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Sorry! RL has been a mess, catching up!

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Darius

"Hey, thanks anyway. I've got to go too... got a lot of work to do tonight. If I come and buy you a drink tomorrow, will you show me how your friends work?" said the human

Darius watched the others leave, he was surprised at their reaction, he half expected the lady to stay for the protection of his light. If she wanted to be eaten by the shadow things that was her business. The knight would be fine though, his horse was a curiosity and Darius wanted to know how it worked.

"Eh? Oh, yes a few Ales will be great. What friends do you mean?" he followed the Human's gaze to the constructs and grunted grumpily in a way only a dwarf can. "humpf, Nay lad. Constructs like these bastards are a secret of mine clan and ye know how dwarves can be about their secrets. Hah!" He laughed sure that the human knew how stubborn dwarves where. Before looking down one of the streets towards the Tavern. "Anyway, good luck Lad. I best be leaving" He streched with a great groan of an old man "These old bones need their rest"

He turned to leave calling the constructs to him, once out of sight of the human he called a stop quietly and told his Defender to go and find one of the shadow beasts. The construct lumbered off into the darkness, while Darius dug around in his cart for a few containers specifically a wired cage and a large glass bottle with a wide mouth. A few moments later he heard metallic boots stomping quickly in the nearby alley. It was getting rather noisy, he heard some crates or barrels crush with a sound of splintering wood. Darius winced he didn't actually want a confrontation with the guards and the commotion would draw them sooner or later.

The construct returned with a fist full of inky black that writhed in its grasp clawing to escape. "hah, well done you fat bastard" Darius considered the shadow thing and decided capture it in the jar wrapping the jar in a thick bundle of cloth made the inside of he jar dark and using the light to.. encourage the creature it went to hide in the jar which was quickly sealed trapping the monster.

He sighed remembering his last words to the human, his old bones did need a rest. With that thought he returned to the tavern and had his cart placed in the small stable attached and had the guardian keep watch over it. Once inside he laid a few gold on the counter paying for a few rooms and a large cup of ale. He got himself a mild buzz and a good nights rest.

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Oh I guess it's decided, I'll have to have a good brawl and hit on one of the female guards.

I'm sure that will go well!

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@Jojo

I wasn't planning a brawl withe guard lol.

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Darius

When the boy said the guards would 'arrest' people at night for their own protection Darius nearly burst out laughing and managed to keep himself down to a, rather loud, snort. He thought how funny it would be for a guard to try and arrest himself and the golem, mostly because of the stunned expression on the guards at the gate when they observed his golem much less if they tried to arrest it. Part of him wondered how long it would take for a few guards to find him and work up the courage to try... He decided that it would take too long and his old dwarf bones where too tired to wait for a good chuckle.

The robed human asked for Darius to escort these two back to somewhere safe. "You wot boy?" he said, while certainly sounding grumpy at the request there was no malice behind his words. "You want me tah escort this..." Darius said 'escort' sarcastically but trailed off when he glanced at the knight before grunting. "hrmpf, Creepy bastard and this ah, wee lass eh? Oi reckon the creepy bastard can handle a quarrel wit one o' the shadow beasties, maybe two." He says with a laugh knowing full well that the knight would probably put up a good fight for his Defender or scores of the shadow monsters. "As for askin questions.. if oi don' have anything else to do when you find me lad ill answer what you wish, but you will owe me an ale for each question alright boy?" and strategically not awaiting a reply to make a negative answer impossible "Thats a good lad"

Darius pondered a moment before actually answering the question "Oi suppose if you younglings care to follow oi won't try to stop ye, but oi want one of these shadow beasties if we can catch one of em." He smirked "Might get some shadow essence, or skewer one up some cooking" He laughed again finding himself hilarious, and knowing full well that probably none of the others would agree. "Oi will need tah know where a good tavern is, has tah be one with good ale" he said with a wink towards the group in general.

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Ok! Sorry for the delay. had a lot to put together lol

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Darius

"C'mon ya fat bastard" Darius said to the defender who held the poles of a human, or Golem, dawn cart that held the dwarf's team of servants and a small workshop that could manufacture a surprising array of items and alchemical concoctions. The Defender picked up its pace ever so slightly to fall in line with Darius as they came to the gate of Wanderneir just as the sun falls below the horizon. The guards admired the Dwarven machine as its like had very rarely been seen outside of the fortress mountains of the dwarves.

"Aye! 'e is a sight but oi wish to enter the City" said Darius annoyed that every town and city he had entered with Dark Steel, the Golem, had reacted by ogling at the metallic figure. "An' oi know that the city 'as some dark nasties at night, an' an old dwarf like me don' need you young lads slowin' me down" he said as he took a step forward prepared to walk right past if they keep standing slack jawed.

"Oh, of course sir." said one of the guards "There are shadow sprites at nig-"

"Pay attention lad!" roared the dwarf with a voice that could have been heard over the cacophony of a workshop. "Oi know about the terrible beasties" he said with a thick layer of sarcasm "An' i wan' to go anyways, The Fat Bastard 'ere can take care of this old bastard, so, canae be on my way?"

The soldier blinked slowly deciphering the dwarf's accent, "Ah, yes you should find an inn soon"

"Bah, yes yes" said the dwarf as he strides through the gate. He found himself in an empty street only a couple of minutes of walking with shadows darkening fast and the last rays of the sun fell below the horizon. Darius grumbled incoherently, more grunts than actual words, he dug around in his cart and produced a lantern holding a solid globe of glass rather than a wicked oil lamp. he dropped some glittering iridescent powder and a measure of viscous gel into the globe. The mixture quickly began foaming and producing a wisp of vapor, which produced a faint light. He stoppered the globe which quickly began to produce more light than a good torch.

Darius looks at the guardian who held both poles of the cart and he grimaced "Useless bastard... Copper! get out here!" At his command one of the servant golems stood and climbed out of the cart, it stood somewhat shorter than Darius and its tarnished steel body was only identifiable by a coin sized circle of copper inlaid into its head. "Carry this you git" he said to the small machine holding out the globe lantern. The servant shuffled a bit and held the globe over its head casting a large illuminated area around itself.

Darius wandered a while, turning randomly not worried about the shadows skulking just out of the circle of his alchemical light. Before long he happened upon a queer scene, a mounted knight, a robed man, an armed woman, and the distinct feel of magic in the air. The situation was just interesting enough to pique his interest. Darius and his golem entourage turned to approach the small group.

"Wots all this then?" he said in a voice that would carry to them, and probably several city blocks beyond. "Seems like you younglings should have brought some better light!" he laughed as he casually walked towards the group with the guardian behind and the lamp wielding servant beside the dwarf.

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Grave Lord Mortan

The Grave lord set down his tools and inspected his work, an abomination laid on the table with freakish proportions of a human with bulging muscles and a network of stitches holding the flesh inside the creature. Hundreds of pounds of muscle fused into an impossible frame soon to be fueled by black magic. Mortan chuckles, pleased with his terrible creation, but it still needs to be raised. He turns and searches for one of his slaves, a skeleton stands at perfect attention by the door awaiting orders.

Mortan stares in confusion, where were all his minions? he was sure there where more. He glances down at his new beast, "ah" he says to himself, "there they are" once the mystery was solved he turns back to the lone skeleton "Fetch me a soul" he says waving a hand at the skeleton before turning back to the creature and begins carving a few eldritch runes into the flesh of the monster preparing for the final ritual to reanimate it.

a couple of minutes pass before the skeleton returns dragging a half starved man by the arm who cries out in fear and anger trying to resist the undead minion. His starved and weakened body lacks the strength to stall his fate. Once the skeleton comes near Mortan grabs the man by the scalp and pulls him up to eye level. With his other hand the Lich grabs the man by the face and begins quietly chanting a dark incantation. Once spoken tendrils of light snake from the humans eyes and Mortan begins to laugh amused by the cruelty. The man howls in terror and agony as his very essence is ripped from his body leaving a hollowed husk and a sphere glowing like a small star in the hand of the Lich.

Unceremoniously the corpse is dropped to the floor, "remove that" Mortan says to the skeleton now bored with the remains of the human. The skeleton reaches down and drags the husk away to a small pile of desiccated corpses just like the one it hauls. Mortan returns to his work chanting a new incantation using the fresh soul to fuel the terrible power of the beast. Within moments the glowing soul begins to dim and the creature jerks upon the table as unholy life is breathed into it.

"RISE!" commands The Mad Wizard and the creature obeys hauling its bulk off the table to stand before Mortan "Fetch me more souls" he says before the creature lumbers off with a speed that it should not possess in search of any living thing to bring back to its master.

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The Grave Lord Mortan, the Mad Wizard

Grave Lord Mortan, The Mad Wizard

Name:

Height: 5'9"
Weight: 180 lbs
Age: Exact age unknown - probably in the low hundreds
Race/Species: Lich - Formerly human
Birth Place Unknown

Appearance:


Personality: Mortan is a scientist of necromantic magic, He is nearly always in his workshop trying to craft better undead creatures, obsessed with making his pets deadlier or indomitable. Alternatively he is in his library researching ancient text to hone his abilities. His lust for power is indeed more of an acedemic one, he desires nothing more than to push his 'necromantic science' to the limit. He is cold and calculating, a far cry from the power mad arch villains who perpetuate cruelty for cruelties sake. Mortan is not above truly abhorrent methods to reach his goals, as he did artificially extend his own 'life' through necromancy.

History:

Very little is known of Mortan's history, Legends abound however. The rumors speak of an ancient court wizard and consult to the king during the Great War, however his name has been lost to history, he was driven mad by the horrors of war and the corruption of black magic. It is believed that in desperation the Wizard turned to the dark arts to save the kingdom of Wanderneir and to sweep aside the elves and dwarves to allow human kind to reign supreme.

The legends say that his dark arts and inhuman experiments had driven him truly insane, he had decided in order to win the war he must become immortal and lay waste to the world. Using an unholy ritual the city of Wanderneir was left lifeless, it is said that not even a blade of grass or a single rat lived. The wizard disappeared in the cataclysm that befell Wanderneir and has not been seen since.

In recent years however new rumors have arisen, deep in the swamps of Wanderneir there is said to be a long forgotten fortress sunken into the murk of the swamp where rotten zombies and blood thirsty ghouls can be found and will take villagers to be made into twisted abominations.

The trouble with townsfolk rumors however is that they are seldom reliable...

It is also believed that the mad wizard haunts a ruined elven sanctuary drawing strength from a powerful artifact hidden by the elves in ages past preparing to engulf the world in an age of darkness and misery to surpass the great war.

Others even say that the Mad Wizard still lurks in Wanderneir besetting the very shadows against the living paving the way for a dark god to smother the world in shadow.

Darius Shatterstone

Species: Dwarf



Gender: Male

Age: 78

Birthplace: Karak Hold

Current Location: Wanderneir

Physical Description:
Darius is fairly normal for his race, standing at just over 4ft tall but broad and muscular. However he is remarkable due to one bright and intelligent eye that is contrasted by one that is clouded and blind. He carries a heavy sledge covered in Dwarven runes and is clad in light armor. While fairly muscular he does not have the bearing of a soldier but rather a skilled artisan. This is made apparent by the Dwarven Defender golem and the small team (5) of Hextech (Magitech) servants that follow him around, beond which he carries bandoliers filled with grenades and alchemical vials.

Golems

The Defender Golem is somewhat large, standing at about 6ft and somewhat broader than a man it is intimidating to all but the bulkiest of the human race. The Servants however are only about 3 ft tall and essentially useless in battle due to their fairly light frames and lack of armor. they are quite useful in their role of worker drone to do the unskilled work for a craftsman.

Golem names are designated by a piece of metal the size of a coin inlaid into their head.
Servants:
Iron
Tin
Copper
lead
Silver
Defender:
DarkSteel (often Fat Bastard)

Mental Description:
Darius is not a young dwarf any longer and thinks as such. He knows that he is a well skilled Hexsmith and will happily argue with any other artisan in ways only a dwarf craftsman can. Some believe an old dwarf is set in their ways and are immovable as the mountains the hail from, and those people would often be right, but Darius is sharp and does not cling to traditions like many of his clansmen. He is as grumpy and and prone to grumbling as any other dwarf.

Background Information (Optional):
Darius was born and raised in Karak Hold trained as a Hexsmith and dabbling in Alchemy. His clan, the Warsmiths, was one of the few dwarven clans who could still make the mighty war golems of the great war Darius learned to manufacture the magically enchanted machines whiole living in fear another great war would arise. The most deadly and terrible war machines had been purged from the archives before Darius' time so never learned how to construct the colossal death machines that slaughtered millions in the great war.

The dwarf toiled in the forges for many years, thousands of Dwarven Defenders bearing his makers mark, before he grew tired of his paranoid clan preparing for a war that should never come to pass. He left the clan to explore the world in his older years. This however angered his clan and stripped him of his name leaving him as a Shatterstone or one of the lowest miners in dwarven society. Darius cared little, using his skill and experience he managed to trade for the materials and build what he needed and set out into the world with little knowledge of what adventures would find him.

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@Jojo Hero dude to pal around with everyone else!
what do you think?

Hider

Name: Darius Shatterstone

Species: Dwarf



Gender: Male

Age: 78

Birthplace: Karak Hold

Current Location: Wanderneir

Physical Description:
Darius is fairly normal for his race, standing at just over 4ft tall but broad and muscular. However he is remarkable due to one bright and intelligent eye that is contrasted by one that is clouded and blind. He carries a heavy sledge covered in Dwarven runes and is clad in light armor. While fairly muscular he does not have the bearing of a soldier but rather a skilled artisan. This is made apparent by the Dwarven Defender golem and the small team (5) of Hextech (Magitech) servants that follow him around, beond which he carries bandoliers filled with grenades and alchemical vials.

Golems

The Defender Golem is somewhat large, standing at about 6ft and somewhat broader than a man it is intimidating to all but the bulkiest of the human race. The Servants however are only about 3 ft tall and essentially useless in battle due to their fairly light frames and lack of armor. they are quite useful in their role of worker drone to do the unskilled work for a craftsman.

Mental Description:
Darius is not a young dwarf any longer and thinks as such. He knows that he is a well skilled Hexsmith and will happily argue with any other artisan in ways only a dwarf craftsman can. Some believe an old dwarf is set in their ways and are immovable as the mountains the hail from, and those people would often be right, but Darius is sharp and does not cling to traditions like many of his clansmen. He is as grumpy and and prone to grumbling as any other dwarf.

Background Information (Optional):
Darius was born and raised in Karak Hold trained as a Hexsmith and dabbling in Alchemy. His clan, the Warsmiths, was one of the few dwarven clans who could still make the mighty war golems of the great war Darius learned to manufacture the magically enchanted machines whiole living in fear another great war would arise. The most deadly and terrible war machines had been purged from the archives before Darius' time so never learned how to construct the colossal death machines that slaughtered millions in the great war.

The dwarf toiled in the forges for many years, thousands of Dwarven Defenders bearing his makers mark, before he grew tired of his paranoid clan preparing for a war that should never come to pass. He left the clan to explore the world in his older years. This however angered his clan and stripped him of his name leaving him as a Shatterstone or one of the lowest miners in dwarven society. Darius cared little, using his skill and experience he managed to trade for the materials and build what he needed and set out into the world with little knowledge of what adventures would find him.

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@restless I should have thought of that. While I wasn't planning on being too graphic, but necromancer mad scientist would be pretty 18+