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Fia was, as ever, the first to enter the room after Alexandre. She took a seat at the far end of the table and hid herself in a corner, until she had learned more about these people she was content to watch and listen rather than make herself known.
Fialan had known the Argent Crusaders for many a decade, had seen the world destroyed around her and had known that something must be done. The contact from these people was the opportunity to do something, to help maybe rebuild the world that had been killed - and on her watch, too.
Her piercing hazel eyes took in the sharp-featured human standing by the head of the table. Alexandre, their leader. Of course. She disapproved a little of the mage and his flippant use of powers that could alter the world, but even she could grudgingly admit that the man was qualified to lead them. Even if he was a good fifty years her junior, he did have the talent to lead that she knew these forces needed. "Alexandre." she greeted him without inflection, he'd know her at least. Most rebels had at least heard mention of the wandering elf who never missed her mark.

Magnus Storm Bring threw open the doors to the dinning room with a boom and strode in with a wide smile and the shadow of a laugh. He gave Alexander a small nod before taking his seat about half way up the table and getting to work at the food. His hammer rested beside him just within reach as it always was. It was not until his fourth bite that he noticed the elf down at the end. It took him a moment to remember her name but once he did Magnus called out to her "hey Fia!" he said as he waved her over "Come join me a meal is always better with friends!"

[center][fancypost=backgground-color: none; border: none; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt]"Eshkun, you know I can't bring you inside, you're too big!"

"Hey, stop shoving me!"

"No, you can't come with me!"

Muffled sentences followed by the occasional bellow could be heard outside of the door, and after a few moments the noises stopped altogether. Then, a long, exasperated sigh could be heard on the other side, and just a few moments after the door opened to reveal a peculiar looking female, whose back was being prodded by the muzzle of quite a large deer. The creature currently behind harassed by the deer was Pomona, one of the members of the 'Argent Crusaders'. Behind her was Eshkun, the motherly doe who followed Pomona wherever she went. The doe managed to enter the castle while Pomona wasn't paying attention, and was hellbent on getting into that room. "Why don't you go check up on Chayton and the others?" The Faun groaned, turning around to face the doe with an irritated expression upon her face. Tapping one of her hooves on the ground, Pomona tried to shove the deer out of the doorway, but her attempts were futile. Eshkun was much stronger than her, and with an annoyed grunt the doe simply pushed the Faun out of the way, despite her protests. "You're making a mess!" Pomona whined, gesturing to the petals scattered across the floor. Eshkun only snorted in reply and tried one last time to get into the room, but when Pomona tugged her head down and whispered something in her ear, the doe grunted softly and turned away and left, disappearing from sight. Sending a glare Eshkun's way, Pomona sighed quietly and dropped to her knees, trying to pick up the scattered petals. Both her tail and ears flicked as she did so, and she'd occasionally mutter something under her breath. Pomona was so preoccupied with cleaning up after her cervine companion that she didn't even notice there were other people in the room, even though they were talking. "I swear I'm going to tie these things to her antlers..." The Faun mumbled, pursing her lips and furrowing her brows.

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Magnus watched what happened with the deer with interest. He was not very surprised by all of this as he had gotten used to the strange people, including himself, Who were part of the Argent Crusaders. Hr then turmed to ask Alaxandre a question "So what are we dealing with boss? Demon incursion i presume but do we have any idea of the size?" As he talk Magnus also pulled out a couple maps so he could get a good idea of what kind of terrain they would be dealing with. He cleared a space for the maps and in doing so some how managed to grab more food for himself and dtuff it in his mouth in the same motion.

[center][fancypost=backgground-color: none; border: none; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt]Pomona visibly jumped when her name was called, and turning her head to face Alexandre, she stared at him with wide eyes for a few long moments before chuckling sheepishly and lowering her ears, rubbing the back of her neck as she closed her eyes. "I don't know how she got in," the Faun replied softly, her voice almost too quiet to hear. Turning back to the small number of petals remaining, she quickly picked them up before shoving them into her pocket with a quiet mumble. Standing up with a grunt of effort Pomona dusted her legs, picked a stray petal out of her hair—which joined the others in her pocket, and hesitantly approached the table the other members were seated at. She took a seat in a relatively empty area, and staring down at the food, she raised one corner of her lip and quirked a brow. Pomona was known for not eating meat, in fact, she couldn't digest it. She was herbivorous, like her cervine companion. Deciding to leave the food alone, the Faun's ears angled towards Alexandre as he spoke, and placing her hands in her lap she turned her head to look at him when he mentioned the demons. She waited for any mention of casualties, and when she heard no one was hurt, an audible sigh of relief escaped her lips as her body relaxed. She didn't even know she was tensing! The Faun's ears flicked once, then angled themselves toward the door, where she could hear the familiar scraping noise of her reptilian companion Genesis. Grumbling softly, Pomona tapped on the floor with one of her hooves, which told the Basilisk where she was. The blind, serpentine creature slithered into the dining hall just moments after, and making his way up the chair he coiled himself around her waist, anchored himself onto her body with his multiple limbs, then placed his head on her shoulder. Pomona didn't mind Genesis' company: he wasn't too big, he was quiet, and he didn't move much. Gently stroking the Basilisk's head, the Faun placed one of her hands over his eyes. This action was to make those around her feel comfortable around him: Pomona wasn't aware if Genesis' presence made those around her uncomfortable, but it was better to be safe than sorry. The serpentine creature simply hissed in response to her actions and flicked his tongue out at the air, taking in his surroundings.

Fia winced, three Rifts? That wasn't good news. Not one bit. "So the boundary between ours and the demon world still hasn't settled." she mused, having not responded at all to Magnus and his general flamboyance. "I wonder why. It's been years. Do you think there's a magic-user pushing at the boundary?" she asked of Alexandre, magic was his expertise not hers. Oh, certainly Fia was capable of magic and it had saved her life before, but demonology and banishing magic were not her specialty.
/rushy, I have rp catchup to do

Fia shrugged, her gaze cold now. She had no family now, they'd been dead for over eight decades. These people, a motley lot they may have been - they were the closest thing she had to family. "Well that's my life made easy." she murmured calmly, looking around the table at the other crusaders. "I'm ready to go as soon as the rest of you are."

[center][fancypost=backgground-color: none; border: none; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt]Pomoma's ears angled towards Alexandre when his attention was directed to her, and turning to face him, she nodded. Suppressing a tremble of surprise, Pomona stood and quickly trotted out of the room, the clicking of her hooves growing softer and softer as the distance between them increased. Usually, her beasts would be somewhere outside—near the building, of course—adding a little burst of speed to her pace she quickly made it to the little group. The group may be small, but the sure weren't. She gave the group a quick once-over with her eyes, making sure they were both healthy and all present. Eshkun the Doe was the first one Pomona saw: she had heard Pomona approaching a few moments before she actually arrived, so when the Faun exited the building her eyes were already on her. Laying next to the doe was Chayton the Hippogriff, who turned his attention to her when she approached them. The final creature there was Aspen the Cockatrice, who heard her around the same time Eshkun did and was already making her way over to her. Smiling softly Pomona reached up and patted the avian's head, earning a happy trill from the Cockatrice who enjoyed the attention. Humming contently, Pomona trotted over to the other two beasts with Aspen on her heels, and sitting down near Eshkun with a huff she rested her back against the doe's torso. Genesis reached up to anchor himself onto Eshkun's antlers, but other than that he didn't move much. When everyone got settled, Pomona repeated the information she was given.

Eshkun audibly snorted with surprise when she heard about the three rifts, but when she heard there were no injures she visibly relaxed, falling silent. The other beasts(excluding Genesis) also relaxed when they heard about the lack of injuries, and when they were all settled she continued. Pomona told them the distance, setting, and some other details she picked up. However, instead of leaving after she was done speaking, she decided to stay with her beasts for just a bit longer.

After familiarizing himself with the location Magnus got up from the table and left the room explaining how he needed to get ready. Putting on plate mail is not a very fast process but he had found away to be able to do a decent amount of it on the road and that speeds things up a lot. Once he finished with that Magnus went down to the stable to load the horses with supplies for the trip. Then strapping his hammer to his back he lead the horses to the main gate so hopefully they would not waste more time then necessary.

[center][fancypost=backgground-color: none; border: none; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt]Pomona and her beasts managed to exchange a few words before Eshkun them it was time to get ready—the Faun was the only individual in the Argent Crusaders capable of speaking to them—and reluctantly stranding she used Eshkun's head as a support. Stretching out her limbs, the cervine Faun flicked an ear and beckoned her beasts to follow her, and started to head off towards where their supplies were held. "Come on, get up!" She hummed, earning a few quiet, irritated mumbles from her companions as they stood as well. Eshkun was the only one who didn't complain, and shaking some of the grainy, charred earth free from her hide she pawed at the ground, snorting. Genesis had anchored himself on her antlers prior and was now perched upon them, his body coiled around the branches so he wouldn't fall off. Chuckling softly, Pomona sat upon Eshkun's back when she crouched down, and as soon as the Faun grabbed two handfuls of her fur the doe started moving, the other two beasts at her heels. When they complained, the doe would 'accidentally' kick a rock or two at them. That shut them up.

Each beast had special armor made for them: they were powerful creatures that dealt with wild animals all on their lonesome, but fighting demons was a whole other story. Humming as she worked, Pomona adjusted Eshkun's legguards one last time before fastening them in place, and dusting her hands off she admired her work for a split second. Since Eshkun usually pummeled her opponents with those sharp hooves of hers, protecting her legs was important. The doe's armor was made up of a mixture of metal plates and leather: the plates provided more protection for specific parts of her body that needed it—like her legs, shoulders, and such—and the leather served as both a connection and light, flexible armor that provided some protection. With a quiet snort of effort Pomona lifted up Eshkun's helmet, and placing it on the doe's lowered head, she fastened it in place as well after a few seconds of adjusting. The decently sized, blade-like protrusion attached to it made up the majority of its weight, but it was worth it. Eshkun would occasionally ram into opponents or structures, so adding an extra weapon made this attack even more effective.

Chayton and Aspen had similar armor: the Cockatrice and Hippogriff also had a mixture of plate and leather armor, but the amount of each depended on the beast. Chayton had more plates on him, and Aspen had less. Pomona helped Aspen before she helped Chayton, since it would only take a few minutes to put armor on the avian. Chayton would take much longer, and he even needed to provide assistance, since his armor was pretty heavy and Pomona struggled to lift a few pieces. Finally, Genesis was also outfitted with some armor, which was made entirely of plates. These allowed him to slither without difficulty.

Eshkun was the first to reach the main gate: Pomona was on her back and the others were close behind. Chayton had gained an extra burst of speed by gliding close to the ground, and skidding to a half behind Eshkun he clawed lines into the ground, his equine tail flicking left and right as he waited. Aspen perched herself upon a rock and was preening her feathers, softly clucking to herself. Sliding off of Eshkun's back, Pomona landed on the ground with a quiet huff, and had to crouch there for a few moments in order to regain both her balance and focus. Mumbling softly, she used Eshkun as support to stand, and flicking an ear she glanced around briefly. Alexandre knew Chayton and Eshkun were more than happy to help lug anything, so he'd just have to say the word and they'd do it. Pomona didn't need to be there for that. Patting Eshkun's armored shoulder, the Faun reached up and adjusted her helmet one last time.