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located in City of Aura, a part of World of Hunters, one of the many universes on RPG.

City of Aura

This is the City of Aura. A place that has seen it's share of peace and violence. Lately, things have been looking grim for the city.

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Character Portrait: Dirdrick Taversham
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Dirdrick took a moment to step back and admire his handiwork, smiling to himself. It wasn't the best thatching job in the district, but it got the job done. It was adequate, run of the mill, average. Like him, Dirdrick pontificated matter of factly. He wouldn't be paid fairly for his handiwork, he rarely ever was. But this fact, known or unknown to him never seemed to be a bother. It almost seemed as though the sheer act of repairing, mending, thatching, or anything constructive was his true reason to live. The money was just a pleasant byproduct. People of the District liked the beanstalk of a man, and employed him regularly. His low prices and adequate work kept him employed, and the District just a little less leaky and creaky.

The door to the house he was repairing opened, and a hunchback old lady began to hobble towards Dirdrick, a smile upon her face. She rested most of her weight upon a whittled cane, and it took her a fair amount of time to walk the short distance. Dirdrick politely began to approach and meet her halfway.

"Thank you so much, young Dirdrick."

The woman said in a shaky but grateful voice.

"Another winter with that roof would have done these old bones in."
She began to reach into a small satchel draped across her shoulder when Dirdrick placed his hand on hers.

"There's no need to pay me Ysolda. Now I don't have to worry about you in the rain anymore, and that's payment enough."

His lips curved into a small smile. Dirdricks voice was quiet and gentle, not matching his outward appearance in the slightest, except perhaps in its deepness.

"But I must pay you somehow Dirdrick, my conscience won't allow me to let you go without at least eating something. Please, let me feed you child."

Ysolda abruptly about faced and began her determined hobble back to the house, where Dirdrick could already smell something cooking. As they entered the house, Ysolda gestured with a three toothed smile towards her small table. She grabbed two bowls from a nearby shelf. She filled one with a rusty ladle and set it on the table, sliding it towards Dirdrick. The second she filled for herself, and sat down with considerable effort needed across from him.

Dirdrick smiled and thanked her for what he thought was little more than broth and boiled ham, peppered with the occasional bean. Still delicious, when you haven't eaten all day. They ate in silence for a moment, before Ysolda's eyes slowly began to rise up towards Dirdrick, her cataracts reflecting a reddish orange tinge. Her expression began to turn into one of disbelief.

"Dirdrick.. By the gods... You have it! You!!" Ysolda exclaimed, before beginning to laugh.
Dirdrick turned his palms over and back over again, looking in horror at his own bones moving within the glow of his hands. No, it couldn't be... He was a mediocre repair artist, not a warrior. Not Royalty. Why was this happening to him?! He stood up, knocking the chair back against the wall and to the floor as Ysolda cackled from hers. Running towards the door, mind racing, he began to panic.


"Go Dirdrick! Embrace your destiny!" She cackled away as he flew out the door.
As he barreled out the doorway and into the street, he realized what a bad idea that probably was. A swath of people immediately turned to face him, a hush immediately befalling the usually somewhat loud street. Immediately after hushed whispers began to creep in. Dirdrick was stopped in his tracks by the reaction. Two armed guards, who had been further down the street on a patrol began to run towards Dirdrick.

Not knowing how to react, and in a panicked state Dirdrick did what he knew how to best, attempt to blend. He acted as if he didn't notice anyone else's reaction, and began to walk briskly down the street away from the guards.
Just about a minute later the guards had made it to the glowing master of camoflauge and walked calmly around him, stopping him in his tracks.

"Sir, you have been chosen!" One guard exclaimed.
"Now please come with us." Said the other.

Dirdrick didn't have much choice at this point, but exasperatedly tried to explain to the guards that it must have been something in the soup he had that had caused this to happen. There couldn't be anything special about him.
The guards laughed merrily and began to escort him away, with no further resistance from Dirdrick.