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Wake the White Wolf

Ethaeri

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a part of Wake the White Wolf, by Zap.

Ethaeri, the Home of all Creatures.

Zap holds sovereignty over Ethaeri, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Ethaeri is the homeland to many different creatures, humanoid or not. They have all lived in harmony for the past century, despite their warmongering pasts. The Human Empire controls most of Ethaeri, with only the Highland Elves to the North and their allies in the Dwarves of Mount Haumond being separated from the Empire. The Felyan Elves have not been above the surface in over 100 years, but now that the Divide has been broken and the High Queen has been enchanted, will they return to enslave the world under their rule?
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Ethaeri

Ethaeri, the Home of all Creatures.

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Ethaeri is a part of Wake the White Wolf.

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Wrex [16] "Monster hunting is the way of my people. A glorious path to honor. War is a waste of honor and time"
Kyrie Var-Rae Quint [10] "I will walk beside a man, but never behind one,"
Falön Rix Bene [8] "What is this thing you call 'fear'?"
Nahte Caasi Drahcir [0] "I'll barter with you, because I am a man of words, not swords. Even though I will kill you if I have to."

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Wrex trudged through the sewer-like cave. This was the cave of one of Wrex's least favorite monsters, goblins. Little green pests, that's all they were, and the only challenge they provide is trying to hit them. Such trivial trail was much greater for those who are over six feet tall. However, they were stealing food and such from the village who hired Wrex, so he had to remove of them.

Squish! Wrex lifted his foot to see that he had stepped into a pile of rotting foods, the goblin's favorite scent for their living spaces. They had to be close by. A few steps in and Wrex came face to face with one of the sleeping room look-outs. Before it could scream, it was covered in a bath of acid.

Now in full alert, he moved in on the goblins. The man from the village who hired him had given him a pack of explosives that could be used to close the goblins off from the outside world. The only problem was that the entrance to the cave had been too big for it to work. The sleeping chambers, during the day, would be the perfect place to strike at. Small, narrow, and filled with all but the lookouts.

Upon reaching the sleeping chambers, Wrex shoved the sack into the hole, running a fuse out to the entrance of the room. Lighting it from a small fire on conjured above his thumb, he now moved away from the soon to be cave in.

Boom! The explosion rang as Wrex stepped back into the light of day. The sound of the cave collapsing was music to Wrex's ears. He killed them without having to worry about striking his toe with his sword. Now he faced the path down to the village.

The many dragonborn of the village moved about their various honorable tasks, from forging weapons for the hunters to cleaning up the farm animals. All the work was honorable, as the dragonborn would have it no other way.

Many of the denizens cheered as Wrex walked down the street. While the goblins were little threat, they were sneaky and kept many a dragonborn up at night watching their food stores. Now, most of them could sleep, which at least earned some cheers. Upon entering the tavern, no one made a sound. Many were too drunk, or too busy drinking, to notice Wrex walk in and take a seat. The barkeep came up and handed Wrex his payment and a free drink.

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Through the quiet calls of the nimble sparrow and the proud chickadee, the murmur of small rodents and scaled reptiles, slipping in between the proud, stout forms of the red wood, and the graceful, svelte frames of feather haired birch, there was a sound. Slight in volume, yet swollen with the uneven hem of thought and emotion, it carried, sweeping silence over the flora and fauna with the swiftness of an early winter frost. The crowns of the mighty and old whispered sweet nothings to the passing clouds, while beneath their green boughs, the very air tensed, and turned its gaze upon that which disrupts without notion or cause. From where such creature remained, bright eyes stood high in sharp contrast to dull gazed beasts of common, flickered through the stiff, aged forms, and spoke again.
"Illúmina, custódi, rege et gubérna." Var murmured, before turning her eyes skyward. "My apologies, Silva," Though she was not one to lay belief in superstition, years of being taught by Uncle René to respect all living things were not going to let her forget her manners. It had been foolish too go this way, anyhow, and falling in a ditch filled with stagnant, mosquito infested waters, was not the worst out come that could occur. It was, however, really friggin' annoying, and a crappy ass start to her already mediocre excuse for a day. Negative thinking aside, at least she wouldn't over heat.
Having made her way out of said ditch, she had planned to continue on her merry way, until night fell or she happened upon a lone deer. She herself sabotaged this plan of action when she caught sign of wood smoke, peeking lazily between the multitude of bare and covered trunks. The tiny beacon of danger and opportunity drew Var through the watchful wood, until her stance brought her one foot in and one foot out of safety. Her spine was arched slightly, poised in a defensive crouch that spoke of wariness and the weighing of possible options, ready to spring into action, or slink back into the soft arms of the shadows. Var could feel the darkness cling to her frame even as she took her first step forward, murmuring soft affections into the shell of her ear. With a low, primitive growl, she severed herself from their familiar voices, straightening her body into a considerably more human pose, as her boots left butterfly light kisses away from the trees.

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As Var moved across the distance that separated her from society, having left the line of security and certainty behind where it had been scoured into the earth, she quietly murmured a comforting lullaby of old beneath her breath. The english words had long been lost to her memory, if ever had they been nestled there, but the comfort it brought was not forgotten like its meaning. Her voice was quiet, rough compared to most maidens, and in no way lilting nor captivating, but such was not necessary, and neither, in turn, well practiced.
"Guten Abend, gut' Nacht
Mit Rosen bedacht
Mit Näglein besteckt
Schlüpf unter die Deck,"

Although there were further lines, she stopped short of them, an instance of instinctive action, turning to fear and hostility in the slipping of a knife from a sheath, and the bending of knees to crouch among the undergrowths.

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Character Portrait: Kaijuu Character Portrait: Argus Umyn Character Portrait: Falön Rix Bene
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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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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.



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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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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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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 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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Wrex walked to Argus as he spotted him going into the tent. The man looked like a warrior, a warrior who was troubled by something. To others, this may have been something that would have put them off, but to a dragonborn who has taken the creed, it was a call to action. A call to action, as much as it was a curiosity that Wrex had to sate.

Standing at Argus's tent, Wrex looked with interest at the tent, wondering what could bother the human inside. "You are bothered by something, warrior. I will to know what it is so I may be able to figure out whether or not I can aid you." Wrex spoke in his kindest voice, which still sounded like quiet fog horn. After asking his question, Wrex stood up, showing his full size and armor, the sheathed bone sword dangling on his side.

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Argus had walked away quickly, before even answering Wrex. Why would any warrior decline aid, or at least speak as to why they can't or won't? This confused him severely. He was used to warriors who kept a neutral respect of everyone and were more than willing to help and be helped.

"I really don't understand what goes through a human's mind." Wrex voiced, not realizing that he was speaking. Why were humans always like that? Wrex thought that dragonborn tended to be proud and prideful. This human, from what Wrex could gather, was far more than any dragonborn that he had ever met.

He then looked to Jag. "You wouldn't happen to understand humans, would you?" Wrex questioned. He expected no answer.

Wrex sat on the ground. He was confused and knew only one thing that could clear his head, meditating. Putting his hands on his knees, he ran through a set of powers he had learned many years ago and repeated many more times. First, his body became surrounded in a dull, cold, white flame that gave ice rather than flames. Next, bolts of lightning began to jump around Wrex's armor, each creating a light blue pulse of light. Then the leaves on the ground began to circle him at waist height.

Now was the time to practice the new magics. First among them was causing the grass to grow around Wrex like a new set of armor, before being blow away from the dragonborn. Then was the increase of raw strength, which after charging up for a few minutes, Wrex used to throw himself through a tree.

Lifting his head, Wrex opened his eyes. He observed, only the moon as his light, the forest. To him, it was beautiful and new. Then Wrex saw the dancing light of fire. It was still, moving as if the floor had caught fire. He could not let the forest burn.

Wrex shot down the forest, ignoring anything but the quickest path to the fire. Bursting from the tree lines, Wrex looked around, seeing that the fire had been held in Kaijuu's mouth. Disappointed in himself for mistaking the flame, Wrex turned, his head hung low.

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Wrex marched along the dirt path. He hoped that the simple trail would lead him back to civilization, hopefully one that would be able to point him back in the direction of his homelands. This was not his first time visiting human lands, as he knew that the dwarves would not come to surface.

A few hours of walking behind him, Wrex arrived at a small tavern, sitting on a 10 way fork. A few carriages were parked to the side of the building, along with some horses tied around a tree. Wrex began to think, wondering whether or not this was a common trade route. A carriage back to Dracnor would definitely help speed up the journey.

Opening the creaky wooden door, Wrex walked into the tavern, named "The Heavy Traveler." Within it were folks who did not look the likes of traders, but a few of the patrons did. Many had sacks with them, a few had crying children. Some were soldiers, by the look of them. Wrex knew something was up if soldiers would be part of a group like this.

Wrex walked to the counter, looking at all the others who were looking back at him. He could hear whispers among the other patrons, whispers like "What is a dragonborn doing this far from Dracnor?" and "If a dragonborn is here, it must be bad!" He had no clue that anything was going on. Wrex could only assume that some massive beast had attacked a town and those around him were refugees, assuming that a dragonborn was brought in to kill whatever destroyed the town.

When Wrex sat down, the barkeep walked over to the bar across from him. "Why are you here?" The barkeep asked, leaning over the bar, inspecting Wrex carefully. "I was in Solvain hunting a telepanther. It struck me, and next thing I know, we are fighting on Mount Haumond in the beginning of the night." Wrex spoke, many of the humans looking at him with great intrigue.

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| Jag |

Through the emptiness and quiet of the solitude in self, the only emotions left to feel being those that it harbored, did, to its ears, come words for which it had known before.
"..it'll change your life forever." For in this life, not ten thousand moons had passed, but by the mind, ten thousand years, in fact. So Jag turned eyes to the Demon-Man, and the Dragon-Women, and quiet like, burned with intrigue from the days of Before. With memories stretched long over the times now having come and passed, such sounds burned through the mind into its soul. By nature its species was curious, and could, feasibly, live forever in its sentient state. They passed on in energy alone, leaving memories behind to those who require them. Jag's life was merely a blink in eternity, but its past was a glance in the eye of perpetuity. It existed for what was new, discovering and rediscovering things of old. That which could change the life of a dragon, was a mystery of undeniable attraction to its mind. It allowed its thoughts to pass back over its surroundings, watching their receding forms with visual excitement. Although its eyes did not change, its ears twitched, and its tail sway slowly, the ivory tip leaving tiny trenches in the hardened earth.

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By her path cut away from the forest, she came to the village she had glimpsed through the trees, hesitant to enter it without prior knowledge. While there were hundreds of small towns in Ethaeri, Var was cautious about going into a situation in which she wasn't privy to any before hand information. However, she had already ventured from the woods, and it would be foolishness to skulk back to them now. She had come for a reason, and that was supplies, news of the coming War, and perhaps, some trinkets that she could lift from the undeserving and rude. Her first stop, however, was the local tavern. While the men were lascivious and usually intoxicated, she was more than capable of protecting herself, and often, bars were rich with news (although it tended to be highly unreliable), and people too hammered to notice their pockets have become lighter. Pushing her way through the crowd, she took her place at the table, trying not to curl her lips as someone bumped into her, clearly inebriated. She didn't look at the bartender when she ordered, just passing the needed coins over. Money had little worth to her, but sometimes, it was necessary. It wasn't like she planned on actually drinking, but if she didn't order something, she'd be booted out for loitering.
"Your cheapest bourbon," Glancing over, she narrowed her eyes at the stranger to her right, while, to the left of her, someone or other was talking to the barkeep.

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"Solvain? I have no idea where that is." Said the barkeep, giving Wrex a questioning look. "That wouldn't be in Dracnor, would it?"

"Yes, it would happen to be in Dracnor." Wrex said, laying coin on the table and pointing to one of the bottles. When the second barkeep came over and picked up the right bottle, Wrex gave a nod. He then took the bottle and opened the top, taking a swig as the barkeep asked "How did a little telepanther get you all the way here?"

"The thing was bigger than me." Wrex said, the few that had listened to his conversation looking at him in total awe. Wrex took another swig of the orange drink.

"You mean to tell me that you managed to take on a telepanther that was bigger than you?" The barkeep said, obviously not believing what Wrex was saying.

"No, I am saying that I killed it." Wrex said defensively, slamming his shield on the table, the massive claw marks showing the size of the most recent encounter. "In my line of work, fighting things bigger than oneself is everyday."

The barkeep just stared. Sure, Wrex was big, but him fighting things that are bigger than him, no killing them, was insane. He barely even knew that creatures got that big, believing that all the stories he had heard were simply exaggerated drunken tales. Now, a dragonborn showed proof to a fight with a creature bigger than itself... and stated that it was common for him to fight that large of creatures.

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"And what line of work is that, Dragonborn?" Var admitted the rare sight was somewhat aw inspiring, but she refused to ogle, or comment. She'd heard of such creatures, living in her small town, but none had ever been seen within its borders, and little was known of them. Her uncle had claimed he'd met one before, when he was younger, but it was only briefly, and she was never quite sure she had believed him.

Var was fairly confident she already knew what line of work he worked in; she highly doubted he went around killing telepanthers for fun, so he was probably some sort of monster hunter. He didn't look like the vigilante or hero type, so it was likely a paid job. Not from around here, that was obvious by his words, as much as the unusual quiet in the bar. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the group small group of hovering men, too timid to inquire further about the Dragonborn's adventures to bother him. While she waited for his response, she allowed her eyes to wander, burning sharp and bright as she took in her surroundings. There was a certain wariness to her, as if she wasn't used too being around others, and it clung to her frame, mixing with the scent of wild things, and nights beneath the crowns of trees.

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"The great and honorable path of the monster slayer." Wrex spoke, turning to Var. At first, he had simply expected to exchange glances, but their was something about how this woman was looking around her. It was like she didn't see much of other people. "If I remember correctly, most other races determined it to be dishonorable." He said, with a slight distaste in his mouth.

Wrex hated the fact that other races had gone against monster hunting. Not only was it an ancient path that all peoples had once followed, but it also helped to control the size and density of vile creatures. However, something seemed wrong to Wrex, as he had not encountered anyone who sought help with a monster. Did the other races find some way to neutralize monsters to prevent them altogether? Or was something behind the lack of monsters outside of Dracnor? Was the outlawing and the mysterious lack of monsters and monster hunting something that was part of a greater plan? Maybe a more vile one?

The men who surrounded Wrex didn't seem surprised by his line of work, but taken completely off guard by how he followed the answer up. There were no whispers among them that asked both if monster hunting was actually made illegal and if Wrex had a large amount of knowledge of the world outside of Dracnor. To them, Wrex paid no head. Var had caught his attention.

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Var allowed her lips to curl with the faintest beginning of a smirk. He was a monster hunter, and clearly, a long way from home. Which, hopefully, meant he was leaving here within a day or so. If she was lucky, he'd only stopped in for a drink, and would be gone long before the crack of dawn. She wasn't sure if Dragonborn slept as long as humans, but she had some wax candles in her backpack, and it would be easy enough to set up a clock to wake her early. Of course, that may not be necessary, if she could convince him to take her along. She didn't require a man to protect her, but she had limited geographical knowledge of official pathways, and the forest tended to be exceptionally slow in some areas. Besides, there was safety in numbers, and while she knew her way round a short sword, a tele-panther bigger then a Dragonborn wasn't something she really wanted to run into, alone, in the woods.

Swinging around to face him, she took a shot of her bourbon, allowing the fermented spirit to trail metaphorical flames down her throat, where they pooled in her belly. While she hadn't originally planned on consuming the drink, a bit of liquid courage would not go amiss in such a situation. Although Var was not above manipulation, honesty was a better course with certain species. She figured a Dragonborn would appreciate a more blunt, to the point approach, without all the falsified interest, and probing questions. Flicking her eyes over to the barkeep for a moment, she returned her attention to the man before her. However, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the men still lingered, whispering among themselves. Her eyes narrowed, her voice sharpening to a rigid, cold point.

"Most races would be content to allow others to dispose of their problems, but consequently, prefer such people remain out of sight, and therefore, out of mind. It makes it considerably easier to maintain an illusion of safety and control." While before, the men had simply whispered and stared, she felt the affect of her words within moments, comparable to dropping a match in a dry grove. Anger keened in the rising of voices, the feel of the room changing in front of her. It was hard to tell if the cause was because of her words, or her gender, but caring about others opinions had never been her strong suit.

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Wrex took in the words that Var spoke. At the end of them, the men of the tavern had become rather noisy. Angry noisy. Noisy like they don't like having illusions taken down. Any worthwhile dragonborn would have listened with respect and decency and honor. Instead, these men acted like wild animals who preferred their worlds over reality.

With a little anger of his own, Wrex loudly smashed his leg armor into the bar, making a sudden sound that silenced those around him. He spoke, saying "The dragonborn prefer honor to silence. We would much rather know the problems that we face so that we may remain strong against them should they ever overtake our defenses. All must be made strong, or when one falls, so will all. This is what we are taught from hatching. This is what we learn through our lives. This is what we understand from the deaths of others."

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Var snorted softly at the Dragonborn's words, shaking her head from side to side. He was clearly a long way from home, and it was... refreshing. If only the world were so sweet and simple, that strength and honor meant something to the likes of these people. She was not one to speak of such, for she was a thief, and an outcast. However, Var had never pretended to be either. She was not in the habit of breaking promises, or making ones she wasn't sure she could keep.
Her voice may have been louder than was truly necessary, but it was the edge of bitterness that hung in the air, long after the final syllable had left her mouth.
"They are men. Cowardice is their defining feature." Her lips held an uneven line, a slight tremble of anger that was barely concealed, for even though the people had quieted, it wasn't out of respect.
After all, men only listened to men.

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"That is only one set, but likely more. The reason humans like these..." Wrex spoke, the crowd gently becoming louder again as he smashed his armor into the bar again. After a short, animistic growl from the dragonborn, everyone understood that this warrior was speaking, and did not take kindly to interruption. Once he felt he could speak again, Wrex continued "Honorless are the way they are is because their is no mold for humans. They have no base. They are able to overcome anything through adaptation and unpredictability. This is also a great weakness, as it is difficult for your kind to understand one another, making you all struggle more to understand those outside your kind. These men may not carry honor, but do not be surprised if you ever find any to whom nothing matters more than honor."

Done with his little speech, Wrex took a look around. It was obvious that aside from the bartender and Var, he may not have made many friends. It was obvious that the men were not likely to attack one at a time, they were just smart enough to not do that. However, the whispers of attacking all at once sounded about them like the subtle hum of a distant army's march.