Prisoner Purchase Form

Inmate Number: 7892


Prisoner Sold: “Mark Miles” Ganton Lenark

Prisoner Age: 24

Owner:Siya Ukomo


For the sum of:4300 Gold


Prisoner Criminal Level:Red level 1-Dangerous and experienced


Known Medical Issues: Necloxic Parasitism. Frequent Shoulder Pains, Black Lung, Wounds of various natures marked across the chest/back/ arms and legs known to cause skin sensitive pain(can't wear heavy loads)


Known Mental Issues: Hysterics caused by parasitism, seems to occur when not fed metal materials. Alcoholic.


Prisoner Record:1 known count of Theft of Government Magical Artifacts. 7 Known counts of trespassing, 6 known counts of assault, 8 known counts of destruction of property, 15 known counts of trafficking illegal materials, 26 counts of suspected buying and selling of stolen goods, 9 counts of illegally crossing borders and illegal immigration, 30 counts of stealing magical items from government sanctioned areas and 4 counts of murder.






In accordance to basic slavery laws the inmate not only forfeited his freedom of movement and basic civil rights upon breaking the rules of the land he gave up his right to property, as such anything your slave earns or has earned is now legally yours. These are the following items to be released to you; the owner upon purchase:

1 pair of jeans
1 pair of hardened leather trousers
2 pair of leggings designed for travelers

1 lightly armored lather shirt.
1 loose clothe shirt.

1 basic 6 inch long blade.

1 back pack with two sides side compartments.
2 large leather skin bags.
A belt with 9 pouches.

1 picture of the offender as drawn by Linda Tenk signed “Sincerely yours, Linda Tenk. I long for you still to this day”

Due to demands from the authorities we have added his journal including several documents regarding magical items, artifacts, places and events.



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"Mark Miles" Ganton Lenark

Mark Miles is a criminal that has been on the run for over 6 years and surviving by avoiding mains cities to join into secluded communities and illegal groups and factions. Suspect is in possession of a powerful set of artifacts and a large array of spells along with long term experience in combat, wilderness survival and the magical world: The subject is a full fledged mage and should not be approached by anyone but the nations authorities under any cost, do not make contact with this man no matter what.


Known Locations: Fire Kingdom, Wind Kingdom, Earth Kingdom, Water Kingdom in various cities and villages.

Outer skirt border villages: Jenko, Mendar, independent coastal corporation(ICC) People of the preach, Paperportion and Olendad.

Multiple bandit camps, thieves hangs out, isolated establishments, tribes, clans and anarchist nests.








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Research Journal:


My Investigations into the Paladins of Nep:


Nep, Kuth, Pulup, Deem. The four gods of virtues and all their horror...a religion demonizing their own masters to show the monstrosity that the very things that drive us and appear authentically good natured can be used to drown the world in chaos and by these four beings constant war with another for supremacy they allow the world to stay away from their claws...retaining balance.


The Paladins of Nep were famous for their exploits of battling magic with magic, while other members of the order saw magic as dubious and even for the Reedemers of Pulup something to be controlled and destroyed, Nep's follower saw magic as a part of human culture and natural progression much like art and government. Truly in many ways we and them saw eye to eye yet it was magic that destroyed them and the lack of any help from their brothers or outsiders.


I decided to do some research on the group in hopes of understanding this shrouded history and in hopes of obtaining some of their magical crafts. After much exploration of the various discarded bases and ruins of their tiny settlements and the tracking down of one specific survivor of the paladins destruction I managed to skim together enough info.


It appears that the paladins of nep broke into two factions: the original paladins and the Princes of Nep whom worshiped him and fought for his supremacy rather than control. They seized many smaller villages and settlements and including the Chapel of Nep. The remaining members took on a full frontal assault to gain back their home to find that the group had constructed a device called “The Gift” an item or event vaguely referenced in their religions that would keep the world in balance.


He seemed very traumatized by the event and I honestly think that if I didn't offer him the left over notes from many of his deceased colleagues that no amount of material wealth would of pushed him on to explain the rest. Apparently the magical device was fueled by the chapel stocks and armory, massive in scope and probably enough to roughly send a small village into a golden age of wealth. In their siege the chapel they found the it all re-decorated and in honor of nep, gold lined many areas and greed was a cornerstone of the group who sought to make the place into an opulent place of divinity.


Of course men of the clothe scoffed at this all, considering it shallow and a disgrace of their ideals. Old man was stuffing his coat full of the stuff, I personally don't see why he even bothered as he wasn't going to keep it; he had a wife.


Well, we all know of the Chapel today or as it is Known: The Chapel of Darkness. The Gift apparently exploded while in the attack and the insides of the building were totally consumed by the abyss, many paladins of nep and princes were engulfed and those that managed to emerge from the place were half mad, crippled and confused. The very veteran himself was missing his right arm and scared all over.


Expeditions from any under authority has ended in silence and loss of the volunteers. Wealth, magical items, secrets and possible discoveries sit within the belly of that ruined place of worship, it has everything one like me could want.

Before I left the former paladin he gave me a document that date back multiple generations of the guild. Apparently the group did not originally openly worship the gods.



appearance of the gods:


After several weeks of studying in various libraries, obtaining any book I can on the group and scraping by any document by the faction that I can I have managed to piece together a vague image of the history of the Paladins of Nep as well as the whole order of all four gods, an arduous task considering the guild enjoys solitude and isolation from others above all.


Turns out that the original meetings had nothing to do with the gods, in fact the only common factor by them was being recruited by a league of elite veterans whom all served as close body guards to the various kings of the nations. Once these old men passed away the group became fanatic, for men of balance they practice the cutting out of tongues and forcing them to wear items to stop them being able to write....their own men. I have one of these old contraptions on me from a black market, whatever this group was hiding they didn't mind going to extremes to keep it a secret.


The younger generations and devotee warred for years due to this harshness and growing cruelty among their own ranks which eventually led to the originals defeat. When they retrieved the documents, books and letters that the group managed to stash away they all referred to the gods, gift and balance. Well, almost all of them...I found the diary of a defector...got stabbed and bled to death. He mentions balance...but no gods...none...this was one of the elders, a holy man to the tenth degree who was fanatic about his religion enough to torture people...yet his book makes no mention anyway even in his youth about the gods.


Originally I thought that maybe the man was just extremely paranoid, they didn't want the gods known in case a group like the Princes of Nep rose but I notice he does mention a gift...well...the gifted to be precise...it is possible the guardians were meant to enforce the will of “the gifted” yet the faction was originally created to enforce the will of kings and serve them, the four kings.


“The gifted” and balance.


None of the philosophy...none of the teachings...nothing. I have no true evidence outside of this book and the groups vague uprising but now I have a hunch.



Conspiracy?:


Something is deeper than all of this, I had to break into a tomb of an old Water King Bodyguard about a few generations back around the time the paladins were set up. In truth I was seeking to take an old talisman from his grave with a group of other thieves but well...I gave up the talisman for the letters to his wife. Oh Precious Memories.


He's coded them, apparently he was leaking info about his work to his spouse The chaps wife was known as a vindictive shrew with a paranoid streak so when I saw those letters I knew she would twist him around her finger at some point. To put it bluntly he had to convince his old bird that he wasn't setting up the group to fondle men and he shared with her what he shared with his trusted apprentice and soon to be general of the guild. Orbs, there are 4 orbs...and they have to do with the kings...a cover up indeed.


I can become so RICH with this information, if this gets out the order of paladins will be destroyed...with this sort of info I could have the royal class sitting on their knees willing to throw money at me like a group of sex deprived Johns at a harlot house.


normally stuff like this would be confiscated by the guard but he coded it a bit too well, if it wasn't for my extensive knowledge in astronomical folk lore and the study of the group I wouldn't of even guessed it. I'll double code them and hide them somewhere for now, this info isn't worth jack to me if others find out.



Coddled King:


Me and the gang are heading back to the Fire Kingdom, I want to get closer to Siya as I firmly believe I understand why he was taken on as a king now. Oh Siya, Siya, Siya....I remember him a bit too well. I didn't exactly have a good relationship with him as a kid, I bullied him a good bit with a few other friends of mine and some people I didn't even really know, dumb bored kids with nothing to do and no money to eat with got to survive on something I suppose and a bit of spite can keep the blood warm.


Then I saw him play with fire, he wasn't aware of it at the time but I saw him do it and ever since that day I had an interest in magic. When I was 10 I tried to manipulate fire like he did but I knew nothing of magic or how it worked and I ended up burning my hands which never truly healed...I thought you could just pick fire up if you did it the right way. One day kings strides down from his golden halls and lifts this kid from the gutter, some say it was his innocence and other say it was his none violent tendencies....I always thought it was magic.


Magic....power made him stand out and now that I know the truth everything I believed is proven correct. Siya, Taki, Amon and everyone who ever ascended to royalty are that way because they had power, true...objective power that if anything that my research has shown me is true is linked to the Guardians of the Gifts idea of the warring gods and balance.


Siya, my native lands king. He sit there in comfort...unaware that my destination is in the dirt and to choke my lungs with coal dust and if it wasn't for the Necloxic I'd still be doing so...I wonder if his ideals survived the coming of age despite the fact it was his ability to burn us all that uplifted him into his position while folks like us...the good and the bad are left below.



Real Authority:


As I come closer to my home land I remember every man who looked me in the eyes and expected me to bow down to their strength and beliefs. Every act of might I have seen is flimsy and fake, nothing more man imposed will with muscles threatening to instill the same respect that they have implanted into themselves for their principles.


But Siya...I see now, he is not fake. He is REAL authority...true objective authority and there lies not a hint of artificial construction in it. This orb that lies inside of him and his unique gift...it leaves the state of the world as we know it down to its most primal elements at the behest of his desires. The only thing man made by Siya right to rule is the celebration surrounding it, I am tempted to meet him again. I wish to see this orb, this strength...I wish to see the man who introduced me to the pain of playing with fire and the wonder of it carrying you into freedom and wealth.



He wont' believe it...but in many ways we are of the same kind. In my search for him, to get closer I have come across the P,I,D,M - The Paramilitary independent Department of his Majesty. They don't exactly follow the rules and have a lot different ideas but they devoted themselves to the government and the fire nations order.


Dangerous and a reminder of how self imposed organization and actual authority differ.




My Ruler....My Friend?:


Well, I got caught.


The journals page that concerned the orb I had taken out and hid along with the other information before trying to cross into the fire nation, they are in with the rest of my stash so my leverage is still there . It was a long shot but my saving grace was a surviving member of my group writing a letter to Siya and smuggling it via a link to one of the butlers he had...he was bribed a hell of a lot I tell you that. Naturally I couldn't say outright what I wanted to say in case the note was checked for any potential poisons or traps.


I did highlight a few key words though “Sometimes I feel like this big ORB we call EARTH is in constant danger of spinning out of BALANCE. WATER and AIR are everywhere yet I feel suffocated and thirsty. I have a deal that could mean good amount to the kingdom, assuming you have nearly the FIRE in your heart for your people as they say you do, you will meet me soon”



It got his attention. Siya was...well...totally the same. It many ways it felt like he never even grew up, he was isolated from the very world he was charged to protect yet he knew enough to see me as a threat, he released me.


I've thought for a long time it was merely the fact that I had this ace in the hole that kept me safe from being given a poison cup for a while and cemented my place as a protector. Found out my back up files and my friend who would release them upon my death was found after she sent it. He could of killed me in that dungeon and nothing would of changed.



They say I am lost, In being lost I have charted new lands and been all over the map. I have been lost so Siya won't have to be, this is my charge I give unto my self not only out of respect of the orb but respect of the man for showing me a new way to things,twice.



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More inDepth out of character look at his abilities:


Powers:

Low level Fireball.

Low Level Water Spray.

Moderate Level Incinerate spell: Incinerate gradually increases the heat of a selected target, if held onto the selected person or item it will set on fire within a ten second span.

Low Level Regenerate: Each hour a sacrifice is made this spell will slowly heal the caster. At lows levels it will close up minor wounds(bruises, skin puncture wounds, mild burns ectr) within 40 minutes and stabilize but not heal moderate wounds (knife stabs, broken ribs, legs or arms, sword slashes and arrow hits on none vital areas) within an hour.


Low Level Transform: A bolt of energy is shot, changing the matter of the impacted item slightly. Causes minor damage onto organic targets that can't be healed and weakens armor.

High Level Transform: A massive surge spiraling bolts springs out of Lenarks hands, twisting and connecting like strands of giant DNA glowing in various colors before impacting the target and horrifically mutating entire sections of their body or the material of an item. Can cause metal to change into wood, dirt, fire, a stronger metal, so on and vice versa for other materials. Generally horrifically mangles any body part it hits.

Miracle Matter: Miles throws a ball of magic at the floor spawning a bountiful amount of natural elements randomly: Can be plants, vegetables, rocks, gazers or volcanic pot holes or simple deep puddles.


Magical Collection:

Necloxic: A magical item that sleeps within the ground, showing organic survival instincts by waiting for a victim to unearth and then tempt it with high levels of mental manipulation. The ball is covered in flesh like tissue and has many small appendages like tentacles sprouting out of it that it uses to root itself into a human body in a parasitic manner when successfully dominating a human. The strange orbs are relatively new with no idea how they travel or act in any thinking manner this creature is rarely ever seen and even less discovered alive or found at all.

The hosts of this strange item will be housing a large amount of insane magical power within which in turn makes them able to throw out spells at any end of the spectrum with little risk of exhaustion, on top of this the user gains an immediate connection to syncing with elements and magical power. The user picks up spells an inhuman speeds. The user doesn't need to sacrifice an item every time he commits a spell but must feast on large amounts every week. The user is under the effect of Magical Gluttony, every 2 hours he doesn't sate the parasite hungers his mind and body is eroded by it causing enfeeblement and insanity however even when insane and reduced to a stick he can throw out spells until the weekly recharge.


Necklace of the Navy Man: Water both magical or natural is unable to drown Ganton although it may crush, knock him out, deprive of air to a coma state and so on. When the user falls into water he will automatically return to the surface


Wand of Eternal Torment: This wand links one target current experience with another for an hour, allowing multiple people to feel he same intense agony the original may feel.


Wand of Transmutation: Allows Lenark to transmute one into into another but only downwards: Gold>silver>steel>iron>wood>dirt and so on.


Strengths:


Navigation: Has a experienced understanding with the art of charting, maps and making use of several items to find out ones own location and how to get from point A to point B with minimal items.


Wilderness Survival: Due to his years of being on the run he had to learn to live outside of a lot of communities in order to avoid the authorities, Lenark has similar understanding of moving about and making his way on par with a trained scout. Making him able to keep himself and others alive if need be without the comforts of a city or man made resources.

Extensive Magical Knowledge: Lenark obsession with magic has driven him to collect many items throughout the years and although his majority of stashes were confiscated upon joining up Siya guard he still retain the lore about them, their creation and how to work and understand magical elements man made or naturally occurring.


Lore of the known communities: In junction to his understanding of wilderness he did have to move from community to community at rapid pace in order to get what he needs and go, due to his travels he been to small, big and migrating or mobile communities that most people will never had heard of. In a way you can say that he is street smart since he understands what goes on under the laws nose and what happens in the well run areas too.





Weaknesses:


Black Lung:Years of mining within the dark underbelly of the world has eventually caused Lenark to develop Black Lung from coal dusts which can result in him having chronic cough episodes, noticeable lack of stamina in any of his actions and an sensitive reaction to pepper, dust and anything that can make his condition act up.



Magical Gluttony: Every 2 hours that 1 piece of metal is not consumed Lenarks mind and body will slowly erode into hysteria and weakness. If the parasite doesn't kill him then the stiff breeze will do so if he calm down his nagging hungers. Miles can't carry any metal weaponry or swords around after 2 days without sacrificing or his parasite will auto absorb them.



Hard Work does a Body Good: Due to years of various manual labor both inside and outside the mines he has developed a minor back issue as well with frequent shoulder pains making carrying large items on his back or doing digging understandably unpleasant for him.


Experiences: Years of walking the world and then doing it again creates a whole Conga line of misfortune queuing up to pay you a visit, while the most noticeable examples are the whips and hot irons from his time in prison that mark his thighs and back he has been slashed, stabbed, covered in stinging powder and even in some cases set on fire. These years of traumatic events has left his flesh sensitive and weak against any sort of pressure, wearing armor in and of itself is described as like being trapped in an iron maiden for him and although he can manage separate weight such big packs trying to clothe him in stuff that isn't friendly to his skin has a noticeable effect of pain to him.