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Vale of Ayabal

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

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Vale of Ayabal

Name: Vale.
Gender: Male.
Age: Relatively young adult.
Race: Void-tainted Human.

Appearance:With relatively pale skin and slightly-discoloured hair, Vale has the look of a man who was raised away from civilization. His clothes, consisting of a possibly scavenged top, trousers and boots under a heavy, fur-lined cloak, are all well-worn and travelled. A necklace of blunted teeth sits around his neck around his waist a large, leather-clad black book stained partially with blood hangs by a thin chain at his side. Of his physical features, his slightly orange eyes are the most noteworthy.

Personality: Vale is a believer in natural selection and power over weakness. Though some would consider him a "dark mage", Vale doesn't consider himself necessarily evil and instead prefers to avoid being associated with alignment. He can, however, be something of a bastard.

Abilities and Equipment: Sometimes known as Vale of the Hex, Vale's powers include a vast knowledge of curses, hexes and dark magics; many of which were learned by him through his primary equipment: the large book of dark arts known as the Lexicanum Maledictionem. Given to him by his adoptive mother, Ayabal, Vale has spent most of his years mastering the spells of the Lexicanum through difficult physical and mental training. Aside from just being a mage, Vale's training includes physical combat with both the hand and the sword and various spells of the Lexicanum can augment physical abilities in times of peril.

History:As a babe, Vale was abandoned in the depths of the ruined city of Ayabal, named for the Spider Queen of Nightmares who resides there. How he got there is unknown, but Ayabal took pity on the child just as much as she saw opportunity and raised him as her own. As he grew and as Ayabal continued spinning her webs of nightmares to terrorize the surrounding lands, the void began to taint Vale and turned him into more than a simple human; but a man more attuned to the dark arts, able to resist the creatures and corruption of the void.

Eventually, Vale took to leaving Ayabal in order to seek more. His name became relatively well known in the various magical organizations over the next few years, but Vale has always been as hard to find as he is powerful and unpredictable.

So begins...

Vale of Ayabal's Story

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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Asheking Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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#, as written by Nevan
The air around the infamous Vale of Ayabal would feel strange; as though tainted to it's core by the inescapable, inevitable void as he made his way into the bar with a slight smile on his face. The bar certainly seemed the perfect place to sit and relax for an hour or two, something Vale rarely got to do those days without trouble finding him. Gambit's, however, had a famously strict and effective system of security and as such the man whose name was almost synonymous with trouble could find himself relaxing without it.

"Ahh, it's nice to get away for a while, isn't it?" He asked no-one, seemingly himself, as he found one of the empty booths and immediately made himself comfortable. "Ayabal can be such a chore sometimes, after all. Though I must say that it seems even the most stubborn and dangerous of its inhabitants seem to finally be growing accustomed to me. About time, I should say. Him? Of course not, I can't please everyone. Besides, I believe he declared war on mother. A foolish thing to do, but he and his gang are likely to kill me on sight right now. Hmm? No, I did not come here to get away from them! I'm no coward, you know."

A black book was chained to his waist; old and thick, with unspeakable words written upon it's cover in the script of a long forgotten language of the void.

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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Asheking Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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#, as written by Sordin
Valsaan moves over to one of the chairs and takes a seat, the thralls shambling into place behind him forming a half circle with one at his back and the other two at his sides, as various others come forward to talk to the mage he takes time to look them over, noting faces and equipment as if he is making a list in his head. As silence falls once more he speaks to Glendon again.

"Short on cash isn't a problem for me friend, necromancers get good at...recycling. In any case if you're desperate for a place to hold up until we start making money, my family owns a bit of land out on Terra and probably wouldn't mind housing us. Either way consider me in. Though I must add that I was not expecting such a warm welcome, necromancers aren't treated with a lot of respect in many places so I must thank you for that."

Having said all he needs to Valsaan steeples his fingers and goes back to observing those approaching Glendon and occasionally casting a glance around the bar to look at other patrons, the thralls at his side stay perfectly still, their eyes not flickering in their sockets.

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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Asheking Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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Glendon moved his head to look at the woman who spoke up on her ending at the table. He saw no magical aura not even the wisp of being around magic except for traces from the bar. His mind ran for a few seconds on the possibilities of what she could be or the type of help she was offering. He pursed his lips for a moment in hesitation before he finally decided on what he was about to say. The words were coming to form when another figured approached some stone monstrosity of a man. He began speaking seemingly invading the personal space of the woman that was beside him. His words were of funding and support in exchange for servitude, at least that was what Glendon had heard.

He watched as the diamond like coins bounced on the table. To him this was selling himself and possible guild mates into an even more dire situation then what the guild's mission was for. The mages demeanor was sour at the end of the talk and even beneath the hood of his robes his eyes let off a silver sheen that was unmistakable. The coins quickly rose suspended in there own little pockets of space. The pressure in those pockets rapidly grew to ten million times that of the atmosphere and continued to go up. The strain was evident on the sweating of the mages face, and his breathing. But the diamond coins turned into the dark gray material known as graphite. The newly changed coins hit the wooden table top chipping and leaving marks on the table as they hit. Glendons breathing grew more labored as the silver sheen went away. The stress of using such magic was evident on the fatigue of the man.

"I.... bow to no one. I doubt... any of these... good folks will either." With his breathing labored he still forced himself to stare back at the stone entity. He paused for a moment before taking a swig from the flask again.

"If you ma'am come with the same proposition you will meet equal resistance at least from me." Glendons breathing had slowed but he was able to talk without taking breaths between every few words.

He looked to the necromancer his thoughts turning to necromancers being shunned. This much was true. They took the dead and reanimated them at the cost of causing emotional and possibly physical distress in loved ones and the general populace. He waited to speak again gathering his energy once more from the feat he just took on knowing it would cost him more time to rest now.

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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Asheking Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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#, as written by Nevan
"Bow?" Vale asked, picking his head up and looking over towards the table of adventurers. He smiled; the void-tainted mage picking himself up and swaying across the room towards the table of Glendon and his allies, where he proceeded to give each of them a look of either intense interest or disgust, with no particular pattern of preference. "Is it normal to go into random taverns and invite people to join your empire? You know, if I owned this particular area, I would get quite angry. After all, would any of you wade into another country and begin handing out leaflets?"

He shook his head, making sure that when it stopped moving it was peering straight at Demigrem Demiarch. "What makes your empire so great anyway? I bet mine's better. The City-State of Ayabal! Rife with interesting and dangerous citizens and a Queen who is sure to make you wake up from your dreams sweating and terrified of spiders!"

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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Asheking Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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#, as written by duramon
The door of Gambit's would burst open as a bandaged being rammed through it, coming up in a roll as the door slammed shut behind him, sealing off what looked like utter chaos outside, as if a war waged behind his particular door. He stood up, left arm missing and dripping blood until a twisting red aura formed the outline of an arm, and the bandages wrapped around in turn until it seemed solid, the blood from the floor leaped up in droplets into his open palm and he cracked his neck tiredly. Lazarus had arrived in Gambit's, Tauvyr Tavern had become far less welcoming and he had heard there was always something interesting to hunt here, and so he had come, although by the looks of it he'd stumbled into more political nonesense.

The Vampire licked his palm clean and adjusted his cargo pants, troublesome as they were, and took a stand by the growing group, the sound of jangling chains ever present around him as he moved until he took a stand by the others, his eyes flashed through several colours, scanning each individual across various views until they settled back to their original glow, he bowed low and looked to the mage who seemed to head the group. His arm moved behind him and came out with an electronic pad that fizzed into translation, eventually settling into English "I pledge to you my services of the hunt, I see upon you your intent, until this service is done, I lend you my honour." It read, staying for a few moments to be read before fading out, he purposely ignored the existence of the political intrusion and his hunt-mates, he would learn of them during the ensuing battles, and of the other, he did not wish to know, he was tired of politics getting in the way of hunting.

So the pad was put behind the ludicrous growth of wild hair that flowed down his back in a tangled black mess and his bandaged hands came back around, a flash of red as his weapon came to rest in his hand, chains jangling from the huge throwing weapon as he rest it upon the ground and allowed himself to sit back in a relaxed poise, as if meditating for the oncoming hunt. His lack of social graces and explanation were not things he cared about, his last job hadn't worked out, and he hadn't fed in awhile, talking was not an option for the Vampire.

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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: LDA Agent Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Asheking Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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Whatever was going through Kathryn's mind as she watched the Mage react to her words, it wasn't revealed. Her mind was closed as she pondered her thoughts, and planned her next moves.

Her eyes almost immediately went to the large stone figure in the bar, as it sauntered up towards them. Giving her such little room, she made an effort to take two steps away from the stone figure. As she took these steps, her hand went to her jacket to wrap around a concealed disruptor pistol neatly holstered just under her breast and fixed close to her abdomen. The weapon was however holstered outside a kanvium vest she had been wearing under the white blouse.

Her green orbs narrowed slightly as the weapon was freed from it's holster, but it had not cleared her jacket yet. When his equipment intercepted the signal, Kat's phone vibrated seven short times indicating the signal was compromised. Almost automatically the phone switched frequencies, and the Deminaught was locked out of the phone's systems, and it's data was hashed to where only proprietary ciphers held by the LDA could decrypt.

Kat offered a smile before she turned to one of the Waiters, whom offered a subtle nod back. There was a nonverbal cue as he approached the group, drinks in hand.

"Can i get you anything?" He asked the group. "More Ale?"

While Glendon was focused on turning the coins into Graphite, Kat had her eyes on the Waiter.

"Frank, I need a Noah's boy in a blanket, two hen fruit wrecked on a shingle with a mystery in the alley, a warm Eve with a mouldy lid, and two checkerboards, alright? Oh yeah, hold the pig." Kat ordered, while the Waiter nodded.

"Coming right up!" Before he started back towards the Kitchens, and into the side alley.

Kat then brought her attention back to the stone soldier, and she made a face, her hand still in her jacket.

"Mind telling me what you're doing hacking into my phone?" She asked, before she pulled the device out and showed him the screen, red letters flashing on the phone saying "Signal compromised."

Pocketing the phone she turned back to Glendon.

"We can't have folks like this rock guy working for your organization... I don't think his intentions are in the right place, and this.. Demiarch Empire.. By the way this group of yours.. Tell me more." Kat said as she slid closer towards Glendon. "Your magic intrigues me."

"And I'm sure your Empire is just as backward and insignificant as his." Kat quipped back to Vale. "I'm not impressed." She said to both of them.

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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: LDA Agent Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Asheking Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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The Deminaught stood there watching as Glendon turn his coin to graphite. The Deminaught was not impressed by the transition of material and the stress it put on Glendon. A slight chuckle escaped from the Deminaught as Glendon spoke.

"I didn't ask you to bow. I simply made a proposition, a very healthy proposition. You have no money and are very weak. I offered something that would help with both...I'm sure these good people would like to know your personal vendetta that calls upon their lives and yet you offer them nothing in return."

A quick response was sent to Vale, "This is not your territory, and from the way you talk, your empire works through fear..Which is something the Demiarch Empire seems to lack... I will not tell you why the Demiarch Empire is so great, but I will tell you this, our people know peace. Our people know success. Our people have no need to stress or worry. The Demiarch Empire blesses the lands it enters with it's labor and power, allowing it's people to enjoy life instead of worry about food or money...To find out why it is so great, you will have to see for yourself.."

The Deminaught would then take his attention to the woman, watching her step away and stick her hand in her jacket. The Deminaught's right hand would slide back to his rifle that was slung over his shoulder. This was his way of letting the woman know that he could draw just as quick as she could.

After her rattling of orders that were obviously not food, he turned his face and smirked at her while she questioned about his tech intercepting her call, "Mind telling me why you were using references that military technology would pick up as 'Enemy Chatter'? Should I show these beings what the message was? Or should you and I go have a talk first?"

It wasn't even a moment later before he was drawn to speak again, "Lady, you speak as if you know me. I'm not the one who is so scared that I have to try and spy on a group of beings wanting to go on a quest...What is the name of the empire you serve? I'm sure it is a sad excuse of power gained by mechanical life and the suffering of many people..You do not know who the Demiarch Empire is, nor do you know who this beings empire is... You might find yourself one day begging for our help."

A buzz went off inside of the Deminaught's jacket. It was letting him know the signal from the phone had become encrypted and it was relaying the line to D.S.A. so they could begin working on encrypting the encryption, whether it would connect or not wasn't the issue, but creating a Rosetta Stone for the Demiarch Empire to use to understand the Aschen communication coding.

The Deminaught would turn around, leaving the group now. He did not want caught up in the situation. He was able to inform Glendon of his presence through the questioning of Kat. He returned to the bar, grabbing the napkin that had been written on by Norrington.

The Deminaught would holler for Norrington and when the cat creature returned to him, he asked, "What's this?"

A buzz went off again in the Deminaught's jacket again, this time he would pull it out. When the Deminaught pulled the stone back out of his pocket, he placed it on the counter. The stone opened back up to it's tablet like manner, showing an incoming message from local forces in the surrounding area. The line was highly encrypted, denying anyone but himself access to it.

The message would read, "You need to remove yourself from the current location. Return to base and make sure you are not followed.."

The Deminaught frowned as he closed up the stone tablet and placed it back within his jacket. He would shift his hand within his jacket and release the strap over his pistol within the left side of coat. He would then stuff the napkin into his pants pocket, grabbing his BN rifle in his hands, ready to fire in a split notice.

The Deminaught rushed out the main entrance, making sure to step into the open and place himself into the flow of humans and aliens. Hiding in the crowd of people moving through the streets and sidewalks, it would make him a hard target to spot. Now all he had left to do was make sure that he wasn't being followed.

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Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: LDA Agent Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Asheking Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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#, as written by Nevan
Vale let out a hefty sigh. "I was being jokingly sarcastic. My empire doesn't even exist," he mumbled, sliding back into his booth and sitting down as though let down. "I guess now have come the days where empires are so common even men like me are taken seriously when I claim to run one."

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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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At the early request of Glendon, Ashe had seated himself with his back opposite to the wall, his armor making tiny scraping sounds as he came down. As he did the diminutive squall of half-drunken banter continued to play in the background as peasants threw down their liquor and maids rushed to serve the next party. Ashe heard everything, his senses like a network of invisible tentacles catching and separating all the noises that surrounded him.

Sitting down he noticed that a dark figure shrouded in darkness had seated himself across from him, and almost immediately Ashe felt the haunting rattling of a dark memory course through him. Remnants of the day when he was brought back from the unknown, the day his soul was ensnared by an evil so dark that it made him tremble, in that instance grabbed him by his nerves and shook his entire being. Yet, his outward poise never once faltered nor did his hands shiver as they once did, for as much as that fear that was brought by that memory only made his mind tremble, Ashe would never under any circumstances display weakness to others - much less in front of his new employer.

The darkness that oozed through his armor, Ashe wondered, if the figure across from could feel it. For it was a necromancer that brought him to life and now, it seemed, he was to be partnered with one. Ashe had hardly any fears, or nerves for that matter and yet to be partnered with a necromancer was something he didn't particularly favor.

And so, the body of armor remained still.

Ashe kept track of the things that were happening in front of him. All of which remained trivial until Glendon had appeared to stagger in his speech, at lost of breath after performing a spell. Without speaking Ashe raised himself and took Glendon by the hand and offered his chair to him.


At another occurrence there there was a trio of strangers talking of things that Ashe didn't find particularly interesting. State, power and money, all of which Ashe had no desire to attain seemed to be the flavor of the day.

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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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Glendon accepted Asheking's help readily as he took his seat drinking once more from his flask. The container never seemed to dry out or maybe that's what the wizard wanted everyone to think. When the noise of the talking and the stone man had gone Glendon started his speaking once more.

"If everyone gathered here has the intent of being apart of this Guild in a manner of speaking. I feel a few things to discuss first since introductions for the most part have been made. Firstly the oath we will all take myself included in this. This oath will be magically and physically binding in nature, we will be bonded by both blood and magic even if we lack magic ourselves or blood in the case of some of us. The ritual will do two things. One we will be able to tell the location of any member of the guild at any point in time. Two if a member of the guild wishes to leave with ill intentions or plans on plotting against us I will have the power to scramble or simply erase the mind or parts of it. If this poses a problem to anyone please speak up."

Glendon looked around at the table now including Vale who had walked up as well, he spoke again before any interjections could be made.

"Now if this poses a problem to anyone so be it but those are my terms and I will not change them in the slightest. But by allowing each other in especially myself we can possibly catch glimpses of the other person either subconsciously or while we sleep. I would also like to address the needs of any of our members." Glendon paused for a moment his eyes quickly darting to the side to look at Asheking.

He didn't know if now or later would be the best time to address the plan he would like to implement but throwing the idea out there and seeing how everyone would take it and if the party the experiment would be ran on would be willing to participate.

"Asheking yourself is a soul bound to armor with dark magic or at most a ghostly specter. Would you be up to the possibility of bounding your soul to a physical human form of your older body? The only issue is finding someone with the knowledge and expertise in such a field, but we could put some time into it if you would like us to." Glendon was cheery now more so then before. He looked at the possibilities set out before him and he saw a limitless field of exploration and growth.

This was to be a legacy for every member that would live on etched into the land and the history of this planet and possibly many others. Glendon now sat quietly watching the others his flask returned to his case.

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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Asheking Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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"My soul, whether bound to a physical form or not, is shackled to an eternal living ruled by neither life nor death," said Ashe to Glendon in a deadpan voice, " it is a purgatory that I have grown accustomed to."

Now Ashe became silent. Though Glendon's words were kind, he had already sought a power that could release him from his abyss. He came in contact with mages, witches and even priests who presumed they had the power to free him, but neither of them knew how hard the chains were that coiled and restrained his soul to the armor that he was imprisoned. Over the years (of which passed by decades) Ashe's hopes of escape dwindled and as time passed he'd all but forgotten the thought that he might some day be free.

There was, perhaps, a tiny sliver of hope that remained in that husk of armor. Ashe was aware of the vastness of the universe, and even he, who'd seen things that one could only dream of, trusted that there were powers beyond his reckoning. His search, however, had grown weary and Ashe could feel the pressure of being immortal strain his mind or, that is, what was left of it.

"I thank you for your words.," Ashe began," Should a force of power strong enough to break this spell be found then I will pay the price for it. However, I implore you to not let this matter worry you. It is my existence, and mine alone."

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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Asheking Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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#, as written by Sordin
The appearance of the vampire had unnerved Valsaan slightly when it had moved towards their group, causing him to tentatively reach for his staff. However when it became clear that it meant to harm to him or his allies he returned to keeping an eye on the conversation between his new employer and various representatives of various empires.

The animated knight was a bit of a puzzle for Valsaan especially when it became apparent it was animated through necromancy or some derivative form of the same magic. The various forms or necromancy throughout the omniverse all revolved around the idea of calling a spirit back to a body or binding it to its old corpse but to do so with an inanimate object and with sentience and memory intact was an amazing feat in itself, never mind the fact that it the spell had apparently achieved perpetuity. Certainly it would be interesting to study such magic but it was doubtful that the knight would allow Valsaan anywhere near him.

"I have no issue with your pact mage though I will say it seems perhaps a little drastic, though I presume you to know your own mind best. As for me I would ask we be away as soon as possible, but I must ask have you considered my offer of using my families land? It may not be an ideal location but it would provide something of a home, at least for the time being."

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Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Asheking Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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Throughout the entirety of the proceedings Misriah remained quiet, watching, waiting. Shifting eyes picked out detail after detail, absorbing the information of a new and wondrous world, one quite different from where she had been before. At here table alone rested two necromancers, a mage, an undead knight, a vampire, and someone else, a person whose traits she was unsure of. Certainly not magical. Well, no magic that she know of in any case. The undead stood, offering his chair to the mage which had begun the entire encounter between them. A smile tinged her lips as the man effectively threw out the stone soldier, transmuting the offered coins into a lead-like substance. Most interesting indeed.

It was at that point that Glendon began to speak, proposing a plan of action which she would judge rather quickly. The proposal itself was rather short, a declaration of a magical oath, sealed through blood, which would bind the members of this 'Valhalla Alliance' together. Locating other members through the pact appeared innocent enough but the erasing of minds troubled her. Could the mage do so at will? If so, then any of their minds were subject to arbitrary wiping without any form of consent or warning. The faint smile which had existed before turned now to a grimace, indicating her displeasure. Pay had already settled itself- for the moment, there was none. Not that Misriah cared much for matters of economy.

When Glendon began to address Asheking directly, Misriah's interest perked. Bound to an eternal force that had not been broken now was he? Stumbling around her mind, she attempted to contact Iziden only to be repulsed, thrown back into reality by the god. Never before had he done that. As it stood, this group presented a relief from boredom and the undead knight a new mystery which to solve. Yes, yes, she believed this would work out most well. And if her memory was wiped, so be it. Perhaps Iziden would deign to restore her faculties.

"I have no qualms with your proposal. I do have one question however: Can our minds only be wiped under certain conditions or arbitrarily?"

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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: Sicilia Pavmovoti Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: LDA Agent Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Asheking Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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Kat remained quiet as she watched the Deminaught soldier make a run for it. She made a face before she shook her head and turned her attention back to Glendon.

"So you want us to take some kind of magical oath? One that lets you erase our Memory? Yeah not happenin'" She said, and like a switch her demeanor changed from friendly to bubbly, to serious as she took a step forward.

"I want to know exactly what you and your friends are up too." She said, as she produced a small silvery sphere from her jacket.

"This is an Antimana grenade, it broadcasts a pulse that disrupts magical energies, excruciatingly painful for mages and lethal to magical beings." She warned, as her thumb pressed on a switch that caused the weapon to give off a high pitched whine.

"I want to know all about your little terrorist group... it's.. a matter of national security." She said, taking a step back, firmly gripping the silvery sphere.

Her eyes never once left Glendon, but she made it a point to keep aware of her surroundings.

"Kat, Alpha Team is en-route, one millicenton." Her earpiece chimed.

"What kind of group would warrant you being able to read someone's thoughts and maybe erase their memory as some kind of safeguard?" She asked, her eyes darting back and fourth as she watched the patrons around her. She knew the rest of the team would be here shortly, and the entire bar would be locked down.

A moment later she withdrew her Disruptor pistol, and fired a single shot into the ceiling. The weapon emitted a brilliant green flash, sending a searing bolt up into the ceiling. The brilliant flash was followed by a deafening crack, splintered and smoldering wood and sparks showered on the group immediately following.

"Nobody move, I don't want any funny business!"

A moment later she leveled the weapon on Glendon.

"You're coming with me." She demanded.

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What Sicilia thought to be a quiet evening of enjoying the subtle bioluminescence took a sudden turn to for the adventurous side, something the Naga was not too keen on partaking in at this time. She'd let out a startled yelp as the discharging of a rather strange weapon shot through the ceiling, causing a crackle of the wood above. Her attention had become fully drawn to the woman holding a rather strange orb, as well as the weapon responsible for the Naga's startle. If not for being completely terrified of being shot, the Naga would have commented on the woman's brash course of action. Little did Sicilia know that the night was far from over.
Sicilia's rather inhuman auditory was suddenly bombarded by an overwhelming pitch. What would seem like a subtle high pitched whining was an ear drum shattering screech for her. Immediately she clasped her hands over her ears in hopes of shielding from the onslaught of noise. Despite her efforts to block it out, the sound still managed to slip through her fingers, eventually inducing a headache within the poor Naga's head.

"Gods... dammit, what is that horrid sound..." she muttered under her breath, having not taken an interest in eavesdropping prior to the sounds' appearance.

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Glendon looked at the woman at first as if she had gone mad then twisted his face into a more serious mask. He held up his hands firstly as if in surrender to the woman before he began talking. Though small tendril weaves of his magic spread from his feet wrapping around the members of the party that seemed willing enough to join the guild. The tendril sent to Asheking was laced partly with some of his magic that was sapped from him in order for him to appear whole at the end of the apportation given his current status. He even attached one of the weaves onto the man that was spouting about his kingdom to this woman earlier. He didn't know if he wanted to go or not but he figured it would be better off staying away from this lunatic of a woman before them. For the other patrons in the bar Glendon was at a loss to do much for the distance and his well was nearing dry.

"Now ma'am there will be no funny business or any terrorism as you call it. We are not some heretic group like your nation seems to.." Glendon was cut off from what he was saying rather quickly.

While he was in the midst of engaging the woman in speech his mind was rapidly viewing outwards of the bar on the planet Terra looking for a place to take them too. His mind rapidly spread through wing city and some woods. Then he found a place rather akin to his a name which he locked onto. His magic didn't flash in any manner or give off any outward bursts, the group simply blinked out of space in the bar which led to Glendon being cut off. The distance to this new place, The Hidden Glen, was enough to over exert Glendons powers but the travel through apportation would knock him into a coma like state for awhile upon their arrival. His calculations at best would have everyone intact but with possible gear or clothing missing upon the arrival.

The table would be left scant of any of them or any kind of portal along with it. Just leaving the woman and her whizzing mechanical device and the goo or whatever it was pouring into the bar.

The setting changes from gambits-bar to The Hidden Glen

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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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#, 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?"