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“Death comes in many forms. You can die by the hands of a God. You can die by the hands of a man. You can even die by the hands of a man, due to the word of a God. Death is the reason I was put on this Earth. There’s no escapin’ that. But how much death can one man bring before it is brought to him as well?”


Astrolanoid Direlios, said to be the most dangerous man in the world. A professional assassin, claimed to have slain more than one million men. A servant of Camarant, whose incredible skill was unmatched. Nobody had ever even drawn his blood, or so it was told. As to where he had come from, it was unknown. Three years ago, he had appeared from nowhere. An entire camp of bandits was slaughtered; one man emerging from the carnage. Astrolanoid.

From that point, the horror began. Whenever somebody needed to die, Astrolanoid would ensure their death. Whenever a man came to possess a large sum of money, he soon came to possess a large sum of poison in his veins. Whenever a man doubted Astrolanoid’s power, he soon bore witness to it himself. All but the foolish feared him. And the foolish soon became the dead.

In actual fact, Astrolanoid lived a simple life once. He was a happy village child, with a loving family. He studied medical skills from his father, and never left his home. However, when Astrolanoid was twenty years of age, his life was destroyed. Bandits raided his village, slaying his entire family and burning his home. Mad with grief, he pursued them, sneaking into their encampment in the middle of a dark night.

Whilst creeping past one of the many tents, he spotted a glowing stone inside a small sack of loot. It was a bright ruby; radiant with a light that appeared to have no source. Curious, he grabbed hold of the gem. Time was stopped.

He was thrown into a dark dimension; the realm of Bilaporak, the Devil God. It was a place where age was halted. Bilaporak had summoned Astrolanoid, to enlist him as a servant. For three hundred year Bilaporak destroyed the young man’s mind; corrupting him and suppressing whatever light remained in his heart. He was trained in combat by the master of war himself, and learned to use every weapon imaginable. He developed a particular liking for knives and stealth-fighting; opting to forgo any magic training. Instead, Bilaporak created a pouch of enchanted stones, with different powers to provide for the lack of magical ability. Adhering to Astrolanoid’s personal preferences, Bilaporak transformed him into the most formidable assassin ever to walk the world. There was not a single thought in Astrolanoid’s mind that detracted from his undying loyalty to his new master.

After three hundred years of training, he was released. Astrolanoid found himself in the Bandits’ Camp. He had been told to do what he willed with his life until he received instructions from Bilaporak. It was then and there that he began his life of thievery and murder. For the next three years, Astrolanoid wondered if he would ever come into contact with his master. Was travelling the world and ending lives all he would do?

No, Astrolanoid was destined for much, much more...

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“They say the day you lose yourself is the day you lose your life. But what of those who never found themselves in the first place? Are they not alive? Will they ever live? And what of those who know themselves, but hide away until not even the brightest of lights will detect them? What must a person do, once finding themself, to truly become that person they should be?”


Tarvellin Verinos was a simple man. Born ten years before Astrolanoid, he was a member of the Noble Verinos family, and a distant relative to the human ruler, King Arovam Servilate himself. He was treated like any noble, far superior to the commoners and peasants. He hated his childhood. He hated the fact that he received so much more than the common children. He held the belief that all beings were equal; regardless of status, appearance, gender, race and even their alignment. Nobody could convince him otherwise. He spent his early life doing everything he could to help the common people; a choice which angered his family greatly.

When he reached adulthood Tarvellin left the capital city and began exploring the world, as he had always dreamed. He never really knew what his purpose in life was. He had always believed that everyone was created with a task to fulfil; a task they could not avoid. However, it was their choice as to whether they performed that task for the sake of good, or the sake of evil. A blacksmith could sell his constructions to the King’s Army, or to criminals. A fisherman could feed others using his skill, or poison the fish and do business with assassins. Although, even an assassin could work for the sake of goodness, if they so wished. Anybody could.

But what was Tarvellin’s task? His dreams were to see the world and help people. He was an accomplished martial artist and fought with a staff, but was not a great fan of combat. He did not have any way of earning money, so what was he supposed to do? He could not help people; he had nothing to help them with. Simply travel until he could travel no longer?

No, Tarvellin was destined for much, much more...

Character List

The Travellers
Tarvellin Verinos – Gavaroc Fevinor
Aradi Tai'em - Asbestos
Kavrend - Ragnaroktog
Daxten Farqet - Raze
Crono Arinborn - Arinblade
Zhaira Darel - NPC

The Murderers
Astrolanoid Direlios – Gavaroc Fevinor
Baralough - DustAndEchoes
Jarvax - Sarzum
Lucius Arvanus - Arvanus
Demir Vol - NPC - DECEASED
Dori - GarnetteDemetri

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The Travellers

Prologue - Zhaira Darel

Semular. The capital city of the Human Kingdom. The Humans ruled the southern half of the continent; the Dwarves choosing to remain in the northern mountains. The capital city was a gargantuan place; always bustling with activity. It was purely by coincidence that Tarvellin Verinos had chosen to rest there. He was planning on leaving that very day, heading southward. He really had no clue as to where he would go. Little did he know, his days of aimless wandering were over.

As he strolled down one of the extremely busy streets, he noticed a small sheet of paper pinned to the wall; an advertisement.


Forget heading South, Tarvellin thought to himself. He knew this was the group for him. He quickly booked himself a room at the Rusted Blade tavern, biding his time as he waited for the 8th to come about.

When the day finally came, he packed all of his equipment away and half-bounded down the stairs to the tavern's bar. Grinning, he approached the bartender with an excitable "Where do I find Zhaira Darel?" He was pointed to a large table in the corner, where a young, athletic woman sat. Walking with his trusty staff, he sat down opposite Zhaira. "Zhaira Darel? I wish to join your Travellers!"

The Murderers

Prologue - Faralon Darel

"You want me to kill Drela Shorn?" Astrolanoid demanded, rather shocked. His contact was a young criminal, Faralon Darel. He was part of a large family of corrupted nobles; innocent in the eyes of the king. Faralon's father was said to be a man who could kill you before you saw his face. Although, those rumours were also said of Astrolanoid.

"You're not saying she's too much for you, are you?" Faralon queried with mock concern. Astrolanoid growled, "Oh no, you're not gonna coax me! I'll do it for double what you offer. I just don't think Semular's favourite heroine is going to be easy to get to."

"True, I suppose," Faralon concurred. "But double is too much. I'll add another half of what I've already offered you."
"Three quarters!"
"Done. You drive a hard bargain, but you are the best, I suppose." Faralon observed. "Worry not," he reassured, "You won't be working alone. I've hired four assassins to aid you in this mission; they should be arriving shortly. Who would pass up a chance to work with the mighty Astrolanoid Direlios?"

Astrolanoid smirked. "Groupwork. Haven't done that in a while. Usually the only ones who get near me are dead people and people who pay me money. Oh well, should be interestin.' Consider the job done, Mister Darel." He nodded his head towards his client.

"I'll remain here to introduce you to your aides." He explained.

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In a dark, damp cellar was burning a single candle, it was all but empty for table with chains which looked strong enough to even hold the strongest person strapped to the table. A figure was lying on the table and another figure in black robes was moving his hands in complex gestures and mumbling in a dark and ancient language, observed by two kneeling figures in brown monk robes each with an pair of small glowing red orbs looking at the black robes man.

"Xajac, Norvo, Hefyil, Piru, Zxial" The figure made the last of the complex gestures and a glow appeared around his white, skeletal hands. The glow enveloped his entire hands for a moment before it flowed down from his hands to the person lying on the table. It screamed, as he should be becouse the person's skin, muscle tissue, organs, blood seemed to be stripped from him. The figure which had performed the spell quickly unfastened his robes and let them fall on the floor and spread his arms wide to accept the flesh and skin from the dying man on the table.

After a few moments the screaming finally ended and on the table was lying an skeleton lookings as if animals had stripped him clean of everything. The figure beside the table looked at his hand, flesh and skin... he hadn't seen that on his hand in a very long while. He balled his fist and laughed out loud. Yes, this would do nicely, with this disguise he could get into Semular and meet with the one who had asked for his presence. He stopped laughing and turned to the kneeling figures observing him, "And now for you my pets, Cane please bring the captured female to me, I would love to see how my pretty Sivrael looks with a disguise that is part human skin and illusion..."

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The Dawn of a New Age

Aradi jumped to the right, landing on a table, those sitting around it jumped back quickly, those not fast enough to do so falling over with their chairs, the fist that had been headed straight for his face struck nothing but air, his demonic tail danced behind him, whipping about with the adrenaline that rushed through him, "You've stolen from me, demon spawn, give back the bloody gold pieces you stole from me!" the furious man yelled, his two friends grinning evilly as they flanked around the table, "I told you already, I stole nothing!" he replied, jumping onto a man's back as he tried to grab his legs, "Lying bloody demon spawn, I'll skewer you for your lies, give it back!"

"How many times do I have to say it, I don't have anything of yours, go earn it instead of robbing innocent tiefs!" he yelled back, jumping onto another table as the tavern master called angrily for them to settle down or get out, he jumped back again, landing unsteadily on another table, he felt a hand grab his left leg and yelled out wordlessly as he was pulled onto the floor from the table, a pint of mead spilled onto his face, he coughed heavily, he hated the stuff, he shook his head and looked at the three men holding him to the ground, a book in his bag dug painfully into his back and a few gold pieces rolled out of his pockets, one of the men ran to retrieve them, he came back counting them, "Six pieces, still owes us another fourteen," the henchman-like man said, Aradi tried to roll to the side but he was held in a heavy vice grip.

His mind was moving through all the defensive spells he knew, his mind suddenly stopped on one of them, a certain spell that would encase his body in a strong acid that wouldn't affect him but it would burn anyone he touched, problem was that he wouldn't be able to touch anything not currently on his person for a full hour, aside from the ground, of course, he took a deep breath, steadying his quickened breathing as the men dug through his pockets, "Xar'nath Acidos!" he snarled, his sharpened teeth showing as he said it, the men looked at him for a moment, confused looks on their faces and then all of a sudden they pulled their hands back quickly.

Aradi could see the burnt skin on their palms and rolled back quickly, heading for the door, he pushed through it quickly, his hand leaving a print on the door where he had pushed it open, he heard a collective cheer from inside the tavern as he bolted down an alleyway to his left, he heard the door open again and as he peeked around the corner saw the three men burst out of the door, each had a knife, they'd not planned on letting him go, he swallowed hard and ran through the alleys, refraining from touching anything or anyone as he ran, after perhaps fifteen minutes he was sure he wouldn't be caught by those men any time soon, but now he needed to leave before they actually did find him, in the years he'd lived he knew that men like that would go to any ends to kill someone like him, after all, his horns would probably make them heavily wealthy if they sold them in the blackmarket, if one existed around here, he sighed as he placed a hand to a wall, he could feel his hand moving into the stone slowly and stopped to look at it, beside his hand was a notice, it started with three questions.

Worried for your safety, traveling alone?
Well, yes, he was tired of that, but who would want to travel with someone with demon blood? Well, he'd find out if he went there, maybe he'd finally have a companion, then again, he might finally lose his head, but it was worth a try.
Wish to see the world?
Yes, he did want that, he wanted to see every piece of it, he wanted to study every bit of his chosen magic areas he could.
No particular destination in mind?
That was correct for him as well, he didn't really have anywhere in particular at all to go, he just wanted to go somewhere, preferably where nobody knew what a demon was, it might be nice to meet someone who wasn't instantly hostile towards him, he made a quick mental note of the date he would have to be there and sighed, as soon as his spell wore off he'd head there, then he'd either meet someone to travel with, walk away with his head still attached or simply lose his head if he was incredibly unlucky.

He glanced at his hand suddenly and pulled it back quickly, the hole in the shape of his hand must've been halfway through the wall! He stepped away from the wall with a small cough and headed out into the streets, the spell encasing his body had taken on a healthy green glow with perhaps the slightest tinge of silver around the edges, he shook his head slowly as he began to walk. It took him a full hour to find the tavern where the group was being gathered, he rolled his shoulders and stepped inside, the bartender glanced at him and Aradi could almost feel the heavy sigh come from the man's lips, he stepped up to the bar quickly, the spell had worn off but there was a certain smell that clung to him now - the smell of brunt flesh, he could see the bartender wrinkling his nose at that, "Erm...Zhaira Darel?" he asked, glancing about, he could feel eyes on him, he wrapped his tail around his left leg quickly, he didn't need to leave something else for people to grab should he need to escape.

The bartender pointed him in the direction of a large table in the corner, he moved quickly over to it, taking a seat away from the human already there and the woman he assumed was Zhaira, "Zhaira Darel, I take it?" he asked the woman, trying to smile, though it came off as a sort of anxious grin, "I'm interested in joining your group of travelers, if you'll have me," he stated, glancing about cautiously as he sat there, waiting.

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(OOC: Some people just love to make an entrance, eh?)

Lucius Arvanus was bothered. He was a man of many talents and concealing his emotions was one of them, but he just couldn't be bothered most of the time; and so he walked into his employers office with a headache and a frown.

His footsteps were busking behind his eyes, this bothered him. His swords were haphazardly strapped to his belt, slapping against his legs and this bothered him even more. He normally carried them on his back but he had woken up late for the meeting with his new employer, the whore had thrown up on his shirt at some point that night and he had four minutes to travel a mile across town. Bothered doesn't describe it.

"How's life, Faralon?" He mumbled the words as he closed the door and moved to a chair in the corner, sitting down heavily with his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. His chainmail tunic rustled softly on his skin, allowing him a brief respite from the pain in his head.

"You know, the problem with being what I am is that everything feels so much more.. well, it just feels so much more. I shouldn't have finished that sixth pitcher. That stuff'll rot your insides, friend, lemme tell you.. Oh Gods.."

Casting a sideways glance at the shady looking young man with the black hair, Lucius allowed a small smile. Keeping his eyes on the man he addressed Faralon Darel again.

"Is this him?"

The Travellers

Zhaira looked up at the young man sitting opposite her. He seemed like an experienced traveller; worn clothes and a walking staff. And rather eager. Perfect. Perhaps not a fighter, but she wouldn't likely need any bodyguards for her mission. No, she'd get to Voro safely. For the time being, she simply needed to go along with the 'traveller group' pretense. "Ahh, you're the first applicant. Sign here, and you're an official member."

"Excellent, thank you. My name is Tarvellin, Tarvellin Verinos."
"It's my pleasure, Tarvellin."

A few moments passed in which Tarvellin signed his name and returned the list to her. At that moment someone else approached her. Or rather... something else.

A demonic creature, with red skin and a tail. An awful smell accompanied him. Zhaira was immediately repulsed. "Y-y-you want to join? You're serious? Oh, well I-I-I suppose, if you must. Sign here. This is Tarvellin Verinos, our first applicant." She slid the signauture list over to the creature, not wanting to touch it.

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Tarvellin examined the demon closely. How horrid, the way Zhaira viewed him. He glanced around the tavern, every patron was giving the newcomer that same, suspicious look. Tarvellin hated it. "If he must? Miss Darel, surely this man's race does not come into your judgement? He is welcome amongst us! It is my honour to meet you, friend." He held out his hand for the demon to shake.

The Murderers

Astrolanoid smirked as he examined the newcomer. He carried enough weapons to be a killer. And he had the arrogance that so many killers possessed. Yes, he'd do. Although he'd do even better when sober.

"If by him you mean me, then yes. If not, then you're in the wrong office. I am Astrolanoid Direlios, and if you turn up drunk during a mission under my command you'll soon find yerself without a mouth to drink with." He flashed a quick grin before turning to Faralon. "Got any interesting recruits? Like, INTERESTING ones? You know, the slightly maniacal ones or the deformed, scarred type? Always good for a laugh," he noted.

***

Faralon was astounded by Astrolanoid's mind. The man had the incredible talent of saying the oddest things at the oddest times. He would be of great use to the Darel family. If he coudl be trusted. He was quite unpredictable at times.

"Well... There is one... How does undead mage sound to you?"

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"Got any interesting recruits? Like, INTERESTING ones? You know, the slightly maniacal ones or the deformed, scarred type? Always good for a laugh."

"Well... There is one... How does undead mage sound to you?"

"Did someone mentioned me?" Jarvax looked at the gathered and grinned. He found pleasure in how they were looking at him and laughed out loud. "Sorry about that... anyway I'm indeed an undeath mage... altough I look like a handsome 40 year old now who seemed not to have been sick in 1 day of his life." He grinned and for a moment the blue eyes he had stolen from dissapeard and 2 glowing orbs looked at the living for a moment.

Jarvax was still smilling and gestured at the 2 people who entered with him. "These 2 are my pets, the male is Cane and the female is Sivrael and let me tell you appearances are deceiving... which reminds me if we stay in this nice place longer than 2 days than this cleverly disguise of mine will have been completely rotted away. And my precious pets will also have been revealed for what they trully are."

Jarvax clapped his hands and looked around. "But first... whom do I have to order around to give me an drink and some food... haven't got a digestive system for decades and know I intend to use the one I... borrowed... to full use."

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The Dawn of a New Age

Lucius stared quizzically at the mage and his 'pets' for several long moments, then, confused and aching as he already was, decided not to think too much on the subject and to just smile and nod.

"If by him you mean me, then yes. If not, then you're in the wrong office. I am Astrolanoid Direlios, and if you turn up drunk during a mission under my command you'll soon find yerself without a mouth to drink with."

Lucius raised an eyebrow at the comment and smiled openly, winking at Astrolanoid.

"Your reputation precedes you, Astrolanoid. But I'd heard you were more of a bastard. I think I like you. Yes. Why not? But for your information I'm perfectly sober.." He stopped to quell the rising vomit and released the wind that followed it with an unpleasant hiccup.

"Well.. Reasonably. It was worth it though. I'll be fine when I've got some food in me.. And on that note, I'm in full agreement with our necrotic friend here; where's the service? I'd heard you were a better host than this, Faralon."

He turned to Jarvax.

"Why don't your friends fetch us some breakfast? I think I'll join you in rediscovering the digestive system."

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The Murderers
Astrolanoid grinned as he took in the newcomer. "Borrowed digestive system? Then you're a man of many talents. Perhaps you can 'borrow' the skins of any companions our various targets might know... Oh yeah, you're gonna be great. Astrolanoid Direlios, a pleasure."

Although the Undead Mage would most likely be the most useful of his companions; it was unlikely that Astrolanoid could trust him. No, the undead were devious creatures. He'd have to watch this Jarvax.

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Faralon Darel smirked. "Sherra?" He called. Almost instantly, a young serving girl approached them. "Sherra here is my personal... fulfiller of needs! She'll get you whatever you so desire. Now Astrolanoid, there are two more still to come. There's Lucius Arvanus and Jarvax, both of you are on time." He nodded towards the two men. "We're still waiting on a man named Baralough, and another named Demir Vol." Faralon explained.

"Demir Vol?" Astrolanoid questioned. "That name seems familar... but from where?" Faralon had no idea as to what Astrolanoid meant. "Well if you know him, that's good. Always good to know who you work with."

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Zhaira looked up at the young man sitting opposite her. He seemed like an experienced traveller; worn clothes and a walking staff. And rather eager. Perfect. Perhaps not a fighter, but she wouldn't likely need any bodyguards for her mission. No, she'd get to Voro safely. For the time being, she simply needed to go along with the 'traveller group' pretense. "Ahh, you're the first applicant. Sign here, and you're an official member."

"Excellent, thank you. My name is Tarvellin, Tarvellin Verinos."
"It's my pleasure, Tarvellin."

A few moments passed in which Tarvellin signed his name and returned the list to her. At that moment someone else approached her. Or rather... something else.

A demonic creature, with red skin and a tail. An awful smell accompanied him. Zhaira was immediately repulsed. "Y-y-you want to join? You're serious? Oh, well I-I-I suppose, if you must. Sign here. This is Tarvellin Verinos, our first applicant." She slid the signauture list over to the creature, not wanting to touch it.

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Daxten watched as the demonic creature signed his name, he wanted to join too, but after seeing who he would be accompanying, he was having second thoughts. Anyways his parents had always told him never to judge a person’s personality on what they looked or smelled like on the outside. Plus he wasn’t one to talk either, if people knew his true nature they might think the same thing. He walked up to the female, shyly; he hadn’t spoken to many females; his parent never let him have a relationship. He had lost his memory, and couldn’t remember anything. Some people took him in, and took care of him. They said that they where his parent, and he felt no reason why they shouldn’t be. His parent had been the ones to tell him he was a Scism, and had described how evil they were. So he had vowed never to look to deep into his past, so that he would never unlock that …monster.
“Hi my names Daxten, I would like to join”

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