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Tepet Makara	In the many nations of the Hundred Kingdoms and somewhere up that borders the Northeast, there is a small forest of silence whose tainted by the touch of death for reasons not yet known. Some say the forest was the result of ancient Anathema kings experimenting with necromancy, some say a terrible tragedy happened there and whispers say that a spawn of a titan died there but nobody knows why. Even if it's not truly in the North, there is a chilling cold whenever travelers enter the woods. There are hungry ghosts here, mostly those whose forms resemble wolfmen with bloodstained eyes and their flesh rots. However despite the dangers, some herbalist or those interested in the occult enter these woods thanks to the presence of ghost flowers used for tea that let's one see ghosts, but they are hard to spot and the hungry ghosts here will make it difficult. Strangely however, the creatures screams blood curdling howls not out of seeking prey but as if something drove them away from some section of the forest. There is another creature, a winged draconic monster whose fangs drip with venom while it's wings resemble that of pterodactyls but with a colorful azure appearance. The chimeric beastman has moonsilver markings across his body that resemble skytongue runes while it wears armor of soulsteel and moonsilver, giving him the visage of a dark lord. He is not here to take their territory however, but simply find privacy as he scared them away, for he sits in a meditative stance among a field of eerie flower while chanting something.
Lin	One of those herbalists is, in fact, here right now. Lin, on a far-reaching jaunt from Great Forks thanks to the power of sorcery and demonology, has no trouble reaching such areas. She's bundled up, adding a light fur-lined outer robe over her ordinary attire. Several additional satchels and pockets adorn it, and a few are already half-stuffed with some strange plant or another. She isn't alone, either. Two highly unusual beings accompany her. One is best described as a shimmering, dazzlingly beauteous insect, its shape something between a wasp and a dragonfly - that's the size of the horse. It hangs back, sometimes taking to the air and looking around. The other is... a seven foot tall brute of a.. rock-man? It's humanoid, with translucent crystalline minerals for skin, encasing red granite bones that can barely be seen in the dusk light. A proud, strong jaw filled with rusty iron teeth... and, emerging from its rear, a thick segmented tail tipped with what seems like a jagged ball of solid iron. Between the two of them it's easy to miss Lin, somehow, even as she wanders through the dangerous haunted lands... On the other hand, blood curdling howls are hard to miss! Upon hearing them, Lin motions for her spirits to follow and the trio seek to find a hill or some other high grind where they can close in and observe... So, she soon is visible atop a mound overlooking the flower field, gazing down at the proceedings... "Oh, oh no no no no no... that's not how I wanted the evening to turn out..." She murmurs to her rock-man escort. The rock-man grinds his teeth fretfully.
Tepet Makara	Once they approach, it seems that the hungry ghosts are too scared to even take notice of Lin or her demonic companions as they scram from the premises near the field of eerie glowing blue flowers. As she observes, it seems that this chimeric beastman is the one that scared them off and once she sees his tattoos, he's one of Luna's chosen. His chanting becomes more clear to hear and a breeze of chilling winds begin to converge as he holds the deathly essence in his very hands. "Oh Azet-Ithey, I call upon you to bestow me your weapon" "A scythe that shall slay joy and life once it is in my hands!" To make the ritual go faster, his very tattoos glow and the mark of a bale full moon can be seen in his forehead. Even the moonsilver markings in his armor give off an ominous shimmer
Lin	It takes a good ten seconds, during which Lin drops down a little as if deciding whether to flee or keep observing, but... her eyes narrow, she spots the telltale patterns of Moonsilver Tattoos... and the Caste Mark... "Well... maybe it's not so bad." She murmurs, then steadily rises to her feet. "One of the Moon-blessed, hm... but that spell's necromantic... why would...?" She can only shake her head in confusion at the display. And keep an eye open for any hungry ghosts that might be swinging her way instead of fleeing. "Best to wait until they're done..."
Tepet Makara	He continues chanting as he collects more deathly essence in his hands and it slowly shapes to what seems to be a dread grimscythe. The winds blow away the petals of the flowers, as the air now flows with bioluminescent petals that surrounds the chosen of Luna. "With your great scythe, I shall bring despair to my enemies for I will slash their happiness and flesh into crimson ribbons that shall be dust and into nothingness." The winds become more intense as the casting goes on although it is not known whether it will be completed.
Tepet Makara	"I call forth the End Of All Joy, Scythe Of Azet-Ithey! From his hand, the necromantic essence now converge into an ebon grimscythe that shines thanks to it reflecting the light of the sunset and then swings his newly summoned blade as it slashes through the flowers and then decapitates a nearby tree in an instance. He gives a smug grin with his fangs revealed as he is satisfied with the result despite it taking so long to summon. "I guess second circle spells can be tedious but it was worth the weight. I really need to improve on my swiftness and my blade skills at some point" The only thing he was disappointed in was his speed being average as he could have destroyed the tree more quickly. "Those hungry ghosts ran off, so I really don't have good target practice other than dead trees" He sighs and holds his scythe.
Lin	The sound of clapping, completely out of place, fills the grove. It's coming from the distant mound overlooking the necromancer's efforts. Lin stands tall upon it in the distance. Awkwardly, the stone giant besides her starts to join in, though its claps are MUCH louder, being stone-on-stone. The volume's enough to make Lin flinch in fact. The traveling apothecary delivers a light kick to her companion's leg. The stone giant's startled, but ceases clapping with an apologetic look on its face.
Tepet Makara	Once the moon dragon hears the clapping, there is an annoyed and angered expression in his face as he sees there is an observer. "Great, it seems I can't perform necromancy without people stumbling into me. Is there a place in Creation where I can do this in peace" Despite being aggressive at first, he then sets his sights on Lin and raises his eyes as if the dragon knows something. "You dare intrude upon me, the Demon-Dragon Tyrant?" He hisses like the reptile he is but does not raise the newly summoned scythe against her as he let's it fade away into nothingness "You see an anathema right before you, yet you do not flee from me. I know herbalists come to this place, but why do you approach a monstrous boogeyman from Immaculate fairy tales?"
Lin	"Ah... a good question. I suppose that'd normally be a terrible idea." Lin answers. Her face is hiding a bit of a flinch - at the monstrous appearance, less the claims about being scary. "But, between you and the hungry ghosts, I'm more worried about things with no interest in talking. ... well, that, and..." She takes a step forward, answering the beastman's dramatic proclamation by calling up the Essence within. A beauteous display of golden-crimson-purple-blue anima ignites around her, flowing like a flickering campfire, and her own divine mark glitters and blazes - a half-filled golden circle - smack dab on her forehead. Fitting, for the time of day.
Tepet Makara	"A chosen of the Unconquered Sun and a Twilight caste at that, well at least it's not a dragonblooded of Lookshy unlike the last time" It seems this wasn't the first time another exalt came across him practicing his deathly art even in such a place far away from known nations that adhere to the Immaculate region, there is a slight expression of embarassment and guilt in his face while mentioning the latter. "Sometimes I wonder if I have to practice my art in places that far away such as the North or the Far East so that the Wyld Hunt may not pick up my activities. Thankfully the dragonblooded was dealt with in a peaceful manner" He doesn't elaborate on this further. "I'm only in this form since I am tired of hiding my true nature even if most of my kind hide in stolen skin away from the eyes of the Wyld Hunt while the princes of the earth walk with no consequence. Sometimes I want to feel free for once after all, I would have done this in the domains of shahanyas but I'm mixed on the Silver Pact"
Lin	"Dragon-Blooded of... Lookshy?" Lin sounds a bit alarmed. Why -would- one be in a place like this...? She casts a concerned glance at her spirit escorts. They seem to step up the guard, turning about to keep a closer eye on the surroundings. "Well, at least you have the advantage of being ABLE to take on a different face... or any number of other forms, if the stories about your people are even half-true. I have but the one face, and must be very careful where and how it is seen..." The tone she uses, at first, is meant to sound encouraging, but somewhere exasperation and maybe a tad of jealousy invades it. Just a tad. She dusts off her robes. "I doubt there's much to fear of a Wyld Hunt in the current times though... if you're not sticking your nose into the business of a Realm Satrapy or close ally of Lookshy, anyways. Haven't run into that kind of trouble myself, but... I'm similarly sick of having to hide and hold back..."
Tepet Makara	"It was in the site of a battlefield in another part of the Hundred Kingdoms, they were travelling and saw me perform a spell to summon a ghost. I was in a human shape but I had a cloak, so I was risking in revealing my guises identity." He then shifts to the topic regarding their shapeshifting as he confirms it. "Well it is true we can steal faces from humans and animals but it depends on what method they use. Others challenge so that they will get their face if they win and others lay a geas that if broken, the shape of the offender can be stolen" He explains what he knows about how his kind get their shapes. "I steal the shapes of animals mostly to refine my beastform further although I haven't stolen a human face yet besides a scion of House Tepet. Some poor sucker I devoured from the North. He was a naive brat that relies on his training and the Thousand Correct Actions in surviving the cold north" "I admittedly infiltrate a satrapy even if I'm no changing moon but it's surprisingly easy to pose as a dragonblood by pretending to be a Anathema hating fanatic and making sure you do the correct ways to disguise your anima and make artificial elemntal markings. So far my cover isn't broken Lin" How does he know the Twilight's name even if he only just meet her?
Lin	Lin makes an odd face. Partially disbelieving. Partially bewildered. It's clear that she's not sure what to make of this Lunar. She fidgets back and forth where she stands. But when he mentions her name... she grimaces a little. "Well. You seem to have me at a slight disadvantage there, seeing as you could be anyone I might've met, but I know only one person who--... feels the need to explain everything within a moment of meeting someone..." She gives him a sort of weird stare, completely unable to figure out the reason for such. "Were the javelins useful, then?"
Tepet Makara	Tepet Makara says, "Yes and thankfully my men didn't break them this time. I don't know where we got those javelins we used before, they probably brought it from some Ragara cheat and they didn't care about the quality of practice weapons even if they are just as important even in battle" He gives a smug grin admitting that the Tepet scion and him are one in the same. "It can also be interpreted that the scion was consumed from within by me if you know what I mean" He says a metaphor regarding his self before he was a chosen of the moon. "The person you meet was merely a husk of their former self. He once wanted to be dragonblooded when was young that he is obsessed with posing as one. His fake zealotry to the Immaculate faith merely a remembrance to what he once was, a mere legionnaire loyal to the Realm and it's Immaculate precepts" "