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The Wayfarer's Guild

Hawks Zulcan

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Name: Hawks Zulcan

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Race: Dragonborn

Appearance: Hawks is more slender and lithe than many of the other members of his family with long limbs and tail that sometimes almost seem to have a mind of their own. Black scales that are painted over and accented with white, along with shining gold eyes, give him an odd, somewhat sinister appearance that he likes to maintain. He still has the height common of Dragonborn, standing well over 6ft tall, and sharp pointed horns.

Personality: Quiet, reserved, and an all around calm demeanor gives Hawks an intimidating presence that he cultivates as a method of defense. If others think he's tougher than he might really be he doesn't have to worry about getting himself out of fights too frequently, though he knows he's capable of defending himself if it comes down to it. Despite his tough looking exterior he is rather friendly and enjoys the company of other people even if he isn't necessarily involved in the conversation. Most of the time he's writing or sketching in the journal he keeps with him, but that doesn't mean he isn't listening to everything that is being said.

The spiritual magics he wields are held in a careful balance of harm and protection in his eyes; dealing damage to those who deserve it while providing respite and peace to those who are friends or allies. He prefers to listen and talk through a problem, with those who are rational, than go into an encounter swords swinging. However, that doesn't mean he isn't capable, or willing, to knock a few heads or burn foes with radiant magics.

Equipment:

• A black wood and metal staff which serves as both a weapon and a conduit for his magic through the gemstone imbedded at the top
• A leatherbound journal kept in a holster at his side that he uses to keep track of magic he's learned as well as record and draw things he finds interesting.
• A set of black and green armor that he slowly bought piece by piece over the course of several months as he worked up the money to get them. He hopes to strengthen and improve upon it for better defensive capabilities.

Magic: Hawks' magic is spiritual in nature, gifted to him by one of the Numin who speaks to him in his dreams. An angel of Twilight who seeks to bring comfort and peace to a world that is chaotic and torn.

• Sanctuary-Hawks has the ability to create a sphere of refreshing energy that gives his allies a bit of a boost in courage and heals them up.
• Cantrips-He has some small tricks that can be used to do simple things such as create a light, provide a small amount of aid, or even bring the light of the Numin down upon his enemies.
• Low-Level Spells-He's been gifted with the knowledge of a few more complex spells that can help both in combat by aiding his allies or hindering his enemies, dealing greater damage, or providing a little extra protection to those who need it.

History: Hawks grew up on the fringes of The Cliff with both his parents and two siblings, an older sister and a younger brother. His parents found difficulty finding work in Arskel, which wasn't much of a surprise given their appearance is one of a dangerous creature that can destroy a city if it so desires. His father eventually took up work with the guild and served them well through brute strength and ferocity that his kind are well known for. His mother elected to stay home and watch over him and his siblings or find the occasional odd job around The Cliff that needed doing. He grew used to the nervous looks sent his way and unlike his brother and sister who walked proud and threw themselves at anyone who looked at them funny, he chose to keep his head down and keep the peace.

His father did force Hawks and his siblings to train with him in the ways of martial combat utilizing heavy weapons and armor to bring down far greater foes. While his brother and sister took to the training immediately it took him a bit longer to learn the forms and strikes, much to his father's annoyance, but he did eventually follow through with each and every one despite his siblings using him as more of a training dummy than anything else. If he could get away with it, he would ditch training and find the more secluded parts of the ancient ruins to hide away in and study.

This willingness to keep order in spite of a harsh situation, and a thirst for new knowledge, may be what initially drew the Numin to him in his dreams. They spoke of peace and gave him the ability to both create and keep it. This newfound spiritual connection was both baffling and exhilarating as he found he could now stand toe to toe with his siblings and wasn't so easy to knock around. This gained his father's interest and he eventually gifted him with the staff that he still wields.

After his father's death at the hands of some beast from the breach he decided he wanted to join the guild after all. If anything to prevent others from having to experience the loss of a family member. It took him some time to get the money together to get armor suitable for the guild but once he did he joined up in hopes of surpassing where his father stood and helping to bring back peace.

Guild Ranking: Initiate

The Wayfarer's Guild

Hawks Zulcan

Theme

Name: Hawks Zulcan

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Race: Dragonborn

Appearance: Hawks is more slender and lithe than many of the other members of his family with long limbs and tail that sometimes almost seem to have a mind of their own. Black scales that are painted over and accented with white, along with shining gold eyes, give him an odd, somewhat sinister appearance that he likes to maintain. He still has the height common of Dragonborn, standing well over 6ft tall, and sharp pointed horns.

Personality: Quiet, reserved, and an all around calm demeanor gives Hawks an intimidating presence that he cultivates as a method of defense. If others think he's tougher than he might really be he doesn't have to worry about getting himself out of fights too frequently, though he knows he's capable of defending himself if it comes down to it. Despite his tough looking exterior he is rather friendly and enjoys the company of other people even if he isn't necessarily involved in the conversation. Most of the time he's writing or sketching in the journal he keeps with him, but that doesn't mean he isn't listening to everything that is being said.

The spiritual magics he wields are held in a careful balance of harm and protection in his eyes; dealing damage to those who deserve it while providing respite and peace to those who are friends or allies. He prefers to listen and talk through a problem, with those who are rational, than go into an encounter swords swinging. However, that doesn't mean he isn't capable, or willing, to knock a few heads or burn foes with radiant magics.

Equipment:

• A black wood and metal staff which serves as both a weapon and a conduit for his magic through the gemstone imbedded at the top
• A leatherbound journal kept in a holster at his side that he uses to keep track of magic he's learned as well as record and draw things he finds interesting.
• A set of black and green armor that he slowly bought piece by piece over the course of several months as he worked up the money to get them. He hopes to strengthen and improve upon it for better defensive capabilities.

Magic: Hawks' magic is spiritual in nature, gifted to him by one of the Numin who speaks to him in his dreams. An angel of Twilight who seeks to bring comfort and peace to a world that is chaotic and torn.

• Sanctuary-Hawks has the ability to create a sphere of refreshing energy that gives his allies a bit of a boost in courage and heals them up.
• Cantrips-He has some small tricks that can be used to do simple things such as create a light, provide a small amount of aid, or even bring the light of the Numin down upon his enemies.
• Low-Level Spells-He's been gifted with the knowledge of a few more complex spells that can help both in combat by aiding his allies or hindering his enemies, dealing greater damage, or providing a little extra protection to those who need it.

History: Hawks grew up on the fringes of The Cliff with both his parents and two siblings, an older sister and a younger brother. His parents found difficulty finding work in Arskel, which wasn't much of a surprise given their appearance is one of a dangerous creature that can destroy a city if it so desires. His father eventually took up work with the guild and served them well through brute strength and ferocity that his kind are well known for. His mother elected to stay home and watch over him and his siblings or find the occasional odd job around The Cliff that needed doing. He grew used to the nervous looks sent his way and unlike his brother and sister who walked proud and threw themselves at anyone who looked at them funny, he chose to keep his head down and keep the peace.

His father did force Hawks and his siblings to train with him in the ways of martial combat utilizing heavy weapons and armor to bring down far greater foes. While his brother and sister took to the training immediately it took him a bit longer to learn the forms and strikes, much to his father's annoyance, but he did eventually follow through with each and every one despite his siblings using him as more of a training dummy than anything else. If he could get away with it, he would ditch training and find the more secluded parts of the ancient ruins to hide away in and study.

This willingness to keep order in spite of a harsh situation, and a thirst for new knowledge, may be what initially drew the Numin to him in his dreams. They spoke of peace and gave him the ability to both create and keep it. This newfound spiritual connection was both baffling and exhilarating as he found he could now stand toe to toe with his siblings and wasn't so easy to knock around. This gained his father's interest and he eventually gifted him with the staff that he still wields.

After his father's death at the hands of some beast from the breach he decided he wanted to join the guild after all. If anything to prevent others from having to experience the loss of a family member. It took him some time to get the money together to get armor suitable for the guild but once he did he joined up in hopes of surpassing where his father stood and helping to bring back peace.

Guild Ranking: Initiate

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The Wayfarer's Guild

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The Wayfarer's Guild

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Pale green eyes blinked back open as Honeypaw crept into the den and Duskwing nodded in acknowledgement of the order that Honeypaw conveyed. "Thank you for telling me Honeypaw." It was wise of Stonefall for all of them to be in one place, it'd be easier to protect the younger members of the clan if they were together rather than apart. She imagined her Moosepaw would be lumbering his own way in soon if he actually woke up long enough to make it across camp. She twisted her head around as she felt the small bit of warmth press against her side. Her whiskers twitched slightly in amusement as Honeypaw fell asleep almost the moment she laid down. It'd been an already busy day for one so young. She let her tail wrap slightly around the small tortoiseshell before giving back into the soft blanket of sleep.

She was fairly certain her sleep did not last long as a commotion started in the direction of the camp entrance. She immediately felt on high alert as she heard and scented unfamiliar cats, speaking in frantic voices about something she couldn't quite catch. She pushed herself to her feet and whispered to Honeypaw, "Stay here. Until we know it's safe." She wasn't sure if the young she-cat was awake, but better to make sure she was taken care of.

She pushed her way out of the warriors den as she heard Spidernose mention waking her, "No need. The noise woke me." She padded up next to the other she-cat and Stonefall to get a look at the strange cats that were now in their camp. Skinny, scratched, and a wild look in their eyes; it looked like they'd gotten into a fight with the forest itself and lost. "What's going on?" She couldn't scent anything odd, other than the cats themselves. They needed more cats but with Blackpelt gone there was also the chance those scratches could get infected and they certainly don't have the resources to take care of three who can't pull their weight, but it wouldn't feel right to turn them away. Though with Fernstar gone the decision on what to do about them went to Stonefall.

Warriors: Trial of Shadows

Hawkpaw nodded. She'd never been away from the camp for, well, any period of time at all. It was much too dangerous for kits to go wandering out of the camp, much to the annoyance of many of them, so she could feel the same excitement she'd felt earlier in the day bubbling up once again. She tried not to think of how far they'd be walking or what they could potentially encounter while out in the dark. She jumped to do what Blackmoon asked; picking up the second bundle of herbs and following him outside. She could already see most of her clanmates beginning the nighttime routine, setting watch at the entrance, and ushering the kits into the nursery.

She dropped the second bundle in front of Stonefoot as Shadeclaw swallowed the herbs with little more than a grumble and wrinkle of distaste to his nose. She shuffled her feet somewhat nervously looking towards the entrance. She was more than grateful to Emberstar for giving them an escort, and to the siblings for being to willing to help.

"Will the other medicine cats meet us there?" She moved to stand next to Blackmoon as they prepared to leave.

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Aardwolf just nodded in agreement, unfazed by the snappish response of the RainWing. He was just there to make sure she didn't run off before she led them to where the RainWings were. What she did after that was her business. He'd be quite happy if they could make it through this whole encounter without anyone trying to bite each others heads off, and based on what Jaguar was saying, that shouldn't be too difficult. "Explains why they may have allowed some random dragon to waltz in and get Lemur to help them collect the stuff. They probably didn't even consider it might get used on another dragon." Seems like at least some of the stories he'd heard about the RainWings were true. Jaguar seemed to be a bit of an exception to the rule with.

He saw Eclipse share a brief skeptical look with Skua, about what he wasn't sure, but he was inclined to believe what Jaguar said. She didn't have any reason to lie and the hatred she seemed to possess for her own tribe made it obvious she wouldn't be doing anything to protect them. Quite frankly he would just be content to know who it was they were actually looking, a name or at least description, rather than this wild goose chase they were on at the moment. "That's all fine and good. How about we get moving before the RainWings or something else stumble across our little camp here."

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As Emberstar wished them well and went back to whatever else he was needed for Hawkpaw turned her attention to Stonefoot and Shadeclaw as they approached. She hadn't ever really gotten much of a chance to speak with many of the warriors. Maybe she'd be able to ask them some questions while they traveled. She perked up a bit at the excitement in Stonefoot's voice. Seems like this would be both of their first trips into DuskClan. She almost missed the smaller black-furred form that stood in the shadow of his sister, green eyes narrowed in what she hoped was determination and not irritation at being chosen for this job.

"Should be interesting, I've always wondered how they can get around in those tunnels." Shadeclaw's voice was more subdued that Stonefoot's but Hawkpaw could hear the undertone of excitement there.

As Blackmoon called her she immediately turned to scamper after him up the slope to the medicine den. She wrinkled her nose slightly as he asked if she was going to eat the herbs, "Yes." She pulled the bundle from where it sat against the wall and began chewing them; grimacing at the bitter taste, though it did seem slightly covered by something sweeter. She swiped her tongue around her jaws to get rid of the rest of the bitter flavor as Blackmoon pulled out more herbs for their escorts.

"How long will it take us to get there and back?" She also wondered if they would meet up with the other medicine cats on their way there or not, but she didn't want to bombard him with questions.

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A deep sigh pushed itself out of Aardwolf's mouth as he heard the snarl come from the RainWing and looked to see a still annoyed expression on Skua's face. He hoped the IceWing would believe what Dreamseeker said. He hadn't been with them nearly as long but he could tell Skua meant well even if he didn't go about it the right way. He kept his thoughts carefully off his face, something he'd learned how to do when he began his training with the Outclaws. Better to let them think he wasn't paying attention. He pushed himself to his feet and stretched his wings with a wide yawn.

At Jaguar's comment he saw Eclipse's brow furrow at her, "Cheery? In a place like this where is does nothing but rain and turn the ground to mud." He could feel the mud caked in between his claws and had never before wished to be back on the shifting sands of the desert. "Seems difficult to find anything to be cheery about."

The SkyWing sighed and focused his attention on Jaguar, "What should we expect when we get there?" If Aardwolf didn't know better he'd say that Eclipse looked more worn down than when this all first started.

"Follow up question. Are we all going to be entering the tribe or should some of us wait on the fringes in case something goes wrong?" He knew very little of the RainWings, but from Jaguar's display of what their venom was capable of he didn't want to take any chances with the lives of these dragons that were, by Drought's order, under his guard.

Legends of Pyrrhia | Wings of Fire

The next morning

Eclipse blinked open his eyes to the early morning sun casting weak shadows on the ground and a faint mist of rain and fog clouding the air. The others were still asleep as far as he could tell and he let out a quiet sigh at the thought of the near catastrophic fight that broke out the previous night. He knew Skua would react poorly, but he was thankful that the other two seemed unbothered by it. That as well as Skua's willingness to actually listen. He didn't know how this would impact this journey going forward, but there was only one way to find out and that was to get moving.

He made a loop around the camp, gently shaking the shoulders of each of his companions, Skua first, to get them up and moving before the heat and humidity likely became unbearable in the later hours of the day. With luck they would find the RainWings before too long. As his friend roused he glanced towards the sky, "Looks like we might be dealing with some damp weather. Hopefully this is the worst of it, or Jaguar gets us to the Rainwings before a downpour starts." He made sure to not mention the fight from the night before, either he would get an apology or they wouldn't speak of it until later. All he knew is he didn't want to be the one to bring it up.

As he shook Dreamseeker awake he kept his voice quiet, "I'm sorry about Skua. I knew he would be upset, but I didn't think he would actually attack you, it's not usually like him."