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Kamlin Milner

"A guard's duty is to the King, the people, and the Law, in that order."

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

Description

Name: Kam, The Captain of The Guard

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 42

Profession: Guard Captain

Description:

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Personality: While outwardly a soft-spoken, if not somewhat sarcastic man; Kam is a man with strong ideals about what is right. He believes that people have the right to believe in whatever they wish. But he also believes that religions are cults. He believes that everyone deserves equal treatment. But he has compulsions to gamble and often tries to one-up people. Kam is a master Tactician and an extremely loyal ally and fierce enemy.

History: Once an adventurer, Kam surprised the King by rescuing the Capital City of Londe from an attacking horde of Gnolls (hyena-like men). He led the city's protectors and with a great show of tactics and physical skill, drove out the Gnolls before they could do any lasting harm. He was named Captain of the Guard soon after.

Inventory/Equipment: Kam has his heavy guard armor and his sword, shield and spear.

The armor, The Captain's Guard, as seen in the picture above, is full plate and extremely sturdy. With it, he can shrug off all but the hardest of strikes. The Guard is marked with symbols of power, giving it moderate protection from weapons, magic, and the elements.

His sword, King's Own, also viewed in the picture above, is a masterpiece of human craftsmanship. While usually used as a decoration piece, the sword is Kam's main choice in weapon when facing opponents in close combat. It is said that the sword can pierce any armor and that the wounds last until Kam says that they may be healed.

The spear, Severance:
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An odd choice for a commander of a city's guard, the spear is completely made of wood. It is highly durable, however and has a special property. When thrown the spear flies straight and true. After a few seconds, it reappears into the owner's hand. A useful weapon and handy when Kam is in a tight spot.

The shield, Aegis:
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Arguably Kam's greatest line of defense, Aegis has massive enchantments against magic and is made of an Adamantium alloy.

Special Traits: Kam is a leader of men, a Paragon of human capability to lead and to plan ahead. While his skills are those of an above average man, it is his tactics that lend him aid the most in any battle.

So begins...

Kamlin Milner's Story

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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.

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

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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."

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: 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!"

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

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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.

Characters Present

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.

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

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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.

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

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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.

Characters Present

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.

Characters Present

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.

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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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.

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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Day 1

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.

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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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.

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

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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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Day 1

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.

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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Iator

The Prophet had kept his peace during the proceedings, finding it much more interesting to simply watch and see how things would unfold. He was majorly impressed with the Guard Captain and Taethion, both of them seemed to have a handle on disabling a volatile situation. He was also interested in the three newcomers. There was Bliston, of course, any traveler worth his salt knew of that half-fiend's exploits. But the other two... One screamed of magic. It was as if her entire form was constantly blown by the wind. Her bird held much of that power as well. The other, the priestess, didn't seem quite right. Something about her was off, like Gale first seemed, but different.

Eventually he spoke up. "Honestly, only people with skill or fools would join this quest. The fools would learn quickly that this is not something to be taken lightly and would leave. The people with skill will not be dissuaded. There is no point in testing people who want to help you on your quest."

Kamlin

The Guard Captain was pleased to see that things had quit escalating. He bowed his head subtly in Taethion's direction, thanking him for not causing a scene. He looked at the priestess and the girl in the hood, "Yes, this is the group that will be taking the KIng's Quest. I agree with the gnome, either these people are skilled enough to join or they are fools." He smiled at the priestess. "And they do not look like fools to me." He heard Bliston's complaints and nodded. "We will be giving some horses and a wagon, if that will help, and they will have supplies for your journey. I feel that it is the very least I could do since I will not be able to join you. As for your heading, I believe Randi is in charge of that."

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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Randi looked over at Bliston and shook her head. "Our supplies have already been prepared by the king. I just need to stop by the castle to inform him of how many are attending the mission and he will have them prepared in an hour." She looked over the people who have volunteered. "So that would make... nine, including myself." She nodded and began heading in the direction of the castle. "You, ground breaker." She said, indicating Adrian. "You said you are hungry correct? Any who require food or other physical preparations may come with me and have something at the castle."

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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Randi talked about their needs in their journey, but Adrian barely paid attention as his mind wasn't present. Adrian just silently followed Randi, he didn't even looked at the girl who is to be the new companion in the quest, he haven't looked up yet after his outburst. Adrian, despite being a powerful warrior, he is at the stage where he is easily affected by his emotions. He needed to cooldown, he let his emotions overcome him. There was something more important than his hate for Bliston, but he couldn't stay down after knowing he was that Bliston Ascor. He probably lost his appetite along with his steam.