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Lich

"Can't I have like... two seconds of peace? No? I hate mortals, always pissing off the wrong person."

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

Description



Lich (name will come as the play goes on)



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"Worried where life will lead you? Don't, soon it will come to an end"
Kneel Before The Crown - Harry Lightfoot




GENERAL INFORMATION



Full Name
Feiska Rathein.
Feiska in their language has a meaning: River. (Thought I may yet change it a bit)

Nickname
-

Age
Looks around 20-25

Gender
Female

Sexuality
"An undead? Really? What is wrong with you people?"

Home
Veneria. City of Ves.

Alignment
Neutral.
Disliked by the allience for being undead, while hating the horde for what Trolls did to her. It couldn't be worse...


Race
Human/Undead/ Lich

D.O.B.
May 30th, but she always thinks it's May 9th




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APPEARANCE



Height
5'4"

Weight
Her weight = full body armor + the human, you don't want to carry her.

Eye colour
Faintly glowing light blue color

Hair colour
White hair

Skin
Pale/white - actually depends on the weather.

Accent
DO YOU HAVE AN ACCENT? Is their a lisp or a hiss when they speak, do they sound Irish or African? < Wait, that's a... I mean this is fantasy... what are Irish people doing here... though really now:
Subtle english tone, with a bit of hiss here and there, when she gets annoyed.

Piercings
No.

Tattoos/Scars:
Yes, but not going to describe for now.

General Description
At first glance, you would say it’s a long lost aristocrat in front of you – a female wearing comfortable, yet touched by time robe/dress, with white hair, surely reaching her spine.
Her body an hourglass figure(/-ine), left unscathed by time, which is strange.
Her eyes, her eyes are the reason why you should be afraid – a light blue glow is what one would see, and what could never be hidden, a sign of magic, and a ritual that left her standing in between death, and life.
And a bit more, just in case :
From top:
White hair, with a bit of grey here and there. An oval face, with lightly glowing blue eyes, and a pale lips that barely twitch, as if she wanted to speak.
There is no need to tell, that skin is as white as a snow, but it should be said that there is a hole in where a heart once was.
Beneath the white dress she wears, lies an odd armor – one touch, and you become a good old popsicle.
Hands small and seemingly frail, but make no mistake, one grip from this thing is enough to choke the life out of you.




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MENTALITY



Personality
I'll answer the questions for fun:
"Do you have any spare change?"
β€” No, and why would such skin, and bones need a change?
"Why is your nose so big?"
β€” It's not big, it's broken you... blind monkey! Why do I even travel with you all?
"Can I have a hug?"
β€” Not until you become nothing but a pile of bones, and even then... no.
"Where are you from"
β€” A very comfy graveyard, they have the best... scenery and beds.
So from this you can take that she's a cold, and distant person, probably selfish as well, but with a humour. Though where did she get that kind of... a bad/dark humour is hard to tell. In addition she cares about those who she got used to (traveling with, and so on), and will probably die for them. A loyal type, one would say. < Still a mess ^^

Likes
[βœ”] People that oppose her.
[βœ”] Food.
[βœ”] Old books.
[βœ”] Forbidden knowledge/Or plainly forgotten.
[βœ”] Jokes.
[βœ”] Watching others fail.

Dislikes
[βœ–] Chickens.
[βœ–] Mortals.
[βœ–] Weaponry, that does not involve magic.
[βœ–] Pineapples.
[βœ–] Hot weather.
[βœ–] Spears
Fears
  • Failure.
  • Death
  • Fire


Hobbies/Job
  • Carthography
  • Singing
  • Traveling
Dreams/Goals
Break the circle of life and death, and a vendetta against the Trolls.


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COMBAT



Class
Necromancer, but also has access to ice magic, and a bit of water + wind (Geez, I don't want her to be op, but at the same time... I know why she would have a bit, tiny bit of knowledge about these latter two)

Physical Strengths
No martial arts, but since she is an undead, the punches, and grip are bit above the average human, so... she might be strong enough to choke a medium level guard/warrior to death. Oh, and death never tires.

Physical Weaknesses
Fire, she absolutely hates fire (Like GoT Hound, best character ever ^^) - her armor would melt, and her body would easily burn. Hence she knows a bit of water magic, to at least deal with it partly. (It would be dumb if she had no way of defending self)

Magic Strengths
Excells in necromancy, and wears an enchanted ice armor - really unpleasant to direct touch.

Magic Weaknesses
NO FIRE! https://youtu.be/FdnF3LE8Bow?t=27 ^^
Can't use potions... imagine that in a big scale battle, or just a long one + Great pool of mana, but halved regeneration rate of the human sorcerer.
Needs to be careful about the mana usage, it is also partially a source of her life, and the less mana she has, the weaker she is.
Weak to light magic.
Weapon Skills
Minion control, magical books, spears. (That's all for now - it may grow if she learns something during the rp)

Protection Type
Enchanted armor, and a comfortable robe on top of it.



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HISTORY



Short Version
Just a brief explanation of how your character reached the state they're at now. For example you could say they grew up in their race's home land and got bored of their town so they decided to travel outside their comfort zone and make new friends. < Hard to do, when there's so little about the world known, but here goes nothing.

As men sat around the bright fire, exchanged the cup, and listened to the silent night. One spoke, in a grim tone:
β€” Care to listen to an old tale?
A man beside him nod, while the bearded man on the other side spoke:
β€” As long as it's not another tale of how you failed to get a woman.
All three chuckled, for a while the night felt less... worrying, dangerous to each of them. Man with a grim tone took a deep breath, before speaking once more:
β€” It's a tale about a nobles, a tale of pain, loss, and death... that broke the circle of life.
β€” Oh, great, another undead I guess β€” Bearded man threw in, while the other continued:
β€” There was a family once, a father, a daughter, and a mother. All with a purpose in life.
He paused for a moment, taking a cup from the man beside - he took a sip, and passed it over the fire.
β€” Father was a man of honor, a man that cared deeply about his people β€” He paused, then continued once the bearded man took another sip β€” Daughter young, and energetic... would change the world with magic. She dreamed of a way... to save the dead from the death.
Bearded man winced, and spoke once again:
β€” I can see where this is going, she'll turn to necromanancy, and everything will fall apart. Dumb young bitches, all the same.
The third, and the youngest of the three stared longly at the bearded man. Visibly displeased with the interruption. Man in question just shrug.
The youngest turned his gaze to the oldest, to the teller of the tale. Man with wrinkled face smiled at him lightly, then continued:
β€” Mother spoke with many, knew more than one language, and saught peace in the world. A true diplomat, that hated the sight of blood.
Teller had been given the cup, yet refrained from drinking, his lips were far from being dry.
β€” Daughter sought to study the art of light, and she did... for a while. Father took care of the military, of the needs that his people had in a time of peace, and war...
He took the cup to lips, and drank slowly, once finished he kept the cup. No one objected.
β€” And mother... sadly she met the tribe of trolls, and saught to help them, to give them home.
Bearded man pursed his lips, holding the anger, that resided within him. A man that been to war, that fought with the horde would have no other reaction... than what is seen now.
β€” At first it went well, and soon daughter, and father would know of her success. Daughter as always, thrilled to hear such news, but father was... more sceptical, suspicious.
Bearded man crossed his arms, and spoke loudly:
β€” And right he was.
Teller smiled, but it was a smile of a sad old man.
β€” And right he was... trolls raided their small land, killed the father, mother, and even the daughter... but the last found a way out.
β€” Necromancy, bitch.
β€” Necromancy indeed, at the cost of light, of a chance to break the circle of life. Ironically she broke the circle, but not truly. Now, she'll forever be a prisoner of life and death.
A silence came over them, silence that the youngest broke:
β€” It feels rushed, like the some details were left out, surely because of Gareth β€” He glanced at the bearded man β€” but I'd like to know... is this a true story?
Teller shifted in his place, visibly uncomfortable with the question, that was asked.
β€” Most of it, but I am unsure about the girl. She most likely died to a spear, just like the rest of them.
β€” The kingdom... it's a small one, was it Veneria?
Teller smiled.
β€” Yes. I'm surprised you realized it's about a kingdom, not just some land that some nobles had.
β€” He's a smart one, that lad.
β€” Indeed I am. β€” he grinned, while others smiled, then he lowered his head.
β€” It's sad. Their story I mean.
β€” All are. You ought to get used to it β€” Gareth stared at him with a wet eyes, thinking about the ones he lost himself, about his wife.
A wind came, strong one, that weakened their light. Youngest covered himself with wolf skin, Gareth reached for his spear, while the oldest oddly cared the least - he only decided to look around, as if expecting a guest.
A guest came indeed, wearing a white robe, and not alone. Accompanied by tall man in a rusty armor. A she, that glared at Gareth with lightly blue eyes. She hissed:
β€” Put that thing away mortal. If you value your life.
Gareth immedietly knew, that she meant his spear. He let go, and even covered it with snow.
β€” Good. If I see you touch it, you'll meet your beloved makers.
Youngest stricken with fear, and curiosity at the same time asked, or rather yelled:
β€” You're... you must be the daughter! β€” It did not seem to be a question, and she only glared at him for a moment. She wouldn't grant him the verbal confirmation he seeks.
Instead she sat near them. Winced a little at the sight of fire, then her gaze turned to the old man
β€” You're alive.
Man seemed to be on the verge of tears.
β€” Yes. I'm... β€” a cold finger covered a part of his lips.
β€” Don't. It's worthless. β€” She took a cup off of him, and took a sip.
β€” Tastes... like everything else, a pity.
Gareth stayed silent, the youngest couldn't believe his eyes still, and wondered what exactly connected these two. His grandfather and her.
He had many questions, but refrained from asking - knowing there would only be silence. And so in silence they sat for a while, with a tall man watching from the outside range of light.
Old man cried silently, for a good minute or two, then he finally calmed down. And with it she got up, her words strangely echoed around them:
β€” Keep that idiot away from spears and... β€” She shifted gaze to the youngest β€”... teach him well.
β€” Yes, I will.β€” He said, and she left, their source of light grew stronger, with the help of spear, that Gareth broke and threw into the flickering fire.





Long Version < honestly I think at this point both should be combined, first is the minimum, and here's bit more.
(Totally not a fourth wall break, totally... no really, I've got it covered! ^^)
Veneria, a small kingdom to the north, it's size is equal to Breckland in Norfolk state. Alas we're not here to brag about Brecklands greatness, but to talk about a small kingdom that went through each day with the help of magic, and diplomacy. A home to many, and most of all a Lich, whose origin place it is.
It's said, that everything began with a small water tribe - oh, wait, wrong story. Again...
It all began with a small tribe, that decided to settle in this unforgiving land - big part is covered by snow most of the time, while other would never suffice to keep bigger population well fed. - There were but a few things, that could be grown, and even fewer, that could be raised.
Nonetheless tribe at first had little to no trouble living through each day. But as they grew, need for proper living conditions, technology, and most of all food grew. With it came an expansion of their most important part of tradition, or maybe one should say living : A study of magic, that as we all know comes in many forms.
Their early study focused on four elements, now known to us as: Fire, Water, Wind and Earth. And here's for the dear students a short lesson of their language:
Efi means Fire, Resh is water, Wind is Durnamu, and Earth is Eta.
Now, that our vocabulary grew with few words, don't be surprised if I use them.
Efi and Resh were the most important during their first days, is what the chronicler would say. I on ther other hand believe, that the most important was wind, for with it they learned how to combine magic, and change weather. Though as we all know, changing weather requires a lot of our magical strength, it usually leaves us itchy for few days, if we're lucky. If not, well, you all know possible costs to that... especially you Hagrim, yes you! How did the trip to the other side felt? No, don't answer that, it was a rhetorical question.
Back to topic at hand. Or not. Forgive me, but I'll jump a bit, surely not to bother you young with the... more detailed things.
Let's all skim through time for a while, past their early achivements, and their earliest growth as culture. What will we get? A small prosperous kingdom, with a lot of short people.
Chuckle can be heard in the room
Yes, yes, indeed it is funny. But strangely most of them were quite short. It's still a mystery to us all, even though... well, we all know.
Still, there is a matter... ah, yes. If you all would kindly imagine a kingdom, that had majority of their population consist of mages, a kingdom that had no interest in war, but in diplomacy. What would ruin it?
Well, to answer that... it would be kindness.
(Really tough to come up with, when I'm not using time stamps, time at all^^)
Now for a proper history lesson:
Around fifty years ago, which in their time would be Fifth year of the Grish. Oh, right I should mention, that Grish is their famous mage... ah, here I go again. I beg you all to pardon my... jumps.
Fifth year of Grish was the time of stability, and it also happens to be exactly fifty years since Veneria became... well, Veneria in name. It is also sadly the last year for them, as with stability came a feeling of peace, and safety, some would say false.
During that time, there were two prominent men - well... woman and a man. A king, and his wife, queen.
King was known for three things - For lack of magic coursing through his veins, interest in weapons of all kind, and for being the tallest man in their kingdom. Now, he was 5'6, so I'm sure you can guess the rest.
Queen on the other hand was known for her silver tongue - diplomacy, her greatest suite. Though she had a soft spot for living beings, which caused Veneria's fall.
Now I'd like- what? Time? Oh, right, we already hit the clock. Seems like I'll have to finish this some other time, now run along... - He said, and watched his class leave, it felt strange - teaching in another world that is, at least it's not as tough as the last few weeks were without the technology he got used to. And he no longer needs to explain what Breckland is, or where he's from. Though he still has no idea how he got here.
Once the class was empty, he slowly began to pack his things - so slow and focused he was, that he didn't notice a guest arriving, and waiting for his attention. That wouldn't came, until the said guest grunted.
(I'm sooo sorry, but it's just too tempting^^)
β€” Oh, we're alread... β€” he paused, lightly confused by the white haired woman in front of him, a woman that he did not recognize.
β€” Excuse me, but who... who are you? Because I'm sure you're not one of my students. You look far too odd to be one.
She disregarded his question with ease, and asked:
β€” I'd like to inquire about the cause, that brought demise upon Veneria kingdom.
Threw off he stared at her with open mouth, almost ready to answer like he would usually do, and lose himself in history. But he managed to refrain from doing so, to wait a bit longer due to two important things.
β€” Certainly, but first let's find a more comfortable place, where we could drink tea, and secondly... I'm still waiting for an answer, from you.
She rolled her eyes, annoyed at the behaviour, this mortal shown. She expected him to be strange, but not this strange - anyone else would notice the chill, even the "kids" that left this room not so long ago. She didn't like it, but fine, she will play his little game.
β€” Feiska.
β€” I see, I see β€” He nod few times, grabbed the leather bag and slowly aimed for the exit β€” Well, follow me child.
Her expression turned black for a second, annoyed at the fact, that he called her a child. Nonetheless she followed him. They scaled one set of stairs, and another. He had no trouble with it, which surprised her, due to what a weak sack of bones he seemed to look like. - Loose skin, thin, yet has no problems with stairs, simply astonishing.
Neither of them counted stairs, but with how many were scaled, she couldn't help but guess the number had to be around three thousand. Guessing didn't last long, they arrived at the top, in front of the door. He led her inside, into a small, but comfy and oval room - with two levels.
First level had only few things - round table, chairs, a bed, and some alchemical equipment lying in the corner.
To get to the second level, one had to scale lader, then they would stand on a small balcony like floor, that went round, just like the tower they were in. This level mostly had shelves, with books in them. Strange place.
He calmly went towards the alchemical equipment, and started mixing something.
β€” Please, take a sit, this may take a while. β€” He said, and right he was, though it took good five minutes for her to finally decide, that sitting is a good idea.
She waited another five minutes for him, and he joined her with two small cups, both filled with still hot tea.
β€” That one's for you, and that's for me. β€” He announced with a smile, and rested his back in chair covered with fur.
β€” So you... what was your question again? β€” He asked, and she bit lower lip, tempted to put him into an ice.
β€” What caused the fall of Veneria?
β€”Kindness. β€” He replied shortly, her expression became grim.
β€” Could you elaborate?
He shifted lightly to the left, took a sip of tea, and still holding cup in hands spoke:
β€” Well, according to records a tribe of trolls welcomed by the queen, razed their capital, and... the rest is obvious. But let's be honest, no small tribe would manage to take on a kingdom consisting mostly of mages. So I'd say a horde had a hand in that as well.
Wrong, most were not prepared, most rarely thought of conflict, of anything that would endanger them. So, when they came, the small army, that the kingdom had was not enough, and simple men and women never really used magic in anything else, but their daily life. So how could they fight? Simple, they couldn't.
β€” Wrong. I remember it differently.
β€” You do? β€” he seemed lightly intrigued, but she neglected it.
β€” Which Troll tribe burned the King's castle?
He smiled, and shook his head.
β€” Oh, I don't know, never been there, and even if I was... I would have no idea.
More, and more she found this risky meeting worthless. And the man suspicious.
He glanced few times at her cup - it was obvious what he wanted to say.
β€” Tea will get cold, and no one likes cold tea.
She shrug.
β€” I dislike warm things.
He chuckled.
β€” And yet you do not mind at all the fur on chair, but you do seem to watch closely sources of light in this room. It's not the warmth, but fire, correct?
She closed lips tightly.
β€” Well, silence is usually a yes. But putting that aside β€” just like he put away the cup β€” I may be almost blind, but I can recognize the undead. The eyes, and the weird voice. I also find it fascinating how your voice has a subtle english tone. Though you surely don't know what an accent is.
No, she did not know, still it did piqued her interest, but not enough to ask.
β€” I tire of this. β€” She said, and raised from the seat β€” Speak, or be forever silent.
β€” Really, are you threatening someone as a guest? That's very rude. β€” he shook his head again β€” I won't, not until you answer my questions.
He's not strange, he's insane. He objected, even after her little threat - no self preservation, or maybe pure stubbornness, either way she couldn't help, but briefly smile.
β€” Ask. β€” She said, all while once more resting on a chair.
β€” How did you die? β€” Really, why do they always have to ask that, she thought.
β€” With a spear messing my insides, and a fire eating... a part of my body.
β€” Explains the way you look at the torches.
She sighed.
β€” Anything else you'd like to ask?
β€” Besides being curious about the more detailed explanation to how you died? Well, the tribe you've asked about, why look for them?
β€” You should know.
β€” Revenge?
β€” Yes.
β€” Alright, then I'll help β€” He smiled, and then laughed at her expression.
β€” Why are you so dumbfounded? I won't ask any more, for I can see how you frown with each question. Now...
He got up, and aimed for the ladder.
β€” Feel free to stay behind, I've got to grab a thing from the upper level, a book to be precise.
Like she'd ever move, when there's no need. Besides it's temtping to use a bit of wind... so he would fall. But no, she shook her head. He's still useful.
He scaled the ladder, went through few bookshelves, and with a loud : Aha!He found what he was looking for.
β€” The only way we can identify them is by their markings, that have been gathered so far. β€” he said, once he was back in his chair, then turned few pages, and finally reached out with a book, towards his guest.
β€” Take it, read each, and tell the one you at least think you saw.
Pages upon pages, usually a pleasant sight for her, but not when it is about the race she hated the most. Nonetheless she did as he said. She read, and examined the markings of each tribe. Wolf tribe, snake tribe, strange human translations, and still not a sign of the one she would recognize. Just a she thought, that killing all trolls would be the best, a small tatoo caught her eye. In a shape of a half owl.
β€” This one, half owl.
His expression became stern, as he reached out for the book, that she happily returned - any longer, and she would accidentaly froze it.
β€” Are you sure? β€” Still, and uptight, not a good news she presumed.
β€” Yes.
β€” Then it will be problematic. Owl tribe is... long gone, though I'm quite sure there are still some, that originate from it inside the horde. Maybe, and just maybe you'll find the one you're looking for.
β€” That's more than enough β€” She got to her feet, he got up as well.
β€” But one more thing, before you leave. How did you get in here without being stopped? You know, you're rather obvious with these eyes.
She grinned.
β€” I used a mask.
He laughed, and she turned to the exit, intent on leaving.
β€” I'll close the door, and you ought to know one thing: It won't be better, been there. β€” She turned to him, tilted head and stared into his eyes, only now she had noticed the emptiness in them. Strange. She turned back door and stairs behind them, crossed the line and heard the last thing, as he closed the door behind her:
β€” I hope, you'll have a better end, than mine.
She went down in silence, with conflicting thoughts all of a sudden.




Relationships
Her family is dead (ah, the cliche is back), most people she knew happen to be dead, aside from one old man, who once were a schoolar, that taught her about light magic.
Was she ever in love? Certainly, and not just once, aside from the pleasant ones, there were few bad.

So begins...

Lich's Story

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Gaveth

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#, as written by Zaria
He leaned onto the balustrade, on the upper level. His seat nearby, but he had no need for it. Not yet.
Waiting, was what he did for the time being, in a tavern, that he would avoid in any other circumstances. What's the name, that the tavern goes by?
Spicy Jackal, the finest tavern in the world! - His friends used to say, when they were alive that is. Now this place reeks of memories, ones that he'd love to burry under the sea.
Nonetheless he had a good reason to be here, well, fine - as good as it could be. Someone wanted information, about the Troll tribes, that someone intended to pay well, and money... money he could really use right now.
It's embarrassing when he thinks about it, but an old captain like him can barely buy a drink, let alone get something to eat. So yeah, sticky situation. Cause death from starvation is worse, than dying to a sword, spear or whaterver else they throw at you in midst of a battle.
Putting that aside, the employer as he will call him, or she said in the letter to look for the "weird guy".
Well, lower level was full of the weird guys. - The one eyed raving Jack, with one eye missing and a hook for a right hand, that's one. Shady looking trader in the back, that's two, but he's the usual here, or at least he seems to be with the amount of exchanges he did today - was it three, or five times that Gaveth saw people handing him silver in exchange for... stolen goods? Nevermind.
Then there is that weird woman in the corner, in the back of the tavern, she's completely unaware, that this kind of a spot is the worst place if you want to stay incognito. Still, judging by the rag-tag clothes she wears... definitely a weirdo, but not a "guy" - if that part is important.
And there's... hell, weird guy is the worst description he could've gotten. What now? Staring contest? Worst case he'll get out of this with not- shit, what is this!?
All of a sudden a guy clad in full armor, that seen better days, entered the tavern. He had to be five... no six feet tall, while his companion was far shorter.
Shortie, he thought and chuckled, while staring at the two.

"Well, look at that ladies and gentlemen, guess we got a winner." He thought, because there could be no more fitting person, than that guy.
Besides they just looked around, that gives away just about everything.
Gaveth waited for their glare, and just as they turned into the direction of an upper level... he raised his hand, and waved.

"Good, they saw it, and... are going up." - he muttered to himself. It was time to take a seat, and he had just the right table few steps away from the balustrade. He sat, and waited.
Weird thing is... people moved away as these two made their way to him. He couldn't see the eyes, cause helmet, and the other had a mask. But man, there's something cold about them.
They stopped in front of the table, near the chairs.
Gaveth had to speak, with a smile:
"Go on, take a seat. I don't bite."
Masked one sat, while the other stood still, and it felt like he had pierced Gaveth with his eyes, even though he couldn't see his eyes. Talk about creepy.
"You know about the Troll tribes?" – Masked one asked, and Gaveth simply nod.
Now the big guy sat, shit. Do I speak with the masked one or the big guy?
"So you two are keen on learning about the trolls, huh?" – he asked, that should clear up who's interested, and who's just accompanying the other.
"No, you just waved at us, and I've been curious what such a sack of meat would like with us."
Wait, wait, what? Did he just catch the wrong pe-no, they wouldn't ask about the trolls. They are fooling around.
Suddenly Gaveth felt a chill down his spine.
"Wait, did you just said a sack of meat?"

Characters Present

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.
β€œNow that's some lovely place, don't you think so, brother?” asked the mage, smirking the whole time. β€œPerhaps I can make it even lovelier. Hey, bartender, tonight all drinks go on me!” he yelled, so everyone present could hear him. β€œNow that's how you attract their attention.” he said quiet towards his companion.
β€œWas it really necessary, brother?” the tall man made himself more comfortable on the table and took off his helmet.
β€œWell, 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.
β€œI 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.
β€œWell, 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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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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β€œSee, we already caught someone in our web, brother.” the mage grinned, hearing the man from the upper level yelling. β€œAs 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.
β€œHe looks like a shabby old man, brother. A soldier... Of the Alliance, if I guess it correctly.” the warrior looked at upper level. β€œYou know I don't want to have too many things to do with Alliance veterans, right?” he returned his eyes to his brother.
β€œWell, 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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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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β€œSo, how's Milina doing?” the mage asked his companion.
β€œWe broke up few weeks ago. It... wasn't working out how I was expecting.” the warrior blushed a bit, while the mage chuckled.
β€œSo, 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.
β€œWell, 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.
β€œThat'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. β€œThe 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.
β€œI 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.
β€œShhh, 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.
β€œSo, 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. β€œThe 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.”
β€œSo... Your friends are using dead people's souls to power up their spells?” the warrior cringed again at the realization.
β€œYes. 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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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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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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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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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.
β€œDon'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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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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β€œAh, 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. β€œSeems 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.”
β€œWhy 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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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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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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β€œWell, 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.
β€œSomeone 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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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:
β€œSomeone 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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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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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.
β€œNot 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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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.

β€œMust be some deep pockets they have, to make such an offer so readily,” Hilda wryly remarked before turning back to her friend. β€œWhat 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, β€œHeard 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. β€œI 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.

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

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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.

β€œAny 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.