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Thierri

A young Tiefling Tarocchi with a habit of swindling people in card games.

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

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People who are often involved in Origin, generally living there, doing business there, or such.

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Name: Thierri
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Known Languages: Common, Undercommon, Infernal

Personality Traits


A whole lot can be said about Thierri, but the fact he's opportunistic and selfish is just the tip of the iceberg. To top it off he's also greedy, criminal and arrogant. But at least they're not as bad due to intertwined habits of being persuasive as well.
Fair is fair though; Thierri does have some brighter sides within the darkness. He's amusing and adaptable in good amounts, it isn't all doom and gloom. He's also daring and reliable among true friends. Of course, he's also charming, gentle and exciting. Unfortunately, his greed and selfishness will never truly go away.

Personality Trait: I pocket anything unwatched that may be of value. I enjoy getting people to do things for me.
Ideal: I must learn to be good at as many things as possible.
Bond: I swindled someone dangerous and they are after me.
Flaw: I cannot resist swindling rich and powerful people.

Chaotic Neutral


Chaotic Neutral is called the “Anarchist” or “Free Spirit” alignment. A character of this alignment is an individualist who follows his or her own heart, and generally shirks rules and traditions. Although they promote the ideals of freedom, it is their own freedom that comes first. Good and Evil come second to their need to be free, and the only reliable thing about them is how totally unreliable they are. Chaotic Neutral characters are free-spirited and do not enjoy the unnecessary suffering of others, but if they join a team, it is because that team’s goals coincide with their own. They invariably resent taking orders and can be very selfish in their pursuit of personal goals. A Chaotic Neutral character does not have to be an aimless wanderer; they may have a specific goal in mind, but their methods of achieving that goal are often disorganized, unorthodox, or entirely unpredictable. Chaotic neutral is the best alignment you can be because it represents true freedom from both society’s restrictions and a do-gooder’s zeal. Chaotic neutral can be a dangerous alignment because it seeks to eliminate all authority, harmony, and order in society.

TRAIT STRUCTURE
• unreliable.
• independent.
• greedy.
• inconsistent.
• unpredictable.
• selfish.
• disorderly.
• anarchistic.
• self-centred.
• confusing.
• unfettered.
• free.
• individualistic.

GREED
Disloyalty, deliberate betrayal, or treason, especially for personal gain, for example through bribery. Scavenging and hoarding of materials or objects, theft and robbery, especially by means of violence, trickery, or manipulation of authority are all actions that may be inspired by greed.

PATIENCE
Forbearance and endurance through moderation. Resolving conflicts and injustice peacefully, as opposed to resorting to violence. Creating a sense of peaceful stability and community, rather than engendering suffering, hostility and antagonism.


Background



Thierri knows who both his parents are. Both parents were humans, their infernal heritage dormant until he came along. He grew up comfortably with his single mother and his four siblings after the death of his father at the hands of roadside bandits.

Siblings:
Older Brother: A lawful good Soldier. They are hostile towards him. Alive and quite successful.
Older Sister: A neutral Artisan or guild member. They are friendly towards him. Alive and quite successful
Older Sister: A neutral Academic. They are friendly towards him. Alive and well

He lived in an apartment in a modest town that, fortunately for him, was a society composed mostly of other mixed-species individuals. Tieflings, half-orcs, and other species that arose from the union of two different ones often found it difficult to find their place in the societies with which they shared blood. So, instead of living lives as permanent pariahs, a handful of families decided to create a community isolated from those who shunned them. He always found it easy to make Friends because of his charisma and socialibility, and loved being around people. He became a charlatan because he often got in trouble, but he managed to talk his way out of it every time. It wasn't long until a local swindler spotted Thierri's talent for manipulating people, and decided to take him under his wing. He became a Tarocchi because his immediate family never spoke of his ancestors, and when he asked, they would change the subject. It wasn't until he started displaying strange talents that the full truth of his heritage came out. He learned that one of his ancestors was sired by one of the Lords of Nine and as such, he was their descendant. This gave him access to potent magics that manifested themselves in the form of casting spells through the first deck of cards ever given to him.

Thierri took to the life of a charlatan as if he was born to do it. He learned everything from careful observance and practice; however, he took quite a few beatings on the path to mastering his craft. One day, Thierri pulled a grand con on a wealthy businessman in his hometown. Unbeknownst to him, however, this businessman's dealings were far from the straight-and-narrow. He was actually deeply rooted in the criminal underground. It wasn't long until a bounty was placed on Thierri's head, forcing him to flee from his home lest he be killed.

Charlatan You know how people tick and can tease out what they long for. With the right few questions you can read them like a book. You know what people want and what you can get by offering it to them. You are the master of a confidence game or hustle, or perhaps you are less directly involved in deceiving others and use your eye for detail to create convincing duplicates or replicas of official documents. However you operate, you are not who you appear to be.

Tool Proficiences: Forgery kit

Feature: False Identity. You have created a false identity complete with supporting documents, disguise, and acquaintances. You can attempt to gain access to restricted areas and people with this false identity.

So begins...

Thierri's Story

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The roars of a feverish crowd pounded Thierri’s eardrums as he moved toward his seat. These were the cries and hollers of a people who had gathered in Kelark’s Arena for one reason: to set aside whatever responsibilities and troubles they had outside of this place’s walls so that they could better revel in a spectacle of unadulterated brutality. The capacity of “ordinary folk” to enjoy – and even engage in – violence often surprised people with whom he spoke but that was only because they often deliberately sheltered themselves from their own nature. Thierri knew better. He had spent the better part of his childhood living in Wraeyoln's underbelly, learning the charlatan's trade so he could swindle the poor saps living in the more affluent regions of the city of their riches. More than one run in with an unhappy victim proved to him that people were capable of violence regardless of how many books they'd read or how much gold was in their coffers.

After taking a bite of the roasted animal (which looked like a rodent of some sort) that he held on a stick, he affixed his gaze on the arena floor to get a glimpse of the action below. The arena itself was a large circular, sand covered, open air coliseum. There was a large iron grate in the center that presumably led to the sewers below. Standing amidst the bloodstained ground was an older Duergar wielding a large, spiked mace. His gray skin was covered in scuff marks and small cuts that he'd sustained in the battle with the creature across from him. With proportions that rivaled the average bear, this armored monstrosity easily dwarfed (shameless pun) the tiny warrior. Thierri likely would have felt pity for him if he didn't know who this man was: Higim the Fearless. Tales of this man's prowess had yet to cement themselves into the minds of Wraeyoln's arena fanatics because he was a fairly new fighter. However, Thierri frequented these events, and he had caught one of Higim's previous bouts. He was not to be underestimated.

So, he took his seat and quietly watched, keeping an eye out for anyone he could get to take a bet.

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Suddenly, as Theirri was looking around for that mark he could get to take his bet, two figures emerged from the entrance located a bit behind his seat. A white haired boy with ruby eyes walked forward in a bit of a gloom. His body looked small and thin, though if one was to examine his facial features they might realize he was older then his height would imply. It looked like he had been under tough times just lately.

"Move it brat".

Behind him was an older man. He was much bigger then the boy, and was extremely muscular. And anyone with a keen eye could tell those were not for show. He was bossing the boy around even, and looked full of himself.

"Why...why can't you just..."

"Stop complaining boy. This is just how life works. And remember, if you win this bet you can pay me off and be on your way...but if you lose, you are mine. Forever".

Iviri was the name of the boy that was being victimized right now. He was just heading to his latest home and dodging security cameras, when for some reason this man came out of nowhere with his car. And it was right at a time when Iviri was about to cross the street. Iviri barely tapped it, yet suddenly now there was some huge scratch mark left there and he was trying to force Iviri to pay it.

If Iviri was a normal boy he would just go to the police, but this man seemed to realize Iviri was avoiding attention. Which is why he made Iviri, pretty much forcing him, to agree to the deal of paying this man off by winning at gambling, or becoming his Life Servant...basically a slave, in exchange for him not reporting this to the police along with Iviri's face. And notably, there is a Barcode right there under Iviri's left eye that if scanned would expose his secrets and cause all sorts of bad people who are after him to know where he is.

But the man seemed to have an evil glint in his eyes when Iviri was not looking. "...that is, if you can win at all..."

And Iviri, who analyzed the two opponents immediately knew who to bet on.

"The warrior Higim will win".

He said that calmly and proudly, with no doubt in his voice. He took out a device and submitted his bet, suddenly the timidness was gone as if a switch was flipped and he seemed cool and certain.

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In stark contrast to the rest of the crowd, Thierri sat in silence as he watched Higim and the reptilian-esque creature duke it out in the center of the arena. The creature lowered its head toward the ground, its large, spike laden shoulders jutting upward as it prepared to charge. The gray-skinned warrior gritted his teeth as the cocktail of anger and adrenaline brewed in his gut. He leaned forward with a chilling battle cry that was even louder than the collective shouts and cheers of the spectators around him. The beast charged. Just when it seemed like the burly duergar was going to be trampled and mauled by it, he vanished from sight! The coliseum fell mostly silent at this point as everyone watched with suspensful glares. The creature skidded to a halt. It turned, trying to get a sense of where Higim had disappeared to so it could have another go at ripping him to shreds. And then, everyone heard it. A sickening crunch echoed throughout the arena just after Higim reappeared with his hammer in mid-swing.

The reinforced Dwarven steel slammed against the creature's left front leg, hitting the main joint at an angle that forced it into an unnatural shape. It was broken. And with a snarl provoked by the sudden pain shooting into its injured leg, the beast lunged forward to take a bite out of Higim's shoulder. Although the man was old, his reflexes were sharp thanks to years of martial training. He peddled backward, nearly losing his footing in the process, and swung his hammer sideways to land another blow on the monster's jaw. It reeled backward in pain again. That would make it think twice before attacking so recklessly again.

Higim's face wrinkled with malice as he stared the creature down. "Come on then! Is that all you've got?!" he shouted, trails of froth trickling from the corners of his mouth and onto his beard.

Meanwhile, Thierri finished his snack and decided he'd need a goblet of ale to help wash it all down, so he rose from his sit and headed to the nearest concession area. While on the way, he fetched his favorite pipe from his coat pocket and plopped it into his mouth. It was made of oak, and already packed with some of the finest smoke he had: Eichridel -- ground leaves of the Eichridel plant. He lit the plant matter within the pipe by snapping his finger near the chamber. While he was doing this, he didn't notice the silver-haired boy and the larger man standing behind him, the latter of whom he walked straight into after he lowered the pipe from his mouth.

"Jesus. Who put this wall here?" he muttered to himself as he stumbled backward. "Pick a better place to stand next time, big fella." said Thierri.

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As the battle went forward, the man who stood menacingly behind Iviri was only wondering just how much money he could get from the boy. His eye, actually a cybernetic replacement he ordered from a specialist offworld, was already aware just who Iviri was. Actually, the Barcode imprinted on his face was quite easy to read. Supposedly all someone needed to do was scan it, but not only could someone take a picture of his face for it to bring up all the data on Iviri, the camera itself could just hover over it to get the data.

It seemed like there was some limitation, a simple security camera itself would not be able to pull the data up. But anything that had a camera and computers directly attached, with wireless uplink? That could get all the data they wanted on Iviri. There were medical records, photos and videos of his body and the experiments done to it. His powers and abilities. All were so easily listed.

That was how he knew he could really get a ton of money for this kid. And he had yet to lie to him in truth. But he was seriously twisting his words to avoid the discover that he had already gotten people in position to make sure this was a losing bet, even if that warrior had to die to do so. Yes, this was all a big bloody con so he could get his hands on a prize that was had worth in the billions.

He was fully prepared for Iviri to become his.

And then, some...twerp...ends up running into him, and breaking his line of thought and the fun thoughts going through his imagination.

"Oi, brat! If you are done watching your losing fight by now, how about you be a good boy and tell this man to shove off?"

However, when he looked up the warrior was still standing bravely and proudly.

"I have not lost the bet yet. Hey, mister? Care to make a bet with me?"

Althought it sounded like a normal, innocent boy's voice at first, if one had seriously significant experience they might sense something laying underneath. There was rage, but that was not all. If one had to give it a word, perhaps it would be venomous.

"I bet one hundred bucks that the man who is being rude to you right now passes out from fear before the next fight starts".

There was an innocent smile on his face, but unfortunately for that man he had no idea about Iviri's personality or tactical mind. Or that the moment Iviri realized this was a far more complex extortion then he realized, his switch got flipped. The Iviri in front of them right now might look like an innocent, weak white haired ruby eyed boy, but he was like a viper that already had it's prey.

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Losing fight? What battle is he watching? Thierri thought to himself as he dusted himself off. He popped the pipe back into his mouth to take a few puffs. As small plumes of smoke drifted upward from the pipe's chamber and coalesced with a larger pall exhaled from his nose, an acrid scent likely crept into the noses of the man and younger child ahead of him. Thierri gave the duo one long look as he puffed away. The judgmental expression on his face was hard to miss.

"This your kid? This isn't the appropriate setting for a child, you know." He didn't actually care about this kind of thing, of course. It was simply an attempt to get under the man's skin - to see how he'd react. "And another thing: what kind of self-respecting man asks a child to speak for him? Seems rather craven, don't you think?"

He took another drag and blew the smoke right into the man's face. Then, he affixed his gaze to the boy who approached him with a wager. There was something odd about him but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"And what do you know about making bets, little one?"

It was quite the odd wager, especially because it seemed completely out of the blue. The man appeared to be in pristine health. No one would make that bet unless they knew something that the other party didn't. That's exactly what he would do. This was a con.

"I'm going to have to pass on that one. Although if the big guy here wants to make a bet on the battle below, I'd be more than happy to start a pot."

He glanced to the hulking man again with a sly grin on his face. All the while, his tail licked aimlessly behind him as he conversed with them. Thierri made sure to remain perceptive to any details about the two of them that could prove useful in the near future. He was quite good at picking up on small details and using them to his advantage and he intended to do the same thing here if he could.

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"Since he wont admit it, allow me to let you in on his plan" Iviri told him directly, calmly and childishly...but the way he spoke, even if it sounded childish, felt like there was some malice to it. "This man you see, on purposely set something up to try and frame me for something, and then forced me into this to pay my debt one way or another, threatening to call some reeaaallllyy bad people if I didn't comply...though it seems like there seems to be an issue with cell service right now, he actually set this whole thing up as a con".

The man's face contorted as Iviri spoke. Although it seemed like one act was gone, no longer acting timid or weak, a new act was in place...explaining just enough to make the man hang, but holding back just enough to make it difficult to flip the conversation back on him. Making sure no matter what, no blame would go on him and would only go on the man who threatened Iviri.

"Yeah....he thinks he is so clever. I bet he doesn't have faith in anything, just cowardly making me take all the bets because he is too afraid to make one himself. That he has no confidence in his own plans".

"Fu...fuck you, you brat! Fine! I will bet one thousand the warrior dies then, so that when I win you shut up!"

Iviri didn't bother to correct him on the fact that regardless of bets, it would not change the final outcome. Well, cheating might. It seemed like this man intended to have Iviri choose, and then have his accomplices do something in secret to alter the outcome. But, this guy even knowing Iviri's abilities had failed to account for a possibility.

"Replica?"

"Cheaters neutralized. Victory guaranteed. I confirmed your analysis. That big monster...it is not good enough to defeat the warrior".


Iviri intended to terrorize this man further. If it was just him that he was targeting, Iviri might not have gotten this bothered over a con and just walked away. But, the man had intended to harm others just to get his way.

That was what caused Iviri's switch to flip despite it being outside of combat. Simply put, Iviri was pissed that this man had involved unrelated people in this.

So yeah, he was willing to help this stranger win some bets if it meant destroying this man even further.

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Thierri was surprised by the sudden confidence with which Iviri spoke. He had seemed somewhat timid and non-confrontational at first but now his tone seemed somewhat scathing. The sudden change was a little odd to him; however, Thierri listened intently as the boy gave his explanation. It appeared that this whole thing was a con indeed; however, it turned out to be a bigger deal than he thought. He figured this was just some basic ploy to score a sack of gold or two. While listening to Iviri's explanation, Thierri gave the man a condescending glare as if to say, "Nice try."

"Well I admire a good con, so I have to commend you on your effort. Next time, take care to choose a better mark."

He took another hit of his pipe and waited for the man to say something. He looked pissed and embarrassed, for good reason. When the man announced his bet, Thierri's eyes widened and an even bigger grin than his previous one appeared on his face. "Now we're talking. Things are about to get interesting." Thierri answered with a gleeful element to his voice, "I meet your one thousand gold and offer another side wager: Fifteen-hundred gold coins says the Duergar will rip that ugly creature in two to finish the fight."

To ensure that the man knew he was serious, Thierri fetched a large leather sack from his pouch. Both Iviri and the man could tell that the sack looked heavy.

"Come on. You're good for it, right?"

Meanwhile, the cheers of the crowd swelled for a moment as a scuffle broke out somewhere behind them. Two men, one quite larger than the other, stood facing each other in the middle of the stone aisle beneath the spectators' feet. They exchanged a few harsh words before eventually coming to blows. This created mixed reactions in the people around them. Some happily welcomed the unexpected bout, eager to get even more than what their money guaranteed. Others were not so happy. However, they all took a few steps backward to give the men some space as they duked it out.

"You two! Break it up immediately!" shouted one of the arena guards as they rushed over to apprehend the two drunken brawlers. The men seemed wholly indifferent to their commands.

Thierri watched them fight, chuckling to himself. "Leave it to fresh booze and the electrifying atmosphere of a sanctioned fight to addle one's mind."

The guards, sporting staffs with metallic prongs fastened to their ends, subdued the two men with several electric shocks that forced the men into mouth gurgling, muscle seizing submission.

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Stopping off on this planet had seemed like a good idea at the time, it put a bit of distance between her and the last port of call. Especially after that more recent run in with the Aschen and their privateers. "Specter.." Rei said quietly addressing the AI on her ship that currently sat up in orbit around Origin. "Yes mistress?" The AI replied, almost instantaneously. A small microphone hidden in the coms link worn over the woman's right ear had picked it up and transmitted them back to the ship where the alpha-level sim sat waiting. "Tell me again what the odds on this fight were." She replied before taking a swig of ale from her mug. "One moment, calculating." Specter replied cheerily.

Looking at the pale liquid, Rei considered it for a moment while she waited. It wasn't the tastiest thing ever, but it was wet and it was alcoholic. "Odds are currently 9 to 1, with a 90% plus chance of the humanoid winning, with a confidence of 100%." Specter informed Rei, who considered what the AI had just said. The betting odds were pretty good it seemed, but the goods didn't seem to be worth it to her. "Pass. Find me something better." She commented as she watched the fist fight not far below. 'There's probably something here that the arena doesn't take a cut in. Just where is the question...' Rei thought to herself making note that guards should be avoided at all costs. She wasn't so sure she was ready to be turned into writhing, squealing and gurgling mass.

However dangerous risking the ire of the guards may be, she'd become bored. Especially as the lack of cargo and clients, along with her funds dwindled. Rei had figured that it'd be easy enough to make some quick cash at the arena, at least enough to pay her dock fees. But as fight after fight drew on, she found herself loosing interest and considering other avenues. Sighing, she began to think that she may well and truly be stuck there on Origin for some time to come.

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As the event carried on, several guards made their rounds patrolling the arena. This way they could keep an eye out for people trying to cheat or start fights, as the two drunken men had done moments earlier. As for the former, the guards couldn't simply rely on their eyes and ears to get the job done, though. They carried with them small rectangular devices that allowed them to scan for not only the use of magic, but for sophisticated technology as well. It just so happened that as a guard passed by Rei's general location, her device picked something up.

"That's strange." she muttered to herself, tapping the screen a few times to make sure the thing was reading right. No change. She fiddled with the device for a few seconds to find the location from whence the signal came. Then, she locked her gaze on Rei.

"Hey you." She spoke loud enough for her voice to be heard over the clamor of their surroundings. "Let me have a word with you."

Although it was a request, it sounded more like a demand.

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"Eh?" Rei said, slightly confused and surprised at the same time. "Uh.. no.. speking comon.." She said hoping that playing stupid and confused would reduce whatever trouble had found her this time. 'Time to cut our losses buddy..' Rei added sub-vocally to her AI. It seemed that the guards intended to at least inconvenience her, if not make her time there on Origin a bit worse than it already was.

"No understand." This was going to get ridiculous fast, and Rei really wished she was somewhere else. But the funds and availability to get out of the system was difficult to say the least. Now she was just going to have to talk fast, play stupid, and hope that the guards decided she wasn't worth dealing with.

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"Damn you! YOu...you all are in it together! Looking down on me! Of course I will take that bet!"

Iviri shrugged. This man had already lost. However...

"Then excuse me!"

Iviri collected all the winnings, and then looked back at the fight. Then he looked back at Thierri.

"Should I just give you this now? I mean, its obvious who is going to win. I was pissed at this guy, but...well, he is already past the threshold of sanity. I can't really do anything else to him without getting arrested I think".

Then, he noticed the commotion with the guards. He also saw the scanners, cursed a bit, and covered his own mark on his cheek with his hand. It occurred to him Thierri might have seen it also, but unless he had a scanner it would not detect the data that would come up. If the guards scanned him and got that data...it might alert anyone hunting him to where he was, and he could not afford that.

He looked back to the fight, hoping to be done with this man...maybe, just maybe, since he helped Thierri make all that money he could stick around him for a bit and hope to avoid the guards that way, since it would be extremely hard on him if he had to deal with the guards.

"So, mister. You come here often? Is this the typical fight, or...is there usually closer of odds?"

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The guard looked at Rei with a quizzical expression at first when she began to speak. It initially seemed as if her attempt to feign confusion was going to work, but in any hopes of that vanished when the guard stepped forward to grab her arm. "Nice try. You're coming with me." she said sharply. It didn't take long for one of the other guards near by to notice this. The armored man began to approach from Rei's right. If she succeeded it grabbing Rei's arm, would attempt to pull her with the aid of the second guard through the crowd and toward a locked door on the wall nearest to them -- on their right. One couldn't be sure what exactly waited for them beyond that large wooden door with iron locks, but one thing was certain: it probably wasn't good.

"I'm sure we don't have to tell you, but using computers to calculate odds for fights in The Pit is illegal." the woman said as she looked back at Rei, the features of her cinnamon-brown face shaped into a cross expression.

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Thierri took one final hit of his pipe as he watched the man practically break down in front of him. It always amused him to see the strong, burly types lose their wits when things quickly spiralled out of their control. "Oh no. What happened to all that bravado you had a few minutes ago?" He gave a mocking pout. Then, he lifted the pipe to his mouth and extinguished it by dipping his tongue into the chamber. He paused for a moment and closed his eyes, visibly shuttering as his forked tongue soaked up the superheated ash. Then, he tucked the little object away.

True to his words, another eruption of cheers from the people around them signified that one of the combatants below had fallen. When they turned to see who it was, they saw the aged Higim the Braveless standing over the bisected corpse of the creature he had been fighting. It was a bloody mess; bone and steaming entrails lay scattered the man's feet as he beat his chest and bellowed once again, loud enough for everyone to hear. Thierri looked back to Iviri and the large man with a smug grin on his face.

"Seems like that's for the best, kid. Better to leave him to be tortured by whatever's running through his head right now." Thierri reached out to pluck the additional sacks of gold from the boy's hand, which he tucked away for safe keeping.

It didn't take him long to pick up on what was going on with the guards and some woman a few dozen feet to their left. Looks like it's going to be a busy night for them. And for me as well. Thierri also noticed Iviri's reaction to seeing the guards but he said nothing of it. "Hold that thought, kid. Business awaits." He winked at him before strutting over to intercept the guards wherever he could.

"Woah now." he said as he stepped forward, "What's going on here?" He raised his hands in a non-confrontational manner to show the guards that he meant no harm.

"None of your business, freak. Now move aside before we arrest you, too." said the male.

Thierri's eye twitched for a moment. A faint glow came from a small rectangular object wrapped in leather on his hip. It was subtle, but noticeable if someone was paying attention enough. Then, it faded. He had almost forgotten his current predicament because of the guard's insult. Not only was he living in a city wherein magically was heavily restricted, but he was a tiefling as well. Assaulting a couple of guards for running their mouths likely wouldn't work in his favor and he didn't want to skip towns again.

"I'm going to ignore that. Look. We're all having a good time here. Why ruin a good night by hassling yourself with filling out all the paperwork involved with arresting this one? Save yourself the trouble." Thierri managed to slip one of the guards a few pieces of gold without anyone looking to sweeten the deal. They looked at each other as they thought it over. They looked to Rei, mentioned something about not showing her face at the Arena again, and then walked away.

Thierri waited a while until the guards were out of audible range, then he addressed the woman who had nearly been arrested. "You owe me, you know." He looked back to Iviri and gestured for him to come over, assuming the man who had accompanied him didn't try to stop him or something.

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Rei swore under her breath, having not exactly expected scanners. "Bet? What? Crazy." She commented shaking here head and stepping away from the other woman. "Is not worth my time, and money. Entertaining maybes, not worth profit." Rei continued indignantly as she jerked her arm away from the guard. This situation couldn't possibly get any worse, but she hadn't exactly made it any better.

It was obvious that her Galactic Common wasn't the best, but when one spent most of the time alone on their own ship what could you expect? Besides which, the AI wasn't even programmed to speak Galactic Common at the moment. But in the mean time, she was going to deny even doing anything except standing there watching. "I saw.. the.. fists." Rei said motioning and referring to the earlier fist fight between two other patrons. "You broke up, I do not want same for me." She added. "I was asking AI on my ship when next window for exit is." Rei tried to explain motioning to the small silver device worn over her ear. "Is a new planet for me... weather is unknown." She finished with a shrug.

It was a half truth, but better than an outright lie. But, she didn't know their level of tech, just that they didn't like hers.

Scowling as the Theirri spoke with the guards, Rei considered this predicament even worse now. However, she was grateful that the guards soon left her alone, despite their insults. "Gladly. Planet is piece of shit.." Rei grumbled under her breath before turning her attention to the person who had spoken. "Owe you what? It was under control and they couldn't prove anything." She asked tersely, crossing her arms over her chest, debating on the quickest way out of the arena and back to her shuttle.

Things had become a little too hot, especially with the roaming lackies intent on assaulting everyone new.

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Iviri mostly watched from the sidelines as this went on. Even though the previous threat was gone, Iviri's personality was still the more combative side due to the lingering tension and presence of guards with scanners.

I mean, having a damn barcode imprinted on your face with technology and methods that made it difficult if not impossible to cover up in the first place already might draw attention, but scanning it would cause even greater problems for Iviri.

Once he made the gesture, Iviri went over but he heard a rumbling noise. It seemed a few others that were regular inhabitants of the planets recognized it as well, and began to head off somewhere. Iviri felt a bit of something hit his head, water. It was light, but it looked like a storm might be on the way.

"We should probably get going...well, I am not educated on the weather too much, but it doesn't look that close...I think?"

Unfortunately for Iviri, he was unfamiliar with the weather of Origin. Origin could have normal weather, but there were also times where the weather got really bad or strange. Some storms were even known to ground space ships and be particularly nasty. This phenomenon was known as Magus Weather, a type of weather that was mutated from mana. It was not magic itself, but warped due to unnatural conditions sometimes caused by the mana in the air.

Some were strange, some were actually harmless like the Rainbow Streams, a Magus Weather where streams of Rainbow light would flow throughout the area and would look breathtaking and stunning. But others were dangerous, and had enough force and danger that without certain specifications, it was even recommended not to fly starships during this weather just in case.

The dark clouds that Iviri saw, while he had no idea about it, was a Magus Weather known as Chain Lightning. Not only would it suck electrical power out of nearby technology in the area, from cell phones to ships to such, it would then strike around with that lightning. Of course, there were some preparations to avoid any harm from being inflicted but...it would only be effective by so much, so it was extremely recommended to have taken cover or get inside somewhere until the storm passed.

Of course, it was hard to tell how long it would take a Magus Weather to fully form and arrive, and they could last from days to just a few minutes. Maybe it would be a major factor today, or maybe a minor one? It was anyone's guess.

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Thierri chuckled at Rei's reply and shook his head. It appeared that they had two very different impressions of just how serious that situation was. "Trust me. It was far from under control." he stated matter-of-factly, "And don't think that these types need actual proof to convict you of something. That isn't how they operate."

He briefly shifted his gaze to Iviri as he approached. Based on what he could tell, he seemed more perturbed by Rei's run in with the guards than she was. It probably had something to do with the barcode on his face. Thierri recalled the boy mentioning the possibility of his blackmailer calling some "really bad people" earlier, so it was his guess that he was a criminal of some sort -- or perhaps a slave. Either way, there was something about him that was much darker than what one would expect from his appearance and demeanor. Something that could be used against him as leverage if need be.

As for Rei, she clearly wasn't a local. That had its advantages as well. All Thierri had to do was convince her that it was in her better interest to stick with him for the time being. He just needed an excuse. Then, the entire colisseum trembled. It wasn't terribly large but it did manage to get everyone's attention. A second, more violent shake came soon afterward. This was when people started to pour out of the colisseum. They weren't rushing per se but they did move with a mild sense of urgency that conveyed to the trio that it was time to leave. Thierri glanced up at the sky to see what was happening. Part of the sky looked as if it had been smeared with paint as a procession of black clouds rolled in from the north. Small chains of purple lightning streaked through the creeping mass of cumulonimbus clouds to add to the growing sense of foreboding that had seized Telark's Arena.

"Time to go." said Thierri in a hushed, somewhat worried tone. "I've recently come into the possession of a place where we can take shelter until the storm blows over. Things are about to get pretty hellish, so I suggest you both accept my offer."

That was the last thing he said before he turned to leave. He wasn't about to wait around to chat with the two of them. If they followed, Thierri would lead them to the long, narrow alleyway a block away from the Arena. His pace had quickened at this point and he kept looking over his shoulder to ensure that no one else (other than those he intended) had followed him. Fastened into the damp stone was a burnished handle and what appeared to be a small runic circle just above and to the left of it. Thierri promptly placed his hand against the circle, causing the runes to glow with a faint blue light for a few seconds. There was an audible click akin to a door being unlocked; then, the light faded.

Thierri turned the handle and stepped forward, causing the door that had been cleverly disguised as stone to swing inward. If they had indeed chosen to follow, they would enter a large dining hall with a fireplace to the left. There was a door on the opposite wall that had been barricaded with a bookshelf, an overturned table, and several wooden chairs. There was another closed door to the far right. The room was dusty but comfortably furnished with stuffed chairs, bookshelves, and several unremarkable paintings. Set into the center of every wall, 5 feet high, there was a dark orb about the size of a melon. To their immediate right, there was a lever set into the wall surrounded by runes of a similar appearance to the one scene on the door. The ceiling was a concave glass dome that magically reflected the weather outside.

Another thing that they would notice was that there was a small humanoid sleeping on a blanket in front of the unlit fireplace. Of course, this was assuming that Rei and Iviri had chosen to follow him. If they hadn't, they would simply see the man disappear into the crowd of people exiting the colisseum.

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Rei frowned as the first tremor rumbled it's way through the colosseum, initially she thought it might be some form of seismic activity, but as the second rumble made it's way through the structure again she began to have her doubts. "There are other ways to deal with those sorts of monkeys.. but I really don't find myself desiring to add to the price on my head at the moment." Rei grumbled. She had her reasons for hiding out on Origin, mostly it was because she was running low on funds and the planet looked like it was semi backwater. At least enough so that once she did leave, people like the Aschen wouldn't immediately come looking for her ship. "Specter, is there actually any risk to this weather?" Rei then asked the A.I. that was tethered to her through her ship's aether links. Waiting a few minutes for a response, she looked over at Iviri, briefly wondering where they had come from and what interest was she or rather her discussion to them.

"No response.." She mumbled with a frown. The electrical storm or whatever it was was obviously shorting out the link to the ship. Rei had had it happen before, as it was old technology. Aether links weren't always that durable in some extreme conditions, and could be touch and go depending on how well you were able to maintain the link; Ghost Dance was old, and it's systems were practically dinosaurs compared to most ships now. However, it had it's own charms that Rei was more than happy to explain.. for the right price.

Sighing she saw that she had no choice but to follow Theirri through the strange and narrow alleyways near the colosseum. After a series of confusing twists and turns, she found herself in an equally strange room that appeared to be already well occupied. "I was going to ask.. what's the deal with that weather out there? What makes it so dangerous other than maybe the lightening?"

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As Therri told them about how it was going to get hellish, Iviri looked with a confused look. He was still not used to Origin's weather, after all, so he had no idea what they might be in for.

"Wait, why, what is it? Isn't this just a nor...mal....oh..."

As Iviri began to speak, he noticed it was already starting to rain, and it was rapidly getting heavy. They were pretty much getting drenched. But that was not all. A moment ago, Iviri looked and it did not look like a full case of stormclouds. Now however, it was rapidly approaching what had to be the largest storm he had ever seen. Therri, who was a local, might even furrow his brows at such a large storm.

"You know what? I think I will come with you. Also...Shield! Double!"

Iviri might not be used to Origin's weather, but he wasn't an idiot. He decided to go with Therri after seeing how large the storm got so quickly. Also, because his clothes were already getting soaked to the point of being annoying, he decided to use his Shield power...as an umbrella. It seemed silly, but he would rather not have his clothes take forever to dry.

"Whatever it is, it formed faster then any storm I ever saw before..."

Of course, Iviri had not seen many storms form in general, but there was no need to bring that up.

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Thierri noticed Rei inquiring to something named Specter before he left but the urgency with which he’d departed Kelark’s Arena prevented him from addressing it at that moment. She appeared as if she was talking to herself, which struck him as odd, so he decided to bring it up once they were safely inside his abode. First, though, he needed to take care of his soaking-wet clothes. He muttered a brief incantation while making an arcane gesture with his right hand and, suddenly, his clothes appeared to lighten as whatever wetness that had settled within the various fabrics escaped as a pale steam that disappeared soon afterward. “Much better.” He said to himself with a smile.

“Now then, what you all witnessed wasn’t a natural storm. One peculiar nuisance of this planet is that the weather has been ... augmented by the abundance of arcane energy that dwells within it.” Thierri explained. When Iviri made mention of how quickly the storm had formed, he nodded in agreement. “Not only does it form in no time at all, but it tends to wreak havoc on anything it passes over as well – especially technology that hasn’t been equipped with the appropriate magical wards.”

Thunder echoed from overhead shortly after another bolt of discolored lightning streaked across the glass ceiling high above them. The shadowy silhouette of the unidentified humanoid began to stir as the sounds of their voices and the thunder echoed throughout the main hall. “What is that racket?” the creature muttered to itself with a groan best known to those who’d been prematurely pulled from a deep slumber. It was hard to make out its features in the dim light provided by the storm, but that problem resolved itself when the creature shuffled over to throw the lever to their right. The orbs embedded in the walls around them began to glow with a soft, neutral light that illuminated the room and a cheery fire suddenly sprang into being in the fireplace.

With more appropriate lightning, the trio could better make out the appearance of the room and the creature that had been sleeping within it. The gray human was small and unimposing in stature, noticeably shorter than any of them. He was of indeterminate species, with lumpy and pathetic features, and a brow framed with wispy white hair that seemed permanently creased with concern. The creature was dressed in livery that likely was once fine but has since been worn nearly to pieces. The impish figure stumbled backward in surprise upon seeing the three of them.

“Oh! Dear. I wasn’t expecting visitors. My apologies for the mess.” He said while nervously rubbing his hands together. Then, he bowed, and muttered a welcome to “the manor.”

Thierri looked just as confused as the others quite possibly did. That confusion quickly gave way to genuine amusement as he laughed aloud, “Holy shit. A butler. He never told me that I’d be getting a butler as part of the deal.”

He turned to Rei and Iviri to explain to them what he meant. "Okay. Truth is: I've never actually been into this place until today. I won it from some shmuck in a game of dice, so this is all new to me."

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"Me neither, and the storms off Tangerine Dream can destroy an entire frigate." Rei said shaking her head in agreement with Iviri. Half the problem with Tangerine Dream was it was a large planet, and it had a reputation for being a gravity well due to it's large size. Anyone crazy enough to risk it and it's atmosphere full of storms tended to get what they deserved.

"So.. you mean to say that this entire planet sort of magical bomb?" She asked turning her attention back to what Thierri was saying. "There goes my shuttle... great." That meant she was more than just stuck because of money, that meant she was essentially stranded on a planet ruled by magic. Though, when she thought about it, it had potential. Few if any would come looking for her and she would eventually be able to catch a ride out with someone sooner or later. Sighing, she ran her hand through her hair trying to figure out what she would need to do next.

While light and fire sprang to life, Rei realized that there was something about Origin and it's magic that made her deeply uncomfortable, and she wasn't sure why. Despite this discomfort, she would have to do the best with what she had until she could leave. "Wait.. what do you mean you've never been to this place?! For all we know you could have... I don't know.. gotten us killed. I'm almost wishing I took those guards over this."

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"Bah! Why does it keep changing direction!" Iviri complained as he continued to adjust his shield, which looked like a translucent lime green hexagon panel, until they finally made it closer to the abode. He was using his shield to keep forth most of the water, but the storm increased in severity so quickly the wind kept changing direction and by the time they got inside, he was soaked himself. And unfortunately unlike the man, he had no way to dry his clothes...or even had a change of clothes, so unless he removed some of it he was going to be uncomfortable until he dried.

Unfortunately when he thought about changing clothes, he thought about one of his other powers...replacing his normal body temporarily with one made of a substance called Trion, but it was too late for that. Sure, he could use it now...but not only did it take energy, his original body would be perfectly preserved so it wouldn't dry.

And plus, there was a reason he was not nervous right now. Although it was called a "Combat Switch" by the scientists, in truth it could flip if he was just really angry or in any situation he thought was dangerous...although usually he had to have some idea of what the danger was.

And although this man had helped him do some fun things, and vengeful things, Iviri was not entirely sure the man wouldn't sell him out. He did explain more about the weather though. Although it wasn't entirely something he wanted, Iviri had nothing else to do in that lab but make sense of what the scientists said so he picked up some things.

"It sounds less like a bomb, and more like...its a leak maybe? If it was like this whenever there would be rain, or if the planet was threatening to explode from some magic, then people couldn't or wouldn't live here. But at least it seems like the buildings are well built..."

Iviri looked around, and then something finally registered with him as the butler arrived.

"...hold on, you won this place? In a game of dice? Or rather, someone bet an entire mansion, with a butler, on a game of dice? A mansion we now cant leave because of the weather, and hopefully just the weather, which for all we know could be filled with anything? While I am in wet clothes?"

Although the last part was mostly just a him issue, everything else was something he thought they should all be deeply concerned with.

"I really hope this place isn't haunted, or some high tech AI house programmed to kill anyone who enters, or anything...should we check the lock on the front door, to be safe?"

Iviri had escaped one prison, he was not entirely enthusiastic by being trapped inside another. He took out his phone to try and call his brothers, but there was no signal.

And so he could not help but mumble something to himself. "...I really hope I did not need to watch any horror movies to survive this. Or better yet, that its all just me overestimating everything..."