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Ivory






Igneous dropped the two thieves at Ivory’s feet. They appeared to be Ashen, which wasn’t a surprise. The tendency of society to push their kind out would often resort them to deviant activities in order to survive. She leaned over and check their pulses. They were still alive, just unconscious. "We need to check on Caeleo and Tarkus," she stood, brushing dusk off her legs.

"I'll see what I can see from higher up," Sapphira responded, flitting her wings and rising above the heads of the two that remained on the ground.

"They're fine. They're with someone who has been following us since we left." Igneous spoke in a monotone cadence, as if his observances were obvious to everyone.

"What? How - how do you do that?" Ivory asked. She had attempted to read him before they left but as was common with a golem, she had no reading.

"Do what?" He asked, tilting his head slightly, attempting to mimic a human response. It unsettled her a bit.

"Assess a situation. Like the bandits. And how do you know they're fine?"

"I can hear them." He looked off into the direction Tarkus and Caeleo had gone. "They're headed back." Ivory strained to see what he could see but her human vision was apparently paled in comparison.

"Are you sure?" She didn't want to risk ignoring an injury but had no real reason to doubt him. He simply looked back at her and nodded. "Alright, well, would you like to gather some water with me? It looks like one of the barrels tipped over when..." she trailed off, motioning to the thieves that were propped against the wagon. Igneous' eyes briefly drifted to two men he had detained, then he walked over and grabbed the empty barrel.

"There's a river in this direction," he titled his head to the opposite side of the wagon. The gesture was so human that she let out a brief laugh. Igneous' face remained stone-like. Ivory called up to Sapphira, who was too high in the sky to hear her. She didn't want to waste too much time getting the fairy's attention so the two took off in the direction of the water.

At the river, Ivory peppered Igneous with questions, mostly interested in his creation. "So you don't remember anything?" She picked berries while he waded out to gather the coldest water he could.

"No." Talking to him was difficult with his brusque answers. It was similar to Caeleo's conversation style - as if it was only necessary to give and receive information. No small talk. She gave up and pulled more taffy out. When Igneous walked back up on to the shore, he strapped the barrel to his back. She handed him a piece of taffy and turned to head toward the wagon. A startlingly loud noise broke around them. Igneous cried out in pain and covered his ears. While the noise was loud, Ivory didn't have the same reaction. She pulled off her cloak and threw it around his head, attempting to muffle the sound. When it died down, Igneous stood. "Thank you," he said, without expression.

"Uh yeah, sure." Ivory strapped her cloak back on. What the hell was that? A stroke of realization told her that it was likely the Crystal. She looked up at Igenous who still had no expression. She decided not to ask him what he thought of the sound and the two left for the wagon. They walked the majority of the trip in silence. Ivory debated back and forth as to what she should do with the knowledge of Igenous' advanced hearing. Xen had taught her early that others could not be trusted and that lesson stuck with her every day. If the party turned on her when she went after Elk, it would be to her advantage to know things about them that they didn't know she knew. She needed to keep Igneous on her side as long as possible. Once the wagon was in view - including Tarkus, Caeleo and the new guest that Igenous had predicted - Ivory nudged Igenous' elbow, reminding him of the taffy he held in his hand. He looked down at it, seemingly still confused as to what he was supposed to do with it. Ivory smiled and made an exaggerated bite. He just stared at her.

Caeleo questioned the pair of them about the noise. Ivory chose not the tell him about Igenous' response and the golem didn't offer up any information either. Was it really the Crystal like it seemed? If it was breaking faster than they anticipated, it was possible that her mission was in vain.
Ivory






Ivory never looked up from Xen's journal as the cart came to a halt only a short way into their journey. Tarkus, Caeleo and the fairy jumped off to investigate the issue. She wasn't sure what Sapphira was going to do to help - she was quite tiny to be able to lift a wheel - but she kept her opinion to herself and stayed busy by looking over the status of her belongings. It wasn't out of the ordinary for jars to tip or even crack on long trips but everything looked to be as it had when she packed it. "...of course I can!" She heard Sapphira exclaim from the other end of the wagon. After a bit of commotion, Caleus and Tarkus headed off on their own.

"Where are they going?" Ivory demanded, jumping down from the wagon. Sapphira and Igneous met her where she stood.

"They're gathering wood. No one thought to bring a spare." Igneous responded, but didn't meet her eyes as if he was looking past her. Maybe Sapphira would be able to help, after all. Coming out of her thoughts, Ivory turned to look where Igneous' gaze remained, off her shoulder. A shadow shifted on the edge of the woods. Maybe we can catch a bit of food while we're stranded here, she thought to herself. She turned back to the pair in front of her.

"Have either of you ever hunted before? Or gathered vegetation?"

"Nope," Sapphira answered, her voice still chipper despite their current predicament. Igneous just shook his head. Maybe hunting isn't a good idea. She had never done it either. She had food rations to last until they came into a town, but if they ate them now, they would be hungry again too early. She did, however, have some taffy that a shop keeper in Delteria had given her as a supplement to payment after Ivory set his daughter's broken bone. It was always her policy to allow bartering for those who were of less means than others.

"Ok, well, would either of you be interested in some lemon taffy? Carrigan made it." The blank faces on her party members' faces reminded her that she was the only true Delteria native on the trip. She smiled, "I promise it'll be the best taffy you've ever had." As she turned back to the wagon, a rifle blast rang out from the forest in the same direction Tarkus and Caeleo had ventured off to. At the same time, a man disappeared beyond the end of the wagon, invisible behind the canvas wagon cover. Ivory held her fingers to her lips to keep Sapphira and Igneous quiet, then motioned for them to follow her. She crouched down by the wheel and channeled the flux. Unbeknownst to the group, Ivory had practice at sensing the flux signature of those around her. It had manifested after Xen had turned her into a vampire, a bastardization of her healing and alchemy abilities. Tapping into the universe, Ivory focused on the man she knew was just around the corner. She got no reading. In the past, this happened when the person she was reading used their flux so little that they gave off no signature. Common thieves then. She turned back to Sapphira and....where was Igenous? Suddenly he appeared in front of her, holding two unconscious men up by their necks.
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Ivory






Ivory headed back to the apothecary after Vulcure and Caeleo finished their remarks about the journey to ithica. Most of it was vague and over her head but one thing was clear - she was headed to get what she wanted from Elk. Her party members weren't aware of this, of course, but there was no reason she couldn't take advantage of their presence and resources. After all, the trip there was rumored to be eventful, even dangerous. There was safety in numbers as well as a fully trained guard.

Once back, she went up to the private sleeping quarters above the shop. She wasn't sure how long the journey would be and didn't want to overpack. She threw together a simple bag that contained two sets of clothes, a brush, and a small pillow and blanket. She decided to pack pants. It would likely cause a stir among the group but she knew they needed a healer and would be hard pressed to find one after they headed out, especially over something like her dress. After a small bit of debate, she decided to throw in one of Xen's journals. It was her favorite because it elaborated on the day he found the Blood Thistle. His writing was initially exciting and adventurous but a lot of it was about his crimes and exploits on the seas. It would have been too hard to believe, had she not met the man himself. Now the writing seemed dull in comparison to the real thing.

The groups were instructed to meet at the North Gate in the morning and, based on the peek of the sunrise on the horizon, she only had a few hours to finish getting ready. Back downstairs, Ivory grabbed the box of healing supplies that she often took with her when travelling. It contained all the serums, potions, mixtures, herbs, and salves she thought she would need for this type of adventure. It also had two scalpels, small bits of rope and silk, a syringe with a few needles, and a hunter's knife. She had yet to use the knife but didn't want to be stuck without it. The bottom of the box pulled aside to reveal a hidden compartment that she used to store blood vials. It wasn't easy to find unless you were looking for it but even if it was discovered, it was simple to explain away - transfusions were a new practice but were familiar enough with the townspeople that she wouldn't be criticized for it. Granted, they could only be done between two live patients, but most laymen didn't know that. Finally, she grabbed two large coin purses from under a floorboard beneath a patient bed. She had been saving since the day she moved out of her family's home. If she was cautious about it and relied on bartering her services, she had enough money to sustain herself for a couple of years without a source of income. She divided the coins among four separate pouches and placed them in various locations, strapping only one in the traditional holder of her bag. That way, if she was robbed, she would still have the majority of her money with her. She was set - she had enough blood vials to last her two weeks if she used minimal flux. She placed the rest of her supplies near the door and headed back up to sleep. She hadn't slept much over the last week and didn't know when she would sleep again. She laid in bed, cast a spell over herself to prompt her to wake in time, and quickly fell asleep.

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Once awake, Ivory's excitement for the trip blossomed. She grabbed all of her things and headed into the Barion square. The North Gate was crowded early, as if people had grabbed their things and slept in the square. It wasn't entirely an unreasonable thing to do but Ivory's practice with sleep spells had made it unnecessary for her. She browsed the crowd, looking for any sign of a familiar face. It looked like she was the first, of those who Caeleo had called on by name, to arrive. She took a few minutes to greet others that she had never met before, asking if anyone was in need of a healer to start their journey. She rubbed a few muscle ointments on joints but otherwise the majority of the population seemed in good health. She heard many discussions of strategy as well as a few conversations between those who were just excited to travel. The people seemed diverse, which would be advantageous when she decided to slip out to make a deal with Elk. It was likely she wouldn't even be noticed. Eventually she found a side corner of the square, by the gate front, that seemed a bit quieter than the rest of the area. From there she could see the majority of the crowd.

After some time, the Naga, Sapphira and a new golem who came with the Naga had found their way to her. Each arrival had been somewhat awkward and they didn't really speak while they waited. Soon, they were impatient to leave. It seemed as though the more people who arrived at the square, the more they were itching to be on their way. Caeleo eventually found them and seemed impatient himself. It was the new golem who finally spoke up, making them realize that they could leave on their own. Immediately they headed toward the wagon that had somehow managed to be given to the group. While they loaded it, Ivory decided to get to know those she was travelling with a bit better. The Naga from the shop helped put her alchemy box into the back. "Thanks," she said, hopping down from the wagon. "I'm Ivory. I saw you before, with Stravier."

"Yeah, I remember ya," he uttered, jumping down himself. "You own that healer shop a few blocks from here."

"Yes," she sparked up a bit, prideful of the recognition.

Before she could continue, he added, "It's Tarkus." Then walked away.

That one is a bit gruff, she thought to herself. She glanced over and saw Sapphira struggling to carry her own belongings, but instead of talking to her, she tried to make her way over to the golem. Just then, Caeleo announced that they were ready to head out. I can just introduce myself later. She wanted to make sure she could sit near her things, to prevent them from being messed with. She didn't know any of these people enough to trust them yet.
Ivory






Demon. The creature in front of Ivory couldn't be a man, a human. Could he? His crimson eyes held hers when he stretched his hand to greet her. She reciprocated the gesture out of conditioning but barely caught the end of his question in her haze. "...pleasure of making the acquaintance?" He was introducing himself. What was his name? She had missed it, mostly still in her own mind, surprised by her lack of fear. If this man was truly a demon, why wasn't she afraid? She responded, her voice steadier than she expected it to be.

"I'm Ivory. Did you say you knew where I could find blood thistle?" She glanced back at the Naga running the shop, glaring at his obvious deception. It didn't surprise her that a shop owner in this area would be less than honest. It did surprise her, however, that the man in front of her would be willing to help her out of the kindness of his heart. Wormsloe residents weren't kind. She would keep her cards close to the chest until he showed his own. She knew how to play a helpless damsel when it suited her. She turned back to the man in front of her. "I would greatly appreciate it if you could assist me. Please." She smiled slightly.
Ivory






At Ivory’s outburst, both Vulcure and Caeleo, as well as a few of the nearby guard, turned their attention to her. The sudden onslaught of attention gave her pause, similar to the way she felt the first time she saw Xen’s blood red eyes, although no where near as terrifying. She mustered up the courage to repeat herself. “Caeleo, may I bestow this blessing upon you?” Caeleo didn’t respond. He did, however, turn to Vulcure, as if waiting for the Nebula to reply. At first Ivory felt slighted that the new fallen star would brush her off. Then it occurred to her that he may not have been familiar enough with what she was asking to give her an adequate reply; he was deferring to his brother, who knew the customs of the people better than he. Vulcure seemed to pick up on this as well. He made a quick motion of his hand as he replied.

“Step forward.” Ivory obeyed, gracefully moving around the guard that stood before her. The crowd hushed, only some of them familiar with the ritual Ivory offered to perform. When she reached the two Nebulae, she bowed slightly out of respect and training. She then pulled a small bottle of oil from her cloak and removed the cork. The aroma of the mixed herbs circled around the group - chamomile for purification and protection, lavender for peace, rosemary for a smooth and beneficial transition and even a bit of mugwort for luck and success. She started by whispering a prayer to the Goddess, thanking her for sending Caeleo as a gift to them. She touched the oil to the inside of his wrists, accessing the flux to attempt to reach his own flux energy. If she was being honest, she had no idea if this type of ritual could even affect a Nebula. But she was going to try. She finished the blessing by touching the oil to the middle of his chest and asking Cynthia to watch over his travels. When she put her bottle away, Caeleo looked into her face. His metallic shell was unfamiliar to her, but somehow his eyes still conveyed warmth and understanding.

“You are a healer?” He asked. His voice was a give away that he wasn’t human, even if he had appeared so. Ivory nodded as a response.

“Yes, I own an apothecary a few streets from here.” Caeleo simply nodded, as if filing the information away for later use. “Are you going to ithica?” She couldn’t think of a more strategic way of asking the Star’s plans, so she decided a direct approach would get her results faster. Caeleo answered, seemingly unbothered by her blunt question.

“Soon.” The response wasn’t as informative as she was hoping for, but it was something. At this time, Caeleo rose, leaving her standing alone, and went over to where Vulcure had been joined by Stravier and a Naga that Ivory had seen around Delteria, but whose name she hadn’t yet learned. She approximated it to be around 2am so she stepped away from the men speaking, slipped back through the crowd and headed to her shop to replace her oil and feed the alley cat that often waited by her door. She played the conversation with Caeleo over and over in her head. It was too brief. She hadn’t made enough of an impact. There was no way he was going to need her to accompany him to seek out Elk. Maybe she could follow them anyway? The guard that he would no doubt have traveling with him were trained far better than she was. Would she be able to keep up with them without being caught? A woman’s wail snapped her out of her thoughts. She had reached her shop, only to be met by two women at the door. One was doubled over, clearly in pain.

“Please! Ivory! My sister needs your help!” Ivory rushed to the woman’s side, pushing open her door.

“Come inside quickly!” She urged them, helping to drag the pained woman inside. She pulled her to the very back of the shop, where she often met patients with varying illnesses. “What is wrong?” She asked.

“It’s poison! Her husband has poisoned her!”

“What kind of poison?” Ivory immediately started to drain the woman of blood, catching the red liquid in a basin at the end of the table.

“Hemlock.”

“Are you sure?” The woman nodded in response. Fortunately, this was not the first time Ivory had dealt with the poison. She pulled a potion made of peppermint and valerian off a shelf behind her. She handed it to the sister. “You need to have her drink this, slowly. If she starts to seize, stop.” The woman obeyed and the poisoned girl drank it easily. Ivory tended the open wounds made from her cuts, sealing them with a wax while the girl continued to drink. She must not have ingested much of the poison because she was alert within a short time. The two women thanked Ivory for her help and headed off with a few small vials of vitamin supplement to aid in her recovery and a promise to contact the authorities at dawn. Ivory turned to her basin of blood. She poured the remainder of the potion she had given the girl into the basin and channeled the flux to activate it. The hemlock additives to the blood first coagulated into a dark mass, then evaporated. Purifying blood was one of the first things Xen had taught her after she turned. The process still mesmerized her. Suddenly, there was knock at her door. It was still too early for the shop to open, so she figured it had to be the women again. Maybe she hadn't gotten rid of all the poison. She opened the door and was started to find a member of Vulcure’s guard. “May I help you?” She asked. He told her that Vulcure and Caeleo wanted her back at the Church. They were in need of her assistance. Her heart sped up. “Yes, please let me grab a few things.” She was weakened from the blessing and the healing, and she needed blood. She shut the door, drank a bit from the basin, stored the remainder in a couple vials, then headed out with the man. As they came upon the site at the church, the guard stopped in front of the Naga that had been to the store with Stravier. He spoke to the lizard.

“You, Naga and that herbalist. Come with me." Reluctantly they followed with Sapphira trailing close behind. Vulcure spoke up, talking about how a few of them would be heading to ithica. Finally, her chance to find the Goddess was here.
Ivory






“You don't look the part of a killer. But I suppose that's the idea...” The Ashen Mix was tough but seemed to take to her curiosity with a spark of enthusiasm, almost as if he was pleased by her approach and tenacity. Although Wormsloe hadn't been around as long as Delteria, it had certainly made a name for itself - if you were of the deviant type. It really wasn't the kind of place that Ivory was known to be found, but the path she had put herself on since leaving her family had consistently pulled her darker nature to the forefront. If she was being honest, it didn't really bother her. The Naga-Ashen's comment still caught her off guard.

"I'm not a killer," she mumbled as she turned to exit the shop. The creature had already made up his mind about who she was, so she was aware she was wasting her breath, but it was more of a knee-jerk reaction than anything. Her family had always held reputation above everything except the Goddess. They would be disgusted to see her here now. She would have, no doubt, fallen far in their eyes. As Ivory brushed the arbitrary line of thought from her head, a tall man stepped directly between her and the door. She gasped slightly and stepped back to view his towering form. His scowl was obvious, as if she had offended him with her mere presence. Well, that's just absurd, she thought. She had never seen him before. There was no reason for him to dislike her. By nature, however, she dropped her line of sight to somewhere in the middle of his chest. "Excuse me," she whispered, her voice coming out more meek than she intended. It even cracked at the end. She immediately cleared her throat and tried again; this time with more volume and confidence. "Excuse me, sir. You're blocking my path." She looked up, attempting to meet his eyes.
Ivory

Human, Female




Appearance (description): appearance pic, roughly 5' 7" with a lean build, confident mannerisms, clothing doesn't stand out or indicate any form of wealth/lack of wealth

Age (<50): 21

Personality: Polite but reserved. Straightforward, tenacious and somewhat selfish. Curious, adventurous and calm. Can be witty and sarcastic but isn’t usually the first to speak up. Morally ambiguous. Meticulous and organized but has a rebellious spirit.

Occupation: Healer

Brief history: She was born into and raised by a religious family. She learned medicine through family practice and left out on her own after her 20th birthday. Through old manuscripts (found in the apothecary shop she purchased) she learned of a man named Celderon, who studied something he called "thistlization" almost 150 years earlier. She has become obsessed with the idea of recreating this thistlization process.

Aspiration: To recreate the thistlization process she has studied

Flaw: Aversion to large/fast moving bodies of water

Inventory: Various home brewed potions and remedies

Color: 40ceb6
Ivory






The dust of the impact stirred around Ivory and the murmur of the crowd made it difficult for her to hear the conversation ahead of her. Vulcure's guard was persistent in keeping the crowd back. The push of those behind her who were curious in combination with the resistance of those in front of her caused Ivory to feel slightly claustrophobic. She strained to listen to what was being said on stage but very few words were audible from where she stood. A Naga pushed up against her back, breathing down her neck. She tried to turn to see if it was the same one from the apothecary earlier, since there weren't too many in the room anyway, but there wasn't enough space to look. "Caeleo?" She caught Vulcure say. Caeleo? Was that the name of the Star? Ivory glanced around to see if Sapphira had stuck with her but it was difficult to see a Fae in a crowd because of their height. The commotion on stage held her attention anyway.

"...conflict brewing in ithica..." she heard the Nebula say. Flashbacks of her family's ministry work in the ithica area brewed frustration inside of her. Her family knew nothing of her vampirisim and at times, it wore on her. Other than her encounter with Xen, Ivory had yet to come across another vampire. It was a lonely existence. She often considered seeking Xen out if not for anything other than companionship, but she wasn't even sure if he was alive. Sure, there were rumors of his pillaging and other infamous acts, but she also knew how greatly stories could be exaggerated, especially if Xen desired it.

"People of Delteria!" Vulcure's call snapped her attention back into place. A conflict in ithica? Isn't that what the Nebula had said? ithica was well known for being the island where Storxx and Rolark called home. If the new Nebula's first thought was to mention a conflict, it must be serious. Maybe serious enough for Elk herself to make an appearance. Excitement sparked inside of Ivory. This could finally be her shot.

"Excuse me," she said, pushing past those in the crowd in an attempt to make her way to the new fallen Star. She took another second to see if Sapphira was still with her but her search came up empty. The Fae would find her eventually. Or not. At this point, Ivory was apathetic either way. While she weaved through the mass of people, she tried to come up with a reason why Caeleo would want her to join him in ithica...if that's even what his intention was. Her mind drew a blank and doubt started to creep inside her. She was being brash and she knew it. A few people scowled when she moved by them. Ashen seemed to naturally allow her space, likely in fear of public chastisement. She tried not to stare them in the face as she murmured "pardon me". By now she was outside, only a few feet from the edge of where the guard was holding people off. What am I doing? She hesitated, racked with indecision. Suddenly, an idea came to her. She called out without thinking, "Caeleo!" She prayed to the Goddess that her voice would be heard. "Caeleo! I'd like to offer you a Welcome Blessing on behalf of the people of Delteria!"
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