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Misriah

"How's about you walk on off before I shove this point object down your gullet?"

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Durandal

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Name: Misriah Caros
Alias: Spider
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 160 lbs
Species: Dökkálfr (Dark Elf)



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Misriah's appearance is typical of that of a Dark Elf: white hair, pale skin, long, pointed ears, although her ears are longer in comparison to many others of her species. Fairly tall at six foot even, her toned body shows the records of her experience, scars slashing across otherwise unblemished skin. She generally wears her hair partly in a pony tail, leaving the rest of it to hang loose around her shoulders.

Her past lies shrouded in mystery, unwilling to divulge much information as to where she has been and what she has been through. Some have been able to piece together her tale, scattered as it may be. Of relative non-importance in her youth in Aelora, Misriah found escape in the cult of a nigh-forgotten god, Idizen, patron of the ancient.. Attending frequently, she and the others fled their homes after royal agents discovered the existence of the cult and began to hunt them. One of the few to escape, she was left the highest ranking member of the group. Despite this, their size and obscurity led to their decline over time, leaving only Misriah still loyal. In this, she found absolution.

Alone in the world, Idizen came down to her personally, gracing her with his powers as Misriah slept. It would not be until much later that she realized this blessing had been bestowed upon her. Falling into worship, she proclaimed to act as the herald of Idizen in the physical realm. Brushing aside the offer, Idizen told her to do what she desired, explore the unexplored places of the world and find that which had not been found. That in itself would reward both of them.

Through the blessing of Idizen, Misriah is able to call upon various divine powers. Apart from this, Misriah does not know much of the outside world except that which she has seen and that which she has read. Offsetting this fact is Idizen himself, bestowing knowledge of events, items, and people long dead in times of need.

Favoring an ax and parrying dagger, Misriah is nevertheless capable of utilizing most melee weapons and various ranged ones. Wearing leather armor imbued with holy power, she features natural resistance to frost effects, mental intrusions, and poisons.

So begins...

Misriah's Story

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Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Asheking Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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The group would appear as they had been sitting moments before in the middle of the bar, sitting or standing around the table as if they were still there. The momentary pause before they all clanked against the ground. Glendon would knock out cold as the group soon arrived with a few members finding themselves missing various items of clothing, possibly a weapon or small bag. The only individual to appear wholly in this grove would be Asheking who was given special attention due to his condition.

With Glendon knocked out and sprawled on the ground now at the mercy of the group, in which he was missing both of his shoes a sleeve of his robe and one of his bags. He was laid out rather disdainfully looking like a drunk who took a bad fall.

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#, as written by Sordin
Valsaan gathers himself up off of the grassy floor and examines his equipment, noticing with irritation that one of his gauntlets and various items that had been on his belt have vanished, he checks around and finds the thralls have followed and are intact for the most part though one of them is now very lacking in the limbs department and the others a showing worrying splits and tears. Valsaan walks over to Glendons prone form and prods it with his boot before turning around to everyone else who was teleported.

"Anybody else feeling generally alive and well? Only I'm a little worried about who might be following us. I'm not really sure of our current location so if its close to that bar we may need to beat a hasty retreat or at least make it to the nearest graveyard, that teleport took a lot out of my thralls. Literally."

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Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Asheking Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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#, as written by duramon
Lazarus was surprised to be teleported away, and more than a little annoyed, by his teleporter. He was prepared to fight, to slash their assailant to pieces, although likely the action would have repercussions and result in his lack of employment once more. The Vampire bent down and picked up their host, slipping them onto his shoulder as if he were naught but a paper weight and listening to the Necromancers proposal, he held up his electronic pad as it buzzed to life.

"I've lost my weapon, but it shall return to me in time. If you wish I know of a perfect place, the Verinotte Hollow." It read, before buzzing out once more. He cracked his neck and rubbed his head, scratching at the long hair he'd yet to get used to even after all these years.

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Misriah grimaced at the events that were unfolding in front of her, the rising tensions between this Glendon and the strange woman with the...anti-mana grenade, was it? Although she was not entirely certain of the effects that such a device would have on her and her abilities, she had heard the term used enough to realize it would suppresss the magical abilities of those around her. So much for-

Eyes widened momentarily before Misriah crashed to the ground, bones cracking as they popped out of and then into their sockets from the jarring impact. Curses flew from her mouth softly as she maneuvered her body slowly around so that she was on her stomach. Scanning, she saw that the others were also down, except for the vampire. Touching her hips, Misriah sighed to find one of her axes missing, as well as a pouch with the only remaining money she had left.

Dusting herself off and then rising trembling to her feet, she breathed deeply to clear her system. Recovered, she examined the others in the group. Listening to Lazarus's offer, she grumbled, "No place else have I to go. To Verinotte Hollow or some other place, it matters to me not. Continue there we shall?"

The setting changes from The Hidden Glen to Tauvyr Tavern

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Aeson made his way through the door to this bar. He did not open the door but phased through it as if it was not a solid object at all. The mage stood momentarily in his white and blue garb the staff slung on his back and his face shrouded from his oversize hood. Aeson found a seat on fringes of the bar away from the more common folk. With the Seal of Ophiel still active on himself, he entered into his partial trance where he began scrying through the area and further looking for something, someone possibly.

With most of his power drained from his escape in Hell he was quickly drawing ambient magic that would hopefully not alert to many to himself as he recharged his well of magic.

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#, as written by Varden
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Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Dyew Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Aeson Maro Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro
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Dyew was seated on a bar stool, listening to the various hubbub and hullabaloo of the other patrons. No one could really remember him entering or being in that particular seat before that moment in time, no one had just seen him appear out of thin air either. So it was that it could easily be assumed that he had come in the door and took a seat without anyone noticing him making an entrance.

He appeared to be a pretty normal looking guy with long black hair and a beard and mustache. He wore blue jeans, work boots, and a dark blue button down shirt, un-tucked with the top two buttons undone.

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Kethyr Naethus sighed and went on his way, paying his tab and slinking into the night.

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Winne Rineswurth loudly scootched her chair an inch closer to Awinita.

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Character Portrait: Cenoic Character Portrait: Xvander Character Portrait: Cheshire "Ches" Cat Character Portrait: Bigby Wolf (the Big Bad Wolf) Character Portrait: Elisio Sepulveda Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta
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Ulrich Paternosta stepped into the warm interior of the tavern. He gave it a quick scan and grunted. She wasn't anywhere in sight; good. There was something off with Ms. Tauvyr as of late. More off than usual.

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Stone and Boyle followed in shortly after. The pair of vampires sort of taking in the sights of a rather rich looking drinking hole. "Nice. Nice. Hey Stones! They got the nice chairs! Take a peep at them!" Boyles made his way over to a table. A chair with rich velvet cushions that he ran along his hand. "Look at that. Feel that. Good right?"

Stones followed in not even giving the chair a look.

"Ish fine." He said bluntly. He moved to the sight. Taking in a strong nostril fill of something. Hm.

"That one." he pointed to a bottle behind the counter. A cup? "No. That one." The whole bottle? Okay... He uncorked it and began to drink it very greedily.

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Deliveries to the Tauvyr Tavern were more regular with the new ownership of Fantasma Vineyards. The bottles were stocked and varied though many of the labels familiar some a more threatening make. Labels with letters that squirm and images with unsettling angles. One such bottle festooned with the dual masks Sock and Buskin sported others etched into the glass. Though these of anguish and horror if one should peer closer. Perhaps a warning for its label 'Thousand-Faced Wine' that said little else of its make than bottled in Fantasma Vineyards. A cigarette alit behind the bar though the embers fell first out of memory than the light of one's eyes. A bit of red ash falling in life before the eyeless grin of Ebrabbos underneath her wide brim hat and thick cloak. Long hair pours from under her hat to float past her shoulders as locks snake around her shoulders as to threaten by rising there. Though the eyes obscured beneath her hat their ill-defined shape inviting one to stare too close as they stared back. The cigarette in her mouth flared but never burnt down as she unpacked a box of wine from behind the counter.

"Careful now, " the tone lost about some unclear sarcasm, "There are so very many faces of regret that deep in a bottle of wine."

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Stone and Boyle were now separated. Boyle was now at the side of Ulrich beginning to get comfortable in this soft velvet chair. A wide grin as his shark like mouth slowly blended back into a row of normal teeth. "Blimey! This is delux ain't it!?" He asked the other vampire. Before he began to speak again. "Look. The two of us are on a hunt. But not to cause trouble. Stones can be a bit violent. He comes from a violent times you know?" He told the other. "We are looking for a criminal. Or someone close to that."

Stones was at the bar. He drank half of the bottle and was surprised that the alcohol actually had some affect on him. THe huge man now turned to the stranger. He looked to her fancy hat. He nodded. "Good fashion." He told her at first. "We both know this is not wine."

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"I half think he's a bloody caveman sometimes. EH?" Boyle asked the other with a laugh.

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Stones Acute hearing picked that up. And without even missing a beat CHUCKED a rather dull tankard right at his noggin. Knocking the other mercenary over the chair. "Ah! Sorry! Sorry Stones! Common! Just a bit of fun!" He uttered

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Ulrich Paternosta hitched his pants and settled into a velvet chair himself. He listened close to Boyle. Ulrich asked, "Hunting who, or what? If'em any danger to the Hollow, best be on the hunt, too."

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Ulrich Paternosta shook his head as the tankard bounced. If the lady of the house was here she'd shit a brick.

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Stone and Boyle regathered back at the table. Stones standing there while Boyle got back up. Stones stood there as he handed the etching back to Boyle. The other vampire had been better at talking. Most times. Unless they wanted to frighten people. Stones was much better at that he felt.

Boyle handed the other a etching. An etching of a man done in charcoal. The likeness was very well done. Man in his forties, very long slant nose. Dark hair. Short cut. Very fierce looking eyes. "That is who we are looking for. And trust me he is dangerous anywhere we gather." He told the other Vampire.

"This shit gets powers. What does he do? Immediately what most shits start to do. Start to think he's a bloody god."

The visage was of a vampire in circles called Feastus. A Vampire that had started a sanguine cult installing him as their living deity. "But most of these shitheads don't try to bother the established covens... So we got the call."

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Ebbrabos curled her mouth as she took her cigarette in her hand for a deeper dark to focus on Stones, "Oh, some of it was wine when I started. I hate to waste product acquired after some fortunate... firings. Now, much of it is whine."

Cigarette to her lips never seemed to draw down but alit with an ember where keen ears found outcries for succor, "Thus Feastus destroying things to which he is not entitled? How interesting a pyre is ordered by the powers that be. Good thing hunters aren't the only ones who know how to burn."

An empty gaze deep enough to drown hope in looked very pointedly at Boyle as she took the cigarette out. A grey cloud breathed out with a sickly-sweet scent of meat and charcoal unmistakable to those that know it. Hat down toward the empty tankard.

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Ulrich Paternosta nodded and grunted. He didn't recognize the face, but had it memorized now. Those who thought they were untouchable were the most dangerous of all. The woman with the cigarette spoke up on the matter. Ulrich's ears perked.

"You know bou' this?" Ulrich spoke up across the bar to the Ebbrabos. He recognized her from around. She was from over at the vineyards. Ulrich didn't like the look of her, but what was he to say? His brow lowered. Things were getting out of hand around Aslund. Terrorists in Wing City, cultist leaders gone off the deep end. He shook his head.

"A threat this large? Huh. Sounds like my business if yer lookin' round these parts," Ulrich then said to Boyle and gave a hard nod.