AN: Had complaints of a lack of character development. So, here you go. Even though it's way later than ever, and one or all are going to die int the end. Except maybe Robby.
As per usual, thank you all for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to voice them.
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"Hah?" The Elder blinked a few times, then shook her head to dislodge any more thoughts about what had occurred, "Oh, right. Yes, of course. Come along everyone, we must hurry away from here before that attracts unwanted attention." In so saying, did she begin to usher everyone still able to move into a large group, as she reached into her stained robe to pull out a scroll.
"What's that?" asked a Human male, who was carrying a silently crying female, of whom was hissing as she clutched her right arm which was a bright scarlet with various blotches of purple.
"Something I was told to use in an emergency once we were away from the city," the old Human sighed, grumbling something else along the lines of it not being very accurate, and hoped it still worked.
"Well, I think this constitutes as an emergency, don't you?" To this she nodded and unfurled the scroll, reading aloud the words which caused an azure spell circle to erupt underneath her and the crowd's feet.
"Hey, don't leave without us," called out Robby, as thin strips of light slowly danced in the air around the gathered Humans and creatures. Of whom then tried to scramble for the group, but was halted by my person, "But," he began, as I shook my head whilst the light engulfed the group, causing their persons to vanish completely.
"It is better like this, Robby," my voice shook the air around us, as I stalked forward towards the bodies of the fallen, and noted many still held life in them, "They are still alive."
"What?" called out the other, of whom had found the enchanted basket full of vast quantities of food and drink. Upon walking to my position, he noted a few of the mangled bodies were groaning, as well as my body making its way towards them. "What are-?"
"Peace, Robby," I spoke slowly, as my person knelt before one of the more whole Humans who survived the "fight". This one was a male who seemed to be one of the better equipped individuals, as he wore tattered chainmail with an odd, red lion painted upon the front. As to his features? Well, this one appeared to be of Japanese descent, what with his head being rough with a short crop of dark hair, and eyes of pure darkness.
"Please," the Human begged, "Please save..." The individual's eyes drifted towards a female human in a faded, albeit heavily stained, pink dress. However, this one was missing their head, but hid this fact underneath another body.
To which I shook my head saying, "She's dead, and cannot come back."
"No," he moaned, as I laid my right hand upon his chest, and poured my magicks into his body after intoning a simple healing spell called "Regrowth". Of which I used upon three other individuals, along with the spell "Conversion: Thrall" so as to keep them from straying too far from my person.
These individuals, by the by, were Human, Halfling, and Kin. The Humans were only two males, which included the chainmail wearing human who had begged the saving of a female, and both were of Japanese descent. Whereas the Halflings were female, and both with similar designs and features. They each claimed to be a twin of the other, and held the softer features of those of whom claimed to be royalty and somehow slipped away to carry out their dreams.
Indeed, for these two had done exactly that, and held up a signet ring showing themselves to be nobles of Azzarath, but meant very little as we were not upon that world. They knew this fact, and came prepared by wearing hard leather armour about their persons, and held a pair of broken daggers which they claimed fell apart when one of the half-Ogre's feet slammed into their sides. This action seemed to also break one of their bows, and a quiver of arrows, but I paid little heed to this tidbit of information.
As to their features? Well, as I said, they held the softer tones of royalty. Meaning they had faced little to no hardships since growing up, but were still allotted the ability to train with their bows and daggers. Of which led to a few formations of calluses upon their hands and digits. However, if you believe this pair to have long hair, you would be mistaken. For these two had cut it short to emulate a male's style, as well as dyed it brown so as to hide their fire-red hair from the world.
For they claimed the colour of their hair was only granted to royalty, and that having such a thing within their society marked them as such. So, to hide this fact, they dyed it with more muddier colours until it became as it is now.
"Interesting," I muttered, as each of them sat upon the ground, eating their fill, "What of you?" This query was directed to the third female, another Wolf-kin, but one with violet hair and silvered fur.
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Of whom was of a large height of nearly two metres with many muscles rippling across her frame. To say she, herself, was a mindless brute would be far from the truth. For her voice was melodic and full of a deep hatred for what had occurred, as she was the first to fall beneath the rampage of the half-Ogre.
"Not much to tell, really," she began with a shrug, and tore into a large haunch of deer meat. Of which caused the Halflings to gain the features of disgust as they backed away from her, "I ain't a royal who grew bored, or anything, but I did leave my people in order to make a name for myself. As well as to avoid being married off, even though I am far stronger than any male."
Upon these words did she stand tall in order to show off her muscles, of which were exposed to the world as she wore only a breast wrap to quash a large pair of mounds, and a loincloth of hide and rabbit fur so as to not expose that which was betwixt her legs. Yes. She was indeed tanned, which only seemed to augment her large, violet eyes.
"And to you Humans?" I called out to the pair, who were speaking in low tones with Robby.
"Ah, sorry Boss," called out the Human, who then laughed as he waved at the other two, "They're just wondering about you, is all. I couldn't tell them much, other than your promise of making me a Werewolf. Is that still going to happen?" His eyes shined as I motioned for him to stand before my person.
"Of course, Robby, for I always keep my promises, but at this time, I desire to know more about those two," I paused for a moment, then glanced at the females, "Which reminds me, you three never did speak of your names."
My words seemed to have cause their persons to grow embarrassed for some unknown reason. To which the Halflings voiced they were Shanna and Anna, whilst the Kin was called Shadow Stalker. Which was odd for a name, but was of no concern of mine.
"I am Gonzo Shadowbane," called out the human with tattered chainmail about his person, and glared slightly towards an oblivious Kin, as she continued to eat her deer meat, "a Templar-in-training for Lord Harrows, Duke of-"
"Pass," my voice was of a bored growl, as my eyes drifted to the other Human. Of whom wore a stained, dark robe and a pair of cracked glasses upon the bridge of his nose. "And you are?"
These words caused him to jerk awake, as though his mind was elsewhere at the moment. "Ah? Ah, yes," a piece of cloth appeared in his hands, which was then transferred to the left, as the right held onto the glasses which were then cleaned slowly, "My name is Shiro, and I don't know what I want to be just yet."
"But you're wearing a robe," commented Robby, of whom pointed at the garment, "Ain't you a mage, or something?"
To which the other shook his head in response, "I don't have the mana pool for being one."
"I might be able to help with that," my voice rumbled softly, as a vial of viscous, silvered liquid appeared in my left hand, "This is called 'A Vial of God's Blood', which is simply just mana given a physical form. When consumed, it increases one's capacity by one hundred points. However," I held up a finger to forestall any comments, "if you drink more than a few of these within a full moon turn, you will lose your right to be called a Human."
"What do you mean?" asked Shanna, of whom stared at the vial with great hunger in her eyes.
"To put it mildly, you will become a monster with great capabilities," these words caused the one called Gonzo to take a step back and reached for the sword which was no longer at his hip. To which I simply sneered in his general direction, as I continued with, "A single vial of this Blood is worth a fortune; more so than any King's treasure could afford. Of which I am offering to you, Shiro, along with a scroll containing a few minour spells to place you onto the path of a magick caster."
"Why are you giving the Human this great gift?" asked Anna, who inched closer towards the vial as Shiro hesitated to take the offered item, "If you were to sell such an item, you would be rich beyond your wildest dreams."
"Perhaps," my head bobbed once, whilst I deposited the vial into the Human's hands. Of whom then quickly unstoppered it to swallow its contents. To which he gagged slightly, commenting on how disgusting it tasted. "However, I have no need of vast riches, as I already have what I desire."
"Which is?" asked Robby, who became curious as Shiro's eyes widened at something only his eyes were privy to. Whilst I passed a scroll containing several minour spells for the Shaman class which was not available upon Azzarath at that time.
"Ah, but that would be telling," my voice chuckled maliciously, whilst a silvered spell circle erupted around the Human, engulfing his body as it transformed him into something new.