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Kerpheres

The Jester in Violet

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a character in “The Valleys of War”, as played by Arkanistka

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Kerpheres



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"You're just f*cking with me! - Indeed I am." Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged, episode 26
DEJA VU - INITIAL D




GENERAL INFORMATION



Full name
Kerpheres

Nickname
Kerphie, Kerph, Jester in Violet, Smugician

Age
22-24 (bit younger than his bro)

Gender
MALE

Sexuality
... ^^

Home
He grew up with his brother in one of the big cities on the neutral territories.

Alignment
He sided with the Alliance, becoming an advisor to one of the human lords who doesn't despise magic.

Race
Duk'Zarist




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APPEARANCE



Height
Kerph is around 6'1" tall/

Weight
Around 165 lbs

General Description
Kerph is quite a tall and slim man, always wearing violet clothes. His long hair also seems to have some violet colouring, but this might be due to some magical effects. He smiles a lot, never revealing his true emotion, like a jester's mask.




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MENTALITY



Personality
Kerph is a very cheerful, outgoing person, but in a very ironic, mocking way. He can't help to do things that make people feel uncomfortable, breaking any boundaries. He usually takes every challenge or insult with a smile, but if something makes him get serious, then it's usually some sort of grave danger to anyone he cares about. He's also a really honest person, but not in a rude way.

Likes
[✔] WHAT DO THEY LIKE?
[✔] MAGIC
[✔] HIS BROTHER
[✔] HIS MOTHER
[✔] RIVALRY WITH HIS BROTHER
[✔] BEING A JESTER

Dislikes
[✖] WHAT DON'T THEY LIKE?
[✖] IGNORANCE
[✖] ARROGANCE
[✖] PEOPLE WHO MAKE OTHERS LOOK BAD FOR PERSONAL GAIN
[✖] SWORDS IN HIS CHEST

Hobbies/Job
Kerph is an advisor to Lord (need help here), so he spends most of his time advising the Lord.

Dreams/Goals
Kerpheres wants to become one of the greatest wizards in the world or perhaps at least exceed the current master wizards. But he doesn't want to become too broody in the process too.



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COMBAT



Class
Mage (obviously). He usually uses both protective and offensive magic, though he has also few illusion spells in his spellbook. Due to his race, he's mostly attracted to the dark arts, but the damaging side of them and not necromancy.

Physical Strengths
Kerph is rather swift when it comes to running away from danger. And he can even do it for more than one minute.

Physical Weaknesses
He isn't particularly strong nor tough and he also has the typical racial metal allergy.

Magic Strengths
His dark magic spells are usually stronger than other types of magic he uses.

Magic Weaknesses
He is really weak against light magic.

Weapon Skills
Kerph is very proficient with a magical staff that he uses to hit people in the head when they stop listening to him mid-plan. And he has a spellbook with quite few pages fully filled for the time being.

Protection Type
His robes are a bit enchanted, to mostly protect his vital points. His spellbook is also thick enough to hold a stab from a sword or dagger, though might be quite useless against axes.



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HISTORY



The Story so Far
Kerph doesn't remember his true parents. He only knows they didn't want him and made it quite obvious to his new parents, the merchant and his wife. Kerph was raised together with his new brother, Dranten, by a human and a Duk'Zarist. The two boys always were competing with each other, rather in a friendly way than a mischievous one. For the first few years the differences weren't that distinct, but later on one could easily tell, that Kerpheres is growing to be an powerful mage, while his brother Dranten could easily pick the path to be a warrior.
Kerph did a lot to improve his magical powers, finding a teacher without his parents or brother noticing anything. He quickly learned the basics, eagerly going over to more advance teachings. He wasn't actually power-hungry, it was just fun to him to discover new things he could do with magic and using them in his life.
Few years later his brother left home to become an adventurer. Kerph knew it would be also a good time for him to leave and search for another teacher, so he could learn more about magic. He crossed paths with some mages who served the Alliance and eagerly joined them. They travelled a lot and explored ancient ruins of all sorts. One day something led them to a battlefield, where the Alliance's mercs fought against undead. Kerph had a feeling that something was odd about this and the mages started an investigation. They were lucky to find a few survivors, including Dranten, Kerpheres' brother.
They parted their ways again, as Dranten didn't want to join them and the mages needed to report to the Capital, what has happened. It was the time where Kerph fully joined the Alliance. He helped the mages at further investigations and earned himself the position of advisor at the court of one of the Lords.
Another years have passed and the news of his father sickness reached Kerpheres. The Lord was lenient and let Kerph travel back home to his father. Few days after Kerph's arrival, his father died. Kerph's brother, Dranten, appeared at the funeral. It wasn't a very happy family reunion, but at least the warrior was alive and well.
Their mother took over the family business, while the two headed back to their duties, promising each other to meet more often.
Kerph remains still in service of the Lord, waiting for another assignment.

Relationships
Kerph isn't in a relationship right now, but unlike his brother, he'd be happy to oblige. Though not many people might stand his sense of humor, so the search might take some time. He cares for both his brother and his mother.

So begins...

Kerpheres's Story

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Character Portrait: Makana Valhai Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Elizabeth Margo Character Portrait: Ein Crowley Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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The door went suddenly open and two tall figures walked in. As they went into the reach of the lights, it was revealed that these are two men, one wearing a mage's robe and a pretty silly hat, while the other one, a real mountain when it comes to height, was wearing an armor made out of some strange material no one in the room could recognize. Both took a seat at one of the free tables, contemplating the warmth and the cozy atmosphere the Jackall had to offer.
“Now that's some lovely place, don't you think so, brother?” asked the mage, smirking the whole time. “Perhaps I can make it even lovelier. Hey, bartender, tonight all drinks go on me!” he yelled, so everyone present could hear him. “Now that's how you attract their attention.” he said quiet towards his companion.
“Was it really necessary, brother?” the tall man made himself more comfortable on the table and took off his helmet.
“Well, if you want people to notice you, you have to first pique their interest. And that's what I did. You need a job and this place looks better like an orc's yurt, so stop complaining.” the mage also took off the silly hat.
“I can't say you didn't pique their interest. I just can't stand all those people looking at me like that.” the warrior noticed too many stares coming their way. This wasn't going to be a peaceful evening, for sure.
“Well, I only threw the bait, now I'm waiting for the catch.” the mage didn't see that bothered, smirking a lot. Oh, this evening will be interesting, for sure.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth

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#, as written by Zaria
He couldn't tell, but he would bet everything he wore, and had on one thing - the masked one smiled, while she, he thinks she spoke:
"Of course, but I'm just joking."
Yeah, right, just joking - no matter how Gaveth looks at it, it starts to feel like he's talking with an undead. That has a really weird humour. But what on earth would an undead do here? Socialize?
I think not. Still I could use a breather from these two.

"...Hey, bartender, tonight all drinks go on me!” He heard from the lower level.

That just might be my chance, he thought, and raised from the seat.
"One moment."
With that he went to lean over the balustrade once more, to scout out the one yelling - quick and easy, two men, that he didn't see before, nor heard them coming in. One of them had to yell, had to be a mage, judging by his broad smile. The other, warrior seems to be... blushing, poor guy seems to hate attention.

"I would gladly take your offer kind sir!" – He yelled back – "But that will be three drinks! For me, and..." – he paused to look back, they still sat still, oh, sweet maker –"... my companions!"

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth

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“See, we already caught someone in our web, brother.” the mage grinned, hearing the man from the upper level yelling. “As I said, kind sir, all drinks are on me, so you and your companions can drink all they want tonight!” yelled the magician back at the one to respond to him.
“He looks like a shabby old man, brother. A soldier... Of the Alliance, if I guess it correctly.” the warrior looked at upper level. “You know I don't want to have too many things to do with Alliance veterans, right?” he returned his eyes to his brother.
“Well, you can't see them all as traitors, bro. I doubt this guy had anything to do with you being left for death... For the millionth time.” the mage chuckled.
The warrior cringed a bit at the memory of betrayal he had to face so many times.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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As he entered the tavern named "The Spicy Jackal", Skelly immediately felt the liveliness of the place. It was very different from the undead settlements he is used to come across. When some undead spoke about a place where he could hear a lot of things from a variety of topics, his thirst for discoveries instantly came up. Although he didn't plan for all this agitation. His magical senses were overloaded by the atmosphere, drunken people laughing loudly, the torches and the fireplace brightening the main hall, and the sweet aroma of alcohols in the mugs. A mask hiding his skull under his hood, he felt uncomfortable. Not being very social, and also not used to seeing this much living people, he didn't know what to do nor where he could sit. It was also his first tavern since his awakening, so he was clueless on how things work around here. He proceeded to find a free table, away from the crowd's look, and sat, waiting in hope of some random and valuable piece of knowledge that would at least make this "expedition" worth the risk.

At some point, two figures entered the tavern, one wearing a mage's robe and a funny hat and the other one an armor, though Skelly couldn't guess what the materials were. But he wasn't interested by the armor, nor by the man wearing it. He was intrigued by the mage, and also wanted to see if he could hear an interesting thing or two from them. Luckily, they both sat at a free table near his. The mage yelled :

"Hey, bartender, tonight all drinks go on me!",

soon replied by someone upstairs asking for drinks for him and his companions.

By eavesdropping, he learned that the mage and the armored man are brothers, and are in search for a job for the armored one.
For now, the intel collect wasn't that great, but it was slowly beginning. Skelly sat back and waited for the evening to set.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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“So, how's Milina doing?” the mage asked his companion.
“We broke up few weeks ago. It... wasn't working out how I was expecting.” the warrior blushed a bit, while the mage chuckled.
“So, how didn't it work out like you were expecting, brother?” the magician seemed to have too much fun in making fun of his brother.
“Well, you should know, because she's one of your magical friends... She tried to convince me that the Alliance isn't like it was, so I should really got back and you know, fight for them. I asked her to not push me on this topic and we both got really angry and... yeah...” the tall man focused on his beer.
“That's the problem with both of you, bro. You both care about each other so much and you also care about your own ideologies, so it will eventually end up breaking yours and hers heart.” the grin changed into a delicate smile. “The only way for you both to get along is for one of you to stop behaving like a moron and get over it that the other side isn't willing to change. And it will take a while, I guess. Or perhaps you'll find another person. But with your attitude, I doubt it will be ever possible.” the mage chuckled again.
“I know, bro. Changing the topic, if we can: what's your goal in all of this? I mean, I guess it's nice that you try to find me a job, but it isn't all you're looking for and I know it... Wait, did you discover any information about the Soul Shards?” the warrior raised his eyebrow.
“Shhh, don't say it out loud, someone might hear it. Yes, I'm still searching for the Soul Shards. The Alliance wants to know more about those.” the mage seemed to become more serious than just a moment ago.
“So, how do the Shards work, actually? I know that mages use them to power up their magic, but what are those actually?” the warrior didn't want to get off the topic.
The mage became very serious as he answered. “The Soul Shards aren't just a mana fuel... This are pieces of souls, collected after an undead was created. If you gather enough, it is said you can revive an undead and bring them back to actual life. It's only a legend, but there are many to believe that it is true.”
“So... Your friends are using dead people's souls to power up their spells?” the warrior cringed again at the realization.
“Yes. But I don't wanna talk about it anymore. It's an upsetting topic.” the mage took a sip from his cup.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood Character Portrait: Kirnon

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Soon Gaveth, and his... companions as he now had to call them, got their drinks. Served by a good looking, and most of all busty farm girl, with ginger hair.
He took a sip of his drink, and winced. It was a ginger ale, of fucking course it had to be - ginger hair, and ginger ale. What an irony. Especially since he hates it, but to hell with it, he missed a drink for a long time.
He drank like a child drinking mother's milk, all while staring at the two, and the woman to a degree. Busty she was, but not as busty, as his queenie was.
Strangely enough, the two didn't even bother to move, nor look at the woman. Definitely there's something wrong with them, especially that big guy - how can he not enjoy the company of a woman? Just how?
Oh, right, he's dead. Still, dead shouldn't exactly mean he can't... right? Wait, what am I even thinking? - Gaveth choked on the ale. He had to reassure the woman, that he's fine for few times, before she would leave them, after the unfortunate small... accident with ale.
I hate ale, he thought, and sighed. Then carefully examined the smaller one.
Careful examination of the posture, build... could tell a lot, for example, that it was a woman after all. How he exactly knew, with all that traveler's clothes on her, well. Best left as a secret - but the gist of it involves elven women, and a joke.
Time to focus on that face of hers, or rather an old mask with tribal markings, cuts, and signs. All for the sake of a right appearence, a way to recognize to which tribe wearer belongs to, and some... other things tribes tend to do. - Niv really liked that sort of thing, now that he thinks about it...
"Are you done?" – Cold voice brought him back to reality, to the masked one, cause that's the only talkative one so far.
"Done drinking? Not a chance. Haven't had an ale, let alone a good beer in a long time."
Obviously... he'd rather drink something stronger, but beggars can't be choosers.
"No, are you done checking me out?"
"I... – he hesitated –... I would never do such a thing to my employer." – Well, but he just did. Though he doubts there's something interesting underneath, probably just bones, so it's good to see "her" in clothes.
"This is tiring..." – the masked one raised right hand for the first time, and tried to reach own forehead, obviously that would only end in touching the upper part of mask.
"Speak, or we're done."
"Yeah, well, little princess.. I would certainly speak, if I were aware of what you want to know, and... knowledge has a price."
It's hard to tell, whether the little princess part pissed her off, but he'd say yes. Her next words confirmed it.
"Say that again, and you'll be nothing more than a sack of bones!"– She hissed, catching attention of few patrons, well, more than he would hope for. - It's always bad to catch attention.
"Settle down, young one – He said, grinning, for some strange reason he enjoyed pissing her off - even if it meant death by the hands of that big guy sitting beside her.
Still, that armor has to weight a bit, how can you not move at all? - he thought.
"Tell me what you need, and I will tell you what I know, for a price." – Gaveth repeated, clearly now.
A short silence came, before she asked:
"What price?"
Oh, oh sweet maker no! Not another weirdo, that doesn't know they need to pay for information! Oh, come on! - Thought never said, but straining his mind.
"Coins, silver, gold, or copper. The most common type of money in these land, well, kingdom. Some kingdoms have different type of" - he was cut off, due to her putting on a table a type of coin, he had not seen in years.
"That's a coin from Veneria..." – he said lightly.
Kingdom, from which his second in command came, kingdom full of prosperity, and one of the first to fall. Coins such as the one he sees are rare, but worthless in current economy. Even if he were to find a buyer, it would take time, and that's the thing he lacks the most.
"Rare, but worthless."
"It's a currency, money."
"Correct, but long lost, can't use it to buy food, a night in this tavern, or any other. It's worthless, unless you find a collector." Or... reach one of the more prominent kingdoms, that could melt it, and use the materials.
"So, it has worth." – She's still pushing, understandable. But he won't, he simply won't accept it.
"No, not to me, I don't have time to travel."
Silence again, she got up, he had a feeling she's bit resigned - well, she looked like it, but it's hard to tell. Or maybe she's just totally pissed off.
"If you're so keen on getting information out of me, you could just do a quest from the board with me." – He said just in time, just when she turned with her companion to leave.
"A board?" – She asked, caught just like a fish.
"Yeah, on the lower level, there's a board that adventurers most of the time use, with quests to do. You know, like a jobs for people that are willing to risk their life."
"Why..." – she turned, intended to ask why it even existed, he's sure of it. But she never finished.
Why? Why does it exist? Good question, one, that he has no answer for. It's probably a case of who knows - maybe they are lazy, corrupt, or just found that it's best to leave it to people who want to make a living that way.
He took another sip from the cup, last one, with it the cup was empty.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth

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The mage stopped drinking for a moment, taking a long look around the people gathered in the Jackal. There was something odd in the air, like a faint smell of death among the living. He turned a bit, facing one of other customers sitting nearby, one wearing a mask. Something about the eyes of the stranger gave him shivers, though he didn't let anyone know, raising his cup with a smile towards the masked person.
The warrior was looking at the same time at the man on the upper level, the one who had thanked his brother. He couldn't see other people sitting at the table, but he could've sworn he can't see their Chi aura at all, even though he could barely recognize any Chi aura in a place like this. Also, what could be the possibility that a bunch of undead would enter a tavern? That's ridiculous.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth

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Gaveth sighed, with ale being no more, he had no reason to sit. No way to persuade the other two to wait, when it comes to going down, checking the board. If he had another drink... he'd end up wasted again. Not a good thing in the current situation. Not with undead as customers.
He rose to his feet slowly, it's funny that the other two just stood still until now, waiting, and needlessly catching attention of others. Sooner or later someone might just realize they are undead by how stiff they are.
Man, I really need to come up with something to make them more... lively, if I am to quest with them. Stiff people are the worst kind, besides the liars.
He quickly went past them, and gone down. Naturally they followed.
Board happened to be just beside the stairs, fortunately not surrounded by "adventurers", not yet at least. Surely it won't happen for a while, thanks to a round, given by a mage earlier, to which he signaled with his head - it meant something like: interested in a job?
After all... he wouldn't mind a talkative one, talkative would brighten the mood, unless he runs away due to dead ones. Well, shit.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth

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The warrior was still loking at the shabby guy who got his drink, when he was walking down the stairs with two more people. The Chi aura of the tall armored man was dimmed, like something was laying a shadow upon him, while the other person... Yes, she had obviously no aura. The old guy pointed at warrior's brother, obviously asking to join. The man looked at his brother, waiting for something to be decided.
“Don't be so passive, Dranny.” the mage said, while slowly getting up and moving towards the notice board, where the three interesting people have gathered. He noticed the same things like his brother, but he could also tell that there was some demonic influence.
The warrior followed the mage, hands away from his weapon, but ready to reach for it if needed.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth

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Gaveth smiled, brothers chose to join, or at least talk about the possible job. Good thing, after their exchange of glances.
Brothers were on guard, as they drew closer - could it possibly be... a fact? No, they couldn't have realized the two with him were undead, most likely. He's not completely sure about it himself. Then again, mage could know, but the warrior surely can't have a clue.
Unless Gaveth and him are similar, somehow.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth

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“Ah, so you're the person that was so nice to thank me for the ale. And these two must be your companions. Nice to make acquaintance. My name is Kerpheres, Kerph for short, and this my brother, Dranten.” the mage introduced himself and the warrior. “Seems that you're looking for work. That is good, because my brother needs some work too and what would be better than working in such a fine company? I might join as well, although I'm not sure if I won't have to return to my work as an advisor to Lord Kaldark.”
“Why would you...?” Dranten didn't finish, though he wanted to ask why would his brother tell almost everything about himself, but the look on his brother face told him to shut up. There was a slight threat behind the broad smile of the mage.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth

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Gaveth smirked, but quickly wiped the wrong smile off, in its place landed broad, and open one.
"Call me Gaveth, when it comes to others..." He tilted his head.
Come on you two, speak for once.
"Feiska, and... Grim." Grim nod slowly.
Man, this guy really likes being silent.
"Yeah, we're looking for work..."

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth

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Skelly was so shocked by what he learned that he did not immediately saw the two brothers leaving their table. But Souls stones ? Bringing an undead fully back to his life ?

Could it be... the way to retrieve his memories ? Would it really work ?

He suddenly realizes that the brothers aren't here anymore. He must not let that magician escape. He wants... no, he needs this information. This goes way beyond what he thought could bring him back to his previous life. But where are they ? Where is the mage ?

He suddenly spots the two of them near a board, and in the company of three other people he doesn't recognize. No matter what it takes, he needs to follow them. Maybe he could join them. They look like a team of adventurers now that he thinks about it.

But how could he join ? He won't be able to talk. Perhaps he could play mute... But that would totally be suspiscious... He doesn't have the time to think. He decided that he would first meet with them, that would be a start. Maybe he won't have to talk. He gets up from his table, and goes to the board to meet this group.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth

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“Well, you don't look like a typical group of adventurers. Two mysterious people and an old soldier... I guess our help will be much appreciated.” the mage looked at the masked person and the big guy. Their life was sucked out of their bones, leaving only shells, though the shells seemed to have much more intelligence than many of the living ones he met. He could only guess that they could help him with the Soul Shards.
“Someone else is approaching.” said the warrior, looking over his shoulder at one of the other guests of the tavern, a person who was obviously listening to him and his brother talking about the Soul Shards.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres

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#, as written by Zaria
Gaveth chuckled at the first few words, mage spoke, all while thinking: No shit, we're just a rag tag something, that just came into existence.
What worried him a bit, was how he eyed his companions up close - the stare, that tells he sees more, than is shown. Then of course his brother spoke:
“Someone else is approaching.” all while looking over his shoulder at... another masked guy. One thought crossed Gaveth's mind - What is this? A masquarade festival all of a sudden?

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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They will do... Something about adventurers caused them to congregate together, like sheep gathering for the slaughter. Wait in a tavern long enough and like grains of sand, they start rolling slowly into rocks.... These pebbles should skip across the proverbial river well enough. So the girl stood up, heels clicking as she made her way over to what she could only assume to be adventurers.

Along the way, another person also seemed to be making their way to the same group. With a few quick steps, she closed distance between the new figure, putting an arm around its shoulders. The lack of flesh on the creature was a start, but not uncommon where she came from.

Reaching into her robes with her free arm, she withdrew a pouch of coin, and closed scroll depositing both silently on the table. Without looking at anyone at the table, she took a seat, pushing the stranger she'd dragged with her into a free chair. Waiting, she began absentmindedly drumming fingers against the table.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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Noticing a strange behaviour of another person, both brothers raised their eyebrows, eyeing the woman who suddenly grabbed the one who was trying to approach them, dragging him to a nearby table, which actually caused some disturbance due to other guests getting pissed off with someone sitting by their table. Brothers made short eye-contact with each other, Kerph noded and they showed Gaveth, Feiska and Grim to follow. They went over to the table and stood there, looking down at the two weirdos, now more mysterious than before.
“Not the best way to draw attention” commented Kerph, looking in the eyes of the person who caused the most disturbance with her sudden, unexpected behaviour.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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The Spicy Jackal… a curious name for a tavern, but Hilda was not one to question it too much, particularly as said establishment offered a welcome reprieve from the open road for herself and her companion. A couple of drinks and a table far enough away from the general hubbub was all that they needed to enjoy themselves.

Yet even from where they were sat, the pair could all too easily hear a loud voice addressing all and sundry, promising free drinks for everyone. The swordswoman glanced in the direction of the speaker to see an armoured warrior and a robed wizard, both clad in quite possibly the most ridiculous-looking garb she had seen outside of circus performers.

“Must be some deep pockets they have, to make such an offer so readily,” Hilda wryly remarked before turning back to her friend. “What is it about these places that attracts such outlandish people?”

Outlandish certainly was the proper word for it. The woman beside the warrior shook her head.

Although truth be told, Bellemere had only duly noted the rowdy duo inviting everyone to buy a drink on their tab. Amusing, if somewhat inconspicuous given that strangers didn’t typically respond well to loud-mouths with money to spend. Not unless they could steal it, anyway. Similarly, the mute woman hadn’t given much thought entertaining the prospect of taking that offer and instead resumed scraping dirt from underneath her fingernails with the point of a dagger; as much a need as it was a way to disguise her spying habit.

She took some notes, like the obvious skeleton in the room (which certainly made her turn for a better look), the giant fellow in armour and its much smaller companion, but otherwise most people went without comment. All the same, Bellemere had her metaphorical guard up. Ears pricked and catching whispers so carelessly dropped.

She paused, looking at Hilda with something not unlike a smirk. The swordswoman caught that look, and flashing back a smile of her own she said, “Heard something interesting, I take it?”

Smirk pronounced, edging the shimmering of a grin at the bemusement. Still, it wasn't exactly high magic to tell from obvious signs. Bellemere, for all her training, never did master subtlety when it came to expressing joy anyway. She nodded, a finger jutted towards the growing mess of a group.

With months of petty payments and guard patrol duty for merchants that sold the equivalent of cow dung, well… Maybe taking a chance with the not so inconspicuous party had some more value.

Plus, free drinks.

Bellemere gestured her companion to follow, shifting behind the swordswoman as to adopt a more obedient and passive body language. She'd trust Hilda to get the hint. Made more sense that she'd take the lead anyway.

Although in their short time, typically, the mute woman jumped for the chance to make would-be friends. There was something about getting a clue from this rag-tag band of individuals who had all congregated around the jolly mage and his less enthusiastic brother.

Hilda took note of her companion’s excitement. It didn’t take long to weigh up the pros and cons of embarking on this venture. After all, if they felt that it wasn’t worth the money, they could always try their luck elsewhere. “I suppose it can’t hurt to see what they’re offering. Shall we?”

The swordswoman got up from her seat, making her way towards the motley group with Bellemere in tow. She gave them a polite greeting as she approached. Bellemere did much the same, nodding along with Hilda's more friendly and approachable introduction.

“Any room for two more?” she asked with a warm smile. “If this is for a job, my friend and I would certainly be interested in joining you.”

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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Wait? What the hell is going on here? First there's this another weirdo with a mask, then yet another masked weirdo steals him, and leads to a table with random patrons. And now... just as we're following, cause of course brothers had to move.
Well, fine, I would check it myself. Anyway, as we move, yet another two join in.

“Any room for two more? If this is for a job, my friend and I would certainly be interested in joining you.”
Man, crowdy. - He thought, while Lich, and her friend slowly grew annoyed. Too much time is wasted here, in Lich's opinion.

"I guess there is... - Gaveth said -... we could get a bigger fish." Fish? Really? Man, they'll think I'm a fisherman, from a small village, which happens to be the truth, though that's a long, long... gone past.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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Not noticing any reaction from the mysterious person, Kerph decided to wave his hand in front of the weirdo, trying to get anything out of the person. Still seeing no reaction from behind the white mask, he looked at the other person, the one being dragged to the table in the first place. “So, I guess someone isn't gonna answer my question. But I have a different one for you, friend: you seemed interested in our little group, probably wanting to join. Is that assumption correct?” the mage took a long look at the second masked figure, this one wearing comfortable robes.
Meanwhile, Dranten looked over his shoulder to notice more people approaching their little squad. On one side, he didn't mind having an advantage in numbers, on the other though: the more people in, the less gold for everyone. Or, like the shabby guy said, they could go for a bigger fish. He saw two women, one of them dressed typically as the Norsemen and the other was dressed more like a lady, though something seemed unusual about her, like some crucial part of her body was probably cut out of her living flesh. The warrior knew there were some cults that cripple their own members, but he didn't see the point in such things.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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Lost and confused, the skeleton just realised he had been driven into the group by a stranger who also seemed interested in the party and who understood Skelly was trying to join it as well.

And it wasn't going to end soon. Two more figures were coming towards the party, and their intentions of joining weren't hidden.

As the two newcomers were approaching, the mage spoke to Skelly : "So, I guess someone isn't gonna answer my question. But I have a different one for you, friend: you seemed interested in our little group, probably wanting to join. Is that assumption correct ?". Skelly responded by a nod and a friendly thumb up with his gloved hand.

Though something felt odd. He had this strange feeling that someone discovered his actual condition. How would they notice ? Skelly could only think about some sort of magic to explain how he would have been found out. Has magic evolved that much since he was dead ? Nothing in his book told him about "Necromancing detection". Maybe some other forces could be the reason of how he was revealed. But for now, he doesn't know who uncovered him, or even if someone really did, it was just a bad feeling about all this.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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A slight nod and a thumb up was the only answer Kerph got from the weird masked man. “Not the most talkative one, I see. Almost like my brother.” he chuckled, looking over to Dranten, who was focused on those two women who joined the little group slowly growing in numbers. The mage couldn't help but read the minds of the people gathered around the notice board. Oh, he looks silly in the eyes of the Norsewoman? That's quite adorable coming from someone who's wearing pelts no matter the temperatures outside. The other woman, the one accompanying the swordswoman... She piqued his interest, as any roguish assassin-like person would. He needed to find out more. Just like he needed to find out more about the drow - the weird masked figure sitting at the table next to him. The other masked figure... He literally went into a completely hollow cranium, he could see the bones, completely lacking any sort of flesh to cover it, with thoughts swarming around, but never reaching the place where he was standing. He withdraw, not wanting to be affected too much with this view. Next person was the old soldier. Or a fisherman, huh. There was something interesting about this man though, a place inside his brain, covered in darkness, where Kerph couldn't walk into. Some demonic magic, obviously, denying him access. Well, he was never good in demonology, so he left, but still wanting to investigate further. Another brainless skull met him, as he tried to read the thoughts of the armored giant. He hated all those undead, or rather necromancers who totally fucked up their jobs with recreating a life form. And the last brain – he didn't even get an actual opportunity to try, as he literally was kicked out by the masked woman. The way she protected her privacy left him a bit dazed, but he quickly regained composure after he was poked by his own brother.
Dranten noticed how his brother was looking at all people. Mind reading, as always. He really was irritated by his bro sticking his nose into others lives, like this would be any of his business. He poke Kerph with an elbow, which je noticed was a good move, as his brother seemed to not feel that well after the mind reading, which was a bit disconcerting, for something like this rarely occurred.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke

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She could feel the mage’s stare bore into her psyche. Didn’t even presume to be subtle about it, and Bellemere figured responding with a bright smile was all she could do to dissuade any further investigation in what was, essentially, a vault that only she had any right to enter. That is, unless the man had more sense than he let on. She could never be sure, but something about not spreading nasty rumours came to mind; Resounding with a stern, calculated tone in her thoughts. Bellemere made sure that if there was any mind-reading to be had, it wouldn’t be at her expense.

Hilda’s response to the unwanted intrusion was to shield her mind and surface thoughts against the mage’s mind-reading. The only outward change in her expression was a brief furrowing of the brow. Despite not being a full mage herself, Hilda still knew enough of the art to make any further probing attempts a rather regrettable action.

The swordswoman turned to speak to the mage’s brother, eager to get down to business. “Well then, whether we are departing now or later, would you mind telling us the nature of this job? ”

Hilda typically had a good mindset for getting to the point as it were, and Bellemere was thankful for it. No need to dilly dally around the issue, they weren't exactly here to make lifetime friends. The unassuming mute had caught her partner by the wrist, brushing the northerner's hand towards the near-empty purse of gold hanging limply by her hip; Eyes caught an understanding glimpse before she left Hilda to making an appropriate deal.


“Ah yes, my companion and I would also like to know, how much would you intend to pay us for this job?”

Meanwhile, Bellemere had strutted over towards the job board that some of these would-be companions had flocked to, nodding politely as she approached before eyeing the work on offer.

Most requests were easily disregarded as mere peasant work, a particular farm-hand would suit just fine. Others included guarding caravans or helpless villagers requesting a safe journey by offering a meager reward (free meals at least, thankfully). Then her eyes stopped at a curious note, stuck with the remains of a knife to the wood behind it. Request in effort to help stop the bandit outbreak, the signature of the local guardsmen emblazoned on the lower right corner of the note.

The woman contemplated, briefly, then turned to look at the three individuals beside her. The old man in particular. A hand beckoned him to come take a closer look. Surely, a job from official sources would give a handsome reward...

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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#, as written by Zaria
Today is the most confusing day of his life, war was better than a strange masked person, that steals away one of their possible companions, sits down, and... does nothing. Good thing is, that as one of the brothers spoke, and asked the other masked guy, that sat. Reply came, in a form of thumbs up. Always something, he didn't expect mute though.

"Well, feel free to tag along then, like the rest I guess" He said, and felt an odd presence in his mind, different then usual. Though it quickly... left, he still got to hear the thoughs of his usual companion.

Well, well, look at that, someone's bit too curious. Guess I'll break- He chose to neglect the rest, didn't want to listen to an old demon, and in a way... a friend.

In the meantime, Feiska took note of the mage invading minds of others. From her perspective...
Humans were simple, mages even simpler, but usually secretive when it comes to their actions. Still, not this one - mage clad in something so bad looking, that it is indescribable visibly began to visit the minds of others. He didn't even try to hide it, insolent fool.

Naturally it backfired in some cases, and just as he was about to reach into her mind... he took a step onto a slippery ice. - Kicked out he was, in a simple way, with a simple spell.
She didn't like him at all before, and now he's on a thin ice to being frozen, but his reaction, how dazed he was... is simply priceless.

“Well then, whether we are departing now or later, would you mind telling us the nature of this job? ” The swordsman, with magic whirling around her asked, and almost immedietly her friend gave her a sign, by grabbing her wrist. Exchanged glances could tell everything, to a keen viewer, witha good idea. - Pity the old man is too focused on the other mute, the one that smells like death, and sits with yet another... death touched fool. Otherwise he would've notice, hopefuly.

“Ah yes, my companion and I would also like to know, how much would you intend to pay us for this job?” The second, rogue added, as it would seem. Gaveth finally glanced at them.

"It all depends on what job we take, and it's more of a sharing the spoils kind of thing, just like the adventurers."
He said, and noticed how one of the women moved closer to the board, then not long after beckoned him.
Now I wonder what she found? Kitchen work? He thought, and chuckled, as he made his way towards the board once more. Leaving others near the table. Except for that darn woman, and the big guy still clad in armor. They follow him like damn dogs in need... of petting?

"So you found something." Sounded more like a declaration, than a question, and he wanted it to be the latter.
He looked at her, the silent type as it would seem, and tried to follow her gaze, at least when it comes to the level.
He did, and he managed to find it, what she was looking at...
"Ahh, so kitchen work after all, hell, you don't need us to do that, right?" Maybe he missed it after all...

In the meantime, Feiska thought of a simple idea - a way to punish little mage for how insolent he was, and that idea is... to invade his mind with a trully malicious spell. One that will leave him pained, and dazed for a short while. - And so she did.
OOC - ^^

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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Dranten was caught off-guard, when the swordswoman addressed him with the question about payment and work. Lucky him, the old soldier interfered and took over the initiative, saving the poor warrior from answering a question he actually had no good answer to. He turned back to his brother, just in time to notice Kerph's face gnarled in pain. A shriek similar to that of a banshee escaped the mages lips, piercing into the ears of those standing nearby. Before the mage actually collapsed, the older brother grabbed him tightly and help him sit down on one of the benches near the table.
Kerph didn't notice it at first, but a sudden pain inside his head brought him to the realization that someone else was invading his mind at the very moment. And it was a truly brutal assault, like a stab of an assassin's blade, poisoning his mind like only a necromantic spell could. His screech surely caused pain to those standing nearby, but he couldn't care less at the moment, tormented by the one person he couldn't actually invade. He glanced in the eyes of the masked woman standing beside the metal giant, his fingers reaching claw-like for the woman. Thankfully, his brother caught him just in time, before he fell onto the floor.
Dranten saw, at whom his brother was pointing. He turned to the weird woman, at least he thought it was a woman, and asked politely: “Excuse me, my lady, could you please stop torturing my brother that much? I know all too well what an asshole he can be, but there is no need to resort to this kind of treatment, even in a case of him obviously intruding into your privacy.”

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