Cleric Magic: A support Magic based on different domains. The ability to pull from those domains to heal/support themselves or allies. My Oath: To Protect those closest to me — and to never abandon them! The abandoned child of Kemuri: Isla!

Rogue Magic: The magic ability of assassination. An endless bag of deceit to grab the upper hand against the victim. Oath: An oath of Heroism, to use these weapons to only strike down the terrors of these lands. Locke.

Paladin magic — Light: Enhancement Magic focused on the enhancements of your weapon, and the will and body of the meister. Oath of Vengeance: To avenge those who have suffered at the hands of injustice. Elenoa Hawthorne — of the Hawthorne Family Knights

Seated on the couch, Lyriel’s eyes were fixed on a grimoire in her hands. A small bowl filled with grapes was set out on the table before her. Noticing @FiorePaladin pass through, Lyriel waved him over. “Hey, come here for a moment.”

{Con save at disadvantage…3} She’s overslept again

Packed and ready to set out, Lyriel wandered the guild in search of Isla Kemuri.

[This is the tree, Sire!] A solider exclaims to Ashnard. The King stands before a massive tree in the middle of a forest. The tree towers over everything else. "I see. What a magnificent specimen. It's growth has outshone all of the other trees. It's almost a shame to cut --

-- down something of this caliber. But alas, it is simply in the way." Such a tree had been present for as long as some people could remember, but Ashnard cared not about memories like that. Instead, he summoned forth his Materia Blade. The katana rested within its sheath--

-- as he grabbed the hilt. With a quick motion, he pulled the sword out only a few inches, before returning it to its sheathe. Several slashes sliced the large tree into pieces, roots and all. There was nothing but empty space left where the grand tree once stood. --

-- "There. Was that so hard?" He shook his head at his men who failed to cut such a tree down. "Whoever planted that tree had decent magical ability. I'm sure they can plant a new one whenever they please. That one simply happened to be in the way." Pergrande was --

-- constantly expanding. As the biggest country within Ishgar, the king sought to take advantage of every arce within his border. If it was in his way, it would be removed. Forcefully. "Now then. Fiore has something of an infestation within their borders. If not taken --

-- care of, it will spread throughout the entire country. What is the best way to go about removing it..."

Ancient