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Day one,
the second Sun's day of Emberfall,
Year 184 of the 4th age.

The tavern was like any other. Wooden structure stained with despair, worn creaky floors marred by the scruff of countless passing feet, the scent of sweat and ale fused in the air with hints of the last cooked meal seeping through.
Saulvaur hosted two such drinking holes. One slighter nicer than the other, one to attract and entertain the passerby's while the other was a place for the locals to drown lost hopes without unnecessary frivolities.

But today was no ordinary day. The later, simply known as Balenof's, (named after its owner Balenof.) was alive with activity.
Following the days earlier proceedings at the towns centre, Balenof's had become the place the two newly licensed monster hunting guilds were forming.

There was much banter and arguing. Ones own thoughts could barely be heard over the loud ruckus as two teams slowly formed. Bravado was high and many an exaggerate tale was yelled loudly for attention. People were recruited, judged and rejected. Some even fought over. Interviews were a messy process that more than once involved an arm wrestle contest or chugging competition.

There was however a third party in the corner, not caught up in the rest of the happenings. Adding an air of sourness to the rooms testosterone filled activities. An old man who was laughed away or ignored, alongside a scowling young noble with fine soft features who to his dismay, for once didn't get what he wanted.

"Bunch of bafoons." The young noble grumbled, flicking his golden hair from his face with a twist of his head. There was after all a third guild recruiting today.
While not licensed to hunt monsters, and without the prestige of being adventurers, it was but a humble courier's delivery guild. The only option left for these two would-be monster hunters. An option offered in mockery but one they took.

The old man smiled softly and placed up his sign, looking out over the crowd hopefully, keeping an empty seat opposite himself vacant.

The helping hand.
Courier's guild.
Now recruiting.

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I'll get an opening post up today and the others can join/be recruited, when available. It will be a meeting at a tavern.

If there are any previous character connections now is the time to discuss.
It will probably be easier for the fey dragon if they already have a friend.
I'm also thinking no other guild would take the 'thief' so that's why they end up here.

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Flickerwing

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Nickname: Flickerwing | Name: Unknown | Age: Unknown | Gender: Male | Race: Faerie dragon

Main role: Scout

Side skills: Magic subversion (absorption, nullification, reflection), blink (short-range teleport)

Minor skills: Hunting, sense of orientation

Personality:
Like most Fae Dragons, Flickerwing is a mischievous and playful creature, until he suddenly isn't. His natural ability to seemingly pop in and out of reality is useful for pranking others, something he frequently amuses himself with, and with which he will torment you savagely if he dislikes you. He is also one of the fae dragons who chooses not to speak unless the circumstances are very dire, and even then, he hardly offers more than a word. Instead, he communicates with various sounds like chittering, squawks and hoots, as well as facial expressions and the occasional hand claw signals.

Not originally of this world, he is curious, perhaps to a fault, opening doors that would have better been left closed. Of all discoveries, he likes new tastes the most. Flickerwing has sensitive nose, so he steers clear of pungent odors, to the point of blinking away, regardless of any objectives in the contaminated area. When not doing antyhing, he loves to lounge on a sunny spot or by a fire to soak in the heat, and he loves flying in the rain.

Reason for joining:
He noticed others were venturing behind the walls, and followed them home.

Background:
Flickerwing has grown bored in his home, using his world's saturation with magic to cast a powerful gateway spell to a new world to explore.

Coming from a different world or perhaps dimension, Flickerwing is stuck in an alien world, unable to find his way back home as this world is not rich enough in magic energy for him to open a gateway back home.

As such, he was forced to adapt to his new surroundings, surviving in the wilderness long enough to encounter the hunters. Recognizing a fellow intelligent creature, he followed them to one of the towns, observing it from afar and from up high. Eventually, he recognized the 'outgoers' started grouping up, and as someone venturing into the wild himself, he came to join them, because of course - There was no other company to be had on his explorations.

Equipment:
Nothing yet.

Misc:
Theme: Nightwish - Moondance

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You can drop flickerwing in the Cha tab. :)

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@Expendable & @Cyrania
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Vellion Hurst

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Outside Eye of the Beholder.

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He held the charming grin, that playful devious smile, his eyes had an edge of danger, his voice a tone of assurance and control... even though he felt like a cornered rat. The space around him opened just a little and he welcomed it. As he took control of his thoughts a reminder swelled deep within him. Hunger.
"You are all really too kind." He protest as his head turns to acknowledge each woman around him one by one, meeting their eyes, each more beautiful in their own right.

“Even if it is just… a dog bite, as you so put it, you lose nothing by allowing it to be looked at.”

The compassion of the moon haired lady was fierce. he should really get their names. "The harm would be to my stubborn foolish pride." his words come out on a defeated exhale. He relaxes his posture as he expertly fakes this revelation. This deep confession."I have little else, let me hold onto that." Women couldn't understand or question the strange workings of an honourable man's pride, hell, Vellion didn't even understand it himself. It was never a thing that he was burdened by. Then the other woman spoke again, pulling his eyes back to her where they rest so naturally.

“Or perhaps,”“if you will not allow healing, you’ll accept some other comfort.”

His eyebrow slightly raise at that offer and the smirk lifted in the corner of his lips as he hung on her following words. His eyes were pulled to her lips, that soft 'radiant' smile. All the whilst his hunger slowly grew. Infiltrating and invading his thoughts. Natural and unnatural urges mixing and confusing one another.

“And I won’t hear another word about my supposed ‘radiance’. If it inspires such foolishness as ‘crawling through blight’ then perhaps your road to recovery is best paved without my involvement.”
“It’s a day of celebration — if you insist on attending, you should at least keep yourself from agravating your injury any more.”

He let the air fill with a steady pause after her words, but he made it known his were to follow.
"And on that my lady, we both agree. You are wisdom and grace wrapped in beauty and kindness. Who could focus on such things as recovery when you are around but a man both blind and deaf. And I am neither."

He gave that a moment to sink in as he shuffle back and despite still being on the floor, took a more proud and confident pose. Words, he could hide behind.
Before anyone else could add anything more he continued. Flashing his devilish grin first. A grin that held hints of something else.

"But as you say, this is time of celebration. Merriment is rare in these dark times, let us all enjoy it and forget about our other worries for this brief moment. Let the stresses that cling and clutch to us be no more while the festive fire burns. If only for a short time, let us be free of ourselves."

It was almost melodic the way he spoke, smooth soft soothing words dancing through the air, playing on listeners ears. They reach inside each individual that might find their own connection to them.
Leaning on truths to give weight to his song, his emotions were so wide, so raw, that he could not conceal them all. Flashes and hints occasionally filtering through, tearing at his mask.

One such deep seeded idea tug his lip into the beginning of repulsion, teased at his brows to briefly furrow with disdain. The flash was small and brief, but it undeniably existed. His disgust for the blightborn woman. His eyes once spotting the horns refused to focus on them again. The avoidance more obvious than a stare.

The complications and hypocrisies were not lost on him but old habits were hard to hide and he hadn't the time to unravel all these new revelations just yet.

Soon she return with a welcomed blanket and disregard food. Of course, he should be cold. Faking a shiver he wrap himself in the blanket and then offer a hand up seeking help to stand.

"I think I'd like to see the temple."

...and the hunger continued to grow.

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SAULVAUR
A crossroad of two trading routes, this small town acts as a waypoint for weary traders and travellers.

A recent increase in monster related fatalities lead to an accompanying shortage of supplies. Which in turn then lead to a few wild and questionable witch hunts, which only resulted in further fear and chaos. The consequent unruliness and burden of complaints to the crown saw new laws put in place.

Only authorised guilds could freely hunt monsters. And due to a lack of unity and coordination, all small and solo mercenary bands were ordered to join a guild or disband.

A meeting was held calling all potential hunters, applicants and leaders. For the sake of unity, the town would limit its number of guilds. For the sake of healthy competition it would have more than one.

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As always, there are those that cannot agree. Were not chosen. Cannot get along. The outcasts if you will.
There were also those amongst that group who wouldn't take no for an answer, couldn't accept any other future than the one they sought. They banded together and despite not being recognised as an official monster hunting guild, opened up 'The Helping Hand'.

Not a monster slaying guild, nor mercenaries for hire, but a courier guild. Stretching the bounds of transportation and delivery services. Residing in an old lonely farmers spare cottage, funded by an young headstrong foreign noble. The only thing they share is a desire to add great deeds to their name.

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