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Dustin vel Iz'Raphel

Driven by duty, beleaguered by responsibility, a young man searches for a way to put meaning into this cruel existence.

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a character in “Nomad Clan”, as played by Jaek

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"Heavy is the weight of my world. I pray, friend, that you never have to carry such a thing."

ImageName: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel
Sex: Male
Age: 25

Physical Description: Tall, lean, and weathered by the unforgiving sun and an apathetic landscape of craggy rocks, deep canyons, and looming mountains, Dustin is your typical citizen of the Ariket region. Dustin sports coffee brown skin with a decent muscular build, a product of both his environment and his people's culture. Though his eyes are a stunning bright blue amongst a people and landscape colored monotonous shades of brown, they a hold a near-perpetual look of sternness or hardness often misinterpreted as coldness or apathy. Sky blue markings in the form of tattoos typical of his people dot his skin as swirling shapes, symbols, and patterns.
Clothing: Dustin wears the usual garb of Kassellanders, complete with their sweeping scarves and flowing robes or capes meant to help wrap up for both the heat of the desert and the cold of mountain ranges of Ariket near the borders of the Dead Forest. Pieces of armor forged from the metalworkers of his people provide protection to his legs, shoulders, forearms, and chest.
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 180 lbs.
Skin Colour: Coffee brown
Hair Colour: Sandy brown
Eye Colour: Bright blue

Occupation: Warrior/Adventurer/Bounty hunter
History/Bio: Born to a family long belonging to the council and christened at birth, Dustin knew only the life of an aristocrat in Atzerii civilization. Living in the tough Kassen Mountain Range, and living under an even tougher father, young Dustin learned how to hunt, fight, and lead at an early age. Dustin would become heralded by the other youth as their leader in a sense, whether they were play fighting, hunting, helping the men in their duties, or simple mischief. He was a man of action. He liked to get his hands dirty, he liked to work alongside those he might lead. The politics of the aristocracy never interested Dustin, to his parents' dismay. Though intelligent as he was, mincing words and doing favors were not his forte.

Despite this, Dustin would later be thrust into a position of political power and tribal burden, one he never asked for. Three young men of his generation were christened at birth, chosen by the religious leader of their settlement. These boys, when men, would face a set of trials ranging from tests of survival, feats of strength or wisdom, and stretches of combat to determine who would hold the prestigious and burdensome title of First Sword. During his trial, a large raiding party from the Midwest Sea of Sands attacked his home town of Kasselland near the border of the Dead Forest. Apparently the raider band had made their way through several north eastern tribes and villages and had grown cocky at their mounting victories, hence the move to attack such a larger settlement within the mountains. Almost immediately after the completion of their trials, won by another man, news of the current First Sword's death and the attack on Kasselland brought him, his fellow trialgoer, and the now-current First Sword down to the settlement to help rally and fend off the raiders.

After beating back the raiders, the council made the decision to send a small party to the source to either scout out or eliminate any remaining threat so that the Atzerii Clan may never fear such an invasion from the western dunes. The subsequent trip had been extremely long and dangerous. The sands are ever moving and the sun forever thrusts its unrelenting heat upon the cursed ground of earth. The desert easily swallows up those not prepared to handle its harshness. Conflict, wildlife, and the sands themselves claimed life after life of the party Dustin was on until he alone remained with nothing to show for his clan if he were to return. Finding himself in a foreign place called Dol-Duna and a title he didn't ask for, Dustin decided to put his skills as a warrior and hunter to use as a sellsword. If The Change were to be real, that mysterious thing spoken of from the lips of prophets at home and the nomads here, then perhaps it will make the world a more livable, civilized place. With hope, The Change can change this cruel existence as its name so suggests.
Home Town: Kasselland
Native Clan: Atzerii Clan
Population: 2,000
Settlements: Kasselland, Zer Shurai, Sol-Thune, various other smaller settlements.
Location: Ariket, Qafar Desert
Description: The Atzerii clan is a decently sized clan population-wise with the territory to accommodate for it. Spread out along the Kassen Mountains stretching from northern Ariket to southeastern edge, the Atzerii make up the last stretch of eastern civilization before the White Ruin begins on the other side of the mountain range. With a population estimated to be around 2,000 the biggest population centers of the Atzerii contain at most several hundreds of men, women, and children. Zer Shurai, the capital of Atzerii civilization, lies within the center of their territory and is the most populated. Kasselland, the second most populated prefecture, is the northernmost outpost of Atzerii territory nearing the edge where Ariket meets the Dead Forest, the lingual influence of the tribes up north evident in the name of the settlement. Sol-Thune is the southernmost and third most populated with the Toxic Sea region just south of it. The remaining population take up in small villages and hamlets scattered about between the three aforementioned locations.

The Atzerii Clan is ruled by a council made up of elected council members who congregate to speak on matters within Zer Shurai, their capital. Each "city" has its own local government made up of a smaller council containing an elected head and body of tribunals. It wasn't long until families began to have monopolies on council positions, thus leading to the development of an extensive aristocracy within major Atzerii population centers. Each city has a patron god of the Atzerii pantheon to which they pray. Known colloquially by their titles, their names are hardly spoken aloud, an exception given only to religious leaders within the deep inner sanctums of temple throne rooms. Kasselland's patron is The Shorn King, Zer Shurai's known as The Omniarch, and Sol-Thune's patron god being The Highblood.

Each major settlement also has a warlord position who acts as a chief of combat forces dealing in hunting, defense, and warring in general. This title is called First Sword and only one individual in each city holds this title. This title holds political responsibility as well and military authority, acting as a general rank and honorary council position at once. Though there are three at one time, none are called Second or Third Swords. All three are referred to in plural as the Swords of At'iiz, or more simply as the Swords.

Personality: At one time Dustin was charismatic, jovial, and full of life. As of recently, the desert has sucked the joy out of him. Strangers might describe the young First Sword as broody, quiet, and withdrawn.
Fears and Desires: Dustin fears that he will fail his people, most importantly his family, if he were to return as the sole survivor of the party with nothing but a stolen title and empty hands. He desires to find a purpose, to put his efforts towards something bigger than killing people in foreign settlements for a small sum of coin, a meal, or small shards of the Taqa crystal.

Equipment and Weapons: Dustin carries a curved sword, two daggers with one made of obsidian from a long dead volcano and the other of energized Taqa, and a porcelain-like mask worn by the warriors of his culture providing both relief from the elements and intimidation to his enemies.
Styles and Abilities: Having been trained in the art of several types of combat, Dustin finds himself comfortable when wielding nearly every sort of weapon. Swords, daggers, pole arms and bows are of no consequence to him. He fights with the ferocity of the big mountain cats of the Kassens and the deadly gracefulness of the Rocs that fly above. Firearms, however, those he cannot shoot for the life of him. He couldn't hit the broad side of a basilisk even if he wanted to, and those things are huge.

So begins...

Dustin vel Iz'Raphel's Story

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Xaverius then got up, stumbling over to the man. "Hey man... -hic- no need for violence here, come on, calm down and have a drink." He then opened his arms and embraced Dustin, in an attempted hug.

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#, as written by Jaek
"Watch yourself, Keeper," he spat.

Dustin turned towards the large man, sizing him up. "You're no outsider. I know a Dead Forester when I see one." He cast a glance at the Hellseherin once more, letting her know she hadn't escaped his attention. "Raising your voice doesn't provide harm to one's person nor harm to their property. The Wetlander was both erratic and unpredictable, as well as having damaged one's belongings. Step back, friend. I meant no harm until I had kitchenware thrown at m-"

Dustin lurched forward both in surprise and in response to sudden extra weight thrust upon him by a surprise hug. "What the..." Dustin simply shrugged and patted the clearly drunken man on the back, embracing him back. "See? I can be nice, just don't throw cups at me."

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"Hooray for friendship!" Xaverius exclaimed, still holding onto Dustin somewhat. He then let go and went back to the bar. "Bartender, another drink please." He said, laying some more caps on the counter, the bartender took them and gave him the drink, which he passed to Dustin.

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#, as written by WilPen
Whisper's other bar friend surprised her with his hug. It was super effective it appeared though as the Atzeriian just patted him on the arm. She scrunched her nose, appraising his face. He seemed sincere enough, but that didn't mean much from his clan.

"It's an instinct. I won't do it again." She wasn't apologizing, but she did feel a little bad.

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Sören had been ready for conflict, but he was also feeling warm which, in combination with the ice runes which should have been keeping him cold since he activated them just a moment ago, meant he was getting drunk. Letting out a sigh in the form of a white puff of mist before his face, the northman watches as the clanless man seems to defuse the situation by hugging the loud man. He looks over to Whisper, then takes a step back, as the loud man had suggested he do, but only so that he could remove his cloak.

Without this garment his arms were bare and his actual attire, and weapons, were revealed. It was clear now that all Sören wore was a leather vest and a pair of baggy, durable pants. At his waist he had, on one side a leather pouch and on the other side hung a black iron handaxe. Strapped to his back was his prized possession, a spear with a black wooden haft as tough as iron, and a spearhead carved from a saber cat fang. After folding up his cloak and laying it over his helm, he adjusts his spear, and for a moment the runes on both his weapon and his arms glow blue, then wink out.

"Perhaps you are right friend." Sören says as he stakes his seat, slipping another crystal out of his pouch to pay for two drinks, one for himself and one for the new man. When the bartender places the two mugs before him, Sören offers one to the tall stranger. "Sit with us and let us speak of this like men," he glances over at Whisper, "And a woman."

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"As well as having plenty on drink!" Xaverius added, chuckling and taking a swig from his mug. He had been though about 4 or so mugs so he was starting to get pretty hammered.

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#, as written by Jaek
Dustin decided to take the invitation. It was a free drink anyways, so why not?

"Yes, let's," he replied as he pulled up a stool and sat beside the two. "What's brought you so far down south, my friend?" The Kassellander glanced at the Dead Forester, still trying to guess his specific clan. The runic tattoos weren't necessarily a rarity of his people, but their small amount of luminescence and slight chill definitely threw him off.

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Now that he got a good look at the man, Sören could tell that he was from Ariket. The Rotgevir clan had had dealings with the Ariket people many times, and Sören had been forced to pass through their lands in order to reach Dol-Duna. He could have braved the mountain passes on his own, or with just Duneyrr at his side, but with the wagon and the goods it would have been too much of a risk. In any case, he knew the people of Ariket, the ones his father dealt with, to be honorable, and so he decided that this really was just a misunderstanding.

He still didn't know what the man meant about the knife though.

"My name is Sören Ahlgren, of clan Rotgevir." The northman says, raising his mug to his chest before lifting it up to his lips and draining half of it's contents into his belly. Few people who knew the Dead Forest clans believed him when he said this though, as he looked almost nothing like his father or brothers. He was shorter than any of them, with skin tanned from his treks to the desert proper. He favored his mother much more, with his dark hair and softer facial features, but he did share the Rotgevir clan's odd blue eyes with grey flecks. "I travel to this village once each year to trade furs and timber and other such goods. And yourself? I've seen few of the Ariket people here this year, not with such fine weapons."

One thing he had taken away from the harsh warrior training his father had put him through for so many years was to always recognize when a person, man or woman, especially a woman, was armed, and what they were armed with. This man carried a fine, curved blade, and Sören thought he had spotted the handle of a dagger or two as the man took his seat.

(OOC: no idea if the daggers he carries are supposed to be hidden or not)

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"I came to this village from the east." Xaverius started, his words were somewhat slurred. "I've been wandering around pretty much all my life, I left my family when I was only 18, to put that into perspective I'm 40 now. I've kinda been meaning to see if I can find them. On another note, I also do a lot of scavenging, found some cool old tech that I traded in for some tape just as I got here." He took another swig of his mug.

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#, as written by WilPen
With the situation calmed down, everyone seemed to take a seat. Whisper righted the stool that had been knocked over when she ran into the bar earlier. Glancing around the area, she saw quite a few items scattered around the floor having been knocked over in the tussle.

Taking her seat and ordering another mug, the pink woman turned to the newly calmed man. Not wanting to start something else, she bit her tongue and allowed the others to pull the information from him. The Atzerii and Hellseher Clans hadn't gotten along for as long as anyone could care to remember. In the Hellseher Clan, they are told stories of the monstrous things the Atzerii are capable of. It is never safe to let your guard down around them, let alone trust them.

And here was Whisper, more or less having a drink with him. What is the world coming to?

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#, as written by Jaek
Dustin set his mug down in surprise. "A Rotgevir? Really?" He looked the man up and down. "Forgive me, but I never would have guessed." He nodded as he listened to the man named Soren speak of his reasons for travel. "The Bazaar is an excellent source of trade and culture, you're smart to come down here with such rare goods from the Dead Forest. And aye, those from Ariket aren't much for travel. The mountains themselves are desolate enough, to leave the safety of their settlements in order to trek the Sea of Sand is less than ideal to them. The Atzerii specifically, my people, live on the easternmost stretch of Ariket. My settlement, Kasselland, was attacked by raiders originating from the Sea of Sand. A party of some warriors, including myself, left to track them down. Now I find myself here."

He took another sip. "Hence the weapons. And you, my friend," he said turning to Xaverius. "You must have countless stories to tell. You should share a tale in our company some time, I can hardly imagine wandering about for most of my life." The Kassellander glanced at the Hellseherin with the hood and pink hair, thinking for a moment. "You're more than welcome to introduce yourself as well. My qualms are with your sellswords, not a Secret Keeper."

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Whisper gave Dustin a rye smile, "There is not much difference between the two." She leaned towards the man and offered some nuts that she had taken from her bag. "I am called Whisper. If you know what I am then you know I will not reveal more than that. For now." She cocked her head to the side, "Do you seek a Telling? I may know something about these raiders."

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"I have plenty of tales to tell!" Xaverius began, still heavily drunk. "For starters, there was this one time, there I was, mindin' my own business, when suddenly I felt this sharp pain in my leg. So I look down and see something stickin' out my shoe, so I take it off and there was a snake in my boot! A whole live snake! Luckily it seemed to be one of the non-poisonous ones, otherwise I wouldn't be here tellin' you lot about it!" He gave a hearty laugh and took another deep swig from his mug, almost immediately ordering another one.

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"And this is why I do not wear boots." Sören says before emptying his mug and setting it back on the counter. He thinks about ordering another drink, but it is still early, and he still has to set up his stall. So many things have happened this day, just in a few short hours, that it seems a week has passed. Trade in Dol-Duna has never been so lively for him. "The ice magic of my runes helps too, though."

"I suppose you could say that I am of Rotgevir, but just barely. And not for long." Sören says, looking out the window at a memory. "My father and I have differing views, and I've always taken more after my mother. That's why my heritage is not at first apparent."

Einar Ahlgren was a hard man, and stubborn. He believed that they clan would last forever following the old ways of war and sleeping gods. He saw no reason to trade with anyone south of Ariket. If the Dead Forest does not provide it for us, then we have no need of it! That's what Einar had told his son when Sören had declared that he planed to become a merchant. Only Sören's mother had been able to talk the clan leader into allowing this. She had encouraged her boy, as Sören was her only son, his brothers had come from another of Einar's wives who had passed on.

Sören shakes his head as he looks back to the group at hand. "One of the wise women of my village, the same one who etched these runes into my flesh, told me that I would never return to my homeland."

It was then that the doors of The Iron Bar were flung open and, oddly a gust of cold wind roared into the establishment from the streets outside. With this wind came a white stag, who was chewing on an apple, and looked rather irritated. Duneyrr made his way directly for Sören.

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The Wetlander Traitor stared at Aisha, wide-eyed at her proposition, and the hand she now offered him. But instead, of taking it, he slapped it - like some sort of high-five, before approaching the bars and standing over her. "In the Wetlands we don't... have your legends, we don't have the Change or whatever. I didn't even know much about it... until..." He swallowed, glancing up at Aisha - looking her in the eyes. "Until I found out it was real."

As Uluru walked away the stones as his feet began to rumble. A rotting apple shook off a stand and splattered onto his feet. Uluru grimaced, feeling the rotting apple juice seeping through his boats and trickling in between his toes. Skullivan grabbed hold of his wooden bars as they began to vibrate. "Oh no..." He whispered. "Oh no..."

***

In the Iron Bar the chairs began to vibrate, the glasses beginning to clatter. The bartender grabbed hold as a few bottles vibrated off his shelf and shattered on the earth-floor of the bar. "No! Do you know how valuable liquid is, how hard it is to get drink to Dol-Duna!" The bartender exclaimed as across the bar more drinks shattered off tables - but no one was listening. Instead people's eyes were to the windows, where the sunlight was blocked out.

***

Outside all eyes were off Skullivan's cage as above the rooftops a massive object covered the sky. Made of metal and machinery it was clear, but cleanly disguised in a way none in the Qafar had seen. Smooth black metal panels, glass windows, and a low-hum hung beneath a mile of armour-reinforced, triangular balloon. On the side, in thirty foot white letters were the words WETLANDER. This was their Leviathan Airship - and from the grounds of the bazaar, despite it flying only slightly above the rooftops, it was impossible to see the entire thing end to end.

The body of the black airship came to a halt atop the bazaar - the only sunlight coming in around it's gigantic form. It was nearly the length of Dol-Duna entirely. Suddenly dozens ladders flung down from all along the length of the airship, unravelling and hitting the ground. From the skies figures began to slide down toward the sandy town below. Black-uniformed soldiers, clean leather boots and gloves and helmets with silver design of a wave on them. On their backs massive rifles and swords with electrical static visible sparking off them. Once they hit the ground the soldiers would run to the sides of the bazaar, instantly blocking off entrance to the main-street.

From the centre of the airship a blast of air came out, a platform lowering from the belly of the beast. "Friends!" A loud, slightly smug voice called from the platform. In the centre was a man in a black uniform - though different from the soldiers that now surrounded the bar. Much more fanciful. The man had golden-brown hair combed back, squinting eyes, and a slightly smug smile. He had his hands behind his back as he descended. Two other figures stood behind him, but remained silent.

The platform reached the ground, at the entrance of the Iron Bar, where the terrified townsfolk backed away. The brown haired man stepped off the platform casually. "The Dol-Duna Summer Bazaar," He commented, stepping toward a stand and pulling a necklace of jewels off it. "Nice." He flicked it away, casually pulling a pistol out and swinging it around those present. "As you may have guessed we are from the Wetlands. I'm leading us into... your charming little desert. On behalf of our leaders," He began, looking around the bazaar. "And we are on the lookout for one man." One of the other's on the platform pulled out a small device, a red hologram of Skullivan's face lighting up on it.

"That man!" The man, seemingly the leader of the airship, spoke up. "Is a traitor. And a very dangerous criminal. And he's somewhere in your town, probably killing someone! I don't know!" The leader said, before turning away. "So, we are willing to offer fifty golden Wetland coins as reward for anyone who turns him in." On the platform behind him a chest of gold was opened - coins were worthless in the desert, each clan either trading or having their own system. But gold was gold, in any form.

The leader glanced back at the crowds. "We'll just keep our guards posted to make sure no one leaves until we get him. Sound fair?"

At the entrances the black Wetlander guards rose their electric rifles in unison, and by the cage where our heroes were camped out they would notice Skullivan vanished - the wooden bars that Sören had weakened now completely broken. The more watchful of the group may have noticed the tatters of his black uniform running off into an alley...

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"I have more stories for you guys!" He continued, taking a swig of his new mug. "Alright, so.... in my travels I've always had a bit o' a problem with clothes, can't really find any that fit, so I have to make my own, not too hard, just some cloth, string and a small pointy object and hey presto! But I'm losing track, so, during one of my many outings, I came across some pristine old wear garbs! I mean they were as if they hadn't been used ever! Found them in some sort of ruined building, has some sorta name on the front, but I couldn't read it. So seeing as these were some nice clothes, I decided to try some on." He took a pause to take another swig of alcohol. "I looked though and found the pieces of a nice snazzy outfit, some sorta suit I think. As soon as I tried putting it on I knew it wasn't my size, I had to really heave to get them on, and as soon as I get them on, I stretch a little and I suddenly hear "RIIIIIIIP!" I look to my side and see one 'o the leggin's on the pants had ripped! I go to take them off and suddenly the buttons on the shirt shot off like bullets for a gun!" He laughed, taking another swig of booze. "So after feelin' kinda embarrassed, I laid the torn up garb aside and put back on what you see me wearin' now." He took one last swig of his drink, ordering yet another.

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Suddenly the doors of the bar were punched open, splinters of wood flying into the air as a black-uniformed Wetland soldiers entered into unison. Gasps were heard followed by silence as the team of soldiers approached, casually smashing tables in and throwing drinks onto the ground. "Everyone on your feet," A helmeted Wetlander announced over the packed room. "We're looking for a criminal. A Wetland Traitor."

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"Can't say I've heard of them, sorry lads, me and my buddies were just having a drink and tellin' stories." Xaverius responded to the soliders. "If ya want one help yourself!" He added in a cheery demeanor.

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The Wetland leader turned to Uluru - who had stepped forward from the crowd. "Sorry, who are you?" The leader questioned, glancing back at his soldiers. "Who is he?" The leader glanced at Uluru again before smiling. "You want the gold, cowboy, it's yours - for the man." The leader glanced up over the market, as several armoured characters in the crowd had pulled out their weapons and descended into shop entrances and side-streets - warriors and mercenaries attending the festival, obviously also on the hunt for Skullivan and the reward of gold. "Whoever brings him to us gets the prize. And we let your bizarre bazaar continue on."

The leader turned to Uluru before shooing him away with his pistol. "Go on. Fetch."

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"Oh yeah, thanks," The soldier said, grabbing Rusten's drink and smashing it into the ground before kicking his table over, causing Xaverius and the other's he spoke to to raise. "WETLAND TRAITOR. HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?" The soldier yelled at Rusten as his comrades searched the bar. The barkeeper cried in the corner over his expensive drinks.

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"Like I said before, no. Now please calm down, I'm drunk and tryin' to have some fun, okay?" He didn't take any real note to the drink being smashed, he was simply too drunk too drunk to really want a fight. "And my friends have been here with me for a few hours now, so they probably didn't see them either."