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Faindir Righteousness.

"Righteousness comes in many forms! For me it comes in the shape of my hammer!!"

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The entrance to the pub slammed open with a flurry of snow and a thoroughly wrapped up individual stormed through, slamming the door shut behind them.
They flung off their furred cloak with a deep laugh, firm masculine features barely contained within bulky armor.
"Oh thank the gods, finding this place in this frozen wasteland is like stumbling upon the Starlit Vales!" The copper haired, red skinned man spoke in a thick Irish accent. "Oh you, you purple clanky barkeep, please!" He marched quickly over to O'Malley and placed a small pouch of plain gold coins upon the counter before slamming both hands down on the counter top. "Please grace me with the finest, most belly warming beverage you can grace me with! I swear I wasn't made for this kinda weather!"

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Faindir Righteousness. entered the pub with a loud bang as the door swung open wide, looking like he'd walked straight out of the feudal age, dressed in a large gleaming set of armor, massive plates, sets of cured leather and cloths etched with red runes covering every part of his body apart from his red tinted, black freckled face, short copper hair all but shone upon his head and his eyes gleamed a jolly, piercing silver. On either side of his hips hung a long sword and a large blocky hammer etched with similar runes to the ones covering his armor and upon his back a large shield rested.
He grinned about the room with his thick glove clad hands on his waist then made his way over to the counter sitting on a stool, causing it to creak loudly and ordered a drink, placing several plain gold coins on the counter.

The setting changes from the-omalley-pub to Gambit's Bar

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Character Portrait: Maedos Judgement Character Portrait: Seria Haenor Character Portrait: Laedir Lust Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Asynda Misery

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The door to Gambit's bar creaked open and five figures hustled in from the dim morning sun-lit street, led by a massive sombre looking copper haired, red skinned, black freckled man thumping ahead in a huge suit of silvery armor, a hammer, sword and shield strapped to his waist and back.
Following him a grouchy woman with glacier blue hair and a pale complexion and several pieces of metal and leather armor under a blue cloak, her right arm in a slightly bloodstained sling and a considerably bloodstained patch over her left eye, a considerable limp forcing her to be supported by a lanky forest-green skinned man with black hair. The green man was so tall that he had to stoop slightly to support the woman properly, a worried look on his face and an eerie misty lantern and a tome of some sort slung to the waist of his simple brown robe and a large axe held in the one arm he wasn't using to support the blue woman though the axe looked awfully out of place on his person.
Behind the limping woman and lanky man a scantily robed woman with glimmering amethyst hair and a light brown complexion, a spear tied to her back followed, her slippered feet noiselessly gliding over the floor and the tails of her robes trailing behind her as though they were alive and beside her a short, young looking teenager followed along with the mismatched group who all heatedly yammered at each other, arguing about something or other while she followed along quietly, a thick leather coat cloaking her body and a metal backpack standing out on their back. The relatively androgynous teen had gold tinted skin and shoulder length emerald hair.

"I keep telling you Maedos you should have waited for us!" The amethyst haired woman said in a condescending manner towards the wounded woman. "You very well could have died, if you had waited we would have captured and killed Erynis!"

The wounded woman grumbled in reply and the tall man looked over his shoulder at the amethyst haired woman.
"Laedir, please don't be so mean, she did what she thought was right." He said in a quiet, gentle voice.

The amethyst haired woman, Laedir, sniffed disdainfully, though she looked genuinely concerned. "It was reckless and suicidal!"

"Aye reckless it may have been but the lass saved two lives from a fate worse than death with her actions." The armored man added with a thick scottish accent as he approached the bar and sat himself down, causing his seat to creak, waving down the bar bot. "I can respect that especially from an Avatar of Judgement." He smiled fondly at the wounded woman who huffed and continued to grumble as the lanky man helped her into her seat.

Laedir opened her mouth to continue to protest as the young teenager split away from the group, staying close but still sitting aside, taking off her pack and putting it down on a table, the metal pack opening itself out and extending four legs to stabilize itself as it expanded and a mechanical arm folded out along with a series of compartments filled with all sorts of bits of junk.
The green haired girl smiled as she went to work, picking up bits and bobs with the help of the glow-jointed mechanical arm, inspecting them closely with a set of looking glasses and humming thoughtfully.

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The four armed and armored individuals halted their conversation momentarily to glance at the new comer before looking back to each other and resuming their quiet chatter.

The girl at the table heeded the mysterious stranger no mind as she continued to tinker, laying particular pieces of mineral and metal out on the polished wood's surface as Laedir halted her preaching to take a purple smoothie from one of the bar-bots and place it down for the emerald haired girl.

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Character Portrait: Maedos Judgement Character Portrait: Seria Haenor Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Selfi Helestinia

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The colossal steel clad warrior took a swig of his particularly large mug of what appeared to be ale and sniffed slightly before standing, patting the wounded warrior on the back and muttering something to her in an alien tongue to her before moving away, tousling the gold skinned girl's hair with a gauntlet'd hand as he passed her causing her to give him a grouchy look and approached the woman who had brought the coffin in, favoring her with a curious expression.
He cleared his throat as politely as he could in an attempt to grab her attention then asked: "So lass... Just out of curiosity... Whats in the coffin?"

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\Selfi watched as the rather large man aproached her. It kind of worried her that he aproached her, but also excited her a bit. She hadnt had any social interaction in a few days and was happy that someone aproached her. She didnt show this though. The words of the man made her think for a moment. She could give an honest answer. Or maybe something a bit more mysterious. But that might not work out that great... Something threatening maybe?

Selfi shook her head slightly as she looked up to the man. She was over thinking this, an answer should be natural, not thought on for multiple minutes. She took a deep breath. "Something?" She then said. Welp, that went worse then expected. She couldnt even give an honest answer. It made her consider the possibility of herself being somewhat 'socially akward' as they say. "I dont really know" She then added to let her answer make a bit more sense.

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Character Portrait: "Subject - FS001" Samantha Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Selfi Helestinia

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Sammy wandered into the bar walking casually in from the upstairs hotel part of the bar rubbing the sleep from her eyes and yawning as she did so. The little girl looked about the bar and didn't really see many people around though she did notice selfi in the bar, she brushed her off for the moment and sat at the counter her usual bar tender bringing her a glass of water and stealing her a protein bar, it wasn't until she finished that she decided to move closer to the other patron and stare at him for a while, she hadn't seen many people come in today and so Selfi's presence put her at an unease, she looked around and also noticed a man standing close by, and right at that moment the usual curious Sammy took over, "you two seem a little odd..." she gazed at the two patrons for a while before continuing, "are you together mister and miss? ya know like together" she winked as she finished off her little speech and planted herself on a chair next to her still gazing at the other two patrons.

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The armored man shrugged, causing his steel clad shoulders to clang loudly, an easy, friendly smile adorning his reddish freckled face. "Thats fair enough I guess, no harm in askin' anyway am I right lass?" He seated himself beside her with a clunk and a creak of protest from the seat. "My name's Faindir if you were curious." He said pointing his thumb at his plated chest before extending it, apparently expecting a handshake despite his large steel gauntlet. "Might I have the pleasure of know what title you go by lassie?"
Faindir blanched at the sound of the small girls question before laughing heartily and gently tousled her hair. "Oh no little lassie, I've only just yet met the miss here." He said nodding his copper haired head towards Selfi. "I was just asking her name." He looked down at the little girl and raised a brow though his smile didn't fade. "And whats your name little lassie? And what brings a little miss like you to this delightful establishment?"

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Character Portrait: "Subject - FS001" Samantha Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness.

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Sammy blushed slightly and closed her eyes at her hair being tousled, "i'm Sammy mister. Faindir!" she had chosen to stick with mister, Faindir seemed like a mister person. She yawned and stretched her arms up above her head, she looked around the bar hoping to maybe see a few more patrons but of course she didn't...it seemed the bar was only filled with three today, "i'm here because.." she stopped for a moment perhaps she had forgotten her purpose in the bar? no...it was much deeper than that, "because it was cold and raining and i was tired and the man at the door a while ago said that i could stay with him, he had a room upstairs" she seemed to panic for a while, "i mean has...yeah he still has a room" she smiled childishly but deep inside she was sighing with relief, she had told the truth for the most part except...that man no longer existed.

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Faindir chuckled as Selfi didn't accept his handshake. "Ah fair enough lass." He wiggled the steel fingers of his gauntleted hand. "It can be a bit intimidating. But never the less its a pleasure to be makin' your acquaintance miss Selfi." He picked up his mug of ale and took a quick gulp of it. "And what brings you and your mystery coffin to Gambit's?"

After his niceties with Selfi he glanced back to the girl, raising an eyebrow. "And you just stayed with this fellow? Its dangerous for young little girls to be staying lone with strangers, whoever they may be..." He leaned forward with a concerned look in his red eyes. "Don't you have a mother or father to look after you lassie?"

The setting changes from gambits-bar to Tauvyr Tavern

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Character Portrait: King of Dogs Character Portrait: Maedos Judgement Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Serianata Sorrow

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A trio of cloaked figures Entered the tavern one after the other, the first a tall, broad shouldered man with armor and barely concealed beneath his grey cloak who held the door open for the two behind him, a man walking forward slowly, leaning heavily on a grey staff of stone and metal, a large crystal hovering in the grip of the prongs of it's head with several shards of crystalline matter circling the exterior of the two metal prongs, a metal half mask tightly clamped over the slightly emaciated man's jaw, completely concealing his mouth, cheeks and the lower half of his nose.
Closely following him with a firm scowl and and long glaciar blue hair tied in a pony tail a woman with a large battle-axe hilted on her back, armor gleaming on her shoulders and arms as she looked around the room slowly, a black eyepatch with a sapphire embedded in it covering her right eye.

The last of the three stopped as she spied the hellhound lounging by the fire, the other two heading forwards to the counter of the Tavern, the masked one only glancing back at her before shrugging and continuing to follow the largest of the three.

"You!" The woman said in a loud firm voice, pointing at the hound. "I know you." She turned to fully face the lazed hellhound. her visible eye squinting suspiciously. "But I can't seem to remember where from..."

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Character Portrait: Saya Mauthos Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Croaker Character Portrait: Serianata Sorrow

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Serianata and Faindir observed the two new comers, the gaunt masked man looking cautious and suspicious, the large larger warrior simply curious as they looked them up and down, sizing them up casually.

Serianata grunted quietly and turned back to his small drink while the larger of the two, turned his bulk right around on his stool with a large pitcher in one rune covered gauntleted hand.

"Fair travelers and locals!" The large red skinned warrior boomed in a thick scottish accent, causing his companion to wince and grumble. "What brings ye to this fine little watering hole on this fine evening?"

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Croaker Blinking at the pair, seeing double for a moment- four men was a lot of men, Croaker figured drinking was a bad idea. Rather than respond to the speaker he rummages about in a pocket of his grubby pants a moment before fishing out a small baggy of some herbs, a pipe and a box of matches. After packing his pipe and getting it started he finally speaks, "Got ma booster, they claim the shot will make us gods, all the powers of the night in broad daylight. What do I know though..."

With a shrug he puffs his pipe some before popping it out and pointing it at the pair with one eye squinted up, "What about you two? Out on a date?" a grin.

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Faindir gave a sharp but hearty laugh before patting his companion on the back. "Oh nay, as romantic as hunting great world destroying Wyrms in the forest may be, he's not my type!" Serianata glanced sourly over at Faindir while continuing to ignore everyone, pulling out a notebook and writing in it, his staff leaning against him as he leaned over the book as Faindir smiled broadly. "Oh and if you could tell me, friend, what is this shot you speak of? I assume it is of medical nature? 'Tis quite a claim to make to say that a simple needle will give god-hood!"

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Croaker Rolling up his sleeve he shows off the small black spot on his right bicep- in time it would fade, 'least that was what the Descorp people had told him. "This baby. Them folks from Descorp, ones what set up those big guns in the woods n'all, they came into town and set up this tent. Form up in the line and you can get a shot they say will make you immune to fire, the sun and silver. Plus, if you find something that DOES hurt..it won't the next time you come across it. They say there are little robots or some mess crawlin about in the shots, they learn stuff...and protect ya."

He puts the pipe end back in his mouth, puffing out a few dense clouds before drawing it out to wave it about in agitation, "Way I sees it I can see the beaches at noon again, I can do as I please...Them solar weapons those soldier boys carry won't do diddly no more. Us of the night got a new bright future ahead of us...heh. Bright." he puts the pipe back in and grins at his pun.

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Faindir nodded slowly, still smiling even though his eyes seemed to become less cheery, more calculating. "Oh... Thats fascinating laddie."
Serianata mean while had perked up, turning to observe the vampire as he spoke, his deep grey eyes drawn to the dark blotch before it was covered up. "Tell me..." He spoke up through his large metal half mask covering his jaw and nose, his voice sounding mechanical. "Where might I find this tent? These nanites strike me as fascinating..." His gray eyes darted up to meet Croaker's the cold pale irises seeming to bore into him as he turned to face him, taking his staff in one hand.

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Croaker A nod towards the doors, and a vague hand gesture, "Right outside, hell you probably walked past them to come in here, you blind sacks. Hard to miss the big guys with the fancy guns, Chimera they are called I hear- less man than monster under all that armor Im told."

He puffs out a bit more smoke before reaching for his herbs to pack in a fresh batch, the stuff went fast, but it was nice to smoke. "Honestly though, I don't know, seems kinda odd. They aren't even chargin fer the shots. You just walk up and BAM! You're immune to bad shit. No coin, no questions." he shrugs again, "Gift horse though, never check it's teeth. Just ride it."

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Serianata stood and bowed slightly towards Croaker. "Thank you for the directions." He said in his cold mechanical voice before making eye contact with Faindir and nodding to him before making his exit, staff in hand and cloak tightly wrapped about himself.
Faindir grunted and waved at Serianata's back, speaking in an alien tongue and frowning before turning back to Croaker. "So, stranger, whats your name?" He extended his hand with another wide smile. "I'm Faindir."

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Croaker Watching the one man leave he frowns, something told him things were about to become complicated elsewhere. The town square with it's medical tent and line of waiting vampires would most likely be worth looking in on. His attention snaps back to the other man and the offered hand, "Croaker, they call me. Seein as I cause thems that cross me to..well..croak I think it's fitting."

He gestured with his two busy hands at the offered shake, one held the pipe, the other packed in the fragrant bits of herb and such. Truth was he didn't feel much like touching this fellows hand, had a feeling these men were wearing more masks than the ones on they faces- had no proof or anything, but living as long as he had, trusting the gut was a safe bet.

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The television in the corner suddenly began to play the ever catchy, and somewhat dramatic, TERRACAST jingle, as the logo presented itself full screen. The face of Winne Rineswurth faded in.

She began her report as always, naming herself and her location. The reporter was in Hipsterville today. In the background, people milled around and poked in and out of Galaxy Cupcakes. Plaster and some debris littered the ground. The cause of damage was explained to be a large crash to the north. The camera aimed skyward to show the smoke trail, which was quickly spreading to haze out the skies over Wing City.

The Terracast logo and jingle appeared on screen after Winne prodded the public's mind, and signed off. A few customers around the tavern murmured in speculation, two older gentlemen at the bar already waging in jest whether the ship was Aschen or Taiyou.

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Faindir chuckled and rested a hand on the pommel of the sword at his waist, "Aye I can see the logic behind that friend. What sort of dealings do you dabble in my vamparical friend?"
He asked his question absently while gazing at the television set, mildly interested by the Terracast report before looking back to Croaker still smiling heartily and taking a sip from his drink.

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Croaker "Mostly strong-arm stuff lately, coin is coin though they say, so 'bout anything that lets me use me hands Im game fer." he stuffs the baggy away into his pocket, striking a new match to re-fire his pipe before continuing, "I mean, Im not so rich I'll pass up an honest work, but folks tend to shy from the likes of me, so it's back to the wars and such."

Puff. Puff. "What about you and your absent date? You seem mighty well armed for passers by, and you don't smell local. Might you be a couple a hunters, likes them that tried to rough this joint up in the past?"

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Faindir nodded as Croaker spoke, placing his drink back on the counter where it was refilled by the tender. "Well I find a bit of honest work nothing to avoid. Aye, I even find it enjoyable." He chuckled and picked his drink back up while rolling his shoulders. "As for Serianata and myself... We were indeed out hunting, though not for any of the local beasties." He leaned forward grinning wide with a spark of excitement in his eye, "We were out hunting for the legendary Tyrant Wyrms, the terrible world eaters. Managed to corner one of the blighters and kill it. We just stopped by here for a breather and are lookin' for a means to get the bloody huge carcass out of the woods." He sniffs and takes a sip of his drink raising an eyebrow. "There's a big bounty on the bastards if you're interested. Could get a party together and go huntin' in the mires. The whoe woods is crawling with the monsters."

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Croaker Bounty? That was like getting paid to do stuff he liked! How scary could a Worm be anyway? He obviously had no idea that there was more than one way to spell the word, or that some meanings were much worse than others. "Shall I fetch a few parakeets?" he burst out laughing, slapping one hand against his knee as he did. Croaker wasn't a smart man, but he had fun.

"How much coin we talkin? I like to know if Im gettin out of bed for a drink or a whole meal.." chuckles still shook him, the idea...a hunting party for some worms. Fishing must be important to these folks.

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Faindir chuckled but seemed a little perplexed at the joke Croaker had made, not understanding that Croaker had misunderstood. "Yes well... I suppose? I'm afraid I don't quite get your humor lad..." He took a long drought from his drink and cleared his throat, swirling the mugs contents a little. "As for the price of a Wyrm, that depends on how big the bastard is... Your average Wyrmling will still fetch a pretty penny I assure you." Faindir chuckled with a wink. "The prize is of course up for discussion but because of the nature of the buyers... Well lets just say they reward with raw goods." He belched loudly and cleared his throat again, putting the mug back down on the counter and leaning forwards. "A single healthy Wyrmling's head will fetch you three gold ingots or something of equivalent value. And considering they travel in packs of at least five..." He shrugged with a broad smile, leaning back to pick his mug up once more. "I think you can do the maths lad."