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[h3][color=crimson]Location: Center Camp[/color] [color=dimgray]||[/color] [color=crimson]Mood: Dead Inside, as Always[/color] [color=dimgray]||[/color] [color=Crimson]Carring his Master[/color][/h3]
[i]Interacting with: Master Vyr
Mention: Briefly, Narcissa's tent in the distance [@Melo][/i][/center]

It had been early afternoon when the ragged forms of the Karill had finally approached, slaves marching with their owner's carriers. Despite being such a big clan, there number was equal to many here this day - for the journey from their home was long, arduous and thwart with dangers. Those higher up in the Karill sometimes looked upon this meeting with distaste, for the nature of it meant that they were always the ones with the most dangerous journey. It had been over three decades now since the last attempt at allowing the Karill to host - many had died in the journey, and others had never bothered to make the trail back. It had been a dark time and the clans had been on the edge of war because of it, but those wounds had long healed, though Karill's resentment at their lot remained.

In more recent years it had been customary for their royalty to be sent ahead with proper escort, mostly to avoid attracting the attention of magical creatures in the desert wastes, and so it was this year. It was no surprise that Karill was such a hardy, bloodthirsty people, living as they did. 

From here Raydon could see the white tent ahead that denoted Karill royalty, a flurry of soft silk, a trade the Karill had mastered. A flutter of emotion in Raydon's chest, but only for a second. His gaze remained level.

Raydon carried his master in his travelbox, his body covered head to toe in red and orange dust. Around his face were wrapped long pieces of cloth, protecting his face. His Master had been "kind" and gifted the four of them basic protection against the elements, though many other slaves had not been so lucky. The others were weary, as Raydon should have been, but his years speant fighting numbed any assosciation he had with his body. When he sat down tonight, he'd let it catch up with him for a while. Just a little while.

They marched along the paths in measured beats, the sound of the Karill drums filling the air and marking their presence with the steady pace of a heartbeat. Thrum. Thrum. Thrum. Children stared at the strange mysterious men and the occasional camel that followed them (such strange beasts from beyond this land!), but the Slave's gaze was measured and set on the horizon. 

"Hya!" came the call, and the case was set down. In an instant Vyr was out, his head shining bald, his moustache and beared curled to fine points. His beady eyes searched the Gathering with both a hunger and disgust, as if looking for something. A click of his fingers and Raydon was by his side in an instant, standing immovable like a wall of rock. His expression, dead.

[i]"Bloodchild, keep an eye out for suitable wives to add to my collection. The women here are a different breed... I do so wish to have them in my chambers."[/i] a lick of his lips and he slid a glance at his slaveboys, eyes glinting with viscious amusement.
[i]"Not that you would know, boy."[/i]

[center][hider=Skillset][list][*][color=crimson]Hunting[/color][color=cccccc] Raydon is skilled at bringing a quick death to game.[/color] [*][color=dimgray]Fabrication[/color] [color=cccccc]Raydon is used to not having much at his disposal, and can makeshift items out of basic materials.[/color][*][color=crimson]Unsettling Air[/color] [color=cccccc]Magical creatures are unlikely to tangle with him, as they sense the darkness within him.[/color][/list]
[list][*][color=dimgray]Untiring[/color][color=cccccc]Growing up as a slave has led Raydon to grit his teeth and bear it. He can endure travel, heavy labor, lack of sleep and food with surprising tenacity.[/color][*][color=crimson]Versitile:[/color][color=cccccc]Raydon knows not to be picky in the heat of battle. While he receives no bonuses on any weapons, he can use almost anything in battle without a skill penalty to it.[/color] [*][color=dimgray]Unstoppable:[/color][color=cccccc]Raydon has survived some close calls a few times. Receiving a wound or injury will not hinder his ability to continue a fight, as his unbreakable willpower pushes him onward.[/color][/list][/hider][/center]