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5th of Vhalar 718

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Devin
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5th of Vhalar, Arc 718

When Devin woke up that morning and looked out of his bedroom window, he noticed that it was raining rather heavily and that the rain was blood red. Unlike the majority of the citizens of Scalvoris he wasn’t worried in the least. On the contrary, he was excited because he had predicted that event, and he had predicted it several ten-trials before that fraud Joelle who everybody seemed to admire so much.

Grinning, all over his face, he slipped into his black robe, stuck a fake moustache onto his face, covered his face with makeup to make his skin look slightly darker and put on a wig so that people wouldn’t immediately recognize him – because he wouldn’t be Devin Thorn that trial. He would impersonate someone!

Once he had made sure that his disguise was in order, he loaded his fortune telling supplies (a tent, a large crystal ball, tarot cards, folding chairs for his clients to sit on and so on) into a small hand-drawn cart and walked out of the door because he intended to take advantage of the blood rain for however long it lasted. People would be desperate, they would be afraid, and they would practically flock to him, hoping for a bit of advice!

In his right hand was a crimson umbrella with little white flowers on it because he didn’t want to get wet – wet clothes were ugly, and you could get a cold if you walked around outside wearing wet clothes in Vhalar as well – and because he wasn’t completely sure what would happen if the blood rain came in contact with his skin. Actually, he wasn’t sure at all what would happen, and he didn’t really want to find out either.

Soon, he was panting because his little cart was quite heavy, and there seemed to be something wrong with one of the wheels – it didn’t seem to move properly. At first, he considered setting up his tent in the town square, as usual, but wet people in wet clothes in a cold, wet tent weren’t particularly appealing, he realized, so he changed his mind and pulled his cart towards the Knight’s Rest Inn instead. Before long, he was sitting at a corner table, his supplies next to him, a glass full of fine wine in front of him and an expensive cigar in his hand, listening to the people around him and grinning under his hood because they were all talking about the weather and what it could possibly mean.

“You know”, he remarked, trying to make his voice sound even deeper than it really was. “I already told people that it would rain blood red back in Ymiden – much earlier than that fraud Joelle who probably stole the prophecy from me. I can help you. I’m the famous Theophilus of Viden, and I know exactly what is going on!”
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Devin doesn’t really have the gift of prophecy, he just thinks he does. He told someone that it would rain blood red in Vhalar because it sounded cool, and it came true by accident. He’s a false fortune teller with a penchant for telling his clients really crazy things. He told Genuvah that he would become King Cassander’s new court jester and Nairi that she was secretly a Mortalborn, for example. Only join this thread if you don't mind being lied to!
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  • Due to an encounter with a magical tree Devin has bright violet eyes.
  • Devin has fancy black claw-like nails. The Grafter Rakvald made them from the spines that grow on the dubaebo's back and attached them to Devin's hands.

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Devin owns a Ring of Reversal. He's always wearing it, unless stated otherwise.

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*Speaking Rakahi
*Speaking Common


The city was strange, whispers of prophecies, of those who could see things others could not. Korva had never held much stock in them though she found it interesting to listen to those who did and made for great story fodder. This however, was an entirely uncharted waters. It had been days of it, as if the changing of the season marked a darker change, even prompted some ships to leave port once the rain had started. She would have no where to head to if she left. It wouldn’t be smart to travel in just her sloop with no destination and no help but that didn’t stop Korva from thinking about it for a moment while she listened to the rain beat heavily on the deck. The days had been passed sitting below deck after the Biqaj had given up trying to clean the deck with sea waters that just swirled the red rain around like blood spatter. It was a morbid design even if it thankfully it didn’t leave the stench of real blood even as it stained everything as if it was.

Her cloak would probably be trash if it didn’t stop raining whatever it was but Korva couldn’t stay cooped up another day. A tavern where she could rinse off would be worth the walk. The humidity hit her with surprising force, from the ground as she exited the docks seemed to have red fumes that let the air with a rusty haze. For a port city the streets were strangely empty, shop still open, busier than most days with everyone trying to escape the rain as much as possible. It made it easy to spot the tavern under the hood of her cloak, people streamed in like an endless river but trickled out with reluctance, feet splashing against the bloody pools. She followed suit, picking up the pace into the drier tavern, almost too hot inside from the pressed company, the rain leaking it’s humidity in even as she scrubbed her face. The red smearing across it like a new wound before a smug voice ran out, pausing her motions.

It was like as if someone had drawn a sword in the tavern. People either moved far away from the table or moved towards like moths to flame. Korva was part of the latter, moving in with curiosity

“What ya say?” The Biqaj asked casually, plopping across from him as she tried to decipher his Common with lackluster effort, and speaking with even less effort in disjointed Common. Her accent was thick and slurred, her clear changing colored eyes the only thing saying she wasn’t drunk, “Ya know? It rain Ymiden? Why?”

Other voices echoed similar sentiments with more verbose, some even booed from away, another name of a woman permeating the air again as she surveyed his table, throwing her hood back to reveal the unkempt mane. Fortunes. These were fortune tellings, something Korva held no stock in but stranger things had happened, and clearly this man and the mystery woman, Joelle, knew something.
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ન'ઊળઇ૯ ૧એ૪ઇ૮ ઔનઌઈઇ પઇ, પબ ઇબઇ૮ ૯રશ૧ મકઇ ૧એબ. --Korva
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“The Immortals, of course”, Devin replied in a matter-of-fact tone and looked across the table, at Korva, before he gestured for the people around them to come closer with a rather theatrical gesture, listen to what he had to say – and subsequently hand over some of their hard-earned money. “They are all connected even though they don’t seem to have anything in common, you know? All the bad things that happened last Vhalar and the Vhalar before that are connected in some way. In 716, the shadow beasts attacked, and a great battle took place on the frozen plains of Oscillus. Last arc, King Cassander of Rynmere decided to burn people alive – just because they were mages – and here in Scalvoris the menagerie was attacked. The Immortals are up to something, and I know where the answer can be found. Do you want to know where?” he asked, raised his head and looked Korva directly in the eyes for a moment. For a moment she could see the flash of something purple under the hood – Devin didn’t have normal brown, blue or green eyes. No, his eyes were a bright shade of purple!

“By the way”, he added in an almost casual tone and gestured towards her face that was a rather interesting shade of red due to having come in contact with the unnatural rain. “You really shouldn’t get this stuff on your skin. Bad things might happen. Here, take a handkerchief!” he told her. He pulled a lacy white handkerchief that he had once stolen from a noble lady out of a pocket of his robe and handed it to her so that she could wipe her face with it. It was just then that he heard somebody boo. A moment later, a couple of people joined in. Devin turned to face them for a moment and grinned at them, as if their behaviour amused him before he focused on Korva again.

“So”, he said. “Do you want to know more or not? If you aren’t interested in hearing about the great catastrophe that is going to take place – which would be extremely careless - I can also tell you your fortune. I learned the art of fortune telling from the great Master Anselmus Accius Accoleius, Pope of Yaralon, Beloved of Edasha and Chosen of Ziell who gave me his Book of Secrets!” he claimed, acting as if he expected her to have heard of his teacher – that he had made up, just like the rest of his story.
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Appearance

  • Due to an encounter with a magical tree Devin has bright violet eyes.
  • Devin has fancy black claw-like nails. The Grafter Rakvald made them from the spines that grow on the dubaebo's back and attached them to Devin's hands.

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Devin owns a Ring of Reversal. He's always wearing it, unless stated otherwise.

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Korva
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*Speaking Rakahi
*Speaking Common


“Oh aye, yer right.” Korva thought back to the previous seasons and arcs, the cold season had been progressively worse. Some people even nodding, pointing out other things going wrong, one lady claimed darkly that Idalos was going to die and all the mortals with it, muttering about how the Immortals were angry before stomping to the fire. A few others sat at the table as well, as if waiting for more.

He spoke too fast for her too catch everything but the gist of it was enough. Other words she put aside for further examination so she could use later. Now when she needed to speak Common she couldn’t. Ma would be pleased to know ignoring her lessons had bite in the ass. Which almost made her wish she was back in Na’haer, right up until Rivans face flashed before her eyes, gut twisting in guilt and a small pang of want. The biqaj drummed her fingers, impatient with herself because now was not the time, not with blood rain drying on her face and possibly more to come.

Gauging the man before her, Korvas shifting eyes met his purple ones before she gave a slower appraisal than before, strange eyes but he couldn’t be one of hers, his voice was all wrong. Hers and U’freks or not, fortune or fate the teller know things, at least he had to dropping names of both Immortals and, judging by his expression, people of import. It was obvious something was happening but who was to say whatever else he said would come true but red rain meant that she should leave. Maybe. The man seemed so confident and yet he didn’t flee, it made her uncomfortable as she took the handkerchief, unsure if she should join the booing or take the information. U’frek drown it all, she thought as she wiped her face then tossed it back to the man with a nod of thanks and a nervous smile but she needed to know if she should stay in Scalvoris or if it’d be safer to coast sail during the cold season. If it was gonna get worse than blood rain she didn’t really wanna stay and see, “Yer gonna me things? Tell. ‘Bout town. ‘Bout me. Go on.”


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ન'ઊળઇ૯ ૧એ૪ઇ૮ ઔનઌઈઇ પઇ, પબ ઇબઇ૮ ૯રશ૧ મકઇ ૧એબ. --Korva
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