cqbexpt

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

UserName: cqbexpt

Character name: "Scarred hand", "Midnight", Baulder

Age: somewhere in his 20's

Mageblood type: Obiligatio

Favored Magic Class: Demonomancy

Previous Magic training: None that he can remember anyways

Race: Rheven-ari, Shayahn

Appearance: Burned in 3 clawed hand along the left side of his head, palm is centered over his eye. Has rather pale except around his face. This is due to him keeping himself covered most of the time due to his race being able to burn easily as a rule. His hair is black and stops just above his shoulders. He is as strong as most humans which makes his slim frame look rather muscular. Wears a scarf over the lower parts of his face most of the time but the rest of his clothes are generally either patchwork wraps or ropes. Though he is currently looking for new clothes.

Height: 6'2"

Short Bio: Baulder knows where he was born but that was only because he was told that few of his kind are born off midnight island. Though like most things he cannot remember exactly where. He has fragments of information of his home island such as sights, sounds, smells. But none of it makes any sense, to him anything before what he is now is nothing but a jumbled mess of emotions and sensory data. He assumes he was seeking knowledge of some kind as he has heard from a few other Rheven-ari that would have been the reason why he would of left. Though he assumes if he goes back there perhaps it might show him more of his past self. Baulder would never allow himself to do that though, it would kill him.....well atleast the person he was now. He has no desire to go back to being what he was whatever, it was that might be why he now fears his own sanity so.

Regardless what he can actually remember begins after the incident. He remembered waking up in a forest, surrounded by gutted wolves and scorched pelts. There were a group of humans surrounding him axes clenched and bows drawn. He remembered hitting the dirt before passing out. When he awoke he found himself in a house tied to a bed with an old women standing over him. He found out that the villagers that were standing over him earlier were a hunting party that found him out in the woods near their village. They had taken him back to their village once they realized that he was suffering from blood sickness. He had been unconscious for close to a week and the mayor of the village was close to having him killed as a sacrifice to some god he can't remember. For several days after he first woke up he was still confined to the house they had placed him in continuously asking him what happened in the woods. His answer was that he didn't know, which was of course the truth. They only let him leave once they managed to get a psychomancer from the village over to come and interrogate him. He remembered the women's face as it became wide eyed and she told them that he really didn't know.

The villagers told him that he owed them a debt for saving his life and at the time he wasn't sure what else he should be doing and thus agreed to pay it back with work. He assisted around the village for over a year helping build things or just being a courier for people. However this is what perhaps sparked his decent into madness. Baulder is very unsure of what it was like before his insanity began to fester but he knows that there was a time before it. However before he fully became overcome with insanity he was told the debt had been repaid, perhaps because they were just growing tired of his strangeness though. He took food and a map and was told that the next day he should head to the Twilight college. He did have blood sickness before and he guessed that it made sense for him to go somewhere that could atleast tell him what he was. The night before he left however he heard the name "Baulder" said to him louder and louder each time in a dream. When it began screaming the name at him he awoke. He decided that was what his name was, what else could it have been he thought.

So with a name and a purpose he set off to the college. It took him nearly a month to figure out where he was actually going. Though he was thankful now that the villagers had brought him along on their hunting parties. They never did teach him how to properly navigate the world though. He spent many months living off the land and descending deeper into the grips of insanity as he made his way to the college. Talking to people is what held it off in the beginning but now that he was alone it was able to take it's firm grip of him. He began avoiding cities in their entirety as for some reason he was beginning to like his own ramblings. He was never able to tell if they were all his though. However he eventually made his way south to the College.

Good Attributes: Insanity - While this is also a negative attribute it has it's benefits. Psychomancers not particularly skilled in their art would have a hard time trying to pin down what exactly they were looking at if they peered into his thoughts. His mind is either thinking a million things at once or absolutely nothing at all, a trait which is bolstered by his species natural inclination towards different ways of thinking. It is best not to tread where not even he would.

Species traits - Being a Rheven-ari comes with some upsides. Such as being resistant to piercing weapons, being able to outrun a majority of humans, multiple hearts and having an ability to sense magic in others.

Adaptable - Being able to change his way of thinking for the most part allows him to approach challenges a different way if his current method is not working. This coupled with an extremely fast thought process gives him an advantage over some of the races that inhabit the world.

Bad Attributes: Insanity - He will occasionally hear voices that are not there or create entire persons inside his head who he will talk to and quickly dismiss. His mind is a puzzle wrapped in an enigma. While sometimes he will have his moments of complete clarity most of the time he is bordering on the edge of being socially tolerable by most people whether he catches it or not is completely up to chance. However since he has been this way for so long he can't remember what it is like to actually be sane and thus absolutely fears the prospect of being such.

Amnesia - He can't remember a single thing about himself before about 2 years ago, other than a few random pieces that slip out of the block. Baulder fears what ever lies on the other side of the block and will do anything to avoid it being taken away.

Distrustful of Senses - He almost never trusts what his mind is telling him is happening. He heavily scrutinizes anything his eyes or ears tell him and thus may be a little slow to act.

Secret Word: Rebirth

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

Now why would he do that? ͡° ͜ʖ ͡ -

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

Now why would he do that? ͡° ͜ʖ ͡ -

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

Just before Tactus went through the tunnel he turned around and saw the master take a shot a bolt to the leg. He pulled his blaster from his hip and was about to return fire when his master came rushing by. Shir picked the weapon out of his hands and for a moment he was stunned, atleast until stray bolts started hitting near the entrance to the tunnel. At which point he thought what could he do. He came up with an idea which he knew was poor but it should work. He walked into tunnel a little bit so as to shield him from blaster fire and holstered his saber. He reached his hands out along with his presence in the force and grabbed onto the human. He yanked him as hard back as he could and sent him sliding on the ground. Although it wasn't very far he knew this would work atleast. Once again Tactus reached out and pulled the human towards himself. This was extremely exhausting for Tactus. He was now wishing his master actually used this aspect of the force more. He pulled again but with enough force this time to slide him quite a bit of the way.

Tactus yelled out over the blaster fire."Master! We need to leave!" He said between his heavy breathing. He gave one last hard pull that sent him onto his back. This brought the master to the lip of the entrance. Too exhausted to get up and in an attempt to dodge blaster fire Tactus crawled up to the master and grabbed him by the shoulders. He managed to stammer out under his breath."You're not allowed to die......too few." After dragging him back into the tunnel more he got up off the floor and continued dragging him further into the tunnel. "Master!" He yelled out again trying to call Shir back to him. They may get out of here just yet.

The Depths of Deception

Shuo's shields popped with a loud ringing noise that in basic was the same noise they used to train you that you were dead in war games. He supposed it made sense, after all if your shields had been dropped in actual combat you needed to get down or you were dead. He quickly looked at the top of his HUD to find his charge. 47% left, If this fight lasted long enough his suit could charge the weapon back up but that would require him turning off his shields. He leaned against the wall and crouched down and walked "up" towards the once ceiling of the building. He had been using the same location for longer than he would have liked but zero-g warfare was not his area of expertise. What he wouldn't give for a naval marine detachment right now.

That was when he heard the comm call out's "This is Aereo 2-5, I have a targeting solution on all individuals. Looks like I'm pulling your ass out of the fire." The female voice was being rather sloppy with radio discipline but he supposed he couldn't say a damn thing right now. Shuo sighed and pinged the gunship to begin opening fire."Standby." promptly went out. He watched as the two weapons mounted on the chin of the gunship began silently firing and releasing gas at the base of them. They tracked around fast to multiple positions, the AI was most likely handling the shots and it didn't miss. Then a large blob of plasma erupted from one of the wing mounted weapons. He assumed it was firing one of the extra-small plasma torpedoes at it's disposal. He watched as blue light suddenly bathed the ship and the surrounding area. The guns continued tracking for a moment and then the female came over again. "All vector's neutralized. I'm authorized to tow your team over to your ship if you wish." It occurred to Shuo that she didn't really care about any further maybe even unnecessary damage to the station. After all this was a private mining organization why should we care? Shuo smiled to himself, that is why he loved his statesmen so.

"I think we will take that ride Aereo. Get near the one I'm marking for you for pick up. The rest of us will jet over." Shuo said as he placed a green outline around Shiva with his thoughts. The gunship couldn't carry them in any hold but there were hand holds for just this situation located around the hull. Shuo deactivated his boots and jumped out towards the now sideways gunship. His stomach dropped for the moment he was not holding onto anything and being subject to nothing but momentum. He reached his hands out and grabbed onto two handholds near the cockpit of the ship. It quickly thrustered to compensate for his energy being added to the ship. He watched as they inched closer to Shiva who would now be able to grab rungs near the wing. Hopefully they could get out and back to the Humming bird quick. He didn't like this floating around.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Collaboration: Lucius, Fallen Reaper, Cqbexpt - Tyrael, Sam, Baulder

He had to be getting close right? He smelled the rotting flesh before he even left the forest. Demon bodies strewn about like deer.........did he have any deer left? He quickly took his ruck sack off his shoulders and undid the burlap covering. He felt around for deer, well any food really. He was not enjoying his trek through the gray expanse so far. It smelled and was covered in dead bodies. Before he found food in his rucksack whitlist still walking he thought about eating the demons. Yes, maybe depends we'll see, he thought to himself as he resumed looking for food. "Ha!"He found a piece of deer he had dried out awhile ago and salted using some salt off a dead man. Looked nasty, whoever killed them didn't steal their salt. Savages, he thought to himself.

He pulled down the scarf that was usually covering his mouth and bit into the dry meat. He almost liked it dry and salted, or did he? The thought quickly bounced out of his mind as he flipped back over the burlap and returned the sack to his shoulders. His mind quickly wandered back to eating some of the demons laying around, some of it really looked good. But then he saw it. Or at least what he assumed was the college. At any rate it was the only that didn't look like everything else. He pulled his map out of a small pocket he had next to his chest and unfolded it. He checked up at the sky for the sun. Yes that dosen't help, he mumbled to himself. It rather annoyed him that he couldn't gauge anything by the sky anymore. It was one of the first things he noticed on his way in. Disregarding that he continued onward.

The walls slowly began raising from the ground as he continued to walk on his bare feet. Once he got going it was rather hard for him to stop moving. He went a day without eating simply because he forgot not too long ago. He noticed some of the other races wern't quite as able to endure such long walks though he didn't mind, he enjoyed the voices....sometimes. He focused intently on the large door to the walls as he walked the last few miles. Something about it's glorious architecture enthralled him. He couldn't tell what it was though. Next thing he knew he ran into the door face first. Hmmph looked like this one was real for once. He immediately straightened out his posture and his face went blank along with his mind. Then he banged on the door.

"More newcomers eh?"

On the top of the wall was a fairly fat looking guardsman. Not one of the new ones, but one who's been with the college for nearly twenty years now. He didn't abandon the place like the others, though he hasn't really gotten himself in a real scrap in a while. He was eating an apple when he heard knocking on the gates and saw yet another stranger looking for entry.

"Well hey there stranger. Who are you and what's your business here?" The old guard casually chewed on his apple waiting for an answer.

Words? Oh why didn't it accrue to him there would most likely be talking, yes. Oh what was he here for? Yes it was to join the college perhaps? Yes, that seemed like the reason. "I-I" he coughed. It had been awhile since he had talked to anyone the movement felt foreign to his throat. Baulder cleared his throat and yelled out. "I'm here to join the college.....yes that is why I have come here." He said somewhat quieter as he came to the last part of his sentence.

The guard tossed away his apple core. A few other guardsmen showed up, looking much more serious and fit for duty. They asked him what they needed to do but the guardsman just waved them off. "That's all well and good sonny, but you still never told me who you are. Can't just let any fella into the college you know. You have a name at least, yeah?"

Baulder ate the last scrap of his deer meat and quickly swallowed it. Nearly choking on it he called out again. "Yes, I suppose you would my name is....Baulder. Just Baulder." People thought it was weird he only had one name and he could never really figure out why. He had only really known that name he liked it though.

Shrugging his shoulders the guardsman motioned for the others to open the gates. "Good enough for me. Welcome to the College of Twilight Baulder." But before the gates would open a portal appeared behind Baulder. This caught the gaurdman's attention and he stood up to look. A hand reached out to grab Baulder and pull him inside the portal.

When Baulder regained his senses, he'd notice that he is no longer at the college. Instead, he is standing in the Inferno. It was red and barren, with only a few rock formations in the distance and some demons gathered around. The demons came in a variety of shapes, sizes, and ferocity, but they did not attack. They seemed to just be watching, waiting.

"Stand, mortal."

Behind Baulder was a tall and fairly intimating Demonic Orc weilding a spikey club. He looked like he was about to swing it and decapitate Baulder. This was Tyrael.

Baulder felt different, it wasn't the heat that he noticed he actually felt diffrent on another level he couldn't quite tell what that thing was though. Once the words processed in his head though and rattled around for a moment he decided it would be best perhaps. Once he turned around though he noticed the demon. Was it a demon? Baulder couldn't decide before he was overcome with laughter for a moment. The bout nearly brought tears to his eyes.

He bent over his knees as to regain his breath from the good laugh he had just had. Something about club he imagined was what he was laughing at. He quickly looked around and realized he wasn't at the gate anymore. Well anything was possible maybe he was at the gate in any case the demon-thing looked like he had something to say. "Hello." He said suddenly transfering to a blank expression and tone.

Tyrael narrowed his eyes at the mortal. He looked at the scar that ran down the side of his face, questioning it. It looked like a beast had not only slashed him, but burnt the wound as well. Perhaps it was an emergency treatment to staunch the flow of blood? Tyrael disregarded it and focused back to Baulder. "Do you know where you are?"

Baulder breathed heavily out of his nose for a moment and smiled while shaking his head up and down. "Well either I'm dead, I'm crazy or this is the inferno. But really all of those things might be true." His face dropped into a blank one again. He actaully didn't know where he was but from what he had heard about the inferno this seemed like it.

"Two out of three."

Tyrael swung at Baulder and the world went black. But only for a few seconds before Baulder would find himself somewhere else in the Inferno. It was just Tyrael there now, not even with his club. He seemed to be watching something in the distance. From the sounds, it was a great big battle.

Below them were two demonic armies clashing against one another. There was no formations, no order, and hardly any way to tell which demon was an enemy or ally. It was less of a battle between two armies and more like two tsunamis made of demons crashing against one another. The only real indicator that this wasn't a massive free-for-all were the two heraldies flying over most of the demons, or on the back of the biggest. Two separate demon leaders fighting against one another.

"Look at them. Tell me, what do you think of them?"

Baulder cracked his neck left to right and took in the pain in the back of his skull. Oddly enough it almost felt good to him, people don't like pain right? However he quickly turned his attention back to the matter at hand. He watched the clashing of the banners and wasn't sure how to answer the question. A tear rolled out of his left eye but his face remained blank. Turning to the demon he said "Beautiful chaos, yet a collection of pain that I can not understand. But the simplicity of it.."

"It is a waste. Like raw ore beaten into shape. Unrefined and imperfect."

Tyrael turned away and summoned a demon to him. It was a small one, an impling really. Tyrael grabbed it and threw him at Baulder's feet. "You are a demonomancer. Show me what you know." The imp scrambled to it's feet and bared it's fangs at Baulder, ready to attack. Yet it didn't. It seemed like it was actually waiting for him to do something.

Baulder looked at the comparatively small demon with a bit of curiosity for a moment. Then he let out a small chuckle. His face quickly went back to a neutral one then he stared the imp down. "Kneel demon." Baulder would be much more surprised if it worked as opposed to a demon he knew nothing about capitulating to him.

For a long while, the imp just glared at Baulder and growled under it's breath. It began to lower it's body however... And than lunged at Baulder, slashing it's claws wildly at him in an attempt to tear him apart. Tyrael just stood there and watched to see how Baulder would handle getting mauled by the demon. He said nothing and just stood there with his arms crossed.

Baulder was knocked over with the sudden attack of the creature. Though he guessed he should have seen this coming, but atleast he would get to taste imp probably. The demon scratched at his rags and began tearing them away to get at his organ but instead Baulder reached for the imp with his not pinned left arm and punched the imp in the side of the head as hard as he could from his laying position. The imp seemed undettered however as Baulder managed to get his other arm free.

Now with more leverage He picked the imp off of him and grabbed it by the head as it continued to maul him. He extended his own claws and began to push his thumbs into the eyes of the creature with all his might. He was also attempting to get his clawed legs up underneath the imp and gore it on his claws.

The imp screamed as it's eyes were stabbed by Baulder's thumbs. It blindly reached up to Baulder and tried to do the same, clawing his face and trying to grab anything; his ears, eyes, nose, mouth, neck, even his hair. It bucked and kicked, trying to get Baulder off of him, but his claws dug too deep into the imp's chest. All it could do was keep fighting against Baulder in hopes that it could somehow stun or kill him before the pain becomes too much, and it was quickly becoming so. Tyrael continued to observe in silence.

Once Baulder got his leg underneath the imp and with it his claws he gripped it's skull firmer and began digging his talons into it's chest. He the flipped the imp onto it's back and began pressing the demon into the ground with his weight. He continued crushing the small body and pressing into it's head and he yelled through gritted teeth and a smile on his face."Obey me!" At this point the imps chest caved in and his talons reached the other side of the demons skull. This sprayed Baulder in the face with blood as his hands filled with rage. Now going to a neutral face yet again he stood up feeling confident that the creature was dead.

He ran his blood covered hands through his hair before turning around and looking at the bigger demon. "Enough for you?" Baulder said with a slight twitch in his face.

"No."

Tyrael said solemnly. He gestured towards the imp's corpse, and it's wounds were already starting to heal, slowly, but noticeably. Whereas Baulder's injuries remained. "As a creature of the Inferno, even a weak demon is immortal here. Death does not deter it. Command it. Teach it obedience." Soon the imp was fully restored and opened it's eyes. The pain and shock had left it dazed however, uncertain of what it was doing there or what had happened.

Baulder looked back at the demon again. It was beginning to get up, he was right though the imp looked fine again. He walked back over to the demon and looked it in the eyes and through gritted teeth yelled. "Kneel demon or I will kill you until the end of time!" His eyes filled with rage and his body ready to kick the imp down should it disobey him again.

The demon scrambled away from Baulder, not that it got very far. But far enough that Baulder couldn't kick him unless he followed. It did remember the rather painful experience it just had gone through, but despite that the imp just snarled and laughed. "Stupid mortal... I am invincible here. You will die!" The imp once again lowed it's body to lunge, but if Baulder was fast enough it could intercept the demon before it could leap.

Baulder seeing an opportunity and now rather annoyed by the creature ran at the imp as it jumped up at him. He managed to grab it by the face once again pushing his thumb into the imps head and threw it to the ground as hard as he could muster. He heard the imps skull crack as it hit the ground though not taking any chances he began stomping the demon. He made sure to keep his talons out and pointed down as he stomped the demon into less and less matter. "You will obey! I will not tolerate your insolence worm!" Panting he stepped off the imp once again and looked to the larger creature.

"I'm assuming there is a trick to this." He said in a half hearted tone.

"Suffering and diligence." Tyrael said plainly. That's how he did it anyways. But he could guess that Baulder wanted to know the magical trick to it, but Tyrael wasn't about to start with that. "You must prove to be stronger than the demons who wish to command. Even if you slay them, the demons would be filled with vengeance and hatred. They would beleive themselves to be mightier than you. Prove them wrong, as many times as it takes." The imp was starting to regenerate again, and likely it would continue to defy Baulder as it's foolish pride would want it to do. Tyrael continued to watch and observe.

Going blank in all but intention Baulder went to work again this time killing it by ripping it's heart out. When it regenerated again he went through he motion again, though this time he killed it by ripping it's arms off by cutting it's arms to pieces with his claws then flaying it's flesh from it's bone. The next time he held it down and ripped it's organs out piece by piece. This cycle of increased brutality escalated until he was not only stripping it's flesh and muscle from bones but also drowning it with it's own blood. Though not being finished he broke every single bone he could possible find in it's small body. He was emotionless every time and even stopped asking it to obey.

But he was running out of things to do. He was considering ripping out every single one of it's claws and forcing it to swallow them. But he decided to command it one more time before trying that. "I will break you in more ways than you will ever be able to remember flith. Kneel to your greater." Baulder said once more.

The imp was whimpering. At some point it wasn't even fighting anymore and just curled into a small ball as Baulder would tear him apart and hurt the demon. It was starting to get too scared to speak, but when Baulder spoke to it it could only squeak. "Please... Just stop... Leave me alone!" The imp almost sound like it was about to weep. It was trying to crawl away, it's eyes sight gone due to something that Baulder did to it just moments ago.

Baulder cracked half a smile and walked up behind the Imp and said. "Not until you obey. Kneel demon!"

The imp turned to Baulder and prostrated itself before him. It was quiet, but the blood and tears from it's body stained the red dirt. "Leave me alone..." It sobbed repeatidly.

Baulder looked once again at the figure that had brought him here. "Enough?" He said in a blank tone.

Tyrael stood quietly for a moment. The imp continued to kneel in place, bleeding from it's face. He shrugged his shoulders. "Good. Now try this one." Tyrael summoned another demon, this one about the same size as Baulder, but vaguely female and on fire. "Command it. Make it obey you."

Baulder laughed for a moment. He was unsure if he would be able to submit this demon to the same treatment he had given to the imp. As much as he wish he could he once again had to talk. "Demon, I will give you passage into the mortal realm if you will obey me here." He said putting on the best face he could for someone who had just killed another being many times. He knew the offer was greatly scewed but his spent mind could only think of that.

The fire demon seemed to be... Smiling? It was somewhat difficult to say. It had no face, and what served as a mouth looked like a mask. Yet somehow it conveyed a sense of amusement. He moved closer to Baulder, making no effort to weaken it's flames as it grew nearer to him. Thanks to Tyrael Baulder had not yet been consumed by the Inferno's wrath, but the same will not protect him from the fire demon's natural aura. She came very close to Baulder, enough for the flames to lick and burn his skin if he did not put distance between the two. "Oh? And what is in the mortal realm that would interest me?"

The fire was becoming intense as it moved closer to him. The heat would kill him if he didn't move but if he moved the demon would simply kill him aswell. He remembered what the other one had said. "More things for you to burn to cinder than you could imagine." He said suppressing a smile.

"Hmm..." The demon did ponder this. While it loved to set the world on fire, much of the Inferno was already set ablaze. She wasn't really one for sloppy seconds. "Than... How about you? May I turn you into ash?" The demon said playfull, reach out to caress the scars on his face. She traced the scars with her own claws, however surpisingly for Baulder it did not burn. She was still uncomfortably hot, however she was no longer roasting him alive simply by being close to her. "I will hold you to that promise, mortal. However, I believe your master has something to say to you."

The fire demon wandered off as Tyrael approached. "So far so good mortal. But do not make promises that you cannot fulfil. Demons shall always take more if you give them less."

Baulder while able to hide it was absolutely amazed at what had just happened. Hmm that was a new feeling, amazement. He turned around as the demon wandered off to do what ever demons did he supposed. "Who said I don't intend to fulfill that promise?" He thought maybe one day he could bind that demon to himself. Then he could truly command it. He looked over to the imp who had since fallen over due to blood lose and said. "You may leave. Never forget your greater, imp."

Turning back to what was now an oddity to him he said. "So I suppose you are not a demon then. If you were one I assume you would have possessed me and not bothered with this. What are you then?" he said as he had one of his clearest lines of thought in months.

"Your teacher."

Tyrael than shot his fist out and punched Baulder right into the face with the force of a rock of similar size. Baulder's world turned to blackness once again, and when he awoke he would find himself in another new location. Here the painful burning sensation of the Inferno was no longer present, but there was nothing but light. If Baulder tried to move, he'd feel something holding down his hands and feet, like they were encased in stone. Even his head was held back by straps on his neck and forehead.

Oddly, what he wouldn't feel is the knife cutting into his flesh, though he may see this if he could shift his head downwards. There was Tyrael and a few others, vaguely demonic looking beings who wrote things down and handed Tyrael tools. They seem to be saying something but their voices are muffled either due to something done to Baulder or simply being their way of communication.

Baulder moved his eyes as much as he could around in the light. He could see the tops of things he couldn't quite make out. Hoping that his mind was once again playing with his sense for once he yelled out. "Awe and you have me tied down missing all the fun!" His voice descending from a near laugh to anger as he went through his sentence.

The figures looked at Baulder as he spoke, but continued to go to work. Tyrael took his knife and put it to the base of Baulder's neck, cutting a light incision from that point all the way down to his groin. He made another cut, and another, until the blade glided smoothly over Baulder's sternum. Than with surgical precision Tyrael made similar cuts across Baulder's body, until eventually he was able to pull the flesh and fat from Baulder off, exposing his flayed chest and all the bones and organs underneath. It was certainly similar to a human's, however Tyrael and his associates decided to dig in deeper and manually began to take organs out, cutting them from the body if need be. And despite the amount of blood jettisoning from Baulder's body, he remained alive and conscience throughout. Somehow.

The most apparent thing to Baulder was the noise. It sounded as if something squishy was being handled. Cutting something maybe? No, couldn't be he would be dead! Or was he dead? The question made him let out a weak laugh, strained even harder to laugh but something was keeping him from doing so. Just a shortness of breath he couldn't quite overcome. Odd he usually could, especially if it was funny like this was. His laughs were more cracking noises than they were actual laughs at this point but he saw this as an invitation to strain harder against this inability.

The operation continued for what felt like hours. Baulder was cut apart, put back together, and than dismantled once more for a double check. Tyrael was there most of the time, but sometimes someone else came to take over the operation before he came back. Eventually however the operation was nearly over. But before it did, Tyrael went up to Baulder's head and spoke to him. "Betray the college and I will slay you myself. I have carved mutliple runes into your skeleton. With just one word, I can destory your utterly. Betray the college and you will not even get the honor of fighting back. You will not be warned by me a second time."

Tyrael covered Baulder's eyes, once again turning the world black. Baulder may feel a blade digging into his skull, removing his scalp. By the time he could see he was back at the college's gates, laying on the same spot as he was before. The gates were open now and the guardsmen were nowhere in sight.

Baulder immediately dropped to his knees and vomitted on the ground.He couldn't tell if it was the imp he had eaten or bone carving thing. Wait he had his bones carved? He felt his arms and ribs as deeply as he could without straight up ripping them out and looking at them, though that would give him an answer. He quickly jumped up wiping away the vomit from his mouth. He then extended the claw on his middle finger and made a cut down the middle of his hand. When he felt the pain he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He wasn't dead just yet.

He looked around seeing a few people that looked like they had something better to be doing walking across the courtyard disappearing into doors or behind things and never returning. It occurred to him that his plan hadn't carried him past getting to the college. What was he even doing here? Well he had gotten carved up from what he was told but he couldn't feel it. But that wasn't why he was here was it? No that defiantly was not it. Learning yes that was it. He just had to find someone official looking right?

Sam had finished his rounds within the infirmary and he was feeling the result deep inside his aging body. His muscles seemed to squeak a bit while bones creaked, begging to seek somewhere comfortable to rest. His sandals flipped-flopped against the courtyard's stone path toward his favorite spot. It was when the flowers were nearly fully in bloom and emitted the sweetest scent that he could sit among the fragrance forever it seemed. He sighed a bit at the eagerness in he desire. It spurred him on quickly as he approached someone, the face turned away revealing a confused and spooked appearance.

The healer's brow furrowed deeply with worry, his body quickening its pace until he was right beside the man. Slowly and cautiously, Sam spoke while his hands braced to support who he assumed was likely a student. If this fellow was a staff member, then Sam would've known him immediately and not been left so nameless to the face.

"Are you alright? You don't look so well and it seems..." His crow feet eyes tilted down to see the messy sight of where the man had vomited, debating if it was because of blood sickness or something far more concerning. He decided right then it was better safe then sorry. "Let's get you into the infirmary and off your feet, will you come with me, please?"

Baulder looked at the old man in confusion for a moment. He wasn't sick was he? No most certainly not but he did look like he was someone of knowledge. Yes that was why he was here after all. He supposed it wouldn't hurt him to go with the man. He may even tell him how he would join the place he was now at. That sounded fine to him, learn something after all this time travelling. He dropped into a neutral face and tone of voice and looked around before responding. He didn't see the one that had called himself his master. Baulder pushed it out of his mind quickly and responded. "Yes, I will come with you. Though do you know how I join this place?" He said motioning around with his eyes at the courtyard.

Sam was slightly surprised at the stoic expression crossed the man's face when he glanced around, examining his surrounding the healer assumed. It was then the old man spotted the scarred image that was the left side of the student's face. Raw, healed over and much worse causing the worry within his eyes to deepen followed by compassion. Samuel, in all his years, had been a gentle soul with little ill intent to anyone over his nearing years. This student was no different.

He nodded and swallowed his natural disgust for whatever had caused such a wound then gently placed his hands about the student's shoulder to lead him. "So mind telling me your name? And I take it you're a new student?"

Baulder allowed the man to guide him away from the entrance as it started closing behind them. It took him a moment to register that the old man had even said anything. He had to pull himself away from the taste of lingering in his mind. "My name is Baulder, just Baulder." He paused for a moment."I suppose I'm not a student yet but I am new.....here anyways I think." He brought his hand up to his chest and found that his clothing had been ripped up and had gone to holding together to just barely. He supposed he had gone to the inferno after all.

"Alright, take it easy and slow. Everything's alright. When we get you looked over, patched then we'll talk to someone about getting you some new robes or something better to wear." Sam tried to sooth the student, Baulder, as he guided him toward the infirmary. His eyes mostly kept glancing ahead every so often to stop head on collisions with the gathering students, both busily edging into their classrooms to wandering off to other tasks. The old healer had traveled so often along these narrow and twisting paths that he knew the direction by heart to the infirmary. Already they had crossed over the entrance and into the main area for the sick and injured. Beds lined the walls, with a door nearer the opposite end for which opened into a storage room for medical supplies and spare clothes.

They reached the first empty bed which Sam nudged Baulder to and gestured the student to sit on. His aged body then walked to the nearest wooden cart. Several air or aeromancy blown jars were sitting there, covered by clothes and pounded lids, as his weathered hands touched each one. His eyes glanced over their contents briefly, studying each one while he continued to speak. Mentally he was judging, based on what he was told, what to chose for treatment.

"How do you feel? Any pain in a key areas, aches, twinges or something off?"

The question gave him pause for a moment. There really wasn't anything except the scratches on his chest. Oh yes scratches, he quickly brought his hand to his chest and felt the blood but no scratches. He was immensely confused by this and felt his ripped clothes in bewilderment. That surprise quickly turned to anger and he let out a slow breath from his nose rather annoyed at what perhaps his mind had told him. His whole being felt sore though from killing that imp repeatedly. Though there was something else, it was sharp and it felt like it was on his chest bone but there was nothing there.

Sitting down on the bed he said to the old man."Just sore I guess. I've been walking for quite a long time. I suppose that is why I threw up earlier...." Saying it Baulder didn't believe it but however it was the only answer he could give the old man he might understand. "I just need new clothes and some time to rest is all. But I can do that later, if you could just tell me or show me who to talk to about joining the college. I guess that would be fine. Yes, that would."

Sam chuckled. It was not in cruelty or malice he found amusement, but rather at the man's ability to easily overlook his pain and press on to things less important. His registering for the College could easily wait until the old healer was certain Baulder was alright. And that was what he intended to do. His fingers touched a salve, the inside looked a lot like yellowish beeswax with tiny crushed herbs and medical items mixed in. He took up the aeromancy blown jar covered by a cloth and tie. "Wounds are always first, then clothes and finally we're get you settled with the registering. Lucilia or Khan are the ones you should talk to for registering as a student."

He held out the jar to the student while he continued, "Now, since you are still able to move then how about you apply that to where it hurt. Work it gently into the muscle. It will sting at first, then fade the longer you rub being absorbed into the skin. I'll retrieve a water basin, water, things to wash with and clothes. Afterwards we'll head off to Khan's office and see if he's there. If not, Lucilia will be our next stop."

Once Baulder took the jar, Sam retreated to retrieve fresh clothes, water and a basin for the student.

Taking the jar and removing the top came rather fast. He began pulling out the thick substance and applying it to his chest. The stinging made him grin ear to ear as the sharp pain was much more welcome than the dull pain. He had preferred for as long as he could remember enjoyed getting something over with as soon as possible. He hated lingering things that he could do nothing about. Especially dull pain, he would rather be in shooting pain for however long the rest of his life was than most other things. He rubbed the viscous material on his chest and around his leg joints as it had just occurred to him that they hurt. He guessed he didn't tell an absolute lie to the old man earlier.

The relief was rather instant once he rubbed it into his muscles properly. It removed his grin and gave way to a more totally neutral Baulder. The fun was over now, he was just going to be annoyed for however this pain decided to last. Though he was more eager to go and register. To be completely honest he found this exercise fruitless. Well not completely, clothes were an interesting bonus. Yes, maybe it was worth this inconvenience. He quickly put the lid back on the jar and set it down and awaited the old mans return.

Sam went to the storage closet, his eyes spied the man using the salve and fully took in the damage. The man's shirt was shredded as if he had been attacked several times, the healer very familiar with tears caused by claws and long nails. Though he could never tell the source or cause of such things, noting the oddness of no wounds despite the blood staining it. Sam wasted little time to get a slightly oversized shirt, breeches which could be cut to fit (noting the odd and canine like shape of Baulder's legs) him better. Finally he placed a towel, wash clothes and basin over the clothing. The last thing he grabbed was a pitcher of water to fill the basin up with.

He returned just moments after Baulder had finished, depositing the assorted things upon the table at the bedside. "Something to clean yourself up with as well as the promised clothes. They might be a bit big, but should do the trick. When you're done, let me know. I'll see if one of the students can seek out Khan and ask his presence in his office shortly."

"Your helpfullness in this endevour is appreciated." Baulder said to to the man as he took his leave. He quickly took his tattered shirt off making sure to take his scarf he used to cover his mouth off of the point where the blood was now connecting it to the shirt. He then looked at his chest and realized there were no markings. The imp hadn't left a scratch on him. Slightly confused his mind quickly pressed on to the matter at hand. He took some water from the basin in his hands and rubbed it on his chest. Some of the blood that had stained on his skin began to run down him as he then attempted to catch it with the towel for the most part succeding.

He continued this process until he got to his face at which point he simply got his face a little wet and rubbed off the water with the towel. He decided that he would keep his pants for the time being however as he had become attached to them. Besides he doubted the ones the man had given him would stay up at all. He however did accept the shirt and put it on. After buttoning it up noticed it did not have a hood. He supposed he would rectify that later. He wrapped his scarf around his lower face and neck so that only his eyes and above were showing. Baulder drank the rest of the water that was in the basin even though his blood had been put in it from re dipping the rag. He found it added a nice metal taste to the water.

Laying down on the bed he decided that maybe he should sleep while he waited. It had been awhile...

Blood Act~ Lore /CS Thread

Baulder

UserName: cqbexpt

Character name: "Scarred hand", "Midnight", Baulder

Age: 30~

Mageblood type: Obiligatio

Favored Magic Class: Demonomancy

Previous Magic training: None that he can remember anyways

Race: Rheven-ari, Shayahn

Appearance: Burned in 3 clawed hand along the left side of his head, palm is centered over his eye. Has rather pale except around his face. This is due to him keeping himself covered most of the time due to his race being able to burn easily as a rule. His hair is black and stops just above his shoulders. He is as strong as most humans which makes his slim frame look rather muscular. Wears a scarf over the lower parts of his face most of the time but the rest of his clothes are generally either patchwork wraps or ropes. Though he is currently looking for new clothes.

Height: 6'2"

Short Bio: Baulder knows where he was born but that was only because he was told that few of his kind are born off midnight island. Though like most things he cannot remember exactly where. He has fragments of information of his home island such as sights, sounds, smells. But none of it makes any sense, to him anything before what he is now is nothing but a jumbled mess of emotions and sensory data. He assumes he was seeking knowledge of some kind as he has heard from a few other Rheven-ari that would have been the reason why he would of left. Though he assumes if he goes back there perhaps it might show him more of his past self. Baulder would never allow himself to do that though, it would kill him.....well atleast the person he was now. He has no desire to go back to being what he was whatever, it was that might be why he now fears his own sanity so.

Regardless what he can actually remember begins after the incident. He remembered waking up in a forest, surrounded by gutted wolves and scorched pelts. There were a group of humans surrounding him axes clenched and bows drawn. He remembered hitting the dirt before passing out. When he awoke he found himself in a house tied to a bed with an old women standing over him. He found out that the villagers that were standing over him earlier were a hunting party that found him out in the woods near their village. They had taken him back to their village once they realized that he was suffering from blood sickness. He had been unconscious for close to a week and the mayor of the village was close to having him killed as a sacrifice to some god he can't remember. For several days after he first woke up he was still confined to the house they had placed him in continuously asking him what happened in the woods. His answer was that he didn't know, which was of course the truth. They only let him leave once they managed to get a psychomancer from the village over to come and interrogate him. He remembered the women's face as it became wide eyed and she told them that he really didn't know.

The villagers told him that he owed them a debt for saving his life and at the time he wasn't sure what else he should be doing and thus agreed to pay it back with work. He assisted around the village for over a year helping build things or just being a courier for people. However this is what perhaps sparked his decent into madness. Baulder is very unsure of what it was like before his insanity began to fester but he knows that there was a time before it. However before he fully became overcome with insanity he was told the debt had been repaid, perhaps because they were just growing tired of his strangeness though. He took food and a map and was told that the next day he should head to the Twilight college. He did have blood sickness before and he guessed that it made sense for him to go somewhere that could atleast tell him what he was. The night before he left however he heard the name "Baulder" said to him louder and louder each time in a dream. When it began screaming the name at him he awoke. He decided that was what his name was, what else could it have been he thought.

So with a name and a purpose he set off to the college. It took him nearly a month to figure out where he was actually going. Though he was thankful now that the villagers had brought him along on their hunting parties. They never did teach him how to properly navigate the world though. He spent many months living off the land and descending deeper into the grips of insanity as he made his way to the college. Talking to people is what held it off in the beginning but now that he was alone it was able to take it's firm grip of him. He began avoiding cities in their entirety as for some reason he was beginning to like his own ramblings. He was never able to tell if they were all his though. However he eventually made his way south to the College.

Good Attributes: Insanity - While this is also a negative attribute it has it's benefits. Psychomancers not particularly skilled in their art would have a hard time trying to pin down what exactly they were looking at if they peered into his thoughts. His mind is either thinking a million things at once or absolutely nothing at all, a trait which is bolstered by his species natural inclination towards different ways of thinking. It is best not to tread where not even he would.

Species traits - Being a Rheven-ari comes with some upsides. Such as being resistant to piercing weapons, being able to outrun a majority of humans, multiple hearts and having an ability to sense magic in others.

Adaptable - Being able to change his way of thinking for the most part allows him to approach challenges a different way if his current method is not working. This coupled with an extremely fast thought process gives him an advantage over some of the races that inhabit the world.

Bad Attributes: Insanity - He will occasionally hear voices that are not there or create entire persons inside his head who he will talk to and quickly dismiss. His mind is a puzzle wrapped in an enigma. While sometimes he will have his moments of complete clarity most of the time he is bordering on the edge of being socially tolerable by most people whether he catches it or not is completely up to chance. However since he has been this way for so long he can't remember what it is like to actually be sane and thus absolutely fears the prospect of being such.

Amnesia - He can't remember a single thing about himself before about 2 years ago, other than a few random pieces that slip out of the block. Baulder fears what ever lies on the other side of the block and will do anything to avoid it being taken away.

Distrustful of Senses - He almost never trusts what his mind is telling him is happening. He heavily scrutinizes anything his eyes or ears tell him and thus may be a little slow to act.

Secret Word: Rebirth