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Valsaan

Imperious necromancer

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

Description

Physical description
The necromancer has pallid skin and shoulder length black hair, he is reasonably thin with his bones showing through in many places, his eyes are a faint green and quite sunk in and show that despite the look of his body he is reasonably young. Valsaan is dressed in worn black travelling robes embroidered with white and gold, he has gauntlets and greaves in the same colors and he wears a pair of leather boots.

Personality
Valsaan is fairly imperious to those he meets for the first time and sticks to hierarchies and structures wherever possible. He is also organized and despises mess and chaos.

Equipment and abilities
Old gilded necromancers staff
Curved dagger (for ceremony and practical purposes)
3 Thrull attendants who can carry various items and fight if need be
Robes, gauntlets and Greaves
He is well versed in necromancy and can raise undead or perform complicated ceremonies if required. However his knowledge of combat magic is highly limited.

Historical background
A necromancer from a fairly well off family who has taken to travelling in search of wealth and power.

So begins...

Valsaan's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Asheking
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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: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: LDA Agent Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Valsaan
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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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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: The Valojelea Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: LDA Agent Character Portrait: Misriah
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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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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: The Valojelea Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: LDA Agent Character Portrait: Misriah
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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 Gambit's Bar to The Hidden Glen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The setting changes from The Hidden Glen to Tauvyr Tavern

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro
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#, as written by Sordin
Valsaan strode into the bar with an angry look on his face, he had been unable to recover his personal belongings after the teleport and so had managed to get here missing one of his gauntlets, something that was still vexing him enormously. As he entered he gave a glance to the various other bar patrons before taking a stool by himself and resting his chin on his clenched fist, taking the time to think over his situation before returning to scanning to the faces of those seated nearby.

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Aeson watched the man enter from his altered scrying state. He was watching Glendons group for quite a bit now but did not wish to interfere as of yet as this project was his to get off the ground. His interruption would not likely be well taken and seen more as a power struggle against his brother. When Valsaan entered he stood his eyes losing their colored hue, striding over to the man at the bar to take a seat.

"I see you do not have Glendon with you. But you were traveling with him if I was not mistaken? I am his brother Aeson Maro seeing as how I skipped right past the greetings." Aeson said hurriedly.

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

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

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Ulrich Paternosta stepped into the warm interior of the tavern. He gave it a quick scan and grunted. She wasn't anywhere in sight; good. There was something off with Ms. Tauvyr as of late. More off than usual.

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

Stones followed in not even giving the chair a look.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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