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Gerrard Boselph

Cleanse the dirt, bury the bones, leave the dead behind.

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a character in “To Our Deaths”, as played by Oborosen

Description

Name: Gerrard Bolseph
Race: Human
Height: 6ft 2in
Weight: 198lb
Age:32
Class: Mage (Mind,Body,Soul)

Appearance:
Gerrard is a tall reasonable thin man with a somewhat pale olive complexion straight teeth and some what longer canines then usual. His long raven shade hair is kept pulled back past his ears and sometimes is tied into a braid behind his back which is tied with a silver laced cord. His high upbringing lends to an air of authority around him and his usual dress reflects this as well, usually going about his day wearing a long open sleeve robe definitive of his class.
Most of the robes have a dark crimson look too them and will sometimes have other equally low tone colors mixed in as well such as greens and darker blues. Gerrard wears a pair of linen trousers underneath with lite leather boots on his feet and if combat goes so far as to warrant it he will disrobe leaving only this layer of clothing. The last aspect of his dress is that he keeps his midsection wrapped at all times with a long rose water soaked bandage.

Combat style:
The strange mixture and training of Gerrards three schools leads to some rather interesting dynamics with his ability in combat. While a blood mage can fight at range most will see more time using a strange method of close quarters combat. His training also allows him to utilize the skeletal structure of his and his opponents body, even going so far as to use the bodies of the dead. While this is not necromancy it is called in their tongue as core wielding and actually afford more control in most aspects. Blood becomes a liquid weapon in Gerrard's hands and is capable of molding and twisting it to the needs of the moment if need be. The physical tissues of a living form can be manipulated as well but Gerrard's training limits that control only to his body and those he has a latching contact with.
The teaching of the soul school allows for some effects of using the spiritual power of life as a direct conduit in battle or he can draw out life for the revitalization of his own body or anothers. But mostly he mixes this with the school of body to make his own form incredible resilient and hardy, forcing his opponents to try harder to kill him.
The school of mind is just as it lintels, Gerrard can slightly gain limited control or perspective information from the minds of others and with more concentration he can even completely alter their mental recollection outright. His training in this school is somewhat lacking when compared to that of his other two as Gerrard see's the more use of this school as more of a weakness on his part. Not to mention also it imparts the ability to use telekinesis, however the scope of this power is limited with concentration and narrows his vision dramatically.

Magical Abilities:
Gerrard is able with the aid of his magics to withstand and live through severe physical trauma, in most cases even so if his brain is directly damaged. Reforming everything from flesh and bone, Gerrard is able to do the same to others as long as he maintains a strong concentrated physical connection. The trade is that using such abilities requires a large intake of protein to keep such powers maintained.

Personality

Gerrard has a very lite heart about him and treats the world around him like mostly a game for the sorts of those that tend to play by the rules. He is fare and assertive for his type doing his best to make sure all are equal for the respects of being present. He carries very little predisposition for other races that crosses his path and will only be mistreating if he is first the target of such acts.
In combat however Gerrard is tenacious too a fault and will hound the opponent until either their body gives out or they concede defeat and withdraw. However this is not to say that he is not sporting and will do what he must to even the playing field in order to make sure he and his opponent are on even terms. However if they tend to cheat or try any underhanded tactics while in combat he will turn on them at first notice and will not stop until they are nothing but a stain.

Equipment

Gerrard carries several items to ease his travels and to help along whatever adventure he might undertake.

Travel bag: While the bag has a small enchantment on it to increase its carrying capacity, it does not have an unlimited space and the bag does not reduce weight of the contained objects.
Mage's Dirk: A large dagger that may as well be considered a short sword which can be used for combat see's more use in the sense of ritual construction. The blade does carry an enchantment where it can fire a small cutting pulse from the blades tip but only at a low rate.
-once per four post-
Magic Book: While it is more correct to call this a grimoire, Gerrard does not like the sense of such a term being used so lightly for such a plane day to day object. This book contains the magical knowledge of himself and several spells inherited from his fore fathers.

Scrying Needle: This six inch long piece of metal is actually a tool for making runes and etching them into the surface of any metal pliable enough to receive them.

Camping Set: A collection of items that can be used to create a campsite for one at almost any location where a flat surface can be found.
Red Crystal pipe: A small keepsake from one of Gerrard's first adventures and a reminder that you never know what you might find.

History

Gerrard is man of much privilege being born into a home of magic on the far northern border, and received training from an early age to master the arcane arts. It was not until he reached the age of ten that he learned he possessed a certain aptitude for more shyly treated magical arts. His methods for using blood and bone magic where slowly seen as being a new method of training in these arts more safely and he soon gained praise from his peers. However the life of luxury for him was going to be short lived after he graduated from the mages college and was sent further north with his brothers to battle in the growing war from the frosted realms. The war dragged on for over a decade and while away Gerrard learned that his house had fallen too outside influences from rival families.

But with the end of the war came some respite for him and his brothers, as they where able to look upon their homeland with new love and admiration. While the fall of their home was a sad endeavor they did not falter in the idea that their home and name could just as easily be rebuilt. So all three brothers said their farewells and parted ways to make their own fortunes in the hopes of returning and restoring the family name with honer.
It has been almost a full decade since the son's parted ways and on small occasion Gerrard manages to send the bulk of his income to help fill the family coffers an chance he gets. He has not heard from the others for almost a full years now and he has begun to feel the detachment from such family connections.

The last half year Gerrard has been among the far southern lands and it is by far the furthest he has been away from his homeland.

The family.
Cornelia- Mother
Basal- First Born
Kurtis- Second Born
Gerrard- Third Born

So begins...

Gerrard Boselph's Story

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The cool air of the night was unsettling to say the least as Gerrard made his way through the marsh and around one sullied bog after another. His whole day had been as such, seeing as he wasn't familiar enough with this land he had to hire a guide to take him too his destination. This strange tower that was to be his target laid in a very inhospitable section of the region and it was going to be a long trek there already and to make matters worse his guide didn't turn out to be the best.
His first hours of traveling where filled with pits and detours, not to mention the wildlife.
He shudders a small bit when he recalls the spiders, bears and lastly the troll which unfortunately was the last he ever knew of his so called guide. So now scouring around in the dark for an unknown destination wasn't his best of plans but he was going to continue on anyway whether he liked the idea or not.

His search was closing to an end when he noticed the tip of a large tower in the distance and he could already feel a sense of ease overtake him even though the stench was lightly unbearable. Unfortunately his eye line was also caught by the set of three torches leading down and away from the brush, which with some small maneuvering was easy for him to get into range of vision.

It seemed that a small patrol of of men was coming by his way and by the looks of their armor and weaponry they seemed to be guards. Lightly armed one with a spear and two with swords they seemed to also be carrying something in hand between the back two. When Gerrard moved himself for a better view it turned out to be a bore that was a very fresh kill. An idea hit him in the moment that these men are going to be his way inside the tower and all it was going to take was a little trickery on his part and also some mental fiddling. However it was going to be a little tricky on his part, it had been some time since he affected more then one target and even though these men didn't look all too bright it was still going to be a strain on him.

Gerrard waited for them to make it past him and bides his time by taking the precaution of actually writing the glyphs out on the palms of his hands before hand and not relying of verbally casting them. He only gets a little preoccupied when he notices that his foot had started to slightly sink into the mud but dismissed it for the larger task at hand. He quickly stepped out as the three passed and he made his way towards the back of the group, outstretching his hands and laying a palm on the shoulder of both back men. A blue haze washes over their heads as Gerrard reaches forward and puts the last touch on the lead man doing the same to him. It was a difficult task as he had thought, because within moments a heavy flow of pressure was beginning to move across the planes of his mind. The feeling was so heavy that he almost thought that his feet would pierce the ground and he would fall through.

But it was easy enough to manage for now in his current condition and seeing that the men didn't notice a thing without breaking their stride was an indication that all was still well. Gerrard continued on walking behind them as the tower came closer into view and he began to gird himself for whatever may happen.
He pulled his dirk from the side of his waistband and hid it up his right sleeve, then bringing his hands together and let them both become covered by the flared ends of both sleeves. Gerrard did recall that this contract came with the knowledge that there where others that would be along for this task and recalling his lateness Gerrard was sure they were ahead of him. His only choice now was to keep his eyes open for someone who didn't belong

As the group walked Gerrard wasn't paying attention and snapped a twig underfoot which cause the two rear guards to look behind. But as they looked dead at him, he was able to manipulate what they could perceive with the use of his spell. So both the guardsmen just looked at one another and shrugged their shoulders the marching was continued.
Until not long the front gate of the tower was reached and Gerrard was relieved to see that there was a lack of guards posted at the front, but not enough to lose focus when he continued with following his little troupe of puppets. The men dropped the boar off on a long table near the main floors kitchen and Gerrard kept looking for other men especially since he could hear movement above and below him.

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Gerrard stood there with the three guards in a small triangle in front of his position, keeping his attention towards the walls and door he could hear voices shouting out in attempts to gain attention for some reason. The smell of this rather primitive kitchen was getting too him and while blood and viscera had no real penance with him it was the rather horrid keeping's that struck him. (These men live and eat like animals) was all he could think to himself, but his attention was soon shucked away from the task at hand when the door on the opposite side of the room flung open and two guards men came rushing out.

[You men come with me, the south wall has just froze over....] The man drew a long blank stare as well did his counterpart when they both laid eyes on Gerrard. The men grimmest when he caught the idea that Gerrard wasn't supposed to be there at all and threw up a hand in accusation. [Who the hell are you?] this caused the three guards under Gerrard's spell just looked back in his direction and then gazed back at the guard in question with a look of dumb foundation upon their faces. The guard just hastily shook his finger as if he where trying to sign for them to actually see him which when one of the three looked back again Gerrard decided it was time to end the charade and dropped the spell.

The blue haze reappeared once more and then flickered away out of existence just as quickly. The mans eyes dazzled for a short moment as his vision began to slowly reform and the image of Gerrard started to filter back in before him. The look agape on his face of surprise was only met by Gerrard's solemn expression and soft words. "I'm so sorry the man cocked his head slightly as if to question the act and his reaction was sorely the wrong choice.
Gerrard slid the dirk from inside his sleeve and down into his left palm swiftly thrusting the weapon up int the gullet of the poor man. His gurgles of release where enough to alert the other guards to the action that was taking place and the four remaining guards took to the offense as Gerrard withdrew his blade, coaxing a long thin red trail of life behind it. He began to work another spell and started backing away drawing the blood into a swirling ball that sat on his right palm.

Flinging the orb at the head of the closest man it wrapped and tightened around his head, effectively blinding and gagging the man. Meanwhile a faint stream of blood still remained flowing from the now still corpse of the first guard as Gerrard was starting to use it in the same manner as before.
But before he could finish the same incantation the third guards man was taking a long wide swing with his sword toward Gerrard's head and seeing as he could not spare the time of necessity he inhaled and brought his right arm up to bear.
The sword made a deft landing and as the impact was heard there was a distinct cracking noise and the guard lifted his eyes that for some reason he shut. He saw before him Gerrards arm staying stern in the path of his blade and several round plates of bone had grown up and around his forearm in the absence of his sleeve.
The man couldn't help but stutter his voice in contempt.. [But..B-But..? ]

"Its not going to be that easy.." Gerrard added in the absence of the mans continuity and withdrew the same are leveling it straight towards his face. ~Haz'om..~ The words left Gerrard's lips and in response the flesh on his arm began to write in motion as it soon began to rip away and expose a long sleek shelling of pearl white bone underneath. The form looked more akin to a heavily plated gauntlet, complete with knuckles and a well crafted form with even the tips of his fingers sharp and pointed.
The guard could barely let out a cry for help as Gerrard sunk his hand deep into the guards face thanks to the open sections of his helmet. His fist clenched as the guards body went almost lifeless save for a strange sense of strength left in the legs that kept him upright. The last two guards looked at this with an intense sense of fear in their eyes as he began to eye them both for the next move. The one in front was a lieutenant and Gerrard could tell thanks to the crest on the front of his helm as well the strange hallmark on his armors left clasp.

Gerrard relaxed his stance and addressed them both.. "If you run now.. I won't chase you." The men moved slightly in clear apprehension of such a notion. While the lieutenant was more then willing to stand his ground, his bastard sword shining with a mighty gleam and it was obvious that this man was going to be a problem. Gerrard however could see the fear wracking the body of the other guard with his halberd in hand pointing straight at Gerrard's belly. But it was also sure as hell that fear makes a man do very stupid things, and when the younger guard let out a yell of challenge he ran straight for Gerrard. He was heading straight and fare in his attack this Gerrard could appreciate as he watched the man close in like a bat out of hell. But it was still foolish as he soon proved when a twitch traveled down Gerrard's arm and the dead guards body reacted in time. Spinning on the spot and taking the weapon in his place while sinking its sword into the mans chest. The body reacted so brashly that its neck snapped during the spin seeing as the face was still attached to his hand and Gerrard kept his attention on the Lieutenant as he smiled a sickly smile in his direction.

"You don't get northerners out this far south.. do you?" The man returned a look of disgust towards Gerrard as he began to back away. Their eyes met one last moment before he rushed out of view and around a corner, Gerrard breathed a slight sigh of relief as he watched the last of the man disappear. He was relieved to know that this was the last of the altercation and promptly released the gutted corpse from his control, allowing it to slump over on the ground.
Looking around at what he had done Gerrard couldn't help but feel a familiar since of pride well up inside him that he had lacked for so long. The last guard was finally stopping to struggle for air as the last of his oxygen was spent in the attempts to free himself. His body slowly shaking and convulsing till it finally lay still in the damp stiff air.

He could remember then what one of the guards had said, something about the southern wall being frozen and that caught hold of his mind for the moment. If the others had shown up at some point one of them was most likely the cause for that and that idea was what made him decide to go check it out.
But lost in thought Gerrard didn't witness the two extra bodies enter from the actual barracks door with the same lieutenant falling in behind. It took Gerrard one moment to realize by the looks of their robes and cresting that they where both mage's of the fire school and the fact they both began to conjure up two great flame blast kind of gave it away. Acting quickly Gerrard was able to bring up both hands after they fire their attacks. The two blast began to grow as they got closer to Gerrard and he started swirling his arms in a large circle motion pulling up gout's of excess blood from the available bodies.

Within seconds the outside wall of the tower exploded into a large torrent of fire as the flames began to creep out into every direction. The ice laced on the remaining walls surface began to crack and melt away with the intense heat and the mage's walked out from the newly blasted hole. They walked in the path of a long smoldering trail that their attack left as they searched for Gerrard's body. One was a woman by the looks of her and she pulled back her hood to reveal long flame red hair as she waved her palm and the flames began to die down, leaving the structure only slightly more scorched.

It was easy to tell that few could miss such an event and that their fire methods of dealing with intruders where somewhat lacking in the department of subtly. But they both stopped as something began to engage their vision through the smoke as they realized that an object survived the blast. Before them sat a massive orb, scarlet in color and the size of two men. Or in better terms something that could hold a whole man inside, which the mage's where slightly pissed to see was intact.

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There were a lot of bodies. Probably too many to count. This wasn't what she'd expected her first meeting of the others to be like. Right now she could only guess either the others were dead or they'd headed into the castle. By the looks of it her second guess was probably correct. Her boots tapped on the icy ground as she stepped around a frosted body, Kimiha still dozing off in her arms. The little dragon would recover any time now, but Yui would go ahead and let her sleep for now.

"Man..who attacked them?", she questioned out loud, head occasionally turning from side to side as her eyes searched the forest. She made sure to keep her guard up in case anymore of these men decided to jump out and attempt to attack her. It didn't look like there was anyone around at the moment, which she was pretty thankful for. She continued deeper into the icy forest in the direction of the large tower when suddenly she heard a loud explosion and dust, smoke, and fire could be seen in the distance. She started to jog forward, careful not to sleep on the ice or disturb Kimiha too much. She stopped abruptly at the tree line, surprised by the sight of a large sphere of some sort with..a man inside of it?!

"Hey! I just put that out and you go starting another fire?! What the hell is wrong with you!?" She snapped from where she stood at the tree line, waking up the little dragon in her arms. The dragon blinked a couple of times before letting out a yawn and jumping up onto her shoulder, walking around her neck, and stopping on the other side with its tail over her left shoulder and its front sitting on her right shoulder. The dragon could tell her master was annoyed, but it wasn't anything new. It took her a couple of seconds to realize there were two more, and now she was unsure which one of them was on her side and which ones belonged to the tower guard. wonderful..

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The heat of the attack risked scorching Gerrard to ashes if he had not drawn together this sphere for protection. However in doing so he had to use up almost all the blood that was available and the last amount danced in a small controlled orb between his hands.
He was forced to delve into his psychic power in order to see what was going on outside and doing that was enough of a draw on his mind as it was. Closing his eyes and concentrating on the world outside his vision dropped into nothing but darkness. But gradually he was able to see something dancing around within his minds eye as he looked, two small wisp of light generated around the focal point of his vision and it was easy to see that these where the two mages.
Still holding his focus he could see them circling around his sphere and most likely trying to find a simple way of getting him out of it.

But there was something else that caught his attention, two small focus's of activity not far from his position. Somewhere near the treeline is all that he could think and while this vision could not show him the form he was able to distinguished a smaller active mind with one of them as well. (Strange) Was what he thought as the idea of who or what this was could be looking on at him and his plight. His attention was stolen by the two mages however as he could tell they where exchanging some sort of energy between the two of them and some strange power was being cast to strike him.
In fact that was true as the mages did begin to conjure a spell that would cause him harm as they drew a large glyph around his sphere and both mages snapped their fingers causing the glyph to catch fire and grow high in its wake. They began to take steps towards Gerrard and in doing so caused the large glyph to close in on him and he could feel the outside of the liquid shell begin to boil. Acting quickly Gerrard starting drawing in the last of the power he could gather and began mixing it with his own essence in order to enhance its potency.

The two mages pressed their palms away and towards Gerrard as the glyph shot straight into the sky, bringing light the rest of the surrounding area as the flame joined into one great spire. Then like that the attack was over and all that stood before them was a large gash of smoke that plumed from the earth. The closest trees had wilted from the heat and the earth was turned to glass in some areas as the two mages looked on at what they had done.
The female mage through the smoke could see the small form of Yui looking on from the tree line and in fact it was most likely her small dragon friend that gave her away. She pulled up a had and conjured a bolt of flame letting it fly towards the young girl, unfortunately however she had over drained herself with that spell and was not able to aim it correctly. The bold of fire flew wide from its target and manage if only by luck to strike a tree trunk and sputter out of existence.

The two mages quickly rejoined each others side as the woman went around the small crater in order to square off with Yui in order to attack her, but what happened next was out of their plans.
"Are you going to dismiss me that easily..?" Gerrard's voice rang out from within the smoke, but somehow it sounded wavered and hollowed. The mages turned in order to strike again and the two let their own bolts fly into the smoke only to make a solid thud impact and die. Gerrard stepped out of the smoke with his body making small popping and rubbing noises as it walked. As soon as he was free of the smoke it was easy to see why because his entire body was covered in a thick sheath of bone plating and each movement caused the plates to rub together.
The bone was bleach white in some sections but for the most part his form was burnt and blackened in a majority of places, while it seemed he was able to save his robes by drenching them in the last remaining collection of blood he could muster.

The one male brought both palms to bear against Gerrard and released a large constant torrent of flames against him, but thanks to the armor the flames licked away at only his sides and whisked away into the air. Gerrard took several large strides forward while covered in the fire and lunged for the man sinking his arm into the others chest.
The sharp nails of his covered hand allowed for c,lean entry as he struck and the man released a small gasp of air before the light of life left his eyes. Gerrard withdrew his bloody hand and he now bore the mans heart in hand, still beating lightly which must have been cause of Gerrard.
The female mage fell back with Gerrard's lunge and started to scramble backwards away from him, it was obvious that she was no match for him alone and Gerrard just looked on. "Alright little one.. now its your move.." He said with a breath of contempt in his voice as he drew his other hand back for its own strike.
Waiting to see just what the little frightened mage would do in her state of shock.

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#, as written by Tycho
Uhtred charges the Ogre with the Battle-ax and in a single strike, slices off his dominant hand. He swings again with both hands at the creature’s stomach and watches with glee as the intestines spill out and the Ogre slumps over and dies quickly. A little too quickly. The other Ogre’s were much more of a challenge, why were these ones so weak? Looking around, Uhtred got his answer: that Mage was draining the soldier’s life essence away. The fire mages and remaining soldiers were fleeing upstairs for their lives as the Paladin, the Fall-Sky warrior, the Mage & the familiar man chased after them. He stood there for a moment; dazed. That fire attack shaken him up a bit so he took a quick breather as he saw the second Ogre wither away and third-still alive-crawling weakly towards Uhtred in a valiant attempt to kill him. Uhtred sighs as he walks casually over to the Ogre and slams his boot down on the back of its neck and grinds the bone into a fine grainy substance.

Uhtred looks around and takes notice of the carnage. At this moment, the only living person at the front Gate was himself; the rest were either corpses or had taken off upstairs. Uhtred was about to follow them when he heard and felt the vibrations of an explosion. His break now over; Uhtred takes off in the direction of the explosion only to see a part of the wall completely collapsed and pieces of the rubble caught on fire. There he see’s two mages and a Lieutenant approaching what appeared to be another Mage protected by some Reddish Orb. He stays well behind the wall, waiting to see what will happen and spots another person hiding within the remains of the Icy forest holding some type of creature. What that creature was Uhtred couldn’t tell from this distance. He sees the Lieutenant hang back while letting the Mages cast a spell at the Protective Orb. Within a few moments the man inside releases himself from the Orb, kills the first mage with a dagger and knocks the other mage down; toying with her.

Uhtred runs out from the rubble and with his free hand, smashes a fist into the back of the Lieutenants head and swings his scimitar down into the female Fire Mage’s face and cuts it in half before the man’s feet. He looks up at the man and grins with a face that is covered with blood and other unsettling fluids. He stands up straight and says nothing. He turns around to deal with the Lieutenant, who is on his knees recovering from the blow to the head. Uhtred kicks him in the face and sends him flying on his back. He sheathes his scimitar and gives a cruel little snicker. Uhtred kick’s the Lieutenants weapon away and places both of his knees on the Lieutenants chest: making sure to hear every rib crack as he applies more and more pressure. The Lieutenant moans loudly in pain before Uhtred covers his mouth. A sick scheme begins to form in his head.

“Now you’re going to tell me some things. Or this is going to hurt a lot more.”

Uhtred takes his free hand and places it gently over the Lieutenants nose and abruptly breaks it. The Lieutenants muffled screams can be heard by the others.

“I am Uhtred the Warmonger; do you understand what that means?”

The crying Lieutenant makes a small nod and Uhtred takes his hand off his mouth.

“Good, now where is Vignar the Hound?”

“In the lowest Dungeon, it’s a corridor full of the king’s special prisoners. He’s in the very last one. You can reach it by a lift upstairs”

Uhtred makes a sick smile of Gratitude. The scheme that Uhtred was planning was now fully mapped out. Now all he needed was the ingredients.

“You’re doing good soldier, now in those dungeons. There’s gotta be a supply closet or a large pantry of some kind.”

The Lieutenant nodded “Yea, right before the corridor there’s a small closet with some stuff in it. No weapons, just things like rope and hides and-

“And Kerosene?” Uhtred interrupted.

The Lieutenant just stared at Uhtred. That was a good enough answer. Uhtred quickly places his hands on the Lieutenants neck and snaps it. He stands up and faces the now three mages. He’d been in enough wars to know what a Mage looked like just by their appearance. Uhtred raised his eyebrow at the girl holding the creature when he realized it was a baby Ice Dragon. Well that explained the sudden appearance of the Ice and snow into the burning forest. He sees the other girl with the shredded Black Kimono. Mages wore the strangest things.

“And I thought the others looked pathetic” he quipped at them.

“I am Uhtred the Warmonger. The others are down in the lower castle looking for the old wash-out.”

He turns to face the rubble and the familiar scent of many rotting corpses fills his nostrils. Still nothing compared the smell of it on a battlefield however.

“A good portion of the Tower has been cleared out. I suggest you get moving if you want to prove you’re not useless.”

His voice was gruff and unkind and his face and hair were disgusting: having layers of blood, gore and other sticky liquids clinging to his black hair and beard. His intricate leather armor now stank like a rotting chunk of meat stuck in a tooth. He briefly looks at the dozy dragon with his habitual glare but with a tint of tenderness before walking back into the Tower and heading up the stairs to the lift and jumping down into the darkness below. The others had already taken off and Uhtred and his new Gang had some catching up to do.

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"Excuse my sudden appearance, but who are you and what are you doing here?"

Yui jumped just a little at the voice behind her. Somehow the girl had managed to walk right up without her even noticing, of course right now she was too focused on trying to figure out which one of the three people in front of her were her enemies.
"I'm a part of th--" She said, turning her head to look at the girl, but her words were cut off and she let out a surprised gasp as the tree to her right was suddenly splintered and shredded by a bolt of lightening most likely aimed at herself. She took a defensive stance, drawing her sword from her side and readying herself as the only woman out of the three began to charge, only to be stopped by the man who had been inside of the strange sphere before.

Well, that answers my question. Those two are enemies and he's on my side I think. And this girl too.. She glanced over at the new girl who'd just walked up for a brief moment before her eyes moved back onto the fight in front of her. It didn't really last long, but it seemed the man was pretty strong and at last took out the two mages who were attacking him.

The woman mage who had nearly attacked her before looked very frightened at the moment, and Yui almost felt bad for her. Maybe if she stepped in the other man would let her go. She took a few steps towards them, but stopped abruptly as another man came onto the scene, slamming his weapon down onto the woman's head without hesitation and killing her. Yui's eyes widened for a second, but then they narrowed and she slid her sword back into its sheath. The person who killed the woman was covered in blood and bodily fluids, not exactly a pleasant sight, but he made it clear that he was also on their side. The little dragon lowered its head a little from where it sat around Yui's shoulders, but its red eyes her glaring, just as Yui's were.

She had to turn her head away a little when the man snapped the second mages neck after asking him plenty of questions and getting plenty of answers. It wasn't something she'd like to see, but nothing she wasn't used to. She took this job knowing she'd have to kill, but that didn't mean she enjoyed it.

“And I thought the others looked pathetic”

"What did you say?" Yui replied, the dragon letting out a low growl.

“I am Uhtred the Warmonger. The others are down in the lower castle looking for the old wash-out.”

So she was pretty late, after all.

“A good portion of the Tower has been cleared out. I suggest you get moving if you want to prove you’re not useless.”

"Who's useless!?" She growled, clenching her teeth together. Cocky know-it-all..., she thought to herself, letting out a small sigh as she attempted to calm herself.

"My name's Yui, I'm a trainer. Nice to meet you two..now let's go before mr. 'I'm Better' gets too far ahead of us." She said, turning and following Uhtred.

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Gerrard had squared himself away with the offending mage and at a moment he was willing to let her back from the fight and save herself from the fate of her partner. Being what he was Gerrard may have been a mage in some of the more vile ways but that didn't mean he was an honer less monster.
The fear in her eyes was real enough for him and it would be true to say he was feeding on such an emotion from her. But Gerrard could feel it an intense animistic sense coming from somewhere and it wasn't aimed at him. However he could feel its impact coming and was able to step back from her to see the entire act of her head being cleaved apart by the mans weapon. Afterwords he could see the perpetrator full hand and the reason he was so brash in his actions.

The man was so unclean and disgusting, even for someone of Gerrard's momentary standards and it was obvious he lacked in the common sense of class about him. Even when he spoke the air filled with the breath of an animal who fed on a diet of rotten weeds, blood and dirt. He was in every way an affront to nearly all the five senses.
After he interrogated the lieutenant the man returned, Uthred ..The War Monger.. was apparently some name the man bore like a badge of honer. Harking himself over the others as he stood trying to stride over them like a conquering beast in the wild.
“A good portion of the Tower has been cleared out. I suggest you get moving if you want to prove you’re not useless.”

Gerrard smirked behind his bone covered face as the man left and made his way back inside the tower.
He took an arm and waved it over his face and in that motion the whole of the bone plates covering his body turned into ash as the others began to follow the wild man. Gerrard looked at the newly dead mage and knelt at her corpse as he gave a slight touch on her face with his hand. He looked about to make sure he was the only one left of the group and stood slapping both hands together, forming a incantation glyph in the arch of his palms. The glyph warbled as it began to make the surrounding bodies twitch in a frantic motion and in an instant the flesh began to peel from the bodies along with all vestiges of life. The spell left nothing behind but cloths and bone perfectly picked and almost bleached clean from the speed of the stripping.

Gerrard opened his mouth and in this motion invited all that was now floating about him inside. The massive form of floating flesh shot quickly down his gullet and almost as if it hit a whole new would all together. Not a single ounce of the mass distorted his form in the least and he closed shut his mouth sealing away the remaining life that the bodies could offer. He gathers the heart of the first mage, dropped when he stepped back to watch the woman's demise and held it in his hand. It still flowed with what remained of his blood and with a simple wave over it of his hand the heart was covered in a thin sheet of velvet thin blood that ceased the dripping and he placed it softly in his pouch.

He looked at his feet in a sudden dread for this little mission with that man in tow, it was either going to be a wasteful fight with him doing his best to spill as much blood as he could just to sate himself and even then it wouldn't be enough. Gerrard had seen far too many of his kind up in the north and he was no different them.
Walking towards the tower he gave what remained of the lieutenants body a nice kick and spit.."I told you to run.."
Gerrard's body began to pass the threshold of the ruptured tower wall and he stopped in his tracks, his mind was overcome with a large emotion of panic and desperation. But not from him because it was the emotions of many trying to vie for survival. He walked briskly around the outside of the tower pacing around towards its northern side until he could hone in on the source of such feelings and eventually he came to it.
The drawbridge was their in front of him and he could feel it coming from behind.

(We're going to die...)
(The guards are going to catch us..)
(We should have stayed were we where..)

He could even hear several of them weakly pounding on the bridge with their fist.
Closing his eyes once more he began to scan the group and tied to find a moment of calm within them, each one was very sporadic and hard of concentration. But there something was in the midst of the voices, a mind tuned to the moment and only a small bit of trouble thought could be felt coming forth from within it. Something was off about it and seeing whoever it was, was not in the same poor condition as the others.

He knew not of the ones behind the large wooden frame but he knew they needed help more then the mission needing doing at this time. So gathering a small pang of energy he sent a message as clearly as he could towards the one who seemed the most held together of the group and spoke.
~Do not worry.. all is well.~

Gerrard lifted his arms towards the great drawbridge and stepped back, he had to depend on the power of his mind to guide the power of telekinesis towards its targets. He could feel his mind graze about the chains holding the counterweights as the chain tightly dangled. He felt a deep pressure in the base of his chest and neck as he began to pull at the chains, giving more slack to the chains and the drawbridge started to open. Pulling back for a large push he slung his arms around his chest and slapped the chains back as hard as he could causing them to snap and the door feel with a loud crash onto the ground.
The crashing brought up a great cloud of dust and as it cleared he could see the group of people before him. Most of them where sharing the look of prisoners and one of them had several large hounds with him kept at bay by thin chains.

Gerrard saw her however, a woman standing amidst the group who was most undoubtedly the one he noticed among them. He gave the woman a nod and beckoned them to exit the tower as he pointed towards freedom.

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It would seem that well fate would fall upon their group as the draw bridge would fall down before them. It was most promising and left a smirk upon her lips. "What took you so long?" Remi jeered as her eyes fell on the mage. "C'mon boys, first stop is here. Go hide in the trees. I'll be back soon." The woman shuffled the small group forward. They, in their weak state, took their time. Some men moaning as they moved forward from the pull on their wounds. Still, with time, they would make their way across. Most men stepping several feet into the foliage to sit in the shade and rest. It must have been their first breath of fresh air in a long time. The old beastmaster would give the woman a sad smile as she turned from the crew and to their helper. "Well mage, I'm Remi but that's not important. I need to check on the movement downstairs. I'll return soon. Take care of 'em, kay? Thanks." The rogue would send him a wink before skipping away, passed the draw bridge and over to the lifter. This time, to the dungeons she would go!

Letting her hands fall upon her weapons, Remi would wait as the lifter moved her to the basement. Her heart beat and excitment rising as she fell. What lay before her now was completely dependent upon how the second group had handled the situation below. With a small tick, the lifter was haulted and the doors fell back. "Time for an adventure." She roared with a sly grin as her eyes fell upon a group of guards. It would appear that Remi's key would no longer be needed, seeing as how their prisoner was already saved from his cage. Her goal now? To get everyone into the lifter and leave. Pushing forward into the mess, Remi killed her first blood. It would continue until she fell upon a member of her team member, Amkuz. After fighting her way over, the woman would look to the man with a maliced look, "Well healer, let's round up and get going! There's a lifter to the far right. Be on your toes or else I'll have to punish you later." She joked before disappearing away. She would share the same message to as many party members as she could before escaping her way back to the lifter's doors. There she would play its guardian. Killing off any enemy man that tried to enter her shuttle. It inspired a word for those who battled her, "None of you shall pass."

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Gerrard saw the look of the relieved faces past the opening drawbridge after it fell, because many of which could only show a very limited emotion at this moment.
But he was quickly bereft as the woman who was leading them just decided to duck them off with him and she was gone just a quickly with only few words spilled about the subject. He was with the idea because basically all he had to do was wait and if Gerrard was any thing it was patient. Her wink and the skip in her step signified that she was all too willing to get back to the task at hand and she soon disappeared into the darkness of towers inner level.

Turning around Gerrard looked at the frightened characters that where left with him and he took in their figures. Not one looked at though they could put up a fight, almost looking wisp thin at the best because of lack of starvation mostly. The only hope for them would be the man holding the large dogs at bay and that was just a small saving grace for them at the moment.
"One moment please.." He said with a wave of his palm towards the group as he walked away and back towards the set of skeletons laid out further from the tower. He reached down and took the deceased males bones in hand and hefting it over his shoulder, the bones rattling as he did and the still worn robes fluttered in the air. There was barely enough remaining fibers to hold the form of bones together as he walked back towards the freed prisoners, going so far as to drop a limb or two as Gerrard walked, which required him to pick them up and continue.

Even though he was still okay with the woman's decision to make him watch for the escapees, Gerrard was not about to be left out of the whole of the mission on which he agreed upon. He sat the bones in front of his with the robe still draping over them and slowly removed the still sealed heart from his pouch. The heart pulsed with life still as he held it in his grasp and he began to draw small incantations over the surface of its flesh, lightly peeling back the seal as he went.

He knew that this spell would be costly but if he was to keep hands on the ongoing actions in and around the tower Gerrard felt it would be best to make such an attempt. Finished with the heart it glowed with an intense yellow sheen from all the incantation's glyphs scrawled upon and Gerrard pulled the robes of the bones forward and placed the heart back behind the ribs. He stepped back and pointed his palm towards the desolate body and spoke soft words..

~Vhy hesh'nakeen~

His words caused the heart to explode in a torrent of movement as new flesh began to web out from the small mass and started casing the bones in a thick red meaty skin. Section began to snap back together as the body began to fill out the robes once more and soon the bones where sitting upright with the tension of its new found growth.
With the transformations complete the body now was slightly humanoid with a complete lack of skin and the shine of the fires lights could be seen dancing over the wet red surfaces of the body. Many of the freed men looked on in horror as the creation was done and they could not bear to get any closer toward either it or Gerrard.

Gerrard himself sat near the body and crossed his legs and arms setting himself into a more comfortable position as he began to meditate, centering his thoughts on the construct he just created and he could already feel the void of power left within him. Despite the fact that he had just fed on the fractured life of those remained bodies he could only attribute this to either his diet or the fact that he spent the last few months traveling and was out of practice. As his eyes closed on one side Gerrard found his vision blurring in from the other side of the spectrum as the newborn eyes of the fleshed out construct opened and gazed upon his form. He could feel the new muscle and tendons of the body stretch as he moved the hands and toes.
Gerrard looked on at the prisoners as the gasped when the body turned its head towards them.. ~Now sit right there and behave yourselves..~ He said with the flick of a stiff finger and brushed some rubble of the side of his actual shoulder that was before him. He sprinted off into the darkness of the tower and stopped bare at the opening of the lift, which to his displeasure was still down and the base of the shaft. He could hear fighting of a large scale coming from below despite the amount of distance between the floors and gathered himself for battle to be joined.
Taking one last check of his being Gerrard removed the insignias or standard from the robes and tossed them aside, leaving the now red and bloodied garments bare with no designation what so ever.

Turning and crossing his arms Gerrard fell backwards off the platform, falling straight down the shaft and gaining on the action below ever quickly. He allows the magic in his form to condense and spins his feet towards the floor upon landing and bends slightly on landing. The resulting crash of sound jars the lift and most of the upper shaft sending a large grey cloud every where from the opening, like a chimney had just burped into the corridor.
His first vision where of the woman named Remi who was in the midst of killing an armored assailant, he blade sliding firmly in between the plates of armor on his chest. He could tell by the strength of her thrust that she was a very adapt fight and could easily have done so a hundred times over. But the Dozen or so soldiers littering the hall and the others pouring out of the side passages where going to test that aspect of her.

Gerrard flipped down the hood of the robe and jumped out of the smoke to intercept a soldier lunging at her from her back, ripping the sword from his hands and spinning to sever the head from his shoulders. He kicked the body away as the others stepped back to gauge Gerrard new appearance as he interrupted the fray. Skinless hands and feet withstanding he was rather happy he chose to lower the hood or they might run outright. Gerrard turned on his heels in time for Remi to see him and he spoke out to her over the commotion of battle.. ~I may be a mage miss Remi... but I am not a babysitter.~ His voice distorted with a warble from his bodies strangely formed vocal cords.
He can see down the corridor and notices several of the others fighters ahead of him and Remi but they seem to be holding their own as well.

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The fight within the bowels of the tower turned out to be rather a let down for Gerrard and his expectations of grandeur, the enemies he encountered were far to strong to be an inclination of what he was tasked to do. Had he know what he was going in up against he would have gauged his approach more softly.
And to top things off when he returned to the rendezvous to gather his pay, it was more then apparent that his was not the real benefactor of the main group but instead a opposing section of their organization. Who upon Gerrard's return found him more of a liability and attempted to permanently end him. However they could not stand to him in the long run or even as much attempt to hold off his magic for long. So without getting paid and without much gratification on the subject Gerrard was forced to instead loot the bodies of his so called killers and was only able to find several silver not even worth the fuss of that interaction at all.

But it was not all bad, Gerrard had managed to meet several other like minded adventurers who despite the battle split ways without so much as a word or a thanks for his assistance.
So with little much keeping him in the southern lands Gerrard was hoping to set out for the higher northern lands in search of greater rewards. But before all this could begin he did feel himself to be rather parched and in need of rest, so it was that he decided to stop at this local drink called The Black Lantern.


Gerrard pressed his way past the door man and it was evident why this place was refereed too as the Black Lantern, it was a place that many of its kind filled the areas of his home land. A seedy institution where anyone who was seeking to find someone to do whatever it was that they needed doing could be found and conscripted to the task.
He maneuvered his way past several larger men who were all bolstering about some battle that they had just fought on the western edge of the province against a goblin tribe. It made Gerrard chuckle in the back of his throat that the they would be so proud of such a task seeing as goblins were considered no more then a nuisance in his homeland.

His approach to the bar was easy enough seeing as most of the patrons were sitting at their own tables and it was that Gerrard was sharing the bar itself with only a few other souls one of which was apparently a Drow by the looks of him, though his cloak and hood made such identification difficult.
Despite the lack of interesting parties Gerrard did see something that caught his attention, the familiar hair and eyes of Remi. The same woman from the tower who was leading those escapees free of their imprisonment, it was quite easy to remember he seeing as she was one of the only memorable woman and one of the only female adventurers he's come across in the last few months at least.

He saw that she was alone and in a moment in only took him to garner a bottle whine from the barkeep he tossed the silver over the top of the bar and made his way towards the young miss.
Making sure not to come at her directly out of a blind spot he approached her through a few looming bodies that were standing nearby. He holds the bottle down near her towards the table and speaks..
"You seem to be in lack of company miss Remi.. might I suffice to join?"

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Remi was growing bored. It had been days of waiting and not so much as even a rumour of other survivors. She couldn't imagine that out of all the hired hands there, she was the only one to survive. It just seemed so...wrong. That was the only word her mind could conjure past its thoughts of guilt. Perhaps if she hadn't been so consumed by her own wound, Remi could have saved another. She tried to toss - or rather drink - away the thoughts. It helped little. Then there was a voice. It was familiar but in a faint way. It cracked through her dreams and glazed look and thrust her back into the ill smelling bar and flickering lamps.

It took her a brief moment to recognize his face, but when she did it was with a strange feeling. "Oh, mage boy. You lived." She muttered the words as if she was just registering them. Perhaps an effect of the alcohol raging through her viens or her current depression. But with time, she was dropped into the realization of it. It made her lips break into a grin and a small, tired laugh. "Well, I must say, you've surpassed my judgements of you." She paused for a moment to quiet her voice slightly to add, "Not by much mind you." Remi sent him a wink as she pulled back to her normal persona - not that her company may appreciate that. "But I guess that's old news. To be honest, I didn't expect to see you again, or at least to see you come back. What made you? Were you thinking of me? I know you were on my mind. It took me hours to calm down the men after your skeletal act and I've been thinking of the best way to return the favor." She sported a smile to hint of her non-serious nature; although, why he was here still made her curious. Remi hadn't treated him with much respect thus far and they hadn't made much cash for their little escapade. Still, the woman was glad to see him here. More than that, she was extremely hopeful he would continue to accompany her. Remi, for whatever reason, had reached a point in her life where independent work seemed boring. She needed someone to stick around. Remi needed someone to depend on. Or perhaps that was just the ale speaking again.

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Gerrard was delighted to see that Remi at least remembered him to some extent, even though it was also from the fashion that the prisoners could only recall. He took her jubilation as an acceptance of his presence and sat at her table, uncorking his bottle of wine and to his own dismay realized that she was rather heavy on the drink herself.
So with an effort of containment he made sure to keep the bottle within his own arms reach and those alone, least she reach for it and drink herself deeper down the rabbit hole. He did manage to return her offset smile with one of his own as he began to take a drink from his own cup, which had a strange taste of its own seeing as it was lacquered wood instead of a metal one like he was used to.

"Yes.. well, events after our first meeting at the tower were very intense in their own right.. My contact tried to silence me to cut loose ends." He takes a rather deep swig of his wine and tops off his cup after rather quickly "But as it was with those poor prisoners, no one here seems to even know about mage's from the north because they reacted in almost the same manner." He chuckles through his teeth for a second as he drinks once more.

He digs in his pouch for a moment thinking that she did mention the job didn't net much reward either way despite how things ended. His fingers darted around for a moment and then he found what he was looking for, tossing the coin on the table between them it turned out to be half a crown as it rolled on one edge shortly before flopping too one side.
"Here that's around half of what I managed to loot from my would be assassins.. They could have at least carried more on them to make rummaging through their belongings worth my time. He sighs for a moment as he leans back in his seat "Either way, that half's yours seeing as I was rather late on arriving.. Besides.."

Gerrard looks into the red whine at the bottom of his cup and gives a look of thought "I was thinking of heading back up north for some time and see what jobs were available up there." A sly smile fly's across his face for a second as he leans back in "But then I saw you sitting here alone and I decided, what the hell.. maybe this land holds more adventure yet."

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Asherlin trod along with a slowing pace. Walking for several days now was beginning to wear on her, she needed to rest for at least a few hours. Her being alone at the moment wasn't that good on her morale either; an ever social person, the moments she had alone never sat well with her. She moved about the people around her, searching the street for somewhere to rest a while and that's when she spotted it- The Black Lantern - "Thank you!" she huffed to herself as trudged to it's doors and gently pushed passed a few drunkards and towards the bar.

Asherlin put an elbow to the bar, trying to look as casual as ever as she glanced around the Black Lantern. Everyone here seemed to be some sort of beyond drunk except for two people for the moment that Asherlin could see; a young blonde woman and from the angle Asherlin stood, she could see the branded X on her shoulder, "Huh" Asherlin mumbled to herself, noting the obvious lack of any other scar or mark on the visible parts of the woman. Asherlin turned to the bar man and ordered a pint, licking her lips as she pulled out a few coins and laid them on the bartop. She then turned back to watch the woman and her company again, this time drying to discern her companion this time. Dark crimson robes and almost jet black hair, Asherlin couldn't see his face, but his pale-olive complexion made Asherlin curious as to what his face actually looked like. Asherlin however felt some sort of unease looking at the man from her current position. Suddenly her necklace glowed as she concentrated on the man more and Asherlin looked down, signifying to her that the man was also a user of magic. "Interesting" she mumbled again to one as the bar man sat her drink down.

Asherlin took a swig of her pint, all the while absentmindedly watching the two talk as she spied on them. Suddenly a gruff looking man turned to Asherlin and began to talk, "Hey little princess, what you doin' in here all alone?" Asherlin turned to the man and looked at him, but rolled her eyes and looked away. The gruff man displeased with her non-interest grabbed her by the wrist and pulled Asherlin closer, "I said, what you doin' here all alone?" Asherlin looked him right in the eyes and said, "Not interested" and attempted to walk away but this time the man grabbed either side of her arms and shook her violently. "No one in here ever refuses Ormand you little wench!" he yelled atop the raucous.

The bar went silent for a moment and the man - Ormand - swung Asherlin around again so his face was inches away from hers. "Well, Ormand" Asherlin said matter-of-factly "Get you filthy hands off me or else" The patrons around Asherlin and Ormand were still quiet, a careful eye kept in case anyone needed to step in. Ormand spoke loudly and angrily, "You wanna go little girl?" he asked sarcastically, a hearty laugh bellowing from his chest as his friends chimed in to taunt Asherlin, "What are you gonna do if I don't let you go?" Asherlin kept eye contact with Ormand and narrowed her eyes speaking sternly this time to the gruff man, "Let go or else." Another roaring bout of laughter from Ormand and others at the bar filled the room and Ormand asked mockingly, "Or else what?" Asherlin rolled her eyes again and sighed "I warned you Ormand..."

Suddenly Asherlin's body twisted like lightening and her small frame was out and under from Ormand's grip. Bowing backwards and standing back up, Asherlin brought her feist back and suddenly a ball of fire encased it. She swung her fist forward and it landed right into Ormand's gut, causing him to reel over winded and gasping in pain as the fire around her fist seared through his clothes and left a tender red mark on his exposed stomach. Then Asherlin pulled her fist back again and another ball of fire appeared and she brought it back to connect with Ormand's face, knocking him over, and this time singing his beard almost completely off.

The bar around Asherlin and Ormand went quiet and Asherlin stood there in a stance ready to fight anyone else who tried anything with her. Ormand's friends were silent and when Asherlin saw she'd won her right to stay at the bar she stood straight and said, "I warned him" to the stunned men. Suddenly another roar of laughter filled the air and Asherlin returned to her pint at the bar top and resumed her carefuly watch over the table that seemed to capture her interest so eagerly.

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Gerrard spent the last few moments with his eyes scanning across the entirety of the mob within the Black Lantern, his vision did fix back on Remi when he was done. Being in a far away land from his home and the fact that it was more ominous to him then most other places to be was another fact all together.
He could glance from side to side and see that many of the other patrons were indulging in different games of chance around the edges of the room, some could be seen playing a type of card game while one group in the back had pairs going head to head with finger roulette.

A sight snapped in the side of Gerrard's vision, causing him to avert his gaze as best he could to see what was going on.

A woman was standing at the bar and peering through the crowd he could see that she was far and away different from the others, in fact she bore a visage more akin to Remi and himself. Her form fitting outfit spoke loudly of an inner will and she had a style that was all her own with fiery red hair that wicked around as she moved.
Gerrard easily noticed then what had gotten his actual attention, she was being accosted by a rather large man and it was his barking that spoke out what was happening.

"Get you filthy hands off me or else" she commanded back when he grabbed her for a second time and Gerrard could find nothing more interesting then this moment, then he thumped his nails on the table towards Remi. "I think we are about to witness something very interesting.."
The man returned words back with the woman and in fact it was something of a inside joke with the crowd because they seemed to think she was the fool rather then the oafish man lumbering in front of her.

"I warned you Ormand..." Gerrard squinted one eye as if he were watching a crash in the making when the lightning sparked up and she twisted away from him. The resulting strikes that resounded through his frame and extremities as he took the first impact in stride, however the second was a bit too much for him and his fall was rather advantageous of a sight to see.
The whole of the crowd was silent and then after that tense moment they busted out with laughter and jubilation, Gerrard leaned back in his seat with a small grin on his face for having witnessed such a spectacle clapping his hands lightly.

Regaining herself from her short stint of combat the woman looks dead at the table where Gerrard and Remi sat. He raised his cup for a moment in like a small congratulatory manner before beckoning her over with his other hand.

He looked at her for a moment until he caught the man moving once more out of the corner of his eye and Gerrard smirked once again keeping eye contact with the young woman. Emptying his wine into his cup as much as possible he drinks the remaining liquid from the bottle and points at her with it, motioning with it before setting it on the floor.

(keep your eye on the bottle)

As the large man begins to strain to stand Gerrard knocks the bottle over with his foot which sets it on a roll. While keeping his attention on the man Gerrard could only guess that his saving grace was either his mass or his thick head, either way he would not like what was about to happen.
With a slight touch of telekinetic steering the bottle dodges the legs of tables and patrons alike on the way to its destination. Ormand as he was called, retrieved a knife from his belt took a large stride to strike the woman from the side. To which Gerrard flicked his wrist and the bottle spun on its neck almost as if it were turning on a joint. Ormand's boot landing solidly on the side of the rather thick wine bottle was not able to support for balance and his over extended step sent his legs forward and his body high into the air. Loosing the knife and flailing all his limbs in surprised panic, this could not do much to assist in his fall as he came down hard on a table sitting next to the bar making more of a spectacle of himself.

The crash itself shook the bar and made the floor thump with a loud rattle which made the barkeep yell out.."Oi.. Get him out of here.." Two of the patrons who most likely were friends of the fallen idiot began to help him up and cart his unconscious body out of the door.
The bottle however began to roll away towards the bar and hopped off the floor landing in a wooden waste bin.

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Asherlin had managed to catch the eye of table she was so interested in. The man who's face she hadn't seen before was suddenly in full view, his pale olive complexion, a welcoming grin and a motion of raising his glass then a casual beckoning for Asherlin to come forth. Asherlin finished her pint, slammed it down on the table, stepped over the unconscious Ormand and began to walk towards the man and blonde woman. Asherlin had barely made it a quarter of the way when suddenly a loud thud sounded behind her. Asherlin turned to see the oaf Ormand back on the ground and the barman shouting for his removal. Asherlin went to turn back towards the table she was moving to but a voice suddenly spoke to her over the raucous. "Nice ass kicking short one, how'd you manage that?" Asherlin saw his feet before the rest of the man that towered above the rest. As her head rose her eyes widened and her jaw dropped slightly in awe of this man's size, "Wow..." she muttered sizing him up, "You're HUGE.. I've never seen someone like you!" then Asherlin bit her lip realising she was gawking... "Uh sorry" she stuttered with some embarrassment, "I er... I knocked him out" she said matter-of-factly, watching as Ormand's friends carried him away. Asherlin realised she was meant to be going to introduce her to the gaunt man and blonde woman, "Uh... If you get lonely... come find me over there.." she said pointing to her destination table, suddenly wondering why she'd invited the hulking man.

Asherlin turned from the giant man and briskly walked to the table before pulling a nearby chair up to the table and sitting down. Asherlin smiled politely then introduced herself, "Asherlin. Nice to meet you" she said nodding in the blonde woman's then the gaunt man's direction. "I couldn't help but stare..." she said, "Sorry" she continued apologetically. "When I first came in... My eyes were immediately drawn to you two" Asherlin thought she better make sense of her spying, "Mostly because of you" she said nodding to Gerrard, "I can tell you use it..." she said, wryly hinting at his ability to use magic, "But how you use it... well that's another story isn't it" she said with a smile. Asherlin looked to the girl, "You look familiar" she stated as she looked into Remi's eyes, "Have we met before?". Asherlin motioned to the bartender and he nodded. "I know this may sound rather forward of me..." Asherlin began again, barely allowing for any input from the two others, "But I'm looking for travelling partners... do you need one perhaps?"

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'Interesting?' Herself and her company appeared to have very different opinions of such things. Yet again, inside the theif believed her company's interest arrised by the fact it was a female partaking in the event. Seeing as the other woman was still at a distance, Remi felt no threat from it. Instead, the young lady ignored the on goings and disappeared into her drink mindlessly. Being the black market dweller she was, the woman was used to the fighting of close company. Yet, she deemed it best when one member didn't rise after or ever again. Why? It would make them quieter. Selfish motive? Always. Either way, her peddling mind was pushed to action one more when her company seemed to invite the first woman over with his glass. Remi had the urge to mutter something like, 'A woman, Gerrard? I never thought you the type,' or perhaps, 'I don't think she's your best bet, pretty boy.' However, it was too late. Instead, the mage had risen and took his own stand. Remi had no inclination to take up such a venture.

"Looks like I'm alone again. Oh well. Bar maid, another please." She rose her glass and turned to smile at the young man who waltz to her table, obiviously not amused by her taughting on his gender. Yet, did as she commanded. With a new drink and even less motive for action, Remi waited until the table filled once more. This time, it would appear her company's fancy was right in her way. The woman spoke her name and then began her slu of captivating words towards Gerrard. Remi couldnt help but roll her eyes and tadder in her seat. One of her arms resting under her bossom, half crossed, with her left hand free to hold her drink that she was currently drowning in. Her attention flickered to the Tattooed man who had earlier intercepted the red haired woman. She gave him a small flirty smirk and a wink. Her shoulder slightly perked up as she gently grinned towards him teasingly. She needed some attention. Yet, then their little red haired beauty decided to turn her words onto the rogue.

After listenging to the speil she felt even more annoyance. When the woman asked to join their team, it caused Remi to slum farther into her seat. She could just imagine what was going through Gerrard's mind and it made her envious of this new lass which could inspire the most vile words. Yet, Remi held her tongue for the most part. "If we have met, it probably wasn't for the best reasons. Maybe theft, sometimes murder. Mostly black mailing though - so more theft. Either way, not a good thing." She muttered with an obiviousy small patiences, "Either way, it may appear that Gerger here may want more company than a sneaky little street rat - Me, Remi, if you were wondering - so perhaps it may be for the best. What's your thoughts, Mage boy? Got your fancy? Although, strange girl entering to say that she was seemingy destined to venture with us allows for some suspicion. Trickery or trust?" It was almost a snarl.

Remi was getting terribly unruley inside. She loved having the attention on her but this woman had charged in to make all the men swoon. It was disgusting. She had disliked this woman even before she knew her name. If Remi woud call her anything, it would be Floosey; however, that would just be her private name for her. Externally, slugger from how she 'slugged' the large man. It made sense to her and would be a socially accepted term. 'Still...the little floosey.'

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Gerrard sat back down in his seat when the young woman came near and lifted his cup of wine to his lips again, his eyes did catch the strange effect such attention was having on Remi as she slowly began to lower herself into her own chair. She had the look as though she was pandering a volley of ideas around in the base of her mind but Gerrard could not really place the look on her face too well.

But what really caught his attention was the frankly gargantuan man that walked in through the door of the tavern, most of the other patrons either avoided looking at him while some of the others managed to steal a look from time to time. Gerrard knew of his kind from the far north but up that way they were known as the Dredge and had a somewhat barbaric reputation, but this mans markings and demeanor spoke entirely different volumes as Gerrard looked on.

The woman popped back into Gerrard's view as she came to the side of the table.

She introduced herself as Asherlin and the first thing that came to Gerrard's mind was that the name sounded strangely foreign, even to his ears. She even made it more obvious that she was prying her attention towards their table becuase the two of them caught her attention more so then the others in the tavern, but more frankly it was because of Gerrard sitting there and she pointed out that he was a mage.
This made him smile, the fact that she thought that was a very reletive fact about her and him but in his mind there was far more to himself then either her or any other could know without his consent.
She did have an interest in Remi despite her predisposition towards Gerrard and it was certain by the look on her face that Remi wasn't really having anything to do with the conversation from her end. Gerrard could see an almost pouting look cross her face as she sank deeper in her seat and bubbled a sly response in the base of her mug.

Gerrard leaned in and stared at Remi in the face for a moment until her wandering eyes met his and he gave her an equally sly smile as he proclaimed.. "Awww.. that is quite a cute side to you, miss Remi" He could tell that she was used to being more the center of things even before they first spoke in this tavern, her body language spoke volumes about it as she tried to displace herself in the current situation.

If that wasn't enough for the situation, the creaking of floorboards and the sound of thumping footsteps helped forecast the arrival of the large Goliath from before who spoke with Asherlin. He was even more boisterous then his look would claim and it was easy to tell that even though he was rather loud he did at least carry himself with a deep self respect and assurance of his own abilities.
The man spoke of the same fact that he to was looking for someone to travel with, and Gerrard almost laughed into his own cup when he thought of the coincidence of the situation and how everything could so easily lead up to this.

Gerrard looked several times between the two and then set his gaze on Remi as he locked eyes with her again.. "Well you both seem to present a tempting offer, however I don't thing the choice is really up to my say." He took the last long drink of his cup and emptied it before looking back at Remi once again.
"What do you think?.. Boss" He gave her a small yet assertive wink at the end just to punctuate his words.

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It cared little to the rogue when Gerger made his comment about her 'cute' side, which was evidently her quiet and annoyed side. Obvious sarcasm. The woman either far too drunk or far too emotional to be caught up in his pity comment. Instead she would glare at him before looking off and pulling her drink to her lips again. 'Whatever. I don't even like guys with long hair anyways. All pompus and uppity.' She cooed silently to herself, shaking her shoulders as in reply to her mental conversation. Inside she juggled the idea of formulating scenarios in which she could escape this hell of a bar. Let the two mages indulge in one another as she played with the war dogs back in her little shack. They would appreciate her, even worship her if she brought them a few bones from the dump. But the thought passed away when a rather large man approached their table.

It would appear the stranger came to offer his help as well. He at least seemed like a more viable partner for Remi. They needed a front man who she could hide behind in battle if ever the need arose. He was a pass in her mind but her nature against floosey still existed. Even when she was hit by another wave of sarcasm by her first member of company, Remi felt no love for the second mage. "Well boss says that if you, nameless man of grand stature, will pumble the last breath from this lass if she steps outta line, you're both in. But when I mean pumble, I mean to death. No more breath allowed." Her feelings were blunt with her statement. Remi even took the brief joy of imaging such a beating on the pretty little red head as she took another swig of beer. It was at the point where she couldn't even taste the alcohol any longer. This was usualy when her own 'flirty' genes came out, but not so long as her mood kept down. If it were to continue, the little lady would most likely fall into a small depression, followed by weeping and then bathing in her keep-sake of stolen treasures at the shack. She prayed it would not.

Remi tried to change her mood by welcoming the large brute - and floosey - into their little bergade as she rose from her chair. Yet, when her hands left the table after pulling herself up she felt her weight shift and pull her to one side. Her hands flung themselves back down to grab onto the wood and steady herself. "Well, I, I welcome you. Yes." She managed a smile from her previously confusedly featured face as she continued to keep herself on two feet, "Sorry, hit me a little harder on the way up. Well, er, yes. Welcome to our deaths! A toast! To the days we will see, the ones we won't." She had a closed mouth smirk at this point as things were still spinning. Remi managed to get her half empty glass up and out before her. "As well, I promise this drunken state is one of a rarer time. Bluntly put, I will be sober by 'morrow. Yes, 'morrow when we set out. Ferinall is the destined destination. Yes." She was interupted by her body swaying to the other side as she grabbed back onto to table. She had not been this intoxicated in a long while. The thief knew she shouldn't have had so much by herself before hand. Drinking away problems was a terrible thing to do indeed. Or so she felt embarressedly as the woman stumbled back into her seat.

She didn't feel sick, no that wasn't the problem, just dizzy. She needed sleep. "Escorting a band of tortured men - no, not tortured by me, silly - but a band all the same. To the home of the beastmaster where I will relieve all guilt of our former party members. Should I have said that? Too late now. I'm sure we will fare much better. An easier task to be taken first. Must smarter. Whoever chose the last one was rather dumbfounded. I blame you, Gerger. Lock and key - and I know locks and keys." She smirked rather slyly. She was at that talkative stage - God help them all. "If it's all the same to you - wait, large man, what's your name? It's hard to address you all individually if I havn't a name."

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Asherlin was taken aback when the woman -Remi- told the giant man to quite directly and knowingly instruct him to essentially kill Asherlin if she got in the way. Asherlin's jaw parted slightly in the horror of the woman's word, they sounded so sincere. Asherlin smiled weakly at her then to Gerrard and to the giant man; Asherlin laughed weakly but replied with a firm "You've got nothing to worry about...I can handle myself." Asherlin looked to Grishnakh and winked coyly at him, "I may be a quarter your size but I promise I won't kill you..." she laughed a little then turned back to Remi to continue her questioning of where she thought she knew Remi from, "Huh.." she said matter-of-factly as she recalled Remi's comments. "I've travelled with thieves before... But I feel like I know you some other way. Maybe you stole from me once" Asherlin said with a cheeky nudge to Remi. When Remi seemed to become more curt, Asherlin fell silent as she listened to the rest of the conversation.

Asherlin looked to Gerrard when Remi it seemed had lost whatever interest she had had in passively agressively speaking to Asherlin. "Welcome Grishnakh!", she said with a warm smile as the man lifted up a barrel from nearby and held it up gulping an impressive and almost frightening amount of alcohol down. Asherlin turned to Gerrard as the other two preoccupied themselves with alcohol and leaned in a little closer, "So, Gerger" she said with a smile, "May I ask what part of the er...art you dabble in?" Asherlin brought a hand up to her clavicle where the necklace sat glowing. Remi looked down at it and her eyes widened when it began to emanate a soft warmth. As Gerrard spoke her eyes darted upwards and around the room and she caught sight of a man healing the hands of the barman. "Well well well" she said with another smile crossing her face, "It might sound like the start of a bad joke but... We have another mage in here.. and he can use healing magic!" Asherlin stood up and looked across the floor, "That's him... I just saw him use it... Plus my necklace told me" Asherlin said with an eager look towards the man; she'd never met someone who could perform healing magic before.

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Gerrard gave a small grin at the words Remi cast towards Asherlin, though he knew that her words had some merit it was most likely because of her inebriated state of mind. That and the fact that she was chomping at the bit for some entertainment for herself and at anyone's expense.
His grin cut halfway when Asherlin called him by the alcohol doodled name that Remi used on him earlier and his face went blank with a beguiling expression when she question what kind of a mage he was. "Does it matter?" He fired back with a quickly chirped smile "It should be okay to know that I hail from the sorrow peak holds far in the north.. and so do my teaching."

Her reaction from what he said could not be seen however, she had already noticed a person near the bar who could use magic as well and he leaned in with Remi for a second to get her ear. "She's rather easy to distract isn't she?" he leans back and pulls out a thin crystal pipe from his satchel also retrieving tobacco from a small pouch next to it.

"No matter it shouldn't be a problem.. just don't let her watch your back while a lock needs picking and everything should be fine. Although.. you could have me do it.." He gives Remi a sly smile like she shot at him earlier in an attempt to pull a response from her.
But it was their new addition in the form of a giant of a man who could chug mead with best of them, that made Gerrard wonder about how this would bode for their chances in a cramped space like the last mission.

"So.. Grishnakh.."
"Are you capable of combat in tight areas?"
"Because the last time we fought it was nowhere near the room needed for man of your size. "

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Gerrard gave a small grin at the words Remi cast towards Asherlin, though he knew that her words had some merit it was most likely because of her inebriated state of mind. That and the fact that she was chomping at the bit for some entertainment for herself and at anyone's expense.
His grin cut halfway when Asherlin called him by the alcohol doodled name that Remi used on him earlier and his face went blank with a beguiling expression when she question what kind of a mage he was. "Does it matter?" He fired back with a quickly chirped smile "It should be okay to know that I hail from the sorrow peak holds far in the north.. and so do my teaching."

Her reaction from what he said could not be seen however, she had already noticed a person near the bar who could use magic as well and he leaned in with Remi for a second to get her ear. "She's rather easy to distract isn't she?" he leans back and pulls out a thin crystal pipe from his satchel also retrieving tobacco from a small pouch next to it.

"No matter it shouldn't be a problem.. just don't let her watch your back while a lock needs picking and everything should be fine. Although.. you could have me do it.." He gives Remi a sly smile like she shot at him earlier in an attempt to pull a response from her.
But it was their new addition in the form of a giant of a man who could chug mead with best of them, that made Gerrard wonder about how this would bode for their chances in a cramped space like the last mission.

"So.. Grishnakh.."
"Are you capable of combat in tight areas?"
"Because the last time we fought it was nowhere near the room needed for man of your size. "

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Gerrard looks on as Grishnakh puts his barrel down..
"Whenever there isn't enough room, I can make room. Think of me like a battery ram, only with an ax and its own legs. I'll break down any wall I need to make room."

He chuckled back at that little concept, but when Grishnakh returned with the fact that they might consider him a barbarian.

"No.. no no.." Gerrard spoke back with some dismissal tones slightly shaking his head from side to side. "Your actually rather well contained, but those of your race from up north are rather horrid.. not doing much of a service to keep their dignity. Last I saw they still practiced cannibalism in the white mountains."
He goes silent for a moment with his fingers rattling on the table top and a sly smile across his lips.

"If that tells you something about the state of affairs in my home land, then believe me its true.."

For a moment Gerrard sits up and slicks his hair back and straightens his sash, he then pulls a match from his pouch and lights his pipe taking a long and seemingly enjoyable drag off the start. "I myself am a mage, and my associate here is a rather fine rouge who I can vouch for is rather skilled." He gestures towards Remi as he speaks with a large puff of dark smoke escaping his mouth, making him appear as a talking chimney.

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Morrin stands from his spot and takes his drink in hand. "Thanks for the offer, I'll take you up on that. Just make sure my friends here are on that as well." Morrin walks over and sits next to Asherlin, "I'll take this here spot if you'll allow me to join your group. From the sounds of it you could use what skills I could provide." Morrin looked to each of the group, his actions and voice still completely void of emotion as always. "From how this fine lady here sounded you could use someone to help with healing. Granted my healing magic is not perfect when used in conjunction with my herbalist knowledge I can prove to be quite the effective healer. Granted that is not my only asset to you four, but that is a game changer in many cases."

Morrin sat his glass down, no sound escaping it at all. "If you must know a name to call me by then please use Morn. From what I can tell we have a man of stone named Grishnakh, a rouge thief who is currently drunk, an arrogant playboy mage, and fairly energetic inquisitive and nosy mage. I mean no offence, after all I fit in quite well into this little mix." Trying to decipher what Morrin meant by what he said as he faced each in turn as he described them would be in need of a mind reader he is so void of emotion. It was more like talking to a robot with a mind of its own than a person.

After the dark colored scheme of his clothes and pointed ears the most notable thing about Morrin was the fact that his eyes were covered with a cloth. From what anyone could tell where his eyes should be are completely covered by a cloth. Normally this would effectively make someone blind, which would make it pretty much impossible to know who was where, let alone not run into anything while walking.

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"Excuse me?" Asherlin snapped after listening to the newcomer mage. "Watch the way you talk to others." she scolded, "I might be inquisitive, and sometimes distracted.." he gaze turned to Gerrard, then her eyes fell upon Remi, "But I'm not incompetent, I don't get in the way, and just because I tend notice my surroundings more often than others doesn't mean I'd ever let my guard down when travelling with someone." Asherlin took a deep breath and heaved out a long sigh as she stood up and glared at the table around her. "Contrary to what it seems most people think, I can handle myself and you" she said openly to everyone in the group.

Asherlin grunted in annoyance and turned behind her to grab a pint off a nearby table and took a swig and gave a glare to the man who seemed to be annoyed at her for stealing his drink. "Don't even" she said as she fished in her pockets and pulled out a coin and threw it on his table. "Here... that should cover it" she muttered as she turned back to the group. "And you" she said looking back to Remi, "Stop ordering him to hit us whenever you get irritated, he's not your personal weapon." she said as she looked to Grishnakh. Asherlin held her breath as Remi it seemed was in her own world as she asked Gerrard to take her home. She spoke to the group and said a little groggily, "Any of those heading out with us tomorrow, meet at the doors of this bar tomorrow at sunbreak. You're late, you're left behind. Good lick, gentlemen and slugger." Asherlin rolled her eyes and turned to the rest of the group, "I'll be off too.. see you tomorrow everyone."

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Morrin looked to Asherlin then the others before standing up. "Seems my words were taken in the wrong way. No matter I will see you all here in the morning." Again, his voice and actions were void of emotion. Considering the time of night it was he might just be tired for all they know, though this was normal for Morrin. Before leaving Morrin placed enough coin on the table to cover his water and even three barrels of mean or ale. "Whatever has not been paid yet tonight is on me and feel free to go to the limit of what this will cover."

Morrin went to the barman and spoke a few words to him. After which the barkeep seemed to direct him to another place outside the Black Lantern. Morrin then was soon out the door and on his way to the closest inn. He got his key and quickly made his way to the room. He got ready for bed and kept his bow shaft next to him within easy reach and out of sight to anyone else. Before falling asleep Morrin muttered to himself, "I'll have to make sure to apologize in the case my words might have been taken the wrong way." With that Morrin drifted into a light yet comfortable slumber.