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Kairon Drest

"Came up with that on your own did you?"

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a character in “The Path Well-Worn”, originally authored by Odinson, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Kairon Drest

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GENERAL INFO
Full name: – Kairon Drest
Alias/Nicknames: - None
Gender: - Male
Species/Race: – Tiefling
Nationality: – N/A
Birth Date: – N/A
Age: - 24
Zodiac Sign: – N/A
Descendent(of): – Kirgan the necromancer
Current Residence: – The road
Job/Profession: - Traveling Scholar, and Alchemist and Spellsword.
Title: - None
Allegiance/Alignment: – Neutral Good

APPEARANCE
Height: - 5’9 in (1.753m)
Weight: - 162 lb (73.482 kg)
Build: – Healthy but not athletic.
Eye Color: - Gold
Hair Color: - Black
Handedness: - Right
Skin Shade/Color: – A vibrant red
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: – None, unless his horns count.


MENTALITY
Sexuality/Preference: - Heterosexual
Relationship/Marital status: - Single
Family/relatives: – Lillian his mother
Sanity: – Very healthily sane
Friends: - None
Mental Skills: – Analytical rational. Kairon has powerful deductive skills as well as resist mental suggestion.
Likes: – Time to think alone, reading new books, discovering new ideas, long intelligent discussions.
Dislikes: – Impulsive or thought disrupting people.
Hobbies: - Alchemy
Personality: –Kairon is best described as pensive and analytical. He does not speak often, and when he does it’s usually in the form of a response as opposed to initiating dialogue. He is a man of thought, and his appreciation extends to people who acknowledge thoughts and ideas as paramount. He has little patience for people he considers intellectually inferior, or impulsive by nature, though he probably will not voice this opinion unless pressed.

New ideas often excite him, (even if this is not seen on his face), and he can spend hours contemplating a single subject and all that it entails simply to understand everything about it. His approach to new things is very analysis and logic based, often breaking down objects, ideas, and even people hypothesizing about them based on the knowledge he possesses, allowing for fairly accurate deductions on any given subject. This unfortunately also makes him rather paranoid, especially since with his heritage attempts on his life aren’t too rare of an occurrence. Thus he has difficulty trusting people, though once it is earned it is given wholeheartedly. His taste for knowledge is somewhat fickle however, he scoffs at the idea of a formal education and is more content to learn about whatever piques his interest at the time, then moving on to the next thing. Kairon in not known to be a conventional individual, but he is clearly intelligent as well as bluntly honest in most situations.

Kairon is not a man of strong convictions and principles, and often is agnostic to the decisions of others and their beliefs, his only code is that which he does not wish to partake in (lying, stealing, cheating) or feel is worth the risk. This isn’t to say he has no moral standards, as he wouldn’t commit murder or stand idle to witness a similarly heinous crime, though he would argue that stupidity should be a punishable offense. He has adopted no formal religion, but finds merit in the ideologies of them and often considers adopting one for himself. In that arena he can respect the beliefs of others quite easily, however he finds arguments about such matters or related matters like politics and ethics abhorrent and a “waste of thought,” quickly becoming bored of the arguers.

His nature sometimes makes people uneasy, or even suspicious in that he says so little. Most of his communication is through gesture unless he is bothered to speak, and some may mistake him for being a mute because of this. Never does he seek the social graces of strangers that he believes he will never see again. This also makes him socially weak, as he struggles to be gregarious and doesn’t always catch social nuances, even to the point of not understanding people’s feelings and emotional needs therefore not reciprocating correctly. His responses to such situations usually fall back to his strengths of objective analysis, though if a person simply wants validation this can anger them.

Contrary to what others may believe however Kairon himself is not “emotionless”. Under the surface he is capable of feeling a wide variety of emotion, he simply does not rely in them and they don’t naturally come out into the open. His emotional side reserved for those closest to him, good friends, family and the like, around them he has little trouble being gregarious and expressing himself and holds them in higher regard and love than all of the knowledge in the world.

A friendship with Kairon is hard won, taking quite a while before he truly warms to a person, though it is usually easier if they have an intellect to match or surpass his own. Once attained however, Kairon is a formidable ally to the point of zealotry to protect these few lasting friendships. One may say his emotions are childlike in their simplicity in contrast to a mind that deals with complex and abstract thoughts. To those close to him Kairon is a Tiefling who is respected for his mind and cherished for his simplistic ties to people.


EQUIPMENT
Weapons: – Steel long sword, Electrically charged staff.
Combat Attire: – Dark robes and leather gauntlets.
Accessories: – A few water skins and food rations, potions of his own brew along with herbs, various books ranging from spell tomes to novels
Miscellaneous: – 

FIGHTING STYLE(S)
General/Preferred Style: – Mid-range, to quickly immobolize from a safe but accurate distance.
Hand-to-Hand: – Defensive
Weapons Style: – One hand with his staff, the other with his sword
Special Abilities: – Racial Traits, Low-Light vision (able to see twice as far as a human can in torchlight, starlight, moonlight and similar poorly lit conditions and is able to distinguish color and detail). Slight resistance to fire.

STYLES OF MAGIC
Chant Magic: -None
Rune Magic: -None
Elemental Magic: – Kairon can shoot bolts of lighting at his targets, though it is draining
Psychic Magic: –None
Conjuring Magic: –None
Enchantment Magic: – can cast temporary enchantments on items near him with an elemental attribute, though these only last for a few minutes and are severely draining
Space/Time Magic: – None
Arcane Magic: – Kairon can shoot non-lethal arcane bolts

HISTORY
Relationship Status: – Single
Family: – His mother Lillian
Known Languages: – Common, Draconinc
Proficiency(Affinity): – Deduction an general knowledge

Personal History/Background: - Kairon was born under unusual circumstances, though that goes without saying anyone who is a Tiefling. His grandfather was something of an infamous necromancer, named Kirgan, but during his life Kairon’s ancestor struck an accord with a devil lieutenant of Hell. In exchange for demonic power and aid of the lieutenant’s subordinates, the man promised his allegiance and those of his line to the devil commander.

In the following years Kirgan became a pseudo sorcerer-warlord, mostly pillaging villages for his rather petty attempt of conquest as well as abducting women for his harem of slaves, his way of preserving and propagating his “illustrious line”. Unfortunately for him only one child was born from his exploits, and shortly after he found himself at the mercy of the local guard, whom promptly smote him rather unceremoniously.

Kirgan’s son was a small boy at the time, and had little idea of what was happening and why, thus knowledge of the pact his father made would not be revealed to him until later in life. His father had named him after his hellish associate, but his mother that wanted nothing more to do with her delusional rapist renamed him Fergus, adding her maiden name Drest. Fergus’ life was mostly spent in seclusion with his mother, who loved him dearly despite the heritage he had, and as he grew older he came to understand that he was different from other people. Eventually after incidences with locals that ended with jeers and persecutions his mother told him the truth.

Afterwards Fergus spent little time with other people, however as a man he met a woman named Lillian, and she was a practicing mage that didn’t look at him with distain or disgust. They courted and were quietly married. Peace for Fergus however was not to last, the devil lieutenant had been keeping tabs on Kirgan, and once he learned of his son that was alive and grown, he sent his minions to collect the debt owed. One of Fergus’ few close friends, an adventurer introduced to him by his wife, had caught wind of the manhunt by Hell’s dogs and warned Fergus. Since there was no indication that they knew about his wife, Fergus decided to leave her for her own safety, and flee the countryside with his friend accompanying him on the venture.

Neither have been heard from again, and are presumed dead or worse.

Lillian later discovered that she was with child, and somewhat to her dismay he looked very much like his father, she however was thankful that that the devil seemed to not be aware of the Kirgan progeny, so she decided not to tell the boy of it wanting him to have as few connections with his ancestor as possible. Kairon’s life was lived rather similarly to his father, in that he was the only child of a single mother, and quickly learned that he was a distrusted and resented form of being. Kairon was however blessed with a mother with knowledge of magic, and she taught him about everything she knew.

This sparked the boy’s interest in quests for knowledge, often he would sneak into libraries at night (to avoid contact with apprehensive folk) to read tomes, scriptures and spell books, even partially learning languages. At the age of seventeen he decided to venture out beyond his home, hearing of cities with larger libraries and people renowned for their intellectual pursuits.

During his travels he has learned various spells as well as how to handle a blade, or at least the basics of it as he would stand little chance fighting an experienced martial opponent with steel alone. Now at the age of twenty-four, his thirst for new ideas, and people who don’t have a double take by sight of him is insatiable.
Clans (Family Clan or Otherwise): – None
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So begins...

Kairon Drest's Story

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#, as written by Odinson
His assent far was without incident, mostly due to the fact that he avoided any kind of contact if it could be. Funny how when you have red skin and horns protruding from your skull, people for some reason or another tend to act apprehensive around you. Whenever Kairon passed through any sort of settlements there were very little variations in reaction to his presence. Parents huddled around their children or ushered them to their homes, he'd get stares and dirty looks, and some even brought out weapons and eyed him until he left. Every once in a while though he'd come across a zealot who'd taken upon the “sacred duty” to banish the “demon” and do so with violence.

Rare was it that he'd come upon a soul who didn't look at him with suspicion, the most the Tiefling ever asked for was mere apathy, that would suffice in many ways. Thus Willowspeak was a place he didn't bother to enter, if only to avoid the same iteration of ignorance. His reasons for being here, climbing this mountain, was that of his personal hobby. Little known fact that Phantomshade is a natural manna stimulant, though one must be careful with the dosage as it is particularly potent. From what Kairon gathered from this region however that this plant was mostly used in candle making, he could only surmise that these were quite an expensive product to make if they involved such a plant as an ingredient, but for his personal use, it would make for a better elixer.

He decided to rest for a bit for the moment, after all there was no hurry, it wasn't as if there were competition for the plant.

The setting changes from Willowspeak Village to Theransted

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The setting changes from Theransted to Willowspeak

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Something was tickling his cheek. The Teifling's eyes were half lidded, when he realized he was regaining his lucidity. He was rather still for a small moment as his brain processed the sensation trying to interpret what it was. In realization his body jolted and he quickly swatted at his face to banish the intruder. He didn't manage to hit it of course, as soon as the insect sensed the slightest movement it was already aloft in the air before Kairon hand made contact. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a small black blur whiz off into the distance.

He forcibly blinked, the grogginess not yet escaping him, and took notice of the current lighting which urged him peer at the sky. Apparently he had taken quite a nap, for it was now dusk. Kairon had traveled the road enough to realize that sleeping alone in the wilderness during the night could be especially dangerous, luckily his day time snoozing would help compensate braving the night with waking eyes. One could almost call him a nocturnal creature for such a habit.

Deciding that being idle would serve him not, he rose from the ground and faced the mountain. True enough he could make a fire to fight the chilling bite of the mountain, but for the glimmer of daylight left he wanted to use advancing toward his goal.

Not long after did his ears perceive voices nearby, and sure enough not twenty paces away from him was a party of humans, by them was an incinerated and galvanized corpse, or rather log perhaps, of a Treant. Little analysis was needed to understand what they were, Adventurers, he mused. Often there were two types of adventuring parties, the diplomatic, and those who used their muscles do the diplomacy, and by the look of the scene these fellows would likely follow the latter.

Kairon had no delusions or any desire to open dialogue with them, usually it was either a one sided conversation on their part filled with obscenities and phrases he'd heard before, or dead silence. He didn't believe they had seen him yet, and he thought it best to keep it that way.

Again, he felt a tickling on his face. Instinctively he enacted swift justice on the intruder, his palm slamming into his forehead at high speed. It was only then did he realize that it made quite an audible smack, and out of the corner of his eye he saw that little black blur whiz off again.

Taunting him.

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He turned quickly, drawing his blade and taking it up and both hands, searching for the source of the noise. It had come from only about sixty feet away, and slowly he began to make out a shape in the darkness. Humanoid, but that meant nothing. It could easily be a small troll, or even a mad dryad. Anything was possible. Apparently, he hadn't been noticed yet, standing far enough from the main group to be overlooked. So that left him two options. He could attack now, and gain the element of surprise, or go back and warn the group that they were being watched.

The overall group safety was more important, and in the darkness he couldn't be sure of what kind of a fight he'd be getting into. Attacking recklessly would likely get him killed, so he picked up his piles of wood and made his way back to the group. Once back amongst his companions, he set the fire wood down in the center of camp and sat next to Ark on the log he'd pulled up for a seat, laying down the pile of arrows to be, and began whittling them. He whispered, loud enough for Michael and Ark to hear, but not so loud that their mysterious guest could listen in. "There is a something in the snow directly behind us, about 90 feet. Don't look, it's watching." He continued to whittle, pretending that everything were perfectly normal.

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Michael nodded at Thoroark's words. Trust was a precious thing, something you wouldn't give a stranger. And if anyone was going to be trusting, it sure wasn't going to be a sorceress. After years of guarding the secrets of their magic from prying eyes, most magicians that Michael had previously met didn't exactly invite him in for tea and muffins. As the noon sun sank in the sky, the merchant laughed when Thororak told him about travelling around at night.

"Well no shit. I've not traveled miles to be eaten by some damned mountain troll. Leaving or not I dare say I'll won't be snatched up in the night like some fool, thank you very much; I'll be staying right here." Shaking his head, the merchant moved to the nearby brush and snapped off dead branches. He was unafraid of another Treant showing it's face, it would have joined the other in the battle. Getting some good sized branches Michael went back to the camp and began to make a sort of nest, attempting to make some kind of cushion between himself and the ground so the cold earth wouldn't steal the heat from him as he slept. Now that'd kill me dead.

Before he could make another trip to further refine the bedding with more branches, the young warrior Allan spoke of some unseen figure behind them. Some kind of tail? The merchant's brow furrowed, the question intrigued him, but he managed to resist the urge to turn around.

"Good job Allan. Question is, what did you see? Could just be another adventurer. Alone could mean he's foolish or powerful. Could be a scavenger, seeing if the Treant did us in. Either way I'd like to find out before nightfall; getting a blade between the ribs wouldn't be good for my beauty sleep. Speaking of behind us, eh Thoroark? "

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"I can't be sure. it was to far away and to dark. I didn't want to risk giving myself away." He kept working at the arrows, not wanting to attract their stalkers attention. "However, anything that feels it can make its way up Willowspeak alone is either extremely cocky, or extremely dangerous. Possibly both, but not as likely." He held up the arrow shaft he'd been working on while they'd been speaking. After a few more slices, it was perfectly straight. He set it aside and started on a new one. "I suggest a small group of two move out west, then loop around behind our stalker. I suggest Lauren and one other who feels they can move quietly in the snow. Speaking of which, where is Lauren?" He looked around the camp frowning, not seeing her.

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The forest was silent, almost peaceful with the white snow glistering in the moonlight and some of the forest inhabitants peacefully grazing. A group of birds took flight, SWOOSH, and two birds fell in the snow with a loud thud as their dead bodies hit the snow.

"Dammit I only got two." cursed Lauren as she approached the bodies of her prey. "Well, two will have to be enough, I should get back to camp." she thought, so she withdrew the arrows from the two bodies and added them to her quiver, now she only had 8, since she missed one bird, and now was not the time to go looking for a stray arrow. As she started going back to camp she realized that in her hunt she had already made some sort of a circle around the camp, it shouldn't hurt to complete it. So Lauren continued her lap and eventually found the tracks that her group had made, but something was off.

"Something is following us." Lauren whispered, then she started to panic, what if "it" had already attacked the group? What if it had something to do with the crystal that the mage had received that Ark was talking about? Lauren decided she had been away from her friends long enough, she needed to help them. So she started following the extra track, from the snow impressions it was something with feet or boots, but it was hard to tell from the melted snow it weighted about 80 kg and was traveling at medium speed, probably the same as her group, but she could be wrong, some creatures can make very convincing fake tracks.

She was walking slowly, but very silently, she learned that when hunting wolves, so she could be so silent that a wolf wouldn't hear her, the problem was that wolves don't leave feet like marks on the snow. When she noticed a shadowy figure, she hid inside a bush. Lauren didn't knew if the thing was dangerous or not, but it was preferable to be safe than sorry, so she started getting an arrow ready, very slowly.

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Thoroark continued sharpening the blade as he heard of the intruder,The Giant not even blinking an eye as he focused his ears on the surrounding area,picking up only faint noises after the thwack. The Giant nodded to the rest of the group and hoped to himself that Lauren hadn't gotten herself hurt. Willowspeak was even more dangerous at night.

"Right...Okay...Looping around,That might work if it's humanoid...However nothing's ever that simple on Willowspeak. I have a plan B. f you two get your weapons ready,and one of you can make a big fire of some kind, prepare whatever you need quickly and quietly....I'm going try and call whatever it is out,and use the Log as a shield. I'll be able to set it up if I'm pretending to cut it length-ways for fire-wood,and then I'll still have my blade. It's not an uncommon practice in Willowspeak or any of the surrounding villages. So if they're friendly or at least humanoid they shouldn't suspect anything. If it turns out to be something big and nasty,try and light the tree's and we can use the log as a fire-wall,it'll be a big enough flame to tell whatever else is on the mountain we mean business and it'll tell Lauren to hurry back. Then we can deal with it together,if it's friendly it should show up when I call it out." He whispered to the others,still keeping his eyes on his blade and the rock. As if they were simply having a normal conversation about something other then lighting trees on fire. He expected objections,maybe even cries of insanity or something of the like,at least from Michael,but that was why it was a suggestion. He was used to doing this sort of thing,it wouldn't be the first time he lit the mountain-side on fire to escape something deadly,especially when he was younger.

The Giant finally stopped sharpening his blade and inspected it, If Lauren was in the forest,she'd see the fire and either run around to get to them,or take out whatever fled through the darkness....He hoped....He realized a lot of survival on this mountain relied on luck and timing. He was kind of surprised he climbed the peak so many times,especially with all of Aisha's 'safety' precautions...He looked forward to heading back,who knew. Maybe he'd be able to stay there for good this time...He'd been saving coin for awhile now,All he needed was a reason. He instinctively brought out his coin purse and stared at it for awhile,most of his fortune was in that tiny little bag,Thank The Gods Theransted coin was so conveniently valued into Silvers,Golds and the like.

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"You'd burn down the forest around us as part of your battle plan?" The merchant stayed silent and placed his head in his hands, letting out a quiet sigh.

"You know," he looked up again, "when something like that is not the craziest idea you've ever heard, you know you need a vacation. I say go for it, but I think I have a crazier idea. That penny Allan used and those flash rings I made myself; actually, the archer should still have two of them. If you see white flashes in the woods around us you'll know who it is. Anyway, if I enchant some pennies to hold heat maybe I can give them to your sorcerer and he can super heat them and place them around the perimeter. Something big and mean gets near one I can release it and cook 'em. Of course, that'd be up to Zander. I wouldn't trust an enchantment so hastily crafted, but it would scare the hell out of whatever would attack us." Reaching into his pocket Micheal pulled out a few copper coins, something he kept for emergencies.

"Any objections?"

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"That sounds fine by me. Just make sure it doesn't notice." He inspected the arrow shaft he'd been working on. Perfectly straight. He placed it in the pile of finished arrow shafts and reached down, only to find he'd finished the entire pile. He then began cutting the slots for the arrow heads. It took less than ten seconds a shaft. "You'll have to take it up with Zander though. He might be wiped out from clearing us a trail." He stood up, picking up the pile of arrow shafts. "Sounds like you guys got this covered, so I'll be in my tent. Let me know if things get crazy." He grinned and walked off, slipping into his tent.

After lacing up the front of his tent, not to tightly in case he needed to get out quickly, he took of his pauldron and rubbed the paste he'd traded Lauren for. He shivered as he applied it. It was cold as the mountain peak, but it greatly eased the pain. It was warmer in his tent anyway, since it kept out the wind.