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Skelly, the wandering skeleton

Quite unusual, for a skeleton

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

Description



SKELLY



"Clatter Clatter (Having a second chance is the best thing)"
Spooky Scary Skeleton – Andrew Gold




GENERAL INFORMATION



Full Name
Skeleton (doesn’t recall his past life and can’t talk, so noone knows the name he has even if he had found it)

Nickname
Skelly (he makes happy clatter noises when people name him like this)

Age
Unknown

Gender
Judging by his skeletal structure, Male

Sexuality
I mean, he doesn’t have any more holes, sooooooo...

Home
Resurrected in some tomb

Alignment
Neutral, but seen as an undead foe by the Alliance and as a friend by the Horde and especially the Undeads

Race
Undead skeleton

D.O.B.
He only knows it was during Spring




APPEARANCE



Height
1,75 meters (3,2 ft) high

Weight
Something around 4 kilogramms (8 lbs) (It’s just a skeleton) + his robe and staff

Eye colour
Glowing white

Hair colour
Well…

Skin
I would say « white » but there’s only bones left...

Accent
Clatter.

Piercings
None.

Tattoos
None.

General Description
He is a skeleton wearing a mage’s robe, he has a small crown on his head, and he has his staff in his left hand. Hanging from his robe behing him is a spellbook, containing spells he learned during his past life and new ones that he discovered during experiments. He is missing several ribs, and his ring finger on his right hand. He has some sort of scar on his scapula, probably made by the cause of his demise and actual state.




MENTALITY



Personality
Really enthusiastic when it comes to go on an adventure. As he has no memories, he loves gathering knowledge about the world surrounding him, by listening to other undeads or just by experimenting himself. He really doesn’t seem aware of danger, and will often get himself in trouble without noticing, though he can be killed and purified, he doesn’t fear death, as he feels already lucky to be able to live a second life as a newborn.

Likes
[✔] Gold, trinkets and baubbles (paid for in the blood of his enemies)
[✔] What’s inside of people (GET IT ?)
[✔] Knowledge of everything he hears about
[✔] Other undeads
[✔] Necromancers
[✔] Boners ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Dislikes
[✖] Dogs. Obviously.
[✖] Rivers and lakes (can’t swim, just floats around)
[✖] Purifying magic
[✖] Priests and Paladins (absolute purifiers)
[✖] Humid places (it gives him lumbago)

Fears
-Never being able to retrieve his lost memories.
-Never finding his master or finding them dead.

Hobbies/Job
He enjoys roaming around in the world, discovering new things during his travels.

Dreams/Goals
-Finding who resurrected him
-Retrieving his memory
-Being recognised as a great mage



COMBAT



Class
Mage

Physical Strengths
Not really strong, as his bones only maintain their form via the necromancy that brought him back to life. Although, he has access to strengthening magics, but he will not be stronger than a human. He can also detach his body parts and throw them, making them throwable weapons when magic cannot be used.

Physical Weaknesses
As mentionned above, not strong without magic. Also, though he can detach his body parts, he must retrieve them. He cannot take another skeleton’s similar boy part to replace it (at least for now)

Magic Strengths
He knows a variety of spells, due to his knowledge, from all kinds of type. His staff contains the power he needs to cast greater spells, and his past link to magic allows him to cast lesser spell without it.

Magic Weaknesses
As an undead, light magic and purifying magics are a bane for him. Also, even though he is dead, he can still sense that he can lose temporarly his connection to mana if he overuses his spells.

Weapon Skills
He knows how to hit enemies with his staff, but nothing too deadly due to his strengh. He can knock someone out if he aims right though.

Protection Type
It’s a simple scholar robe, not enchanted, like the robes of apprentices.



HISTORY



Short Version
Shortly resumed, Skelly woke up in his tomb, resurrected by a necromancer he doesn’t know. Amnesiac of his past life, he now travels through the world in search of knowledge that could help him remember, and for his former master.

Long Version
When he first woke up in his tomb, he felt the urge to serve the master who awakened him, ready to obey all of their orders. Then, as fast as he was reborn, this mindset suddenly disappeared, leaving him clueless about what happened to his master. Regaining his free will, he proceeded to remember what happened to him, only to realise he had amnesia of his past life. Without a goal in life, he discovered the dusty book laying near him. Opening it, he found spells, and he knew he already used them. Because he remembered them. Somehow. He found in those spells a way to know who he was before dying, and promised himself to find as many he could, even if it wouldn’t make him remember. He also vowed to find his master, not only to thank them for this second chance, but also to learn from them.

Relationships
None, due to his lack of memory, he doesn’t recall anyone from his past life, and undeads he meets stay behind while he travels the country in his quest for knowledge, leaving him alone. Also, due to the fact he doesn’t have a tongue anymore, he can’t really befriend others
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So begins...

Skelly, the wandering skeleton'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: 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.

Characters Present

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: 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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#, as written by Sepokku
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.”

Characters Present

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.