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Bliston Ascor

"I honestly don't care about your justification. Just give me the coin and I'll go kill it."

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a character in “Adventures in Galderia”, as played by Wake

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Name: Bliston Ascor
Nickname: The Scourge of a Thousand Battlefields.
Race: Daemon (a derogatory term for half infernal)
Gender: Male
Age: 547
Profession: Freelance mercenary

Description: As an eight and a half foot tall hulking, hunched over, gray skinned creature Bliston is everything most people expect a Daemon to look like. Horns, sharp teeth and a massive body set upon powerful looking limbs. Blood red eyes and redish-brown scales, his visage causes one to immediately think of him as a dangerous beast, and he does little to dissuade the idea.

Personality: Bliston would at first appear very amoral and apathetic. He murders and slaughters for profit, gives little care for the plights of others and has even done some genuinely heinous things over the centuries. He has no qualms about ending another person’s life, or fighting for a not-so-just cause, or switching allegiances as soon as a contract expires, and he does have some very morbid habits. The truth of the matter though is that he isn't so much malicious as he is just completely deadened to it all at this point.

Centuries of witnessing violence, prejudice, and catastrophe have had the profound effect of making him into the callous and bitter person he is now. He views the world in a bit more pessimistic view these days, regarding everything with a heavy dose of cynicism and everyone with an equally heavy dose of dismissal or distrust. He more or less tires to rub everyone the wrong way now, not really expecting a lasting friendship to form out of many. If you have money and a problem he'll listen. If you want something else, take a hike.

Despite that mentality though, some small vestiges of an age lost honor still hide somewhere inside of him. Bliston had always believed in seeing something through to the end and he still does even now. As a mercenary his word is his worth and it is the one means he has to validate his continued existence. So when he is hired under contract, come hell or high water, he will follow through with it until completion no matter what unforeseen complications arise. So iron clad is his instance on this that in the event he receives advance pay on a job and later finds it impossible to finish, he will return and refund all payments to his employer as compensation. Say what you will about Bliston, but he will never break his word.

Inventory/Equipment: Bliston is clad in a fairly formidable set of steel plate-mail, painted red and adorned with spikes to both intimidate and proved a little extra advantage when grappling.

Accessories: shrunken severed heads. He wears a set as a necklace and another hanging from his sword. It used more as a means of intimidation, as most will back down and not bother you if you walk around with proof of your capacity for murder hanging from your neck.


Weapon(s)

Weapon Name: Hevnoraak
Weapon Type: Great Club
Material: stone (mineral unknown)
Weapon Description/Info: Blsiton has held this weapon for centuries. How he acquired it is a mystery he refuses to divulge, but it has since become an iconic part of his image. It is a large club with a spiked head shaped to focus impact into a central point and composed of stone that does not appear terrestrial in nature. Literally called 'brutality' in an olden tongue Bliston has used this massive club to smash and bludgeon thousands of enemies to death, both man and beast, across the centuries. The weapon itself has a curse of wounding upon it, which means that any injury inflicted by it's spiked head will not heal by mundane means. It also means that anything that couldn't be harmed by normal weapons, such as creatures that are incorporeal, can be wounded by Hevnoraak's teeth.

Weapon Name: Ahkan and Grahz
Weapon Type: axe and sword
Material: steel
Weapon Description/Info: Much less mysterious then Hevnoraak, both are just an ordinary axe and sword. When in tighter quarters or in need of a bit more speed and finesse, Bliston will switch to these to allow more flexibility.

Special Traits: As a daemon, Bliston has inherited some of his infernal father's attributes. An incredibly tough and strong body for one that has served him well through many of his battles, but also an astounding reliance in the face of magical effects. Indeed Bliston has shrugged off some magic attacks that would have killed a lesser man. Whats more though is his sensitivity to the polar forces of the celestial and the infernal. He can, for lack of better a term, smell holy or unholy magic in the air. This can be a bad thing however, as a consequence of his infernal heritage his body doesn't mix well with sacred power. As an example, healing magic from the divine is useless on him as it will either not work or even out right harm him in most cases.

History For as long as any living person can remember, as long as there has been war in Galderia there has been a monster of a man spilling blood onto the lands soils. Bliston Ascor. Known as the scourge of a thousand battlefields in reference to the many conflicts he has been a part of, his story is a long and bloody one with tales of violence and death across the continent. He fought during the orc invasion and Ostelhinian war of succession. He lived through three iterations of Londe’s destruction counting their failed war of expansion, the civil war, and the running death. He marched beyond the frontier in the doomed war with the wildlings of the north and was called to stand ground when faced with their reprisal. He was even there fighting in defense of the siege of Kakergash, an event that was personally damning for him.

But for someone so infamous his origins are relatively unknown. For the best really, as there is little positive he has to say about his youth and his personal life isn’t something he is very open to sharing. And outcast from as early as birth, like many daemons, Bliston had to struggle to survive for as long as he can remember. He doesn't remember the place of his birth, and really he doesn’t want to go back that place anyway considering what he ran away from. What he can say that he remembered is being caught by a group of orc warriors in the forest one day and being press ganged into joining the army. Why they didn’t simply kill him when they found him like most daemons has been a mystery to him for a long time.
In those early days the young brat that would one day become the scourge was living a less then renowned and glamorous life style. He was the bus boy, the cleaning runt. He's daily choirs had been to clean and maintain the weapons and armor of all the bigger warriors while trying not to get hit for some small perceived slight. This started to change though when he got older, and bigger, when they started to put a mace in his hand and shove him out onto the front line. He still got flack from the other warriors then, but beating quickly became less common once he proved to be tough enough to take it and strong enough to hit back. During those early years he developed the fighting skills that he would refine later and come to depend on all his life.

Eventually the horde collapsed and Bliston was left at loss with what to do with himself when that happened, having nowhere to go or no practical craft skills to reintegrate into society. Fortunately the choice of what to do was made for him when the opposing military simple found him and pressed him into their service, desperate for strong soldiers to recant their losses in face of another threat they overlooked the fact that he was of fiendish birth. And so from there it went, with each decade Bliston marched in one army or the next fighting in some war or another with no real purpose.

At least until Bliston met another half breed by the name of Amos. It had been just after the running death had devastated the land, with anarchy rampant amongst the hollow remains of the great nations. Old kingdoms were trying to cling onto what they had while ambitious warlords were trying to carve out their own lands. Bliston didn't care much about the overall status of things at the time. But what he did care about was what Amous had shown him. Refugee camps. Unusual not int he fact that they existed, but of who was in them. Half-breeds. Hundreds of them. Them, and mixture of some humans, orcs that did not submit to the leading warchiefs of the time, along with other outcast of less renown races.

And he had heard Amous tell him of a plan he had, to take all these people far away from the prejudice and war that was running rampant at the time, to an unclaimed stretch of territory just south of the elven lands. There they would build the makings of a town, a city, and carve out a small nation for themselves where everyone of the outcast with them could stand on equal footing and decide for themselves what was civilized and respectable, rather than be told at sword point.

Kakergash, a haven for half breads like them. Intrigued, Bliston followed him. And to his surprise they managed just what they had set out to do. A town, small at first but sturdy was built in far edges away from civilized lands. They made it just prosperous enough to survive and grow. Word of it's existence spread as rumor, of the small town in lands untouched by kings, and the attraction of more refugees became inevitable. For the next century Bliston watched as the small community that Amous had started, that he had helped start, grow and swell with numbers into a strong and independent city. Kakergash they called. For the first time in his life Bliston (now called 'Captian Ascor of the city watch') felt like he had actually done something of true worth, actually made a real difference in the world.

But things had a way of not working out the way you had hoped. For you see, in order for Kakergash to continue to grow and prosper, it needed resources and materials. Farmland and lumber. There were small islands a little ways out to sea from them, and long stretches of fertile land along the coast to their north and south. Though Bliston still held blame upon the elves, it could be agreed upon that it was Amous' stubbornness that caused what happened next. Small excursions into the forest, cutting down trees and tearing up the land to lay down farm crop. 'Just a small plot of land' Amous had said. 'Just a small plot there. They wont notice. And if they do, it's too small for them to care.' But the elves did notice. And they did care. Messengers came, angry, demanding immediate eviction from the new taken territory. Arguments sprang up when attempts at a compromise were ignored, and the elven messengers were shortly booted out of the city once it had reached a boiling point.

Skirmishes started after that. A raid here, a scuffle with a patrol there, a retaliations against some other small slight over there. More and more Bliston found himself getting put back into the role of the warrior again, but at the time he thought it all just a minor squabble. The elves, on the other hand, didn't hold the same view though. They wanted the Kakergashian's gone. Not off the land they took, not making recompenses, gone. All the raids and scuffles up to that point were attempts to scare them off, and when they didn't and stood their ground... well...

What happened that night was something Bliston would never forget, nor forgive. Kakergash, destroyed. It's people scattered. Bliston's friends, all dead. What Happened that night 237 years ago was the catalyst for Bliston's now jaded and grim persona. He returned to the so called 'civilized' lands of the kings and their wars, and threw himself back into the bloodshed. He no longer cared about the 'hows' or 'whys'. All thoughts towards the idea of a different tomorrow died in him, and left him with nothing but the more base desires. As if he was rebelling against society as a whole, he embraced the viciousness of the world and earned himself a reputation as a monster who butchered for coin and had no morals to hold back his ire.

So begins...

Bliston Ascor's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Jor The Ravager Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Duergen Blackstone Character Portrait: Vilus Neidhardt Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor

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Radionalia Ashengrits was summoned by the king to have an audience with him. She arrived at the doors to his thrown room and the guards let her in, once she was inside she got down on one knee and pressed her fist to the ground, her other arm laying across her upper knee, her head bent. "Good day my king." She said.

"Randi, stand. I am not a king as of this day." Randi nodded and stood, looking at the king with her hard eyes, though she wasn't being disrespectful. "Randi. As you may know my daughter, the princess, has been kidnapped by that demon dragon who has taken our land. I can only turn to you Randi, to get her back. I trust you most for this mission, you may recruit any you find are trust worthy and strong enough to not become a hindrance."

"If I may ask my lord, is there any knowledge as to where the princess may be?"

The king shook his head solemnly. "I'm afraid not, we have no knowledge as to where the dragon made it's lair. I will have to leave it up to you to find it and rescue my daughter."

Randi nodded in understanding then bowed low. "Yes my lord, I shall depart immediately." The kind nodded and dismissed her.

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Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor

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#, as written by Wake
The people here were jumpy. That was usually the case wherever he went but this time it wasn't because of him specifically. Things weren't exactly pleasant in the city anymore though so they could be forgiven for that. First there was this business with the dragon rampaging through the country side. Then the princes was kidnapped by that same dragon. Add to this a recent riot on the main street and you could understand why they would have less then pleasant reactions to him.

So naturally when the palace guards saw the crowd rapidly parting and a massive horn figure, armed and armored to the teeth, emerge from the streets and approach the main entrance they immediately raised their spears at him.

"Halt" the leader of the squad barked as the shadow of the hulking individual began to creep over him. "Who are you and what is your business here!?" As demanded the large figure stop his march. But the squad Sargent faltered a bit when the things blood red eyes bore into him and its reptilian lips curled into a smug grin. The giant horn man then slowly reached into a pouch hanging of his side and pulled out a rolled up parchment. With a snap of his wrist the beast man whipped it open to reveal, to the squad Sergent's shock, an embroidered royal writ of summons.

"My name," The horned man began with a voice not to far out of place coming from an alligator "is Bliston Ascor. I was informed that you had a dragon problem." The Sargent took a step back as the horned man's grin widened enough to show a sharp teeth in a predatory smile. "And, I was told that you were in need of some specialist to remove that problem."

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Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner

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When the guard messenger came running to his office, screaming about demons, Kam thought that maybe he was joking. But now, walking towards the giant creature, Kam was thinking differently. He passed at least one newcomer who was just looking at all the destruction. He sighed, this is not the kind of attention that he wanted for his city. He kept his sword sheathed but remained cautious as he approached the creature.

"I'm told that you think you can solve our dragon problem?" Kam said, drawing close enough to realize that the beast was much taller than him. "I trust that means that you're not here to cause any more?"

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Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner

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After some time of casually waiting and staring down the nervous gate guards another soldier of apparently higher rank arrived at the scene. Bliston, upon being addressed by the captain, felt his crocodile smile curl increasingly upward at the mans immediate suspicion of his intents.

"Oh dear sir. I do not think it fair to assume that I would come all this way simply to make a nuisance of myself in your fair city." Though his words were largely polite in delivery, there was a faint underling tone of mockery in his low gravel-like voice. "In fact, I believe I was indeed invited here, by members of your court." Pulling back out the writ of summons again he held it out in front of his face and began to read aloud. "In light of recent disasters wrought upon our fair lands at the baleful claws of the dragon most foul..." The horned man spoke in an overtly dramatic fashion as he read. "His Royal Majesty the King of Londe has sent out a call for warriors of great skill to fell the monster. To that end, on behalf of the crown, we of the court send this writ to formally request a Sir Ascor," He paused and turned to the captain and said "that would be me" Before continuing on. "To Make his appearance at our Sovereign City of Beystead and lend his arms toward this endeavor."

Slowly rolling the writ up once more and holding it out towards the captain for his own inspection. "It's not often that a nations leaders endeavor to contact me personally. I was intrigued by the request and came here as asked to hear more of the details of this employment offer." A small chuckle echoed from his throat. "I don't suppose that you'd be willing to allow me entry so that we may discuss the detail further?"

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Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner

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The Guard Captain wan nothing, if not a fair man. He ignored the beast's sarcasm and focused on the facts. He took the document and inspected it. A royal writ was nothing to sneeze at, and he knew it. This creature must have been someone of great renown in order to gain the crown's attention. While he was surprised at the lengths his leaders would go, he was also understanding of the need. He bowed to the demon. "Ser Ascor then. I would be pleased to allow you entrance. I can also lead you to the person who is currently recruiting members for the expedition."

He waved his arm towards his great city, the plain-clothed guards that had been scattered around the entrance all began to filter out at a slow pace. "Follow me please."

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Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner

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Giving a small hum of acknowledgement Bliston followed the captain onwards. He brushed off the various stares his presence drew as he was escorted through the streets. Well used to the faceless rabble's general opinion of his kind, he focused instead on the general city around him. It had been a while since he had been in Beystead itself, or at least the current incarnation. What was it, one or two centuries? He noted a few changes here and there but on a whole the city felt the same. Well, aside from the obvious signs of a struggling economy no doubt due to the recent troubles.

He paused briefly when he caught sight of one particular sign of that fact. He gave a low whistled as his gaze rolled about the sight of the earlier riot. "Seems like you've had a busy morning." He noted to the captain.

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Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner

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As the captain walked the demon through town, he noticed he was receiving stares. How quickly people tend to forget to trust those that helped them in the past. As an adventurer, he had partnered with all kinds of outlandish creatures. And while he'd never worked with one such as ser Ascor, his mind was much more open than those of his fellows. They should have known that times like these required different measures. As the beast spoke, he pointed out the damage from the riot.

"Ah yes, well, partial thanks belongs to your own future comrades. I'm sure at least some of this damage is a gift from them. At least they stopped the criminals who had started it." The captain said, a bit of a grimace on his face.

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Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner

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Iator

The gnome couldn't help but overhear the conversation between Gale and Asha. He was more than willing to join this quest so he followed the group, his eyebrows raised as Asha mentioned the powers of her sword. He also couldn't help but feel that Gale was hiding something interesting about his powers as well. He closed the distance between himself and them. "You know. You two are very similar."


Kamlin

The Guard Captain led the new recruit towards the castle just in time to see Randionalia exiting the jail area with the strangers. He called out to her, passing a hooded individual with a green bird. "My Lady." He said, trying to get her attention. "We have one more ready to fight the dragon."

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Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner

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Randi glared over at Gale but looked up as she heard the Guard Captain, she looked over at the new recruit suspiciously. "Oh? And who might this be? More importantly, what abilities do you have?"

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner

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"Ah yes, well, partial thanks belongs to your own future comrades. I'm sure at least some of this damage is a gift from them. At least they stopped the criminals who had started it."

"Really?" Bliston rubbed his chin a bit and surveyed the scene one last time before he followed the captain onward. He did know, in hindsight, that he would be working with a team on this venture. Bliston wasn't exactly the 'team player' type but he could manage for the sake of one job. He did certainly hope that these others that he was forced to work beside would be competent though. Whatever judgments he would have to make though he would save until he actually met them.

It was as they were nearing the palace though that Bliston got the first sign of who these 'comrades' would be. A scent. A familiar scent. A scent that burn the inside of his nostrils slightly upon being assaulted by it. A scent he hated.

'No. No no no no!'

He grimaced. That grimace deepened into a frown and eventually into an our right snarling once they came into sight. The captain and someone else were talking, addressing him apparently, but Bliston had already shut them out in favor of staring down at the wretch he caught smell of earlier.

"What the seven hells is this?" He growled. "No one said anything about a fucking paladin being a part of this!"

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Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner

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Day 1

A man in elaborate armor--similar in style to that worn by the guards of Beystead--and a daemon walked quickly past the emerald-haired girl and towards the group of shady characters she was so cautiously watching. Glancing at the daemon, she noticed that there was a necklace of...severed heads...around his neck.

Her face immediately wrinkled in disgust. Who did he think he was, walking into a human city like that? She didn't have prejudice against daemons or other species...she'd be a poor excuse for a tamer if she did...but this was completely different. As far as the girl could tell, the necklace alone was just as racist as what treatment that daemon would have received from the humans...

"My lady. We have one more ready to fight the dragon."

...wait, what? What was this business about a dragon? Suddenly, the group had all the girl's interest. Turning on her heel, she started walking past them, listening in and keeping a slow pace. Of course, it probably would be more practical to listen from a rooftop, but somehow she felt like something would definitely go wrong if she tried that.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner Character Portrait: Arneth Sen

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Lara Dales, a young priestess, approached the guard captain Kamlin. She stood at a height of 5' 1" with bright blue eyes and long dark brown hair that reached to her lower back. Her mace hung from her belt and a shield was tightly tied to her bag on her back. She smiled politely before saying, "Excuse me sir. I-Is this the group going on the king's quest? I couldn't help but overhear mention of it."

She looked at those following the captain and felt small as a mouse beside them while waiting for the Captain's reply.

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Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner

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A hulking man clad in armor appeared, beside him was the same guard captain who questioned them. Adrian observed the huge man and immediately flinched and took a single step back. His expression changed from the usual kind one to rage. "You! I know you! You are Bliston Ascor who kills to satisfy his own greed!" He said in a loud angry voice. Even a farm boy like Adrian heard of the infamous Bliston the scourge of war, he heard a lot of hateful stories and rumours about him. "Why is a murderer like of you here?!" He continued with the same tone of voice. Adrian only frowned more when he saw the heads hanging around his neck. "How many have you killed, you murderer?! How many family have mourned from what you have caused?!" Adrian's voice is filled with rage, preparing to charge if he make a single suspicious move.

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Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral

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Bliston continued to glower at the paladin, his teeth barred at the holy warrior like a territorial beast. His eyes only left the man for a moment to bark a shout of "Stow it farm boy!" He stalked forward, his metal boots hitting the pavement with heavy force, until he stood towering over the holy warrior. The Daemon's glowing red eyes drilled into the paladin as he spoke, his breath hot and rancid, in a barely contained disgust.

"I am asking if you honestly are thinking of making me work shoulder to shoulder with one of these damned zealots." He shot an angry stare towards Kamlin and Randionalia, only to return his withering gaze back downward to this time address the paladin. "Because I get the distinct feeling, that we will not be getting smoothly."

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Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner

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Adrian was completely ignored, he grit his teeth as his blood started to boil, and what's worst was that he heard he said work with them. "W-what, what is the meaning of this! Why is a man like him in our group?!" He questioned the guard captain. "I refuse to accept it! He is a monster! And look! He himself does not want to work with us!" He continued shouting. Obviously letting his emotions get the better of him.

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Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner Character Portrait: Arneth Sen

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Kamlin

The Guard Captain was about to show Randi the Royal Writ with Bliston's name on it, which would have cleared up that matter at least, when Bliston began growling like a madman.

"What the seven hells is this?" The demon snarled. "No one said anything about a fucking paladin being a part of this!" Kamlin opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a quiet voice at his side.

"Excuse me sir. I-Is this the group going on the king's quest? I couldn't help but overhear mention of it." A girl said, hardly looking like the sort the King needed to rescue his daughter.

"Yes, but..." Kamlin started but was interrupted yet again by the demon's ravings.

"I am asking if you honestly are thinking of making me work shoulder to shoulder with one of these damned zealots. Because I get the distinct feeling, that we will not be getting smoothly."

"Now, just listen here, if you cannot work-" Kamlin tried to interject.

"W-what, what is the meaning of this! Why is a man like him in our group?!" One of the others, the young boy he'd questioned earlier yelled. "I refuse to accept it! He is a monster! And look! He himself does not want to work with us!"

"SILENCE!" Kamlin finally yelled. "You are all here for the same purpose, if not the same reasons. Whether renown, money, power, or honor guide you. You are all here to slay a dragon. It is not my problem whether you like each other or not. There is something bigger at hand and you would all do well to Remember. That. Fact." He turned to the group at large, never before had he seen such a large group of misfits and weirdos. A true adventuring group if he'd ever seen one.

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Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner Character Portrait: Arneth Sen

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Lara was frightened by the guard captain's shouting and stepped back from him. She forced her fading smile to remain before gripping the amulet that hung from the silver chain around her neck. She coughed to clear her throat and stepped forwards to listen to the captain. She took in the group and hoped she wouldn't be refused to join them.

"I-I'm not afraid of any dragons...I would be a valuable addition to your expedition." She said nervously.

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Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner Character Portrait: Arneth Sen

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Taethion watched as the group demonstrated their skills to this woman. He was surprised to see Asha and Gale fight each other but then again, it seemed this was the only way to leave this dark and damp prison. He knew they were skilled and had no fear about their eligibility. Then came the last to be judged and Taethion felt something was off about him. Ever since he saw him in the streets he has never spoken a single word. This man has given no hints or clues as to who he is. A complete enigma and when the young woman expected him to demonstrate the only thing he could muster was a simple phrase.

I...Dig

Taethion noted his voice was odd, and deduced a probable cause. He may be a foreigner and it would explain his strange attire and the accent in his voice. He must not know Londean and therefor has been unable to communicate, simply because he cannot understand us. Yet, it would seem he is able to read body language and actions and maybe understand a few words. Apparently he tried to demonstrate his skills but the young woman wanted combat prowess. To fulfill this, she engaged the beaked mystery man in a duel. The foreigner demonstrated he has skill and must have been a soldier at one point due to his stances. Yet, the show of skill seemed to drag a bit too long for anyone's liking. When it would seem the duel was not to end anytime soon, both the woman and the foreigner stopped. Taethion was confused by their sudden stop, was she satisfied? It seemed so strange to stop in mid assault but his answers were answered when Iator stepped up.

He must have used a spell to complete their duel before anyone got too serious. Taethion was glad it was over and it would seem the young woman, Randionalia, was the leader of the King's assassins. A very prestigious title, and her skills seemed to solidify this claim. As they finally left the confines of the jailhouse, they were being led to a place where food can be found. Upon the streets the group received stares, which isn't too surprising considering they stick out like a sore thumb. Taethion noticed a woman with green hair pass them but didn't pay her much attention. Along the way the Captain of the Guard returned and with a new addition to the group. The man was massive, far too massive to be a normal human being. There was something about him though, something familiar, as a certain aire hanged about him. He had wished he was more proficient in alignment perception like Ser Quincy. He could detect good, evil, and even neutral auras that surrounded every being. Still it didn't matter, even he said you couldn't judge a person by their auras, people can surprise you. When they etched closer however, this familiar man seemed to possess that same ability. He could sense the holy magic coming off of Taethion, something that he didn't have control of either.

The man quickly shouted his complaints about working with a paladin. Already, Taethion felt a twinge of insult over his words about Paladins. He called them all zealots when he knows that just wasn't true. Even more surprising, the boy Adrian shouted at the big man and even called him by name. Bliston Ascor. Ah yes, that's true! He knew he recognized him from some where, and he felt a bit ashamed to have not seen it sooner. Bliston is very famous in these parts, and is know for his brutality in warfare. Some say he is a war hero but most people just demonize him for his lifestyle choices. Obviously carrying around dismembered heads as trophies is one of them. He could understand the young boy's outrage towards this, Bliston, and even his unfair accusations and slandering was making the paladin boil with anger. He was beginning to shake when the Guard Captain spoke up ending the shouting match between Bliston and Adrian. During this time, Taethion didn't even notice the timid woman that walked up to the Captain, his mind was focused on Ascor.

The Captain did speak the truth, the real reason any of them are here is for a greater purpose. The Dragon is a threat to these lands, and Taethion was tired of seeing the monster ravage the Kingdom. On his journeys he has seen the destruction left in the wake of the Dragon. Entire towns razed to the ground, whole farms of livestock devoured, and many lives taken by the accursed Dragon. The Dragon's far reaching crimes are even affecting the people of this city. People are living in poverty and it's running rampant across the Kingdom of Londe. Taethion has even heard of the suffering of neighboring Kingdoms, who have also lost things to this Dragon. Yet, none of them seemed interested in helping, at least the Dragon isn't living some where in their lands. Still this Bliston is standing over him and was very aggravated. He looked prepared to take Taethion's whole head off and add it to his collection. His eyes bore down into his and Taethion hasn't yet to move, with his anger beginning to rise. If this giant of a man doesn't back off soon, he may just lose it. Then came this nagging, pestering thought in the back of his mind. His mind was transported back in time, to his childhood, as he remembered a lesson from his master.

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"Taethion, you become far too angry sometimes!" "How many times have I told you that anger is a pathway that leads to sin?!" He spoke, scolding a young boy after he was caught in a scuffle with the local kids.

"But Grandpa Quincy!" "They spoken ill words about you and insulted your very religion right in front of me!" "How can I not act upon anger when I know they're wrong?!" The boy shouted, tears began to roll down his eyes. "I don't like people hurting you, even though your not there, that doesn't mean the pain never happens." He spoke in a whimper.

The old, grizzled, man then spoke with a sigh, "Taethion, I told you to be strong against such attacks, that swords and magic are not the only weapons at people's disposal." "Words can hurt just as much and cut just as deep as any blade, yet we cannot allow ourselves to be defeated by these weapons." "We are Paladins, Guardians of the Faith and Seekers of Peace, have you forgotten about that?"

"No..." Taethion grumbled.

"No mumbling, boy." Quincy sternly spoke.

"Sorry sir." Taethion spoke up. "I'm sorry about all of it. I was just trying to defend you, because you told me to always defend those that can't do so for themselves." "You weren't here to defend yourself, so I did, and I just don't understand what I did that was so wrong?"

"It's not about what you did but how you went about it." Quincy spoke. "There is a fine line between good meanings and good works." "You can have the most, purest of intentions in the word, but if your actions do not reflect them, then it means nothing." "All you have done is add another link in the chain of sin, making sure it will continue to bind all life for eternity." "Anyone can say they mean well, but only good deeds will separate the truth from deception." "So remember, my boy, when conflict arises, when people seek to hurt or destroy you, you must never forget that you are a warrior for peace." "We do not create conflicts, we help to resolve conflicts, we do not encourage sin, we discourage sin, we do not seek chaos, we seek peace." "Never forget that the world needs more people who can think, who can learn, who can love, and who can forgive...there are far too many people who perpetuate hate, death, and violence in the world." The old and haggard man spoke. After a long drawn out sigh he shouted, "Now for your punishment!" "I expect you to carry these two bags of rice all the way back to the church!" Quincy spoke as he placed the large, burlap sacks filled with grains of rice upon the boy's shoulders.

"But these are too heavy!" The boy cried.

"Nonsense!" "If you want to become a Paladin, then you cannot be stopped by a menial task such as this!" "Now up the hill, go on, get on with it!" He ordered. The boy only groaned as he made the difficult journey from Gilfried back to the church.

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His memory receded in the back of his mind as he looked up at Bliston. Bliston may have noticed that his eyes were closed and his head lowered for a few moments. Taethion looked right back into his unforgiving eyes and then spoke, "If that is how you feel about Paladins then I'm sorry, you must have not met very decent ones in your life time." Taethion spoke. His voice very calm and his expression cool and unhampered by Bliston's words. "If it means anything, I hope your opinions may change someday on our journeys together." "That is of course if you do not mind working with the likes of me." Taethion spoke, he wasn't seeking approval from Bliston, just letting him know he doesn't feel as strongly about him as he to him.

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Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner Character Portrait: Arneth Sen

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Surely enough, everything went wrong all at once. The daemon noticed that a paladin was among the group heading off to battle the dragon and promptly went into a rage, while a boy started shouting about how the daemon was a greedy murderer. In the meantime, a priestess tried to join in, but the chaos made sure she wouldn't get an answer. At this point, the green haired maiden watching them started to wonder if she would have to use her powers right now just to escape.

Just when everything seemed lost, the guard ordered for the chaos to end, reminding them of their task, while the paladin stepped forward and clarified that he didn't hold the same animosity towards the daemon. Would this solve everything?

It probably doesn't mean a thing to that daemon, the girl heard Pirika muse. He looks strong enough to take on a bunch of those people at once; one person's words aren't going to change that. Especially if it's the words of someone he hates.

We'll just have to see, the girl replied, taking the last bite of her peach and tossing the pit away, not caring where it went. In the meantime, though...I think I'll go see them about that dragon quest as well.

Completely blocking out her familiar's protests and "You'll be killed!" comments, the girl walked straight up to the paladin, her hood still just high enough so that her eyes could be seen. "So, you all are going off to slay a dragon?" she asked, keeping her voice low. "If you would be so kind, I would like to accompany you."

Covering her head with her wing, Pirika heaved out what would be a bird's equivalent of a long sigh.

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Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner Character Portrait: Arneth Sen

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Bliston held the stare with the paladin for a time. Then, as if some unknown condition had been satisfied, he straightened himself fully upright once more. No longer looming over the holy warrior like an angry bear, the outraged expression he had worn seemed to recede into on of mild distaste.

"I doubt that." His vocal tone was more neutral this time around. Finally relenting entirely, Bliston disengaged from the already dissolving confrontation by backing away and returning to his starting position by the side of the watch captain. He only briefly took note of the two new comers to the group before settling into a detached observing stance.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner Character Portrait: Arneth Sen

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Adrian was taken aback by the guard captain's words. He knew that slaying the dragon is important and can saved thousands of lives, but he still just can't accept Bliston being part of the group, but he just hold his anger in and stood there in silence with his head down, but his glare remained fixed on Bliston. He looked at Taethion hoping that he would agree with him since he was the one insulted by Bliston, but much to his disappointment, he simply accepted him calmly... Adrian wanted to say a word, but he couldn't find the right word to say, once again he remained silent.

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Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner

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Randi rolled her eyes at the newcomers unprofessional outburst and said. "Now that that's settled, is there anyone who has unfinished business in town? We'll be leaving if the answer is no."

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Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner Character Portrait: Arneth Sen

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Bliston finally relents on his seemingly unstoppable quest to destroy Taethion. His words didn't seem to have much affect on the infamous warrior as he responded rather bluntly to his comments. Despite his flippancy to trying and reach some sort of reconciliation, the behemoth of a man went back to the Captain's side. Taethion then looked down to his side to see that girl with green hair from earlier. Did she just ask to join our party? Taethion thought. Taethion looked back at the others, all who are older and highly skilled combatants, well except for Adrian he looks about this girl's age. He wasn't sure about having kids partake in this quest, after all they will face many dangers and not all of them will probably be the Dragon. Still he looked back at her and with a sigh spoke, "Well I'm not the one who assembled this team," Taethion looked towards Randi who would probably just ask for her level of skill, instead he had a different question to ask, "But if you won't mind me asking, why do you want to go on such a dangerous quest?" Taethion asked looking back towards her. His face was bit long but that was to be expected from just surviving the wrath of a titan.

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Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner Character Portrait: Arneth Sen

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Bliston shifted a glance towards the elf. "Just like that?" If he had eyebrows they'd be quirked. "I'd assume that we'd be given provisions for the road. A means of transit?" While Bliston was fine walking, in fact a necessity for him since horses and he didn't exactly mix, but anything as simple as a cart drawn by a pack animal to carry their supplies and belongings in would be a major aid. "Will you at least tell us our heading?"

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Gale Urovic Character Portrait: Asha Ignivora Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner Character Portrait: Arneth Sen

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When asked why she wanted to slay the dragon, the girl remained silent for a few moments. "Well, who knows? It feels like my instinct is doing all the speaking for me," she mused, taking one of the peaches from her bag and holding it in her left hand. "You know, it's pretty hard to go about this land without having heard about the destruction that dragon has caused. So it could be that I wish to help kill it so it can do no more harm." The peach was tossed into the air, only to be caught by her right hand. "Perhaps I want to kill it because I want a quick shot at glory at a young age."

At this point, her calm eyes focused back on the paladin's own visage. "But, the main thing is, I want to become even stronger...not just with my magic, but as a tamer. And something tells me that taking on the dragon is my best option for that."

...you are a disappointment on so many levels, Pirika groaned mentally.

Ignoring her, the girl asked, "Is that enough of a reason for you, sir? Or do you think I'm just a raving lunatic at this point?"

He's got that tired look, he definitely thinks you're crazy.

Just...just...ugh, shut up already, Pirika.