[center][H3][color=f26522]Tilnak The Purifier[/color][/h3] [color=f26522]Location[/color]: Outside The Tower [color=f26522]Interactions[/color]: [@AzureKnight], [@Polaris North], [@Blaze Gamma], [@Hammerman], [@Inertia], [@Silverstein], [@PaulHaynek], [@Enkryption], [@FrogRFlowR], [@The Irish Tree] [color=f26522]Mentions[/color]: [/center] [hr][hr] Silent slow steps moved the strange being through the city streets, the cool morning air was sure to give way to a warmer afternoon. covered in long flowing robes, the 6’ tall humanoid draped in the signature cloak of the reavers covered most of his body. What wasn’t covered were two long antennae looking almost like horns draping down in front of the hooded mage, one arm that held a very old yet strong wooden staff. The staff was rough and twisted like it was still growing, a sphere of sapphire grasped at the top that seemed to flash and swirl dimly with magic. There was no rush or urgency to its pace at all. A few soft mewing’s could be heard just under the cloak, a keen eye could see a few things, what looked to be another smaller arm held two small cats while another hand stroked them gently. His cloak also looked dirty, moss and green algae nearly smothered everything but the reavers emblem, small shoots of grass and leafy plants grew from it as well as small flowers of different types and colors. Almost looks like it could be a bush if it stayed still. The slow-moving creature walked like an old man, the only sign that it was acknowledging anything in its environment at all was the subtle twitch and flicker of its antenna. Reacting to every new movement, sound, smell, even the changes in temperature and wind direction. Stepping up to the entrance of the tower it paused, there were already others there and it seemed time was running short for arrivals. Setting the cats down they watched each other for a moment the small felines rubbing up against him then running off. Starring at the duo left for a moment the amalgamation of cloth and plant life slowly and quietly slipped inside, not saying a word to the others gathered. Even with its rather strange qualities the being stepped into the middle of the courtyard with its aged, hunched overlook and began to stand to its full height of 7’ the robes that were dragging behind him came up off the ground, his hood pulled back to reveal its armored skin and jet-black compound eyes. Its antenna and compound eyes finally acknowledged the others in the area, turning to each one individually, observing their qualities then moved on to the next one without saying a word. Black eyes almost peering into their very souls. - The first two people he took notice of where two smaller witches, one had white hair and a wide brim hat with a broom next to her. They seemed to hold a presence of importance that he could not describe. The other had blue hair and looked as if she belonged on the ocean. His own water element called out to hers, even his antenna twitched and moved with her summon. They both seemed like children almost with their attitude and looks. The next was a fellow Belua this one had feline ears and a beautiful mane down her back, a marvelous familiar next to them was also quite interesting. They looked like they were going to be formidable allies. Purple hair caught his attention making his head tilt to the side for a moment, amazingly sharp blue eyes looked both fierce and tired. His stance portrayed a fighter but with a weapon that needed finesse. Another couple were talking to the others, Fey by the looks of them, he liked that they still smelled like the forest, yet they seemed a little off to him and he wasn’t quite sure. Another man who seemed to not care about his appearance much like himself stood in the gathered crowd as well. His posture was relaxed but held an air of intellect about him he had not yet seen among his peers here. His instincts were humming with slight warning and curiosity as it felt like unknown eyes looked upon him for a moment with indifference. His antenna twitched and jumped trying to find the source but decided that whomever it was must have been just as shy as he was when he first came to this city a little over a month ago… or was it two months? Another one seemed to be hanging back from the others, a small male with an instrument on their back. Tilting his head to the side, he hadn’t seen much of others using music as their magic focus and he was excited to see what the small lanky one could do. Remembering the strange one he saw earlier, climbing the tower itself he didn’t get a good look at them but trying to understand every person here was going to be troubling. He hoped they would be nice if they were going to join them. Another of average height and long white hair stood nearby, her stunning violet eyes held power that almost radiated from her. Like something inside just wanted to reach out and touch you, he did not believe that would be a pleasant experience. The last person he set his gaze felt like he was having a bad day or maybe just didn’t want to be there, either way he was there, and his familiar is adorable. His eye patch was noticeable but that just goes to show you went through hell and came out on top. - It took Him a few more moments to realize that he had not introduced himself like the others had. With a flick of his wrist, he gathered the moisture that still held to the ground from the rain into a small ball. With some subtle finger movements, it spread out in the air above his head until it formed a few words. The dirt he picked up with the water making it easier to see. The first words were, [color=f26522][b]“Im Tilnak”[/b][/color] then changed again after a few moments, [color=f26522][b]“I don’t talk much”[/b][/color]. The water he gathered dropped onto him in a way that looked at first like poor control until the plants and flowers covering him began to blossom and flourish more so than they are already were.