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Ellena quickly left Silver Cross hospital, putting her arms in her sleeves, she smiled as she shut her eyes “I have been cooped up all day….. I need to get out and get some exercise… I wonder if there are any missions…” she sighed an exhausted sigh as she approached the mission board located a little bit away from Silver Cross. Scouring through the board, she noticed a crudely written note: ‘You! Yes You! Come on out to the ol’ waterfall and come play a game!’ -HVM The girl blinked as the snow began to fall around her “The Waterfall is out near the forest… i guess I could go on o

The Golden Frenzy Caravan The Golden Frenzy Caravan is from the north, just past the lake in the frozen mountains. Their ideals are very open and optimistic, accepting all but they preach unity under control, they want to control the entirety of the frozen north and make a huge city, putting them as the ‘Place to be’ of the entire world. Despite their name, they are very peaceful and only fight when provoked/under attack. Biomes: This Caravan mainly frequents the plains and never go to deep to the north, but they still stay on the outskirts of the mountains, where a lot of other caravans frequent as well. Every once in a while t

Stalwart Paragon Tribe that stayed farther north in the snow away from most others. The philosophy of the tribe was that building a resistance to the coldest weather and training will make the strongest body and mind. The village specialized in hunting digimon to craft and create armor and weapons, mainly long swords, katanas, claymores, and zwhiehander. Every male member and most firstborn females go through strict training regiments which perfects their body and mind to peak conditions. All of the tribe have complete trust for each other, which allows for more extreme fighting of higher strength and rank digimon, with few casualties and inj

Erik sits in the chair and puts his hands behind his head "Daily routine huh?" he said as he began to think about what he actually did, day to day. "Well... In the mornings... Me and Bapho usually wake up around 6..." he said softly as he chuckled a bit. "We go for a run around Waypoint Island, darting through trees... Jumping on trees and to and from trees... Physical training for the most part!" he said with a laugh. "Then we start the combat training... we spar and fight, using fists..." he said as he punched his left hand "And the other times... with weapons..." he said softly with a chuckle, recalling all the times he missed deflectin

On a cold morning, Erik received a call to arms from his digivice, Razor had asked all of the Edge of Reason members to come to a meeting. As they arrived at the meeting place, he looked around. Seeing people of all different styles, shapes, sizes and genders as well as ethnicity. “Truly astonishing we are…” he said softly to Baphomon, referencing the Human race as a whole. As Razor arrived, the meeting began. "Greetings my fellow vanguards, Today is our first opportunity to mobilize in full force.  Most of you are new here, with the New Year came new ideas, and new possibilities. I founded this organization in order to ke