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Wed Dec 27, 2017 5:21 pm

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Zi'da 39, 717

Clink.

The hybrid almost wanted to look upwards at the sound, nearly instinctively glanced upwards to verify visually what he already knew in an auditory sense, what logic had spoken to him with the whisper of a crackle. The noise sounded again, resounding softly through the armet he wore, the sharp crackle of ice as it was shattered underfoot, or perhaps even the shattering noise of bone when it was torn free from its ligaments. The noise was not altogether unfamiliar; it did snow down in Etzos, but he had never truly expected to hear the crackle coming from above as opposed to below.

The hailstorms that had come through Scalvoris in the past few trials had been altogether infrequent, but nevertheless common enough that he had grown at least somewhat aware of a few basic rules. One such was that when the hail began to fall in sharp shards, when it began to clink against the dome of his helmet, then it was best to simply continue walking as opposed to looking upwards. He had observed at close-range as an Element gazed upward with some astonishment at the sight only for one of the aforementioned shards to burrow through his visor and strike him directly in the head. It hadn’t killed him, thankfully, but it had damaged one of his eyes rather roughly, and the hybrid had taken the misfortune of another as a lesson learned.

It was easy enough to keep the shards of ice from harming him, considered the hybrid as he considered maneuvering through the frost-covered ground, talons raking through snow as though it were an inconsiderable entity; in truth, it was rather frustrating how cold it made his feet, and he recognized that he would likely need to pause after a while so as to avoid any effects of frostbite upon the exposed limbs. The armor he wore did little to keep out the cold, but at the least it did well to keep the heat he exhibited trapped inside its metallic confine.

He was exploring, though he had long since abandoned any pretense of scouring the island for its assorted landmarks. No, instead he was searching to see if there were any others with a less than reasonable moral compass, others who might be capable of assisting him with a special work after he had gone. Crimson eyes glared outwards upon the frost-bitten world, observing the way that sky-borne icicles fell from the heavens and rapt with such forceful intensity upon the surface below, like stars themselves plummeting from their celestial home unto the ground.

Clink.

Altogether the town seemed quieter than normal, the assorted residents of the town having been driven inside by the icy knives plummeting to the ground. Yet, the twilight hybrid thought that he could hear at least some vestige of noise, a tiny inkling of difference when compared to the auditory shriek of the wind. He pin-pointed the noise like a great predatory bird, beginning gradually to close upon his prey, curiosity driving him forward despite the chill. Certainly, he could have gone indoors, have returned to the tavern where he had stayed for so many trials, but what would be the point of having gone to a foreign island if one planned only to sit indoors? Besides, now that he could determine the noise; a yell of some sort, an angry and baleful noise, he was more than determined to track it down.

And so, he set out towards it, listening intently until he heard another-

Clink.

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Fri Dec 29, 2017 6:38 pm

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Wind had always been the most unpredictable, and unprecedented of all the remaining elements. It did whatever it wished whenever it wanted to do so. Wind had often been relentless when it wanted to be, and when combined with water; the situation only became more deadly. Water and cool enough winds created snow, which eventually created hail, which brought about blizzards, snow storms, and death. Frost bitten skin riddled with flakes of snow had been all that could come of the cold seasons. Death practically loomed over the heads of wary travelers unprepared for the temperature. Zi'da was harsh, but Cylus was the very definition of true brutality. Scalvoris itself could never properly prepare for Cylus when the lack of sunlight starved the plants of the very nutrients they required to survive. Several animals starved to death due to the lack of vegetation, and some adapted to chew through several layers of snow.

However, through all the brutality from the current season, and the coming one humans have survived through it all. Humans were adaptable, and powerful even in the face of despair; perhaps that is why Merces hated them so much. After all he was no longer a human, and as he progressed with defiance he became more element than he was man. However, there was one particularly angry man yelling at the wind for being so swift, and god awfully cold. Mercy spent his time in an argument that he obviously could not win. The wind refused to touch him anymore, but there he stood at a random clearing in the woods yelling and running around chasing the wind as it escaped him.

The sorcerer grew tired incredibly fast, and stopped in his tracks. There he stood black clad in his tall leather boots, leather short trousers, Master-work leather tunic with several zippers and buttons, with a black undershirt and an extravagant feather cloak. He was warm in comparison to the average person as he did not experience the wind chill as the average person did. His hair had not been disturbed, nor had the cloak of thousands of feathers move so much as an inch. Anyone who observed such a thing would notice how incredibly odd it was. However, Merces turned to the very next element that came to mind in an attempt to halt the wind, fire.

Surrounded by fuel, the sorcerer decided to take the opportunity to set several small sticks ablaze. The cerulean flame exited the palms of the outstretched digits of his right arm. As the bundle of tinder caught fire, the flame danced about elegantly with a personality of its own. The manifestation was a small one, but it had been coaxed into the size of a large bonfire. He could do more, the limitations were now higher than he expected them to be previously. With a bit more ether exhausted he continued to allow the flame to grow and become larger until it was the size of a pyre. The large amount of cerulean flame set ablaze two nearby trees, and engulfed them both. These were new capabilities, and such new abilities had only been the beginning. From the pyre of flame a small amount leapt away from the surface of the wood, and seemed to take a circular shape with flame that danced about the circumference. The fire never went out and seemed to feed on the ether that surrounded him; this was the guardian.


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Tue Jan 02, 2018 5:02 pm

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The elements had always been fascinating to consider, at least from a literary or figurative standpoint. In reality they were simply those things which made up almost everything else, and so they weren’t necessarily as intriguing in such a state. Noth, however, preferred to think of them from their figurative meaning, to question and contrive assorted answers to the reason why certain elements were associated with different qualities. Some of them were logical when considered, but others could be somewhat vague in their creation. For example, it seemed reasonable that fire was ‘hungry’ because it could swallow up an entire forest and continue in its path of destruction, but it was far more confusing to consider why fire was thought to be passionate. Did a flame ever display any sort of emotion when it went about its work, or was it dulled entirely to the sensation of feeling, and instead determined simply to accomplish its objective?

He continued along in his path, growing steadily closer to the noise of aggravation that had reached him bits ago. Where once he had considered that the noise might be emanating out of a structure; a particularly rowdy tavern or a bawdy brothel, he now realized that the noise had been coming out of the nearby woodlands. There was a sense of familiarity that rippled through the hybrid as he marched between the rows and rows of trees, passing by vegetation that had long since abandoned any pretense at life and simply fallen away into remains reminiscent of a skeleton.

All life seemed to pause to a certain extent when the frosty bitterness of Zi’da reared its ugly head. The chilling winds battered back any semblance of hope that remained in those creatures who wished to continue in their daily routines, and sent them scattering for caverns and caves in hopes of hiding away from the frigid temperature and surviving upon the layers of fat they had managed to procure whilst the sun still shone in the sky. Even the trees themselves came to a comatose state, allowing their leaves to paint the floor in muted reds and browns whilst they sat as scarecrows, branches jutting forth from their trunks like frail appendages.

There was a flicker of light further ahead, beyond a particularly thick patch of vegetation, and the hybrid sighed, realizing that he had reached his destination, observing as the air itself carried his declaration of curious intrigue upon its surface. He stepped beyond the bushes, and immediately paused in his internal monologue to consider the things revealed to his eyes. Where once there had been only an icy cold, he could now feel the faintest vestiges of heat pouring off of a surprisingly intense fire beginning to grow and grow as it ate away at nearby fuels, stripping them of any hope of surviving the wintery cold and instead converting them into an ashy white to match the snow.

In the midst of the steadily growing inferno stood a singular figure, a specter covered in garments of black, the color of soot. The hybrid stood, observing him for several moments as he attempted to place why he had determined it necessary to set the forest ablaze in the midst of the winter season. Perhaps he had simply grown cold, and decided to start a fire that had grown to rather majestic proportions? The idea reeked of imbecilic ignorance the trill it came into existence, and was summarily cast into a mental oblivion befitting the physical one he now gazed upon.

He continued observing as a circular entity burst free from the flames, and yet, it seemed as though it was composed itself of brilliant fire. Realization and understanding dawned on the hybrid that he was observing a Defier at work, though the purpose for his pyromaniac exploits was still lost upon the perceptive Avriel. Fascinating, the hybrid considered as he watched, and then stepped forward so as to approach the blazing inferno. He did not fear it, because upon his arm was mounted the Null Gauntlet, fitted with its dangerous abilities.

“Playing with fire is a dangerous past-time, friend.” He called forth over the tops of the smoky blaze.

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Thu Jan 04, 2018 2:45 am

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The sorcerer watched in awe as the fire laughed maniacally whilst it engulfed several more trees and nearby vegetation. The cerulean flame devoured the bark of the trees first, and proceeded to coil about their shafts. The delicate leaves atop the massive plant too had become a brilliant inferno that could be seen for miles. There had been a purpose behind his strange behavior; he wanted to test the limitations of the power he possessed. The elements had developed a relationship with him over time and the sorcerer still misunderstood what that meant. Magic was parasitic, and as one progressed in it they would continuously mutate. What happened when a mage mastered the magic, and reached the capstone of their progress? Would they be killed, or perhaps consumed by the magic never to be seen again?

There were several questions that ran rampant in his mind simultaneously. Thoughts that would shatter the psyche of the average human. Were all sorcerers alike in that they developed complex thought processes? Merces all but lost his situational awareness, and momentarily forgot where he was. Save for the fact that he stared at the fire with such intensity that his eyes burned. The sorcerer wanted to experiment with something. What would happen if the sorcerer made direct contact with the flames using his bare flesh? Had the relationship between himself and his kin element yet grown strong enough for him to abstain from the consequences of open flame?

The crazed pyromaniac wanted to find out the answer to his multitude of questions. He paced forward, and listened to the crunch of leaves beneath his heavy boots. The sorcerer inhaled slowly, and exhaled as to ease the tension of the situation. Everything would be fine no matter what happened correct? Fire was his closest friend, and he could speak to it. Why would the element want to hurt him after all of the work he has done for it? Merces thought to himself as his right hand rocketed toward the surface of the tree and slammed against it. Although he could feel the wonderful, inviting heat of the flame his flesh did not burn.

Confused at what he just witnessed; the sorcerer pulled his hand away, and then placed it against the surface of the tree again. Mercy ran several of his digits through the open flame too, and still he did not burn. He developed immunity to fire and had no indication of such a thing in the past. Fire truly was his boon companion, and no element like it existed. However, while he spent time enjoying his newfound discovery another person he assumed watched the entire show appeared.

“Playing with fire is dangerous” had been all he heard, before the sorcerer turned about with a large grin spread across his visage. Fire was not dangerous in the eyes of a defiance mage, and especially not when he had only recently gained immunity. Merces felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as the being approached. It had been the very same one from the tavern the other trial.

“Fire is no danger to me. Fire cannot burn me, and it can only burn those who lack respect for it. Who are you, and exactly what did you see?” Merces spoke aloud in order to challenge the man; if the creature could even be called such a thing. He spoke normally, and sounded no different than the average person. However, his figure, and something else had been totally different about him as compared to other people. Mercy was no coward, and even in the face of intimidation he stood strong although he should not have. Every ounce of strength in his being was slowly being chipped away at, and he wanted to flee but knew that he could not. The small circular entity of flame circled him several times, and seemed to grow impatient with the presence of the hybrid.

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Mon Jan 08, 2018 2:21 pm

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The twilight hybrid had seen incredible things out of the individuals under his command. He had observed as Maw assailed a young woman only to devour her very life essence, ripping it away from her in hungered mania until she was nothing more than a dry husk reminiscent of the stench of life. That had been his first encounter with the strange energies wielded by beings who regarded themselves with far more power than the average mortal. The next he had encountered had been Aerlan, and whilst their meeting had been brief, he had demonstrated a control of the world itself, sending a spike of stone jutting forth from the underground. Others had come since that vicious pair, Marrow with his ability to create abominations seemingly at whim, and Divinya now following in his deathly footsteps. He had observed the newest Defier in his ranks performing assorted abilities for the recreation of the lieutenants, and had watched as he swayed the elements to his whim as easily as one commands a trained dog.

It came as little shock to see that others could so greatly embody that particular ability. After all, it had been apparent that it was not something so rare that others could never understand it, and as with any talent, there were always those hidden away in the world who had perfected it to a greater degree than one’s initial interaction with it. He did question where the particular ability fell in the grand scheme of things, and whether or not the innate skill of controlling the elements was any stronger or weaker than that of raising the dead, or suckling the life away from a fresh corpse. Were they all compatible with one another? Could a person embody many different aspects and abilities, or were they restrained by some unseen universal rule to only take control of a single one? He made a mental note to question such things when next he ran across his minions so that he might better understand their nature, and ergo how he might direct it to his benefit.

The fiery personage span around in it instant at the sound of his voice, detecting him quickly and the hybrid noticed the large grin splayed across his features, as though he were proud of some achievement. Surely he could not have been so happy at having burned down such a small portion of the forest? Even in the midst of the cold season such things could be done by mundane means so long as one had enough willpower to see the act through. Recognition began to play across the hybrid’s face as he examined the fellow before him, the expression of sudden knowledge hidden away partially by the metal armet he wore on his head, though his eyes certainly carried it enough with their sudden widening and narrowing as he drew nearer.

The child spoke, declaring that the fire held no danger to him, and clarifying further that it would not burn him. That was a fascinating development, and the twilight hybrid locked it away in his memory, acknowledging now that those who controlled the elements were protected from their own actions. That seemed reasonable enough to the Avriel, but the next portion of the sentence, the declaration that fire only burned those without respect for it seemed to be the pithy vacuous behavior of someone who didn’t really understand anything at all. Fire burned both those who feared it, and who adored it, who kept it stoked and hot, and those who doused it with cooling water. The concept that it would somehow change its reaction based on someone’s attitude towards it was ridiculous and harebrained at best, and utterly imbecilic at worst. His voice seemed almost… challenging, and the hybrid was honestly uncertain of whether it was arrogance, or simply confidence in his own abilities. The fact that there was a swirling ball of fiery doom circling around him seemed to hint at the latter as opposed to the former.

“I believe we’ve already been over who I am.” He began, chuckling mirthlessly, “As for what I have seen, only the pyre in the woods that you have constructed without regard to the safety of the nearby city, nothing more, nothing less.” He tisked softly as he glanced in the general direction of the nearest city. “Now then. Might you like to explain your project, or would you prefer to lecture me over the fundamentals of flame as though I had never seen one in my life?”
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Sun Feb 11, 2018 7:05 pm

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“Very well, I am not working on anything in particular. I have become more powerful as time has passed by. With the practice of my magic I have gone from only being able to coax fire from one surface to another, to creating flame with my bare hands. Now I can create quite a large amount of fire, and fire protects me. I have developed a very powerful relationship with it, and as a result it continues to give me more dominion over its control. “ Merces spoke aloud, and took a moment to recognize who he had just spoken to. This was the same hybrid he encountered; the one that intimidated him entirely too much that night. He was intimidating for obvious reasons, and obviously did not need to be trifled with. The Sorcerer conjured up a plan in regards to escape, as he did not know whether or not the hybrid would attack him. The goal had not been to set fire to any portion of Scalvoris, but to test the limits of his power. Merces was no weakling, but in the face of such an intimidating creature he needed to be prepared both to die and to kill.

The cerulean flame alight within the irises of his eyes locked onto the hybrid. Merces examined every inch of his figure, and then parted his lips. He needed to ask questions, and come to a mutual understanding with him. Obviously this strange creature had to be skilled at something; otherwise he would not speak with such confidence in Merces presence. The Sorcerer could very easily set him ablaze, drown him, throw a boulder at him, destroy the earth beneath his feet, or throw him aside with a gust of wind. Yet, the hybrid did not show a single display of fear in the presence of the mage; what did he want?

“Yes, we certainly have been over who you are. You seem interested in what I am doing here, and thus I have to ask. What is it you seek, do you need a partner? Are you interested in some of my work ? I have a variety of skills that can apply to various situations.” He spoke clearly, but not loudly. The Sorcerer may have sounded arrogant, but he knew the extent of his abilities.

“I can become a cat.... a bird... a bear, or anything else as well. Anything that you need I can provide, for the correct price that is..”
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Mon Feb 19, 2018 9:08 pm

The twilight hybrid listened intently as the mage explained his project, or; perhaps more accurately, his general lack of a project. He spoke of how he was not working upon anything specific, nor apparently attempting to unlock any new vestige of his ability, but proceeded to state that he had grown in power as time went on. That had been the Avriel’s own experience with those who dabbled with the mystical and arcane sparks that flittered and fluttered amidst their chests, though he wouldn’t say that it was necessarily something that was restricted solely to the magical. After all, people typically grew better at skills the longer they spent at them, and he himself had grown quite proficient in his martial arts through both time and experience.

The arcane gentleman, if he could be called such, continued to speak, stating that he had developed a powerful relationship with the fire and that it was protecting him. That seemed somewhat odd to the Avriel, but he decided not to press any further questioning on the exact nature of his abilities lest he somehow strike a nerve. The man seemed to exhibit his abilities to an extent, a firebrand, quick to ignite if his assumptions were correct, and Noth imagined that for anyone else, whatever blaze he brought to bear would be quite intense.

Not for him, of course, but it was a seldom occurrence that an arrogant mage ran into a ruthless serial killer with a nullifying glove and a merciless mentality, so he supposed he could excuse any assumptions to the contrary.

The young fellow acknowledged that he was already aware of who Noth was, or rather, he was aware of the identity that had been granted him. In truth, the Avriel was quite careful to craft his identity and to reveal it only when absolutely necessary so as to avoid any undue tension or resistance that might rise up upon recognition of who he was. It was not as if though the people of Scalvoris knew him, however, and so he was fairly safe to regale them with whatever tales he desired about who he was, and of what his occupation and goals and lifestyle consisted. Lies, for the most part, but kernels of truth could be found even in the most deceitful of tales.

There was an offer of services, an intriguing assumption to come to, although one that was neither incorrect nor entirely far-fetched. It did not take an academic or scholarly mind to conclude that someone asked after another’s skills only because they were curious how they could be used to advance their own goals and agendas. Was that not the very nature of labor itself? Asking for assistance in areas where one was weak? Supplementing one’s weaknesses with others strengths to better achieve an overall goal?

It was something of a surprise to listen to the dark-haired fellow discuss his abilities, specifically those that involved being able to transform himself into an assorted variety of creatures. There seemed to be little in common with the beasts other than that they were fairly common, at least, they were common enough that most people would be aware of what they were as opposed to the more exotic beasts which required some additional explanation.

“You are quite right, of course. I am always intrigued and interested by the powerful and the deadly, no matter what… channel that strength follows.”
He genuinely didn’t care where people derived their energies so long as they didn’t conflict with his own morality, and even then the things that he truly considered inconceivable and unforgivable were a short list consisting of only a few bulletin points. “You are a Becomer and a Defier, then? I don’t believe I’ve ever met anyone with both abilities which is truly fascinating.”

He smiled wickedly, as though contemplating some dark plan within his avian mind, and perhaps he was doing just that. “I’ve certainly seen your mastery of fire. I may yet have work for you, though I do question whether you could become another person. I’ll admit, I’ve only seen the ability work in regards to animals.”
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Sat Apr 14, 2018 8:51 pm

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Surely, Noth may have only seen the capabilities of certain magics for their very mundane tasks. Becoming did have an affinity to be used on animals, but there had been quite a bit he obviously did not understand. Typically all magic had a one directional usage, but there could be other uses such as Defiance could eventually heal wounds. Destruction was indeed what it had been known for, but in certain instances the use was situational. The first step in being a becomer was to create a totem of self; if such a thing was true one could easily shift-bodies. Totem creation was subjective, and based upon what sort of creature the totem had been made from. Noth may not have known that, but he did not need to understand magic for he was no user of magic.

“I can very easily become another person, I could cut off one of your toes and become you. However, I am certain you would not want that. My mastery of fire, and several other elements is quite interesting. I can control up to three elements simultaneously which makes me all the more deadly. If you have work for me I would greatly appreciate such a thing.” Merces spoke aloud with a voice full of confidence.

Yet, in order to make himself seem more appealing to the mysterious man; Merces needed to tell a lie. There had been several plans for his future, Merces wanted to raise a faction of men and women. He had already been a mercenary, but he needed resources to do so. Nel was an important factor when it came to building a foundation. The very conversation held between the avian, and the sorcerer was the foundation of their relationshp. They needed to be partners in some fashion or another, and Merces had an interesting idea.

He would lie to noth, and say that he was the leader of quite a few people. He would spin a tale as to how the position of leadership came about. With parted lips; Merces spoke again in attempt to convince the hybrid. “You and I are quite alike in a multitude of ways, but If you allow me to work for you I will make you a deal.” Merces spoke and paused to think for a moment about what the terms of the deal could be. The services of multiple men and women; some that practiced magic much like his own in exchange for what?

“I am the leader of a faction of elite Mercenaries. Many like myself are practitioners of magic that you probably have not seen before. They are my people, and follow me loyally. They are at my service, and I command all of them to slaughter, save, and capture at my will. If you are willing to pay three thousand gold nel per three seasons I shall offer you my factions services, and loyalty. I have all of the resources, my own ships, my own sailors, and my elite.. What do you say?”

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It would not be a stretch to say that the twilight hybrid didn’t understand all of the facets of the power possessed by mages. He preferred to think of himself as at least fairly scholarly in terms of academic pursuits, but he didn’t fool himself into believing that he had a fundamental understanding over all things, or that he inherently possessed more knowledge than others. No, mages certainly understood their art and craft far better than he, and whilst it would be ignorant to disregard what he had observed entirely, he admitted that he did not know more than a handful of things.

Thankfully, the man seemed more than willingly to enlighten him on his abilities. Noth was not entirely certain if he would have done the same, but then again, he didn’t need any work beyond what he had already engaged in, whilst the fellow before him was likely fascinated at the prospect of potentially earning far more gold and luxury than he would be able if he continued alone. He made it clear that he would be completely capable of becoming another person if he desired, and made mention that he would sever the hybrid’s toe in order to accomplish the goal of becoming him if that were desired. Noth was intrigued by that notion, because whilst he had long suspected that a Becomer needed to steal a portion of a beast to become it, he had not had any confirmation of such in the past.

Crimson eyes began to analyze the fellow, scouring his physical form for any sign of the flesh that would be necessary in order for him to transform. In truth, however, the Avriel wasn’t entirely certain what he was looking for, and after a few moments he concluded that perhaps the man simply didn’t have the pieces with him, or else that he had overlooked them in his hasty examination. The man further spoke of his ability to control the elements, and whilst Noth was far more familiar with that particular set of skills thanks to the employment of other Defiers in his ranks, he was nevertheless still fascinated at the idea that the individual before him could control a trio of elements at once as opposed to simply specializing in a single one. He had been under the impression that Defiers were locked to a singular element at a time, but this fellow spoke as though they could be combined with relative ease.

The man spoke further of how they were similar, though he failed to elaborate greatly on their similarities. That seemed to the hybrid to be one of those empty sentences that persons spoke when they wanted to acquit themselves of guilt, or else to acquire the favor of a superior before making a recommendation or request, and the hybrid found himself smiling ever so gently at the prospect that the fellow considered him superior enough to attempt to make the comparison.

The hybrid listened intently as the man identified himself as the leader of a crew of mercenaries, though he paid little mind to the idea of them being ‘elite’. Most companies who fought for pay considered themselves to be extremely talented or else far more capable than their peers, but subtracting perhaps those dreaded few regiments that could be seen going out of Yaralon, he had seen little evidence that foreign mercenaries were excessively skilled, at least, no more so than the average conscript. There was an offer made to the hybrid, and he seriously considered it for a few moments. Three thousand golden nels was a rather substantial amount of currency, though he didn’t doubt that he’d be able to scrounge it together, and having a multitude of mercenaries, especially those equipped with magical abilities would be extremely helpful in stomping the threats to his organization.

“How many?” He uttered in response to the offer, attempting to consider just how many mercenaries would be acquired from the deal. “And, where have you fought in the past? With whom can I inquire to assure myself that you are not a wasted investment?” These seemed reasonable questions to the Avriel who expected at least some semblance of a resume to be presented before he even considered the notion of parting with the golden nels.

“I certainly have the money, though, your services would not be required here, but in Etzos.” He marked as an addendum, making it clear to the mercenary that he would not be serving here in Scalvoris even if the offer was accepted.
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As a note: Noth is a Grandmaster in Intimidation. That means that he's at least as scary as the Count from Sesame Street. Beware.

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“How Many” Had been the first of a multitude of questions to come that required answers. Merces had been confident enough in his ability to gather people. For the moment he had no one more than himself and Max; a woman who carried an immortal mark. She had been powerful in much the same fashion as he, but not in the same way at all. He was the destructive flame that could consume opponents; she was the storm at sea that swallowed their bodies whole. Together they were a potent force of destruction, and separate she was nothing more than a melee combatant. Merces became a weakling in her absence too; because he had not been trained in mundane combat before. However, unlike the many Defiance practitioners that came before him; Merces did not allow an opponent such opportunities.

Mercy answered the question with a sentence that would not give away too much information. “If you request two I will bring you ten. A fleet, and I will gather an army. Ask for an army and I shall bring you a legion.” He spoke clearly, and then asked yet another follow-up question in regards to those who he worked with in the past. Mercy worked with “The Kennels” as one of their personal mercenaries; until he stole from them, and “The Merchants guild”. There were several other independent tasks he had been assigned to perform by other common-folk. However, none of that information would be useful to Noth. For if someone found out that he still existed; they would likely make an attempt to hunt him down and slay him before the contract could begin.

Therefore, Mercy answered that question with select few words. “You may inquire about me to some, but I leave no witnesses in the wake of my work. There are some people who I have worked with that will tell you I am a lawless man who works for no one. There are others that will tell you I am a heroic figure that slays in the name of justice. There are even some that will call me, criminal, murderer, liar, and thief. There are few that want me killed as we speak. You need words from no other; I am not a wasted investment. Wait until you see how my crew and I work. We are truly the most powerful Mercenaries you shall ever come across.” Merces spoke audibly as to boast not only about himself, but his people.

Then came the interesting statement; the money had not been on his person, but in a land by the name of “Etzos”. Merces needed to travel there in order to serve alongside Noth, and fulfill the contract between them. All that the sorcerer needed to hear would be the conditions of his work beyond pay. What would be the consequence; good or bad, that would come of working with Noth? Could there be a potential to gather more territory? Would political power come as a part of the agreement to work with him for such a low price and excellent service?

“Three thousand nel will be our starting price. As we gather resources, power, and territory however that rate may be subject to change. I want a banner with a standard on it made for us as part of the deal. Any sort of power we assist you in acquiring I expect a small share. My people are working to become a nation independent of others. When we lay waste to your adversaries; I expect no less than that.” Mercy spoke to the hybrid, and walked away.

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