[Ex] Call of the Witch Queen
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				Title: <strong>[Ex] Call of the Witch Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 07:27:32</strong>
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				Name :: The Widow of Tomorrow Long Forgotten<br>Concept :: Self Styled God-King of Sex and Death. <br>Motivation :: Create a frozen dead paradise away from the eyes of the neverborn <br>Caste :: Midnight<br><br>Appearance: <br>(http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu315/Pale_Enchantress/Necrometal.jpg?t=1275849024)<br><br>ATTRIBUTES:<br><br>Physical:<br>Strength :: 1<br>Dexterity :: 2<br>Stamina :: 4<br><br>Social:<br>Charisma :: 3<br>Manipulation :: 4<br>Appearance :: 5<br><br>Mental:<br>Perception :: 3<br>Intelligence :: 4<br>Wits :: 2<br><br>ABILITIES<br><br>Dusk:<br>xThrow :: 4<br>xWar :: 3<br><br>Midnight:<br>Integrity :: 2<br>Performance :: 5<br>Presence :: 2<br>Resistance :: 4<br>Survival :: 0<br><br>Daybreak:<br>xCrafts :: 5<br>Lore :: 2<br>xMedicine :: 5<br>xOccult :: 4<br><br><br>Eclipse:<br>Socialize :: 2<br><br>ADVANTAGES:<br><br>Backgrounds: <br>Cult 2 <br>Manse 3 (Gem of Grace) <br>Liege 4 <br>Artifact 4<br>Henchmen 3<br><br><br><br>Virtues:<br>Compassion :: 1<br>Temperance :: 4<br>Conviction :: 3<br>Valor :: 1<br><br>Misc:<br>Willpower :: 7<br>Essence :: 3<br>Peripheral Motes ::&nbsp; 32<br>Personal Motes :: 16<br>Unattuned :: 37<br><br>Health Levels ::<br>-0 :: []<br>-1 :: [][][][]<br>-2 :: [][]<br>-4 :: []<br><br>Soak ::<br>B/L/A ::8/8/0<br>Hardness::<br>B/L/A ::2/2/0 (+8 with spirit hardened frame) <br><br><br><br>Mutations: Extra Limbs: Tentacles<br><br>Merits: Tentacles<br><br>Flaws: Sterile (1), Sun Seared(6), Rival: The Silver Prince(3)<br><br>Charms :: First Performance Excellency, Soul desiccating Style, Irresistible Succubus Style, Spirit Hardened Frame, Ox Body Technique, Injury Absorbing Discipline, Shadowlands Circle Necromancy, First Craft Excellency, Improvised Assassins Trick. <br><br>Spells: Raise Skeleton Horde<br><br>Thaumaturgy: Art of The Dead: Pierce Shadowland, Summon Ghost, Blood Magic, Body Preservation Technique, Speak with Corpse. <br><br>Posessions: The Unmelting Heart of Tellerauthelot, Darksteel Hearthstone Amulet*, Transformative Armor. <br><br><br>Average Attacks :: <br>Kiss of Death: Speed 5,&nbsp; DV -1, 3A Damage (Mortals Only) <br>Javelin:&nbsp; Speed 4, Accuracy 7, Damage 8Lp, Rate 2, Range 30 <br><br>Intimacies: The Lover (Idolization), The Silver Prince (Attraction), The Deaf (Repulsion), Male Sex Organ Collecting (Amusement), His Physical Beauty (Obsession), The Unmelting Heart of Tellerauthelot (Coveting), The Neverborn (Scorn) <br><br>Background: <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The abandoned wooden shacks that rotted in the most decrepit area of the port's shanties were shunned even by the beggars. The liquid filth was home to a wide variety of vermin and pests. The few taverns and porters that did business in the area paid no mind to disposing of their trash and refuse among what was left of the buildings. Some people however had no choice but to live in them. As much as the homeless needed the charity of others they were quick to take from each other if they could. One man and woman could not exist among the other people. They were both blind and deaf or nearly so. On their own they could find foul sustenance among what others discarded. They stayed hidden to avoid being victimized. The one time they knew they had to find another was when the female was ready to give birth. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; It was no happy occation to have another mouth to feed, and yet the pair were too fearful of others to allow their child in any one elses hands. Unlike his parents the child was quite canny and in full possession of his visual and auditory senses. His screams went unheard as pests and vermin crawled over him inside the lightless box in which he existed. His first words were things said to beg of others. He would often to go the other parts of town to prostrate himself before others hoping to evoke enough sympathy to acquire from strangers what he could not from his parents. Earp had been what his parents called him. It wasn't even so much a name as it was a sound that was easy for them to make. He was a cute baby that despite being underfed grew into a beautiful boy a pediastric relationship with a rich gentleman became his salvation. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; In his patrons household he became a sponge for knowledge. He was given an education, find clothes, and enough food to never be hungry. Using his body his mentor seemed odd at times but the human connection at least filled the cold he felt within. Earp even became friends with his masters children and was often paraded at gatherings for his unconventional wit and exotic beauty. Years of contentment passed until foreign troubles called his patron away. The mistress of the house would not let him stay anywhere on the property and so Earp went back to the streets and stayed once more in the light less squalor his parents did. In his extreme depression he didn't even see the diseased condition his parents flesh was in. He contracted their leprosy and his beautiful body and face putrefied. In time he was forced to a leper colony. His face and genitals withered and ruptured first. His bitterness and loss made him welcome death. He exhaled his last labored breath alone and unwanted. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ironically in death he was desired not by one deathlord but by two. The dark voices that spoke to him made him want to tear himself apart. Each presence spoke honeyed words that offered him carnal pleasures and luxury beyond mortal comprehension. They offered him truth, power, and best of all a purpose. A shame he could only ally with one of them. In the end Earp became The Widow of Tomorrow Long Forgotten. Servant of the deathlord known as The Lover clad in raiment of tears. It was the Bodhisattva anointed by dark waters that had been rejected at least for the moment. <br><br><br>Extra: The Widow is in possession of a powerful necromantic artifact called the Unmelting Heart of Tellerauthelot it was given to him by the Silver Prince during one of the Widow's visits to Skullstone. The lover has loaned him his transformative armor and his hearthstone amulet. His followers are much stronger then usual but he has substantially less of them. (Warghosts and nemissaries)&nbsp; <br><br>Anima Banner: <br>(http://www.citizenarcane.com/files/2005_Feb_02/ex_nihilo_right_closeup.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Call of the Witch Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xaoc</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 05:45:47</strong>
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				9First Draft... should be close to this)<br><br>Name :: Jaeger of the Black winds<br>Concept :: The greatest Hunter<br>Motivation :: To hunt and kill the greatest beings of Creation<br>Caste :: Dawn<br><br>ATTRIBUTES:<br><br>Physical:<br>Strength :: 3<br>Dexterity :: 5<br>Stamina :: 3<br><br>Social:<br>Charisma :: 2<br>Manipulation :: 2<br>Appearance :: 3<br><br>Mental:<br>Perception :: 3<br>Intelligence :: 2<br>Wits :: 4<br><br>ABILITIES<br><br>Dusk:<br>Archery :: 4 <br>Martial Arts ::<br>Melee :: 5 (Swords +3)<br>Throw ::2<br>War ::<br><br>Midnight:<br>x Integrity :: 3<br>Performance ::<br>Presence ::<br>Resistance :: 4<br>x Survival :: 2 (Hunting +3)<br><br>Daybreak:<br>Crafts :: 2 (wood)<br>Investigation ::<br>Lore ::<br>Medicine :: 1<br>Occult ::<br><br>Day:<br>Athletics :: 3<br>x Awareness :: 3 <br>x Dodge :: 4<br>Larceny ::<br>Stealth :: 3<br><br>Eclipse:<br>Bureaucracy ::<br>Linguistics :: 2 Native: River, Old realm, Forest. <br>Ride ::<br>Sail ::<br>Socialize ::<br><br>ADVANTAGES:<br><br>Backgrounds:<br>Artifact : 000 Elemental Lens<br>Artifact : 000 Hand Of Perfection (All items used by the owner, gain the 'Perfect Item' bonus.)<br>Manse : 0000 TWICE-STRIKING LIGHTNING PRISM<br>Resources : 0000 (Hunting trophies.)<br><br><br>Virtues:<br>Compassion :: 1<br>Temperance :: 2<br>Conviction :: 3<br>Valor :: 4<br><br>Misc:<br>Willpower :: 7<br>Essence :: 3<br>Peripheral Motes ::<br>Personal Motes ::<br>Unattuned ::<br><br>Health Levels ::<br>-0 :: []<br>-1 :: [][]<br>-2 :: [][]<br>-4 :: []<br><br>Soak ::<br>B/L/A ::0/0/0<br>Hardness::<br>B/L/A ::0/0/0<br><br>Flaws:<br>Barbarian - 3<br>CODE OF HONOR - 6 pts (Level 5 +2 Conviction dice)<br>Greater Curse - 1 <br><br><br>Charms ::<br>Essence Arrow Attack - Essence Flare +2L<br>Phantom Arrow Technique - Creates Ammo<br>Immaculate Golden Bow - Acc Essence, Damage Essence, Rate Essence, Range 300 Yards<br>Call the Blade - Summons Weapon<br>Glorious Solar Saber - <br>1st Melee<br>1st Integrity<br>Phoenix Renewal<br>Whirlwind Armor Donning.<br>Halberd lightening gesture.<br>Glorious Solar Plate<br>Shadow over Water<br>Seven Shadow Evasion<br><br><br>Average Attacks ::<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Call of the Witch Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 07:03:39</strong>
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				Name ::&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Kaydan&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>Concept ::&nbsp; &nbsp; Hearts blood collector <br>Motivation :: To depose the incarna, and steal their shapes... attaining the perfection luna should have.<br>Caste ::&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Changing Moon<br>Spirit:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Giant Spider<br><br>ATTRIBUTES:<br><br>Physical:<br>Strength ::&nbsp; 2/3<br>Dexterity :: 5/6<br>*Stamina ::&nbsp; &nbsp;3/4<br><br>Social:<br>*Charisma ::&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;4<br>*Manipulation :: 3<br>*Appearance ::&nbsp; &nbsp;5<br><br>Mental:<br>Perception ::&nbsp; &nbsp; 2<br>Intelligence ::&nbsp; 3<br>Wits ::&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 2<br><br>ABILITIES<br><br>Dusk:<br>Archery ::&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>*Martial Arts ::&nbsp; 4 (Tooth and Claw)<br>Melee :: <br>Throw ::<br>War :<br><br>Midnight:<br>Integrity ::&nbsp; &nbsp; 2<br>Performance ::&nbsp; 3<br>Presence ::&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;3<br>Resistance :: <br>*Survival ::&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;2<br><br>Daybreak:<br>Crafts :: <br>Investigation ::<br>Lore ::<br>Medicine :: <br>Occult ::&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Day:<br>Athletics :: <br>Awareness ::&nbsp; &nbsp;2<br>Dodge ::&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;3<br>Larceny ::&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Stealth ::&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;2<br><br>Eclipse:<br>Bureaucracy ::<br>Linguistics :: 3<br>Ride ::<br>Sail ::<br>Socialize ::&nbsp; &nbsp;2<br><br>ADVANTAGES:<br><br>Backgrounds:<br>Hearts blood 3<br>tattooed Moon silver hearthstone bracer 3<br>Manse 3 (Gem of desire)<br><br>Virtues:<br>Compassion :: 1<br>Temperance :: 3<br>Conviction :: 3<br>Valor ::&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 2<br>Limit flaw:&nbsp; &nbsp;The curse of the drunken monkey<br><br>Misc:<br>Willpower :: 6<br>Essence :: 2<br>Peripheral Motes ::<br>Personal Motes ::<br>Unattuned ::<br><br>Health Levels ::<br>-0 :: []<br>-1 :: [][]<br>-2 :: [][]<br>-4 :: []<br><br>Soak ::<br>B/L/A ::0/0/0<br>Hardness::<br>B/L/A ::0/0/0<br><br>Flaws:<br>Split personality-3&nbsp; (Selena,&nbsp; linked to temperence.&nbsp; Motivation:&nbsp; Be creations best lover)<br>Vice (Sex) -3<br>Amnesia -3 <br>Greater curse -1<br><br>Knacks<br>Twin faced hero style<br>Prey's skin disquise<br>Deadly beastman transformation<br><br><br><br>Charms ::<br><br>Str<br>Moon silver claws<br><br>Dexterity<br>First Dex excellency<br>Golden tiger&nbsp; stance<br>wary swallow method<br>wind dancing method<br>Flowing body evasion<br><br>Appearance<br>First appearance excellency<br>Irresistible Silver Spirit<br>New friend aroma<br><br>Average Attacks ::<br><br>Bonus points<br>9 increased essence to 3<br>1 manse to 3<br>1 to hearthstone bracers tatoooed<br>5 for new friendaroma<br>5 first appearance excellency<br>5 for irriestible solar spirit<br>1 Martial arts +1&nbsp; <br>1 Spec Martial arts X2<br>7 Moonsilver claws<br>4 Enchanting Appearance <br>1 Past life<br><br>Warform mutation<br>Fangs<br>Toxin<br>Multiple limbs<br><br>Known forms<br>Raven<br>Northerner<br>Claw Strider<br>Dolphin<br>Mortal hero&nbsp; (Montak, warrior of the north)<br>Horse<br>Dog<br>Snake<br>northern wolf<br>Sand swimmer<br>Strangler serpent<br>Brothel owner (Eviana,&nbsp; northerner)<br>Westerner<br>Realmsman<br>Large eel<br>(Will keep a few places as wild card slots if you don't mind, to be added on the fly.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Call of the Witch Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xaoc</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 05:55:15</strong>
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				<br>At the dawn of the First Age, the gods gave power to men that they might slay the gods' Primordial enemies. Anointed by the gods, these beings were thereafter known as the Exalted. <br><br>The greatest of the Exalted were the Solars, the Chosen of the Unconquered Sun, the mightiest of the gods. So great was their power that, when a Solar died, his power was quickly made manifest in a new individual - a reincarnation of sorts, but into a mature adult rather than a newborn. <br><br>The Exalted triumphed over the enemies of the gods, and in reward, the gods gave the Exalted dominion over the Earth. For a timeless age, the Exalted ruled justly over Creation, and their kingdom was invincible. <br><br>But the enemies of the gods had pronounced a terrible curse against the Exalted. This dark magic ate away at the hearts of the Chosen. The benevolence of the Solars turned to tyranny, and peace turned to civil war. It was prophesied that the madness of the Solars would bring about the destruction of the world. Seeing no other alternative, the lowliest of Exalted, the Dragon-Blooded, murdered the decadent Solar Exalted and locked their souls away. <br><br>And so, a Second Age descended upon Creation. <br><br>The greatest of the gods' servants no longer walked the earth, and the Realm of the Dragon-Blooded was but a shadow of the lost old Realm. Solar Exalted whose power escaped to be reborn were slain by Dragon-Blooded inquisitors known as the Wyld Hunt, and the Realm claimed dominion over Creation. For more than a thousand years the Solar Exalted remained imprisoned and defeated - until now. <br><br>The Scarlet Empress, the Dragon-Blooded ruler of the Realm and controller of the Wyld Hunt, vanished five years ago. Without her might to enforce order in the Realm, the Great Houses of her Scarlet Dynasty have fallen to squabbling over the reins of power. And in this time of crisis, the Solar Exalted have returned. It is as if a gate was opened and the heroes of old rushed through it and returned to the world. <br><br>The city of Spear Tip. A large city by second age standards rested at the top of a large northern mountain range. The city suffered intense blizzards and freezing colds and yet survived and prospered. This was from a great artifact old old, one that warmed the city and kept it functioning despite the extrema weather that fell around it. The other attraction of the city was the caverns below. A recent scavenger lord came out of there with a dragons horde of treasure, enough to retire many times over. He said that 10 times that amount remained below,but he was ill prepared to carry that much to the surface. He spoke of other riches that he passed up, Fist size jewels, pure jade talents, and artifacts of unknown value. This man and his few surviving crew members spread the word, and the city boomed. <br><br>Other already knew of the riches, and the trap that was laid. Some first age beings remembered a primordial race that was sealed in the mountains there. A Race that was cold and elegant. The race was hunted for some time, before the Solars grew bored and simply sealed the entire place up, the creatures much like the lithian pirates weren't worth the effort to destroy. Unlike the pirates, there was a simple answer. To seal away the Mountain forever. <br><br>The Solars made maintenance simple, but after all this time, in the second age, the Seal is finally gone. The Lover, she knew the race well, and sent one of her death knights to go down below. "Beware the trap my darling."<br><br>Others simply hoped for the riches, or were guided by lost memories. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Call of the Witch Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 05:11:18</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I hope this is going to be adequate Dread Master. By all accounts it's the best inn in the City.” The ghost steward known as Gauth asked of the deathknight he served. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“It will be fine, we are only here for a few days. Just long enough unwind a little and discover a bit more about our destination.” The Widow of Tomorrow Long Forgotten was leading 4 of his retinue deep under the frozen tundra and mountainous caverns to follow the rumors of burred riches and items of power. It was an idea that played on the hopes of many who dreamed of fame and fortune through adventure. The Widow was not so optimistic. His master, The Lover, had mentioned a trap. That wasn't really surprising. What the Widow wondered was who the trap was set for and who was it set by? What was the reason for it and how did it play out? <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Jerion. I require a divination.” The Widow said as he removed the ermine trimmed cloak he wore that provided fashionable cover from the elements and a cover for the four long tendrils that grew at the base of his spine. He sometimes hid them beneath trains of fabric them he wanted to show off his body.&nbsp; Never outdoors in the daylight hours though, the sun burned his skin so easily. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I'm too horny to concentrate on that right now. Why don't you fuck me first?” The elfish looking man said to his Master. Jerion had already stripped naked and. He sat on the floor and raised an angular eyebrow at The Widow while he spread his legs invitingly. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Widow grinned in amusement but shook his head from side to side. “You're always horny. Just take some Dinar and buy what you need before the sun sets and the markets close. Marishka go with him”. It amused The Widow to keep Jerion on edge and the other man knew it and even enjoyed the sexual frustration. Sometimes Jerion would abandon his concept of social normalcy, tear his clothes off and run around like a mad bacchante . The widow usually found such occasions amusing, but the inevitable clean up that followed was never pleasing. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jerion reluctantly got dressed. “Allright”, he said. Before leaving with the disembodied Marishka he flashed his master a cheesy grin.“One of these days though it's going to go off on it's own and shoot your eye out.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gauth dismissed himself as well going into a smaller room The Widow had rented for his servants, mostly the two ghosts. Gauth filled the role of a diligent manservant perfectly. He had originally looked much like he did before he died, an old man that had worked hard his whole life becoming withered and rugged. The Widow had the old ghost altered to appear as a demure and bookish young man with long dark hair. His voice however remained aged and raspy. The Widow wondered if anyone would question why he rented an extra room if his servants didn't stay in it. Most of the time Gauth and Marishka were invisible to mortals. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You belong to me now and I don't let others just take my things”, The Widow said to the massively built human concubine of his. The words were oddly comforting to Kheldarnis who had been a slave to the dark elf matriarchs and feared seeing them again. He has only escaped due to some random luck at the breaking of the seals. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Widow disliked being away from his Manse and his laboratory. The open road was a new form of challenge to him. Most of his life was spent among small cramped shelters or the most urban alleys. At least underground there would be no sun to impede his daylight travel.&nbsp; “I'm going to carouse&nbsp; a bit, maybe stop by the gambling parlor”, The Widow spoke as he looked in the mirror and changed the appearance of his clothing to something more appropriate for spending a night on the town, thigh-high boots over skin tight forest green suede and an a decorative open overcoat that showed his smooth defined chest.. He wasn't a tailor but his shaping of the magical cloth turned out exactly how he wanted it. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Be sure that any mess Jerion makes with his divination is cleaned up and disposed of properly, and make doubly sure that he doesn't sacrifice a person this time. I don't trust his ability to avoid being caught.” The Widow dabbed on a light perfume and left the place he was staying to enter the chilly city under the twilight sky. Gauth was good with logistics but The Widow still preferred to do his own research. For him that simply meant finding another person with an alternate source of knowledge. The gambling parlor should attract successful merchant caravan leaders, if nothing else. There was also the joys of being wealthy enough to just toss money away for personal amusement. In his life he had been constantly starving. Death did nothing to quench his appetite, only now he didn't fill his stomach with food, instead he filled his soul with decadence and depravity.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>Statistics:</strong><br>The widow is -5 essence every day for shielding himself from the negative effects creation imposes on his rolls.<br>-1m this scene to shape his outfit. <br><br>Widow's roll shape outfit: 2 vs diff 1<br>Jerion's roll to perform 'Divination': 5 vs diff 4<br>Jerion's roll to perform 'Reactive Planning': 7 vs diff 5<br><br>Jerion's 'Divination' is predicting the next 3 months for The Widow in regards to his underground expedition. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Call of the Witch Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 03:36:34</strong>
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				Kaydan did not enjoy cold climates,&nbsp; the ice, snow and bone chilling wind were annoying to say the least.&nbsp; He missed the warmth of the south,&nbsp; the humid air that always smelled vaguely&nbsp; of plant life,&nbsp; animals, and sweat.&nbsp; All the air offered here was that lingering scent of frost, that could burn the nose if one wasn’t adapted to handle the temperatures,&nbsp; which wasn’t hard for the lunar,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; even if one could adapt to the environment it did not mean that one would enjoy such a climate.&nbsp; <br><br>The lunar changed personas like most people changed clothes,&nbsp; just yesterday he was living a simple life of a large wolf that roamed the frozen wastelands.&nbsp; He had lived as the great beast for quite some time even taking a mate.&nbsp; Most would sneer at just such a concept,&nbsp; and many people would be unable conceive why he would do such a thing.&nbsp; The truth was,&nbsp; &nbsp;the Lunar loved his mutability and the ability to be whatever and whomever he pleased.&nbsp; He would completely immerse himself in his new identities,&nbsp; leaving behind everything that he had for his new life…&nbsp; for a time,&nbsp; before emerging from it yet again a changed man.&nbsp; He learned more about himself, when he was another… perhaps it was because he learned by the absence of is very nature.<br><br>Today though, was different…&nbsp; he was not a wolf,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; he was still a predator.&nbsp; A monster that was barely contained in his human flesh.&nbsp; He was on the prowl,&nbsp; looking for either pleasant company or another creature to devour and become.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was walking alone through the chilled air of the city, wearing his own body.&nbsp; He wore leathers,&nbsp; they were not particularly elegant but it protected him from the enviroment.<br><br>Kaydan was an attractive human,&nbsp; that much was obvious to the casual observer.&nbsp; He wasn’t particularly tall, standing a mere 5’8.&nbsp; Yet,&nbsp; there was something still imposing about him…&nbsp; perhaps it was the eyes.&nbsp; The large brown eyes that seemed to look at everyone and everything as another potential meal or bedfellow.&nbsp; The young man had obvious musculature,&nbsp; though it wasn’t bulky it was chorded like a beast.&nbsp; He had long blond hair,&nbsp; that was pulled into tight braids, and laced through ivory beads.&nbsp; &nbsp;Too the not so causal the moon silver tattoos the danced along his body were quite obvious,&nbsp; and that strange almost spider like markings that adorned his back<br><br>&nbsp;His&nbsp; large brown eyes scanned the area,&nbsp; drinking in the sights while his nostrils flared taking in the scent of the street.&nbsp; <br><br>Though, where to go?&nbsp; That was the question that was currently rolling through the predatory beast’s mind.&nbsp; He could spend a while in the guise of that harlot,&nbsp; she usually had very interesting customers…&nbsp; and perhaps,&nbsp; one of them would be good enough to eat.&nbsp; Yet,&nbsp; that seemed like such an easy route and while a part of him was a spider,&nbsp; sitting in a web waiting for something to come to him wasn’t exciting.&nbsp; There was no thrill to that hunt,&nbsp; just a few moans and groans…&nbsp; and then the taste of warm red blood on his tongue.<br><br>He would instead think of another option,&nbsp; something that would be more stimulating to all his desires.&nbsp; Gambling perhaps? He could make a profit, have a conversation or two and perhaps take someone to his bed.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a lovely idea,&nbsp; or so he told himself.&nbsp; So,&nbsp; he decided to take that particular course of action,&nbsp; allowing his footfalls to lead him towards that lovely den of sin.&nbsp; He could smell it from a distance,&nbsp; the smoke,&nbsp; and adrenline in the air called to him.&nbsp; <br><br>He needed to be there,&nbsp; or so he told himself as he slipped into the parlour.&nbsp; He pushed his way through the mass of people,&nbsp; his eyes wandering even as he did so.&nbsp; Yet,&nbsp; for now…&nbsp; no one seemed to spark his interest.&nbsp; So,&nbsp; he did what most any other bored young man would do,&nbsp; he headed to the bar of the establishment and got himself the strongest drink that the tender had to offer.&nbsp; He smiled sweetly, as he handed her the cash, and then took a sip from his glass… before swiveling his chair so his eyes were resting upon the door.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Call of the Witch Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 02:32:25</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Most people always so busy during the day, working their hands full of callouses. They had to of course, or else they wouldn't be able to feed themselves the next day. At night though, that was when the big boys came out to play. It was always such a relief to see the sun fade too. Once it was gone The Widow could roam freely. Quite a few tricks of his required him to be seen in order to be effective. He adjusted the chain of the brilliant sparkling gem that dangled from his neck. The pure translucent gleam of the clear diamond was highlighted by the black metal facet it had been set in. The whole necklace dangled invitingly down the center of his bare chest. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Dragonchess Parlor was a fanciful name for a gambling house. Chess, after all, wasn't much of a game for a gambling man whether he might be a dragon or not. The air of the den smelled of a heady perfume that must have been quite a luxury but he would have preferred the scent of the fine leather upholstery and the individuals that patronized the area. No doubt it overpowered the crisp and bitter scent of the underworld herbs that made the cologne he wore. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A few silver bits in the doorman's hand got him inside easy enough. The Widow could have probably talked his way through easy enough but he was in a lazy mood and didn't want to waste his breath. His electric blue eyes darted about the room looking for action, a table of card players had a sufficiently high profile look to it. “I'll buy in if someone will be kind enough to teach me the rules.”&nbsp; The Widow reached into his coat and dropped three jade mina on the table one at a time; an act that not only showed wealth but also power. Men of common birth couldn't even carry jade.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In no time the chips were flowing in all directions. The Widow had garnered the attention of a grizzled looking woman that he initially mistook for a man. Despite how unattractive she was, or perhaps even because of it, she apparently had earned a name for being a canny business woman that had multiple caravans in her name. Getting attention was always so much easier for The Widow then directing people once he had then ensnared was. In the midst of the cajoling at the card table he inquired about the broken seal into the underdark and who has made the journey and returned. He had heard about the travelers who originally ventured down into the depths but had yet to hear any follow up. He often wondered what the man that originally discovered those undisturbed riches might have wished he had done differently in the beginning. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he exhausted the conversational topics that interested him, The Widow gazed around once again for&nbsp; a different type of amusement. There was the most radiant blonde man at the bar. Perhaps he had an interesting tale to tell? He seemed to have quite a fine physique even though he looked about half a foot shorter then The Widow was. How had he not seen him earlier?<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Widow excused himself from the table and went to the bar and ordered some spiced rum. Even the best things often had a pallid taste to them, but aromas were very flavorful unto themselves. He made no move toward the blond, and instead just left himself open for whatever opportunity arose.<br><br><strong>Statistics</strong><br>The widow made a basic socialize attempt to gather information and rumors about others who have traveled underground: 8 vs Diff ?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Call of the Witch Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xaoc</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 03:04:53</strong>
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				Jaeger of the Black Winds. A master of the hunt. Rumors spoke of riches and treasures buried below the earth. It drew people. But what made Jaeger the most intrested wasn't the tales of jade, jewels, and riches. It was the the fact that the survivoirs never spoke what killed of their other members. Peopel didn't like to talk about the dead, but often tales of riches also spoke of deadly traps or guardian monsters. If it was simple traps, Jaeger would see his time as wasted, but if it was monsters and horrors unknown, then Jaeger would be in for some fun. And oh how he did enjoy his fun.<br><br>Monsters of the wyld, creation born creatures, and everything else that might exist. They made Jaeger gleeful. A man who made several trips into the underworld just to fight the spectral beast. A man who hunted for a door to Malfaens for a chance to hunt demons in their native lands. Sadly he never could find a pathway there. Jaeger feared nothing, a trait that often got him into trouble. A trait that could get him killed some day, or a trait that will lead to him becoming the most power being in creation. Only time would tell.<br><br>He came to Spears Tip with a single goal, but the night was late and his supplies low. All that distance across the frozen northern lands wore him down, and now he wanted a good night of rest, or an active night if he could get one. <br><br>He asked around for a little bit, trying to find a place to have some fun. Gambling was a popular activity around here, and Jaeger found gambling to be another game, not as fun as the hunt, but enjoyable all the same. <br><br>Jaeger first needed some cash, and the fastest way to earn a little Jade or Sliver was to take it. He followed a fat wealthy man, stalking him as he left a gambling den and following him across the city. Jaeger simply waited for the man to be alone, and with a swift stab into the back of the neck, ended the man's life. The kill was clean and with very little blood. He pushed the fat corpse into an alley, and walked off a few sliver richer. This would be his funds for the night, and as luck would have it, a closer den of gambling was here. What a pleasant surprise. <br><br>Jaeger stepped in, his red hair flowing loosely behind him, his black leather outfit not entirely out of place. It was a bit more than he liked, thicker and heavier to deal with the cold, but he didn't worry much about it. It only bothered him that he couldn't expose much of his flesh, couldn't play around with his prey on even levels. In the hot southern deserts Jaeger could enjoy hunting naked. Up here, he could freeze to death from such stunts. <br><br><hr><hr><hr><br>No one here was ever actually underground. In fact, other than the first survivors no one knew anyone who directly went. It was all, friends of friends and the like. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Call of the Witch Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 09:04:38</strong>
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				Food?&nbsp; &nbsp;No… No? right?&nbsp; Not everything that sidled up to him would be good for eating.&nbsp; Otherwise he would have spent a good portion of his existence in the body of a bored but oddly content bovine.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was best to talk.&nbsp; To learn more about the creature who had moved close to him.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the mixed scent of flowers and embalming fluid that caught his attention.<br><br>Those large brown predatory eyes of his fell upon the Widow,&nbsp; his tongue moved outward brushing over his full pouting lips.&nbsp; He tasted a hint of yesterdays meal,&nbsp; and&nbsp; the taste of flesh only served to further accentuate his own growing lust.&nbsp; Yet, it wasn’t proper,&nbsp; it was a simple craving of the body.&nbsp; Sure, it was an instinct a beast could not truly fight against,&nbsp; but, as long as he was pretending to be human he forced that desire downward, deeper and deeper into his chest.&nbsp; Instead of launching himself upon his prey, he smiled…<br><br>Of course, anyone who had any understanding of human emotion could detect that his grin wasn’t something sincere.&nbsp; It looked more akin to a dog having a meal served to it,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; their was a happiness spread across his full red lips.. And a glimmer of glee in those lovely brown eyes of his.&nbsp; Of course,&nbsp; most would simply turn away from the creature,&nbsp; instead of engaging him in a friendly verbal exchange.<br><br>“Good evening…”&nbsp; He said,&nbsp; something about his voice sounded more like a low rumbling purr than a verbal exchange.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the beast within him, something that could barely understand human manners.&nbsp; He extended a hand,&nbsp; his long nailed digits boredly played over the widows back teasing his flesh with the hardness of his ‘claws.’&nbsp; <br><br>“What exactly are you here to bet on?” He trailed off,&nbsp; as once more those predatory eyes scanned the room for a meal, an interesting creature that didn’t seem quite as exquisite as the man at his side.<br><br>His eyes flicked towards the hunter,&nbsp; &nbsp;for some reason, the beast always disdained men who played the role of predator. They didn’t quite seem to understand the world they were throwing themselves into. It was usually a situation where one combatant ended up dead,&nbsp; but, even the winner gained nothing besides a slight increase of fame, and something to eat when the nights grew cold.&nbsp; No power was exchanged,&nbsp; it was sad really… how limited humanity was.<br><br>It was not the time to think of this though,&nbsp; not now…&nbsp; there was something pretty at his side.&nbsp; &nbsp;As such, the man deserved all of his attention.&nbsp; “Or did boredom bring you here, the same as it brought me?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Call of the Witch Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xaoc</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 05:10:52</strong>
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				What a strange group of people gathered her. Most of them were adventures, treasure hunters and scavengers. He hated them all. What useless people, to see and hunt for gold and value when in truth, the hunt was the exciting part and these people only wanted the riches. Sure, Jaeger was wealthy, and he didn't need to kill that man for any sliver truth be told. But it was the hunt he enjoyed, and the riches and food were simply after thoughts. What good did they really have? Jaeger would hunt naked across the world, and if given the chance, live like the animals he hunted. He knew of tales of shape shifting beast that could do this. Jaeger once would of wished to be one, now Jaeger understood, that an animal is only that. Even smart animals lacked the right to true power. Jaeger was given this power, the power to hunt greater creatures. The power to Hunt anything. <br><br>He sat down at a table. The game seemed to be going well, he wasn't sure about what to bet on. This was more of a way to learn what might be ahead, and experience who might be going underground as well. Better to know your prey in advance. Jaeger wasn't skillful at this social gathering stuff, and failed to gain anything useful about anyone who might be going down below. In the process he also lost all of his stolen sliver. Not that it mattered to him. <br><br><hr><hr><hr>Hmmm the future looked muddled and unclear. So far out, but... Darkness, death were both prominent. Change. The signs point to 2 more people with Widow than just the ones with him. But, one was hidden entirely, and the other was unclear. Both spoke of power.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Call of the Witch Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 20:55:47</strong>
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				<em>Who is this man that his wolfish eyes could so openly feast themselves on my form? </em>He couldn't fully tell if the look the blond man was giving him stemmed entirely from lust, or if there was something different involved. The Widow had just spent a lot of money, which he knew could draw the attention of a rake or cutthroat. None the less he had little to fear from either. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For a man with such an unremitting gaze the short blond had a pleasing voice and composure. His bearing was much greater than his size. The Widow sipped the rum he had ordered. Letting it sit on his tongue as he tasted the different things that went into it. Certainly the slaves on the sugar plantations could have cares less about the romantic ideals given to imported liquor. It was so beautiful&nbsp; that generations of sentient beings had lived and died for nothing more then providing a few moments of sweetness on the tongue. What was even more delightful is that the very mentality of suffering and subjugation could infuse a being enough that they could end up pressing the juices out of ectoplasmic sugar cane in the fields of the undeworld, forever. Why could the neverborn not appreciate such miracles? <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“It is a good evening isn't it?” The widow gave his companion a smile. He noted how expressionate the other man was, not like the dead who seemed to always have one very powerful feeling. The living could mix them so well. “I'm here to bet on horse races. You see it's good luck where I come from to keep betting on horses until you win. Once your horse wins you reward them with a virgin to deflower. Then they are both ritually slaughtered and their blood collected for the communal bath. This final act not only serves to bring the community closer together, but also helps guard against chapped skin during the wintertime.” The sarcasm in The Widow's statement was obvious, but his expression remained completely deadpan during the absurd recitation. The black exaltation had given the illustrious death knight a highly inappropriate sense of humor. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The initially meaningless friendly grin the Widow has displayed curled on his face into an expression of sly insinuation. “I need all the holy blessings I can get you know. I plan on seeing the truth behind these rumors of wealth and power stored in the cavernous underdark.&nbsp; Relics that are apparently well guarded but not used.” He paused to take another sip of his rum. The widow had to make an active effort to keep his tentacles from jumping out of his coat as he spoke. When he was at ease they always moved about punctuating what he said in tune with his feelings.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Widows eyes were drawn to an imposing looking man who had entered. He was tall like the widow himself but significantly more sturdy. The man looked so out of place. Even the outfit he wore looked like it existed for utilitarian purposes. The Widow stayed facing the large man, but he spoke to the one at his side. “Whatever the case may be, there is <em>something</em> down there. The possibility of&nbsp; a civilization more then merits a venture.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Bending his shoulders behind him, The Widow reclined on the edge of the bar. “I may get apathetic at times but I am never bored. Do you live locally? My retinue and I are mired up in one of the local hotels. I wont be here much longer though, there is little reason to dally.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Call of the Witch Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xaoc</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 05:29:56</strong>
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				Jaeger&nbsp; was now without his sliver, nor his information. A useless place this was. The information people where willing to talk about was the information that he already knew. He would need to plan for everything and be prepared for anything that might happen to him. Maybe he could bring along a few bits of bait, some people to set of the traps and people to use for fodder. At best, a lure for lurking monsters, at worse he could kill them all and hunt at his leisure. Extra people also meant they could carry anything he needed them for. His best bet was to tag along with someone wealthy, someone who could fund him or hire him. There was a rather attractive man at the bar, throwing around money, and a fat slug of a man that reeked of expensive smells and bad oder. Better to try the bar first. <br><br>He sat down at the bar, giving a nod to the tender. "A glass of Rum." &nbsp;His voice was strong,&nbsp; his tongue was river, what he hoped the bartender could understand. Perhaps a reason for Jaeger's failure at gaining information was the lack of a native tongue to this area. But all the same, most of the treasure hunters here came from the Confederation of Rivers, so many people here could understand him at the very least. 
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