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Evan stared at them wide-eyed, absorbing their thoughts on the matter of killing, and he nodded at each one to give them thanks after they spoke. Most of them expressed indifference or even glee as long as the killing lined up with duty or the greater good, so it was Jazdia's answer that really stuck with him, who expressed a blanket guilt over taking life.
There was some merit to be had with the answer of the woman wearing a red brigandine, even though he felt like her answer raised his eyebrow. The thrill of being in a fight, he's felt it before.
Veronica and the tall cloaked man's answers... were odd. About as odd as their existences and non-beating hearts.

Even if he could find solace with the greater good, Evan believed he was not ready, either. Humans were not wild animals, they did not rely solely on primal instinct. They could be reasoned with, dissuaded from their causes...
He would avoid shedding blood when he could.

There was the thing about the plan again... Indeed, he had thought the safest way was to somehow flush them out of the place where they'd have the upper hand, but there didn't seem to be a way to achieve that. Fighting in their own turf seemed so risky too, but they couldn't be allowed to turtle up there like Veronica said.
If Jazdia's psychoanalysis was right, that they'd flush themselves out... then it would be a lot easier.

Regardless, only one position really suited Evan here.
He eyed the map and summoned atop his hand an ice replica of Jazdia's bronze polished trinket. It hovered towards the map and placed itself beside Jazdia's trinket, at the open courtyard.
As Veronica said, laudable firepower... nonexistent experience in subterfuge.

The ice trinket wasn't cold to the touch, and didn't threaten to melt itself over time either.

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Evan knew enough about the time notation that 8:45 PM for him was... an incredibly early time to be sleeping. Usually he slept at around 3 to 4 AM to avoid sunlight, but at least he'd had a week to readjust.

He took his coonskin cap off to reveal his self-barbed unkempt hair, his scarf to reveal the rest of his face, lowered his long coat down to his elbows, and opened his cassock halfway down the chest area. Veronica, Charles and Farris would be aware of this 'ritual' Evan did in most nights and would have even jokingly referred to it as 'snake-like'.
Evan's body and clothes suddenly turned white as snow, then his hand reached for his neck and started pulling out a thin layer of elastic ice that enveloped his entire being.
One could deduce this was how he stayed clean without access to water.

All the while, there was a question lingering in Evan's mind. This trip so far had been a banquet of new experiences, most of them frankly an affront to his peaceful, scheduled life; but there's soon to be one new experience that only made him sad when he thought of it.
"What is it like to kill another person?" Evan asked within earshot of most in the camp. If asked if he has or hasn't killed a person before, he would shake his head.

Three seconds to take all of it off. It lumped into an icy ball hovering beside his hand, then vanished into nothing but a few specks of dust.
He then replaced the icy membrane that surrounded his being, a near-invisible armor that could deflect the claws of wolves. He fixed his clothes, then picked up his coonskin cap and scarf, and did the same process on a smaller scale.

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Evan stepped aside to let the two horsemen get some grub from this Louise person. It looked like pottage stew. A little bit nostalgic, it was a common meal prepped up back when he wasn't yet... alone.
"Thanks. I'm Evan." he said soft-spokenly towards Louise as the two others settled a ways away from him. A floating ice mug picked up stew from a floating ice hand holding the ladle already on the skillet, then the ice hand picked up the floating mug and followed Evan who had already walked off.

The subconscious calling to not attract attention, it ate at the back of his mind. He didn't know these people, and it was best not to be a nuisance to them. He sat at a middle spot of the camp where most of everyone is facing away or towards Veronica who'd started presenting their team's findings. Veronica took a glance at Evan. Unaware of social cues, he did not know why, and did nary but resume picking the floating chunks of food off the then-lukewarm stew, with a stick of ice.

He glanced at the rest of the team. The bears... could speak. One of the humans had a tail, and their oddly triangular ears were pulled further up the skull.
But the most unusual of all, was that tall hunched man with a large cloak. His heart didn't beat, his blood didn't move. Unlike Veronica who had blood in every cell in her body, this one had barely any, and what little remained is dried-up and blackened.

Evan should really stop staring.

A sip off his mug. Cold soup.

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Nearing the close of that ride and up the hill, they seemed to have formed a triangle of sorts. Veronica in front, the two horsemen in the middle, and Evan and his three wargs at the back. The first warg sat briefly as Evan dismounted and walked off, and the three wargs immediately bolted outward to set up a perimeter around this drastically open field.

Veronica seemed to know this woman with pointier ears than normal people.
Nosy as he was, his eyes glowed a vibrant gold, which he had not been able to do throughout the entire day.
Evan was not ready for the beacon of blood that shone before him. He winced but was too curious to stop staring.
Veronica... was unusual. Her heart didn't beat. No blood flowed, yet blood is everywhere in her being. Evan could make out every layer of her being from skin to bones, every cell suffused with blood.
It was strangely mesmerizing. He stopped himself, caught himself staring... averted his gaze.

Within that far horizon was the mountain range to the north. At the tallest peak should be his house, far too small to notice from this distance.

He glanced at Veronica again, then a little aways diagonally. Something he noticed, a glowing group of blood vessels far behind the hill. A huge group of horses and... bears. Roaming peacefully around the four visible humans.
He remembered that someone somewhere along the way mentioned that they're trying to rescue a bear named Cedar. These must be relatives.

Staying mum, Evan walked beside the other two humans with beating hearts and normal amounts of blood in their bodies.

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The white-haired boy wrapped in fluffy clothes, sitting on one of his three translucent wargs, reciprocated the gaze and simply nodded. As if on cue, the wargs began standing up too, and Evan was lifted up off the ground. He slung his left leg over the warg to sit properly.
"... just 'Evan' is fine." He glanced a bit at Veronica and spoke, with a worry over how mouthful her way of addressing him was, and his own doubts about being called a 'baron', he doesn't entirely know... what it means.

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A backup character / background NPC in the Great Misty Forest.
I'm still using Evan.

Name: Dixie Greene
Species: Human
Age: Thirty-something
Gender: Female

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Appearance:
Long flowing black hair. Soul-sucking amber eyes with unusually fantastic eyelashes, behind a pair of round glasses with no upper rims. Freckles.
Decently tall height, average build with hints of muscle.
A 5-piece ensemble of leather armor plus black sweater and black leggings that blend well with blood, underneath a beige robe and red burberry scarf with silver plaids.
Has a furry buckler with the face of a primate on her back.

Bio:
The Greenes are considered a noble family of adventurers, but in truth, it's an organization that picks up the young dregs of society, particularly those with innate talent, then turns them into adventurers. The young Dixie was adopted into this system, and was sent into the wider world when she was barely a teenager. To begin killing monsters and other humans from that young, is tragedy on its own.
Her final quest, to protect a little town surrounded by a rather expansive magical woodland, went relatively well. Saved the aforementioned misty forest from the budding seeds of demonic corruption. Saved the town itself from a more political type of corruption. Even met a man worthy to be her husband. Too bad he was a humonculus, though. Faded from the world, literally. She couldn't accept it.
While most others that were with her in that quest have left to do more good, she stayed and called it quits with her adventuring. In the eight years that followed, she had taken over her husband's position in this little town. Resident healer slash surgeon, and caretaker of a chapel no one really visits.
She didn't receive any letter or summons from anybody. Nor does she much care if sent one, either.

Passives:
Diminished Presence - A trick of the husband, easily branched through her partial assassin roots. Hides her presence. Footsteps and breathing are minimized. When you aren't directly staring at her, it's almost like she isn't there. A misdirection?
Ichorous Imbuement - A deceptively holy-like evolution borne out of her idealistic nature. Forcibly changes the colour of her spells to a glowing gold colour.
- Spells that emit raw mana or energy may minimally dissolve the affected into droplets and/or sparkling dusts of gold. Spells that create solid objects may be as hard as stone, if not already harder than.
Porous Wellspring - She lives and breathes mana. May subconsciously draw in foreign mana from her surroundings, able to seamlessly mix it with mana already stored in and generated from her own body.
Unusual weapon history. Adept with daggers, swords, maces, sickles, fists, palms, kicking, elbows, knees, grappling, throwing daggers, flintlocks, bows, and bucklers.
Child gymnast? Hyper flexibility on joints and spine. Adept at climbing, catching, and landing on her feet.
Fully ambidextrous.
Adept at whistling to call for and riding her trusted steed, a giant eagle named Garudha.

Spells:
Mana Tendrils - Her husband's signature spell, except she hasn't yet figured out how to keep the flesh undamaged when dissected.
- Create any number of tendrils made of raw mana, with sizes ranging from one huge tendril, 1ft in diameter and forceful enough to smack a boulder away... to a multitude of them, microscopic and sharp enough to cut through anything, as long as it doesn't move or resist with even the faintest of mana.
Mend - Hurls a wave of energy that heals or repairs the target to as close to an undamaged state as possible. Max range of 5m.
- Subconsciously casts this on herself when damaged.
Adept Mastery over Fire, Ice and Sky - Hardwired for speed.
- Emit a steady stream of fire from the body. Rapid-fire up to 10 fireballs per second. Instantly spawn any configuration of fire wall/pillar over a 1m² surface area.
- Instantly summon an up to 1m³ volume of dry ice, and possibly simultaneously launch it at 10m/s velocity or higher if smaller. Half the size, double the velocity, etc. Max velocity of 50m/s.
- Instantly shoot out a lightning bolt at up to 30m away, or continually electrify a target within physical contact.
Soul Siphon - Channeling. Requires full concentration (may be stringed along with simple attacks, at best), direct physical contact at the minimum, sped up by overall proximity between the two bodies. Rapidly drains the mana and stamina of one target at a time.

Equipment:
Dagger of Destiny - A blunt dagger made of bone. Exerts greater force than it is given.
Norland Scarf - Thick burberry silk scarf coated with a Fire Salamander's blood. Warm to the touch, resistant to slicing.
Persistent Primate - An oddly named, oddly designed cold-iron buckler with wooly fur and a primate's face carved on it. Name etched on back.
Magiglass Lens - Extra-durable eyeglasses. Zoom in when infused with mana.
Leather armor, 5 pieces. Chestplate, two gauntlets, two boots. Resistant to slicing.
Broken turquoise pendant.
Sapphire pendant.
Silver ring × 2. Left ring finger. Left middle finger.
Steel hairpin with amethyst ball tip.
Rotten healing potion. Eight years unused. They don't exactly age like wine. Tastes worse than kombucha. Doesn't heal. Induces gastric purge.

Other:
Aunt to Jack's bear children. Not by blood, just friends with their father.

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Name: Evan Mikkelsen, Baron
Species: Human
Age: Twenty-something
Gender: Male

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Appearance:
White disheveled hair, unkempt due to self-barbing. Not that anyone would know behind that furred coonskin cap with ear flaps.
Pale white skin. Flat silver eyes. Possibly handsome. Not that anyone would know behind the tall scarf covering his face.
Tall enough. Probably a fit, medium build. Not that anyone would know behind that fur-lined cassock topped by a long coat.
Strangely bare-handed despite all the thick clothing. Well-trimmed nails.
Smells of nothing.
Moonlight reflects off of his body and clothes, and gives him an ethereal, glowing look.

Bio:
Long ago. Thunderstorm. Military outpost way up north finds a lost child. How is it even possible? They're miles away from the closest village. Kid didn't talk. Didn't even know the language. It's as if the kid simply materialized from the storm. Seeing no objection, Mikkel, captain of these ten or so lowly soldiers, took him in as his own and named him Evan.
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Mikkel's untimely death was a sad day. It was not due to battle. Rarely did battle happen here. Illness coupled with age. Nothing even a prodigy of ice magic could do. At around this time, a sickness befell the Great Misty Forest not far from them. The three remaining soldiers decided to finally desert this hopeless fort, but Evan wandered further north to escape the trees yet also stay his post.
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Evan defeats the Spirit of the Hunt whose ire he had caught. His presence was an imbalance to the ecosystem of the mountains. Predators soon learned to leave him well enough alone.
...
The remaining guard of the northern border was granted barony. Evan built his measly cottage atop the tallest peak, overlooking a wide breadth of scenery. It took long to build, hauling wood and stone from the base of the mountain range. Furs and bones of animals made for nice flooring and cutlery.
...
The man who gave him barony sends another letter. War effort. A possibly better purpose than staying here and waiting for nothing to happen. He mulled it over, convened with Mikkel's burial ground, and later accepted it.

Passives:
Grade ver. 181812: Rahab - This passive's entire name is his birth name, if so ever someone develops a spell to identify birth names.
- Resistant to aging. Innate sense of fashion.
Expert Skinner - Knows how to remove skin, bones and unsavory internal organs off of game. Adept with knives.
Basic carpentry. Adept with hammers, saws, axes and shovels.
Basic swordfighting. Adept with swords and small shields.
Basic foraging. Knows which is edible. Adept with climbing trees and throwing rocks at branches.
Can cook, if by "cooking" you mean putting meat over a fire, and only that.
Adept at burying bodies with a shovel.

Spells:
Greater Mastery over Ice - Not quite peak, but very formidable.
- Summon up to 3m³/s of dry ice at up to 15m away.
- Psychokinetically control up to 3 whole 1m³-size chunks of ice within the same range (jointed segments considered as 1 chunk).
- Decompress any portion of dry ice into snow at the same rate as summoning it.
Extraneous Ice Imbuements - A small-scale spell to defy the physical properties of ice. It starts with draining all moisture and binding the molecules as tight as possible to allow it to stay intact at room temperature. Then, the extraneity. Making it as hard as steel, as elastic as rubber, and/or ductile enough to be shredded into strands and woven into fabric.
- Alters ice at a rate of 1ft³/s.
- This altered ice produces a faint glow while basking in moonlight.
- Melts back into dry ice when directly burnt.
- Decompress any portion of hardened ice back into dry ice at the same rate as altering it.
Summon Mystic Wargs - Divine power conferred by the Spirit of the Hunt. Under the bright moonlight, summon up to three translucent wargs to aid in most aspects of life. They last indefinitely and emit a faint light.
- May be fed raw mana to be healed. Their bites sap mana away from victims. Moonlight heals them too.
- They have minds of their own but are naturally attuned to Evan's intentions.
Blood Sight - Divine power conferred by the Spirit of the Hunt. Sees blood where there is blood. Sees blood through any obstruction. Perceives no colour on anything except the colours of blood. Evan's eyes turn from a flat silver to a vibrant gold while using this.
- Hurts to use during a bright and sunny day.

Equipment:
Clothes.
Leather hobnail boots. Slippery on tiles and smooth stone. Good traction otherwise.
Map of the territory surrounding Kindeance.
Letter of barony.
Letter of invitation.
A strawberry.

Other:
Painfully introverted and ignorant of the inner workings of this world.

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Name: Evan Mikkelsen, Baron
Species: Human
Age: Thirty-something
Gender: Male

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Appearance:
White disheveled hair, unkempt due to self-barbing. Not that anyone would know behind that furred ushanka with ear flaps.
Pale white skin. Flat silver eyes. Possibly handsome. Not that anyone would know behind the tall scarf covering his face.
Tall enough. Probably a fit, medium build. Not that anyone would know behind that fur-lined cassock topped by a long coat.
Smells of nothing.
Moonlight reflects off of his body and clothes, and gives him an ethereal, glowing look.

Bio:
Long ago. Thunderstorm. Military outpost way up north finds a lost child. How is it even possible? They're miles away from the closest village. Kid didn't talk. Didn't even know the language. It's as if the kid simply materialized from the storm. Seeing no objection, Mikkel, captain of these ten or so lowly soldiers, took him in as his own and named him Evan.
...
Mikkel's untimely death was a sad day. It was not due to battle. Rarely did battle happen here. Illness coupled with age. Nothing even a prodigy of ice magic could do. At around this time, a sickness befell the Great Misty Forest not far from them. The three remaining soldiers decided to finally desert this hopeless fort, but Evan wandered further north to escape the trees yet also stay his post.
...
Evan defeats the Spirit of the Hunt whose ire he had caught. His presence was an imbalance to the ecosystem of the mountains. Predators soon learned to leave him well enough alone.
...
The remaining guard of the northern border was granted barony. Evan built his measly cottage atop the tallest peak, overlooking a wide breadth of scenery. It took long to build, hauling wood and stone from the base of the mountain range. Furs and bones of animals made for nice flooring and cutlery.
...
The man who gave him barony sends another letter. War effort. A possibly better purpose than staying here and waiting for nothing to happen. He mulled it over, convened with Mikkel's burial ground, and later accepted it. He will arrive late, and he doesn't know he is late.
Truly the concept of time is foreign to him, as even the retelling of this story omits the gaps of several long years.

Passives:
Grade ver. 181812: Rahab - This passive's entire name is his birth name, if so ever someone develops a spell to identify birth names.
- Resistant to aging. Innate sense of fashion.
Expert Skinner - Knows how to remove skin, bones and unsavory internal organs off of game. Adept with knives.
Basic carpentry. Adept with hammers, saws, axes and shovels.
Basic swordfighting. Adept with swords and small shields.
Basic foraging. Knows which is edible. Adept with climbing trees and throwing rocks at branches.
Can cook, if by "cooking" you mean putting meat over a fire, and only that.
Adept at burying bodies with a shovel.

Spells:
Greater Mastery over Ice - Not quite peak, but very formidable.
- Summon up to three cubic meters of dry ice per second at up to thirty meters away. Psychokinetically control ice at twice the rate and range, even further away if ice is within line of sight. Disintegrate any portion of ice into smoke within a blink.
- Ice could be made sharp and forceful enough to shear through stone and iron. Stronger materials will require weakening, or be dealt with blunt force instead.
- Can shape and control ice as fine as a small hummingbird or a beetle while retaining its strength.
Extraneous Ice Imbuements - A small-scale spell to defy the physical properties of ice. It starts with draining all moisture and binding the molecules as tight as possible to allow it to stay intact at room temperature. Then, the extraneity. Making it as hard as steel, as elastic as rubber, and/or ductile enough to be shredded into strands and woven into fabric.
- This altered ice forcibly produces a faint glow of light.
- Melts into dry ice smoke when directly burnt.
Summon Mystic Wargs - Divine power conferred by the Spirit of the Hunt. Under the bright moonlight, summon up to three translucent wargs to aid in most aspects of life. They last indefinitely and emit a faint light.
- May be fed raw mana to be healed. Their bites sap mana away from victims. Moonlight heals them too.
- They have minds of their own but are naturally attuned to Evan's intentions.
Blood Sight - Divine power conferred by the Spirit of the Hunt. Sees blood where there is blood. Sees blood through any obstruction. Perceives no colour on anything except the colours of blood. Evan's eyes turn from a flat silver to a vibrant gold while using this.
- Hurts to use during a bright and sunny day.

Equipment:
Clothes.
Map of the territory surrounding Kindeance.
Letter of barony.
Letter of invitation.
A strawberry.

Other:
Painfully introverted and ignorant of the inner workings of this world.

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