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Savorin Taluunic

Peross is watching.

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a character in “Magefire: The March of Progress”, as played by unseenshadow2

Description

Full Name: Savorin Taluunic Of The Peross Tribe

Nicknames/Aliases: Sav, Tal, Dagger-Mouth, Eyes of the Peross Tribe

Age: 42 Years, human equivalent 21 years

Gender: Male, not like mammals can tell

Species:Zarc
Zarc are a tribal race hailing from the swamps in northern eastern edge of the Valon empire. They stand around 6 to 7 feet in height with thin builds and scales that are normally of a blue or green color, but a rare black subspecies has been reported several times. There faces tend to be elongated, with thin mouths filled with jagged teeth. Attached to their hindquarters are tails that tend to be around half their standing height in length with a width of about twice their arms at the base of the tail.

Socially, the zarc rarely leave their swamps and are technically a sovereign nation within the empire, each tribe being politically equivalent to a city. The current political set up between the zarc and the empire is closer to that of a peace treaty than that of an alliance. They are often territorial, not generally good for political relations, and vary tremendously from tribe to tribe, some seeking science while other seek war. Zarc are normally vary instinctive unless they are trained not to be from birth, and are often considered unintelligent because of their animistic nature and appearance.

Still, a majority of the traits of a zarc are unknown. One is that, due to evolving in the most toxic of environments, the zarc are born with a level of magic, though it is normally only high enough to cast through runed items. Another is the fact that a pure blood black-scale, the rare subspecies, are the strongest magically, able to keep up with mages of other races, and act almost without instinct. Black-scales that are pure blooded are given many duties by the more intelligent tribes and are usually bread between tribes to ensure more pure-bloods.

Occupation: Observer for the Tribe


Description:
Savorin stands around 6 1/2 feet tall with a thin and muscular build. A majority of his scales are a dark forest green, but his chest and inner limb scales are a midnight black. An odd trait that Savorin has, compared to the rest of his kind, is that his teeth are not jagged or serrated, but are rather blade like in shape and sharpness.

The clothing that Savorin wears is the standard Peross Observer armor, a light leather and brass mail armor that can hold off blades and arrows to a decent degree. The armor is just a vest and a pair of shorts, but is iconic among the zarc as a sign that the Peross are watching you. Beyond his standard armor, Savorin also carries a heavy dire wolf's pelt, which is black and soft, as a cloak with the gray fur on the inside.

Personality:
Intelligent and curious, calm and protective. Savorin, like much of his tribe, values the honor with which they are taught from birth. Aside from his honor, Savorin is protective of those he has accepted as family. When thrust into new situations, aside from combat, Savorin will often slow down just to look around his environment and satisfy the urge to know if their is anything interesting within it. When met with new people, Savorin is often calm and collected, judging them on multiple points from potential as a threat to the possibility of becoming an ally.

Skills:
Being one of the Observers of the Peross Tribe, Savorin has been trained for nearly half his life. He is adept at riding and controlling vizzoks, a large lizard that is fast on its feet, but not as strong as a horse. When in combat, Savorin relies on his training in Yitmu in combination with his shield. Along side these skills, Savorin is also a skilled hunter and tracker, with a specialty in trap making.

Equipment:
  • 2 Meter Spear - The blade of the spear is about a half meter with a meter and a half handle, usually wielded by holding the weapon halfway down the handle. The most common style for this weapon, of zarc origin, is known as Yitmu and revolves around slashing and stabbing at close ranges.
  • Peross Scout Shield - Made form hardened iron wood, this shield is the standard light kite shield of the Peross Tribe's military forces. Light and strong, this is one of the most valued military pieces to come from the Peross tribe.
  • Casting Gauntlet - A brass gauntlet with three small vials for magefire that allows its wielder to cast a single spell with minimal natural magical talent. Savorin's uses a lightning focus.

Weaknesses:
The easiest weakness to find that Savorin has is the fact that he is protective. Using said fact, one can taunt him into a vary violent and ruthless state when threatening those that Savorin cares about. Another weakness is Savorin's raw weight. If he acquires too much speed, Savorin struggles to turn and stop. The most militarily recognizable weakness that Savorin has is the fact that his armor light, only protecting him from average blades and arrows, but larger ones or blunt objects.

Brief History:
Born the sun of a pure-blood black-scale father and a fairly renown warrior mother, much was expected of Savorin when he was born. His tribe of birth was the Peross tribe, a tribe who stands about half military and half science in focus. The Peross also hold a strong sense of honor, and have discovered many inefficient, but ethical, ways of extracting magefire.

Skip ahead to the current day, and you have Savorin being deployed to gain a greater understanding of the humans and the empire which the Peross technically serve under.

So begins...

Savorin Taluunic's Story

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It was a crisp morning with a slight breeze as Savorin approached the gates of The Capital. The gates appeared to be made from a large stone slab, with strange lanterns hanging from the arch that allowed one to know where the gates were from anywhere you could see the outer walls. What was even stranger than the lanterns was the fact that the doors appeared to be made of stone and steel, far to heavy for a team of zarc, not to mention humans.

As Savorin rode his vizzok within a couple hundred feet, his mount began to hiss and buck. With a few sharp movements, the beast fearfully walked towards the gate. Savorin could only guess at what could make the normally fearless predator cower like a wolf pup.

Upon reaching the gate, Savorin was approached by two guards dressed in the in the most recent armors with blades that only a noble could afford. They looked at Savorin, who's ride is short enough to bring him below the guards' eye level, and spoke, "What business does a lizard have among humans?" The harmony in which they spoke sounded not only well practiced, but like one was controlling the other somehow, but neither of them looked controlled to Savorin.

"The Peross have deemed it imperative that the capital is watched as many ancient treaties are in need of renewal." Savorin replied, ensuring to speak as nobly and perfect as possible. It always caught humans off guard when he spoke that way. Even the two guards gave a moments look at each other, as if choreographed. The guard on the right then knocked twice on the door, before saying "Stay out of trouble, lizard."

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Being inside the city was amazing to Savorin. From the hundreds of faces that he could see, towering more than a half-foot above the rest of the crowd after he had left his vizzok in the stables on the right as soon as you come in. They all moved so quickly about, heading to their various places. And then their were the two buildings right next to gates, a guard house and a market, along with several little stands spread across the buildings' walls. One even look to sell meat, something that Savorin deemed he should keep mental track of.

The people caught even more of Savorin's attention as they scurried around him, some of their flat, rounded faces filled with fear. The people seemed to fill every space that wasn't taken up by walls. As he looked around Savorin just couldn't get over the fact that their were so many people.

Then his mind drifted back to the walls. Some, that he could see, were made of wood, while most were made of stone. In the swamps, almost everything was made of wood. Savorin wondered how the city didn't sink into the ground when it rained. He could tell this place was drier than the swamp, but he had yet to see rain and was clueless as to what it would do to the dirt beneath him.




A little over a half hour had passed, an Savorin had not gotten to the next street from the gates. He had spent fifteen of that in a mix of gawking and trying to figure out why the humans gave him a small birth. After he had sated enough curiosity to move, Savorin had visited the meat stall, getting everything from the types of meat to their prices. As he began to walk to another stall, a familiar large, grinding sound came from his left. The gates opened and a small and sharp faced "human" walked in from the outside. She spiked Savorin's interest once again, and his mind left him no choice.

Through the thick crowd, Savorin made his way to the human like creature with the sharp features who came into the gate. Within a minute, he stood in front of her, his large, black chest of scales potentially a little closer than comfort range, but the other humans didn't seem to care.

Looking down as the one before him, Savorin asked, in as polite and respectful a voice as he could muster, "Why are you different? Are you from a distant area? Are you not human?" As he spoke, Savorin's eyes blazed with curiosity, and he stood tall and proud, but also comfortably loose.

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"Huuuuuuhhhhhhh." Virtus sighed as he and his brother rode on some dirt path past some farmland in a beaten up old carriage pulled by two horses. One was a chestnut color, and the other was snow white. Aviditas just ignored his brother's sighs as they continued on. Virtus continued to sigh, and started to whistle out of tune. "Stop it." Aviditas demanded in his commanding voice. Virtus began to make other various noises as they continued on. "Stop it." Aviditas ordered again. "Come on Avi! I'm bored! Let's stop and rob one of these farms!" Virtus suggested. He doesn't handle waiting very well. "Why would we want to rob a bunch of farmers? They have nothing we want." Aviditas stated. "For the thrills of course!" Aviditas replied with a disapproving grunt.

They were about a mile away from the capital's gates when Aviditas pulled the cart over to the side of the road. "Cover up the weapons with those wolf pelts." He ordered as he grabbed two black cloaks from the back of the cart. "It wouldn't kill you to say please." Virtus muttered as he did what he was told. He covered up his swords, bow, and his brother's axe, and shield. It was best to travel with your weapons hidden as not to arouse suspicion.

"Here, put this on." Aviditas said as he tossed one of the cloaks at his brother. The cloak landed on his head. He took the cloak off his head, and threw it on. "You know, I get that we need to travel in secret and all that. But doesn't it look suspect for two men to be wearing hoods?" Virtus sarcastically asked. Aviditas just glared at him in response. "Very well. I hate going into to big cities like this. It's a crime to be force to hid these devilishly good looks." He smirked. Aviditas just rolled his eyes in response, and pulled on the reins, making the horses to move forward.

Once they reached the gates, the guards stopped, as expected. "What business do ye have in the city?" One of the guards asked. Virtus cleared his throat before he answered. "We are humble hunters as you can see. We come to trade our furs. Would any of you fine gents be interested?" Virtus asked in his most suave voice. While Aviditas was clearly the brains and muscle of their operation, Virtus was the face. The guardsman took a quick look at the back of the cart before he waved them on through.

They entered the city, and Virtus gazed around the city. It's been roughly a year since they've been here. Aviditas pulled the carriage over to a small, slightly beat up looking home near the markets. This was one of their many safe houses across the nation. They try to keep at least one safe house in each of the major cities, along with a few cabins across the countryside. They hitched up the horses, and opened up the house. The house had a musty stench to it, one that shows it hasn't been used in awhile. "Ugh, I hate that old safe house smell." Virtus said as he started to bring some packs from the cart inside. The packs contained just some supplies so they can stay for a few days if need be.

"So where to first?" Virtus asked as he attached his sword's scabbard, and put his cloak back on above it. "We need to touch base with our contact. He'll meet with us at some tavern." Aviditas said as he also put on his shield and axe, and pulled his cloak over it. While it is obvious that they're hiding something under they're cloaks, but only if you were looking close enough you would notice.

As they walked through the marketplace, Virtus couldn't help but notice a big walking and talking lizard. "Hey, is that one of those swamp lizard men?" Virtus whispered to his brother. "They're called Zarc." Aviditas corrected. They've come across a many a different species. They don't know any sort of details of the races though, they just know what they look like, and a general area in which they hail. Virtus then noticed the elven girl he was talking to. "Oh she is cute!" Virtus exclaimed to his brother. "Don't even think about it."

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Tryn's heart fluttered as she stepped through the gates and into the city proper. For the past five years, she had been primarily alone, save for her Dragon. Occasionally she would visit a village for supplies, but they had populations of a few hundred at best. There must have been at least five hundred people in the gate square alone. She supposed it was for the best. There were still people in the Capital who would recognize her, and so a large crowd made it easier to blend in and avoid drawing attention.

She hadn't made it more than twenty feet in when attention drew itself right up to her, in the form of a seven foot lizard. Standing in front of her, the Zarc towered more than a foot above her head, his chest trespassing dangerously close to her face as he stared down at her. Assuming some sort of challenge and not to be outdone, Tryn met his gaze with her own, and did not shy away from his imposing frame.

"Why are you different? Are you from a distant area? Are you not human?" His voice caught her off guard. It was polite, even, and calm. From his stance, she expected aggressive, and got respectful. It took her a moment to collect her thoughts. What kinds of questions are those? Does he start all his conversations like this? Ankh's warm, multifaceted voice resonated in her head. He's probably never seen an elf before. They rarely leave the swamps, remember? She didn't. The last time Tryn spoke to a Zarc was more than 50 years prior, and she'd forgotten their mannerisms.

"Uhhm," She spoke after a few painful, silent seconds, "What?" It still hadn't fully registered. "Why am I different? I'm an elf. Have you seriously never seen an elf before?" She took a step back and glanced around. The townspeople went about their business and pretended not to stare, but it was clear everybody was taking notice. She crossed her arms and began to tap her foot impatiently.

"Look, I'd love to answer all the questions you have about Elven anatomy, but I have things to do and people to find, so if you'd kindly excuse me, I must be going.

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"I understand." Savorin spoke, obviously a little saddened by the fact that he couldn't get all the answers that he wanted, but he still spoke with respect and dignity. "May the spirits of the lost kinds guide you upon a favorable path." Savorin spoke again, with a slight hint of reverence before taking his leave. From how she spoke to him, it was obvious that the "elf," as she called herself, was a busy one.

It was this momentary separation from curiosity that reminded Savorin of what he was sent here for, to determine what the best course of action for the zarc was, whether it be peace, war, or removing the isolation that has kept them alive for so long. Such an analysis was not something that just one zarc could do, but it was his job to bring back the information for the Council to make the most effective decision.

Savorin looked up and around. He needed to know where the center of the government was. From his understanding, the humans where centralized in their way of thinking, something that made his job much easier. That was when he finally spotted the castle. It was a great mass of stone, a real sign to the humans' willingness to only look at their own benefit when they acted, something Savorin had yet to understand.

The zarc moved again among the crowd, forcing himself to ignore the majority of his curiosity. He could sate it later, but he needed to identify the humans level of technology and mentality, both would normally be discoverable from the point of centralization of an empire. In this case, the castle.

Finishing the walk with focus and a clear objective took little time for Savorin at all, mainly because the crowds parted for him. Upon reaching the castle, Savorin noted that unlike the gates to the city the castle's gates were made of very detailed wood, with some metal thrown in artistically.

"Halt, Lizard." The royal guard shouted. His regal armor and weapon showed great status, just as his stance showed experience, and his voice, loyalty. This startled Savorin, causing him to take a semi-aggressive stance in response, only to calm down when he noted that the guard had not drawn his weapon. "What business do you have at the castle?" The guard responded, calming down as well. Savorin stepped closer to the guard, this time he was moving much slower, as to not set the guard back to aggression.

"I am an Observer of the Peross tribe. I have come in the interest of the zarc to bring light to the world's current state, so that the Council can decide on whether or not to renew many ancient treaties with the Empire of Valon." Savorin said, not phasing the guard who hailed him, but surprising the noticeably younger guard who still stood at the gate.

The younger guard walked up, speaking before his much more well mannered co-guardsmen. "What are you, lizard? A super-genius of your kind?" The younger guard spoke with a grin like that of someone who believed they were the smartest creature in the world. Savorin simply responded by turning quickly towards the younger guard, raising his hand that wore his casting gauntlet and held his spear, and replied with "Do not underestimate your opponents. They may be more advanced than you." This time, Savorin let the nasally and hiss like natural form accent of the zarc. This surprised the young guard even more, and left him with one hell of a look of defeat. The older guard smiled, before saying "You may enter."

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Ah, what a wonderful city. Let's see what kind of coin I make off of you, hm? The elf swayed her hips, making her way up to the gates with a a grin slowly crawling upon her rosy lips. She was dressed in black, her eyes out of view from her hood. Soren knew she had drawn the attention of the guards, one walking up to her with a grim look. "Wench, why are you here? What do you seek past these gates?" He demanded and the petite elf barked a laugh. "Well, that's no way to talk to a woman." She sighed, looking up at him from her shrouded hood, "But alas, my business in this city is my own, now let me pass."

The man gave her a grimace and crossed his arms, his stance becoming rigid, "I have no reason to let you pass these gates, and I don't think I will." His comrade just watch in mirth, finding the situation rather amusing. How unfortunate She thought snidely to herself. "Maybe this will persuade you?" She asked, tossing the man a small coin purse, the bag making a pleasing sound as the guard caught it. He examined the bag before giving her a grin and letting her pass through. Guards can be bought, luckily they care for money just as I do.

The roads were busy, noblemen and woman seemed to walk around, completely ignoring the common rabble and she watched as one even stepped over a beggar. She gave a huff, turning and walking the other way. Whilst walking, she noticed an odd reptilian race, her eyebrow quirking up in a curious manner. While he was odd looking, she knew she looked more suspecious than he did. He seemed rather common,in a sense and she was very cloak-and-dagger. But again, she had her reasons. Cities like these didn't take kindly to oddly eyed girls. Turning away, Soren sauntered into the local tavern, sitting down and smirking. The place didn't look like it would house nobles, so she wasn't too concerened about prying higherups watching. Pulling off her hood, she ducked her head quickly, letting her bangs fall in front of her eyes as she made it harder to see their odd, pink color. The bartender walked over to her and she ordered a drink, "So what are the rumors about this place?" She asked the man. He was brusque, becoming rather chatty as elf had asked him a few questions. Sipping on the drink, she seemed to blend in rather well, and as much as she was thankful for that, she just wanted it to turn to nightfall. That's when her fun began.

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Savorin took his first steps into the stone palace. The place was inspiring as well as surprising. It looked like it should have sunken into the ground before it was even close to completion, but it hadn't. Instead, it stood tall, proud, and sturdy. The layout, from what he could tell, was rather simple to navigate... At least to the Queen's Chambers.

Following the apparent path, Savorin looked about as he walked. Fine silks and high quality decorations adorned the hall, astounding the zorc. Not even the greatest of tribes could afford anything near this, especially with so many people. Were all human homes this well furnished, or was the queen somehow above the rest?

When he reached the Queen's Chambers, Savorin could only look on in pure awe.