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A Cracked Wand and A Tarnished Sword

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The Fanatic has finally arrived!

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Southern Zalcan looked like this, before the damned Mages destroyed it. The thought idly slipped through Logen's mind as he walked through the peaceful scenery of Caradia. Any discomfort he may have had from walking constantly in his armor had long ago faded away. Or maybe it had stopped being a problem for him along with all other discomforts like food, lack of sleep, lack of water, when the mages altered him and wiped out Zalcan. Hatred filled Logen at the thought of all the lives the mages had taken, and all the lives that could have been saved if the Zalcan queen had listened to his organization. With a sigh, he threw away that line of thought, knowing it would only lead back to the beginning. What was in the past couldn't be changed, or saved. The present, however, the present could be saved. Like this country. Fools. Trusting the mages like they were untainted. At least Zalcan was smart enough to have us, operating in the shadows. Though it wasn't enough, in the end. He shook his head at the stupidity of the faithless, and their trusting nature. There must always be those who guard against the night. Those who dirty their hands to spare the innocents. He only hoped this nation had an organization like that, otherwise the Empire would meet the same fate as Zalcan, much faster. As he began to see the walls of the town where the Emperor would be waiting, anticipation flowed through Logen, and his pace quickened. It would be good to have a direction again, to have purpose. It'd been too long since the last mission. Too long without a target to eliminate, a Mage to kill. Now though, now it seemed he had more than one target. All the mage's monsters, and then the mage or mages themselves. Logen smiled beneath his immovable helm, a sinister, bloodthirsty grin. There would be blood spilled, and the they would be made to pay for their crimes. Logen was stopped in just short of his destination by the gathered retinue of two nobles. Or at least, the looked like nobles, given their fine arms and armor, and the fact that they were surrounded by a large group of men, wearing two distinct colors and symbols. Said nobles were apparently getting ready to duel in front of the town, apparently over nothing. Sighing at the foolishness of the youth and this nation in general, he began to use his considerable size to wade through the crowd of men. He was going to try and stop them with words, never his strong point, but was prepared for violence, his hand on the hilt of his sword and ready to use his curse, his blessing, of magic against them. Fortunately for all parties involved, one of the Emperor's guards spoke to the nobles, warning the two of them to stop, annoyance radiating off of her. Logen chuckled. "Nice to see someone with sense." He spoke quietly to himself, before speaking in a louder voice to the two duelers-to-be, as he walked between them. "Yes, put away your swords and put away your.." His eyes narrowed upon the glowing tip of her lance. Could just be enchanted. I'll have to keep an eye on her though. Mages are known for treachery. "..Lance. Save it for the monsters. Though I'm sure you both were just eager to show your skills to the Emperor, and were not in any way serious about the ridiculous notion of killing yourselves in front of the man you have come to help."

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Mage Hunters The Yarosmerian's head snapped back, and he fell to the ground in a boneless heap, obviously dazed from the blow Grey gave to him. While he was still dazed, Althalus looked over at Grey. "I'm sure I could get the bolt back. It'd go right through him. Also, have we met the same Coco? Especially now? She has about as much sense as Lyn right now." It was said affectionately. As he stared at the dazed, wounded, and beaten man, Althalus made a mental note to tell Grey he appreciated his gesture to Mar later. Right now, he was too irritated at the Yarosmerian to care. When the man finally came too, a few moments before Leith began speaking, he spat blood on the ground and glared towards the giant guardsman. After Leith finished speaking, he barked a harsh laugh. "Not men. What you're looking for has long ago given up the title of 'men'. They are monsters, much like the Naga. But they are in the forest, if you seek to kill them. Shouldn't be too hard to find them, just follow the trail of blood and burns and devastation. They were not subtle in following my two remaining bodyguards and I. We had thought we had found a safe haven for a Yarosmerian diplomat and his guards, before completing the journey to the Mage College. We were wrong." He glanced at Althalus and seeing the skeptical look on the assassin's face, nodded. "Yes, I'm a diplomat of Yarosmere. The new Yarosmere. We have made the prophet of the Sand God our King, and threw out the foreigners, and then started to clean up our own borders." Althalus, sensing something bad was about to be said, gently put down his crossbow and stepped in front of Mar. The diplomat continued, clearly enjoying himself. "We've started exterminating the Naga plague. Their foul pit, Mesa Gaan, has been wiped out. We were moving on the rest as I left." He looked at Leith. "Thank you for your assistance. It is nice to see not all heathens are violent fools." Althalus went rigid. Fury and reason warred on his face for a brief moment, then reason won out. Barely. Primarily because he didn't have his crossbow. "Mar, look at me. Don't do anything violent, the College will want him alive." Althalus said, holding his hands out in an attempt to stop any movement Mar would make to try and kill the man.

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Thomas is always open to new perspectives, and I am sure will get along with Logen swimmingly. At least until he starts preaching dogmatic conservatism of intellectual thought, and admits to persecuting and killing people on the orders of a religious group. Thomas is not too keen on that guff, but water under the bridge and all that. Thomas doesn't care about the past except in how it will inform future events, so if you're solid and not-murderous then things will be grand. Who knows, maybe Thomas can win him over to the side of Science and Progress.

@rextremendum

Well, I can promise he won't try to convert Thomas. And I can promise he's solid, and mostly not-murderous(crazy though he may be, he realizes he'll be outnumbered and surrounded if he tries to kill someone. In public.) Everythingelse, that's a tad more iffy. ALSO *Skims over OOC explosion.* What happened to the good old explanation of:

A Cracked Wand and A Tarnished Sword

Then I must warn people that their mothers will be involved in a lot of dialogues with Strogobor and not in a positive light.

@Skrakar

Rhian won't care. She may even return some. After all, she grew up here too, and she can listen to her 'children' talk just as easily as the next person.

A Cracked Wand and A Tarnished Sword

"The fact that I am blind does not mean I cannot see" 5ft 5in, her eyes have been ripped out. There is nothing but ragged holes where they should be. Name: Rhian 'The Priestess of the Damned'. Age: 33 Gender: Female Personality: I care for those that the rest of society leaves for dead. When others hiss at the disfigured, the diseased, or the insane, I care for them. I treat them with the kindness and the compassion they deserve, and I bring the word of the gods to them. They are the Damned of Society, and I am their Priestess. They are my flock, my children. Like any mother, I grow angry whenever my children are threatened. Specifically, I kill those who threaten them. I'm really typically nice and peaceful. Just don't threaten my children, or I'll show you what it really is to be damned. I have a stubborn streak a mile wide, it should be said. History: I was blinded at a young age. I don't remember who did it, or why. I only remember the intense pain of having both eyes carved out of my head, and passing out. As I slipped into blissful unconsciousness, I assumed I was going to die. Afterall, typically when you lose your eyes that violently, you bleed out. But, I didn't die. I was visited by a multitude of beings of shadow. They were too dark to make out more than just their forms, but they spoke to me. I won't go into the details of all they said, as that would be a telling that would take days. They told me I had been chosen to guide the damned, the forgotten, and the shunned. I had been chosen to save them from themselves, and protect them from the rest of the world. They would give me the powers necessary to both overcome my blindness, and protect my flock. I accepted their offer gladly. When the only other choice is death, you don't accept an offer any other way, do you? The going was hard, at first. After all, no one respects a little girl, least of all a blind one in the slums, near the crags. But my Gods provide. Those who threatened me paid dearly for their insolence. Those who merely ignored me were forgiven, and later brought into the fold. As I grew, so did my powers and my ability to understand people and comfort them. It is harder than you think, to make someone open up to you. Especially near the crag. These people have been hated, insulted, and attacked their entire lives. Getting them to open up to me, to my Gods, and to let themselves be comforted. I suppose that's where my stubborn streak came from. I refused to give up on them, no matter how many times they threw me back. No matter how many times they screamed an insulted me. I always came back. Now, there's a tension in the air. There's a trembling through the lifeforces. Something is coming. I don't know what, but I do know one thing. I will weather the storm, and I will protect my children. As I always have. As I always will. Abilities: Lifeforce sight- My magic, a gift from the Gods, more than makes up for my lack of sight. I can see the life force of people and animals like burning candles in the dark. Even inanimate objects can be seen by me, a dark grey glow. They even have their own colors, according to the person's personality. I can also erase some objects from my sight, like my mask. After all , it would be ridiculous to be blinded because I couldn't see through my mask. Thanks to my power, I know better than most how easily the flame of life can be snuffed out. I've watched it happen. Healing- I can heal wounds, though naturally the more severe the wound the longer it takes. A minor stab or cut takes seconds. A mortal wound to the heart takes days. Hellfire and Black Lightning- I can wield the nastier versions of fire and lightning. My Hellfire, a lovely blue, burns the soul as well as the flesh, and burns with a greater intensity than your average flame. So those struck with it might recover quickly from the physical wounds, the spiritual pain would last for years. My black lighting is as dark as night, and rather than only just throwing the lightning bolt and praying, I can manipulate it unnaturally. A lighting whip, or a ball, or a sword. Things like that. It too leaves a lasting spiritual damage. If this sounds unholy, good. *She gives a small smile.*I am a priestess of the Damned after all. Disease immune- Be they plagues or common colds, I am immune to them.

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You know, at first I thought Logen would be hated by most of the group. You know, he's an ass and a fanatic, but those who weren't mages(or were mages he deemed 'leashed') would find him kind of pleasant. I was wrong. So wrong. The entire group is going to hate him. *Starts making plans for Logen's honorable death before he gets murdered in his sleep. Er. When his back is turned.*

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Same here. Right now all of the "adult" characters have a fairly grim atmosphere to them. Is it odd that the most approachable character is seemingly the Emperor?

@Zurnt

Hey! My character is very approachable! I did my best to make an everyday person, with some above average talents and massive aspirations, in a particular effort to offset the grimness of our cast of characters.

@rextremendum

Hey! Logen is totally approachable. If you can put with insane fanaticism and you're not a wizard. Or a wizard supporter. He's a likeable guy, I swear! DX (Lol, Jk he's a total ass about Mages. And he's an insane fanatic. Did I mention that part?)

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Indeed. Logen and Pythia are going to get along swimmingly, I can feel it! They're not going to be on opposite ends of the spectrum at all! :D Okay, maybe I laid the sarcasm on a little thick there.