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The Demon Within

I'll try get a post up in the next day or two :)

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The Shadows of Aeios

Calais Cousland
Deliar

Calais trudged through the streets of Deliar, grimacing as he made his way onto one of the main streets and found that the snow there had been reduced to a deep slippery sludge. He managed to follow the directions he had been given, but still had to ask a passer-by for later directions to reach the Buckle. As Calais turned onto into a alley a few turns from the inn, he came across a familiar face. A young man he knew to be a messenger ran straight towards him with a waving arm. “Praise Irtan! I didn’t think I’d chance upon you here! I was sent out with some messages, one of which I was tasked to bring to you.” Panted the messenger as he reached his mark and begun foraging through his belongings.

“Fortunate. Had circumstances not forced me here I imagine you would have spent days, maybe even weeks, looking for me in the wilds.” Replied Calais, who now carefully looked around to ensure they had no one watching them. Once the messenger finally found and gave him the message he quickly began to read it on the spot. It read:

I have a rather simple order. I want you to travel towards Deliar and search a few capable men that want to listen to some coin. It seems rumours are starting and I will use it to my advantage. You're ordered to round some group and create some turmoil in the city. Nothing too big, but make the rumours spread faster. I have then a second assignment once you have finished this one.

Calais felt a twisting in his chest as he read the contents. He felt unsure of what to do. Whilst he was loyal to Rynir (who he was sure sent the letter) and whilst he had done some unsavoury tasks for him in the past, this really did ask him to do something risky. He was a Ranger, a peacekeeper, and now he was being asked to break the peace and in such a manner that it would be very difficult to avoid some exposure. The letters also lacked any detail or reasoning, which made him even more uncomfortable; the targets he had assassinated could have at least been considered to be bad people or people likely to cause something bad. “What do you think I should do?” asked Calais.

The messenger seemed confused by the question, “I- I don’t know. I’m afraid I don’t know what the letter says. Is something wrong?”

“No.” Calais smiled. Had the messenger said anything else it would have made it clear that he had read the contents. Walking to the edge of the alley, messenger in-toe, he placed the letter into one of the small braziers that provided extra lighting to the street. As he watched it burn he realised he had little choice than to follow the orders, “The Buckle's not too far from here is it?”

“No” chirped the messenger, “I’m actually heading there myself to deliver another letter. You might as well follow me.” With that the two made their way to the inn, passing a group of guards (one of which looked like he had too much to drink) and an angry mother and daughter along the way. As they entered the establishment however the two split up, with the messenger headed towards the bar, leaving the disguised ranger to take a seat by some rough looking patrons in a corner.

The Demon Within

:P

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AnriuSB said
Just don't get married off.

...unless its to a rich man who can treat you right

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Vates – Golden Mercenaries’ Base
Vates strolled through the base, observing all the little details and ensuring he was familiar with his surroundings. He found a couple of little spots that, if need be, would be great for hiding himself or some belongings. One included a man-made burrow beneath a large tree, one which had clearly been made a long time ago purely for the purpose of fixing a pipe that had been damaged by the trees growing roots. Vates had also taken note of various faces and groups he had come across, including where they were staying. Having gotten familiar enough with the temporary accommodation he made his way over to a group of mercenaries that were handling sign-ups. “Hello again! You signing up?” asked the same burly man who had shown him around earlier.

“Hmm… what’s the pay like?” joked Vates.

“Fucking awful! But you do get a pretty outfit and some decent company!” boomed the man. He grabbed the clipboard with a signup sheet and was about to hand it over when he hesitated, “Oh. Before you sign-up, you’re not a host are you? If you are you’ll want to head over there and join one of the special squads.”

“No.” Vates lied, taking the sign-up sheet. He didn’t like revealing too much about himself, which also led him to also miss out his first name when signing the sheet. Besides from that he was hardly a powerful host and doubted he would meet the standards set by others when it came to abilities; his was simply a passive one whereas he knew many others could use theirs to wreak damage.

“Brilliant. Glad to have you on board mate. If you follow these lads now leaving you can find a space in their barracks; it’ll give you a chance to get to know your teammates too. Suggest you get some rest cause we’ll be training first thing tomorrow.”

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Sage said
Bruh final boss fight: Vates uses his power to bring in things from a different universe to help them in a fight and brings in Caleb

GOD DAMN YOU AND YOUR SPOILERS SAGE!!!

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I think we should randomly resurrect all the old ones at a later point, including the identical but otherwise named characters

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Sector Zero

Vates cautiously walked down the long hallway towards the light. He was in the Golden Mercenary's base now, having had little problem passing their checks. They had taken him for just another survivor who was of little threat, which to be fair, he was. As he reached the end of the corridor he was met with the stunning view of the underground city and felt a pang of irritation; "How did I not know this place existed?!" he asked himself. He didn't like being in a place that he knew nothing about, and he was determined to change this.

The Golden Mercenary that was left in charge of leading Vates looked over to the man and smiled, "They all have the same typa' face when they see it for the first time." The mercenary chuckled and shook his head as he weaved through oncoming mercenaries and civilians. As he walked, he pointed other mercenaries to specific locations, continuing to perform his duties as he gave Vates a brief guide. Eventually, he stopped in front of the large room isolated from the rest of the civilians.

"Well, Mr. Vates, the man's in here. I've gotta head back now, but don't worry, you're in good hands," he said with a smile.

"Thank you" Vates muttered but the man had already begun walking away. Straightening up his jacket and clearing his throat, Vates walked into the room he had been directed to. There was a few things going on but his focus was on the man standing over the central table looking at a map. "Hector Esteves?" he said gaining the mans attention as he took a stand on the opposite side of the table. Hector raised his head, looking up from the map he was focusing on. "Hm? Yes, yes it is. And who might you be my friend?" he said as he walked up to the man with a hand extended. "Vates. I was hoping you could shed some light on this war you have planned... and maybe I could shed some light of my own." he replied taking the mans hand.

Hector nodded, "Ah, I see, I see, have I... have I seen you before?" he said as he raised a brow and eyed Vates curiously. "No, but I have done business with the Mercenaries before. I've sold you some information on occasion." Vates replied, failing to think of any specific piece of information he had sold. He was strangely lost for words, standing in front of what was possibly the current most powerful man in Sovereign; the polite conversation hardly seemed to reflect this.

Hector simply nodded once more. He looked to the side and began to think for a moment while letting out a light "Hmm..." Before long, he turned back to Vates and crossed his arms, "So you want to know what exactly we've got goin on in our minds, hm? I'm thinking you're thinking that what I'm thinking is wrong. We aren't exactly at a war here, Mr. Vates." Hector then turned to the other mercenaries in his room and whistled once while pointing two fingers towards the door. The mercenaries instantly left the room, closing the door allow the two to discuss in private. Hector walked back and shut down the central table's console.

"So, Mr. Vates. What exactly do you want to know?" he said as he turned back around.

Vates heart beat sped up slightly as Hector signaled to his men, but was relieved when he realised he was sending them out. "I want to know how you plan on breaking out. You've clearly got a strong force and the hearts of half the city, so whatever happens you're going to give the military a run for their money. I'm just worried about what backlash might occur if you fail. The military don't tend to let the same mistakes happen twice." he said, maintaining eye contact with Hector at all times.

Hector chuckled softly and he smiled in acknowledgment. "I see. You are concerned at the stakes of our endeavors, right, amigo?" He then sighed, "In truth, the real one running this whole parade is mi hermano Victor. Since birth, I've known better than to doubt him. He's got a plan to blow that wall down like it was made of paper. He's bringing his own army, too, as you've heard. Since then, we've had hundreds upon hundreds of civilians flood here with their own resources and offerings. This is the first time that I feel a city has gathered together. And way I see it hermano? It's at the point where fighting will sort of be a win win situation. These people know that this wall is just gonna wait us out till we rot away, so in essence, fighting the military means either euthanasia or liberty."

Hector stopped talking for a moment to collect his thoughts, "But what I really see in you is a lack of faith in the forces we have growing on the inside. You think of this as a roll of dice, hm?"

"More like a deck of cards. I'm not sure you quite know what hand you have yourself." he said leaning on the table, "This city is full of innocent people. But it's also full of conduits and other sorts of bad people. Gathering them all together might work out badly regardless of whether or not you manage to achieve your goals. Still, I suppose there's little option." Hector nodded at Vates' last statement, "Si, there is no other option but death. And I agree completely - harboring the hosts in an effort to unite them under our cause is extremely risky but we've done so successfully. You wanted information, hm? Well, currently, I have five fully trained and equipped squads of nothing but hosts, with many more hosts coming in. Those five that I have already? They're not just the hosts fighting for the Golden Mercenaries. No, with the trust that I've built? Until we've broken that wall, they are Golden Mercenaries. And they can fight damn well too. We're teaching these hosts how to fight a soldier - they themselves must hone their abilities when it comes to fighting other hosts. So in reality, our fear for other 'evil' hosts is dying out. You gotta remember, hermano, they're still human."

Vates smiled at that last sentence and his thoughts flashed quickly back to Marley. The squads sounded impressive, but he would have to see them for himself before he had any real faith. "That they are Mr. Esteves. Well, I suppose I better show you what I have in this bag!" said Vates. He quickly removed his rucksack and started emptying it on the table, paying little regard to what was already on it. A few of his supplies rolled out which he quickly brushed to one side, leaving only a collection of rolled up maps and a couple of memory drives. "Some maps that include the locations of multiple military caches, some military patrol routes, and some other details you might find useful. These drives contain some pre-event information on the walls construction and some military personal data; I don't know how useful it'll be now though." Vates didn't give Hector a chance to reply as he quickly drew one of the maps closer, "Those military caches have some useful stuff. I've been living off a couple myself. I imagine that when the fighting starts they the military might try to reach or secure them - it might be worth keeping in mind when you plan your attack."

Hector whistled in awe, "Wow, hermano that had much more detail than the map that Raeven secured..." Hector raised a brow and looked at Vates. "How... how exactly did you get your post-event intel? Did you have some sort of... group?" he asked curiously. This man had a lot of valuable information, and not all of it was gathered years ago. If he was alone, to be able to get that much information either meant he was with the military, or he had something else up his sleeve.

"Information was, well still is, my business. When the event occurred I managed to keep some sources open for a while. But otherwise I've simply taken what I already knew and found the rest out for myself." Vates said with a cheeky grin, "I live in the Heights District, so I'm not too far from the military. Hell, I know some of their routes just from watching them from my balcony!" Hector chuckled and nodded. "You seem like a good man, Vates. You seem concerned for the people, and the people are my priority. My responsibility, if I may. I could use someone like you on our side, you know."

"And I could do with making sure you're successful." Vates smirked, "I can handle myself in a fight, but I'm not sure how useful I'd be on the front lines"

Hector smiled and held out his hand once more, "Well, Mr. Vates, I'm glad to have you here with us then. If you decide to join the fray, let my men know and they'll have you situated immediately."