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Sten sighed louder than he intended when the Interrogator put on her limiter. Sten disliked her presence. When she was around, the chorus of quiet voices in his head grew silent. As much as he disliked 'hearing' the warp in such a way, he had grown to rely upon their whispers of things to come. Remaining silent, he beheld the other members of the Inquisitor's Warband.
Sten could sense the assassins' desires to kill long before he saw them. They seemed like tightly wound springs, waiting patiently and alertly until they could be unleashed. The sisters seemed to possess some spark of talent with the warp, though he knew not where their talents lied, and so did not probe too closely. The magos seemed like most techpriests, lost in his own world most of the time, but Sten did sense something that set himself apart from the others, though he did investigate further, out of courtesy to his teammates. The ecclesiarch was looking at him, and Sten met his gaze, only to have it broken promptly. Sten sensed a faint amount of disgust directed towards Psykers from him. Sten found this hurt more than it should. He wasn't proud of his psyker gifts, nor with what he'd done, but he was doing the best he could with the hand he'd been dealt. All he had left was to do the most good he could before he died, since 'only in death does duty end.'
Sten could sense the assassins' desires to kill long before he saw them. They seemed like tightly wound springs, waiting patiently and alertly until they could be unleashed. The sisters seemed to possess some spark of talent with the warp, though he knew not where their talents lied, and so did not probe too closely. The magos seemed like most techpriests, lost in his own world most of the time, but Sten did sense something that set himself apart from the others, though he did investigate further, out of courtesy to his teammates. The ecclesiarch was looking at him, and Sten met his gaze, only to have it broken promptly. Sten sensed a faint amount of disgust directed towards Psykers from him. Sten found this hurt more than it should. He wasn't proud of his psyker gifts, nor with what he'd done, but he was doing the best he could with the hand he'd been dealt. All he had left was to do the most good he could before he died, since 'only in death does duty end.'
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The strange man seized his shoulder, planting his hand directly on his armlet. Kareth was petrified with dread: How could he tell? Was it a bulge of the sleeve? Is he an evoker himself? Or has he somehow been trained to sense evokers? He frantically thought. The man released Kareth and started to leave, pausing to give him some parting words. "They say that relics are as tied to each other as they are to their masters. Many scholars in the north believe that Evokers are destined to cross paths. Do you believe that?" Before Kareth could respond, a procession of bustling priests blew through the chapel. Once they passed, the mystery man said, "This is a dangerous city, and a dangerous place for an evoker. And the church is to holy for one to provoke another inside its walls," before following the procession.
Kareth let out a relieved breath, and noticed his hand had unconsciously gripped his sword. He relaxed his hand and waited a minute before leaving the chapel. I'll never be able to return here. Who the hell was that man? He figured it would be better to return to the tavern and retrieve his arms and armor. It certainly seemed like anti-evoker sentiment might be brewing within the city, a sentiment he didn't want to meet unprepared.
Kareth let out a relieved breath, and noticed his hand had unconsciously gripped his sword. He relaxed his hand and waited a minute before leaving the chapel. I'll never be able to return here. Who the hell was that man? He figured it would be better to return to the tavern and retrieve his arms and armor. It certainly seemed like anti-evoker sentiment might be brewing within the city, a sentiment he didn't want to meet unprepared.
Ray was late in arriving to the ship. The reforging process was a bit longer than either he or George, Lisset's father, anticipated, but his rapier was repaired. The forging process wasn't the only thing that kept him. He had a very deep conversation with George, and it had affected him greatly. He would have to have a private conversation with the Captain about this, but it wouldn't be about leaving. Almost all the doubts he had when he arrived to the island were gone.
When he got to the ship, he was surprised to see Kai leaving. He was a little disappointed, but understood his reasons. “I've been getting an itch to spar with you, Kai. We should do that next time we meet.” As the ship started setting off, Ray found his viola and started playing along to a song. After finishing, he approached Runali.
“Captain, I'd like to say something. When we first met, I swore an oath to serve you, but I didn't fully understand what that entailed. My mind was on other things, and I had already sworn an oath, a foolhardy and impassioned oath, but my word nonetheless, upon my sword,” He drew his rapier to illustrate his point. “The sword had been broken and reforged, and thus my old oaths have been broken, and they must be reforged. I hereby pledge my life and service to you, Captain Runali Lev, for as long as you see fit to hold me. This I swear upon my sword and my honor.” He raised the blade to the captain and then sheathed it.
I'm really sorry, Aki, I'm working on a post. I'm just being lazy again, sorry.
Also, from what I've gathered, RWBY is a series made by RoosterTeeth, the same guys who made Red vs Blue.
Finally, I'm letting you guys know now that I've just received Jury Summons for September 8th, so I seriously doubt I'll be able to post that day, and depending on whether or not I'm chosen, I may not be able to post reliably after that.
Also, from what I've gathered, RWBY is a series made by RoosterTeeth, the same guys who made Red vs Blue.
Finally, I'm letting you guys know now that I've just received Jury Summons for September 8th, so I seriously doubt I'll be able to post that day, and depending on whether or not I'm chosen, I may not be able to post reliably after that.
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Holy monkey turds, we have a lot of posts here. ಠ_ಠ
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Kareth of Lendria
Church of the Holy Order of Idris
The man who called himself “Starry” was about to leave, but stopped by his pew. "Are you a religious man?" he asked.
Kareth squirmed inwardly, but did his best to dissemble. “Not particularly,” he answered. “I just come here for the silence. It is... relaxing.” After a pause, he rose and extended his hand. “I'm Kareth, a wandering sellsword.” He was reluctant to give any more of his name; there was no telling how far word of the 'Crimson Serpent' spread, or how much was known about him.
Church of the Holy Order of Idris
The man who called himself “Starry” was about to leave, but stopped by his pew. "Are you a religious man?" he asked.
Kareth squirmed inwardly, but did his best to dissemble. “Not particularly,” he answered. “I just come here for the silence. It is... relaxing.” After a pause, he rose and extended his hand. “I'm Kareth, a wandering sellsword.” He was reluctant to give any more of his name; there was no telling how far word of the 'Crimson Serpent' spread, or how much was known about him.
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Kareth of Lendria
Church of the Holy Order of Idris
Kareth of Lendria had arrived in the city almost a week ago. The coronation was big news in the area and it also meant that there would likely be some political change. Whenever there was a change in politics, there were often those who would oppose such changes, violently. That was where Kareth hoped to come in, coming to work for rich noblemen and wealthy royalty seeking to enforce their will upon the world. But the coronation wasn't for some time, and he had plenty of time on his hands. He had taken to sitting in the Church of the Holy Order of Idris. It was a quiet and peaceful place where he could lose himself in thought and memory. So long as he wore his relic under his clothing and didn't show up during services, he didn't have to worry about being harassed by the priests.
A man about his age, walking with a staff and a limp entered. The rhythmic clack of the staff hitting the marble floor and the clinking of chainmail distracted Kareth from his reflections. He took a seat in a pew on the other side of the aisle and asked to see someone about evokers within the city. This put Kareth on edge. On the off chance that he could be identified as an evoker, he could end up in some trouble. All he had to defend himself with was a leather jerkin and a simple shortsword; the rest of his weapons and arms were back at the tavern. If he got up and left now, it could arouse undue suspicion, and for all he knew, the authority on Evokers couldn't identify him at all, and he could be worrying for nothing, so he stayed in his pew, but kept an eye on the wanderer across the aisle.
Church of the Holy Order of Idris
Kareth of Lendria had arrived in the city almost a week ago. The coronation was big news in the area and it also meant that there would likely be some political change. Whenever there was a change in politics, there were often those who would oppose such changes, violently. That was where Kareth hoped to come in, coming to work for rich noblemen and wealthy royalty seeking to enforce their will upon the world. But the coronation wasn't for some time, and he had plenty of time on his hands. He had taken to sitting in the Church of the Holy Order of Idris. It was a quiet and peaceful place where he could lose himself in thought and memory. So long as he wore his relic under his clothing and didn't show up during services, he didn't have to worry about being harassed by the priests.
A man about his age, walking with a staff and a limp entered. The rhythmic clack of the staff hitting the marble floor and the clinking of chainmail distracted Kareth from his reflections. He took a seat in a pew on the other side of the aisle and asked to see someone about evokers within the city. This put Kareth on edge. On the off chance that he could be identified as an evoker, he could end up in some trouble. All he had to defend himself with was a leather jerkin and a simple shortsword; the rest of his weapons and arms were back at the tavern. If he got up and left now, it could arouse undue suspicion, and for all he knew, the authority on Evokers couldn't identify him at all, and he could be worrying for nothing, so he stayed in his pew, but kept an eye on the wanderer across the aisle.
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Thanks.
Name: Kareth of Lendria, the Crimson Serpent
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Relic Description: A bronze armlet shaped like a snake with eyes made of carnelian. It grants the user increased speed, seeming to the user as if time has slowed. This effect exhausts the user quickly and is best when used for brief bursts of reaction time. It can also be used to accelerate the users movements, but at the cost of causing the user bodily harm. The longest Kareth used this acceleration ability for was ten seconds, and he was bed-ridden for a week after, coughing up blood.
Skills: Kareth is a skilled warrior. He has been trained in war since youth and is skilled in the use of most weapons and armors. He knows some generic survival skills and basic weapon/armor repair and maintenance skills, but knows little not regarding to fighting.
Background: Lendria is a small Kingdom constantly threatened by the larger kingdom of Cerania. Even when not officially at war, the people of both nations constantly stage raids against the other, so war is never far from the minds of Lendrians. As such, their warriors are renown for their fierce determination and skill.
Kareth's parents were killed in a border raid when he was young, and he was taken in by a Lendrian Knight, and raised to be a warrior. He soon learned that the family heirloom armlet was in fact a Relic of the Old Kingdom that could help him in combat. He earned considerable fame during wars with Cerania, earning himself the rank of Knight and the title of 'The Crimson Serpent,” in reference to his armlet, his almost unnatural speed and the Standard of Lendria: a red Basilisk.
During his campaigning, he met a young Ceranian woman whom he eventually fell in love with and married. After that war with Cerania ended, Kareth tried to settle down with his wife, but she was killed by fellow Lendrian townsfolk, fearful and hateful of her nationality. With her murder, Kareth realized that he could find no peace or happiness in Lendria, that someone, either Ceranian or Lendrian, would one day come along and try to crush is dreams in the great cycle of vengeance he was a part of. So Kareth left his homeland, searching for a place where he could possibly settle down.
Appearance:
Motivation: Kareth hopes to one day rediscover the peace and happiness he briefly had with his wife, but seriously doubts that his dream will ever come to fruition. Overall, he doesn't know exactly what he wants nor how to find it, and has been drifting from place to place working mercenary jobs.
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Name: Kareth of Lendria, the Crimson Serpent
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Relic Description: A bronze armlet shaped like a snake with eyes made of carnelian. It grants the user increased speed, seeming to the user as if time has slowed. This effect exhausts the user quickly and is best when used for brief bursts of reaction time. It can also be used to accelerate the users movements, but at the cost of causing the user bodily harm. The longest Kareth used this acceleration ability for was ten seconds, and he was bed-ridden for a week after, coughing up blood.
Skills: Kareth is a skilled warrior. He has been trained in war since youth and is skilled in the use of most weapons and armors. He knows some generic survival skills and basic weapon/armor repair and maintenance skills, but knows little not regarding to fighting.
Background: Lendria is a small Kingdom constantly threatened by the larger kingdom of Cerania. Even when not officially at war, the people of both nations constantly stage raids against the other, so war is never far from the minds of Lendrians. As such, their warriors are renown for their fierce determination and skill.
Kareth's parents were killed in a border raid when he was young, and he was taken in by a Lendrian Knight, and raised to be a warrior. He soon learned that the family heirloom armlet was in fact a Relic of the Old Kingdom that could help him in combat. He earned considerable fame during wars with Cerania, earning himself the rank of Knight and the title of 'The Crimson Serpent,” in reference to his armlet, his almost unnatural speed and the Standard of Lendria: a red Basilisk.
During his campaigning, he met a young Ceranian woman whom he eventually fell in love with and married. After that war with Cerania ended, Kareth tried to settle down with his wife, but she was killed by fellow Lendrian townsfolk, fearful and hateful of her nationality. With her murder, Kareth realized that he could find no peace or happiness in Lendria, that someone, either Ceranian or Lendrian, would one day come along and try to crush is dreams in the great cycle of vengeance he was a part of. So Kareth left his homeland, searching for a place where he could possibly settle down.
Appearance:
Motivation: Kareth hopes to one day rediscover the peace and happiness he briefly had with his wife, but seriously doubts that his dream will ever come to fruition. Overall, he doesn't know exactly what he wants nor how to find it, and has been drifting from place to place working mercenary jobs.
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