Walkverse Interlude One

 The four televisions where showing the same story but from different angles. As the different networks had different camera on the scene at the same. I had it on repeat and this was my tenth time watching the whole thing from the start to the finish, and the laughter finally finished.

I turned the Televisions off, and began to pass across my persian rug. "He has such class, it would be a shame for some one with that much style to be locked away. Though he is going to need help to get out." I state before looking over my team. At this point all of them have been working here at least ten years, though at least a one might be approaching retirement age. Would have to find a replacement. Its easy work though.

"Your retired Professor Chaos." Nick said breaking my run away thought. "You been retred for so long that very few people still actively talk about you."

"Semi-retired." I corrected him. "But I don't plan to break him out of prison myself. Do you have any ideas Nick?" Nick had been with me for a really long time. I knew he had more than enough to retire and live comfortable with the wages I pay him. He stayed on as my right hand man because he was my closest friend.

"Well Do to our policy of having given several gangs start up funds, I believe that we have several gangs in that city. Maybe we could give them a bit more funding and a push into that making a jail break happen." Nick explained and I nodded along with him as he spoke. The idea he had was actually better than any I had, but this new villain had got me itching to get back into the game. Hopefully I can do that via him.

"There might be one of them with members inside that we could prod to break out one of there members." Brenda added quickly, brushing a strand of bright red hair out of her hair in a frutile way. That hair always seemed to have a mind of its own and end right in her face. She had been just out of university with her marketing degree when she and a bunch of people applied for jobs here.

Nick had been the one in the interview room, I watched them all from the closed circut television. That would of been about twelve years ago now. Most of the people being interviewed where not intelegent enough, or those that where intelegent enough where ambitious enough to not be a lifer with a single company. Out of the finalists, me and Nick had chosen her, she seemed the best candiate. She sure had worked out too.

"That is as a solid of a plan as any that I was thinking of." I stated as I looked around the room one more time. Proud of the loyality that everyone here had, it was to me the most important quality. "Make sure you use one of the relable mercenaries as a middle man between us and the Gang that you find. I know that it might take a while to do the research to find the right gang with the right motivation, but I have faith in my team. Lets break an armless Doctor out of Jail."

Right as everyone one was getting up and leaving I couldn't help but utter my new modus operandus. "Being annoymous allows us to cause the uttermost chaos."

Helenarcis

 

I do not remember my birth, but from what I can gather from attending other births, I have a good idea. My mom was the one who went around helping others to help them in the birthing process. While I travelled with her to several of the surrounding Piney people I never did find it rather interesting. I did have a bit of a natural talent for medicine.

Piney's at least the ones that I have met tend to live in really small communities. My dad's job interested me much more than my mom's. Being part of a group that protected several of the small communities of Pineys from the Gnolls and other dangers of the Wode. To the point where Dad always said that I learnt how to wield weapons before I learnt to walk. The weapon is always a different type of weapon though, whatever it was I was using that assignment.

Though the weapon I have the greatest foundness for is the Crossbow. To the point where I figured out how to reload it much faster than normal. Though other weapons have advantages over the Crossbow. For example the Bow has a much farther range than the crossbow, and the net is good for entangling the enemy. One might want to gather information from the people who are attacking the hamlets.

Piney's are naturally good at finding tracks, or paying attention to when the weather is going to change for the better or worse. I happened to be slightly better at this than even my dad, it kind of fustrated him sometimes. Expesially when I caught the prey before him, never made sense to me why he would care about that, wasn't the goal to catch the prey.

Knowing what the prey you are hunting eats. If its meat or plant helps in knowing where to hunt for that greatly helps in hunting the prey. This is why Piney make good hunters. This is just stuff that we are good at. Its in our blood or it could be the fact that we are people of the Wode. Unsure, don't know, don't care to know why, for it doesn't effect what I do.

Being part of the people who help defend the hamlets did have good things happen. Keeping the area around safe requires you to be able to move heavy logs, move quickly and even break down doors. Forced marching was never really that fun, but it was a good thing to know.

I never learnt how to think while playing the game of Dragon's Chess, but I did understand how the moves worked. This caused me to not win many games, but that didn't stop the fellow Miltia from playing with me. My dad even played with me, but only at home, never with the Miltia.

Several years of working with the Miltia, I butted heads with them. They would not do anything but defence. Never deal with the issues themselves just keep the area they patrolled safe. When just out of that area there were issues that needed to be dealt with.

I went off on my own to deal with some of the issues that effected us, but where not in our area. The very first thing I dealt with was poachers. I knew before I even started that they where an organized group. Though I had to travel above the ground in the trees to find them.

They were rather easy to track down. Even those that thought they were hiding there tracks so well. The issue is people do not look up when they think people are chasing them. It is so funny to see.

The issue I kept running into is the fact that none of the Poachers would willing admit to being part of an organization without being scared out of there life. Though the issue is that when they admitted to being part of a larger organization it was never consistant, or useful information. It was rather frustrating, but after a few years of trying, I had at least killed over a dozen poachers. I knew there was a higher organization behind them, but I could not find it. So I gave up on that front and returned home.

It was two years later when there was more Gnoll's attacking than normal. It was hard for the milita to keep them out of the area. I went off on my own and hunted the gnolls. I vowed that that the issue of the Gnolls attacks would never be a problem again. If I couldn't figure out the poaching organization I would make sure that the Gnolls went extinct.

By the time the volcano started up, I was so good at hunting Gnolls, I had learnt everything about there paterns. Where to hit them to make them hurt more, and even there language.

Graz Journal Part One

 

Day One:
So, I am too old for festivals. But I always get a chuckle out of my loxdon friend losing money on card games. He knows me to well that I can not seem to win constantly or even often so its always fun to see him lose. Though the city official's know what is what, A good cup of' is always the best way to discuss business. I think it was a tea with some oil of bergamot in it. Either way the tea was delicious and wonderful. Like most good cup's is best served black, no additives in it.

I have had some just awful cups, and some cups that they added nasty tasting. When offered cup it is very rude to turn it down or make like it doesn't taste anything but good. Which means when your offered a truly and generally good cup you enjoy it. Heck this was better than my own personal tea, but than again why wouldn't the leader of the town get the best tea he can get.

I regret not taking some of there tea for my own uses. It was good tea, weather you believe me or not. I have a lot of regrets, it is what happens when you live a life as eventful as I have. Especially with since I started hanging out with these three others I am currently on an adventure with. They are very efficient in what they do.

We got our three horses and cart, and left the city for the more quiet country side. The first night I had a tea, and on my watch I practiced my lute playing. Trying to work on a new balled I am working on to show off how epic and gruesome my Loxdon's compatriots method of killing others truly is.

I sleep much better with a good cup of tea, than without a good cup of tea.

Day two.

Saw a sparrow in the morning, discussed with Mason if it was a good sign or an omen. Don't quite remember who was arguing for what, or what we came to in the end. I think it was just something to talk about rather than stare of into the forest. We did pass a few people walking down the road, we nodded to them and they nodded to us. Otherwise we did not interact with the people we passed.

Saved the tea for the night meal, the afternoon meal I just had water for it. The Cup was good, the meal was standard fair for the road. Any meal is greatly improved though with a good cup. All I have is standard Green, should of got some better stuff while in Thael. Another regret added to the pile of regrets, but can't focus to much on the regrets.

Once again I took the third watch, though this time I practiced my kick dancing. I say practice, but the dance is like second nature. I have done it for so many years of my childhood, and some of my young adult years in addition to just practicing it over the years that its as simple and straight forward as breathing. It doesn't take any mind power at all to do this dance.

Day Three

More birds today in the sky. I think one of them was a Sparrow. Wasn't sure. I don't remember what me and the others talked about. It really wasn't important. Though I do recall I played cards with the others at both meal. Some how I came out with the same money I went in, without gaining or losing money. That was a bit weird.

Once again the Cup made the meal so much better. Even a bad and awful cup will make a meal better. There is just something divine about a good cup. Or it could be I am over focused on a good cup because the food is awful and travelling from one place to another is always the most tiresome. Being in places is fun, its why I stayed with Ms Cellina for more than I intended to. Even when I was a child travelling was no fun. The new places where always cool and exciting, but the travelling itself, I could pass on.

I was suppose to take the third watch that night, but the Gnolls did a very good jo of trying to kill me. I think they nearly succeeded. Another near death experience, and like all the others time I have had them they tired me out. I think that the Loxodon ended up taking my watch. I know this because the rest of the travel is a blur except him complaining that he had to take the watch the whole time.

As mentioned earlier the rest of the travel was a blur. The next thing I recal was entering the town.

Town – Day One

We entered into the Town of Sourstone some time after the lunch meal, before the super meal. I was really glad that we had real food. It made me so happy to get the blood out of my fur. If you never had fur or blood in your fur than you have no idea how much blood sticks in your fur. I sometimes wish I did not have fur and had human style of skin. That would make the blood easier to get out, means that I would need less baths.

Just bath long enough to get the blood out, never any longer. Though I didn't bath tell after we ate, and the food was good. Tons of food is great after you have had days of rations on the road. The food that Nakara supplied was good, as was the info that was given. He mentioned the fact that the Flameborn came through here.

Took a while for me to understand who and what the Flameborn where. They are people who want to see the world burn so it can be reborn. An exploding volcano would sure do that to at least part of the world. I hope I am wrong that they are behind this. Would be so much simpler if it was just an easier fix than people, but than again the easiest fix tends to be people doesn't it.

I was planning on playing on the stage, the dust wouldn't of bothered me. I could of judged the crowd to determine what type of music would go well with the dance I do to best entertain them. Though while searching the room, the bed just looked so much more comfortable than the ground outside. I just had to take a nap. Than after doing a quick bath, I just had to nap more. My old bones ached.

I have never been this close to a religion. The Flameborn need to be exterminated. I should learn about the legit religion before I exterminate them. Tried to do that and talk with Abigail, unfortunately the fence caught fire and we had to deal with that. After the fire and attackers are dealt with will try to make these old bones remember to talk with her, or at the very least get her holy book from her.

Cav'Sran

 

Dear Brother:

I know you won't read this letter due to many factors. The main factor for why you won't read this letter is the fact that you are dead, and the dead can't read. I know your dead because I am the one who killed you, and I than burnt your remains and ground the bones, to make sure there was no easy way for you to return as an undead onto this world. You had already killed mother and father to power up your magics, and me and Isabela, your sister where next. You like most mages had gone power hungry and found a ritual to drastically increase your power.

You didn't expect me to realize what was happening, or know where the family sword was kept, or even how to use it. You had not kept up with the family when you went off to your school, I had the intelegence to go as well, but the family only sent you because you where the first born male. We were not well off enough for me to also attend.

I instead stayed home and worked the farm, and on my free time took some fighting leasons from the Blacksmith. You remember the blacksmith? The retired adventure who set up shop here to avoid the craziness of the world? Good Old Thrak. I wasn't as good at the sword as he was, but I was better than you were expecting me to be. That is how I got the drop on you.

Another factor for why you won't be reading this letter is it will be burnt to ash as soon as I finish writing it. Its hard for some one to read something that no longer exists. Your research though I kept around with me, well not the orginal. That is safely buried under your empty coffin.

Making sure Isabela was safe was the task that needed to be done, some where they can help her with her grief of most of her family dying. Some where that after her grief is done she can do good for the world. The monestary of the Red Lady. One of several monestary's of The Goddess Nik'ta who's followers do there best to heal: Soul, Body, Mind, and Spirit. In all ways, not just via the divine magic of there holy men.

Last I checked she was doing very well as a healer, I am actually very proud of her. I do not visit her quiet often incase some of my enemies come after her. I wish I could have her life but you took that away from me. You took away all my choices.

Now while I didn't understand what you wrote down, for I don't understand spellcraft. I do understand some what how magic works, but I do not need to understand to be able to copy it down. You can copy any language down without understanding it. Killing mages is what I specialize in, No one expects the guy in fancy clothes with a sword on his belt to be able to sneak into your room and Assasianate you.

No one expects the guy in fancy clothes who enjoys writing to actually be copying down mage's spell books. No one expects the Sword for hire to be good with locks. No one expects me to kill mages. No one expects the average looking guy to be anything but average.

The funny thing is if it wheren't for you I would still be at home working the field. Those that do know my skills, Know that I am deadly at killing mages, even though I am not a pre one race, but a mix of two. I was the bastard of the family.

Oh you are probable wondering what I do with the books, Well, I bury the orginal copy in a safe location that I should recall if need be, make a copy for my own records, and send a copy to my friends. The people who I went to learn how to be a better at killing, and the people who I tend to give me specific mages to kill.

I will be a legend in my field. I will be the thing that all mages fear, from the utterly weak to the extremely powerful. I will be the Mage Killer.

str – 11

int – 16

wis – 12

dex – 14

con – 11

cha - 9

Graz

 Unsure if its a nightmare or reality, the dream of being seperated from his family as they where fleeing something always seems to haunt me. It might be my earliest memory, it might just be something I was told when I was younger. I am unsure of what is true, but the earliest memory I am sure of is working for the Brothers Rechtic. The three brothers were real brothers. What with one being a Golaith, another being a river elf, and the last being a human. They where each played a different part: either juggling, dancing or playing many insturements. 

They travelled around the island to the many fishing villages taking there act on the road. I was the only other constant member of this act. There were a lot of temporary members that we would pick up in one town, and would leave the band in another. In those younger years, I never asked why that was. Only when I became closer to the age of adulthood did I start to understand things.

The temporary members where always the disenfranchised youth. Easy to move from one location to another, to be sold for labour. Depending on looks or skills would determine the costs. No one wanted a bugbear labourer is why I had stayed with the band for so long. This was the only life I had known for so long, I just couldn't even think about getting up and finding something else, so even after learning this I stuck arround for years.

It turns out that none of the Rechtic Brothers actually cared about me. I learnt this when I got arrested for fighting a horse. I still only remember parts of that fight, and its why I have sworn off Elven White Wine. The red I can still drink no problem. 

After getting out and being on my own, I would spend the next few years in and out of many different jails for various crimes. It was during one of these stays that I met Master Jonathan Macross, or so I was told at the time that he was a master. Seems Macross was not liked by a number of the guards. To the point where they would charge him four times the amount of other prisons for even the basics like food, and roofing. 

I saw a fellow kindred in Macross because he was built like a human dancer, and Dancing is what I loved to do in my younger days. So I shared my food with him so he could afford to get out of jail quicker without staying in jail longer for lacking the funds to keep up with the Jailer's extortion. He offered to train me if I so desired in the way of Being a Shadow Dancer.

About a year latter when I was twenty one, did I finnally find myself in Theal, that I learnt the truth. Macross wasn't the master of the academy, he was a student there in the past. He just seemed to rub everyone the wrong way and was kicked out. The fee to learn to Shadow Dance costed me, all the coins I had at that time.

Only after joining did I learn that I didn't join the academy. I joined the security for the academy, for the academy was for the heirs of some of the nobles to learn how to be noble's. The Security's job was to protect them and to be unseen as possible while doing so. This ment that my natural ability to blend in to the shadows helped. That coupled with a teacher ment that I slowly did learn some of the art of shadow dancing.

It takes a lot of dedication to keep up and improve the dancing of the shadows, but that coupled with the take downs, and punches learnt, I would say it is worth it.  So thats what I did for the next decade, is protect heirs and heiress from the shadow. Due to the fact that teenager's have a ton of energy, or play on the team, means that in order to keep up with them, I also had to be an athlete.

Something was missing, life was dull, so to figure out what was missing I started to use my skills I had gathered to start burglering homes. Gave life thrill learning the way around a thieve's kit, as well as learning how people thought. For example, some family's who came into a wealth via a fluke, tending to leave the upper floor's windows and doors unlocked. Thinking that the hieght and the security patrolling the grounds would be enough to stop theives.

Twenty four days after the thirty third birthday of mine I learnt how lucky I had been tell that point. For it was that day, that I learnt the hard way that the cities Profesonial thieves, or at least the ones I ran into, did not like me opperating in there city, without there special language. Being better organized, and in charge of most of the under belly of the city put me in a bit of trouble.

Enough trouble that I was run out of the city, without being run out of the city, if that makes sense. Common sense it I survived on for a few weeks tell I found a farming village. Falling back on my childhood days I put on a one man show with music, dancing, Juggling and more. The part that the crowd loved the most was a specific dance I did. Thats the one where you get your ass low to the ground and kick your legs really quickly infront of you. I could make it even better than normal by playing the music that goes with it on my Lyre behind my back, with these long arms of mine.

I made enough money to buy some fish at the general store. I was also able to convince a tiefling lady, Ms. Cellina, to let me stay with her for the fall and winter months. Helping her out around the house in exchange for food and shelter. It wasn't my plan to stay at her place for two and half years, but she was a very nice person.

Probable would of stayed even longer, but one day while out with Ms Cellina, a rowdy group of adventures where harressing the general store. I distracted them and decided to join them, for the quest to investigate an old tower deep in the Wode was intregring. To be honest with you, I am unsure if I left with or without saying good bye to Ms Cellina.

The adventures where mostly human: Cedric the holy man of Lezeferkin, Bella the Brute, Paladin the sell-sword, and the Erine Mage Marriona. From what I learnt after joining them, they did have a Satry named Tony who was not only the groups thief but also the one who organized this adventure. Though he had died in some type of encounter that went south. 

Getting through the Wode to the tower was not an easy task. Really glad that Marriona new the way there. Not sure what type of Mage exactly Marriona was but she did love her dark energy blasts. The tower was clearly old, but no one in the team being a mason, we could only guess that it was at least three hundred years old.

The first floor there was various traps that I was easily able to disarm, or get Marriona to activate from a safe distance if they where magical in nature. That and the Gargolye defenders, which if we solved the puzzle, probable wouldn't of animated and attacked. Getting through the first floor was the good thing, not how we did it. 

We took a rest on the stairs between the two floors for what felt like forever. Marriona need to recharge her limited ability to cast bigger spells than her dark energy blasts. It was about half way through the second floor while working on a mundane trap, I accidentally triggered a status field. Due to my agile nature I was able to keep half my body out of the trap, but it was still awkward being half frozen in a trap like that.

With Marriona hitting the trap with her dark energy blasts, and Cedric using the power granted to him from his faith they were able to overload the trap. The issue was the backlash and explosion that caused me to go to a forced sleep, though when awake from the sleep my soul felt different. The others had took all the loot and disapeared, I knew that without others I could no longer explore this Tower. And with my wildreness sense I knew that I would not be able to find it again.

It took some time to get used to the ability that my shadowdancing and the magic touching my soul. The ability to make sounds and images. Though not at the same time, was something that could I do at will. It took digging into my soul to get access to the ability to cast spells, and could only have a few spells relating to my ability to dance between the shadows. 

(Graz, Short for Grazithican))

Three Random Ideas

 Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction, I do not own the setting, deities, or locations involved. I do not plan to make money on any of this

The Blizzard Walkers are a small holy order. They seek out hidden catches at old ruins, weather they be Giant, Humankind, or other. Going off the grid for long stretches of time, wandering blind threw the wode. When the Blizzard walkers return to a settlement, no matter the size they will share the knowledge they have found in there travels.

It is no surprise really that to become a Blizzard Walker, one of the trials is to walk into a blizzard and make it out alive. If one can find the knowledge of a Blizzard one can find knowledge anywhere. They Believe that the more dangerous the knowledge, the more dangerous it is to have it in a location known by everyone is a disaster waiting to happen. That is why the last trial of the Blizzard Walker is how to give Sirsex the location of the knowledge they have hidden, so that no one but Sirsex knows where the information is located.

The Dogma and Deity that they follow and truly align with is that of Sirsex. There is nothing wrong with hiding your true intentions, tied with the fact that people do not tend to look deeper than surface level. The name and the trials should be enough to keep the true mission hidden. Everyone, Giant, Humankind, and the Wode has lost knowledge that needs to be either found or hidden better, and no one does that better than those who Walk the Blind parts of the world.

Ah you want me to thank me for saving your life and your wagon. Well to be honest we just happened to be travellers heading down the same road at the same time. It was no trouble at all.

Oh, That is interesting, some one of my age moving the way I did to defend us is not normal.

You want to know how I learnt to kill so well? See, you wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Well okay, I will tell you on one condition, you keep the ale flowing. Deal? Deal. So way back 300 or was it 400 years ago. A few of the Gods got together and made an organization. Yes there was the war against the giants, but there was other dangers of the world.

Yes the world is still dangerous now, just imagine before when we were fighting for a chance to make a place here. Hence what happened tonight.

Hmm. You want to know the name of the organization? That is a fair question.

Under the light of the moons, in the long shadows of the night, no danger shall escape for we are those who protect the roads. We are the Xanredor Sentinels. It is a rather fitting oath, and name.

Oh the name doesn't make sense to you? Well its simple, really. The Xanredor Sentinels are named after the moons: Xandarin, Eredin, and Orojor. As the oath stated, we are an organization that operates mostly at night.

Never heard of us? Oh well this is a large land and we do our best to protect all of the roads. Even if the people needing protecting are the giants. With how much roads there are and how few of us there are I can understand you never hearing about us.

Which of the Gods created the Xanredor? That is another good question. I knew you where you where a smart man when we started travelling to Rindelton together. That is something your not really going to believe either. But for protecting humankind you got Sillelio, remember this was before she went made. For operating in the darkness of shadows you had Anethrex. Yeah I know it doesn't make sense, but I trust those that told me, for they where there.

Then you had of course Nemevena for the operating at night which is her domain, and you can't have a warrior clad without Biezen's support. Oh?

Hmm? How did I learn this? Well Not only did I have a master and a few other apprentices beside me, I also managed to survive long enough to make it to the Convergence and talk with the members that I mentioned earlier. The ones that where there when the organization was founded.

Whats Convergence? Well what else would you call it when all three moons converge in the sky at the same time and are all (Full or new) moons? It only happens every fifty four years and two hundred and eight days. I being a human was lucky to make it even one, I am now way to old to make it to the next one.

Name: Fivin Liakeer Race: Wood-Elf Gender: Male

Age: Somewhere over 600 Location: Unknown Class: Ranger

Fivin after having spent a good chunk of his life fighting in the three hundred year war helped his friends lineage Rindelton set up a place for people to be safe. That was his life for a good while, but eventually Fivin got tired of being one of a token of people who had seen the war and just talked to as if he was well past his prime.

He just simply left his home in the middle of the night during spring and moved into the Wild. Figuring if he died there he at least would die on his own terms rather than on other peoples. Building a log cabin and harvesting fire wood keeps Fivin in good shape.

With the use of the magic spell Good Berry and making sure to replant trees when he cuts them down for firewood in the winter, Fivin has a what he would call a good life. It is also easier to avoid reverting back into being in the war again when your away from the distractions of city life.

There are times when he thinks what his kin think, if they consider him dead. There are times he considers just abandoning his cabin and heading back to Rindelton, due to the fact that by now he is probable forgotten. Though that brings up other issues like how does he prove to anyone he is who he says he is. Or how does he make money.

There are other times he considers trying to find a wood elf settlement to spend the last years of his life, but that brings about other issues. Such as having never been good at remembering where things are. Wondering aimlessly through the world to find people does not seem like a good idea.

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 Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction, I do not own the characters involved. I am just reinturepeting these characters. I do not plan to make money on any of this

The Family loves, the Family Protects

Team name: The Vafelier Vanguard

Home base: Pettit-ville, Ouest France

Members: five full time members, One Part Time, One former

Species: Fey, Demonkin, Angelkin, and Mutated

Threat level: Country

Notes: If they ever started fully trusting each other they would be a full global threat

Aura:

: Full Fey

: Mage :

Do not let her young appearance fool you, she is older than any human. Do not let her immature actions full you either, she is very well versed in her craft. For a prime example, her favourite way to great new people is to set off a harmless magical explosion in there face, for the soul reason that explosions make her happy. She is a mischief maker who can level a city block with her power.

Best to distract her with Trinkets if need be.

Lady Eleanor, Governess of Pettitville

:Angelkin:

Like all of her species she is a master of words, though she seems to be even better at it than most. Her words can do more than just move people, to the point where her words can physically hurt a being. There are even rumour that not only did she use her silver tongue to get her position of Governess, but also has killed numerous foes with her tongue.

The best way to deal with her is to find a way to silence her. The bonus of this methodology is the silence, if done well, can hamper both of the mages.

Note: It is known that Eleanor has at least three kids

Lark

:fey:

:mage:

The former member, presumed dead. If still alive he is even more of a use cannon than Aura, though his spells seem more focused than Aura's explosive magic. The total extant of damage that Lark would be able to do, or the mental state of Lark is an unknown.

Liber

:half-Fey:

:Unknown:

This being is not an ordinary being, the full extant of what he is eludes us for now. What we do know that he has much more power than his body can fully contain. There are plenty of times when this power boils out of his body and affects the world in weird interesting ways.

We do not know the true extent of his power, or if he is a plan mortal, but from our research it shows that he is a extraplaner being who has put a some type of spell on themselves to surpress all there power. We do not know the full extent of his power, approach with caution

Nux

:Mutant:

:Shapeshifter/Speedster:

Also Known as: Edward, Mz Francine, Jester, Lord Kendrick the Third, Odysseus Ord,

His shapeshifting allows him to take on the appearances of other people. With the fact that it requires him to shed the skin like a snake, but at a much quicker speed, causes Nux to have a very high appetite after eating. There are rumors that he alone keeps several restaurants open in Pettitville.

He has several black black belts and even though he knows how to do all sorts of martial arts, he prefers to kick people at high speeds. See both the tactics for dealing with speedsters and shapeshfiters in the reference guide.

Note: Seems to be married to one of the restaurant owners in home-base, under the Edward skin

Spyndra

:Mutant:

A talking spider the size of a tank who likes the taste of pastries. Otherwise no different than any house spider.

Velphira

:Demon-Kin:

She avoids the powers of her race and instead decided to find a way to be powerful on her own. She is a master of all weapons to the point she can pick up anything and beat some one else who has trained there whole life in melee combat. To reiterate avoid melee combat with Velphire.

Wears a scavenged powered exoskeleton which means she is the teams air support.

Also seems to be second in command behind Eleanor

For further reading on exact powers and abilities see the individual files on each member of the Vafelier Vanguard.

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