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@Theyra

Valgo

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Tavern

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Valgo’s wide grin faltered just slightly as Desmond’s question registered. The barbarian had already turned his attention back to the table, lazily tapping his thick fingers on the wood as if considering the man’s words. The sudden silence stretched for a moment longer than comfortable, and Valgo’s slow, deliberate nod confirmed that he was still thinking. "Ahh yes. of course." he rumbled, finally breaking the quiet.

Leaning forward, the large man offered out his arm in greeting, seemingly content with Desmond's request. "Valgo," he said strongly, offering that and only that, a weight to the single word as if it carried significance. But it didn’t, not here anyway. After grasping the trader tightly by the wrist and locking him in a firm arm shake, Valgo let go and leaned back settling comfortably into his seat once again before continuing on. "Now, what I want…" He trailed off, considering it for a moment, eyes flicking to the trinkets scattered across the table, then back at Desmond.

"I need" the next word came out slow as he concentrates on it "pitch" he look to Desmond for confirmation he understood. "A barrel o' it. to keep the water out of things. Oh an' a block o' wax." He announced. His face slipping to something more serious now as his hands come to rest on the table. There was a pause, almost as if he hesitated, his voice lowering a little. "Need me an axe too... A good one. A big one. The sort that chop through more than just tree's."
He paused again, as though he was deliberating whether to reveal more, but his eyes never left Desmond’s. "I don’t trust just any traiter to get my things. I'm a man who gets what he’s owed, you better not be the sort to run off with my coin or make words you can’t keep." His voice and gaze growing sterner as he seemingly grows larger and more dangerous looking than before.
Then the barbarian slapped his hand back down on the table with a force that made the trinkets jump. "I’ll get you more of your little coins if you can get me my things." He added with a wave of his hand over the currency scattered on the table. His smile coming back to his face.

"So Desmond, what say you?"

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Behind the three men, beyond the ruckus of other brawling patrons came the loud shattering of wooden window panels as one unlucky height-challenged man was hurled through them. Standing in his wake, with a small clearing around him was a tall muscular man with wild dark hair that matched his beard. His piercing blue eyes fell onto Gabs and Alistrina, and he started stomping their way, barely slowing as he shoved men aside or threw out a heavy fist.

Meanwhile the trio of thugs were oblivious to the happenings behind them. The middle man seemed to pause and ponder on the revelation looking a bit confused. His younger companion to the side could wait no longer and lept forth swinging his fists out wildly.

This left the last man holding the chair to catch up,a moment later he step forth holding it up over his shoulder threateningly, waiting for his clear opportunity.

A new guild

Alright, gonna try and get some more traction in here.
Been a bit of a hectic time leading up to holidays.

Gonna go with violence just so I can see and test how we will handle it at later points in the RP.

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@Theyra@PrinceAlexus

Valgo

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Tavern

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Upon the barrage of attention the barbarian suddenly got from the serpentine barmaid, Valgo offered in reply a forced smile accompanied by a mixture of head shakes and nods. He felt he understood most of what she said and that he applied the appropriate gesture at the right time. It didn't look like she was runinn to him but then again she was different. Sometimes even when he did understand all of what these town folk were saying they would go and say something they didn't really mean. It was just another of the many confusing things about them. He just gave a slight shrug and the softest laugh as he focused back on the man at the table.

"Aye, Desmond Wahden. Dat's what said I. Desmond the traitor."
He grin widely, his attempt to look friendly coming off a little scary as he took a seat and sat with the man, slapping a meaty fist down onto the wooden table.
"Yer, I give you coins, you get my things from other towns where you traitor too." He made a little walking motion with his fingers, seemingly portraying Desmond walking to another town.

"The big town, I hear it has everything and you can get hold of everything. Yer?"
He sits back and eyes the man before him, eagerly paying close attention as he taps a finger on the table while waiting for a reply.

"Oh, I have your coins." He suddenly adds as if just remembering and reaches into a satchel around his waist. There's a clattering as he drops a handful of trinkets onto the table. His coin pouch a bit of an everything pouch.
Flint, stones, bones, some iron and sure enough, some coins scatter out before them.

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Valgo

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Stables -> Tavern

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Tidying up the last of his jobs, Valgo took one last look over the stables ensuring everything was in order before turning to leave. Sensing the direction they were heading, Rogh was near silent as he launch himself off the tribesman's shoulder and flew out into the open air.
Following the hawk, Valgo pause to pet one of the horses in passing and then he was out on the road again.

It wasn't too much later that his large hand was pressing against the wooden door of the tavern. Even from the outside he could feel the warmth from with in permeating through. With a slow gentle shove the door groan as it repeat its tedious repetitious motion and open. Valgo was instantly hit by the noise and commotion of the inn. He was not a big fan of the dense busy space, too many people, too unpredictable, but he [i]had[i] come to enjoy the beverages he could trade their coins for.

The concept of currency was still somewhat new to him although having used it now for a couple of years now he still found it all back to front. It gave weak men more and bent strong men to the mercy of their lessors. It allowed babes to starve while those with much orchestrated meaningless offerings to themselves. As wrong and messed up as it was, it was the world he was a part of now. Entering the establishment, the floor complaining under his every heavy step, he cross the room as he dig into his pocket searching for said coins.

He was halfway to the counter, doing a good job of ignoring those around him, when a figure suddenly caught his attention. A young man sitting alone in what the 'civilised' people probably considered fashionable clothing. He was drawn to this Lunarian not because he had seen the man before but because he had been told of his description in detail. Redirecting his path to the young man's table he stood over it and gesture to him with his chin.
"You Desmond Warren?"
He ask in his gruff foreign accent. The words sounding like they were going through a grinder on the way out of his mouth.

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"Didn't ya here?" The one at the front croaks in reply. "This 'ere belongs to the Timbermaw guild now. Out with ya unless ya want trouble!"
His stocky friend to the side chuckles. "Run along little messengers."
Almost as one, they take a menacing step closer.

Galen's our burst was not yet over, his breath momentarily taken by the shock of the situation. Old Al was tugging at his fine clothes trying to sit the infuriated noble down to no avail.

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Aliseth

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Eastern hate -> Town Centre

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Aliseth didn't linger at the camp much longer he had to, torch still in hand he turned to the same door guard as before, catching his gaze. "Do you have something to say soldier?" He challenges the young man as he steps closer. Beneath the man's gaze Aliseth wrapped his fingers around the hilt of the guards sword.
"Good." He reply when the soldier didn't.

"Now, I'll be taking this." The slice of drawn steel wrung out as Aliseth drew the door guards sword and re-sheathed it into his own empty scabbard. "Should you want your sword, you can find in near the bloody ice sculpture left on the road to the temple." With that, he pat the guard on the shoulder and turn to walk away. Despite not feeling it, he strode confidently through the camp and onto the path back towards town.

It felt good to have a weapon on his hip once again and the solitude of his walk did his mind some good as he ran through the events past. It took a while to put Nesna's insolence to rest. The thought of that rot-walker causing his blood to boil. Trying to act like she was still nobility and not the freak of nature his eyes laid upon. Thinking herself untouchable. His only solace was in knowing patience was all he needed and one day he would have the upper hand. Burying her from the thoughts of his mind he focused on actual nobility. One who deserved reverence and respect. One who looked the part.

No matter how he lay it out, his next task needed to be finding the princess. The captains threat linger in his mind. He knew she was safe, she had to be. He just had to find her. By now there was the chance she was already found. Lord Coswain was already tracking her after all not to mention that babbling noble who ran off. That left his thoughts to fall back on the priestess who was far too familiar with and comfortable around the dead. He would like to question her more later. For now, he was going back to the very beginning, back to the location in the town square where it all began.

Aliseth was sure to clean off any more dried blood that might be still clinging to him before returning to the festivities. His torch lighting his way, a constant illumination added to the pathways sporadic lanterns. Before he saw it he heard it. The continued festivities. He was surprised to see them still going just as before, all blissfully unaware of the murder that happened not too far away. Looking around he spotted the odd guard or two, but no one he recognised. He gave the odd nod in passing, trying to find a balance between looking friendly and busy. Avoiding the fires he follow his stomach and gaze over the food table. Not one for sweets he took the last and deliberately avoided undercooked rabbit haunch. He stared at the unappetising chunk of meat for a moment before biting into it as he moved on. It had been a good while since he ate last and even longer since he got to sit down and enjoy a meal. It felt like he was always eating on the go. Life was so busy and demanding as of late. Even all the way out here. Especially out here.

He took his rabbit and went and sat where the princess once sat. Finding the same spot still left unoccupied since their departure. He still held memories of that although a bit distorted. It all felt like so long ago already. He let his thoughts drift back to that time and consume him as he mindlessly consume his meal.

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@The Muse

Just did it for curiosities sake. I think it did a pretty good job.
Thats also credit to your write up.

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Is there room for another player?
Not myself but chatgtp

Lirael, a character 100% made by chat gtp after giving it the opening ooc post

Name:

Lirael Mornhaven

Age:

27

Appearance:

Lirael has a gaunt, ethereal beauty that seems to linger between life and death. Her pale complexion bears faint blue undertones, a mark of her Lunarian lineage. Long, silvery-white hair cascades down her back in loose waves, and her piercing violet eyes have a faint glow in darkness, an unsettling result of her blight-born transformation. She moves with an eerie grace, her form clad in dark leathers and silken robes, functional for both movement and combat. A small, crescent-shaped tattoo graces her collarbone—a tribute to Seluna, Goddess of the Moon.

Race:

Blight-Born

Blight-Born Traits:

Draining Ability: Emotional Drainer
Lirael feeds on strong emotions—fear, anger, passion, or sorrow—leaving victims physically exhausted and emotionally numb for a time. This can be fatal if she loses control or overfeeds, though she often refrains from draining humans directly.

Strengths:

Enhanced Reflexes: Lirael's speed and agility are far beyond that of ordinary humans, making her incredibly difficult to strike in combat.

Shadowmeld: She can merge into shadows, becoming near-invisible in dim light for short durations.

Emotion Sense: Lirael can sense the emotional state of those nearby, allowing her to detect lies, fear, or hidden intentions.

Weaknesses:

Blinding Light: Prolonged exposure to bright, magical light weakens her significantly, leaving her vulnerable and drained.

Emotional Instability: Feeding on emotions risks overwhelming her with the feelings of others, leading to confusion or temporary loss of control.

Cold Dependency: While resistant to blight's poison, she grows sluggish and weaker in warmer climates, unable to endure heat for long.

Kingdom:

Lunaris

Role:

Sage & Emotional Alchemist
Lirael is a researcher summoned to Dawnhaven for her expertise in blight studies and experimental emotional alchemy—a volatile practice that draws magic from emotions to create potions or spells. Her unique perspective as a blight-born has proven both invaluable and controversial.

Magic:

Specialization: Dark Magic & Psychic Magic
Lirael's Lunarian heritage makes her adept at dark magic, which she uses to manipulate shadows and ward off the blight. Her psychic abilities manifest in mild telekinesis, dream manipulation, and emotional alchemy—the process of distilling raw emotions into potent magical energy or elixirs.

Example Spells:

Shadow Bind: Summons dark tendrils to immobilize enemies temporarily.

Dreamwalk: Enters the dreams of others to communicate or uncover secrets.

Emotion Distill: Extracts emotions from living beings or blight-born creatures to infuse magical tools, elixirs, or wards.

Short Bio:

Once a scholar of Lunaris' mountain archives, Lirael was renowned for her brilliant mind and unyielding determination to uncover the mysteries of the blight. During an expedition to a heavily afflicted region, she was exposed to the deadly miasma. Her team perished, and for days, she lay dying. When she arose, she had become blight-born.

Reviled as a monster upon her return, Lirael was hunted and forced to flee her homeland. Determined to turn her curse into a blessing, she sought out the Prince and Princess of Dawnhaven, offering her knowledge and blight-altered abilities to aid in the settlement's survival. Though some distrust her, her findings have already helped delay the blight's spread near Dawnhaven. Lirael remains fiercely loyal to the colony—both as penance for her perceived sins and as a desperate hope to reclaim her humanity.

Misc:

Lirael keeps a journal detailing her observations of the blight and her research into blight-born physiology.

She has a small raven familiar named "Nyx," who often scouts for her and serves as a calming presence.

Despite her strength, Lirael longs for acceptance and fears losing control of her darker instincts, avoiding close emotional bonds whenever possible.

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Valgo

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Eastern gate -> Stables @Dezuel Anora @BlackRoseSiren Aurora

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As the guards walked off with the new blight-born, Valgo too was already on his way down the path, sinking into his memories once again.

continued memories

Valgo had started moving across the snow, he was only a few steps in when the distant town vanished before him. A wall of white sweeping across his vision making it appear as the ground was only a few feet away from his face.
But no matter how many steps he took, the sudden white wall continued to remain just out of his reach. He twist his head to gaze at the Völva steadily racing along the snow beside him.

By the spirits passed if she wasn't the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes upon. Her writhe nimble figure clad in furs but still defying the cold with patches of bare smooth skin exposed to the elements. Long braids of fiery hair hung behind her head adorned with small animal skulls and iron clips. Her slender neck bore a necklace of long bones and coloured stones.

Her face held fierce green eyes accentuated by the dark paint smeared from ear to ear, brow to cheek bone. Beneath and above it sat her unhidden freckles. Sharp deliberate lines were painted vertically down the centre of her soft full lips and followed over her chin and down her neck line leading his gaze.

She moved with elegant grace compared to his heavy stomping, silently catching up with and keeping beside him. One arm and hand outstretched before her holding up the illusion that concealed them all. Elegance and power. Confidence and control. She was everything his other mates were not yet she, as the clans witch, remain off limits, untouchable.

She was powerful. Magic like hers and even his had rules, it had laws that govern it. It was a practiced art of dedication and will. What the blight creatures used, the gifted chosen ones. It was something else all together. Lawless.
Unbridled, unrestricted powers that made no sense. Abilities beyond comprehension and reason. There was no explaining or understanding them. Valgo didn't like it but also couldn't deny it. Without their gifts, this important raid would be a suicide mission.

The familiar squawk of a sparrow hawk pulled Valgo from his deep revelry as he approached the towns stables. The bird fluttered it's wings as it brought itself to land on his wide shoulder. He grimace, turning his face away from the beating feathers until the predatory creature settled. A faint smile grew in the corner of Valgo's lips.

"Are da horses safe Rogh?" he asks softly in his deep, rough tribesman's accent as he crosses his hand over his body to scratch the birds neck. Now back in the real world he was aware of the presence of others, two in particular being near one of the horses. They seemed quite enamoured in their conversation and were causing no further trouble than to ruin his slolitude. The towering barbarian narrow his eyes and watch them for a moment, hawk sitting obediently on his shoulder twisting its head to and fro. With a soft grunt in the form of a sharp exhale, Valgo made his way to walk past the duo as he head further into the stables. There was still work to do.