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[h3][color=#695fd8][i]Tarkus[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]Inside the Church of Midway.[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] [i]Vaulting over a chair.[/i]
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[url=https://www.fightersgeneration.com/np8/game/sc5/aeon-sc5artwork.jpg]Blue scaled with some feathers in various places, cream colored horn and talons; ignore the wings from the picture it was the only good one I could find.[/url] Wearing a cloak while holding an axe.
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Leaping over the chair ahead, Tarkus launched himself into the commotion. Blinded by the flash and dust of the impacting object; he was lead by a mix of stupidity, courage, and curiosity. Tarkus' trusty portable seat had other ideas however. The metal chair caught itself on the seating of the church, causing the Naga to begin his descent far earlier than he imagined. Narrowly avoiding ending the life of the human woman that sat in front of him before, Tarkus was able to regain his balance. Though, he did look a bit foolish trying to fix the chair clipped to his back while attempting to look menacing to the mysterious glowing figure.

[color=c17913]"Brother!"[/color] he heard booming from the slightly less blinding machine. [color=c17913]"There’s a conflict brewing in Ithica. The bro-"[/color] Tarkus ignored the rest of the things words to think inwardly. [color=#695fd8][i]Ithica? That place again? Something tells me I'll have to go back there once more. That dreadful place.[/i][/color] The lizard was cut off mid thought by a woman almost bowling him over just to see the fallen star. [color=40ceb6]"Caeleo! I'd like to offer you a Welcome Blessing on behalf of the people of Delteria!"[/color] she shouted. Tarkus thought she was mad to just run up to a still burning space rock. Though immediately the guards pushed the two and everyone else out of the church. A Fae seemed to meet up with them outside while the small group waited.

After some time the church was almost entirely empty. The masses seemed to have their fill of strange situations. Tarkus, asleep against the wall, was awoken by a gruff voice. "You, Naga and that herbalist. Come with me." The guard motioned towards Caeleo, the fallen star. The Fae followed close behind. Tarkus could see a strange looking golem already there, covered in a glass that was darker than the night sky.