Jace Prix
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: A young mage in his late teen years.
Appearance: He is a limber man with hair touched by snow. His amethyst eyes explore the world with curiosity yet he hides behind darkened robes.
Equipment: Under his dark robes with purple accents, he wears a sleek black pair of pants and a high collared shirt.
Skills and Abilities: He has driven himself into the teachings of magic especially those involved with the occult.
Biography: As a young boy, he was cast out of his family for his abnormal looks. The color of his pale skin, the shade of his hair, even his eyes an unnatural color caused the townspeople to take up arms. They thought him to be cursed and a bad omen. When he is near something terrible would happen.
Registered: Jan 12, 2022 1:34:25 GMT -5
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Post by Jace Prix on Sept 14, 2023 19:31:30 GMT -5
Bitch, such unsavory language from this individual. He must know this Maribel figure personally. Something about hearing this woman and her thralls excites him. The power this individual must hold. Maybe deep down Jace wishes for his one bunch of slaves, to make them feel as powerless as he once did. Seeing Kua's kind and welcoming face instantly erases that thought from his head. What would she think of him, it would disappoint her greatly. We are all friends and as friends, we are all equals.
This stranger is like Aleena, the same but also it seems different. Jace hears Travels Far's complaints but still keeps his eyes fixed on Laszlo. "What is your fight with this Maribel, how has she caused so much hatred from you? You who haven't given us any name." When the man bears his teeth, they are more akin to beast than to the bloodsuckers he has come to know. Hearing his anger made Jace's lips crack into the slightest smile. How funny that everyone has their own definition of evil. Everyone in his feeble village thought Jace was evil.
Jace continues to watch Laszlo, ready to protect his friends if need be, but also with a fascination. A fascination that resembles the fascination a mortician has for the dead. Sure this guy isn't quite dead but watching a tendril sprout from his missing digit makes Jace feel absolutely gleeful. "You wish for us to share the same hatred for this Maribel woman. Is this why you're willing to refrain from any violent acts and instead focus on making chitchat?" He truly could've hunted them one by one if he had the patience. Jace wonders if they'll eventually become food, if Kua wants to welcome him then so be it.
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Kua Redford
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104 
Age: 90 (appears early 20s)
Appearance: A thin half-elf, whose olive skin has a greenish tint. Slightly pointed ears. Noticeably wide grin. Dark brown eyes and straight black hair.
Her knuckles are calloused with little scars.
Equipment: A pitch black long coat-style gambeson and a kettle helmet. A longsword inscribed with runes. A pouch of medicinal herbs. A buckler with a long chain attached to it.
A clay flute. A pair of fuzzy pink earmuffs.
A thick black book filled with strange notes...
Skills and Abilities: Kua possesses remarkable gymnastic and martial arts abilities. Her kinesthetic intelligence is very high. She is also a skilled sword fighter and unconventional buckler wielder. Kua also possesses the potential for fire and holy magic. The mists keep it at bay, but the force of her emotions can occasionally overcome it.
She is quite skilled with a flute.
She struggles with complex abstract concepts and mathematics, and demonstrates no social fear. She has a heart condition that requires periodic herbal treatment.
Biography: Kua Redford was born with a disability similar to William's Syndrome. Her parents were overprotective and fearful Kua would never be able to live a normal life. However, Kua also possessed a fierce, independent drive. What started as basic self-defense lessons became an obsession with becoming a warrior so that she could survive on her own.
Kua was enabled by the King of her city-state of Whitehall, a man who saw great potential in her. He had her further trained so she could fulfill her wish of becoming a great paladin someday. Although there were many doubters and Kua's progress was slow, the king went to his deathbed still believing in her dream.
(It didn't hurt that the king was secretly her grandfather. But that is a very long story.)
Because Kua is a half-elf, she ages slowly. Bigots from her world believe her "condition" to be a result of her being a half-breed.
Registered: Jul 8, 2021 17:06:47 GMT -5
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Post by Kua Redford on Sept 15, 2023 17:56:04 GMT -5
Kyradamnit.
Aleena had more or less foiled Kua's attempt at de-escalation, although she didn't blame her or Jace for wanting to be brave. Kua did wonder briefly what the intruder was capable of, or if they could disarm him without killing him if the need arose. After all, despite his unfounded grudge, had he not done them a service by warning them? Hell, she had already thanked him for it.
No, I have to try again. Sorry Jace.
Kua rarely got a chance to show off her true speed and dexterity, so imagine Jace's surprise as she, somewhat comically, swung her foot back and flicked her own sword out his sheath with her toes, kicked it up into the air, and then grabbed it with her hand with a lunge as quick as any jab. She then angled the sword in between Aleena and Lazslo, making it clear she intended to stop them both from fighting each other.
However, her expression still lacked malice. Instead she came off as more of a disappointed nanny. She turned back to Laszlo.
"We've been called those things."
Kua (gently) pointed the tip of her blade at Aleena. "Monster."
Then she pointed it behind her back at Jace. "Fiend."
Then she pointed the tip to her own throat. "Deviant."
She then stepped towards Travels Far and gently placed her hand on its shoulder.
"Maybe all of those things."
The least she could do was establish that Lazslo didn't have to hide who he was from them.
"But this is my friend, Travels Far. It belongs to a race of people who were turned into monsters and used as weapons... I... think just like you were. When I arrived here, they took me in and helped me survive. And since then I swore to protect them as well, from people, Trueborn as they call them, who would not understand."
She gestured towards the already bizarre being's bloody sack and unnatural appendage.
"It is sacrificing a portion of its strength to provide blood for Aleena, so that Aleena doesn't have to kill innocent people to survive. Aleena agreed to this. She didn't have to. But I believe she has nowhere else to go. Again... I think kind of like you."
She turned to Travels Far. "We think this man is a Reborn who has escaped his sire. He warns us there are many Reborn close by, and that their leader is very evil. The Faceless must be prepared to defend themselves. He has suffered greatly and has hatred in his heart as a result. But there is good inside him too."
She turned to Jace and Aleena. "Kind of like us."
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Laszlo
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: Though in truth decades old, his appearance would hint at him being past 20 yet younger than 30.
Appearance: An inhumanly large man at well above two meters in height, he is pale as typical for most vampires. His visage and body is well chiselled, a powerful form given some effeminate polish (this comes in a few forms: clear use of makeup, painted nails, and floral perfumes). It would easily be considered handsome if it had not the appearance of being shattered like porcelain with black cracks all along his skin sometimes but not necessarily coinciding with veins. His hair is long and black, whilst his once blue eyes are now wholly white, absent of any colour on the bulbs; paradoxically, they turn black when illuminated by direct light as if casting shadows within themselves, softening again to a necrotic yellow if that light is of the sun. In between every rib is a slit in his flesh wherein he created improvised gills of his own body along with a great deal of other modifications he subsumes into his own meat. However few will see this of him, most instead seeing the ornate armour or robes he wears with a combination of nautical and vampiric themes. Hammered directly into his breast is a strange contraption of metal, oft leaking black ooze.
Equipment: Quite variant, a fact exacerbated by him hiding much under his flesh.
Skills and Abilities: He has the powers typical of the Correa vampiric bloodline, but extremely heavily watered down both by virtue of his severance from connection with the Matriarch Maribel, and further by the fact he starves himself of blood for ever longer periods of time. At the same time he seems supernaturally resilient and regenerative of any trauma done on his flesh even for a vampire.
To gain sufficient power to defeat Maribel, he has began experimenting upon his own body. For now these changes have mostly been the addition of the abilities of nautical creatures but he seeks to expand the arsenal of bestial abilities assimilated.
Reading a great many grimoires and tomes he has quite the magical repertoire.
All his flesh-craft has given him a non-negligible ability to shapeshift, though this is a quite slow process involving a violent breaking of bones and torn meats.
Biography: Not much is known. The best person to ask would be that bitch he keeps muttering about.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:11:49 GMT -5
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Post by Laszlo on Sept 19, 2023 15:32:03 GMT -5
Laszlo's eyes drifted to the boy that spoke up, eyebrows rising at his words. "Chit-chat?" he echoed quietly, turning slightly to face him more. His brow furrowed in confusion. Was he being dismissive out of spite? Or was it ignorance, be it of the soft-minded kind or of the I didn't hear what you said kind? Some people of course, simply spoke like that not understanding or perhaps caring about how others might interpret such speech, and indeed didn't intend to be dismissive. Still, any of these explanations would incredibly annoy the man, and thinking about each of them made him angrier for such was his nature in the moment that - perhaps ironically given his line of thought - he assumed and interpreted the worst of anything he heard. Though it was only two syllables, it had given Laszlo enough offence that the rest of Jace's words had passed through his ears unheard.
Still, while he twitched slightly at the phrase, Laszlo was lucid enough to tell it didn't merit violence.
Again Kua spoke, this time trying to appeal to shared experience. He blinked heavily as she did so, one of his blue lenses falling out of an eye socket to reveal to filmy white orb beneath. Deep within, Laszlo felt great disdain at the half elf's words. In his view, if somebody called you nasty things, you had probably given them good enough reason to do so. Thinking of the oft erudite insults hurled his way, he seemed to have found confirmation of this belief.
But, the more surface level of the vampire that valued the pragmatic could at the very least appreciate that the woman was very clearly trying to avoid violence from happening in the moment. There was still enough person, enough humility, naivete, whatever name one had for it to not wish to hurt a person that was pleading for peace.
Weakling, coward, imbecile traitor! Will you give the matriarch mercy too?
The voice was very loud and strong, but accusatory enough to be sufficiently annoying in its own right that the man could ignore its reverb in his head. He close his eyes, breathing deeply to drown out the fragment of his mind still calling for the destruction of the cursed beast before him.
If Kua said was true, then perhaps indeed they had tamed their little pet vampire (or perhaps sufficiently neutered it) that maybe it could be left around. For now, anyway.
Then he thought back to what Kua had said earlier, that these strange creatures needed warning of the danger in their midst. "Very well, I shall give word to the...." he did not quite know what to call the Faceless, and gave them enough benefit of the doubt to not refer to them as things to avoid offence. Again an eye twitched as he looked almost pleadingly to Kua to finish his sentence for him.
"But, a moment. I cannot leave them here." Those sensitive to magic in the company would instantly feel it as a small, etherally blue chain briefly materialized in Laszlo's hand, which he promptly pulled upon with a grunt of effort, muscles working overtime under his clothes.
From the water then emerged dozens, totalling soon to nearly a hundred figures bound one to the other with more physical chains. From the way their skin sizzled and charred in the sun, their nature as yet more vampires was soon very apparent. But they did not speak, nor protest their treatment. They did not even articulate any pain at their treatment. Their expressions were glazed over, emotionless whilst their eyes glowed a faint pale green. They were slow, almost zombified with at least one apparent cause for this visible: a silver collar bound so tightly on their necks it left red, still raw scars in unhealing rings.
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travelsfar
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 29 (approx)
Appearance: Bipedal faceless construct with legs that move in a jerky fashion, body slightly shimmers with colour in an almost imperceptible fashion.
Skills and Abilities: Standard faceless abilites (see character entry for that)
as standard they have chameleonic pigments across it's body and retractable needle claws coated with a paralytic neurotoxin.
Biography: Used by the Empyreans as a infiltrations, reconnaissance and terror unit, however was to be sent off for recycling after developing signs of potential independence. The transport ship was lost in the mist and formed the Faceless colony.
Allegiances: The Faceless Homunculi
Place of Residence: Faceless colony
Registered: Aug 19, 2021 2:35:38 GMT -5
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Post by travelsfar on Sept 29, 2023 11:58:46 GMT -5
Travels Far looked at the necromancer, wrangling it's posse of Reborn, chains. Had it any expressions it would be the picture of disdain.
"You, reborn newcomer. You will be welcome, but with conditions, we Faceless know of masters and chains, too well. You will be welcome when your chains are gone. Slavers are not to be welcome here. That is our way."
The homunculus had a firm tone, transient vocal chords creating a voice as firm and unyielding as a glacier.
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Laszlo
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: Though in truth decades old, his appearance would hint at him being past 20 yet younger than 30.
Appearance: An inhumanly large man at well above two meters in height, he is pale as typical for most vampires. His visage and body is well chiselled, a powerful form given some effeminate polish (this comes in a few forms: clear use of makeup, painted nails, and floral perfumes). It would easily be considered handsome if it had not the appearance of being shattered like porcelain with black cracks all along his skin sometimes but not necessarily coinciding with veins. His hair is long and black, whilst his once blue eyes are now wholly white, absent of any colour on the bulbs; paradoxically, they turn black when illuminated by direct light as if casting shadows within themselves, softening again to a necrotic yellow if that light is of the sun. In between every rib is a slit in his flesh wherein he created improvised gills of his own body along with a great deal of other modifications he subsumes into his own meat. However few will see this of him, most instead seeing the ornate armour or robes he wears with a combination of nautical and vampiric themes. Hammered directly into his breast is a strange contraption of metal, oft leaking black ooze.
Equipment: Quite variant, a fact exacerbated by him hiding much under his flesh.
Skills and Abilities: He has the powers typical of the Correa vampiric bloodline, but extremely heavily watered down both by virtue of his severance from connection with the Matriarch Maribel, and further by the fact he starves himself of blood for ever longer periods of time. At the same time he seems supernaturally resilient and regenerative of any trauma done on his flesh even for a vampire.
To gain sufficient power to defeat Maribel, he has began experimenting upon his own body. For now these changes have mostly been the addition of the abilities of nautical creatures but he seeks to expand the arsenal of bestial abilities assimilated.
Reading a great many grimoires and tomes he has quite the magical repertoire.
All his flesh-craft has given him a non-negligible ability to shapeshift, though this is a quite slow process involving a violent breaking of bones and torn meats.
Biography: Not much is known. The best person to ask would be that bitch he keeps muttering about.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:11:49 GMT -5
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Post by Laszlo on Oct 2, 2023 18:05:32 GMT -5
Laszlo shook his head at the faceless. "Not slaves, no. I would never. I was a slave myself, none will I let have their will stolen. They are reborn in more ways than one." He went to one of the wet yet burning shackled folk, putting his hand on the face of a bearded fellow and then extending the other in an offer to grasp. "Come, you can feel their minds. They swore off the consumption of any blood. The shackles are for the safety of themselves and people around them. Minds, bodies too frail to abstain from the theft of blood, yet their souls and hearts are too virtuous to not do so. My work simply protects their vows, until a moment that I may undo the tragedy of their condition. Not one is regretful."
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Aleena Lavenderblood
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: She looks to be in her thirties
Appearance: Description: The vampire is a thin and tall figure with skin that resembled the color of a birch tree. Her eyes glow with a misty red under the dark hazel. Her hair is a very short cut as to avoid getting caught up on her hunts. A solid red cloth bandana covers up her mouth. Her mouth was more of a snake like set of fangs carrying a hefty paralyzing venom.
Her clothes were of a sturdy make with a more weathered look to them. Mostly it was cow leather, but there was a bit of clean cotton and jean like materials mixed in to provide a healthy practical set of clothes.
Race: Human Vampire
Height/Weight: She is slightly above average in height. However, due to a limited diet she is a lot more of a light weight.
Equipment: Weapons/Tools of the Trade: She tends to carry a hefty pair of machetes for both practical and defense uses. Other than that, a combat survival knife and other basic things are quite normal to find on her person or in her survival sack.
Skills and Abilities: Strengths: She's incredibly focused, and as a result has outlived most of her kin. She has a very keen attention around her making it hard to sneak up or get the better of her. Her previous life as an assassin has given her a round set of skills including stealth and a very good ability to read a room.
Weaknesses: She's not very good morally. She can be very selfish and doesn't enjoy to think about the needs of others. When she does she starts to realize the hypocrisy of what she says and she doesn't enjoy the realization.
Magic Abilities: She doesn't have any per say, but she's very adapt at noticing them.
Normal Skills: Hunting and general survival is something she's been forced to learn. She's also very good in quick hand to hand combat, often forcing her oponents unto unstable footing or ground to go for the killing blow.
Motivation: She wishes to simply survive, and due to this very single track mindset hasn't really drifted into what to do beyond that.
Biography: Backstory: The vampire worked as an assassin for a large group of them from before the collapse. It's really as simple as that.
Registered: Mar 25, 2021 16:51:52 GMT -5
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Post by Aleena Lavenderblood on Oct 4, 2023 12:12:09 GMT -5
Aleena looked down at the blade, heard the word, and felt something twist in her chest. It was an odd feeling for her. She hadn't expected it. The elf was not wrong in her assessment, she was in fact a monster. There was nothing false about the conclusion Kua had come to, and nor did the elf not have the right to make that statement. However, even after that...she didn't like it. It...hurt. Although, she supposed, the truth typically did.
She glanced at the massive army and then back at Lazlo with eyes like slits as she analyzed the situation. It was a dark mess, that was for sure. There was no way this ended well, Travel's Far could not provide enough blood for this many, and there was no way she had any guarantees of being the priority anymore with this many now here.
The vampire didn't move, she kept her weapon gripped in her hand with a very tight expression on her face. This was now real danger, this man would dispose of her at the slightest accident, and her current peers did not view her as a source to be trusted or taken seriously. It clicked a little, she was a pet, a fun experiment. Loved of course, but not on the same level as the masters who now owned her life.
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Jace Prix
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: A young mage in his late teen years.
Appearance: He is a limber man with hair touched by snow. His amethyst eyes explore the world with curiosity yet he hides behind darkened robes.
Equipment: Under his dark robes with purple accents, he wears a sleek black pair of pants and a high collared shirt.
Skills and Abilities: He has driven himself into the teachings of magic especially those involved with the occult.
Biography: As a young boy, he was cast out of his family for his abnormal looks. The color of his pale skin, the shade of his hair, even his eyes an unnatural color caused the townspeople to take up arms. They thought him to be cursed and a bad omen. When he is near something terrible would happen.
Registered: Jan 12, 2022 1:34:25 GMT -5
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Post by Jace Prix on Oct 13, 2023 18:27:46 GMT -5
Jace doesn't have anything to say but continues to observe the conversation with a cautious demeanor, ready to intervene if things go south. These reborn creatures are pitiful from Jace's perspective. A husk simply trotting along. Jace himself has toyed with the act of rebirth, but not like this. These creatures are empty, they're disconnected. Do they even will themselves to walk or does dark blood control their limbs like puppet strings? Funny thing to not call these slaves. Their skin is rubbed raw and blistered from the shackles that protect them and us. What will happen if they are freed from these shackles? He says they do not need blood, but we all need to satiate our hunger somehow. Were these beings like this when he found them and now he acts as their shepherd or did he create them?
Jace senses the tenseness radiating off Aleena. It is true that he doesn't know her well, but he still considers her a friend. The pale magician puts a firm but gentle hand on her shoulder, reassuring her. Nothing is going to happen to her. She's one of us and we protect our own.
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Kua Redford
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 90 (appears early 20s)
Appearance: A thin half-elf, whose olive skin has a greenish tint. Slightly pointed ears. Noticeably wide grin. Dark brown eyes and straight black hair.
Her knuckles are calloused with little scars.
Equipment: A pitch black long coat-style gambeson and a kettle helmet. A longsword inscribed with runes. A pouch of medicinal herbs. A buckler with a long chain attached to it.
A clay flute. A pair of fuzzy pink earmuffs.
A thick black book filled with strange notes...
Skills and Abilities: Kua possesses remarkable gymnastic and martial arts abilities. Her kinesthetic intelligence is very high. She is also a skilled sword fighter and unconventional buckler wielder. Kua also possesses the potential for fire and holy magic. The mists keep it at bay, but the force of her emotions can occasionally overcome it.
She is quite skilled with a flute.
She struggles with complex abstract concepts and mathematics, and demonstrates no social fear. She has a heart condition that requires periodic herbal treatment.
Biography: Kua Redford was born with a disability similar to William's Syndrome. Her parents were overprotective and fearful Kua would never be able to live a normal life. However, Kua also possessed a fierce, independent drive. What started as basic self-defense lessons became an obsession with becoming a warrior so that she could survive on her own.
Kua was enabled by the King of her city-state of Whitehall, a man who saw great potential in her. He had her further trained so she could fulfill her wish of becoming a great paladin someday. Although there were many doubters and Kua's progress was slow, the king went to his deathbed still believing in her dream.
(It didn't hurt that the king was secretly her grandfather. But that is a very long story.)
Because Kua is a half-elf, she ages slowly. Bigots from her world believe her "condition" to be a result of her being a half-breed.
Registered: Jul 8, 2021 17:06:47 GMT -5
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Post by Kua Redford on Oct 14, 2023 19:12:15 GMT -5
Kua had seen many ghastly things in her relatively long mortal life. But she had never seen anything quite so... tragic. It ached her heart just looking at them, more so because, as she reminded herself, she could not fear them the way a normal person could. This unique circumstance embodied the true nature of her curse. Without fear, there was little hatred. What remained was pity for the damned. And so it was in so many situations in which sentiments like these would cost a normal person their life.
Satisfied that the situation had been diffused, she lowered her sword, and gently stepped to the side to get a better look at the shackled, her mouth still gaping with shock and sadness. She didn't get too close, but only because logic forced her to take such a precaution. If she could embrace them and somehow easy their burns with ointment with her bare hands, she would.
What would the king have done? What can I do?
Without being conscious of it, Kua's eyes and the flesh of her fingernails also began to glow, faintly, almost imperceptibly under the sun. Her face suddenly steeled itself into a determined look and she turned to Laszlo.
"Tell me... if somehow I could defeat this Maribel, would they be free? Would you?" Her voice was low, and cracked, but the strain in her throat belied something much deeper, the closest thing she could feel to hatred. Righteous fury.
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Laszlo
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: Though in truth decades old, his appearance would hint at him being past 20 yet younger than 30.
Appearance: An inhumanly large man at well above two meters in height, he is pale as typical for most vampires. His visage and body is well chiselled, a powerful form given some effeminate polish (this comes in a few forms: clear use of makeup, painted nails, and floral perfumes). It would easily be considered handsome if it had not the appearance of being shattered like porcelain with black cracks all along his skin sometimes but not necessarily coinciding with veins. His hair is long and black, whilst his once blue eyes are now wholly white, absent of any colour on the bulbs; paradoxically, they turn black when illuminated by direct light as if casting shadows within themselves, softening again to a necrotic yellow if that light is of the sun. In between every rib is a slit in his flesh wherein he created improvised gills of his own body along with a great deal of other modifications he subsumes into his own meat. However few will see this of him, most instead seeing the ornate armour or robes he wears with a combination of nautical and vampiric themes. Hammered directly into his breast is a strange contraption of metal, oft leaking black ooze.
Equipment: Quite variant, a fact exacerbated by him hiding much under his flesh.
Skills and Abilities: He has the powers typical of the Correa vampiric bloodline, but extremely heavily watered down both by virtue of his severance from connection with the Matriarch Maribel, and further by the fact he starves himself of blood for ever longer periods of time. At the same time he seems supernaturally resilient and regenerative of any trauma done on his flesh even for a vampire.
To gain sufficient power to defeat Maribel, he has began experimenting upon his own body. For now these changes have mostly been the addition of the abilities of nautical creatures but he seeks to expand the arsenal of bestial abilities assimilated.
Reading a great many grimoires and tomes he has quite the magical repertoire.
All his flesh-craft has given him a non-negligible ability to shapeshift, though this is a quite slow process involving a violent breaking of bones and torn meats.
Biography: Not much is known. The best person to ask would be that bitch he keeps muttering about.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:11:49 GMT -5
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Post by Laszlo on Oct 21, 2023 2:03:34 GMT -5
Laszlo curled the long finger of his palm back as seemingly nobody took his hand to commune with the minds of the shackled people. He blinked heavily at Kua's question, the other contact lens now falling out to reveal the other equally wretched orb. He looked down at his feet, before closing his eyes with deep breaths. "No." he said, before elaborating. "That would merely make me free to devote all my efforts to curing our shared condition." Great passion in his voice, fear and sorrow all just beneath the surface of the hatred he presented.
"You presume too much. You can't do it. You are weak." he said, before opening his eyes. Laszlo's speech transitioned to a higher pitched monotone. "This is not to stain thy name. You simply do not understand the threat. I am uncertain your sword would even graze her flesh before you perish. And, she is not alone. A great many thralls among her rank, slaves ready to be thrown to their deaths. That is not to speak of her sycophant bloodsuckers." At the final word, the brief serenity Laszlo experienced again disintegrated as he snarled at Aleena. But with a jerk of his shoulder, he again restored calm. "For a year now I have sought power, accumulated it, crossed thresholds many wouldn't in an effort to match the vile matriarch." As if to demonstrate, his hand split along the length of each finger and then the whole arm to create five long, distinct tentacles. "It is not enough. Not nearly, not a fraction of what is needed. She would flay many as you or I with little effort." He was truth be told underestimating his counterparts considerably, ultimately unaware of the abilities of strangers he was meeting for the first time. But given the sudden depression that overwhelmed him, it seemed he was genuine about the might of his nemesis.
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Kua Redford
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 90 (appears early 20s)
Appearance: A thin half-elf, whose olive skin has a greenish tint. Slightly pointed ears. Noticeably wide grin. Dark brown eyes and straight black hair.
Her knuckles are calloused with little scars.
Equipment: A pitch black long coat-style gambeson and a kettle helmet. A longsword inscribed with runes. A pouch of medicinal herbs. A buckler with a long chain attached to it.
A clay flute. A pair of fuzzy pink earmuffs.
A thick black book filled with strange notes...
Skills and Abilities: Kua possesses remarkable gymnastic and martial arts abilities. Her kinesthetic intelligence is very high. She is also a skilled sword fighter and unconventional buckler wielder. Kua also possesses the potential for fire and holy magic. The mists keep it at bay, but the force of her emotions can occasionally overcome it.
She is quite skilled with a flute.
She struggles with complex abstract concepts and mathematics, and demonstrates no social fear. She has a heart condition that requires periodic herbal treatment.
Biography: Kua Redford was born with a disability similar to William's Syndrome. Her parents were overprotective and fearful Kua would never be able to live a normal life. However, Kua also possessed a fierce, independent drive. What started as basic self-defense lessons became an obsession with becoming a warrior so that she could survive on her own.
Kua was enabled by the King of her city-state of Whitehall, a man who saw great potential in her. He had her further trained so she could fulfill her wish of becoming a great paladin someday. Although there were many doubters and Kua's progress was slow, the king went to his deathbed still believing in her dream.
(It didn't hurt that the king was secretly her grandfather. But that is a very long story.)
Because Kua is a half-elf, she ages slowly. Bigots from her world believe her "condition" to be a result of her being a half-breed.
Registered: Jul 8, 2021 17:06:47 GMT -5
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Post by Kua Redford on Oct 21, 2023 12:36:26 GMT -5
Kua listened to her new friend's description of the threat.
Weak. It was not the first time she had been called that, though it was perhaps the first time it was not intended as an insult. At one point she had been considered too feeble-minded to even leave the house. Her own rebellion led her to overcome the judgements of others. But more than that, she had put in the work. So it was not the first time she had defeated an impossible threat, even if that threat was herself.
And then of course there were the monsters of her homeland. Demons, titans, assimilating ooze, dragons, discrimination and corruption. Her old masters and friends had fought against all these things and mentored her as best they could. And when she was old enough, she fought them too.
It was how she died, or would have, had it not been for the intervention of the unknown conductor of the mists. (Though in doing so she had taken the threat with her, its mangled black bones now rotting on the ocean floor.)
For the first time, Kua actually felt the loss of her powers to the mists... briefly.
Gently, she bent down to pick up the macabre contact lense. Once she gingerly dusted off the sand and pebbles, she handed it back to Lazslo.
"I'm sorry."
She extended her hand to him. Her fingers were still nimble and elven, but they also had callouses.
"I wanna see." If the offer was still available.
In doing so, Kua would allow herself to see their collective suffering. But, there was something else...
Right before she had been pulled into this world, Kua had been a master of fire. She could use fire to launch herself into the air, climb rapidly, shatter stone with her punches and kicks, and even summon great arcs of flame. For whatever reason, not being able to do these things anymore hadn't bothered her, perhaps because her physical skills and prowess were still the core of her combat, and she still had that.
But it was as if losing her power had allowed something else, something latent, to begin manifesting. It was perhaps less a power and more of a presence, a helping hand.
Whatever it was, it extended itself through her hand and into Laszlo, letting him see a piece of herself in return. Everything she had been thinking about went into his mind as brief flashes and emotions.
It wasn't a promise of hope or vengeance. It was merely her sharing that if it were possible (which it might not be) to remove this threat to their freedom, that she was at least the sort of person inclined to try.
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Laszlo
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: Though in truth decades old, his appearance would hint at him being past 20 yet younger than 30.
Appearance: An inhumanly large man at well above two meters in height, he is pale as typical for most vampires. His visage and body is well chiselled, a powerful form given some effeminate polish (this comes in a few forms: clear use of makeup, painted nails, and floral perfumes). It would easily be considered handsome if it had not the appearance of being shattered like porcelain with black cracks all along his skin sometimes but not necessarily coinciding with veins. His hair is long and black, whilst his once blue eyes are now wholly white, absent of any colour on the bulbs; paradoxically, they turn black when illuminated by direct light as if casting shadows within themselves, softening again to a necrotic yellow if that light is of the sun. In between every rib is a slit in his flesh wherein he created improvised gills of his own body along with a great deal of other modifications he subsumes into his own meat. However few will see this of him, most instead seeing the ornate armour or robes he wears with a combination of nautical and vampiric themes. Hammered directly into his breast is a strange contraption of metal, oft leaking black ooze.
Equipment: Quite variant, a fact exacerbated by him hiding much under his flesh.
Skills and Abilities: He has the powers typical of the Correa vampiric bloodline, but extremely heavily watered down both by virtue of his severance from connection with the Matriarch Maribel, and further by the fact he starves himself of blood for ever longer periods of time. At the same time he seems supernaturally resilient and regenerative of any trauma done on his flesh even for a vampire.
To gain sufficient power to defeat Maribel, he has began experimenting upon his own body. For now these changes have mostly been the addition of the abilities of nautical creatures but he seeks to expand the arsenal of bestial abilities assimilated.
Reading a great many grimoires and tomes he has quite the magical repertoire.
All his flesh-craft has given him a non-negligible ability to shapeshift, though this is a quite slow process involving a violent breaking of bones and torn meats.
Biography: Not much is known. The best person to ask would be that bitch he keeps muttering about.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:11:49 GMT -5
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Post by Laszlo on Oct 24, 2023 2:36:55 GMT -5
The man looked at down at Kua proffering the fallen article, himself initially not even noticing it was missing. It was a miniscule thing, but the kindness wasn't unnoticed. It had been years since he wasn't all but exclusively in the cutthroat world of other vampires, where none deign themselves so low as to help another without expecting anything in turn. Gingerly, tentacles reached out to retrieve the item. Well, now that he was getting ever more bare before these strangers, he didn't bother reinserting it.
When Kua said she wanted to see, he looked back at the wet folk behind. He went a few paces to another, his other hand parting too along each finger to become a set of five tentacles. Then one would intertwine with Kua's fingers, and another would wrap around the face of a much younger fellow. He would reach out with a leg to catch Kua with his foot if she fell, an occurrence that had happened before in this communion of minds.
If opening her mind to the sudden flood of pure thought that came upon her, Kua would find herself in a new world. It was a dark black void. The only thing seemingly populating it were many faintly glowing clouds, each separated by distance insurmountable by feet. One, glowing a pale green would appear before Kua's vision. A voice, ringy but seemingly frightened voice rang out. "Sire, sire, is that you?"
"Aye. I'm here boy." with a hushed calm, the voice of Laszlo now came but far steadier and more articulate than Kua would have ever heard him before.
"I'll be mended soon yes? Then I can return to father?"
"Yes. Just a little longer. He will be glad you are cured." Muffled, and now in the back of Kua's mind, Laszlo would state an aside. "He was terrified he would slay or corrupt his family in his thirst. The fear was well founded, for he inflicted both fates on kin. I cannot let him know for the moment, however. He is the youngest I have ever encountered to survive this transformation. An important subject for study." Now Laszlo's voice returned to its more normal form of this ethereal world. "I am sorry, I cannot be here long. But I will return soon."
The thought that Kua had presented to him as she opened her will had intrigued Laszlo. Now in the black void, there was the form of the two of them, though Laszlo presented a far more uncorrupted, idyllic version of himself with skin peachy and eyes needing no contacts to be an icy blue. Human. "Unless you have more you wish too see, I have things to know. What are you?" he asked, reclining on some sort of couch that wasn't there. "You speak for these strangers with undue mercy, yet... you seem at least somewhat confident in your ability to defend yourself with more than mere rhetoric. I sense there's more than just meat on bones there but damned if I know what."
The man then clapped his hands together. "We have a modicum of privacy. None of this is real, just the imagination bringing happier times in a very vivid way. But tell me, how far would you go to destroy the greater evil?" he asked pointedly, cocking his head. "There is a path to victory over my mistress. But alone as I have done it thus far, the undertaking could take decades to perhaps accumulate what I need to persevere. With aid I could certainly get into a position to destroy her but the road is dangerous, and not the prettiest. Uncouth, I'd hazard to describe it as. If Maribel ordered a thrall that happened to be a nice old granny to strike at you, would you raise your blade? Or would there be some objection?"
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Kua Redford
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 90 (appears early 20s)
Appearance: A thin half-elf, whose olive skin has a greenish tint. Slightly pointed ears. Noticeably wide grin. Dark brown eyes and straight black hair.
Her knuckles are calloused with little scars.
Equipment: A pitch black long coat-style gambeson and a kettle helmet. A longsword inscribed with runes. A pouch of medicinal herbs. A buckler with a long chain attached to it.
A clay flute. A pair of fuzzy pink earmuffs.
A thick black book filled with strange notes...
Skills and Abilities: Kua possesses remarkable gymnastic and martial arts abilities. Her kinesthetic intelligence is very high. She is also a skilled sword fighter and unconventional buckler wielder. Kua also possesses the potential for fire and holy magic. The mists keep it at bay, but the force of her emotions can occasionally overcome it.
She is quite skilled with a flute.
She struggles with complex abstract concepts and mathematics, and demonstrates no social fear. She has a heart condition that requires periodic herbal treatment.
Biography: Kua Redford was born with a disability similar to William's Syndrome. Her parents were overprotective and fearful Kua would never be able to live a normal life. However, Kua also possessed a fierce, independent drive. What started as basic self-defense lessons became an obsession with becoming a warrior so that she could survive on her own.
Kua was enabled by the King of her city-state of Whitehall, a man who saw great potential in her. He had her further trained so she could fulfill her wish of becoming a great paladin someday. Although there were many doubters and Kua's progress was slow, the king went to his deathbed still believing in her dream.
(It didn't hurt that the king was secretly her grandfather. But that is a very long story.)
Because Kua is a half-elf, she ages slowly. Bigots from her world believe her "condition" to be a result of her being a half-breed.
Registered: Jul 8, 2021 17:06:47 GMT -5
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Post by Kua Redford on Oct 24, 2023 20:39:20 GMT -5
As if her heart didn't ache badly enough, the young man's plight had her almost shaking. But Kua remained stoic, though her throat knotted visibly.
She stared after where the vampire's apparition had stood in relation to her even after it left, even as they were taken into the void and Lazslo posed his first question, her eyes reluctant to accept that she could do nothing.
"What am I?" She said after a moment, finally making eye contact with him. "Well..." Her voice softened as she thought about the question. "I'm a half elf, which to some is an abomination in itself. I'm-"
Kua attempted to sit down opposite Laszlo. But as this wasn't her realm, no invisible couch appeared behind her and she fell right on her butt. She chuckled, breaking some of the tension she felt before, and resolved herself to sitting on the floor. She crossed legs and sat up properly after rubbing her tail bone.
"I'm someone who is too nice for their own good. Literally. I was born with a condition which makes it so I can't fear others the way a normal human or elf can. It's not a blessing anymore than not being to feel pain is a blessing. People like me... don't live long. But, that's why I train so hard and why I learned to fight. It's the only way I can survive without hiding from the world. And I won't have that. It sounds strange but, to me kindness is a type of freedom. And to have freedom, one has to be strong. The weak who are too kind are quickly killed. But I cannot give up kindness, so I must simply become stronger."
As Kua spoke, something would appear in the void. Faint, translucent, indeed nearly invisible shadows of light would fade in behind her. One of them was a tall, bearded man of solid build.
"I also seek to honor my grandfather's memory. He was a human king, and a protector of the people. He was a good man, and a hero, but sadly I am doomed to outlive him many times over. That is why it is considered foolish for elves and humans to mix." She smirked with a hint of sadness.
His second question seemed to provoke the figures behind her slightly, making them a shade more visible. Aside from the old man, the rest were angelic in nature. The wings folded and unfolded at a snail's pace. Still, the shadows of light did nothing, and were still too faint to be any more threatening than a mural. And Kua of course seemed oblivious to them.
"Umm, well, old ladies have a strange center of gravity that makes them easy to flip forward. Maribel should pick more dangerous thralls if she wants to defeat me, like big wrestlers or a grizzly bear. Oh, unless she has a magic rolling pin as a weapon. That would be terrifying."
The light shadow of the old man made no sound, but it looked as if it was chuckling. Then, in unison, they began to fade away completely.
"I have been forced to slay the bodies of friends who were corrupted by evil organisms." She added somberly. "They were dead the moment the entities touched them. It was... not fun. By Kyra that was many decades ago wasn't it? I am beginning to forget..."
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Laszlo
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: Though in truth decades old, his appearance would hint at him being past 20 yet younger than 30.
Appearance: An inhumanly large man at well above two meters in height, he is pale as typical for most vampires. His visage and body is well chiselled, a powerful form given some effeminate polish (this comes in a few forms: clear use of makeup, painted nails, and floral perfumes). It would easily be considered handsome if it had not the appearance of being shattered like porcelain with black cracks all along his skin sometimes but not necessarily coinciding with veins. His hair is long and black, whilst his once blue eyes are now wholly white, absent of any colour on the bulbs; paradoxically, they turn black when illuminated by direct light as if casting shadows within themselves, softening again to a necrotic yellow if that light is of the sun. In between every rib is a slit in his flesh wherein he created improvised gills of his own body along with a great deal of other modifications he subsumes into his own meat. However few will see this of him, most instead seeing the ornate armour or robes he wears with a combination of nautical and vampiric themes. Hammered directly into his breast is a strange contraption of metal, oft leaking black ooze.
Equipment: Quite variant, a fact exacerbated by him hiding much under his flesh.
Skills and Abilities: He has the powers typical of the Correa vampiric bloodline, but extremely heavily watered down both by virtue of his severance from connection with the Matriarch Maribel, and further by the fact he starves himself of blood for ever longer periods of time. At the same time he seems supernaturally resilient and regenerative of any trauma done on his flesh even for a vampire.
To gain sufficient power to defeat Maribel, he has began experimenting upon his own body. For now these changes have mostly been the addition of the abilities of nautical creatures but he seeks to expand the arsenal of bestial abilities assimilated.
Reading a great many grimoires and tomes he has quite the magical repertoire.
All his flesh-craft has given him a non-negligible ability to shapeshift, though this is a quite slow process involving a violent breaking of bones and torn meats.
Biography: Not much is known. The best person to ask would be that bitch he keeps muttering about.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:11:49 GMT -5
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Post by Laszlo on Oct 25, 2023 1:25:48 GMT -5
As Kua spoke about being a half-elf and the racial prejudice that came with that Laszlo's voice would ring out "Shut up. I don't care." His lips however did not move, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I am sorry. You are within my mind. The things people leave unsaid, I cannot hold back here. But it is ultimately true. I hold not this prejudice, your breed matters not to me. I'm sure its a very good sob story to jerk tears, but you're not a cat for me to trace the purity of. There are other things I seek, and the people who have trouble with your ears not being quite pointy enough aren't here." These he said properly, his mouth articulating them. "But I suppose now I have said I cannot hide my thoughts here, anything you wish to know of me and my intent, I cannot help but answer truthfully here. I was interested in your practical qualities. Kyra, is that some divine benefactor you can call upon to make shiny spears kill things? It would help."
Listening to her answer on what measures she would be willing to undertake, again motionless of anything in his throat a growl of annoyance would come as the half-elf said her joke. Again Laszlo raised his hands in apology. "I was never known for my sense of humour even when I was a person. As I am now, this condition is made far worse." A palm was brought to his eyes in a diva like fashion. "I hope your friends aren't jokesters, I think I will accumulate a great many more gray hairs when I'm a person once more if they are."
He frowned a little as the woman finished giving her answer. "A thrall is still there. The mind is within, trapped, mutilated, but easily mended if the matriarch is destroyed. It is one story to kill a wolf in sheep's clothing, its another to be forced to cull a lamb forced to hunt as a wolf. I wish them all to be free, but not everybody can have a happy end. Are you ready for that?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.
Laszlo then stood up from the void he was lying on, and spread his arms. "Their sacrifice won't be forgotten and I honour it with my own." his skin and clothes alike melted away, revealing beneath a strange creature, vaguely humanoid in shape but looking as if it was composed of hundreds of mismatched components. Beaks here, pincers there, horns, tendrils, gills, antennae, cilia, fins, teeth outside of mouths, so much that wasn't where it was supposed to be. "Every one of these parts I have added myself, spoils of war of slain creatures. They have made me better. I am not yet mighty enough to defeat Maribel, but if I find ever greater beasts to take the essence of then the day might come I could match her."
In his human appearance once more, Laszlo leaned in very close to whisper. "I could do the same for you. I could make you so much better...." he said, gently as a mother to a newborn. "And none would see any of this, unless you so wished." Then he leaned back with a shrug. "If not, there are other ways to perfect you as a tool. Fancier armour, sword, magic charms. Most importantly you could speak to folk I am far too ashamed to show my face near. Entreat them for help. It would be far simpler to destroy the villain if there were hundreds arrayed against her, not a mere party."
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travelsfar
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 29 (approx)
Appearance: Bipedal faceless construct with legs that move in a jerky fashion, body slightly shimmers with colour in an almost imperceptible fashion.
Skills and Abilities: Standard faceless abilites (see character entry for that)
as standard they have chameleonic pigments across it's body and retractable needle claws coated with a paralytic neurotoxin.
Biography: Used by the Empyreans as a infiltrations, reconnaissance and terror unit, however was to be sent off for recycling after developing signs of potential independence. The transport ship was lost in the mist and formed the Faceless colony.
Allegiances: The Faceless Homunculi
Place of Residence: Faceless colony
Registered: Aug 19, 2021 2:35:38 GMT -5
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Post by travelsfar on Oct 25, 2023 12:25:47 GMT -5
Travels Far looked on, it wasn't really sure what it was looking at but this newcomer seemed...similar to the faceless, the flesh of it was pliable too, though it seemed to have a greater deal of control.
Whatever the case the Faceless identified two major problems, and about two dozen minor problems that were mainly as a result of it's fatigue.
Problem one was that there were now Far far FAR too many Reborn mouths to feed without effectively crippling Travels Far's kin.
Problem two was that this tendril handed new reborn called it's friend Kua First Trueborn weak, and believed that they would be unable to wipe out a settlement of gore drinking Reborn.
A foul gurgling noise cane from the homunculus, then grew into a writhing cacophony of a hundred accents. A crooked imperfect rhythm to the sound. Travels Far was laughing.
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Kua Redford
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 90 (appears early 20s)
Appearance: A thin half-elf, whose olive skin has a greenish tint. Slightly pointed ears. Noticeably wide grin. Dark brown eyes and straight black hair.
Her knuckles are calloused with little scars.
Equipment: A pitch black long coat-style gambeson and a kettle helmet. A longsword inscribed with runes. A pouch of medicinal herbs. A buckler with a long chain attached to it.
A clay flute. A pair of fuzzy pink earmuffs.
A thick black book filled with strange notes...
Skills and Abilities: Kua possesses remarkable gymnastic and martial arts abilities. Her kinesthetic intelligence is very high. She is also a skilled sword fighter and unconventional buckler wielder. Kua also possesses the potential for fire and holy magic. The mists keep it at bay, but the force of her emotions can occasionally overcome it.
She is quite skilled with a flute.
She struggles with complex abstract concepts and mathematics, and demonstrates no social fear. She has a heart condition that requires periodic herbal treatment.
Biography: Kua Redford was born with a disability similar to William's Syndrome. Her parents were overprotective and fearful Kua would never be able to live a normal life. However, Kua also possessed a fierce, independent drive. What started as basic self-defense lessons became an obsession with becoming a warrior so that she could survive on her own.
Kua was enabled by the King of her city-state of Whitehall, a man who saw great potential in her. He had her further trained so she could fulfill her wish of becoming a great paladin someday. Although there were many doubters and Kua's progress was slow, the king went to his deathbed still believing in her dream.
(It didn't hurt that the king was secretly her grandfather. But that is a very long story.)
Because Kua is a half-elf, she ages slowly. Bigots from her world believe her "condition" to be a result of her being a half-breed.
Registered: Jul 8, 2021 17:06:47 GMT -5
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Post by Kua Redford on Oct 25, 2023 21:22:39 GMT -5
Kua nodded. "Mmm mmm. Kyra is one of several goddesses and gods from my home world. She governs the domain of light and benevolence. I'd like to be a great paladin someday. But, I'm not very religious. I just wanna be kind. Huh." Kua furrowed her brow, only now connecting the dots. "Maybe that's why I can't really control the light. It just... seems to come through when I really need it. Like when I fought the weird jelly thing or..."
She looked guiltily at Laszlo. "After I disarmed Aleena, well, I did intend to slay her, mercifully. Did I mention this part? Something stopped me. I felt my blade change direction, and it glowed hot white. It struck her mouth instead of her neck, but it didn't kill her. The blade passed right through. But her fangs were turned to ash. I don't even know for sure if it was Kyra. I just remember feeling guilty even though it was the right thing to do. I couldn't leave her to slay others, but I felt there was something in her that didn't deserve to die. The light gave me a third choice."
Kua once again reflected on the friends she lost in her distant past.
"I guess, I guess I CAN do what it takes to defeat the wolf. But hopefully the light will give me other choices when it can."
Kua thought she heard Travels Far laughing in the distance, just as Laszlo offered his "upgrades". As expected, the grotesque array of animal parts did not offend her in the slightest. Instead she approached Laszlo with interest, as if he was a merchant presenting curious wares.
"The faceless are no friends of evil reborn. Maybe some of them will help. Travels Far is strong when he isn't-"
An idea struck her. "Oh! That's a good idea!" Realizing she should probably state the idea out loud, she said, "Can you give me something so my body can replace lost blood faster? That way I can help take care of Aleena and the others without compromising our strength. Maybe I can also be like one of those lizards that shoots blood out of their tear ducts."
To make her point, she placed her hands beneath her eyeballs and waggled her fingertips at Lazslo.
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