The Blood Demon Clan (Open & Accepting) - IC

Captain Reginald Atticus

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Health:
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Level: 1


Next lvl:
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Strength: 2


Intelligence:


Evasion: 2


Coins: 50


Items: 5 Stone Potions 1 Antidote




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"Her name was Marie, she was 10 when she died, 5 when she was found. My crew was fond of her as well....I told you about my crew a few minutes ago, I'll tell you the truth. They disbanded, I forced them to leave my ship, 4 months after her death I couldn't do anything any longer, I had my men take their percentage of treasure and money, and had them leave. I docked my ship a few miles north, near an island close to the docks, and began a sellsword basically...As of now I'm working in your service, free of charge. I needed something to do. I was getting bored." He scratched at his scraggly stubble, looking up into the sky. Wondering if he was even worthy of being called a Captain now...


Actions Responds to the question.


Tells the truth of his crew, to add to his backstory.


Wonders if he can call himself a Captain still.
 
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Admiral Blood

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Health:
15/15



Level: 1


Next lvl:
0/15



Strength: 0


Intelligence: 2


Evasion: 2


Coins: 50


Items:

» 5 Stone Potions



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Phyonna blinked. She was shock by how open the captain was with her. "Ah, umm.." she wasn't sure how to respond. He lost practically all that he loved. His girl, his crew, and even his self worth. She twisted her mouth to the side indecisively. Should she tell him sorry? She already did, no? Maybe, she should tell him more about herself. They have a long journey anyway. Might as well know your crew and your crew know yourself. She let out a sigh, "Okay, well, I was part of the Blood Demon Clan. Not sure if you knew that already," she looked over to him for reassurance then continued. "I watched my own kind kill my first love, and I didn't do anything to stop them," despite the sad notion, Phyonna smiled. She was happy that human died. If she hadn't died, she wouldn't have realized that she could love other races. She would have never realized she could love in general. Some sacrifices are necessary and she was willing to do whatever it takes to make sure her crew stayed alive in this quest to defeat the Blood Demon Clan.


Actions » Blinks blankly


» Tries to reply, but fails to


» Attempts to change the subject
 
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Sir Oswin


Health:
25/25



Level: 1


Next lvl:
0/15



Strength: 2


Intelligence: 1


Evasion: 1


Coins: 100


Items:

» None



Nearly impenetrable, black clouds loomed overhead, stretching to the horizon. What little light seemed to break free from that ominous mass turned a sickly green. Sol Invictus, the Unconquered Sun, the Swebian Kingdom’s Divine Father, seemed to have lost hold over His dominion in these god forsaken wastelands long ago. To Sir Oswin’s spirit this was a sore blow. He had been riding slowly on his mahogany-Bay mare for what could have been days or even weeks in this darkness. The mare had been chosen to bear him on this march over his war-horse stallion, a snow-white charger that was built for open war. He entrusted his stallion under the care of his young squire, Sigurd, along with the stewardship of his home, collected wealth, and meagre supply of possessions. The lad was old enough to handle this charge, but far too young for what was ahead. Sigurd pled with his master to bring him along, but Oswin did not have the heart to lead the boy into such hellish hardship. It was a bitter departure, for Oswin clarified that he most certainly would not return.


Anselma was his mare’s name, reflecting that radiant white star and stripe gracing her forehead which stood in contrast to the rest of her smooth, dark coat. She was his only companion now, but he was over glad for her invaluable company. As they labored on, he solely tracked time’s passage by the void engulfing him each night that forced him to make camp. Luckily, Sol Invictus greeted him and Anselma each day with what little power He could sacrifice to light their lonely path. That much he could always rely on, even within the Blood Demon Clan’s territory. Oswin had urgent reason to be here, which was his driving force to continue.


Embarking on a trader’s cargo ship three long months ago, then going by horse once sea travel was rendered useless, the journey was finally coming to an end. Since he was a child, younger than Sigurd even, he had been traveling far and wide. Many travels had been fraught with danger. Since he was knighted and swore his oaths to King, Country, and the Order of Saint Aurelian, war campaigning rarely ceased. In all his years, no venture or war held as much uncertainty as this.


Oswin clearly remembered the day he had sailed out of his country’s capital city, Frumstol, and how quickly that day had passed. At dawn break came a messenger, who had beat on his door and roused him out of a sound sleep. He was exhausted, barely puffing out that he bore urgent news and that he was to immediately return with his reply. Handing him a tightly wrapped scroll bearing the Golden Phoenix seal of Saint Aurelian, he split the elaborate wax seal without delay. In it was the flowing script Oswin recognized immediately as belonging to Grand Master Aelfbert. The letter was long, laying out an extensive history of transgressions made by the Blood Demon Clan across the world, many things that Oswin had only heard faint rumors. He had been in several crusades against them, which Aelfbert duly noted, but had no idea that their reach had grown so vast. They were multiplying in their homeland, committing vile acts of sacrifice against countless innocents while their marauding armies stretched ever further, infecting every corner of the world. The Blood Demon King had to be stopped once and for all. A former Blood Demon Clan member was in charge of leading a discreet task force, hand-picked by every willing world leader to infiltrate the Tower and bring about its destruction. Oswin was to be the Order’s champion. He was to be ready to depart by noon. A ship’s crew was finishing preparations and would be ready by then. The captain on board would be able to answer any further questions. If he should decline, another able knight would be chosen to take his place. The sentence which baffled him most was that King Aurelian III had already been informed that Oswin was his first choice of knights among the Order.


A former… what? Oswin could remember thinking as he read the letter. How could a Blood Demon be trusted? He had lost friends and countrymen to them many times over. This was foolhardy at best. He had stood in shock after finishing reading. How could this be the King’s decision, or any king’s? The messenger cleared his throat, bringing Oswin out of his daze. Oswin’s answer was that the Grand Master’s request would be fulfilled. The messenger gave a curt nod and sped off, climbing up the great hill of Frumstol, winding through muddy streets already packed with townsfolk, to reach where the Order’s massive stone keep stood. An illustrious white structure of expert masonry, which resembles a cathedral at half glance. Many stained glass master pieces are set within, towers capped in gold encircle and are topped with trailing white banners, set amidst tightly packed thatched structures that are dwarfed in comparison. Oswin had always been troubled by the extravagance spent on its construction and upkeep, which could have gone to better use, enriching the common people’s lives. Still he took in an admiring look, perhaps his last, before preparing for his journey and saying goodbyes to comrades. The Keep is a beautiful sight regardless of its extravagance, and its beauty lies chiefly in what it stands for – defense of the people.


Here he was in that toxic valley, attempting to fulfill his task as discreetly as possible. He was wrapped in a dull brown, billowing cloak. The hood was drawn over his eyes, but gray pools faintly shone through its shadow. Anselma bore most of his war gear, such as plate pauldrons, gauntlets, and his winged helmet in saddle bags or sacks strapped to her. Beneath his cloak he concealed a burnished hauberk of steel rings, covered by a cloth tabard bearing a golden phoenix. His solid heater shield was slung across his back, that same golden phoenix emblazoned in its center. Sheathed in a plain leather scabbard along Anselma’s side was his cross-hilted longsword. Essential rations and water were stored as well, always staying as close to rivers as possible along the way. Try as he could to pack light, keeping Anselma in good spirit, the length of this trek was still hard on her.


His eyes closed in remembrance. It was more than a dream, seeing through his own eyes again like that very day. Sailing out of Frumstol’s port and breathing deep the salty sea air, hearing gulls cry as they soared overhead in a cloudless sky. The ship cut through crystal clear water, leaving a foamy wake as the strong winds filled its sails. He felt the warm summer wind kiss his face, Sol Invictus wrapping him in his embrace. Anselma then let out a frightened whinny as she tripped over a black, volcanic rock thrust up through the reddish brown clay she tread, jostling Oswin back to reality. Here noxious fumes entered his nostrils on a vicious, biting wind that kicked up dust and pebbles into his wind burnt face and the only sound was its incessant howling. He blinked in disbelief. Caressing Anselma’s sweating neck with an “Easy, girl… Steady now”, he closed his eyes to then mumble a prayer of healing. A warm light emitted from his right hand, slowly it traced an outline across Anselma’s body until it had bathed her for a moment, then faded back into Oswin’s hand. “That’s better old girl. Just a bit further.” He said in a soothing tone, noting that his destination was drawing near. That volcano-like Tower, an even blacker and menacing shape than its cruel surroundings, loomed ahead. What seemed like thousands of fiery lights filled its windows. Nestled at its foot were huddled shacks, tarps flapping and whipping in the wind. From those huts voices of endless diversity in pitch and language slowly drifted on the air. Anselma slowed her breathing, puffed out of her powerful nostrils in a defiant snort then continued on at a quicker, steadier pace than before. Oswin’s mind drifted off once more, letting her guide the way.


The Swebian countryside flooded his thoughts. Green and amber rolling hills lined with natural hedges, peasants and land owners tilling their fields as far as the eye could see. Thick pine forests, densely packed and bustling with activity. Rivers cutting through the lush landscape, born from snow-peaked mountain ranges. Spring time birdsong and the feeling of a gentle breeze on a lazy afternoon. A beautiful young woman, fair, bright blue eyed, her long raven black hair blowing across her face as she called out his name, gentle hands cupping her full and pink lipped mouth. She was calling him home. He was there again, with a wooden practice sword in his hands, a young boy taking a cheap shot at his knee while he was distracted. He winced in pain then patted the boys thick mass of brown hair, a smile and a laugh overcoming any pain the boy caused.


A ragged, hoarse voice called out to him. “Gonna sit there swaying on that nag, or you gonna cough up some coin?” When he opened his eyes, a bleached skeleton creature in ill fitting rags was sitting beneath him and Anselma on a bed of exotic patterned rugs. “I got potions here. ‘Case you’re blind as well as dumb.” Oswin had seen undead folk before, but usually there was some meat left on their skull and they were shambling toward him with weapons drawn. Indeed there were many-colored potions strewn about behind him in vials and bottles. He cleared his throat, “I can see that now. Forgive me merchant, I was in another time and place.” The undead merchant folded his rotted arms across his chest and tilted his skull with impatience. “So..?” he drawled. Oswin looked about, trying to get his bearings. He was in a square of sorts, surrounded by people of all shapes and sizes idling by or standing behind trader stalls. He spotted a large rock off in the distance, nearby the tents. Two figures were by it, one perched on top. It seemed out of the ordinary compared to the rest of activity that surged throughout the marketplace. “None for me, good merchant. I apologize for my lack of attention. It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen another living soul. Luck be with you.” He said with a stiff nod before drawing up Anselma’s reins and clicking his tongue to drive her into a walk.


Heading toward the rock the figures became clearer. A horned woman, red-skinned with dark clothing and a man dressed as a swashbuckler. At least the woman fit the description of one 'Admiral Phyonna Blood.' He knew this was as good a place to start as any in his search for the task force. He patted Anselma's neck and walked forward, loosely guiding her by the reins. They seemed to be engaged in a conversation, so he raised his hand in greeting as he drew near and called out “Hello! Have a moment to spare?”


Actions -Travels to Blood Demon Clan territory


-Enters the Demon's Market


-Says "Hello" to Phyonna and Captain Atticus
 
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Admiral Blood

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Health:
15/15



Level: 1


Next lvl:
0/15



Strength: 0


Intelligence: 2


Evasion: 2


Coins: 50


Items:

» 5 Stone Potions



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Phyonna heard the galloping of a horse in a distance and she held up a hand to Captain Atticus in case he planned to respond to the small backstory she told him about herself. She pulled out her scroll with the list of soldiers told to come. She glanced from the scroll to the man riding the horse as he neared. He rose his hand in the air to greet them from afar. Sir Oswin... she said his name in her head as she rolled her scroll back up and placed it in her pocket. She stood on the rock as he was before her on his horse. She eyed him curiously. She wanted to know what he looked like beneath his helmet. She took advantage of her position and ordered curtly, "Removed your helmet, supposed Sir Oswin." She batted her eye lashed at him as she crossed her arms. "How am I to know you are the holy knight of the Order of Saint Aurelian?" she said this in a teasing manner to excuse her demand. She knew not just any man can wear the garments he wore. Since he was personally hand selected by his King, she knew he wasn't any ordinary fighter and no one can simply steal his attire and claim to be a holy knight. She cocked her head to the side with a smug grin, "I'll spare a moment if I could match a name with a face." Her tail whipped around excitedly as she awaited his response.


Actions » Hears Oswin in a distance


» Puts the conversation at hold between herself and the captain


» Speaks tauntingly with the newly arrived soldier.
 
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Sir Oswin


Health:
25/25



Level: 1


Next lvl:
0/15



Strength: 2


Intelligence: 1


Evasion: 1


Coins: 100


Items:

» None



Hearing a Blood Demon address him in such a manner struck him odd. The way she teased about her words, so carefree. It reminded him of a much less civil encounter with one her of ilk. Then he was behind thick, iron-wrought bars. His interrogator's questions then were much different, and mixed between myriad forms of torture, progressing ever steadily in order to break him. It was odd to look at a Blood Demon and not feel utmost hatred even before his captivity. They had swept away the things he had worked hardest for, robbed him of those that he loved most. Here this 'Admiral Blood' stood upon her rock, addressing him by name, speaking of his Order and having the audacity in questioning his validity among its knights. He could feel the blood boil in his veins. The tendons in his neck, hidden beneath the shadow of his hood, pulled into taught ropes as he clenched his teeth. Being so close to a Blood Demon and not reaching for his sword to drive it deep into its soulless, black void of a heart took every ounce of strength.


Just then a calm came over him, like a warm pail of water drizzled over his head that worked its way into every crevice and pore as it traveled toward the ground. Duty bound him to quell his anger. If Grand Master Aelfbert had chosen him in confidence, knowing full well that this Blood Demon was to lead, then faith in the cause was necessary. Oswin inhaled slowly, feeling the rage subside, embracing his code of honor. On the steady exhale he drew back his hood and spoke in a clear voice, "Now you have a face to match the name." Under a deep, black brow were tired and blood shot, steel gray eyes, a long, strong bridged nose, and gray streaks ran through a beard that could be guessed was once black as coal. Locks of greasy black and gray flecked hair were painted by sweat to an age creased forehead, the rest of his face scarred and weather-beaten. His face was tired, but his posture was upright. Those gray eyes beamed with light, full of life and alertness. That gray speckled beard with a drooping, powerful mustache was trimmed to his liking, though when he found the time or reflection to do it was uncertain.


Oswin swept his travel cloak from his shoulders, revealing his white surcoat embroidered with the Order's golden phoenix. He shifted in his saddle, "I was told that someone matching your description was named Admiral Blood. Is my guess true?" His voice was calm, the rage which was there moments ago leaving no trace in his collected disposition and deep, rumbling tone.


Actions -Reveals his face


-Asks Phyonna a question
 
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Admiral Blood

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Health:
15/15



Level: 1


Next lvl:
0/15



Strength: 0


Intelligence: 2


Evasion: 2


Coins: 50


Items:

» 5 Stone Potions



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Phyonna watched as the man seemed to be deliberating on whether he should obey her command or rebel. She had a short temper, so she wouldn't handle a rebel so kindly. After a few silent moments, he took off his hood and she wore a look of disappointment. Another human. Couldn't he be an elf? she rolled her eyes and stepped down from the rock. "I am indeed your Admiral," she said as her tail swayed more calmly. She laid a hand on her hip and looked at the two men before her. "Atticus, Oswin, Oswin, Atticus," she said rather quickly to speed up their introductions. "I'm bored of waiting for the others. Let Typhon deal with them when they decide to arrive," she walked past the two men, she signaled for them to follow, and she started to head towards the somewhat hidden cave in the backside of the Blood Demon Tower. Her hips moved rhythmically as she walked to the cave. Once she was inside, she leaned against the wall and started picking at her nails.


Faint screaming could be heard in the distance. It echoed and echoed until it faded. She shut her eyes tight, trying not to relive the memories of when she, herself, tortured the innocent. Despite her efforts, her memories sprouted in her mind as if it was only yesterday. She recalled how she enjoyed breaking the spirits of the so called brave. She would lick her lips as their blood splattered in her face. Their eyes were wide with horror and their hands trembling with fear. "Where's your camp located?" she would ask one last time before she would light them on fire and watch them burn to death unless they confessed. She watched them burn as their skin reddened then ripped into blisters until their flesh melted off and they're left with only muscles and bone. She was cruel, but thanks to the human who was last imprisoned by her, she found a new purpose: to destroy the very clan she was brought up by, The Blood Demons.


Phyonna was fortunate to be trusted by the kings and queens of the world. It took her several years to be accepted and still there were many who wouldn't even look her way, but the world was desperate. The Blood Demon Clan was getting stronger every day and the wars between them and the world has never ceased. The Demon King was a great strategist. It was rare to find the demons losing a battle, especially a war, but now the world has found the Demon King's weak spot, Phyonna Blood. She knew just about everything about the Blood Demon Clan. People wouldn't believe the stories of how demon children were raised. Alas, she was surprised when a being from the future, Typhon, came to her era to tell her she was the one to bring the downfall of the Blood Demons. It was a shame that he cannot participate in battle because his leader told him to only interfere when necessary. She imagined since he was from the future, he couldn't alter the past too much, so he was only here to ensure the success of the destruction of the Blood Demon Clan.


Actions » Looks disappointed at Oswin's appearance


» Acknowledges being Admiral


» Introduces Atticus to Owsin


» Becomes impatient and decides to raid the cave


» Recalls herself torturing the innocent


» Thinks back about being selected as leader


» Thinks about Typhon
 
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Sir Oswin


Health:
25/25



Level: 1


Next lvl:
0/15



Strength: 2


Intelligence: 1


Evasion: 1


Coins: 100


Items:

» None



When Phyonna had introduced Oswin to Atticus he nodded toward the rogue, meeting his one eyed gaze sternly and trying to impart respect toward him for this undertaking. It appeared this woman was ready to commit to the task at hand. Her impatience was slightly disconcerting, but overall a good sign that her intentions were pure. She most certainly realized that time is of the essence. As she made her way toward a secluded cave Oswin was beginning to understand why the world's royalty had entrusted their fate with her. She was here to accomplish an end that only someone who knew the ins and outs of the Blood Demon Clan's homeland could. By now he had expected some treachery. Perhaps that was yet in store, but for now he would have to follow her lead.


Oswin followed Phyonna with his eyes as she drifted off toward that hollow, winds sweeping up, veiling her path in dust. He swung his leg over Anselma's back, swiftly lowering himself onto the hard ground, a cloud casting up from his impact. He stroked her flank before gathering his war gear from storage. The dusty travel cloak was replaced by a fresh golden cape. He calmly donned the plate armor which was stored away, tightening leather straps, raised his coif over his head, and set his winged helmet over it. He took his sheathed longsword off Anselma's side and fitted it to his belt. His shield's vertical boss grip was held by a solid gauntlet. All the while he was hoping that more members of the task force would show.


He entered the cave and found Phyonna against a wall. "Shall we begin?" he said grimly.


Actions -Ackowledges Atticus


-Gears up


-Follows Phyonna into the cave
 
Admiral Blood

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Health:
15/15



Level: 1


Next lvl:
0/15



Strength: 0


Intelligence: 2


Evasion: 2


Coins: 50


Items:

» 5 Stone Potions



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Phyonna looked at Sir Oswin as he entered. "Nice helmet," she lied. She thought he looked goofy, but it did the job. She arched her brow when Captain Atticus wasn't among them already. She rolled her eyes in annoyance. "He probably forgot to purchase something," she muttered to herself as she scoffed irritably and walked forward. "Yes, we shall," she replied bitterly to her comrade. She pointed in the direction of the ūnus passage way. "Captain and I killed a few in that tunnel already," she said as her heels tap, tap, tapped down the gloomy cave. She stepped over a dead Crae and smiled at it pitifully. She looked behind herself then upon realization she spoke aloud, "Actually," she started to say, "you should go first." Mages normally fought from afar, so it made sense to send the bulkier, physical fighters up front. Sir Oswin certainly seemed like he could handle a direct hit better than herself. She paused momentarily. She heard a growling noise growing near. "Brace yourself!" She lifted her hands in the air in her mage battle stance. Her glowed a faint red.


Actions » Comments on Oswin's helmet


» Mutters to herself


» Enters passage ūnus


» Lets Oswin lead


» Warns for incoming foe
 
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  • Level: 2


    Health:
    21/21



    Strength: 1


    Intelligence: 0


    Evasion: 2


    Coins: 30


    Item: 2x Stone Potions




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    This was the head Boboa. It stood on all fours with its chin high. It was ready to attack the two unknown beings before it. It howled to its other Boboas. They're planning an attack! Two beasts are attacking Oswin while one attacks Phyonna. The head attempts to bite Oswin.







    Actions


    Spots Oswin & Phyonna


    Ready to attack


    Attacks Oswin



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Admiral Blood

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Health:
15/15



Level: 1


Next lvl:
0/15



Strength: 0


Intelligence: 2


Evasion: 2


Coins: 50


Items:

» 5 Stone Potions



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Phyonna wasn't too worried about Oswin and focused on the other Boboa that seemed to have its eyes on her. She could tell that he was the weakest of the three Boboas and she wasn't too concerned about herself either. She let out a laugh, "We can handle these three." Her eyes widened slightly as the beast sprang at her ferociously. She only had seconds to decide what to do. She attempted to evade the beast by jumping out of the creatures grasp. She evaded the creature effortlessly. "My turn," she spoke in a low, seductive voice. Her hands glowed a bright red and she threw fireballs at the three creatures.

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Actions » Boboas appear


» Gloats


» Attempts to evade


» Evades successfully


» Uses Fireball on all 3 Boboas (-2 damage each)
 
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Captain Reginald Atticus

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Health:
20/20



Level: 1


Next lvl:
2/15



Strength: 2


Intelligence:


Evasion: 2


Coins: 50


Items: 5 Stone Potions 1 Antidote




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Captain Atticus was right beside Phyonna he seemed more inclined to watch the display of Sir Oswin rather than partake the battle unless needed. He was unsure if this was another practice or not, but unless Phyonna said so he probably wouldn't do much. "Nice to meet your acquaintance, Sir Oswin. I would suppose we'll have loads of fun and talks during our expedition. Lets hope we don't disappoint the fair Phyonna, eh?". Atticus smirked, looking at Phyonna then returned to watching for any monsters that might attack her or himself.


Actions Stand beside Phyonna


Introduces self to Oswin


Smirk at Phyonna, then watches for monsters that might attack.
 
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