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Vortahar

Peaceful herb lore apprentice

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a character in “Memoria Irae”, as played by Vortahar

Description

Name: Vortahar
Age Group: Third Age
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 5ft2in / 127 lb
Morpholgy: Homomorpha
Appearance: Average humanoid with seemingly fragile yet elegant facial contours and long brown hair. Dresses inconspicuously with a simple olive hooded tunic.
Profession/Hobby: Herbology apprentice
Magic/Abilities: Magically infuses healing properties to certain plants in order to produce various effects to the recipient. Among some of the known effects that are known to his level of apprenticeship:
-Light tissue healing,
-Temporary hallucination,
-Temporary muteness,
-Truth compelling.

Gear: Always carries a pouch with sample leaves and seeds; a small dagger on a secretly sewn leather sheath underneath his tunic. Lately has been dabbling on a personal project: a small blowtube that sends darts soaked with various potions he stole from his teacher
Brief Bio: Vortahar was always the runt of the litter, frowned by his parents, bullied by his peers, scolded by his teachers. His sadness led him to a life of loneliness and the study of his passion: wildlife observation. His obsession was soon detected by a herbal lore teacher which took him as an apprentice. Vortahar is a peaceful spirit but since he heard news about the "disease", started to bring a small weapon with him for safety in hope he would never have to use it.
Extra: Can often be found sniffing a garden plant or playing a pan flute which he believes contribute to vegetal happiness.

So begins...

Vortahar's Story

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Puah Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Aileana Mordoor Character Portrait: Vortahar

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Abdown raised an arm over his face as the explosion occured. "Ah... a bit much, don't you think?" Abdown muttered as he lowered his arm to observe the aftermath of the blast. As he watched, he noticed Aeila approaching the pit. Something laid at the bottom, that was for sure, stirring as it were at the bottom. "You should be careful, as unrefined as it may be, it is no less an incredibly potent form of magic."

As he made his warning the figure in colorful clothes stood up, looking about at their melting visage, the mask beginning to distort. They growled, holding their head, barely audible, with a voice so hoarse, they have to force the words out, but somewhere in it could be discernible as "they couldn't fight before," and "useless, useless, useless!" The pit soon filled with the viscous paint-like fluid, an agitated scream bubbling forth as the fluid twists, and emerging violently, a rather large form turning into a large clawed hand reaching upwards and slamming down beside her attackers, another soon following, as the rest of the body emerges spraying paint every which way. While once an elegant form, now stood as a sizable monster standing on all fours. Sharp teeth lining a large maw, forelegs sporting long thin clawed fingers instead of paws, multiple bushy tails ending in dropping tips like paintbrushes swayed frustratedly, wildly flowing blueish hair ending in white tips, patches of blue down the back and on the shoulders, decorated face with blue markings like a form of warpaint. The large mutant Memorian bore their teeth and growled jumping back from the group.

"Please, do calm down, perhaps we can discuss thi-" Abdown began to say, but the being yelled and, with an impressive display of power and speed, spun around and, with flicks of its tails, created wave after wave of paint based projectiles, a few tearing through the ground to show them as having more force than the softness of it displayed before.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Puah Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Aileana Mordoor Character Portrait: Vortahar

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After the explosion erupted a few feet in front of him, the large man skid to a halt as he figure he was chasing was apparently caught in the blast. Looking intonthe pit there was something stirring at the bottom of it. Eventually it was clear that it was a bubbling paint like substance...And then a claw formed from it and slammed near them. And the once humanoid like colorful figure turned into a massive colorful creature.

It would fire a spray of...paint...And it looked more similar to hardened objects as it torrent the ground. “Sorry governor, looks like it’s not going to be in a mood to talk! Let’s bring this threat down!” Raimondo raised his mechanical arm as steam vented from the arm as he aimed it at the beast. “I am the arm of justice! For the sake of the people I’m bringing you down!” He shouted as a blue shined across his arm as a laser fired from his arm sending him skidding back slightly.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Puah Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Aileana Mordoor Character Portrait: Vortahar

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Aeila jumped back when the giant claw slammed down mere feet from where she was standing. She watched in awe as a huge creature began to emerge from the colourful goo, various body parts forming in seconds. "Uh.. I think I just made it angry.." she trailed off, not having a clue what the best plan of action was. They didn't even know what this thing was, and it didn't look like it was hurt at all by her explosion. Would they even be able to fight it?

She looked over at Raimondo as he shouted away at the monster, no ounce of fear in his voice, she was baffled by how confident and courageous he was, rushing in to fight the beast without a second thought. "You are a madman if I ever saw one, Raimondo." she said. She had to admit though, seeing him attacking the creature with such gallantry was giving her the courage to stand against it as well. Aeila ran towards the monster, swiftly dodging its projectiles and slashing her sword at its right leg, as soon as she connected with the creature, she quickly jumped away, not wanting to get caught by its swishing tails or claws. She watched its movements closely, trying to gauge how powerful this thing really was. She needed to gleam as much information from it as she could so that they could take it down as best they could.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Vortahar

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Vortahar was mesmerised by the scene happening before him. He had never seen such manifestation of evil and magic power in a creature. Still crouched behind a rock, he risked a good peek before he had to withdraw and dodge a paint projectile that nearly caught his forehead. What impressed him the most was that people were actually fighting it with extraordinary abilities. He recognised the governor standing near the fight and decides to try a ranged weapon he was secretly tinkering with. Drayden would not have approved, of course, letting a mere apprentice dabble with dangerous substances.

He clumsily reached inside his pouch and takes out a blowgun, actually a long cane tube with handles. Inside a small wooden box, he took a dart and let it absorb a viscous green liquid from inside a small vial. Drayden had told him that Dragonbane, which he stole from the University's dispensary, distilled from the mystic Purple Dulfir flowers that grew near Memoria Tree could knock out large beasts.
Vortahar inserted the dart into the blowgun and took advantage of the confusion when a woman charged the creature with a sword. He inhaled deeply and blowed the tube at maximum force calculating the trajectory of the dart to avoid friendly fire. Due to the size of the monster, it was a very easy target. He followed the dart with blazing eyes as it penetrated the creature's calf.

Vortahar sighed as it seemingly had no effect at all; it didn't flinch or scream. Nothing. But after some seconds, when the fight was getting pretty out of control, he noticed a very slight limp on the creature's left hind leg. He was not sure but it seemed that the monster's attack speed on the whole had lowered by a fraction.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Aileana Mordoor Character Portrait: Vortahar

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The beast looked on in surprise, eyes wide, as Raimondo charged his attack. In panic, in the same instance the creature threw their right forelimbs to the side, fingers open paint-like goo spewing out and stopping in a stream in mid-air, drips aloft as colorful orbs, before quickly twisting around together, folding together into a new structure, stronger, becoming less goo and more semi-fluid metal. The fluid had become an elegant blade, flowing organically from hilt-to-tip, fluid-turned-solid, yet still shimmering.

As the beast gripped the hilt of their newly crafted blade, they yelped as a pain came to their right leg, leaning some to the side. A frustrated shriek would follow, as the beast swung the blade directly into Raimondo's attack, causing the former to burst brilliantly in half, and the latter to split into two, one exploding magnificently in the distance behind the beast, the other splitting through some trees in the distance, going off into the unknown expanse away from the island. Both had singed opposing side of the beast's shoulders. Colorful flakes sparkled like fairy dust in the air from the destroyed blade, the broken off piece hurled into the air above.

The beast readied again, jumping back as tails flowed beside them, more paint flowing out and through the blade in an attempt to rebuild it, looking back and forth baring teeth at Aila and Raimondo, their ears drawn back as their expression became more concerned. They looked at their hand, noting a slight weakening quiver, and the slowing reaction time had become more apparent. A confused gasp escaped their maw.

"Not a very well organized assault," Abdown said, somewhat berating. "Rather messy, really."

The large beast would suddenly cast a glare down at the governor, but their eyes wandered up above him, something else catching their attention. The piece of the blade that was broken off from earlier now came plummeting down, quite massive in its own right, and was heading straight for the city! It had reduced to a heavy metallic blob, and from the amount of energy that was put into it moments earlier from Raimondo's blast, was aglow and unstable, resembling a colorful meteor.

Abdown followed the creature's eyes, catching a glimmer of something reflect in their eyes, and turned quickly and began to raise a hand, but the beast, to his surprise reacted faster, reaching out to the chunk, forcing it to go unstable. What followed was a brilliantly bright blast right above the city, the shock of which blew off pieces of roofing, and sent a heavy burst of air all around, as an aurora-like colorful ring rippled through the air outwards through the air. The beast panted, clawed hand still outstretched, beginning to shake again.

"Tch!" the beast finally uttered, nearly stumbling forwards from the chemicals finally spreading through their system. It was clear this fight was lost, and with a departing trick, the beast took the remaining piece of the blade, squeezing it into a ball between both hand and, pressing it into the ground, cupping hands over it. A blast of paint followed, launching the creature backwards and into the air to get enough distance away from the crowd.

"Well, that was interesting," Abdown muttered. "I was never in favor of division. Rejected just because of a bad dream? Ridiculous. It is no wonder they often become truly twisted into monsters by the Silence. This one, however... well, it is rare to see one unafflicted." Taking a moment to look at the damages, the governor dusts himself off. " Also... since when was Dragonbane filled darts standard use?"

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Aileana Mordoor Character Portrait: Vortahar

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#, as written by Specmarine
After the beam impacted the Sword, Raimondo’s arm began to vent a large amount steam after his blast. He had to recharge for a bit so he could not follow up on his attack, however the creature looked like it was regenerating it’s blade. However that was the least of their problems. In the sky the broken blade was coming down like a colorful meteor, however before it fell upon the city it exploded, the force causing him to shield his face as the beast now began to make a retreat.

As slow as he was he made a futile attempt to follow but gave up after a few steps. “Darn!...At least we drove it off!” He stated as he waved his fist in the direction of the fleeing enemy.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Aileana Mordoor Character Portrait: Vortahar

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#, as written by Alvetric
Aeila watched as the creature created a massive sword from its colourful goo and shielded her eyes when it met the blast from Raimondo's arm. She couldn't believe the amount of power emanating from both his arm and the beast's weapon. This is madness..., she thought. Aeila was ready to go in for another hit when she noticed that a large portion of the blade had been separated and was flung straight into the air, descending quickly to the heart of the city. She could see that the governor was preparing to do something to help protect the city but the creature, to her surprise, seemingly destabilizing the mass before it could do any damage. Aeila shielded her eyes again as the blast illuminated the sky and sent a shockwave through the land. When she opened her eyes, the creature had taken off just as quickly as it appeared.

Aeila returned her blade to its hilt and walked over to Raimondo and the governor. "Is everyone alright? I don't know if you all noticed that, but it seemed to me that the creature intentionally stopped that meteor blob from hitting the city." Her eyes scanned the horizon, the city didn't look too worse for wear. "I hope my shop didn't sustain damage...", her voice trailed off with a tinge of worry.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Aileana Mordoor Character Portrait: Vortahar

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#, as written by Vortahar
Still hiding behind the rock, Vortahar is breathing heavily, his whole body vibrating with excitement as he watches the final blast illuminate the sky. He is so euphoric, he has the impression of watching a new year's firework show. Timidly, he slowly rises while putting away his secret weapon; Drayden is going to be furious if he finds out, he thought. He scans the fighters for any light injuries and frustratingly they were seemingly well. It would be the perfect opportunity to test his healing herbs and balms, one of the few magics Drayden allows him to meddle with.
He started to walk back towards the university as inconspicuous as he arrived at the scene. He didn't want to get involved in any trouble and was feeling quite guilty to be participating so actively in all this.

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