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ἐγὼ μ[ὰν κλύων παῦρα μελιζομέν[ου τέχναν [γλώ]σσαργον ἀμφέπω[ν ⌊ἐρεθίζ⌋ομαι πρὸς ἀϋτ[άν [ἁλίο⌋υ δελφῖνος ὑπ⌊όκρισιν⌋, ⌊τὸν μὲν ἀκύμονος ἐν πόντου πελάγει αὐλῶν ἐκίνησ’ ἐρατὸν μέλος.

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...”Polifemo e os golfiños”, ditirambo erótico que está entre as ondas do amor. Canto pracer trouxo e deixou todo isto no corazón desta muller: o pracer de observar cada movemento do seu amor, o pracer de a escoitar xemer e alasar, o pracer dos seus ollos, os seus fermosos ollos verdes, que son tan tenros e fermosos, que son tan semellados aos ollos da Teresa de Bernini ou dunha nai, como se estivesen a chorar en éxtase, e a respiración do seu corpo tan suave, como se estivese a cantar.

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NaNo Character Intro:

Aranthol Augustus Hesikai Abahd, 2nd Heir to the Archmage

Titles: Lord of Cauthuun

Order of Mages Branch/Rank: Rangers; Captain

Age: 19

Ethnicity: Alosi/Bressian

Culture(s): Copper Alosi/Hillmen

Relatives: Alameric Abahd (brother), Lord Alasare Abahd (father), Evianna Beryl (mother), Lord Commander Augustus Abahd (grandfather)

Friends: Adolphia Seran, Sana Slumstotter, Ilerion DeClare, Emon (love interest)

Enemies: Emon, Crown Prince Hyperion (rival)

Heir: Alameric Abahd

Appearance & Character

Aran considers himself quite average looking, with light brown skin, deep brown eyes and curly black hair cut short. He's shorter than most mages, around 5'8", but makes up for it with a stout, powerful frame.

He dresses modestly; his casual attire consisting of a simple red tunic, with black trousers and boots. While on duty, he dons a sleeveless fitted black shirt, black tights and boots, with the traditional leather armor of the Ranger division of the Order of Mages.

Aran is level headed, modest, responsible and hard working, soft spoken, and has simple pleasures and few trivial wants. He is openly kind to common folk, and has a strong sense of duty that sometimes supersedes his own wants and desires. He is dedicated and resilient, and understands his future role as the Archmage, and it’s importance to the kingdom, but would rather just blend into the ranks of the Order. He’s extremely low maintenance compared to most nobles, with only one personal attendant that he uses mostly to supply him with snacks. Despite his stoic nature, Aran is a fierce combatant, enjoying the rush of battle. Aran is a natural leader and honorable to a fault. He does not have the most tactical mind, Aran will always put his team in a position to succeed, and himself in a position to sacrifice himself if necessary. He can be shrewd and cold when it comes to his responsibilities, and ruthless in battle. He also has a fiery temper that he inherited from his father, Alasare. Though he’s called dense and a “brute” by his brother, Aran is surprisingly thoughtful, and has a tendency to daydream, a habit he garnered from his mother, Evianna.

Aran has a large appetite, which he attributes to his high capacity for mana. The more magic he uses, the more famished he is. Aran is also gay and has no real attraction to women. He is troubled by this, as the title of Archmage is hereditary and another part of his duty is to produce an heir himself.

Magic & Abilities

Light Magic - Aran has the ability to absorb and store light, and express it using his mana. He is his strongest in direct light, such as sunlight, and on rare occasion, moonlight.

Photokinesis - Aran can manipulate light as he sees fit. He can shape the light into anything within the range of his imagination, such as weapons, rods of light, domes and walls for defense, and more. He can also produce powerful blasts of pure light magic. However, he does not have an acute control over his mana, and thus cannot produce large or intricate light structures when he is moving.

Light Augmentation - Aran can apply his light magic to different parts of his body in order to enhance his strength, speed and durability. He can also empower weapons, causing them to glow with bright light and raise to high temperatures that burn can burn flesh. This requires very little mana control, thus making it Aran's main fighting style.

Sensing - Due to his very calm, still mind, Aran is a natural and powerful sensor mage. He is able to sense the mana of others from several miles away, and recognize familiar mana signatures.

Skills

Expert Combatant - Aran has been trained in several styles of hand to hand combat, and with a variety of weapons, thought Meric is better with small blades. He the better at hand to hand, able to easily subdue opponents without magic.

Shield - Aran received a shield from his grandfather as a gift for being inducted into the Order of Mages. Aran uses his light magic to augment the durability off the shield, and sharpness of the edges. Due to a charm placed by his grandfather, the shield slowly collects magic that makes contact with it.

High Mana Levels

Aran is a High Magic mage, with an extremely high capacity for magic, able to pull heaps of mana from the mana pool at once. He rarely runs out of mana, and is seen as a prodigy in his generation because of this.

Weakeness

Low Mana Control - While being a prodigy in High Magic, Aran has very little skill in Mundane magic, as his ability to spin minute amount of mana is lacking. He has very little acute control over his magic, and thus things like charms, potion making and warding are quite difficult for him.

Average intelligence - Aran is notoriously pretty dense and is never the sharpest in the room. He has a simple, straight forward mind and way of thinking, which can cause issues in complex situations that do not require punching and kicking.

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A half-orc and his ax. Chapter 1: Welcome to Warwick.

   It’s been a year since the death of the battleborn tribe. Ox was now 21 and had been living off of the land just as his mother had taught him. Kill and take only what you need, use every piece of your kill, never kill the women or children, and always replace what you take when you can. 

   The half-orc was seven feet of muscular and scarred gray skin now wearing an iron helmet that covered his entire head but his eyes and jaw. The helmet had a cut on the left side from where Ox had knocked the former wearer down but it still served its purpose. He chose not to wear a shirt so he could move easier and show his enemies that this was not his first battle. The only thing that covered his back was his father’s ax that fit into a holster that slung through his arms like a travelers’ backpack and let the ax stay on his back. The ax had a dark green blade with blades on both the left and right side so its owner could cut in any direction necessary and a long handle for two hands. Third-degree burns went around his arms and several scars from cuts too deep to heal covered his chest and back. He knew the story and face of every scar and who caused it for he was proud to have fought a worthy opponent. His pants were made of simple brown wool that reached his black leather boots that were from his father.

   The brute had been surviving well off of the land but he could not do everything himself. He was a warrior, not a medic or priest. He knew of simple remedies using the medicine the local flora provided but the wounds he was receiving were beginning to be too big for a novice healer to handle. He knew a town was nearby his camp for he set it up there on purpose to protect them if bandits ever attempted to raid them but Ox was not sure what would await him inside those gates. He was raised to know that all living beings are strong in their own way but what would they think of a battle-scarred warrior walking into their town? He had never been in a town and for all he knew he was a completely new creature that no one had ever seen before. How would they react to not only a warrior but a half-orc warrior? He decided to take a day to introduce himself to the town and hopefully make some allies.

   It was a bright and sunny day when Ox prepared for his journey into the city. It had rained the night before but now not a single cloud lingered. Ox put out his campfire after finishing the boar he had caught the day before and set out towards the town. A ten-foot-tall wall made out of cobblestone surrounded the town from basic intruders such as wildlife and bandits with no tools. Archers filled small towers every few feet to keep a lookout and provide support to fighting guards. Ox approached the large oak gate where he saw merchants enter frequently when two spears crossed together and blocked his path. He looked at the two guards wondering what they were doing as this had never happened for the merchants.

“You ain’t from around here big guy. State your business.” Stated the guard to his left. They were both outfitted in iron armor that covered their entire bodies with a single slit to see through on the helmets. The voice sounded deep and wise as an old veteran warrior.

“Business?” 

“Why do you wish to enter?” Clarified the other. This voice sounded lighter and calmer than the other. 

“Ox lives near town.” He said pointing to where he had set up camp for the night. “Ox wants to meet people and see how Ox can help.”

The guards looked at each other as if comparing notes with their eyes to tell if the other trusted him or not. 

“If work is what you’re looking for there’s a notice board in the central plaza. Don’t cause any trouble and there won’t be any trouble. Got it?” 

“Plaza?”

The left guard sighed as the right clarified again “Big open area in the center of down. Keep going forward from this gate and you’ll see it. Welcome to Warwick”

Ox nodded as the guards removed their spears and the gate opened. As he entered he could hear the guards whisper

“Not too bright that one is he?” Said the man that was to his left.

“Like you can talk. Last night you couldn’t remember your husband’s name and you’ve been together for 5 years now.” replied the girl.

“That’s different. You know how I am with too much mead. That ones completely sober and doesn’t seem to know how a pronoun works!”

“Yeah, and Joseph is a hard name to remember, right old man?”

“This is why we never talk on duty.”

   Not the best but certainly not the worst way Ox had been greeted before. Inside the gates, the town had simple worn down dirt paths showing the most common routes to all of the homes and stores which were made primarily of wood with strong oak doors. Pine and oak trees could be seen surrounding the outside walls and signs jotted out of every building that was not a home telling what they were. Most of these words Ox had never seen before. Temple? Witches cauldron? Leatherworkers? He would have to explore these after finding the notice board. The streets were almost empty aside from smaller vendors shouting for attention. 

   Following the guards’ directions, Ox found the notice board that seemed to be made of parchment more than wood with several notices covering older ones. Most of the notices were from the town guards about festival times or public notices with some bounties here and there. Some notices, despite being hidden underneath several others, caught the brute’s eye. One said “Please save our little girl” and showed a crude drawing of a half-elf girl that looked to be in her teens and immediately beside it “WANTED: Alasar “Deaths Hand” Yanthor. Dead or alive”. With another drawing showing a middle-aged….creature that was certainly not any race he had ever seen. Scales covered the man’s face as if he was an overgrown lizard with a large maniacal smile showing that sharp carnivorous teeth filled his mouth while piercing eyes seemed to scream “Catch me if you can”. Both were posted near the same date but had been on the board for weeks. Ox took both of them off the board and followed the address listed if interested. 

   The directions brought Ox to a two-story building made of cobblestone with a sign coming out of the wall that said “Armory”. An area next to the door had been cut out to let citizens watch the guards train or talk to the person at the desk inside the armory. A girl with dark brown hair raised into a small ponytail was currently behind the desk wearing the same armor as the gate guards but had taken off the helmet for comfort and visibility. She was mumbling to herself as Ox approached saying “Can’t believe those fuckers gave me desk duty again. You break ONE man’s arm and-.” She stopped when she noticed Ox standing awkwardly beside the desk waiting for her to finish as not to be rude. With a very noticeable fake cheery voice, she introduced herself 

“Well hello there!” The fake cheer annoyed Ox more than it should have but he let her continue “My name is Opal and I’ll be answering any questions you have today.” She finished with a smile that seemed like it physically hurt her to put on as the warrior put the notices down in front of her 

“Where find family and bastard?” He explained pointing at the daughter and bandit respectively.

“First of all let me speak on behalf of the city of Warwick by thanking you for-”

“Stop.” Ox interrupted.

“Stop?”

“No fake voice, no smile. Ox will not tell others. Just be self.” He tried giving a reassuring smile that just seemed weird to her but she got the point. 

“Oh thank Marisol I hate putting on that persona for the people!” she exclaimed in a much lower and natural-sounding voice. “I shouldn’t have to sound like a merchant trying to sell some garbage she paid too much for and has to make a profit to people. I’m a guard! I’m supposed to sound tough to show people they’re safe!” she sighed and collected herself before continuing 

“Sorry. Long day. Anyway, the Gray household is next to the leatherworkers. They can tell you about the kidnapping and this-” She stopped upon seeing the wanted poster and leaned back in her wooden chair to get a better look at the new person in town. “I haven’t seen you here before” she stated looking at the ax and scars on Ox “You’re clearly no trainee with that many stories to tell on you. What’s your game? Bounty hunter? Sellsword? A knight that lost his armor?” 

Ox looked more and more confused with each suggestion. Were these clan names? The last one seemed too long to be a clan but that was all he could think of.

“Battleborn” he replied hoping he guessed correctly.

“The fuck is a battleborn? That the name of your group?”

“Clan.”

“What’s your code of arms?” 

Instead of answering he tried to change the subject so more strange words wouldn’t come out of her mouth “Why does angry one care?”

“These are high-level bounties you’re picking up here. Both related to each other and I don’t want to send some newbie to his death. This isn’t some kid who ran away from home and made a band of idiots serve him. This is a dragonborn who’ll roast you without any pleasantries.”

“Dragonborn?”

“Person with a high amount of dragon in their blood. Not a direct descendant but enough to gain some benefits from his bloodline. Elemental breath of whatever their ancestor likes, sharp claws, natural scales, and usually a massive ego.”

“Ox can take scaley man down a size. Where is bastard?”

“Alright. Don’t come crying to me when those burns on your arm start adding up. If you go out the north gate and follow the road you’ll see an old fort. That’s where he is and presumably where he’s keeping the girl. Come back here with his head and the girl as proof and you’ll get some gold for your trouble. Don’t come back and I’ll mention how strange you look in some stories at the tavern.” 

“Thank you. Ox will be back tomorrow”

“I look forward to it.”

   Finding the Gray household wasn’t as easy as the armory since all houses were nearly identical in structure and materials but eventually Ox found the correct house and lightly knocked on the door. He had to crouch down so his face could be seen through the door since this town was obviously not built for anyone above 6ft tall. A small woman with dark wrinkly skin and medium length straight gray hair answered the door as she was talking to someone 

“I promise I’ll remember the peaches this time dear I’ve even written it on my- AHHH!” She let out a horrid scream upon seeing Ox in her doorway and he grabbed his ax and looked for who had frightened her. She slammed the door as he continued searching and she screamed “Guard! Guards how the hell did a bandit get in the city!?” 

Not finding anyone that matched her description and all nearby eyes being on Ox he finally realized he was the ‘bandit’ in question and knocked on the door again “Ox is not a bandit. Ox wants to help wi-”

“You can help yourself to a big slice of burn in hell! Was taking our daughter not enough for you fuckers!? You want to come and finish us off now!?” 

Since the house was close to the gate one of the guards for it came rushing over to the disturbance “Hey there again big guy. Find everything alright? Sorry about my friend. He’s just cranky all the time.”

Ox wondered how she could be so calm when someone was calling for her to take off his head but nodded and showed her the notices he had taken.

“Can’t wait to see those done. Oh and don’t worry about Mrs. Gray. She scares easily. Having her think you’re a bandit that got a hold of guard armor is practically a part of your initiation here. Sorry for not warning you about her”

“Ox is sorry to scare her. Can scared one please calm down?” He said sounding sad for disturbing this woman.

“Yeah hold on.” the guard went up and knocked loudly on the door and screamed in “Mrs. Gray there’s no bandits for the thousandth time this month! This here is a new person who wants to help ya find your daughter and kill Alasar!” 

“Well, why didn’t he speak up or at least put on a damn shirt!? Not right walking around civilized folk like you just crawled out of a cave!” she said as she opened the door again. Ox looked at himself and thought ‘Ox not from cave…..’ as she invited him to crouch inside. 

   The home was rather small with the kitchen and living room only separated by kitchen counters and three closed doors along the walls. The living room had a few chairs and a table with a bottom compartment that held various tools for hobbies such as sewing and woodworking kits. Ox took a seat as he waited for details.

“Honey! Another one wants to disappoint us today!” Mrs. Gray called out. Another elderly woman with a lighter skin tone and hair kept in a bun came out “I told you time and time again if you keep talking like that no one’s going to ever volunteer again.” She looked at Ox with a smile and held out her hand “Stella Gray. A pleasure to meet you.”

“Ox. Ox knows-” 

“Yeah, you know everything we put on that notice. She was taken late at night while trying to find local ingredients to cook with when bandits nabbed her. Guards told you where the fort is. Now get going” 

   Stella silently glared at her partner before she corrected herself with a sigh “Look. I’m sorry. You’re probably a swell fellow and you’re very skilled and offering to help from the bottom of your heart but I’m just tired. Our little girl has been gone for weeks and every week some brave young adventuring type swears on their life they’ll get Sylis back and the next day either their corpse turns up at the gate or they come back with a bunch of excuses about how tough they are and they couldn’t do anything and blah, blah, blah.” She put her head in her hands and sighed again as Stella continued

“Sylis isn’t our daughter through blood as you can probably tell from the picture. We found her lost in the woods outside town and tried to find her parents. The guards found them but not in any kind of state a little girl should be hearing her parents are in. We tried finding someone to take her in since we thought ourselves too old to be caring for younglings but no one would have her and treat her right. We don’t know why bandits would take her of all people from this town. We’re not wealthy by any means so we can’t pay any ransom even if we did receive one.”

“Ox will not bore wise ones with Ox’s skills since wise ones have heard skills before but Ox will try to bring little one home safe and take bastards head with.”

“Well, we look forward to it if you can. I wish I could offer you more information or something to help you but that’s all we know. May Marisol light your way.” They both waved goodbye to Ox as he left the city gates and once again heard the guards talking behind him.

“You think he’s gonna make it?”

“You ever seen someone that big before old man? He can definitely take Alasar one on one but I don’t know about his entire camp.”

“50 gold says we find his corpse at the gate next shift”

“You really wanna lose your gold that bad? Deal.”

‘At least someone believes in Ox’ he thought. They will know that Ox does not break promises, especially concerning the death of bandits, in due time.