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Kael

"I don't care what happens, but I need to find the dragons."

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a character in “LORE: The Heroes Legacy”, as played by TheUnnamedOne

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Kael




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"If you look into my mind, I WILL kill you"




BASICS






Name: Kael
Age: 19
Date of Birth: Unknown
Gender: Female
Race: Half-dragon Half-human
Race Traits: Has the appearance of Human but can change into a smaller dragon if needed (Though she can't at this point in time because she is being punished); Enhanced sight, hearing and smell; As dragons are Magical creatures she can use Magic, however only certain types of magic and it takes her longer to learn; Immunity to old age but tendency to get sick easily; Dragon kin physically age slowly than other races, giving her the appearance of a 19 year old when she is actually a bit older. To avoid confusion she just says she is 19
Height: 5ft 8in
Weight: 135lbs
Body type: Skinny but fit, not very muscular





Appearance

"Never judge someone by what you see, sometimes the strongest people are the weakest looking."






Human - While in human form her hair is dark purple and long enough to touch her lower back. She usually wears it up in a ponytail. Her eyes change with her mood as she has dragon blood. Her Aura(Magic) is purple.
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Dragon - When she is in her Dragon form she is half the size and strength of a normal dragon. At this point in her life she will get a little bigger but not by much. Her scales are purple with bits of blue and green, and very hard. No weapon can pierce a Dragons scales. Her belly, however, has very soft and fragile scales lining it. Her wings are thin to touch but very durable and tough.
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Kael used to wear a long white cloak and a black outfit with lots of straps and pockets. However, due to a large amount of Dragon blood staining the outfit she had to get rid of it. She lost her cloak in a forest. She has a small bag on her back for the few things she carries with her and a Dagger on her waist which she uses when she can't use Magic.
Her outfit now (without the gloves and with a bit of black, made of silk): Image




Description

"Rule one: Never underestimate your enemy. That could get you killed." -Screthin





Strengths: Stamina is surprisingly large; Magic; Speed, nearly unrivaled.
Weaknesses: Her magic sometimes does not work, for unknown reasons; weak immune system; magic potential is halved due to the curse placed on her; does not trust easily; mental barriers weak - anyone can look into her mind, however, she will know immediately and doesn't take kindly to people who look or connect to her mind without permission

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Class: Mage
Skills: Magic to do with the mind/soul, basic dagger,




Spells

Each spell is spoken in Dragon Tongue





Fright - Sends target into a state of panic, leading them to either flee or to attack wildly and without thinking
Sleep - Sends the target to sleep for a short period of time
Hypnosis - controls the target for a short period of time, whether it's to get them to attack an enemy or to tell information it doesn't matter.
Sooth - Can calm down a being who is enraged or frightened
NightMare - While a target is asleep will force a nightmare on them which will harm them or kill them
Soul absorb - While target is immobilized and/or close to death can take soul to increase power. This spell is dangerous as it has a very high chance to backfire and force out the casters soul instead, effectively killing the person casting the spell.
Mind Rot - A time consuming spell to cast which takes up to a week to be in full effect. This spell makes the target go insane, causing them to do anything really. Most people end up dead.
Fireball - Creates a fireball of varying intensity and size
Lightning Strike - Sends a single lightning bolt towards the target
Ice Prism - A wide reaching area spell that turns targets to ice; ice melts easily and also does not recognize between friendly targets or enemy targets.
Darkness - Covers the area in darkness and only creatures that have enhanced night vision are able to see

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Weapons:
~A small Dagger
~A Book of Dragon spells which she studies to increase her knowledge of spells
~A small vial of poison strong enough to kill a fully grown dragon (it is unknown at this point in time as to why she is carrying this around)

Other Equipment:
~A Small bag of coins holding 68 gold, 13 silver, 6 copper
~A few small bottles of health potions.
~A small necklace given to her by her Dragon mentor.




History

"The past is exactly that - the past."





There is a legend of Dragons, stating that they may choose to take human form for a short period of time if their desire is great enough. Kael's father was a dragon who excelled in casting illusions and mind spells, while her mother was a rookie dragon hunter. Her father did not want to kill such a pretty thing and kept her in his lair for a time until one night he desired the human form. He mated with the woman and she killed him while he slept using Dragon toxin she had been keeping hidden. Nine months later she had Kael and ran from the humans to live in hiding. Kael grew fast, quickly becoming stronger than her mother and showing the ability to shift between human and dragon form from an early age.

Whenever Kael entered her dragon form she would be stronger and faster but when she eventually did transform back she would sleep for days at a time, recovering the strength it took to hold the form. Kaels mother was frightened of her child and of the other dragons that would no doubt come to find her. When Kael was 11 and started hunting for larger prey Kaels mother attempted to kill her own daughter. Kael defended herself and ended up killing her instead. Realizing that humans would always kill Dragons and their kin she grew a deep hatred for them.

This started her killing spree. She entered into her Dragon form and began killing off as many humans as she could find. This didn't last very long as where she was killing them was close to a valley of many high dragons. They used their magic together to seal away the young hybrids Dragon form and half her magical power, saying she could only have it back when she learned her Dragon name. Leaving her with this they relocated. Kael made it her goal to find the dragons to convince them to release their seal, and to discover her Dragon name. She does not know how.

Shortly after she was cursed Kael met a large black High Dragon by the name of Screthin. He taught her how to control her rage, how to hide among the humans and how to train to get stronger. He gave her a book full of Dragon spells and studies on different kinds of magics, poisons and cultures. He trained her and cared for her for 6 years before he tested her by having her survive on her own for a year and a half. She passed with flying colours and Screthin determined it was time for her to start on her quest. The day she turned 19 he sent her to a village that was in need of help and there she met Malik. Something about the winged man made her feel like she could trust him and she accepted his proposal to go kill a demon with the group. She also met another half Dragon but has lost contact with her since the demon was slain.

After the demon was killed Kael smelled something familiar and ran to a clearing. There her mentor dropped to the ground, injured and dying, and told her demons had attacked him and were going after the High Dragons. He told her to eat his heart as she would gain all his magic powers and abilities. Crying and cursing the gods, Kael obeyed his last request and became stronger. She then decided that she needed to find out the source of the demons coming back to the world and stop whoever was responsible for it. She went back to the inn and met Valera, Cruth, and Sir Blue.

At first she hated Blue, as she knew his scent to be that from a Dragon Slayers family. But slowly Blue showed her he was different and it got to the point where not only did Kael trust Malik and Blue with her life, but she also felt a very strong desire to protect the both of them.

A necromancer is responsible for raising demons from the grave and for summoning more into the world, for some reason he wishes to use Kael. She suspects it has something to do with the poison she carries, and that he may be plotting to kill the Queen Dragon. She vows to stop him and to reawaken the High Dragons.


Kaels Father:
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Kaels Mother:
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Kaels Mentor (now deceased)
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So begins...

Kael's Story

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With each step taken Kael grumbled more and more. Walking was a terrible and slow way of travelling, but what choice did she have right now? She growled again, pulling her hood more securely over her head to keep the sun out of her eyes. She had heard about a village called Habrigdeen that was paying money to have some silly task done, and she would need money if she were to find the dragons. Those things would pay for... She stopped walking and stared at the pathetic place.

"Ick this place reeks of--" There was a figure standing with ...wings. She stayed back with an amused look on her face as they tied the person up with rope. Well...that was lame. She scoffed slightly and walked towards the man. "Now you really are a rather silly creature aren't you?"

The villages were alarmed and reeked of fear. This place was pathetic. One of them pointed a weapon (she didn't look enough to figure out what it was) at her and stumbled through his words. "Why are you speaking to him? What's your busines with us."

She looked the creature who was tied up over once more and dropped her hood, her black hair was tied up and swished behind her shoulders.

"Relax, someone gave me word that you needed help? Well I'll help you if the price is right to speak before I decided to leave." While she spoke she did not take her eyes off the man tied up. Strange creature ... to be tied up so easily.

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The beating of hooves sounded on the road as the big war horse galloped towards it's riders destination. Atop the steed was a mighty warrior. Golden hair whipped in the morning breeze. A cloak made of wolf furs cascaded down his broad shoulders to cover a portion of the horse he rode upon. Oh his hip hung his chosen weapon, a war hammer that has brought him many a victory and brought the deaths to many a monster. The keen bright blue eyes of Thorin Balderson fell upon the village of Habrigdeen for the first time and it was here possibly his greatest adventure would start. Thorin had heard well the tales of their need for a hero and as he'd done so many times before the slayer of the thunder beast answered the call. As the horse galloped past the meager defenses of Habrigdeen Thorin came upon an odd scene unfolding. A Nephilim was being restrained by rope and chain by the villagers while a pretty young mage with flowing purple hair stood by addressing the group and attempting to sort out what was the cause of the arrest.

Thorin had met a Nephilim only once before and what he knew of the enigmatic race was that they were a force for good in this world and always acted in the best interest of the people of Lore. Thorin's eyebrows furrowed in frustration as he made a guess as to what was going on here. Villagers in small towns like this, especially ones suffering from some evil like these were had a tendency to get incredibly superstitious incredibly quickly, blaming their woes on anyone different than they. Thorin had seen it many a times before. Mages were often persecuted and burned at the stake by angry mobs of village people who knew no better than that 'the magic man hurt them' with no real understanding of what was at work. Thorin would be damned if he would allow one of the blessed winged race to fall to such foolishness.

The large war hose charged up to the crowd and Thorin reigned in the beast only just before reaching the people. The horse neighed and reared back making a impressive display that stopped all motion in the crowd.

"What is this foolishness? Speak quickly!"

Thorin barked at the villagers. One old man who was bearing a pitchfork as a makeshift weapon stepped forward, brave for an elder.

"This one appeared in our town, we know not why or what he is. He could be the cause of our problems. Just as you are perhaps warrior."

The people all looked up at the rider now, accusation in their gaze yet Thorin had no interest in playing to their irrational fears. Fortunately Thorin's career as a monster hunter had earned him a name for himself one most people knew.

"Do not turn that gaze on me. I am Thorin, Son of Balder. Slayer of Sleipnir."

A few in the crowd gasped at the name.

"I've heard of him!"

"He's the one that killed the thunder beast!"

"I heard he killed a whole tribe of giants in Theoren."

"I heard-"

"Enough."

Thorin said cutting off the chatter of the crowd.

"Release this man at once. He is of the Nephilim. Their kind have ever been a force for good in this realm. He is not the evil you seek, old man."

The old man with the pitchfork turned his gaze from Thorin to the Nephilim and back again. He didn't seem to like the idea but did as he was told and freed him.

"Don't go causing no trouble you."

He growled before walking off with the crowd. Now alone on the road the mage, the cleric, and the warrior were left to speak in some measure of privacy. Thorin dismounted his horse before walking up to winged Nephilim.

"Hail friend, I am Thorin. Worry not about your reception, villagers like these have tendency to view outsiders with distrust in dark times."

Thorin spoke warmly yet with a roughness that showcased his hard warrior life style. He was direct and to the point, not one to mix words. Thorin extended his had to the cleric in friendship and greeting.

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The village had encroached on the sacred domain. The wattle and thatch houses clustered close to the oppressive might of nature, a dark labyrinth of twisted trees and roots. Not many years had passed since the forest had spread beyond the artificial boundary created by man. Hundreds of trees had been felled for fuel and for their fragile shelters. The forest was angry.

Through the fence of thorns that girded the skirts of the mighty trees, shadowy figures could be seen. Even from the most fleeting glance, it was clear that they were not human. Spiralling horns and reverse-jointed legs marked them out as creatures of the wood, an ethereal glow emanating from the smaller creatures.

The Waywatchers had gathered. One of their number would be leaving the confines of the sacred wood, called by the earth to serve beyond her wild places. The ceremony had begun.

Pallas, small and wiry compared to the massive stature of the guardians around him bent a knee at the approach of his chieftain. The satyrs around him raised their voices in a lowing chant, a song of the elder days when Mother Earth walked, life blossoming in her wake.

The chieftain's hand rested between Pallas' twisting horns, a pulse of green flame scorching a blackened print onto his scalp. The mark of the wanderer. A sacred duty undertaken once in an age.

With a shout like a thunderclap the assembled company raised their voices in the chant of unbinding, the thicket of thorns peeling back to allow the blazing daylight into the shadowy depths of the forest floor.

Taking up his weapons, Pallas stepped into the light. Behind him, snuffled the hulking form of Calydon, a great forest boar gifted to him as a mount and companion for his travels.




The villagers toiling in the fields that steadily advanced towards the tree-line scattered like hares before a hunt at the materialization of the Satyr. He was an imposing figure, ivory horns and a mane of black hair curling away from his extended snout.

They had learned to fear the black-fletched arrows falling like spring rain should they cut too close to the dark forest. A few reached for pitchforks and axes, but the aggressive rumble of the monstrous boar kept them in check.

He passed under the wooden wall, reaching out to touch the trunk of a mighty pine, a lament for the deceased spirit passing his lips. Calydon lowed as they entered the settlement proper, driving more settlers from the streets, the long-bow grasped in the Satyr's hand deterring any of the militia from intervening.

The winged figure was bound in the village's centre, a circle of wary civilians surrounding him and his companion. He noted the hammer-wielding warrior and the stir he had caused among the pitiful humans. A slayer, steadily ridding Mother Earth of her wonders one by one.

Spurring the beast forward, Pallas lumbered into the square knocking an arrow to his bow-string.

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Kael didn't know where the strange and large man had come from but he had quickly gotten rid of the pesky villagers so she assumed he was someone of importance. She sighed and looked around the village and then back at the man. He had said his name was....Thorin? Interesting name. She glanced at the extended hand for the man with the wings.

"A beast slayer...interesting...." she muttered while crossing her arms. She was tired of walking and starting to get hungry so if someone didn't come to tell her what she was supposed to "help" out with in this damn village she swore she was going to kill someone. Probably the man who had tied up such an intriguing creature.

Kael suddenly sensed another being come rushing into the center of the village....It looked like a Satyr, and he appeared as if he was going to attack. She sighed, annoyed and moved to stand behid the bulky human. At least his size would be useful in blocking any arrows, should the little creature attack them. She kept a weary eye on him just in case, ready to defend herself should the need arise. Hey, she might even be lucky enoug that this village would end up being damaged as a result. She smiled.

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Character Portrait: Kael Character Portrait: Malik Character Portrait: Vanel Aetherhand Character Portrait: Thorin Balderson Character Portrait: Firebrass, Guard Character Portrait: Pallas
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#, as written by Zetta
Vanel was crouched behind a bush on the northern side of the village, waiting for his familiar - with its light temporarily diminished - to return from a brief scouting trip. The village didn't seem like it would be that much of a threat, but you never know what sort of xenophobic types might be in the village. There had been plenty of times when he had ventured into a hostile village without knowing, so the scouting routine had basically become mandatory.

The small blue orb of light shimmered in front of him, indicating that his familiar had returned from the trip. The orb of light casually darted around him, softly pulsing with light every now and then.

"So, what's it look like in there?" asked Vanel, gripping his staff firmly.

"Pretty average village, but it looks like some adventuring types have wandered into town," said the Eladrin. "One Nephilim, some warrior type on a horse, a girl, a satyr, and a living construct, of all things."

Vanel groaned, and started to get up. "A Nephilim. You're completely serious?"

"Yep! The villagers even had him bound up until the horseman showed up!"

"And a living construct? This is starting to look like a bad adventuring story."

"Well, at least they've got a master mage to stand in the back and prod them along, right?"

"Shut it, you. At least there's definitely something afoot in this town. I guess it's time we showed up," Vanel replied, getting any dust off his robe, heading into the village, the staff thudding softly along the dirt road. People on that side of the town were giving him somewhat odd looks, but most decided not to bother him, since he was carrying an inscribed staff and had a blue orb of light floating around him. Upon making it roughly to the center of the town, Vanel stopped by the side of a building and just watched, waiting to see what would unfold.

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Kael grumbled at the appearance of two more beings. A giant ....metal....thing made it's way over to them and said they would be working together. Kael just stared at thing....it was huge and....She didn't ever want to admit it but intimidating. She frowned at the feeling of a mage. And a powerful one if she was correct. She felt him out and glanced in him direction before looking around at all the strange beings that were now too close for comfort. She back a bit away and slipped behind a building, latching onto the wall to climb up onto the roof. With her cloak pooling at her feet while she crouch-walked to the edge, she kept an eye, ear and nose on every person she could see.

Well, at least things were starting to get interesting...

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Ren watched from the trees, looking at the village below. Big enough for a good reward, but small enough for Ren to question it. No one had noticed him yet, but thats pretty much why he is a rogue. Though he prefers the term "Ranger", as Rogues are generally referenced with thieves and assassins. But its not like he had a choice. He had no magic, and his curse made him lack the strength of a warrior......and the capability to wear proper armor. But, he was small, agile, fast. And he had combat skill. Enough to hold his own.

Ren recognized none of them. Which was strange, because he had seen quite a few adventurers. He wondered however if this would lead to any problems with him getting the job. After all, he looked like a kid. And he didn't like sharing the knowledge of his curse, he found it....embarrassing. To say the least. But he sighed. There was no way he would be able to receive this contract without alerting everyone to him being there. He hoped from tree to tree, making his way to the roofs of the actual village, remaining stealthy. Thats when he saw the construct. He must have moved in when he was gone. He sighed. He needed whatever money he could get. He had no other choice. He thought out what he was going to say. Make some sort of good impression.

"Well, as much as I would love to see you all attack, tie up, and kill each other, I do believe that at least one of you had some sort of problem. So maybe before everyone starts fighting, we could hear each other out first, and not instantly resort to violence? Instead, I don't know, maybe work together?". It was the only way he would have a chance of being included, he figured. Of course, dropping a name helped, and while he wasn't some big and famous knight, his good deeds did earn him at least a little fame. "Names Ren, by the way....".

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Kael raised an eyebrow at the small human that had jumped across the roofs of the village. She chuckled at his boldness and jumped off the roof to stand near the crowd of people again. Her hood was still down and her hair still flowing freely around her shoulders she chuckled again and spoke loud enough to be heard.

"Ah such courage for one so small. Interesting little one. I am Kael."

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Thorin turned at the thunderous footsteps of the contruct approaching. He looked upon it in wonder, never having before laid eyes on such a creature. Turly it was a marvel. The ingenuity of those who bent magic to their wills was impressive indeed. Shortly after the construct stated that they would all apparently taking up this quest together the monster hunter caught sight of the satyr in teh distance, bow in hand it appeared poised to strike. Thorin pulled his hammer from his belt slowly as his eyes locked with the small horned man, a fiery look in his eyes as if he was daring the beast to fire. Before the satyr could loose an arrow a wizard and a rogue appeared both apparently casting their lots in with the group. The satyr seemed hesitant to fire, not from fear but uncertainty. A non threat for the time being Thorin took his eyes away from the satyr, yet kept his hammer firmly in hand should the beast do something foolish and fire upon the warrior. The female mage spoke a word of greeting to the young rogue.

"Ah such courage for one so small. Interesting little one. I am Kael."

She said kindly. Thorin came to stand at her back, his bulky frame dwarfing her lithe form.

"I am Thorin Balderson, well met lad. This is our party then it seems yet we lack a heading and a goal."

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Malik was about to shake the hand of the one who so kindly saved him untill he turned around twords the satyr. He quickly moved infront of this man called Thorin Balderson "Please dont.. drop your weapon stand down for the people, they seen to much blood shed already please stop" Malik said kindly but sterm. " We are all he for the same reason so there is no need for fighting " Malik said looking at everyone that had shown up in this village. his eye where filled with sadness for the people living in fear " Sorry, My name is Malik a cleric of Obad hai its very nice to meet all of you"

Malik stood there not moving an inch doing what he tought was best, but he was not sure if it was his place to get in the way. " you saytr you a protecter of the forest right, I ask you to stand down this is not the time or the place for this"

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Thorin turned to stand at Malik's back, protectively he eyed the satytr in the distance. He didn't say a word, no word was needed. In his hand was Thorin's hammer, in his eyes the unafriad glare of a welcomed challenge. Should the child of the forest think he brave enough to stand against Thorin then the monster hunter would show him just how very wrong he was. Should he show wisdom he would accept the refusal of combat, admittedly more than a bit dissapointed but he would accept in none the less. No all that was left was to wait and see what decision the archer decided.

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Character Portrait: Kael Character Portrait: Malik Character Portrait: Mercutio DeathChaser Character Portrait: Vanel Aetherhand Character Portrait: Ren Character Portrait: Thorin Balderson Character Portrait: Firebrass, Guard Character Portrait: Pallas
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There in the shadows of the forest, stood the slender yet muscular Dark Elf who was rather eager to see what the noise was about. He eyed everything, taking nothing for granted seeing as how the smallest worm could turn out to be a deadly enemy or trap. The rouge looked at a tall muscular looking fellow accompanied by a few others. Where were they staring, he pondered the thoughts before analyzing the situation. He was too well covered for them to notice so, some one else perhaps. Mercutio grinned showing his white fang-like teeth before appearing behind the group and stepping from the shadow of a house. "Travelers, I see you are in need of assisstance?"

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Character Portrait: Kael Character Portrait: Malik Character Portrait: Vanel Aetherhand Character Portrait: Ren Character Portrait: Zaldir Kestal Character Portrait: Thorin Balderson Character Portrait: Firebrass, Guard Character Portrait: Pallas
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Due to the strange bustle in the small farming town with all the travelers gathering together, they payed no heed to another individual who walked through their defenses like a shadow. This individual was a Drow, A dark elf. Such an individual person of such a race would not be liked lightly, unless several of the villager's recognized his face, he was here years ago when his heart was broken, on a moonlit night.

His name was Zaldir Kestal. To him, the village was slightly worse then what he left it as. The large wall, the distrust of the locals, and to be more bluntly, the desire for help grew larger. Zaldir kept his hood up and his swords well hidden, as he approached the crowd of villagers crowding around a cleric and several other individuals he had no time to identify.

"Why here? I have no need to be here." He said to himself not feeling completely at ease with himself and the villagers look on strangers. Yet perhaps he'll be enlightened as to know what purposes and intent the people want with adventurers like the growing crowd of individuals.

"Casshern." Came a voice in his head as a pain came into his heart. "Okay okay, you win." He quickly muttered as he uttered a prayer of repent to the Deity who so closely marked the roads in his life. His amulet glimmered in the light of the sun as he walked through the crowd and towards the group of adventurers. He said nothing as the individuals seemed to be talking amongst each other and not to him directly. He took his time to look at the villagers. Several of them had pitchforks and seemed ready to drive almost all of the newcomers out.

Zaldir sighed as he looked at all the children huddled in the sidelines watching. He remembered of times where he himself as a boy, would be like them whenever someone new came to talk with his clan leader, then his own mother. But, those were happier times. Now Zaldir was alone in the world, about to join up with a group of strangers it seemed. "Seeker be with you all, May his servant be ever at your service."

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Character Portrait: Kael Character Portrait: Malik Character Portrait: Lady Astra-Leena Vantgaurd Character Portrait: Mercutio DeathChaser Character Portrait: Vanel Aetherhand Character Portrait: Ren Character Portrait: Zaldir Kestal Character Portrait: Thorin Balderson Character Portrait: Firebrass, Guard Character Portrait: Muzga Ufthat
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Kael had to admit, she was a little bit in over her head. Strange beings kept showing up and joining the once small group...and she couldn't for the life of her remember all their names. There were a few magic users, she could sense that... then a couple pointy-eared folk, this little party was growing steadily and she wanted nothing more than to get away from this many bodies. Being around so many people made her nervous, she couldn't risk one of them finding out and hunting her, not as weak as she was right now. She took a few steps back and bumped into Thorin, the giant man seemed to tower over her and she felt somewhat sheltered. She turned to the winged man.

"Why are we all here? Do you know? You were here first so..."

She was distracted when a beautiful woman came into town, asking to purchase a beast. What an interesting being, she holds herself like she is the ruler of this land she smirked as she thought then turned back to the winged man.

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"Silence, the both of you." stated Zaldir, who observed the woman's entry and her desire for a horse. "Also, Milady, cover your clothing with this, I fear that there may be unfriendly people here who despise nobles." As he said this, Zaldir took off his cloak and tossed it to the woman out of good gesture. "This is a starving village, not a bargaining ring." he added as he looked at several of the villagers who gave him a look of surprise.

"Don't be so surprised good people. Something told me you needed help, a lot of it." Zaldir said to them. "It's no mere coincidence that everyone gathered here for something. But in order to find out, I, and several others need enlightenment on the situation." He sighed after speaking and held his peace until more about why so many traveling adventurers such as the large hammer wielding man, to wandering swordsman such as himself, feel irresistibly drawn to this village, at this exact place and time, were addressed.

The more personal question he asked himself was this, and this alone. "Why should I be a part of this group? What's the boon other then not being alone in the world for awhile?" This is what was in his thoughts. Still he held his tongue until he knew what exactly was going on.

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At first Kael was amused at the events currently unfolding. She was grinning from ear to ear, hoping that perhaps someone would finally die. But after a while of listening to their silly squabbling she yawned, already bored with their form of amusement. Really people could be so predictable sometimes. The beautiful woman seemed like a strong enough person to have on her team...if she wished to bow before someone. Alas she was not that sort of creature and so quickly that notion. Strength was a key advantage when hunting for a pack of High Dragons...but strength also attracted much larger and stronger enemies than she could handle in this form. She cursed the Dragons for the millionth time since her "punishment" had commenced. They were foolish.

She ran a hand through her dark purple ponytail, her eyes flashing to red at the thought of Dragons before going back to the flat silver they were when she was bored. She stepped around the crowd of bodies to stand between the villagers and the group.

"Look here you silly travellers, I really don't care about any of this. Not your horse, not your coin, not your head. What I do care about is finding out if I am actually going to gain some profit from this silly little village or if I am wasting my time. If it is the latter I will gladly kill the villager who sent the message to me asking for help...wherever he may be. Now 'please' finally answer my question so I can be gone." Under her breath she muttered, "besides it's not as if the Dragons will wait while you all prance around."

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Malik turned around and saw what was unfolding " Stop this nonsense NOW!!!" he demanded in much anger " This is stupid, foolish, and repugnant Now cool your selves and we can work this out " Malik was at an boiling point and ready to explode from the anger he was feeling, his eyes glowed with malice " Please stop be for anyone gets injured, everyone " His eye begain to weep as his temper exploded forth. His aura surled around in a shade of black and gray, his hand begain to burn with fire. Malik flaped his wings and flow up high " Stop this or I shall end it all" he said demanding and answer from the ones fighting at that point." so WHAT say YOU!!"

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The threat from the dark elf had solicited an unexpected response from the slayer of Sleipnir, anger. He turned with fire in his eyes ready to break his body, his stance was that of a lion ready to pounce. Yet it was the other of his kind that spoke up first. In the defense of the woman the one called Zaldir warned the other elf that should he make a move against her he would have to deal with him. Bold and impressive, not what Thorin expected. Most of their kind tended to close rank when dealing with humans. Before any further action could be taken the 'damsel in distress' dealt with the cur on her own, needing no help from the men. Her hand shot out like a bolt of lighting and seized the offending elf's throat. With a grip like a vice she squeezed, putting the swordsman on his knees in seconds. It was then she put her powers on display as the elf's skin seared beneath her touch. Not a scream of pain could be uttered by the elf for no air could escape his lungs under the iron grip of the sorceress. Two more of the company would come forward before it was done. The human mage would seek to defuse the situation with his quick wit and casual demeanor while he cast a anitmagic field to dispell the fire in the woman's fingers. The mage's sarcasm brought a smile to Thorin's face. He had a few choice words for her before Malik made his presence felt. The powerful cleric Nephilim roared out in fury for those around him to stop, his hands blazed with fire should they dare refuse. The time had come to end this little dance and Thorin took it upon himself to do so. He should have put the elf swordsman flat on his back with a single punch for his sharp tongue yet his anger had slowed his action allowing this mess to unfold.

The big man took a single step towards the elf on his knees and the one keeping him there. He reached out his hand and grabbed hold of the womans.

"Not that he doesn't deserve it..."

Thorin began as his large hand dwarfed hers, and covered it completely. Thorin's bright blue eyes locked onto the womans as he pulled her hand away. Her strength was formidable, more than one her size should posses. Thorin just attributed it to some form of magic yet his own was still mightier by far and he pulled her away with ease. The elf fell back in agony clutching his throat with labored coughs as he tried to catch his breath leaving Thorin standing in the center of the tense standoff with the beautiful enchantress.

"But you've had your fun."

Thorin finished before pausing to hold the woman still with his gaze alone. Her hand still in his, they both stared through each other's eyes as if both had been surprised by the other and found themselves wanting more. It was then that Thorin released his hold on her hand and spoke to the group yet his eyes never left the woman.

"Calm yourself brave Nephilim, there will be no more fighting this day between we gathered here. The elf has his life, his kinsman needed not cut him down and the mages spell is no longer needed. The woman wants a horse and she shall have one. My steed is hers. My price... a single kiss."

The corner of Thorin's mouth turned up into a daring smirk. She was certainly bold enough when it came to striking down those who offended her. It was time to see how willing to act she was when she must truly commit to get what she wanted.

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Thorin stood in awe of the woman's boldness, fire and ingenuity. He was beginning to like this one. The monster hunter shook his head with a warm, hearty laugh as he rubbed his jaw with his hand. Nursing the blow to his manhood as slowed him for but a moment before looking up to her with a approving smile.

"My dear, my honor has been lost to me long ago but well played none the less. Your prize has been won and... I believe you earned a bit more, my name. I am Thorin, son of Balder. Slayer of Sleipnir and bane to wicked beasts all across the known kingdoms."

He said with a nod showing the respect of one adversary to another. Still rather captivated by this unique woman Thorin couldn't help but hear Kael address Malik as to the heading of their little merry band. It was then that Thorin realized he had been so enthralled by this beautiful stranger he had forgotten why he was here in the first place. For the first time since setting eyes on the enchantress Thorin wrenched his gaze away from her beauty to turn to address the reason for their being here.

"Apologies Malik but I've seemed to got a tad distracted. Though the wizardess is right. I was told there was some monster here? Some evil that was in need of a good slaughter? Honestly I've heard very little of what plagues these lands. Perhaps you may know?"

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Zaldir watched as the following events unfolded. However, he was so distracted by the sudden temptation to kill the other Dark Elf his own honor and sense of dignity was upon him. The Noblewoman had his opponent at a disadvantage, he wanted it to be dealt with honor. Wordlessly, he sheathed his blades and snapped back to reality. "I didn't want to kill anyone anyway. That would make me no better, nor worse then him. Since the day I was forced off my perch, I learned something." Zaldir thought to himself before saying out loud without even knowing it, "When you sit upon a high place, amongst stars and clouds, you may lose sight of what's happening on the ground."

The dark elf then sighed and simply watched as Thorin lost his horse to the Noblewoman when she used the horse as a loophole of the price. Typical of some men to want to steal a kiss, but Zaldir learned that sometimes travelers do such things to have a grasp at something that Zaldir himself silently under all his desires to seek help for the weak and lust for the fights to come his way on the road, yearns for the most. Love and companionship. But his yearning for such things could possibly never be. He didn't trust any woman he encountered in his life, all because of one, most sacred rule he followed from his younger years.

He was forbidden to share his secret name, the name which his own god uses to make sure he follows instructions or pulls of fate. What magi would call his True Name. For if that name was given to those with evil in their hearts, they'd use it against him. Sighing Zaldir turned to look at the villagers once more as he picked up his discarded, dirt covered cloak. "So, which one of you called for help?" He asked as he refastened his cloak on himself.