[center][h3]Severin Vaust[/h3][/center]
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Titles
[Monster], [Undead], [Monster - Mundane], [Monster - Evolved], [Necromancer] - [#2d7d38]
Noteworthy Perks: [Evolved] - gain the title evolved. Something about your physiology or aura identifies to others you are of a higher species than your peers. Gain a +1 to social exchanges with others of your racial tree.
[Menace] - An aura of fear emanates from the creature at all times that makes lower grade creatures take a -1 effectiveness on attacks against monster or monster allies.
Noteworthy Perks: Resilient C (28) [Aging/Fatigue and Exhaustion/Suffocation/Surprised]

Asset Goal: Duchy Nobility F

[color=#2d7d38]“Is that so?”[/color] Vaust murmured, more to himself than anyone else, as the noble from the West Empire fell upon wishful thinking. ⚐︎⬧︎⬧︎♋︎■︎♏︎⧫︎♒︎ didn’t quite care if whatever ‘creature’ was supposed to be right in the eye of the storm was benevolent or malevolent, that was immaterial. What he cared was how strong it was.

However, his ideas were cut short was Vetreus and Esther entered a type of despite, prickling each other back and forth with words. [color=#2d7d38][i]‘The transient beings and their petty squabbles. So useless, so foolish… so entertaining.’[/i][/color] He watched both of them hurtling names and offending ideas to one another, cane firmly set against the ground and both gloved hands atop its orb. His expression was placid: unchanging and neutral, yet the whole thing amused him to no end.

[color=#2d7d38]“And another one join us.”[/color] He turned to the newcomer, the one who had just lost their bagel in some sad, tragic accident. Walking towards Penny, his shoes clicked silently against the marble floor, stopping right at the side of Fei Liu. [color=#2d7d38]“Doctor Severin Vaust, expert in the arcane and religions, a pleasure.”[/color] And, as he spoke, the same aura of dread exhuded from him: drops of temperature, needles pricking at the back of the neck and general weariness. All coming from someone who looked, at first glance, like another one of the academy’s staff.

Glancing sideways at the towering skeleton man, then at both Esther and Vetreus over his shoulder, he said. [color=#2d7d38]“Everyone with their Scrying Orbs? Good, let’s move to the gate.”[/color] Saying so, he took the vanguard, walking in front of the group, cane hitting the ground every few steps. He walked with the gait of someone used to leading, despite the entirely academic background he had presented inside that briefing room.

[color=#2d7d38]“Is anyone’s first time delving into possibly dangerous territory?”[/color] He asked, not even turned back. His oppressive [Menace] aura ended up making a few of the students walking across the campus to fully stop and take a few steps back. A stray cat that attempted to cross the group’s path hissed and bolted, hiding under a nearby bench. [color=#2d7d38]“This ‘wounded entity’ right at the heart of the ‘Verdant’s Heart’ could very well be something brought about by a cult.”[/color]

Suddenly stopping, he turned towards the group. [color=#2d7d38]“While that is still a baseless conjuncture of the Church, a few cults actually manage to bring about quasi-deities through rituals and sacrifices. So, not all of them are robe-wearing-buffons with secret handshakes.”[/color] His index finger began tapping against the reliquary orb at the crown of the cane, the dark, greenish pulse intensifying.

[color=#2d7d38]“And what I mean by that is… stay sharp.”[/color] Turning around, the corner of his lips turned upwards infinitesimally, and he resumed his walk until they reached the carriage. [color=#2d7d38][i]‘Regardless of what is found… how [b]fun [/b]this might be.’[/i][/color]