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Good thing he told me that now and not after an attempt to kill him.

"I see. So you were here more before I was and you might have just been in here all this time and I don't recognize you. Wearing that mask around all the time, I don't reckon you want much of anyone to know who you are. I probably should do a better job in that aspect. Maybe some other cover would help. I have some disguises now and then. I ain't one of them superhuman anomalies, so a costume like yours is off the table."
Name: Lanestol

Alias: The Cardinal of Calamity

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Priest

Appearance:


Lanestol stands 6' 2", wears light leather armor beneath his black robes becoming of a member of most planes' clergymen. He has a bit of a trimmer stature, on the lighter side of athletic as he relies more on his magics than physical capabilities.

Magical Specialty: Transfer of life energies (helps him stay young), defense and evasion

Primary Color: White

Secondary/Tertiary colors: Black, Red

Preferred creatures: Foxes, Clerics, Vampires, Priests, Demons

Favorite mechanic/keyword: Extort

Home plane: Innistrad

History: Lanestol was born on Innistrad, the realm of struggle between humanity and its predators, in the city of Ashmouth in the Stensia province. He started training in magic from his youth from one of the schools under the Church of Avacyn, initially training in healing and preventative magic. He began to work his way up to more advanced magics as a prodigy of the abbot in the church dedicated. Through plots and intrigue unknown to him at the time, his mentor, an elder, turned up dead one morning when he was 11. He continued his training through the succeeding elder, who taught him the darker sides of life magic, helping him channel his ability to take life, burn and corrupt from within. Though initially opposed, he gave in and trained in ways that undid his earlier lessons under the guise of "advancing his studies further and studying the countermeasures of life-giving magic."

Upon his graduation from the school, he began work as a cleric in the Church of Avacyn, entering the priesthood. He continued his work for his parish until he was 31. He had ascended to eldership for his parish one year earlier due to the high turnover rate (high turnover into food for vampires, werewolves and the undead). One day, he stumbled upon a secret meeting between his second mentor--now the Mayor--and a demon he had a contract with. The Mayor noticed Lanestol and threatened him, though his former student did not back down and challenged the Mayor to a duel, countering with the threat of revealing his dark pact to the town.

The duel ended after half an hour, with Lanestol narrowly besting his former mentor. Foregoing the opportunity to finish his fallen opponent, he instead questioned the Mayor about the death of his first mentor. He had begun to suspect a few things over the years, though without solid proof, he could not accuse him of anything. With his fate in his better's hands, the Mayor revealed he did, indeed, kill Lanestol's first mentor in an attempt to fast-track his way up the clergy ranks. His ultimate goal was to supplant the Lunarch himself. A burning in Lanestol's chest flared up like never before, anger and suppressed grief rising up and unleashing in the awakening of his Spark.

He planeswalked to Kamigawa, suddenly confused as to why he was not facing the fallen Mayor. Or why he did not even know where he was. It did not look like anything he had ever seen before. It was much more lush and the air much fresher than anywhere he had ever been on Innistrad. All he could do was walk and try to find someone. After two hours of wandering through the Jukai Forest, his injuries, drained power and hunger took the last of his energy. He awoke after a nearby kitsune village took him in when two of their sentries discovered him unconscious. An elder among them answered several questions he had about where he had wound up. In return, he used his skills to serve the village until he regained his bearings.

After he had figured out more about his planeswalking power, he finished repaying his dues and left to another plane, to Ravnica. Among the various guilds of the great city-state, he found his place best serving the Orzhov Syndicate, even after discovering their corruption. He resigned to always serving corruption in the church, giving partway into the darkness he was trained in. He continues ventures to other planes throughout the realms and making regular stops in Innistrad, Kamigawa and Ravnica, taking an occasional happy hour pit stop at the Mourning Mirrodin.

Groups/factions:
-Patron of the Mourning Mirrodin Establishment
-Church of Avacyn (former)
-Orzhov Syndicate

Trinkets/ Inventory: Carries a staff with him bearing the Orzhov sun insignia, which serves both as a channel for his magics and a solid beating stick up close. Wears a necklace with a near-indestructible ruby in the center.

Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=irnikRf7hEY&index=29&list=PLB1A736FC282F9FA4

Other: The necklace houses the deceased soul of a devious kitsune Lanestol defeated in his third trip to Kamigawa. He had originally possessed Lanestol before the planeswalker found a way to compromise and seal him in the gem since he could not eradicate the possessor completely. It does come around now and then and take control of Lanestol and has come to know his host's power. They remain attached to one another, even as Lanestol walks the realms.
"You know, for having so much influence with that brief a word with them, I haven't seen you around here much. And I've been coming here for assignments for two years on a regular basis. And my first visit was about five years ago." Eric had another shot of whiskey, cleaning the glass in one swig before buying and downing another. "And it's kinda scary how much we're alike. Scary as in, tracking this guy down with you might drive me to the point where I become more like you. I've heard the stories about how cuckoo you are. That's terrifying I might end up more like you even if half of them are true."
Should we put our CS in the OOC tab first or the Characters tab?
This guy's more like me than I ever would have thought about an hour ago, when he had me pinned in an alley demanding why I killed someone. Probably should take on an alias I'm not using to stay under the feds' radar...at least, something for other associates.

"Of course we can work out the details of the take once we actually have it. Getting there sounds like several undertakings unto themselves." Eric turned to where Deadpool had his attention, now with a couple of others engaging in a separate scrap. "You seem more like someone who prefers a fight up close and personal. I'm not too keen on that. I trained in hand-to-hand, but I prefer putting some distance between us. Or having it between us in the first place."
"Well, in that case, that'd be a helluva lot bigger than these gigs now and then that paid out 5, 10 grand tops. Especially if that's what this guy is paying to off the stepping-stone lackeys to him. He's throwing chump change to keep his enemies from tracing him. And if this is the core of his operation, sounds like he'd be my enemy, too. At least for the money, I'd be glad to help you. And...even if I may regret telling you this, my name is Eric Posner. I've been using several different names to keep cover. I keep a rotation of IDs and take a different one out each mission just in case. Legally, I'm dead."
This guy might be talkin' absolute bullshit. A CEO with motive to fund wars all over the third world? At the same time, though, he seems more crazy than dishonest. If anything, he's probably too honest...

"Sounds like some fish you're wanting to fry. Sounds like someone they wanted me to believe I was helping to take down when I was in the Marines. In all reality, we were just cleaning up America's messes in the Middle East. Some renegade getting too big for his britches, even if he was on our side when we feared communists more than terrorists? Too bad. He had to go. God and the President know who else we were sent out to kill who used to work toward America's interests." He polished off one shot and bought another.

"You know, if what you're saying is true, this last gig is pretty much like what I was doing in the Marines. Kill for the greater interest, especially when that interest is money. Maybe this time, I can at least pretend like I'm doing something good."
I'm just glad there's a way out of dealing with this guy alive...and without having to try to fight him. I don't suppose he'd be up for a sniper's duel.

Eric hurried with Deadpool away from the scene of the hit and ducked down with him inside Sister Margaret's. Once they were inside and secure in dodging the cops, Eric passed along his card to the barkeep, who later returned with his cut of the contract payment. He took a bit of it out and passed it back to buy a whiskey shot for himself to start off and open up a tab with some credit.

"How about drinks on me today? I did just get paid."

Even if it was at his expense. I need to work my way onto his better side, from how he sounded and how ready he seemed to make me pay in some other way for messing with his mission.
Eric winced when he watched Deadpool stab his own hand and scream, his revulsion quite apparent at someone willing to cause great injury to themselves just to prove a point. Once Deadpool's hand began to close up and regenerate, he seemed more stunned for a bit until he snapped back to his normal focus upon hitting the wall.

"I'm convinced you really are the motormouth merc. And now, I see what you're saying. You wanted my target to lead you to your ultimate target. Unfortunately for you, whoever commissioned this deal through the Hellhouse wanted him dead sooner than you could find him. It's not really in my place to question why someone wants a hit. Least of all, because it may or may not involve some wild card like you. Though, your involvement has piqued my own curiosity in this ordeal as well. I'm wondering if I ended up doing someone's dirty work because they fear you or if it's just by coincidence I happened to off someone useful to you and they had another reason. Although, they did offer quite a bounty to take care of him..."
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