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Nymeria

"The will of the gods control many things. The wind. The sea. Etheria itself. But they can't control me."

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a character in “Pantheon: Whims of the Gods”, as played by Lord Valerian

Description

Name: Princess Nymeria
Physical description: Lycaon, who hates leaving anything to chance, ensured that his daughter would be perfect for the tasks he had planed for her. To ensure this he gave her inhuman beauty. He gave her eyes as blue as sapphires and hair as yellow as gold. She has a well built body and an inhuman metabolism that would make it extremely difficult to get out of shape.
Race: demigod human
Age: 24
Gender: female
Personality: Nymeria is extremely rebellious and wants nothing to do with her father's wishes. She tends to act impulsively and wants nothing more then a good adventure. She'd hate to admit it but she does share her father's desire to help others and his fierce pride.
Divine parent: Lycaon king of the gods
Back story: Most demigods are made by accident; however, Lycaon rarely acts without planning. He saw the disorder of mankind despite the best efforts of the gods. He tried to guide them on the right course; however, they never seemed to listened like he believed they should. To fix this issue he decided he should create a human with the blood of a god in its veins. This child would be part man and part god. Perhaps humans would rather follow something that looked like them. To achieve this end he fathered Nymeria. He planned out her every feature before he conceived her and planned to make her his champion on Etheria. He gave her courage, wisdom, and his gift of the silver tongue, however, he neglected to consider her own free will.
Skills:
Nymeria is unparalleled among humans as a marksman and swordsman.
Although she doesn't look it, Nymeria is extremely well educated and has a mind that is well built for problem solving and leading others.
She is ambidextrous, capable of fighting with both hands equally.
Nymeria is a gifted hunter capable of tracking most kinds of prey for miles.
Powers:
Lycaon's silver tongue- Nymeria is an extremely eloquent speaker and can talk herself out of most problems.
Body of a god- Nymeria is gifted with a metabolism that causes her bod to stay extremely fit with little regard for a proper diet or sufficient exercise.
Regeneration- Nymeria's body is able to mend most non-mortal wounds faster then a human could. She is able to heal herself from most injuries short of the loss of a limb.
Weapons:
Lycaon's fangs- two twin adamant swords given to her by her father on her 18th birthday.
Windcutter- an elven bow that she found in Belirand's hoard after she slew him.
Notable feats:
The slaying of the dread dragon Belirand
The youngest human to become a thane of the elves
Successfully hunted a fox said to be uncatchable by humans created by the gods to shame mortal hunters.
Reigning drinking champion in over 46 pubs
Strengths:
Inhumanly good fighter, ranger, and hunter
Extremely clever
Lycaon watches out for her
Silver tongue
Weaknesses:
Can't swim
Hubris
Tries to hard to avoid the will of the gods
Goals:
Lycaon's goals for her is for her to help guide and save humanity
Nymeria's goals for herself is to enjoy every moment of life, avoid becoming a puppet of her fathers, and make a name for herself as a great adventurer.

So begins...

Nymeria's Story

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The peacefulness of the 'Flying Fish' was quickly shattered by a young woman dramatically opening the doors and cheers from some of the tavern's occupants in response to her actions. The young woman was clad in leather armor with two swords and a quiver at her waits and a bow at her back..

"All hail the reigning drinking champion." She said about herself as she walked into the tavern. She was small and elegant and didn't look like the type to be a heavy drinker but she was able to put down several with barely any effect on her. After several more drinks and a rather quick fight in which her opponent was still unconscious on the floor the young woman noticed Kurn drinking his tea and left the bar to sit beside him.

"Your new to this place. I've nearer seen you here before but you look familiar, like I've seen you years ago." She looks at the man's face and paused as she looked over his eyes. She sudden to realized who he was and laughed. "I can tell who you are now. Your eyes look to old and wise for the rest of you. Your one of father's men. I'm sorry I've been rude forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nymeia daughter of Lycaon and thane of the high-king of the elves. Do you want me to buy you something a little stronger? What have my father and the rest of the gods been up to?"

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Kurn, God of Enlightenment

Kurn didn't even raise an eyebrow as the daughter of Lycaon made her grand entrance into the tavern."Right on time, as usual." He sat in silence as he observed her own personal style of merriment. To him it was a bit more brash then he would have liked but as long as she was enjoying herself it was no different than any other kind. Then he was noticed by the demigod, which was of course his intention. As she came over to sit by him Kurn let her see his face without question, and she was quick enough to catch his eyes.

Lowering his hood to expose his short white hair and features he smiled at the young woman as she talked up a storm and wanted to buy him a drink. He laughed wholesom and pure at her words, giddy with how mortals thought and worked."Calm down, young one. If I was one such as Klethi I would take those words in a different way. Know you speak to Kurn, and I will leave it at that." Kurn cried a tear of joy and slid it onto his finger only to drop it into his tea. The cup's contents glowed with light and he passed the cup over to Nymeria. "I need no drink, but if you wish to taste the fermented drink of light you may tempt your pallet. Star Tears, we call it; and it has quite the effect on mortals or immortals alike." The divine alcohol was not Kurn's style yet he would offer it freely to Nymeria now.

Clearing his throat Kurn now turned a little more serious."The reason I am here is to warn you of your fathers schemes. He wants you and several others to... acquire something from a certain immortal. I cannot go into detail right at this moment but I have seen where this path might go. I suggest you take this quest seriously and learn to work with others before the end of it." Kurn manifested himself another cup of tea from under the table and sipped it lightly as he waited for Nymeria's responce.

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Nymeria's expression changed and her posture adjusted to be more respectful when she learned she was speaking with Kurn. When she was a young girl her father had taken her to Arkengthan and introduced her to the various gods. She had always liked Kurn. She found the majority of her father's court as either petty, cruel, manipulative, or a combination of. She saw Kurn as different. He wanted to guide mankind but he didn't curse people of find amusement in their suffering.

"I apologize for my rudeness." She said as she tried the Stat Tear. "Wow! I knew my semi-divine body was craving something more than mortal alcohaul. This stuff is amazing." The demigod quickly drank as much forge drink as she could without seeming rude. "It's not suprising father wants me to do some other heroic task. I haven't heard from him about it yet though. I trust your judgement more than father's. Is this something actually worth doing that will actually help people or it is it just another grab at power and glory?"

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Kurn, God of Enlightenment

He laughed lightly at Nymeria's reaction to the Star Tear's. He knew she would enjoy it, and it made the discussion that much easier for both of them to bear. Her interest in the quest was obviously less than enthusiastic and rightly so. Kurn sighed and blushed a little in embarrassment at his part in the quest.

"To be honest, it is partially my fault you were chosen to be apart of Lycaon's ambition. I suggested using hero's instead of ourselves to complete his task. Once you learn what the quest is you will understand why we cannot do this on our own. It is a political conundrum, this quest. Lycaon seems to think he deserves what is at the end of the tunnel, and I admit it would be safer if he did have it. I just don't want to see him start another war because of it."

Kurn usually had well maintained self control, but this time he realized he had said too much already and put his hand to his mouth."Oh, well you did not hear that from me. I must seem silly, spilling my secrets to you like this." He runs his fingers through his hair and laughs a little to dispel the tension in him. Thinking for a moment Kurn spins his fingers through the air as a silver shimmering thread appears wrapped around them. The thread turned out to be a necklace with Kurn's symbol of a sapphire star with a white light that glowed in the center of the jewel."Here, a gift from me to you. Meditate with this in your hands and I will come to you in your mind. If you have ever a need to speak with me don't hesitate to use it."

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Character Portrait: Hazarmaveth Character Portrait: Winston Borne Character Portrait: Lycaon Character Portrait: Karvana's Champions/Exalted Character Portrait: Vescteseg Character Portrait: Ulm Character Portrait: Nymeria Character Portrait: Klethi Character Portrait: Karvana Character Portrait: Entorios
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#, as written by Taunbon
Serena, Herald of the Mother
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Serena loathed Entorios more than most other deities. When he sung, she was compelled, as a mortal, to listen and be enchanted even when she did not wish to be. It was both demeaning and robbed her of what little power she had. It was violating and wrong, robbing away free will as it tried to shove its own hollow, empty 'emotions' there instead. Why the God had decided to sing a pointless tale was beyond here, if the other gods were so foolish as to base this off a story from old then they were equal fools.

Then, to her eternal annoyance, the Godking decided that Entorios' mindless rabbles had sense to them, perhaps his musics stole the freewill and violated the gods just as it did mortals? If so, perhaps they should fashion a muzzle from the adamant when they got their hands on it. If they wanted deniability then an Exalted could not come, Mother would protect them, and their numbers were fairly well known in the mortal realms even if they were, more often than naught, cursed and hissed with loathing by the 'civilized' races like those pathetic elves.

She assumed the God of Corruptions issue with the heroes was more to do with the lack of his share if they should succeed, but Serena didn't much care if a war against the giants 'ended' badly for everyone. With that, it came to an end as they all left one after another after, Ulm, had 'coincidentally' wandered into Vescteseg's realm at such a peculiar time and then Klethi, herself, departed after making some declaration or another, Serena hadn't been fully listening as she had been pondering on how convenient it was for Ulm, the Titan that rarely left his mountain, to move just as they planned on sending some 'heroes' into his realm.

Bowing her head to the Godking, Serena sent a silent prayer to the Mother and, moments later, a dark portal swallowed her up returning her home.

Back within the Obsidian Palace, she let her shoulders fall ever so slightly as her green eyes found her Mother had changed her shape, again. This time, her lower body had become a monstrous spider abdomen and legs, with large insect appendages sprouting from her back, a look she used often.


The Mother
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"Over so soon?" Karvana asked, surprised that the meeting had ended so soon given her fellow deities... natures. Turning her head away from the portal that was showing the final moments of the raid, the Beastmen leader, Shaggroth, having just been slain by the human captain in single combat, "Come here, my herald, tell me what transpired," out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the captain removing the head of Shaggroth to be shown to his leaders as a grizzly trophy, the corner of her lips twitched at the action.

She did so love when they did that. Killed the terrible 'monsters' then desecrated their corpses, paraded their corpses around and spoke about how they were the 'glorious heroes' that slain the monsters while oblivious to their own monstrous actions, but it was always easier to ignore the monster within their own souls by loathing the monsters around them. She would keep an eye on the captain, perhaps he would become one of her children yet.

Focusing her attention on Serena, she watched with a small smile flirting across her lips as her herald sat on the steps and leaned against her leg, the skull on her head being pushed back as she took solace in her comfort. Her six knees bent as one as she leaned down to run her knuckles over Serena's pale cheek, "Speak, my dear."




Tapping her finger against her lips, her eyes were dancing with amusement, "A quest? How amusing," tilting her head to exaggerate her body language, "What to bring to the little party... I wonder?" After a few seconds, Karvana waved her hand, "No matter, I have time to think on it later, let us view this little half-breed morsel, shall we?"

Waving her hand, the 'window' changed to that of a bar showing Winston Borne speaking to Hazarmareth in a tavern. While the 'window' was impossible to see for mortals, Karvana didn't doubt Hazarmareth could not see it if he looked. Her eyes traced the half-breed, taking note of his missing eye and arm, the scars, and his more bestial adornments, "How precious," Karvana said, "What stories I missed due to Hazarmareth keeping him a secret from me. Tsk, tsk."

"He doesn't like the gods," Serena said, her eyes closed uninterested in the 'boy' as she continued to rest against Karvana's leg.

"So it seems," Karvana said as he left after speaking on whatever 'agreement' they had, "But now I am here. With a few pushes and nudges, he will come to me, his mother."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Serena said, "He seems close to Hazarmareth," her tone annoyed at the 'boy' taking attention away from her. Perhaps she should tag along and 'remove' him. Making sure to leave so few pieces not even Hazarmareth could put him back together again.

"He will. They always do," she said, a hint of finality in her voice, "But let us see what else is on? Shall we? Let us watch this demi-god," Karvana said, her voice mocking the word, "that will be leading this little 'quest'."

With a wave of her hand, the window changed once more, this time, to the demi-god sitting in the bar. Hands at her side, Karvana watched the woman, content to see what skills she had, and to determine what to send with their party, perhaps she would even let the little demi-goddess pick?

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As Kurn explained what little he could about Lycaon's plans Nymeria listened eagerly. She had lost most of her respect for her father years ago. He had taken so much time and effort into planning out what she would physically be like and how he'd use her for his plans, yet he didn't even spend a fraction of that time raising her. Her birth killed her mother, a woman Lycaon had no concern for, and he sent her away to have others raise her. She was suprised when Kurn told her that it was his idea and that he wen beieved things would be safer if Lyacon's goals were met. She was also intrigue that her actions could prevent a war that her father likely had saved as a back up plan for her failure. When she was offered te necklace by Kurn she was speechless.

After a few moments she responded by saying, "I don't know what to say. Thank you. I've never received a gift or a blessing from a godmother than my father before. I'm sure this will be useful. It's rather beutiful as well." She then took the necklace and put it aroun her neck. "I honestly don't care what my bloody father says about this quest but if you think it's worth doing I'll trust you. I'm fairly certain that a god of wisdom can't be wrong. I guess I should head out then. If I'm to partake of this quest I need to sober up and get ready. Of I do survive though your going to need to show me how to get more of that Star Tear stuff.

Nymeria cheerfully departed the tavern only to be greeted by a less than welcomed site as she stepped outside. Outside of the tavern there stood a tall, regal man with long silver hair and yellow eyes. He was dressed like a common lord, but she could tell it was Lycaon.

"How long has it been, two years?" Nymeria said to her father.

"I'm sorry but I can't spend my every hour watching you. I have important duties as a king I must fulfill. These past few years have been difficult and there wasn't much I could do." Lycaon said with a hint of sadness in his voice. It was true that Lycaon had fathered her to be a weapon against his enemies and a tool to guide mankind but he did care about her. "I knew we don't see eye to eye, but I have an important job for you that if you fail a lot of innocent people will get hurt."

"The corruption hurts millions of innocents and you don't raise a finge to stop or even slow it." Nymeria said angrily in response. She had every intention of fulfilling his wishes but she wanted to annoy the god-king a little first.

"That's a different matter entirely; however, your success in this endeavor may help me put an end to the corruption eventually. Deep in the Ulmish mountains there lies a vast amount of adamant, the miraculous metal your swords are made of and that not even a god can break. My stores are almost completely depleted and if we can't get more soon not even I will be able to bind a god if they cross the line. The gods are assembling a team of heroes to venture into the mountains and take Ulm's adamant. Even if it means defeating the titan."

Nymeria had to admit that when without Kurn's earlier guidance she would of been tempted to take this task. She may distain her father's plans to make her a saintly hero, however, she did covet glory. Stealing adamant from a titan and perhaps even doing battle with him sounded intriguing. She also had a desire to protect people from suffering, a trait she had inherited from her father.

"Fine. You really don't give me much of an option. I'll join your party of heroes and retrieve the adamant. But remember I'm not doing it for you." As she spoke she couldn't resist the feeling of excitement swelling within her. She loved a good adventure.

Lycaon raised his hand and with a beam of golden light the two ascended into Arkengthan were she would be able to more easily prepare for the trials that lay ahead.
OOC: I'm sorry the post was a little long. I tend to avoid dialogue between my own characters but in this case it was unavoidable.

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When Klethi and Fenris entered Lycaon's hall the king was sitting grimly on his throne. His posture, normally stiff and regal, was slouching and he was using his hand to hold up his head. Lycaon was a worrier and this entire quest business was particularly stressful. At times like this thoughts of his old nature begin to resurface and it took the king all the power he had to resist the temptation to revert to his old ways and forcibly take the adamant back. He knew he could, but he wasn't sure that he could return to himself if he did go down that dark road again.

Lycaon was glad that Hazeramth was there to introduce the mortal to Arkngthan. Lycaon didn't think that the elf looked like much, but who knew with the people Klethi chooses or blesses. He was surprised that the mortal could be an atheist even when was surrounded by the majesty of the gods; however, he did respect the honesty of Klethi's champion, especially since it was hers. When he overheard the goddess joking about the elf having sex with his daughter Lycaon was uncharacteristically amused. He had never thought of being a grandfather, but it was possible that Nymeria would one day find a mate. He was sure that it wouldn't be the elf before him though.

The king saw that Fenris was avoiding his gaze and while he was offended that he was considered a tyrant he didn't plan on hurting the mortal. "So your Klethi's champion. I really can't say that your the most impressive mortal, but I'm sure you'll have your part to play in the events ahead." Even as he spoke the king could hear a voice in the back of his head asking him why he put so much effort into protecting these pitiful creatures that show him little gratitude. "I apologize for my rudeness. I'm not really myself today. That or I'm too much of myself." The King said apologetically.

Before he could say anything more Nymeria walked into the hall. "Let me guess. This is one of those heroes you told me about." she said to her father. It was obvious from her appearance that Nymeria had just gotten back from working out. She was covered in dirt and sweat and was breathing heavily from the strenuous effort. She walked over the Fenris and offered him her hand. "I'm Nymeria, daughter of Lycaon, Thane of the High-King of your people, and slayer of the dread dragon Belirand. And who are you may I ask?"

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Kurn, God of Enlightenment

Kurn had immediately disappeared from the tavern as soon as Lycaon showed up. He would rather his presence not be too noticeable. He went to his Temple of the Minds Eye as he cleared his energy there of any pollutant before returning to Lycaon's realm. Once there he looked around at those present and found Klethi and her champion there along with Hazarmareth.

Kurn put on a smile and manifested an islander flower wreath in his hands and walked up to her champion, putting the wreath around his neck. "Welcome to the quest." The wreath slowly faded into a silver necklace with a pulsating glowing sapphire star. Kurn than turned on his heel and his physical form became an orb of light that floated up into the nearest light source and became a part of it.

Kurn stayed in the light source and watched what was happening in the room for awhile, gathering as much intel as he could.

The setting changes from Etheria and the Astral Sea to Arkngthan

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Fenris's head snapped up. Even if he was (reasonably) afraid for his life, he would show someone speaking him to the respect of eye contact. "I'm not trying to sleep with your daughter," he blurted, defensively. "I swear. But whatever Klethi makes happen..." His face was red. "Not that that's an excuse for adultery or anything, but, you know, I, I-"
Fenris didn't know how much Nymeria heard before she spoke. He was startled, and did little to hide it. "...I'm Fenris." He answered simply. Her list of titles was much more impressive than his. "S-some people call me lucky. B-but not because I like to get lucky!"

Klethi literally rolled on the floor giggling, which was an uncommon sight in the Corruption.

"I'm awfully sorry can I please get a second chance? I mean, I know Klethi is who you ask for second chances, but-not that I'm questioning your own abilities, Lycaon. Uh, sir? I-I don't know how to address you." And suddenly someone else was addressing him, and adorning him in a flower wreath. His skin crawled and he sneezed violently. "Oh please! That's not a very nice way to kill someone." He struggled through a clogged nose; he was deathly allergic to the particular flowers in the wreath. It wasn't clear whether he took his melodramatism from Klethi or didn't know the wreath had changed, but he sneezed again and pulled it off. "It's not that I'm ungrateful for..." He stared at the necklace, clearly confused. "...this is very pretty." But he sneezed and dropped it and wiped something gross with the back of his hand.

Klethi cackled. If she was mortal she would have asphyxiated from laughter. "Why did I make an elf allergic to flowers? It's so cruel, and so hilarious!" She struggled to control herself. "Oh my... Vescteseg! I'm not here to laugh. Where are you?"

Fenris had never been more out of his element. His god wanted him to be gay and he made himself look like an ass in front of three others. Worse the murder-pile of a god's daughter that was Nymeria probably thought he was some kind of sex-fiend. He didn't know which of those issues to address first. Kurn had turned into a ball of light and floated away, so he would deal with that last; "M-Ms. Nymeria, your reputation precedes you. I watched many people lose their homes after your defeat of Belirand." He wasn't aware that in other parts of the world life and death weren't given odds. That probably sounded terrible. "But you may be mistaken; I am an elf. Lycaon isn't the god-king of my people. He's the god-king of your people. You must have me confused with another demi-god." Of course, he had no idea how pompous that sounded; he intended only to be factual. "But I am pleased to make your acquaintance." He looked again at Lycaon. "Will she be accompanying us? I am glad to have her. T-to be with her, I mean. No, glad to be beside her. In history, not physically." Alarmed, his eyes went back to her. "N-not that being near you physically is bad either. It's not, like, the best thing ever, b-but it's not... I..." He shook his head. "I'm so sorry. I don't talk to people very much. Not that I'm calling you a person, Lycaon! You're clearly a very big, very powerful, very... more-than-person thing." Not a god, but more than a person. "A-and you're half of that, Ms. Nymeria. A-and not a bad half!"

Klethi almost felt bad for him. Mentally she adjusted the odds on the notice board in Azal greatly in favor of him sleeping with the demi-god within the month. Ladies love a comedic idiot. Just don't sneeze on her again. I can't wait to see how he fucks up meeting a platypus.

Fenris stepped away from Lycaon and his daughter. "...y-you have a very lovely throne room." That compliment couldn't hurt, could it? "I doubt many mortals get to stand here and boast about atheism, amiright?" He joked with a weak chuckle. He hadn't been smote yet. Was that a good sign? Or was he going to be buried in flowers to sneeze himself into the grave? His face slowly returned to its normal color. "I'm very happy to meet you all."

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Hazarmaveth just leans back as poor Fenris has his episode, starting to consider withdrawing his statement of sanity, not that he blames him for it. The sound of a Shalom gateway closing is heard and out of the corner of his eye he catches a glimpse of Borne and one of his seekers, the former hunched and mouth agape. It is implied he may have been there for a while.

"What was that?" Borne mutters.

He storms up to Fenris and Hazarmaveth, latter whom looks to his seeker motioning towards the clearly still intoxicated halfbreed. The seeker reacts only by shrugging while holding and petting Enyo.

"Di-did you bribe seeker Tulin with a ferret?" The god of death asks in disbelief. "You weren't supposed to arrive until you were sobe-"

"Yeah, I'm s-sober enough," he says, his speech somewhat slurred and slouching quite a bit, "Sober enough to see... this... t-this..."

He looks Fenris over, scrutinizing him for every detail. He then leans back and his eyes widen into a look of disbelief.

"Eh... elf?" a clear uncertainty in his tone as he gets up into Fenris's face. "You... are elven, right, boy?"

"Yes, he is." Hazarmaveth responds.

Borne glances over at his mentor then back to Fenris and shrugs backing away, Hazarmaveth clearly relieved and a bit surprised he didn't strike poor Fenris. The halfbreed turns towards Lycaon and his daughter Nymeria.

"Oh, would you look at this place and you guys, do any good smiting lately?"

Hazarmaveth pokes Borne in the back of the head with his cane, to which nearly causes him to lose balance and topple into the floor.

"Greetings lord Lycaon, lady Nymeria..." he says with forced elegance, then he looks to Fenris. "I am Winston Borne, the divine joke and apparent cheater of death."

He takes a bow, then raises up with a smirk upon his face.

"Hope you don't take offense but I do have a request should we succeed in this... venture."

The setting changes from Arkngthan to Etheria and the Astral Sea

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The pain that was plaguing the god king's head as he tried to retrain his inner beast was slightly eased by the amusement he had gotten from Fenris's floundering attempts at social graces. He had try hold back laughter as the young elf talked about having sex with Nymeria. He believed he finally understood why Klethi kept the mortal around felt a little sorry for the elf that Nymeria was likely to beat into a pulp if things progressed as they were going.

Nymeria on the other hand didn't find the elf funny at all. Why would this rather average looking lesser being think that he had any chance with a half-goddess like herself. Before she could retort he sneezed all over her outstretch hand.
"Why has father sent a fool like you to accompany me?" the demigoddess said with obvious disgust as she wiped the snot off on her shirt. "And only a fool would mistake you for a demigod. What I meant was that I became a thane of the elven high-king during the years I spent in his court."

Before the princess could continue her verbal assault on Fenris, Hazermaveth and Borne entered the throne room. She was surprised that her second companion lacked an arm and an eye, but she was rather amused by his drunkenness. She wasn't sure how useful the two would be on her quest but at least she'd be entertained. When Borne requested to succeed Nymeria laughed and said. "Of course. What fun would failing our endeavor be?"

Lycaon judged the third hero as he entered into the great hall. Borne appeared to be ragged, but if what he heard was true the man was a survivor and that would be useful. He straitend his posture to some extent and said "My champions you are welcome to any part of Arkngthan. I have arranged rooms for you all in the palace. If you need to find anything ask my daughter. She seems hard on the outside but she's better once you get to know her. Also, mortal with one arm, I can't recall your name but I could give you a new arm if you'd like before your quest."

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Kurn, God of Enlightenment

From the light that Kurn had disappeared into came two balls of light that floated down to the floor near the group of beings. One flashed into Kurn once again, the other landed on his shoulder and became a white snow owl. Kurn smiled and waved at everyone present. "Sorry for my sudden absence, I had to grab my contribution to this little quest. This is Feroun, a wild owl who lives near my temple. He will be a useful addition to this quest, my only question is who will be his guardian while he is away?" He would only let Feroun go on the quest if one of the participants would take care of him.

He decided a little more information on Feroun would be best, and the hoot that Feroun let out seemed to agree with him. "Feroun is a gentle soul like myself, and for some reason understands this language quiet well. He can hunt for himself while on the journey, but I warn you all. If he is harmed because his keeper was not fulfilling their duties my punishment will be swift and unforgiving." He did not seem to be kidding, and he set Feroun down on the floor as he slowly walked into the center of the group and awaited someone to claim him.

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"Winston Borne sire, and though the offer is tempting... a saying goes: 'rather I be with one eye that sees twice as well, than two eyes that are half as good,'" He drops to the floor and almost effortlessly props himself up with his one arm, wobbling some still under the effects of intoxication. "As... you can see, like the one eye that is twice that of two, my left arm has more than compensated for the absent other,"

He then hops back onto his feet, only to lose his balance and fall over backwards.

"I think it means if I was suddenly given two arms the time to readjust would make me less effective."

Upon the arrival of Feroun Enyo squeezes out from the seeker's arms and scurries to her master's shoulder. He looks to her then to Kurn with a shrug and chuckles.

"Well, I myself am spoken for, my buddy over there."

Enyo chatters and begins to wash her face, Borne looks to her as if she had said something.

"Well, I suppose a god's owl could breathe fire, but that would be silly."

Hazarmaveth seeing this quietly writes in the air: "It should go away after being around the others."

Hearing Fenris's meltdown, Borne finds himself broken from his bout of delusion. He looks to him and sighs. He doesn't like elves, not as a race but something more to do with an attitude, an attitude Fenris lacks. Despite his attempts to get aggravated he's growing more sympathetic, and that is kind of aggravating. He looks at the elf scratching his chin and twisting his jaw thinking on what to say.

"So what if he's no demigod, are we to measure worth by a bloodline? By that account I am far less than he." The halfbreed says in response to Nymeria then gestures pointing to his head. "And only a fool weighs somebody by their physical strength alone."

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Bursting through the doors with plenty of unnecessary Flair, Aeristhatia greeted everyone with glee. "Sorry I'm late! My little Mercutio had to look his best..." She gave him an annoyed sideways glance. "But here he is! I introduce to you, Sir Mercutio Benedict Abernathy Potts!" The animal came waddling in, examining the scenery. "I say, what a lovely group of fellows and ladies. I was told I was to be accompanying one of-" Mercutio Paused Mid-sentence as his beady eyes came to rest on Nymeria. "Well, Hello there miss. I must say you do look rather..." Mercutio couldn't think of the word for attractive to the eye, so he did his best. "Robust..." He could hear Aeristhatia giggle in the background. "Forgive me. My language is not at its best, milady." He glared the best he could at Aeristhatia. "So who is it that I am meant to be helping, hm?"

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As Kurn presented Feroun Nymeria eyed the owl. She hadn't had an avian companion since her hawk Apollo was devoured by Belirand two years ago in their fight. Kurn's humble yet polite mannerisms caused Nymeria to realize how rude she was acting. The unremarkable elf wanted to get into her pants but if the god's trusted him maybe there was something more to him. For the most part she was only acting rude to annoy her father. Was she any better if she took her problems out on the poor atheist. She decided to wait and let the others have a chance at the owl first. After no one claimed it, the demigoddess walked up to the owl and said "I'll take you if you'll have me." She was then interrupted by Aeristhatia and the incredible talking platypus. She was surprised that even the platypus seemed to want her but she shrugged it off and responded.
"It's perfectly fine my dear beaver duck hybrid friend. I'm sure our friend Fenris can learn a few manners from you." she said as she shook his equivalent of a hand.

Lycaon watched the heroes speak and thought that perhaps they might have a chance. When Fenris broke down and asked about leaving he responded by conjuring a silver lyre out of the air and having a servant hand it to the elf. "Your going with my daughter, the other fellow, and the platypus whether you like it or not. I hope this lyre is to your liking. If you'd rather another instrument it can change itself upon your command. Now I must go. I have something else I must work on for your quest. And Borne when you return my offer still stands." With that and a flash of bright silver light he was gone.

Nymeria commented to her three companions. "I've heard of this divine liquor called Star Tears. They must have it at a bar somewhere here. I suggest that we make its acquisition our immediate goal and we can discuss our plans over a few glasses. I'm sure one of you gentleman would want to buy a lady like me a drink."

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((OOC: Valerian, you have full control over Feroun now, well Nymeria does anyway. He speaks to people through mental images sounds and sensations, so keep that in mind.))


Kurn, God of Enlightenment

Feroun turned around with a light jump as Nymeria approached and stared up at her in the avian way all birds did. Without question the bird flapped it's way up to her shoulder and stayed there, marking her as it's keeper. Kurn himself was pleased with the outcome and was now ready for the platypus to arrive. The attitude and voice of the platypus sent Kurn into a fit of laughter where he stood next to Lycaon. He doubled over from his hysterical humor and squirmed on the floor without any regrets of his laughter.

He eventually sobered and stood whipping the tears from his eyes. He manifested a glass wine bottle of water and poured his tears into it off his fingernail and hid the bottle in his robes. It seemed Nymeria had a taste for the Star Tears now so he would make an attempt to keep her away from it during the day and during the quest. Little did she know he was one of two gods who could make it, and he would not disclose the second one.

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"L-lycaon, thank you very much." Fenris took the lute from the servant slowly, like it might metamorphize into a snake at any moment. He pulled at each string once with his index finger. "...it can be any instrument? Can it be multiple at once?" He could orchestrate an entire band. Hopefully a sufficient performance would make Klethi forget about his seduction sidequest.
"Liquor?" Fenris asked Nymeria. In Azal it was still morning. Regardless, "I don't like alcohol. If a milk or fruit juice can be substituted, I would be much obliged. I mean, I'm obliged at all to be welcome in Lycaon's great hall. But I do not wish to partake in quaffing from the chalice of inebriation. But I a appreciate the offer, thank you."
And there was a platypus. That could talk. And it had better manners than him? Well excuse me Ms. Nymeria, but he wasn't given an introduction by the goddess of awkward situations. "Are you Aeristhatia's champion?" He disregarded the goddess herself entirely; she didn't receive the same difference Hazarmaveth did. "I am Fenris. It is... a rarity to make your acquaintance. "If I may, noble platypode, may I suggest you refrain from using terms like 'robust' to describe women. It is my belief they prefer affections like 'perky.'"

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Necessary divine training montage music- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYlkYkHkZxs
As the week before the quest went on our band of heroes prepared themselves for the journey ahead. Nymeria spent hours practicing her swordplay and archery and the others prepared themselves in their own respective ways. As time went on Nymeria's disdain of Fenris from his earlier advances slightly decreased as she grew used to the awkward elf along with the rest of her companions. As they prepared many of the various gods visited them to observe the various champions and take bets on whether or not the heroes would be able to survive their journey.

When the day of the quest finally began Lycaon called forth Borne, Nymeria, Fenris, Mercutio, Enyo, and Feroun into the great hall. The heroes stood before the god-king as he gave them his blessing for their journey. Lycaon had taken his most regal form as a handsome young man in his 30s with his silver hair, six wings, and kingly raiments.

"You may all have various opinions of the gods, myself, and my court; however, I do appreciate your decision to embark on this hazardous journey. Relations among the gods aren't going as well as they appear to you mortals and I fear if you do not acquire this adamant than I won't be able to stop the inevitable war or myself. I have watched you all over the past few weeks and beleive that you are among the best heroes the mortal world has to offer. Borne, you are a survivor capable of cheating death more than any other human being in history. Mercutio, you are freak of nature among freaks of nature; however, in being a sentient duck beaver thing you aren't what anyone would expect to be a hero and are therefore extremely useful. Fenris, you don't give yourself credit for what you can do and can be but I'm sure you can learn on the road ahead. Nymeria, your my own daughter and I know that you are both strong and clever, but do not let your pride and temper be your downfall as I fear the same traits in myself will inevitably bring mine. Before you go I have one last gift for you."

As he finished speaking a door opened in the side of the room and three wolves ran in to the center of the room obediently. The god king lifted his right hand and yellow beams of light flew from his hands and went into the three wolves causing them to fall to the ground and begin glowing and transforming before the heroes eyes. As the change went on the light grew until it formed a massive beam that shot strait through the floor and back into Etheria to create more of these new creatures. The glowing subsided and where the wolves once stood were now creatures that looked like giant wolves but with bodies better built for speed, endurance and riding.

"You have just witnessed a miracle at work. Something few mortals ever get to see. The birth of a new semi-intelligent race. These wargs will serve you as mounts. They have near human intelligence and are capable of understanding human speech though they cannot speak themselves. They will serve you well on your journey." as he finished speaking a silver light emanated from him until it filled the entire room and as soon as it subsided the heroes were on the outskirts of the Ulmish mountains with their wargs fully saddled and loaded with supplies.

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(bah, sorry, burned out)

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In the weeks Borne had spent much of his time to himself, and surprisingly kept relatively sober. When he wasn't trying to keep his skills sharp he was carving a piece of wood with his nail, talking to his ferret, and looking into a jar of black liquid. What interactions he did with the others were brief and at times awkward, but he tried to be more courteous than he was before. With the platypus he kept mentioning that Enyo is a talking animal too and that it was nice for her to no longer be the only one, likely to even Mercutio's confusion. It grew clear that he had very little interactions with other people, having hinted he essentially been raised by Hazarmaveth after his mother's death, some of it showed more but he remained relatively crude, sleeping wherever he felt tired not too unlike an animal.

At the time of the gathering he had taken his cloak and worn it specifically over his missing arm. It was clear from the weight that it was converted in order to hold his various instruments including knives and self-made devices, knowing well he'd need quite a few.

He squinted quite a bit in front of Lycaon, all the bright light was a bit much for him, in between each flash trying to make some he had tried to pose a question, then soon found himself atop a warg and not far from the Ulmish mountain border.

"Well," Borne groaned. "At least we are done zapping about... I think."

Enyo squirms in the pack on his back. As usual he acts as if this means something more than being restless.

"Huh? What? Yeah, did we happen to have a... plan?"

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#, as written by Taunbon
Serena, Herald of the Mother
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Serena lounged upon a bed of cushions strewn around the floor, mindlessly picking at the bowl of grapes to her side as he eyes roamed the courtyard of Obsidian Palace. A few of the Exalted practiced their arts in the field, hacking and slashing at each other to prove their dominance over the other as, even the Exalted were not above such desires, and out of the corner of her eye she spotted Vas sitting in a dark, gnarled tree twirling her dagger in boredom. Serena shared that boredom, it had grown dull on the mortal world, as of late, with little need of their skills and the lack of any amusing events that they could watch unfold.

Some of the younger Exalted looked forward to watching the 'quest', but Serena didn't. She had watched them unfold before, it was mostly walking... and more walking... with a bit more walking added in for good measure. Perhaps, a conversation here and there as they 'bonded' which was, somehow, even more dreadful to have to witness and the less she spoke about the 'love' that would sometimes blossom during long, extended periods of isolation with members of opposite sexes, the better. Yes, the fighting was far and in-between, 'quest' were a dull affair.

Plucking a lone grape, she brought it to her lips and slipped it in, closing her eyes as she chewed. It didn't help that Mother hadn't shown any enthusiasm either after the initial news. She had yet to pick a champion despite the 'group' supposed to be meeting today to start out on their 'quest'. It seemed her desire to aid the quest was based entirely on watching the half-breed and how he preformed. Serena was glad the half-breed had taken refuge in the realm of the 'God-King' as, if he hadn't, there had been a good chance the Mother could have ordered Vas, or herself, to bring the half-breed to the Palace, so the Mother could take a 'closer look' at the boy. That task would not have been difficult, but Serena would have questioned the value in the boy and wasting her time on maimed half-breed.

A voice swam through her mind, a warm voice, "Serena, dear, it seems the God of Boredom has 'invited' me to his realm which means the quest has begun. I have decided on my," the voice paused, and Serena could picture Mother tapping her finger against her lips as she pretended to ponder on the word, "'Champion'. I will open a portal to their location, be a dear and help to send them on their way."

Serena pushed herself up from the cushions, taking a moment to clear away the wrinkles in her dress as she did so. The dark portal opened tore open space in front of her with budding curiosity on the 'champion', Serena stepped through it.


Skarruk and Shebaba
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Skarruk's black eyes took in far more light then any human's could possibly hope for, so the secrets of the dark, dank tunnels could not hide from him. He was on a hunting trip, a suicide trip really, to explore the troll warrens and bring back their 'treasure' for the Chieftain. But that is what he got for overextending his authority as tribal shaman, he gently prodded Shebaba's abdomen with the end of his spear, coaxing her to keep moving through the tunnels.

His skin crawled with every step she took within the caves, his heart thumping faster in his small chest as he fought down the panic that was rising, he wanted to turn Shebaba around and flee. One troll was bad, two was worse... but an entire Troll Throng? That was death, and he had no desire to have them puke out their stomach contents on him as he dissolved in the acid of their bile. Shebaba must have sensed his fear as she stopped once again, Skarruk let out a curse in Gou'Toki as he prodded Shebaba again, but she wasn't moving.

Skarruk frowned and smacked her harder, a loud crack splitting the air and echoing down the tunnel as the shaft met her armored carapace, and still nothing. Not even a chitter of warning to him for his blow... nothing. She hadn't disobeyed him since she was a spiderling, and more then that, she had never not responded at all. Skarruk shivered as a chill ran through his body, his dark eyes scanning the tunnel as his instincts screamed at him that something was very, very wrong.

Finally, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted movement, something in black that he had not noticed before. Instinctively, he tried to prod Shebaba again, but she wasn't moving, merely staring ahead as if lost in her own world. Gripping his spear tighter, he started to chant in Gou'Toki calling upon the magical energy in the air to come to him as the shadow started to move, "Drath tokin'ra Ko.." his voice died as the magic he called to him was being unraveled. Unraveled faster then he could draw it in, his panicked mind raced as his instincts continued to scream at him to run away from the figure, that it was dangerous.

But the shadow kept coming, advancing at a slow, almost lazy, pace. Reflexively, he thrust his spear at it when the shadow came in range, but it was smacked aside the blow as if it was nothing more then an annoying gnat, before he could move, it shot out at him like a viper, gripping his throat and lifting him off Shebaba as if he weighed nothing. Skarruk clawed and scratched at the arm holding him, his dirty nails failing to break the material over its arm, grasping for his belt, he tried to pull out his dagger, but a flash of pain blurred his vision as the shadow slammed him into the cave wall.

Blinking away the tears, his vision cleared and finally, at this range, he was able to see the shadow for what it was. A human, but not just any human, his dark eyes fell on the pale beast skull on her head, and his heart froze in terror. The Herald. He had never seen her. None in their tribe had, but they knew her. Just as all knew the Mother. It was an instinctual knowledge, no different then breathing, a primal fear and awareness that lurked in the back of their mind, buried deep within their very creation. But the knowledge did little to alleviate his fears.

"Skarruk," The herald said in gou'toki, her voice cold. It was odd, it held no accent, no personality, it was as if Skarruk had read the words carved upon the wall, "The Mother has chosen you to preform a task. Succeed, and you shall be rewarded. Fail and pray that your death is quick."

His black eyes widen in equal parts fear and surprise, he would have asked why, but he had trouble forming words around the thin hand gripping his throat, "You are to join a... group formed by the gods and aid them in their task," with that, her hand released his throat, and gravity took its toll, his body smacking into the cold, hard ground as he breathed deep trying to fill his lungs with the musty tunnel air.

"W-What task?" Skarruk gasped, pushing himself to his feet.

The Herald watched him, her face revealing nothing as she waved her hand and as the air itself seemed to tear, a dark portal coming into existence, so abyssal it seemed to even draw in the lesser darkness of the tunnel into its embrace, "Go," the Herald commanded.

Skarruk fumbled around, his dirty green fingers combing the ground until they bumped into the shaft of the spear. Picking it up, he returned to Shebaba and climbed on, the soft chittering sound his companion made were soothing as they echoed in the tunnels. It was a familiar sound, one he hadn't thought he would find so comforting once he had been deprived of it. Gently nudging Shebaba, he led her towards the portal, and with once last look at the Herald, her through it.




Skarruk let out a pained cry as the burning light seared at his eyes. He dropped his spear as his hands came up to cover his face, gripping it in agony as his pupils tried desperately to adapt to the massive amount of light assaulting them. His eyes clasped closed, his hands shot over his head and gripped the hood of his cloak, pulling it over his head to mercifully shield him from the harsh, blinding rays of light that peaked through the trees.

From the sanctuary of the shadows provided by his hood, Skarruk blinked away the pain and flashes of light, he could smell humans, an elf... beast... He gripped his spear even as he felt Shebaba move under him. Finally able to see, he looked around, his head moving in quick jerking motions as he scanned the forest, from the other 'champions' in it, to the large beast prowling around them. Shebaba had adapted quicker, it seems, as her fang's chittering grew louder, a warning to the others, as her two, blade-like front legs lifted into the air ready to strike at anything that came too close.

"The Mother's...... contribution," the cold voice of the Herald said from behind him, he turned his head, almost glad to have her there as while she was terrifying, she was a terror he was more familiar with. Skarruk looked at the group one more time, before gently laying his hand on Shebaba's head, calming the spider as it lowered its legs and left its aggressive pose.

The rustling of grass drew his attention back to the Herald who had stopped half-way in her turn to go back into the portal, her head turned to fall on one of the, what Skarruk could only assume was some kind of wounded human, "The Mother has taken an interest in you, half-breed. She will be watching your actions from now on, do not disappoint."

It seemed she did not want, or need, a reply as the Herald turned back and entered the portal, the dark vortex closing behind her.

With his only... 'ally' gone, Skarruk gripped his spear tightly, his knuckles turning yellow from the pressure, "Skarruk," he said roughly, his voice till hoarse from the near strangulation, "Shebaba," he said, touching the spider on the head to give introduction. His large black eyes kept jumping from human, to... wounded.. human, to elf, to beast trying to watch them all for signs of treachery or aggression at the same time and failing at anything more then looking like a jerking patient going through withdrawal.

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Borne grunted a bit at this sudden introduction, less than pleased to see a goblin, let alone one sent by... her. He clenches his fists, knuckles turning white, pupils dilated, hair starting to bristle from the back of his neck yet unseen through the cloak obscuring it. He draws back some like he is ready to strike and... ... ... sneezes. Enyo pops up from his pack with hair standing on end.

"Pardon me,." He says gravelly. "So... Skarruk? I am Borne, this is Enyo."

Borne paces around Skarruk, watching for any reaction, scrutinizing him. He stops and lets out a disappointed sigh, having noticed the strangulation marks and how unprepared he seems to be.

"Well that is a pity," he mutters under his breath. "Well, welcome aboard."

He points forwards to the trail for his mount to see, moving on down a trail to scout ahead.

"Oh well, might as well get moving now that everyone is here, and by the way, Skarruk..." He pauses, glances at Fenris and says something in broken but legible Gou'Toki, something he hoped only Skarruk understood. "Avoid the elf, Klethi cursed him with bad fortune and it could spread."

He wasn't going to take any risks, even with an unprepared wretch as he.

Watching, eh? In that case I hope she finds what I've got in store very entertaining. He grins under his scarf as he continues on the trail.

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As the heroes materialized on the boarder of Ulm's lands Nymeria stretched out her arms. She hated living in Arknghtan were her father was in control, but here in the wilderness there were no masters and servants, just a vast wilderness perfect for adventures.

"Gotta love divine teleportation." she said cheerfully. "I was only about four when I had the fortune of experiencing it for the first time." When she heard Fenris's complaint regarding riding she responded by saying, "I don't think you have much of a choice but ride Fenris my perverted friend. The mountains of the giants is too dangerous to stay in one place for too long and we'll cover more ground on these magnificent beasts than on foot. Anyway it looks like this one likes you and it would be a shame to hurt her feelings." as the demigoddess spoke she mounted her own warg.

"Of course we've got a plan." she then said to Borne. "We ride into the mountains, retrieve the adamant before Ulm notices, and kill anything that dares get in our way."

The young woman's excitement was quickly drained when she saw Serena and the Mother's champion enter the portal. Nymeria had little love for goblins. They had killed several of her former comrades in battle and she had sent a good few dozen of their number to join her fallen allies. She had to admit that she did like the spider creature though. She wondered if she were to ask nice enough if she could try riding it or if she could get it when its master was killed on their quest.

Nymeria was surprised that Karvana also showed interest in Borne; perhaps, he would be a far more useful companion than she thought. After Borne and the newcomer had finished speaking she rode over to Skarruk and offered him her hand.

"I'm Nymeria. Daughter of Lycaon, Thane of the Elven high-kin, slayer of the dread dragon Belirand, and champion of the god-king Lycaon. I am glad to meet you and hope your spear will be of use to our party."

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Fenris felt his cheeks grow hot when Nymeria called him a pervert, but he chose not to even look at her until she said the worg liked him. "...how can you tell?" He looked at the creature, which minutes ago didn't even exist. Or did it? Just as a normal animal. There went the "gods" meddling in life exactly like they shouldn't.
Fenris approached the animal and spoke quietly with his back to his companions. "Hello. My name is Fenris. I hope you don't mind, but I think I'm going to have to ride you. I'll try not to be heavy."
Fenris recognized the language Borne spoke in but didn't understand the words. He placed a tentative hand on the wolf-mount's neck before half-turning back to the rest of the party. He had the most neutral response to the appearance of the goblin. "...hello." Goblinoids were the lowest tier in Azal society; as a species they were regarded as slow, and their failure to grasp arithmetic or literacy made them easy to dupe and swindle. Azal had no laws against tricking a less intelligent gambler. But Fenris didn't judge people by their ability to judge outcomes, and most of his experiences with goblins made him more pitiful than distasteful. "I am Fenris." He did not have any desire to make introductions. He had much desire to get this done quickly. "Mercutio, would you like to share my saddle? Or I can empty one of these saddlebags, and we can travel akimbo." He played with buttons and rifled through the contents of the bags on his side of the worg. "This one carries only food, and is a perfect size for you. Unless you prefer more room. Mount, I do not know your name. If we shared a language I would ask it. In case somehow you do understand me, that platypus is Mercutio." He pointed. "Would you mind if he accompanied me?" Fenris may have looked silly talking at the creature, but he regarded it seriously, taken great concern in receiving some sign of consent.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Winston Borne Character Portrait: Karvana's Champions/Exalted Character Portrait: Nymeria Character Portrait: Fenris Character Portrait: Mercutio the Platypus
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Mercutio Looked warily at the goblins, hiding his discontent behing dignity. "Salutations, dear friends. I am said to weigh no more than a loaf of bread, so do not fear for your strength!" He took a flourishing bow and waddled over to Nymeria. Remembering Fenris's advice on terms of endearment, he attempted some light conversation. "My dear gal, Fenris would like to inform you that he thinks you are very porky! Although I am not very familiar with terms of endearment, I believe that to be very kind indeed, and so I do say I must agree. You are very porky, my dear! " He patted her leg, (as it was all he could reach,) and walked away back to Fenris and the goblins, smiling with glee. "I can ride however you may need me to, Fenny!" He enjoyed the feeling of giving one a "nickname" as it made him feel closer to his Fenris's level of intelligence. "I can even take the reins If you need me to! However, I would be most comfortable in one of your wolf-pouches, as well as anywhere else." All things considered, Mercutio was quite timid around the beast, but felt somewhat safe around Fenris.

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