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A city plagued by evil clawing at it's walls, sending out a call for heroes to come to their aid. Some lived there already, others heard the call from foreign lands. They all came to gather in the port of Light's beacon, the sole city on the island of death still untouched. Protected by a magnificent monolith of purest crystal exuding a brilliant radiance of sacred light.

It is in these circumstances that you gather. Some disembarking from ships just now arriving in the harbor, others waiting for those same ship, eager to see who would answer the call this month.

(This is the time to introduce your character. It is your choice whether they are already at the island or just now disembarking.)


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The waves rocked the now docked boat to and fro and a lithe elven female walked off the boat, her long black hair tied back into a half horse tail and her emerald green eyes sharp. She stood an easy five feet and along side her strode a tiger with burning amber eyes. The animal looked up to his companion and she gave the animal a warm smile and ran her hand from it's head, down it's spine and over it's tail, soothing him. “Shhh, We're fine Embre.” With that they hit the wooden walk of the dock and looked about, taking in the city and the plethora of people milling about.

This would be fun, in a way. She had answered a call to come and help with an undead hoard, but she was also here to learn as much as she could about the local animal and plant life. Being a Druid, this was one of her callings. She padded softly down the dock and into the crowds, keeping a sharp eye and her ears open. The city was new to her, as she was used to rolling green hills and deep, lush forests. Leera found herself a little over whelmed by it all and laid her hand on Embre as they moved for comfort and then stopped in a small opening in the crowd to look about.

People watched her and gave Embre a wide berth, her green eyes watched them and had a mischievous sparkle to them. This might be fun after all if people weren't sure of her. Leera was not the evil sort, but more on the chaotic side and did enjoy a little bit of turmoil. She however distrusted people with a passion and chose to spend her time mostly with Embre or other animals in the locations she found herself in. Another quick look around and she sat on a crate with Embre at her feet and settled in to people watch for a bit until she decided to head into town. However she was cozy where she was, for the moment, anyways.

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It was only the second time Gra'Zir was on a boat. Somehow, he had forgotten how much he hated sailing, or perhaps just thought he could not endure it. Still, it was with a smile Gra'Zir found himself to be sick only once during the trip, though Sickened for the entire duration. The black cat swayed on the deck like a drunk, very quiet and with droopy ears and a low tail, but with a smile on his lips that revealed just the tips of his fangs.

Gra'Zir was catfolk, and as far as he could see he was the only one aboard the ship, nor had he seen any of his race in the port city of Foil’s Rest from which he had started this gut-churning journey. In Light's Beacon there were supposed to be opportunities for adventure and riches offered to brave heroes – or to cats who could fake bravery - but in truth Gra'Zir had only boarded the ship due to an overzealous local guard force and a powerful man who dig not appreciate that a catfolk ran off with his wallet... which contained the ticket for the ship.

It was a shame there were no other catfolk on the boat, for Gra'Zir would have liked the company of his own kind. He was short, even for his lithe race, only 4'8'' tall, but he considered himself handsome. His fur was neat and well groomed, mostly black, with white tips on the eats and on his hands and his feet. How horrible would it be to be a tabby cat or some awful shade of orange? Gra'Zir blended into the night, and looked enough like any other black catfolk that people could not identify him as the culprit of any crime... which was another reason he wished his race was more prolific in this region. As he thought of his loneliness, he smiled.

The boat docked - at last, the journey had been entirely too long - and Gra'Zir rushed to get off.
It was then he saw he was not the only cat here after all. It was not a catfolk, but it was still quite amazing: a big cat-cat, following some elf girl like a lapdog. Such pity, it should be free like Gra'Zir, and he followed the elf woman, wishing, perhaps, to spot why the big cat obeyed this woman. A woman of power of animals, perhaps, here to fight the undead? Powerful then, to sway the noblest of beasts. And so, a valuable ally to fight alongside for the promised riches of the island, yes yes.

"Gra'Zir introduces himself," Gra’Zir said to the elf, keeping a smile on his face and a healthy distance to the tiger, "his name is Gra'Zir, the Swashy Cat. Perhaps you would not mind the company of a second feline companion, beautiful elf maid?"


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The crowd was thinning and Leera was growing bored of watching the comings and goings of the dock. She did hear someone approaching her, but she did not see the need to address the individual, well, until he spoke. Swashy cat? A turn of the head brought the cat into her view and she eyed the creature before her. Why was he talking to her? A brow was quirked and a smirk came to pale pink lips. “You know how to sweet talk, that's for sure.” It was mumbled out and Embre growled at the other feline, low and deep. Leera put a comforting hand on her companion again and he responded with a loud rumble of approval before opening bright gold eyes and looking dead at Gra'zir.

Leera stood and looked down at Gra'zir, shrugged and started walking. She didn't care if the black and white catfolk followed her, it didn't mean she was going to interact. Leera was like most elves, other species were pitiful and below her and even though Gra'Zir was Catfolk, it didn't count him as an animal to her. The crowd parted easily for Leera and Embre, mostly due to Embre, and the woman gave a sly smile. She was used to people backing away from Embre, it even amused her now. You'd think people had never seen a tiger before.

Another tilt of her head to check if Gra'Zir was behind her came up muddled and she turned and looking for the little Catfolk. After a moment she turned back around and took in the huge crystal monolith, it was beautiful, that was for sure, but she needn't forget why she was here. There were undead to deal with and things to learn. She put Gra'Zir out of her mind and headed into the belly of the city, letting the crowds do what they would and allowing herself to blend as best she could.

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Matrim shook his cup absently at passerby's his real focus on the dock not he empty tin cup. This had been his routine for the last 4 days, set up somewhere that was near the docks and had a good view of the ships unloading. Not many people cared about beggars much less wanted to interact with them, it was the perfect disguise for his purposes. It was surprising how many morons flocked to a call for heroes. Even more surprising was how few were anything resembling impressive. The hours were mostly uneventful a few people that looked like they could handle themselves passed through but nothing spectacular, nothing he couldn't by with enough coin. It was around noon when he saw the first thing that caught his attention in the week he had been on this island. A tiger. A real tiger. Disembarking the boat next to a woman, an elf if he was not mistaken.

"Now that is interesting." Matrim muttered to himself. He watched the elf and the tiger as they moved of to the side, the elf taking a seat on a crate her tiger sitting beside her. Not long after a catfolk walked up and started talking to her. This day was full of surprises. First a tiger than a fellow rapier user. It didn't take long for the elf to stand up and start moving into the city after the catfolk walked up to her. Pulling out a potion of disguise self Martim drank it with a smile anyone who looked would see an older human man his face dirty and his hair white and unkempt. Satisfied that his potion worked Matrim started moving after the elf with the tiger. As he walked past the cat folk Matrim bumped into him and lifted his purse before walking off like nothing happened.

Matrim chuckled as he hefted the purse, the catfolk was surprisingly wealthy perhaps he wouldn't miss a few coins, and it would be hard to find an old beggar man that didn't exist. Sticking the purse into a pocket Matrim moved through the crowd following the elf with the tiger.


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Leera walked away without even telling him her name. Gra'Zir smiled and looked at her walk away. In doing so, he did notice the weight of his money pouch lifting. He licked his lips and pursued the elf, and thus abandoned any chance of seeing his money again.

"Beautiful elf, Gra'Zir sees you have just walked off the boat, so you are new in this land, new as a kitten just like Gra'Zir. It is not good to be alone, not when danger lurks and the dead rise, eh? Gra'Zir says to cover your bases. You can do many things Gra'Zir cannot, but Gra'Zir wagers he can do many things the lovely elf needs as well."

He skipped in front of her and walked backwards with his tail sweeping behind him. When he felt he was about to walk into someone, the tail swept quickly to the sides, finding the place to go and Gra'Zir nimbly danced around the crowd in this fashion, keeping his eyes locked on Leera, and the eternal smile on what passed for his lips.

"Gra'Zir sees you, and Gra'Zir then thinks here is a beautiful elf who deals in the natural world. She keeps a cat around and it obeys her, but she does not wield a bow. Perhaps the sweet maiden is no ranger but someone magic, Gra'Zir then thinks to himself. And if the sweet maid knows magic and speaks to animals, then Gra'Zir wagers she has come to the land to fight the things... unnatural? Gra'Zir also wagers she will not do this alone, for she lacks some powers, even if she has her own. Gra'Zir can talk sweet, as the charming elf said, but Gra'Zir is not sure she can herself, for she had no soft words in return. She will need a swashy cat to speak for her or she will make enemies and find no friends. She will need a cat who can vanish into the night and get the shiny things from inside the houses. She will need Gra'Zir whose blade has made a thousand men bleed, yes? Gra'Zir, the Swashy Cat, is all of these, as smooth as fur, as nimble as shadow, and as sharp as claw. Perhaps the lovely elf will tell Gra'Zir her name now, and then she will fail to convince him she has no need of Gra'Zir's skills, for she will try to say she has all of them herself, eh? Gra'Zir is listening."


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Leera finally heard the cat behind her and sighed, turning, Embre doing the same. He really did know what lip service was, that was for sure. As he talked, she listened and watched the black and white creature before her. He had a point. There were some things she didn't know, but she was sure she could get through them. She also had the feeling he would keep tailing her even if she told him she wasn't interested in his company. Oh well. “Gra'Zir, I hear you. I am Leera Duskfall and this is Embre.” She stroked the tiger's head and walked a few paces away from the catfolk before turning again.

He was right, she could use a smooth talker. Fine. “Fine, I see what you mean, I could use someone of your talents. I welcome you to follow me.” She gave a soft smile which held to it an air of mischief. As he talked some more she laughed. “Yes, I am no ranger, Gra'Zir, I am a Druid.” She said no more, simply motioned for him to follow her and set off into the city. Embre padded beside her and she took a look over her shoulder at the crowd behind them. She saw nothing out of the ordinary and shrugged, walking on.

“So, you know why I'm here. Why is it you are here, Gra'Zir? What brings you to a place plagued by evil, where the dead walk again?” Her green eyes peered at him over her shoulder as she found a bench to sit on and once again watch the crowds and as they came and went. They almost reminded Leera of the sea, the way it pulsed and moved. A smile came to her lips at the thought and she patted the seat next to her, inviting Gra'Zir to sit beside her. “Tell me more of you, sir Swashy cat.” Her smile was genuine this time, as she was finding the little feline amusing.

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Tycho watched the newcomers to the island from a shaded seat located under a large tree. To the untrained eye he looked just like some relaxing mercenary, but that was far from the actual truth. Clothed in studded leather of a fine quality, and armed with two blades whos origins were to be found in the mysterious lands in the east of the world. Of these newcomers to the island, he noticed a tiger of all things and it's handler, which appeared to be some form of Elf. Her companion also struck some interest, unmistakably a catfolk, who seemed to be rather keen on keeping up with the Elven woman and her tiger. Tycho wasn't much bothered by them, even if the latter's race wasn't that common, their buisness is their to know and for him to not care about. He had his own plans for the day, and they involved not meddling with those that couldn't assist himself in someway.

Standing up from his shaded seat a ways away, Tycho ambeled down a rough dirt road towards the main market place, in the general direction of the pair of newcomers. When he arrived in the market place, he joined in with the massed crowds of newcomers and shoppers. He honestly didn't understand why people even bothered coming to this wretched island anymore, it was a literal wasteland inside the inner areas, an if the undead monstrosities didn't kill you then the roving band of degenerate outcasts would do. It was a doomed island in his mind, the other cities had been spared thus far because their guards were exceptiaonlly competent, at least Light's Beacn had it's namesake white beacon. But who was he to argue with the opinion of potentially hundreds of people that were arriving, they'd figure out soon enough why thie island wasn't so popular after all.

Continuing his leisurely walk amoungst he townsfolk and newcomers, he passed several seemingly well stcoked stalls each selling their own unique invetory of goods to the others that lived in the area. Had it not been for the constant threat of living in a plac elike this, then it may have almost been calm and relaxing. Perhaps even a holiday to some folks. But that was a far cry to what it was, and he didn't exactly see anything changing in a hurry. Zombies and other monsters roamed the desolate outsides of the cities, and outasts plotted their ways back into the cities they are shunned from. Nothing was peaceful about it save the oceans.

As he walked, Tycho kept throwing momentary glances at the catfolk man and his companion, they were not so much worry, butrather the huge tiger that they travelled with. How on earth they had trained such a creature was beyond him, but it didn't matter all too much, he had a plan forming in his mind.

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Carelza Magispark stood in her workshop, which was basically just a tent with a lot of tools stuffed in it. Tweaking on her latest experiment, a small machine next her her gives a beep, signalling that the power alignment was now at the desired values. Carelza smiles, hops down from her stool, and admired her work. The machine, a piece of artifice designed to deliver powerful, directed blasts of electricity, was her finest work yet. integrated with a mechanism to harness excess unstable enegry and focus it into a shield, the gun could fire and defend at the same time. She had to find ways to upgrade the power reserve, she knew that, but it was a minor snag that could be countered with ingenuity and skill. He grabbed her engraving pen and gave the machine its designation, TED mk. 2. Finishing her work, she smiled happily, took the machine off its pedestal, and swung it across her back. She headed out of her workshop, taking her savings with her, and headed out into the streets.

The streets of the town were croweded this time of day, making travel by foot a positively lethal task for a girl as short as she was. Therefore, she announced her every step with loud curses and bellowed commands to "make bloody way", sometimes accompanied by a crackling of her new invention - a threat display, as she never actually fired it. Finding her way between a number of 'tallies', as she called all non-gnome sapients, she dodges through a back alley, crashing into Tycho the Mercenary Apparent just as she left the back alley.

"Ow! Watch where you're going, butthole!"

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Matrim chuckled as he watched the Catfolk bouncing around the elf like a puppy. Swashy cat indeed. As the elf took a seat on a nearby bench Matrim ducked into a nearby alley. He grinned as his potion wore off revealing a 5 foot 10 inch tall man. The more visible parts of his body showed subtle signs of his heritage, his skin a dark grey tint, his hair white and hanging down to his shoulders. His eyes were a golden color that almost seemed to glow in low light. Running his hands through his hair Matrim looked down to make sure everything looked presentable. His dark coat rested nicely over his leather armor an fell to just above his knees and his dark pants were tucked into his boots. Adjusting his belt Matrim tugged on his rapier making sure he could slide it out at need.

Pulling out the purse Matrim stole from the Catfolk he took a step then hesitated. Opening it up Matrim pulled out 5 gold coins tucking them into his own purse. Closing the purse again Matrim stepped out of the alley and walked up to the Elf and the Catfolk tapping the Catfolk on the shoulder.

"Excuse me is this yours?" Matrim held out the purse with his best smile.

The Catfolk tilted its head and looked at the purse with a humored expression. It was a subtle thing, difficult to notice, but his tail curved so the middle of it touched the spot his purse would have been, had Matrim not stolen it.

"Gra'Zir has lost his purse, yes, and it is this you are holding." There was a purr to his voice as the cat observed Matrim, either with curiosity, or with predatory instinct.
"Gra'Zir thanks the kind man if the kind man intends to give Gra'Zir back his purse. If not, then Gra'Zir admits to being confused. He has never understood why you
giza do the strange things you do, but Gra'Zir excepts nonetheless."
The cat held out his left hand, the right one was resting too near the rapier.


Matrim chuckles and places the purse in Gra'Zir's hand.

"What kind of person would I be if I showed you your purse without giving it back to you. A stupid one. Us rapierists must stick together you know. The kind man is called Matrim. It is nice to meet you Gra'Zir."

Gra'Zir accepted the purse, but he did not smile wider. Instead his tail flicked about rapidly and a definite purr entered his voice.
"Gra'Zir is so happy, kind Matrim, so happy. Gra'Zir thanks you, and Gra'Zir wonders if you have come to this island to reap its rewards like Gra'Zir and this beautiful elf have? If so, perhaps the kind man needs friends? Sticking together, as the kind man says, yes?"


Matrim grins and shrugs his shoulders.

"How could I say no to partying with a cute Elf lady, her beautiful tiger companion, and a fellow rapierist?" Matrim turns slightly and smiles at the Elf.

"Speaking off, may I ask your name?"


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Leera stopped talking to the Swashy cat and snapped her head up to stare at the man approaching them. Her eyes narrowed as she studied him and then she turned her face from his and sighed. She didn't like talking to too many people and Embre watched the man now, ears flicking too and fro. He wasn't about to let this strange man get too close to his master. When he handed Gra'Zir back his purse Leera took a good look at Matrim and quirked an eyebrow. He was either a good samaritan or he had other reasons, either way, it was none of her business.

Leera was forever skeptical of people, it was just part of who she was and when the man asked her name after calling her cute and Embre beautiful she smiled slightly. Flattery, a weakness of hers. “Well then, I might just be obliged to give you my name, Sir Matrim.” She dipped her head ever so slightly and Embre looked to Leera, made a grumbly noise and then lied down, watching the man accusingly. Embre was not as vain as his mistress was. “I am Leera Duskfall and this is Embre.” She stroked the animal along his spine, having to stoop a little, but she managed it.

She looked back to her feline companion, Gra'Zir and then sighed a little. “Well, before we accept you along, sir, why is it you've come?” She wanted to be sure his goals matched hers and that he would not be a hindrance to them before she invited the man along. Leera knew what she was here for, she almost knew what Gra'Zir was here for and she had no clue what Matrim was here for. She lookd to Gra'Zir and blinked. “Come to think of it, sir Cat, I do not know why you are here either. Your tongue has told me everything but that.” She fixed her gaze on the cat and then back to Matrim. “This one has a silver tongue, do keep your guard up.” She only half joked and then crossed her arms over her chest and eyed the men, waiting.

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Matrim looked at Leera then to Gra'Zir and back a half smile forming on his face. Sweeping his hands out to the side Matrim winked at Leera.

"You flatter me Leera but I am no sir. I am just a simple male after knowledge, and where better to find knowledge then in a place that has so many confused." Looking sidelong at Gra'zir Matrim grins openly. "And really I think that silver tongues often accompany rapierists. Both are fast and sharp and much more dangerous than they seem."

Matrim lets out a chuckle and readjusts his belt slightly letting his coat open slightly showing the tip of his tail briefly.


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Tycho was far too transfixed on his destination to notice what looked to be a Gnome come hurtling towards him with, apparent reckless abandon and a foul temperament. '"Ow! Watch where you're going, butthole!' He heard the diminutively sized women curse at him, had it not been for the fact that he was trying to focus on the task at hand - Getting close to that tiger - then he may have just laughed at the Gnome's rather cute attempt at being threatening. "Soon as you watch where you are going, malformed Halfling." He answered the Gnome with gritted and visible teeth, he had been looking for a creature like that lion for years now. It wasn't going to get away.

When he stood within only about ten metres of the tiger and it's handlers, Tycho pulled out a hastily folded up and tattered piece of paper from his pocket. Upon the tattered note was a drawing of what looked to be a ioun stone in the shape of a tiger's eye, rumoured to be found on tigers of a magical nature, and given it's markings...that was no ordinary tiger. Hurriedly stuffing the crumpled paper back into his pocket, Tycho moved about the crowd to a point where he could more closely observe the animal.

It was blatantly clear to him that stealing it would be out of the question, such a fine beast would no doubt be loyal only to it's current owners and no one else...thankfully he wanted the eyes of the creature. Perhaps a more, golden, solution was at hand. Tycho went to move towards the handlers in a leisurely manner, but stopped himself before he had begun. Another person, this time wearing a large leather coat, had walked up to the Catfolk male and handed him a coin purse. If the cat was as clumsy as that, then stealing the tiger wasn't completely out of the question.

Composing himself, Tycho confidently strode up to the two men and the Elven lady that stood by the large feline. Perhaps Tycho's skill with the Elven language would prove useful here. In a clear tone in the Elf's native language he said to her. "How much for the tiger madam?"

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Leera listened to Matrim and nodded. “Ah, true. Then again, I myself am more dangerous than I seem.” She winked and looked over the crowd and then back to her two companions. She heard some epithet and shrugged it off, not realizing the one who cursed was a gnome and looked over the crowd once more and then went back to stroking a now sitting Embre. The tiger wasn't comfortable with all of these people about and knew better than to let his guard down, pretty much out of pure instinct.

When a new comer approached them, Leera was taken aback. How much for Embre? She was suddenly very upset with this new man and narrowed her eyes and snarled under her breath. “He is not for sale.” She spat in her native tongue and stood. Embre snarled as well, back fur bristling until Leera put her hand on his head. “Can you not see he is a Companion? Have you never seen a Druid before?” Druids and their companions usually formed tight bonds and the pair were no exception. Leera scoffed and looked away from the man, taking her seat again and crossing one leg over the other, still insulted he would even ask the question.

She looked to Matrim and Gra'Zir and shook her head. “Should we be getting gone soon?” Leera was clearly getting impatient and wanted away from the man who had asked to buy Embre off of her.

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Deciding that she's not willing to let the man go without giving him what's coming to him, Carelza picks herself up, and follows the man, yelling profanities as imaginative as the stories of an old crone and more colourful than coral reefs, though her short legs and short stature means she loses Tychos relatively fast. Deciding to find high ground, Carelza bounds onto some crates, and looks around. She finds Tychos some distance away, talking to an elven woman. Carelza then gingerly hops onto the roof of a passing passenger cart and drops off the moment she's close, approaching the elf and her company. Pulling TED mk. 2 from her back, she lets it charge, delivering a loud crackle of electricity once she stands more or less precisely behind Tychos. She snarls.

"You owe me an apology, dipshit." The tip of TED was riddled with tendons of surging electricity, and a light bulb on the weapon showed that it was ready to fire. "And I'm going to get it, even if it means deep frying you first." She completely ignored the rest of the company, though a nearby caster may be able to recognize the magical signature of a medium-tier evocation spell.

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Keeping a guise of utmost calm and composure despite the rampant cursing that was going on inside his mind, Tycho didn't exactly know how to respond to that. A druid?! Why in the name of this forsaken island did it have to be a druid?! Tycho had never had any form of good relations with druids, they were always far too stuck up and stubborn for his liking. Perhaps he would have to follow them and resort to more, drastic, actions. He had a knife stored somewhere, and if all else failed he could always forcibly take the creature's magical eyes. It wasn't exactly planned, but he would do it. These treasure could set him up for several lifetimes! Let alone a few more measly months before he could leave this place.

"Madam, I had no idea that you were among the druids. A deep apology for intruding and offering to buy such a, loved, creature." He answered the fiery Elf, still maintaining his composure despite the anger that threatened to consume him. Glancing at the other men in the group, Tycho sighed and went to walk off from them, but someone apparently had a different plan for him.

The diminutive, and malformed, Halfling that had recklessly ran into him a short walk away, had apparently not accepted that she looked like her namesake. Why did everyone on this damn island have stupidly short fuses. This time however, the creature seemed more...aggressive, then last. He couldn't exactly tell what was behind him, for he lacked any such power, but he assumed that the woman had some kind of weapon drawn. Everyone in this place seemed armed to the teeth.

"You realise that if you harm me, a much poorer fate than your current awaits you." He threatened the Gnome, though it was a threat he didn't plan on acting on. "Nevertheless, I suppose an, apology, is in order."

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The supposed weapon gives a deep hum before dying down. Carelza's demeanour changes instantly, a big smile suddenly plastered on a beamingly happy face. "Goodie! Apology accepted." The little woman slings the weapon on her back - right next to a light crossbow and a quiver of bolts - before looking to the rest of the group, the rage in her eyes replaced with a deep, impenetrable curiosity, like that of a little child living their favourite fairy tale. Her wild, unkempt, pink hair waves in the wind, her eyes locking with the druid's companion. Her jaw drops and her eyes go ever wider, and she suddenly begins speaking at such a tempo that one could wonder if she got hit by a time warping spell.
"Oh, he's beautiful! The-tone-of-his-fur-combined-with-the-shimmer-in-his-eyes-provide-an-aesthetic-contrast-which-causes-a-psychologial-reaction-that-makes-the-viwer-more-inclined-to-notice-the-slender-edges-of-the-body-which-in-turn-enhances-the-slender-streamlined-form-of-his-muscles-providing-a-sleek-and-elegant-appearance-in-complete-confomirty-with-the-surrounding-no-matter-the-colour-and-form-of-the-background-and-is-further-enhanced-by-the-mathematical-proportions-in-length-witdth-and-depth-of-each-aspect-of-his-physical-form! He's... An artistic masterpiece of nature!"
She gingerly approaches the feline creature, wonder in her eyes. She reaches out with a hand, wanting more than anything in the world to run her hand through the elegant creature's fur. She obviously have no concept of whatever the cat or its companion may think of it, an act that is more than just a little reckless.

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despite the gnome's gushing about the strange exotic feline, you see what appears to be a figure materializing from the shadows of an alleyway. The figure looks around for a few moments, seemingly unaware or uncaring that his unusual entrance has been detected, and then stands upright. His robeclad posture is elegant yet filled with purpose, his sturdy frame suggest him to be a human, perhaps even one of the original natives of the land great nimbleness. His face is concealed by the hood of the robe he is wearing. He walks in your direction with a purposeful stride.

As he draws closer, he raises his head. His eyes have a hypnotic, almost transfixing quality to them. His black hairs billows around his face like strings of the night sky, and he looks to be quite young, almost unnervingly so even. As he draws near, time appears to slow to a crawl.And finally, he speaks up. "You, adventurers! I have a request for all of you.

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Tycho had a false smile upon his face when he glanced around at the Gnome woman and her weird, weapon. He had little knowledge on the weird mechanical ways of people that made such odd contraptions, but he figured that the thing was probably deadly. Returning his gaze back towards the Cat-Man and his companion, the Elven Druid lady that Tycho now knew had a vicious temperament, he made to tell them of his leaving and, tell them once again, that the sale of the large feline had been a complete misunderstanding of the highest degree. How was he supposed to know of the connection between the druid and it's companion.

However, instead of saying his farewell and walking on to other areas of the market, Tycho stopped. From an alleyway not too far away, he noticed a figure. It looked vaguely humanoid, two arms, two legs, torso, head. It's eyes had a strange, almost draw to them, like they compelled others to stare at them. But it seemed to materialize from the very shadow itself, akin to the wretched ways of some undead. Tycho had never been one to question the weird ways that magic worked, but he could tell that either the figure was some kind of knowledgeable spellcaster...or something much, much worse.

He kept a cautious eye on the mysterious newcomer, it was not in his best interest to get mauled or maimed...yet. His hands drifted to his sides, at waist-level, ready. His sheer distrust of the creature only increased as it approached them, it's hand stretched forth like some kind of zombie. Everything about the person, if it could be called as such, was just alien. Not a single passer-by paid the figure any heed, for they seemed to just not notice it in the least, time itself felt...wrong. 'You, adventurers! I have a request for all of you.' Tycho heard the creature say, to not one of the group. But to all of them.

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The gnome took Leera completely by surprise and she blinked. "You can pet him if he lets you." She stated, cooling down from her earlier rage. Embre stepped forward, enamored by the woman who would compliment him so. Of course he did not understand the words, no, but he did pick up on her tone, like most animals and her body language. Both told him she was not a threat to him or his master and brought his guard down from where it had been with Tycho. He reached his head out and sniffed her hand and then roughly went to thrust his head under her hand to demand pets.

Leera watched Tycho and scoffed before flicking her gaze to the alley where he looked and saw the same figure. This caused the woman to stand and rouse Embre, who had been completely taken with the little Gnome, to now pay attention to the man approaching them. Well, she assumed it was a male and nodded to herself as she saw she was right once he got close enough. She kept a hand on Embre's shoulder and stood at the ready, her hand just above her shoulder, ready to grab quarterstaff or spear, depending on how much of a threat she deemed the man to be. Embre did as was asked and extracted himself from the Gnome and looked toward the new comer.

Leera quirked an eyebrow when the man spoke and she almost laughed. "This had better be good." She grumbled and removed her hand from over her shoulder and eyed the man. She wouldn't speak yet, no one had made her leader. She would see what the others would do, but she had a good mind to ignore the man. Embre snarled lowly and his tail flicked to and fro, he did not like this demanding man for some reason. Leera picked up on this and watched her animal and the man, waiting.

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