the man slept at all. While they were cross-country, Ramza had a tendency to sleep in his armor. It often made for uncomfortable nights, but for a man who was used to being ambushed constantly, he sacrificed comfort for readiness. Even with Artemis around, the only concession he'd made was keeping his breastplate straps loose. Artemis was the only one to know that while he preferred to get /more/ sleep, he functioned almost as well on four to five hours. It was only as the days dragged on that it would wear on him enough to get a full night's sleep. Lately he was finding he was taking a longer repose more frequently, in part due to her influence! Sparring with her at times was almost as wearing as an actual battle, physically. Not mentally perhaps since he only had to consider tactics on a personal level, rather than for the entire company. And so he slept, it was one of the few times he didn't have a care in the world.

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' Zack snores. This isn't really news for the members of the New Zodiac Braves; Zack had snored when he first appeared to them, injured near the point of death. He snores like a chainsaw - loud, frequently, and without pause. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

:'''[[Ophelia]] has posed:''' Even during the day the dense tree cover of the British Forest blocks out much of the sunlight with its tall leafy canopy of interwoven branches. What little does get through is filtered through the thin membranes of the foliage and the spartan gaps that allow the occasional beam to pierce through to the grassy floor below like spears of holy light. At night the darkness swallows all hope for illumination from the heavens above and the normally peaceful forest takes on an eerie and haunted pall. Nocturnal predators scamper about in the underbrush or screech in the trees as they seek out their meals, the shrill calls of the hunter and the prey ecchoing throughout the forest. For people who must remain alert for signs of danger, sorting out the common sounds from the threats is a daunting task made all the more difficult by the lack of visual cues beyond the flickering touch of the fire's illumination. Not far off, unknown to any within the camp, a pair of eyes watches the small band as they toss and stir in the darkness. Ophelia has little insight into the troubles that ail these men and women that have come to bear the brand of Heretic. She knows nothing of the horrible truth behind the Church of Glabados that has been revealed to Ramza, though recent events have already planted suspicions in her mind. She knows nothing of the stalwart Agrias' search for her missing princess. Nor does she know anything of the suffering of those who have come to take on the mantle of Death Corps, her own home within Ordallia remaining beyond the reach of the horrible war. But more to the point, she doesn't care. These people and their struggles mean absolutely nothing to her beyond the fact that taking them out will promote a more favorable view of herself within the Church. The more power she could wield from within the organization the easier it would be to ferret out all of its dirty little secrets - and she could tell that there was far more than a few skeletons in the Chruch's closet. Her crimson eyes scan the camp for signs of their primary target but after nearly an hour of watching she's come to the conclusion that Ramza himself is either not present or already retired for the evening. The congregation of women around the fire and the nearby tent makes her smirk in amusement. "Quite the charmer, this heretic, to have so many devoted...companions." Lifting her hand into the air, the Inquisitor gives a quick gesture that causes a flurry of movement behind her. Half a dozen of the Church's best trackers and huntsmen fan out into the trees, their steps silent and careful as weapons are readied. She nods at one of the men and he in turn nods back. A hand is lifted to his mouth and he gives a trilling call that near perfectly mocks that of a hunting bird, though not one that can be found in this land - something those who have been paying close attention to the sounds of the forest might notice.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' If there are two things Faruja has come to hate with a passion, it's stealth and Ramza Beoulve. The man, Heretic or not, comes across as likeable and even reasonable when one tones back their more zealous feelings. More than a small inkling of doubt has been planted in the rat's mind, but that's one seed that hasn't yet sprouted. More to the point, Ramza has already condemned one person (if through no fault of his own) that the rat rather liked, and threatens to do another. In short, it's become personal for the Templar. Otherwise he'd likely have come up with some excuse to further plot the demise of Alexandria. Then there's stealth. A person in plate mail, riding a wyvern isn't stealthy. Faruja tries not to move too much as the trackers do their thing even as he pulls out his own weapon. Why couldn't they just kick down the proverbial doors? It's how the rat would do things. Subtlety has never been his forte.

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' The masked warrioress cants her head slightly to the side, turning her ear toward the sound of someone moving toward the fire. It only takes her a few moments to recognize the light and graceful steps of Margaux. A glance over her shoulder confirms her suspicion. Another sounds reaches her ears from the direction of Agrias' tent. Sword on whetstone. A familiar sound, soothing to a fighter such as herself. Artemis listens as it stops and Agrias moves out of her tent, also moving toward the fire. Art shakes her head gently. Seems she wasn't the only one walking a knife's edge tonight. What was it? What about the night was wrong? If she concentrated, she could hear Ramza's breathing, slow and steady in the rhythm of deep sleep. All well there. Margaux and Agrias seem to not even have acknowledged each other, content to remain in their own separate bubbles of troubled thought. It is too early in the season for crickets. The animals of the forest-- There. A call. A hunting bird. Not native. A sense of movement. As her eyes are attuned to the darkness by staying out of the fire's light, the stars above are light enough for Artemis to spot shadows through the trees. Artemis reaches up toward her ear to alert the camp through linkpearl, then moves closer to Ramza's tent in the darkness, waiting for him just outside the flap.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Margaux looks a little startled when Artemis stirs from her spot and into action. She had not seen the blonde samurai there at all. For as graceful as she was when it came to her movements, the dancer was not always the most observant. "Madame Mask, what a..." Artemis passes right by her and heads towards Ramza's tent. "...surprise." The Death Corps Knight now frowns slightly at what could have perturbed Artemis so. This question is soon answered through the voices in her linkpearl. An ambush?! She had obviously not realized that the bird call was anything but simply that. The Dancer pulls her rapier free of its sheath and moves towards the front of Ramza's tent to join the others hopefully. While a skilled dancer, she was less confident in her martial skills and there was always safety in numbers. Her blade in hand, Margaux soon joins Artemis. "I shall follow your lead, no? This is one dance that I feel that you may be more skilled in."

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' Zack rolls over in his sleeping roll. It's almost been thirty minutes since his nap began; the linkpearl rattles something off near his ear. He rolls over again, face against the pillow. Snrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrk.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Souji Murasame has a...standing agreement with the Church. Not so much a...solid agreement, but a agreement. Things are still being worked out, and to that effect ties are still being made. To this, he has sent his personal assisstant to aid the Church in a supposed raid on the leader of the heretical group. She is...nothing like one might suspect. She is bouncy, happy, and generally...perky, despite her appearance. She, however, understands the value of stealth, and while she didn't take direct orders she does not want to make a bad impression, so she is fairly...quiet when the Templars come to ready. She stands behind the others, filing her nails and generally looking bored. She doesn't whine at least, but right now she does not look ready for battle... Of Course, if Faruja did not witness her prowless first hand... She looks up, sighing, and then back to her nails. She holds a hand up, examining something on them after a moment.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias is a dutiful knight, and she will fight to the death, but she wasn't really trained to do things like spot ambushes in the middle of the night in a forest. Sipping from her waterskin after filling it, the thing is dropped to the ground as she hears Artemis' voice over the linkpearl, and then there's the ringing sound of her sword being drawn from its sheath. She refrains from shouting, so as to give the camp another moment to rise before the ambushers charge in, but the blonde knight strides towards the southern side of the camp, sword in one hand, sheath in the other.

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' Thankfully he was a light sleeper. It came from him literally being ambushed so many times that he could have created his own science based on it. Ambushology had a nice ring to it. It took only a few seconds to tighten the buckles on his armor, before he walked outside of the tent and calmly assessed the situation to the South. The camp was already rife with activity, but there was no panic. They'd all done this before. They'd all range close enough to the center of the camp that they could hear his orders without him having to shout them. He didn't use the linkpearl though, yet. He didn't trust that the Church didn't have their frequency. "Marlowe. Lookout, get us some eyes above. Theodore, rear guard to the North. Lavian, Alicia take the flanks, I don't want a repeat of Golgrand. Adela, get the Chocobos unhitched and range close to Theodore, we need a route of egress if this goes poorly. Sheryl, Gerad. Stay near the camp, medic evac and fire support. Helena, keep them covered." And then he unsheathed his Cinqueda. "Everyone else with me. Stay spread out, stay flexible. We don't want to form ranks in case they try a cavalry charge." Helena the heretic, not the crazy Necromancer would literally cause a gust of wind to pick up, and blow Zack's tent over, stakes being no obstacle for a woman that could pull them right out of the Earth with a gesture. They hadn't been at the camp long enough to form extensive traps, but they had laid a few simple hunting snares at least that might serve to at least hinder them. Raising a hand, he would allow magic to thrum through his arms as he ranged close to Artemis. "Precious light, be our armor and protect us. Silent light, shield us from all iniquity." Crystalline multi-faceted barriers would spring to life in front of Artemis and Ramza, purple in hue. Then they would fade to barely visible translucent lines in front of them. They would only flare to life when struck. He didn't have them charge, he just continued to assess where they were coming from, hoping to adapt to whatever their strategem might be.

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' Zack rolls over and snores some more as his tent is blown apart in the furious gust of wind from the confusingly-named Helena the Heretic, who is not the other Helena.

:'''[[Ophelia]] has posed:''' Even as her own soldiers move to take up their positions, Ophelia takes note of the near immediate response. Apparently someone in the camp was familiar enough with the local wildlife to recognize their signal as out of place. "Hmph. It would seem the game is afoot. No matter," she whispers to herself with a predatory smirk. "It should provide a measure of entertainment for the night regardless." Despite their careful ambush having been discovered, Ophelia keeps her soldiers in check once they have taken up positions around the camp. Bows are nocked and deadly arrows aimed downrange at targets, their metal tips dipped in pitch to prevent them from reflecting any light which might give them away - the trademarks of an assassin. They do not employ poison, however, for reasons that the Inquisitor has withheld. Once her forces are in place, Ophelia casually rises from her hiding place and strides forward into the camp with a confident gait. Despite it being in the dead of night the young vampire withholds her powers as there are others present here who are not privy to the knowledge of what she truly is. Still, she's not above adding a little flair to an entrance. The young woman seems to melt out of the shadows at the edge of the fightlight. Her eyes burn a dull crimson from within but the eldritch light fades away almost immediately as they turn to look her way to leave them wondering if it was just their imaginations. Her ornate armor reflects the light brightly in the darkness as does the array of katana protruding from her shoulders, atleast a half dozen strapped to her back in a fan-shaped pattern to allow easy access to each of them. "Good evening to you all. I hope I have not disturbed your rest?" Her voice is cheerful and upbeat but retains its traces of noble haughtiness. Ophelia gives the lot of them an overly dramatic European bow. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ophelia Rosai Lovett, Inquisitor of the Church of Glabados. I shall be your host for this evening's... entertainment."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "Oh my, how dramatic!" Helena giggles, and puts the file away. "Oh, we are being...like this huh? Hm..." she says, and shakes her head. "Truly, to be so easily discovered by using such signals.." she sighs. "Oh, brave new world, with such people in it.." she lets loose a dramatic sigh, and walks beside the Inquisitor and Faruja. Her fingers move, pressing into the back's of each one...chi is redirected, mixed in with her own strange aura, aiming to strengthen their bodies. These did not seem to be those who weilded magics, so she decided to withhold her own special techniques to increase their magical aptitude for now... The move is not painful, nor is it pleasent...except to Ophelia, who may find it greatly pleasent. Helena finally comes to a stop when the Heretics are addressed. "Hiiii! Nothing personal, but my boss has asked me to work with them...if you could please surrender? Or not..." she says, a slightly wicked grin comes to her lips. She murmers to herself, "Mmm...and even a few good looking ones...maybe I can convince them to let them go...I am sure I can convince Souji to hire them...and I get some eyecandy.."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' While her odd mannerism didn't endear her to the Templar, Faruja /does/ happen to respect Helena Celba. She went along to rescue a fellow Burmecian trapped in the capital of his worst enemies. That takes bravery, guts, and more than a little bit of violence. In short, a woman he's happy to fight beside. Despite her leisurely actions, he lets the odd woman do as she pleases. No need to babysit an ally. Finally. Go time. The plan is obvious on Faruja's side of things, and it nearly makes him sick for all that it makes sense. Keep your archers in the shadows, draw their attention elsewhere, and attack. Walking out beside the Inquisitor, briefly glancing to Helena even as he tries to look less /green/ from the nearest source of noble hautiness. "Ahem! I do suppose most of you are aware of whom I am, so I shall keep introductions short. Temple Knight Faruja Senra, at your service. Now, as the Lady said, do us all the courtesy of throwing down thy blades and surrend..." Faruja is not used to oriental methods of healing and empowerment. Having his Chi messed with is an odd experience. The rest of his words are lost to a rather embarrassing squeak. Seems the rat is ticklish.

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' Artemis looks to Marguax, nodding her head to her. "Another sword is always welcome. Look after yourself," she replies quietly. Ramza appears beside her and Artemis nods to him as well, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for the battle ahead. This is the first night ambush she's seen since she's been with them. She is pleased with how the company reacts. "Thank you Ramza," she says softly to the heretic leader in response to the magic barrier he erects around them both. Artemis lays her hand upon the sheath of her blade, waiting. "Let us see what the night brings this time," she whispers, sliding one foot back slightly, preparing for a fight. Artemis turns back as Ophelia melts from the shadows in the ring of golden firelight, introducing herself. Well, when a name is given... "Artemis Eurus," she replies, bowing her head slightly at the introduction before her hand returns to the sheath of her sword. The warrior's keen gaze scans Ophelia, making note of the numerous katana on her back. Now, that just seems excessive. The presence of Helena is noted with a look, then a longer glance for Faruja. Blood and ashes. She wished he had more sense in that furry, wool-stuffed head. "We will not surrender. Let us not waste anymore time," she says, then pulls her sword from the sheath, with it a wave of force slams outward toward the three who face them.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Alright Margaux, it was finally time. The stage was set and the actors and actresses have all assembled. A small nod is aimed towards Artemis to show that she too was ready. The fencer now awaits for the opening note from the orchestra. The loud snoring from Zach causes the dancer to look towards where his tent was blown away. That....was....not the opening cords that she was looking for, but the show must go on. Three prominent enemy combatants soon make their way to the forefront. And what an interesting trio they are! Margaux keeps a straight face as she takes in the eccentricies of her new foes, but then she realizes that she recognizes one of them. "Messire Zealot! How wonderful to see you again!" She says in a cheerful voice that mirrors Ophelia's in a way. "Please, join me in this first dance?" The blade-dancer offers as she outstretches a hand towards the Faruja and company. With a fox-like smirk on her face, Margaux does not wait for an answer. She instead sheathes her rapier and begins a lethargic dance that accompanies the cacophany of Zack's snoring. Her movements then break out of rhythm as she transitions into a second dance which is a much quicker one. Margaux de Fleury is a very talented dancer and her movements may be a bit odd and distracting should one pay too much attention to them.

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' "A low ranking one, to be certain. The Church didn't even allow Ordallians to /join/ in my time." /Their/ Helena would take up a stance near her respective White Mage, or Black Mage charges as she spoke. "Even if you did manage to defeat us, its unlikely you'd even receive a promotion." The young heretic leader would pause to assess the extent of the ambush. Helena and Faruja both demanded their surrender, and a thin smile would touch his expression. "So that we might face the tender mercies of the office of the Inquisition? I think not, Ser Senra." The other woman he didn't know the name of but she was already creeping him out. It seems like dancing partners were already chosen, as Margaux and Artemis proved, so he turned to Helena. "You're working /with/ them M'lady? Mayhaps you should know whom you're treating with. The Church is not as it seems..." And again, he'd cause barriers to flare into life, over Agrias and Margaux this time. "Precious light be our armor and protect us. Silent Light, shield us from all iniquity!"

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias continues her stride through the camp. She's not running, she's walking with a purpose. And as she nears the edge of the camp and sees the people coming out of the shadows, the platemail-clad knight calls out loudly, "Begone, honorless dogs! Striking in the middle of the night does aught but display how misplaced and rotten both you and your church are." As she speaks, the blonde's longsword, while a simple thing, begins to gleam with a brilliant light, "Leave! Or be banished back into the shadows by righteous light!" She glares in Helena's direction in particular, recognizing the girl. And then Artemis decides to get things started, it seems. Her expression stony, the blonde holy knight flows into motion. She edges towards Margaux, not entirely certain the dancer can look after herself or looking to position herself between the assailants and Margaux, and then her sword comes up with a swift motion, slicing through the air and gowing brighter in the darkness, "Light! Cleanse these foul souls of their darkness! Begone, brigands!" As her sword swings through the air, a large, ethereal blade of glimmering light manifests near Faruja and begins to swipe, swipe, swipe at the Bermucian.

:'''[[Ophelia]] has posed:''' Ophelia doesn't break her stride at the young necromancer's fingers grace the unprotected skin of her back. She is quite familiar with the idea of pressure points thanks to her father's heritage as well as Alexander's training in the far east. Though never quite spending the time to learn them herself, the sensation of flowing chi is nothing new to her. A faint smile is spared for Helena before she turns to address the small crowd, however, acknowledging her efforts. Finding another warrior wielding the blades and traditions of the East is somewhat surprising but Ophelia doesn't let that show on her face. Instead she answers Artemis' aggressive action with a flash of her own steel. The blade at her right hip leaves the sheathe in the span of a heartbeat and slices through the wave of force as if parting silk. The Inquisitor moves with unnatural speed of her own and in moments finds her sword crossed against that of her opponent in a clash of sparking metal. Ophelia leans in, applying pressure to the blade in her hands in order to keep them locked together long enough for her to look Artemis in the eyes and give her a smug smirk. "Oho... it would seem atleast one person here is educated in true arts of battle. I shall enjoy breaking your spirit, I think." Her offhand reaches up and snatches one of the other katana there free, bringing it down upon the heretical samurai with a snap of her wrist. She flows smoothly into the next strike, spinning about and bringing her blade up to deflect any potential counter strikes even as she calls out to the spirit within the blade. "Yagumo rising, all who know god! Ame-no-murakumo!" Waves of blue mist interspersed with glowing light flow from the katana as its resident spirit pours its power out into the woman. The mist clings to her and attempts to seep into her armor, binding her ability to move freely and thus making her an easier target.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "Lady Fleury! My, my, my 'tis always a pleasure to see thy lovely..." Pause. A brief look of confusion settles over his gaze before realization sets in. His gaze slowly shifts over to Ramza. Squint. GLARE! "THIS ONE AS WELL, BEOULVE!?!" Faruja doesn't hold back on the volume, or the erupting anger. For a tiny rat, his voice carries. He doesn't counter the bit about the Inquisition. By now, he's fairly certain his new Inquisitor isn't one to go easy on others like Ramza. Then, dancing. The rat's weapon is out, yet he still finds himself hesitant to attack the woman. Indeed, he likes and /respects/ the revolutionary. It's enough that he gets caught up in her dance. Particularly when she keeps shifting! His tail lashes in growing irritation. "/Dance/? 'Tis...'tis utterly out of tempo! By the Lord, whom switches mid-step? 'Tis enough to have every dance instructor roll over in their gra..." Artemis draws him back into focus through a wall of force from her blade, the ratling neatly lashing out with his spear. Glowing white, slams down upon the pure strike of physical power, directing it away from him. A large tree now has a hole in the center, thanks to the combined efforts of Churchrat and samurai. "...Well then, formalities over." If there's a way to anger Faruja, it's to question his honor. "'Tis an utterly legitimate tactic! We have even given /introductions/! Now have at thee, I shan't have my honor besmirched by such as thyself!" Argues the Templar, even as he's assaulted by glittering blades, made all the more painful by the distraction the nearby dancer provides. Eye on the prize rat! Golden bits of armor are flecked blood, his chest's armor sporting several gashes. Thrusting his spear, the Burmecian incants, his own Split Punch erupting from the ground before him to assist in warding off his fellow Holy Knight's. Leaping back, he gives the two women against him a bit of room. Once again thrusting his blade, he peers at the two. "Armor shan't help the heart stay sharp! Shellburst stab!" From above the dancer and Agrias both, purple crescents of energy would fall, attempting to shear through their armor!

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena grins like a chesshire cat when Faruja reveals his...weakness. She titters, and turns towards Artemis, "Oh...no, it is more like Cheese and fluff!" she counters, with another giggle, and places another hand, experimentally, on the Rat, trying to unlock more of the chi powers, before she spins off. It seems things were getting heated, and Agrias' look is not ignored, "Oh...it is the lady knight I met on the forest. Oh...don't be so upset! We can still be friends...or something more <3." She teases the knight, and dances off, towards Ophelia again, placing another quick series of touches on her. THESE ones are more than to see if Faruja is ticklish, though that bare back...mmm... Oh right, on the clock! The dancing swordslady gets her attention, and Helena cuts in, aiming to twirl her around, but not to interfear in the fight, oh no, it is too much enjoyable to get a nice ballroom dance out here, before she stands...and dark energy courses through her body. "Ah...a warm up! Thank you for the dance, M'lady." She says, and turns towards Ramza, "Hmm..." She says, pointing a finger under her chin... "Well...unfortinately, I am already here on behest of my boss...I rightfully do not really care about what this dispute is about...my loyalties are to my boss, and not to the Church...I do not know his goals, but only follow his orders...of course, I do like to have fun." She winks at him.

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' DING, THIRTY There's a blur of motion from where Zack was a moment ago. The bedroll flies open, without pause, delay, or grogginess; the huge hunk of metal sitting on the ground vanishes in an instant, snagged up into Zack's hands as he runs. His bootsteps pat-pat-pat against the ground as he runs for the battle, no hesitation. He is a trained SOLDIER; he knows what it means to be in the middle of battle. Reflexes he hasn't used in the better part of a month, honed over years of hard work and guts, immediately take over; he acts on instinct at the sound of the blades. There is no pause to survey the battle, no attempts to make sense of the chaos thrust upon him. In the real world, such pauses lead to death. A SOLDIER must be able to act without such. Those brilliant mako eyes flare as muscle memory merges with instinct. The sword is slung backwards into its sheathes as he runs for Ophelia, leaping over Artemis and the burst of mist and landing on the other side in a single (and thoroughly impossible) jump. His fingers wrap around the hilt of that massive blade as light pours out of his sword...and then he quick-draws it, fire in his eyes, the sword suddenly casting a brilliant blue glow across the battefield as it's drawn. CHIRIJIRADEN But that's not the end. Rather than invert the draw, Zack simply spins with it; the huge blade swings him around once, slashing for Ophelia's back, trailing a beautiful line of cherry blossoms as Zack uses his pure momentum to carry himself into the attack. c+CHERRY BLOSSOMS At the arc of the blade, Zack suddenly leaps backwards, still utilizing his sword's momentum. His fingers snap, and he points upwards at the sky, his mako eyes flaring up with magical light as he does so. He rolls to the ground just as the sound of something chopping at the air breaks over the battlefield, and a mako-blue spotlight points down at Ophelia. ...it is a helicopter. It fires, unleashing a barrage of bullets down on the Church soldier; the bullets burn with magical power as the helicopter fires, moving for a solid hold on her...and aiming to keep that suppressing fire on for as long as the helicopter exists. #-1 INVALID ANSI DEFINITION: +hr AIR STRIKE "It's that moment you've all been waiting for! Reinforcements /have/ arrived, ladies and gentlemen!"

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' "And who are you to deny anyone, Ser Senra? Can she do aught else, but to follow her heart?" He calmly states the words, though there is a biting tone to it that attests to his annoyance.. Faruja had not learned his lesson apparently from their confrontation over Katyna. And then Helena /tickles/ Ser Senra. And Ramza starts to wonder what exactly she's doing to them. "Ah. A sellsword. I recommend you depart M'lady, no ill-begotten coin is worth your soul!" And then moving through the battlefield, he'd place briefly touch both Agrias and Margaux. As he did, he opened the Chakra gate closest to their hearts, causing the blood to quicken, and their body's healing capacity to increase to its ultimate extent. "While blood matters naught, my father taught me one important lesson. Tolerate no injustice, stray not from the true path. I can do naught else! I will not compromise my ideals. I will not yield to any of you!" And then a real SOLDIER First Class arrives.. with a magical helicopter. And Ramza can only gawk, before grinning. "Alright, /now/ I'm impressed Ser Fair!"

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Margaux finds herself an unexpected dancing partner in Helena Celba. She may even prove to be a useful ally if she continues to distract Faruja with her...minstrations. But in the now and present, she allows herself to be twirled by the necromancer who has thus far not shown any outright hostility towards her. In fact, this impromptu twirl allows her to somehow find an opening in Faruja's energy attack which allows the dancer to escape unscathed for now. "A most fortunate time to choose to cut in," remarks the blade-dancer as she unsheathes her rapier once more. Margaux turns to Faruja now and salutes the Zealot with her weapon. "Messire Zealot, I wish not to harm you. But, if you keep so focused on my own dancing, I cannot guarantee that you will remain as such." She smiles demurely at Faruja as she prepares her next move. But suddenly, Zack makes his appearance. Margaux has to admit that it was an impressive entrance. The red-headed dancer did have a preference for theatrics afterall. Ramza, too, gets a look from the Death Corps soldier. "Or something like that." She admits before charging towards Faruja. Her rapier leads the day as she charges forwards towards the Templar. After her thrust, she attempts to work her rapier around Faruja's guard in a flurry of aimed blows. Finally, she will break her own tempo once more and twirls before Faruja. This actions sends a booted kick at Faruja with her rapier playing duet to her own attack in one swift motion.

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' Artemis remains expressionless as the wave of force is avoided by both Ophelia and Faruja. She hand't really thought it would take them off guard. The first few rounds of a battle with a new enemy are always about testing and taking each other's measure. Soon enough they lock blades, strength against strength. Artemis is savagely strong. As soon as Ophelia goes to reach for another blade to bring against her Artemis thrusts herself forward to test her strength against the other, bringing her leg upward hard to try to catch her in belly before she dancing back, deflecting the follow-up strike simply with the flashing steel of her blade. The cloying blue mist that surrounds her then gives Artemis pause. Interesting...what is this? A spirit in the blade? She can feel it trying to weaken her armor. The masked samurai lets out a breath, and from her another wave of force flows, pushing the mist back from her. Artemis regards Ophelia, tilting her head slightly. "Then let us give a good show," she replies. The sound of muted thunder is drown out by the sound of a helicopter, a sound Artemis cannot even pause to think too hard about. Bullets rain, but their target is Ophelia. Where there would have been a muted clap of thunder, the sound of slicing through reality, Artemis disappears. Only to reappear midswing to Ophelia's left side, striking with the swiftness of a mantis and the power of a tiger. First, a high vertical strike downward, followed by a strong horizontal cut, flowing immediately into an upward slice--a faint, moving seamlessly into a quick but brutal attempt for a slice across the other samurai's throat. Artemis falls onto her guard, prepared for swift counters and more of that 'magic' from the swords. She glances toward Zack then, nodding respectfully to him. Well, she had wanted to see him in action.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias Oaks says, "Do not speak to me of your honor! You are either blind or a blatant liar!" Agrias shouts in response to Faruja, even as she twists to just barely avoid the falling bits of energy, her armor sparking a bit as flakes are sheared off. The blonde knight roars over the sounds of the others fighting nearby, "You are a disgrace unfit to wield these holy techniques of the light!" She gets distracted a moment when a..what in the blazes. She hisses something in her linkpearl, and the distraction is enough for Ramza to sneak up and touch her. The knight flicks a grateful glance to her companion. And then her attention returns to the fight at hand, eyes settling on Faruja once more, she flicks her sword and calls, "Life is short... Bury! Steady Sword!" And shards of ice erupt from the ground around the Templar, seeking to encase him. Not waiting, she howls, "Absorb power in the sky and strike! Lightning Stab!" Flicking her sword in a series of motions, each gesture summons a golden blade from the ground, herding the Bermucian as Margaux engages him directly. The blades serve as lightning rods of sorts, crackling lightning flashing in the sky to strike them and hopefully the Templar, if he makes the mistake of not getting away quickly enough."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena is having a good time...it is so rare (lie) that she gets to have /this/ much fun (lie). She frowns, however, the knight was being all serious, and of course, violent now. Knights are want to do that, their honor and stuff...really, they should just relax...Helena could make her relax...given enough time and patience. The thought is a distracting one, as suddenly HELECOPTER! She looks at the odd machine, different than anything from her world. She looks interested, putting a finger to her chin to give it a once over. Interesting... However, her allies are not fairing so well, she frowns at this. Swords cut down on them, breaking their skin and maiming their flesh. Helena gets goosebumps by just watching, but she controls herself today, again...buisness before pleasure. Helena dances, avoiding blows and combat, before she pokes Faruja. The wounds start to close, injuries reverse themselves...but the flesh that takes it's place is...corpse like, it is discolored and just plain dead looking. It is unseemly, and it is probably a little disconcerning...but it just seems to be a visual effect...Faruja doesn't feel iller...just...odd. Ophilia gets a similar poke, though the effects on her skin will be different, given her status. This turns to be a surprise to Helena, but she doesn't say anything. "Now now! Not so quickly! Back on your feet! The fight is far from over!"

:'''[[Ophelia]] has posed:''' Zack's flashy entrance is difficult to miss and the sly Inquisitor is not one to underestimate the threats that her opponents might pose. Belittle, perhaps, but never underestimate. Ophelia steps back as the boot impacts with her knee instead of her gut, her vampiric reflexes intercepting the attempt to gain the upperhand of their short clash. She turns to face this new threat as he sails overhead and the blue fire that comes crashing down at her in a steel brutish wedge is met by the sleek and elegant curve of her katana. In a match of pure power the Eastern blade has no hope of winning but the masterful craft of the one who wields it allows for ways to deal with such shortcomings. Ophelia angles her sword to deflect the strike by pushing it to the side just barely enough to miss her agile form and she rolls with the momentum of the strike just as Zack does, flipping into the air and over the windmilling edge of the massive sword. She is caught in midair by the hail of bullets, impossibly defying physics in a way that the SOLDIER might find eerily similar to his own powers. Her twin blades create an impenetrable wall of flashing steel that even the overwhelming rate of fire of the twin gatling guns cannot seem to penetrate. Unfortunately for the young woman this distraction is enough to absorb the majority of her attention, pressing the weak measure of supernatural skill that she has allowed to flow through her body to its limits. Artemis is almost unopposed when she blinks into position beside the falling Inquisitor and her blade carves deeply into the light armor that adorns her frame. The first slash decimates one of the pauldrons, shattering it in twain and sending a burst of blood up where the blade bites into her flesh below. Grimacing openly, Ophelia swings about to counter the next strike with a hard clatter of rattling blades and the next... only to find that it is a feint. She leans back at the last moment and Artemis' powerful slash leans a thin trail of red across her pale neck that immeidately begins to bead with tiny red dots. Ophelia staggers backwards and sheathes her swords, allowing her fingers to go to the painful wound at her neck. Blood drips from her fingers as she holds it up to see but instead of getting angry she merely laughs outloud. "Ahahaha! Well done! First blood... goes to you." She casually licks the sticky red ichor from her fingertips even as Helena's dark touch causes the managled flesh of her arm to stitch itself back together. "My thanks," she offers over her shoulder. "Hmm, your talents are... intriguing. Perhaps we should have a more.. private discussion in the future." Business first, as they say. Ophelia circles about, putting both Zack and Artemis at her fore and giving them both another bow. "Now then, shall we continue?" Her hands both reach for a different blade and in a flash two more of the katana are whipped out of their sheathes. The samurai rushes directly at Zack first, unleashing a blinding flurry of slashes that seem to leave little room to dodge or escape. Then she turns, knowing that Artemis is likely to attempt to strike at her exposed backside and both swords carve a V-shaped arc into the air, slicing down and then up to push her blade away and then strike on the rebound.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja's teeth grit. Damnit. Why must the Beolve be /right/ once more? He swiftly goes silent, anger dissipating somewhat, before muttering. "No, I suppose not. Curse this world that sees fit to place duty against those better made allies." Faruja's concentration is then utterly destroyed by hands upon his back. Laughing and wiggling, he very nearly falls to his knees from the chi-enhancing tickle attack. "M...M'Lady, cease! 'Tis hardly the time for..." Pause. Squint. At the antics of their sellsword, he simply sighs. "...Oh, Katey, I miss the others." Mutters the rat. It was so much simpler back in Burmecia. Claws clench his blade even as shards of ice gather, entombing him before a rather familiar sword of lightning bisects his icey tomb. Shaking bloody ice, and most of the right side of his armor off along with it, he manages a glare in Agrias' direction. Cough! "/Disgrace/!? Knave! My kind knew honor well before humanity ever did! 'Tis for that very honor that I /joined/ the Church! Duty, strength, and loyalty to one's country, M'Lady!" He continues, the woman seemingly having hit a raw nerve. "...Mayhap I have much to learn of it. However, to throw such stones is to insult the Order of Shrine Knights, as well as my people! And /that/ I shan't abide by!" A helicopter rains down fire, neatly shattering the rat's rant. All in perfect timing, as Agrias' efforts allow the dancer to get in close! He's a little too preoccupied to return the salute, however, Faruja does nod towards Margaux...then her blade cuts in, worsening the wounds given him by Agrias. She might notice him slowing, blood loss weakening him, even as he tries to deflect her attacks. It does little, and he's soon sent back by her kick. "...Nor I. Is this truly the path that you desire? I..." Faruja had hoped the two could work together. Indeed, the Templar looks pained to find himself fighting the woman. Faruja's flesh knits together. Yet...something feels odd. Frowning, the rat can only spare it a glance, before leaping into the air towards Agrias. Faruja's body glows, gathering holy power as he floats near the treetops. Aiming downwards, he falls in that controlled way Dragoons often are capable of, spearpoint aimed for her chest. Hit or miss, when he lands, all of that holy power ignites and explodes around the ratling; gouging earth if not fellow Holy Knight. "Now down with ye!"

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' Thinking on his feet, he decided that whatever Helena was doing to them, was empowering them, healing them. He still didn't know what to make of the lady, but he decided it was time to test her capabilities. Glancing over his shoulder, he'd nod to /his/ Helena. He'd then raise a hand, "Strike the Ground with Glittering Blades." Power would gather in it, and a bolt of lightning would arc down from conjured dark clouds, striking through her body, causing her to stun and spasm. Ramza would then strike his fist against the ground, using a simple trick to force his Chi into the soil, while using a Geomancer's trick to force the soil upwards. The resulting combination would cause a shockwave to careen towards her in a line, pummeling and pounding her rocks, clods of soil, and plant matter, destroying her footing. And then /his/ Helena at the same time would use her far more skilled Geomancer's tricks to use the now broken up soil to create a quicksand like trap, sinking /their/ Helena into the ground, up to her waist. They perhaps were hoping to take her out of the fight by trapping her in the ground. He'd call out to the others with him. "/Noone/ dies today. Take them alive!" He realizes that they would not be likely to offer them the same mercy, but nevertheless, it is his way.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Many things are happening at once and Margaux de Fleury is struggling to keep up with it all. Energy orbs explode one way while swords clash elsewhere. Magics are used to help and heal while maybe allies fight against perhaps enemies. The dancer can't help but be awed by the escalation of this ambush and the power of those fighting. But not all seems to be well for their side when Zack gets dealt a rather harsh counter-attack in response to his flash entrance. He might need some help, but what could the blade dancer do? Oh. Right. She could always dance. Faruja gets a look now as he focuses on the swordswoman who fights alongside her. "Messire, I did not intend for our first dance together to be under such circumstances. Fate can be cruel, no?" The armored redhead sheathes her rapier and raises her hands above her head once more. She dances again, but this dance is for her allies and not her enemies. Hopefully, her graceful moves will inspire Zack and Agrias to move in a similar manner. That way they too could avoid with a little touch of a dancer's grace.

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' She's not an amateur swordsman. She's not a SOLDIER, but she's not an amateur. Zack doesn't bother trying to escape - he knows better than that. He's a much more skilled swordsman than his attitude would suggest; as the blades slash across him, his arms go flying up to block. One of the blades clangs off his armor; the rest dig into his flesh, drawing his mako-charged blood. "You Church guys talk too much." Zack skids back. But the man is nothing but energy and drive, nothing but kinetic force exploding in all directions. Even as the trail of blood follows him, his motions don't stop, can't stop, never stop. He's bleeding badly, but he's bled worse. Margaux's magical dance doesn't help the man's bundle of explosive force. Quite the contrary; he's sped up, moving even faster than he was before. Any attempt to keep him in front of Ophelia is going to end in tragedy. Zack leaps and bounds like a spring-heeled Zack, spinning and flipping over her head constantly despite the immense weight of his blade. His feet brush across the ground for an instant, and he's off, shooting across the ground directly at Ophelia. His eyes flash for a brief instant as his sword glows with magical light, swinging up along his side. There's a pause. Then Zack is on the other side of her, spinning his sword once back into its sheath. The air...space itself...behind him seems to crack, and Zack tilts his head back over his shoulder. ZANTETSUKEN

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' "Knave! KNAVE!?" Agrias shouts in fury as Faruja addresses her and in response to his points she yells, "Honor, faith and devotion! I care little for your titles! Your order of knights! I have seen the truth! A title does not make a person a knight! It does not mean you actually follow the code of a knight!" As the Bermucian leaps into the air, Agrias looks up warily, her sword gleaming brightly in the darkness, seemingly growing brighter and brighter. Looking up at him, she thunders over the sounds around her, "You have let your honor be discarded by those you serve! Your faith has been tainted by the shadows that have taken over the church! You are devoted to darkness!" Flicking her sword, a flaming blade appears where she is standing, serving as a distraction of sorts and she lunges to the side in a roll, narrowly avoiding the impact of Faruja's blow and the small crater resulting. Coming up on her knees, her hand swings her sword out to the side and she calls, "Divine light! Show this poor creature the error of his ways!" Brilliant rays of white energy erupt, piercing the area near where Faruja had landed.

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' He sure does wield that giant blade effectively, doesn't he? Artemis could laugh to see the absurd and uncanny way that weapon is put to battle, not to mention the sudden HELICOPTER. While she is glad to see him fight, a duel would have suited her nicely. Ah well. Another time perhaps. Artemis regards this strange woman, and as she laughs and looks to the blood on her fingers Artemis' lips part in a smile of her own. This woman is insane. Pot and kettle. She notes then how some of the injuries she just inflicted are patched up by Ophelia's companion--but it is not white magic. Artemis' smiles fades. Ophelia is back in action, going for Zack first--when Ophelia turns to attack Artemis, who she presumes to find at her flank, there is no one there. Artemis took this small moment to check on her charge. To her relief and pleasure, Ramza is doing just fine. Keeping Ophelia is perhaps the best strategy for the time being. The green gaze of the masked woman turns back to watch Zack and Ophelia clash. He's been hurt, but she is quite sure it will not slow him. Indeed it does not. He flies around like a ping-pong ball, bringing a smile to her face. Artemis prefers to keep her feet on the ground or at least near it, she supposes. Once there is an opening to the front of Ophelia, Artemis charges in again, feinting with a low horizontal strike to her knees only to adjust her grip quickly and bring the pommel of her blade brutally upward to try to catch Ophelia beneath the chin. The samurai then bends like a tree in the wind, flexible and strong, bringing her leg up and around into a spinning inside crescent kick to the head. Back on her feet, slaps one hand against the flat of her blade and the katana bursts into flame before she slashes forward in a wide downward arc that blazes with a blinding light.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "All the moreso with every passing dawn, M'Lady. 'Tis enough to make men and nezumi alike fear to be swallowed by the morning's light and what it would bring." Responds the rat, perhaps a little sadly. First Ramza, then Agrias. Some small thought catches in the back of Faruja's head, much like the time with Katyna and Ramza. The beams of heavenly light that seek to sear his flesh hardly register at first as the gears in his head twirl. What would cause such an obviously devoted woman such conviction against the Church? As well as Ramza? Are they both merely insane? Was the Beolve's tongue truly so silver? Even for the devoted knight, something isn't adding up. Any response the rat has is eaten by a scream as pain registers, and the all too familiar power of Holy Explosion tears through the Templar. Yet it's the fires of her blazing holy sword that has the rat clutching at himself, ripping off burning bandages to save his already burnt and pained arm. Screaming and self-preservation take hold, the ratling eventually getting the flames out as he tries to not let old fears and memories assault him. Nor does he forget his allies. Glancing to Ophelia as she falls, he directs a healing wave of spells towards her, in the hopes of sending her back to her feet!

:'''[[Ophelia]] has posed:''' Ophelia turns to face the SOLDIER upon finding that her other opponent has failed to take the obvious opening, though from the direction of Artemis' gaze it seems that her actions are the product of pointless worry for her allies rather that keen tactical planning. The Inquisitor makes a face and clucks her tongue, bringing both sword about to continue striking at the spikey-haired man with the gaint sword but even as she turns he sails overhead which forces her to spin in a circle that throws her offbalance just to try and keep him within view. In her current state, the vampire is unable to keep up with his magically assisted movements, the majority of her powers sealed away to avoid accidentally revealing her nature. She didn't expect to face such foes here or she would have come alone so that she could unleash her full unholy might upon these heretics. Zack bounces freely about overhead several times until the moment is right. His feet touch the ground and the SOLDIER zips past her, pausing dramatically as the powerful technique rips through the air and into her body. Ophelia doubles over in subdued pain as a massive gash shatters the ornate plates across her chest. The lamellar armor dangles in two halves from its bindings at her shoulders and sides, clearly not designed to withstand such powerful blows. Ophelia lets out a muffled grunt of agony and falls to one knee. But she's not entirely defeated yet. Her primary blade lashes out to counter Artemis as she comes in for the kill but the reverse-handed pommel smash catches her square in the jaw and sends her reeling. With no leverage to use she is powerless to stop the deadly kick that comes swinging into her head like a hammer. The vampire's sight bursts into a swirl of flashing lights when she hits the ground and rolls for several feet, giving only a final defiant glare up at the other woman before the blade slashes into her chest and she collapses into an unconscious heap. Faruja's holy magic covers the fallen warrior woman in bright light but rather than knitting her flesh and rousing her to consciousness once more the pale skin seems to degrade even further. The areas around her wounds look particularly awful, shriveling up and atrophying at an accelerated rate is if decaying before their very eyes but the strange blight doesn't seem to spread beyond that. Ophelia herself does not respond to the healing, remaining passively slumped over in the dirt.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena is a bit surprised when the ground itself opens up! Slammed by the very earth itself, she lets out a surprised squeek, and a bit of an agonized cry when it crushes her. She is held by earth, but she breathes calmly...relaxing her body...and then with a bit of effort, the woman litterally PULLS herself out of the ground, as it seals on her, and is back on her feet with a bit of a annoyed look. However, Ophelia is cut down, and she winces slightly. Faruja heals her, and she winces even more... did he not know? How did he not...she thinks about this, interesting...very interesting. Slowly, she turns towards Faruja, noting that they are...basicly alone against a large force. There was nothing for her on the line here, and while she is basicly ready to cut loose...there was no reason to. "Well then, I think we're done here. I'm going to tend to the ladies wounds, I am guessing you'll want to be bounding her up," she says, and waves a hand as she moves to Ophi's side...trying to stablize her form. She whispers, "Oh no release for you yet, you are far too useful to me." She says, with a giggle.

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' And so, Ophelia falls. Ramza did not witness the failed attempt at healing by Faruja to follow, having been focused on Helena. And then she announces her intent to quit the field. Well she was a sellsword after all, what else should he expect? She had no stake in this other than whatever wages her /boss/ was paying her. "Then be away. Tell your employer that we're not preyed upon so easily." Well, that just left Faruja. And he knew that despite Agrias' accusations of dishonor against him, that he would never leave a fallen foe, in fact, he might fight to the death. And so he advances on Faruja from the front, with his sword sheathed. "I've said it before, Ser Senra, I don't want to harm you..." And then he'd aim a haymaker punch right at his jaw. "...so I ask that you forgive me for this..." He'd duck low, under any impending counterswings, before he began to repeatedly attempt to pummel the Burmecian with his fists, as they barrage came faster, and faster, pouncing his face, and mid-section. While he was armored, Ramza's fists were mailed, and with chi enhancements to each blow, he would feel it even through his platemail. "...but believe it or not, this is for your own good. I won't have you dying here!"

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Margaux's inspirational dance finishes with a spin that leaves the dancer's arms spread out to her sides. At the same time, she takes a leisurely step backwards in order to finish her theatric stage bow. Hostilities had seemingly ceased and the dancer makes no move to wield her rapier any further. The weapon is left in its sheath and the Death Corps Dancer stands up properly so that she can get a better look of the battlefield. Faruja gets a slight frown. That sure looked as if that would have hurt. Margaux wishes no further hostilities on the Templar and so she does not make any move to chase after him. Hopefully, he will manage to escape. She rather liked Messire Zealot afterall. And then Ramza attacks Faruja. The redhead taps a finger against her chin. Margaux was ready to let Faruja simply withdraw, but that was indeed a course of action to take as well. She can only shrug her shoulders before taking a deep breath now that the curtain has set on her part in this performance.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias sheathes her sword slowly after a glance at Faruja. After being cleansed by the righteous fury of the heavens, he doesn't appear to have much left in him at the moment, and she's not going to kill him. Though it looks like Ramza might! But, no, really, the blonde knight understands. And she approves, somewhat. If they can afford to keep a prisoner in the camp, they likely should. She looks towards Helena and Ophelia, then back to Ramza, "Orders?"

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' And after one final haymaker to Faruja's jaws, before he waves out his hand, massaging his bruised knuckles. "Take them both alive. Its time for Ser Senra to know the truth."

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' Artemis twirls her blade, droplets of blood dashed from the blade. She watches the other samurai fall. The masked blonde is quite sure they will meet again. Frowning, she steps back to let Helena stabilize the wounds of Ophelia, but...something is quite wrong. What is happening to the flesh there is /not/ natural. Artemis looks up then to find Ramza apologizing to Faruja--then slugging him mercilessly. Or, as Ramza would see it, mercifully. As Artemis hears his orders, she nods, though she's unsure about this plan. She will not voice her misgivings just now. "I'll leave her to you," she says to Zack, then moves over to assist Ramza with Faruja, close enough now to speak with him quietly. "There is something off about the samurai. The way her wounds react....are you sure about this?"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Woefully ignorant of his superior's 'condition', he's in little condition himself to peer at her wounds. All he knows is that Ramza's blows, particularly given that a majority of his armor's been reduced to little more than sharp pointy bits on the ground thanks to Agrias' holy explosion, really hurt. Struck in the face, jaw, and chest, he falls down with a heavy thud. The smell of burnt fur wafts off of him. Going silent for a moment, Ramza would then be greeted with a squeaking snarl. If there's one thing that's defined the rat, it's pure stubborn will. A foot comes up, aimed neatly at Ramza's face. Dragoons kick hard, particularly Burmecian ones. "...Do check...*cough*...if thy opponent is unconscious." Still, he's now without a weapon thanks to Agrias' heavenly wrath...and looking barely awake as it is. One little tap could do it! "M'Lady, take the Inquisitor and run!"

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena looks up... Well, then... She stands up, and walks towards Faruja, the Heretics are rocking him, but if this keeps up he is likely to kill himself, and she just doesn't have the patience to sew his body back together. This is...really annoying, they need to get to the part where she can mercilessly hit on these people, so she can at least enjoy herself until Souji gets to have their meeting with them. She takes a breath... And then dashes right towards Faruja, "You are already tickled." Lets slow this down... Helena pikes Faruja multiple times, before stopping... Now... Faruja will get the experienced of being tickled for twenty minutes straight. At once.

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' Zack moves in between the New Zodiac Braves, Ophelia, and Faruja. He holds up his hand, his sword sheathed. "You guys. Let 'em go." Zack puts his hands on his hips and tilts his head to the side. As Faruja snaps out to kick Ramza, Zack turns around, reaching to grab the foot with his own hands; the dragoon's foot is mighty, and Zack goes skidding backwards against Ramza. He doubles over a bit, a groan on his lips. "Ow...nice kick, man." He straightens, rubbing his stomach. Then he presses his hands together and grins, the wind kicking up around him. "Listen. Don't worry, okay? We're not gonna hurt you. We're gonna let you guys go. Lemme give you a little help to get you back on your feet, and then you guys can get outta here." The wind suddenly becomes a gentle, calming breeze. White magic fills the field, unusual white magic of the sort that those who have never met Aerith Gainsborough couldn' possibly know. It's a peaceful breeze, supplementing Zack's peaceful smile.

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' After a conversation over Linkpearl, Artemis stands beside Ramza, ready to take the kick that Zack takes first. Well, alright. It seems they have talked Ramza out of capture. She feels that it is best, and she hopes she and Zack are correct. "Leave, Ser Senra, with your life and your honor. We'll meet again," she says, watching as Zack casts a cure spell. Tch, she wished she had that ability. Artemis looks around then. "Are all well?"

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias Oaks frowns, her expression dour. She still holds her scabbard in one hand, and her other hand rests upon the hilt of her sword. She remains silent now, watching the movements of their fatigued assailants and letting Ramza and the rest decide what to do.

:'''[[Ophelia]] has posed:''' As before the healing winds have the opposite effect on the vampire's necrotic flesh than what Zack might have hoped. Her veins become dark and pronounced as the flesh begins to grow glossy and pale. Her skin peels away in a few places, creating broken ravines of visible raw muscle. Ophelia gasps in her 'sleep' and coughs a burst of dark ichor flows through her lips, trickling down the side of her chin. The flesh around her wounds grows even worse, bits and pieces dropping away in wet clumps like a mass of leperous disease. Obviously whatever is going on here, healing magic isn't helping.

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' Ramza Beoulve sucks in a deep breath as a radio conversation occurs, but then his shoulders sag. He looks Faruja right in his eye.. and the Burmecian lashes out with a vicious kick before he can explain that they've decided to let them go. Zack would interpose himself and take it for them. "Thank you, Ser Fair." And then he'd continue speaking to Faruja. "Ser Fair is correct. We're letting all of you go. I.. wanted to show you why I fight, but you would not believe me, even if I did, wouldn't you?" He'd walk over to the fallen vampire, lifting her ragged form up, before carrying her over to Faruja, who is now on the ground in a giggle fit from all the tickling. He'd lay down Ophelia gently, beside him. "So preserve your honor, and leave, Ser Senra. Though I ask that you do not speak of this to Shrine Knight LeBlue. Report to whomever else may have ordered this."

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' With all the talk over the linkshell and in person, Margaux thought that she might have to intervene herself. But, thanks to Zack and cooler minds, things work out the way she wanted them to. The Dancer wanted Faruja to escape as that is why she did pursue after him. Margaux only waves towards the Templar. "Farewell Messire! Perhaps our next dance will not be so deadly." She calls out cheerfully with a smirk coming late onto her face.

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' Zack points at Ophelia awkwardly. "That wasn't what I thought was gonna happen. ...s-sorry."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena sighs... Freeking seriously?! "Okay, like, seriously? Is paying attention to hard?" she asks Zack. She rolls her eyes, it is like...nobody is paying attention. She walks over, AGAIN, to Ophelia, and kneels near her, placing a hand on her and reconstructing her. AGAIN. Enough to stablize, but not to get her back on her feet because she doesn't have the amount of mana to spare.

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' There is always one name that can bring a shiver to her spine. Artemis closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, shoving down the urge to follow Faruja back to Louis. The samurai sheaths her blade and opens her eyes to look at the palms of her hands, twin scars greeting her. Oaths.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "...An excellent block." Returns the Templar, before the man speaks of letting them go. "Mayhap you are unfamiliar with the Order of Temple Knights, then? We are not in the habit of surrendering. 'Twould be my duty to fight so long as I am able." Artemis, too, asks him to flee. Struggling to his feet even with the healing, he walks over to Ophelia. Only once Helena is done, does he speak. "...However, to defend one's allies is a higher duty even than that. Until we meet again." Pause. Faruja finds himself peering at the odd wounds of his superior, before incantations spill from his muzzle. White light encircles himself and the Inquisitor, Faruja's warp spell whisking them away where Arista picks them up.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena makes a look... She reaches down the front of her outfit, and procures a small bottle, "Feed this to her once you get to safety. It will restore her, given time." She says, and places the thing into Faruja's hand. She thens tands up, bouncing towards the others, "Alright, well, I guess I have switched sides. Oh well~"

Around the NZB Campfire

2013-04-26T13:37:25Z

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:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' Their time in Hawaii was over. While it was a fine diversion from the somberness of the existence, Ramza and those in his company knew it could not last forever. Once the party had finished, an argument with Margaux had put their leader in melancholic mood which had dampened his spirits on their remaining two days in the island paradise. Once it was time to move on, they did so with haste. The fact that the Church had been quiescent as of late was foreboding enough that he wanted to remain on the move, before they pinpointed their current location. And so they stayed away from populated areas, instead choosing to camp cross country, often nearby wooded glades and forests. Here in the Old Kingdom, the Braves had already pitched camp. A mess area was set up, a fire pit created, a temporary latrine was dug, all of these things were performed before sunset. A hunting party was then sent into the forest to see if they could flush out some game before the evening grew too late and they had to break open their stores. Right now, Ramza was seated by the firepit, writing something in a leather journal using a ballpoint pen by the waning light of the sun, one of the few luxuries he allowed himself from this amalgamation of worlds. Every so often, he'd look up, giving the camp an appraising look, before returning to what he was writing.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias had been fairly quiet recently, perhaps suffering from a brief period of solemn melancholy herself, due to how things had worked out. She still took care of her duties amongst the group, and there were few outward signs of it beyond being less social than her usual not particularly social self. Helping get the camp set up, the knight did her part just like any other member of the Braves, and then went off into the trees a short distance. Taking advantage of the solitude and relative silence, she offers a quiet prayer, and then lingers there for a time before returning to the camp. Tugging off her gloves, Agrias makes her way towards the firepit and Ramza, moving to settle across from him, arms resting upon her knees as she asks, "Are we headed anywhere in particular? Or just focusing on not letting the church catch up to us for the time being."

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' While Ramza had almost certainly noticed that Agrias had been more despondent than usual, he hadn't had time to address it. While she was widely known as one of the most somber members of the company, the youngest son of the Beoulve family usually had an affinity for her that allowed him to typically read her moods. Unfortunately, the burdens of leadership had weighed heavily upon him as of late as he tried to resolve several internal disputes. Rumors were abound in the camp that an assassination attempt had nearly been carried out upon his life by a member of the Corpse Brigade, but the young man had insisted otherwise. In fact, he was attempting to recruit the lady who was reputed to be his assassin. Agrias would likely understand his merciful nature better than most. He just had a tendency to be /kind/ even to those who had wronged him. /Especially/ those who had wronged him. It was only in the face of contemptible cruelty that he acted otherwise. When she had returned from her prayers, and seated herself across from him, the young man would close the journal, setting it aside. His smile was affable as he regarded her. "They sent an army against us in the Sabil Mountains, Agrias." While Ramza tended to be more formal in addressing most people, it wasn't so with her. In public, he might have called her Lady Oaks, however, or even M'lady despite her posessing no noble blood. He just.. addressed everyone as such, with all deserving equal respect from him. Title and blood held no meaning for him any longer. "..I like it not that the inquisitors and Templars are reticent. They'll be trying to venge their defeat soon enough. Fain forgive me, Agrias, but we have little choice but to wait them out, and endeavour to learn the locations of the Auracite before they do." And then his smile would become wan. "We'll find them both, I promise. There is naught in this world that will have me waiver from that course."

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Studying Ramza across the fire, Agrias offers a faint smile, inclining her head as she listens to him speak before commenting, "Soon, I agree, Ramza." The generally formal knight returning the easy, familiar form of address with her companion, her friend. Glancing idly around the camp, she adds, "The longer we roam free, the worse it is for the church, the more they put up wanted posters, the more people will wonder. Having supposed heretics running about weakens them." Lips drawing into a brief frown, she shakes her head slowly and looks back to the Beoulve, "Nevermind that we know the -truth- and they want rid of us for that alone." "Are we even certain all of the Auracite is here? Or maybe there's -more-. I suppose we'll find out eventually." The blonde's smile grows at the last bit and she repeats, "We will find them. It is just a matter of time." She falls silent a moment, glancing around the camp once more before she looks back to Ramza and says, "There've been some interesting rumors around the camp recently. Anything I should know about?"

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' The young man would breathe out a tired sigh. His still made his smile plain though. "Mayhaps it does weaken them, but even so, I don't know if we ought to do more than that. Most will assume we speak false of the faith of Saint Ajora, and what if they didn't? What if they believe that we speak true? I can think of no worse possibility than staining our hands with so much blood by creating a haphazard uprising by the civilians." He'd incline his head a fraction. "Not all of them mean ill. Ser Senra is a fine man, for example. Most within the Church are good people who minister to the souls of the faithful, and remain blissfully unaware of the depravity of their leadership. I despise their leadership all the more for making pawns of virtuous people. Even so, Ser Senra proves that the truth alone isn't enough. We have to release it carefully, convincing only a handful at a time on why our course is the right one." He'd pause for a time when she asked the hard questions. Such had been on his mind as well, but he'd contemplated and didn't find it likely that the stones were lost. "The stones emblazoned with the houses of the Night Sky.. they're not holy relics, but they are powerful. I can't imagine that any were lost to darkness. And even if they were not? I suspect that the Archadian Empire, this /new/ Ivalice, is connected to our own. I believe we'll find some of the Auracite there. It is why I hired Ser Vespar to feel the land out for us, and to obtain a potential deterrant against the power of the stones." He'd raise a hand as if to preempt a response. "I know the man is a Dark Knight, Agrias, but even so, he has more principles than Goffard ever had. It is a gamble to trust him, but given the way he treats his friends and allies.. I don't think our funds were misspent." And then she asked the blunt question. He owed it to /her/ at least to be honest. The damage had already been done after all. "Margaux is a former member of the Corpse Brigade, as you're likely well aware. She pulled her blade on me once to venge its rout and I.. talked her down. We reconciled, and I swore that we wouldn't speak of the matter again. Unfortunately, Artemis figured it out, and is decidedly hostile towards her. I can't say I blame her given her oath to me, but it has made relations with Margaux strained.." Its a strange sort of man, to be apologetic to an assassin, for her being revealed as a former assassin, but that's the sort of man he was.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' "You are right that we can out them so blatantly, for fear of the inevitable casualties in the resulting war. Which is assuming we were believed by more than a few. But, the church can not continue with the lingering threat of such a thing being possible, like a blade pressed to the back," Agrias comments as she unbuckles her sword belt and sets the sheath across her lap, "Many of them are innocent in mind, which makes this all the harder. It is not my place to fight such people, normally, but if they unwittingly align themselves alongside such villains, I am uncertain what else to do but fight them." At his answer regarding the auracite, the knight nods, "I agree. They are powerful, and unlikely to have simply disappeared due to that. We are not often granted such beneficial coincidences, are we? If anything, I imagine it would be no surprise if we had a great deal more around here." As the conversation shifts to the Dark Knight with the group, Agrias sniffs sharply and looks dour for a moment. Were she anyone else, she'd have likely turned her head and spit while uttering a curse. "I will not start any trouble with the man. We need all the allies we can acquire. But I suggest not trusting him too far. You hired him. Such a man follows money. Like Goffard did. We do not have the most money. How long will it be before he realizes that?" The last bit simply draws a sigh from the woman, a few years older than Ramza, "Try not to start collecting such people, Ramza, please. Dark Knights, assassins. And do remember that any other assassin would ignore your words. That is not the time to be aiming for conversation. I would not be surprised were the Church to send nefarious people to find us. It is good that Artemis is assisting in your protection, though."

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' He'd fold his hands in his lap, staring out distantly at the sunset. "My Father told me to stray not from the true path, Agrias. While I know the path, he never told me it wouldn't be perilous to walk it." He'd glance at her somberly. "I'm not so certain. While it would be folly to ignore us, they have other concerns. This world we live in.. they have not the power base they once possessed. They've having to rebuild, proselytize, and make new alliances. The game has changed for them, and while I like it not that they see it as naught but a game, it is what it is to them. They can't incite the nobility of Ivalice to war, because the nobility is no longer a factor. Without war, they cannot incite the people to rebellion. Without rebellion, none will proffer to the Church for an end to the conflict. No, the Lucavi must have changed their strategem, I just don't know how, to what purpose they work towards. Not yet." He'd give a noncomittal sort of gesture with his hand. "Indeed. We have no choice but to fight them, but I would not kill the pawns of our enemy. Especially when they might be made to see the truth. Ser Senra.. is coming around. Slowly but surely. You've yet to meet him, but I have a feeling you'll like the man. Despite his zealotry, you are alike, in many ways." And then on Angantyr, he'd smile. "Its not as if I'm recruiting the man, Agrias. He's been hired to perform a task. A task he'll perform efficiently. If he chose to join us later? Well, I'll deal with that when it comes. He's not like Ser Fair, he's a more traditional sort of mercenary, just one with /some/ scruples." And then on the subject of money. "The man has a.. history, with the Archadian Empire. He has given us a lofty discount as a result. The man tries to venge some past slight, of which I know little about. Even so, he can be trusted to work against the best interests of House Solidor, if naught else. While I'd prefer not to trust in a man's bloodthirst alone, it makes less likely to betray us than Goffard was by my brother's deep coffers." He'd chuckle at her statement. "She has more honor than any assassin, Agrias. She refused to strike me down from behind, unless I'd turn and face her. She reminds me very much of Lady Milleuda Folles, and just like Lady Folles, she is a woman of principle. I would like dearly, to be her friend, rather than her foe. Against any /other/ assassin, I shan't forget that. However, look at whom we have gathered, as of late..." He'd gesture around the camp. "I can scarce afford to turn away anyone that I feel is deserving of a chance to win our trust. I suppose that you are right, in that the Church might attempt to slip others into our company who might mean us harm but.." He'd flash an affectionate smile her way. "...I can always trust you and Artemis to look out for me, Agrias. I want you to know how much I appreciate that."

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' "Power, is I imagine all they are seeking. And you make a good point, in this new world, their hands are full, so perhaps we will get off easily for the time being," Agrias muses, drawing her blade from its sheath atop her lap and reaching to pull an oiling cloth from a nearby bundle of supplies. "I look forward to meeting this man you seem to think so highly of. It rends at my soul to imagine a truly good man would be serving such vile fiends." "I trust your judgement, Ramza, and your decisions. Forgive me for being a bit wary continually. A Dark Knight though, I pray you understand my hesitation. I'd have had little to do with Gafgarion if times had not been so desperate. But..they still are, are they not?" The blonde knight smiles wryly, shaking her head, "I shall do my part to make them feel part of the company. Perhaps we can make true allies out of them, in time." Following his gesture, Agrias nods slowly, "You are right. We need any competent hands we can get, to bolster our strength while we have the opportunity to do so." She would pause at the last bit and then nod slightly, a small smile on her lips, "You are a friend, Ramza, a dear friend, and I will never forget your assistance. I will always be your friend, and until we rescue the Princess, I am your shield." A small pause and she hmm's before adding, "I imagine perhaps I should get to know this other new companion of yours better as well. Anything in particular I should know before seeking to do so?"

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' Ramza would watch her tend to her blade, nodding thoughtfully. "Power indeed, but in what form? 'Tis naught but speculation right now. However I feel it would be disastrous in this world to allow the Church, or anyone else to get ahold of the Auracite. Imagine if the Archadian Empire located it. Our position would grow even more tenuous if a Lucavi controlled House Solidor and allied it with the Church." He'd chuckle. "I once met the man when he did not recognize whom I am. He's a Burmecian, a demihuman mouse that walks as a man, but he is kind, honorable, and wholly committed to his faith. Still, you should ware him, until we can convince him of the truth, he is dangerous. He was among those whom attacked us in the Mountains of Sabil." He'd smile again at her. "Thank you for your trust, Agrias, but never stop questioning my judgement if you feel that you ought to. Your counsel and criticism are always welcome. They keep me grounded in these times." And then he'd nod, his smile becoming even more gracious. "Thank you. Make them feel welcome but.. I understand your caution. If you must keep an eye on them, all I ask is that you use discretion. I trust your judgement, just as you do my own." He'd lean backwards against the rock, more at ease perhaps in her presence. "We'll find her, Agrias. I won't have her remain in the hands of those who would exploit her. And when we do, we'll give her the succor she requires. This time we won't make the mistake of trusting aught but ourselves to the task." And then she asked on Artemis, and the young man's cheeks would flush despite the question being innocent. "She swore an oath to me, the first time we met. To be my shield as well, she is extraordinarily dedicated in the execution of her oath. I know the gossip around the camp.. I have ears, but there is no truth in the rumors. She may sleep in my room when we stay at an inn, or near my tent when we're in the wild, but it is purely to safeguard my life. She is.. somber at times, but at others capricious. She is a fine warrior, more skilled than myself by far. You see, Agrias.. her brother and herself were once close. As close as I am to my sister, if not moreso. Then her brother joined the Templars, much to the shock of her family. When next she saw him, he was butchering their Lord Father. Venging this patricide, defines her existence. I suspect.. I suspect that Louis, her brother, is one of the masterminds of the conspiracy, as from what Artemis tells me, he used to be a good man.. but in battle, he is a man possessed. He has not transformed into a Lucavi.. but I think he might be capable of it."

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' "That would be an ill turn of events indeed," Agrias comments upon the notion of the Archadian Empire finding the Auracite. She nods as the conversation moves briefly back to the mouse man and lets out a soft laugh, "There are many odd things here. That rates low on the scale by now." The knight smiles at the younger man, "Then I shall continue to do so, when I feel the situation warrants it. And I will strive to not be completely obtuse. I've no desire to make more enemies, that is to be certain." Continuing to clean and oil her sword, Agrias nods slightly at his assurance that they would find Ovelia, quietly sliding the cloth back and forth. She remains silent a few moments, listening as he describes one of the other new members. Her expression grows amused at the talk of the rumors, "I would be surprised if any of them had any truth to them. Surprised, but not particularly worried." She rolls a spaulder-clad shoulder in a shrug, falling quiet to listen to the rest. The knight frowns at the story, "That is horrid, I can only imagine what such an experience must do to someone. She likely has a nearly unparalleled amount of drive to accomplish her goals. I look forward to speaking with her more than in passing. And to have a brother.." Agrias trails off there, belatedly. She holds her sword up against the flickering firelight, examining it before she asks, "I believe I may consider a trip or two into nearby towns in the coming days. Is that going to be problematic?"

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' "Don't denigrate yourself, Agrias. You've never been obtuse." He gave her a cheerful smile as he regarded her. "And we'll strive to make certain it doesn't come to pass. But.." His smile disappeared, as his expression became more cheerful. "I'm afraid that we may be making more enemies before this is over. It is not in me to ignore the plight of anyone in need, and in this strange amalgamation of worlds, there are no shortage of vile men who would have others suffer and die at their whims. Even if we were to topple the conspiracy within the Church, and to retrieve both Alma and her majesty.. I wouldn't see our work as being finished." And then she responded to the rumors, and Ramza would offer a nervous chuckle. His cheeks were still an amusing shade of bright red. He'd shake his head when she asked if it would be a problem for her to take a trip or two. "Not at all. Take Lavian and Alicia with you when you do, there is strength in numbers. Your face is on the same handbills as my own, but so long as you are cautious, I see no harm in it."

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' "You are right about our work not being done. Once we get them back, they won't be safe until we've done something about the overwhelming amount of darkness in the world, but..they will be safer -with- us," the knight declares quietly. She looks at Ramza's face, smiling faintly herself, "I will take them with. They will likely enjoy the trip, it's been a while since the three of us did anything with just..the three of us." Sliding her sword back into its sheath, she settles it back into place at her hip and then rises slowly, "Thank you, Ramza. I'm going to take a little walk and check on things around the camp, alright?"

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' Ramza would pick up the journal opening it to the proper page, and clicking the end of his ballpoint pen. There wasn't much daylight left to him, he'd best make use of it. "Try to enjoy yourselves. Our time in Hawaii made me realize that.. sometimes we just need to set time aside to live." A pause, and a nod. "Of course, Agrias. Your company was welcome, as always."

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Today was another day in the life of the wandering once-revolutionary, Margaux de Fleury. Compared to the day before, the Death Corps Knight was dressed in her usual garb. She wore her jack of plates. blue cloak, and phoenix rapier that may make certain members of Ramza's troupe a little apprehensive due to the terrible rumors/truths circulating around. Margaux meanders through the camp proper now with a thorned red rose in her hands. She is unbothered by this flora because of the thick leather gloves that she fancies. The purpose of her visit and the flower in Fleury's possession remain a mystery until she spies a certain Ramza Beoulve nose deep in his journal. Not hesitating any longer, the dancer approaches and addresses the seated Heretic Leader. "Messire," greets Margaux simply with none of her usual enthusiasm. In fact, she looks rather guarded in comparison to the day before, however; wearing a rapier and armor will have that effect. "There are matters to be discussed between you and me, no?"

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' Ah. She'd arrived. He actually hadn't expected her to come at all. When he lifts his gaze to meet hers, he would appraise her armored appearance, and the thorned red rose in her hands. He didn't understand the meaning of the flower per se, but he was cognizant as to why she'd be on edge. His gaze would briefly sweep around the camp to ensure that they were alone, so that he could speak freely. Thankfully Artemis was far afield, and Agrias was inspecting the edge of the camp. For his part, Ramza was unarmored, though he carried two visible sheathed weapons on his person. Closing his journal, he'd put it aside, before rising to greet her. "Good evening Marguerite. I wasn't expecting that you'd come. Are you faring well?" Well that was the extent of the idle pleasantries, he wasn't going to patronize her by acting like her fears were unjustified, even if they /were/ in the case of him at least. "Indeed. I'd like to offer you my apologies. Artemis guessed at what occurred between us from a slip of the tongue. I told Lady Avira that we went through a rough patch due to our respective pasts, and that we'd reconciled. It was enough to draw suspicion. I take full responsibility for that." He'd pause, to regard her thoughtfully. "I won't speak false to you. There are some that are on edge. However, I promised you that you'd be welcome here, and that oath I can keep." He'd gesture with a hand around his camp. "While you may not see many with us here at the moment, I'll make my words plain. You'll find others here that opposed us at one point or are running from the past. Marlowe is former Corpse Brigade. He once put an arrow in my shoulder. Helena was once an Inquisitor of Glabados. She tried to kill me several times before witnessing the Cardinal become a Lucavi. Kityana Redsdottr, also known as Katyna and Ember both, was a spy for the Shadow Lords. She committed unspeakable acts for them, and now desires only to find redemption. I knew her when she was naught but a child before our world fell." He would gesture for her to sit down, if she chose, and he would do so first, to show that he meant her no harm. "I'm not saying you should be ashamed of your past, quite the contrary. I feel it is something to be proud of. I only mean to tell you that you need not worry about acceptance here. Artemis is brusque, and very dedicated when it comes to my protection. But she is a friend, and I see you as one as well. She'll come around in time." He'd breathe out a sigh. "So I ask that you fain forgive a fool that tried to make you feel welcome, and failed in the attempt. And ask if you might consider giving us another chance. Given that the damage is already done, I told them the truth. That you pulled a blade on me, but not as an assassin, as you asked that I face you honorably. You never struck, and that we reconciled afterwards. I've spoken to each of them on this, other than Artemis and Zack. Zack I do not feel will have any issues with you. Artemis.. I believe I know what I might say to her. So I ask again, if you might consider staying, despite my poor hospitality, and betrayal of your trust."

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Margaux was not exactly planning on showing up unarmored around here anymore. She still valued her own life afterall. The redheaded fencer raises a brow when Ramza mentions telling -AVIRA- about the incident. Her gloved hand closes around the stem of the rose tightly before she relents and opens her hand slightly. She breathes a deep sigh before closing her eyes now. "Madame Avira is...perhaps now was an employer of mine as I had promised to assist her cause if she did mine. And now...." Blue eyes reopen on Ramza. "....she may have doubts about my character as well. One fateful act that was now compounded by numerous wandering tongues." The blade-dancer takes a moment to compose herself and ponder where she now stands with -all- of her associates now. Her self-assessment brings a frown upon her lips. "No matter. The damage is over now, or atleast so I choose to believe." Margaux pauses briefly again before continuing, "I am a bit lost now, messire, on to where to turn to." She declines the offer to sit for now and chooses to remain standing. The rose gripped in her hands is glanced to briefly now. "I believe you offer forgiveness for what was done, but I do not feel the same about your companions." The redhead sighs wistfully once more. "Quite a predicament to be in I would think. But now I must ask the question that is often posed from one to another: what will happen next?"

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' Ramza Beoulve would shake his head. "No. I doubt that. Artemis was circumspect enough to speak to me in private later on her suspicions. Lady Avira was only told that we went through a rough patch because you were formerly in the Corpse Brigade, an organization that was once at odds with me. She knows naught else, and I intend for it to remain that way. If you chose to return to her, then I doubt she would regard you any differently since you already told her where you are from." He'd watch how she holds the rose all this time, but still he remained entirely casual about her presence here. He didn't believe she meant him harm, and he certainly didn't mean her harm. "That is your decision. I can only make you the offer to join us. Or if you do not wish to, only to say that as long as I am here, you will remain my guest and friend, and be made welcome." He'd tilt his head into a nod. "I can understand why you feel that way, but I only ask that you give them a chance. Be honest with them, be yourself. They'll come around, or they won't. Not everyone is friends here, with everyone else. Marlowe.. has a reputation, not for his past, but because he tends to be uh.." His cheeks would redden a touch. "..a philanderer. The point is that I feel that most will accept you. And those that don't? They'll still treat you well because I ask it of them. Artemis.. as I said, she'll come around once I speak to her, I promise." He'd just look her in the eyes as she asked her final question, from his seated position. "What do you want to happen? Noone here wants to kill you, Marguerite. There is a place for you here if you'd like. And if you choose otherwise, then I won't hold it against you. As I said before, I'd like very much to be your friend, no matter what choice you might make."

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' "You make forgiveness for an attempted assassination sound so easy, so effortless." Margaux muses as she holds the rose in both hands now. Her blue eyes remain on Ramza however. "I hope they do accept me in time or else I will have to leave as that would be no life to live when you are someone such as I am." She now makes a grandiose motion to herself. "I am not without my own vanities and expectations afterall." Margaux explains with a late smirk blooming on her face. Her gloved hands open and the rose is left to fall to the ground. "I thought this would be 'goodbye' Messire Heretic." A shrug. "My mistake for coming prepared for the worst." It may be a little unclear whether she is referencing the rose or her armor. But then again, maybe both have their significance.

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' The man would chuckle light-heartedly. It was a strange sort of person that would not only forgive someone that had once desired to take his life, but to apologize to them for revealing it. He recognized that eccentricity at least. "Shouldn't it be? I feel the world would be a better place if people were quicker to forgive slights, rather than to bury each other for them. And as I said before. You didn't cut me down from behind. You asked me to face you honorably. Those are not the methods of an assassin." He'd nod to her, his smile visibly widening at the implications of her statement. "As do I, Marguerite. Stay with us then, please. It won't take me long to smooth over matters with Artemis." He'd actually grin at that, chuckling once again. "You'll have to tell me of them. After my failed attempt at hospitality earlier, it behooves me to attempt and accomodate those expectations and.. vanities." And then the rose would fall to the ground, and the young man would watch it fall, before quirking an eyebrow. "You must think me a particularly vile sort. I hardly think that I would set my friends and allies upon you as if they were naught but hounds." While the words may have indicated that he was offended, the tone indicated that he was merely teasing her. Perhaps needling her for her constant teasing of him. "I can't fault you for thinking the worst of me or them, Marguerite. Mayhaps in time, we'll be able to change that. Besides, I far prefer it when you're able to make your smile plain, and wear a casual frock instead of mail. I think the world would be a better place, if we were all able to shed our armor, and go about living, truly living, as we wished."

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Having wandered off for a bit after a chat with Ramza, Agrias had gone to check on some of the Braves. Her friends, Lavian and Alicia, namely, though she'd grown to be friends with the rest as well, to some degree or another. Wandering back towards the firepit, the blonde knight has her gloves tucked into her sword belt and a waterskin in hand, her cheeks flushed a little as if she'd been exerting herself. She lifts the waterskin to her lips, taking a sip as she nears the fire, and seeing Ramza has company, she calls a greeting once she's in hearing distance, free hand lifting to wave. Agrias isn't the type to sneak up on her friends and be nosy. "Ramza! Are you still writing in your journal? Did you eat something yet?" She glances to the other woman, offering a nod, "Good evening, m'lady." Stepping closer, the knight moves towards a toppled log which should make a (not really comfy) seat, but doesn't sit just yet. She looks between the pair, a fair brow arching slightly, "Not interrupting, am I?"

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' "You would prefer me in a frock than in my armor?" Margaux states back to Ramza after skipping over the more serious dialogue between them. The now roseless fencer outstretches her arms which causes her bright blue cloak to cascade out from her. She then rises on her booted tiptoes with her arms rising above her head. The dancer spins once and then twice as she lowers herself down to reclaim the rose before coming to a halt with the rose outstretched now to Ramza. "Consider it a peace offering." Even though she did not comment directly on what Ramza said before, the upturn in her demeanor and actions should be answer enough for him. Whether the rose was accepted or not, Margaux will deftly come down off her tiptoes and turn flat-footed towards the approaching knight. Phew. She thought it would have been Madame Mask. "Once never truly interrupts a dancer mid-performance. As they often say, the show must go on." Margaux answers to Agrias before flourishing an elaborate stage bow towards the knight. "No need to address me by titles that I do not own. Calling me 'Marguerite' would be lovely , but 'Dame' or 'Goodwoman' would surely suffice."

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' Madam Mask occasionally had other things that needed to be done. Like bathing, something she was quite dedicated to wether or not there was a tub or warm water. A cold stream would be just fine if that was all there was, which is currently the case. What would she have to do to get a portable bath tub? Even a hip bath would be better than nothing and there were surely quite a few people who could use a good dousing and scrubbing with soap. Artemis had gone to bathe by the stream, returning now to camp with her hair un-braided and still damp, dressed in brown leather leggings, a homespun tunic of blue, and a belt around her waist from which her sword hangs. She smells of lavender soap, her hair scented with chamomile. Artemis bows to those present as she arrives, her expression neutral even in regard to Margaux. She would have to try to speak to the woman alone and make her apologies, but first it would seem introductions were in order. The masked woman looks to Agrias, inclining her head to the knight respectfully. A fellow warrioress was always a pleasure to meet--well, almost always. Generalization are dangerous after all. Artemis turns her grass-green gaze to Ramza then, expecting he will do the honors as leader.

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' "Only if /you/ prefer to wear it, Marguerite." As she began her dance, he'd accept the Rose, with only a nod and a smile, already knowing the general rule that one should not interrupt her performances. This was noted along with the rules that one should not sigh while dancing with a lady, nor speaking of other ladies while dancing with them. He'd /ahem/ as Margaux admonished Agrias gently, with a smile. "Marguerite, this is Lady Agrias Oaks. She is a good friend of mine." He wouldn't introduce Margaux in turn, since she'd already done so in his place. He'd then murmur to Agrias. "Not yet, the hunting party hasn't yet returned." His journal lay unattended to, on the log beside Agrias. Alas, he hardly had the time. "You're not interrupting at all.." And then Artemis would return, and he'd suck in a deep breath, as if he were expecting another confrontation between Margaux and her but.. it didn't come, not yet at least. So instead, he'd repeat his introductions with Agrias. "Artemis. This is Lady Agrias Oaks. She's my first sworn shield, you might say, formerly of the Lionsguard. I could scarce ask for a more loyal friend and ally. Lady Oaks, this is Lady Artemis Eurus. She's an exceptional, some might say legendary warrior who has recently decided to enter into our service. She's sworn to safeguard my life at any cost."

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias nods to Marguerite as the woman offers her name, or the one she wants to be called by anyways. There's a small twitch of her lips, but it's there and gone, her expression schooled. As Ramza introduces her to the dancer, she inclines her head, "A pleasure to meet you, Dame Marguerite. I look forward to working with you, and I shall do my utmost to protect you, the same as any other of the Braves. Please, do not hesitate to call on me, if you are in need." She looks back to Ramza, "No? Hm. I'm starting to get hungry myself, so hopefully they return soon. Lavian, Alicia and I tried to catch a rabbit, that did not work out terribly well." The knight laughs softly, a brief smile curving her lips before her attention is drawn to another new woman. Agrias inclines her head, "A pleasure, Lady Eurus, I look forward to fighting alongside you. We have developed a nasty habit of needing to do more of it than anyone probably should, so I imagine it is but a matter of time." The knight's gaze studies Artemis, assessing her more than she did the other woman.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Oh my. It seems that this blonde knight before her is actually -the- Lady Agrias Oaks. The Death Corps member smiles foolishly now at the once target of her organization. She suddenly feels awfully out of place with her being the only person of common birth present. True there are those in Ramza's troupe who are also lowborn, but they seem to all be elsewhere at the moment. And then Madame Mask returns. The blue-wearing fencer tenses at her arrival and awaits what she may say to her. Her face is impassive when Artemis bows to those present. She inclines her head in response, but lacks her usual flair when it comes to introductions. Ramza is turned towards and she smiles once more. "That all depends on the 'where' and 'who' with messire." She explains lightly before taking a step backwards. The common dancer still felt out of place and out of sorts. Oddly, Margaux grows quiet in contemplation now and no further theatrics are performed.

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' Artemis bows again, more formally, as is appropriate for an introduction. "Dame Oaks, please call me Artemis," she replies. Her voice fits her, statuesque woman that she is, it is on the deeper side. Artemis looks to Ramza, her lips quirking in a small, slightly annoyed smile. "You flatter me Ramza. In order to be legendary one's name must actually be known--there is no legend," she comments. It may not exactly be the truth. "Your first sworn shield? Excellent. I will feel far less worried when I need to bathe--or hunt as it were. I do hope the men have managed something," she says then, pulling her rather long hair over her shoulder. "I will look forward to fighting by your side Dame Oaks, as well as yours Dame Margaux," she says, finally turning her gaze toward the dancer. Artemis then bows to her, lower, apologetic. "My apologies Dame Margaux. Having spent a couple of years with none but beasts as company, I fear my social tact is lacking. I hope you will be inclined to forgive my rather graceless approach to a touchy subject the other evening."

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' Now that the introductions were over, he took a far more casual tone in regarding Agrias, and Artemis. After all, he truly did mean it that in his camp, titles and blood meant naught. It still seemed appropriate to introduce them formally. "Well in that case, I shan't deny you your evening repast, Agrias." Ramza would walk over to the a store of various barrels and casks before opening one, and removing the last few haunches of smoked boar meat. He'd place this in a rather humble looking wooden bowl, and hand it to Agrias, with some rustic looking utensils. He'd offer the same to Margaux, and Artemis if they so desired. Artemis would insist to him that there's no legend. "No legend? Truly? Now who is the one that is being modest, Artemis?" He'd cluck his tongue in amusement, rather than disapproval. He'd listen to the introductions between Agrias and Artemis with a cheerful smile, though he still seemed a touch wary himself, as if the situation were like to boil over any moment, and that he'd have to contain it. For that reason he was remained rather close to Margaux. At least Agrias and Artemis seemed to be getting along famously. Perhaps soon they'd have another who would be joining them for their morning exercises. And then.. Artemis apologizes to Margaux. And it seemed.. genuine. Unexpected. He'd spare Margaux a glance to try and gauge her reaction to it, waiting for her to speak.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' "If that is your wish, Artemis. And I shall be glad to work with you to ensure Ramza's safety. He has the most amazing knack of ignoring it himself sometimes, but I can not fault him too greatly for it, it generally proves to be fore good reason." Agrias offers a brief smile to her friend and then inclines her head to the taller woman. Looking between both of the women, she says, "I hope to get to know the both of you. Ramza is a dear friend, and he speaks quite well of you ladies." She accepts the bowl from Ramza with a chuckle, "Thank you. I really was starting to work up quite the appetite." The knight falls silent, watching and listening to the exchange. While she may not know the specifics, Ramza did fill her in on the general summary of things, and she can certainly imagine how that exchange went. Someone who intended to kill her princess and had a change of heart at the last moment might not be suffered to live and certainly would not continue in service of her.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Margaux de Fleury is conflicted when it comes to Madame Mask. They had never gotten along very well and gossip has gotten the better of them as of late. But now it seems that Artemis may be extending a peace offering of her own. An apology was quite unexpected from the serious swordswoman. Margaux purses her lips together at first, but relents this in lieu of a casual smile. She aims it Artemis and extends her arms out to her sides, lending a more magnificent bow to her. "There is plenty of blame that can be assigned between us both. Perhaps, it would be possible for us to be...amiable...towards each other in the future once we move past this?" The dancer suggests carefully in a reserved tone towards Artemis. Margaux gently shakes her head to refuse Ramza's offer of food. She'll break her own bread later when she feels a little more at ease. Agrias now gets an appraising look from Margaux. The dancer still seems rather distant in manner and appearances. She was still very unused to being around nobility due to her previous allegiances. "How kind of the Messire to speak in such a fashion in light of my...." The redheaded dancer struggles now for the appropiate and tactful word to use. "....eccentricities."

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' Artemis remains bowed until Margaux speaks. She rises then to look the dancer in the eye for a long moment, her gaze one of intensity--though most of her gazes are. Artemis is simply an intense sort of person. A nod comes then, a small stretching of her lips that may well be the beginning of a smile. "Yes, I think that is possible," she replies. Artemis rolls her neck then, issuing a loud crack before she turns back toward Agrias, a grin on her face. "Ramza speaks quite highly of most ladies. Such a courtly knight, is he not?" she jests, just a small joke at Ramza's expense. When offered a bit of smoked boar she takes it, biting in as she takes a seat by the campfire. "If the hunt is not successful I will practice early and then hunt in the morn," she informs Ramza. Having, as she mentioned, lived in the wild for a good long time, Artemis was an excellent huntress.

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' Since Margaux didn't take her bowl, Ramza would instead take a seat, eating it of his own accord. Perhaps it was to show that she had nothing to fear from the offered food... Nah it was more likely that the young man was genuinely famished, but that there was no chance that he would eat in the place of three ladies, all of whom were friends, first. More banter. Well at least the words weren't bandied about.. at least he thinks that they weren't. The two actually actually seemed like they were /trying/ to get along. He didn't want to have to defuse another verbal duel. And then both Agrias and Artemis would give him high praise. Artemis' teasing caught him off guard in this situation, when all rights it shouldn't have. And so, he was blushing. "I hardly think that courtly knight is an appropriate comparison, Artemis." And then he'd nod at her statement. "We'll rise early then. Yet I still don't think we'll arise before Zack. Sometimes it seems as if the man needs no sleep whatsoever."

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias nods slowly as she watches the two women and finally settles onto her log with bowl in hand, picking at the meat. At Marguerite's words, she chuckles dryly, "Ramza is a good man. The finest I have met yet, despite being a couple of years younger than I." Not that Agrias is very old herself. She looks back to Artemis, smiling in return to the woman's grin, "He is. And he is quite adept at making friends, I have found. A good talent to have. Especially in these troubled times." She'd laugh quietly upon noticing Ramza's blushing, asking of her friend, "It is true, though, isn't it? It is rare of you to speak ill of anyone. Not that it is a bad thing."

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Margaux smiles widely as she takes one step backwards and then another. She'll leave the others to their meal. There were many thing running through the Death Corp Knight's head. The fencer was unsure how exactly this was going to work and how she herself was going to feel at ease in such a place. Margaux will have to deal with her feeling that she was an outsider sooner or later. But this was not something that was going to be resolved right now. Another step is taken back as Margaux continues her silent retreat. Finally, she pauses to offer an intricate bow towards the trio. "Farewell, I have some matters to take care of." The cloak wearing woman now turns and smile falters slightly. Margaux de Fleury, what have you gotten yourself into this time? And thus, it was time for the dancer to exit from the stage.

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' Artemis laughs lightly, shaking her head at Ramza. "What else would you say then, hmm? You've been raised to be courtly. You speak well, you compliment nicely, you dance, you throw yourself in harms way for a lady even when she most certainly does not want you to....what else could that be, but courtly?" she asks. Really Ramza, this is a lose-lose for you. As it is some kind of Ramza praising party, Artemis looks quite amused as she eats. "Tch...indeed. I thought I got by without much sleep. He is...something else," she says, shaking her head some. She is convinced he is not entirely human. Those eyes....never mind the rest of it! Artemis glances over as Margaux begins to make her exit, nodding. "Rest well then, Dame Margaux," she says.

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' He'd begin to chew a piece of smoked boar, given that his mouth was full when Margaux bid a hasty departure. He'd hastily chew, while offering a wave, only managing to blurt out... "Farewell, Marguerite!" ..just before she got out of the range of hearing. And then the praise party continued. And the blush deepened. Usually with praise he could at least find some out that would allow him to be modest gracefully. But unfortunately this time, it all appeared to be true. Instead he'd been backed into a corner by the tag team of Agrias and Artemis both. There was only one point he could refute outright, from Artemis. "I hardly think being called a.. knight, is apropos. I'm not a Knight, Artemis. To speak true, I don't know what I am, other than a man trying to do the right thing." ..He must not have realized that it made him sound even more like some sort of Courtly Knight to say that.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' "Enjoy your evening, Dame," Agrias calls after Margaux and then turns her attention back to Ramza, nodding as he speaks, "You may not be a Knight in name, Ramza, but. My eyes have been opened, the title itself means very little. What makes a knight, in my mind is how one acts. How they carry themselves, how they treat the people under their care, and how they act. One's life should embody the code. They should not tarnish their honor for personal gain. Their oaths should come before all else." A small pause, and she says is a disgusted tone, "The war showed this better than I could ever put into words. Look at the 'knights' who served each side." The knight pauses there, picking at her meal a bit more, "Sometimes I think you perform in each of those areas better than myself." Shaking her head slowly with a small smile as she watches her friend's expression, she adds, "I am not striving to embarass you, but these are reasons why I follow you, why I believe you are the only person who can help me rescue her, Ramza."

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' Artemis nods then, her teasing smile disappearing. Perhaps her teasing was just a bit /too/ subtle. Ramza knew well enough what she thought of him--she didn't feel bad ribbing him a bit. Agrias however, talks without levity. To her virtues, Artemis nods, her respect for the knight growing. "Indeed. Very well said Dame Oaks," she replies, now finished with her hunk of boar meat. She'd really have to get them some fruit or they'd all end up with scurvy at this rate. Artemis looks toward Ramza then, her gaze communicating that she approves of this one, though the shadow of her own oaths hang heavy on her heart. "Ramza...what is our plan now? Do you have any leads?"

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' Many times in his life had Ramza been rendered speechless. On far fewer occasions had he been rendered breathless. At the moment he was somewhere in-between that. How was he supposed to refute, /that/? He was humble by nature, and only rarely had either of them show any sort of display of foolish pride. While his modesty wasn't false, he figured that he couldn't get out of it this time. Agrias almost never teased. She was entirely serious all the time. And it was rare that Artemis didn't tease, but when she started to become serious, it became time for one to sit up and listen, so her affirmation only proved to corner him even more. In the end he mumbled something like. "I thank you for your compliments Agrias, while I don't think I'm worthy of them, I'll strive to become that.." Though at the speed he mumbled it, it was more like.. /IthankyouforyourcomplimentsAgrias../ Et cetera. And then he's clearing his throat /ahem/. He was grateful that Artemis provided a change of subject. "The Witch. Until we hear more from our sources, the Witch we encountered in the Sabil Mountains, is our lead. What she searches for.. it could be the Auracite."

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias inclines her head after she finishes her perhaps long-winded declaration. While it is quite obviously a compliment, that is not what made her speak. She takes her knighthood seriously, and she has learned how rare it is to find those similar traits in other people. She was raised from childhood to be a knight, to be the guardian of Princess Ovelia, her code and her honor mean more to her than many other things. The blonde knight remains silent after she finishes nodding in response to Ramza's murmur and letting the conversation move on as she listens curiously, wanting to make certain she is up to date on events. After a time, she rises, "I should be getting to my tent, I think. Have a good night, Ramza. Artemis, it was a pleasure."

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' "Farewell, Agrias," she says, then looks toward Ramza. "You should think about sleeping as well, though if I am to go hunting I must leave you behind. You're noisy," she informs him.

Agrias Oaks

2013-04-24T14:53:38Z

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Agrias
|lastname=Oaks
|age=20
|image=Agrias1.jpg
|caption=Princess Ovelia's Guardian
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'7
|weight=140
|series=Final Fantasy Tactics
|styles=Holy Knight
|hometown=Lesalia
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=New Zodiac Braves
|occupation=Holy Knight
|themesong=Emerge - http://youtu.be/-jnzHIgNb0w
|quote=Absorb power in the sky and strike! Lightning Stab!
}}
==History==

Agrias was raised in Lesalia, in Ivalice and trained from an early age to be a holy knight, and a member of the Lionsguard, the bodyguards of the Royal family. She quickly proved herself, as she rose to a position of leadership and great responsibility at a rather young age, leading the personal bodyguard unit for Princess Ovelia. When the King died, things began to grow tense as Goltana and Larg began to each vie for more and more power. Taking refuge in the Orbonne Monastery with Ovelia and the two knights under her command, Lavian and Alicia, Agrias hired a group of mercenaries to help her escort the Princess through hostile lands to somewhere safer. This would be when she met Ramza Beoulve, as well as Gafgarion and a few others. While organizing things with the mercenaries, the Monastery would be attacked by the Nanten, and during the battle, Delita kidnapped Princess Ovelia and fled.

With Ramza's help (and in spite of Gafgarion's betrayal), they would manage to hunt down Delita and rescue the princess for a time. Ramza escorted Agrias and Ovelia to the keep of Cardinal Delacroix, a member of the Church of Glabados, hoping he would offer the princess safe haven. He would, so it seemed, but it simply proved to be a trick, as he proved to be an enemy, and one more vile than a simple leader seeking to usurp a throne. She and the princess are taken prisoner after Ramza and company leave, but Agrias manages to escape. Without her princess. She knew she had no chance alone and fled, with a unit of the Cardinal's knights on her trail. They managed to track her to, and pin her in a valley, but luck or god was smiling upon her as it was precisely that moment at which Ramza and his group showed up.

Agrias would of course accompany Ramza to rescue the princess, which is when they would learn the truth of the Church and witness the Zodiac stone transform the cardinal into a nightmare. They would manage to smite this enemy, but the Princess was gone... And then the heartless would attack, and now everything has changed, and Agrias still holds out hope that she will manage to rescue Ovelia somehow.

==Personality==

Agrias at times comes off as a bit stern and perhaps too serious, she keeps a firm grip on her emotions and tries to focus on what needs to be done at the moment, not letting things distract her. She is generally level-headed, due to this control, and it is rare to see an outburst of emotion from the young woman. Despite this control, Agrias is a thoughtful and intelligent woman, she just often refrains from voicing those thoughts. Agrias is devoted to the code of knighthood and her personal code of honor, and she is a woman of fierce loyalties, to Princess Ovelia, and to Ramza. She is not the type to give up on a cause or her duties, even if the price for continuing is her life.

==Abilities==

[[File:Agrias18.jpg|400px|thumb|right|Never Give Up!]]
Swordsmanship : Even ignoring her impressive abilities as a holy knight, the foundation of those abilities is the fact that Agrias is a fierce combatant with a blade, one who has been trained in the use of it since childhood. She tends to prefer standard swords, as they are required to focus her abilities, ranging from things like a longsword up to bigger swords. She is skilled in the use of smaller things like knives and daggers, but will not be found using one unless it is a dire situation.

Rider : Part of her training as a knight, Agrias is a gifted rider (of CHOCOBOS!! BWAWK!! okay, that's not really the sound chocobos make, but I couldn't conceive of how to textify it) and is perfectly capable of engaging in combat from bird back.

Unwavering Devotion! : Agrias is not a quitter. She is not going to stop until she is either dead, or has her princess back and has destroyed the threat of the Church of Glabados. This is not to say she is immune to fear, but it would essentially be impossible to turn her from her loyalty to Ovelia, or her loyalty to Ramza.

Holy Sword : Using her blade as a conduit, Agrias is able to channel holy energy through it to perform a number of techniques. These abilities do require a SWORD, though any kind of sword will work. Smaller blades like knives will not. These abilities can be used at range, and have a variety of functions, powers and effects. They can be incredibly devastating, and Agrias' particular brand of Holy Knight and bodyguarding seems to revolve around putting down threats as quickly as possible, her only defense, is that which any swordswoman is capable of, though she can use these techniques to keep enemies at bay. The most common of uses are as follows.

Stasis Sword : Drawing holy power through her sword, Agrias summons ice shards around her opponent, attempting to encase them and inflicting damage.

Split Punch : This technique abruptly summons an impressively large and seemingly ghostly sword which strikes the opponent at range.

Crush Punch: Channeling power through her sword, a spike of holy energy is summoned to pierce the knight's foes from the ground.

Lightning Stab : The most versatile and flashy of the Holy Sword techniques, this ability involves using one's energy to summon righteous lightning from the sky, even if it is clear, to strike the knight's opponents.

Holy Explosion : Focusing the knight's energies through their blade, they can create a fierce, burning burst of holy energy fired in a line from the sword, inflicting great damage upon the opponents.

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2013-04-24T14:51:31Z

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Agrias Oaks

2013-04-18T20:56:55Z

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Agrias
|lastname=Oaks
|age=20
|image=Agrias1.jpg
|caption=Princess Ovelia's Guardian
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'7
|weight=140
|series=Final Fantasy Tactics
|styles=Holy Knight
|hometown=Lesalia
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=New Zodiac Braves
|occupation=Holy Knight
|themesong=Emerge - http://youtu.be/-jnzHIgNb0w
|quote=Absorb power in the sky and strike! Lightning Stab!
}}
==History==

Agrias was raised in Lesalia, in Ivalice and trained from an early age to be a holy knight, and a member of the Lionsguard, the bodyguards of the Royal family. She quickly proved herself, as she rose to a position of leadership and great responsibility at a rather young age, leading the personal bodyguard unit for Princess Ovelia. When the King died, things began to grow tense as Goltana and Larg began to each vie for more and more power. Taking refuge in the Orbonne Monastery with Ovelia and the two knights under her command, Lavian and Alicia, Agrias hired a group of mercenaries to help her escort the Princess through hostile lands to somewhere safer. This would be when she met Ramza Beoulve, as well as Gafgarion and a few others. While organizing things with the mercenaries, the Monastery would be attacked by the Nanten, and during the battle, Delita kidnapped Princess Ovelia and fled.

With Ramza's help (and in spite of Gafgarion's betrayal), they would manage to hunt down Delita and rescue the princess for a time. Ramza escorted Agrias and Ovelia to the keep of Cardinal Delacroix, a member of the Church of Glabados, hoping he would offer the princess safe haven. He would, so it seemed, but it simply proved to be a trick, as he proved to be an enemy, and one more vile than a simple leader seeking to usurp a throne. She and the princess are taken prisoner after Ramza and company leave, but Agrias manages to escape. Without her princess. She knew she had no chance alone and fled, with a unit of the Cardinal's knights on her trail. They managed to track her to, and pin her in a valley, but luck or god was smiling upon her as it was precisely that moment at which Ramza and his group showed up.

Agrias would of course accompany Ramza to rescue the princess, which is when they would learn the truth of the Church and witness the Zodiac stone transform the cardinal into a nightmare. They would manage to smite this enemy, but the Princess was gone... And then the heartless would attack, and now everything has changed, and Agrias still holds out hope that she will manage to rescue Ovelia somehow.

==Personality==

Agrias at times comes off as a bit stern and perhaps too serious, she keeps a firm grip on her emotions and tries to focus on what needs to be done at the moment, not letting things distract her. She is generally level-headed, due to this control, and it is rare to see an outburst of emotion from the young woman. Despite this control, Agrias is a thoughtful and intelligent woman, she just often refrains from voicing those thoughts. Agrias is devoted to the code of knighthood and her personal code of honor, and she is a woman of fierce loyalties, to Princess Ovelia, and to Ramza. She is not the type to give up on a cause or her duties, even if the price for continuing is her life.

==Abilities==

[[File:Agrias18.jpg|400px|thumb|right|Never Give Up!]]
Swordsmanship : Even ignoring her impressive abilities as a holy knight, the foundation of those abilities is the fact that Agrias is a fierce combatant with a blade, one who has been trained in the use of it since childhood. She tends to prefer standard swords, as they are required to focus her abilities, ranging from things like a longsword up to bigger swords. She is skilled in the use of smaller things like knives and daggers, but will not be found using one unless it is a dire situation.

Rider : Part of her training as a knight, Agrias is a gifted rider (of CHOCOBOS!! BWAWK!! okay, that's not really the sound chocobos make, but I couldn't conceive of how to textify it) and is perfectly capable of engaging in combat from bird back.

Unwavering Devotion! : Agrias is not a quitter. She is not going to stop until she is either dead, or has her princess back and has destroyed the threat of the Church of Glabados. This is not to say she is immune to fear, but it would essentially be impossible to turn her from her loyalty to Ovelia, or her loyalty to Ramza.

Holy Sword : Using her blade as a conduit, Agrias is able to channel holy energy through it to perform a number of techniques. These abilities do require a SWORD, though any kind of sword will work. Smaller blades like knives will not. These abilities can be used at range, and have a variety of functions, powers and effects. They can be incredibly devastating, and Agrias' particular brand of Holy Knight and bodyguarding seems to revolve around putting down threats as quickly as possible, her only defense, is that which any swordswoman is capable of, though she can use these techniques to keep enemies at bay. The most common of uses are as follows.

Stasis Sword : Drawing holy power through her sword, Agrias summons ice shards around her opponent, attempting to encase them and inflicting damage.

Split Punch : This technique abruptly summons an impressively large and seemingly ghostly sword which strikes the opponent at range.

Crush Punch: Channeling power through her sword, a spike of holy energy is summoned to pierce the knight's foes from the ground.

Lightning Stab : The most versatile and flashy of the Holy Sword techniques, this ability involves using one's energy to summon righteous lightning from the sky, even if it is clear, to strike the knight's opponents.

Holy Explosion : Focusing the knight's energies through their blade, they can create a fierce, burning burst of holy energy fired in a line from the sword, inflicting great damage upon the opponents.

[[File:Agrias7.jpg|300px|thumb|left]][[File:Agrias13.jpg|300px|thumb|center]]

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
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Agrias Oaks

2013-04-18T20:22:44Z

Tempest:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Agrias
|lastname=Oaks
|age=20
|image=Agrias1.jpg
|caption=Princess Ovelia's Guardian
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'7
|weight=140
|series=Final Fantasy Tactics
|styles=Holy Knight
|hometown=Lesalia
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=New Zodiac Braves
|occupation=Holy Knight
|themesong=Undying Love - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmG1DwjaINM
|quote=Absorb power in the sky and strike! Lightning Stab!
}}
==History==

Agrias was raised in Lesalia, in Ivalice and trained from an early age to be a holy knight, and a member of the Lionsguard, the bodyguards of the Royal family. She quickly proved herself, as she rose to a position of leadership and great responsibility at a rather young age, leading the personal bodyguard unit for Princess Ovelia. When the King died, things began to grow tense as Goltana and Larg began to each vie for more and more power. Taking refuge in the Orbonne Monastery with Ovelia and the two knights under her command, Lavian and Alicia, Agrias hired a group of mercenaries to help her escort the Princess through hostile lands to somewhere safer. This would be when she met Ramza Beoulve, as well as Gafgarion and a few others. While organizing things with the mercenaries, the Monastery would be attacked by the Nanten, and during the battle, Delita kidnapped Princess Ovelia and fled.

With Ramza's help (and in spite of Gafgarion's betrayal), they would manage to hunt down Delita and rescue the princess for a time. Ramza escorted Agrias and Ovelia to the keep of Cardinal Delacroix, a member of the Church of Glabados, hoping he would offer the princess safe haven. He would, so it seemed, but it simply proved to be a trick, as he proved to be an enemy, and one more vile than a simple leader seeking to usurp a throne. She and the princess are taken prisoner after Ramza and company leave, but Agrias manages to escape. Without her princess. She knew she had no chance alone and fled, with a unit of the Cardinal's knights on her trail. They managed to track her to, and pin her in a valley, but luck or god was smiling upon her as it was precisely that moment at which Ramza and his group showed up.

Agrias would of course accompany Ramza to rescue the princess, which is when they would learn the truth of the Church and witness the Zodiac stone transform the cardinal into a nightmare. They would manage to smite this enemy, but the Princess was gone... And then the heartless would attack, and now everything has changed, and Agrias still holds out hope that she will manage to rescue Ovelia somehow.

==Personality==

Agrias at times comes off as a bit stern and perhaps too serious, she keeps a firm grip on her emotions and tries to focus on what needs to be done at the moment, not letting things distract her. She is generally level-headed, due to this control, and it is rare to see an outburst of emotion from the young woman. Despite this control, Agrias is a thoughtful and intelligent woman, she just often refrains from voicing those thoughts. Agrias is devoted to the code of knighthood and her personal code of honor, and she is a woman of fierce loyalties, to Princess Ovelia, and to Ramza. She is not the type to give up on a cause or her duties, even if the price for continuing is her life.

==Abilities==

[[File:Agrias18.jpg|400px|thumb|right|Never Give Up!]]
Swordsmanship : Even ignoring her impressive abilities as a holy knight, the foundation of those abilities is the fact that Agrias is a fierce combatant with a blade, one who has been trained in the use of it since childhood. She tends to prefer standard swords, as they are required to focus her abilities, ranging from things like a longsword up to bigger swords. She is skilled in the use of smaller things like knives and daggers, but will not be found using one unless it is a dire situation.

Rider : Part of her training as a knight, Agrias is a gifted rider (of CHOCOBOS!! BWAWK!! okay, that's not really the sound chocobos make, but I couldn't conceive of how to textify it) and is perfectly capable of engaging in combat from bird back.

Unwavering Devotion! : Agrias is not a quitter. She is not going to stop until she is either dead, or has her princess back and has destroyed the threat of the Church of Glabados. This is not to say she is immune to fear, but it would essentially be impossible to turn her from her loyalty to Ovelia, or her loyalty to Ramza.

Holy Sword : Using her blade as a conduit, Agrias is able to channel holy energy through it to perform a number of techniques. These abilities do require a SWORD, though any kind of sword will work. Smaller blades like knives will not. These abilities can be used at range, and have a variety of functions, powers and effects. They can be incredibly devastating, and Agrias' particular brand of Holy Knight and bodyguarding seems to revolve around putting down threats as quickly as possible, her only defense, is that which any swordswoman is capable of, though she can use these techniques to keep enemies at bay. The most common of uses are as follows.

Stasis Sword : Drawing holy power through her sword, Agrias summons ice shards around her opponent, attempting to encase them and inflicting damage.

Split Punch : This technique abruptly summons an impressively large and seemingly ghostly sword which strikes the opponent at range.

Crush Punch: Channeling power through her sword, a spike of holy energy is summoned to pierce the knight's foes from the ground.

Lightning Stab : The most versatile and flashy of the Holy Sword techniques, this ability involves using one's energy to summon righteous lightning from the sky, even if it is clear, to strike the knight's opponents.

Holy Explosion : Focusing the knight's energies through their blade, they can create a fierce, burning burst of holy energy fired in a line from the sword, inflicting great damage upon the opponents.

[[File:Agrias7.jpg|300px|thumb|left]][[File:Agrias13.jpg|300px|thumb|center]]

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Agrias Oaks

2013-04-17T22:52:28Z

Tempest:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Agrias
|lastname=Oaks
|age=20
|image=Agrias1.jpg
|caption=Princess Ovelia's Guardian
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'7
|weight=140
|series=Final Fantasy Tactics
|styles=Holy Knight
|hometown=Lesalia
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=New Zodiac Braves
|occupation=Holy Knight
|themesong=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmG1DwjaINM
|quote=Absorb power in the sky and strike! Lightning Stab!
}}
==History==

Agrias was raised in Lesalia, in Ivalice and trained from an early age to be a holy knight, and a member of the Lionsguard, the bodyguards of the Royal family. She quickly proved herself, as she rose to a position of leadership and great responsibility at a rather young age, leading the personal bodyguard unit for Princess Ovelia. When the King died, things began to grow tense as Goltana and Larg began to each vie for more and more power. Taking refuge in the Orbonne Monastery with Ovelia and the two knights under her command, Lavian and Alicia, Agrias hired a group of mercenaries to help her escort the Princess through hostile lands to somewhere safer. This would be when she met Ramza Beoulve, as well as Gafgarion and a few others. While organizing things with the mercenaries, the Monastery would be attacked by the Nanten, and during the battle, Delita kidnapped Princess Ovelia and fled.

With Ramza's help (and in spite of Gafgarion's betrayal), they would manage to hunt down Delita and rescue the princess for a time. Ramza escorted Agrias and Ovelia to the keep of Cardinal Delacroix, a member of the Church of Glabados, hoping he would offer the princess safe haven. He would, so it seemed, but it simply proved to be a trick, as he proved to be an enemy, and one more vile than a simple leader seeking to usurp a throne. She and the princess are taken prisoner after Ramza and company leave, but Agrias manages to escape. Without her princess. She knew she had no chance alone and fled, with a unit of the Cardinal's knights on her trail. They managed to track her to, and pin her in a valley, but luck or god was smiling upon her as it was precisely that moment at which Ramza and his group showed up.

Agrias would of course accompany Ramza to rescue the princess, which is when they would learn the truth of the Church and witness the Zodiac stone transform the cardinal into a nightmare. They would manage to smite this enemy, but the Princess was gone... And then the heartless would attack, and now everything has changed, and Agrias still holds out hope that she will manage to rescue Ovelia somehow.

==Personality==

Agrias at times comes off as a bit stern and perhaps too serious, she keeps a firm grip on her emotions and tries to focus on what needs to be done at the moment, not letting things distract her. She is generally level-headed, due to this control, and it is rare to see an outburst of emotion from the young woman. Despite this control, Agrias is a thoughtful and intelligent woman, she just often refrains from voicing those thoughts. Agrias is devoted to the code of knighthood and her personal code of honor, and she is a woman of fierce loyalties, to Princess Ovelia, and to Ramza. She is not the type to give up on a cause or her duties, even if the price for continuing is her life.

==Abilities==

[[File:Agrias18.jpg|400px|thumb|right|Never Give Up!]]
Swordsmanship : Even ignoring her impressive abilities as a holy knight, the foundation of those abilities is the fact that Agrias is a fierce combatant with a blade, one who has been trained in the use of it since childhood. She tends to prefer standard swords, as they are required to focus her abilities, ranging from things like a longsword up to bigger swords. She is skilled in the use of smaller things like knives and daggers, but will not be found using one unless it is a dire situation.

Rider : Part of her training as a knight, Agrias is a gifted rider (of CHOCOBOS!! BWAWK!! okay, that's not really the sound chocobos make, but I couldn't conceive of how to textify it) and is perfectly capable of engaging in combat from bird back.

Unwavering Devotion! : Agrias is not a quitter. She is not going to stop until she is either dead, or has her princess back and has destroyed the threat of the Church of Glabados. This is not to say she is immune to fear, but it would essentially be impossible to turn her from her loyalty to Ovelia, or her loyalty to Ramza.

Holy Sword : Using her blade as a conduit, Agrias is able to channel holy energy through it to perform a number of techniques. These abilities do require a SWORD, though any kind of sword will work. Smaller blades like knives will not. These abilities can be used at range, and have a variety of functions, powers and effects. They can be incredibly devastating, and Agrias' particular brand of Holy Knight and bodyguarding seems to revolve around putting down threats as quickly as possible, her only defense, is that which any swordswoman is capable of, though she can use these techniques to keep enemies at bay. The most common of uses are as follows.

Stasis Sword : Drawing holy power through her sword, Agrias summons ice shards around her opponent, attempting to encase them and inflicting damage.

Split Punch : This technique abruptly summons an impressively large and seemingly ghostly sword which strikes the opponent at range.

Crush Punch: Channeling power through her sword, a spike of holy energy is summoned to pierce the knight's foes from the ground.

Lightning Stab : The most versatile and flashy of the Holy Sword techniques, this ability involves using one's energy to summon righteous lightning from the sky, even if it is clear, to strike the knight's opponents.

Holy Explosion : Focusing the knight's energies through their blade, they can create a fierce, burning burst of holy energy fired in a line from the sword, inflicting great damage upon the opponents.

[[File:Agrias7.jpg|300px|thumb|left]][[File:Agrias13.jpg|300px|thumb|center]]

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Agrias Oaks

2013-04-17T22:51:33Z

Tempest:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Agrias
|lastname=Oaks
|age=20
|image=Agrias1.jpg
|caption=Princess Ovelia's Guardian
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'7
|weight=140
|series=Final Fantasy Tactics
|styles=Holy Knight
|hometown=Lesalia
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=New Zodiac Braves
|occupation=Holy Knight
|themesong=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmG1DwjaINM
|quote=Absorb power in the sky and strike! Lightning Stab!
}}
==History==

Agrias was raised in Lesalia, in Ivalice and trained from an early age to be a holy knight, and a member of the Lionsguard, the bodyguards of the Royal family. She quickly proved herself, as she rose to a position of leadership and great responsibility at a rather young age, leading the personal bodyguard unit for Princess Ovelia. When the King died, things began to grow tense as Goltana and Larg began to each vie for more and more power. Taking refuge in the Orbonne Monastery with Ovelia and the two knights under her command, Lavian and Alicia, Agrias hired a group of mercenaries to help her escort the Princess through hostile lands to somewhere safer. This would be when she met Ramza Beoulve, as well as Gafgarion and a few others. While organizing things with the mercenaries, the Monastery would be attacked by the Nanten, and during the battle, Delita kidnapped Princess Ovelia and fled.

With Ramza's help (and in spite of Gafgarion's betrayal), they would manage to hunt down Delita and rescue the princess for a time. Ramza escorted Agrias and Ovelia to the keep of Cardinal Delacroix, a member of the Church of Glabados, hoping he would offer the princess safe haven. He would, so it seemed, but it simply proved to be a trick, as he proved to be an enemy, and one more vile than a simple leader seeking to usurp a throne. She and the princess are taken prisoner after Ramza and company leave, but Agrias manages to escape. Without her princess. She knew she had no chance alone and fled, with a unit of the Cardinal's knights on her trail. They managed to track her to, and pin her in a valley, but luck or god was smiling upon her as it was precisely that moment at which Ramza and his group showed up.

Agrias would of course accompany Ramza to rescue the princess, which is when they would learn the truth of the Church and witness the Zodiac stone transform the cardinal into a nightmare. They would manage to smite this enemy, but the Princess was gone... And then the heartless would attack, and now everything has changed, and Agrias still holds out hope that she will manage to rescue Ovelia somehow.

==Personality==

Agrias at times comes off as a bit stern and perhaps too serious, she keeps a firm grip on her emotions and tries to focus on what needs to be done at the moment, not letting things distract her. She is generally level-headed, due to this control, and it is rare to see an outburst of emotion from the young woman. Despite this control, Agrias is a thoughtful and intelligent woman, she just often refrains from voicing those thoughts. Agrias is devoted to the code of knighthood and her personal code of honor, and she is a woman of fierce loyalties, to Princess Ovelia, and to Ramza. She is not the type to give up on a cause or her duties, even if the price for continuing is her life.

==Abilities==

[[File:Agrias18.jpg|400px|thumb|right|Never Give Up!]]
Swordsmanship : Even ignoring her impressive abilities as a holy knight, the foundation of those abilities is the fact that Agrias is a fierce combatant with a blade, one who has been trained in the use of it since childhood. She tends to prefer standard swords, as they are required to focus her abilities, ranging from things like a longsword up to bigger swords. She is skilled in the use of smaller things like knives and daggers, but will not be found using one unless it is a dire situation.

Rider : Part of her training as a knight, Agrias is a gifted rider (of CHOCOBOS!! BWAWK!! okay, that's not really the sound chocobos make, but I couldn't conceive of how to textify it) and is perfectly capable of engaging in combat from bird back.

Unwavering Devotion! : Agrias is not a quitter. She is not going to stop until she is either dead, or has her princess back and has destroyed the threat of the Church of Glabados. This is not to say she is immune to fear, but it would essentially be impossible to turn her from her loyalty to Ovelia, or her loyalty to Ramza.

Holy Sword : Using her blade as a conduit, Agrias is able to channel holy energy through it to perform a number of techniques. These abilities do require a SWORD, though any kind of sword will work. Smaller blades like knives will not. These abilities can be used at range, and have a variety of functions, powers and effects. They can be incredibly devastating, and Agrias' particular brand of Holy Knight and bodyguarding seems to revolve around putting down threats as quickly as possible, her only defense, is that which any swordswoman is capable of, though she can use these techniques to keep enemies at bay. The most common of uses are as follows.

Stasis Sword : Drawing holy power through her sword, Agrias summons ice shards around her opponent, attempting to encase them and inflicting damage.

Split Punch : This technique abruptly summons an impressively large and seemingly ghostly sword which strikes the opponent at range.

Crush Punch: Channeling power through her sword, a spike of holy energy is summoned to pierce the knight's foes from the ground.

Lightning Stab : The most versatile and flashy of the Holy Sword techniques, this ability involves using one's energy to summon righteous lightning from the sky, even if it is clear, to strike the knight's opponents.

Holy Explosion : Focusing the knight's energies through their blade, they can create a fierce, burning burst of holy energy fired in a line from the sword, inflicting great energy upon the opponents.

[[File:Agrias7.jpg|300px|thumb|left]][[File:Agrias13.jpg|300px|thumb|center]]

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Agrias Oaks

2013-04-17T21:02:13Z

Tempest:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Agrias
|lastname=Oaks
|age=20
|image=Agrias1.jpg
|caption=Princess Ovelia's Guardian
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'7
|weight=140
|series=Final Fantasy Tactics
|styles=Holy Knight
|hometown=Lesalia
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=New Zodiac Braves
|occupation=Holy Knight
|quote=Absorb power in the sky and strike! Lightning Stab!
}}
==History==

Agrias was raised in Lesalia, in Ivalice and trained from an early age to be a holy knight, and a member of the Lionsguard, the bodyguards of the Royal family. She quickly proved herself, as she rose to a position of leadership and great responsibility at a rather young age, leading the personal bodyguard unit for Princess Ovelia. When the King died, things began to grow tense as Goltana and Larg began to each vie for more and more power. Taking refuge in the Orbonne Monastery with Ovelia and the two knights under her command, Lavian and Alicia, Agrias hired a group of mercenaries to help her escort the Princess through hostile lands to somewhere safer. This would be when she met Ramza Beoulve, as well as Gafgarion and a few others. While organizing things with the mercenaries, the Monastery would be attacked by the Nanten, and during the battle, Delita kidnapped Princess Ovelia and fled.

With Ramza's help (and in spite of Gafgarion's betrayal), they would manage to hunt down Delita and rescue the princess for a time. Ramza escorted Agrias and Ovelia to the keep of Cardinal Delacroix, a member of the Church of Glabados, hoping he would offer the princess safe haven. He would, so it seemed, but it simply proved to be a trick, as he proved to be an enemy, and one more vile than a simple leader seeking to usurp a throne. She and the princess are taken prisoner after Ramza and company leave, but Agrias manages to escape. Without her princess. She knew she had no chance alone and fled, with a unit of the Cardinal's knights on her trail. They managed to track her to, and pin her in a valley, but luck or god was smiling upon her as it was precisely that moment at which Ramza and his group showed up.

Agrias would of course accompany Ramza to rescue the princess, which is when they would learn the truth of the Church and witness the Zodiac stone transform the cardinal into a nightmare. They would manage to smite this enemy, but the Princess was gone... And then the heartless would attack, and now everything has changed, and Agrias still holds out hope that she will manage to rescue Ovelia somehow.

==Personality==

Agrias at times comes off as a bit stern and perhaps too serious, she keeps a firm grip on her emotions and tries to focus on what needs to be done at the moment, not letting things distract her. She is generally level-headed, due to this control, and it is rare to see an outburst of emotion from the young woman. Despite this control, Agrias is a thoughtful and intelligent woman, she just often refrains from voicing those thoughts. Agrias is devoted to the code of knighthood and her personal code of honor, and she is a woman of fierce loyalties, to Princess Ovelia, and to Ramza. She is not the type to give up on a cause or her duties, even if the price for continuing is her life.

==Abilities==

[[File:Agrias18.jpg|400px|thumb|right|Never Give Up!]]
Swordsmanship : Even ignoring her impressive abilities as a holy knight, the foundation of those abilities is the fact that Agrias is a fierce combatant with a blade, one who has been trained in the use of it since childhood. She tends to prefer standard swords, as they are required to focus her abilities, ranging from things like a longsword up to bigger swords. She is skilled in the use of smaller things like knives and daggers, but will not be found using one unless it is a dire situation.

Rider : Part of her training as a knight, Agrias is a gifted rider (of CHOCOBOS!! BWAWK!! okay, that's not really the sound chocobos make, but I couldn't conceive of how to textify it) and is perfectly capable of engaging in combat from bird back.

Unwavering Devotion! : Agrias is not a quitter. She is not going to stop until she is either dead, or has her princess back and has destroyed the threat of the Church of Glabados. This is not to say she is immune to fear, but it would essentially be impossible to turn her from her loyalty to Ovelia, or her loyalty to Ramza.

Holy Sword : Using her blade as a conduit, Agrias is able to channel holy energy through it to perform a number of techniques. These abilities do require a SWORD, though any kind of sword will work. Smaller blades like knives will not. These abilities can be used at range, and have a variety of functions, powers and effects. They can be incredibly devastating, and Agrias' particular brand of Holy Knight and bodyguarding seems to revolve around putting down threats as quickly as possible, her only defense, is that which any swordswoman is capable of, though she can use these techniques to keep enemies at bay. The most common of uses are as follows.

Stasis Sword : Drawing holy power through her sword, Agrias summons ice shards around her opponent, attempting to encase them and inflicting damage.

Split Punch : This technique abruptly summons an impressively large and seemingly ghostly sword which strikes the opponent at range.

Crush Punch: Channeling power through her sword, a spike of holy energy is summoned to pierce the knight's foes from the ground.

Lightning Stab : The most versatile and flashy of the Holy Sword techniques, this ability involves using one's energy to summon righteous lightning from the sky, even if it is clear, to strike the knight's opponents.

Holy Explosion : Focusing the knight's energies through their blade, they can create a fierce, burning burst of holy energy fired in a line from the sword, inflicting great energy upon the opponents.

[[File:Agrias7.jpg|300px|thumb|left]][[File:Agrias13.jpg|300px|thumb|center]]

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2013-04-17T20:59:51Z

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2013-04-17T20:54:45Z

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Agrias Oaks

2013-04-17T20:45:51Z

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2013-04-17T20:44:50Z

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|lastname=Oaks
|age=20
|caption=Princess Ovelia's Guardian
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'7
|weight=140
|series=Final Fantasy Tactics
|styles=Holy Knight
|hometown=Lesalia
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=New Zodiac Braves
|occupation=Holy Knight
|quote=Absorb power in the sky and strike! Lightning Stab!
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2013-04-17T20:33:44Z

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