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Revik Howster

"I've got my reasons to fight, I think."

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a character in “Abandoned In Amtophia”, as played by Zalgo

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Revik Howster




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Name: Revik Howster

Theme Music: Parov Stelar - Libella Swing

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Orientation: Straight

Race: Human

Class:Weapon Master

Sub-Class or Skills:
Pit Fighter
Pirate
Escaped Slave

Alignment:Neutral





Height: 180 Centimeters

Weight: 82 Kilograms

Appearance: Revik is a decently tall fellow who's body while not toned like a body builder's body still has some decent definition to his muscles. He rarely dresses higher than a standard sailor's fashion, wearing cheap clothes due to the tolls taken on his attire. His favored helm is the cassis crista, the helm which when combined with his steel cestuses form the image most who know him would associate him by. Underneath the helm he has short straight jet black hair and sapphire blue eyes with a somewhat narrow face. On his face he sports a slaver's brand mark which was burned into his right cheek during his unexpected journeys upon the high seas. As a result of his habit of wearing little to no armor save for his fists and forearms he has numerous scars along his body and limbs, the adventures of which they were received being many.

Oddities:
- He doesn't frequently take his helm off or show his face. Besides eating, helmet maintenance, personal hygiene maintenance and special circumstances he almost never takes it off. He even sleeps in it. Even when he does remove his helmet he makes an effort to conceal his face. The reason for this is because of his slave mark which he understandably wants to keep out of sight.

- He refuses to use any other weapon but his cestuses or his fists. Partly it's because of his history as a weapon master but he's forgotten a major factor behind his disdain for using other weapons due to a sudden loss of his memories which resulted in a number of his developments.

- He's got a surprising number of skills which he isn't too bad at but he simply cannot remember where he learned them all.

Abilities:
He can block projectiles with his enchanted bracers most of the time. It doesn't always work.

Personal Items and Weapons:
His Cestuses
Enchanted bracers of deflection.
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Twenty feet of rope.
A grappling hook.
Ten Doubloons.
A compass.






Personality:
He's a tough fellow who's seen a lot in his days of fighting and endured a lot as a result of his reckless determination to become the greatest warrior the land has ever known. Having chosen his path as the Weapon Master of the Cestus he is driven to prove that he wasn't just in over his head when he picked the only mastery that no other Weapon Master had picked. He knows fully well that his field is technically better suited towards monks but he also knows that he possesses neither the patience nor the religious devotion to be accepted under the great eastern masters of unarmed combat.

When he started he was driven solely by the fact he was too stubborn to quit and wanted to spite all the other Weapon Masters since they didn't believe he could make it in the world without abandoning the Weapon Masters Guild altogether to become a monk. After spending so much time honing his technique and learning new fighting tricks from various fighters across the land what began as a petty quest to avoid admitting he was wrong slowly morphed into a legitimate respect for the art. His confidence grew alongside his mastery of the cestus and now he is more motivated than ever to prove his style's worth in the world.

Though life has made him hard and somewhat embittered him he still lives life with a great deal of passion for the things he appreciates. He takes life's pleasures wherever he can find it, drinking his fill and then some. Though he still seeks glory after becoming a criminal in the eyes of the public he finds some difficulty with motivating himself to win the adulation of the people when the law and public perception would make him out to be some lowly vagabond.

He is quick to anger over certain matters. Insulting his fighting style is an almost certain way towards getting punched by him. Though not an idiot he is easily swayed by beautiful women and finds it difficult to no to a lovely lady, even when he should know better. If forced to fight a women, especially one who is not specifically a warrior, he opts for more grappling based techniques, preferring to subdue them without injuring them.

Ultimately his goal is to become the best fist fighter around but with luck having been what it's been towards him he is starting to have doubts about what he does. Just what made him so determined to forge his path like this in the first place? Not even he can recall.

Bio:

In a brief flash he found himself standing out in the woods next to a large pile of wood, an axe in hand. The first thing to come to mind was that he was well overburdened. He was completely adorned in all sorts of items, wearing an oversized backpack which weighed quite a lot. His armor was a mishmash of various pieces taken from different sets of armor and he had at least five different two handed weapons strapped to him. More confused than anything else he dumped the stuff on the ground, discarding everything but his helmet since head protection was always handy. Without a clue as to what he was doing he wandered off until he reached a town.

Over the course of a few days he eventually got a grip of his surroundings and made a life for himself as a mercenary. Using the money he made doing chores for people he bought himself a sword and helped protect caravans from bandits as well as monsters. He eventually got well known for being a good swordsman and with that reputation came more lucrative offers for his service. He wasn't satisfied with just being a sell-sword however. More than money he sought fame. When he eventually overheard people discussing the Weapon Masters Guild, an organization of people famous for being the masters of whatever weapon they chose, he knew he had to pursue this lead to find this group they spoke of. After asking around as he traveled through many towns he soon found his way to the great hall of the Weapon Masters.


At first they declined his request to join their guild. Their reasoning was that he wasn't renown enough for his skill in battle. That made sense since he traveled a long way to a place where fewer people knew of him. After setting out and defeating great monsters and performing impressive feats of swordsmanship he eventually earned enough respect to be allowed to apply to their guild. "So you just gotta sign here and here, officiating your membership with this guild so you're legally recognized by the court as a member as well as indemnifying the guild from any legal recompense resulting from any losses or injury suffered during your membership." He was given the forms and a quill by the nerdy looking teenager with thick circular glasses who served as the guild's clerk.

Once he signed his name down he handed the papers in only to be handed back a list. "All that's left is to pick what weapon you're a master of. Guild rules state you can only officially be a master of one weapon or one style for one weapon." The clerk informed him. He scanned down the list until he found Longsword and was about to check that one off when all of a sudden a large muscular man was driven through the railing of the second floor walkway, falling and smashing into one of the round wooden tables a couple of weapon masters were eating at. The muscular hulk of a man had an ornate long sword driven straight through the center of his rib cage. He was dead before he even hit the floor.

"Let that be a lesson to the rest of you!" A voice called out from above. The voice belonged to an older gentleman with slicked back wood brown hair and pencil thin mustache, dressed in a pure white noble's suit with a delicate golden monocle set over his right eye. The nobleman leapt down from the broken edge of the walkway and landed near the body with cat like grace. Despite everyone's look of relative surprise the nobleman still proudly strode over to the body and pulled his sword straight from the still warm chest of the man he just killed. "You may call yourselves 'Masters' all you want but do not follow this man's folly and think yourselves better swordsmen than I, Ersot Alexanderson the third!"


Revik was no stranger to violence but for someone to straight up announce their name out after murdering someone in cold blood in the middle of the hall of the Weapon Masters no less he was quite surprised. What was more amazing about it all was how everyone around didn't seem to react as strongly to the murder as he thought they would. After wiping down his blade Ersot simply sheathed his blade and walked past him right out the door. Though the mood of the room was much more dour there was little else to it. No one raised neither their weapons nor their voices in objection to this. He was simply speechless.

"Yeah, this place's atmosphere's always been hostile like that. Almost all Weapon Masters can't stand competition within their respective fields." The clerk broke him out of his momentary shock. "Well, you gotta pick a mastery too sadly. After all, you already signed your name so it's a little late to regret." He looked over and nodded before looking back down at the sheet while the clerk went and sat back down at the front desk. He considered her words carefully as he looked again at the list. Given what just happened he started to wonder if it would be wiser for him to pick another style. Every time he brought the end of the quill near a check box a weapon master who used that particular weapon would glare at him. She's right, these people really are hostile. He realized as he saw just how everyone was pretending to be minding their own business but were actually watching him like a committee of vultures.

It was quickly made apparent that there was almost no selection on the list he could make where he wouldn't immediately make enemies within the guild. The key word here was Almost. There was one weapon that was not claimed by even a single Weapon Master. The moment his quill made it's mark in the selection's check box a voice erupted right behind him. "You picked the Cestus!? BWAHAHAHA!" Some guy had been reading over his shoulder without his knowing. The entire hall save for the clerk herself burst out into laughter, mocking Revik for his choice.

"Isn't that a monk weapon?"

"Hey! Go home and play with your monk friends!"

"Quit pretending to be a Weapon Master!"

"Look at this loser, picking boxing gloves of all things!"

"You should leave and go be a monk instead!"

The mockery and laughter rose alongside his anger, their voices fanning his inner fire higher and higher. The guy who was just reading over his shoulder, some weirdo with a dark brown pompadour and a long wiry mustache, lead the crowd in their jeers. "Go home kid. Don't come back until you're serious about being a Weapon Master." That comment was the straw that broke the camel's back. With his hands tightly balled into fists Revik whipped around with a back fist for the slime ball. The greasy fellow with the pompadour didn't even have a moment to reach for the two large throwing axes hanging from his belt as the back of Revik's hand smacked into his jaw. The man's head rocked to the side before coming straight back up. There was a moment of silence as the man stood there, seemingly frozen. Like a tree felled by a lumberjack's axe he collapsed to the ground unconscious.

Nobody was laughing at him now. The whole hall had a really awkward stillness to it as everyone bore witness to his one hit knock out. After a moment or two of calming himself after that burst of adrenaline he was actually rather impressed with himself. "How about you offisate me instead of just staring." He turned to the clerk and addressed her rather brusquely since he was still in a bit of a foul mood. She was surprised enough by his sudden violent outburst that she didn't even bother correcting his misuse of grammar as she stamped his membership card. "H-Here you go." She stuttered as her eyes looked down to the unconscious guy then back up to him. The clerk handed him his membership card and complimentary case of metal polish. Grabbing the two items from her he walked off without so much as a single thank you and just strolled right out the door, leaving behind a night for the Weapon Masters to talk about later at the pub.


After that day Revik purchased a set of metal cestuses and used them exclusively as he went about the land performing great feats and embarking on many adventures. During these years he honed his hand to hand fighting skills, picking up new moves and practicing them in live combat so that he may could bring himself closer to being a true Weapon Master of the cestus. A few years passed as he further tried to propagate his fame and skill which led him to relax at a bar in a port town after a long and harrowing quest for some duchess, something to do with finding her stolen wedding ring or something along those lines. He couldn't be bothered to remember the specifics.

As he drank back some ale the room started to get all blurry. While he stood from his stool and staggered away from the counter everything started spinning and getting dark. The last thing he remembered hearing were a number of gruff voices accompanied by dark silhouettes that were grabbing him roughly. He couldn't tell how long he was out but when he came to he was on a boat, his arms and legs bound in manacles. It would be just his luck that he'd wind up getting drugged and captured by slavers. They had taken everything from him, including his membership card which meant he couldn't legally prove he was a Weapon Master.

As they sailed they went through the process of marking their slaves for sale when they were to reach their port. They dragged him out by his chains and like the others they had the hot branding iron ready to mark him as their property. He fought hard but with multiple men holding him still there was little to be done as the piping hot metal seared into his cheek, branding him as a slave like all the rest. What humiliation, sinking from such a high point in his life down to nothing more than flesh to be bought and sold.


Of course he never made it that far. Midway through the voyage a pirate ship attacked. A fierce battle was fought and the slavers were defeated. The slavers who didn't perish in the combat were given a small rowboat and a week's worth of rations before being sent off while the pirates plundered their ship. Revik and the other slaves were freed by the pirates who welcomed them into their crew. Once free he found his helmet, his cestuses and the rest of his gear but the membership card was not amongst the items the slavers had taken from them. He nearly turned the slaver ship inside out looking for it but there was no sign of it. Reluctantly he was forced to relent his search and with the wind in their sails the set forth to sail the seven seas.

Thus he led new adventures as a pirate, plundering vessels and visiting islands he had never heard of before. Surprisingly he was already a decent sailor so he adapted to this change quite well. Given how most sailors didn't wear much armor since it was harder to swim and the sea air made metal rust a lot. He didn't have much metal to clean so he was still able to keep his stuff working well enough. Amongst these travels he found himself a set of magical bracers which granted him the ability to parry things he shouldn't ordinarily be able to parry such as arrows and other projectiles like so.

Then the rain came. The weather got so unsightly that they forced to dock at the nearest port. None of them had any experience in dealing with storms this harsh since ordinarily the weather was always clear and placid. Stuck at port it seems he won't be going anywhere by sea until the storm passes.





Likes:

- Women -
- Fighting -
- His helmet -
- Calamari -
- Seeing new sights -
- Certainty -
- Simplicity -

Dislikes:

- People who disrespect his weapon of choice -
- Slavers -
- Politics -
- Poisons & Drugs -
- Being looked down upon -
- Uncertainty -
- Complications -

Fears:

- Being drugged unconscious again -
- Diseases -
- Bees -
- Growing Old -




So begins...

Revik Howster's Story

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Revik

Revik walked along the brown dirt path in the thick of the forest, grey clouds gloomily hanging overhead. Back at port the rain was still pouring after well over a week's time, the crew unable to set sail until the storm settled. Having been stuck at the port for long enough he grew much too bored of just sitting around waiting for the rain to end so he had set out looking for something to do to kill the time. It seemed that the rain was letting up further inland which was where he was headed.
At the very least the weather isn't completely abysmal here. He was lost in his thoughts as he moved forward when something brought him back to reality.

Up ahead were sounds of combat. He felt the excitement in his bones as he picked up the pace towards the battle, the possibility of pulling himself out of this state of fatigued melancholy by getting to practice his moves in real combat again pleasing him greatly. As he drew closer he got to see the scene before him a bit better. A group of men who all bore the mark of a slaver group he's heard of were engaged with a couple of people or so. The men weren't part of the same group that personally wronged him but that made didn't make them any better in his eyes. He was pretty much up and ready to head in and bash some heads when he caught sight of the woman standing amongst the slavers.


She was quite a beautiful sight indeed. Her lithe body, graceful movements and soft, charming face were far superior to any of the women he'd had run into at the bars and brothels he's seen in his travels. Catching sight of her made his blood boil with vigor, his stride now a power walk just short of actually jogging to the scene. By the time he got there however there was no more fighting, just a bunch of slavers standing there as though entranced while two other characters came into view.
A lovely cat girl and strangely enough a draconic looking fellow. Though the draconic looking guy was interesting given the reputation of Draconics he was obviously far more interested in the two women.

Getting into speaking range he took another look at the scene around him again. A few slavers dead, most of them seemingly ensorcelled while the three spoke amongst themselves. He was disappointed. Oh well, that's magic for 'ya. Sucks the fun out of everything. With that thought he gave a heavy sigh before stepping up to the group. "Hail!" He greeted them all quite loudly whilst stepping over a sleeping slaver. As he got a closer he noticed the beautiful woman had elven ears. It started to make sense to him. He hadn't seen very many elves and the elven women he had seen before were all far more attractive than most human women.


"Good to meet you all." Now that he was within ten paces he brought his voice down to about a room conversation volume. "And a special honor to meet one as beautiful as yourself." In an effort to come off as polite and charming he came up to about two arms length away from the elven lady and bowed deeply, one arm across his chest as was formal for a bow. He leaned back up after the bow and took a quick look back at the slavers littering his proximity before looking back toward her.
"I see you handle yourself pretty well out on the road. Still, there are plenty more rough characters out there. I'd be more than happy to help with whatever you need."

He held out his hand to shake hers with, his metal cestus covered with nicks and dents from battle even despite his best attempts to keep it properly maintained. "Before I forget my manners please allow me to introduce myself.
I am Revik Howster, Weapon Master of the Cestus. It is a pleasure to meet you miss...?" He left the end of his sentence open for her to fill in as he waited to shake hands.

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Tollun was about ready to explain why the slavers didn't deserve to live when the helmeted man spoke. Tollun swung around, now able to hold himself and the sword up. After a moment of pointing the blade at the new comer, Tollun relaxed. He then turned back to the woman who offered her magic to heal his wound.

"Time is all I need." Tollun stated. He then watched this Revik as he went about introducing himself. Something seemed off to Tollun, something about this strange "Weapon Master." He simply stood silently watching with his piercing draconic eyes.

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Sariya was going to treat Tollun, until both Tollun said that time was going to heal him better and a second man came up, particularly talking to her and complementing her, which the dancer blushed quite some bit from actually, but to her, blushing was absolutely normal. Still, as the man layed on the complements, Sariya blushed and listened, then he introduced himself, Revik Howster, that's a name, a-and he also has the manners to introduce himself before asking my name. Seems like a nice person... I hope She thought as she still timidly stood there blushing before finally speaking, her air of coyness and security having been shattered by the complements, "N-nice to meet you Revik, and the others, M-my name is Sariya Yotamaru, Singer and Dancer, a-and master of the Snake Sword..." She sounded almost like a broken record as she spoke, but there was a difference in her having issues, and her nervousness, she just was really flustered and nervous of the new man and his complements.

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Revik

So it seemed his words worked like a charm as the girl started blushing before introducing herself, stammering as she spoke. Having known women of many sorts before he could tell she was the inexperience sort given her adorably innocent nature. Well, I'm doing well so far. It'd be a shame to let up on the charm after such a strong start. He set his resolve towards wooing the elven dancer. She did interest him in another manner however as she stated that she was a master of the snake sword. Being a seasoned warrior who's seen little to no shortage of fighters in his days of adventuring he could tell just from her stance that she did have a martial side to her. Being a dancer it took him a bit longer to pick up on that than it normally would have since her movements definitely blended dancing and combat together. Fighting was not too much different from dancing as there was a definite rhythm to combat that those who have practiced it sooner or later pick up on.

He noticed his hand was left hanging, she apparently forgot he extended it in greeting. With a short chuckle of bemusement at her current state of fluster he walked up into arms reach and gave her a soft pat on the shoulder, making sure to be gentle with her since he knew he could sometimes be a little unintentionally rough. He made sure to keep in mind the fact that he was with a lady, not the rowdy tough pirate pals he would occasionally rough up, all in good humor of course. "A master of the snake sword eh? Now color me pink, that is a fancy weapon indeed! I'm somewhat of a weapon fancier and I haven't seen too many people master that particular style of weapon. Maybe some time you could show me a few of your techniques." He flirted quite warmly with her, talking about something he did appreciate while hopefully engaging something that possibly interested her. After all, very few people dedicate enough training to a weapon to call themselves masters without developing at least a mild interest in their art.


He took a moment to address the reptilian man who had brandished a sword towards him earlier, looking his direction only for long enough to speak. "There's no real need for hostility, I ain't here to hurt you fine folk. You ever want to have a go though, well... I've rarely turned a good scrap down so far." He figured he'd face the issue head on rather than let the man stew on whatever was bugging him. In a sense, he almost wanted to fight if only to show off his skills to the ladies. Either which way, this disappointing loss of a chance to beat down some slavers was quickly turning into one heck of a good day for him.

He turned to the cat girl, not wanting to ignore her since he already addressed the elf and the draconic. She was a real cutie, not too far off from the Elf in terms of looks but he was a bit hesitant to try and win her heart over too since neko's had a reputation of being 'a bit clingy' as some would put it lightly. Still, he was a man and the man code was ironclad. He took a quick look over at the dead slavers who had taken arrows to the head. He could use a bow competently enough but he was willing to admit that he wouldn't be able to land shots quite so accurately like that. "You got quite the fine sharp shooting with that there bow if I do say so myself." He was speaking more in a casual friendly manner like buddies would talk, less flirtatious than how he was with Sariya. With that said he stuck out his metal gloved hand to shake hands with the feline bombshell.
"How do 'ya do, miss...?" Like last time he left room for her to introduce herself but he was much more informal, both because he knew nekos typically weren't quite as formal themselves and also because he was less driven to charm her, treating her like he would a good friend he just met rather than the girl he truly desired.

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Cardista released the the light hold she had on Sariya's backside. She wasn't quite sure of this new man. He didn't seem like a threat yet so she inched a little closer to check out his glove more then his hand itself. What a fascinating dressing it was indeed. Being as tiny as she was it really didn't take much for her to lean her face mere inches away as those watery pools of green and blue appraised over the metal man's hand. She wasn't accustomed to seeing armor, well at least as complex as his. When he did address her, a smile perched high on the corners of her soft lips, and she grasped both sides of his hand with both hers giving it a ginger little shake.
"I am Cardista...I have hunted since I was small child."
It took a brief time for her process exactly what he was asking, since again common tongue wasn't her strong suit. She released her grasp after stroking the warm metal of the glove from the wrist down the length of his strong hand with the very tips of tapered fingers. Shooting him one last cheshire grin, she backed away. All the body language was there to clearly show his true interest was in the dancing elf girl. She looked back up at Sayira's lithe towering form and gave her a good once over. She had to admit that she was more than pleasant, even for a magic user.
"Dueling the injured...Not fair though?"
In more of a protective way she made way over to the dragon man, her body language much more relaxed now towards him. Her high hips giving the most exaggerated sways with each step. This normally could be taken as a seductive trot, but in reality she was trying to seem more menacing to the metal man over the idea of fighting just to show off. She was more indebted to Tollun than anyone else there. Besides that, she admired the sheer mass of his strong frame. He had been clearly mistreated, and knocked around more than a few times. Now especially, he looked exhausted from what she could only assume was his lengthy escape. Through all that he was still standing ready to fight this newcomer. This she admired. She coed softly to him as she lay her hands up on the back of his own that held the sword's grip so tightly.
"Sh...Now you need rest. Restore strength before battling again."
Glancing over the men still littering the ground and back to his ragged attire
"Would you like pants? Pointing to the men, she vigorous shook her head, giving her red tresses a wild whipping about. It was easy to tell that had not come out the way she had intended it to.
"Ah....er...To try...to hide the slave clothes?"

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There was something about Revik that still bothered Tollun. He was just too formal. Too high class seeming. It just put Tollun off.

His gave hadn't shifted until Cardista moved. Her movements looked seductive, but they didn't feel like that was what they were intended to be. When she asked about the duel being not fair, Tollun stated "This is about as fair as he can get it. Dragons are far from weak, and I have inherited a level of their strength. Even tired and in pain, one human is little more than a light challenge." The way Tollun spoke was more like stating facts than issuing dares of combat, like a teacher talking about battle.

Cardista then told Tollun he needed rest and asked, with a small mistake in wording, whether or not he would like some newer pants. With a small chuckle to himself, Tollun spoke again, "It is anger which tires me. I need little rest at the moment, just some time being calm. And I am fine in the clothes I wear. I would rather not carry the memories that are dawned upon the armor those men wear."

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Even if it was a small chuckle, it brought a glint of hope to Card's eyes. Giving his hand a small pat, she nodded understanding why he would not want to dawn the clothing of those sort.
"Rest with me? Calm will come with that."
She motioned over to the closest tree hoping he would get the hint to sit a while. Tugging at the seam of his ragged shirt, she then skipped over the base of the tree. Here, she more or less let her body fall backwards to a sitting position, her back resting up against trunk, circling her tail up around her legs. Patting the ground beside her it was pretty clear she wasn't giving him much of an option.

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Sariya looked aside, mumbling "I'm not all that great with it...." in a hushed tone, she felt like she wasn't great with her snake sword, at least, in her eyes, while with her skill with said snake sword was great, since she learned from a master as she recalled, since she had no idea how she picked up the weapon and could use it with ease. Yet she spoke again with a less timid, but soft tone to Tollun and Cardista, "If you think it'd help, I could sing a song to both entertain and calm. At least, it usually calms those whom are weary" she said thinking of the song, it was mostly elvish and required instrumental accompaniment, which was particularly for the first part, but the second part was elvish, allowing the half-elf to sing her native tongue, which along with her native tongue she could speak most languages, needless to say, Sariya knew lots of languages from her songs and her brief travels, taking a month to learn a majority of the language. Though she wasn't perfect, she could at least hold an okay conversation with those she needed to.

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Remiel found himself at the edge of a forest he didn't recognize. "Just need to keep moving...." he muttered to himself aloud. Glancing down at his blood stained hands. "Can't let them find me.." His escape from his master had not been with out difficulty many guards had tried to stop him from freeing the others and Remiel had be forced to kill several of them. Someone must have gotten a lucky hit in as he tried to escape a fresh cut beneath his ribs was letting a small amount of blood escape. 'damn.'

With no where to go or any idea where he was he decided he should just continue to run. Pushing through the forest making sure to stay away from any type of main road. In the distance he heard people talking in the direction he was heading. He quickly darted behind a tree hoping he hadn't been seen. He winced as he quickly held his side trying to keep the bleeding down.

Slowly he moved closer weary about the people before him. He wasn't sure if they were guards searching for him but he didn't feel like risking getting seen. Trying his best to keep himself silent he finally got close enough to make out the small group of four. They seemed to just have finished dealing with slavers themselves, judging from the bodies. 'I shouldn't get involved with them' he thought and quickly tried to move around the group. But his size betrayed him and branch snapped under his weight.

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"I don't take magic well." Tollun said, even though he had been alluding to it a couple of times. It had to do something with dragon scales, but magic just seemed to disperse over them, which wasn't always a bad thing for those who wielded it as a weapon, but made more complex magics nearly impossible on Tollun.

Tollun then began walking to the spot that Cardista sat down at. She didn't look like she would stop until Tollun had sat down for a while. About halfway through his walk, a twig snapped. Tollun instantly stood perfectly straight up, his head facing the direction of the sound. He slowly walked towards the origin of the sound, silently staring in the direction of the sound.

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The loud crashing of the branch shattered the attempt to have Tollun to join her by the tree. Cardista shot straight up from the ground, her ears twitching upwards and her tail all a fluff. Wasting little time readying her bow and she took aim in the direction of the fallen limb. She was a little more than upset, causing her to narrowing her sight as she marched toward the distraction. She could not help but let out a small hiss while speaking.
"Who is there?!....Friend or foe?!"

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Remiel froze for a second thinking about his next move. 'We're they hostile or just scared much like myself....?' Slowly he began to reach for his sword but ultimately decided against it. He raised both hands as he step out from behind a tree. Blood began to pour slowly from his wound once again. "Don't shoot." He was now able to view the whole group. A Dragonkin stood not very far from him. Not someone he really wanted to try and fight in a test of strength but would if provoked. Next he took note of the Neko aiming the arrow straight at him. Most would be entranced by her beauty but Remiel was smarter then to be duped by a pretty face, all Neko's have claws and speed to use them. Then he turned his gaze to a what Remiel assumed was human who looks like he had seen a few fights in his time. Finally he saw a young elfish woman who wore an elegant attire not suited for combat. His eyes dart back in forth between the forth wondering if they would attack or leave.

"Lower your bow......please." He was trying to seem less threatening but his voice came off cold and ruthless. Adrenalin was causing his heart to pump unusually fast in his chest, suddenly his vision began to blur slightly and his legs shook. 'was the blade of that guard laced in poison....damn.' he thought to himself. It wouldn't be enough to kill him but would cause paralysis soon for a few hours. All the running Remiel did just pushed it through his veins faster.

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Seeing the hands of this man raised above his head, Card sighed with relief at the fact he was not another on of those damned slavers. Slowly pointing the bow downward she eased back the tension on the string, before tucking the arrow back into it's quiver. While slinging the bow back on her shoulder, she inched closer to the man. Keeping her pace slow she began to circle him before deciding for herself if he was a threat or not...After making a full round she stopped less then inches in front of him. Placing her hands to rest on her shapely little hips she looked up at his face as if in deep thought. Having made her conclusion of this fellow she shot him a warm smile.

"You are hurt too? Come and rest too. Maybe Sariya heal."

It sounded as if she was inviting an old friend in for tea. This was because she had noticed a huge sword on him, yet he chose not to pull it out. This meant he was not an immediate threat and if she didn't feel threatened, Cardista would treat anyone kindly. Turning on the heals of her boots she made way back over to Tollun resuming the soft tugging at the seam of his shirt towards the spot she had originally picked for him to rest at.

"Rest now please...."

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When the new man showed himself, Tollun began to relax. His hands where in the air and he wielded no weapon. Anything he had was in whatever place it was meant to be stored, something that told Tollun that this man did not mean him harm.

Turning, Tollun moved back to where Cardista had been sitting. She had already begun to tug on his shirt again, aking him to rest. Tollun didn't know many people who were so instant on forcing others to rest. Most would have tried to get to a nearby town or settlement in the hopes that they could be safe there, as they had just survived a slaver attack party.

Oh well. Tollun thought. He followed the tugging until he was at the tree. Putting one hand out behind him, Tollun dug his clawed, scaled fingers into the tree. As he slowly lowered his body, his fingers left definite scratch marks in the tree, only be removed once he sat down.

He knew it was a bad idea to sit down. Tollun had just known it, but he had nothing to back it up with and someone who was intent on getting him to sit. As Tollun sat in place, his eyes began to clicker open and closed as he struggled to stay awake. Now that he had started to rest, his body screamed only for the fullest type of rest, sleep.

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Cardista decidedly went off and decided to play with her new friend, giving him quite the show as she seemingly sauntered on her way. Before he could respond to her question regarding what he said earlier to the draconic the very guy she was talking about went ahead and called him a light challenge in a roundabout way. The way the draconic phrased his words was not in a very aggressive manner but it didn't a very aggressive manner to get Revik into a fighting mood. Even still, Cardista probably saved the man from a fight since she did have a point. The guy was injured and regardless of how tough he thought himself an injured man wouldn't be a very satisfying duel, even if it was a dragon blooded man. After all, he's fought a few draconics on his travels and despite their battle worthy gear they still got knocked out like the rest. He didn't need to prove to himself he could take a cut up battle worn draconic man with nothing on. He also didn't think the fair women of their company would much appreciate it either.

Before he could retort however the snapping of a branch alerted him to another presence. He looked out but one of the few downsides to his helmet was that it limited his vision to some extent. Before he could get his hopes up the intruder was just another slave from the looks of it, a larger one who seemed to have more wounds than the draconic. Given the number of slavers that were here he put two and two together, coming to the conclusion that there was likely a slaver camp nearby. Now he felt torn.

Do I go and indulge myself in beating a bunch of slavers to a pulp or do I stay here with Sariya? Suddenly a separate realization popped into his head. Most of the slavers here weren't dead, just entranced. He looked over at her as she was offering to demonstrate a dance of hers, something he'd be more than happy to see but would have to wait until his concern regarding the slavers was answered. "Hey Sariya? Not that I wish to interrupt you but um... How long does that particular spell you've got these here slavers under last?" He addressed the question while the draconian and Cardista lounged around a tree, the escaped slave apparently not doing too well it seemed. One issue at a time...

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Sariya glanced at Revik, "Well. I have them on two spells, one put them to sleep as you see, the other songspell paralyzed them, that one lasts much longer than the sleep." she replied before looking at the man Cardista called out, he was injured and could use her help healing him. Sariya smiled as she gracefully moved her way over to him and bowed slightly, "Don't worry, I'll heal your injuries to an extent, if it's minor, I can heal it." she said with a gentle tone, she had nothing that'd heal major injuries, at least, as far as she knew. Though he seemed cold and hostile to them, when she guessed, since it was common, he was fleeing from slavers rather than gunning for them, she felt like she could trust the man, at least, he wasn't a slaver which would keep all of them safe. Though Sariya stretched, which in that second unintentionally showed the full parts to her pointed ears, though she kept a kind gaze on the new man, to make sure he didn't do anything.

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Remeil watched the group for just a moment before heading over to the Elfish girl who said she could heal only minor wounds.A numbing sensation went through his leg but it was nothing he couldn't push through. "It's just a small cut here." He motioned to the bleeding wound with his burnt arm. "The blade was coated in a Paralysis potion." Though his vision was blurred he realized he had been staring at the elf girls ears, once it had occurred to him that he was he quickly looked down at the ground before sitting down. A aura of unease came over Remeil, he was still unsure if he could trust this people. Every single person here could just turn on him and return him to his master, and in the state he was in there was no way he could fight all of them. Trying to shake off the unease feeling looked up at the elf and the human wearing the helmet "I'm Remeil Fado."

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Cardista took her place under the tree next to Tollun. Noticing the trouble in his eyes maybe even worry about letting his guard down, she curled closer to him resting her head daintily upon the side of his upper arm. She looked up at him through lowered lashes and a kind smile dancing upon her lips. After a moment of just watching him try to fight off sleep, she gave his cheek closest to her a pet with the back of her hand.

"I will watch. Once you rest we all move on? Is this alright?

She shot a look over to the others to see if there was any disagreement with her plan.

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By the time Cardista began to speak, Tollun was well beyond the point of being able to comprehend talk. He was not holding on to his awareness for much longer. His eyes gave one last glassed over blink before his body went limp and his breathing slowed. As he lay against the tree, a small symphony of snorts and huffs gave a definite sound to the fact that he was out.

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He nodded when he heard Sariya confirm that the slavers would be out of commission for the rest of the day. He wouldn't of minded if they came out of the paralysis since he'd just knock them all out again anyways but not having to constantly look over his shoulders to make sure they haven't broken out of the spell yet was also good.

He came over to see what was up with the newcomer since Sariya had been offering him healing. When he mentioned that he was poisoned Revik gave something that could be construed as a low growl. "Poison." He spoke low, his voice ripe with disgust. "That's well expected from those belly crawling snakes." He assumed the man had been attacked by slavers just as these people had when he said that. There was little he liked less than people who would as low as to poison or drug someone. Between the cowardice of the act and his unfortunate history regarding that matter he was ill disposed to such tactics.

None the less it was a feeling to be passed. When the man introduced himself he thought it only appropriate to do the same. "Good to meet you Remeil. I am Revik Howster, Weapon Master of the Cestus." He greeted him with a welcoming tone. He looked over when Cardista talked about what they were going to do. "Right. We'll wait for Remeil and him to recover and then move on from there." He confirmed the decision with her. "Though that raises the question: Where are we even going?"
He asked the question, addressing everyone at this point. "I just came from the harbor and there ain't no ships leaving the docks due to the rainfall." He looked to each of those who were more or less conscious to get an answer to a fairly basic question.

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Cardista gave Tollun's cheek once last lingering stroke, and sighed with relief that he was actually asleep. She had been resting for who knows how long before the whole slaver fiasco, and was still quite energetic. She pushed back on the tree some as she hopped back up off the ground. Reaching both arm high over her head she gave a great stretch before striding over the to other three to get a better look at how Sariya did her healing.

"There are several towns near. One to the east is dangerous, but closet and has inns. I have gold to get hot foods."

Shooting a sultry look at Revik, she couldn't help but to give lips a small lick. It wasn't until she mentioned food that she realized how hungry she was. Turning back to the other two, Cardista leaned in a little closer to the elf girl and the injured man, a hand resting upon her hip as she watched the healing process. Her tail twitched every now, trying as hard as she could to focus all her attention on them to try to forget the small grumbles that were growing in her stomach.

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Sariya nodded hearing the poison, Sariya, Sariya Yotamaru." she replied adjusting her weight on another leg as she healed the injury, with a song being hummed to conjure the spell. The next problem was the poison that Remeil was talking about, which was her main problem, she looked around with careful eyes as she heard a grumble form Cardista's stomach, which provoked Sariya to grab a bit of food from her bag and hand it to her, Here. You seem more hungry than I am." she said smiling as she rose noting a few plants, one was a mint bush, it offered no real help in toxins, but it at least would stave off hunger for a bit if she needed. The next was what she called Chokeberries, which would cause one's throat to swell up and suffocate rather slowly. The others were a holly, and then she saw the one she needed, Gynostemma, immediately she took a good portion of it and began making it into more of a paste-like substance, using some rocks, "Here, Remeil, this should help fight the poison off, it won't cure, but it'll help at least" though soon she looked to Revik and spoke with a calm tone, sounding like a mother than herself,

"Well. I was heading south with some travelling merchants, there's a town nearby, shall we rest there?"

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Cardista took the food hastily from Sariya's hands, giving a small squeal of joy.

"Oh thank you mistress!!"

Falling to the ground landing legs cross indian style, as she began to devour the rations. It didn't take long before her hunger was subsided. She hopped back up once Sariya had treated Remeil falling close to her like a child following her mother. After she spoke to Revik, Cardista latched around her waist giving her a tight embraced, nuzzling her head to her chest with cheerful giggle. She was very grateful for all these kind acts.

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"Thank you." Remeil could already feel the effects of the ointment given to him by Sariya though he still felt numb in his arms and legs. Eyeing everyone around him trying to figure out the best way to act. "I'm not even sure what region I'm in." He said quietly. It was weird to be around so many people that he didn't have to fight. Fighting and killing others was all he knew as a slave, could this really be a chance for him to start over. As much as he wished he could start over he imagined most would find his appearance disturbing due to the large amount of scars that cover his body and the burnt flesh that encompasses his right arm. "I should probably keep moving, my Master will be hunting me soon enough." He tried to stand but the weakness in his knees caused him to fall once again. "I shouldn't involve you in my fight..." On the inside he knew he won't fit in with them and he would hate for them to get hurt because of him.

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Continuing to death hug Sariya, Cardista lifted her head some from the elf's bosom, to peek over at Remiel. She could help but to roll her eyes at how silly he sounded to her.

"You need rest! I watch over you too. I will protect."

After giving Sariya one last nuzzle, she released her tall beautiful form. Maybe it was her motherly tone she used when speaking, but Cardista felt a deep affection for her already. She scampered over to the Remeil, circling him again only this time pressing close to him. Her tail wrapping up around him in a somewhat provocative style. She ran the tips of her fingers gently over his the back of his neck and shoulders, then down the length of his arm before taking hold of his hand. She looked up at him, batting her lashes. Broken as her common was she tried hard to be persuasive.

"You are weak now. Rest and then we ALL go. Safer in group. No? If Remeil's master comes Revik kills him."

She raised a brow as she shot a look at Revik, hoping the metal man would agree. She hated to be alone and assumed from his previous advances toward the dancer, that Revik might want the opportunity to show off his skills in combat. This may work in both their favors. She interlocked Remeil's fingers with hers. She felt pain for him with the burns and the injuries he had recently been afflicted with. This master was clearly a sick man and she wanted to help him.