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Moonlight Driftwood

"All the world's a stage, don't ruin the play by looking behind the curtain"

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a character in “The Valleys of War”, as played by Sepokku

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Moonlight Driftwood



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"Nothing Personal Loves"
Narcissistic Cannibal - Earlyrise




GENERAL INFORMATION



Full Name
Moonlight Driftwood is her most common alias
She uses so many names her real one almost feels fake
Lavinia Vi Fiala, of House Fiala

Nickname
The Red Queen
Scarlet
Willow
Mockingbird

Age
205

Gender
Female

Home
The Underdark

Alignment
Neutral

Race
Drow




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APPEARANCE



Height
5'9

Weight
47kg

General Description
Moonlight's particular line-of work requires donning many aliases; from street performer, nun, assassin, beggar, no look is beyond her grasp. Her natural skin is a shade of lavender, eyes being only a few shades darker than that. Her hair is a common shade of white, as many Drow sport this feature. However, these features tend to change with her costumes, dyeing her hair, using illusions to change eye color, or careful application of make-up can make her look like someone else entirely. A lifetime of fighting has made her slender and willowy with whip-cord musculature.




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MENTALITY



Personality
As varied as the costumes she dons, each persona has their own unique personality, so much so that maybe deep down Moonlight isnt sure who she really is. The Church is her life, and always will be as far as she knows. Every life is her Mother's, and their blood her wine, the word of the Church is sacred, as far as she is concerned their word is law.

Likes
[✔] Blood
[✔] Cigarillos
[✔] Wine
[✔] New Jobs
[✔] Cats
[✔] Work

Dislikes
[✖] Orcs
[✖] Dwarves
[✖] Blunt Weapons
[✖] Soup
[✖] Boars

Hobbies/Job
A Blade of the Church of Our Lady of Blessed Murder; a disciple of the Blood God, and devotee to the church. In her free time, alchemy is the only other pursuit, as a poisoned mist kills as surely as a blade in the night.

Dreams/Goals
Moonlight longs to fulfill her Goddess's will, but also deep down, she harbors a dark grudge against the underdark. Planning to return there, and resurrect her House through the grace of the Church



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COMBAT



Class
Cleric of the Blood God / Rogue

Physical Strengths
The term elven grace is not lost on Moonlight, given a sharp blade, the girl could make mincemeat of a moving target so quickly the target wouldn't realize they had died until their body simply stopped responding to their commands. This same dexterity lends itself to her stealth, making her utterly silent when sneaking, and capable of distributing her weight to support herself over even the most tenuous surfaces.

Physical Weaknesses
Trouble seeing in bright lights, and lacking the endurance needed for extended engagements, Moonlight splinters like Driftwood in frontal confrontations. The girl's lithe form lacks the muscle that a warrior would have, and as such she has trouble staying in fights when every reasonable fiber of her being is screaming to run.

Magic Strengths
The Lady of Blessed Murder is but one of many faces of the Blood God that the Red Church worships, but Moonlight has found favor with this aspect of the God. Shadow magic comes naturally to Moonlight, and she can move along the penumbra easier than driftwood floating through the ocean.

Magic Weaknesses
Most Drow are averse to Light magic, the Underdark has precious little light, and bright lights alone can hurt their vision. The Lady of Blessed Murder's gift made Moonlight doubly so, to the point where even novice practitioners of the art are able to suppress her.

Weapon Skills
Daggers, Bows, Poisons, Tonics, Traps, Alchemical items

Protection Type
Enchanted leather armor, made by the Church and interwoven with various protections



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HISTORY



The Story so Far
The Underdark was a dreary place. If it wasn't ghouls, it was giant spiders. If it wasn't another warring House trying to drive her lineage into extinction, it was a Lich coming up from the darkest depths of the Lowerrdark. Moonlight had to get away. As a female in a matriarchal society, she was expected to take over for her House as master Herbalist, second only to her Elder Sister, Tenebrae. However, the Blood Goddess had different plans for this girl. Her house was destroyed, raids from the Lowerdark by a pack of intelligent Undead. Terrified and alone, she was taken captive by the Undead. As they approached the surface, it became evident they planned to eat her. It was then that a miracle happened. The Undead began in-fighting, and their leader was killed. In the confusion, more of the Undead dropped dead for seemingly no reason. A group of Assassins from the Church of Our Lady of Blessed Murder had been sent to retrieve her. A vision from their Goddess told them that a little girl they found there would be the next leader of their Chapter. She has since passed her training, picking up and utilizing many skills of the Church to do its work wherever she is needed. Silver-tongued, sharp-witted, and quick with a blade, Driftwood floats wherever the stream of blood takes her, devoting her dark craft to her Lady. Her most popular persona is "The Mockingbird," an enigmatic figure who appears and disappears seemingly at whimsy. The Mockingbird has been linked to numerous power coups, court assassinations, and the untimely fall of many a Kingdom. However equally common rumors denote the Mockingbird as an Angel of Mercy, who only exists to cleanse the filth of the world.

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So begins...

Moonlight Driftwood's Story

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Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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#, as written by Sepokku
Moonlight sat quietly in the back of the tavern, her face powdered white with caps on her ears, so that she looked human to the casual observer. The Spicy Jackal wasn't stranger to wanderers either, and her hood helped obscure her visage from would be problems that may otherwise recognize her. Jackals... The girl thought to herself Indicative of abandonment... such is the path of the Jackal perhaps...

It wasn't strange the Dark Mother would draw her children to a place of abandonment, it was stranger though, that this place was so lively and full of adventuring folk. Usually the Mother preferred quiet places of solemn reflection. The warm firelit glow of the tavern was taxing on her eyes, and the people's noises grating on her ears. Nevertheless, Her Lady of Blessed Murder called her here for a reason, and she wouldn't leave without moving to that end.

Her glamoured eyes, colored dark brown, glanced about the tavern. Her target wasn't here yet, but they would be soon, in the meantime the girl sipped at her mead. It was sweet, a bit too honeyed for her liking, and weak on the spice, but it was strong and cheap. Hard to come by where she came from, regardless of quality. She savored the honeyed taste on her tongue, while biding her time.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Makana Valhai Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Elizabeth Margo Character Portrait: Ein Crowley Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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The door went suddenly open and two tall figures walked in. As they went into the reach of the lights, it was revealed that these are two men, one wearing a mage's robe and a pretty silly hat, while the other one, a real mountain when it comes to height, was wearing an armor made out of some strange material no one in the room could recognize. Both took a seat at one of the free tables, contemplating the warmth and the cozy atmosphere the Jackall had to offer.
“Now that's some lovely place, don't you think so, brother?” asked the mage, smirking the whole time. “Perhaps I can make it even lovelier. Hey, bartender, tonight all drinks go on me!” he yelled, so everyone present could hear him. “Now that's how you attract their attention.” he said quiet towards his companion.
“Was it really necessary, brother?” the tall man made himself more comfortable on the table and took off his helmet.
“Well, if you want people to notice you, you have to first pique their interest. And that's what I did. You need a job and this place looks better like an orc's yurt, so stop complaining.” the mage also took off the silly hat.
“I can't say you didn't pique their interest. I just can't stand all those people looking at me like that.” the warrior noticed too many stares coming their way. This wasn't going to be a peaceful evening, for sure.
“Well, I only threw the bait, now I'm waiting for the catch.” the mage didn't see that bothered, smirking a lot. Oh, this evening will be interesting, for sure.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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As he entered the tavern named "The Spicy Jackal", Skelly immediately felt the liveliness of the place. It was very different from the undead settlements he is used to come across. When some undead spoke about a place where he could hear a lot of things from a variety of topics, his thirst for discoveries instantly came up. Although he didn't plan for all this agitation. His magical senses were overloaded by the atmosphere, drunken people laughing loudly, the torches and the fireplace brightening the main hall, and the sweet aroma of alcohols in the mugs. A mask hiding his skull under his hood, he felt uncomfortable. Not being very social, and also not used to seeing this much living people, he didn't know what to do nor where he could sit. It was also his first tavern since his awakening, so he was clueless on how things work around here. He proceeded to find a free table, away from the crowd's look, and sat, waiting in hope of some random and valuable piece of knowledge that would at least make this "expedition" worth the risk.

At some point, two figures entered the tavern, one wearing a mage's robe and a funny hat and the other one an armor, though Skelly couldn't guess what the materials were. But he wasn't interested by the armor, nor by the man wearing it. He was intrigued by the mage, and also wanted to see if he could hear an interesting thing or two from them. Luckily, they both sat at a free table near his. The mage yelled :

"Hey, bartender, tonight all drinks go on me!",

soon replied by someone upstairs asking for drinks for him and his companions.

By eavesdropping, he learned that the mage and the armored man are brothers, and are in search for a job for the armored one.
For now, the intel collect wasn't that great, but it was slowly beginning. Skelly sat back and waited for the evening to set.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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“So, how's Milina doing?” the mage asked his companion.
“We broke up few weeks ago. It... wasn't working out how I was expecting.” the warrior blushed a bit, while the mage chuckled.
“So, how didn't it work out like you were expecting, brother?” the magician seemed to have too much fun in making fun of his brother.
“Well, you should know, because she's one of your magical friends... She tried to convince me that the Alliance isn't like it was, so I should really got back and you know, fight for them. I asked her to not push me on this topic and we both got really angry and... yeah...” the tall man focused on his beer.
“That's the problem with both of you, bro. You both care about each other so much and you also care about your own ideologies, so it will eventually end up breaking yours and hers heart.” the grin changed into a delicate smile. “The only way for you both to get along is for one of you to stop behaving like a moron and get over it that the other side isn't willing to change. And it will take a while, I guess. Or perhaps you'll find another person. But with your attitude, I doubt it will be ever possible.” the mage chuckled again.
“I know, bro. Changing the topic, if we can: what's your goal in all of this? I mean, I guess it's nice that you try to find me a job, but it isn't all you're looking for and I know it... Wait, did you discover any information about the Soul Shards?” the warrior raised his eyebrow.
“Shhh, don't say it out loud, someone might hear it. Yes, I'm still searching for the Soul Shards. The Alliance wants to know more about those.” the mage seemed to become more serious than just a moment ago.
“So, how do the Shards work, actually? I know that mages use them to power up their magic, but what are those actually?” the warrior didn't want to get off the topic.
The mage became very serious as he answered. “The Soul Shards aren't just a mana fuel... This are pieces of souls, collected after an undead was created. If you gather enough, it is said you can revive an undead and bring them back to actual life. It's only a legend, but there are many to believe that it is true.”
“So... Your friends are using dead people's souls to power up their spells?” the warrior cringed again at the realization.
“Yes. But I don't wanna talk about it anymore. It's an upsetting topic.” the mage took a sip from his cup.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood Character Portrait: Kirnon

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#, as written by Zaria
Soon Gaveth, and his... companions as he now had to call them, got their drinks. Served by a good looking, and most of all busty farm girl, with ginger hair.
He took a sip of his drink, and winced. It was a ginger ale, of fucking course it had to be - ginger hair, and ginger ale. What an irony. Especially since he hates it, but to hell with it, he missed a drink for a long time.
He drank like a child drinking mother's milk, all while staring at the two, and the woman to a degree. Busty she was, but not as busty, as his queenie was.
Strangely enough, the two didn't even bother to move, nor look at the woman. Definitely there's something wrong with them, especially that big guy - how can he not enjoy the company of a woman? Just how?
Oh, right, he's dead. Still, dead shouldn't exactly mean he can't... right? Wait, what am I even thinking? - Gaveth choked on the ale. He had to reassure the woman, that he's fine for few times, before she would leave them, after the unfortunate small... accident with ale.
I hate ale, he thought, and sighed. Then carefully examined the smaller one.
Careful examination of the posture, build... could tell a lot, for example, that it was a woman after all. How he exactly knew, with all that traveler's clothes on her, well. Best left as a secret - but the gist of it involves elven women, and a joke.
Time to focus on that face of hers, or rather an old mask with tribal markings, cuts, and signs. All for the sake of a right appearence, a way to recognize to which tribe wearer belongs to, and some... other things tribes tend to do. - Niv really liked that sort of thing, now that he thinks about it...
"Are you done?" – Cold voice brought him back to reality, to the masked one, cause that's the only talkative one so far.
"Done drinking? Not a chance. Haven't had an ale, let alone a good beer in a long time."
Obviously... he'd rather drink something stronger, but beggars can't be choosers.
"No, are you done checking me out?"
"I... – he hesitated –... I would never do such a thing to my employer." – Well, but he just did. Though he doubts there's something interesting underneath, probably just bones, so it's good to see "her" in clothes.
"This is tiring..." – the masked one raised right hand for the first time, and tried to reach own forehead, obviously that would only end in touching the upper part of mask.
"Speak, or we're done."
"Yeah, well, little princess.. I would certainly speak, if I were aware of what you want to know, and... knowledge has a price."
It's hard to tell, whether the little princess part pissed her off, but he'd say yes. Her next words confirmed it.
"Say that again, and you'll be nothing more than a sack of bones!"– She hissed, catching attention of few patrons, well, more than he would hope for. - It's always bad to catch attention.
"Settle down, young one – He said, grinning, for some strange reason he enjoyed pissing her off - even if it meant death by the hands of that big guy sitting beside her.
Still, that armor has to weight a bit, how can you not move at all? - he thought.
"Tell me what you need, and I will tell you what I know, for a price." – Gaveth repeated, clearly now.
A short silence came, before she asked:
"What price?"
Oh, oh sweet maker no! Not another weirdo, that doesn't know they need to pay for information! Oh, come on! - Thought never said, but straining his mind.
"Coins, silver, gold, or copper. The most common type of money in these land, well, kingdom. Some kingdoms have different type of" - he was cut off, due to her putting on a table a type of coin, he had not seen in years.
"That's a coin from Veneria..." – he said lightly.
Kingdom, from which his second in command came, kingdom full of prosperity, and one of the first to fall. Coins such as the one he sees are rare, but worthless in current economy. Even if he were to find a buyer, it would take time, and that's the thing he lacks the most.
"Rare, but worthless."
"It's a currency, money."
"Correct, but long lost, can't use it to buy food, a night in this tavern, or any other. It's worthless, unless you find a collector." Or... reach one of the more prominent kingdoms, that could melt it, and use the materials.
"So, it has worth." – She's still pushing, understandable. But he won't, he simply won't accept it.
"No, not to me, I don't have time to travel."
Silence again, she got up, he had a feeling she's bit resigned - well, she looked like it, but it's hard to tell. Or maybe she's just totally pissed off.
"If you're so keen on getting information out of me, you could just do a quest from the board with me." – He said just in time, just when she turned with her companion to leave.
"A board?" – She asked, caught just like a fish.
"Yeah, on the lower level, there's a board that adventurers most of the time use, with quests to do. You know, like a jobs for people that are willing to risk their life."
"Why..." – she turned, intended to ask why it even existed, he's sure of it. But she never finished.
Why? Why does it exist? Good question, one, that he has no answer for. It's probably a case of who knows - maybe they are lazy, corrupt, or just found that it's best to leave it to people who want to make a living that way.
He took another sip from the cup, last one, with it the cup was empty.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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#, as written by Sepokku
They will do... Something about adventurers caused them to congregate together, like sheep gathering for the slaughter. Wait in a tavern long enough and like grains of sand, they start rolling slowly into rocks.... These pebbles should skip across the proverbial river well enough. So the girl stood up, heels clicking as she made her way over to what she could only assume to be adventurers.

Along the way, another person also seemed to be making their way to the same group. With a few quick steps, she closed distance between the new figure, putting an arm around its shoulders. The lack of flesh on the creature was a start, but not uncommon where she came from.

Reaching into her robes with her free arm, she withdrew a pouch of coin, and closed scroll depositing both silently on the table. Without looking at anyone at the table, she took a seat, pushing the stranger she'd dragged with her into a free chair. Waiting, she began absentmindedly drumming fingers against the table.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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Noticing a strange behaviour of another person, both brothers raised their eyebrows, eyeing the woman who suddenly grabbed the one who was trying to approach them, dragging him to a nearby table, which actually caused some disturbance due to other guests getting pissed off with someone sitting by their table. Brothers made short eye-contact with each other, Kerph noded and they showed Gaveth, Feiska and Grim to follow. They went over to the table and stood there, looking down at the two weirdos, now more mysterious than before.
“Not the best way to draw attention” commented Kerph, looking in the eyes of the person who caused the most disturbance with her sudden, unexpected behaviour.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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The Spicy Jackal… a curious name for a tavern, but Hilda was not one to question it too much, particularly as said establishment offered a welcome reprieve from the open road for herself and her companion. A couple of drinks and a table far enough away from the general hubbub was all that they needed to enjoy themselves.

Yet even from where they were sat, the pair could all too easily hear a loud voice addressing all and sundry, promising free drinks for everyone. The swordswoman glanced in the direction of the speaker to see an armoured warrior and a robed wizard, both clad in quite possibly the most ridiculous-looking garb she had seen outside of circus performers.

“Must be some deep pockets they have, to make such an offer so readily,” Hilda wryly remarked before turning back to her friend. “What is it about these places that attracts such outlandish people?”

Outlandish certainly was the proper word for it. The woman beside the warrior shook her head.

Although truth be told, Bellemere had only duly noted the rowdy duo inviting everyone to buy a drink on their tab. Amusing, if somewhat inconspicuous given that strangers didn’t typically respond well to loud-mouths with money to spend. Not unless they could steal it, anyway. Similarly, the mute woman hadn’t given much thought entertaining the prospect of taking that offer and instead resumed scraping dirt from underneath her fingernails with the point of a dagger; as much a need as it was a way to disguise her spying habit.

She took some notes, like the obvious skeleton in the room (which certainly made her turn for a better look), the giant fellow in armour and its much smaller companion, but otherwise most people went without comment. All the same, Bellemere had her metaphorical guard up. Ears pricked and catching whispers so carelessly dropped.

She paused, looking at Hilda with something not unlike a smirk. The swordswoman caught that look, and flashing back a smile of her own she said, “Heard something interesting, I take it?”

Smirk pronounced, edging the shimmering of a grin at the bemusement. Still, it wasn't exactly high magic to tell from obvious signs. Bellemere, for all her training, never did master subtlety when it came to expressing joy anyway. She nodded, a finger jutted towards the growing mess of a group.

With months of petty payments and guard patrol duty for merchants that sold the equivalent of cow dung, well… Maybe taking a chance with the not so inconspicuous party had some more value.

Plus, free drinks.

Bellemere gestured her companion to follow, shifting behind the swordswoman as to adopt a more obedient and passive body language. She'd trust Hilda to get the hint. Made more sense that she'd take the lead anyway.

Although in their short time, typically, the mute woman jumped for the chance to make would-be friends. There was something about getting a clue from this rag-tag band of individuals who had all congregated around the jolly mage and his less enthusiastic brother.

Hilda took note of her companion’s excitement. It didn’t take long to weigh up the pros and cons of embarking on this venture. After all, if they felt that it wasn’t worth the money, they could always try their luck elsewhere. “I suppose it can’t hurt to see what they’re offering. Shall we?”

The swordswoman got up from her seat, making her way towards the motley group with Bellemere in tow. She gave them a polite greeting as she approached. Bellemere did much the same, nodding along with Hilda's more friendly and approachable introduction.

“Any room for two more?” she asked with a warm smile. “If this is for a job, my friend and I would certainly be interested in joining you.”

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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Wait? What the hell is going on here? First there's this another weirdo with a mask, then yet another masked weirdo steals him, and leads to a table with random patrons. And now... just as we're following, cause of course brothers had to move.
Well, fine, I would check it myself. Anyway, as we move, yet another two join in.

“Any room for two more? If this is for a job, my friend and I would certainly be interested in joining you.”
Man, crowdy. - He thought, while Lich, and her friend slowly grew annoyed. Too much time is wasted here, in Lich's opinion.

"I guess there is... - Gaveth said -... we could get a bigger fish." Fish? Really? Man, they'll think I'm a fisherman, from a small village, which happens to be the truth, though that's a long, long... gone past.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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Not noticing any reaction from the mysterious person, Kerph decided to wave his hand in front of the weirdo, trying to get anything out of the person. Still seeing no reaction from behind the white mask, he looked at the other person, the one being dragged to the table in the first place. “So, I guess someone isn't gonna answer my question. But I have a different one for you, friend: you seemed interested in our little group, probably wanting to join. Is that assumption correct?” the mage took a long look at the second masked figure, this one wearing comfortable robes.
Meanwhile, Dranten looked over his shoulder to notice more people approaching their little squad. On one side, he didn't mind having an advantage in numbers, on the other though: the more people in, the less gold for everyone. Or, like the shabby guy said, they could go for a bigger fish. He saw two women, one of them dressed typically as the Norsemen and the other was dressed more like a lady, though something seemed unusual about her, like some crucial part of her body was probably cut out of her living flesh. The warrior knew there were some cults that cripple their own members, but he didn't see the point in such things.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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Lost and confused, the skeleton just realised he had been driven into the group by a stranger who also seemed interested in the party and who understood Skelly was trying to join it as well.

And it wasn't going to end soon. Two more figures were coming towards the party, and their intentions of joining weren't hidden.

As the two newcomers were approaching, the mage spoke to Skelly : "So, I guess someone isn't gonna answer my question. But I have a different one for you, friend: you seemed interested in our little group, probably wanting to join. Is that assumption correct ?". Skelly responded by a nod and a friendly thumb up with his gloved hand.

Though something felt odd. He had this strange feeling that someone discovered his actual condition. How would they notice ? Skelly could only think about some sort of magic to explain how he would have been found out. Has magic evolved that much since he was dead ? Nothing in his book told him about "Necromancing detection". Maybe some other forces could be the reason of how he was revealed. But for now, he doesn't know who uncovered him, or even if someone really did, it was just a bad feeling about all this.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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A slight nod and a thumb up was the only answer Kerph got from the weird masked man. “Not the most talkative one, I see. Almost like my brother.” he chuckled, looking over to Dranten, who was focused on those two women who joined the little group slowly growing in numbers. The mage couldn't help but read the minds of the people gathered around the notice board. Oh, he looks silly in the eyes of the Norsewoman? That's quite adorable coming from someone who's wearing pelts no matter the temperatures outside. The other woman, the one accompanying the swordswoman... She piqued his interest, as any roguish assassin-like person would. He needed to find out more. Just like he needed to find out more about the drow - the weird masked figure sitting at the table next to him. The other masked figure... He literally went into a completely hollow cranium, he could see the bones, completely lacking any sort of flesh to cover it, with thoughts swarming around, but never reaching the place where he was standing. He withdraw, not wanting to be affected too much with this view. Next person was the old soldier. Or a fisherman, huh. There was something interesting about this man though, a place inside his brain, covered in darkness, where Kerph couldn't walk into. Some demonic magic, obviously, denying him access. Well, he was never good in demonology, so he left, but still wanting to investigate further. Another brainless skull met him, as he tried to read the thoughts of the armored giant. He hated all those undead, or rather necromancers who totally fucked up their jobs with recreating a life form. And the last brain – he didn't even get an actual opportunity to try, as he literally was kicked out by the masked woman. The way she protected her privacy left him a bit dazed, but he quickly regained composure after he was poked by his own brother.
Dranten noticed how his brother was looking at all people. Mind reading, as always. He really was irritated by his bro sticking his nose into others lives, like this would be any of his business. He poke Kerph with an elbow, which je noticed was a good move, as his brother seemed to not feel that well after the mind reading, which was a bit disconcerting, for something like this rarely occurred.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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Today is the most confusing day of his life, war was better than a strange masked person, that steals away one of their possible companions, sits down, and... does nothing. Good thing is, that as one of the brothers spoke, and asked the other masked guy, that sat. Reply came, in a form of thumbs up. Always something, he didn't expect mute though.

"Well, feel free to tag along then, like the rest I guess" He said, and felt an odd presence in his mind, different then usual. Though it quickly... left, he still got to hear the thoughs of his usual companion.

Well, well, look at that, someone's bit too curious. Guess I'll break- He chose to neglect the rest, didn't want to listen to an old demon, and in a way... a friend.

In the meantime, Feiska took note of the mage invading minds of others. From her perspective...
Humans were simple, mages even simpler, but usually secretive when it comes to their actions. Still, not this one - mage clad in something so bad looking, that it is indescribable visibly began to visit the minds of others. He didn't even try to hide it, insolent fool.

Naturally it backfired in some cases, and just as he was about to reach into her mind... he took a step onto a slippery ice. - Kicked out he was, in a simple way, with a simple spell.
She didn't like him at all before, and now he's on a thin ice to being frozen, but his reaction, how dazed he was... is simply priceless.

“Well then, whether we are departing now or later, would you mind telling us the nature of this job? ” The swordsman, with magic whirling around her asked, and almost immedietly her friend gave her a sign, by grabbing her wrist. Exchanged glances could tell everything, to a keen viewer, witha good idea. - Pity the old man is too focused on the other mute, the one that smells like death, and sits with yet another... death touched fool. Otherwise he would've notice, hopefuly.

“Ah yes, my companion and I would also like to know, how much would you intend to pay us for this job?” The second, rogue added, as it would seem. Gaveth finally glanced at them.

"It all depends on what job we take, and it's more of a sharing the spoils kind of thing, just like the adventurers."
He said, and noticed how one of the women moved closer to the board, then not long after beckoned him.
Now I wonder what she found? Kitchen work? He thought, and chuckled, as he made his way towards the board once more. Leaving others near the table. Except for that darn woman, and the big guy still clad in armor. They follow him like damn dogs in need... of petting?

"So you found something." Sounded more like a declaration, than a question, and he wanted it to be the latter.
He looked at her, the silent type as it would seem, and tried to follow her gaze, at least when it comes to the level.
He did, and he managed to find it, what she was looking at...
"Ahh, so kitchen work after all, hell, you don't need us to do that, right?" Maybe he missed it after all...

In the meantime, Feiska thought of a simple idea - a way to punish little mage for how insolent he was, and that idea is... to invade his mind with a trully malicious spell. One that will leave him pained, and dazed for a short while. - And so she did.
OOC - ^^

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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Dranten was caught off-guard, when the swordswoman addressed him with the question about payment and work. Lucky him, the old soldier interfered and took over the initiative, saving the poor warrior from answering a question he actually had no good answer to. He turned back to his brother, just in time to notice Kerph's face gnarled in pain. A shriek similar to that of a banshee escaped the mages lips, piercing into the ears of those standing nearby. Before the mage actually collapsed, the older brother grabbed him tightly and help him sit down on one of the benches near the table.
Kerph didn't notice it at first, but a sudden pain inside his head brought him to the realization that someone else was invading his mind at the very moment. And it was a truly brutal assault, like a stab of an assassin's blade, poisoning his mind like only a necromantic spell could. His screech surely caused pain to those standing nearby, but he couldn't care less at the moment, tormented by the one person he couldn't actually invade. He glanced in the eyes of the masked woman standing beside the metal giant, his fingers reaching claw-like for the woman. Thankfully, his brother caught him just in time, before he fell onto the floor.
Dranten saw, at whom his brother was pointing. He turned to the weird woman, at least he thought it was a woman, and asked politely: “Excuse me, my lady, could you please stop torturing my brother that much? I know all too well what an asshole he can be, but there is no need to resort to this kind of treatment, even in a case of him obviously intruding into your privacy.”

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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Well, at least the arguments were settled. Everyone came to an agreement, finally. Skelly wasn't very patient, and his inability to participate in the conversation doesn't help solving the problem. In the mean time, he was thinking about all this.

First off, he wasn't really complaining about the quest. It wasn't really his motive for joining the group in the first place. No, he wanted information from the mage. Those Soul Shards could be very useful and interesting for experiments. Helping with the "bandit cleansing" was just a way to achieve his goal, maybe even acquiring the mage's sympathy, and thus getting more knowledge out of him.

He was also intrigued about the swordswoman. The ability to combine weapons and magic ? His curiosity grew stronger by the thought. Following the group would be perfect to witness its use.

Even though he didn't react at first, Skelly was also thinking about the mage's attempt the invade his mind. A futile effort, if not a fatal mistake, as his spirit was totally broken from his reincarnation, only bound by the necromantial magic that gave him life back. He knew it was a terrible vision to witness, and very uncommon to see. Any mortal mind would be consumed and torned by it. But apparently, the mage wasn't suicidal, as he felt him backing off seconds after his intrusion.

His eyes stared at the two other masked figure, especially at the masked woman. He witnessed the mental duel between her and the mage. Well, she was more like "bullying" the mage than dueling him. Although she is quite frightening, trying to mentally rape people who are a bit too curious, he couldn't help but feel at ease by looking at them. Not sure why, it just reminded him of the undead settlements he's used to.

Cutting him in his thoughts, the soldier patted his shoulder. "Feel free to tag along" he said. Again, Skelly gave him a thumb up, expressing his will to follow them.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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#, as written by Zaria
While the silent masked guy gave him a thumbs up, he heard swordswoman talking about the runes, and assumptions - well, actually it all happened at once, almost.
He didn't have trouble comprehending few things at once, but it is still a nuisance, and once the magic words "...we have business to attend to, no?" were said, it was clear someone is slowly becoming impatient. - That someone naturally not being him, he's been trying to leave for a while now.

"Well, yeah, business. First we ought to met our employer. So if everyone's done drinking or... whatever that you do." He glanced shortly at the masked guy, then his cold companions, that still didn't drink a thing. Then went back to the rest.

"Ready? - he asked for the last time, as he turned towards the exit - Cause I'm leaving right now."

Kerph looked at the swordswoman. So she couldn't see the tiny rune. Kerph guessed it was hidden from her sight by the creator, but in what purpose was a mystery even for the mage. He just shook his head and nodded that he is ready, when Gaveth said he'll be leaving right at this moment.
Dranten was ready for quite some time now to start their little adventure. They needed to move their asses and stop talking.
With that Gaveth, brothers, and Feiska, with her guardian - Grim aimed for exit. Surely soon they would be followed by the rest.

The setting changes from the-spicy-jackal to Ebozon Woods

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Makana Valhai Character Portrait: Elizabeth Margo Character Portrait: Ein Crowley Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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Stop the Grokk

Within the twisting, winding paths of an unforgiving forest lies the culprit to the much talked about issue that has risen within mainly BleakMouth City. Multiple people who venture throughout the shady town at night, are being attacked by a mysterious creature, only known as "Grokk".

Many of the towns folk who have personal relationship with the victims have been begging travellers that look well prepared for a fight, to help them out and kill this monster. Not much is know about the creature since the victims seem to be far too ill and petrified to speak of the issue.

This issue has caught your attention. Whether it be out of the goodness of your heart; feeling sorry for the helpless victims; perhaps you seek a challenge? Or perhaps you want people to know your name and see you as a hero? Or maybe you're just in it for the delicious bounty. Perhaps you want to study this creature and learn more about it for your own personal projects and teachings. You could even be simply following someone who's interested due to trying to discover their skills and weaknesses.

What ever your motive, you find yourself deep within the forest of deathly looking trees. The fog has grown thick, the air is sharp and cold. Hopefully you have a form of light, or else who knows might attack you by surprise?

Quest: Stop the Grokk!
Reward: 10.00 INK! (100g IC)
Location: Ebozon Woods
Zone: For pvp - Neutral. For monsters - aggro
NOTE: THE GROKK WILL BE REVEALED AND DISCOVERED AFTER FIGHTING A FEW MONSTERS AND VENTURING


Monsters you will come across:



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Strength - Venom and Fatigue debuffs
Weakness - Fire, Abdomen


Loot - Venom to coat weapons, legs for alchemy and/or food, websacs for trap making
The larger ones usually hunt alone and attack from trees or if found roaming the floor. The smaller ones also roam trees but hunt in groups and ambush players.


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Strength - Can causes excessive bleeding; infection; teeth and claws
Weakness - Defeating the alpha of the pack; fire; eyes and nose


Loot - Pelts for armour, claws for armour or jewelry
They usually hunt in groups of 3 but if one howls, more will come to aid the group.


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Character Portrait: Makana Valhai Character Portrait: Ein Crowley Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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Rumors carry from city to city, albeit slowly, and after some time word of a horror in the Woods had even made its way to Ein. No one asked her directly, of course, her nature as a retired adventurer is kept well-hidden from those who would pry. However the constant attacks have led to a shortage of herbs and natural medicinal supplements, which Ein had to hear about the last time she was out picking flowers.

Thus she was lost deep in the Ebezon Woods, picking loose strands of cobweb out of her hair, searching for some kind of proverbial snipe that had been terrorizing people traveling through the Woods, but hasn't been identified or seen. Her eyes glowed with the light of transmutation, a simple spell that would allow her to see in darker environments, but not in total darkness. Not unlike a cat's eyes, though marginally more susceptible to bright lights, retinal control isn't something one simply finesses into existence.

At the back of her mind was the scratchy odd thought that hunting in dark forests for monsters that preyed on people wasn't her life anymore, but she squashed the annoyance just as soon as it started to rise. The cobwebs were getting thicker, and something graceful with far too many legs to be friendly was descending from the treetops.

Torchlight flickered in the distance, drawing the creature to it like a moth to a flame. The creature and its prey were too far, she wouldn't make it in time without expending some major juice. Something she couldn't afford just yet, so instead Ein simply lifted her free hands to her lips and let out a low piercing whistle.


The Forest was entirely too moldy this time of the season, Driftwood quietly pouted to herself from her perch at the top of a tree. Even the cobwebs became sparse up here, the newly sprouted branches too light to support the massive spiders that called this place home. Up here, Ebozon was as much hers as it was the Monsters, a fact that the Drow girl readily took advantage of as she stole from tree to tree.

People had become more active in the woods, rumor of a "Grokk" bringing fortune-seekers from around the countryside were disturbing the local inhabitants. Not that Moonlight minded, general chaos made her job much easier, especially when victims of the creatures attacks were often left damned near comatose. She just wished the person she'd been hired to tail would show up already. This forest stunk, and when high noon rolled around, she had to get too close to the forest floor for her comfort. The sooner she could leave, the better.

A whistle shook Driftwood from her thoughts, her eyes darting about wildly to see if anything else took interest in the noise. Wind howled through the forest, and in the distance a torch-flame flickered. The whistle had come from that direction, the same direction as an angry Female spider descending on what might be her next meal. Drawing her bow, Moonlight thought to herself how odd it was that people are always drawn to the sound of out of place noises in the night, and it was about to get very noisy.

Letting out a calming breath, Moonlight notched an arrow, took aim, and fired it directly at one of the spider's beady eyes. That was all the assistance she could offer right now, and as soon as the arrow was loosed, the Drow vanished back into the Woods.