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He smiled at the young woman in front of him "They sound like my sort of people. And you have a very familiar accent. Do we know each other" He spoke calmly but his deep voice added a small amount of roughness to it before taking a small drink of his whiskey "And can I buy you two lovely ladies anything to drink?"

Ohgdenn was surprised to see that he only took half of the gems offered, he had grown accustomed to most only assisting in return for such monetary gain. It was quite refreshing to say the least. The boy excited at the prospect of such freedom in choice "That is most intriguing! I imagine the materials brought to you directly effect the culmination of the summon?" He questioned, mumbling a few afterthoughts as he quickly brought out a notepad and scribbled a few interests down. Ohgdenn digging around in a few pouches as he ascertained Chinafel' question. He didn't want to reveal that everything on his person at this time was every material possession he had, and instead laughed nervously "I have some materials I believe will meet a few of the requirements, but for the rest I suppose I'll need some help in that regard" He said; already knowing where such help would come from...as loathsome as it was.  "Quite right, then follow me if you please! There is a...bar in town that will assist in our needs." He said, cleaning his glasses out of anxiety. Their trip taking them to the outer reaches of the city and delving into far more...seedier neighborhoods. "Ouroboros is a safe have for the transient and travelling, while I don't much like the music, It is the only place I have to stay currently. If I am to ever grow beyond the helpless twelve year old I am...I'm going to need your services" He mumbled, shivering as they passed a few figures eyeing them over. The pair reaching a outlandish purple building, encapsulated by a slithering violet snake that wrapped around the corners and gave it an eerie, but almost cute theme. The door's a vivid seafoam green with A doorman relaxing back in a chair. The man fully dressed in a duster and obscuring his full face with a wide brimmed cowboy hat. A silvery jaw marking some sort of mechanical reconstruction as he raise his head and eyed the two.  "Salutations, Wirejaw. I am just here for my room. The one...C...Calypso allowed me to stay in..." Ohgdenn chattered, obviously unnerved by Wirejaw's intensity. The bouncer eyeing the two of them with silvery eyes before giving a grunt tumbled from his pneumatic jaw "Go on in then, just make sure you and yer friend don't cause no trouble. She may bend the rules for ya, but that still don't mean you can do what ya like" He warned before nodding toward the door and returning to his faux nap. The boy giving a respectful nod before taking Chinafel inside.  Ouroboros had existed in Blairville for only a year, and yet it gained quite a reputation for it's business practices; Marketing as a source of every sinful entertainment one could ask for and being headed by an Illustrious woman known as Calypso. Calypso and Gilandriel both owning Ouroboros and seeing to it's many functions, but Calypso was far more starstruck than her reclusive partner and gladly became the face of the company. The bar itself possessing a wide array of drinks and mixes from all over the world, and even having it's own curious flair. The two entering into a large open space where patrons sat at various tables, and even danced to the music that blared from seemingly everywhere. Ohgdenn giving Chinafel an extra pair of earplugs as he was prone to wear while traveling to his room. A stage visible ten feet ahead with currently no show on display. A bar having the most patrons crowding around it to their farthest right, both watching A well dressed man weaving magic through the air and infusing glass before him; an orange tinged drink being presented to an awestruck woman . his gold skin making his magenta gaze more prominent through the locks of periwinkle hair. The sound of sudden cheers catching her attention as many started to crowd around the stage placed directly in the center of the main floor; the bar hugging the far right corner. both of them seeing the crowd growing around a woman in a jeweled dress. Her hair long and sparkling gold, and matched her eyes as the room filled with the music of her voice as she started a performance.    "She is an absolute treat isn't she? My daughter has learned quite well~" An abrupt voice spoke behind them, a once unoccupied seat to their left now possessing A most evocative woman with eyes of sultry hot pink. A lackadaisical smile touching her perfect lips. Ohgdenn feeling a crackling against her skin as though this woman possessed an intoxicating aura, he hated how Calypso made him feel. She possessed snake earrings that looped through her elven ears a few times before the sapphire eyed heads perched at the pointed tips. Her hair an ocean of silver and gold locks that flowed down her exposed back and hung off the stool. her dress enrapturing her physique in a tightly woven pendulum of anticipation that dared to come lose and expose them to a wave of emotions they hadn't expected to combat today. Ohgdenn practically melting in her presence before managed to choke out words "Salutations...Calypso..."

ow many times would he die to be reborn again? How many would fall beneath his infernal blade? For how long would he wander the earth until he found the man who had robbed him of everything? When would he face his twin brother in their battle of destiny? Most importantly, when would he reunite with the woman who had given him a reason to live in a time that seemed long gone. However many times it took. Once before in another life did he wander the port with hair that was solar and a heart that was as sharp as his intricate swordsmanship, so to revisit the same lands was once more paralyzed him with crippling deja vu. The tension was palpable, but the apathetic visage of the swordsman revealed not what his mind dared to wonder. In the mantel of his temporary living quarters he had placed the amulet of his beloved, not daring to take with him a charm that could become soaked in blood.  Evaristus Sicamedes knew that the day would come. From the moment he was inducted into the ranks of the emperor's military parliament, he was sure that he would see use. However it wasn't him alone that was brought into the fold, but Jackson as well, who seemed reluctant, but willing to follow the grand master to the ends of the earth once more. Questioning his reasoning, Evaristus would only grin weakly. To gain information, and power, meant to convene in powerful allies that could give him the influence necessary to grow once more. It was the same in his past life living as a envoy of Kadia, and it was no different. In exchange for the knowledge of their taijutsu, their world, and of the surrounding lands and world beyond, he would act as a protectorate of the emperor and serve all of his desires. The ghost-haired swordsman was all too familiar with the sentiment.  “Please allow me to stay close by your side during our tenure here...” Evaristus spoke just after the Emperor made his declaration. “The only sword I believe in is my own.” This wasn't an insult to his nation or those who served beneath him, but a testament to the emphasis of will that he placed within his newly found blade, the Einlanzer. A far different ancient weapon than most he had observed through both text and his time wandering the continents of Valucre, the veritable, puissant blade was monotonous where it rest along his back. The jade hilt itself seemed to beckon for those to grab the great sword if they dared, but the two who tried since his revival had met a death as swift as his own at the hands of Gabriel.  Adjusting his ivory garments and crimson, cotton belt tied along his waist, the six foot seven sage knelt next to Ozu whom he had managed to get acquainted with along the way. He was young, and it was clear he wasn't used to being away from home— but his vitality and willingness to accept what was beyond him was indicative of his maturity far beyond his years. Adjusting the leather cords along his cobalt bracers, he awaited the word of the emperor and all others who would speak.    @Twitterpated @Aleksei @Chappu @Dreamer @Etched in Stone

“Twistlin?” The stranger frowned back at Charlie, scratching his beard. “Doesn't ring any bells, I’m afraid. Though I did know a Mr. Tristain, once. Lovely fellow, damned shame about that whole incident with the hydra…” He trailed off as over a dozen bows and one sword were pointed his way. Well then. Seemed he’d have to save the hydra story for another time… that is, if he could discover a means of escaping this mysterious jungle alive! “Sirs, Ma’am,” he began, doffing his hat and taking a bow, “Baron Augustus Von Hensch, at your service! I haven’t the foggiest idea what a Twistling may be, but if I needs must convince you of my good intentions, then so be it!” He strode forwards, extending one gloved hand before him. “Hand over your vile concoction, now. And please, someone explain to me… how in Odin’s name did you manage to get a damn elephant up here?” @EpicRome23@zackrobbman  

A ship cut through the southwestern waters off the coast of Corinth, its speed as impressive as its elegant motions on the waves. It was of a sleek design, small enough to be quick and maneuverable, yet large enough to carry crew and supplies enough for long voyages. The designs of its sails and hull were clearly foreign to Terrenus, and those with a wider area of knowledge beyond that particular continent; even more unfamiliar. As if to add to that, designs and runic symbols of a language unknown﹘otherworldly even﹘design decorated the sails and hull in patterns that had clear meaning. There was unmistakable magic in the ship. A tall and lean figure stood on the deck at the bow of the ship, long silver hair pulled back into a ponytail. His features were sharp and indisputably beautiful, his long pointed ears marking him for one of the elfkin. Golden skin set him apart from his similar but distant cousins that populated Valucre, holding an almost metallic quality to it. Clear blue eyes stared across the waters, sharp enough to see across the waves and spray to see the port that was their destination. He smiled brightly, with an unerring confidence of one of his kind could display. “Captain Findruil!” He called, his voice cutting through the air. “Port Moon is in view, make way, I am eager to meet these Mythal.” He said, turning and stepping across the deck. He wore a mixture of red robes gilded in gold, and silveril plate. A combination that would make one think of a caster and warrior combined, which he had heard from his friends in Kadia was not as rare an occurrence here than his own homeworld. It was intriguing but he paid it little mind, such was to be expected. His right hand rested on the artisan silveril hilt of his sheathed blade. The ship adjusted its course, threading its way towards the Mythal port, catching the wind and cutting the distance more quickly than before. Only when they had neared enough to coast did the captain order the sails to be lowered as the approached the docks of Port Moon. The long and sleek ship coasted smoothly alongside the docks, slowing to a stop in a precise manner that only ones who have sailed for centuries could possess. Once moored they lowered the gangplank, allowing Aolis and his guards to disembark. @Aleksei