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Deryl Laklan	In the Hundred Kingdoms, the usual news in that part of the East are usually which nation rises and falls. No empire has truly rose from the myriad city states and minor nations yet. But recently, news of a god that was killed thanks to a deathknight's actions in one of the cities, but the harbinger of the Mask was thwarted by an exigent bearing a daiklave made out of the rarest magical material of all. Adamant. The warrior and his men reside in a village made up of Thornish refugees that want to make a living in this edge of the Hundred Kingdoms. Meanwhile, Deryl is helping with escorting construction workers of the village carrying lumber towards their new home. "Stay sharp everyone. The Hundred Kingdoms is rife with bandits so stay close in the line" The workers are protected by soldiers whose eyes are emotionless as if they are automata, yet they are flesh and blood
Vetiver Mirror	The roads are baked dry under the sun above as it beats down over the cloudless sky. Little eddies of dust kick up from the road with each breeze making laborer and merchant alike caked in road dust. Cicadas make a constant background droning to accompany the travelers along the road. One such traveler walking the opposite direction of the Thornish refugees is equally dusty. A small woman no sign of weapon or armor. In fact she only wears a simple cloth wrap to bind her chest and a part of patch work shorts tied just above the knee, feet bare and covered in road dust. Hardly bandit material. She pause stepping aside making way for the group. Giving them a attentive eye.
Deryl Laklan	"Ah a snake!" One of the workers who was carrying a pile of planks panics, resulting in the wood crashing down and causing pain to his feet. "This is just a very small python and it won't constrict you" His coworker sighs at this unnecessary travesty and helps pick up the planks. "The wood you carried did more damage to you than the snake" His coworker says jokingly although he still is in deep pain, resulting in Deryl's attention. "Oh not again, at least it's not someone carrying a very hot bowl of mahleb spiced porridge this time" He sighs and looks at the wound. It seems one of the planks had some sharp edges which resulted in some of the shards of wood piercing his flesh. Although not fatal, it would prevent him from walking normally for hours. "It seems I'll have to heal him, but I'm not sure if it warrants me from using my power....." The Sidereal can feel that the soldiers escorting the exigent are bonded to him in eternal loyalty
Vetiver Mirror	Large fox-like ears perk. The sound of magic playing against the many fates around her. Each working together to build to a greater harmony in service of one person in particular. Eyes turning to the man who is checking the wound. Keen ears catching his words with another twitch "Bad luck with the foot.." Voice bright and cheery. Easy wide smile born of a person from meager means. "Your moving a lot of supply along the road for folks without many carts or horses. Not sure your what I would call locals either." Curiosity clearly on her face.
Deryl Laklan	"Well horses and carts would help us a lot, sadly I'm conserving money since I'm not exactly the richest man in the Hundred Kingdoms. So I can't afford that many carts and the few we have are used back in a village for another project" Deryl sighs as his tools and resources are thinned out as he literally has an entire village to feed. Then he takes notice of the girl's vixen trait. "A beastman? I don't know if you got that through birth or unfortunate enough to go through a bordermarch. The latter is the reason why I have these eyes" He says while his eyes are gleaming with baleful light and appears ophidian. "Welp this isn't the first time this guy did some fuckups but I can't blame him, he was a sheltered rich boy back in Thorns before the Masks took it for himself. Anyway, name is Deryl Laklan. I have another title myself but gods, it's very long and I prefer not to say it. Those deathknights and their long ass monikers"
Vetiver Mirror	"A bold question. Most mutants and beastmen are not well received. Fewer still are treated well." The woman laughs but doesn't seem to have taken offence. "No I got these ears and tail from my mother, and her mother before her. They call me Vetiver Mirror." Without warning or prompting she holds out a hand. Empty a first then as she balls it into a fist opening it to reveal some jade coins. "For your reconstruction efforts. I'm of little means myself but it is likely to help more people in your hands." Vetiver can't help her smile getting a little wider as she looks at the recently disposed noble. Though it only lasts a moment, composing herself at the word Deathknights "It is nice to meet you Deryl. Whats this about Deathnights? Are you saying they gave you a name?"
Deryl Laklan	"Interesting, but yeah, mutants are not exactly well received. I remember some of them are mistreated back in old Thorns, usually slaves. I miss my home but I certainly won't forget it's flaws" He doesn't blind himself to nostalgia and homesickness when it comes to pre-Mask Thorns. "I mostly got my eyes thanks to an accident in the borders of the Wyld. I can't exactly remember how I got this mutation as that realm is a hazy pipedream made real. At least it's useful for rooting out any hidden undead, for I can see temperature" "Well I have been a pest to the agents of the Mask Of Winters even if I have yet to coordinate with others that want to retake Thorns from him. I can't believe I have to say this, but the deathknights call me Diamond Devil Prince Of The Shimmering Hell. The last deathknight I encountered was the one who tried to drown an entire city in deathly essence so it merges with it's afterlife. Thankfully I aided on slaying him"