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Hakon Paleflame

An Artificer and Weaponsmith from a Draconian land of Volcanoes and Ash, On the run from something.

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a character in “Zenith Empire”, as played by Smeath

Description

Physical Description: Hakon has the typical bearing of a Salamander. Above average height, around 7'1", weighing in at 200 lbs. His body is covered in scarlet red scales, giving it a leathery texture, as well as a tougher exterior. Behind his blunted snout, strong brow, and the frills at the cheeks and ears, is a crest of horns, as well as a few running up the front of his snout. His eyes are a bright, Golden-Yellow, and shine brightly, even in low-light conditions. As well as a long, prehensile tail sporting a pale red, heatless, harmless fire that, on a whim, can be weaponized.

Personality: Hakon is a man of intelligence, diligence, and wisdom. He dislikes confrontation, but will not refuse a fair or friendly fight, which is often followed by copious amounts of healing magic, medicine or recovery time. When in battle, his conduct is often a game of speed and force, moving swiftly, and with an inventive strategy based around his opponent and what information he has gleaned pre-fight, and changes as he learns more about his enemy. Overall, honor and respect are important to him, and if you stab him in the back, or betray his trust...prepare for him to come crashing down on you with fire, teeth and claws bared. However, his experience with the opposite sex is...lacking, due to his frank distaste and distrust of the females of his race and their domineering ways, and the resulting bias as he has had little willing contact with females. As a result, seduction tactics will likely leave him flustered or, in the unlucky case of those too aggressive, challenged and just a little hostile. And flirting may remain unnoticed, as his lack of experience makes it difficult to send such signals, rather than just being blunt with ones desires.

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Equipment & Abilities: Hakon sports a large number of articles on his person, equipment being his forte in terms of preparation. His arms and armaments are listed as such:
Endless Revolver- A six-cylinder pistol from before the destruction, found and modified by him, magically reinforced and enchanted to constantly create new ammunition.
Shadowed Holding Coat: Light seems to bend around the interior of this magically reinforced and enchanted leather coat, which hides his clothing and weaponry, which allows him to store a much greater amount of equipment and aids him whenever he must hide without the aid of his inventions.
Stealth Drive: A small, metallic disc attached to his coat, disguised as an honor medal, is really an emitter for a spell that warps the light around him, allowing him to vanish from sight almost completely, leaving nothing but the signs of travel, and the weakest distortion in the air as evidence of his passage.
Barrier Generator: A bracer on his off-hand wrist conceals an array of small runes which weave an enchantment that, when triggered, throws up a barrier around his body that repulses harmful elements and kinetic attacks. Of course, the battery life isn't very good, and it could be overloaded and/or bypassed if he isn't careful.
Truesight Glasses: A pair of glasses whose lenses are magically tinted to pierce through a great variety of invisibility and illusory enchantments, which allows him some ability against being confused by said trickery.
Shock Probe: A small wrist-mounted wire launcher attached to a bracer on his other hand, enchanted to electrocute the target of the small, metallic spike on the end.
Lightning Striker: A hand-held, pistol-like object that, when held and charged by physical contact with a magically-attuned being, allows the emitting of an electrical strike not to dissimilar to that of a lightning bolt thrown by many experience mages. Of course, this item burns out if overused, and has the smallest chance of detonating with the resulting overheat.
Heart-Seeking Daggers: A pair of Daggers Hakon forged and enchanted during his youth and training as an Artificer, these weapons always seek the heart of the enemy of their wielder, affording a much greater likelihood that he will strike his opponents lethally in a melee.
Elemental Breath: Hakon has the ability to, like much of his kin, breathe a large cone of non-magical flames.
Immunities: Hakon is naturally immune to fire and incendiary effects, due to his race's natural progression and evolution, and his muscles and mental state are incapable of paralysis, meaning he is unable to be paralyzed or put to sleep forcibly by magical or non-magical means.
Low-Light Vision: Hakon can see perfectly in low-visibility conditions, such as torchlight, moonlight, and starlight.
Darkvision: Hakon can see perfectly in the Dark, affording him a much greater ability to operate during the night.
Claws: Hakon's hands are tipped with natural claws, sharp enough to cut through skin and flesh if utilized correctly, but also useful as a precision instrument for other, more delicate tasks.
Magical Affinity: Hakon is capable of casting spells of any form of complexity or intensity, and registers other magic-users on-sight, as do they register him.
Rage: Hakon can, like all in his race, fly into a blinding rage, becoming a martial hurricane that sees neither friend nor foe! His strength increases tenfold, as does his speed and endurance, allowing him to take an almost supernatural amount of physical punishment. The fact that his brain registers nothing but hate and anger at this point also frees him from the ability to be mentally dominated or controlled, as the mental hurricane of emotions leaves too much in the way of even the greatest mentalists.

Historical Background: Hakon Paleflame was born under a peculiar passage that marked him as a child of great interest. He was watched as he grew from a child to an adult at the age of twenty. A masterful marksman, tactician, enchanter and smith. He was, as one would anticipate of the tradition-filled and militant peoples of the Salamanders, paired off to a great warrior-huntress of great prowess. His mental ability and skills often being declared and praised as prodigious, and that in conjunction with her martial ability and prowess would make him a suitable father to a greater breed of warriors. Of course, Hakon, being a man of himself and one for the freedom of travel, stole away the night before their supposed union, on foot with his equipment and a few weeks worth of food. He wandered for years, being stalked and hunted by his unwanted betrothed, among others, often outwitting her aggressive and domineering ways. Though he has proven himself a contesting foe in the few steel-on-steel engagements they've had, outpacing her and forcing her to fall back, allowing him to retreat. Or, alternatively, tricking her into making errors that open up an avenue of escape from their contests of might. Now he arrives at the golden gates of Zenith, gear on his back, revolver in its holster, and a mind full of possibilities.

So begins...

Hakon Paleflame's Story

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As the vendors prattled and peddled their wares to the peoples of the city a young, but startlingly tall, creature walked through the light drizzle of the day's rain. This being, this man, was seeing the city of Zenith for the first time. It was evident enough in his movements. Each step seemed to hold a small semblance of reverence for the expansive Metropolis that had seemed to establish itself here, almost as natural as the forests around it. His flaming, scaly tail flicked about to and fro, his golden glowing eyes shone brightly beneath the hood of his coat, which seemed to obscure much of his face. He wondered to himself, certainly not lacking in the presence of might to avoid speaking aloud "This city, in all its splendor. I've been looking for somewhere like this for a long, long time." The salamander wandered slightly, stepping out of the rain underneath the awning of a nearby building. He sniffed the air, felt it with his tongue as well "My scent seems to be drowned out by the rains. Good. Maybe then SHE won't be able to track me here." the thought made the draconian feel something he hadn't felt in a long time, since he'd been travelling. Glee. Jubilance, Joy, Happiness, TRIUMPH! These were feelings he had thought lost to his despaired and hunted mind. He was here, he was free for the time being, and he would at least be able to perform his usual routine with little worry. His mind went to said routine. Stock up on supplies, acquire a room, perform maintenance on his equipment, sleep, eat, and then leave. But, if he was correct, he wouldn't have to leave! The feeling was liberating! Though, despite his joyous revelations, he wasn't paying attention to where he was going, and he bumped his snout into the side of a building. Feeling just a little embarrassed, Hakon had decided to move on, hoping nobody had noticed, and decided to call him out for some reason.

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Hakon, whilst wandering about, takes notice of the group of people slowly gather, but shrugged to himself, noting it as likely something of a culture of the city. He takes a half-second, to side-step past a small blue girl on her way around the market, as he approached a nearby butcher's shop. He had to restock his rations, he'd just had lunch before he hit the gates, so a decent meal and some more food to carry with him really would really be remiss of him if he didn't pounce on the chance quickly. Though he honestly hoped they accepted gemstones or work in exchange for supply. He'd yet to see what kind of currency the people of Zenith utilized, and all he had from his initial run from back home was a few sapphires, a dusty emerald, a handful of Rhodochrosite, and a pouch of obsidian shards, the actual currency from his old home. Though, for a moment, his mind was at ease, despite the fact that the noise was bothering him just a little. That little nagging voice in the back of his head, always whispering angry, angry thoughts. But, the thoughts were of no consequence to him as he reached the shop and took a moment to observe. Were these people likely to be kind and patient? Or hurried and business-like? These were questions that a travelling salamander had to ask himself before he spoke to the residents. Otherwise, he may just find himself on the receiving end of a very confused and misunderstood sword swing, spear thrust, or arrow. Or, much worse, scammed or pressured out of his last shard! The worst fate for those of his kind who couldn't hope to pay their weight with might or talent alone.

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Swish swish. Sway sway. Wiggle wiggle. Inside the shop, fairly close to the market to nab some of the business but a bit away from it to reduce the noise and the crowd. It sometimes became too much for one shop owner. As Hakon stepped into the well lit, wooden building, he would see a big brown bottom swaying in the air and a tiny, stubby, brown tail wiggling. There was snuffing and the scratching and clanking of things being pulled out from shelves and rummaged through. This all went on behind the counter though. As Hakon drew closer, all movement stopped and the obviously round being sniffed quietly. And then he stood up, big and brown and a Bear. Jok the Bear. Jok the Butcher Bear. He specialized in Fish but what bear didn't like tender meat. He had a big black nose and small black eyes, round fuzzy ears and massive fuzzy paws, a long snout, a pink tongue to lick his nose and sharp bear teeth. And Jok was loud. Jok was very loud, as any bear should be. And he didn't wear pants. He only wore a button up and a leather vest. "Why hello there!! Don't you smell new!! Welcome to Jok's shop! I sell all types of Fish and all types of meats!! I catch em' all myself!! Hahahahaw!!! What would you like?! Come now, speak up! Never seen a Bear before?!" He bellowed when he talked and roared as he laughed, huffing and wiggling his nose to take in Hakon's scent. His tiny black eyes were wide and staring as he grinned.

Once the guards let Jaek past, they gave eachother an uneasy look. That cloak and clanking wasn't very innocent. They just hoped he didn't have any explosives. Sighing, they all returned to their checking of visitors, giving them a gentle nudge when they passed or sending them to the side for further investigation.

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As the young Salamander approached, he was caught slightly off-guard by the bear-being's sudden and...oddly refreshingly animated personality. His own emotions just seemed to want to flare in a positive radiance of happiness. As Jok spoke, Hakon's own expression seemed to lift a little, and he gave Jok a friendly, if perhaps a bit toothy, grin. Displaying both his own enjoyment of the conversation, and his very, very sharp teeth. He claps his hands together and rubs them a little, before cracking his knuckles idly "Well, a pleasure to meet you, sir. Yes, I'm new in the city. I've traveled hundreds of miles to get here, and since that last stretch between a small town and this bright, shining metropolis, I've run out of food. So, I figured I'd visit a butcher and get myself something for my time in the city." he retrieves the small pouch of gemstones "I'm afraid I don't have much, but anything will do until I can find some stable work." he says, tilting the small leather pouch down and letting the small stones trickle out into his open, scaly hand. The first thing Jok would note upon taking in his scent is that his clothes seem covered in the smell of gunpowder, but the rest of him seems to be surrounded by a smoky scent, not too unlike meat being roasted on a roaring fire.

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Jok's tiny little eyes sparkled as the gem's were poured into the Lizard's hand. Shuffling out from behind the counter, made wide just for him, he comes over to him and leans down to examine the jewels. What is personal space? Nothing. That's what. His nose snuffs at the jewels, and since he was taking in the scent so deeply, a bit of the moisture from his nose wet Hakon's palm. Jerking his head up, he licked his nose and stared at the being. "These will do just fine!" He chuckles, his stubby tail wiggling quickly. "Now tell me what you want to buy!! I think I have something you'll like!! Salmon?! Fresh and big and red! These are aged into their season, full of flavor!!" He starts to waddle off to the back storerooms to fetch the fish, his ears wiggling.

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Hakon looks distracted for a moment, noting the moisture as it evaporates almost on-contact with his scales, leaving an amusing little cloud rising from his hand, before shaking himself back to reality "Certainly! Fish, Beef, anything you reccommend that could last me a few weeks while I do my thing in this city!" He says, enthusiastically as he lays the small handful of gems on the countertop and stands there, waiting politely. He waits patiently as the bear walks for the storeroom, idly questioning "So, you've been in this city for a while? Got anybody looking for an extra pair of hands? Or, claws, as the case may be?" Never too early to start asking about what needs done in a city that might earn him some funds or food while he gets himself situated. Or while he gets ready for the bug-out if his 'betrothed' finds him. As much as he hoped that wouldn't be the case, it never hurt to prepare for dangerous situations.

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Jok was pilling meat for the newcomer, happily humming as he picked out nice sized pieces from his stores. His ears wiggled as he heard the lizard calling, his nose wiggling as he thought for a moment. "Zenith is a massive Kingdom so it would be wise to watch where you offer your hands!!" He laughs. "Buildings, Shops and Homes are taken care of as soon as possible but it becomes too much for the assigned to handle!! Ya know?! If you're looking for small payments of coin in exchange for your help then I would move on down.." The bear comes waddling out of his store rooms with a massive package, tied with trustworthy string. He sits it on the counter, continuing to talk, his teeth flashing and his tongue curling and wiggling. "... to the residencial area and then to the Industrial area!! Industrial will have a larger pay out since you'd be messing with the machinery over there! A lot of invetors are over there too! Trust me, friend, no one in Zenith is without a job! And if you are then you must be a lazy lump of skin!!" He roars, bringing his fuzzy fist down beside the package. Once he finished, he huffed and gently picked out an emerald from the pile of jewels that Hakon had in his palm before. "These gems are worth a lot so I wouldn't give em' away for a couple slabs of meat! I know I'm good but I also know my worth!!" He laughs again, deeply and heartily. He found himself very funny. "And since you obviously don't have any change, this should keep you in good light with me for a good 2 weeks worth of pay!!" He grins, his eyes shutting for the value of the smile.

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Hakon smiles visibly, listening intently to the bear's stories and advice. Once he mentions the industrial section and its inventors, a small puff of smoke rises from his nostrils, and the fire on his tail starts to burn just a little brighter. At this point, he's visibly grinning. He slides the remaining gemstones back into their pouch, and places it back on his belt, making sure the cinch is secured well enough, although accidentally revealing his revolver to the bear if he were paying too much attention, before nodding and picking up the meat, giving a hearty chuckle, and outstretching his free hand to the bear for a firm, friendly handshake."Thank you, Jok. You're the first friendly face that this set of scales has seen in a long, long time. I'll take your advice on where to go, especially now that I'm aware of kindred souls in this city. I'm gonna try my luck in the Industrial area, see if any of them are looking for more minds or steady hands."

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Jok's eyes flash with interest at the revolver on the hip of the scaly man. When he offered his hand, Jok hugged and roughly took it, shaking it and squeezing with a bear'sites strength. But he didn't squeeze too hard. Hands were frail under the pressure of a bear in certain lifeforms. It took Jok a while to learn this, but he was catching on, his tail wiggling. "Watch that gun.. I will admit that it is very eye catching and someone will be quick to either steal it or pawn it off of you." He warned in a rumbling whisper, his eyes deep and dark. Giving the lizard'S hand one last squeeze, he laughs and gently pushes the package toward the customer. "I'll bump those two weeks up to three.." Jok rumbles happily, having thought on the value of the emerald and the reptile's person.

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Hakon grins widely, sliding the package into a pouch in his coat, certain the properties of the extra-dimensional space would keep it well-preserved. Once the grasp of the bear is released, he nods solemnly "I understand. Thank you for the advice." and as he turns toward the door, he takes a moment to look back at Jok, smiling gleefully "Don't worry about me. Anybody touches my gear but me is going to get an old-fashioned Salamander punishment." he says, giving his flaming tail an excited shake, letting the small amber fire on the tip draw a circle in the air "We're a quite brutal race, if you understand the inner-workings, though I doubt even a big-and-tough bear like you would want to visit Scalescar Valley, much less stay there long enough to meet the local inhabitants." he muses, before finally stating "Stay safe, friend." and with that, he opens the door and exits, leaving on a high-note by tipping his hat to Jok and closing the door.

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Hakon wanders erratically through the marketplace, taking the time to observe his surroundings better, though with a far greater emphasis on detail and caution, using a variety of clues in his environment to locate what he needed for where he wanted to go. He muses idly to himself "Now, if I were an entire industrial sector of a thriving metropolis, where would I be...?" before deciding to actually look up and locate the smoke clouds drifting away from the city, and deciding that following them to their source would be the best course of action for him. Likely more safe than the myriad of other things that could happen, should he choose a different path.

A short distance away, Torm was making his usual rounds. He had started up near the palace, making his way around the various sections of the city, and had decided that now was a good time to check around the Marketplace. If he were correct, some of his former comrades in the Processional Guard would be on patrol on-lend from the Kiffar Clan Procession to bolster the guards of Zenith after the casualties they sustained in the Cold War. Of course, the dead of the Kiffar only amounted to those lost on patrols, which numbered in the dozens, rather than the hundreds that Zenith itself had sustained. Thankfully, this meant that the population decline they would experience from the loss of even that many would be minor at worst, and the Kiffar would recover nicely. A stable population was an important aspect of their kind, making certain they always had enough people to fight, or protect the ships, or even to monitor the additional systems. Of course, there was always the White Initiative, but they hadn't used that protocol in centuries. The last population spike had been somewhere around thirty years ago by Earth time-tables, and even then, they had refused to activate it. But, putting the past out of his mind, Torm was brought back to reality as he sensed the presence of fellow Kiffar, as well as other psychics. He quickly scanned around, using both his sight and his mind, to locate the people he'd picked up on. And was pleasantly surprised to see at least three others of his kind, one warrior of the Cold War, and two fresh apprentices, young men and women who were completing what remained of their basic training come the end of their youth.

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The thick crowd of the market slowed slightly in order to make a path for Jaek. He was large and intimidating. The few who had challenged him during his time in Zenith had half of the fame of a celebrity. Rumors, whispers and talks of his feats and habits were always laced into Zenithian conversations. As the Frost Giant passed by, donned in his armor, the citizens were pretty good about not staring. For the most part, they were becoming used to his presence but still careful. From a few men in the crowd he recieved passive glances from narrowed eyes and from the women he recieved sighs and long stares, giggles, whispers and suggestive waves.

Once the moment of him entering the marketplace passed, the bustling continued but Jaek still had his space. The only one who interrupted this was the little blue female quietly slipping about his legs. She was a child so she had no sexual interest in him. She was a growing pickpocket, her interest was simply to gain something from his person. Hopefully something good. His sparkling and shiny armor had made her pupils dilate and her fingers itch. As he moved, she stuck with him, examining him and trying to find pockets or shiny weapons, she even ran her soft blue fingers against his cool armor a few times in awe.

Not only did Jaek recieve whispers but so did Torm. His whispers were more restricted to curiosity and fear. Zenithians knew nothing about him or his race. Species in Zenith who had come from the endlessness of space didn't even know what planet or galaxy they were from. So for him, people stared a little too long and stayed out of his way.

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Hakon picked up on the thundering roars of an angry man, and decided that now would be the best time for him to pick up the pace. He quickly departed from the marketplace, his gear and recently acquired food in-tow, and made his way for the industrial area. He was looking forward to the men, women, and...creatures in-between, he would meet and who among them would turn out to be his peers. Though that nagging doubt in the back of his head still told him that he shouldn't stay settle for too long, or she'd find him. Of course, he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, and focused more on getting out before whatever happens, happens.

A short distance away, Torm, having recently acknowledged the silence, stares, and whispers he received, simply continues his walk. Right up until he hears the screaming he'd not heard for at least a week, which made him sigh and shake his head. He reached out to his brethren, informing them that they should simply work to contain the situation. The Frostarian was not one to be fought when there were Apprentices around for him to capitalize on if he were to get desperate. With that said, the others departed, likely off to inform some of the more apt Kiffar sentinels, and Torm began to stride toward the howling and screaming, one hand on his weapon beneath his robes. Hopefully just his mere presence would be able to curb whatever madness was occurring. If not, he would simply strike for parts that could be mended.

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When Jaek departed the scene, the female blueskin decided not to follow him into such a sketchy alley. She knew where it went but she didn't want to visit, so she scampered home to examine her winnings.

When the crafty Goblin went flying into a Fruit stall, the merchant cried out and barely had time to escape. Rising from the remnants of his income, his pink skin darkened a few shades and the black pupils of his blue eyes narrowed. He started to curse the Goblin and the Frostarian in the words of his people, waving his arms about.

Almost immediately, three guards were tensed and armed assessing the situation. Jaek was steadily approaching Hemsley, who was groaning and slowly getting to his feet. The armored Titan bellowed and the guards jump and look at one another. Then, in a blink two of them stepped back, leaving the middle man to look from one to the other in shock. "Wha-?! I can't do that! Look at that!" He whines. Gesturing to the scene.
"Nono. We'll get help and you stall..!" The first guard says, already backing away.
"Yeah! It's been done before! It can't be that hard!" He smiles encouragingly but his eyes betray it.
The guard who had been elected pants and stares at the Frostarian, gulping and his eyes wide.

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Hakon moved quickly, clawed feet clacking against the stone of the street as he paced himself. He was excited by the thought of working with machines and magic! He hoped they would have better tools than he did. He could smell the smoke and steam on the wind, he could sense the magic all around him. It gave him a sense of calm, as well as the excitement of finally being around his mental kin. His first order of business, occupation. He needed to find someone who would take him in and allow him work and time for experimentation. Hakon took the time to search for some things, such as an Inn or a notice board. Perhaps someplace to ask around for work. He could definitely do with some time to settle down.

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Hakon straightened his jacket, obscuring his gun far more than before. Doubtless if too many saw all of the shiny objects on him, they'd be inclined to try their hand at legerdemain, and try to make his possessions disappear. He took the moment to observe the Northerner, considering what exactly their species' relationship was. Hakon was akin to fire, to the ash-filled south. Whereas the Frostarian was precisely what the name claimed. They were akin to the cold, icy north. He'd heard tales from the Oldscales about Frostarians during times when the Salamanders were more tribal, and before the Cull had happened. Organized, Efficient, and Deadly were the words he remembered most.

This, however, did not deter him. He simply took time with his approach, making an even pace. He even attempted a casual wave toward the Northerner, as if attempting to hail him down for a conversation. After all, confidence and appearance were vital for a good impression. He waited until he was within a safe distance to speak, before actually doing so. It'd be rude to take the first word by simple assumption, though he doubted the Frostarian actually cared.

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A beast of a being shuffled into the space beside Hakon. Tusks jutted from his mouth and started to curve upwards but didn't make a true spiral, only a slope. A quarter as tall as the lizard, Its skin was a midnight blue and it was swelling with muscles. The eyes of the beast were black but large as it breathed audibly and grumbled to itself in an deep tone and rough foreign language. Crossing its thick arms it gives a final snort before snatching a paper off of the board it had been staring at upon arrival. It then walked off, its shoulders hunched as the crowd parted for it.
Along with the Bull-Type being, many other workers, of all shapes and sizes, were crowding the board and taking a minute to examine its content before taking a paper and walking or scampering off. A few even came to add more papers to the board.

Overall none of them gave Hakon or the Frostarian the time of day. They were too busy.

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Azazel was his name. The Frostarian had a knack for being inventive, especially when it came to warfare. He loved machinery no matter the material. Metal was the first word that came to mind when one thought of machinery, a common misconception to be sure. A machine was anything consisting of several parts that worked together to complete a specific task. What better place to survey machinery than the industrial sector of Zenith?

Curious as to why so many had gathered here at this board, Azazel had wandered over to see for himself. He was busy reading the many different papers until he had noticed movement in the corner of his eye. He turned to find a rather tall lizard, rather humanoid in stature, wave to him. Not many had shown that kind of friendliness or courtesy to him until now. Pleased, the Frostarian turned and waved back, a grin evident on his face.

"How do you do, friend?" he asked, glad to finally have someone to talk to. These mindless droves were so intent on finding work or fighting over work instead of the finer things of life that mattered most. "What brings you out to the smokestacks of the simulacrum of Zenith's wealth and production?"

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Hakon, upon reaching the Northerner, was grinning as well. He was glad that he finally had someone else to talk to "I'm a recent arrival. Doing much better now that I'm off the road." he answers, smiling heartily "I'm out here looking for a chance to use my brain and my claws, rather than my muscles or my flames."

He reaches out one of his clawed in an offering of a handshake "My name is Hakon. Artificer and inventor by trade. And yourself?" he questions, attempting to be as friendly as possible to a potential partner. Two heads make for a better strategy than one, which is absolutely necessary for him at the moment. That, and this one seems to be much more personable than others he had met before.

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A stark white hand took hold of the dark clawed one. "The name's Azazel, weaponsmith. I'm here working with the Frostarian Embassy located in the political district. It's good to see a friendly face around here, newcomer or not." Azazel grinned widely, genuinely happy to see another of his trade within the walls of Zenith. "I don't suppose you've already found something to keep your brain and claws occupied have you?"

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Hakon grips his hand firmly, and with his usual heated grasp "A pleasure to meet you, Azazel. I'm glad to know that other warrior-races have craftsmen who value their minds over their steel." He says, before sighing heavily once the handshake ends "Unfortunately, I have yet to find some real work, not that I've had an opportunity to do so. I've only just arrived within the walls of the Industrial Corner. I've been in the city for about eight or so hours." he explains.

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The Frostarian retracted his hand after the shake, feeling his palm with the other. For a cold-blooded critter, that hand shake had been rather heated. As he listened, the Northerner's features brightened up significantly. "Indeed. Others can use what I make for whatever they wish. I'm not much of a fighter when I don't have to be. I'd prefer to clank than kill," he chuckled.

Grinning wider than ever, really revealing his fangs, Azazel decided to give his new found friend a proposition. "Say, since you're so new to the city, allow me to get you a drink. We'll talk some business there and I'll see if I can get you set up. Part of an inventor's success is getting his name known. How 'bout it?"

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Hakon nods his agreement with the northerner's statement on preferring crafts to war "I am in absolute agreement. I only fight when necessary, however that does not mean that I have neglected my strength or talents. After all, much of my talent was discovered while I was working with my weapons."

At the sudden proposition of a drink, Hakon's expression expands from a grin to a flat-out expression of joy and amusement "A drink sounds good right now, and working on something that might actually get me some commission, rather than sitting behind a desk or taking orders from some greedy manufacturing company." he states, before nodding "Let's get that drink."

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Hakon listened intently while the Northerner spoke, adding in his own little points of interest or notice whenever he could, despite not really having a whole lot to say. He found that the guards' weaponry wasn't exactly the most efficient, but was certainly more effective, than his own peoples' weaponry for their usual warriors. When Azazel started to speak to him about the history of their peoples' he felt more than a little relieved that his own kind were not remembered about this area. Because that meant they wouldn't remember this place.

When they approached the shack, he was a little confused, before they'd finally entered and the structure made sense. Hakon stood quietly and waited for their introductions, before taking his seat. They had business to discuss, and a drink wouldn't make too much of a difference for his mental state.

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Hakon takes the cool mug with ease into his clawed hand. He listens intently to Azazel's speech, thinking intently on the words. As he listens, the images of his past and his people flash through the back of his mind. And for a time, his thoughts were cheerful, and his excitement was more than great enough for the anticipation he had possessed on his way here. However, when the Nephilim's tone changed, that was when he had decided to drink. His face turned grave, and he tossed his drink back, taking a long pull and draining his cup, before planting it back firmly. He displays his sharp teeth in a small grimace, thinking before he answers. His speech is clear, concise "What I want....Well, what I want the most is my own big name. I want my mind and my hands to be loved by many, and to be protected from enemies new and old. I want to be remembered by this city for centuries beyond when I turn Oldscales and die in my own flames, or fall prey to existential circumstances." he says, before adding "So, I suppose you could say I want what most want at my age. Power, wealth, and a legacy that can turn aside disaster." he finishes, swishing his pale flame at his side. These were his more selfish desires, but his extended desires were more focused on his own kin.