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Falön Rix Bene

"What is this thing you call 'fear'?"

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a character in “Wake the White Wolf”, as played by STimore

Description

Name: Falön Rix Bene [Fah-LOAN RYEZ BANE]
Nickname: Jag
Sex: Genderless
Age: 279
Occupation: None
Race: Minor Elemental
Magic: None


Abilities: A funny little creature, it possesses control over electrical currents. Perhaps most would imagine it raining lighting and storm on the earth below, but it is neither capable of such, nor something of much use. Instead, Jag retains the ability to interpret and effect the natural electrical currents that modern scientists would call synopses. A difficult, precise, not to mention undocumented art, Jag requires close proximity to the affected. It can not so much read a mind, as record the pulses that represent current thoughts, and attempt to translate the given info. Due to the muddled mannered and enigmatic nature of brain activity, Jag can understand very little of the input received. Usually, it takes note of consistent, repeating electrical patterns to identify a certain word or phrase, rather then attempting to make sense of it all. As for affecting choices, this requires considerably more energy, and physical contact to attempt, and isn't compliant to a modern day view of mind control. Using its own electrical impulses, Jag can confuse or alter the synopsy of other beings, to a small degree. As it improves, Jag will get better, but for now, usually sticks to itself, using its powers to disarm hostile travelers long enough to flee. It has a spattering of other abilities, including incomparable speed. As the saying goes, 'light is faster than sound,' as well as just about everything else. At top speeds, the heat and energy created by the elemental can kill surrounding creatures. IT is because of this, that it tends to stick to easier, less fatal forms of travel.

Physical Description

Having evolved from a race that existed on a purely sentient level, Jag's physical appearance tends to be a somewhat neglected facet of itself. Retaining a humanoid form, its frame is thin, to the extent of appearing malnourished by human standards, with slender limbs that often hang at its side, as if it has forgotten they are there. Jag's long legs end in short feet, with five webbed toes, and scaled bottoms. Its hands are much like that of humans, except for two extra digits on each, allowing for six fingers and two pairs of thumbs. One thumb is on either side of the hand, several inches above the interior and exterior of the wrist.
With narrow shoulders and an arch-less spine, its body is reminiscent of a young child, picking out favorite creatures, and attempting to combine them. Its tail is long, with a layer of stiff, but fluid scales, and has a sharp, scythe like protrusion near to the end, composed of ivory. Its face is usually covered by a rough, primitive mask, beneath which, lays two, round, feline eyes, both bright yellow in color, set in a smooth, flat face. Two short, white, blunt horns are fixed on its scalp, vertically align with the pupils of its eyes eyes. Its ears, while in the same location as those of humans, extend above its head, and resemble those of a bats, or perhaps a Fennec fox. It uses its hearing and sense of smell above other senses, but will exploit its inferred vision to avoid other creatures. Capable of speech, it finds words a very limited form of expression, and prefers silence to talking. Its only additional features are its long, black hair, tied back in a braid, and its skin is pale blue-grey.

Personality/History

Considering its disconcerting physical appearance, Jag's social skills are not exactly acclamaited. It is not capable of expiriencing loneliness, fear, or jealousy, and tends to be a generally peaceful creature. If one were familiar with it, they would learn to recognize that its grasp of happiness is different then most others, and, within its own expression, a rather cheerful being. It is young for its kind, making it restless, and curious in the extreme. It will aid lost travelers, but has a habit of stealing small trinkets. Jag has limited understanding of personal boundaries, space, or privacy. It is blatant, childlike, and does not lie, because it does not occur to it to do so.

Equipment

Jag dresses in a very disordered manner, preferring brightly colored clothes and vibrant patterns. With no concept of gender, it tends to dress comically. However, to avoid detection, it usually sticks to a simple, brown, frock coat, over short trousers and a pale lavender blouse. It doesn't wear shoes, and is ridiculously attached to a striped woolen scarf. It carries no weapons except for simple bone knives.

Likes:

Bright colors, nickknacks, sweet food, soft fabrics, puzzles

Dislikes:

Hostile creatures, loud noises, snow

So begins...

Falön Rix Bene's Story

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| Jag |

The air was crisp, nipping at the soft tips of Jag's ears. The left was folded against the insistent tug of mountain wind, whilst the other stood perked, a barely perceivable shudder passing down its spine. The ring of voices slipped inside its head, quiet like and incessant, broken pieces of emotion and intent whispering sweetly to its mind, and it turned its gaze to Mount Haraumond's mighty shoulders. The forest grew grey about him, specks of vibrant light burning as leaves do on the trees in autumn, with warm bellied birds and the slightness of the puma out in the wood beyond. Such negligent sounds ringing out in peaceful silence, and Jag turned its gaze there, upon those who would disturb. Its head cocked to the side, processing the half-breed and its non-human companion with the curiosity and fearlessness of a child. Its mind knew to avoid, but so did it seek solace in discovery, that it would go move forward, into their path. Jag’s slim body drew itself abreast a tree, to watch those who moved with purpose, and its tail quieted, the ivory spine hooked over its left shoulder.

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Kaijuu let him take the flagon and smiled. It seemed as though she wouldn't have to bribe him with her gold after all. She was actually relieved that he had taken it. She couldn't stand the taste of it and if he had not accepted it she would most likely have thrown it away and she hated wasting things. She nodded at his proposition, they would travel together until night came and he answered her questions. Where she went from there was anyone's guess.

As they walked she tried to plan ahead but found it difficult, if he knew something about the ogres' whereabouts it was obvious that she would follow this lead but if he didn't then she would be back to square one, again. That was the problem with her quest, it was all hearsay, she would get information from one person that lead to another and then another but eventually they all ended the same way. Somewhere along the road she would be given bad information that led her to someone who knew nothing and she would have to start all over again from scratch. She hoped this wouldn't be a dead end like all the others, now that there was a war in the works those cowardly ogres might show themselves again and her parents could finally rest in peace.

Although her mind was miles away, focusing on her revenge, her senses were still tuned to her surroundings and they were being watched. She couldn't tell just who, or even what it was. It moved like nothing she had ever heard before and her inner alarm brought her back from her daydream and told her to be on her guard. She didn't know if Argus had heard it, she doubted he would care even if he had but she did care. She made sure to step lightly, her body tensed in case it ever decided to attack them. She coudln't afford to lose Argus now that he had agreed to talk so for the first time in her life Kaijuu was willing to fight for someone other than herself.

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Once night broke over the Forests, Argus sighed deeply. He knew his time was coming, he knew that every night he slept, the closer his demon would come to get him. He led his companion out into a Forest clearing and stopped in the middle of the grass, before pulling the belt around him off and sending his swords and pouches to the ground, quickly followed by his camping equipment. He would have to stay tonight, although now he would prefer to keep watch to protect his companion. She didn't seem like someone that could handle themselves...yet. He took off his overcoat and revealed his Wolf armour, before beginning to set up his tent.

"I have another tent there, set it up across from mine once the campfire burns." Argus explained, stumbling into the forest to collect firewood. He appeared moments later with a few branches, they were long, but nothing his axe couldn't turn into a campfire. He retrieved it from his pack and began to chop the wood down, before placing some pebbles in a circle and dumping the wood inside. He had survived in these woods for almost a year, and counted himself as an expert survivalist, one of the perks of being the Wolven Marshall. His time was coming to an end, and he knew of a promising recruit.

He crouched over the wood and cupped his hands, before whispering something into his hands and allowing his eyes to tint purple, before he released the flames onto the wood. He watched as the campfire blazed, and when he knew it wouldn't spread, he grabbed his pots and pans and set his temporary stove over the fire. He rolled out a mat beneath the entrance of his tent and set it down, before sitting on it and beginning to cook.

"You had questions, now is your time to ask them and my time to answer them." Argus said, looking at his companion. "Speak child, for we leave at sunset."

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They had stopped for the night and the half breed began unpacking his things. Kaijuu always traveled light and she gazed around at all the things he had brought with him. He had many weapons, most of which she could identify but he also carried many things that were foreign to her. He told her to set up something called a tent when he came back with firewood. But before she could ask he left to get said wood. What was a tent? And why did they need firewood, or even a fire? Was he cold, couldn't he see in the dark as well as she could? She shook her head and focused on her surroundings, if she tried to figure out why humans did half the things they did it would take her a millennium.

When he returned with the firewood Kaijuu did as he said and began setting up the other tent, she was accustomed to sleeping under the stars, using her wings as her only protection from the elements. But she would try anything once and tonight she was going to attempt to sleep in a tent. She watched him as he made a small fire in a circle of stones, how did he expect it to spread if he put those stones around it? However, she was more interested in how he had started the fire in the first place. As far as she knew he was not of draconic blood yet he started it as easily as she could have.

As she watched him even more questions rose to her mind, what was he doing with those metallic bowls? He put them over the fire and left them to heat up, why? She sat down on the opposite side of the fire, puzzled. But when he told her to begin asking her questions she ignored all of these and focused on the most important one. "I've been told that you know what happened to the ogres. They disappeared from this land about a decade ago and no one has heard from them since. Do you know where they went?"

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"Ogres?" Argus chuckled, sitting back in his tent. He had not heard mention of the Ogres in almost a decade, almost as long as they had been gone. His historian background was good, but he had seen firsthand about the location of the Ogres. He had been there when they were freed, he had watched at Varecia's side as he unshackled their minds and stood at his side when they returned to their mountain homes. "That is a tale."

"I'm assuming you've heard about the Felyan-Human Independence War? I assume so. The Ogres played a big part in the army of the Felyans, having been enslaved and corrupted alongside many species, like the Bats that fought our griffons and the Spiders that matched our horse mounts. They were the battering rams of the army, but even their brute strength could not break the Maeran Walls. When the Wandering Wizard, known by his ancestral name of High King Varecia, returned to his Kingdom and banished the Felyans, he freed the Ogres of their affliction, knowing that they were a docile species. They retreated back into the mountains, where they haven't been seen in, like you said, almost a decade."

Argus spoke with fascination and intent, but even he could sense something about this woman. She wasn't human, he could tell that, but such things did not matter to him. He simply ignored the fact and check his stew once more, which he found ready. He took two bowls from his pack and poured the broth-like substance into them and handed one to the woman, eager to see whether or not she would eat it. All it was made from was lamb, peas and carrots, it was a healthy dish. There was something peculier about her eyes, they seemed human but he knew that was a clever and deceitful ruse, and ruses were the specialty of a rogue, or someone that did not want their identity to be discovered. What she needed this information on the Ogres for was unknown to him, but from her facial expressions, she knew hatred and anger whenever she said the species' name.

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| Jag |

Even from the distance of a dozen or so yards, Jag could feel, as much or more so than he could see, the change in the Dragon-Girl. The signs spoke of awareness, and he could feel its eyes searching with swift precision, the very trees stretching in their slow, sleepy recognition. They rarely paid mind to the creatures that creep and crawl beneath their arms, which tempted Jag to slip from its place of hiding, ears twitching against the breeze. It knew it was able to flee faster then this creature could follow if danger arose that could cause bodily harm, and the beings body language suggested it would not attempt to chase it, in any case.

Its tail slowly lowered until it almost brushed the ground, before curving into an s-shape. Jag's scaled feet griped the earth, hands bent as it advanced on four legs, with a somewhat awakward, yet efficient gate. It's body was almost feline, bright yellow eyes unblinking in curiosity. It decided to follow them, allowing them to dread on. Jag could track them with its inferred vision for miles, following their heat signatures long after they had passed out of even his sight.

Jag stopped when only several meters away, left ear flicking towards the half-breed while the majority of its attention was turned upon the Dragon-Girl. It had waited until they were settled before approaching, unconcerned as ever. Its conscious reached out, a web of thought and sentience, rather then the less effective, pesky use of words, nudging against the two creatures with little regard to privacy or personal space. It could read little with its focus so split between the two, using the words spoken aloud as a key to the thoughts kept quiet in their conscious. Demon's.... Ogre's... the scent of alchohal, fouling its nostrils, ash, old fire... Jag growled softly, not with aggression, so much as verbal input that still maintained some of the lucidity of thought.

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Kaijuu finished her chunky drink and licked her lips. She now understood why humans liked it so much, it was delicious. She didn't know why Argus didn't finish her sentence and frankly she didn't care. After years of searching, years of being led down one dead end path after another she had finally found those murderous beasts. Her hands instinctively turned into claws when she thought of tomorrow. She had never been more excited for a day in her entire life. Even if she had to burn the mountains themselves to a crisp she would find and end every single Ogre. She had been so enthralled by her own imagination she didn't even notice when Argus left her and went to bed.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of something approaching. She looked to her right to see the strangest creature only a few metres away. She looked over to Argus for confirmation that he was seeing the same thing but he had already retired to his tent. She looked back at the strange thing and tilted her head a bit to the right. Her hands were still scaly claws, prepared to fight if need be but before she could even begin to formulate an attack, it spoke.

It didn't really speak since it's lips never moved but she could still hear it inside her head, communicating with her. She could hear its thoughts but she couldn't understand what it was trying to say. It mentioned Ogres, Demons, alcohol, and the fire but none of it made a lick of sense to Kaijuu. So she tried to communicate with it, in her own uncouth way. "Come on then, out with it. What are you trying to say? And what are you anyways? Where did you come from and what do you seek here?" She stared at the creature, waiting for her answers.

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Argus found himself in the Wolf Homestead, which was consumed in fire and battle. He saw three soldiers advancing towards him, like he had before. He remembered it well, but did not know how or why. He had seen this scene before, but he did not know why. He tackled one soldier and slit his throat, before ducking another's blade and thrusting it into his underbelly. The third one caught him by surprise and went to cut him, the edge of the blade slicing his cheek, barely missing his eye socket. The Soldier went for the killing blow, but was shot in the back of the head by an arrow. Kathrina, the Hunter of the Wolves, stood in the forests and beckoned him towards her, which Argus gladly followed. He continued to follow her through the woods, but eventually separated from her and found himself lost, the fires blazing around him. Smoke from the fires began to circle him, engulfing him and blocking his vision. He began to cough and splutter, forcing him down onto one knee. The Demon appeared through the smoke and immediatly grabbed his blade before he could stop her, crumbling it like she had done before. She grabbed his chin forcefully and peered into his eyes, which glowed purple and enchanted him once more. She had him exactly where she wanted him, and was stroking his cheek with her index finger whilst her other hand rested on the back of his head. She relaxed his muscles and brought him down onto one lap, and without a word, began her possession process, tightly holding his hands and staring into his eyes.

The Possessed Argus shot upright in the bedroll and stood upright, not being able to control his movements. It grabbed his sword and unsheathed it, before walking over to the tent's entrance. Argus began to fight the process, trying to free himself. This allowed him to control his movements, which caused the Possessed Argus to stumble whilst it moved. It exited the tent and started to move closer to the woman's tent. His eyes were pure black with purple irises, showing signs of becoming a beacon.

"You...do not...belong here!" Argus stuttered, a gruff voice shadowing his own. He stumbled towards the woman, feebly raising his blade to attack her.

Argus fought with the demon, struggling as her body began to turn to dust and beginning to enter Argus, the possession was almost complete. He knew he would lose, and he was going to in a matter of seconds. Maleficarum was his destiny, becoming an abomination that preyed upon travelers.

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Kaijuu had angled her body towards the strange creature that had approached them wary of it. It was strange in appearance and the way it communicated only made her even warier. She was naturally cautious but tonight she felt even more jumpy than usual. While she waited for it to answer her questions she got a funny feeling. Something felt, off but she couldn't quite place the feeling. It wasn't coming from the creature although she had focused all her senses on it, it felt like it was coming from the direction of Argus's tent.

Suddenly the alarms in her head all started ringing at once and she spun towards his tent. Argus came outside, sword brandished but he looked nothing like he had just a few moments ago and his movements were jerky and uncoordinated. She looked into his eyes and they were different as well, as if they were not his own. She tensed up as the thing approached her, feeling the flames rising in her belly, ready to let them out if need be. When it spoke it did not sound like Argus either, the smooth and even voice whose sentences seemed to flow together had been replaced with a thick, raspy one whose sentences were choppy and broken.

She didn't understand what his words meant but she didn't like the sound of them. When the thing raised its sword towards her she released her muscles like a spring that had been coiled tightly and exploded, launching herself directly into its stomach. The force of her attack knocked the thing flat on its back, she straddled it and held it's arms down with her claws, gripping the soil with her nails. "I don't know what you are or what you've done with Argus but I know you aren't him. SO get out of his body before I force you out."

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| Jag |

Jag could feel the discourse, and it jarred its focus, turning its gaze to the half-breed with unblinking eyes. Part of it listened to the Dragon-Girl's threat, but its attention had been drawn and directed. It saw the sword, and within a blink, was standing at its full height, tail lashing. It could flee, but curiosity was greater then self-preservation, and within a half second, it had advanced. Its long arms swayed, head tilted, as it attempted to speak, in a halting, unaffected tone, rough with disuse.

"You thought.... of Daemons. Now.... do you... think of Man?" The question was peculiar, testing, one might think wary, but wariness required fear, and Jag did not feel fear. It as close enough to touch, but it waited, as if expecting something else to occur. Its stance was defensive, tail raised to deflect the swing of a sword, poised to run, or duck, but stilled in thought. It followed the Daemon's movements, as if it was a snake, hypnotizing a man.

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Wrex walked through the daylight forest. He had a bad feeling about this hunt. First of all the reasons was the fact that the villager had no idea what creature had been breaking into his food storage. All he had known is that the creature had seemingly avoided the door as if it were not there. The second reason that Wrex had the bad feeling was just that. Teleporting creatures, or even ones that can temporarily avoid solid objects, were usually bad news.

Then he heard it. The territorial call of a telepanther. Great. A telepanther. Thought Wrex as the thing appeared from tree to tree, soon going between trees on the ground. Wrex put up his shield instinctively, moving it quickly when it disappeared for the last time.



Several Hours Later
Wrex came to as his back smashed into a tree. This was definitely not the forest he had engaged the creature in, and it was nearing night. It must believe that it can use night to its advantage. Wrex thought as he turned to look for the creature. Instead he spotted a fire, then he heard it again. The call.

Bracing again for another attack, he managed to deflect its blow, throwing it off to the side. Wrex then began running towards the camp, turning around when he heard the creature crash into the leaves on the ground. His shield went up just in time to take the hit, throwing him across the ground. After rolling around in the direction of the camp, Wrex stood up watching for it to make a single mistake again. This time it didn't, striking Wrex in the shoulder. Wrex then grabbed the telepanther's mouth, throwing his sword into Argus's tent as he pulled the creature from his shoulder, nearly landing in the fire pit as the two rolled past the little group, struggling to kill the other.

Wrex then smacked into a tree on the other side of the camp, losing grip on the creature's mouth. However, Wrex was not out of moves, punching the creature in the side, then in the head. Then it was gone, but Wrex knew that it wasn't done. They didn't quit until they died, just like a dragonborn. Then it caught the side of his vision, causing Wrex to twist, barely dodging the creature's leaping strike. When it was directly over him, Wrex's mouth began to glow, opening just in time to catch the creature's underbelly with his acid as it landed.

The telepanther, obviously in pain, stopped. With its last bit of strength, it used its abilities to launch its now corpse at Wrex, who was now just too worn move out of the way. From the outside, for a few seconds, it may have seemed like the creature's massive body overtook the dragonborn. Soon, however, the body began to lift into the air, before being tossed off to the side slightly.

Wrex got up, not noticing any of the others in his daze, as stumbled over to his sword. The fact that it had been stabbed into the cloth of a tent didn't force him back to reality, but the feel of said cloth on his feet caused him to pause. As Wrex began to drift back into reality, his sword's tip shot into the ground. He quickly leaned on it as he struggled to stay upright.

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| Jag |

Distantly, it could hear a disturbance in the woods, the rustling of bodies and violent thoughts, a growing undercurrent to Jag's attention upon the strange half-breed and its male companion (or was it female? Gender meant very little to it, but most sentient beings were sensitive to such things). The noise was growing into a physical thing, no longer just the stirring of restless energy in the woods around the growing group of beings. It doubted Mount Haumond had seen such surface activity in awhile, now that the dwarves had slunk of to their caves and nooks away from the light.

When the two battling creatures crashed through the tension of the camp, it didn't immediately turn to look at the sight, curving its ears to listen to the ragged breathing of the Dragonborn and the beast, twitching at the its pained cry. It was only then that Jag turned its own feline eyes upon the warrior, narrowing them slightly. Its head tilted, as if asking a question, but it did not emit confusion, rather propping the creature with a careless thought. It broke off momentary as the Dragonborn stumbled to its feet, moving towards the weapon it had discarded. Forgetting momentarily how little most beings liked to be touched, it approached, side stepping until directly in front of it. Its seven digit hand pressed to the side of its face with the pointer and middle finger, and it hummed quietly under its breath, sorting through its thought with a fickle intrigue.

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The Possessed Argus, who had been pummeled and brought to the floor by the woman, tried to escape but couldn't. The Demon inside the dream stopped and looked around, allowing Argus to jump up and run it through with his blade. He watched as it let out a scream of pain, and twisted the blade to cause more pain to the creature.

"These are, my dreams!" Argus yelled, pulling his shortsword off his back and stabbing the Demon through the forehead with it. Although it had been gravely wounded, the Demon would not die. Only Magick could slay the Demon, and that was Magick that had been long forgotten. "These are my friends! And my Life!"

The Demon screamed as he pulled the blades out and turned to dust, forcing Argus out of his dream. The Possessed Argus shrank away and Argus' eyes and movements returned to normal. He looked at the woman atop of him and threw himself away, before running across from her and cowering. He was a hard and ruthless man, but his dreams were a place he could not control, he had probably stopped the Demon for a while, giving it a chance to heal, but he was scared.

"I, I'm sorry," Argus muttered, looking at his companion with watery eyes and a shocked and confused expression. "That, that wasn't me, I'm sorry if I hurt you."

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Kaijuu's shocked expression matched Argus's. Just moments ago this man had been trying to kill and here he was now, apologizing. Kaijuu would bet her left wing if he had pushed him off the mountain earlier today he wouldn't have apologized but now when he didn't even hit her, just raised his sword towards her, he was sorry. She was never very good at understanding humans and most times she didn't even care to try but something was definitely wrong here. The eyes that were watching her now were Argus's with a healthy dose of fear mixed in, there was no doubt about that. But the eyes that had attacked her were not his, they belonged to something else.

Before she could even ask Argus about his outburst, another stranger arrived. He had rolled through the camp a short while ago and it looked like he had returned for his sword. It had gotten stuck in Kai's tent during his scrap with some kind of giant cat. She gave him a brief glance but right now she was more concerned with Argus's sanity. If he was crazy it meant that the information he had given her could've been false and she would be back to the beginning of her quest again. She watched him closely, her ears were tuned to the strange creature to her right and the warrior to her left but her eyes were trained on Argus.

She watched his every movement for any signs that he might change again and try to attack her. He really did look scared and she wondered what could have possibly frightened him like that. Argus seemed like a man who had been through it all, the kind of guy who would stare down an army of Felyan Elves on his own and not even flinch. So what could have possibly frightened him so much that he now shrunk from her. "Are-are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" She was awful at consoling people. Emotions have never been her strong suit and it showed.

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Wrex felt the strange hand on the side of his head. With this, Wrex's mind shot into a state of half action. The hand that once balanced him on his sword was now holding onto the arm of the creature that had touched him, as he fell. His back on the ground, Wrex pulled the creature so that he could hold its midsection with his free hand.

Wrex noted how Falon was so oddly set up, and the beings strange mask. Even its feline eyes, who usually have violence that shows in their eyes, seemed calm and curious. The extra digits on the hands of the creature reminded Wrex of how dragonborn hands vary from human hands. He then started rolling the creature in his hands, carefully examining every part of its body.

"What are you?" Wrex spoke softly as he put the creature down, sat up, and grabbed his sword before putting it back in his sheath. He had still not had time to see what was around him, but Wrex's attention was on the creature. He quickly asked "Where am I?"

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| Jag |


Jag was quietly surprised by the creatures strength, silently standing up, seven feet of willowy agility. Its mind reach out instinctively, before it remembered the Dragon-Girl's reaction to its advances, unable to understand emotions and thoughts without structure and sound. For the second time that day, it spoke, slightly more lilting then the first time, but still hesitant, struggling to shape thoughts into words,
"You are. . . on.. Mount Haumond... home of the dwarves. . .and.." It looked at the other creatures, momentarily, before continuing, "the dragon... with the face. . . of a man*, and... the half-blood... who dreams of Daemon's... and death." It returned its piercing gaze to Wrex, before grabbing its shoulder, and squeezing it lightly. It hummed quietly, as if proud of itself, for attempting to replicate the social gesture known as the shaking of hands.
"I am. . Jag... and you are..." The crooning got momentarily louder, before breaking back into speech. "Dragonborn..." With that, it side stepped towards the Demon-Half-Breed, sniffing lightly. Jag whined at the scent of 'fear', clicking its long fingernails together in a sign of agitation.


*Gender pronouns don't mean much to Jag. In this case, man means 'human'.

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Wrex looked around. The odd being had struggled to speak, like children learning their first words. However, it spoke its name, Jag. That was the the biggest concern Wrex had. The big concern was the fact that he was now at Mount Haumond, half-way across the continent, in less than a day too! Teleporting creatures were really a bad idea.

Wrex, after the couple of moments of thought, stood up. He leaned on his knee as he struggled to stay standing. Dragonborn could both take a beating and recover quickly, but that telepanther was something else. He had never faced off with a creature that powerful in movement magics. It was rather startling to Wrex.

Wrex looked around, finally. He could see what looked to him like a half-elf and a half-dragon. Still, dragons were deceptive. Each of the two stood at opposite ends of the camp, one having said something that Wrex missed. "I don't know what you lot have been through, but only a few hours ago I was in the dragonborn territories." He spoke, hoping to help calm the other two and show some empathy.

Remembering Jag's words, Wrex turned to the creature and said "The dragon is not wearing the face of a man, but the face of a human female. You can tell by the protruding milk sacs on her chest. Male humans don't have those, it confused me at first too!" Laughing at the end of his sentence.

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| Jag |


Jag flicked its ears, running its black fingernails over a slim, hairless arm slowly, before blinking at the Elf-Demon-Man (Angus? It was hard to tell, names were always difficult, as there was nothing to compare them too. Translating electrical pulses into words was usually not needed. It had been quite awhile since it had happened upon a lost traveler. The wild animals were considerably easier to read) It ran its gaze over the dragon at the Dragonborn's words, baring its teeth. Humans showed their teeth when they were happy, yes? It followed suite by sidling over to the Dragon-human-female, and giving her chest a curious glance, its thin eyebrows scrunching together. Gender wasn't necessary for its species, it was important to the majority of sentient beings, a part of them as much as a means to breed. Inhaling in a timid matter, it returned to where it had been, curiosity sated. The two original members of the party were strange, minds a jumble of pain or fear or anger, packed up and walled in. Their minds were not open, like that of the animals and its own, allowing their emotions freedom so they did not consume them. Secrets.... Why did they have so many secrets? They only brought pain.... It shook its head vigorously, fingers catching in the messy braid running down its back, before looking back up. The Dragonborn (Rex? Wex?) seemed quite a bit more stable, and it gravitated a little closer. So much confusion in two beings made Jag fill panicky, and after a moment of reluctance, pulled away, its awareness receding until it could only hear the quiet palpitations of its companies hearts.

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Kaijuu was shocked, again. Before she could even get an answer out of Argus the strange warrior that had rolled through their camp started talking. It looked as though he had just noticed that they were there. It wasn't surprising since he had just been in what looked like a life or death battle with some giant cat. But still, Kaijuu always tried to be aware of her surroundings, she could have killed him when he was done fighting the cat, if she wasn't so distracted with Argus, and he wouldn't have even known what happened. He wasn't the only thing bothering her, the being that had called itself Jag and called the warrior, what was it, ah yes, Dragonborn was a little too close for comfort.

It had sniffed her before and although she had let it slide this time it was making her mad. First the dragonborn had made a joke she didn't understand and laughed at her. (Something about milk-sacs, was he calling her a cow?) Then the one called Jag invaded her personal space, again and to make it even worse, it kept staring at her breasts. She could feel the fire burning in her stomach and just as she was about to unleash it, Jag left her and went back to the dragonborn. Kai didn't know where these two had come from or why they were here but they made her uncomfortable. With Argus in his weakened state and these two making lewd comments and gestures she had half a mind to say "Fuck it." and just torch the whole mountain.

She didn't mind paying the ogres a visit tonight instead of tomorrow and if things kept going the way they were here she definitely would leave. She looked over at the tent. It was torn on one side from where the dragonborn's sword had cut it. Another reason for her to leave tonight, she wouldn't be able to sleep in a tent, not a proper one at least. She then looked over at Argus, he still looked scared from his experience and she actually felt pity for the first time in her life. He had helped her with her quest, given her a tent and the best food she'd ever tasted. She couldn't leave him out here with these strangers, could she? Kaijuu sat, pondering what to do.

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Argus sat on the edge of the encampment, his sword sheath lying on his crossed legs as he polished his blade. He needed to leave, he had lost his purpose. There was something he needed to do, somewhere he needed to go, away from Mount Haumond. He was a wanted man in Imperia, he was wanted as the Survivor of the White Wolves, but he had heard of the Felyan Charge at Darrundel. The White Wolves were a neutral party, he made sure they never got involved with the affairs of the Kingdoms and the wars they fought, and he certainly didn't trust the Humans for loyalty, but he needed their help. He was lost without the White Wolves, he had no purpose without Monster Hunting, and although it was illegal without White Wolves now, he wanted to change that. He knew that something wasn't right about Darrundel. When he was in the Meet, the Meetings between the Barons, Lords, Viscounts and the High King himself, he knew that there was something dark in Lord Quentyn Damon-Cowles. He was deceitful, wanting the throne for himself, and he was in the perfect place to usurp the Throne from the Corundars, especially if something happened at Darrundel.

Argus made his decision. He stood up and walked to his tent and snuck inside. He grabbed his gear and quickly got dressed, preparing himself for the road ahead. He was heading to the Monastery of the White Wolf. It had been badly burned and almost razed to the ground, but he didn't need the building. He needed his signet ring, and he needed the underground chasm where the equipment, weapons and lore of the White Wolves was held. He had spent too long of a time in the chasm before, burying his fallen comrades in shallow holes without a proper send-off or vengeance. He needed vengeance, but vengeance could wait.