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No man's land

The two of them made quick work of the bodies. He had seen Dustin before, many times. Her features resembled that of a tribe he had some afilliation with many many years ago.

It sort of came with the territory of being so old really. When one finally gains the insight of just how pointless violence and war are, they tend to realize that peace reaps much better results. However not everyone was privilaged in this wisdom. It was wisdom only learned through longevity.

His affiliation with Dustin's tribe was most liekly long before her birth judgeing by how young the native looked but he chose to keep that information to himself for now. Wel'Chi had learned that informing strangers that you have existed for centuries tended to yield awkward results. Dustin in particular due to the nature of her tribe's history with the plague.

Perhaps if the ancient got to know her more, he would share fond stories of her tribe with her. Stories of when they had flourished as a tribe all those years ago.
His eyes grew distant and he smiled sadly to himself.

They were quiet for a few moments, busy cleaning themselves up as best they could. Then Dustin asked him if he was new in town and this drew a musical chuckle from the ancient, his eyes dancing with amusment at the nature of the question.

"No little sister! I am no stranger to these lands. I have been through Solomon and the surrounding territories on several occasions" He responded quietly with a smile. He allowed the silence to rein briefly before adding with a gentle expression "So, I reckon the innkeep has a tab to settle with us considering we just cleaned the mess infront of his saloon up. Now he might actually attract some patrons. How about that whiskey?"

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Yaya postages.

Eyeris, you're killing me right now. not even the flask
:(
with much effort I restrained from posting more to the wall of text that is my first post!

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Dimitri awoke, body racked with several aches that hadn't been there a while ago. He was laying face down, a postion this monk most definately was not unfamiliar with that was for certain. Good thing he had been enjoying his latest brew and his head was still murky. however he slowly began to realize that whatever random aches and pains he was noticeing now would probably get worse as he sobered up. "Easy way to avoid that!" he murmed into the snow. Snow? He rolled onto his side, sucking air through his teeth at the unexpected protests of his aching muscles, It was cold. He was cold. Robes dappened from the snow but thankfully not completely soaked through yet. He relented to moving slower, wondering why his head was spinning more than usual.

It had been a new brew he had sampled mind you, distilled from several rare mushrooms and a score of exotic botanincals from the Northern Wilds. The Northern Wilds. Maybe that was where he was right now. As he sat there waiting for his head to stop spinning, he realized that he had not journeyed to The Northern Wilds himself to aquire said ingredients. By whatever logic he could muster up, he was most definately not in the Northern Wilds. Furthermore; last he recalled, he had been airborne riding on the back of Digby which was probably not a good idea conisdering the fact that he had a flask full of his newest brew and the effects of it had yet to manifest.

The Easterm Ridges were no where near this cold at any rate, not even amidst the highest peaks so, where the hell was he? The monk's hand drifted to the flask at his waist. Another sip to help clear his thoughts! But his hand didn't brush the top of the familiar flask. he rocked back and forth a few times. No shifting of weight either. He patted his waist more frantically now. "Shit, that flask costed me a fortune to have socketed! it has to be around here somewhere" he commented aloud as he scanned the immediate area.

It took him several moments to fully realize how light he actually felt around the waist and once he did, his heart filled with dread almost instantly sobering him up...Almost. The mace was gone too. That was even more precious to him then his flask! Especially since the Healing catalyst had costed a much heavier price than coin. The lives of two dear friends that had went out with him to aquire the neccesary components. A major healing catalyst was a rare enough commodity in its own right, but this one, it was perhaps one the poccessions Dimitri cherished most due to the high price they all had to pay in order to get it. Now it was gone.

He dragged himself to his feet, stumbling a bit until he caught his balance and after a few moments to stir his chi enough to dull the aches a bit more and raise his core temperature, he finally glanced around, taking in these new surroundings curiously. He was somehere high. That much was certain But still off in the distant silhouettes of mountains loomed overhead. The snow was falling too heavily for him to judge exactly how high this stone bridge truly was but the air felt thin.

When one finds themselves in a relatively monochromeatic enviroment such as he was, certain things begin to stand out against the blankets of white snow. He squinted through the blizzard, vaguely making out the crude shape of a blueish roof behind him, along with the reflections of flames dancing against what walls were left of the structure. He sighed with a little relief. To be infront of those roaring flames would mean he would not have to rely on his chi as heavily to stay warm thus enabling him to focus more on probing out for the definitive feeling of the Catalysts that were linked to his soul.

It was the best idea he could muster at the time, and besides, he would have fire there, and plenty of water from the snow, all he would need were a few ingredients and some kind of container and perhaps he would be able to brew something up to fend off this cold further. He carefully made his way towards the flames, tentatively scanning the area for his pocessions as he walked. Hopefully none had fallen off the bridge. Who knew how far up he was right now and the probing could only stretch so far from his immediate vicinity.

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@Eyeris
Killin' it!

Also, I said tonight on the CS--turns out I'm bad at backstory, so it'll hopefully be up sometime in the next 12 to 24 hours.

@pomme de terre

just tag it as a work in progress and post the CS lol

No man's land

Having stabled his horse at his residence, Wel'Chi had taken to he skies as he often did, circling the forest and Solomon. Everything looked different from above. things were stirring in this town. The spirits were restless and thus it made The shifter restless as well.

He landed on the branch of a tree towering over the outskirts of Solomon for a moment to rest his wings watchful eyes passing over the streets bellow. Dustin had been left to tackle the dead bodies alone so typical of this town. the rest of the folks would be the first to complain at the sight of the gore, but the last to lend their services to the actual clean up. Well he couldn't very well leave her tot he clean up alone so he let out a cry as he flew out of town, circling back into the forest so it would be less likely for someone to see him shifting forms again. The level of superstition was ridiculous within Solomon and this caused the Shifter to tread lightly in order to avoid upsetting the folks.

A few minutes later he crossed the streets to help Dustin with he clean up. The gore didn't bother him for his eyes had seen so much during the years it was nothing to him.

"Do you need a hand with this mess? he asked Dustin quietly. "I doubt any of these folks will be helping you."

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And this time around we're with an all male cast! ergo there should be far less IC drama and more people for Dimitri to get drunk!!

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Name: Dimitri

Age:32

Gender:Male

Species: Human

World of Origin:

"Temperance" [+]

Temperance,The Eastern Ridges. Temperance is a Planet with a Magical core that is somewhat a conscious entity. Temperance residents use catalysts forged at one of the four Great Catalysts to wield various forms of magic. This method was developed by artisan blacksmiths throughout the ages once the greater population realized that tapping into the core’s raw magic was detrimental to the environment. It only took a major re-terraforming of the world which the core initiated through its agents, and decades of seeking out what little syphons or veins were left across the new land masses for everyone to realize that days of using raw magic were gone.

Some of Temperance’s most pristine breweries and distilleries are found within the Eastern Ridges and due to the favorable climate, some of the largest plant life known to Temperance make their homes around this landmass. Some bloom flowers the size of men with vibrant colors and sweet fragrances, while others remain smaller and more subtle. Needless to say that a walk in a well kept garden would be a fond memory to recall long after the visit, and you will find no gardens finer both natural or made across any of the other landmasses.

The mountainous regions of the Eastern Ridges are the natural habitat for a few species of wildlife indigenous to this Landmass. Among the higher mountain ranges an Avian species known as the Winddancers claim the jagged cliff sides as their homes. They are a winged creatures and are regarded as quite intelligent. The monks of the Eastern Ridges have a monastery nestled within a small mountain range. Dimitris Monastery. Over the years they have developed a bond with the Windancers not seen anywhere else in Temperance. It is not uncommon for them to be seen riding on the backs of these great creatures.

Appearance: Standing at six foot two, Dimitri is well toned but not overly Muscular. shoulder length brown hair with dark blue eyes. He usually wears a heavy hooded cloak with loose silk clothing underneath it.

Abilities and skills: Dimitri would be classified as a shaman or healer. He is technically a monk and has been trained in hand to hand combat as well as a wide array of melee weapons. His monastery specializes in using chi, or the internal energy of their body in combat granting them powerful blows and increasing his ability to absorb attacks and even control the flow of his own bloood with little effort. Dimitri uses his chi both offensively and to heal allies.

Strengths and Weaknesses: Excellent agility, strength and stamina. He is quite often intoxicated so this affects his judgment. Constant use of his Catalysts will leave him drained and thus the effectiveness of his chi will be reduced also.

"The Catalysts" [+]

A catalyst is linked to a person’s soul and this link is what causes the reaction of the magic, they can have multiple catalyst linked to their souls, but too many of them would send a person into madness, and the use of all of them at once would cause physical and mental fatigue of the person until they eventually, could no longer fight or outright died. The larger the catalyst the more powerful it is. Most catalysts look like crystals varying in color and shape.

Equipment Requests: His flask, that has a minor water elemental catalyst embedded into it thus keeping whatever brew he has in there replenished and ice cold, as long as the monk can spare the energy to link with this catalyst. His one handed mace forged with three catalysts. one Major and two minor ones. The Major catalyst can be used to heal. one of the minor catalysts is fused with an earth elemental that can be used to increase the impact of the weapon, causing devastating damage to its targets. And the final minor catalyst can be used to increase the speed of wielder's attacks.

History: The Monks of the Eastern Ridges are very spiritual and may be one of the few monasteries still existing within Temperance that strive to be in harmony with nature and seek to reconnect with the Core’s essence. Dimitri, strives to be intoxicated. He is a master Alchemist and can make booze from virtually anything. He is also quite handy and making teas and herbal elixirs to cure ailments. Before the rift, he was on a mission with The Silver Fist Elite; a high end branch of a Mercenary Guild known as the Silver Fists back on Temperance.

Personality: Jovial and fun loving due to the fact that he ever endeavors to be completely wasted. He is easy to approach and extremely social. However he is quite deadly should the need arise. His constant inebriation in no way impedes his martial prowess. If anything it makes him less predictable when fighting.

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there we go. hope it works for you miss Eyeris

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Name: Dimitri

Age:32

Gender:Male

Species: Human

World of Origin:

"Temperance" [+]

Temperance,The Eastern Ridges. Temperance is a Planet with a Magical core that is somewhat a conscious entity. Temperance residents use catalysts forged at one of the four Great Catalysts to wield various forms of magic. This method was developed by artisan blacksmiths throughout the ages once the greater population realized that tapping into the core’s raw magic was detrimental to the environment. It only took a major re-terraforming of the world which the core initiated through its agents, and decades of seeking out what little syphons or veins were left across the new land masses for everyone to realize that days of using raw magic were gone.

Some of Temperance’s most pristine breweries and distilleries are found within the Eastern Ridges and due to the favorable climate, some of the largest plant life known to Temperance make their homes around this landmass. Some bloom flowers the size of men with vibrant colors and sweet fragrances, while others remain smaller and more subtle. Needless to say that a walk in a well kept garden would be a fond memory to recall long after the visit, and you will find no gardens finer both natural or made across any of the other landmasses.

The mountainous regions of the Eastern Ridges are the natural habitat for a few species of wildlife indigenous to this Landmass. Among the higher mountain ranges an Avian species known as the Winddancers claim the jagged cliff sides as their homes. They are a winged creatures and are regarded as quite intelligent. The monks of the Eastern Ridges have a monastery nestled within a small mountain range. Dimitris Monastery. Over the years they have developed a bond with the Windancers not seen anywhere else in Temperance. It is not uncommon for them to be seen riding on the backs of these great creatures.

Appearance: Standing at six foot two, Dimitri is well toned but not overly Muscular. shoulder length brown hair with dark blue eyes. He usually wears a heavy hooded cloak with loose silk clothing underneath it.

Abilities and skills: Dimitri would be classified as a shaman or healer. He is technically a monk and has been trained in hand to hand combat as well as a wide array of melee weapons. His monastery specializes in using chi, or the internal energy of their body in combat granting them powerful blows and increasing his ability to absorb attacks and even control the flow of his own bloood with little effort. Dimitri uses his chi both offensively and to heal allies.

Strengths and Weaknesses: Excellent agility, strength and stamina. He is quite often intoxicated so this affects his judgment. Constant use of his Catalysts will leave him drained and thus the effectiveness of his chi will be reduced also.

"The Catalysts" [+]

A catalyst is linked to a person’s soul and this link is what causes the reaction of the magic, they can have multiple catalyst linked to their souls, but too many of them would send a person into madness, and the use of all of them at once would cause physical and mental fatigue of the person until they eventually, could no longer fight or outright died. The larger the catalyst the more powerful it is. Most catalysts look like crystals varying in color and shape.

Equipment Requests: His flask, that has a minor water elemental catalyst embedded into it thus keeping whatever brew he has in there replenished and ice cold, as long as the monk can spare the energy to link with this catalyst. His one handed mace forged with three catalysts. one Major and two minor ones. The Major catalyst can be used to heal. one of the minor catalysts is fused with an earth elemental that can be used to increase the impact of the weapon, causing devastating damage to its targets. And the final minor catalyst can be used to increase the speed of wielder's attacks.

History: The Monks of the Eastern Ridges are very spiritual and may be one of the few monasteries still existing within Temperance that strive to be in harmony with nature and seek to reconnect with the Core’s essence. Dimitri, strives to be intoxicated. He is a master Alchemist and can make booze from virtually anything. He is also quite handy and making teas and herbal elixirs to cure ailments. Before the rift, he was on a mission with The Silver Fist Elite; a high end branch of a Mercenary Guild known as the Silver Fists back on Temperance.

Personality: Jovial and fun loving due to the fact that he ever endeavors to be completely wasted. He is easy to approach and extremely social. However he is quite deadly should the need arise. His constant inebriation in no way impedes his martial prowess. If anything it makes him less predictable when fighting.

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If Kols doing a mercy agent, I may just use an otherworldly character. I'll try and get it sorted by tomorrow night so bare with me . A little busy these next few days.