Necrophage

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Daelin got out of the seat to properly greet the Lieutenant Colonel. He flashed her a smile and a two-finger salute, raising two fingers pointed to his head before waving them out and relaxing. "Pleasure, ma'am." It was kind of a scout thing.

The outside was so close now. The real job was about to start.

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Daelin chuckled. "Guess those weren't your tells then." He excused. Reaching across the table he swept the pile of cards to his side. "Now I have options." He said with a wry smile.

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Daelin looked at the two 4's in his own hand and spread a toothy grin. "Callin' your bluff." He challenged. Luck was on his side. Fat chance the other two were in Flin's hand. Or so he thought.

Seemed like Lyullia had opened up a little. She had a good soft side for her family. That much couldn't be said for Pyra. Daelin had no idea what was going in with that one. He seemed like he wanted to stay a stranger for the time being. Estranged family could be a hard thing. Daelin really couldn't relate.

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"We'll play some Bluff. Personal favorite of mine." Daelin dealt all the cards out evenly to everyone at the table. He took a single card from his hand and placed it face down in the middle. "One ace." He grinned. He placed the rest of his cards face down on the table as he waited for the next person to play.

Daelin looked to the others who weren't participating. He casually leaned back in his chair and folded his arms behind his head. "So Pyra, Lyullia. What kind of families have you two got? Mine's not very big but we're close knit." Daelin asked.

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Daelin pulled a deck of cards out from a pack. "You guys always this dour? And I thought lookin' at trees all the time got me moody." He smiled a little as he shifted his eyes between those present and glanced at the opening in the roof. "How 'bout a hand? Lighten the mood a little. There's no reason to watch outside for another good hour. Once we're clear of the city limits it can be all business and career talk." He shuffled through the cards quickly. It was very clear he'd done this many times.

Daelin turned his eyes to Lyullia. "Money is a good enough motivator. Mine was family. Love my dad. Crazy, excitable fool but that makes him so much fun. He lost both his legs and survived. He's still kickin' and spittin' fire like nothing ever changed, too. Pretty inspirin' to me." Daelin finished his shuffling, pressing the edge of the deck against the table before placing the whole thing face-down. "Come on, let's have a game. You too, Noru." He raised his voice to grab the attention of their bard. "Get down here Flin! It's time for mandatory fun."

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Daelin Calso

Name: Daelin Calso
Age: 27
Appearance: Daelin is a man with weathered features, always with five o'clock shadow and baggy eyes. His eye color is a light gray and he has dirty blond hair. He has a scar from the corner of his forehead leading into his messy hair. He is lithe and muscular.
Personality: Daelin jokes about almost everything whether it's funny or not. It may be that he's trying to seek some kind of humor in a job where he's used to losing companions to the beasts.
Height: 6'1"
Race: Human
Home Nation: Arcadia, born and raised.
Magical Capabilities: Arcane.
Daelin uses only minor tricks and has never dabbled in advanced magic. Telekinesis is his most prominent go to trick, used primarily in combat for retrieving weapons or tricking enemies. He has never been able to lift very much and his mana capacity is fairly low.

History: Daelin Calso, pathfinder and forward scout. At least that's what he is now. Used to be that he started as a woodsman's boy, chopping down wood with his father in the forest on the edges of Arcadia. A dangerous profession with the abhorrent dangers around. Hiring guards was a must but it also made gathering wood from outside lucrative. Of course that was until his father's luck ran out. A great big ol' beasty got a taste of daddy o's leg and the man never walked again. Daelin was forced to become the man of the house and what better way than to enlist in the military. Describing his past work experiences and ability to track animals made him an obvious pick as part of a scout party. He's been an Arcadian knight for eight years and despite being a respectable, hard working soldier shows little ambition for rising in the ranks.

Rem Vano

Name: Rem Vano
Age: 56
Appearance: Rem has long red hair, parted away from his face and tucked behind his ears. He has a big, pointed nose and a slightly wrinkled forehead. His eyes are green and he has a short, bright beard.
The garb stories witness him in is a mantle made out of the bark from a tree that makes his shoulders look far broader than they actually are and a cloak of patched furs drapes around.
Personality: Blunt but wise, Rem is a talkative individual. He seems to speak to everything, adding an air of mysetery and madness to him.
Height: 5'9"
Race: Human
Home: A hidden cottage in the wilds.
Magical Capabilities: Gaian
Moving the landscape, commanding the plants and speaking to beasts is part of Rem's staple magic.

History: Rem Vano is a relatively young druid as far as druids go. He's been in the wilds for little over a decade now. He associates often with travelers, appearing as a kindly stranger to those that respect the forest.
The time he spent before that was in exploration of magic and debating its practices and uses. From Arcadia to Marrenfell, to Kell he researched and pondered on the nature of things. Everything he found had a limit. People treated magic less as a respectable force of nature and more as something to be manipulated, abused and used against one another to get gain. Orders of priests and their healing magics seemed the most attractive but they had their own problems serving entities with ulterior motives, especially Berganfont. That drew Rem to the ancient rites of the druids, to the order that still existed even if it were reclusive.

Kanna Astorian

Name: Kanna Astorian
Age: 89
Appearance: Kanna is a lovely depiction of eldin charm. She has bright green eyes and long black hair. Her slender features are always accentuated by an extravagant dress.
Personality: Kanna is most often bold and provacative. Her mood and personality seem to change just as easily as if she were to change a mask. Her ability to act and grandstand are exceptional. Underneath all the lies and the act she is incredibly insecure with an agenda always on her mind.
Height: 5'9"
Race: Eldin
Home: Kell
Magical Capabilities: Psychic
Kanna is secretly one of the foremost experts in psychic magic. Her very presence can alter a person's mood if she applies the right pressure of power. Few of her tricks can be used to actually hurt someone, rather augmenting states of mind or making them see things that aren't there. Given enough time and effort she is able to brainwash people, even making them think they are other people themselves.

History: Kanna was born to a highly esteemed family of the eld. The Astorians were known for their moral uprightniess and they did their best to provide everything necessary for her, hoping she would make for a good healer or some other beneficial role to society. Their hopes did somewhat come to fruition. She learned from some of the greatest tutors money could afford. Politics, theater, magic, business. She was well-educated and had a great mind for trade and business but she saw issue with the morals of her family. Where they saw profit in doing good she saw loss. She anticipated events no one else had. There was an obsessive, almost psychotic need to know things, to explore between the lines in her mind. She never had chances to leave Kell, it was dangerous outside when you had few means to actually defend yourself. Death was not in her plans so she played idly by, gathering resources and contacts, learning more and hatching plans for her masterstroke. What exactly is her masterstroke? Her goal? To unite all nations under one banner, whether it was hers or a puppet nation it didn't matter. Unity was needed for the foreseeable future and any evil needed to get there was worth it. After all, what was evil other than a disagreeable act to the ignorant? Living in walls wasn't survival. A world where giant walls no longer needed to be built was a paradise to look for and could be achieved in no other way than through absolute unity.

Vetch, the Hand of Kanna

Name: Vetch
Age: 36
Appearance: Vetch is likely one of the ugliest of the eld alive. He is bald and pale with abnormally large ears. His blood shot, red eyes bulge out of his head. On top of that his jaw is crooked to the side and it looks like at one point his nose was broken and healed improperly. He favors longcoats with hoods to keep his head and face covered. An old injury forces him to hobble with one foot but it doesn't slow him down as much as you'd expect.
Personality: Disturbingly calm and absolutely obedient to his master, Kanna. Vetch would do the extreme for her. He seems to always be dire and grave in his speech and mannerisms.
Height: 6'3"
Race: Eldin
Home: Kell
Magical Capabilities: Water Elementalist
Vetch is a capable elementalist using water and ice, two sides of one facet. Many of his techniques mirror bladed weaponry. Mist is one his favored spells, allowing him to slip in and out of locales while people think it's simply a natural part of nature.

History: At a young age Vetch was adopted from an orphanage along with several other children to a noble family known as the Astorians. Of course no one actually knew the Astorians were involved in the adoption. The children just seemed to disappear. No one ever missed them. Vetch was infatuated with Kanna, the leader of the noble house. She was kind and benevolent to him as none other. While she spent personal time with many of them she never had to use her power to affect his mind. He was willing to be her tool, to learn from her, to be tutored and molded. The other children weren't as willing, but they came around eventually whether they wanted to or not. Vetch became a trusted right hand servant to Kanna, performing tasks that would normally put her at risk. He is in generally kept secret from the public and acts as a subtle agent.

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"Y'all are underestimating true ingenuity. Loks are strong, sure, but there's ways around it." Daelin sat up and shuffled to the other room. He unbundled a box and pulled out a mass of cords to show everyone. "Beasties the size of the 'van can't break this wire cord. It's supposed to be used for hauling extra containers and pulling other 'vans out of muck or ditches." He stowed it back into its box. "So unless we deal with a 'zerker we're good. Course the easiest solution to a rogue lok'sha is a chop to neck." Daelin concluded.

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"Hmmm.." Daelin considered just how useful such a trick could be. Could be used to affect the direction of sound which seemed irreplaceable if you wanted to distract a wild beast away from the caravan. "I expect you to show me up with that one." He said with a wry smile.

As Zay called them in, Daelin put his knife and trinket away. He went inside and slumped down into a chair for the debriefing.

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Daelin paused his project to start counting fingers, still clutching knife and wood. He stopped counting and shrugged. "'Bout a third of my life I guess." Daelin went back carving. "Seen all kinds in this work. Of people and beasts. Even different machines too." A smile spread on his face just thinking of the different caravans. "Escorted this noble. He paid for the whole thing see, and he needed a good recon man. That was me." He added, jabbing a thumb to his chest. "Guy had this magicked steel tank inside his 'van. Hot as hell out an' this fancy thing breathes out winter air." Still holding the knife with thumb and index finger, Daelin fanned his hand out to emphasize the marvel. Then he slumped a little. "Unfortunately a big ol' lizard cracked the 'van like a squirrel cracks a nut and got a mouth full of winter. Or was that fortunate?" He scratched his head with two fingers. "Lizard sure didn't like that one, I tell ya. Scared 'em off actually. Probably saved that prissy noble too."

"So ya like music, Flin? Why's 'at? Playing music out there sounds like dinner'n a early grave. How's that work for ya?"

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Daelin leaned against the outside doorway and produced a foldable knife and trinket sized piece of wood. He went to whittling away as he commented. "If you ever wanted to know how a fish feels as it's steamed alive this contraption perfectly simulates it in the heat of the day."