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Interest again & Terran Battlecruiser should be interesting.
still have some details to fill in
also what ye gents think?

Interet & WIP ship!


Name:Kargut Blastikk

Nickname(s):Da Mad Bombah

Klan:Bad Moons

Role:Tank Busta (demolition "expert")

Common Armament: Camouflaged 'Ard boy Armor (The camo even works oddly enough)
Tank Hammer
Tank Busta bombs
Lot'a 'splosives!!!

Anything else: "What you mean I aint stelfy? Da Humies can't raise da alarm if I blew it up now can dey? 'sides, not much use sneekin after a big ol Kaboom! Humies all worried 'bout their tanks an' buildins, too busy to be shootin' at me!"

His 'Ard Boy Armor is not intentionally camouflaged, it is caked with enough mud and plant debris it has become passable camouflage.

He also carries a necklace of gears, nuts, and other assorted components of vehicles he has smashed or 'sploded the most precious of these is a thick gear supposedly belonging to an Imperial Titan (this is entirely... not true)
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I return to the guild after a year! Also hello gents, this looks fun!
so... i want really planning on going this direction initially but im pretty sure Thaum just left his apartment for good and is about to become a wizard hobo... if a well equipped hobo for the time being.

The story just kinda unraveled that direction while i was writing it. lol
Thaum was snapped out of a research fugue as his cell phone rang, he glanced away from the 200 year old tome he was painstakingly translating. The phone said four missed calls from Marcus, one of the few in the local magic scene that would actually be called a friend. he casually tapped the phone to answer the call. "hey Marcus, whats up?" being called at odd hours of the night was not surprising as several spirits or particularly nasty vampires had to be dealt with sometimes.

"Thaum, what the hell happened?" answered Marcus
Thaum was about to return to reading the tome, but his tone was nearly accusatory. "What do you mean by What the hell happened?"
"You dont know?" asked Marcus this time almost accusing Thaum of stupidity.
Thaum spent several heart beats trying to think of something like, having missed a night at the pub or something but this sounded much more serious. "Uhm no Marcus, what are you talking about?"

"Mauser"

Thaum grimaced at the name. He wasnt exactly popular with the local magical hierarchy but he wasn't breaking any of the rules, If severely bending a few. That being said, he didn't think that those at the top would have known or cared about him. "What about him?" asked Thaum cautiously. Marcus was tied to the magical society much more closely than he was and might be giving him a heads up about some sweeping rule change or a crack down on his kind of magic.

"He is dead.. your name was carved into his chest." said Marcus. Thaum had half a mind to start laughing at the ridiculousness but how Marcus was talking made him sure that this was no prank. Thaum stayed quiet for several long seconds trying to think how or why such a thing might happen.

"Wh- what? when? how?"

"He was found a few hours ago, i have a few friends that give me a little info on things like this.. Look, i shouldn't even be talking to you, I'm probably going to get into a hell of a lot of trouble over this.. b- but i know you man. You wouldn't have killed Mauser. Hell, I doubt you could have even if you wanted to. I mean, I'm just calling to let you know that the Guardians are coming to collect you so that you don't do something stupid when they do."

Thaum stayed silent for another moment, "Oh shit..." he finally said as the weight of the situation dawned on him, and that weight threw him into a panic. "Right, thanks uh- for letting me know" He hung up on Marcus, later he might realize that ending the call probably made him sound guilty as hell but that didn't matter. There was going to be a proverbial witch hunt that probably started minutes after finding the body and reading his name.

Which meant, the witch hunt started hours ago and he didnt have time to prepare for it. Thaum snapped the book closed and dropped it on his desk thinking furiously as to what he might need and not realizing he was muttering aloud "ok.. chalk, rosemary, belladonna, candles, some silver and gold, iron, charcoal..." he continued muttering ingredients for most common summoning rituals. His little collection grew into a messy pile before he realized he needed to stop because he didn't have time to make a real plan. "Ok ok, stop it Thaum, basics for an emergency case. That's all. Except that emergency case is my own survival." He clenched his teeth and calmed himself like he would before a ritual which due to practice only took several moments. Once calm he ran through what he needed much easier only collecting what was vital: a hat, jacket, a simple sturdy cane, a pack with simplistic ritual components, some cash, his dinky little handgun, and finally his little black book of demons.

With all that in hand he left his apartment and locked the door behind him and thumbing the rune etched into the door activating his magical defenses as pathetic as they where. He set off down the street hat pulled low.

@POOHEAD189 as an information trader would you work with Thaum? Being as a summoner he likely enslaves demons and your brethren fae?

Or a limited trade relationship for example: trading for location of a vampire hide out is fine, but not the true name of another creature for summoning?

Mostly because information and planning are the only reason he gets anything done lol.
Thaum carved into his chest....

Well my life is about to get very complicated.

As for how complicated, I am known to this "seven"? Or the larger magic community? I was working with the assumption that I was somewhat small time compared to the big league wizards and not widely known as a person of importance. Though I would understand that my name might get around to some of the community. Just asking for clarification.
Let's see..

Given that I think he would call his friend Father Calbor, the priest with a small church near Thaum's home. Calbor owes him a great debt after saving Calbor's daughter from demonic possession. He tried to give Thaum gifts and offers of help with the spiritual. Thaum however only rarely asked for old books or for a safe place to sleep on hallowed ground after a demon or undead creature had decided to claim his life. The priest is always happy to help even at strange hours because of the debt Calbor is trying to repay.

How's that?
@Penny

That would depend on the nature of 'over his head' and possibly what you mean by 'who'

For example most issues can be taken care of by summoning entities that can solve the problems for him either by being big and mean or knowing about what he wants to know.

So I suppose do you mean a go to summon or more of an ally to give him a safe haven? Or should I just get a hand full of demons he uses and an ally?

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