Red Sentinels: The Lone Soldier's Approach [Tarot Hierarchy]

[Ioder]

Perfect, everything was working out perfectly with Ioder's leaf sentinels he had constructed since his stay at the Tarot Base. Nestled deep in the red forest gave them almost infinite coverage but even then everyone was open to attacks. Leona the ever seeing had alerted Ioder to a threat that was sweeping in their direction. A party of raiders coming over the hills of Raiaera were straying dangerously close to the boarder of their territory. She had instructed Ioder to watch as she sent out her sentinels to dispatch of the raiders. Ioder sat perched atop the tallest tree of the forest close enough to really watch the sentinels as they worked. The sounds of carnage soothed his ears knowing that the very beast used to guard the forgotten pit of the Tarot still wanted to do nothing else but guard its members.

"Oh how I love it." Ioder found himself thinking out loud as he watched a large wave of red leaves wash over the attacking raiders. One by one he watched as once full of life bodies are consumed and spit out as as hallow husks of flesh. "How effective, how wonderful, how sublime." Ioder stood balancing firmly atop the rickety branch and extended his fluffy wings before draping them over himself like a white luscious cloak. In a flash of glorious white light Ioder stepped off the branch and assumed the shape of a wonderful eagle as he soared in his bird form down to the battle field.

Even before Ioder could reach the carnage it was over and as quickly as they came all the leaf sentinels vanished back into the thick brush of the forest line leaving behind only bodies in their wake. Every last of the raiding party dead, leaving this world with only their spirit and last words. Ioder stopped himself and perched on a over looking branch now much closer. They all did great, exactly what they were designed to do.

He began to clean his feathers with his beak. That was sure quick, next time I wont even come to watch. Ioder thought until over the rolling hills he saw another. A lone man walking towards the scene that just quelled, would the sentinels attack an innocent? Would he have to step in?

Now its just a guessing game. But there will be no innocent blood spilled on his watch.

[Sir_Creno]

The sounds of battle lurked up ahead.

Jobs were what made the world go round, and Creno desperately needed some money to his name. His last job opportunity did not go through in Salvar, and he was hoping that his current errand in Raiaera would be more of a profit to him. The sounds of battle up ahead, deep in the monster-ridden Red Forest, caught Creno's interest. He heard the sounds of a fierce battle, cries of agony and pain, and then a dreadful silence. The silence was so complete that he did not even hear the animals of the forest that were brave enough to venture out into these depths. Creno had a parcel to deliver to a neighboring town. Word on the streets those days was that Eluriand was still scourge central, and lost. Creno was a soldier, fighting for no man's army. Instead, he simply adhered to military code and conduct he'd picked up through various jobs in this or that army.

He moved forward through the red forest, the colouring of the trees in this section of the surrounds always did bother him.

It seemed to him that the trees had consumed an unnatural amount of blood from the poorly fed soil. It was not a good place to grow crops at all. Creno's eyes darted to and from the trees to the path ahead, half expecting a monster of nightmare to come reaching for him at any moment. The parcel he carried was critical, and the recipient was expecting delivery of the parcel. It was safe in his hands, and he'd not encountered any other travelling parties for almost two weeks since he first entered the forest. He knew he was close to the town in question if he was seeing brave signs of brave adventure parties once again. As Creno walked, he saw signs of a slaughter up ahead. The adventure party was killed off by some unknown threat and Creno immediately went into defensive mode. Creno was Saenorarkym Prime, as such, he was born from a star faring people.

He knelt down towards the closest of the bodies.

The fellow suddenly reached out for Creno and grabbed his ankle!

"Save yourself!" He manged right before heaving mightily a spray of natural vile and vomit. Creno barely moved out of the way, since he saw the corpse turning green.

I am surrounded... He assumed that it was the native plant life, or something far worse that had decimated the small group of adventurers. It was just a guess, but he immediately drew his combat spear. Creno was a big man, and he was capable of holding his own against most threats. The grass and the earth beneath him was stained with red coloured ichor. The smell of fresh death was strong enough to make Creno almost throw up, since it had been very sudden a smell. Creno fought it off and prepared to defend himself against whatever had done this. That's when he noticed the first of the golems. Creno narrowed his eyes, the creature was made of bark, sturdy oak, and it had a terrifying face that would forever be etched on Creno's mind. Creno took a deep breath. He readied his wits and prepared for combat against the trees themselves if need be.

Creno was ready, he would avenge the fallen.

[Ioder]

Ioder watched intently as the man who was so very unlucky to be in the wrong place at the wrong time grab for his long war spear. He seemed to carry himself very well but these circumstances were not like many a wayward traveler would often come across. And one glance at the virtual massacre would most likely deter man from continuing or staying for that matter. Was he daft or determined? Either way if he were to stand off against Leona’s sentinels his story would end as abruptly as the party that was erased just moments before.

Ioder pondered the thought, wouldn’t the sentinels recognize that he was not an enemy to the tarot. Regardless Ioder didn’t join the tarot to watch as innocent people are slaughtered by his hand indirectly. Like the vanguard of viciousness he was Ioder as a golden eagle spread his wings wide and soared out over the battle field. Though he felt the need to aid this man he was chalked full of uncertainty, even he the seraphim holder of the Moon Arcana had a difficult time dealing with just one of these monsters much less a group of them.

Now just over head he could hear it, the calling card of the forest dwelling monsters. A low and uneasy groan started to echo and even send vibrations down the most seasoned adventure’s spine. Ioder let out a loud eagle’s cry before dive bombing toward the ensuing battle. In mid-flight Ioder started to spiral, blurring his figure, and shape change back to his angelic form before gracefully landing next to the lone soldier. He seemed quite surprised to see Ioder, either his entrance or the simple fact Ioder was even there.

Ioder was no stranger to by chance meetings in dangerous situations. In fact he was quite accustom to popping in on people randomly and knew what to expect even from a stranger. He landed a solid ten feet from the spear wielder as not to enter his range with the tool. Ioder gave him a quick look over before speaking. “There isn’t much time, are you good with that thing?” He asked before raising his own weapon. It was a gauntlet with both a blade extending past his hand about a halt foot and a bow attachment, his skill with such a weapon was unmatched but he alone would be enough to quell the beasts. “I don’t have time to explain but I need you to stay calm and fallow my lead. These beasts are only responding to their orders and you are just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

As Ioder finished his words two more tree like monsters appeared from the forest line. That’s three out of five, where are the other two?

[Sir_Creno]

All at once, the shit storm came.

His eyes darted across the landscape and spotted the first of the treants. Then, just before the battle was destined to start, something happened. A beautifully feathered bird, large and elegant, flapped it's mighty wings from atop it's hidden perch. Creno knew the red forest held many secrets. Then, as the avian prepared to land, it shifted from a bird to a humanoid like figure. Creno narrowed his eyes at the brilliance of the angelic man before him. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the halo, and he listened carefully to what the angel just said to him. Creno attempted to calm himself down, and felt relaxed at knowing he didn't have to fight alone. He had a stern expression on his face and nodded towards Ioder as he at the spoken prompt. There were three treants all together at that point. Creno's eyes had adjusted to the sudden appearance of the man before him. He carefully adjusted his body weight to configure a readied combat stance. As he stood there, he readied himself to fight against the trees themselves. Could this be a remnant of that daft Xem'Zund fellow? Or something else all together? Creno just had the time to think that through when the first treant, having come within striking range, attacked.

The noise from the bark's mobility was surprisingly a large distraction. The trees were big and bulky, leaves falling down everywhere. Creno could only see the faces of the treants themselves as they moved closer and he attempted to hold his ground. Where most men would turn and flee, Creno held his ground. He could feel every well forged muscle on his body tighten and tense. His practiced combat stance at the ready, Creno breathed shallowly and could feel his heart beating in his throat. As he stared at the first of the traents, he lost sight of Ioder but remembered the man's words. Wrong place, wrong time. Tell that to the rotting corpses beneath the two of them. Creno understood that the treants were his ENEMY and he would defend himself against him. Just as the treant's main striking branch came in to grab him and snatch him from any false sense of safety, Creno reacted. Instinctively, trained, and with perfect form. Creno's spear sliced through the air, enhanced with his own superior strength. The spear tip, heavy iron, smashed through the thick branch. Creno yelled in defiance. He felt a momentary resistance before the actual shaft of the branch broke cleanly in two pieces, shrapnel and debris flying everywhere.

Creno noticed amber coloured resin splashing out of the treant's injury.

It too was horribly scented. The smell swirled up his nostrils and hit Creno like a ton of bricks. That scent, was just as horrifying as the smell of the broken corpses beneath him. He lost track of Ioder's progress, he only knew he needed to SURVIVE.

With the treant completely upon Creno at that point, Creno reacted once more. He ducked underneath another brutal swipe from a secondary set of branches. The tattooed man, reacted quickly once more, preparing a single stroke against the powerful foe. Using all his might, which was considerable, he attacked with an upwards aiming strike at a very specific target. Jagged edges, twisted and misshapen made up the bulk of the treant's "face". It was twisted into a mixture of insanity and wrath. The it made a sound. A sound that would haunt Creno's sleepless night for a long time to come. Creno had moved his body weight so his boots were pressed up against the bark of the treant's form. He used his massive upper body to lunge his spear straight up into the maw of the treant, hoping to stab some sort of a major organ in that fashion. The tree began to flail about in a frantic fashion trying to knock Creno upon the ground. He held fast, and his weapon did indeed, strike something.

What that something was...?

[Ioder]

“Here they come!” Ioder sounded as the treants began their assault. In truth the newest Major Arcana didnt much care for these beasts, but if they are to ever be useful to the Tarot they must be taught a lesson. What is a guardian if it constantly needs to be baby sat to be of use? In a quick motion Ioder started his sprint towards the first sentinel; he wanted to show off his speed and strength to hopefully deter the rest from continuing their charge.

One swipe from his Damascus blade and an array of wondrous red and amber leaves started to rain as Ioder trimmed the treant’s branches. Ioder in one quick and fluid motion bent his back to avoid its large bark like arm from sweeping him off his feet. With his free hand placed it on the ground behind him in mid bent and lift himself into a single handed hand stand. With wings spread eagle Ioder continued back to his feet as swiftly as possible before lunging forth once again blade aimed to kill. His blade drove itself deep into the treant’s tree like arm.

“Stand down!” Ioder yelled at the beast. “He is not your enemy!” The seraphim ripped out his blade and with one flap of his powerful wings launched himself back a few feet gaining some wiggle room. Ioder watched as the soldier bravely stood his won against the creatures, even seeming to gain advantage over them. He was truly proficient with his war spear, a marvelous sight to see.

The treant that Ioder was fending off growled loudly and stomped on the ground sending roots deep through the ground towards Ioder. Almost instantly The roots broke the smoothness of the ground as they traveled until it breached the surface and wrapped around Ioder’s ankle. The Beast spared no second as it reached out once more with his pike like hand trying to impale Ioder. Please. Ioder watched as it’s sharp points all but pierce his skin; in a brilliant bright flash Ioder was unharmed by the treant . As if it met a brick wall and ricocheted off it Ioder was safe. He bent over and with the same might light he easily sliced through the root around his ankle freeing himself.

“You soldier; these beasts aren’t going down easily.” Ioder signaled to Creno. “You need to find their acorn heart!” he yelled informing his comrade.

[Sir_Creno]

Amber coloured tree sap splashed everywhere, and Creno noticed an entirely different expression on the treant's face.

It was a mixture of fear and desperation.

Creno's eardrums almost popped in his skull as the treant started to howl in agony. The lone soldier reacted to the sound once more, keeping his offensive going. He heard Ioder's call and acted entirely upon instinct. Creno had ONE advantage over the horde of treants, he was insanely STRONG. His muscles bulged and tensed up, as he assaulted the creature he was now standing on top of. He used his mighty war spear as a leverage tool and climbed up the bark of the tree, spreading his mighty legs to either portion of the giant maw. Creno was no slouch either, and was an impressive physical specimen. A splash of the tree sap, Creno could only assume was the equivalent of blood, spread everywhere. Creno had in fact hit SOMETHING important with his last lunge against the treant. He wasn't certain if it was their equivalent of an organ. Creno held the shaft of the spear with his large hands, tightly, and balanced himself with his training. Once he was in an adequate position across the bark of the treant, Creno attacked again. He PULLED the war spear with all his might, considerable, and tore it OUT of the treant's body. He knew he'd pierced a major organ, likely the massive heart core, acorn, of the beast. Creno felt wood shatter against his super human strength and brutality.

"FUCK YOU!" Creno found himself yelling. As he tore his spear right through the bark like epidermis of the treant before him. At that point, it howled with agony and clutched painfully at his face. The treant started to shake in spasmic convulsions, threatening to throw Creno to the ground and make him vulnerable. Creno saw something that he wasn't expecting to see. Deep inside the treant's body was a massive beating organ like structure, the core, he assumed. Creno had inflicted a true injury against the treant. The sticky tar was everywhere, and he hadn't had a chance to wipe his face clean of the substance. But he saw what he needed to see, maintaining his balance with JUST enough skill, Creno rotated his massive battle spear and proceeded to END the treant. He used his gigantic upper body to swing the weapon forward and INTO the injury he'd already caused. At that point, he saw his spear plunging once more into the core of the treant. For the first time in a long time, Creno was angry. Not just angry at the treant, but angry at the situation he'd found himself in and the needless loss off life. "I swear to God! I'm going to kill every LAST ONE OF YOU!" Creno yelled in a battle frenzy, as he plunged the spear tip into the core. Then, he continued to press the assault. The organ was actually a lot softer than the rest of the hard bark. He shoved his war spear DEEP into the existing injury on the organ, and pulled in an opposite fashion so the deep cut was open even farther.

Then, he did the unimaginable.

Creno suddenly took BOTH of his hands, letting go of the battle spear and proceeded to strike the organ. Over and over, with all the strength and rage he could muster. As he struck, he saw the faces of the dead bodies littered all around him, and he could not help himself. He started to cry at the same time he killed the mad treant. He punched over and over, ripping and shredding the treant's organ apart. He saw chunks of barky flesh and he howled like a mad giant as he tore the treant apart with his bulky hands. Soon, the treant stopped any and all resistance from the massive trauma it had endured. With Creno on top of it, tearing a deep gashing hole into it's structure, the treant fell backwards. Creno was triumphant and he knew it too. As the creature landed, there was a momentary shake of the ground from the heavy tree, the remaining treants all paused to look at their fallen comrade with a state of confusion. Creno was standing atop the treant's fallen corpse and removed his spear from the core.

There he stood, loner, champion, Hero.

[Ioder]

Ioder watched in complete awe as the spear wielder delivered complete destruction to the treant. Ioder felt the beast’s pain as it was skewed again and again. Tobias was the sentinel’s name, dubbed so buy the group because of it personality being so close to his name sake’s. His deep moans of anguish reverberated in Ioder’s eardrums as he tried to fend off the big treant Ioder was distracting.

The Tarot sentinels weren’t supposed to attack any member of the Tarot. Ioder knew that even though this warrior was more than capable of defending himself at this point but as far as the treats were concerned this was only a small loss. What Ioder and the treants know is that if any ever fall in battle that there were means to regenerate them to full heath later.

Ioder focused in on the situation, two treants left and they wouldn’t stop attacking until…

Ioder jumped back and gained his footing only a few feet from Creno standing over the conquered treant. “You good?” Ioder said smiling a little, the comfort in his voice was unsettling. “Don’t underestimate these guys, they won’t give up easy.” Ioder said watching the other two treants circulating both of them. “Your strong but they won’t stop until your dead. We need to get out of here. I have a place we can go but it’ll be hard to get there.” Ioder said referring to the house of cards only about five hundred meters away.

Ioder stood tall and strong flexing out his wings. Another round of moans and the trees attacked. “Fallow me!” Ioder said as he started a long sprint under the shade of the crimson leaves coving them over head. If they could just get past the trees they would only have to out run them.

[Sir_Creno]

He has leadership capacity...I wonder... Creno was no stranger to military style organization. Actually, he felt quite comfortable in them. He looked at Ioder with a slight nod, and wiped the trees' blood like sap off his face. The other treants were momentarily confused that their fellow had fallen. The soldier gathered his spear and moved towards Ioder. When the order was given, the natural thing for Creno was to obey. The trees of the red forest all had their infamous crimson stain emblazoned on their bark. It was a curse of the forgotten one, Pode. Creno had some knowledge of the surrounds, and he would use it to survive. There was no way of knowing how many treants there were all together, only that he was capable of killing them. When Ioder broke off into a sprint, Creno momentarily pondered providing the cover fire that Ioder would need. Instead, the off worlder decided that he needed to get a move on. His eyes darted and he saw that the remaining treants were gathering their numbers. "Time to go." Creno muttered.

He accessed his powers of flight.

As a pure Saenorarkym Prime, his people were gifted with the star travelling powers.

He crouched down for a moment, and the air seemed to gather around him and then he pushed himself up and off the ground flying with a tremendous degree of skill. He knew his powers were still limited, he could only actually fly for short distances, but he would none the less take full advantage. The air propelled him forward as he flew through the currents. His hair whipped about his person and his clothing moved about with the breeze. For a moment, Creno felt free of all the troubles of Althanas. He gathered his spear about himself as he maneuvered, and made his way towards Ioder who had bounded significantly further ahead. Creno took a considerable aerial height above Ioder, using the canopy of the trees as a visual referencing point. He followed Ioder from his vantage point, and then when the full two, three minutes had passed, he'd covered his own fair amount of ground. Creno felt himself getting tired and swooped down towards Ioder's person. Creno hit the ground, crouching once more as he looked at Ioder.

"Had to make sure they didn't follow." Creno said carefully. "Don't think I got a chance to introduce myself back there." Creno said. "Name's Creno Valour." Creno extended his free hand towards Ioder so the fellow could shake his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm just a humble soldier, was running a parcel to a neighboring town when I found the bodies back there. They deserve proper burials." Creno looked back towards the small group of slaughtered warriors. Creno caught his breath, it was only then that he started to feel extremely tired. That was the effects of his flight ability...

[Ioder]

“It’s nice to meet you, even if under these confusing circumstances. Now that you are out of danger for the moment I have to say a few things. Firstly, I apologize for these circumstances the treants we were fighting belong to me and my associates. They were acting on the orders to keep the grounds outside out headquarters safe. And secondly, my name is Ioder of the Tarot Hierarchy, these woods are our domain.” Ioder said as he offered Creno a hand. He noticed that the large soldier’s composure was fading from what exhaustion. “I know this is blind faith but come with me. You can’t pass out here, not now, they still consider you a threat. Fallow me if you want to live.”

Ioder knew that he had to get this soldier into the House of Cards, it was the only way for the rest of the treants to acknowledge him as a non-threat. So after grasping the soldiers hand he pulled him towards the entrance of their catacombs which conveniently was only a few short minutes away. As they made way, Ioder weighed his options. This guy seemed to be a powerhouse of strength able to take down one of his guardians with almost no effort. He would at least make for a wonderful sword arcana and nice addition to the group. And on the other hand he was a stranger not yet worth the angel’s trust, but it was his fault the man was in this situation.

There was only one option, give this man a chance.

Breaking pass a thick red brush Ioder say the familiar red tree that marked the entrances of his base. It was nice cause helping this man was begging to wear the this young form of Ioder’s out. “Alright,” Ioder said as the two walked passed the big red tree to reveal a long stone wall in the side of a small hill. Ioder let go of the man as he stood against the back of the tree. Behind them the sounds of snapping twigs and rustling bushes echoed all around. The treants were on their move, tracking Creno all the way here. “After I show you this you have to promise me you can be trusted not to cause problems inside.” Ioder didn’t wait for an answer as he placed his hand on a paler color of the wall activating a crest. A terrestrial signet flashed as a part of the stone wall cracked and began to separate. “Quickly inside,” Ioder ushered.

[Sir_Creno]

And so it was that Creno Valour followed Ioder into the hidden catacombs.

I am not sure why I am doing this, it just seems right. Also...I'm tired as fuck right now anyway, don't want to bother fighting those things again by myself. I'm not going to wait for the gods to give me another chance!

And so Creno took his chance. Mostly, survival was a strong instinct with his people, and the warrior needed to keep himself intact if he was to someday grow stronger. Creno regained his composure after the mad sprint and nodded at Ioder calmly. "The secret is safe with me. I can guarantee that." Creno said to Ioder. Creno followed Ioder, it wasn't an entirely blind dedication though. The warrior had some reasons and he was curious to see what sort of an employ Ioder had to offer him. Creno made his way inside the entrance and sighed with relief, he could hear the treant creatures just behind the doors as they closed shut.

"You saved me back there, I owe ya big." Creno Valour said calmly, his strength was already returning. Perhaps, an effect of the new location they were in. "So what's the plan now? We got a bit of a mess outside, and someone's going to come looking for their fallen dead sooner or later..." Creno was thinking ahead...the larger picture. It was how Creno was wired. Creno took a deep breath and looked over at Ioder's person for a long moment. He looked at the doors for a moment too, then back towards Ioder. "I take it that we're going to be down here for a while anyway." Creno assumed. He heard his stomach rumbling, his strength was impressive...but it was also taxing on his very core and being. Creno looked at Ioder as they walked deeper in the catacombs like base. "What do you have to eat 'round here anyhow?" Creno asked, he was famished and in a weakened state. He wanted to prove himself to Ioder and in order to do that, he would need his strength back.

[Ioder]

Conflicted would be the best word to describe how the Seraphim felt as he ushered Creno farther down into the house of cards. He walked with an almost lack luster zeal with this big lug of a man fallowing him. Everyone will be happy to see a new face walking these halls, Ioder included, but he also felt some form of dreaded responsibility for him. They were his Treants acting on his orders, only simply protecting their base from the raiders traveling by. But instead they malfunction and begin slaughtering everyone and even attack this innocent man.

He sighed as he turned to eye up the man. Creno was big guy; he was strong. If nothing else he would be handy to keep around as an enforcer, or something. “The mess hall is a bit run down right now, but we’re working on it, but first let’s meet the gang.” Ioder said as the crossed the threshold between jagged rocky tunnel and smooth chiseled stone. The House of Cards was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, etched in stone, truly a magnificent base of operations for the Tarot Hierarchy. Plus its natural protection of being in the Red Forest makes it a perfect stronghold.

The two first went to the library and then to the kitchen where Ioder introduced Creno to both Vincent and Stella. After getting the soldier a quick plate from the pantry Ioder brought him to one of the rooms on the first floor of the base, only a few down from his.

“Okay, this is you. Pardon the lack of furnishings but there is a bed and closet in there now. We can pick up some stuff when next we head into town.” Ioder said as he pushed open the door. “By the way, I guess you deserve some explanation. My name is Ioder, I am one of the Major Arcana of the Hierarchy. Today one of my experiments, the Treants, went a bit crazy and I apologize for their aggression towards you. This was my only way of righting my wrong, as of now, you are our 5 of swords, one of our enforcers around here. You can come and go as you please, but stay here and work with us and you will see glory.” Ioder was being as honest as he could with Creno, he knew that he would be great to have around him and wondered if this was the man he had been seeking to operate The Risen, Ioder’s personal militia around here.

[Sir_Creno]

Creno, attentive, listened to the situation at hand.

Seems like one of those guilds or something...not a bad deal. Beats running packages from place to place. Creno almost forgot the main reason that brought him to that location in the first place. He sighed for a moment, and then looked at Ioder very carefully. "There is a town near here, or at least there's supposed to be one. Not sure if it exists anymore. But I was trying to deliver this parcel...maybe you can tell me if the area is safe or full of the damned walking dead." Creno was not afraid of the corpse army, but he knew other folks were. The more Creno thought about it, the more he realized the parcel was probably some sort of a trap. He sighed. "I hear this area is pretty bad with the walking dead lately. Don't know what can be done about them." Creno now had a title that wasn't merely just a lowly parcel runner. Five of Swords...I can get used to this. Creno nodded to his new boss.

"Glory...? I like the sound of that. I don't have any pressing issues at the moment, so I can certainly assist you and your guild." Creno suddenly thought about the parcel he was on assignment to deliver. He took it out of his pack and looked at it for a long moment. "Later on, I will have to try to either deliver this parcel, or return it." Creno was a man of his words, and he'd never failed a run yet. He would make certain the parcel would be delivered to it's owners. And what Creno did not realize, is that the very package in his position would thrust him to a series of profound events that would change his life forever. Creno replaced the parcel in his packs and continued to speak to Ioder about what it meant to to be a member of The Tarot group. He did not fully grasp the notion of what guilds on Althanas were, and he had no idea the good company he had just joined. Either way, Creno was exhausted, he'd used a lot of his Chi in the battle against the treants. When he was done talking with Ioder he went ahead and ate his meal, and went right to bed.

He hadn't slept so soundly in weeks...

~End~

[Philomel]

Name of Thread: Red Sentinels: The Lone Soldier's Approach [Tarot Hierarchy] (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?28635-Red-Sentinels-The-Lone-Soldier-s-Approach-Tarot-Hierarchy)
Judgement Type: No Judgement
Participants: Ioder and Sir Creno

Rewards:
Ioder (http://www.althanas.com/world/member.php?17424-Ioder):
616 EXP
66 GP

Sir Creno (http://www.althanas.com/world/member.php?14895-Sir_Creno):
440 EXP
66 GP

This judgement costs NO AP POINTS.

[Hysteria]

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