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posts done, will get to PMs tomorrow!
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feeling better, going to start catching up. sorry for the wait!
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still sick
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back! though sick... will be getting back to writing next week
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Assuming you want an initiative from me too eventually, got a 5. Will work on a post to grab that sword for now.
Am back yoo. Gonna wait for Stargaze to get her surveying results and react to them before tossing in a post of my own though - a lot of what Fellwing would do depends on what Star figures out!
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Yeah, either could work. If you feel the former works for Fellwing's character right now, go for it.

I feel like the former would be more out of character, but wanted to suggest it in case it was easier for you :D If it's all the same though, NPC tagalong it is!
@Vertigo How long do you think you'll be out? I'll still post something as an update, but it would be nice to know how long you might be out.

It's been in my status for a while, but I'll be back on May 8th and will start to catch up then as I'm able. Thought I'd be able to post before I go, but the last week's been rough.
So gonna be traveling very soon, might be able to slide a quick, short post in before I go, but after that likely won't before I'm home.

@XxFellsingxX Would it be easier for you if I had Fellwing run towards the voice after all (maybe she slips away so others don't notice and therefore can't give chase) or to have her hang around as an NPC meanwhile? I'm down for either.
Doing my rounds, gonna travel soon and most likely won't be able to post before I'm back. Would have wanted Emma to chat people up, but she's gonna have to her own thing for a while, so I'll do that next time. She can arrive to the next mission late too, to make things easier.
So just making the rounds to let y'all know, will be traveling soon and most likely won't be able to post before I'm back. Assume Junwoo goes for the sword though, and feel free to move the others' arcs ahead! Don't want the rp to halt for me, I'll play catch up when I'm back.
Decided on Secret Catcher, might be cooler to play out narratively. Although it's weird it specifies that I can ask those choices if the target hasn't seen me, but one of the questions is "how do you think we're alike." If they don't know me and haven't seen me there, how can they know?? Epyllion pls.
𝐹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔

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Stargaze hadn't heard it. Fellwing had expected as much, and yet hearing it said out loud still left her half-frozen with dread. If her mentor wasn't here, which was very likely, the only other explanation was that something must've known the old dragon existed, and that she was dear to her. Something here could see into her mind.

Tail flat, she shook her head and tried to sound braver than she felt. "Nothing. I must've imagined it. Let's press on. Cautiously - we must be getting close."

She glanced at the rest of their companions as if waiting for one of them to pipe up and say they'd heard the old Seer too, but she was fairly certain it was a futile hope. What she could ask was: "Keep your eyes open, and... do share if you sense anything... strange."
Wraith
Wraith

T H E S K E L E T O N
T H E S K E L E T O N


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"What is gone from sight should not be gone from mind. That is how fools lose their coin, and despots their life."
T H E S K U L L
T H E S K U L L

N A M E Whatever other name they once carried has been lost to time; now, he is Wraith.
A G E 23 - 99 982 TK
G E N D E R He/they
R A C E Halfling
S U B -R A C E Provincial
M A G I C n/a


T H E S P I N E
T H E S P I N E



T O W N Terecél
R E G I O N Northeast of the Nordan Lengths
P O P U L A T I O N ~10k
C E N S U S Mostly humans, though the city sees a decent and surprising mix of folks from all races, united in their desire to learn.
T R A D E Home to one of the largest libraries left in Goan, Terecél's greatest exports are the many scholars it produces.
N A M E S A K E Said to be the opening words to an ancient incantation for prosperity.

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P A R E N T Delajah Myrthworth (mother †)
P A R E N T Friedehar Myrthworth (father †)
O T H E R T'haleus Thinebellow, a famous scholar, who once came to him with an offering


L I M B S
L I M B S

W E A P O N 1 A serrated dagger, with runes running along the length of the blade. Those in the know call it the Essence Reaver. Wraith calls it a dagger. It's safe to assume that whenever his hands aren't in sight, they're hovering near its hilt.
W E A P O N 2 Shortbow, made for his size.
A R M O R Leather armour, hidden underneath a black, hooded cloak.
T R I N K E T A quill, with its ink long gone and its tips torn from travel. He has never been seen writing with it.


T H E F L E S H & M U S C L E
T H E F L E S H & M U S C L E


𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖗
𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖗

S U B L C A S S Scoundrel
Rules are only ever as solid as society's ability to enforce them, and scoundrels know how to make that task difficult indeed. Abandoned by goodwill, they live on the outskirts of cities and towns, skulk through shadows unseen, and make their living through any means necessary. Quick, nimble and unpredictable, they are not afraid to employ dirty tactics if it means they get to live another day.

The good ones do their deeds before anyone notices anything amiss, their heists the topic of many a bardsong. The best ones are not sung about - for to this day, no one realizes their crimes took place at all. Those who have incurred the wrath of a scoundrel better fear every drop of wine, every loose sleeve, and every splotch of darkness that marks the alleys between here and home.
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Y O U R B R A I N & N E R V E S
Y O U R B R A I N & N E R V E S

S T U D Y
/// THE STREETS OF TÉRECEL The only place of study Wraith ever truly attended. The streets taught him everything he is and isn't, the difference (and the overlap) between should and could, and everything there is to know about the world that doesn't want him.
/// 99982 - 100003

/// THE EVERGLADE INSTITUTE OF MAGIC During his brief stint at the academy, Wraith wt̸̷̶̵̷̗͉̰̯͕̗̬̑̃̈́̆ͦ̒ͯ̽̋̕̚h̴̸̶̶̸̶̷̢̼͈̖͙̲̥̭̦̳̪̱̠̬̠̊̓̂̌̽̈́̀̅̑̈́̈́͗̂͆̈́͛͜͟ͅȩ̵̸̷̶̵̷̦̻̬͓̯͇͎̗̪̻̻̃̒̎͒̆̉̌̈́̎́̇͌̕͝͠y̵̵̵̵̵̶̶̵̸̡̨̩̟̦̳̖͙̦͖̣̥͍̺͕̝̠̯͍ͥ͛̽̋͊̍̑̍͒͆͋̉͗̏̓̏̕͘͜͜͠͠͠͝͠͝ͅ ̸̴̧͚͓͙̩̬̌̾̃͘̚҉̸̸̶̴͎̼̪̜̹̺̤̳͔̅̍̑͛̀͒̀̕͜d̸̷̶̵̶̸̪͕̳̱͎͕̩̺̥͇̖̰̫̦͖̭̞̭̈́̀̈́͆̒́̐̄͑̏ͩ̈́̉̔͒̕̕͘͠͝͝͝i̴̵̵̵̵̶̶̢̛̼̣͎͇͍̱̦̦͕̜̟̺̮̜͍̠̳͔͍̎͑̐̀̌̾̂̓͋̈́̔̑͑͑̂̔̐͋̋͘͝d̷̵̸̸̵̶̸̷̢̨̖̙̠̻̜̰͎͙͈̠̰͍̤̹͖͖̜͎̱̽̽̊̽̎͗̊̋̌̀̈́̔̅̀̕͜͜͝ ̵̵̶̸̴̶̢̧̪̳͇̱͍̤͉͚̆́͌͂̓͛͋̽̒̒̋͐͗̒̍̕͜͝ͅṱ̷̸̷̸̵̷̴̶̢̢̛̘̗̙̲̲͎͚̥̱̬͓͚̖̭̣̘͇̠̞̑̑̽̅ͧ̈̓́͐̇̃̇͐͐̕͘̕͜͜͝ͅḙ̷̶̴̵̴̸̸̷̷̢̡̮͓͎̯͇͖̘̱̳̦͙̺̦̪̣̼̪̦̣̇̎̈́̄̉͊̃͗̓̂̾̄̒̈́̓́̂̈̕͘͜͜͠s̷̵̵̴̸̵̴̵̷̸̨̧̛̻̟̜͚̭̩̖̦̦̪̮͕̦̹̙̭͕̬̦͖͇͖̲̲̳̥̗̰̝̳̩̒̐̅̀͛͒̈́̉̀̈͌̒̄͒̄͌͛̆͘̚͝͝ţ̷̶̵̸̶̛̬͈̰̺̼̳͉̦̱͖̜̙͛̉͗̅̑̾͂̍̽̔͗͌̆͗͊̚͘͘͟͠͝s̴̵̷̵̴̵̨̧͙̱͙̤̺̠͉͓̹͍̗͙̃̅̒͋̊̔̽̈̀̑̏̔̔̒̓̚̕ ̶̸̶̵̵͕͇̳͇̪̼͍͓͑̅̈́͛̾̊̑͂̽̓̕̚̚͝n̴̷̷̯̞͉̙̯̜͚͇̋͑̅̏̎̔͛̌͡d̵̷̸̵̴̴̵̸̴̷̸̢͖͇̙̲̯̮̖̙̬̝͙̗̦̳̜̖͎̱̙̫̲̝̼̀͋ͧ̎͊̓̌ͩ̂̎͒̓̊̒̒̈̃̽͛͑̽͌̽͑̎̄͘̚͘͝͝ͅ ̶̶̸̵̶̶̴̸̡̧̢͔̻͎͎̰͓͎͔̯̟͈̖͙͒̇ͧ̍͌̐ͦ̐́ͮ̐̏̈́̈̎͌͛̐̌͛͝͝ẗ̵̵̸̸̷̶̶̛͙̥̠̦͉͉̙͇̰͍̘͙̦̯͖̳̉͛̿̽̇̅͂̒̑̿̐̓͛͐̕͝͝͠h̸̸̶̶̶̴̢͈͍̟͎̭̫̙̻͓̘̰̱̬͒̆̅̈́̑̒̽̊͒̃͛͐̕͘̚͜͝͝e̵̵̷̸̶̲̪̟̜̼͍̘̥͕͊̄̈́̽̎̾̓̈̂̒̀͢͝y̴̵̷̵̴̵̧͎͔͓̹͔͍̪̭͚̰̔̍ͣ̈̽ͩ̇̒͛̑ ̸̵̵̴̸̸̨̧̢̢̡̲͖̯͇̭̺͔͇̖̰̱̤̤͛͐̈́ͯ̈̏͂͌̃̄͊͗̈́̇̕͠ͅd̸̶̶̴̨̛̖̲̰̗̝̥̘̗̞̳̪̥̜̄̊̅́̅̇̽͆̅̚̕̚̕ḯ̸̵̝̺͍͈̩̳̊͗̃͘͝ḍ̵̷̷̷̖̱̱̖͇̤͇̏̂̑ͮ̋̑̎̽͗͗̅̽͜͝͠͝ ̸̶̷̯̩͉̼͈̻ͤ̾͑͗̏̕̚̕̕͜͏̷̎ń̷̸̸̸̴͓̜̝͚̦̤͇̹̻̺̣̔̏̿̋́̐̉̓̈̓́̚ơ̷̸̶̸̸̷̵̴̴̡̡̨̢̧̤̮̦̰̥̬̗̥̩̥̠̜̞̝͕̱̫̑̓͑̏̌̉̎͐̿̽̽͋̔̊̀̀́̚͜͝͝ţ̷̷̵̶̴̷̴̛̯̻̣̫̪̺̹̰̟̥̜͉̰̤̰̰̘̀̊ͣ́̒͐̍ͬ̀̽̒̈́̀̍̈̀̒͘͜͟͝͠ ̴̸̸̵̙̭̮̬̙̘̺̎͂̃̈́̍̀̓̐̔̀̋͠͝s̵̸̴̵̴̸̴̸̨̧̡̧̡̡̩̰̜̯̹̦̥͕͖̫͚͙̘̲̣̼̀͗̀͐ͬ͊̓̅̍̎͌ͫ̓̈́̊͌͛͌̑́̐͘ù̵̶̵̵̷̧̢͎͎̼̦͖̺͈̺͙̝͔̩̑̋̓̉̂̍̋̓̆̅̐̿͘͜͠͝͏̷͒c̷̭̫͙̈c̷̷̸̶̝̪̙̖̝̼̙͉̤̿͊ͩ̅̽̎̍͑ȩ̴̷̷̸̵̵̷͕̟͕͈̖̦͇͇͎̟͕̝̪̰̯̖͍̠̲͐͒̽͒̐̊̓̈͌̈̉͛̂͂̍̾̃̆̔̒͆̕͘̚e̷̶̸̴̶͎̻̱͎̗͈̱̯̣̜̿͂͑͐̾́͛͊́̅̊̈͗̊d̴̶̸̸̶̶̵̡̢̧̢̖̮̯̗͇̟͙̥̮̯̥̞̰̘̱́̑ͪ͑̏͛̾̄̋̌̏͛͆̓̔̄̆͆̀̀̚̕͘͜͜
///100003 - 100003

E X P E R I E N C E
/// A THIEF BY ANY OTHER NAME To list every moniker given to him and every job he's ever performed would be an exercise in futility, but for almost as long as he's lived, he's worked. None of it honestly.
///99987 - 100003

/// SAME JOB, DIFFERENT TOWN For the past few years, Wraith has travelled the world, doing much the same he always has. Except this time, he's had a purpose other than survival; a search, still ongoing.
///100003 - 100005

Y O U R S O U L & H E A R T
Y O U R S O U L & H E A R T

RESOURCEFUL CUNNING ADAPTABLE SELFISH

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Having long since learnt that knowledge is power, Wraith lets slip very little of himself or his intentions. Some things, however, can be surmised easily enough. For one, Wraith is reserved, keeping to himself in every sense of the word; he abhors physical proximity as much as emotional, and is at his most comfortable (which is to say, not very) when at an arm's length away from others. What he isn't is shy; when he does decide to talk, he does so with deadpan confidence and the boldness of someone who never quite learnt how and when to stay his tongue. In a similar vein, insults from most others don't seem to bother him either, and though he can certainly display frustration, he doesn't anger easily.

Curiosity is a vice Wraith has suffered from for the longest while, and try as he might, he cannot keep it completely under wraps. Some say his cowardice is another, perhaps even worse vice, though Wraith considers it his greatest asset. It's his alertness and willingness to drop whoever might slow him down that has gotten him this far - and he isn't about to stop anytime soon. If you can trust anything about this halfling, it's his determination to see the morrow.

✦ GYTEUS ✦
✦ GYTEUS ✦

D E V O T I O N
Though not the most devout when it comes to matters of faith, Wraith finds no harm in welcoming divine help if any is to be distributed. He worships Gyteus come the darkest hour of the night, whispering the secrets of others into shadows, so that his own secret may stay safe.


M O T I V A T I O N & I M P E T U S
M O T I V A T I O N & I M P E T U S

A halfling of ill-repute has little hope for honest work, less so with a branded face. Ordel'ai welcomes all desperate enough to delve within, and promises riches to those who make it out besides - and sometimes to change your life, you must first risk it.

T H E T R A P P I N G S
T H E T R A P P I N G S

A P P E A R A N C E
Short and unassuming even when compared to his kin, Wraith is easy to miss in a crowd - and that is by design. Standing a few inches short of three feet, he comes across as little more than a mobile pile of tattered clothes, scurrying from shadow to shadow. Even when standing still, his posture is poor and stance wary, as if the slightest sound could spur him into a run.

Cloaked in hood and a mask, few are those who have caught a glimpse of the halfling's face - but those who have, cannot say they've forgotten. A past magical injury has branded him, carving blue veins into the skin below his eyes. They ripple as if made of liquid, an occasional shimmer giving them an eerie hue. Their shade is a turquoise similar to his eyes; sharp, unnatural, unnerving.

Though Wraith comes across as unarmed at a glance, no self-respecting warrior truly assumes him to be such. Halflings always carry blades, the smart ones two, and the ones that live the longest as many as they can. Wraith intends to live long.

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