Destinies combine. (Open to All)

[Mutant_Lorenor]

(This is an experiment, please feel free to join, levels or experience don't matter. I just want to rp)

Fort Bethagrand. It was located a few miles away from Radasanth proper, and could be reached on foot or horseback. Famous for being a training barracks for the soldiers of the 103rd Legion, Corone's most elite warriors came out of the barracks located in Bethagrand. A stone structure made from back breaking masonry skills, the structure had a powerful wall surrounding it. Several towers were visible that had Archers and other guards visible upon it, most likely the Magi of Radasanth.

A group of cadets were lined up outside of the Fort's walls and training with the equipment used to train Knights of the Order. Swords reflected light as they were swung with refined skill. Sparring partners were fighting one another with the weapons made of shining steel, and standard issues of Corone's Empire. The steel swords were designed specifically for sparring sessions. They were weapons that were used to train the Cadets who would be knights. Visible in the crowd were members of all of the native races of Althanas.

Each member of the cadet training force wore a sparring uniform. Roughly two hundred cadets were training with several hundred superior officers, Knights, overseeing the entire operation. One of the cadets, was a man named Lorenor. He stood surprisingly short for an adult male of Althanas. The fellow stood at a height of five feet but was built like a small tank. Muscles bulged through the cadet's shirt as he swung his weapon. Noticeably, a darkness clung to the warrior which affected the air around him as a nimbus cloud.

Sparring against a man named Eric Shaw, the mutant worked to attempt to best him. The two warriors were locked in conflict with one another as the day wore on. A single superior officer overlooked the duo's spar. Both of them were special applicants into the army, Eric Shaw was one of the Empire's elite Commanders. The mutant was one of the most recent recruits and was a star cadet of the Empire. Already having undergone several missions for the Empire, Lorenor's name was quickly being passed through the proper spheres of Corone's military structure.

Eric Shaw was a man of respected skill and caliber. More importantly, he was a member of the Forsaken. The race was a group of Undead that worked to free itself from Xem'Zund's titan's grip. It had its origins with Lorenor's deadly techno-virus. Eric Shaw's vessel now had the virus flowing through it. The two warriors were members of the Forsaken, and they were currently fighting one another with intense vigor.

"Why are you holding back Lorenor? What is it that you're afraid of? You have more power than this, I've seen it!" Eric called out to his sparring partner. Eric Shaw was easily deflecting Lorenor's sword attacks. Both of the men had their steel weapons drawn. "You can do better than this, even in the daylight hours. You must overcome your inherent psychological weaknesses!"

"My weaknesses are not psychological in nature. The sun strikes me down and cuts my power in half." Lorenor said as he attempted another strike attempt. This time aimed at Eric's right leg. "There is naught I can do about it but way for the night-time hours."

"Then why is it that I can remain active in the daylight hours?" Eric Shaw said. "Perhaps your weaknesses are a sign of something else all together." Eric Shaw lowered his combat stance and parried the incoming attack with all the skill he could muster. "Tell me something Lorenor. You carry N'Jal within, why is it that your weakness has not yet been overcome?"

Lorenor shook his head. Hearing the mention of the Thayne, N'Jal and the mutant found himself visibly angry. As a High Priest of N'Jal, the mutant took it very personally when the Dark Lady's name was taken in vain. Especially when it came from a fellow member of the faith. Lorenor yelled suddenly and felt his anger coursing through his vessel. Darkness flowed from his body and crackled out as raw energy. Lorenor's elemental energy suddenly burst out to form a crackling pillar of raw power. His power was beginning to awaken. The mutant yelled and Eric Shaw was knocked down on his ass, with his face twisted in an expression of shock.

"H-how did you do that Lorenor?!"

A superior officer walked over to the duo.

"Spar's over." He said simply and walked over to Lorenor whilst covering his eyes and attempting to walk past the tremendous darkness. "Calm down Lorenor, your powers are spiking."

Lorenor heard the man's voice somehow and took several deep breaths. He'd felt the raw energy flow out of his body at the mention of his master, N'Jal. The mutant fell to his knees and visibly gasped, looking ahead into space for a moment. He looked over to his superior officer.

"Forgive me, I was offended. My anger got the better of me." Lorenor said honestly. He took his superior's hand when it was offered and stood up. "I lost control."

Lorenor looked at Eric Shaw, the other was dusting himself off.

"It was my fault. I didn't mean to upset you." Eric said, and the two warriors shook hands and hugged.

"You two are done for today, get cleaned up and in uniform. The Master General will speak with you both as soon as you can."

^Enter here.

[The Reborn]

“Anyone looking for a home, a family, and protection please listen up.” A man in military uniform stood on a crate in one of the many Rasadanth courts. “I am here on behalf of the 103rd Legion searching for recruits for our cause. We ask only that you complete training and join in on the missions that we partake in.” His voice boomed over the crowd as many people pushed to get to where they needed to be. However a large number of youths were being drawn towards this campaign officer. One of these apparent youths was Edward Lorcarno who was intrigued by what this man was potentially offering even if it was only to receive some well needed training.

Back against one of the stone buildings, Edward continued to drink in the man’s words wondering if they would accept him. One of his kind was often frowned upon in the city fearing he was a simple minded creature bent on feeding on any human that crossed his path. Misconceptions plagued the world and clouded the judgement of many because Edward often fed on animals to prevent any human from being harmed in order for him to remain strong.

The military officer finished his speech and stepped down from the crate. Taking this opportunity, Edward stepped away from the house and pushed his way through the crowd of young faces, exuberant about joining a military based organization. Finally being in front of the messenger, Edward locked eyes and held out his hand in greeting. “I’m Edward Lorcarno and would be interested in seeing this operation as long as you accept my kind.” As he spoke the last words, he showed his fangs as they gently extended and the returned to normal after the man has seen them.

Without hesitation the military campaigner held out his hand, shaking Edward’s. “Mr. Lorcarno, we accept anyone willing to aid our cause as long as you don’t plan on feeding on our recruits. My name is John Marchman and I will be leading you and any other out to our barracks to see what you are signing up for.” John smiled and waved an arm, pointing towards a street that led out of town. Following close, Edward continued to question whether he would be accepted until they reached the stables which already had many horses lined up and ready for transport.

Seeing the horses, Edward grimaced. The soon to be recruits began saddling up behind John as he got the lead horse prepared for the travel out to the Barracks. A young woman saw Edward’s dismay as he continued to stare at the horse in front of him. She wore a tight tunic, outlining her form. She had kind eyes which shone with intensity and meaning. Her hair fell just below he shoulder and as she smiled at Edward the sudden urge to lunge at her flowed through him, to drain this beautiful woman of her essence.

“You don’t look very confident about riding these horses. If your heading for the 103rd barracks you can ride with me?” Her voice was soft, almost like a calming melody. Snapping out of his hunger, Edward smiled politely before stepping towards the horse and putting a wobbly foot into the stirrup. Swinging his leg over, he found himself sitting on top of the muscular Stallion which snorted loudly preparing for Edward to beckon him forward.

Smiling down at the woman. “If I cannot make it to the barracks on a horse how can I fight in a war.” As he spoke, Edward suddenly resented himself. This woman was beautiful and kind and he was shutting down any help from her in order to protect her from himself. A flash of despair crossed the vampires face but was quickly hidden as he held onto his deceptive smile.

“Alright, but Im going to stick close and keep my eye on you.” As she spoke, a smile and a wink captivated Edward. “By the way my name is Katie.” She extended her hand to an already barely stable Edward.

Shaking her hand gently, Edward kept a tight grip on the saddle to hold himself in place. “Its a pleasure to meet you. My name is Edward and you watching over me fills me with reassurance.”

The ride out to the Barracks was rather quick. The path was well travelled and allowed the riders to keep a steady pace. Edward cursed as he bounced up and down on the horse while most of the other riders were skillfully flowing along with their horses movements. Keeping an eye on Katie, Edward could not help but smile often as she kept checking on him, making sure he had not fallen off or made a complete fool of himself in another form.

Breaking the clearing, Edward laid eyes on the great fort. Heavily guarded and massive stone walls kept the inhabitants safe. Recruits sparred outside the walls and just as Edward was watching the flashing of metal swords in the sun an ominous crackle of energy and darkness bust from one of the training members. Another flew from his feet, and a higher official stepped it. John was trying to keep the group together but Edward was already off his horse and sprinting towards the darkness.

”Perhaps this place will offer more interest then a woman who i want to feed on for her outstanding beauty. The vampire smiled at his own thoughts as he finally could hear what was being said between the three members in full uniform.

[Neville Longinus]

It was a tentative arrangement. A night all our own, and the reality of its shortness was all we had.

"Are you ever coming back?" she asked, her heart still aflutter and her robes just barely covering her exposed body.

"Maybe someday," I replied, the sparkling in my eyes and the shine in my teeth as I smiled and walked off into the distance.

That's what I thought had happened, but it didn't quite match my setting. I woke up with two empty bottles at my side. Not exactly the two girls I was hoping to see, but I suppose it would be sort of hard to convince women to follow you into a pile of hay. How I ended up in a barn was still a mystery to me, but on the bright side nothing seemed to be missing.

All in all, I'd say it was a good night. I had some good work and spent whatever I didn't need to live on those two bottles. Better than that disgusting ale the regulars seem to wash down by the gallon. Really, it was getting hard to find some good booze around here. Women, though, were all the ready for a nice, brave adventurer. Except this time I apparently got too drunk to seal the deal with that pretty little thing behind the counter.

Regardless, I got cleaned up and made my way out before the owners noticed that I wasn't a goat. Making my way back to a busier part of town, my search for work had ended as quickly as it began. They were calling themselves the 103rd legion, and while I wasn't interested in joining any sort of army, I asked about employment that didn't involve joining them, and they said they had plenty of work. It wasn't uncommon for military outfits to hire mercenaries for that extra security or whatnot, so I figured what the hell. It was at least worth taking a look at what they had to offer.

So, when it was clear they had rounded up all the applicants they could, they mounted up and took us to their fort. Personally, I had never been inside something like this, so I looked around curiously as I made my way inside and saw all the people training. Big stone walls, a big courtyard and training area, and a bunch of barracks. It was definitely the kind of training place I had heard about. I gotta say, I liked how casual it all was, and they appeared to treat newcomers pretty pleasantly. After a flash of light, my attention was quickly turned to one of the sparring matches, however. A couple of strange-looking gentlemen were duking it out, and it looked rather impressive. Although I missed the source of the little light show, I didn't really care for it. Maybe some magic involved? I never understood that kind of stuff, but as long as I could cut through it it's not really a problem.

My little tour was cut short however, as I heard The Master General was going to speak to everyone. I knew that they were going to try to convert as many recruits as they could to their little outfit, but as a sort of mercenary I was in the clear.

[Mutant_Lorenor]

Emien Harthworth was always a busy man. He was overlooking the various documentation that was of interest to the Corone Armed Forces. Budget problems, ration problems, disease and control and all sorts of other situations were on Emien's table. Ever since the old Radasanth was torn to pieces by the assassination of The Grand Marshal and The Steward of Corone, Radasanth was in an uproar. Each of the Baronies were crying foul at the expense of another Barony and were always on the ready to take arms. Radasanth was in an utter state of chaos not seen since the Demon Wars. Emien had a worn expression on his face as he looked at the umpteenth document he had to ratify as part of his duties to the Corone Armed Forces. The documents would then reach the newly appointed Viceroys so that they could be forged into law. Emien missed the battlefield. First and foremost, Emien was a man of the sword, and men of the sword belong on the battlefield not pushing documents for the bureaucracy. After he'd signed his signature for perhaps the billionth time, Emien screamed out loud and slammed his hand against the table.

Documents and objects fell to the floor violently. This is not the life I wanted for myself. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Suddenly, there was a powerful burst of energy erupting from one of the Cadets. Emien stood up and walked over to the single window in his personal office. His sharp eyes spotted the source of the sudden energy spike and his eyes narrowed. It was that one Cadet, the follower of N'Jal. Emien frowned at that thought. He had no love for the Thaynehood, but his Cadets were allowed to follow whatever religion they pleased so long as they didn't place fellow Cadets in jeopardy.

There was a knock on his door.

"Enter." Emien commanded. "The door is open."

Someone entered the chamber, it was one of the servants under his command, a Magi. Emien didn't even bother to see who it was he could smell their scent now.

"What do you want Robert?" Emien asked.

"Mi'lord. They have gathered. We count several hundred new recruits. The campaign is working and we are recruiting directly from Radasanth. We are winning the recruitment campaign!" There was excitement in his voice.

"The Corone Rangers still have a more effective machine. This never ends. I didn't like this idea to begin with."

"There's something else. One of the Cadets has a terrible Darkness within. We have all witnessed it first hand. His powers are beginning to spike to new heights we previously thought unattainable."

"Was that the energy spike that just occurred?" Emien asked. "I have seen it myself as well. What is the name of the Cadet?"

"Sir. His name is Lorenor."

Emien nodded to himself. "Ah yes. Lorenor. Arrange a meeting with him and as many of the new recruits as possible. It's time that we made our move."

"Sir, you're not talking about that, are you?"

"I am afraid I am." Emien responded. "Gather a Platoon of some of our best Knights and Magi, then we will put together a squad of raw recruits, Cadets, and Mercenaries." Emien paused. "And Robert, keep this matter a secret. I am trusting you." Emien said calmly.

When Robert left the Office, Emien gathered some personal effects and moved to greet the newcomers in the main Gathering Hall. From what he remembered about Lorenor's exploits, the man had proven himself a key Courier, and willing Cadet capable of completing a diversified range of tasks. He was also capable of keeping secrets and following orders. Emien liked men like those the best, men who respected their place in the Grand Scheme of things. Emien left the office and prepared for his meeting with the folks.

***

Stretching now, Lorenor gathered his thoughts after the recent event. My powers are spiking huh, what could that mean? Lorenor thought to himself as he looked at Eric Shaw for a brief moment. Several people had arrived and they were summoned to the Gathering Hall. The mutant wondered vaguely just what sort of meeting was at hand. He had no idea to expect a job of the magnitude they were about to undertake. Walking towards the Gathering Hall, he followed a group of Cadets who were given a similar order, Lorenor walked completely upright. Though he was short, he'd felt extremely tall after he'd beaten Eric Shaw in a duel. No longer holding back, Lorenor was waiting to unlock the final seals of his heart.

Knowing it would be a long process, the mutant had to gain control of the abilities that were emerging from within. He whispered a silent prayer to the Dark Lady, N'Jal. Lorenor kept staring in the general direction of the newly arrived Vampire in the group. Lorenor did not know the other's name yet, but he was certain he would attempt to find out sooner or later. The Vampire smelled like Haidia and he was eager to speak to him at length. Eric Shaw stood alongside Lorenor. As they entered the Gathering Hall, which was located on the first floor of the fort, and almost immediately inside the fort, it was apparent that their Master was coming for a visit.

Having never directly spoken to Emien Harthworth, Lorenor had no idea what the man looked like. Lorenor saw the form of their leader, well who he assumed was their leader, and the man grabbed a chair, placed it in front of the gathered audience, and sat down treating everyone as equals. Lorenor saw that Emien was a handsome man with intense eyes, clean hair, a muscular build, impressive height, and deep lines in his face. His face had some stubble from a recently grown beard. He wore a thick mustache. His hair was braided. Lorenor took a long look at Emien memorizing the important details of the man and then took a look at Eric Shaw. Eric nodded in Lorenor's general direction.

"He's going to speak." Eric Shaw whispered.

Lorenor nodded. When Emien took the chair and sat down from it, the gathered Cadets and Knights looked on with awe. Lorenor could see a particularly powerful nimbus cloud surrounding the man. The mutant could sense power radiating from Emien as if he were a Thayne himself. Lorenor shook his head at the impressive sight, he was completely taken aback by the power that the man generated. Most importantly, Emien had a sword on his person and the sword also generated its own kind of nimbus.

Emien began.

"My fellows. I have called you all for a simple reason. A Gathering of sorts, and a proposition of employ. We have had a job in the works for a time now. But due to budget restraints and lack of man-power we have been unable to undertake this mission. Our Patron Deity, Lord Trisgen has sponsored this mission directly. We are to take out a Wyvern of immense power." Then, Emien removed a document and spread it across the ground in front of him. It was a map. "Please gather around so you all can see this humble map of Corone." And people began to gather.

Lorenor could see the map without much effort, so he stayed in his current position. Eric Shaw rested nearby to the mutant as well. Everyone looked at the red circle that was etched along a series of caves. They were a part of the Jagged Mountains known for generating powerful monsters. Lorenor knew that the area was relatively nearby to Radasanth proper. There were a few impressed, hushed whispers in the crowd. Emien continued.

"The network of caverns is located to the North in the Jagged Mountains. We are to embark on a mission to that area and remove the threat this Wyvern poses before it can begin to attack Radasanth herself. We leave for this mission in one week's time. After ample preparation is made. That is all gentlemen."

So that's it huh? We have to go slay a Wyvern. Not a bad call.

Lorenor suddenly noticed that Emien was staring directly at him. The mutant looked back at Emien and bowed his head with respect. Emien got up, leaving the map on the ground for people to look at and walked over to Lorenor's position. Eric Shaw bowed to his Superior Officer and stood aside so that the two could in privacy. Lorenor saw that Emien seemed to be unafraid of the mutant or his dangerous reputation. This quickly unsettled Lorenor. Looking the man in the eyes, Lorenor saw that he never flinched. That was a good sign of strong leadership.

"Walk with me Lorenor." Emien said and Lorenor obeyed. "You are the one who follows N'Jal." It was a statement not a question. "Tell me something, are you satisfied with the life you carved for yourself?"

The question struck Lorenor as odd. He listened carefully for any hidden innuendos or double-meanings. There were none, the man was being sincere. Lorenor placed a hand on his chin and responded after a moment's thought.

"I am but a humble Priest of N'Jal. I am her servant nothing more nothing less. My opinions matter very little about this matter." Lorenor tapped his chest several times. "I carry N'Jal within my heart. To me it is not a question of a Faith or Loyalty. It is a question of what path N'Jal has chosen for me. I would gladly lay my life down right now if N'Jal were to will it." Lorenor said truthfully. "I am more than satisfied. N'Jal has given me my purpose."

"Well said Lorenor. I see that N'Jal has given you tremendous power as well. How would you use that power to benefit Radasanth?" Emien asked.

Lorenor stopped walking and looked at Emien with a stern expression on his face.

"I would use that power to follow the precepts of the Knights of the Order. Nothing more, nothing less. My goals is simply making Radasanth a safer place for all. No more Civil War, no more endless strife with the Corone Rangers and other enemies that lurk in the shadows. My goals also have to do with personal affairs."

"Tell me about them." Emien said.

"Are you serious?" Lorenor asked. Emien nodded. "A-all right. I simply wish to become a Master Swordsman, and eventually, control my powers over the Dark so I am never a liability. I want to just keep learning new Skills so my mind stays sharp and I never rot." Lorenor tapped his chin a few times. "Also. I wish to return to Haidia one day." Lorenor didn't know if Emien could be trusted with that knowledge.

"Why Haidia Lorenor?" Emien asked. "Is there some special reason you want to go to that accursed place?"

Hesitating on his answer, Lorenor looked at Emien directly in the eyes. Emien had a fierce gaze, but Lorenor's was just as fierce. "I am from Haidia. It's as simple as that. I have some loose ends I want to tie up when I return home."

"Fair enough. Lorenor. I have a proposition for you." Emien said. "How would you like it if you and Eric were to work directly beneath me. I have seen your potential and you are much more talented than what you may appear!" There was genuine excitement in Emien's voice.

"Of course, I would love to work with you Emien. Your skill is legendary! What Cadet could do better than to train under a Master such as yourself?" Lorenor was thrilled at the proposition.

"We begin tonight." Emien said. "Also I will assist training any of your allies."

"I will keep that in mind. Is there anything else?"

"Meet me in the Sparring Circle number 12. We will discuss everything later."

"As you wish My Liege." Lorenor said with a smile on his face. "I will be there. What time?"

"On the tenth hour tonight." With that, Emien walked off to speak with other Cadets and Knights.

Feel free to bunny Emien at this point or any other NPC.

[Neville Longinus]

I'm not sure I liked the first person thing. I'll edit my previous post later. I may edit this post as well, all the relevant detail is here but it looks small, but I'd rather have something than nothing.

A Wyvern? ...What the hell was a Wyvern? Neville turned to the nearest knight and asked him.

"You don't know?" the knight replied. "It's a grand beast. Some say created from the magics of the occult. They're generally enormous lizard-like creatures with two legs, two big wings, and a barbed tail. Big trouble."

"Oh?" pondered Neville. "That sounds... exciting! The pay seems good too. I can't wait to see this wy-varn thing."

"That's Wyvern", corrected the knight, who sighed and walked away.

After walking off for a bit after the speech, Emien returned to answer any questions the recruits had. Neville couldn't think of much. Still, exactly how many people were required to slay such a beast? Sending this many... it was like they were expecting casualties. Still, life was too short to worry about that sort of thing. Imagine the tail he could score! Neville, The Wyvern-Slayer. Why, yes dear, come back with me to my room and I'll tell you all about it. While there were many serious, flat-faced gents that seemed to want nothing to do with anybody, Neville decided to relax a bit before work.

He noticed Edward and walked up to him, "Looking a little pale there, are you ill?"

[The Reborn]

Being summoned to the main hall already made Edward grimace. He had been looking forward to watching the fluent movements of the members sparring for a little while longer. Hear the slash of metal on metal, and the increased heart rates of those who pushed their bodies to the breaking point. Their breathing was heavy and their heart pounding blood through their bodies. The last aspect made Edward feel the thirst creeping up in him and he remained stunned until he felt a warm embrace on his arm pulling him away from the sparring pairs.

“You better stick with me or else you might get left behind.” Katie smiled to him as she released the grip on his arm and continued to walk with the other recruits. “You know my father use to be in the military. I hated him for it, and now in a time of need... I find myself thinking of joining the very thing I despise.” She smiled regardless of the pain that streaked across her eyes when she mentioned her father.

Seeing the emotions ravaging her beautiful face made Edward cringe. This connection he could feel with this women was something he had tried to avoid. He felt the need to protect her already, to give her reason to smile. Yet under his protective instincts was the thirst which longed for her blood more then any other recruit in the area. “Well you don’t need to defend yourself to anyone about your reasons for joining. Not even your father.” Edward put extra emphasis on the final part and smiled warmly as they entered the great hall together.

Having so many people in one place would make one leery but this great hall accommodated all the recruits quite comfortably. Standing by Katie, Edward looked at the man who they were all being dragged into the hall to listen to. He was a large man who made his presence stretch out among the hall. Edward had never met the man, yet the vampire wanted to show him respect. How could a man inspire such feeling in strangers? Was this magic or could he truly influence people with his mere appearance and the way he carried himself? Shaking off his own thoughts Edward listened intently as this great leaders voice carried throughout the hall.

After the speech Emien took the one warrior who had exploded in light earlier and left the great hall. Turning to Katie, Edward could see both curiosity along with fear dancing across her face as a smile struck him as bright as the suns rays. “Um, I may be an idiot but what is a Wyvern?” Edward smiled sheepishly as he asked the question which most of the other knights were not concerned with. Most of the recruits seemed excited for the mission where as in some cases a few had already deserted the great hall.

“From what I understand its kinda like a miniature dragon only just as dangerous. They are volatile creatures where as dragons are seen as highly intelligent.” Katie beamed as she explained the key points about wyverns, and Edward simply stood there, breathless as she continued to draw him closer to her. If only she knew the danger she was bringing upon herself.

“Looking a little pale there, are you ill?” The voice belonged to a man and snapped Edward from the trance like state he found himself in. The man seemed to be an ordinary fellow, a sword hung from his side which allowed Edward to assume he was either a member of the military already or was a recruit like many of the other young faces in the hall.

“I guess you could say I’m ill.” Edward held out his hand towards this new member to his and Katie’s conversation. “The name is Edward Locarno, and this beautiful lady is Katie.” Motioning towards the blonde beside him, she beamed. As he spoke to the new comer, Edward kept his eyes both on Katie and scanning the room for either the leader of the militant group, or that man he had seen explode with raw power earlier in the day. Both were on his list to talk to in order to find out if he truly wanted to get involved with these other recruits.

[Mutant_Lorenor]

Sorry for the delay on my behalf. I been struggling with IRL issues.

Alone to his thoughts, the mutant pondered the situation at hand.

For a long time, Lorenor simply stood there whilst the meeting with Emien replayed itself over and over in his head. Many individuals were speaking to one another all around him. Lorenor listened to some of the conversations for a time until he once again smelled the particular scent of a Vampire. The mutant turned towards the general direction of Edward Locarno. Seeing the gray-world of the Antifirmanent outside of his peripheral sensory range, the mutant noticed a crowd of muddy figures.

Many of them were out of focus appearing as little more than shadowy figures. The figures inside his sensory sphere appeared completely in minute detail, focused, and well within their exact physical detail. Hearts pumped blood all around him, but the mutant had long ago learned how to keep the killer within in check. Without realizing why he was doing it, Lorenor began to walk towards Edward's general direction.

He'd caught up to them just as Edward introduced himself to the other fellow. Lorenor looked at the small group quite carefully and noticed the bedlam nature in which they were organized. Rookies. Lorenor smiled to himself. We all started someplace. I suspect I am observing the future. Lorenor's hood was placed over his head, and he'd lowered it to reveal his somewhat frightening visage. Glowing amethyst energy burned out of his eye sockets flowing like dual sparks of light.

Crackling tails of energy flowed out from the dual bursts. The purple glow added a strange lighting to the mutant's face. Energy moved across his face creating eerie shadows. The mutant was a short specimen, standing at only five feet in height. However, he was built completely like a tank, weighing in at around two hundred pounds. Muscles bulged through his baggy clothing in the right places. Most predominantly, his chest and shoulder muscle group bulged out creating the effect of someone who was physically fit.

The mutant appeared to be well-armed as several distinct weapons were attached to various belts and straps around his body. His cloak was made of thick animal hides and much of his clothing were made of the material known as Vlince. He never wore armor, he didn't need it. With the afternoon breeze, Lorenor's cloak flapped along with it like a lion might snap at its handlers whilst trapped in a cage.

Seeing the trio up close, the first thing that immediately caught the mutant's attention was the girl. She was a beauty and she gave off a powerful aroma. Her heart beat powerfully in her chest. Observing her rising and falling bosom for a moment the mutant smiled, a grotesque sort of a thing.

Lorenor's eyes fell upon Neville, and then Edward respectively. His entire demeanor was that of a nobleman. Though he wore the uniform of a Cadet. Lorenor carried himself well. Despite his terrible appearance, he was a mockery of the living, the mutant was well educated. The mutant spoke, he had a deep and raspy voice it seemed to flow from the depths of Hell itself.

"Greetings there." Lorenor began as he looked at Edward with a noticeable air of respect. Running his hand through his dreadlocks, the mutant continued. "The name's Lorenor. I've seen Wyverns in action before." He said thinking back to the distant past. "The ones in Haidia can grow almost as large as Elder Dragons!" Lorenor said with excitement in his voice. "It will be a true test of skill and power to fell such a beast. I bet there will be extra gold sovereigns for the one who actually fells the beast!" The mutant was excited to be in the presence of another Immortal. It's been ages since I've been across another. I wonder if he hails from Haidia? And so Lorenor waited for them to respond to his idle chatter.

[Neville Longinus]

"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Neville. I got a good family herbal remedy that could fix you right up if you got a cold!" He thought for a moment. "Then again, I'm not sure if there's any parsley around here. Well, radishes could work... wait no, that's for coughing. Oh well."

Neville had never seen a vampire before, so he didn't quite know what exactly he was talking to, but the vampire certainly looked plenty human compared to the short mutant walking up to them. Neville didn't judge, but he was definitely put off by Lorenor's appearance. However, his worries melted away when the mutant spoke so elegantly. Any little freak that was well-adjusted and could put aside their appearance was okay in his book.

"I'm Neville," he said. "So you've seen Wyverns before, eh? You must get around." He had heard about Haidia, but he thought there were only demons there. Was Lorenor a demon? A casual one, just walking around, volunteering for Coronian military outfits? I guess it takes all kinds.

"Hey, I hope you don't mind me asking, but... how do you see? Is that some kinda magical spell in your eyes? I'm just curious because it looks really cool."