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Atop a stony plateau overlooking the lands of central Idalos, and growing wealthy from the gem stones pulled from the rocky soil, Etzos is a bastion of independence; firm in its belief that man should rule Idalos, not be servants of the vain Immortals who nearly destroyed it. But can the many factions set aside their conflicting agendas and see this through?

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Mon Jul 03, 2017 5:45 am

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A lot had changed since Doran had arrived in Etzos the season before. He no longer had to hide his true intentions and his dislike of the Immortal of Hope and those that served him. In Rynmere they would likely have arrested him immediately and executed him, but here they admired him and respected him, and he could talk about what he had done openly. There were other things he had to be careful about now though. Nobody could ever know that he too was of Immortal blood and that he still served one of them.

A mark upon his skin was easy to hide though. Besides, he had already spent large parts of his life pretending to be human and hiding the fact that he didn’t age. There had rarely been a time when he had been completely honest about who and what he was.

Vuda, a man who he still did not trust entirely in spite of the fact that he was likely his most important ally at the moment, had recently put him in charge of his new alchemy lab. He had spent much of Ashan familiarizing himself with it and trying to identify the potions his predecessor had left to him, but he was finally ready to start working on new projects now.

For that reason he was on his way to the Market of Wonders, an event where people showed off their achievements. He hoped to acquire a few items that he would be able to use for his research there. What he found instead was a most suspicious looking fellow with a mustache and questionable dental hygiene that had erected a stall at the side of the road and that claimed to sell the sword that “Sir Doran” had stabbed Xiur with.

It was an overly long and rather gaudy looking blade that was covered with gems in a couple of different colors and that even had a bit of a red substance on it, fake blood, some sort of paint most likely.

The Mortalborn stopped and inspected the weapon more closely before remarked in a somewhat dry tone, “I would never have used such a sword. It looks unbalanced and impractical. Besides, I always clean my weapons after I’ve used them.” The merchant looked at him angrily at first, and then his eyes suddenly widened in recognition. Before he could say something the Mortalborn disappeared into the crowd though and continued his inspection of the Market of Wonders.

For every useful item that he found there were another two or three that only made him shake his head. And then there were the theatre performances, people that retold the story of how he had attacked an Immortal. He had no problem with being admired and worshipped. In fact, it was something that he strived for. In his opinion he was at least as deserving of worship as his father Ziell, the Immortal of Winter, perhaps even more so.

Most of those stories were intolerably exaggerated and incorrect though. Some of those actors portrayed him as some sort of dark knight with a big sword, wearing shimmering plate armor, and others made him out to be almost an Immortal himself. The former only made him furrow his brow – he had never worn plate armor, he was at present garbed in a fine, dark suit – the latter made him worry slightly though. They were too close to the truth.

In spite of the fact that those performances irked and worried him, he remained and carefully watched everything that was going on. He needed to know what the common citizens of Etzos thought of him so that he could perhaps influence how he was perceived in the future.
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Sat Jul 08, 2017 6:49 pm

The only thing which interested the Aukari in the annual Market of Wonders event which Etzos was so excited for, was the wonderful items he was told he could find in it. Even if the items he found were not as promised, as an alchemist he had no doubts he could make it work. Somehow. However more than the possibility of himself being scammed by the unscrupulous traders, F'mos found the performances ostentatious and like those he found in the previous gem festival, he realised such displays are part of the prominent characteristics of Etzos.

These places, these people, they always needed to be dominated by something bigger. In Sirothelle where he grew up, it was Faldrun and in Etzos, anyone who was able to strike a blow against the Immortals. It was the reason F'mos had so willingly chosen to live in Etzos despite the persecution he had to put up with, because if there was a place which could protect him from the malevolent Immortals which plagued Idalos, it was a city established to go against them with enemies to both the north and the south.

However Etzos had its own internal problems and the Aukari was not convinced that "this is the source of all the mutants...?" That was a lie that only idiots would believe, as anyone which paid attention would know the mutants were the unfortunates taken in by the promise of a free meal at the Downtrodden. Still the merchant seemed convinced, or he really wanted to make the sale but F'mos was not as he knew the truth, "it was Padfoot which made the mutants. Why would this, drink, make them?" Actually the better question would be what idiot would willingly ingest such a strange substance. It was disgusting.

"Never even heard of spill-more-water," whatever it was. It sounded as if it was made up to the Aukari which was still getting used to Common but the merchant seemed to have a detailed explanation which was enough to convince him. Either it was the truth, or the man must be rather depraved to make up tales of females of the waters being killed as soon as they gave birth to harvest the fluids. The price was rather steep especially if such an item was a fabrication but it was something which the Aukari decided to take a chance on. It would help with his most recent experiments.

Although it may be too convenient that he had chanced on such an item just as he needed it... but that could just be another characteristic of the Market, although as an outsider he did not place much stock in its reputation...

Before the merchant could put away the coins, F'mos had his hand on his shoulder as soon as his back was turned and pulled the man to him, which he could not even resist as he had been caught off guard. With enough pressure applied, the merchant could not even get off the table he was pressed to although he was able to voice his bewilderment. "I just need to make sure" he said, without a hint of malice as he dangled the opened vial over the man's head until he broke down in tears about becoming one of those horrible mutants, which was proof enough for the Aukari.

With an apology, F'mos continued his trip to the Market although he never found anything as useful to him as the 'spill-more-water's' water. However he was able to get a peek at the many performances, mostly of the attempt on Xiur's life. It was during one of these many performances that he believed he saw the real Doran among the fakes, or so he thought. There were many delusional Etzori which fantasised about achieving what he did that the Aukari could not really tell, but there was no question Doran was in the city based on his victim's demands, which meant there was always the chance that it was him.

He approached from behind, as the last thing he needed was to be identified by the wrong person and commented "at least they got that part right," which should be the least of any decent performance as Xiur had replayed it over and over; "but I'm still not convinced that happened." Obviously any could feel the same if they identified the performances to be over exaggerated for the theatrics, but F'mos did not expect Doran to react to him the way he did unless that was the way he treated all his fans in Etzos.

Still unwilling to expose himself, F'mos tried to remain directly behind Doran to keep out of the man's sight, even if had to push someone aside. He was unsure of what the man felt with his comments and decided to try and shock him enough to stop. However as he believed that stating it outright might betray himself if it was not the real Doran, the Aukari decided to instead mention something only the two would know, that "Doran couldn't have escaped right away with all those people around. They would have exploded after their beloved Xiur was stabbed like that to stop him."
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Sun Jul 16, 2017 4:35 am

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As he stood there and watched those performances of questionable quality, he suddenly noticed something. There was a feeling, a hint of something, just at the edge of his awareness. It reminded him of her, Syroa, the Immortal that he had given his soul to, the only one of her kind that had ever done something worthwhile. For a moment he considered the possibility that it was actually her – one of her Domains was Acting after all – but no, she would not enter a city where her kind would likely be killed on sight, would she?

No, it was more likely another Sesser or a person with some sort of connection to her, although he found it strange that he could suddenly feel their presence. He had not felt anything when he had met Alistair Venora in Andaris a couple of seasons before. He had only found out what the man was when he had started to speak about his connection to the Immortal. While he still pondered the unusual situation, a man behind him started to speak. The Mortalborn furrowed his brow slightly as he wondered whether he should react before he turned around and tried to spot the one that had addressed him.

“The situation had been quite chaotic that trial”, he spoke calmly as if he were recounting a trivial matter. He decided not to reveal his identity, for now. He needed to find out what kind of man he was dealing with. Not everybody with a connection to Syroa was automatically an ally. “The Immortals and their champions had been attacked shortly before they entered the portal that would take them to Oscillus.”

There was a hint of something, a flash of rage as he spoke of “the champions” before his usual cool demeanor took over again. Those foolish mortals had believed that they were doing a great thing. They had never realized that they were being used, that their beloved Immortals were marching them to the slaughter, like lambs and wouldn’t shed any tears if – no, when – they died. Xiur and his allies had never cared about anybody besides themselves. They had even turned their backs on him when he had needed them, despite the divine blood that they shared.

“There were so many people coming and going and trying to reach the different parts of the battlefield that it was nearly impossible to keep track of them all. Doran took advantage of that when he made his move and when he fled the battlefield. People were so focused on saving Xiur’s life – Doran had managed to wound him greatly - that they didn’t realize that they should try and find him until it was too late, although Xiur did eventually send one of his creatures after him.”

He paused and tried again to make out Nauta among the spectators that were, for the most part, still watching those ridiculous performances quite attentively. Why, he wondered, was this mysterious man the only one that was questioning what he was being told? Shouldn’t everybody in this city be interested in the truth rather than mere hearsay?

“Why do you care though?” he finally asked. “What do you think of Doran? Do you consider him to be a hero or are you one of those that would rather give in to Xiur’s demands and surrender him?”
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Thu Jul 20, 2017 4:26 pm

It aggravated him that there were so many people, fools so excited to be a part of the spectacle before them they did not even realise the real thing was present. Frankly, the Aukari only felt that way because those fools made his attempts to avoid Doran more difficult but after thinking it through, was there really a reason for him to hide? Even if he had not been in disguise in Oscillus, Doran would not even have seen him for more than a thrill or two and as he could tell at that time, the man was more than anything else distracted with his target.

Coming to that realisation, the only reason to hide was to first make sure Doran would not have his head for questioning the great 'hero'. His low profile was so different from Doran's own fame, or infamy as it would be anywhere other than Etzos, and good enough for him to remain in obscurity. However as Doran evidently had no desire to reveal his identity, the Aukari decided to play along, at least until the reveal would have the greatest effect. Even so, it was increasingly hard for F'mos to resist the urge as, Doran's own account was just about as accurate as the one being played out in front of them.

Which is to say greatly embellished for the benefit of the great 'Hero' and the anti Immortal agenda of Etzos, at least according to the Aukari's own knowledge of the event in question.

At least Doran started with the truth. Not even trying to hide what he thought of the Immortal, he agreed that "Faldrun's a bastard. Heard from the Black Guard he chased em all the way from here. Xuir burned up half his Aukari and he still didn't quit. The absolute madman!" F'mos of course, hoped this would throw anyone off the fact he was one of those hotheads. It was only because he was in Etzos that he could say whatever he wanted about his so called creator. If a city set up against Immortals could not shield him from Faldrun, there would be no safe place in Idalos for any Aukari who desired to separate themselves from that tyrant.

But back to the topic, F'mos would have to agree that "yeah...that must be messy. Etzori here can't even decide which Doran they want" out of all those in the Market. However Doran made a bold claim and even without Xiur's nightly show, the Aukari knew "Doran is very brave man. No one stabs someone from back after he use power to help everyone!" Even if the fact he was a newcomer in Etzos was used to downplay anything offensive he said all this time, the Aukari was aware of what he just said, although he hoped the naivety he wore on his face or tried to would make it seem that he said it as a joke.

And because it seemed like Doran missed hint the first time, F'mos decided to try and lead up to it again that "maybe they thought he dead after the sudden explosive attack?" Not Xiur of course, but Doran "which is why Xiur send creature to make sure." It might be overplaying his hand but whether the Aukari meant Doran or Qylios did not matter but, "you'd think they'd make sure enemy is dead, before leaving" although Doran had the right idea of securing his escape, which had only been frustrated by the powers Qylios had, just like the Immortal was more concerned with her kin.

By that time probably, Doran would have spotted him and unlike the man, F'mos was going to make sure there was an escape if he needed it. After the awkward silence among the rowdy crowd, the Aukari decided to answer "I don't think anyone's a hero, and I don't think we should give in to demands. Fod-sack Immortal didn't even offer reward, they think they are so great. Hah." which probably suggested he would actually consider Xiur's demands as long as there was something in it for him. That said...

"I care because Doran is the brave hero Etzos needs and hurt an Immortal?" he said as he gestured to the rest of the crowd with the very same smile he wore earlier because at the end of the day, "we all want to do it too. If you had the chance, wouldn't you do the same thing he did?" the Aukari asked, although he knew it was a stupid enough question to ask since he knew the man he spoke to was the Doran to begin with.
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Wed Jul 26, 2017 5:51 pm

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“Aren’t they all?“ the Mortalborn asked in a cool tone as the stranger called Faldrun a bastard. He didn’t see any difference between Xiur’s and Faldrun’s actions – they had both sacrificed the people that had trusted them, although whether the creator of the Aukari really was a madman was up for debate. In his interactions with them he had found most of the Immortals to be surprisingly sane – but corrupt and selfish beyond measure and full of lies.

The fact that Nauta had mentioned Faldrun specifically had caught his attention, and he found it somewhat strange – until he finally spotted him in the crowd. The man was apparently an Aukari, judging by the color of his hair. Had he abandoned Faldrun when the Immortal had decided to sacrifice his people in the fight against Xiur? He pondered the matter for a bit and then decided that it didn’t matter, for now. He had no issues with Nauta’s race.

His first impression of that man had been that of somebody of relative intelligence – most mortals would never question the stories they were told – but his joke – if that was what it had been – was sorely lacking. He narrowed his eyes and wondered how he should react – if at all, he wasn’t sure if the stranger deserved a reply - before he calmly asked, “If you had the opportunity, if your enemy, a being with power far beyond that of any mortal, were being careless for a moment, would you not try to end it all?”

“As for Xiur helping people”,
he added with a hint of sarcasm. “Would you call manipulating people and feeding them lies so that they die for you willingly ‘helping’? That’s a strange way to take care of the people that worship you and put their faith in you.”

“Perhaps”,
he replied as Nauta mused that Xiur had sent the creature after him to make sure it was dead. It hadn’t worked out though. Yana and he had defeated the creature and then left. Nauta was wrong about him not making sure that there was a way for him to escape though. Doran had means and ways to get away from the crowd if he needed to, and he never let his guard down completely, no matter where he was and who he was with.

“No, there are no heroes in this”, he agreed. He certainly didn’t consider himself one. He had merely done what needed to be done, for partly selfish reasons, and he had never thought about whether he was brave or a coward. “As for Xiur’s lack of a reward … would you change your mind if he suddenly offered you ten thousand golden nels or more for Doran’s head?” he asked, even though he realized that Nauta might not answer – or at least not answer truthfully. Was the Aukari thinking about betraying him?

By the time that he said that the Mortalborn had begun to wonder if Nauta knew who he really was and if he was testing him and questioning him for some reason – and if perhaps he had noticed their shared connection to Syroa as well. He decided not to call him out on it though. They could both play the game. Besides, there was more for him to gain if he didn’t reveal his real identity and told the man that he knew what was going on.

“Of course”, he replied as Nauta stated that they all wanted to hurt an Immortal. “I would do the same thing he did, and I would make sure that Xiur is alone this time. He might still be weakened from what Doran did to him, and thus the chance of success might be greater.”
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Thu Jul 27, 2017 5:55 pm

Doran's assumptions of the Aukari was close, but not all the way there. However it was enough the 'joke' F'mos did not offend the man, at least for him to start ignoring the Aukari. Even with all the people around them, F'mos knew who he was speaking to as Doran's face was not forgettable from the first time the Aukari saw him. The same face F'mos could tell was judging him in that short pause although he did not care much. If he did, he would be shouting to the crowd that the man who would have killed Xiur was among them. As that was not the case, F'mos was content in keeping their discussion between them.

Especially when there were things F'mos did not need the rest of Etzos, or at least some noteworthy acquiantances to know. As he knew it was unlikely Doran would even be in the same room as such outstanding individuals, there was no reason for him not to share with Doran what he felt, unless there would be a time he needed to use the man. Unfortunately he had not thought that far ahead and really wanted to see how long Doran wanted to keep up the charade, and quickly expressed that despite his desires...

"If I had powerful enemy, careless or not I won't even try. Him alone? Risky. Him with friends? Riskier." Faldrun of course, had no friends although in a conflict, he would have peons around to help him. Peons made of brainwashed Aukari. Xiur on the other hand was in Oscillus with peers of equal power, any one able to stop Doran as one attempted the moment she noticed the attack. He paused for a moment, as the play neared the scene of the infamous attack.

Not an offhand observation to someone present, but "I don't see other Immortals. No Ethelynda, no Ilaren. Not even Qylios who is more dangerous" but there was one other thing at least. Needlessly hideous and overly grotesque was what F'mos assumed represented creature which attacked Doran. "That's fun" he thought, for the kids who would have Nightmares for the arcs to come. Trust the Etzori to pay attention to the important things.

The important thing for F'mos though, at least in their discussion was that "I'll leave it to heroes. Plenty in Etzos" or at least those who claimed to be one "and, if they fail, I'm not the one dead or hunted" as Doran who is now dogged by Xiur. The only reason why the Aukari cannot be convinced the attack on Xiur was a success, despite assertions to the contrary by those who insist Doran has struck a great blow against the Immortals.

And for all his faults, "at least Xiur didn't put cursed blood in me" as Faldrun had done to all Aukari. The worst part was some even considered it a blessing, like they were the Immortal's chosen people and not his slaves. "The others following Xiur do it because they want to. Probably get paid too. Heard they got nice weapons for help" although not too nice in the Aukari's opinion, who believed he was shortchanged in the expedition through the unreasonable actions of some.

This made it highly unlikely for the Aukari to suggest anything other than accepting a reward, if he did not already know he was talking to Doran. Instead he decided to keep it vague, to get a measure of the man when he instead said, "I don't know... maybe? You think Doran has his own reward? I can't fight so if I could get something..." Of course it was only a suggestion and Doran's reply may well be a joke which could not be taken as a promise, but it was at least better than Xiur who offered nothing in return for his demands.

However F'mos decided to give Doran something, to prove there was some worth in offering a reward. If it was not already obvious, "some would do it for free." He knew a few names but was only sure of two Doran would know. "Nightshade. Another hero. She helped Xiur in Oscillus." Doran should know her as the Avriel in the middle of the fight in the auction when he himself was attacked by the other, "Padfoot. Not sure about him though, but he crazy. Magic. Mumbo jumbo. Shazam. Turned people into mutant scum."

And of course, there was Xiur who obviously wanted Doran and as everyone knew, "he's outside town. You can try looking for him and maybe you'll succeed th...aaaa attack." Phew, that was close although even if F'mos was discovered, he was like almost everyone in Etzos and "Xiur has no friends in Etzos, if you want to get him while he's alone. Maybe he is near place he plays nightly show?" That was as good a guess as the Aukari could give although he was sure if it was that easy, someone who hated Immortals as much as Doran would have found him already.
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Sun Jul 30, 2017 1:04 pm

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"Sometimes you need to take a risk“, the Mortalborn pointed out. Having said that, he briefly focused his attention on the play in front of them again, frowning ever so slightly as they did so. It seemed to be nearing the climax - his attack on Xiur - now, but what the actors were showing wasn’t even close to what had really happened. He remembered telling his story during the banquet that had been held in his honor, back when he had first arrived in Etzos. He had definitely mentioned the other Immortals then, and he found it strange that neither Qylios nor Ethelynda were anywhere to be seen now.

“Qylios was there”, he informed Nauta in a matter-of-fact tone and turned to face him again. “Xiur’s sister was the first one to rush to her brother’s side after Doran’s attack. She was also the one who kept him from escaping into Emea - at least that’s what I heard. There was a portal, the same portal through which their so called mortal champions had been transported to Oscillus. I do not know why they are not showing that. Doran told the truth of what happened when he arrived in this city.”

He nodded curtly as Nauta stated that he was not the one dead or hunted. He was well aware of his current less than ideal situation. He was comparatively safe as long as he was in Etzos and as long as he had Vuda’s support, but he would not be able to leave again, at least not easily and not until he had gained more power. That was the main reason for him coming here. In Etzos he was most likely to find allies that would join his fight.

“Doran is an accomplished chemist and alchemist and one of the greatest swordsmen in this part of the world. I am sure that he would reward those that help him - and reward them well”, he assured Nauta. Apparently, he realized, the Aukari wanted something in exchange for his support. Would he turn from him again if Xiur decided to offer him more than a pat on the back after all? Maybe. But at least, he thought, he was being honest. He valued that more than somebody who claimed to be noble and loyal and help you out of the goodness of his heart.

“Nightshade is one of Xiur’s people?” he asked, somewhat irritated. He remembered her from the mutant auction. She had been quite impressive, despite her tainted blood. It surprised him that nobody had done anything about her in spite of her fact that her alliance with the Immortal of Hope was known. Apparently, he thought, Etzos was not as staunchly anti-Immortal as he had thought at first. He would need to watch the winged woman – and this Padfoot, but for a different reason. If he had the power to turn people into so called mutant scum, he would be useful.

“How sure are you that Xiur is waiting outside the city?” he asked. This time he struggled somewhat to remain calm, although he knew better than to trust the word of a man he had just met completely. He had always thought that his enemy would be sending his messages from further away, that he wouldn’t be brave enough or foolish enough to come here. But if he really was waiting right outside the city, then it changed everything.
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Mon Sep 04, 2017 7:28 pm

That declaration of Doran's skills, the range he could boast of was an effective way to show some merit of any arrangement to the Aukari but; it felt so much like the arrogance of Immortals, like Faldrun. The same sort F'mos was in Etzos for refuge from. 'One of the greatest swordsmen in the world' certainly would not need a stab in the back with a poisoned blade as far as the Aukari was concerned. He would not be fooled like the rest of the people watching the show. Could he actually believe Doran would tell the truth to him? To those in the banquet? To anyone?

With doubts of Doran's swordsmanship from the display he witnessed with his own eyes on Oscillus, there was nothing else in that boast for F'mos. An alchemist himself, there was no reason for the Aukari to employ the services of another. That said, he was quite aware that each alchemist had their own approach to the craft as well as their own resources. A would be Immortal killer in Etzos would definitely be able to get the ingredients a nobody chef could not in the anti Immortal city. That at least could be a start especially if it was the true Doran would reward those who helped him, well.

It would be an improvement to those who had no reward for him. Nightshade was one of them, a pitiable gift basket which the Aukari could have gotten any time on his own. F'mos was surprised Doran himself did not know about her affiliation. After all, "she went to Oscillus to help Xiur and friends, you know?" which was a fact the Aukari believed Doran would have known. F'mos could not be sure about how favourable Xiur was to Nightshade, but he knew of the ill will the Avriel had towards Doran, through the stories she told to Lizzie about Oscillus. Of course, Doran did not need to know that. The fewer details he had about F'mos the better, should their meet turn sour.

As for how sure he was that Xiur was waiting outside the city, the Aukari would only answer "why wouldn't he be?" For one thing, "Xiur came to Etzos before but wasn't let in" and being a recent visit, the Immortal should be learned with the methods of waiting right outside an Immortal hating city. The second reason he shared with a hypothetical scenario. "You got hated enemy in a house. You gonna be there to get him when he gets out? Or you gonna be far away so he can run?" The third, based on conjecture of something he hoped would not be true. "He has to be somewhere to put on his show right?" If he could do it from far, a lot of Immortal haters in Etzos would be smited by now.

There was more to talk about, of Doran, of Oscillus, of Xiur, and maybe even Etzos. However the play was at its conclusion, its actors only around for the applause as there was nothing else to show of Doran's infamous deed. F'mos was not going to take any chances of any member of the audience recognizing Doran now and, taking note of the Aukari he was speaking to. He did not need that sort of attention in Etzos. "Maybe he call me when he goes on the hunt, yeah?" or maybe not. "Maybe Etzos will put on show for me too" he said, and gestured at the stage. The moment Doran was distracted was the moment F'mos will take his opportunity to leave, just another member of the crowd who enjoyed the exploits of the celebrated Doran.
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Doran
Skill Knowledge:
➳ Appraisal: Appraising a weapon
➳ Deception: Hiding who you are
➳ Detection: A face in the crowd
➳ Interrogation: Finding out where somebody's allegiance lies
➳ Investigation: Investigating people's opinion of you
➳ Persuasion: Mentioning a reward in order to ensure somebody's loyalty
➳ Storytelling: What really happened in Oscillus

Other Knowledge:
➳ Nauta: Aukari
➳ Nauta: Thinks Faldrun's a bastard
➳ Nauta: Thinks you are brave
➳ Nauta: Is connected to Syroa somehow
➳ Nauta: A potential ally?
➳ Nightshade: One of Xiur's people
➳ Xiur: Might be waiting outside of Etzos

Loot: N/A
Injuries: N/A
Fame: N/A
Devotion: N/A

Points: 15 | These points cannot be used for magic.
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Nauta
Skill Knowledge:
➳ Appraisal: Consumables has to be something people actually want to use
➳ Alchemy: Still-moka: Mutagen made of stillborns
➳ Intimidation: Confirm the truth by testing on the statement's source
➳ Stealth: Approach from the back
➳ Interrogation: Use innuendos no one else understands
➳ Negotiation: Hint a better conflicting offer
➳ Tactics: Use the carelessness of your enemies
➳ Stealth: The crowds is the best concealment in the city
➳ Blades: A stab in the back is just as effective as any other

Other Knowledge:
N/A

Loot: N/A
Injuries: N/A
Fame: N/A
Devotion: N/A

Points: 15 | These points cannot be used for magic.
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Comments:
I will admit, I have never read a thread from Nauta, so thank you! I also enjoyed reading more of Doran, though you two plotting to take down those dang Immortals is both an exciting plot and yet darkly sad. To have a play that features you … haha … that’s a bit of a strange compliment, right, Doran? Love it.

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