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Jor The Ravager

"Gimme sommat bigger ta fight!"

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

Description

Name: Jor the Casteless, Jor the Ravager, Jor the Berzerker
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Age:186
Profession: Roving mercenary


Description: Jor is tall, for a dwarf. He's about 5'3'' and is a solid wall of muscle. Unlike most dwarves that people might see, he is clean shaven with a very short, military style haircut. His eyes are bright green and his hair is black. Most people think that he can't grow a beard because he is only half dwarf. A more astute observer would notice that he shaves his face every morning. Jor's body is riddled with scars of many distinct shapes and sizes, but many of them come in the form of three pronged claw marks.

Personality: Silent, brooding, gruff, headstrong; these words are soft when describing Jor. Whether something from his past jaded him or he was always callous is hard to tell. He seems to dislike anyone who isn't a dwarf and even mentioning his mixed parentage may get you a threat from Kuld. However, he is also driven, honorable, and in complete control of his emotions. He's angry because he means to be.

He throws himself at his enemies with reckless abandon, almost daring them to take him down. But seeing as he refuses to simply let them kill him, he keeps finding bigger and badder enemies to fight.

History: Jor talks little of his past, though what little that can be gleaned from his drunken rants or furious battle cries gives a glimpse into it. He was born to a human female in a war ravaged city deep in the underground under auspicious signs. He was raised by his sire, the Dwarf Champion Guzab and is now a Berzerker or Ravager. He seems to use those terms almost interchangeably.

Theme-song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8hGotRF4vrE

Inventory/Equipment: Jor has a huge battle axe named Kuld. He is often seen speaking to it, even in the midst of battles. He has a patchwork set of light armor and a dagger for meals.

Special Traits: Jor's battle hardened body and mind make him resistant to many kinds of damage or magics. He has a fine control over his rage, such that he can use it to give himself an advantage in battle. By focusing his rage, Jor can perform feats of physical prowess nearly unheard of in Galderia. His abilities range from growing to enormous sizes at will or moving so quickly as to scorch the earth itself with his passing to increasing his endurance so he may fight even when covered in wounds. As long as he has his inner rage, he can push his body past normal limits. When his rage runs out, however, he is drained.

So begins...

Jor The Ravager'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
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"These men have committed atrocious crimes to this nation and to this community! Today, we will serve judgment to these fools and see who has the last laugh once they're on the ferry across the dark river!"

In a wide open space, six people were on their knees side-by-side, their wrists and ankles bound tightly together with rope so that they had no chance of escaping. This was, no doubt, a platform for public execution, and Asha had witnessed many of them in her time. Various streetfolk gathered in a semi-circle around the criminals with furious expressions on their faces as they picked up rocks from the ground and began hurling the stones at them.

"Die, scum!"

"Go to hell!"

"You'll pay for what you've done!"

"Monsters!"

"I hope this stings in the afterlife!"

An older woman with visible wrinkles marring her face approached Asha, cramming a stone into her hands with an angry, determined flare behind her eyes.

"Here, you should throw, too," the woman said, urging her to join in the stoning. Asha briefly shifted her attention to the six people, watching as they flinched and spat blood as the stones struck them, some cursing at the top of their lungs and others staying silent with their heads down.

"Sorry, I'm not interested," she finally replied, pushing the rock back into the surprised woman's hands. "I'll be on my way." As she turned around and started to walk again, something hard hit her in the back of the head and she turned her head over her shoulder to see that the woman had flung the rock at her, clearly even more displeased than she was before.

"You're just as bad as they are," she spat. "Anyone that supports scum like that deserves to die, too."

Asha reached toward the back of her head and pressed her hand against the area where she felt a prominent sting, looking at her fingers to see that they were slick with blood. She turned to the woman again.

"I see," she said quietly. She stood still for a moment with her eyes fixated on something in the distance as though pondering something, but instead said nothing, continuing on her way and was not disturbed again. At length, she came across a poster that was attached to the wall of a bakery, and gave it a quick look. It listed a request to slay a dragon that's been terrorizing the kingdom, encouraging warriors and magi from all walks of life to join in the effort.

A dragon...

Asha looked down at her Gatekeeper Blade, seven runes inscribed on its surface, two of them with a faint red glow.

Yes, I suppose that is one of them. I'll be looking into this, but first...

The warm scent of the bakery lured her inside and the doors closed lightly behind her with the tinkling of a bell. Outside, someone had freed the six dangerous convicts from their bindings and set chaos loose in the city...

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: 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: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Arneth Sen
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Iator

The gnome nodded to Pravus. "A pleasure, I'm sure." He inspected the man once more. Still interested in the great power emanating from him but a little put off by the man's tone of voice. "I hope you can understand me...perhaps I could work out a spell towards that endeavor..." He trailed off, considering the possibilities.

He turned as he noticed the priestess approach. He wasn't expecting that at all. "Hi, my name is Lara. I've never seen a gnome before, What's your name?" She said with a friendly smile. He wondered what had prompted her to approach, probably his staring from earlier. He had made no real effort to hide it.

"Hello Lara. It is a pleasure to meet you." He said with the slightest tip of his hat. "My name Is Iator, and I believe you have now met your first gnome." He grinned.

Jor

Thunder rolled in the distance as a storm brewed on the horizon. A mile or two down the road from the party, a small battle was going on. Clashing of weapons and shouts in a garbled, hissing tongue could be heard. They had thought an ambush was the right idea, but this group of Lizardfolk marauders had just given the dwarf leeway to swing his axe in any direction he wanted. Though he was still surrounded by many, five bodies of the lizard-like humanoids were lying scattered on the ground like rag-dolls. They were all heavily armored but that didn't seem to matter, it looked more like a wild beast had ripped them open than an axe.

The beardless dwarf screamed, covered in the greenish blue liquid that was their blood and mixing with the dark red that was his own. He didn't seem to notice or care. He sidestepped a thrust from a spear and battered away a sword. They'd been trying to distract him, to build up his anger. It was a bad decision. With two swings of his axe, his mindless rage overtaking him, two more Lizardfolk had been downed and they were starting to regret their decision to attack him.

Three of the creatures lunged in at once with their pole-arms and one succeeded in stabbing the dwarf's leg. He ripped the spear from the creature's hands and pulled it out of his leg. With a roar he threw it back and impaled it. Then he swung his axe and separated the head from another. The rain started coming down soon after.

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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: Jor The Ravager Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Arneth Sen
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"Until this quest I've only seen humans. So far the adventure's been exciting. At the castle there was so much food and now I'm heading to fight a dragon. I hope you got your fill, I ate myself sick." Lara's smile grew brighter as the day's events passed through her mind.

"Why are you wanting to kill the dragon? I had heard gnomes keep to themselves and ignore the affairs of other races, correct me if I'm wrong. "

Lara had gotten close enough to Iator that she could really study his body language. If he showed any further signs of studying her, she could confront him on it. She played off her intentions with bold innocence about the world. She waited for Iator to speak and to the distant clanging of conflict down the road. Between thunder claps she could make out the shouts of anger and cries of agony. She gripped her mace with her right hand, but hadn't unlatched it from her belt yet.

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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: Jor The Ravager Character Portrait: Randionalia Ashengrits Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Arneth Sen
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Adrian listened attentively to Taethion's answer. Hearing his answers calmed him down, but also made him feel worse for being mad. "Sir, thank you for answering my question." He addressed him in respect. "It was indeed a wise answer. Acting like that was quite silly, now that I look back." He chuckled. He was a little happy that he felt the same as him and more than that, he managed to control himself unlike Adrian.

He looked forward as the green haired girl started talk. He felt even more of an idiot after hearing her words. "Hehehe... you're right, hehe." He said while looking away and letting out a deep sigh. He continued to listen to their conversation until the girl introduced herself. "Oh right, I'm Adrian Retter." He introduced himself to the girl, since he feel that he still haven't introduced himself to her. "I look forward to working with you too Sylph. Is it alright if I call you that?" He said, as he gave her a nickname. Finding it quite easier to say. "and... isn't your blood going to your head staying like that?" He pointed out to Sylphine being upside down.

He later saw rain clouds in the distance and the loud noise of conflict. He looked at the others to see if they noticed it as well. "What's happening out there?" He instinctively asked.

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Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Jor The Ravager Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral
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Day 1

"Adrian...that's not a bad sounding name," Sylphine commented. "Hm...and, I guess 'Sylph' works out okay, if my name's too hard for you to remember." When Adrian pointed out that her current position wasn't exactly practical, she realized that her head really was starting to feel a bit strange, and she flipped over in midair, coming to float between him and Taethion.

Though the skies had been clear when she entered Beystead, by now, dark clouds were gathering up ahead. There were even occasional lightning flashes and thunderclaps lancing through it all. "...that's not exactly a welcoming sight..." Sylphine mused, reaching up with one hand to pull her hood up. Unpleasant weather wasn't really the best note to start a journey on.

At that moment, in her arms, Pirika stirred and gazed upwards at the sky...but instead of the daze from sleeping for very long, her eyes were sharp and maybe even a bit cold. So much for that nap, she thought. You've most likely noticed already, but I guess I'll tell you anyway: there's trouble ahead.

Trouble? Wha- Suddenly, she thought she could hear the sounds of steel clashing against steel in the distance. Faraway battle cries and screams of terror drifted past her ears, just as the wind turned cold from the storm looming ahead. Adrian commented on it as well, seeming a little unsettled as he looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. "You're not hearing things. Sounds like a massacre is going on up ahead..." Sylphine confirmed, nodding grimly. "Well, should we press on?"

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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: Jor The Ravager Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Arneth Sen
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Day 1

Sylphine glanced in annoyance towards the daemon for referring to her as "bird girl," but reminded herself that she still had only introduced herself to Adrian and Taethion. Giving a quick nod in acknowledgement, she raised a hand, preparing to ascend--

You know what, I got this. Before the emerald-haired girl could move, Pirika flew from her hands and into the air, seemingly unaffected by the winds that were starting to pick up, and the rain that started to fall above them. I'll do the scouting for you. Save your magic for when things really get bad.

"Wha-Pirika?!" Sylphine reached out to stop her, but the bird was already far away in the storm...Fine, just keep yourself safe, she sighed, lowering her arm back to her side.

A few moments later, she heard Pirika's voice again in her head. Oh...my...god. What the HELL is going on here?! Right as she finished saying--er, thinking that--the mental image of the battle up ahead appeared in Sylphine's head...which absolutely stunned her.

There were several human and horse corpses littered about, along with a destroyed wagon and destroyed containers of supplies. Amongst the mess scampered numerous half-lizard, half-man creatures--she counted about 14 that were still moving in some way, while 8 lay motionless in puddles of turquoise...blood, likely. Some were running away, but most were centered around one point, weapons drawn and flashing as they battled. Their opponent was a lone beardless dwarf who wielded a gigantic battle axe, and seemed to be killing them without too much trouble. Oh, and he was very angry--his tremendously loud shouting was proof of that. It was still very audible, even though Pirika was very far away from him.

...I-I think you've done good enough. Get back quickly, Pirika. Still finding the scenery hard to believe, Sylphine described what she saw to the others. "...I would say we should go help him, but it's a complete bloodbath right now," she finished, folding her arms.

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Character Portrait: Jor The Ravager Character Portrait: Lana
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Lana was not in a good mood. She was rarely ever in a good mood these days, to be fair, but it especially pent up during rainy days when her fire magic was inhibited and the sunlight was nowhere to be seen. This fire is the light that will guide you to the other side, was the saying of the pyredancers and she took the phrase to heart, believing that souls would lose their way in the darkness, undermining the years she's spent doing her job. Even more irritating was the fact that a group of lizardmen thought it would be funny to rob the temporary shelter that she'd set up. She did carry around a lot of things, to be sure, as the rest of her clans belongings went to her and she brought along whatever she could carry. The contents were quite valuable, but she did not plan on giving anything away.

"Out, girl," one of the lizardmen hissed, gesturing for her to leave the tent. She complied silently, taking her ceremonial blades with her as she did so. "Your swords. We take those."

"Here," she said calmly, sticking her arms out for the creature to take her weapons. As the lizardman gripped them, Lana let go and the sheer weight of the blades brought the creature to its knees - at that very instant, she brought her fists together in a thunderous strike and caved in its skull, the lizardman's blood splashing out from various fractures, the impact of the blow even causing one of its eyes to pop out. Soaked in blood, the girl bent down and retrieved her swords, twirling them in her hands as she counted the remaining heads. The first one to move was at the edge of her peripherals and she reacted instantaneously, hurling a blade at it. The sword not only pierced it squared in the chest and straight out the back, but the force and mass of the weapon was sufficient enough to send it flying backwards into another one of its buddies.

She gripped her other sword in both hands, swiftly ducking under an axe and tearing the attacking lizardman messily in half with a single swing. Another one came from behind with a spear, which she swiftly side-stepped around and snagged with her free hand, pulling it down and breaking it in half with her foot. She jammed the shattered spear point into the creature's skull, kicking it away in disgust while it was reeling. The other lizardmen were growing wary, perhaps sensing that they may have picked the wrong kind of fight. Vasquerans, after all, were well known in these parts for their brute strength and battle sense. Not too far ahead, she saw another group of the same creatures who were attacking a small man wielding an axe and he seemed to be making fairly quick work of them. Still, she wasn't about to go back for a rest until she was sure all hostiles were out of the way, retrieving her other blade and slowly making her way to the other lizardmen. She was still in a pretty bad mood, anyway.

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Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Taethion of Gilfried Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Jor The Ravager Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Lana
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Pravus

Pravus had finished speaking with Iator but he was fairly certain this guy would try and stick his nose back in his business before too long. There were other matters at hand however. Out in the distance a beardless dwarf and a young girl were fighting a group of lizard men. The group was discussing what they should do about it. Most wanted to rush into the fray but the person who seemed more suited for combat was recommending they avoid the conflict. He could see the logic behind the half breed's words. It is interesting when those who know most about fighting choose not to fight in times of conflict. His reasons may be his own but the action is a statement all the same. As for myself... He walked towards the bloody conflict quite calmly and leisurely, taking his time with little concern for the situation.

I serve not the needs of the living. He was not going to participate in the fight under any provocation short of someone actually attacking him. He couldn't care less about the safety or survival of the dwarf or the girl. The lizard men might not be human or even a benevolent race but all races with an afterlife deserve at least what little respect he can offer them before they leave this world to pursue the light of the Light Keeper and find their way to their afterlife. Where they ended up was to be decided by their religion, he was just there to help them find the path.


As he arrived at the scene of the blood bath he simply walked by until he found a rather open space. He was not ignoring what the lizard men or the other two were doing but at the same time he wasn't doing anything to indicate that he was. With his mask on it would be impossible to tell that he hadn't simply failed to notice them as if they were invisible to him. Without much delay he brought his shovel up and drove it into the soft dirt.

His technique with the shovel was impressive to say the least. He literally excavated the patch of earth effortlessly. His technique was passed down all the way from the first grave tender who took up the mantle and offered his services to the church of the Light Keeper. Honed over generations to perfection the way he removed dirt from this space was almost a constant stream. A giant mole would find it difficult to dig as fast as he was.

In addition he was undead, unable to feel pain or exhaustion meaning he dug at maximum efficiency the entire time, never fatiguing. To top it all off because of his inability to feel pain he was able to utilize more of his strength than a normal human could access. The only time people are truly capable of accessing the full use of their strength is in great times of need when adrenaline kicks in, dulling pain and allowing them full access to their true potential. He did not need adrenaline to wield full command of his body, exerting as much strength as he was physically capable of simply by doing so. To an ordinary person he would seem at least three times stronger than a seasoned knight in his prime. This gave him the ability to move far larger piles of dirt than would be possible for a normal person.


He was listening to what was going on around him but he didn't let that deter him. It was as he said, He digs.

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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: Jor The Ravager Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Lana Character Portrait: Kamlin Milner Character Portrait: Arneth Sen
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Iator

The gnome watched as first Lara and then several others rushed ahead into the battle. He looked over towards Bliston and shrugged. "If it's any consolation," he said looking at the half fiend, "I think that this is pointless too." He looked at Gale and Asha, wondering if they would join the fight or not, but dismissed the thought. It wasn't his problem, they could fend for themselves. He pushed the pony forward and began trotting towards the fight, speaking words of power as he did so.

Jor

The dwarf parried the thrusts of several weapons, roaring in rage as the battle changed around him. His smaller wounds began to close up as a blast of wind cleared up some space nearby, allowing him a second to breathe. As more and more people entered the fray, the lizardfolk were beginning to grow distracted.

Jor took advantage of one particularly long pause created by a human child flying into one of the lizardfolk. As the creatures all looked towards the child, Jor decapitated three in one swing. His anger spiked as he was struck from behind by a lizard's sword. He screamed and turned towards the the attack to see another, smaller child, joining the fight as well. His sight began to cloud a little as the rage built up in him.

Kamlin

"Why Lord Dyatt, sir?" The sergeant asked. Kamlin shook his head as he surveyed the scene. "That's what we're going to find out."

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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: Jor The Ravager Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Lana Character Portrait: Arneth Sen
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Lana wrenched out her blade from one of the corpses, splashing the slathered blood away on the ground. Looking up, she saw other people coming in from a distance, some having already joined the fight against the lizardmen. She squinted with some hint of irritation and perplexity.

What are these idiots doing? she thought sourly, watching them whittle down the numbers of the lizardmen. Do they think they're saving us? She swept low and spun around with both of her blades in full swing, severing the legs off of one that had tried to sneak up behind her before stomping its head into a messy pulp. I come out to blow off a little steam and this is what happens. Amazing.

~

Asha said nothing for a while, listening to the others discuss the obstacle in front of them.

"It doesn't matter," she shrugged. "But we may as well go around if we're not looking for any trouble."

"I'd say go for it, personally, but I like to save my energy," Gale grinned. "I'm not so great a dealing with crowds."

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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: Jor The Ravager Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Lana Character Portrait: Arneth Sen
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Lara

Lara sat staring at the dead Lizardman while she chewed on the meat she's bitten from him. It was tough to chew, but had a sweet taste. She reached for her mace and picked pieces of meat off it and are them as well. Finally she stood up and saw she was covered in the lizardman's blood from the fight. She seemed to pray over the body and finished eating while she prayed.

After, she rushed back to the road to survey the fighting. The dwarf was ferocious and Lara seemed to be frightened by him. She rushed to Iator and said, "Iator! I lost control of my horse and was thrown into those lizard people. I killed him..."

The realization set in that Lara had taken the life of a sentient creature. She grew quiet as she studied her blood soaked outfit. Her arms and her face were red as well from the fight. She felt sick and spat on the ground, trying not to throw up.




Guard Sergeant

The Sergeant waves the clerics and mage to enter the room and said to Kamlin, "The clerics and the court Mage have arrived sir. Hopefully they can figure this out and save the king..."

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Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Adrian Retter Character Portrait: Jor The Ravager Character Portrait: Sylphine Mistral Character Portrait: Lana Character Portrait: Arneth Sen
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Day 1

A gust blasted hard into the second lizardman's face, causing him to flinch and shut his eyes. Immediately, Sylphine landed in front of him, swept her staff low, and knocked his feet out from underneath him. Before he could fall, she spun around, rammed the head of her staff into him, and fired a burst of air that threw him into the third lizardman.

While the two went sprawling, Pirika swooped down, let out a shrill cry, and speared both of them through with a blade of air from her beak. Once she pulled back a meter or so, the bird flapped her wings, sending smaller blades of wind that struck at their vitals. With that, all three of the lizardmen they took on were dead.

Dusting off her rain-soaked sleeves, Sylphine glanced over her shoulder at the fighting. Amidst all the chaos, there were only 5 lizardmen still active. Adrian had already taken out 2 and was trying to challenge the rest of them all at once, but the dwarf was still rampaging and had taken out 3 more. There was a girl whom she didn't recognize with two swords attacking another bandit, while that man in the mask was...digging. Great. That would...help...a lot. Yeah.

But when her eyes settled on the priestess, whom she spotted a little distance into the forest kneeling above the corpse of her opponent, Sylphine's eyes went uncharacteristically wide. That blood across the woman's hands and mouth, the way she was moving her jaw right now, the random pieces of unknown material she was taking off her mace and putting in her mouth...suddenly, Sylphine felt very nauseous. Her hand flew to her mouth, thinking the contents of that feast from earlier were about to spill out, and her knees buckled, causing her to collapse.

Pirika followed her gaze, and looked very confused. Humans do that? Huh, I thought they'd consider themselves more civilized then that. Looking down at Sylphine, she realized that her tamer was being negatively affected by watching it. What the...Sylphine! Get a hold of yourself! Stop watching, NOW! When the girl didn't respond, Pirika flew right in front of her face, hiding the entire sight with her feathers. Are you alright?

Slowly, Sylphine uncovered her mouth, and pulled in a few shaky breaths. ...y-yeah...s-sorry, I almost lost it there, she replied, using her staff to support herself as she stood back up. I-I don't know why, but it looks a lot more wrong when a human does it than when an animal like you does something like that...sorry if that was offensive.

Eh, I'm used to you faulting my behavior by n- Pirika suddenly stopped the thought, a new realization dawning on her. Wait. I just thought of something. Sylphine...what if that priestess isn't really human? Moreover, just whose side is she really on?!

"H-huh?!" The tamer's eyes snapped up, surprise reflected in them. Where are you getting all this from?!

You've been thinking it already, the bird reminded her. You were suspicious of her very presence, because her attitude didn't seem right. Then she suddenly rode away from your party, and now we find her...doing...you know what to the enemies she killed. And look! Her wing pointed to the left, and Sylphine glanced in that direction to see the priestess fleeing away from the battle, back the way she came. Where the others who hadn't entered the fight should be...

There wasn't really much of a solid base from Pirika's argument, but Sylphine, still shaken after what she had seen, started to get scared thinking about what might happen to the others. But at that moment, two of the remaining lizardmen broke off from his group and tried to flee, and one crashed into the emerald-haired girl as he did so. Immediately thinking his chance for escape was gone and panicking, he swung his club down, and Sylphine had to roll out of the way.

Not even having a chance to get up, Sylphine found the lizardman going after her again. She fired a burst of air and sent him smashing into the ground backfirst, giving her enough time to stand up. We'll deal with that priestess later! she insisted. We don't have enough proof right now, and we still have to stay here to help Adrian and the others!

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Taethion stopped Herod short from entering the thick of the fighting, and then he dismounted, "Sorry old friend but I don't want to risk something happening to you as well." Taethion spoke as the horse snorted in confirmation. He saw that Sylphine was already on the scene blasting away at the Lizardfolk. Not only could she levitate but she was fast as well! He could see The Masked Man off to the side...digging? Not quite the soldier like behavior, he would assume he would fight like he did earlier. The sight of him digging took him off guard, but then again he did say he digs. "I guess he wasn't making light of what he said earlier." Taethion thought remembering their time in jail. Taethion then caught sight of the beardless Dwarf that was fighting like a barbarian. Taethion wasn't sure if he noticed them, considering he looked quite busy with killing the Lizardmen.

He didn't see that Priestess from earlier, but he could have sworn he heard a woman's voice speaking from behind him. Yet a new sight nearly took him aback like the Foreigner's digging. He could swear he sees a little girl out there, killing the Lizardfolk as well! Just what was going on out here!? Still Taethion couldn't sit and gawk, especially with Sylphine and Adrian in the midst of combat. Taethion drew his sword and entered the fight.

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Adrian looked over the dwarf near him killed three lizardfolk in a single swing by the opening he made. He was too naive, there was just no way to resolve this without killing anyone. At the very least. He hoped that they won't kill downed opponents. He no longer waited for them to attack him themselves and rushed toward another lizardman whose back is turned from him. Before he could hit it, Adrian saw its legs got cut off and before him was a small girl. The moment the lizardman fell on the ground, she stomped on its head without batting an eye. "Ah." That was the only that word came out of his mouth after the sight of blood splattering around the girl. He stopped moving and just looked at the girl.

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Jor

Jor closed the distance with the girl quickly, raising his axe and screaming in fury. If he knew what he was doing, he might have hesitated. As it was, he had almost gone mad with rage.

Lana barely turned around in time to see the man who'd been fighting off the lizardfolk earlier, only this time he was aiming straight for her. She instinctively put both of her blades up in front of her. What is this psychopath doing? she thought, her weapons taking the full force of the axe - Her entire body shook from the impact and she could feel her bones rattle, her knees nearly buckling from the single strike. He's a lot stronger than I thought...She put some distance between them and squinted a little, trying to make out what exactly she was up against. It was rare to find a human that strong...no, a dwarf? Pretty big for one, but this really wasn't the time to differentiate. She twirled her blades in her hands, circling slowly a few seconds before charging in herself, her first strike a reckless diagonal slash as her other blade wound up for the follow up strike in the same direction.

The dwarf parried the first strike almost absorbing the entire brunt of the powerful hit. It was just enough to throw off his guard, however and the second strike caught him in the side met first by resistance from armor and then even stronger resistance from his flesh. He roared in what might have been pain and brought the heel of the axe down towards her head.

The backbone of Lana's combat style revolved around maintaining a flow to her movements, usually following her previous motions to some extent regardless of what her enemy was doing - while it was poor for adapting, it was what she knew how to do best and, if nothing else, worked excellently with the way she wielded her blades. After she'd slashed twice, she made a fast, full turn and saw the blunt end of the axe coming down - she went low and kept the rhythm, circling around until she was practically back-to-back with the enemy that she was fighting with, her arms stretched out, as were here blades - the improvised routine ended with her facing Jor about the same time he'd finished hitting the air. It didn't give her any room to counter attack, but she was a patient fighter and could bait out reckless openings as she saw them.

Jor's swing hit nothing as the girl's swift movements brought her around him and back again. Her dancing actually caused Jor to get even more frustrated. He brought the axe down to his side and quickly dragged it along the ground and up, trying to send mud into her face. Then he followed through with a swing from the other side.

Lana narrowly moved her out of the clump of mud's trajectory and barely had enough to put her blades up to defend the following attack - except this time, he was striking from the side rather than downward and given her weight, she was promptly sent tumbling to the side, the blood on her clothes mixing with the thick, wet mud. She recovered and wiped some of it from her face, figuring that this wasn't working out very well. He didn't seem to take much damage from her initial attack so she decided to step it up a notch in hopes of coming to a resolution before she's worn out. She pulled her mask over her face and the black empty sockets suddenly had an eerie red glow to them, the warm tone of her skin turning to a sickly gray as she stretched outward in size, several of her bones protruding from her flesh in a grotesque manner. Like the dwarf, in this form, her mind went partially blank and she completely dropped her dancing combat form, betting on a head-to-head confrontation. She slammed the ground with a bestial roar and the earth cratered, sprinting toward him and, right as she entered range, pulling her arms up and slamming down both blades toward him with full force.

A normal axe might have snapped at the strength of the monster's swords coming down on it with full strength. The Kuld was not a normal axe. The mud and blood had been mixing for a while and the soft ground gave in under the combined pressure of the massive blow and Jor's weight. He was past his knees in the gloop when his body began to shake. He roared a monstrous roar as his veigns bulged and he began to grow. In a matter of seconds, he had almost doubled in size, matching the monster in both strength and weight. He pushed at the blades, trying to send her off of her feet.

As Lana had grown, so had Jor, his massive strength multiplied as he shoved back. However, she'd maintained a firm hold in the ground after her strike, sliding back only an inch or two from the resistance. She twirled her blades once and brought them together from both sides.

The now massive dwarf pushed himself backwards away from the swords. His left fist found a nearby wagon wheel and he chucked it at her like a discus.

While unaware of the dwarf's abilities, Lana knew that her own transformation ran on limited time so she charged forward, making sure she stuck to him like glue for the entire duration. She smashed the wheel out of the way as she dashed toward him, this time attempting to overwhelm him with a continuous assault rather than single, powerful attacks, swinging her blades separately but closely together.

The dwarf brought his axe to a defensive position, the blades smacking into it one after another. From all his work he spent trying to block the attacks, he was unable to get in any of his own. The damage he had taken before began to lessen and though he was still raging, his mind began to clear a bit.

That was about half the duration already, she needed to think of something fast before it wore off - seeing how he was still solidified in a defensive position, Lana did something quite bold and let go of her swords, attempting to use her full strength to tackle him to the ground - if he was down, the axe would be too unwieldy and large to maneuver, if he was still holding onto it at that point.
Jor didn't expect to be tackled and was knocked to the ground and into the mud. His axe, which never left his hands, wasn't much help with the beast on top of him.

It seemed to work out in Lana's favor - the tackle was successful and Jor was still holding his axe, and that meant he couldn't exactly move her hands away when she moved in to grip his skull to crush it. Just a few more seconds...

Jor saw her moving in to grab his skull and he reached out to grab her with his free hand, his long arms giving him enough reach to grab at her throat.

Iator

As Iator sauntered up on his pony, the priestess ran up to him, bragged about a kill, and then began sobbing. He shook his head in irritation at the almost childlike impulses of the woman. He didn't have time for this. His attention was instead drawn by the sounds of powerful beasts. His jaw dropped as he watched the two giants fight. He noticed that nearly all of the lizardmen had been taken down and yet these two...creatures were still having at it. He shrugged inwardly and released the charm spell that he had been building up for the dwarf and the lizardfolk. The spell was like ethereal arrows being shot into their cores, meant to shut down all feelings of anger or rage. This shut down Jor completely, and he started shrinking immediately. His rage gone, Jor was almost confused as to why he was even there.

Lana stumbled back, having already begun the revert by the time he'd grabbed her throat. She fell onto her knees and hacked, pulling her mask up as she massaged her neck, tasting blood in her mouth and spitting it out. At this point she was incredibly disoriented and could hardly tell was going on anymore, shivers suddenly having gone down her spine. She looked up with blurry eyes and gradually pieced back the circumstances again, though she was too exhausted to really do anything else. She held her position and let out a hoarse wheeze, knowing she'd need to get that treated.

Jor began to feel all the different spots on his body where he had been cut. An especially deep slice was stinging his side and he felt a migraine begin where the girl had tried to crush his skull. He sat up slowly rubbing his face and pulling his axe close to him.
The gnome tsked at the two and shook his head. "What a waste of time and effort. The Lizards are all gone or dead, you know."

Lana tried to say, "And this nut thought it was a good idea to attack me," but it didn't exactly come out in words, but rather in the form of harsh coughing and spitting blood.

Kamlin

The guard captain bowed to the assembly before him. He had the remains of the victims brought to the room along with the blood-vomit from the courtyard. The different spell casters began to work their magic, gaining clues from their conversations with the dead and from their divination. Kam sat still and silent, working over the crime in his mind and waiting for the others to finish their work.

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Behind Iator, Bliston followed a few seconds after. The daemon took stock of the dead bodies strewn around. He hummed to himself, just taking in the damage. He hadn't been their for the most of the fighting, but he did arrrive just in time to witness the final bout between the transformed bodies of the dwarf and the... Vasqueran. It was interesting to him. He had not seen one of their tribes in the region for quite some time, and found it surprising that a child of their kin would be so far out here on their own. They both had proven to be skilled. The corspes laid out around them and the bout between the two was proof of that. This could be a potential opportunity.

"Oi, choir boy." He shouted toward Taethion. "Stop standing there slack jawed. Go tend to their wounds if please would." He then turned toward the priestess. "You too pilgrim." Then he turned again, leaving the wagon next to the gnome, and headed towards the ruined remains of the caravan.

he rooted through the wreckage a bit. There were more dead here, but mostly peasants as it seemed clear that the fighting had started to move off away once the more capable combatants started getting into the thick of it. Bliston considered trying to loot something out of the smashed carts, but decided against it. Anything useful had already been taken or ruined by the fighting and the rain.

It was then that Bliston spotted what he had been looking for. There, lying on it's side and grasping the gaping wound on it's chest, was one of the lizardfolk. Bliston had briefly spotted it get up from where it had been struck, and limp its way toward the ruined carts before collapsing once again into the muck.

Kneeling down, the daemon reached out and placed a hand on the dying lizardman's sholder. The smaller reptilian creature filched at the touch. He stopped moving entirely though when he heard the daemon speak.

"Shalveil sssavi, moak iver." Hello there, swamp strider.

Slowly, and with some pain, the lizardman turned upward to see the face of the daemon staring down at him. You speak saxhaal?

Yes, I do. Bliston grinned a bit. And more importantly, I have a few questions I would like to ask of you.

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Adrian was dumbfound by the monstrous combat he witnessed between the beardless dwarf and little girl as they turn into giants. He could only watch as the two had a death match. They actually scared him, not by their strength, but by their murderous intent, but more than that, it was frustrating. It was almost as if they would kill anybody that get near them, but Iator just simply break them off like children. Iator was probably the most mature one in the group. He shook his head as he saw them, seriously wounded. He saw Bliston a little distance away and commanding the healers to tend the wounds of the two.

He quickly rushed toward the two as well. The fight was over... There won't be anymore problem. Atleast that's what he believes.

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Taethion kept defending himself from the Lizardfolk's attacks. They were unfocused and a bit wild, but no less dangerous. Before he could open up for a counterattack a loud, bestial roar resounded about the battlefield. The Lizardfolk suddenly stopped his assault and looked towards the sound of the roar. It quickly fumbled over itself and ran away in fear. Taethion swung around to see what scared the lizardman so badly, and he received his answer. Some creature with horns, and bones acting like spikes jutting forth. It's sickly gray skin gave it the visage of some terrible demon. Whatever it was, it was fighting the Dwarf! While Taethion was about to give aide to the warrior, the battle escalated to heights he didn't expect to see.

Quickly the Dwarf soon grew himself into a size to match the beast he was fighting with. It was all rather fantastic and incredibly dangerous, so much so Taethion halted and was unsure of how to proceed. The fight was like some crazy thing found out of a storybook. Then at the moment when the clash seemed to have reached it's climax, the two combatants suddenly stopped. Taethion was confused at this startling development, he could have sworn they were prepared to kill each other. Yet this answer would also be answered in the form of Iator. He assumed Iator did the same spell he performed to end the Foreigner's bout. He was happy they weren't prepared to rip each other apart, but surprisingly the monster was in fact the girl. Just what is this girl?

Bliston arrived and decided to insult him and order him around. Still despite his bluntness he was right, these two were injured and needed help. He looked over to see the priestess from earlier, at least she is okay though looks like she had to get dirty herself and kill some Lizardfolk. "Alright, good I could use your help with these two, come on!" He called out to the priestess as he ran for the two warriors. They both sustained pretty good injuries but he noticed the discomfort in the Dwarf's head and the Girl's throat. The Dwarf could be suffering from a concussion, but the girl is coughing up blood, she could have a bloody mouth or blood is filling up her lungs. He decided to mutter some words to himself, and for a while it seemed he was talking to himself. The muttering went on for a while actually, but he was speaking as fast as he could. When he finished he breathed and the waved his hand over the girl. She would notice bright lights beginning to envelope her entire body like an cocoon. They would never touch her but she would begin to notice her superficial wounds instantly healing, and the more grievous damage would slowly heal. Once completed, the lights will disappear and she should feel like her old self again. Albeit probably still a bit sore.

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Just as Sylphine disposed of that last lizardman, she heard the clashing of metal ringing out once more. But what she saw was a little girl fighting the dwarf from earlier--and doing ridiculously well, to boot! And, as if things couldn't get weirder, the little girl transformed into some kind of beast, while the dwarf somehow doubled in size. "What...the hell..." she muttered, not sure if what she was seeing was actually happening.

Abruptly, she sensed some sort of energy being released, and the transformations reverted, leaving the dwarf and the little girl in their original forms. Gazing in the direction from which that energy was released, she saw it was the gnome from earlier, accompanied by the rest of the party. Already, Taethion and...the priestess...were being asked to heal the dwarf and the girl, and Bliston was interrogating one of the lizardmen about something or other.

What are you waiting for? Go tell them about what you saw her do! Pirika urged.

But though Sylphine was still mistrustful of the priestess, she knew she didn't have much to go on, and the only two people whom she had had any interaction with whatsoever were standing right next to that woman. There weren't many other people who would believe her...the gnome seemed affable enough, right? No, no...this should wait for later. Seeing her hesitance caused Pirika to let out another long sigh, but this one was much more annoyed than before.

She lifted up her staff, which appeared to dissolve into fragments of emerald light and scatter away on the wind. Once it had vanished, she walked over to the others and raised a different question, not to anyone in particular, but rather to the party as a whole. "Shall we bury them now?" It was a custom in practically all parts of the land, wasn't it?

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Pravus

As Pravus dug combat waged on around him. He saw lizard men getting killed left and right. The dwarf in his rage had attacked the girl and they both traded blows before growing larger. Looks like I'll need to dig a bigger grave. He started expanding the hole when Iator interfered with their fight like he had done with his and the Elven woman. He just shrugged, putting a bit of dirt back into the hole and patting it into the wall with the flat of his shovel. The pit he dug was about six feet deep and wide enough to accommodate the number of fallen he needed to bury. Gripping the ledge of his pit he pulled himself from the earthen mass grave he had made for the reptilian raiders.

He walked with purpose towards the nearest body. The ground was wet with blood, clinging to his boots in the form of reddish mud. The wind which at this point was highly excited from the use of the wind mage's magic blew against his cloak. It billowed with the shifting of the air yet thanks to the ties along the seem it did not open. He reached down and picked up the gruesome corpse, hoisting it onto his shoulder. Taethion and the other girl were tending to the two enchanted warriors who were here before them but what the half-breed was doing caught his attention more. Much like back in the wine cellar with the maid he could understand the language the lizard man and the half breed were speaking. The range of this amulet was impressive, he had to wonder if it had any linguistic limitations at all.

"Shall we bury them now?" The wind mage asked to no one in particular. He was already one step ahead of her, carrying the dead body back over to the grave he dug. He dropped the body in as gently as he could given the circumstance but the landing for it was still a bit rough. He could be more careful with the bodies but seeing as how there were quite a few more to carry over he could only spare so much care for how well he drops the body in and remain practical. He could only be so gentle with these bodies without sacrificing too much speed. He had a process for burying these bodies quickly without sacrificing his care for their state which he had honed through repetition. It's worked for him so far so he kept on track, turning from the pit and going over to retrieve another body. Whatever else could be said of him, he definitely knew how to dispose of corpses.

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Adrian looked over to Sylphine, still crouching on the ground. "Yeah... that would be good. I couldn't protect their lives, maybe... we could at least give them a proper burial." He said with a slightly pained expression, still clinging to his idiology, as he was unable to do much. He was disappointed despite having the two he simply knocked out, run off upon waking up and remained alive. In the group's eye he was probably too naive and was unfit to go on a quest where he might have to kill sentient life.

He looked over at the corpse and saw the bird masked man carrying them to a grave he dug. He can see his respects for the dead and he didn't wait for the other's response as he slowly stood up and walked over a corpse as well, carrying it toward the grave and gently put it down as he reached downward until it is placed atop another. "Sorry." He said to the corpse. Thought he knew that no sorry or making up for it will do any good. He carried another one over, saying the same word again.

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FOOL! You forgot to use soul protect! No wonder you've gotten curious stares! Activate it now! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Lara thought to herself as she helped Taethion with the wounded. Her medical supplies were in her backpack and she worked quickly and efficiently on the wounds of the dwarf. While she worked she glanced around at the group. If anyone was looking at her then she had to assume they knew too much about her. She had no intention of killing any of her comrades, but for the future of her life and of her family's lives she had to do something. Lara's eyes met Sylphine's and she stopped scanning. She had no innocent smile, no sign of friendliness on her face. She was covered in blood and her eyes would seem to almost pierce through anything as she continued applying bandages, but never looking away from Sylphine.

"Taethion, do these bandages look okay? On this deep wound?" Lara said, looking away after several minutes of silent staring.

Lara still beat herself up over not having her soul protect spell active, she did now. Any curious eyes would detect a human soul, but she couldn't help but worry that it was too late. Sylphine had to be one who could detect that, so Lara would have to keep an eye on her.

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A light enveloped Lana and she felt the strain on her throat ease up, though it was gradual. Looking up, it seemed to be a paladin of some sort - she'd ask why he was helping her, but it seemed like a dumb thing to ask. That was just what paladins did, right? She looked up and saw the dwarf being treated as well, narrowing her eyes. As the light did its work, Lana warily picked up both of her blades, scowling.

"You may want to rethink that," she said, her voice hoarse but understandable. "As far as I'm concerned, he'll attack you once you're done helping him. He certainly didn't give it any thought when he came charging at me with his axe like a maniac."

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Jor

The dwarf watched curiously as a human ran up to bandage his side and his head. He would have pushed her away but since he had not asked for the help and since his migraine was highly distracting, he relented. He shook his head slowly as he began to remember everything that had happened during his rage. The girl he had been fighting spoke up, warning against helping him.

"Th' lass be right." He said, slowly. "'S not wise to be helpin' someone who fought wi' ye." He looked up at the girl, who had brandished her weapons. "If ye be wantin' ta keel me. Ya best do it nae."