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An old man finishes telling a child a bed time story. The boy is tucked into his bed. He looks sleepily up at the old man. “Is that why soldiers keep searching our house Grandpa? They think we use magic?” The old man smiles warmly at the child as he blows out the candle and starts his way out of the room.”They are scared my dear child. People always do strange things when they are scared” The child blinks. “But Grandpa, I remember you doing magic on my birthday a few years ago.” The old man pauses at the door, a little pale. “That was just a trick. Just simple movement with my hands” “Can you show me it again?” The old man’s smile returns. “Not now, you need to sleep. I might do it for you in the morning if you stay asleep” With that, the old man exits the room and closes the door behind him.
There siting in a chair in the main room is a young man, running his hands through his ginger hair. As the old man approaches, the younger man gives a disappointed look. “You can’t be telling him stories of the days before the war father. We can’t be filling the boy’s head with thoughts like that” The old man returned the disappointment. “Why? What harm will it do? The boy must know who he is if he is going to properly live in this world?” The younger man stood up and said “Who he is, is my son. I say that none of that nonsense gets into his head.” “You didn’t always think it was nonsense” the old man quickly replied. “The solders came here to search the house for the third time today! There is only one reason they would search a house this far out in the woods that much. They know of our history and they know they will find something!” the younger man exclaimed. “They wont find anything” the old man replied. The old man did not want to have this argument this late at night. Without another word, He left his son to his thoughts.
As his father left the room, Carter swore under his breath that he would end up being the death of all of them. Carter sighed as he again ran his hands through his hair. It was bad enough with the constant searching and book burnings. Now he had to deal with his own father telling his son tales of magic. Bringing up the war… What is that old man thinking? Carter had enough of that war. He was apart of it. He was a survivor. He would continue to survive, even if that meant throwing away what he had spent his whole life on. His son was his life now. He came first. His son and his father were all that the war left him with in the end. He needed to protect them as best as he could. But his father was working against him, putting both his child and him at risk. Carter did not know what to do. He was stressed out, beyond belief. He went out onto the porch of their cabin and looked out upon the woods. Seeing the moonlight come through the trees was always relaxing to him. He hoped that it would work tonight.
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Arron from the moment he entered the woods decided he was going to skip out on this little exercise. He knew Bell all too well to fall for this one. The word “puppy” alone was enough to keep him away from this madness. Arron was very much a cat person. Cats didn’t bark when you entered a targets house to get the job done. They also generally did not bite into your leg as you try to escape. Yes, Arron was not going near this thing what so ever. He decided it was time to eat. He hadn’t done so in days. When you are a good assassin out of work, it is very hard to get more work. Because naturally, being a good assassin means very few people have actually heard of you. But now, he had work. He was still quite unsure what he was supposed to be actually doing, but the representative did promise that he would be able to feed himself. That is all he needed to hear. Though, had he known Bell was here he would’ve probably thought twice. That couldn’t be helped now. As Arron walked through the woods, he made no noise. His footsteps were always quiet. At last, he came upon a pond. Eventually some ducks came to the pond. Arron quickly drew one of the many knives he had hidden on him and threw it, hitting one of the ducks. The rest of the ducks took off, but the one that he had hit was too injured to run. It struggled. Arron walked up to it as silent as ever. With no emotion what so ever on his face, he slit the duck’s throat. He then set work on making a fire. After that he prepared and roasted the duck. As he was eating it, he could hear some commotion in the woods a bit away from him. It wasn’t any of his concern. If those morons wanted to get themselves killed they were welcomed to it.
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Lee shivered as he was surrounded by various creatures. Nervously he looked around. All of these choices, and he could only choose one. He didn’t want to be human. He wanted to be as far from his normal self as possible. The elves looked too much like humans. The same could be said about the dwarves and holy men. Some of the demons looked different but he didn’t want to look that much like a monster. Lee gave the crowd of things another once over and then they caught his eye. The beastmen looked interesting enough but not monstrous. “Beastmen” he told the NPC. Suddenly the room cleared, leaving only the various types of beastmen. After looking them over he knew what he wanted. This is such a good fit for me , he thought to himself. He looked up at the NPC and stated “Ugly Wolf”.
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Arron suspiciously looks at Bell. “You actually care for something and haven’t killed it by now B?” He chuckles, which is a very rare thing indeed. “Of course of all things it had to be a dog.” He begins to walk towards the woods as casual as ever and yet his footsteps make no noise.
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Arron releases Sandy’s arm and gets off of him. “Good thinking.” He reaches down and pulls Sandy up. Looks over to Bell. “Whats next B? I haven’t eaten in two days. The sooner we get this over with the better.” His face is completely emotionless as always.
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Arron jumps out of the way of the crab kick and while his opponent is still on the ground, back on top of him. Arron grabs one of Sandy’s arms and twists it around his back. Driving his knee into Sandy’s middle back and using his other hand to hold down Sandy’s free arm. “That was good. Really good. But putting yourself on the ground like that, you put all of your effort into that one kick. You need to be flexible when fighting. No attack is completely unexpected. You need to be able to change to the situation at the snap of your fingers.” Continues to drive his knee into him harder as he puts more pressure onto his arm.
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Arron having recently returned, look upon Sandy with a blank face. “You use those teeth and I will show the rest of the class a thing or two about your anatomy” His voice sounds bored yet serious. He sighs, clearly not liking the idea of sparing with people this inexperienced. “Show me your best attack… Remember you need to anticipate what I will do in response. Other wise you’ll end up like…Max was it?”
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*raises an eye brow, ignoring the question* You’re getting rusty, letting a punk like that cut you. *Adjusts the dufflebag I have over my shoulder.* Apparently I am assigned here. *Throws Bell my orders*
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Name: Arron (No last name given for personal reasons)
Age: 30
Height: 6ft
Weight: 180lb
Appearance: Arron has pale skin. He has a scar along his right cheek. His hair is short and raven black. His ears are pointed. The irises of his eyes are white. He wears black clothing and always has a knife on him.
Traits/info: He was born into a rich and wealthy family. He was enrolled into a military academy in his teens and dropped out. Then much to the displeasure of his parents he joined a mercenary group. After running with them for a while he went off on his own working as an assassin. After some time of that he came back home. While he was there he accidentally killed his best friend while having a flash back. He was not only his best friend but an honorary member of the family. So he was banished. Banishment also means that he cannot use his family name, he cant even speak it. Even the name of his people is forbidden for him to use. With no where to go, he found himself here. He is quiet and keeps to himself. He will respect you the most if you leave him alone when he is not needed, but all the same he will follow orders.
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*From Gamer’s prospective*
The dire wolf looks at the on coming party of soldiers with rage. It is much larger than others of it’s kind. As you draw near you can see that it is almost the size of a small house. It’s fur is dark grey, there is blood dripping from it’s mouth, and it has piercing yellow eyes. The wolf begins to approach, slowly. It looks like it i ready to attack at any moment. It opens it’s mouth, revealing it’s maw of yellow teeth and lets out a horrible bark. Some of the soldiers in the party are obliviously terrified by this. The grew wolf begins sprinting towards you. Even though you are around plenty of other people, you feel as if it’s gaze it directly on you.*From Gregory’s prospective*
The fallen druid that you have spent you have spent so long hunting does not notice you. It is too focused on the party of soldiers. Suddenly it barks and then starts sprinting towards the new comers. That man will surely tear these men apart, you’ve seen it before. However you notice that one of the men, ahead of the others, is not dressed in soldier garb. You notice trademark wearings of a magic user in his dress. -
The king looks down upon you. His gaze is like daggers going through you. “Magic tore apart this kingdom, it took my wife, the dearest thing to my heart, and you ask to use it within my borders?!” After a moment he softens and seems to be in thought. “How can I be sure you are not like the rest of the magician scum? How will I know that you will not turn on my country men?” You see the king’s face bears more sadness than anger. “You must prove yourself to me..” He again goes into deep thought. “Jarad has not been seen for many years. He is not a danger at the present. I would still like his head though. So I will give you a chance to prove yourself to me. In the eastern lands of my kingdom a great dire wolf has been terrorizing my people. Eating women and children, destroying their homes. I have sent a party of soldiers there to kill the beast but they have not been heard from since. I am sending another party of soldiers there. Join them, and prove to me that your magic can be used for the benefit of this country. If you fail or use it against my people in any way, I will hunt you down. Do you understand?”