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Kylin Athene

"That doesn't surprise me..."

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a character in “Legends of Gialpha”, as played by Royalburden

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Name: Kylin Athene
Race: Avian
Class: Self proclaimed thief

Primary Strength:
-Pickpocketing
-Manipulation
-physical dexterity.

Secondary strengths:
-Flight (His feathers are shaped like an owl's so on a microscopic level they are serrated rather than smooth, this makes his flight particularly silent and his wing movements displace less air than most typical avians. (This is caused completely by genetic diversity, it runs in his family. He also has more downy feathers at the top than most.)

Weapons and Armor:
-Wears a suit of Avian armor warded against most direct magic. (Will lessen the effects of most spells, but not completely eliminate them. It is effective against most bladed weapons but by no means can deflect bullets or heavy blunt weapons like warhammers. If lucky it may withstand the first impact but will shatter and break))
-Carries an ice dagger that inflicts ice magic where it pierces as a small area of effect. It is his absolute favorite weapon. He’s never done it before but he dreams of the day where he can freeze someone’s heart with it. “Even I have a poetic side, of course I’ll only do that to the one who dares break my heart.”

Shortfalls:
-Not a fighter. He see’s himself as the brains of the operation and will often prioritize his own life as such seeming like a soulless piece of shit, but usually he plans to make use of everyone in such a way that everyone is protected somehow. He can hold his own but his strength is nothing to bark at when comparing the trained warriors and soldiers out there.
-Sensitive. He seems like an outright sociopath but he feels. Deeply and desperately when things get through to him.
-Cannot swim or fly during rain! This is because of the feathers. The same features that make him silent in the air make him dead in the water. The only way to teach him how to swim is to bind them so they don't flail and get him to strengthen his arms, legs and confidence but...good luck convincing him to do that. The idea of losing his ability to fly even temporarily makes swimming unappealing to him


Neato facts:
-it is not shown in this picture(because good winged guys are fucking hard to find) but Kylin’s wings are a cream color with the tips of his outermost feathers dipped in black. Speckles of red and brown coloring are dusted very lightly over them as well. He can not make them disappear but they fold very tight up against his back enough to keep out of the way. Avians can keep them like that as long as need be. His feather arrangements are very similar to an owls giving him a uniquely silent way of flying.

-His low body weight gives him an incredibly low tolerance for alcohol. This is generally just a thing about Avians. They’re light little things. He’s very conscious about this because he gets….suggestible when he is intoxicated.

-He’s one of the rare sort that if push comes to shove he can get it up for a woman but he never ever treats a relationship with one like something he treasures, often losing interest at the drop of a hat. Everyone he works with knows he prefers men. This gives him an awful reputation of being a sexist pig. Realistically even with men his relationships don’t last much longer. He’s kind of scared of commitment, or moreso scared of depending on someone else emotionally.


Background History:
Kylin is a thief.
He was primarily raised by his older brother, a well respected smith among the avians. Kylin and Marin lived in one of the smaller settlements that sprawled between the colossal jungle trees. In the mornings he was brought to the library to be taught by the three teachers that resided there and in the evenings he snuck out of the house to wander the foot bridges and pester the locals. He was a beautiful kid, the sort you only have to look at to know they’ll be breathtaking once they get older. He never had to grow into his beauty. He taught himself to pickpocket and steal and embedded himself in the community as the town cutie. The adorable little orphan with a sweet soul. It was a bit too easy. Meeting Ren was what made him dangerous. At 15 he founded his first “crew” A small cloister of friends that backed him on his mischief. Ren had been the leader before he came around. A dangerously smart boy with a ruined wing that made him flightless, and at times ruthless. He warped Kylin’s naturally devilish nature into a form Kylin himself had never imagined it could go and it all culminated on the plan to rob the Avian’s most treasured and historic mementos. That which resided deep within the massive old tree at the heart of the jungles. Marin knew. He knew his brother was falling from a life of honor and morality and Kylin didn’t care in the slightest. He was going to get everything he and Marin never had before.

It was the evening of his 16th that it all flipped on him. they had planned the biggest most ambitious heist he’d ever thought of. Procuring the documents that detailed the creation of the greatest pieces of armor that the Avians had ever forged. It explained techniques and locations at which only the rarest and strongest elements and materials could be found and how to craft them perfectly, at least that's what the pair had told the others. In truth his eyes were not on the dusty old techniques, the true money was in the new techniques that even less knew about. The bullet proofing and the tank level armor the weapons infused with both curses and protection spells that made the users like gods. The Avians may have drifted to the way side as the times went on, seeming little more than humans with wings but in the early days their image was painted next to God. “There’s a reason for that, surely.”- A phrase Kylin muttered often on his own. Ren seemed to urge him on at every turn, he wanted a very specific piece for himself something to give him his flight back. A pair of armored wings, enchanted and powerful.

Their great heist was a massive failure. At least, that was how it was seen from the outside. Headlines read Anarchist thieves fail disastrously to bring down Avian tradition. Over a dozen of his comrades were locked away, wings and wrists bound. Kylin was not. During the raid he had slipped into the deeper tunnels with Ren pocketing whatever he could carry including a pair of enchanted gauntlets and an ice dagger. It was his own brother that stood between him and his goal. He knew he wasn’t going to get anything else at that point but played his cards anyways, opening his mouth to talk his way out of it. Ren had no intention of talking his way out of anything. He was so close. So close to feeling the wind through his hair again, seeing high above the canopy.

Kylin keeps what happened in those tunnels close to his chest. Ren is nowhere to be found, and Kylin doesn't talk about his brother at all, but Kylin got away with enough armor to set him good for a time until he found a new place and a new group of trustworthy manipulatable people to get him by.

Victor and Ro-an:
Kylin chose Ro-an and Victor personally. His meeting them was planned, calculated, and for his own benifit. They make up for his weaknesses in physical strength and knowledge and are both quite obedient to his will. They are the only two in the world he trusts with his life and thus act as an anchor for him, there's no telling what would happen if he was separated from them. It probably depends on the circumstances. Everything they do is filtered through his will, however.

So begins...

Kylin Athene's Story

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Character Portrait: Ro-an Gaulf Character Portrait: Victor Rosen Character Portrait: Kaldon Voidwing Character Portrait: Kylin Athene

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"This is....so much better...." Victor murmured, plucking uncomfortably at his shirt. The night breeze blew a salt flavored chill over the three as the trio of thieves meandered down the boardwalk. Victor fought back a pained groan as his shirt rippled against a raging sunburn that covered the majority of his upper body thanks to the mandatory afternoon tanning Kylin had enforced. Even Ro-an had been panting visibly by the time Kylin's interest turned to the array of seafood restaurants in town. It was problematic the way they wordlessly allowed themselves to endure such obvious tests of obedience. He glanced at Kylin, now several shades more caramel than was usual but otherwise sporting his satisfied smile. His narrow eyes glinting in the decorative lighting that lined the shops and taverns. "Why did you have us come here again? As much as I love a...dreamy sun filled vacation....this isn't really my sort of element."

Victor's gaze followed a small gaggle of women dressed still in their bathing outfits with little more than light flowered shawls and skirts to protect them from the chill ocean breeze.

"We needed a holiday...a...refresh so to speak. Enjoy it. Even people like us need to enjoy the finer things in life every once in a while. I bet they make amazing drinks here. I'm in the mood for something tropical. What do you say, Ro? I know you like fish. I bet they have nice draft beers here too." Kylin's gaze flitted from shop front to tavern sign and he nudged Ro with his suggestion. It seemed they ran out of shops on the dock when Kylin brought them to an abrupt stop. "Perfect."

He would choose the most shifty looking shack on the beachway. Victor thought. He didn't complain, neither of them did but as they were about to walk in a very peculiar looking Avian walked out. It was as if a switch had been flipped in Kylin's mind, he shoved elbowed Ro-an roughly causing him to step outside of his path and bump into the man.

"Augh- sorry, my mistake." That scuffle of fur and wings was all Kylin needed to reach over relieve the man of his wallet and whatever interesting thing he kept in his outward pocket. He bounded lightly to the bar without missing a beat to leave Ro to utter his clumbsy apologies.

"Give me something tropical, and the biggest mug of something frothy for the tiger" Kylin beamed at the woman and slid Kaldon's own bills across the counter to her. He slipped the other strange object into his pocket out of view, he'd investigate it later after a few drinks. "What sort of fresh catches do you serve here?"

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Character Portrait: Ro-an Gaulf Character Portrait: Victor Rosen Character Portrait: Kaldon Voidwing Character Portrait: Kylin Athene

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Kaldon was in such a hurry that he barely noticed the giant tiger therian even after the collision. He certainly didn’t notice the other avian take his stuff from his pockets. He began to run as fast as he could and in spite of the fact that his armor was made from an ultra-light alloy, he still felt slow. His raven-like wings were causing too much drag even though they were pulled in close to his body, they were catching the breeze and trying to lift him as he ran. Finally, he gave up and flung his wings out and flew low to the ground in the direction of the docks, skimming along the surface of the waves as they sloshed along the shore. He saw a light glowing from under the docks and he flew toward it before pulling in his wings once more to avoid hitting the pillars holding the docks up. He walked up to the source of the light; a bunch of nexus crystals in a barrel. Nexus crystals were an abundant gem that emitted a harmless form of radiation causing both light and heat. There was only one person there by the barrel. It was Landon. A skinny, very fit, merman. His hair was a long sea foam green and his webbed fin-like ears pointed out through it. He wore no shirt and only a slightly tight pair of purple shorts. His skin was tan with a greenish hue.
“Hello, Wings.” Landon said in a laid back tone.
“Hey, Gills.” Kaldon joked back.
“So what brings you down my way?” He asked with a seductive tone finding its way into his question. “I’m afraid I don’t have any of the cute little fledglings you have a taste for, but perhaps you’d be willing to get your wings wet?”
“Look, I don’t have time for the usual pleasantries, no matter how pleasant.” He grinned back. “I need to get in touch with an Oracle. You know how to get in touch with a lot of different people, do you know where I could find one?”
“What do you need an Oracle for? I mean, I knew you had expensive taste, but…”
“Oh, for fuck sake!” Kaldon interrupted. “Get your mind out of the sewer. I found a hilt from a blade of some kind, every time I touch it I get these creepy visions of death and destruction. They’re vivid and realistic, as if I were there in person. Only an Oracle can tell me what’s going on.”
“Can I see it?”
“Yeah, here…” He broke off as he searched his pockets for the hilt. “Shit it’s gone! Where could it have… the tiger! He caused the distraction and the avian lifted it.” He suddenly realized what happened.
“Shit, dude. That thing sounds valuable; you need to get that back before he tries to sell it. While you do that, I’ll get the word out in the ocean that I need an Oracle.”
Kaldon flew off back in the direction of the bar. He loaded an image of the hilt from his memory into his optic implant and set it to scan on all visual wave lengths for it. He got to the door of the bar and flung the door open. He scanned the room and found a match in the pocket of the avian he had seen earlier when he scanned him using the x-ray spectrum of his implant. Now how to go about getting it back from him without making a scene.
He walked up to the avian and tapped him gently on the shoulder. “Excuse me, sir? I believe you may have come across something that… I lost. I don’t care if you keep the cash, but I would like the hilt back. It has sentimental value.”

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Character Portrait: Ro-an Gaulf Character Portrait: Victor Rosen Character Portrait: Kaldon Voidwing Character Portrait: Kylin Athene

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Ro-an grunted in concern the moment the doors to the tavern flung open again and he glanced sidelong at Kylin just as his beer arrived for him. Victor had muttered some nonsense about keeping his head clear for danger and had ordered an iced coffee instead. As promised Kylin twirled a flowery umbrella between his teeth a decorated dish of crab and mussels splayed before him along with some sickeningly sweet beverage in three discernible colors fashioned after the tropical sunrise. Kylin felt the tap on his shoulder and leaned back in his barstool, letting it tip dangerously as he looked upside down at the stranger. He spit the umbrella at his face and smiled teasingly. "Dunno what you're talking about, sir. Want to try some crab? It's really good." He offered a leg to the man balancing effortlessly on one chair leg. Only Victor seemed to have the shifty look of someone with bad news written all over him as he stared at Kalden with his sunken dark eyes, daring him to make a scene in there. Ro-an didn't seem to notice him at all, enveloping his attention over the massive seared fish he had been served.

Kylin let his chair fall back to its natural position and his eyes widened as he stared at Kaldon. "Are those real cybernetics? I've always wanted some! Let me see!" Without warning he leapt to his feet and grabbed both sides of Kaldon's face to bring it close to him. He stared into the man's eyes, turning his face to see where the machine met the man. "You have very nice eyes. Can you see through things??!"

He lowered his voice abruptly to a whisper, an eyebrow arching as his eyes glinted. "Can you see me naked right now? That would be cool. A little creepy though. You're not spying into my pockets are you? I know I did it first but that's unfair, you have robot eyes."

His cheery tone slowly seemed to drip away as he spoke, his smile growing false, making it seem as if if he found out the man had been taking a peek inside he'd poke both of his eyes out. He let the man's face go and leaned back on the bar, crossing his arms. He spoke in a louder tone, so that the nearer people could hear him speak, irritated and offended."I don't know what you mean by hilt, I find it a bit rude you're assuming I had something to do with your misplacement."

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Character Portrait: Ro-an Gaulf Character Portrait: Victor Rosen Character Portrait: Kaldon Voidwing Character Portrait: Kylin Athene

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Kaldon saw through this avian’s little game. The kid was arrogant and headstrong. He had no idea that Kaldon knew most of the staff as well as half the regulars. The only reason he wanted to avoid making a scene was because he didn’t want to embarrass Brandie. He could see now that, in order to get the hilt back, he would have to take this kid down a peg or two.
After the kid had raised his voice in an attempt to defuse the make a scene, Kaldon gave a huge grin. It wasn’t a normal grin; it was the grin of a confident person who knew more than he let on. He knew it was pissing the kid off as well. He turned and took a seat at the table directly behind the three thieves and took his helmet off which made him look even more intimidating as the scar from his injury was visible from the middle of his left eyebrow to the middle of his cheek. The optic implant was completely contained within his skull and what looked like a blank white lens filled the socket where his eye would normally be.
“Well, as a matter of fact, yes I can see into your pockets.” He sneered at the trio. “I can see the hilt in your pocket, but I can also see so much more. I can see through your fancy armor there, I can also see every major vital organ in your body, as well as both of your friends.” His grin widened as his optic projected little red dots all over the bodies of the three of them. “And you know what’s great about this little thing?” He tapped the optic implant. “It’s not just a tool, it’s a weapon. All I have to do is think about it and you’ll all have so many laser holes in you that you’ll look like fancy cheese. However, there is the matter of the armor you and your kitten there are wearing. If it’s anything like mine, a simple laser would be reflected and we don’t want a bunch of innocent people getting hurt.” Suddenly all the dots disappeared except for a single dot in the center of each of their foreheads that moved along with them as the targets were locked. “You guys know what burning flesh, bone and brain smells like? Do you want to? I mean, I don’t even have to kill you. I could lobotomize the three of you and make a salad.” He started to chuckle at the joke. “Get it? Because I’d have three big vegetables. And that’s just the optic implant, you don’t even want to know what this thing can do.” He lifted his left arm and held his hand in a rigid position, the claws at the fingertips of the armor, though actually a part of the cybernetic prosthetic, looked like talons. His hand then began spinning like a power drill. His tone quickly shifted to a serious one as he stood up and took a step closer to the kid and stopped the whirling hand. "So, fledgling, are you going to hand over the hilt?” He asked as he ran a finger up his cheek to his forehead. “Or do I have to mess up this pretty face of yours?” His tone seductive yet scary at the same time.

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Character Portrait: Ro-an Gaulf Character Portrait: Victor Rosen Character Portrait: Kaldon Voidwing Character Portrait: Kylin Athene

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For the first time in a long time Kylin was taken completely by surprise.

He hated surprises.

His momentary speechlessness broke immediately however the moment the word fledgeling came sliding out of this Avian's slippery little tongue. Slight strands of his rich cherry blond hair trembled as he straightened his stance his cool blue gaze darkening as he fought to remain neutral in his expression. He could feel so many eyes on him, too many eyes, how had he missed the fact that they were familiar with the bastard. He stuffed his hand inside the turqoise overhang that went over his armored arm and draped partway across his back and yanked the hilt out of the pocket hidden within the ripples of fabric. Victor, who hand put a hand on his own hilt and moved halfway to standing peered over at Ro-an who had clenched his massive paws into fists. They had no qualms with shattering the peaceful controlled environment of the tavern the moment Kylin asked them to

"If you honestly think someone like me is anywhere near comparable to those.....preteen cumsluts you no doubt hire any time your crotch gets clogged you are sorely mistake-..." He gasped slightly and his eyes glazed over as in the midst of twirling the handle between his finger tips something jolted up his arm completely bypassing the wards in his armor and yanking his mind out of the moment. Flashes of images, sounds, smells, and scenes poured directly into his mind and in the moment it took for his grip to fail on the hilt and for it to hit the ground the apocalyptic forwarning was completely transplanted into Kylin's mind. "Ah-...."

He blinked, hard and put a palm to his forehead. "What the......fuck..."

He immediately kicked the hilt across the wooden floor away from himself. "Take the damn thing, it's not worth this shit. Get the fuck out of my face and let me eat my damned food." He made a dismissive swipe with his hand as if shooing an abnoxious stray and sat back at the bar, turning his back to him. He was infuriated. He could feel the bartender's raised eyebrows and Kaldon's amusement. Fucking lasers. Fledgeling. Ugh. Victor sighed and leaned forward on the bar letting his sword arm relax. "We're not finished here are we..."

"Fuck no." Kylin muttered. He was going to have to do a little research that afternoon, and quickly, before the fucker flew on to the next tavern fifty miles from there. If he wanted to pay that little humiliation back he'd have to get three steps ahead. Game on.

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Character Portrait: Ro-an Gaulf Character Portrait: Victor Rosen Character Portrait: Kaldon Voidwing Character Portrait: Kylin Athene

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Kaldon picked up the hilt from the floor, sure to pick it up using his prosthetic arm. He could tell by the way he trailed off that he had a vision as well, most likely of a similar nature to the ones he had himself. He overheard the spooky-looking one say something about this not being over. He wasn’t terribly worried and he knew that the avian’s friends wouldn’t be able to track him well if he took to the air, and he was hardly the type to do his own dirty work. As he got to the door he briefly considered telling Brandie to cut them off, but he figured they had enough humiliation for the evening.

He walked outside and with a couple of flaps of his wings, he was high into the air. He wasn’t looking forward to where he was going. He hadn’t been there in years, not since the incident. Kaldon landed in the forest at the edge of the town, folded his wings close to his body and made the rest of his journey on foot. He couldn’t shake the feeling he was being followed, but he shook it off thinking there was no way those lackeys could have followed him. After about a mile of walking into the woods, he found his destination. It was a giant tree with a huge root system below. The root system was so massive that it had created a cave below the tree. However, nobody would have known this simply by looking at it. When Kaldon was a teenager he would visit the little ocean-side town every summer at his parents’ summer home. On one of these trips, he had discovered this cave and had set up a holographic projector that was powered by theta crystals which could power a small dwelling like this one, along with the projector, for several thousand years before degrading in power, he enjoyed having a place of his own. He walked right through the small entrance to the large cave by walking right between two big roots even though it looked like solid rock he was able to walk right through the hologram. Once inside the cave he turned on the lights.

Kaldon knew it would be a few days before Landon could get word out about needing an oracle. It would be even longer before he would know if there was even one still alive. He gathered some fire wood and got a small fire going in the fireplace. As he stood there warming himself he looked at the mantle. There, staring him right in the face, was a pain like a fire-dagger to the heart. It was just a simple photo in a small frame, a picture himself and another young man. The person in the picture was his former lover. He was another avian, with a golden shade of blonde hair, thinner and leaner than Kaldon. His skin was a light bronze. His name was Dylex Talon, they met during the great territory war. While Kaldon was in the bases designing weapons to gain the upper hand, Dylex was on the front lines using those same weapons. While in the mess hall one day, Dylex noticed that nobody would sit with Kaldon because he always seemed strange, a little too good at his work and always talking about it. Dylex loved finding out how things worked, especially the weapons he was using in the field. The two became fast friends, and soon after they became more than friends. After the war and Kaldon’s accident, Kaldon had the unpleasant task of telling Brandie that he couldn’t go through with their arranged marriage. She didn’t take it well and, until today, he had tried to avoid seeing her as much as possible. He and Dylex lived there in that cave for about a year, getting supplies from other nearby cities, before the two of them decided to go visit Dylex’s parents in Forestien. However, as they landed in the jungle where Dylex’s parents lived, the two were attacked by a pack of reptilian therians. Kaldon was knocked out first from behind and wasn’t able to do anything to help Dylex. He woke up in the hospital beaten and bruised. Dylex was not as lucky. He was beaten so severely that he had died from his injuries in the night. It was not clear why they were targeted, but all of their money was gone.

Now, as he stood there looking at the last thing he had to remind him of Dylex, tears began to roll down his cheeks. He replayed that night in his mind over and over, searching for anyway he could have saved him, but it didn’t change the fact that Dylex was gone. “I miss you, baby.” He whispered before he set the picture back on the mantle, kissed his fingers and pressed them to the lips of the picture. He turned to go to the bed in the bedroom area of the cave when he heard branches breaking outside. It sounded like something was hunting. He turned out the lights, not that anyone would have seen them, and peered out through the one-sided hologram looking into the night forest using his infrared heat-sensing vision, but saw no signs of anything larger than a raccoon. He brushed it off as nerves and went to bed.

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Character Portrait: Ro-an Gaulf Character Portrait: Victor Rosen Character Portrait: Kaldon Voidwing Character Portrait: Kylin Athene

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The violent rumble of Ro-an's motorcycle rolled and settled to a guttural purr as he skidded to a stop a mile off from the treeline. He shut the engine off and peered into the wall of shadow before him just as Kaldon disappeared into the trees. It would be easier to tail him now, nothing more than tracks and scent trails, just like he was taught as a cub.

Sure, approaching in a motorbike was the last thing one would suggest in a stealth mission to tail someone but he was after an Avian and no amount of running, even on all fours would keep him in sight. Ro doubted the man was concerned enough to watch the traffic below anyways. He didn't know Kylin. He didn't know what a spiteful bastard he was.

"The man'll learn..." He muttered. Ro-an smirked to himself and climbed off of his bike. He tugged the gauntlets tied to his belt off and slid them onto his paws, clenching and unclenching his fists, ready for a fight just in case. He walked across the clearing separating the road from the trees and followed the light, hardly noticeable trail Kaldon had made beforehand.

"Follow him, and keep him here, whatever it takes" Kylin had ordered. No doubt he was planning to do some recon and research of his own. It was beyond him what it was he wanted with the Avian aside from putting him in his place, but Ro intended to do exactly as he was told.

Ro-an had arrived at the tree with the hologram. He slowed, crouched and narrowed his eyes just as the tip of the man's black wings phased through the false stone.

He waited...for ten minutes...then twenty, then his impatience got the better of him and he stood. As long as the man stayed there in Meadhold he could do as he pleased. Why the hell not see the man face to face. It was the honorable way to go about all this as opposed to sneaking around and ambushing. He rose to his feet, brushed dirt from his shins and strode boldly up to the facade. "Winged man, I know you're here, I'd like to speak to you face to face."

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Character Portrait: Ro-an Gaulf Character Portrait: Kaldon Voidwing Character Portrait: Kylin Athene

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"Kylin is the best thief I know." Ro-an admitted, chuckling a deep rumbling laugh. For a split moment, at the mention of the theft of his loyalty he allowed a fond smile to curl the corners of his lips. "Whatever he wants with you I can guarantee it will tickle the competitive edge in you if you have one. He has a way of doing that, in more ways than one. You are obviously far stronger physically and...well technologically, there's no way he is going to accept a basic physical fight unless he knows he has an edge."

For a moment he remembered Kylin's ice blade, he doubted considerably that that alone would be able to dispatch someone with such significant alterations, it would have to be well aimed. His fight with Kylin had been completely without armor, a situation he had manipulated into being by knowing his weakness for honor and a fair fight. He was distracted from his thoughts as the citric scent of tea wafted towards him, strong to his senses but pleasing anyway. He accepted his cup thankfully. "Don't worry about it the natural flavor is well enough for me."

He blew at the steaming beverage and chanced a sip just as Kaldon brought out the hilt and tossed it to him. He caught it and experienced first hand the rush of prophetic visions. His expression darkened as he set the hilt down on the table, not fond of touching the thing. "Yes...historically my tribe has had a...wary truce with magic. Most therians can't make their own magic, only wield it through blades and armor so of course we would have our ledgends warning against it, curses and dark things like that. We value hard work, trade, and technique above any quick an easy magic trick."

He leaned his elbows against his knees and scratched the fluffy soft white fur on his chin as he listened, and nodded sharply. "Yes its very likely he just wants to know enough to know who best to sell it to. I on the other hand...I agree. It should be destroyed. It's near impossible to change Kylin's mind about things once he's set but...I will attempt to change his mind about this. It would be the right decision to help you destroy it...or allow you to at the very least."

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Kylin had found himself in Landon's lap.

Persuasion has many different steps and paths, it was more of a dance or a chess match than it was a well structured argument. When talking to a certain person you must first and foremost know what tickles their giving side. For some it was mutual benifit. For others, kindness and a genuine nature, sometimes it was understanding, sometimes bribery and a firm upper hand, and of course there was also sex.

Kylin was absolutely NOT about to have sex with this sea bastard. He had standards. There is no telling what sort of sea dwelling crabs and parasites he had living in his precious treasure. Or what manner of weird fantasies he entertained, no matter how romantic it sounded, being taken in the rush of the waves it wasn't worth the sand friction and drowning potential and Kylin hated the water.

No, he wasn't going to let him remove his clothing but he'd entertain him some. Landon had his hands in a lot of pockets. Prostitutes on land and sea, thieves like him, mercenaries. If anyone knew anything about anyone it was him so Kylin strode up to him dressed in light airy clothing that bore his light chest the fabric rippling in the sea breeze over his carefully honed musculature, thin and strong. Landon had met him once before and recognized him at once. "Ah, you must be the one who stole from Kaldon..." He'd laughed, his eyes stuck on the striking visage of the winged man in angelic clothing. "A bit chilly to be wearing that, isn't it? Especially for a land creature like yourself. What do you want so late at night?"

"I want to know what you know. Kaldon, the hilt. The visions. He told you to seek an oracle for him didn't he."

Landon merely laughed, sitting back amusedly. "Whether or not he did is no one's business but mine and his."

"Whether or not I do something for you in return is no one's business but yours and mine" Kylin replied. They were silent for a moment, Landon weighing his options. That was when Kylin had strode over and taken a place in his lap, drawing his chin up to look Landon in the eyes. "You're close with him aren't you? Friends? Exes?....no...Friends."

"Associates." Landon said, smiling. "Listen, you have the hilt don't you? You probably know more about it than I do, I haven't even seen it."

Kylin scowled. "I don't have it."

"He's alot stronger than he looks, isn't he. Smarter too." Landon grinned, this irritated Kylin and he stood up, turning his back.

"This is a waste of my time. If you get any news from an oracle you tell ME first. I'll make it worth your while." He fished out his cash card and flashed it at him meaningfully. "My next run is coming in soon I can add 0s to your account as well."

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Pike grabbed a handful of cash from one of the many chests he had that were full of it. He stuffed it in a small pouch tied to his waist and jumped into the water. He swam down the tunnel into the ocean. He felt like celebrating because he had a big score today, he took down a big pirate ship with a couple swings to its hull from underneath. It sank like a stone and after all the pirates had fled for their lives, he went down and collected a sizable amount of loot. Mostly cash, but some gold, jewels and enchanted weapons as well that would be worth quite a bit when he went to sell them.
He was swimming past Aquailia, a major city for the merfolk just off south west of Meadhold, when a shady looking merman came swimming up to him.
“Hey Pike wait up!” He called.
“What’s going on, you got any leads for me today?”
“Well, I heard a couple of things. That troll is still going crazy over in Frosthiem. Stopping every supply shipment from coming into the city, seems like he’s being controlled by someone or something. They say there’s a group of adventurers trying to take it out. Also Landon sent word around that he’s got an associate looking for an oracle, said it was something about an old hilt that was causing visions. I’m not sure what any of that is about, but it sounded like the kind of thing you normally take interest in.”
“Well, that’s good to know. Any word on any pirate ships on the move through here?”
“No. Most of them have caught on, they’re starting to say the waters of Whitebeach are cursed. They’re starting to avoid your territory.”
“Damn, that sucks. Okay, well, thanks for the info.” He said as he swam toward the shores of Meadhold. He surfaced from the water with little more than the moonlight and the dim glow of the city to light his way. He took note of a glow from under the docks as he finally reached the shore. He was able to make out two figures in the glow, one looked to be merman, the other was clearly avian. As he walked closer, he realized that he knew both of them. He got closer and could see from Kylin’s body language that he was turning on the charm, probably trying to get something out of Landon. He suddenly stood up and turned around.
“Well, well. Look what we have here.” He said baring his teeth in a big grin. “It’s the fledgling thief trying to work his seductive magic on my favorite informant. Doesn’t seem to be working, though. Figures that I’d run into you when I’m trying to have a good time.” He gave Kylin a seductive wink. “So, let me guess, you heard about the pieces of the Oblivion blade starting to surface too? You trying to see if he knows where the next one will turn up?” He chuckled as he moved in close to Kylin. “You know I’d be willing to help you if you could promise that it would end the way the Kendal mace raid did.” He turned to Landon and saw the perplexed look on his face. “We fight our way through the ancient Dimmist ruins to steal the fabled Mace of Kendal, killing goblins, undead and giant rats. Then when we go to get paid for the heist, this fledgling flies off and turns it in by himself and takes all the cash.” He gave Kylin a gentle elbow nudge “But I’ve moved on. So think about it for a little bit. I’m gonna be at the bar enjoying my latest catch if you want my help.”

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Kylin shut his eyes as irritation rose within him once more, but it simmered and dropped as Pike explained their last encounter with one another. He smirked, "Maybe if you quit calling me fledgeling I'd let you in on the cash-in more often, its all fine and dandy if you like that sort of trash but don't compare me to them."

His tone was soft, it wasn't hard to tell it had irritated him. "First drink is on me if you can tell me something fun about Kaldon."

"I can tell you something fun about Kaldon." The voice came from out in the open as Victor strode down from the tavern. His stride was slightly unsteady as he navigated the dips and rises of the sand, it was clear he'd finally broke and ordered a drink...several after they'd left. The grin on his face was uncanny with his cold sunken eyes.

"Finally someone competant!" Kylin rushed across the sand and attacked Victor with a hug causing both to sway dangerously and almost fall.

"J-jesus-..." Victor cried out, laughing. Kylin's brows came together and he sniffed Victor, yanking his head towards him unceremoniously.

"Is that...perfume? Did-.....did you get laid in there? Seriously?" Kylin sounded deeply impressed and surprised. "Look at you go...Our young Viccy is growing up...You're giving me all the details once we crack Kaldon open for all he's worth."

"Weeeeelll" Victor said slowly. "Turns out though....turns out the man had a man. A lover or someshit. Even had an arranged marriage he abandoned and everything. He died from some...messed up quest I think."

"Awwwwwh he's heartbroken...I'm sure I can make....well something of this. Pike you're coming with me, the drinks can wait, besides I'm sure you'll get along just well with Ro-an."

Victor groaned, knowing that a giant pirate fish with more history with Kylin than him was going to put Ro-an in a sour mood. "This isn't going to end well."

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Pike was hesitant to follow along with the group and give up on getting a drink. “Usually I’d be pissed enough to bite someone’s head off if I were told where I was going or what I was doing. And coming between me and my alcohol, that’s never a wise idea.” He said flatly as he bared his teeth at Victor, seeming that he was the cause of his sudden lack of booze. “However, it’s rare that I get to spend any time with friends on dry land, so I’ll go along with you guys for now.” He smiled over at Kylin. “But you owe me.” He said with a thick tone of seduction in his voice. He knew how uncomfortable it made Kylin when he flirted and he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to make him squirm.
The group left Landon behind and started off in what seemed to him to be a random direction. “Hey, not to be captain obvious here, but where exactly are we going and who's this Ro-an guy you were talking about?”

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Kylin looped his arm around Pike's and patted his forearm lightly smiling. His tone about as promising as a honeyed dessert. "Trust me you will get what you are owed and more, as long as you leave all my men in one piece."

Victor was giggling, tipsy still. "Ro-an is Kylin's big boy. He's had it for him since the day they met. Strong as hell, could probably punch out those smilers you love so much."

"Quiet, Victor, don't be an ass." Kylin said dismissively. "I'm this close to sending you back to the inn and letting Pike give you a black eye. I have to go there anyways to get some things."

Their detour wasn't a long one, they were staying in a recognizable inn covered in gaudy tourist lures, not a cheap stay, which wasn't unlike Kylin. He liked to indulge on the gold he earned dishonerably. A good portion of the money he'd stolen from Pike abd his own hard work had gone into a vacation rather similar, except with more prostitutes which he'd actually bought for a few other mercenaries. Not to say he didn't join in. They were attractive mercenaries. He had been incredibly disgraceful in his past. Kylin changed, forced a coffee into Victor's hands and had them wait a few moments while he survayed for signs of where Ro-an had gone.

Ro-an's bike was visible in the weeds outside the wooded area that Kaldon hid in. Kylin clambered through the window and explained their heading.

"Aaah right, Brandie'd said something about a house or...tree or something." Victor mumbled.

"You're useless. Stay here, Victor. Even if we did fight you'd probably just fall over. Lay down, Pike and I can handle this, right Pike?" Kylin gifted him a wink and his wings shifted along his back, "I hope you can still keep up!"

Kylin went to the window again and let himself fall backwards out of it, spinning in time to spread his wings and catch lift. A few strong thrusts and he was soaring upwards, more silent than the coastal winds.

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Ro-an glimpsed at his watch. "Kylin should be here soon, its half past midnight."

He got to his feet and stepped outside to check, tipping his head up to catch a scent.

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“Just like old times.” Pike smiled before jumping out the same window. It wasn’t too high so he landed on his feet. While he was not nearly as fast on land as he was in the water, he was still faster than any human could ever be. He ran as silently as Kylin flew and kept perfect pace with him, though it was difficult to keep an eye on him as they got into forest. He was barely able to see the avian as he soared over the treetops, only occasionally seeing his creamy wings reflecting the moonlight. He found himself glad that it was a clear night. He slowed his pace when he saw Kylin drop down below the tree line and land gently on the ground. He looked at the huge tree and saw a rather large tiger therian standing in front of it. “Oh this must be the Ro-an that the little human was talking about. He is a big boy; I can see why you would have a thing for him. Of course, I can see why he’d have a thing for you as well.” He smiled looking Kylin up and down before laughing. “Ooo, and who’s the big buff avian with the raven wings and the lovely tight boxers? He looks kinda hunky. Is he one of yours as well?” He asked as Kaldon walked out through the false stone door.

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Kaldon contemplated the possibilities of the hilt falling into the wrong hands. He barely noticed as Ro-an stood up and stepped outside. He came to his senses as the tiger passed through the doorway. He stood up and followed him to see Kylin and an unknown shark coming toward the tree. He leaned in to Ro-an, not taking his eyes off them. “Who’s the shark?” he asked in a hushed voice.

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Kylin punched Pike in the shoulder and hissed, "Shut up, it's not like that."

He kept it vague on whether he was referring to his feelings for Ro-an or Kaldon's association with them, it applied to both so perfectly. Pike was not the first to misunderstand the complication that was Ro-an and him. Fact of the matter is it was very unlikely that he'd fall for anyone, especially outside his species. His trust when it came to his body alone was guarded enough, his trust when it came to the emotional side of him was near impenetrable. Ro-an was...close though. He had to admit to himself, on rare occasion that Ro-an's iron clad honor was very appealing. He was incredibly strong, and...well his fur was quite soft and very nice to rest against.

Kylin did not love Ro-an though. Ro-an's love was useful. It caused him to work harder than he himself realized to make the impossible possible and occasionally...that was necessary. He was Kylin's big boy, his big bodyguard. His knight piece out to protect the queen.

"I have no idea who that is." Ro-an replied, his tone as growl as it would get. Immediate distrust caused him to grip the tie on his gauntlets.

"Relax, Ro, he won't eat you unless I tell him to." Kylin said casually striding right up to them. He stood right in front of Kaldon and looked him in the eyes. "We're coming in."

"Ah! Pike-Ro, Ro-Pike. And that's....that's Kaldon..." Kylin explained turning after he'd passed the two. He did allow his eyes to take in the undergarments for a bit. "Aren't you cold? Nevermind you can stay like that. I like seeing where your weapons are."

Ro-an huffed, displeased by Kylin's explanation of Pike. He looked the shark over, words dancing on his tongue causing his whiskers to twitch slightly. "What's your plan, Kylin. It seems like stealing the hilt is rather pointless it's too hot and no one is going to buy a weapon piece unless they know what it does."

"Which is exactly why Kaldon here is going to tell us what it does. So far I know it gives visions which is valuable. Pike here seems to think its a......a...." He looked to Pike. "What did you say it was? Obsidian piece? Obscurian piece? Something valuable sounding."

"Its dangerous, Kylin, we should destroy-" Ro-an started.

"Hold on. What has he told you, Ro-an?" Kylin asked putting his hand up to quiet the others. His eyes narrowed at Ro-an at the possibility of having knowledge hidden from him.

"There are a lot of ledgends out there. This piece is no good for sale. The powers we're dealing with are on a whole different level."

"And not selling it is going to get me what? Good boy points?" Kylin spat. He turned his gaze to Kaldon."Give me one reason the three of us shouldn't just kill you and sell it anyways. For example, do we get to sell you instead, balance the cost?"

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A smirk crept across Kaldon’s face, the same smug grin he back at the bar. “Wow, your moral compass only points toward the gold doesn’t it?” He snickered. “You must be the most uncultured avian I’ve ever met. It’s the Oblivion blade, it’s a legend older than the fuckin’ Nocturnal War and you seem to be the only avian to have never heard of it.” He bent down and grabbed the hilt with his cyber hand from under the chair. “As for why you aren’t going to kill me, well, there’s still this.” He projected laser dots on to everyone’s head. “But threats aren’t necessary because, unlike you, I’m a man of honor.” He turned to Ro-an and gave a sympathetic look. “I told you I’d give it to him if you couldn’t convince him to destroy it.” He turned back to Kylin and tossed the hilt at him. “It’s all yours. The hilt, the money you get from selling it, the guilt when you realize that whoever buys it is probably going to try to destroy the world. This is only one piece of the oblivion blade, but if one surfaces the rest will surface soon after. If the blade is re-forged it can be used to open a portal to the underworld. So, by all means, if cash means more to you than the rest of the world, if you can live with that guilt, go ahead and sell it, but you won’t be able to enjoy the spoils for very long.” He turned to Ro-an again. “I’m sorry. You seem to be the only one in your little group that understands the severity of the situation. In another time I would have gladly fought by your side. Men of honor are rare lately. Come and see me if you ever want to get away from him, chances are we’ll all be fighting for our lives soon enough, better to be fighting on the side of honor.”

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Kylin looked down at the hilt, heavy in his hands and studied its appearance for once actually looking at it. Ro-an was silent, watching him, he himself seemed to have decided not to respond to Kaldon's remarks, it was Kylin's time to speak.

"I really do hate people like you, Kaldon. All honor and grace until it comes to someone you don't like. One evening and you're ready to leap at the chance to make a judgement on my moral compas and intelligence. I'll wager you expect I used trickery to get Ro-an on my side as well and somehow have him blackmailed to stay with me. What the hell is a warrior like him doing with a low rent thief like me."

Kylin tossed the hilt back to Kaldon and crossed his arms across his chest and chuckled. "Why would you just give something like that up anyhow? Your moral compass must be flawed if just handing something like that over is an ok thing to do in your mind. Especially after you so readily flaunt how disgustingly powerful you are. Somehow standing back and putting your hands up in surrender takes away your guilt. You're not doing this because it's 'the right thing to do'. It's obviously a distraction and a curiosity."

Kylin's gaze flicked around the room until they landed on the photo on the mantle. "A distraction from him maybe?"

He took a few steps forward until he was standing directly in front of Kaldon. He looked him in the eyes, his focus switching between Kaldon's very different looking gaze. "Gold..."

"Tell you what, when this is all over you will pay me. You'll pay me in one kiss. A proper one, on the lips no complaints and no half-assing. I stole from you because you looked interesting, because I liked your stride and I followed you here because you pissed me off with your cocky attitude. There's room for only one narcissist here and that's me. I'll help you destroy the hilt because Ro-an thinks it's the right thing to do and we work together as a team. You don't know it yet but you'll need me. I know a lot about magic-infused weaponry."

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“Oh my fucking gods, finally!” Kaldon exclaimed. “Was that really so hard?!” He started laughing. He had hold his sides and laughed for a good five minutes before he saw the confusion on everyone’s faces. He finally caught his breath. “Seriously, this is the first time you’ve been honest with me since you met me. Of course you’re right, my own moral compass would have to be pretty fucked up if I were just gonna hand something that powerful to you and not think twice about it. Thing is, I knew you weren’t as morally devoid as I said you were, I knew you cared about the fate of the world, even if it was just because you live here. The problem was that the only way to get you to be honest about it was to wound your pride.” He chuckled and threw an arm over Kylin’s shoulder. “Good gods that was hard to do, but the morality thing seemed to be the best way to do it. Why else would someone as noble as Ro-an stay with you if there weren’t some good in you? Sure this whole thing is a bit of a distraction and curiosity, but not from Dylex, more from the monotony of my life in the jungle as a weapons smith. As for Dylex, he would have wanted me to be happy and move on. Also that was years ago.” He ran a finger down Kylin’s cheek and gave him a wink. “Oh, and by the way, you better make room, because I’m just as much a narcissist as you are.” He grabbed ahold of Kylin’s blue shall and pulled him close to where his face was mere inches from his own. “Consider this a down payment for helping to destroy the hilt.” He pressed his lips to Kylin’s and forced his tongue into his mouth, giving him a deep passionate kiss. “After we’re done destroying this thing, I’ll give you something much better.” He laughed at the shocked look on Kylin’s face. “Oh and I know you aren’t just doing this because I wounded your pride, or because Ro-an wants you too, but because you know it’s the right thing to do, that hilt needs to be destroyed. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go get dressed.” He walked into the other room and started putting his armor on.

“Uh… what the hell just happened? Did he just pull a 180 on Kylin?” Pike asked Ro-an quietly. “My gods they’re both so screwed up in the head, they’re… perfect for each other.”

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Kylin was frozen in place, staring at the spot where Kaldon had just stood the feeling of his lips still fresh in his mind. Speechless, again fir the second time in just one night Kaldon had managed to take him completely off guard. Kylin refused to face Pike and Ro-an until the heat in his face cooled down from the temperature of the sun, but there was no hiding his breathlessness. 'Fuck....get a hold of yourself...' he thought, coldly. He clenched his fists, then let them go, lost as to how he ought to properly react. A shamefully large portion of him was tempted to burst into the back room and interrupt his dressing. He had never felt less sure of his actions before.

Ro-an was furious. He felt immediately the moment Kaldon took hold of Kylin's shawl a mistake had been made in leading them all there. "No." He growled

"They're going to tear each other apart." He stated, for Pike to hear. He turned and left the tree, unable to bear the stench anymore. Ro-an might have been a noble soul but even he was a mere therian man subject to jealousy.

Kylin finally snapped out of his shock and he knocked on the back room door. "So....what is your...grand plan, since you're so sure of all of us. Why are you dressing, its past midnight and we don't have an oracle."d

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Kylin was frozen in place, staring at the spot where Kaldon had just stood the feeling of his lips still fresh in his mind. Speechless, again fir the second time in just one night Kaldon had managed to take him completely off guard. Kylin refused to face Pike and Ro-an until the heat in his face cooled down from the temperature of the sun, but there was no hiding his breathlessness. 'Fuck....get a hold of yourself...' he thought, coldly. He clenched his fists, then let them go, lost as to how he ought to properly react. A shamefully large portion of him was tempted to burst into the back room and interrupt his dressing. He had never felt less sure of his actions before.

Ro-an was furious. He felt immediately the moment Kaldon took hold of Kylin's shawl a mistake had been made in leading them all there. "No." He growled

"They're going to tear each other apart." He stated, for Pike to hear. He turned and left the tree, unable to bear the stench anymore. Ro-an might have been a noble soul but even he was a mere therian man subject to jealousy.

Kylin finally snapped out of his shock and he knocked on the back room door. "So....what is your...grand plan, since you're so sure of all of us. Why are you dressing, its past midnight and we don't have an oracle."

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Kaldon laughed at Kylin’s question. “Sheesh one kiss and you’re set on keeping me in my underwear. What kind of boy do you think I am?” He opened the door, wearing a different set of armor than before, a lighter set that fit more like normal clothing. He smiled at the obvious look of frustration on Kylin’s face. “My plan is simple really. It’s clear that this is the hilt to the oblivion blade, I think we’ve established that without the help of an oracle. What isn’t clear is how many other pieces are left of the shard and who is looking for them. You say you know a lot about magic-infused weaponry, well here’s your chance to prove it. I’m assuming you can use the hilt to track the other pieces of the blade, so I figure you can prepare for that here, and I’ll go out and get any supplies you need in order to do so. After we track down the pieces, we’ll figure out a way to destroy it then. Simple right?”

Pike followed Ro-an out of the tree. He could see the pain on his face. “You care about him don’t ya?” He asked as he came up next to him. “Sorry to be so thoughtless back there. My big mouth works faster than my brain sometimes." He turned to look the tiger in the face. “Does he know that you care about him? I get that your relationship with him is complicated, that’s the only kind he knows how to have. But keep in mind that Kaldon kissed him, not the other way around. His relationship with Kylin may be new, but it doesn’t negate anything that you two have.”

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Kylin's ears went red, again but he decided to ignore the comment. He thought on Kaldon's words, it seemed like a decent plan actually. His brain instantly began filing through his knowledge in search of creating the best spell that would allow them to find the other pieces. It was going to be interesting. He blinked, "Alright..."

Avians largely were not known for being magical creatures, however there were many ways to utilize magic without creating it yourself. It was a taxing business requiring endless patience and intelligence, researching a ritual that actually worked and performing it in a way that is useful for the specific task at hand, Kylin had done so much experimentation and meddling on his own that it became like a hobby of sorting out near impossible jigsaws or completing complex calculus equations. His specialty was of course weapons and armor being that his family had always been elbow deep in the embers of a forge.

Kylin was then pacing around the hollow tree rolling the hilt between his bare palms, examining it as it sent its visions jetting through him. He needed to understand it in order to locate the other parts of it. Who created it? What magic did they use. He could almost feel it tingling against his fingertips, it was as unique as a fingerprint. Every once in a while he paused and listed a multitude of strange items, sounding off as if he intended to make some obscure potion. "I'll need three sprigs of ivy, a fist full of those bloodroot seeds, do you have a fire pit? The fireplace will do just fine. You'll need to stop by the book store and get me the oldest tome they have on the ledgends of this thing. I need to see the stories. If we do this right the hilt will tell us itself."

Ro-an's shoulders slumped slightly as he stared out into the pitch black, he watched a rabbit peer out at him before dashing off into the foliage.

"Of course he knows....He knew more about me than I knew about myself the moment he robbed me." The way his voice broke off was telling, the poor cat was lost to Kylin the moment he set eyes on him. He looked to Pike. "You....me...Victor....we're predictable. He has me exactly where he wants me to be...right beside him and three steps behind. It doesn't take a genius to see that surprise is what gets him fired up."

"But you're right...no man is as loyal as I. I will stand with him....regardless."

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Kaldon thought about the herbs Kylin had instructed him to find. He hadn’t been in this forest for years, but, provided there had been no major land development in that time, he was pretty certain he could find them. The ivy was growing on the side of the tree and was no big deal, but bloodroot seeds were harder to find. Bloodroot was actually a large fern that was known to grow around graveyards, the roots of it were a deep crimson red. It was often believed that the blood of the dead was leeched out, giving them their morbid name.

“I think I can find all that stuff, but as for the books, I think I have something better than some old stories.” Kaldon smiled. Though it seemed like he was getting ready for a suicide mission, he couldn’t help but smile knowing that nearly everything he did that was unexpected got Kylin a little more flustered and frustrated and that seemed to be when he was the most himself and the only time his guard was down. He went to an old oil painting on the wall and took it off the wall. There was a small keypad. He entered a short sequence of numbers and pulled open the small door. There were a number of small valuable items in the safe, but he took out a thick book before closing the door again. It had a faded red leather cover and the pages were a sepia tone. It was something that was common among avian families. It was known by many different names, but the most common was the family tome. The book was passed down from one generation to the next and the most important events of that generation would be recorded from the point of view of the owner of the book. The Voidwing tome had been passed down over the course of three eras and nearly nine hundred generations. The book was the tenth volume and the other nine were in is house back in Fogmarch.

“Here.” He said as he set the book down on the table. “I think it’s Jalmor Voidwing’s story.” He thumbed through the book until he got to the second person’s story and it was that of Jalmor. “Here it is, he wasn’t the most noble branch in my family tree, but he did keep good records of everything. I believe he called the whole ordeal the Vile Negation. He was a servant to the vile mage of necromancy. It’s all there in the book, tells the whole story of how all the evil mages had trust issues and destroyed their own creation.” He gave Kylin a pat on the shoulder. “I’m gonna go get the other ingredients. Hope this helps.” He then went out the door and flew off in the direction of the nearest graveyard.

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Kylin's expression actually softened when his gaze fell on the book. He gently took it from the table feeling the weight of Kaldon's ancestors in his arms. There was something incredibly beautiful about it, all that history that belonged completely to Kaldon. Kylin's family tome was lost to him, he didn't even recall seeing it among his brother's possessions and his parents...well they'd died a long time ago. He sat crosslegged and ran his fingertips gently over the book's pages. Kaldon seemed to have an uncanny way of cutting through his veil, setting out sides of him he'd taken great care about keeping tucked away especially from strangers like himself. His impulse driven rage, he'd acted without planning properly, without noticing important things, his competitive nature set him on a march to his doorstep and now they were there he was there helping him. What got to him worse was the fact that he didn't know at all if he could trust Kaldon. He was clever, read him like a book, and physically stronger than all three of his precious men, Pike included.

Kylin tensed slightly when Kaldon touched his shoulder, unsure what to expect anymore, but once he left he placed the book back on the table in order to scour the kitchen. "Ro! Come in here I need you."

Ro-an came as he was called,

"Get to your bike, call Victor tell him to bring my coal, some of that Naril dust I have it in a jar in my pack. The incense I got from east Sunrage. I also need him to bring his sword." He paused and glanced around the tree. "Oh and candles. Just grab the whole herb pack I have in the side packet its a little zipper pouch stuffed full, smells like Morrinweed root."

Kylin dumped the rest of the tea from the kettle and set about starting the fire in the fireplace. Ro-an stayed by his side for a moment.

"Kylin-...."

"Ro-an..." Kylin looked up at him, knowing full well what thoughts swam behind his big amber eyes. "I trust you know that I can handle myself, correct?"

"O-...of course I do..."

Kylin got to his feet and looked Ro-an straight in the eyes, his arms crossed across his chest. "You've been with me longer than anyone else has. Pike...knew me before but....you...you understand how I work better than Victor even...You know what my needs are, a challenge like this....Ro-an I have to trust that you can be as strong and as loyal as you've ever been for me. No one can do the things you do."

Ro-an's whiskers twitched but he voiced no response, simply nodding before turning to complete Kylin's request.

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Kaldon had flown a good ten miles to the nearest graveyard. He could see the sun beginning to rise on the Eastern horizon as he gently touched down in the graveyard. He didn’t want to come to this specific cemetery, but it was the closest one and time seemed to be a factor at the moment. He looked around the outer edges by the fences searching for any sign of the bloodroot fern. He finally found a small fern in the corner near a mausoleum. He grabbed the leaves and scraped the seeds from underneath into a small leather pouch.
“There you go again, trying to save the world.” Kaldon heard a familiar voice behind him. Kaldon stood up sharply and slowly turned around to see a non-caporal, glowing vapor in the form of Dylex.
“I’m doing what I can.” Kaldon replied. “I wish I could have saved you.”
“There was nothing you could have done, babe. The thugs took us by surprise.” He said as his form began to shimmer out a little bit.
“I miss you. Are you in a better place?”
“It’s amazing, but I can’t rest if you’re holding yourself back because of me. I know you just met him tonight, but it’s clear you like this Kylin guy. The last person to steel from you lost an arm, but this guy got a kiss.”
“He does rile my blood.” Kaldon blushed.
“Look I don’t have a lot of time here, I just want you to know that I don’t blame you for my death and I don’t want you to be so hung up on me that you don’t move on with your life. I’ll always love you and I know a part of you will always love me, but share your love if you find the right person. However, you might not want to move too fast, some guys get scared off by that.” And with that his form faded away.
“I love you.” Kaldon whispered.
He took to the skies once again and flew back toward the tree. The sun was at his back filtered through the trees as he landed in the forest at his treehouse. Pike was still standing guard outside as Kylin hadn’t given him any orders. He grabbed a few sprigs of ivy off the tree as walked into the house to find Kylin still nose-deep in his family tome.
“I got the stuff you asked for.” He said as he put the pouch on the table. “So, where’d you learn all this stuff about enchanting? Avians are usually more attuned to technology than magic. The only magic I know is all the stuff related to alloys and minerals. I couldn’t enchant a sword to save my life, but I could tell you what minerals to use to create a sleeping powder or what metal to make your sword out of to conduct different types of magic.” He chuckled.

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"Mmh well...I know how to do that as well but....this is involves a lot less sweating and folding and banging things into shapes." Kylin said simply, glancing up at Kaldon from his work. He took the pouch and set about using one of Kaldon's bowls to crush the bloodroot into using the back of his ice dagger as a makeshift pestle. He added a slight bit of water to it until it offered the exact shade and consistency of human blood. "Its the same ritual magic though, chanting, symbol inscriptions and infusion techniques. The stuff I do isn't nearly as potent as what's infused in that hilt though."

While Kaldon was gone he'd cleared a large space for him to work in and using a piece of charcoal he'd found in one of his pouches marked out on the floor where he was to place certain items. Kylin scraped the blood red solution into the kettle he'd emptied and set it over the fire to heat it a bit. They'd need to wait a bit before Ro-an came back with the rest of his supplies, he decided to use this chance to explain what he was doing.

"The magic infused in that hilt is powerful, beyond any kind of battle stuff that most people use, even beyond normal curses including the really old ones. They made this to be something that could overcome anything, and when magic gets that powerful it....sort of develops a character of its own. It wants to be put back together again, all we have to do is channel what's already in there to do it, give it a little direction. Unfortunately someone's going to have to channel all that since the only communication we have with the hilt is through its visions."

Kylin smiled brightly. "Now, I've seen what highly powerful magic infused weapons can do, you've seen Victor right? He was under the influence of a cursed sword and...well... I'm not channeling this thing, so you, Pike and the other two can draw straws on who gets their mind yanked into the past for a bit. I hate to single you out specifically but I will note that the fact that your blood relative helped make this thing might make this process go smoother.....or...cause things to go terribly wrong..."

Kylin murmured the last bit, his gaze drifting away from Kaldon. It really did depend on the hilt, he wasn't sure if it was inherently....dark and therefor malevolent or if the makers of the weapon merely feared whomever wielded it. It would be terribly unfortunate if Kaldon lost his mind and became exactly what the makers of the weapon had feared. Kylin was fairly certain that the magic in the weapon wasn't that sort, however.