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Radegast

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by RolePlayGateway, as played by Ottoman

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An empire of shapeshifters, the Erutins value their twin above all. Largely peaceful, they remain prepared for war.

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Deceased

So begins...

Radegast's Story

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Radegast shifting from his seat at the bar calmly, his lips turning slightly at the edges to reveal a smirk before one hand shifted to his temple. Short of fact, the Ancient carried no artifact with him, yet observance of another onlooker had provided him with more than enough interest in this area. Leaning back from his seat, the Ancient shifted one hand to his blade before a low whining caught his ears, his head quickly pivoting to triangulate the location of the noise.
"And now the search is on ... " He managed before disembarking his seat.

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Radegast flashed a set of violent eyes across the crowd. The Ancient stood at a rather imposing height, his marred and scathed armor giving little more to his sincerity to any who dare speak to him. Sinister dark hair ran the course of his skull, his features only enhanced by his snarl adorning his face as he continued to scan the bar. Stretching one palm, the Ancient caught sight of one particular person, a woman adorned in a simple hood and robe. Nothing much for the Fallen to suspect, but it could be something.
"Stay your hand, Deep. Let the fools bring the bounty to me ... " He murmured to himself calmly.

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Radegast continued to remain standing. His arms shifted across his bulky chest, augmented and bulwarked even more by the charred plate armor that was latched onto his torso. A throbbing pulse was driving the Fallen into a stupor, yet he remained adamant. Several seconds later, his eyes would fix to the woman standing from her seat, another male apprehensively following her. Clearing his mind, the Fallen grinned before embarking from the bar. Taking one more step, his hand shifted to the hilt of the blade sheathed at his side.

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#, as written by Ottoman
Another uneventful trip.

Everything here was quiet, this galaxy was a sterile one for excitement, not like his home - however one wished to take that statement. Only a fraction of this realm's denizens dared resist them, and those that did often didn't last the day when they decided upon such a course of action. The admiral had such little time for frivolities, considering his resume.

But he had presumed that a fleet of this size would have garnered a greater reaction, considering to whom it belonged. Not that he was arrogant in any sense - at least in any comprehensible sense now - but rather that he simply overestimated the capacity and capability of the Terrans and their supposed allies. It was the Coalition's MO, of course, to pledge themselves to someone and leave them flailing when the time came that such aid was truly required.

Only when it suited them.

The Yggdrasil dreadnought hung in the outer rim of the Sol system, escorted by several score of smaller kin, only deigning to approach after a thorough scan was completed, the titanic vessel approaching Terra with no particular haste, a cruiser and two escorts dropping from its belly to enter orbit about the sapphire orb.

A brief shuttle ride later yielded the arrival of a rather refined looking man, almost stereotypically Belkan in appearance, in the Wing City spaceport, accompanied by an escort rather small considering his position. A large entourage tended to upset things, he believed, and this trip was meant to be enjoyed.

After all, the admiral hadn't been around here for quite some time.

The place was in a state of chaos, not that he really cared, rather simply concerned that it might alarm the officers back on board the Stierburg, considering he knew how they liked to fret over his every little action. He could handle himself, after all, if he wished for a drink from the local watering hole.

After all, his name was Radegast.