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Victor Rosen

"Don't be stupid..."

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

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Name: Victor(Vic) Rosen
Race: Human
Class: Swordsman(one handed)

Primary strength:
His unique fight style acquired while he was under the curse. He fights in a wild unpredictable way drawing from the viscious bloodlust imprinted upon him.
-His speed and strength is given a momentary boost when he goes "berserk"

Secondary Strengths:
Technical know-how. He can put together and take apart just about anything with enough time. He is a tinkerer.

Shortfalls:
-Being an average human he can not make natural magic
-Average strength
-Average endurance

Side facts:
Victor has an unnatural appearance for a human of his age and health. His skin is almost ash colored and his lips seem to lack oxygen taking on a purplish hue along with sunken shadowed eyes with a watery irritated appearance. His irises are darkened and his pupils larger than normal almost giving him a doe-eyed look. All of this remnants of the curse they got rid of. There are traces still there and at night sometimes he does odd things without realizing it but he hasn't harmed anyone since he was cured.

No one is sure where his parents are at this point or if they are still alive. Not even he knows, he seems to avoid that topic.

Background History:

Victor was supposed to be a normal kid. He grew up with a normal family in a normal city. Well...as normal as it gets with Therians working as butchers and Elves working in textile shops. He just wanted to be well off like anyone else, and tried his hardest to do so applying to a technical school in the city. He had a lot of intelligence and a knack for understanding how things worked and were put together. Spent his youth collecting bits and parts of things and putting them together in ways no one would have thought to. He would have made a great head to a technological company.

It didn't last that way. His father expected "more" of him, felt he wasn't doing enough sitting around studying books when a warlock was out there.

"The Nocturnal war. You don't remember it but my grandfather could spin you tales. To fight against lawless magical beasts, to purge this world of that ungodly poison, that's the way for a man." It was easy for him to say six mugs under and with little more than the grime beneath his fingernails to speak of.

Victor didn't join the military for him. He didn't do it for himself either, it was to prove a point. Perhaps after a few scars and medals he'd earn the right and the funds to get what he wanted, what his father couldn't have even if he dreamed it. He never expected it all to come at a cost quite like this.

To be realistic, there wasn't a full war on. The military had little to do at the time he joined except routines and training, guard this, patrol that sort of things. No one really knew where the big bad warlock was or what he was doing. So all they had was busywork. Victor was pleased with his position, it was challenging physically but it wasn't the nightmare everyone said it was. He did as he was told and had his place among his crew. Even started to like them. Victor was pleasantly surprised at how he developed the strength and endurance that serving required and quietly relished in the peace. Until there was a lead.

Whatever brass oversaw his company seemed to think that a cluster of supporters were making action and stirring up magic deep in the forest so they sent out his enstallment to apprehend and question them. What they marched into, rifles in hand was the resting place of a very old cursed weapon. Only one man was inside, naked and surrounded by very old corpses. He looked possessed, his eyes completely black with veins of shadow seemingly throbbing and winding across the skin around his eyes. It was like his blood had turned thick and sour and was rebelling against his body. He immediately attacked and was immediately filled with a dozen brand new holes. There was no lead there, it was a waste of time. Victor's suggestion of taking the weapon back for an investigation made it into worse. Even with combat armor and gloves the curse drove its way into him the moment he touched it, digging its way into the skin of his wrist and tunneling its way up and through his body.

None of his men survived and after that day a new urban myth began to spread about a murderer and his blade.

Victor and Kylin:
Kylin is the one who seeked out Victor. Six months went by and the city overrun by paranoia and a strange curfew caught his interest luring him and Ro-an to go toe to toe with him. Victor was completely overcome at that point, little more than a corpse with a blade and an endless mindless call for blood. Kylin stood in the middle of an empty street with little more than a tourist booklet and commanded Ro-an to fight him to "see what the damage is". After watching them fight he declared him a case worth the rescue, if anything to challenge his steadily growing knowledge of magic weaponry and armor. It was a test. Kylin had Ro do all the heavy lifting. It took a full night to subdue him and several more hours to separate him from his blade. He cordoned off an inn room unofficially turning it into Victor's own private rehabilitation center and for three weeks did little more than research, shop for magic trinkets, meditate, and heal to the best of his ability without natural magic. It was useless. Whomever created the blade had natural ability which was far stronger than anything Kylin could reproduce Victor was dying and wouldn't survive much longer without proper treatment.

Kylin had Ro-an wrestle him onto a cart, bind him down and fasten his sword and hands against his chest. With that they transported him personally to the elves. Kylin had history with them, having done a favor for one of the many frigid snow elf siblings. Having a connection like that worked wonders as Victor was able to be seen to by an expert. It took a long time of rehabilitation but eventually they were able to remove the curse and lock away the weapon once more for good. Victor met Kylin for the first time as himself while they were there and he swore loyalty to him out of gratitude.

Victor and Ro-an:
After hearing how he was saved and patching what little he could remember from under the curse he and Ro-an became trusted companions. Victor tends in general to take their relationship as comrades more seriously. He noticed the way Kylin and Ro-an interact and learned very quickly what their mannerisms meant. Kylin was a sly, smart, manipulative devil and Ro-an a star struck soldier. He worshipped Kylin in a dangerous way. Kylin entertained Ro-an's fascination over him out of a greedy sort of intrigue but there was no doubt in Victor's mind that he would put an end to it the moment it got in the way of either his gains or his safety. It put them all in danger. Victor's attitude towards Ro-an is colder, not because he dislikes him but because he worries. No one ought to reach for a sun.

So begins...

Victor Rosen's Story

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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 eyed Kaldon for a moment, wonder on his mind. How is it that he can do this without even weighing argument with the other boys. Kylin wasn't about to risk his wellbeing to destroy the hilt, not like this and not right away not when he was the only one who could possibly get anyone back out of it. It was partially an excuse as well even if their roles were reversed Kylin was sure he didn't trust Kaldon enough to make such a risk. Somehow...Kaldon trusted him... That or he was truly selfless enough for his mistrust not to matter which purplexed Kylin.

Kylin decided not to question it out loud, not currently anways.

A few miles away Ro-an had already arrived back at the hotel and had jostled Victor awake in order to get him moving.

"Kylin needs us, get up, grab your sword." Victor squinted up at the tiger as he bent next to Kylin's bed and tugged out his travel bag and unzipped the front pocket.

"What're we doing?" He asked drowsily. "Kylin got us a job? Is it to do with robo-wings with the cyber bits?"

"We're going to trace the parts to a very valuable magic weapon. The avian's helping, so is Pike." Victor propped his head up onto his elbow and studied Ro-an as he brought a pouch to his nose and sniffed it before tugging open the zipper. He grunted and the bridge of his nose wrinkled in disgust. "Augh...that's it..."

"Something happened didn't it..." Victor said his tone more serious. Victor didn't need a verbal response Ro-an's annoyed glance told him all he needed to know.

"Get dressed and let's go."

Victor had settled back into his sullen nature, his grayish face drawn as he had himself a quick shower, dressed, packed the things he might've needed for the day and took up his sword, holding it within its sheath as they made their way down and back onto his bike. Several minutes later the pair appeared from the thick of the foliage. Ro-an put a hand on Pike's shoulder, "I don't know what he intends to do but if this winds up like the ordeal with him did we'll be needing you" He jerked his thumb back at Vic.

"Took you two long enough." Kylin sighed as he took his spot near the fire, facing the markings on the floor They were arranged in a broken circle, words scrawled in an ancient runic script derived from old elvish.

Ro-an entered the tree and crouched outside the charcoal markings he'd made. He unzipped his backpack and tossed Kylin the pouch, then immediately began tugging out a small pile of old hand-written books, piling them on both sides of Kylin. Kylin placed the pouch beside him and took up one of his book, flipping pages and looking up symbols he had scribbled down a long time ago. He muttered to himself and nodded. "Yep, I was right, bloodroot, Ivy..."

He took up a piece of chalk and stepped inside the circle, scribbling down another set of words to close the circle. Ro-an handed him small candles and he gestured for Kaldon to sit where he was standing. "Sit there. I need to put down your marks. Your full name, what is it, you don't have any third names do you?"

He waited and placed the hilt in front of where Kaldon was to sit. "Crosslegged, hands resting on your legs. Relax, like you're the only one in the room, you and the hilt. When I tell you to pick it up do so, do it carefully as if it's unbroken and place it across your lap, it'll feel like the whole weapon is there if...if I did it right. Just watch for what it shows you, it will probably be the past but if we're lucky we'll get future locations to work with...Even so if we just knew where they originally took the shards it will be a start."

Kylin hesitated and looked to Kaldon, his lips pursed, a thought at the edge of his tongue before he banished it and sat down in his spot. "Pike, Ro-an if something happens hold him down and tie him up until I can figure out what to do, Victor you will have to take the hilt and give him your sword instead, it might help to calm him since it's warded to bleach out curse effects...sort of like a lozenge for a sore throat. It may or may not work for magic like this..."

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“No, it’s just Kaldon Voidwing.” He replied before Kylin wrote it down in ancient elvish rune script. He sat as instructed and closed his eyes allowing his mind to go blank and waiting for Kylin to tell him to pick up the blade. Kylin finally told him to do so and he reached out with his organic hand and picked up the hilt without opening his eyes. It felt as though it was whole again just as Kylin had said it would. He set it across his lap. In an instant he was no longer in the room. He was at a very old altar on the top of a mountain He was able to see, hear, smell and feel everything, but at the same time he was not in control of the body he was in. He realized that he was experiencing everything through the body of Jalmor, his ancestor. He focused on the group of people at the altar. They were arguing about the Oblivion blade that was on the altar. Each of them insisting that they were the only one worthy of wielding such power. The arguments escalated until the mages began to fight each other. There were bolts of magic of all types being thrown, though Kaldon couldn’t identify them, zombies and skeletons rose out of the ground, wolves, trolls and bears began to attack and even elemental golems manifested themselves to fight. It was clear that Jalmor had been observing from a distance as he stayed out of the battle. As the battle raged Kaldon tried to keep focused on the blade and soon he saw several bolts of magic collide above the altar before combining and blasting straight down striking the blade. At first the blade seemed to absorb the magic but then it started glowing as if it had just been pulled from the forge and then the blade exploded sending shards flying and killing every one of the mages. The vision faded out briefly as Kaldon felt Jalmor flee in terror. Kaldon was now a free floating spirit in the past, no longer tethered to his relative. The vision flashed forward to several days later. He was hovering above the altar and he saw a group about five elves all dressed in grey robes coming up the path. He watched as they all silently collected the shards and the hilt of the blade. “This is truly the darkest of all magic.” The leader spoke. “As the last of the neutral elves, it is our duty to ensure that these blades be secured away from each other and anyone who would wish to use them. They have been infected with the vile magic and infused with the blood of the evil wizards they killed and should they become whole again, the bade could tear apart the very fabric of this plane and open a portal to something far worse. Go now and hide them in the most inhospitable locations, that none may find them, and tell no one of their existence.” The vision began to fade again before he got several brief flashes. He saw a volcano, a hunk of metal deep under water, a crown with a shard as a jewel on a corpse, a small island he had never seen before that was covered in ice and snow, an old man spying on a snow elf and a blonde female warrior, a cave with a giant spider, and a meteorite deep under water.
Kaldon slowly felt himself returning to his own body in his own time. He opened his eyes, everyone in the room was staring at him. He had no idea how long he had been gone, but it only felt like it had been a few minutes. Kaldon tried to stand up but found himself too weak to stand and quickly lost his balance and sat back down on the floor. “I saw it. I saw the blade shattered, I saw where the shards are, well sort of. I only recognized a couple places.” He said before grabbing a piece of paper and a pen to write down what he saw before he forgot it. As he wrote he noticed the palm of his hand was branded with the design of the hilt. He quickly felt his face and neck for any sign of physical changes and found none. “These are the places we need to go.” He handed the paper to Kylin and then fainted with exhaustion.

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During the event Kylin sat across from Kaldon, his eyes closed as he chanted in whispered tones words that hadn't been used in centuries upon centuries. The firelight flickered and dimmed to a dull ember glow and smoke seemed to be drawn back into the room in order to settle inside the circle and swirl slowly. Kylin swayed as if he himself were about to pass out as magic he had no place having inside his body flowed through him and into the circle entwining around Kaldon's hand and triggering the hilt's abilities. Ro-an tensed like a black and orange statue while Victor looked as drawn and sickly as ever, sagging in his stance as half formed memories and sensations drew to him.

The moment it all broke and Kaldon came back to his senses it was as if a small glass film had shattered before everyone's eyes and they were all brought back to some form of physical control. Kaldon attempted to stand before resigning to scrawl what he knew on paper and it wasn't until he passed out that Kylin managed to force words past his parched throat.

"Ro-an take him to the bed, I'll see to him..." He gasped. "Pike, please look at that map tell me if there is anything you are familiar with we need to make our travel plans...tools...provisions..."

Kylin got to his feet shakily as Ro-an picked Kaldon up in both arms and took him to his own room. Kylin checked his temperature for a fever, opened his shirt to feel his chest then inspected the brand on his hand with worry. He washed the open burn, carefully then rubbed ground herbs into it and wrapped it into a gauze on which he wrote a few ward symbols. For the moment he seemed alright, the procedure seemed to draw from his energy twice as much as his own which he hadn't accounted for.

"You should be fine..." He muttered. Kylin sighed and sank to sit on the floor next to the bed. "Pike, come here I can't bring myself to get up anymore."