Dominions (Llama)

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"My name is none of your business." The reptilian man hissed, his lisp being heard underneath his heavy armor. The man wasn't all too proud of his name, because frankly, it was embarrassing; Hack Loopus. Ugh. Loopus. A truly despicable name. He completely ignores the question about location, due to him not being too proud about that; Midgard. A truly desssssspicable place.



"Your failure to see a legend walking before you is truly unfortunate." The reptilian man was quite an odd sight; he had a medieval kettle hat, which he secretly just used to keep the sun out of his eyes. He was clad in chain mail along with full metal bracers, boots, and both groin and shin guards, which one must assume covered his more vulnerable areas. His red, scaly skin could be seen only in the form of his snouted face nearly passing the brim of the kettle hat. His eyes were orange with a strikingly black slitted eye.



Loopus waved his elbow-length gauntlet in the old man's face, "Do you not see this?! It is truly my only item worth describing." It was a heavy one with spikes lined all along the knuckles and arm. His other arm was strangely uncovered.



The reptile giggles, "I knows some pretty advanced magic." (Two points in alteration)



(summary: a reptile dude that uses magic to enhance himself and his heavy armor and punch his enemies to death)

(note that i put two points in alteration instead of all three so that he could also have heavy army and be good at hand-to-hand combat.)




(Sorry this is so late coming, llama)

You are an alteration mage, of some skill in your field. Alteration spells can, generally, be used on yourself, your allies, or your enemies. Assume this is the case for all spells unless directed otherwise. Buffs for you may be debuffs for enemies or allies, and vice versa. Use them wisely

Quickening: Make yourself incredibly fast. This effect carries over to your attacks

Mailskin. Makes your skin as thick as armor, but weighs you down just as much. Your skin can still be pierced by weapons such as crossbows, damaged by spells, and you can still receive blunt damage.

Senses: Temporarily remove the use of one sense to heighten the other ones. The effects can be permanent if used on the same sense too many times in a row.

The old man thanks you for your time and wishes you luck, before continuing down the road until he is out of sight. You're once again left by your lonesome to continue your journey to Midgard. You could feel the effects of the cold as soon as you set foot in this land. Your reptilian blood screamed for you to turn back, and your metal armor nearly froze you in the middle of the road, but you still pressed onwards. Hopefully they'd have some nice. heavy, fur coats where you were heading, and hopefully you had the money to pay for it. It was evening by the time you spotted the lights in the distance. The mighty harbor town of Snovettia was silhouetted by the candlelight of a thousand homes, as night steadily approached.  

Upon reaching the city itself, you notice the streets awash with night activity. It might not be as active now as during the day, but plenty of people were still out and about. Drunkards walked and talked with friends as they exited the nearest tavern, and shopkeepers were closing up their stores. Children were having snowball fights, while their parents sat on benches to talk with friends. A couple men were lighting lights around a large statue pond in the center of town. The sight of was quite beautiful.  

[llama]

Loopus looked around the scene, nodding to himself at the whole scene. He would take more time to appreciate it all if he wasn't so concerned about the possibility of dropping dead. He hurries into the tavern that the drunks had just exited, going straight to the tavern's assumed hearth or fireplace. The warmth from last night's stay in a rundown inn could only sustain him for so long.

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You rush into the tavern, amidst many startled and staring eyes. The hearth is lit, and quite warm. Many people are gathered around it

"Oi!" The barkeep cries out "A lizard! We don't get many a those round these parts! Well, living ones, anyhow." The bar washes over with drunken laughter, as if the barkeep had just said the funniest thing they'd all ever heard. Soon after everyone has had their jollies, the room goes back to normal. The keep asks an assistant to tend the bar, then approaches you
"Oi, sorry for calling ya out there. The name's Otis." He extends his hand "And what can I get for ya this evenin'?"

[llama]

The reptile doesn't show any sign of caring about all the banter, seeming much more intent on getting to the hearth.
Loopus shakes his head as if to say 'no problem' and then extends his right hand (claw?) to shake it, his left one being occupied by the gauntlet. "Just something to compliment this warmth." Hack nods towards the fire. He intentionally doesn't reveal his name in reply to Otis, not necessarily out of unkindness, but due to general exhaustion and to not pile even more ridicule on the already odd tavern attender.

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"Ha, alright, friend. I'll be right back wif me favorite drink fer cold nights like 'is."

The barkeep leaves to grab you something to drink, and you're finally able to get a good look around the room. More people are funneling out of the tavern than are funneling in, but the place still seems quite lively. You can see a few old men offering up a drink to a much younger man, then laughing when he gets tipsy after just a few sips. A bulky woman barges into the tavern, and drags off one of the men, to the cheers and laughter of his friends. A young woman sits across from you at hearth. She tries her best to fend off unwanted, drunken advances from other men in tavern as politely as possible.

[llama]

Loopus looks around. This whole scene just oozed a kind of homely, 'settle down and make a family' kind of town. That didn't entirely appease to him; he had a chance to do just that in his homeland, but what was the point of having such great skills if you couldn't show them to the world? He looks disinterested at the woman in front of him and the situation unfolding.

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The woman continues to fend off advances. Most of the men get the hint after awhile, but a few continue to linger around her. Otis returns with your drink. He sets it down next to you, and attempts to strike up a conversation

"So, what's a lizard like you doin' up in the north?"

[llama]

Loopus takes up the drink and sips at it, glaring into the fire while walking, "Wanderlussst mainly, I suppose. A change of terrain. A spreading of a name." Loopus shrugs a bit, "I've always heard some interesting stories about this place so I thought I might as well see how many of them are true.." This was all a partial truth. Loopus didn't exactly know why he was here; he just followed a road out of his homeland and it seems to have ended here. The barkeep didn't need to know that, though.

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"Well, friend, you picked a poor time to pay us a visit. Those a damned giants are gearing up for war! I think they're finally going to try and wipe us out..."

[llama]

Loopus shrugs a bit, "I'm sure it won't impede too much on my visit." He did say 'us' afterall; Loopus wasn't one of them.

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"Say, you 'ave the look of a merc, and you said somethin' 'bout spreadin' yer name, aye? You should hire yerself out to our king! You get a nice upfront payment, a nice erry pile a coin per month, and ya get extra fer every enemy ya kill. Anyone 'at can kill a giant'll have fame 'round 'er."

[llama]

"I suppose that could be a good idea." Loopus says this, making sure to have it sound like a brush to the side. He might as well act like he's brushing aside this suggestion even if it is the only viable one he has gotten; at the same time, he didn't want to commit himself to any of them. At least for now. "Any other looks of something I have?" At this point Loopus was intentionally trying to be an outsider, sounding awkward as possible. It was fun misrepresenting an entire species of people; after all, this is going to be one of the very few Lizardmen this man meets, so it'd be awfully fun to skew his view of the whole race.

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"Well, uh, alright. Yer attitude don't matter much so long as ya can break a few heads, so give me suggestion a good once over if ya would."

Otis gets up and walks off to attend to other guests. The young woman across from you seems just about fed up with all of what's happening

"Cummmooooon! Jus fife minutes!" Says one particularly drunken soul. She brushes him off, but he comes closer and puts his hand on her lap. This was the final straw. The young woman punched the man square in the jaw, and sent him sailing across the room, an impressive feet from such a small creature. She was met with cheers and laughter from the whole tavern, but she didn't seem much appreciative

[llama]

Hack glances at the body on the floor behind him, and then back to the woman. He sips his drink and adjusts his kettle hat, before saying, "Nice form." He meant the form of the punch, of course. Loopus knows a thing or two about nice punches.

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"Oh?" The woman looks around the room, before training her eyes on you "Oh, uh, thanks I guess."

[llama]

"Most hooligans don't put their body into it and just give the blow with their hand.. not enough force.. hmm.. hooligans.." The end of that sentence was accompanied with a look around at the drunken mess that was the bar. He takes yet another sips.

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"Yeah, my papa taught be a thing or two about punching when I was little. Guess it stuck with me." The woman stares into the fire "So, uh, what about you?"

[llama]

Loopus glances over and then shrugs even though it would more than likely not be noticeable, "I've just, uh, always been good at punching things." Much to the annoyance of his village. 'Come Hack, use this club' or 'Hack, just using your hands is stupid'.. hmph. He did consider himself an outsider, but his nontraditional combat method wasn't the only reason.

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"So, self taught then? Huh, seems pretty weird to teach yourself combat like that. Any particular reason?" The man who had been knocked across the tavern earlier comes to, and he stumbles out of the bar with the help of his friends

[llama]

"I thought it paired well with my other studies." I close my eyes momentarily and improve the woman's sense of hearing, so as to reference my alteration magic without outright saying it.

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"Ah, okay. That's pretty nifty. Any reason you decided to take up Alteration?"

[llama]

"Life is about bettering yourself, yes? Why not do something that can physically do that while you're trying to achieve greatness?"

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"An admirable reason. I'm at the peak of my capabilities, so it's really all down hill from here." The woman chuckles a bit "Could I pry into where you're from?"

[llama]

Loopus makes no attempt to boost her confidence at that self deprecating humor, "Place with lots of sand. Immeasurably boring. You would die of boredom just trying to find out how boring it is." Loopus ran this through his head; how many different reasons has he claimed so far to his leaving of home and traveling? Four? Five? Only the great God Freedoi, Ultimate Lizard Being would know which held the partial truth. Wait, could that make religious zeal another reason for his leaving..? Make that at least four with one unspoken.

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"Ah. Do you come from C'tis, or somewhere near it?"