These Strangers Mess with Our World

Niiyuke

Niiyuke

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The Story​

Great, a trip to the museum, just what every college student wants. To make it even more fun the teachers are going along on this guided tour. Sounds like a load of fun right? Wrong. Somehow you and your classmates end up with the dullest tour guide you could possibly think of. Thinking you could find something more interesting you sneak off to look around at the exhibits on your own. You end up in an off limits section full of old bits of armor and weaponry. You’re a college school student, this seems like a cool place made even more fun by the fact that you’re not supposed to be there. Strangely though your eyes keep getting drawn to one particular peace and for some reason you can’t help going back to look at it again and again.

Now this is where you wish you had stayed with the dull tour guide. For some ungodly reason you are compelled to pick up the old artifact and before you know what’s going on you start to feel all funny. You can’t let go of the object and panic sets in. Next thing you know the world goes black and you pass out. When you wake up again you find yourself not passed out on the tile floor of the museum but surrounded by tall grass in the middle of a field. To make matters worse you’re not in the jeans and a t-shirt you wore that morning. Nope, you’ve gotten some sort of medieval style clothing on and a weapon lying near you. Even more fun is that within minutes of waking up, you start to see things that shouldn't exist. After all, magic belongs in stories. Here, magic is a way of life, and if you are going to make it out alive, you have better learn fast, because the world is ruled by creatures straight out of your bed time stories.

You have become lost in some other world stuck in the medieval times where humans are considered servants at best, slaves at worst, and the only way home? To complete the prophesy that was laid out years ago. Unfortunately you know jack shit about the land, how to fight with your weapon, or how to handle the magic that is suddenly at your fingertips. You are alone and have to survive to fill the prophesy or remained trapped in that land forever. Oh, and did the tour guide mention the land you’ve just found yourself in is a war torn land and people would as soon kill you as look at you? Well have fun on your trip to the museum. Try not to become part of the exhibit ok?

Those Who Revel in the Chaos​

Name: Fia Last name unknown
Age: unknown
Race: Rakshasa
Power: Shape shifting, heightened strength and speed
Description:
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Bio: Fia was born so long ago no one remembers how old she even is. Through the years she has been known to turn up during times of chaos and war. When she appears, trouble is sure to follow. There are rumors that she brings the chaos with her, but even Fia would tell you that this is a lie. Choas is just her friend. It makes it easy for her to take her victims without people noticing. Opportunity has brought her power over the years, and a carefully maintained lifestyle has kept people from being able to track her properly. These days she has settled down and taken over a fairly large territory where dragons roam and salamanders call the volcanic region home. She enjoys the fire torn land and the vicious beasts that dwell there. However, Fia has heard a whispering among the dragons. They have told her that the time for the foretold ones to appear. This she cannot allow. It would destroy what she has so carefully cultivated over the years. Wary and sensing another chaotic storm on the future, Fia has started putting out feelers to see who else might smell the trouble on the wind.

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Name: Lior Ravenguard
Age: 352(35 human years)
Race: Demon
Powers: Fire Manipulation
Description: Lior isn't one who would ever be mistaken for human. His skin is a bright red-orange color. The demon also has horns and large bat-like wings growing out of his back. His hair is dark brown and falls down to his shoulders in elegant waves. His eyes are electric blue. He's about 6 ft 5" tall, and has a square, muscular body type.

Personality: Lior is a very ruthless man. He wants to keep the power he's got and there aren't many lines he isn't willing to cross to keep it. Because of his upbringing he's also extremely arrogant and vain. His favorite game is to act all charming and helpful to strangers he meets and then turn on them once they've let down their guards. He is extremely paranoid and doesn't truly trust anyone involved in his life.
Lior is only loyal to those who treat him as a god. He is creative, adaptable, and focused.

Bio: Lior was born into an ancient demon house that always desired power. His earliest ancestors were content to gain power through marriage and rule over their small holds, but Lior's grandfather(Merik) wanted more. After all they had power some of the weaker races did not and he wanted to expand his territory. So, Merik started enslaving people from outside his lands and killing the ones who opposed him and trained all his descendants to the same.

Lior was born of Merik's oldest son Kanyu and his reluctant wife Wisteria. He wasn't allowed to spend much time with his mother....as she was deemed to troublesome to the family dynamics. He was left mostly in his grandfather and father's care. His childhood and teenage years were spent under intense training so he would be strong enough to continue the Ravengard line. Lior spent his young adulthood leading armies and taking over new territories.

He eventually tired of waiting for his father and grandfather to die in order to become head of the family, and murdered them both. He rules the lands his family has taken over with an iron fist. The only people he allows to get close to him are his little sisters(Imes and Thouna) and a small inner circle.

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First Name: Malinda
Last Name: Shade
Nickname(s): Mal The Shadow
Gender: Female
Age: 50 (about 25 in human yrs)
Species: Wyvern
Appearance (Physical Features):
Dragon: She is completely black with dark blue eyes. She has talons at the bend of her wings that act like hands. She has three horns on each side of her head that get smaller as they near her jaw. She is about 3x bigger than a horse and is extremely muscular in stature. She has natural armor on her underside and under her neck.
Human: She has long black wavy hair that she likes to always be in a bun. Her skin is as black as the night sky and her eyes are a dark blue. Despite her dragon form, she has an extremely slim figure.
Outfit(s)/Inventory:
Human: She always has a dagger under her shirt that she can grab easily. Her scales turn into a black peasant dress or a tavern workers dress, with a white apron. She can always have it change to something else if she needs.
Personality: She is always up for a good time and is a natural flirt. But she can also be very serious.
Talents: She can seduce people a good part of the time.
Special Abilities/Powers: She can breathe white fire and turn into a human.
Occupation(s): Tavern worker
Background: Her family was killed by a group of angry humans right after she hatched. The humans all ended up dying, but so did her parents. She had to raise herself, teach herself how to fly, and to remain in the shadows. She never trusts humans because of this. She still feels bitter and feels she will always be alone, until she meets some individuals that change her point of view on that.

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Name: Ezekiel
Race: Human
Age: 27
Power: Chaos magic
Appearance: Wearing monk like robes of black and gold he dawns whatever symbols necessary in order to pass off as A devout slave the nature of his magic hides some of his more off putting features eyes of bright gold and the scars across his face remain hidden until he begins unleashing his abilities.

Bio: A kind and gentle exterior hides his true intentions of control. Currently he is masquerading as a traveling cultist of a powerful demon lord. Ezekiels true purpose is to convert followers to his cause convincing him that he is the savior of the mortal beings come to free his children.

Background: From the moment he was born the boy had been treated more as an object than a human being, he was studied by the mages of the demon lords. Tortured and pushed to the brink of death in tests that promised revelation of arcane secrets. He did not become a wizard like the children of other races who show arcane aptitude, he was crafted into a living weapon, forced to use his destructive magic on the enemies of his master. Ten years ago the boy managed to escape fleeing into the countryside. Ezekiel returns to the land of his birth harboring a secret, why the demon hosts work so hard to subjugate humanity and the lesser races. Why they keep them under fist and boot, it is not the raw power of the human form it's their ambition a cacophonous fire that echos across the immaterium. Ezekiel will use this fire, he will use his powers to become not only the king of humanity but it's very God and with his power all those who oppose him will be destroyed none will stand in the way of his quest for immortality.
 
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Fia leaned back on her basalt throne pondering the state of things. Not so long ago she had heard the dragons rumbling about a change in the wind. After questioning them, they had said that there were signs that it was time for those who had been foretold about so long ago were set to appear. Her left hand tightened around the chalice as she recalled the prophecy. The words drifted into her mind as clear as the gems in the dragon's hoards. Let those with the eyes to see the heart of chaos and the will born of another world come forth and stand to face the darkness. Fia felt her lips press into a thin line at the memory. She had personally killed and eaten the one who had dared to utter those words. They felt like a threat to her. The current ones in power kept the world in shambles making it easy for her to hunt and thrive.

In times of war and chaos people disappeared all the time. Their friends and family just assumed that they had been killed by some passing army or bandits despite for what few belongings they had on them. No one questioned an unfamiliar face in their villages. They might give her suspicious looks or even spit in her path, but they rarely approached her. If things settled down she would have to be much more careful. She hated careful when it came to her kills. She liked to kill and eat whoever or whatever she wished. A faun today. Perhaps a wood elf tomorrow. Every creature had a unique flavor and she liked being able to choose. Not to mention they livened up her hunts. Different creatures had different abilities and made things interesting. Dragons were intelligent and ruthless. She rarely hunted them since they tended to notice when one of their own went missing. On top of that, they were so big it was difficult to hide the evidence. Salamanders tasted like ashes and stone. Not very appetizing. Besides, both species knew she was here and what she was. There was no point in antagonizing them.

A whimper drew Fia out of her thoughts to the heavily beaten and burned nymph that lay bound in the corner. "Do you desire my attention so soon? I would think you were smarter than to open your mouth where I can hear you." The nymph's eyes went wide and she curled into a ball. Fia snorted. As if being smaller would spare you. Lifting the chalice to her mouth, she finished the blood inside before climbing to her feet. The nymph was her latest hunt and if Fia took care, she could live off it for a few days. Sooner or later blood loss would kill the creature and then Fia would eat it. Flesh or blood sustained her, and the adrenaline and fear only made it better. Approaching the bound creature, Fia smiled, allowing her sharp teeth to show. "Be patient little one. I wish to saver you slowly." The nymph whimpered again and tried to scoot further back into the wall. Fia laughed, but turned and made her way out of the room. At the moment she was to full to do much more than play with her food.

Her home was deep in the mountains. Fia had painstakingly carved it out over the years making herself a home to call her own. Hard stone made up the walls and pits of lava provided the lights and the heat. The land here was rough and not much to look at, but she liked it that way. It kept people away and allowed her to torture her pray without having to worry that people would hear it screaming. Her amusement faded away as she recalled that very soon someone or something was going to become a very big threat to her way of life. Surely others were out there like her who didn't want their existence messed with. It was time to check in with her contacts to see what they had heard about the world and those running it. She knew names and titles, but she wasn't overly keen on just what motivated them. It was time to change that.

With that in mind, Fia made her way to the entrance of her home. On the outside, it looked like nothing but another cave. She had left it that way on purpose. Without hesitation, Fia flung herself off the cliff. Years of practice made it easy for her to shift her shape and fueled by a fresh meal, it took almost no effort. Soon enough she was in the form of a raven and zipping her way across the sky toward a village near the border of her territory. There she would meet with her contact and get a feel for weather or not anyone had noticed anything strange happening.
 
Lior Ravenguard​

The Ravenguard family had ruled lands in the north for hundreds and hundreds of years. Perhaps thousands of years. Such a thing was possible when the family was one of demons who were ridiculously long lived and possessed such power as they did. In the past three generations the family had vastly expanded their territory, until they were calling themselves the kings of the north. Well, King. Lior had been no longer content to share power with his grandfather and his father. He had killed them both rather brutally. Perhaps the two of them had trained him a little too well the nature of ruthlessness. The demon king couldn't quite bring himself to mourn either of them. The Ravenguard's weren't a family who were loving and affectionate after all. They valued whoever could stay on top of things. In fact Merik had seemed quite proud of of Lior in his final moments. He knew that he was leaving the kingdom in the hands of his strongest successor.

Now something was threatening the power wielded. The King of the North had kept a hand in the goings on of dragons. They had some gifts in foresight after all. He had received information from one about a prophecy. A prophecy about people who were supposed to save this land from darkness. It filled the demon king with anger. No one was going to be stealing his power if he could help it. Those with power had the divine right to rule. Weaklings couldn't control anything. Something had eaten his information source though before he could go back and torture him for more information about his prophecy. Irritating. He had sent spies into the area to learn what they could. Apparently there had been some woman lurking in the area. They could tell him she wasn't human but not for sure if she had eaten his dragon. None of them had dared tried to get closer to her to learn more about her. He had killed them slowly by fire for that.

Lior would have to find out more information about this woman himself. Like if she had actually killed the dragon if she had heard more news from him. If she was someone who he could make some sort of alliance with over this prophecy situation. If she turned out to be one of those ridiculous hero types who just killed dragons....well he supposed he could just enslave her.

The king of the north had left the castle in the hands of his younger sister Imes. She was at the moment his most trusted in general. That only meant she had never tried to cross him before. There was too much of their mother in her and his other younger sister for them to ever raise a fuss about his activities. At least so far. As long as they showed no signs of treason he would keep the both of them around. He flew away from his castle after breakfast towards the area where his spies had last reported where they thought the woman had gone.

He touched down in a small village of a border town. Now all he had to do was wait.
 
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Fia landed lightly on the roof of a hovel on the outskirts of the village where she proceeded to eye everything with mild disgust. She hated villages, but she hated larger cities even more. They stake worse than the sulfur pits of her home. Filth and refuse tended to pile up where multiple species tended to gather. It made her skin crawl to even consider it. A bath will be in order when I return home, she thought irritably. Rather than immediately shift her form, Fia lingered as the bird and preened her feathers lazily. Raven eyes were keen, and although she appeared occupied, she was scanning the area, seeking any who may pose a threat as well as her informant. It was while she was doing this that a demon decided to land in the middle of the place.

Interesting, Fia thought. A demon lord out to play in the slums on the edge of my territory. One does not see that everyday. Demons were much like her own kind. Cruel, powerful, sly, and absolutely ruthless. If this one thought to take her territory from her, he would be making a mistake. Done preening herself, Fia let out a sharp caw at an older faun who just so happened to be passing below her perch of choice. The man jumped, dropping the sack he had been carrying. If birds could laugh, Fia would've done so as the man swore at her and threw a rock in her direction. The rock fell short, but Fia was using it as a ruse to shift her location. She gave another angry caw and took to the air with a rapid beat of her wings.

Mindful of the demon, Fia flew a good distance from the village before going to the ground where she shifted into another shape, this one of a young scrawny kitsune. This was the form her contact knew her in. Fia, now a fair bit shorter, and looking to be about six, knew that while appearances could be changed, details where were people got caught. Unlike the demon lord who had come here in his fine clothing and spotless, Fia was not afraid to get a dirty when it called for it. Dropping to the ground, she rolled around, picking up dirt, twigs, and even a few bugs in her fir With the base coat done, Fia proceeded to mess up her long reddish orange hair which she had deliberately left uneven during the shift, causing all manner of knots. Lastly, she took the time to run her hands over her face and arms, smudging the dirt, and rubbing it into her skin so that she looked far from pristine.

Disguise in place, Fia moved back toward the town, making sure to move with the same lazy carefree gate a child of her apparent age would. Without wings, and on short legs, it took Fia a bit longer to make it back to the village. No one looked twice at her. The villagers here were to busy trying to get by to care to much about yet another bony child. Fia located her informant, a mercenary who often worked in the area. He was leaning lazily against a small stone fence near one of the fields owned by a farmer who had a bit of money to spare. She knew because the soldier was working as a guard for the time being, and being paid for it. He was also here because she was paying him. The man didn't ever ask how a youngster like her got the money, nor did he care. He just wanted paid.

Approaching the man, she brushed against him as any small time pickpocket would, but it was a clumsy action that sent the mercenary to cussing. "Begone ya little wretch before I rip off your tails and sell them to the demon lord himself!" Fia ducked the heavy fist the big centaur aimed at her, dropping the purse she had supposedly snatched in the process. Acting the cowered, she babbled her apologies before scurrying off. The centaur grumbled about stupid thieves as he gathered up the pouch and slipped it into one of the pockets on his tunic. Fia, pleased with herself, contemplated what she had been told from her new hiding spot behind some barrels. What are the odds that a demon lord lands in this town the same day my informant tells me that a demon lord warrants my attention?

Her small beady eyes scanned the village until she once again caught sight of the demon lord. Let's see if the little lordly wants to play a game. Once again scurrying from her spot, Fia made her way to the demon, making sure to stumble over a rock and falling into a pathetic pile of legs and tails right in his path. Blinking up at him with wide innocent eyes, she gave a dramatic "Eeep!" of fear and scrambled away from him. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean no harm!" she pleaded, scrambling away from the powerful man. "I thought I saw the heart of all this chaos out in the field!" It was a subtle phrase that used a few key words from the prophesy. If this was a man that knew of it, he would recognize what she was talking about. If he wasn't then odds were he would think her a clumsy little urchin not worth his time. Still, she scrambled to her feet and bolted away from the direction she had motioned to and dove between a few more of the hovels, shifting once again, but this time into a small rodent she could use to observe what happened next.
 
Malinda was busy getting the bar ready for the day. Her slender hands worked swiftly as she wiped the glasses down. Her long black, wavy hair was tied neatly into a bun on top of her head to keep it out of everything. She had been working at this tavern for only a few years, since... she was only 50, which was old for human standards. But her mental state and looks seemed to be closer to those she saw in their mid 20's. She had started working at the tavern to keep tabs on who she needed to kill. To find the ones in the mob all those years ago. And she had found all of them. They were old, but she didn't care. She got what she had wanted, but she still... she still felt empty.

People used to give her funny looks because her skin tone was so different. She used the story that she had lost her family in an accident as they had migrated to a new land to find hope and a new beginning. Of course she had not found that here in the war driven country but she was able to mind her own business and people rarely gave her funny looks anymore. She wished they did still, she felt sick for every human she saw... she had the urge to just .... tear their faces off. Those funny looks would give her an excuse.

The glass she was holding broke in her hands. She looked around to make sure no one saw and quickly picked it up. She wanted to exact the revenge against the human race for what they did to her. Now she was all alone because of them. Malinda's dark blue gaze looked up to gaze out a window in her anger. Just then she saw a woman fall in front of a large man and then scurry away. She tilted her head in confusion but then just shrugged and went about doing her job. Maybe something interesting will finally happen today? She thought to herself.
 
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Lior Ravenguard
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Before entering the village Lior retracted his wings into his back. They were only going to get in his way while he moved around and questioned people. Plus, he hoped without them people wouldn't know he was that demon lord. The demon was too focused on the idea of finding this mysterious woman then to think too deeply about his rich clothing giving him away. Lior stalked into the village, first harassing the people who were closest to the area he had chosen to land and then moving inwards. No one seemed able to tell him anything. Mostly all he got were a collection of old wives tales about spirit women who lived in the forest. It made him furious.

Which was why when a small kitsune child fell right into his path in front of him he gave her his most furious death glare.

"You'd make a good addition to some salt mines somewhere you little idiot,"Lior snarled.

The girl had then uttered a phrase. One that had shown up in the prophecy. It had taken him aback for a minute. Well, the child certainly couldn't have been the one to eat his dragon, but she knew something. He reached out his hands to grab hold of the small and dirty kitsune...but the girl was already running away.

"Someone grab that child! She has information I need!"Lior yelled.

Without waiting to see if anyone would do as he asked he also scrambled after her. But the girl had vanished and seemingly into thin air.
 
She noticed the man go after the girl. Malinda tilted her head, her interest was now peaked. She stopped what she was doing and went outside. She instantly knew he was not human. His robes were too fine, most humans did not have the ability to become nobility or any status of power. Her body leaned against the door frame of the tavern as she watched the man. Her dress fluttered as a breeze started up. She saw the man's confusion when the girl disappeared and she herself did not know how to feel about it. Then she saw a rodent scurrying around. She smirked as she saw it and not the girl. "Now I wouldn't be surprised if she was a shapeshifter." Malinda told herself chuckling. She had only met a few in her life and was a little surprised that one was possibly here in this small village if she was correct, she doubted it though. She then frowned still not sure who or what the man was. She wondered if she should say something to him or point it out. She shook her head and decided to just see how things play out.
 
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Fia heard the demon shouting behind her. Oh yes, he knew something. She would've laughed at the idea of anyone grabbing a hold of her, but she didn't have to worry. By the time he started chasing her, she was out of sight and already in another shape. As she watched, he stormed into the area she had disappeared. Movement at the tavern caught her attention as a young woman stepped outside to watch the fun and games. They had an audience. One who was apparently wise to her tricks if the smirk and the looks were any indicators. Her beady little rat eyes studied the tavern worker, taking in her very distinctive coloring. It made her stand out in the area of poor wretches. For now, Fia let that go, but she made a mental note to come back and kill the woman if she became a problem. She didn't like having people know to much about her and the woman might cause a problem in her plans.

Turning her attention back to the demon, Fia crept out of her little hiding spot and allowed herself to return to her normal shape. Stepping up behind the demon, and noting his height compared to her short stature, Fia leaned close. "Fancy finding a demon lord in this small shit hole of a village. Now you wouldn't be thinking to try and take my territory from me would you? I would not take kindly to that." A smile slid over her lips showing far more than a few sharp teeth. "The last idiot that tried that regretted his decision. I remember his screams." With that ominous warning issued, Fia stepped back and leaned one shoulder against the wall of a hut almost lazily. If the demon was as clever as she thought, he would know better than to believe she was so at ease in his presence. From her position she could see both the woman in the tavern and the demon, allowing her plenty of time to respond if either of them made a threatening movement.

Fia's eyes scanned the demon from head to toe before she gave a snort of amusement. "You are either very brazen or very foolish to come into my territory dressed as you are. Such fine clothes are easily noticed by the people. They talk, and I hear their whispers." As a result of her dirt bath in the kitsune form, Fia was absolutely filthy from head to toe. Changing form was no problem, removing the dirt required a bath. One she was all to eager to get to with another goblet of blood from her current victim. Still, she had to sort this demon out first, and she was patient enough to wait on her bath. After all, timing was everything. "Some of them say that you are here looking for someone." Her smile returned as she crossed her arms. "Having any luck finding them?"
 
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Malinda blinked as she saw the rat turn into a woman. So she was right! The woman was beautiful, even though she was now covered in dirt. She wasn't sure why, even though they both seemed dangerous she felt compelled to go to talk to them. She walked toward them slowly so as to not alarm either of them. They had both peeked her interest, more interest than she's had in people in a long time. She stopped a few feet away from them and crossed her arms. She debated on whether or not she should invite them to talk in the tavern.
 
Cold Mountain air blew, biting his eyes and face, For four days Ezekiel had wandered the woodlands of this mountain range to the point of exhaustion. He had left the city A week ago after the start of A slave revolt and subsequent sacrifice of the owners, the power he rent from their souls did not help to sustain his all too human form. A strange series of visions led him into the mountains, while he is very skeptical of the visions he receives through his powers this one held A strange power over him. Most visions are etheric emmanations of the dreams and nightmares of the living, this was different the names it carried sounded, fammiliar. He knew The Ravenguard demon "family" rules this land, he knows very little of them and Having no better way of disguise he simply wears his robes attempting to pass as A simple peasant. A smile crept across his face, Finally he had come upon civilization A small village tucked away into the mountains. He proceeded to head into town. He spotted A large creature shouting at what seemed to be nothing and immediately stopped. The creatures aura was one of concentrated rage his soulfire A blaze burning against A background of small candles. Ezekiel knew almost at once that he was looking at Lior Ravenguard demon Prince of this land. Being the inquisitive type he followed from A distance.
 
Malinda stopped by the two, wondering what to do now. She decided to invite them in. "The tavern is open if you two have something important that you'd like to discuss..." She trailed off, looking at the two of them. Her dark blue eyes filled with questions.
 
Lior Ravenguard
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"Fancy finding a demon lord in this small shit hole of a village. Now you wouldn't be thinking to try and take my territory from me would you? I would not take kindly to that."

Shapeshifter.

How...annoying. It would explain the disappearing act though. Lior clenched his jaw, reminding himself that he was hear for information, not for a fight.

"I wouldn't be here unless I thought I had to be. And no, I'm not seeking any expansion at the moment...rather information."he replied, turning to face her.

He regarded her leaning up against the wall with a very casual air. She no longer looked like the kitsune child he was fairly sure she had been. The shapeshifter now looked like a very filthy woman. He adopted an air of nonchalance to the clothing comment. It rankled him, but he didn't want to admit to his mistake.

"Perhaps I dressed like this on purpose. Your lands aren't very far from my own...so maybe I needed to use my reputation in order to gather some information about some dragons,"he added.

He turned his attention to the newcomer on the scene by inclining his head.

"I think we should go inside the tavern. I believe we might have some mutual concerns to deal with in the near future. Perhaps we can hash some things out in a more private setting."
 
Fable looked between the two of them and nodded. She turned away from them, leading them to the tavern. She wiped down a table for them, the dark wood glistening for a moment after wiping it down. She then walked behind the bar and asked them what kind of drink they would like. Her hands were swift at the work she was so used to. She glanced up at the strangers, finding them intriguing, wondering who they were. Her eyes glistened slightly as she smelled the air. The gentlemen had an unfamiliar scent but she could see a powerful aura around him. She decided to keep her mouth shut.
 
Ezekiel waited A few minutes before he approached the tavern, entering slowly he proceeded to take A seat at A table. Eyeing the two he had followed and now another all three of their souls burned with warp fire, he could feel their minds, powerful and focused individuals all who would stop at nothing to achieve their goals. Ezekiel stopped himself from delving into their thoughts as many demons and dragonkin are naturally attune to magic and would likely discover him. For now he listens.
 
Malinda looked up at the newcomer into the tavern and quickly went over to them. "What would you like..." She trailed off. He felt off too but she shook her head and continued to ask questions. "We have eggs and bacon for breakfast... and name the drink and I'll make it."
 
"Simply bread and water ma'am I am A simple man and have not much money" he examines her up and down connecting his gaze with hers his eyes taking on A strange transition from A full brown to almost golden "your eyes are deep, they speak to me of loss, A shadow in your past, you have yet to fully recognize, once you do you're destiny will be magnificent," he broke his gaze looking down at the table, shaking his head as his eyes return to normal.
 
Malinda blinked and took a step back, her eyes glowed slightly, feeling threatened. "What are you?" Her dark skin rippled slightly, threatening a transformation. Her dress waved slightly. She took deep breathes trying to calm herself down, if other people saw this, things would become a disaster. She shook her head and just like that she was normal again and walked off, getting her the newcomer's food and water ready and bringing it back to him.
 
Upon her return Ezekiel lowered his head "thank you, I did not mean to startled you. Nature has graced me with certain abilities, one of which allows me to sense certain truths about those I meet." he placed A copper piece on the table.
 
She took the copper piece and quickly left him there without saying another word. She glanced over at the other two, wondering what they were talking about but she went about cleaning. Trying to mind her own business the best she could.
 
As Malinda began cleaning A table near him Ezekiel spoke "your loss is tragic it has shaped your life in many ways, in fear of isolation you had come to live with the human flock lest you be alone, I sense your ambition I know that you are not one of them, by your nature you want more but you are afraid of what the world will do." he paused "I believe in helping people achieve their truth and defeat their fear." He spoke gently almost as if to himself.
 
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