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Pravus the Grave Tender

"I shall bury them all. When you die you too will be buried."

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

Description

Name: Pravus the Grave Tender of Sed


Age: 42 at Death, 1024 current.


Place of Birth: Sed, a city within the great empire of Tiatha


Personality:
An appropriately somber mood and dreary attitude to suite a member of the living dead. Pravus does not like to talk a lot but he is not expert at hiding his disdain towards almost everyone. In a way his mask actually makes him more approachable as anyone talking to him without it could immediately see the resentment painted clearly across his face. Given his undead state he has had very little to be happy about and is pretty much always wearing a frown.

If anyone ever manages to get him to warm up to them then they would see a strange fellow indeed. His respect for the dead and people's ancestors is great and he would go to great lengths to appease a spirit should one be disturbed from it's afterlife. He looks down with great disgust upon the mutilation and defiling of corpses. This level of kin-hood didn't begin at reanimation either, he's been this kind of person from childhood. Around undead like himself he is polite and has quite a kind and charitable soul to his fellow unliving ladies and gentlemen. To a true friend he can be similarly kind but he has a large round zero on his list of closest friends indicating just how many he's made.

When put to challenge he has the character of a mountain. He can be calm and calculating, carefully planning his way to his goal when a solution needs to be had. When a moment requires action he persists with a precise and steady onslaught, his mind still ever processing for more solutions while he presses on. His will is strong like a mountain, refusing to yield no matter how hard he is pushed. He may come up with better tactics to better suit his situation but never has the day where Pravus refused to do something he knows is right because it wasn't easy been seen.

Ultimately he simply wishes to perform his duty in peace. He has accepted that his role in life was to tend to the needs of the dead, making sure people do not suffer after death. He does not seek the company of the living but is not against cooperation for everyone's betterment.


Appearance:
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The first thing anyone would notice about him is his plague doctor's uniform, not that anyone would see anything else underneath this thorough getup. Clad in a brown full circle cloak his most notable feature is the mask. A long curved brown cloth mask with two armored glass eyes. Atop his head sits a wide brimmed brown hat that looks like it was put together like a quilt, all pieced together from several parts of other hats.

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Underneath this uniform lies a rather grim sight. He is dressed in a black baggy shirt which has seen better days worn underneath a suit of plated chain mail. He is almost always wearing long black leather gloves and high rimmed black leather boots which are caked in mud and well worn from the countless hours they've been walked in. Around his neck he wears a thin grey scarf which has seen better days.

Pravus's own face is could give the grim reaper something to compare his own to. He's got medium length pitch black disheveled hair and dark brown eyes that almost look black from a distance. His skin is a cold, lifeless grey color, small cuts and scraps still present from past confrontations with the other living dead resident's of Sed. He stands at about 5'5" and weights around 198 pounds.


Spoken Languages: His native tongue is Sedian though in his time serving in the Tiathan army he has picked up a smattering of Ru'ulian.


Theme Song: The World - Yuki Kajiura


[Combat Section]

Weapons:
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His weapon is a specialized shovel handed down through the family on his father's side. This five foot long shovel is designed to be able to cut through rocks and especially tough dirt with ease. The region this shovel herald's from is mountainous and very rocky. There is very little dirt that doesn't lead about a foot or two down simply to rest atop buried boulders in it's homeland. With the advanced metallurgy and technology of the Tiathan empire this shovel could, supposing if it's wielder were both strong and patient enough, Cut a mountain's worth of rocks down until there lay nothing but a pile of pebbles and chips before it's edges would begin to dull.


Powers: Firstly he is a member of the living dead. His power's mostly derive from this mysterious state he's been left in. He lacks the need to eat, drink, sleep or breath and he never tires no matter how hard he exerts his body. He cannot get sick and poisons are useless against him. If he is damaged he does not heal the wound naturally nor does healing magic heal him. He can instead put himself back together again from any lost pieces or body parts from himself or other dead bodies.

Secondly he can see and interact with ghosts and other intangible beings that normal life forms cannot perceive.


Technology: The society he is from possesses a very advanced pseudo-magical state of technology. Despite having access to an advanced state of mechanical engineering they were at about a renaissance stage of medical science and computers are basically non-existent to them. In addition they utilize a variety of magical metals, the most commonly used being orichalcum which they use as wires to transmit magical energy to their various techno-magical devices. They used to wield an advanced array of alchemical knowledge and some of the finest magic universities in the realm called Tiatha home.

The last and most prominent invention of the great empire was the Empowerment Gem. The Empowerment gem could grant a nearly endless multitude of qualities to any structure, device or item it is socketed in. Furthermore these gems could grant these qualities to the wielder of said items they were socketed in, capable of transforming even a lowly peasant into a mythical hero of both might and magical prowess. These improvement's would only last so long as the gem remained socketed to the item and the item on it's user's person. Actual skills could be learned while using the skill gems but once removed the vast well of information disappears, leaving a person with only what he or she experienced while using it.

It was the ease with which these Empowerment Gems could be removed and replaced with other gems that made them so widely used. The wealthy would carry dimensional pockets loaded with piles of these gems, adorned head to toe with various types of jewelry which they would gem depending on the circumstance. If they wanted to cast magic they would deck themselves out with Empowerment Gems granting them the needed magical essence and many life times worth of magical knowledge in an instant. If one was cooking he or she could pop in a set of Empowerment gems gifting it's user with a natural talent for cooking and an extensive knowledge of every single culinary food item known to the empire. For combat, Empowerment gems to grant oneself the spirit and strength of a warrior as well as a mastery of all weapons. If anything was possible for someone to do, there was a gem that could do it. Very few people actually knew how these gems were made. They weren't telling anyone back then and they are most certainly not telling anyone now. The process of creating the Empowerment Gems was a very closely guarded secret.

Pravus has used Empowerment gems in the past but at the point of crossing the gate he possesses none.


Skills:

- Pravus has served in the Tiathan military for twenty years as a front row spear man. This has made him a veteran when it comes to combat.

- Pravus knows a great deal about human anatomy and disease given how much of it he has seen working as a mortician.

- Pravus possesses a fair knowledge of chemistry. He learned much about which chemicals he was working with when preparing bodies for burial.

- Pravus has learned various burial rights as a result of all the funerals he has attended. He has had a long time to practice them in his service in undeath.


Proficiency:

- Pravus can be a quick learner.


[Back-story]

Father: Gravitius the Grave Tender of Sed

Mother: Vitalis of Sed

Connections and Affiliations: The Imperial Army.

History:

Pravus was born into a family who's family business was preparing bodies for burial, burying them and tending to the graves forever after. It was his father's profession, his father's father's profession and every father of his family for many generations. It was expected that Pravus become a Grave Tender as well when he becomes old enough to. Every day his father taught him the trade, preparing him for the time when he would pass the family shovel down to him. Interesting thing about Pravus was that he was gifted. He could see ghosts as well as other spirits lingering in the material plane. His whole family thought him strange for talking to seemingly nothing most of the time. Instead of socializing and having fun like the rest of the kids he would go out into the graveyards and converse with the dead, fascinated by the tales they had to tell.

Now this may all point to how he'd be ideal for becoming a Grave Tender but it all lead to him looking out towards a very different path. Out of all the dead he listened to, the ones with the most fascinating were the ones of soldiers out in the fields of battle. He always wanted to see a battle from their point of view. Him and his father had many heated arguments over the matter. Pravus was determined to be a soldier but his father was adamant about him becoming a Grave Tender. When he was twelve years old, old enough to join the army, on one fateful evening Pravus and his father had one of their more unpleasant arguments. The last words he had shouted at his father were "I'm leaving this accursed household forever! May your health falter in the years to come!". He left his home and ran off to the recruitment center in Sed that night. After signing some forms they directed him to the Traveling Stone and he was instantly ported thousands of miles away to a Tiathan military barracks.

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There he trained hard both physically and mentally. He took rather quickly to the information they had to offer, quickly climbing to become one of the top students of his class. He was honed until he became the ideal soldier. After successfully passing his training course he was assigned to be the one of the foremost spear men of his legion. Of course most of the soldiers in his legion were all new to true combat, just like him, so they were picked less over the veteran legions. Eventually after proving their mettle in some skirmishes his legion was assigned to a general who was promoted rather recently but showed promise. General Atus took the legion to the snowy wilderness's to the north where the barbarian kingdom of Ru'ul stood and promptly invaded it.

The employment period of a soldier in the Tiathan army was twenty years, no more, no less. During that period each soldier receives a monthly salary as well as having the costs for eating and equipping covered by the imperial taxes. Pravus spent pretty much that entire time fighting in the cold northern woods of Ru'ul. Walking fifty miles on a typical day, more if haste was needed and constantly cutting down trees to make temporary fortifications for each night. Pravus fought seemingly endless hordes of wild men wielding primitive weapons and bolstered by druidic magic. Some of the Ru'ulian armies would call upon all sorts of tamed beasts, from worgs and war bears to mammoths and dragons.

His legion's odds were stacked against them but they had something to even the playing field: Some of the first Empowerment Gems. The reason this new general was given these rather green troops was because he would be the first to test what was a completely new magical invention. Each of them had been equipped with several prototype combat Empowerment Gems to see how they would function in combat. They worked brilliantly, giving General Atus and his men strategic victory after victory, crushing the forces of Ru'ul under heel as his forces conquered the lands in the name of their glorious empire. In these twenty years the Empowerment gems would become universally used throughout the Tiathan army before getting the green light to be released for civilian use.

Twenty long years Pravus fought, using the Empowerment Gems they gave him. In some ways he had become somewhat bitter, disappointed that all his greatest victories were won using the knowledge and power granted to him by special gems rather than by his own skill. He never got to know just how good he truly was at fighting in all the battles they fought. Though disappointed as he was Pravus was not totally disenchanted with the whole experience. He was still happy to have seen so many odd sights and unfamiliar settings. He was thankful for the memories of getting to do battle with strange and unusual monsters and witnessing the effects of foreign magical practitioners. The wealth of loot they plundered from these villages made him quite rich indeed. Now that his term of service was over Pravus could retire with the cash he collected over the years. He couldn't keep the Empowerment Gems because they technically belonged to the military but he wasn't so attached to them anyways. He decided he would return back to his home city. He was homesick and though he had plenty of bad memories from there he also had many good ones. The nostalgic sight of his city would be a welcome sight indeed He thought. Oh, how things had changed.

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He returned home greeted by a lonely widow. His sisters had all gone off and started their own careers and some had even gotten married. The only person left to look after his childhood home was his mother. His father had died of a painful illness of the lungs about five years back. This news hurt Pravus down to his very core. In a way he felt it all his fault as he had wished this upon his father so long ago. His anger towards his father that he felt on the day he left had whittled away as he grew more mature while serving the legion. He regretted what he had said that faithful day. It tormented him in his dreams and in every thought of every waking hour. He spent several days mourning his fathers death, the guilt refusing to leave him. In the end there was only one way he could possibly stem the guilt. He went and took up his fathers shovel. He became the Grave Tender his father always wanted him to be, continuing the family tradition.

The city of Sed had changed greatly as well since his absence. Empowerment Gems had become the height of fashion, everyone trying to get their hands on whatever gems they can for the sake of having one. They were both a tool and a fashion commodity now, something he never really got. Then again, being a Grave Tender meant he wasn't expected to be seen in public much anyways. Almost no one wanted the title of "Grave Tender's friend". Of course, they all might of fared better had they been his friend when the sickness came.

Pravus was the only person who saw it coming. A black cloud was rapidly traveling towards Sed. By the time he saw what it really was it was too late. The black cloud was in fact millions upon millions of dark spirits, their twisted black skeletal forms howling curses towards everyone. He tried to warn them. He told everyone to flee the city as fast as he could but no one believed him. No one could see the cloud he was seeing and simply believed him to be deranged. Pravus could only take cover as it swept through the city, infecting everyone with a deadly plague overnight. It devastated the city, the whole populace was in a massive panic. Pandemonium swept through the streets, people were looting stores and running for the Traveling Stones. It was to many a victim's dismay when they arrived only to find every other city in the exact same state. The whole empire of Tiatha was suddenly struck by this devastating illness. All the plants and wildlife were dying as were the people. Interestingly though the spirits seemed particularly drawn to those who carried Empowerment Gems on them. Pravus had no gems on him so on the night the disease hit he was passed over by the howling dark spirits virulent touch.

As the disease progressed all the streets and buildings were homes to literal piles of corpses. It became nearly impossible to walk through the city without stepping on an infected body. Pravus and a few other people who had stronger immune systems banded together to do something about the rampant amounts of death and infection in the streets. The small few who were still healthy enough built him a suit that would allow him to go gather bodies and perform the proper burial rights for them. It was Pravus's vigil and he would carry it out, even if it meant burying every single member of this entire city. He put on his plague suit and accompanied by the few noble souls who remained to aid their city he gathered bodies in a large wagon, taking large stacks of bodies from the streets and burying them in mass graves before saying the appropriate funeral rights for this situation. Interesting note is that there was a funeral right written specifically for people who died from a large plague and had to be buried in a mass grave. One of his followers would carry a bell, ringing it loud and clear while announcing for everyone to "Bring out your dead!" to everyone who was still alive so that they could bring out the bodies for them to take.

For the months to come Pravus worked hard burying all those who had died to the dark spirits touch. Many of his assistants died from becoming infected after handling some of the bodies. No matter how cautious they all were when handling the dead it was impossible to avoid infection for too long. He buried his treasured helpers in single marked graves, a way for him to honor them for their service by allowing them to be remembered and putting their souls to rest. Pravus never once doubted his duty, even when he had to bury his sisters and finally his poor widow of a mother. He bore the sorrow for that was his purpose in life. His selfishness had cost his father his life. He would not betray the duty of a Grave Tender and forsake his only way to serve penance for what he had done. He continued to bury the dead, even when he was the only one left alive to do it.

As winter came even Pravus himself eventually became ill with the infection. Even as protected as he was from it, not even he was exempt from the all consuming plague. Even as his health began to fail he continued to bury Sed's dead and say their prayers. Eventually he became so ill that he could no longer physically walk. When it became obvious that his end had come he decided he needed to accept one last responsibility. He managed to crawl his way up the graveyard until he came up to a hill with a small dead tree on top. He sat himself against the tree and watched the sun set across a graveyard that stretched farther than the eye could see. He could feel a sorrow greater than anyone in the history of Tiatha ever could. He felt the sorrow of having been chosen to witness the death of all life in the whole empire of Tiatha, possibly the world. As the sun set, Pravus passed into the night.

of course, this story doesn't end here.

Pravus awoke. He doesn't know how or why but he was suddenly awake. At first he thought he was alive but that cheerful thought soon passed as soon as he observed that he couldn't feel any warmth. His blood no longer pumped through his veins, he felt no pain, no hunger, no need to breath, almost nothing at all. He realized what he had become. He was now a member of the living dead. But why? He pondered before he was stunned to see what stretched out before him. There were rows of colossal headstones so numerous these rows extended beyond what his eyes could see. Upon each of these headstones was the name of every single person who lived in the empire of Tiatha. The names were all etched out in the basic Tiathan alphabet. Who could of done this? Why did they bring me back? How much time has passed since I died? He wondered, questions now clogging his brain. With a sigh he resigned all the questions he had to simply sit unanswered for now. After all, he had a duty to uphold. There were still many bodies in the city that had yet to be buried so he got back to work. In the dead empire of Tiatha in the rotting city of Sed Pravus worked to make sure the dead were all properly respected, his eternal vigil.

At least, for a while...

So begins...

Pravus the Grave Tender's Story

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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...

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Prologue


"I am here, alone again."

Pravus spoke mostly to himself. He had an eternity left ahead of him and so many bodies to bury it would take him almost that long to do so. It made a certain sense that he'd start talking to himself. He wasn't going to have more interesting conversations with any of the bodies. In front of him the fresh dirt of his latest mass burial rested atop the many corpses below. With them many an Empowerment gem was buried. If it was in their possession then he had no right to take it from them. Robbing the dead, a practice strictly forbidden in the duty of a Grave Tender. He felt better off burying the gems anyways. They had drawn the dark spirits to each of these poor victims.

He peered out through his mask's glass eyes towards the horizon. The sun was beginning to set as it always does. As much as he would like to simply gather bodies and dig 'till he was done he was not the only thing that returned from death in this city. Some of the cities many dead did not sleep well and there was something about the air in Sed. It was still, more still than air had the right to be. No wind, not even a single breeze could be seen ever since he came back from death's embrace. It was as if even the air in this city was dead.


Pravus reminisced about the day he saw the spirits come. Looking out he estimated that they came from the direction of the imperial capital, Tiatha. I wonder if they swept through the heart of this empire like they did with us or if it originated there. A question worth answering one day but I cannot abandon my duty. I must bury the dead of this city and say my prayers for them so they can sleep. He started to make his way back home where he would hide from the larger more nocturnal aberrations the living dead have become until sunrise. The undead that roamed the streets of Sed at night would gather bodies, much like Pravus does, but instead of burying them they would eat them, growing larger and more deformed as they fed. He did not look forward to the day when he would need to put these creatures down and bury them, putting their souls and the souls of all those they consume at ease.

As he passed a large fenced of section of dirt he felt a pang of depression, one of the few feelings he could still feel. He knew that the fenced off area was once a rather gorgeous garden with exotic fruits, vegetables and vibrant flowers. It made him think about the good days. Back as a child when he could run through the streets without a care in the world. He would often pass this very garden. This nostalgia turned sour with the rotten flavor of reality as he heard a building's groan in the distance. Things were stirring.


I understand that I must honor my father's wishes in being a Grave Tender but this task I set myself up for is impossible. Yes, I have an infinite amount of time to live and bury the dead so that they may rest but what happens after I've buried them all? I cannot bury myself. I could dig a grave and lay in it but it would become the only open grave I've never tended to. Should I end my time here in that grave then who would say prayers for me so that my soul could leave this world in peace? It cannot be done. If only... If only there were somebody, anybody who was still alive. I could pass on after burying this empire of the dead and leave that person the burden of tending my grave so that this horrible land could be erased from history and slip into the serenity of nothingness. His attention was stirred as he approached his childhood home.

"There is only me to answer me." He opened the front door to his home greeted not by his loving mother, father or even his other siblings. All that greeted him was silence, a blanket that fed on his very sanity day after day. He was especially careful to make sure nothing was watching him as he cautiously closed and locked the door behind him. He stepped into the kitchen, walking through a dead memory of a long lost happiness. He was about to practice reciting his burial rights in preparation for the next day when something stood out in the corner of his vision. Having seen his home and everything else basically undisturbed for decades seeing an alteration was like seeing a thumb where another finger should be on his hands.


Out his window down the street on the open dais by the travel office the circle overlooked by the traveling stone glowed. The arcane runes on the traveling stone had lit up with faint blue magic even though the wires that fueled it's magic were disconnected during the initial panic during the riots long ago. He was confused by this. How did the traveling stone reactivate? Where is it open to? He simply couldn't leave the sight alone. Normally he would have no reason to brave the streets at this late hour but the possibilities it presented were too fascinating to simply leave alone. If he didn't investigate now who knows how long it was going to last? He didn't want to find out and regret never finding out what was at the other end.

With a low creak he opened the door again, this time to step back out into the broken stone path. Due to the complete absence of nature here the road despite being many centuries old was in surprisingly decent condition. Nature had grown ill and died along with everything else in this land including the weather. There was nothing in these lands besides the undead which could cause any alteration to the imperial carcass. The only change that the strange force which ruled this land allowed was the passing of the sun and the moon. Perhaps those two celestial bodies were beyond even the dark spirit's touch. He had pondered such quandaries before but only speculating amounted to very little.

Quickly he made his way to the dais of the traveling stone. He spared no time as he was certain the glow of the magic would draw other undead like moths to a flame. With haste he stepped within the circle and placed his hand upon the face of the traveling stone. In an instant his body was consumed by a brilliant blue light and he was gone.

Far gone.



Six months later within the Kingdom of Londe


Pravus had traveled this land for quite some time. The abundance of life in these lands were a pleasant change from the dismal landscape of Tiatha. With the knowledge that not all was lost he continued in his solemn duty all the same but with a better light to see his situation in.

Having passed by the occasional village he has picked up a smattering of the local language. Though the company of the living was far more welcoming than the restless dead he still avoided civilization for the most part. More and more he found however that without some form of interaction with the native people of this land he would find it most difficult to resume performing burials. With that in mind he traveled to Beystead, a place which appeared to have an abundance of people. Even if the cities size was insignificant compared to the cities of Tiatha there had to be at least one person who could help him find where he may perform this morbid practice of his.



Present Day



He was traveling along the road into the city by foot, his shovel resting on his shoulder. His hat cast a thick shadow darkening all but the beak of his mask. Even through the shade he could see there was a scene developing out in the city square. From what he could observe a brawl had taken place, a number of the combatants of which were laying incapacitated. Beyond them were three fighters, one dressed well wielding a single sword while the other two were dressed in ratty attire with only one of them wielding swords.

The crowd of fleeing civilians soon passed him, leaving Pravus as the only one standing there. From a short distance he simply watched the fight, observing the outcome. He was not subtle in his audience. He stood out from the background like a horse standing in a lake, simply watching with it's head protruding out from the depths of the water. He did not care if he noticed him. To him what he thought about him was irrelevant to his interests. The young man's fighting style on the other hand had caught his eye. The veteran soldier in him silently judged his technique while he stood by waiting to see what becomes of this scene.

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The boy looked around the damaged caused by the criminals, it seemed to him that the two weren't the only ones who caused havoc. He saw one through the windows of a bakery and another two people dressed like them, lying on the ground. He tied the criminals together so that they won't escape again. The stoning is evident on their look. They would still swear under their breath. He clenched his teeth from frustration. "They got done bad, no wonder they're mad, they should still be treated with respect... They are to be killed... right?" He muttered to himself, feeling slightly sorry for the criminals. He thought what other lives they could have got if they didn't gone astray.

He continued looking around, helping some guards and civilians up on their feet, or lie them on the wall of a building if they can't get up. The boy noticed the crow masked man watching from a short distance. "Hey, you're a doctor right? Can you take a look at all this guys?" He called out to him as he pointed out to the injured people, including the criminals.

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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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Taethion bowed his head as he heard Asha introduce herself. "Nice to you meet you as well!" He spoke with a smile. Then Iator drew his attention as he spoke. "Oh no, not anytime soon, but I shall inform you if there will be one!" He laughed. He watched as the group seemed to deflate from the encounter. He too was about to lull of into comfort when suddenly he perked up. "Oh no!" "The other criminals!" "There is still three out there!" "I must quickly find them!" Taethion spoke out loud. "Sorry to have disturbed any of you but my task is not yet done." "Excuse me friends." Taethion spoke as he quickly walked from the gathering.

He went off to make sure this business is done with but to his surprise he heard no more ruckus. "Oh no have they fled?" Taethion had thought. He would walk few steps to come across a new sight. The criminals that had been vanquished where tied up. Well it seemed someone else had completed the work he had set out to do. Not too far off where some guards, a boy, and a fellow in a strange attire. Something like a bird. "Well that's a relief." Taethion spoke. "You fellows must have done this right?" He spoke towards the boy and the mysterious man, not really addressing anyone.

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Pravus

He watched the young man going about seeing to securing the incapacitated men and helping out what appeared to be the guards of this city. The teenager addressed him but as was made quickly apparant he couldn't understand any word but "Hey."

The people he gestured to were injured but their injuries were mostly minor. The only really injured person was one guard who had suffered a sword wound to the intestines. Judging from the nature of the cut the man would need to see a healer soon before blood loss would get him. Needless to say Pravus was no healer. The people he tended to work with were usually long past the need for any form of doctor or healer.


Just as they were speaking down the street a blonde haired man clad in armor came dashing. He didn't seem to belong to the city guard but looked concerned over the commotion for a moment until it was evident that the younger man had it under control. The blonde haired warrior spoke to them in the lands native tongue. The details escaped him as the man spoke but it seemed to be phrased in the form of a question.

He was a foreigner so there was little to be done to hide the fact that he didn't really blend in. Still despite his lack of knowledge regarding their language they looked interesting enough. He would let the boy answer and listen, picking up any words he could recognize while he was there.

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Before anyone could do much anything else, a whole battalion of guards arrived. Quickly they rushed onto the scene. Orders were being barked to secure the area. Civilians and Guards injured during the riot were taken in to be examined by doctors. Other civilians were ushered along, telling them to go about conducting business as normal. As for the criminals they were being apprehended and were prepared to be transported off, so they can meet their sentence. Although their other top priority was to investigate the cause of this uprising. The only suspects are these strange folk that happened to stop said uprising.

A guard adorned in better clothing, a long cape, and some sort of badge signifying rank appeared amongst the rows of guards. "You three there," The captain spoke pointing to Iator, Gale, and Asha, "And you three over there!" His point shifted to Taethion, Adrian, and Pravus. "You are wanted for questioning regarding this incident!" "Now if you'll please follow us to the Jailhouse, we can do this quick and easy and have you released before long." "If you don't comply then we will have to be more forceful." "Now please just do as we say, I don't want any more trouble this day than any of you do." The Captain spoke his voice unwavering, showing his determination. The Guards surrounded the area cutting off any escape route. While they didn't want to fight, they were armed and are prepared to do what it takes.

Taethion

Taethion looked about and saw the City Guard preform their duties, but it would seem he is needed. They wished to question him and one to not seek violence where it is unneeded, conceded. "Yes of course!" "Whatever you need me to do to help you." Taethion spoke. "Thank you." The Captain responded. "Now please may the rest of you be this courteous and trust me it will be a painless experience." The Captain spoke expecting them to follow in suite.

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"Shouldn't be a problem," Gale said, pulling his hood over his eyes and heading along with them as he crammed his hands in his pockets. "Let's just hope we get this over with quickly." Damn guards won't get off my back today, he thought sourly, irritation settling behind his cooperative gesture. Doesn't look like there's any opening I can slip away through and I'm too drained to try and make a flight out of here. Just my luck.

Asha only made a silent nod in acknowledgement, following closely behind.

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The gnome grinned. "Glad to hear it." He watched Gale ask Asha to dinner with them. "Good! The more the merrier." Before they could move on, however, guards seemed to pour out from the wood works. Iator went along with them without a fight, his eye on Gale. "I've never been in a jailhouse before." He said to one of the guards. "Tell me, are they like what we have in the Vale? A separate home on a large plateau where those that have broken the law must live with others without leaving?"

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As the unusual people spoke a voice suddenly spoke over them all, footsteps following in it's wake. A man who's armor was evidently more decorated than the other guards armor was addressing six of them. As he spoke the other guards had made their way around, securing the area and blocking their escape.

Pravus couldn't understand what the man was saying but he wasn't a fool either. It was obvious that this was the town guard and they wanted him to follow. After all, he was at the scene of this battle and even though he didn't participate he was still a stranger. It was no doubt that he suspected him of something relating to this.

I knew the moment I'd set foot in a city I'd wind up in trouble like this He groaned in thought only. He was motionless and soundless for the duration that the person who he assumed was in command here was finished speaking. He moved over towards the badge adorned man, his own plated chain mail making a muffled clanking underneath his cloak as the chain links bounced to his footsteps before he stopped, standing a reasonable distance back. He'd wait until the man would either walk or have a guard escort him to the local jail.

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A lot of people started to gather at the place. One blonde man appeared. He seemed to know about the incident. He was followed by three people. A woman, a gnome, and one mysteriously cloaked man. Before he could make a conversation with them. An array of guards led by a captain appeared to take care of the scene, he wanted for all six of them to follow him for questioning. The boy thought it won't be a problem, he just has to answer honestly about what happened. He nonchalantly approached the guard captain, thinking its safe and no problem will occur.

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The Captain watched as the six individuals he asked for seem to cooperate, despite answering vocally or not. "Good, if you would all follow me, my men and I will escort you to the Jailhouse." The Captain gave a strange look to the small one as he raised an eyebrow, but ultimately ignored the comment. "Let's move out." He ordered his men as they helped push the six strangers along. The Captain lead them all into the Jailhouse. Inside it was dark and a bit damp in there. The Cells were mostly empty, save except for a few prisoners. They watched with curiosity as the six strangers were ushered into the stone walled building.

"Alright if you would all stand near the wall here, I shall get to questioning you shortly." The Captain spoke as he left for a moment. A few guards kept an eye on the group. The Captain's voice could be heard, giving new orders. Some where to remain outside, and the rest where dismissed. He returned and look towards the group. "Alright, I have some questions for you and I would ask you answer them truthfully and one at a time." "Now you in the armor what's your name?"

"Taethion sir." The Paladin spoke.
"And what is your business in Beystead, Taethion?"
"Well sir I was here to seek employment." "I travel about helping those in need." "I thought a city could use extra help."
"What is it that you do?" "Are you a mercenary?"
"No sir, I am a Paladin of the Order of Saint's Illumination." "I follow the creeds of Dedarius, Patron God of Saints." Taethion spoke.
"Oh, Religious man eh?" "I have heard of your Order before, quite along way from home aren't you?"
"Yes but you must know we are regularly sent out on missions to help others, do you?"
"Yes, your Order once helped a friend of mine." "Alright and what is your connection to this riot?"
"Well, I saw the men bounded and being prepared for execution." "I'm not quite sure what happened, I went into the Bakery and then suddenly I heard screams, I-"
"So you have no clue as to how they escaped?"
"None sir." "I just went to help out those who were in danger." "My friends and I subdued them so they wouldn't cause any more trouble."

The Captain nodded, "So you know these people?"
"Not very well, no, I just met them today." "I met her in the Bakery first and then the others during the fight."
"Weren't you fighting one of your so-called friends?"
"Well yes but I was confused, I had thought him a fugitive when I laid my eyes upon him." "But I was sorely mistaken."
"Yes I see." "Which one was he?"
"The one in the Hood."
"Yes, hm." "I heard something about magic being involved?"
"Yes magic was present at the fight, but no one was harmed or anything."
"Yes alright, which ones were responsible for that?" "The Hooded One?"
"Um, Yes and the fellow in the Hat."
"Alright, well that's all I needed to hear from you."
"So do I leave?"
"No, I'll release you when I am finished with the others."

He then went on to the others and asked them the same type of questions.

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Meanwhile, many Guardsmen and civilians were passing tale about what happened in the square. These rumors soon reached the ears of Randionalia Ashengrits. The Guards chattered near her. "Yes I heard they are exceptional swordsmen!" "Even fought the criminals without their swords!" "Yes I heard that!" "Wasn't one of them a monster?" "I'm not sure but I heard something like that." "Ah yes I did as well, didn't someone sprout wings?" "Actually I heard he sprouted blades." "I heard he turned into a boulder!" "A boulder!? How peculiar?" "Yes, what a freak!" "That wasn't the only one!" "I heard something about a boy with freakish strength." "Freakish strength you say?" "Do tell!" "I'm not sure but he helped a buddy of mine out, if it wasn't for him that criminal would have run him through!" "Really! Amazing!" "Yes, not to mention the bright light I saw." "What bright light?" "I don't know, looked like fire." "Fire? There's been no fires today!" "Well that's what I thought I saw." "Well what a day!" "I wish I could have seen it!" "I as well." They spoke.

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The Gnome was next in line to be questioned. It was times like these when he really felt like he was standing in a hole in the ground. The humans all around him nearly twice his height. Nevertheless, he smiled as he looked around at the jailhouse, eyeing the bars. Humans cage criminals like they do animals, interesting.

The captain approached him.

"And what is your name, sir?"
"Iator Legerdemain, at your service."
"And your business here?"
"I'd just arrived in town. I am a Prophet of Amenazor, here to spread good words and deeds."
"Another religious fellow? What is this, some conference?"
"Not that I know of, my good man."
"Right, well, what is your connection to this riot?"
"I arrived after the riot had already been quelled, I think. All I saw was a little scuffle between my friend here and the Paladin and girl with the sword."
"You don't know how this started either."
"Haven't a clue."
"What of the magic that Taethion mentioned?"
"Ah now that was me. I conjured a spell to halt the fighting between my friends. No harm done to any persons or property, I assure you."
"Well, as long as you weren't killing people."
"Hardly. I would hesitate even in self defense."
"Very well, wait here while I talk to the others."
"Of course."

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The guard came to him next with the same questions. He felt not the slightest bit nervous about this. He knew that there won't be any problem at all.

"What is your name kid?"
"Adrian Retter sir!"
"Are you alone?"
"Yes sir."
"What is your business here?"
"I came here to seek employment."
"Aren't you too young to hold a sword?"
"I don't think so sir."
"So, what is your connection to this riot."
"I don't know sir, I just came there after hearing loud shout and by the time I came there it was already a wreck."
"So you don't know either?"
"Yes sir."
"Where you the one who took care of that two?"
He said as he pointed out at the two criminals Adrian defeated.
"Yes sir."
"Where did you learned swordsmanship?"
"Um... is this questions related to the case?"
"Oh, sorry, I just got interested, that's all. You wait right there while I talk with the others."
"Yes sir."

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Randi sighed as she walked away from the king's throne room, she knew that despite her abilities there was no way she'd be able to retrieve the princess on her own. She also knew that none of her own men would be fit for the job, they were great assassins but they didn't have the skills to go on rescue missions. She sighed again as she passed a couple guards and heard a bit of idle gossip.

"Did you hear about the latest group of prisoners? I'm amazed the guards could capture them, I hear they're really powerful, some even use magic I heard."

"Yeah, but I also heard that they didn't do anything horrible themselves, I think it was a case of wrong place wrong time..."

Randi didn't stop to listen and their voices faded behind her. She'd heard enough. She headed to the jail.

"I'll be taking the newest batch of prisoners." She told the captain.

"W-What?" The guard stuttered in surprise and bowed in respect to Randi. "Miss Randi. Why would that be?"

"I have been asked by the King to get the princess back by any means necessary. I believe the prisoners would be of use to me on this job."

The guard hesitated, but after getting a look from Randi he bowed and said. "Of course Ma'am."

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The Captain shot up before he could question the last fellow in the leather garb. "Oh may I hadn't expected the leader of the King's Assassins to be here!" "I see you wish to use these men for the quest to save the Princess?" "Well I trust you know what your doing." The Captain turned from Randi's position and looked towards the six strangers. "Well then fellows, it looks like you've been given a great honor." "Miss Ashengrits doesn't pick just anyone for missions." "Looks like your all free to go." The Captain spoke as he turned away from them. "All yours ma'am." The Captain saluted her and then walked out of the jailhouse.

Taethion

The paladin was more than a bit surprised by the sudden arrival of the woman. It was clear these guards have great respect for her. She must be someone important. He heard her speak and she mentioned about getting the Princess back. Was she kidnapped? Taethion thought. If that's true then this is serious. Well if this woman wished to recruit him, then he sees no reason why he should turn her down.

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The gnome watched intently as the guards began to dismiss themselves and hand over the 'prisoners' to a new woman. He spoke to everyone and no one in particular. "Well, I suppose that went better than it could have. I wonder what this mission is? Amenazor works in mysterious ways indeed." He was definitely going to join this mission. It was too exciting not to.

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It was a rather confusing ordeal overall. After being led into the jail the authoritative figure questioned the others before a woman arrived and spoke with the man. After some conversation the man turned back to them and addressed them all once again. He managed to understand the word "Free."

As the person he supposed was the captain of these men left them in the company of the girl he was tempted to walk out since he assumed the man meant they were free to go but on the off-chance that the girl had more business with him he stayed and tried to understand what little of what they were saying that he could. With his shovel resting atop his pauldron he continued to stare at the young girl who seemed to command some authority through the eye sockets of his rather old mask.

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Randi looked at the six prisoners, her eyes hard as they always were but they were always startling and a little frightening at first to people. "Well, I have chosen you all to accompany me in this mission because I have heard of your abilities. But hearing isn't good enough for me. I need each of you to demonstrate to me what you have by either sparing with me or showing me in some other ways."

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Adrian was caught by surprise when an important looking girl arrived and commanded the guard to let her take them with her, but he is more surprised when he heard the princess of the kingdom was kidnapped by a dragon. The woman wanted to recruit them to help save the princess, and Adrian was more than willing enough to help. His kind heart could not possibly let himself decline such quest of saving the fair princess of a kingdom.

The girl started to talk about their ability and demonstration. Unsure of what to do, Adrian touched the floor and break the stone tiles with a punch. He stood back up and said. "Is it enough for a demonstration?" He said as he scratched the back of his head.

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"Not good enough for you, huh?" Gale snickered, leaning with his back against the wall as he folded his arms over his chest, a skeptical look in his eyes. "Looks like the little girl's got a big mouth."

Asha only gave a noncommittal shrug in response, waiting for the young woman to pick somebody to go first or for somebody else to volunteer.

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Taethion looked up to the woman as she asked for some sort of demonstration of their abilities. Well if she needed convincing to ensure she is picking the right team, then he will prove himself. He doesn't want to be left behind because he couldn't do something simple as that. He saw Adrian punch right through a stone floor, impressive. Taethion then stood before her. While he could show her combat skills, he decided to show her a more useful talent. Considering the people here, there is no shortage of warriors. "Alright then watch carefully." Taethion spoke as he took of his glove, showing his palm. He then drew his sword and placed the edge against his flesh. He took a deep breath and then made a very deep cut in his hand. He was bleeding profusely. He then muttered some words and a bright light seemed to shine from his palm. Then the wound magically sealed, completely healing.

"I can heal bigger wounds, not just on myself but I can heal wounds on other people." He spoke as he covered his hand with his glove. "I hope that can help you on your journey along with my swordsmanship." Taethion spoke as he stood away from Randi. He hoped that demonstration was adequate.

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Iator looked as the others jumped at the chance to show off their skills to this baby of an elf. He found it hilarious and was having trouble holding it in. He covered his mouth, trying his hardest to keep from laughing. The youngest of their group punched a hole in the ground and the paladin actually cut himself and healed it up in a second. The gnome swallowed his laughter and spoke up, "A show of prowess? Eh? Watch this."

He stood still, he did absolutely nothing with his hands. He spoke no words. For nearly 10 seconds, he stood in silence. Then he simply vanished. As he vanished, he appeared behind the girl and tugged on her sleeve. "Good enough?"

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Randi nodded to Adrian. "That is fine, thank you." She narrowed her eyes at Gale. "I can leave you here for the guards to do with as they please, remember that." Randi nodded to Thaethion, her eyebrow slightly raised, impressed. "A very useful skill, we will definitely be needing it." She glanced back at Iator, her eyes hard and cold but also narrowed at his obvious amusement to this situation. "Yes, that's fine."

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Pravus

The young girl stood before them and addressed them all. It appeared that she was trying to look intimidating and commanding but failed for a number of reasons.

#1: She was a foot shorter than him.
#2: He's seen things that human minds weren't meant to witness. Back in his home city as the undead were rising they had started to change themselves. Bodies feasting on bodies, the shape their forms took changing as they grew. These differences between each of the changes the undead in Sed had undergone were as numerous as they were revolting. Needless to say, he wasn't going to find himself cowed by this small bodied girl.


Each of the people there all performed demonstrations of their ability to the girl, one after another. Nothing he saw here surprised him in the slightest. Back in the war he served in the Ru'ulian's fielded capabilities just as numerous if not more so.

Inevitably all had demonstrated their talents to the girl. All except for Pravus. He still stood as the last two finished dueling each other. The room was rather silent as the girl who was judging turned to him last.

His tone was low, his voice was gruff and somewhat scratchy from the damage his throat had suffered from the dark plague which inevitably took his life. "I... Dig."

He spoke with a very thick accent, an accent which no one present would be able to identify. Most of how he learned to speak Londean was learned from a young village girl, probably just a little younger than the girl judging them seemed to be. For the brief time he had spent acclimating himself to this lively land he learned a few words so he could get by. There was not a single word he knew to describe anything close to combat so he went with the next most prominent skill of his. He didn't know what he was being tested for but he'd try to understand them if he could.