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  1. Tolok gave up on searching, since it would prove to be a waste of time, since he could hear more and more people interacting with eachother. It was pretty obvious that being a star searcher for his own, selfish purposes won't help anyone.He was able to listen to Wymp's reaction towards a corpse which was severed, apparently. Something like this was pretty strange, considering none of them knew who saved the crew from their doom, but what could he do except shrugging it off and getting his stuff? With that, he went back in the airship to get his equipment and came back to the group of three, listening to their conversation. He smiled a bit when Madon agreed on the suggestion and came back in a lighter armor. But what if he could bring something to the table, as well? He stepped forward to Madon and took a deep breath.

    "I know I may not be the best to come with suggestions, but I may have one, which could help us traverse the sands. You see, I have the ability to solidify fire, turning it into a harmless platform, which people can walk on, not just me. Let me show you somewhere outside the airship." With that said, he quickly jumped off the ship and made ten steps, turning left. He channeled a bit of his energy into his hands, creating what could be seen as a ledge, which was floating magically in the air, twenty centimeters above the dunes. It was, just like he said: solid, harmless fire, which you could interact physically with. With a smile, he stepped on it, stretched out his arms and turned to the Exarch.
    "Well, that's the whole deal. If people want to walk on it, so we could traverse the sands faster, I would be more than happy to help. But there's a problem..." He straightened his voice, as if something was stuck in his throat. "Only three people can walk on it, excluding myself. I might as well traverse the sands and do this, I don't have a problem." He jumped off the ledge and made his way back on the ship. "What do you think, Exarch?"

  2. Tolok woke up from his slumber. He was dizzy and had to blink a few times, slowly, to regain his vision and get up without falling flat on his face, as he did back when he had to fight the Byrn. Well, when he was the reason they died of laughter.

    He was not in the mood to stay in one place, for he was a true lover for stars. But not all kinds of stars, since one would tie to his ancestry, a story that would be told from child to child and kept as legacy, a memory, maybe a legend which has to be taken with a grain of salt when listened to. It was not just that, but the night sky in a desert would seem to look more like a painting, than reality. That's why he stood up and climbed a few stairs. Of course, his lucky ass managed to step on some wood beams which would creak at the slightest touch. "For fuck's sake." He muttered, as he was ascending towards the deck. 

    And there he was, his curiosity peaking when he would look at the sky. In order to find that one star, he had to take out his compass and look up north-northwest and then find a dot that would shine stronger than any, which was in the center of a constellation, resembling a cross. Tough work for him, but manageable. He did as he would know, wandering slowly at the port and looked up, but he became incressingly more startled, since he couldn't find it. Perhaps, it was a mistake... But it couldn't be...

  3. Tolok had absolutely no idea of the things that would reside in the mountains, guarding those portals. A man like himself, who would explore far and wide, never heard these rumors. It wasn't the worst thing that ever happened to him, though, but at the same time, not the best. The glance to the group of three revealed him that he was not going to venture with rookies or... Pansies, as he would love to call the "refined" mercenaries in his mind, but battle ridden people, who know their things.

    He took each object, one by one, and inspected them thoroughly. They all seemed new to him and he really liked this. Even though his face might make him look like quite the conservative, he enjoys learning. The ear device, though, was intricate and instantly wore it, with a grin on his face. As for the food, he put it in his backpack, along with any other tools he might have, but were not needed in this adventure, but he gave the quarterstaff a short glare and shrugged slightly, almost putting it as a broomstick, to straighten his back; but there was no time for jokes today, he had to listen to the briefing and the immediate barrage of questions that would soon follow. Deciding to not look like an idiot, he shot one question to the captain to be answered, as well: "Any limitations on magic? Since I use fire, I could really know if the intentional use of my powers could jeopardise the mission." He fiddled a bit with his glasslight during the question, before strapping it to his belt. 

  4. Tolok was listening to the Exarch, who was warning him for his bad behavior. Sure, he really did a bad mistake there, the attitude could be better. Much better, and less hostile, due to the overall reaction he got around. Actions have consequences, and the consequence lead to his face getting smacked with power by Mason's revolver, in a move which would only be satisfied by using his burning rage against a person unlucky enough to get hit. And that was Tolok, falling on the ground, a bit of blood coming out of his mouth. Due to him being, at least, not an idiot, or a whole circus, as he had been called before by Jill, he kept his mouth shut, until the Exarch finished his talk. Tolok got up, slowly, watching Mason leave into the ship's hold. He understood the poor man, but it was his fault for not having experience in these kinds of things, but his sudden instinct urged him to help. He took a deep breath and looked at Madon, nodding at him. "I understand, Exarch. My actions were foolish enough to get this coming from Deadeye. It was something I thought I would have wanted to help with, but I failed miserably and I take full responsability for this. Now, about the choice of words about her... I am sorry about it. Apologies are not the best thing to use in these situations, but my attitude could have been better, much, much better. I thought that, by trying to make him understand he is not alone, I could help him get out of his grasp. But here I am, taking a full hit, thinking over what I had done. I do not intent on watching over her, or anything else. I have nothing against her, even though it seemed otherwise just a minute earlier, following my nose. I did act like a child, but I will think about it as a grown up I am now."

    He looked down while cleaning up his mouth from the blood and took a seat on the starboard, sitting in silence. It was not about the warning that made him feel ashamed, it was about the fact that he was an utter fool.

  5. Tolok rushed over to Mason and looked at him worryingly, seeing him pinning Orsola down. As much of an asshole and a brat that green haired girl is, he could do nothing but try and calm down Mason.
    "Hey, you are still Deadeye to me. I know how it feels when someone bullshits this and tells everyone certain things. Look..." He put his hand gently on his left shoulder. He started speaking a bit more quietly. "...I know she is an asshole and probably an entitled kid. I might get a punch in the face for this and I... will take it, if it means nothing else happens." Tolok took off his gauntlet, so the gentle grasp could feel more human. "She had made a wrong thing and I understand, you have your concerns, you probably had to deal with certain people who endangered you or your loved ones. But she... Will get her ass beaten once we are out in the field, because karma is a bitch and it cuts necks, just like that. Now, let's focus on our mission and one of our people, you choose, may keep an eye on her, if you want. I can do it, if it means anything for you. Are you alright with this?" He kneeled down on his left side and looked at Mason. "It's not worth doing this now. Not yet." He waited for a response and, probably, a punch or two in the face.

  6. "Wohooo, now this looks interesting!" He glanced at the map, "What can we expect from this place, except the Dragon Emblem and the.. Arbalest? Except from the Byrn who will want to have a friendly tug of war with us over the Emblem shard, over the sand deserts, with the bandits coming and watching us fightinf like some children." He straightened his voice. "My bad. This was plain, dumb sarcasm. Well, I would be up for keeping them busy, while you all find the Emblem. I know I am slightly crazy when it comes to battles, but I like being a nuisance to my enemies."

    He then glared at Orsola, having an eerie feeling about this girl, which was claiming to be Madon's daughter, but in another world. Even though she had royal blood, she seemed... Not like the Exarch... "Maybe it was the adrenaline which played tricks on your mind when you were killing the Byrn troops?" he rubbed the back of his head, confused. "Doesn't seem like her, I think. As Deadeye said, she is too small to do this to the Ebon Knight." He backed up his claimings, because that felt like the most rational thing to say at the moment. With a puzzled look, he moved his gaze away to the map.

  7. "Woah there!" Tolok fell off his shield, flat on the ground, completely surprised by this tremor. as he got up slowly, when shakes were getting weaker and weaker. He cleaned the bits of dirt off him, noticing they were starting to gain altitude. "Now... That is something stupid." He looked at Dawnwulf, the drunken golem rider wizard, "But... it is interesting, too. We can only see what will happen with this." He finished his opinion with a shrug and fixed his shield into the ground again, resting his butt on it. 

  8. Tolok put his sword in the scabbard, but kept his shield once Orsola came back to them, only to start thinking, putting his right hand on the chin. "He might help us. Sure, he is strong. Taking out a flank, just by himself is, indeed, commendable. But I think we could get him on our side if one of us has a silver tongue. Is it worth the risk? Maybe." He shrugged and fixed his shield into the ground, resting his butt on it. "This might be like a dice roll, and I feel like we are having a lucky day today. Let's see whatever our God will throw at us." He smiled,  glancing at the direction the man might be coming from, crossing his arms in the meantime.

  9. "I have been in a good amount of battles... But I would never, ever expect someone to start laughing, rolling on the ground and not get an arrow in their eyeballs..." He was watching the wyvern riders take off, looking at them with a slight confusion, while trying to understand whatever happened in the last half an hour. The war in his dreams feels more like a war than when he has to face people like this. Is he really the clown, or their humor is.... like this?

    He pushed the sword into the ground, as he looked around the place. Dead, dead and dead around. Just like any normal war. There was still the Exarch and Amber, who was healing him for a good while. The awkward silence was pretty obvious, with the exception of the muffled sound of the drunk golem marching back to them, thuds being heard from time to time, when it wasn't stepping on bodies of both the Byrn and other people around. 

    "What's next now? He looked back at the Exarch, waiting for a response, his face glancing at Amber and the healing.

  10. Tolok was... Embarassed. He didn't know if he should start laughing or keeping himself quiet, but the sight of the wyvern riders rolling on the floor was just as humiliating as his thought that he could intimidate some riders. Who is he to try that, a demon? Oh...

    He blinked a few times due to the commotion he had done around. The fact that even a mouse was laughing at his stupidity was even worse than any execution. Hell, he was executed for life and the enemies would just start calling him a clown if they ever meet in a future battle. The wyvern riders are going to meet him soon, probably...  "What was in my mind?" He spoke to himself, while scratching his head, picking his flaming sword up from the ground. "At least... I failed my task... Succesfully? They are not going to pay attention if i swing some flames at them?" He just shook his head, glancing over at Amber, healing the Exarch and the Exarch still not being able to stand up, because of the wounds Jill had made. But what was more weird... Was that alternate timelines exist. "Wait. Alternate timelines? How is that even possible?"  And then looked back at Orsola, riding off with Exarch's horse. "....This is getting weirder minute by minute. Now... I will be ready to cover the Exarch once he is healed and get their attention to me. But from what I see... I don't think they'll stop laughing soon..." He sheathed his sword, crossing his arms at the crowd he had made, including the mouse, laughing in tears because he was 'smart' enough to open his mouth. 

  11. Tolok grinned when Jill was flabbergasted by his magical powers and the lucky ass. What would he do, so she would probably get intimidated even more by her own claims? Yes, of course. Using her own words as his weapon. Words, which are stronger than any blade that exists in this world. But... Was Tolok even good at scaring people? His confidence was just showing his annoying side to the enemies, but that's about it. But one idea came up in his head.

    Tolok glares at her again, striking a pose and his eyes get slowly filled up with fire. "You were right, rider. The Exarch made sure to enter the bowels of Hell and find a demon, fitting to leave his world, with insatiable bloodlust! Shall you want to become my next feast, I accept you with my arms open. But a good meal doesn't go well without a fight, so raise your weapon again and face me, mortal!" Tolok was not so happy with his intimidation attempt, but he hoped for the best.

  12. Tolok smugged again, looking like he was having his fun, pissing off Jill, who was riding her wyvern. At this point, Tolok had to pick up his shield to reduce the damage inflicted by the wyvern rider and cast more flames around it. The first two blows quickly caused him to lose his balance, and hurt his left wrist for a bit when the hits connected but he regained control each time, standing on his feet firmly. Jill was fast enough to land another third hit though and Tolok couldn't block or parry back, her axe aiming for his head. Something happened though... Even though the axe connected with Tolok's head and made its way through his body, until it stopped around the level of the shoulders... Tolok didn't die. The axe was there, its head inside his body, Tolok looking at it disgusted, waiting to just die, because he was too weak. After a few seconds, he glanced back at the rider. "..." Both of them looked awkwardly at eachother and Tolok started speaking again.

    "....Can you get the axe off my body, at least? I am really weirded out at the moment." And she did, looking at her weapon weirded out, only to see it was not dirty of any new blood coming from Tolok's body which should have been split in half. Apparently, Tolok's ass was lucky enough to evade the third blow coming from Jill. She sent another hit, this time Tolok parrying it difficultly with his sword, falling on the ground, on his side, but he was in for a little surprise. He put his shield in front of him, having it charged up after all those hard blows and the flames around it disappeared, the ethereal flames, in the shape of his shield, flying towards the wyvern.

  13. Tolok was preparing his weapons, spotting a wyvern rider which engaged him. The lance the rider was holding, shining in the moonlight, was aiming for his heart. Tolok smiled with confidence, deciding to be an asshole and created a vertical, fiery platform, as a wall, seconds before the lance would end the knight. No reaction came from the wyvern, adrenaline pumping throught the heart, the monster crashing, head on into the wall, causing the rider to fall. Tolok grinned, rushing over to the rider and slashed his chest, ending its days. 

    After striking down the wyvern and taking down a few more Byrn troops, he noticed through the waves of incoming opponents that a dark, shadowy sillhouette like was preparing to land its shot on an unlucky enemy. Though, Tolok was drawn into killing a few more troops and keeping an eye towards the sillhouette, he looked over to where it was aiming. A frown was seen on Tolok, when the target was Madon, the Exarch. "Wymp!" He shouted at Exarch's right hand, "There is someone on the top of the buildings aiming at our Exarch." He pointed at the figure, preparing to strike. "If you can keep him away, I'd be glad." He ran towards the Exarch, flames being more focused on the shield than the sword, keeping his pace up, until he noticed the black arrow, flying towards Madon. Upping his pace, he had to finish by dashing and leaving a trail of fire behind, slamming his shield into the ground, the shield fortifying, with the only purpose to protect the leader of his party from a sudden death. That was until then, he noticed another person sitting before him, looking at the Exarch and Tolok, awkwardly, through the helmet. "Oh, another challenger? Seems like i crashed the party, did I?" said Tolok, smugging at the opponent, his slightly, over the top confidence showing.

  14. Tolok glared at the corpse of the general, shocked. "That clown is dead, but how?" He shook his head, the battle was much, much more important than a now dead, cold body...

    The sword that the Ebon Knight would hold was more than enough to grant Tolok some dark thoughts and keeping notes about that weapon. A godly weapon, kept and used by an enemy? Tolok sighed, knowing this night will be pretty long.

    He was listening to Madon and wa thinking of wether he aids the troops at the gate, or helping the Exarch at the Wizard's tower. He was putting bith choices on a scale, but he realised the Tower could use more help. "Wait... Since when we have a golem?" The question was more like a surprise than an actual question and chose to follow Wymp and Madon, readying his sword and shield and covering them in fire, glaring at the war around him, then looking back at the Wizards' Tower, where those stoners would reside, his face filled with determination.


  15. Watson was just looking around, getting used to the wrath that would envelope his wretched heart and mind. The site would look like any other site before the apocalypse, but, of course, the apocalyptic props were added, so they could add to the drama. Watson facepalmed slowly, wondering what the hell could have been going on and why the hell they would want a suicide squad to solve their god damn issue.

    "And to get it out of the way, yes. We opened pandora's box, yes." Blue, combined with orange electricity was flowing around Watson, showing his pure wrath, towards the one message Brett had said, even though he already knew who opened it and was already done with it. But who, in their mind, would have forgiven his coworkers after they'd blow up the whole planet, just because of someone who was stupid enough to peek their head inside a stupid box? You guessed it...

    "Now, I know that I have been part of VCF, but I had the common sense to not open a god damned box which has weird, cryptic things on it. I kept it inside of me, not to swear at you and forgive you, but who... THE FUCK...!" More electricity would be flowing around him, "Would look inside a FUCKING MYSTERY BOX! YOU HAD YOUR OWN LABELS ON IT AND YOU IGNORED THEM LIKE SOME FUCKING IDIOTS! I AM OUT HERE IN THE FIELD, FIGHTING THE STUPID, MAGIC UNDEAD AND YOU DECIDE TO SPICE THINGS UP BY OPENING THAT GOD DAMNED THING!"

    Watson sighed heavily, taking in some air after he screamed at Dr. Brett and made himself sure everyone around could understand his frustration. "Now, tell me why the hell I, I mean... We... Should come back and clean up the whole mess! Do not tell me you have a time machine and we can play around with it, screw a few things and come back to normal." He crossed his arms, his eyes sparking with electricity, his sceptre flowing around, as he was using his Magnetic Levitation passively, shortened to MagLev, waiting for an answer. "I could just kill you here, right now, and then wait to be squished by a Titan. But I'll wait for a valid reason from you. And a very, very long apology letter, regarding the dead from Valucre, post Apocalypse."


  16. It was another day full of abnormalities like any other in Tolok's past. The adventurer, mercenary, if people could call him that, had his own fair share of sights of portals around the place where he resided for a few weeks. Taen was no strange place to his adventures, as he made his way through and satiating his wanderlust, taking jobs, quests and whatever, which were related to saving, killing and so on, if those jobs would be fitting his moral compass. But investigating these portals? It was breaking news for him. He took the job because of curiosity and wanting to know more, but the balance of coins he had was slowly going lower and lower, with every repair and supplies he'd made, so he was one of those who took the job, even though It could have been dangerous. But what else could he do, except accepting the jobs no normal people would do, especially for money?

    He made his way through the streets to finally enter the meeting spot and knocked on the door and opened it slowly and gazing around at Juno, the Captain, Danica and Isaac. "Greetings. I suppose the portal related job is here, right?" He closed the door behind him, as slow as he entered. "If so, I am Tolok. Glad to meet you."

  17. Tolok was now inspecting the blasted caravan in flames. From the caravan which looked more like a small covert squadron before, with the wrinkly man leading it, it turned into a ruin, caused by a trap which took almost everyone's lives.

    Tolok went at every body which looked half charred or something and checked them, to see if they were dead. He had no idea if they would play dead, so he pushed them over with the leg on the side. All those whom he checked were dead-dead, but it looked like a Grey Knight or two found one who was half alive and ended their life, behind the houses in the town.

    The view was horrifying for Tolok, even though he was used to fires. But something like this, an explosion which was so loud and shrapnel shredding their brains would be... Frightening for him to imagine and render in slow motion.

  18. Tolok was waiting outside the city gates, watching the sky turning into a pastel painting: blue, combined with pink and orange, were just like cotton candy. Outside of this, he had nothing else to look at, besides the caravan that should be coming by the night. He was getting bored and started doing a few patrols, moving around like one of those guards you would see at the city gates in Isore or any other important place. It is true that he was never meant for any kind of guarding, watching over or, simply, waiting, since he was so keen on adrenaline pumping battles, clashes of steel and lives taken. Many would say he is just like a child, an immature child, because of his violent wanderlust, but the path he chose is the one whom he considered the most rational, due to his background.

    Later on, the moon was rising and there was still no sign of any caravan. Tolok gave up and just sat on the ground, bored, throwing a rock here and there. He was... exhausted. No events which would revolve around battles, training or socializing even occured after he decided he wants to be the bait. And then... He could hear something in the distance: A caravan approaching. It did not look like any ordinary caravan, with its role to help those in need and cure the sick. It looked more like a a skirmish sent by the Byrn, in order to capture the town or, worse; eliminate Madon, the Exarch, forever. Tolok got up pretty fast, yawning beforehand and sheathing his sword, approaching the caravan with small steps. A few soldiers would be seen around it, each of them with their spears with shields or any other known combination, but the vehicle was the most important part. Tolok waited for a response, as the caravan stopped in front of him. And then, a man peeked through the door, watching him with thoughtful eyes.

    "Are you this town's guard?", Said the man. he looked like a higher ranked soldier of the Byrn troops, with a few signs of age on his face, represented by wrinkles.
    "Actually, no. I am a jilted mercenary. I barely escaped an attack from the Exarch, which ended up as a failure. Only I survived and I believe they are in the market."
    The man raised an eyebrow, analyzing the situation. "So, you say the mercenaries that I payed with a good amounts of gold did absolutely nothing? Including... YOU?"
    Tolok scratched his head, caught in the trap of the aged man. "He defeated them all, one by one, like he is some kind of God! When the gas was up! I could barely manage to escape from him and hide, but I found out where he is."
    The man scratched his chin. "Fine, fine. Lead me to him. I would probably have to end you, as well, for being a coward, but you gave us some important information."

    Tolok turned around and entered the town, heaving a sigh of relief. The caravan slowly followed him through the silent streets. A mortifying silence, if that could count. Almost reaching the trap, he made a few quicker steps, getting past it and made the caravan a sign to follow him faster. "Good, good. I will need you to stay... right here." He pointed where they were, exactly where the trap was placed. "I will take a turn to the left and see if anyone who might give us away is around this place." The man just sighed and shrugged, waiting in his caravan for the stupid, young lad to come back with good news. What happened though, was that Tolok came back later, breaking into the formation of the Grey Knights, his sword and shield being covered in fire, staying in the marketplace, a bit far from the trap. With a smug, Tolok just glared at that old fart, waiting for the trap to spring.

  19. Tolok nodded, listening and making sure everything is clear in his mind. "Yeah, simple enough. I will wait outside then." He made another small note, in case everything goes wrong, walking outside and checking the houses around, bored and nervous. "Whatever." He said, "Sounds like a fun time, anyways." He made a few other steps, adjust his gauntlets, fidgeting around. When he reached the road the caravan would come from, he waited alone, leaning against a wall, thoughtful.

  20. Tolok kept nodding, listening to Mason's plan. Tolok was pretty insane to be the bait for the trap. What if he lost a limb or an eye during the whole thing? What if people would die because of this? The man was slightly nervous due to this, but he overcame it, listening to the plan more and more and processing it. He made a map himself, using his imagination and imprinted it into his brain, making sure he'll do as instructed. "Well, this will be fun. Now, it is time for me to prepare for this show. By the way, if they are not a Byrn caravan, do you need me to make a sign? We have to consider all things, after all." He was analyzing the map once more, taking into account more possibilities. 

  21. Tolok was closely listening to Madon, explaining him what happened in the last few days, his attention being grasped by the Shards and the dragonslaying weapons. He wanted to imagine himself using one of these, his mind creating all kinds of scenarios, but he knew it is just too far-fetched at the moment, his main focus being on the present. Stoned wizards, people on pegasi, caravans and betrayals, all these informations would reach his mind and make his mental cogs to work, processing everything that's happening and deciding. "About the caravan... I could be the bait. Tell me what to do and I will make sure everything will be alright." "Besides, I want to meet the wizards. Owend, are you coming with us?" His gaze flew at the blue haired lady, waiting for her response.

  22. Open escaping from the cloud of gas, Tolok started gasping for air. It felt like his soul was coming back into his own body, giving him the strenght to move forward. He was... Shocked. Gasping for more air, he looked back to Owend, clearly hearing her after what happened in the gas. "Me and the gas were never on good terms, Owend. And it seems like it almost wanted to force me there to die." He said, taking a few more breathes. Looking around, the bodies of the mercenaries on the ground, some of them being hit by the shotgun blast of Mason, while the others would be cut down by the swings of literally everyone else, except Tolok. "Well, thanks for saving my sorry ass there. Now, I know you were worried, but you can leave me out of your grasp."

    Getting up, he saw Madon, Mason and Wymp back in the square. Owend's expression, combined with the woman's on the pegasi, , would catch his newly acquired attention, as she would almost fall off her mount. He was scratching his head, not knowing what the hell happened while he was under attack by the noxious gas, listening to the conversations that took place. "So, you tell me we are now being chased by mercenaries, the Byrn and.. what else?" His gaze was switching places, going from Madon, to Mason and then to the new lady. Any other news would just fly past his ears, trying to regain control of his body and breath. "Well, Owend, doesn't this feel all too suspect? I didn't expect someone to know we are here, only to get another lady to find Madon in this exact place. Honestly now, I don't feel like trusting any news coming from anyone outside our circle." 

  23. Tolok was getting more tired by this, coughing a few more times, trying to get out of the gas cloud. The incoming saviors who saved Tolok from his probable death were a pure blessing, coming from Gods themselves. He stood up, his eyes still tearing up, but he made sure to resist it, better and better. But to no avail, he was still weak, trying to keep his life essence not falling apart from the gas. Even if he wouldn't die to this, falling unconscious would be forbidden.

    Seeing that more and more mercenaries would fall prey to the rest of his team, he made sure to get a better grasp of his surroundings, before moving. Owend saved him from two mercs, while Mason took out another one, shotgun smashing another unfortunate face. Everyone was having the time of their lives, while he was still staying low, deflecting blows and pushing them back, to assist his teammates into killing the rest of them. He started moving towards Mason and Amber, facing other incoming hits and hitting them with the sword, most of swings just making them lose their balance.

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