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  1. Blairville, an old city of magic and wonder. One of the oldest and most powerful magic-based cities in Terrenus. The large and winding cobblestone towers and paths had been of great wonder to the young farm boy since he had stepped off of the Light Rail from Casper. The city was home to older more traditional magic, then the magictech epicenters of Hells Gate and Casper the cities Vonton were most used to due to "uncle" Charles business dealings there. However, the more traditional and ritualistic magic that was embraced here may be more conductive to his learning as the more ritualistic magic of the villages is what he was used to having grown up in an outskirt town in the wilds.  He had always wanted to get out of that little town though and Charles had always fostered his potential. Bringing in the best tutors he could to give Vonton an education beyond that of a turnip farmer. When he achieved the age of free thought at 16 he went after his dreams and applied to the Gaian Academy.  His scores for the academic test while not honor college worthy were good enough and his essay scores were top of the line, but then came the spellcasting test. Which he failed utterly, due to having no experience in magic at all.  This lead to his being denied admission. He could retake the test at the start of the next term but he needed at least a basic magical understanding. They had searched for a tutor when a merchant with ties to Charles`s shipping companies had heard of a poorly advertised school just opening. 

     Vonton, stepped up to the building his eyes scanning the large stone of the walls and taking in everything around him. He was dressed in rather basic clothing and held two bags strapped across his shoulders. He also held a folder in one hand containing his school records and the results o his failed entry exam namely the spellcasting portion of it. He pushed open the doors calling out into the hallways. "Hellllooooo. Is anyone here? My uncle should have sent a letter to me? Vonton!" He called out unsurely into the hallways. 

  2. Day 2

    3:00 pm

    Meat packing distract: Across the street from the 2nd crime scene

       A puff of smoke filled the cold afternoon air, coming from a man standing in a alley across the street from where the second body had been found. Silently, and between drags of his cigarette he watched the uniforms move in and out of the factory. The officials would probably frown on having press to close to the actual crime scene, bringing up some nonsense of obstruction. However there was little laws regarding standing across the street from a crime scene. Not that a looky lou wouldn`t look somewhat suspicious but he was hidden far enough in the alley that the uniforms in there haste to secure and process the horrific crime wouldn`t notice him. Another figure rounded the corner into the alley, as he came into light he was seen to be a uniformed member of the Patian Security Bureau, who Mike granted only by snuffing out his cigarette. “Does you`r offer still stand.” Mike nodded, slightly grinning at the uniforms willingness for compensation.


      “Is it him?” The reporter asked solemnly to wish the uniform nodded slowly.

      “The Marionette Killer! His second victim, only a few years older then the first. Poor girls.”

     “Could he be purposefully targeting a twenty something demographic?” The uniform shrugged.

     “A third would be a pattern, not uncommon for killers to target young women really.” Mike nodded making a mental note of the information.

      “What was the scene like?” This question made the uniform pause and grow pale. Mike stood up straighter at this reaction. Not that he was expecting a murder scene to be roses but the look in this mans eye….it must have been horrific.

     “It it ..” The uniform took slow breaths here, he had been on the job long enough but at a low enough level that sites like this weren`t common enough for him, and his first experience with them had shook him to his core. After a deep breath he went on “Like the first murder a young girl was found naked and hung by muscle fibers.”

    “Is it still assumed he`s a doctor of some sorts?”

    “Who knows, that`s above my pay grade but it would take a certain amount of skill. “

    “Who`s pay grade is it?”

    “Some private detective who was called in and a Elemental Knight seems to be running the show. “ Mike scratched his chin here, a EK? Was there a larger military involvement? That would make the headline better but access to information harder. “This murder though…it was worse…hung up by a hook, teeth scattered on the ground, a foot stitched to her calf. It it was.” The uniform got pale again and shook his head. “I`m just lucky I didn`t throw up like I did at the first crime scene. “

     “That`s…horrific.” Part of him was revealed he wasn`t able to access the crime scene, he wasn`t quite sure he`d have the stomach to see that in person. He was slightly wondering if this was to big for him but his career wasn`t quite on the proper track. He had spent a few years as a stringer contributing freelanced (and unaccredited) materials to the Daily Weekly before being hired on as a assistant to a editor in the newspaper division and working production in broadcasting. He finally got on screen as a roving reporter. Corporate wasn`t necessarily a big fan of his segments and he had stepped on one or two toes getting there using family contacts to get the job. Those same toes ended up helping him be resigned to newspaper…working the classifieds. If he could find a good enough lead on this murder case and beat out the local papers he could in the very least be recognized as a stringer again so he wasn`t stuck as just a adjocky. This also meant this was unsanctioned which made his access and resources limited. Patia wasn`t exactly where he wanted to be spending his vacation days, as he wasn`t exactly trusting of The Outsider or his regime. Though he did appreciate inventions such as the Scry Globe, but his superstitious and paranoid nature made this a very awkward place for him to be. Though he did have contacts in Predators Keep which was in between Patia and his home town of Blairville, which had put him onto the murder story in the first place.

      The bribed officer gave him the name of the EK and the detective which he wrote down to research later before heading back to the scene after reassurance that the money would be wired to his account. He made note of there names to research more later before thinking of what the officer had described of the murder. The muscles fibers seemed to indicate he would have some type of background in anatomy, and the foot being stiched to to the calf showed some level of surgical skill maybe. Perhaps he could look into local doctors, or related professions. Once the body was moved to the morgue and the uniforms had moved out a bit he could come back and talk to the factory workers more but it was to hot at the moment. The morgue, that was a consideration. If he could get a copy of the first victims autopsy report it could give him a lead, but he wasn`t sure if he could leverage the coroner. Lower morgue staff might be easier like an assistant or if they had a separate officer in charge of the records. Morgue workers should be public record through a directory, he could add that to his research list. He`d have to run a check on this detective Rookstone but a PI may be easier bought then the EK or any higher ups in the PSB. However the best spot to start would be to go back to the first crime scene and snoop around there, while he waited for the heat to die down around this scene or for information to come in on the morgue staff or investigating team. He stepped out towards the street to grab a coach to the downtown part of the city.

  3. I'll be making a intro post with my reporter today.  Probably won't have him actually entering the crime scene but he'll probably be watching it.  Bribing a officer mabye. 

    Also @ButAHumbleBard reading back through the pic you've talked about maybe having the killer stalk and attack one of us as a option. Just saying if the story does unfold that way, Mike would probably be the easiest target as he's not actually military or police and fits with kinda getting in over his head here.  Just saying if you go that way.

  4.  This still open? Wouldn`t mind having my reporter character snooping around. Nothings gonna get a good byline quite like murder. Bios in the sig for Mike Hathengaffer even if it isn`t much. Would you mind if I brought him into play? Investigating the story, getting in the detective's way maybe joining them depending on how that plays out. Maybe getting himself in over his head a little, putting himself in danger. Can I jump in with my reporter, or do you have enough people for now?


  5. The Tales and Legends of Michelangelo Hathengaffer


      Pre IC:  Born to a prominent Blairville family. Youngest son so not heir to the family. Electromancer and magi tech tinkerer but mainly a Daily Weekly reporter. He has no formal training but, was given job due to family connections. 

      Work: Special report-Live from Predators keep Live report of a new town. Somewhat unprofessional rumors of the reporter being demoted to working the classifieds afterward.


     CURRENT LEGENDS: Looking for a new story, or piece he can pitch to his editors to get him out of the basement and away from creating classified ads all day. 


  6. Bumping the OC but is this still open at all. I was looking through the Gaian Academys lore file and in admissions, there is a spellcasting test required. My little village boy wouldn`t be able to pass that with little experience in magic. I was thinking I could use this to teach him some magic basics, as like a prep school. Would you mind me sending Vonton into the school for this reason? 

  7. Nico sighed and shook his head, as the wizard morphed glass to sand and then to sword for no real reason.“I'd honestly prefer you to show off less, but you seem skilled enough, just don't draw too much attention.”  This man was much to flashy for his tastes but there were no other wizards about and, a scholar of the arcane could be handy. Just as the barkeep was returning from the basement carrying a few documents, and a trunk of sorts, the girl from before, made quite the scene on her way out. He breathed in the air after she left, and made a note of the woodsy and vampiric scent that lingered in the air. A scent like that, he could track her if he needed to, wasn't one he`d be forgetting. The barkeep set the trunk on the counter with a loud THUD, and looked at Nico with suspicion. “What did you say this time?”


    “I said nothing, I promise Rolaf.” Nico, left the bottle on the counter and ran a hand through his greasy hair contemplating the girl, she had sparked his interest even if they had never truly spoken. Rolaf, stroked his chin a bit, before turning back to the wizard and nodding at his glass sword with approval, as he brushed dust off of his red and white striped shirt, with a quick hand motion. Nico glanced up towards the stairs. “You can come down you know. I don't bite.”

    “Humans!” Rolaf added rather unhelpfully bringing a groan to Nico`s lips. He Hadn't been planning on having that talk anytime soon. Rolaf rolled his eyes, and waved the papers in his hand. “Possible nest, rest of you in?”

    @RonTheDriver234 @TheWilySpookster

  8. Susan had went to the Baronesses chamber with an intent to speak to her, not to be  tugged along to montoir some squabbling brats. Red was impressive in her parental respect, Susan would have just threatened them both with imprisonment if they didn`t apologize to each other and walk away. She supposed that wasn't to different to what Red was doing here be nice or face my ultimatum. Susan smiled as Yakob appeared, she had seen his supervisor heading between the keeps forge and it`s armory for most of the evening. He seemed to be less than thrilled at the idea of a party and had left, it in the hands of the boy. That wasn't going so well was it? Granted at least it was something petty and not say Red being murdered on his watch, ya that`d be bad. A monk then showed up, or at least he looked like a monk what with the robes and all decided to ask a baroness for food.While the idea of asking someone of Red`s standing for food baffled her in every regard she was prepared to do her job and direct the man to were the finest noodles from the nearby Weland were being served, but no. The bloody baroness had to go and yell at a monk. They had unnatural in this city, and Red wanted to offend what Suasan assumed was a member of some Gaianism temple? The monk pulled a few useless parlor tricks and headed off either in search of food or some revenge transgression against all that was holy.


    Susan would have liked to take this time to discuss kitchen supplies with the Quartermaster, but after a few discussions that seemed to be slightly out of a quartermasters range, he went off with his own company for the night. That quartermaster was a interesting one, Susan had noted a few things, heard a few things that maybe she shouldn't have heard, and had the sticking suspicion there was more to him then there seemed. Maybe he was stealing from the Baroness, maybe he was a drug lord or a murder, or maybe he was a male model there for the Baroness viewing pleasure.  Susan  didn't know and she hadn't yet decided how much she could care. She liked the Baroness well enough but full loyalty would come over time and not just for giving her free reign of the kitchen..granted it helped. Susan glanced at Red who seemed to be engaging in some exhibition match of sorts. Most nights a fight would have seemed enjoyable but there was far too much to do this evening. Susan quickly retreated to the kitchens shortly before Leon's music began.




    After Red had made her short but sweet speech and Roen had appeared to the starstruck and slightly befuddled masses, an army of servants began throwing down rose petals. The guests more use to city life may be confused at this practice but anyone who`s spent time in the more rural parts of the land will known that fresh rose petals ward of any evil spirit you can think of, or so they say. As they made a path of rosey delight to the stage, Susan accompanied by some hand selected kitchen staff were hauling a large and deluxe cake to the stage. They set the cake and a preset table, while Susan whirled around throwing rose petals about sprinkling them on both the cake and Roen himself. AS she did this, and entertained the crowd here staff moved into positions on the stage where there..other skills..could be used if needed. This was Roen after all. “A devil's food cake, for the devil of Patia!” Susan declared loudly and proudly, glowing in front of the fruit of her labors.

  9. A broken and jagged nail, was digging hard and deep into a pale palm as it`s host merely looked on. Something was tugging at him, muddling with what was already bubbling, taunting tempting to him to acknowledge it, to acknowledge any of what he stuffed down into the deepest recesses of his soul. Something vampiric was tugging within him and without even thinking, without releasing or noticing he was rejecting it. Without a thought without a consideration to the distraction it could be he was fighting, a stubbornness so deep inside he  barely even realized.


    He merely looked on towards the tall unnatural figure that stood before holding a bomb, as if he didn`t distrust her enough. The bomb seemed to be mercenary grade from what Nico could tell, not large enough to be military but bigger then nay amateur hour. Her shrugging him off did little to help his snap judgment of her. He wasn't fond of any vampire who had  a reason to simply carry explosives around. Other`s spoke Nico listened, silently observing as Cain began his rant. Nico felt the tirade unproductive but his points were solid, they simply couldn't blow their problems away with some random bomb, not something of this sort. The bloodsucker comment brought a thoughtful grin to Nicos face. 98 percent, Nico thought in his head not all were vile but in his line of his work you soon learned that most vamps were, just as was most everything.

    A puzzle, some damn game that they were being forced to play. Nico was a hunter he could track, plan, strategise, fight and trap but riddles and puzzles...he had a wizard for that. Even if Nico wasn`t best suited for this he was aware that this bickering would get them nowhere. Rather than a simple displeasure a spite brewed in his chest. Before he any other could snap further, more of the enthralled approached. Nico, unsheathed his machete to his side, and stepped closer finetuning his sight and hearing, preparing the muscles in his body for the fight to come, he glanced over at kimono girl who was standing at the ready. While the human and the troll were doing them a favor the two others broached even further, with a caution and a bloodlust. Each side waiting for the other to make a move, a twitch.


    Post Number 4


  10. A party, a festival, a shin dang, a ball, or whatever you called it,it was occurring. The city was decorated in the fanciest lights and festive fair as could be found, with foreigners walking the streets lined with lounges and minstrels. Among all of this crowd, one person was not seen mingling among the crowds even though she was quite the people person. The blond solicit had no time to mingle with the common man, hidden amongst the kitchens of the keep. Susan still held her position within the Predatorial Hall,  but she had recently found herself at the helm of the keeps kitchens as well. It helped that Susan didn`t need the long hours of sleep as most humans do, so she was able to manage both kitchens day and night. However once the party had inched closer and closer she had found herself locked away in the keep more and more, leaving Freddy to handle things in the hall. Susan finally let herself lean against a stone wall, the aromes of the kitchens hitting her nose her enhanced senses detecting every smell of every ingredient hitting her like a warm blanket of aermoa wrapping around here. That is why she continued to cook, she could smell and taste things she never could before. It made her almost pity others who couldn't experience food the way she could. That couldn't experience it fully.

    Various dishes in various stages of production were scattered throughout the large kitchen that had been provided to her.The star of it all however was something slightly outside of Susan`s comfort zone. She had always considered herself more of a chef then a baker but no one in the Terrenus food scene worth there salt was unaware of The Icing On Top Bakery, or the rumors of the Crimsons King's affinity for baked desserts. Susan`s barked several commandments to her staff, and left the kitchens towards the stone stairways of the keep. She arrived at the queens open doorway shortly after Leon had exited just in time to rob her of her silence.She gently tapped on the wall beside her, as to not startle the Baroness who seemed to be collecting herself. “Baroness?” Susan smiled as she looked upon Red in her formal gown, and attire recalling that first day as she watched a bow-wielding huntress bark orders while hidden in a tree. She stepped further into the room without any true invention. “That's quite the dress Baroness.” Susan smiled at herself seemly amused at her own rhyme. She wrinkled some creases out of her white chefs uniform. “The kitchens are running smoothly, my staff have orders to set up the tables and to begin bringing the food outside to the square, and are special treat for our special guest should be ready in time for his arrival.” Susan contemplated finishing there, leaving certain precautions she had taken unspoken and to herself, however she figured mentioning it in some way may be slightly better than a guard finding a unknown agent within the keep. Susan nervously began to toy with whatever trinkets the Baroness kept in her chambers, speaking without looking toward her. “I may have taken the liberty to…..take out some insurance.” She had cashed a few favors here and there leading to a few old coworkers skilled in knife play, sitting among her serving staff. “All goes well we have a few extra hands, something goes wrong….we're covered.” Susan bite her lip here, slightly aware that bringing in her own agents could be seen as crossing a few lines as she wasn't the Keeps spymaster nor did she wish to be, but she did not wish to place her trust in agents she wasn't aware of.


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    Speak with standing Captain Volgar Dimeris or Guard Lt Yakob to enlist today!

    @Red the Ambivalent @icyaberration


    Live from Predators Keep with roving reporter Michaelangelo Hathengaffer.

    *The above message booms from Magi-tech screens across Terrenus as a red Daily Weekly logo flashes on screen before giving way, to a live image of a bustling town and the untested young face of a reporter who seems quite uneasy*


    "I`m telling you this place is haunted, cursed, or....what? We're live?"


    *The uneasy reporter quickly swivels his head to directly face the recording device, his unease being  now masked by a masterfully faked grin* "Mike Hathengaffer here live from the newly formed Predators Keep. As for where I am exactly, I happen to be about 375 miles southeast or so of the city of a certain oppressive ruler. *The reporter glances off screen* What do you mean, unbiased reporting? He's a devil who took the city by force? You think he funds bakeries? Ok ok. *After grumbling something about politically correct camera men he turns back towards screen.* "Regardless of what one thinks of Patia, everyone can agree the region around it mostly wilderness. Other then some unconfirmed stories of clans past the hills, southeast of Patia has been pretty much nothing but forests for a while now. Namely the Labyrinth Forest, which is known for supernatural occurrences and even said to be alive. *mouths the word haunted towards the camera* Little further till you hit the Day River which is said to have water that emits sunlight.......and had ghost sightings a while back......just saying. Regardless from there on it`s wilderness until you hit Weland. Why anyone would set up camp in this unnatural area in the first place I have no idea, why they would choose a abandoned keep to rebuild on top of, is more baffling. I mean do they know nothing of how hauntings work?


    Some even reported that vines attacked the city itself, which would be a big reason for me to move right on out, but somehow it made them even more resilient. Some saying that it showed there Baroness`s strength or how the quartermaster used some sort of foreign magic to save them. It's all very jumbled and I imanage a tad exaggerated. Regardless these people are determined to make a home here, for whatever reason.


    *camera follows Mike as he walks along the city's streets before stopping outside a mead hall in a bustling shopping district.* "Behind me now is, Predatorial Hall one of two premier taverns and where I`ll be getting a stiff drink after this. There's also The Kinetic Grille but some blond lady, was out here earlier saying how they use dark rituals in there food. I'd show you the keep or what will soon be the Psionic academy but the guards won't let us through. Won't even let us film the gryphon. Going back to the psionics, the Baroness numbering among their ranks herself this city set out to be a home for those posing certain gifts. Going so far as setting up a acadmy for them to train and study in. To Psionics as Blairvillie is to mages, I suppose. This combined with the large source of lumber and other possible natural resources within the area, mixed with the fact that it`s on the main trading route between Weland and Patia, could make this city grow into a powerhouse someday. Not to mention the fact that cutting through Patia is a shorter route between Weland and my hometown of Blairvillie rather than cutting through Dougton or going all the way around the marsh.


    While this may not be the safest part of the world, this town is filling up with people looking for a home from outcasts to tradesmen. Jobs aren`t in scarce supply ether from guard positions, blacksmith apprentices, minstrels, and even engineers I've seen many job ads out here today and I`ve only been here a few hours. This could be a place to watch folks, the mysterious Rainbow Bridge certainly thinks so. No one could actually tell me what the RB`s goal is. The villagers just called them heroes and the Bridgemen refused to comment. Regardless they've set up shop in a canal quarter and while no one in leadership has yet issued a statement, informal channels conform some sort of arrangement between PK and the frontier town Saizensen is either in the works or already in effect.

    Well folks that's PK, who knows what could happen here if they all don't die........what? It`s a valid concern! Regardless this is Mike Hathengaffer roving reporter signing off from Predators Keep.

    @Red the Ambivalent @BackToBackBear @Roen @Song Sprite


  13. [BASICS]
    First name: Michelangelo
    Surname: Hathengaffer (Of the Blairville Hathengaffers)
    Nicknames:  Mike

    Hometown: Blairville

    Residency and estates: He officially lists his family's estate in Blairville as his place of resident but he tends to move about very often mostly among Terrenus staying in various places. 

    Basic Alignment: Neutral 
    Race: Human
    Marital Status: Single
    Gender: Male
    Age: 28
    Role: Electromancer/journalist/amateur magi-tech tinkerer 

    Eyes: Electric blue
    Complexion: slight tan
    Build Normal build not overly skinny or wirly but he`s not muscular or brute like in any way. He`s fit without being necessarily buff. 
    Hair: Messy brown hair, kept slightly long in the back.

    Apparel: Michelango comes from a more well-off family so he`s prone to dressing well and somewhat formal. He tends to dress in dress shirts, pants and shoes with a suit vest as a standard part of his wardrobe. a dress coat over that if needed. He has also been known to wear a black fedora from time to time. He tends to wear lighter tones, such as grays or very light blues.  




    Personality and philosophy: Michelangelo isn`t a bad person but he`s not exactly the most humble or fully altruistic person. He holds himself with a very charming demeanor and tries to come off as very calm and laid back. Underneath the charm and the laid back guise hides a bit of an ego streak, a drive for ambition, and a pension for minor manipulation. Michelangelo can be kind or caring and despises those he views as true vile or brutish but there are times when certain things do justify the certain means in his mind. He believes mostly in the concepts of law and order but has been known to bend parts of them to meet certain means. This is not to say he is wholly an opportunist there are still major lines he will not cross, but smaller ones are less of an issue for him. Coming from a more influential family the idea of family honor and the importance of a family's name has a certain place in his head. Like any family disagreements and grudges do exist but as a whole, he is focused on the interests of the family, even if he does let most of that responsibly fall to his siblings which as a younger son he can as he is not a foreseeable heir. He can be a very loyal person to those he decides deserve it, but he can also be very sucpouis of people and his other personality traits can make it slightly hard to get close enough to him to earn said loyalty. As a journalist, he enjoys uncovering and telling stories even if he can be a tad prone to sensualism at times.  Mike tends to give into his curiosity and intuition in most cases if something itches his brain or a hunch develops he will follow it even if he really shouldn`t.


    Background: The Hathengaffers are a well off family in Blairville. Not so large that one should expect to know them throughout all of Terrenus but prominent enough within Blairville circles to provide a nice enough life for Mike and his many siblings. While growing up Mike developed a skill in the magical speacilatosin of Electromancy as well as an interest in working with magi tech but when it came time to pick a career he wanted to be a reporter. Something about it seemed luxurious and invigorating to him. Traveling the world, uncovering the truth, telling stories of his exploits, and being able to go places others couldn`t the idea was intoxicating to him. Whether or not that was an accurate view of a reporter's life it was enough to draw him into the career, and his family's name and wealth was enough to get through some basic doors over some candidates. Sadly they weren`t quite wealthy enough to make so he didn`t have to work at al. While he`s still trying to gain his footing, and he may not be the most...ethical reporter yet he is trying to prove himself within his chosen field. 





  14. Volgar shook his head to the Baroness offer. “I am not suited for such a rule, even within the guard I only wish to lead until a more suitable captain can be found. A advisory and training role would suit me fine as would merely being there smith.”  Volgar did not see himself fit to lead even if that was not true in reality his mind and heart had no intentions or desire to test it. While he had no wish to find himself within the council he was also not the sort to stay silent if he felt his voice was needed so he still may find himself in the thick of things yet, but that was for the future to decide. Volgar nocteid as more people of note entered the war chamber.  Volgar nodded at Yakob. “We have much to discuss, and prepare but I believe the Lady Baroness has more to attend to.” Volgar made a slight bow to her lady, before turning a glance towards the quartermaster. “Once your affairs here are handled, I would be pleased if you could meet with me before you leave to discuss equipment and supplies for the guard.” Volgar turned to the Barones one last time. “As for the lines you mention in your letter, while I have no real experience with such a project I could roll the ball and see where it goes.” With that he turned to leave, waiting just outside the war room for Yakob, who would be asked on his experience in both combat and in a guardsmen role.

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