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One-Eyed Crow

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a character in “Ethia's Crusades”, as played by Phersu

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Kant King
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One-Eyed Crow
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Personal Information
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Full Name:
Kant King


Description:
A cannibal swordsman who goes by the title of the One-Eyed Crow.


Age:
21


Gender:
Male


Race/Main:
Human


Race/Sub:
Void Demon


Honorifics|Titles|Nicknames
*Bastard - Honorific.
Less of an actual honorific and more what most people call him.
*One-Eyed Crow - Title.
Given to him as he consumes the flesh of strong opponents who he kills, in belief that he will absorb their strength in doing so.
*Flesh Eater - Nickname.
What his friend calls him.



Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual.


Birthplace:
Ethaland

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Date of Birth:
December 19th, 2798


Marking|Tattoos|Piercings:
His one good eye is crimson red.

Height:
6'0"


Weight:
200 lbs


Physical Condition:
Muscular and strong, but not overly big. He is capable of moving fast and hitting hard.


Current Residence:
None. Traveling.


Former Residence:
Ethaland, Ethiafall.


Family/Relatives:
None alive.


Friends/Comrades:
Damian, his Void Demon.


Enemies:
Anyone he is hired to fight.


Rivals:
Rangers. He finds them all worthy opponents.


Organizations/Tribes/Clans:
*Freelance Mercenary
*Whoever pays the most


Former Affiliations:
*The Kingdom of Ethiafell


Disabilities:
Kant has Antisocial Personality Disorder, commonly referred to as psychopathy. He feels little to no empathy with other people, and no guilt or remorse in harming them in any way. His main goal is his own pleasure and gain, no matter who he has to step on.


Personality:
Kant is rough, and not just around the edges. He is blunt, brutal, and ruthless with a dark sense of humor. He will tell people what he wants, and take it if they don't give it to him. He womanizes, drinks, and fights with equal gusto.


Likes:
Women, booze, fighting, meat.


Dislikes:
Order, rules, nobles.


Psychological Condition:
Kant is most definitely insane, which his Antisocial Personality Disorder doesn't help with at all.


Alignment:



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Equipment
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:Attire:
His leather eye patch and leather leggings.


:Protection:
His gray metal pauldron and the leather glove he wears on his left hand.


:Weapon(s):
A bastard sword, also known as a hand-and-a-half sword which he easily swings with just one.


:Accessories/Misc:
He has a leather pouch bag slung around his waist, which he keeps various small items in.


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|Abilities|Traits|Racial|
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Swords - Kant is a very skilled swordsman, who can best even trained knights in combat with solely the skill he possesses with it. His style is very loose and fluid, and he definitely isn't above striking with his limbs while using it. He can deflect arrows with his ability, should he be facing the archer head on.

Hand-to-Hand - Kant also possesses some skill with straight on hand-to-hand combat, using his knees and elbows to strike with as well as his feet and fists.

Blood Magic - Kant has the ability to use Dark Magic, of the blood variety. He uses his own blood and others as a weapon and a shield, depending on the situation. There is a rumor that he had covered his entire body in a suit of blood armor once in a heated battle, although that remains to be seen as true.

Pain Tolerance - Kant's pain tolerance is, quite frankly, inhuman. He can take blows that would cause other men to pass out and keep fighting through it.

Strength - Kant possesses above average strength, useful for any number of things.





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Current History
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Kant has been working as a mercenary for Elves, Orcs, and Humans alike with money as his goal. He has been fighting in small and large battles, merely killing whoever his employer tells him to.



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Past History
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Kant King was born of a common whore and a nobleman, whose names he hasn't even bothered to remember. His father took in Kant and his mother, then promptly ignored their existence. Rather, everyone ignored their existence. Kant's father hid them out of shame for his own deeds, his legitimate children bullying Kant and harassing his mother whenever they could.

Kant's first, last, and only friend was Damien, a demon who slipped through the cracks in his mind caused by Kant's latent insanity. This demon befriended Kant and the two formed a symbiotic relationship, feeding one another so they could both grow in power. Kant soon became obsessed with blood magic, which he hid from his so called family as Damien instructed him in the ways of it as well as the sword.

This culminated in the complete massacre of the King family, aside from Kant, when he turned eighteen. The entire ordeal was swept under the rug, including Kant's existence and the tattered state of the corpses. They had large chunks missing from them with teeth marks.

And so born was the One-Eyed Crow.

So begins...

One-Eyed Crow's Story

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The man named the One-Eyed Crow, Kant King, was currently sprawled out in a back alley with his sword laying by his side and what felt like hammers slamming around in his head. He wasn't laying back there because he was mugged and left for dead, or because he was too poor to afford a room at an inn. Quite frankly, Kant was laying there simply because....

If you're too drunk to even make it back to your room, you've had too much to drink. A snarky voice in his head commented. It wasn't his own, but that fact didn't seem odd to him. The voice seemed spot on, really. It would be odd if it wasn't jabbering away in his head. That would just be peculiar to Kant.

But yes, that would indeed be the case. Kant had a wee bit too much to drink, and the next thing he knew he was waking up just before dawn in a back alley in the city of Ethany with a light snowfall beginning to cloak him. Damn, he finally realized. He was freezing. Also starving. He let out a groan that bordered on growl as he forced himself up and grabbed his bastard sword, using it to steady himself a bit.

He wandered this way for a whiles before the smell of cooking fish wafted through the air to reach his eager nose. Salmon? He was pretty sure it was salmon. He started to head that-a-way, following the scent drifting in the air until he finally reached a market stall stationed outside a house. He could definitely smell fish cooking inside, but it appeared not to be out for sale quite yet.

"Well bugger that. I'm starving," Kant said to no one in particular, grasping his sword in preparation to raid the house. It was almost as if he was oblivious to the fact he was in a populated city, which no doubt had guards.

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Stephen Kane left the blacksmith's shop, sheathing his Saxe knife in his double scabbard. He walked along the cobblestones, heading east. Ahead of him he could see the clouds turning purple and the horizon looked as if blood poured over it. It was still dark over the city from the shadow of hills that the sun had not yet transcended, yet there was still plenty of light to see now. To his left, reaching far into the sky and grazing the clouds, towering over Ethany were the Avasete Mountains, purple in the dawn's light. He breathed in the crisp and cool mountain air, it burned his nostrils and cooled his lungs, but felt great nonetheless. He began walking again through the massive city that was the capital of Ethiafell. Soon, he reached the house that had smelled of Salmon, and he noticed someone outside... Someone vaguely familiar. He saw him ready his bastard sword, still turned towards the house. Of course, the man wouldn't have noticed a Ranger, with his silent and graceful walking that made no noise even on the cobblestone street.

In a swift and fluid motion, his bow was off his back, in his hand, and an arrow was nocked. "Halt!" Stephen's voice boomed with authority. Five years of training as an elite in the military didn't make you someone afraid of using authority. Stephen prefered not to use it, but it was within his job to protect civilians, and this looked like a burglary... Then he realized it. That sword.

"You." Stephen Kane said, his gaze darkening.

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Uh-oh, busted. Should've thought twice about this course of action.

"Shut up...." Kant muttered under his breath, turning to face the man who had stopped his quest to satisfy his hunger. His expression upon facing Stephen was a grimace, annoyed that he had been interrupted and ready to show his displeasure physically. That face rapidly vanished, being replaced by one of mild surprise and, then, joy. He grinned wolfishly, baring his oddly pointy teeth as he looked at Stephen.

"Look at that! A ranger, in the capital? Shouldn't you be off skulking around some backwoods farm, pretending to defend the kingdom?" He sneered, openly mocking the ranger before him. He had definitely met this one in particular before, but damn if he could remember his name. Why should he? Waste of time to memorize the name of a cowardly archer who would end up dead by the hands of some Orc or Elf. Or perhaps by his own. Not that it particularly mattered either, as he didn't name his meals.

"Now hows about you lower that arrow and I won't have to cut your hands off...."

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Stephen Kane ignored the insult, but still raised an eyebrow at Kant. "Oh, mortal life is so fragile and frail. No matter how strong you are, an arrow in between the eyes will end your time in Drazlia. Do not move from that spot. The remark about losing his hands made Stephen's eyebrows knit together. You... He thought. I know you, but from where...?

Then it clicked. "You're that freak!" He exclaimed louder than intended. "You tried to eat Eluard, and you also said something about my young meat being more tender." He faked a gag. He shook his head. "I'd end your life right here, but sadly I can't shoot you unprovoked in the city. Luckily for me, your sword is drawn, that counts as provocation." He smirked at the bastard sword. "Now I'm presenting you with two options. Firstly, sheathe your weapon and live to fight another day. I'll be going to the central woods tomorrow, maybe we'd see each other again and settle things." He shrugged a shoulder. "Or, you can not stand down, and I can put a shaft in each of your eyes."

(OOC: I'm serious here, if you haven't watched this yet, you need to. Ranger's archery abilities are no joke.)

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(OOC: Someone showed me it before, maybe you, and I know. But think of it like this....Kant is every bit as good of a swordsman as Stephen is an archer. That's what makes it so fun.)

"Did I really?" Kant asked, looking genuinely thoughtful. He mulled it over in his head, but kept drawing blanks. He had ran into Ranger's before, and most definitely came to blows with them a few times. But bugger all if he could remember an individual amongst them. All looked the same, really, with their peculiar cloaks and bows. Not to mention their blasted skill with those things. Not that Kant couldn't hold his own, but he had trouble when it came to more than one of them.

You were drunk then too. Don't worry, I have your back. I remember him.

"You do? Great! Who is he?" Kant asked, having a rather audible conversation with the voice in his head. The fact it was a demon speaking instead of just himself probably didn't make it any less weird.

He was that ranger with Eluard.

"He just said that."

I thought maybe you didn't hear.

"Cheh...." Kant scoffed, scratching his unruly white hair. Fat lot of good Damien was. He let the tip of his blade touch the ground, considering what to do next. Fighting sounded like fun, sure, but he was also really hungry. He could just kill the Ranger and then eat him, but he wanted food now.

"Got any grub on ya?"

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Latter sat plump in the back alley. The floor was dirty and covered in excrements that filled his nose with putrid, and so another night he went sleepless because where his life had left him. Lifting carefully to only touch the dry parts of the ground, Latter carefully tread his way out of the space between buildings; the buildings that seemed average to humans towered over the Irah, him not even being tall among his own people. As he came out to the still and slumbering mass that is Ethany, he looked at the beautiful morn sky, and how he did love the crisp, thin air in what he preferred to simply call the early. He thought to myself how the early always saved him from feeling despair. Life is never all bad, there is always a silver lining, and a slight smirk came across his face as he patted dirt off his clothes that once were a fine make.

Suddenly, out of the keeness of his ear, he heard a strange voice speek.

"Look at that! A ranger, in the capital?..."

Oh how Latter loathed rangers and loved people who opposed them. He quickly and silently rounded a corner and saw two men, a ranger with a drawn bow and a man with a drawn sword. What a shit! No one has reflexes faster than an arrow!, but then Latter had an idea. Without making a noise, he snuck right up to the ranger, knowing that since they are focused it would be more than easy to get close, and looked for salvage from the easy target and fool of a ranger. Then, when the sun hit it right, a gleaming Saxe knife, and Latter and decided then. With expert precision he slowly slid the Saxe knife out of the sheathe, and then he looked up for results.

" You tried to eat Eluard, and you also said something about my young meat being more..."

What a wretched soul, yuk, but success!

Latter ran off with an unnatural lack of noise, knowing the two men would not notice, and did not stop to inspect his prize until he was a good distance away. However, out of the darkness, a man ran out and snatched the knife, but Latter was no child as the man thought and his reputation of a person that could hold his own. From Latter's hand, fire jutted out at the man's mid-sprint feet and curved up like a striking snake, and it began to spin, forming a shell around the man. He did not stop there, and he rose the spinning inferno a hundred feet in the air before it dissipated, rising well over the buildings.

When the fire finally disappeared, the thief laid untouched but shook up, and Latter simply walked up took the knife out of the man's scared and petrified fingers.

"You're not quite a master thief yet, but you're getting warmer," Latter said chuckling ah e walked away. But then he cursed under his breathe, that kind of show was noticeable from afar. Latter began his down into the deeps of the city with his prize in hand once more.

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Latter walked about ten steps into the deeper part of the city before his knees buckled beneath him, and he suddenly felt his body drained. Falling to the floor, he cut himself on the acute sharpness of his new knife, and he cursed himself at his new predicament. Now he was too tired to run away, obviously in the need to get away from that display, and no doubt the ranger was intelligent enough to notice something he trained with simply gone. So, knowing the deductive power of the rangers, even the obviously young and novice ones, Latter had to hide, and now Latter basically said Hey Mr.Ranger! Come execute me!. Latter, sitting like a duck ripe for the taking, waited and prayed; prayed less for the reason of not getting caught and praying more from the reason of wanting mercy when he got caught.

"Damn spells and damn the energy they require! Most of all, damn you little legs! Damn you most of all!"

Latter waited.

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Stephen Kane lowered his bow and put his arrow back in his quiver, when Kant lowered his sword. "No, I don't have any food. I was actually coming here because this appears to be a..." His voice trailed off and he was aware of a sudden lightness around his waist, one that had been there for about a week, and went away today. It was an uncomfortable lightness. His Saxe knife was missing. Seph whirled around, his cloak flapping around him, just in time to see a plume of fire jut out of a nearby alley. He turned to look at Kant, then turned his head back into the alley. Well, Kant hadn't committed a crime in the city, and what he had against the man was a personal grudge, but duty came first and he had to inspect the fire. He hurried off, his light feet hardly making a sound and his cloak trailing behind him.
"... Damn you most of all!" He heard, and right as he turned into the alley, he saw a young Elf, no a Tellem, laying on the floor. As Seph took in the sight, something glinted, catching Seph's eye. He saw his Saxe knife, and there was blood on the edge.

"Furcifer!" Seph exclaimed in the Ancient Tongue. He approached the Tellem, shaking his head. Honestly... He thought. "You must not be too bright, thinking you can steal from a Ranger and not get caught. If you need a knife, boy, steal from a butcher or a town guard."

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Latter was sure now. He was dead.

He looked up at the Ranger, strangely more intimidating now that he was being towered over by him, and he thought heard the man make a remark about stealing from a butcher or some none-sense; Latter was exhausted and, since he thought he was going to die anyways, did not care to listen to his cracks at his skills. Maybe he was right, thought Latter, I really should have been more intelligent than to let shiny things take my fancy, or to simply use a less ostentatious spell. He strained his weary brain for a way out, any way, and to just survive punishment. Desperate and rather wanting his head attached very much attached to his body, he decided graveling would flatter him.

"I will ma-... make you a deal." By the God he was tired!

"I will follow you as a... a... squire? Servant? What the ever you rangers want. Please, my merciful, uh, highly worship worthy? I guess. Just do not kill me. I will pay you for the crime I have done in... in... in... service."

Latter's head drooped and his eyes became hazy, and no doubt he would pass out soon.

"Please, m-master, I do not want to wake up dead..."

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Kant watched with barely concealed amusement as the ranger ran after the would-be thief, biting back a snicker. He had to see how this was going to play out. He trotted after the ranger slowly, despite Damien's warnings.

He was going to let you go! Now you're chasing him? What the hell is wrong with you?! The voice raged in his head, unable to contain it's anger at his stupidity. He definitely could hear a sigh in his head, resigned to just watch it through as Damien had no choice in the matter.

"Lots," Kant commented sarcastically, rounding the corner just in time to hear what the little thief was saying. A squire? A servant? That would be very interesting. He lifted his blade up smoothly, taking a rather relaxed posed with it in one hand. He whistled at the two to get their attention, pointing the rather large blade at Stephen.

"Deal, little guy. I'll save your arse from the big bad ranger in return for your eternal servitude," He said, his wolfish grin even more menacing now.

"Ready to dance?"

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Stephen Kane raised an eyebrow at Latter. Seph was not cruel, he had no plans to kill the Tellem. Before he started begging for his life, Seph might have had a little respect for him. He was good enough to take something from him without Seph noticing right away. Not a lot of people have that skill. "I have no need for a sla-"

"Deal, little guy. I'll save your arse from the big bad ranger in return for your eternal servitude," The man with the bastard sword said, showing him a toothy malevolent grin. "Ready to dance?"

Quickly thinking, Stephen pulled out his only explosive arrow from his quiver, strung it, and aimed for the sky. "You take one step towards us, and this arrow flies up and boom I signal the whole city guard onto this block." He said. He squinted at the One-Eyed Crow, knowing if he did shoot that arrow, it would be at least ten minutes before any guards got here, maybe twenty until enough to overpower him would be here. The alley was too small for archery, so if he shot his arrow he'd have to drop the bow right after and draw his knives, and defend himself against the bastard sword. It wouldn't be impossible, in fact he'd trained for situations like this before, but it wouldn't be fun. He looked sideways at the Tellem. "Don't move and you won't be in trouble." He said, then looked back to Kant, waiting for his move.

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The last of consciousness was leaving Latter when he saw the scene being played out in front of him.

The cannibal? He thought it would be easier to escape or sneak away from the shirtless man, but how could he sleep. One minute he would be laying down to take a nice nap, then next thing you know he would be slow roasting above a fire; either way he did not want to be alone at the least with the man. However, he did not know if he could take going back to a life of law and serve under a good doer, and he really wanted that knife. Either way, he would not be able to be awake for the ending to this chapter, exhaustion was finally taking him, but that was concerning considering he just thought of the whole 'roasting over a fire thing'.

"Whoever wins, better be willing to carry me." Latter slumped over in a light sleep, in fact more of a heavy daze.

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"Go ahead then, ranger. We both know it'll take them a while to get here. Plenty of time to beat you, grab the little guy, and scram," Kant said, his red eye flashing maliciously at Stephen. He was fully aware that it would take them time to get here, and that they would have trouble ganging up on him in such a small alley. Even if they did arrive sooner than anticipated, they'd still have to come at him individually or in pairs. He knew he could handle that, at least for a little while.

Still. Better safe than sorry.

"Aye," Kant acceded, lowing his sword to his left palm. He cut deep enough to draw a good amount of blood, but not so deep as to ruin his control with that hand, before returning to a ready stance. He inhaled deeply, tensing his muscles, and then charged. He threw his bloody left hand out, a streak of jagged blood controlled by his magic flying towards the explosive arrow with Kant right behind it.

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Stephen Kane watched helplessly as the One-Eyed Crow sliced open his palm, and scarlet blood welled up from inside. He barely had time to think on what had happened when the man charged. It would take about five full seconds to close the gap between them, and right as he took a step towards him, Seph changed his aim, and let an arrow fly.

He had shot an explosive arrow at the center point of a wall next to them, about three feet away from them both, Kant on one side of the explosion, Seph on the other. The explosion wasn't a fireball, but instead crumpled the wall, throwing chunks of stone, and leaving a cloud of dust in the air. The concussive force of the blast wave staggered Seph back a few feet, and he fell on his backside. His ears rang from the resounding bang that now echoed throughout the nearby Avasete Mountains.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...

Then, Stephen sprung to his feet. He would probably recover a slight bit faster than Kant, because he expected the blast, and the One-Eyed Crow would have been taken by surprise, but he couldn't see the man through the cloud of light brown dust that floated in the alley like fog. He slung his bow over his back, sticking his arm between the bow and the bowstring, and moving it over his head so that the actual bow was on his back and the bowstring went diagonal across his chest.

He looked down at the Tellem, laying there unconscious. Sighing, he slipped his arms under the Tellem, and lifted him. He was not extremely heavy so Seph could carry him well, and he weighed a bit less than Seph, but still holding him would slow him down quite a bit. Without looking back, Seph ran to the opposite side of the alley as they had all entered and burst out into the street. The sun was now visible in the horizon, and there were a few people on the street. Good. Maybe that would make the One-Eyed Crow not follow him.

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The ranger's plan was rather brilliant, especially considering how fast he thought of it under pressure. It seemed to hinge on one central pillar, however, which ultimately brought Stephen's entire plan crashing down just like the wall. That pillar would be Kant's reaction. It all hinged on Kant having what is commonly referred to as a self-preservation instinct. This would cause the crashing wall to cause him to hesitate, and the surrounding people would make him give up the chase entirely.

Kant didn't really have that, though.

His crimson eye glowed briefly in the dust cloud before his form appeared, leaping out of the ruins of the wall as he continued to chase after Stephen and the would-be thief. His mind barely registered the fact that there were other people around, his body a well trained blur as he lunged after the ranger with his bastard sword slashing down from above at him. He didn't even care about the thief at this point. He'd cut them both in half.

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Latter was falling in and out of a fuzzy world when before he gained consciousness again. The last thing he remembered before falling into his hazy state was where a battle was about to break out from two people he was going to steal from, What a morning!, but then his world went into a blur. The next time he opened his eyes all he caught an image of flying mortar from buildings and a dazed cannibal that was just as confused as him, yet he seemed to lose his hold on the world while going in an upward movement, although he did not see how that was possible. When he finally opened up his eyes for what he thought was for good, he saw that he was in the arms of the ranger flying down a street, into a crowd and away from smoke; he looked down at the blur of moving ground and the swift, long feet striking the ground to bring them onwards. Damn you tiny feet! You will never be that good! Latter lifted his drowsy and droopy head to look over the ranger's shoulder, and then terror went down his spine as he saw the cannibal lunging at their back with a sword. Latter reacted the only way he could think of.

"Retusum." He said the spell words with a sluggish flick of his chin. The spell was commonly known as simply blunt.

As if he had ran his head into an invisible wall, a thud sounded out as the cannibal snapped his head back, taking a blow to the forehead, and his feet kept going while his head lurched back, eventually causing him to fall on his arse. Latter smiled at the scene, but he had used magic to a dangerous magic, although a week spell that would not have been as effective if not for the cannibal's momentum, used more so people think they ran into an invisible force. All the energy he had left was gone, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as darkness took him for sleep. His last thought was The ranger will probably think he tripped, so Latter blacked out smiling.

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Kant! Sanguinis Sagitta! The voice in his head yelled, the tone much more urgent than it had been before. All sarcasm had left it's words, and Kant knew what that meant. His body had been ruthlessly trained by that voice, and he didn't even need to consider acting on its words. His body merely did as it was told to.

"SANGUINIS SAGITTA!" Kant barked, the words of power forcing the blood flowing from his palm to shoot forward in the fashion of an arrow. The force he put into the spell stopped him in midair and even pushed him back a bit. He managed to land deftly on his feet, barely stopping himself before he collapsed. The arrow flew forward before shattering against an invisible wall, at which point Kant knew why the voice had warned him.

Still, his palm stung and his body felt a bit lighter from the blood that had been drained from him. He doubted he had much more blood magic usage in him, or any magic at all for that matter. He'd settle this solely with the sword if he could.

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Stephen Kane was running down the center of the street, people parting way for him, and he would hope that he could outrun The One-Eyed Crow due to having a smaller body. He probably would have too, if he weren't carrying the Whittler.
"Retusum." He heard Latter mumble. He recognized the word to be of the Ancient Tongue. So Latter was a mage! That explained the fire earlier. He looked down at the Tellem as he was running, but before he could open his mouth to say a word, the Tellem had fallen back out of consciousness, and he heard a loud crash behind him like the sound of broken glass. He looked over his shoulder as he was running, to see Kant collapse and shards of tiny red crystals in the air all around him, dropping like pellets of sand.
"Blood Mage!" Cried an onlooker.
"Heretic!" Shouted another.
Seph got the feeling that an angry mob would form around Kant, if they weren't afraid of his magic, so instead they kept their distance and hurled insults. Seph had not quit running, however, and kept his pace for many blocks.

Thirty minutes had passed since he'd last seen the Blood Mage, and Seph finally was able to rest. He'd made it to an inn where he could let the Tellem rest until he regained consciousness. After paying the innkeeper some gold, he laid Latter down on a bed, and he sat in a chair in the corner of the room, going completely still and silent. There he hung in the darkness of the dim room until the Tellem would awaken.

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Kant roared at the people around him, unable to chase after Stephen through the mob. Not that he would be able to move that fast even without them, given his blood loss. A wicked idea formed in his head, however, only moments after Stephen moved out of sight. So many people around him. People rangers were dedicated to protect. He wanted to finish this with Stephen, and he had the perfect idea how to do so.

Seriously?

"You're coming with me," Kant said to a young lass who was near the front of the crowd, unsure of what was going on. His rough hand grasped her by the scruff of the neck before she could flee. The people gasp and seemed as if they were about to move forward to rescue her, but Kant quickly put that idea to rest. He snarled at them, flexing the muscles in his sword arm.

"Hmph," He grunted as they backed away, making a hasty retreat back the way he had came. He nimbly climbed over the broken wall before taking off, escaping before guards could arrive.

Not too long later, Kant was waiting in an abandoned house in one of the city's less savory neighborhoods, the young lass he kidnapped tied up so she wouldn't pose a problem when Stephen arrived. He took the time to rest and recuperate from earlier, the wound on his hand already closed.

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Character Portrait: Stephen Kane Character Portrait: One-Eyed Crow Character Portrait: Einar Ryland Character Portrait: Latter the Whittler

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➳ Stephen Kane ➳
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Stephen Kane had sat in the room for another half hour. The blood mage had still not shown up, and the Tellem had still not awaken. Sighing, he left the room and went down the stairs into the main room to get a meal. He looked around the room, noting a middle aged man eating meat and potatoes. He sat in a nearby table and the innkeeper quickly hurried over to him nervously.
"What would you like to eat, my lord?" He asked Seph. As a Ranger, Seph was used to being called by "Sir" or "My lord" even though he was not of nobility. At first it had bothered him, but he had learned to ignore it. Seph ordered venison steak and a glass of goat milk. He waited for his mean then, the cowl of his green cloak pulled up, the shadows hiding his face, and bow strung across his back.