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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/31/2017 5:36:59 AM
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[i]A certain person had exited the vehicle, It was a handsome male with combed back hair that was the shade of strawberry blonde, which incidentally revealed his ocean blue eyes. He must have stood at 6'1, not counting the armor he had on.
He primarily had on a Long Gambeson that had bear fur at the hem and a rather large pouch on a sling. Mostly for aesthetic purposes, then starting at the collarbone was vegetated leather which ended at his lower ribcage. Underneath the leather armor was chainmail sewn on the quilted gambeson itself, which reached all the way down to the knees. Finally there was the gambeson itself, which was studded.
His shoulder pads were of a Damascus steel plate which effectively protected his shoulders, but left his elbows and armpits exposed. Only covered by the studded gambeson. To match the shoulder pads he had of steel bracers, his hands covered by leather gloves. One of which held a 1.8 meter staff in hand with multiple ferrules on each end, it was a mix of oak and rattan wood. Most likely to prevent splitting and strike harder with each blow.
His ceramic kneepads were covered by the gambeson, but his boots were visible. Plate covering down to the ankle, the rest being vegetated leather.
The man known as Cirran-Cirraca Xanthus had approached the entrance.[/i]
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[spoiler]a witcher??[/spoiler] [spoiler]also, really good character description man! Will you need one for alex though? I believe I have already introduced him to you.[/spoiler] The massive door's steel bars began to rise up as he approached the entrance. Then, doors opened wide for him. As the doors opened he was able to look inside and see dozens of people bustling about. They all had jobs to do, that was clear. It took a little more observation for the blond man to see that this was actually a throne room, turned into an office. He looked ahead and saw the white haired, pale skinned and blue eyed Alex Coldbourne sitting in his throne. He was talking to a shorter man with gelled back black hair, who seemed to be writing things down.
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[spoiler]Not quite. Xanthus is a Sorcerer, who killed a Witcher for this gear. He's from the Witcher universe, just not a Witcher. And it'd be nice if you did provide a description.[/spoiler] [i]The 136 year old Sorcerer took a look around the renovated throne room with mild disgust. It seemed these people had no care for their forefathers work upon this castle, at least that'd what he thought. Nonetheless he straightened his look and walked towards the throne itself, the Quarterstaff tapping on the ground, echoing with each tap as he approached. Xanthus had stopped short of the throne, about a couple meters away.[/i] "I received news that this one wishes to offer me a job? Yet this place desecrates what forefathers have done to this place and so on."
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Alex looked away from the man with the tablet and raised an eyebrow to the man who stood in his hall. [i]Oh jeez...an intellectual douche bag[/i] he thought to himself. He stood up from his throne, and his entire figure was revealed. His face was edged as he hand high cheek bones and a sharp jaw. His noise was smooth and not too large for his face. He had light blue eyes and white shaggy hair that almost covered them as he brushed his hair out of the way to get a look at the man ahead of him. He wore a long white fur coat that had a white wolf pelt around the collar. He wore a black fitting piece of armour on his chest and dark black pants to compliment them, along with black shoes that looked built for the snow. He walked towards the newcomer, sighing heavily as he did so. He couldn't help but break the feeling that he really wasn't gunna like this guy... "Pretty sure a man can do whatever the hell he wants when he gets to live in his child hood home!" He exclaimed to Xanthus.
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"Yes, if your childhood involved pillaging a castle with your fellow inbred heathens. I can see how." [i]The mage said back with snark as he sighed, gripping the staff as his eyes stared right at the Deity. Xanthus had a weathered and jaded look to him, it was apparent he had experienced many things.[/i] "Might you tell me why I was invited here, in some bizarre carriage nonetheless? I suppose this reminds me of Kaer Trolde, but that's not the point. Speak your intentions."
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Alex now really didn't like this guy. He reminded him of someone that he wouldn't speak of to such an asshat. But, the man looked useful. "Ya. I have a job for you. Unless you ain't done criticizing it for its wallpaper yet." Alex answered sarcastically.
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"Actually, I will criticize the wallpaper. It's tacky as hell. More than this damned Witcher's armor..." [i]He had remarked, pulling on the fur collar which had revealed a minor rash.[/i] "Damned things giving me a rash, I have no clue how that Witcher could wear it...But nonetheless, a job you say? I would like some information, as I'd rather not read peoples minds to do so."
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"Ya know, I sort of had a feeling you could read minds as you walked in here." Alex admitted. "It takes a special kind of prick to have the ability to read minds." After Alex's insult, he walked over to his left towards an oak wood door. "C'mon. In here." He said as he opened it.
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"All Sorcerers and Sorceresses can read minds. Though I wouldn't expect you to know that, you probably know as much as a peasant farmer." [i]He walked into the door, awaiting whatever it is.[/i]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 4/1/2017 3:26:25 PM"Sorry. Hard to know a lot about a basically extinct breed of the human species." Alex decisively rebutted. As Xanthus entered the room he saw a line of computers on the back wall and a large table that seemed to be projecting a map of the world of Tatakai.
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"There's a good reason why mages are sterile." [i]Xanthus took a good look around the room, waiting for the Deity to talk.[/i]
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"Mmmmmm. Right." Alex said as he tapped the floating projection of the world. The world spun around then zoomed in on the City labeled "Teluria." "Alright. Here's the plan. We need to go into the city and recruit a tech expert and scientist known as Helix. Sounds simple, right? Well not really. As soon as I was planning to go and pick him up he disappeared without a trace. The police report it as a kidnapping so I wouldn't doubt it. You and I need to go into Teluria and find him. I'm sure it'll be easy for a smartass such as yourself?"
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[i]Xanthus sighed.[/i] "Fine, I'll see what I can do. Though if you wanted to track someone down then hire a damned Witcher. Where is this Teluria anyways?"
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"In the ollimund region. Their forces took a beating with the Twilight fiasco so they haven't been able to get a handle on a lot of things. I'm hoping this is a first step for use to be allied with em, so I'm coming with you."
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"The what now?" [i]He had asked, reaching into his bag and producing a bottle that of which let a faint glow of purple. He opened it, letting out a bizarre aroma of oranges and old books. Xanthus then drank the potion.[/i]
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"The...okay forget it. You and I are on a man hunt in an overpopulated as all hell city. You're getting paid. You in or not?"
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"Depends on how I'm getting paid. But nonetheless I might as well accept, I don't have anything better to do. At least I'm not some conniving bitch who's trying to control everyone like a certain group...." [i]Xanthus had said, referring to the Lodge of Sorceresses in particular. He wasn't a druid, but he did have some form of disdain for sorceresses.[/i] "Might I open a portal for us? It'll make the trip faster."
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"Don't see why we wouldn't." Alex said. "After you."
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"Et cata arn blaine!" [i]Xanthus had chanted, waving his staff in front of him once, opening a portal. Then he had motioned Alex to enter the portal with said staff.[/i]
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[spoiler]your quest will be up later today[/spoiler]
