Le sourire de Tarwin s'élargit alors qu'il était loué par le prince, se penchant contre le mur, il sentit un bourdonnement chaud qui le traversait. "Bien quelqu'un devait s'assurer qu'il n'a pas bloqué votre route d'évasion." C'était presque suffisant pour lui faire oublier qu'il n'avait pas gagné un centime en risquant sa vie. Il continua à sourire en regardant les visages familiers dans la pièce avant de se tourner pour voir le prince terminer son discours. Il a noté le soutien que le prince a reçu des autres anciens prisonniers.
Bien que Tarwin lui-même n'ait pas dit yay ou voisin, il a décidé d'accompagner le prince dans la salle de guerre, après tout, il ne semblait pas juste de les abandonner juste après son arrivée. Ce n'était pas comme s'il avait quelque chose de mieux à faire non plus, les ruines qu'il pensait être sa mine d'or se sont avérées être la base opérationnelle d'un prince qui, pour toute l'intensité et le but était de planifier une révolution, un coup d'État, une rébellion, donc ce n'était pas comme s'il avait des projets. Peut-être se joindrait-il, sinon pour des raisons morales, à la construction d'une nation de paix meilleure et plus libre, en faisant le pont entre les humains et les elfes et en se débarrassant d'un roi corrompu, alors pour le bénéfice potentiel! Aider le prince pourrait potentiellement lui gagner un titre, une succession, de l'argent, l'immunité fiscale?! Oui, il y avait beaucoup de profit qu'il pouvait faire, maintenant tout ce qu'il avait à faire était de s'impliquer et de se faire un nom, d'obtenir la reconnaissance.
Tarwin est resté près de l'arrière de la salle de guerre pendant toute la durée du briefing, prenant et pliant une des cartes plus anciennes avant de la mettre dans sa poche pendant que personne ne regardait et espérant qu'il pourrait la vendre ou l'examiner à une date ultérieure. Après tout a été dit et fait il s'est avancé, se déplaçant au centre de la salle à côté d'une des cartes plus grandes et souriant. "Mesdames et messieurs, tacticiens et guerriers. Permettez-moi de commencer par dire que je suis honoré d'être en votre présence, mais le temps est essentiel pour que mes paroles soient rapides. » Il fit un geste vers le prince sur son trône. "Vous êtes notre principale préoccupation à l'heure actuelle, cette guerre ne sera pas bonne si nous n'avons pas de chef et donc je pense que quiconque pourrait aider Aevah devrait le faire, il pourrait également être bénéfique si elle et son équipe essaient de rallier le soutien pour notre campagne pendant qu'ils sont là-bas, après tout l'ennemi de mon ennemi est mon ami. Bien que je conseille d'envoyer seulement quelques personnes qui ne font pas partie de leur famille, le cas échéant." Secouant la main pour pointer les champs au nord de la citadelle sur la carte, il continua. Je suggère que nous recherchions l'aide des nomades de ces plaines, des combattants décents et des hommes ayant de nombreux liens, ils ont lutté sous l'oppression du roi et nous aideraient probablement. Si vous voulez que je puisse aller leur parler, ils sont mon peuple et j'aurais de bonnes chances de les convaincre." Il a déplacé sa main vers les ruines d'Ahya sur la carte. "Je serais également heureux d'aider dans les deuxième et troisième phases de votre attaque sur les ruines et les approvisionnements, je ne suis pas un grand guerrier, mais je peux certainement me battre et je serais fier de prêter ma lame au conflit." Il a regardé le prince. « Enfin, et je me rends compte que cela peut être audacieux, mais je me considère comme une personne assez charismatique et créative. Si vous vous trouvez à court de leaders ou de conseillers, j'aimerais me mettre en avant. » Avec l'affichage sur Tarwin a fléchi légèrement la tête et s'est retiré de la table, souriant avec confiance et donnant un demi cœur et un salut décontracté.
Character Name: The number "9" has been branded to his forehead. Its a bad memory but its the only name he has known.
Species: Vavatonem
Species description:
Entry #12, The Vavatonem
The Vavatonem are a recent discovery, found in the deepest jungles outside of Eblistan. The creatures are unique in their ability to adapt their bodies to new environments quickly and efficiently. Completing in a month what evolution would take hundreds of years to accomplish. For now not much is known about them, however they are intelligent and can be incredibly dangerous. It was originally thought that they were little more than simple but advanced animals. However as more knowledge was gained, researchers found them to be highly intelligent and shockingly sentient. The creatures do not speak like one would normally think. Instead they seem to have some form of telepathy, speaking in a simple sentences. Of course they have their own language that has so far eluded any understanding.
Here is what I have discovered of their anatomy:
-There doesn't seem to be a difference between genders, if any. Perhaps they are hermaphroditic? Further research pending.
-From what I've seen of their lifespan they seem to mature in stages. Egg, Hatchling, Pupa, Adult. The time between these stages is unknown.
-Adults seem to average at about 8 to 9 feet tall, minus the head crest.
-They are tough bastards, seen arrows bounce off their shells. They also seem to have a regeneration ability.
-All the adults seem to have two sets of arms, the top pair are a nasty set of claws that could cut through a horse in a single swing. Honest, I saw it. The second pair seems to be actual arms, some of them are claws while others are dexterous hands.
-The most fascinating thing about the Vavatonem is their ability to cocoon themselves and adapt to new environments. I've seen some all pale skin and no eyes but covered in bioluminescent patches.
For now they are a friendly, kind race but as news of these creatures reach Eblistan I fear that others will come with less than pure intentions for these beings. Hunters and slavers would find much joy in taking these creatures on. I hope they can live on in peace.
Alistair Qrow, Scholar
Gender: Technically is both genders, but telepathic voice sounds masculine.
Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations:
Strengths
-Strength, easily lift 200 lbs. with one hand.
-Natural armor, tough hide. Most arrows won't have enough power to puncture their hides, much less their chitin plates but crossbows definitely could.
-Adaptation, that saying of "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" definitely applies to 9. Can become resistant to something but never completely invulnerable to it.
-Regeneration, heals fairly quickly. a cut that would take a normal man a couple days would heal in an hour or two.
-Natural weapons, the claws on the top pair of arms are extremely sharp and could easily cut through the thickest of flesh. Could puncture cheaply made plate but moderate to high quality stuff is a no no.
-Telepathy, talks only to the people he wants to.
-People sense, is a good judge of character.
-Link, can telepathically link with ONE person that he trusts very much. Will automatically know where that person is, how well they are, and what they are thinking. Take that what you will.
-Leap, can leap twenty feet forward with a running start.
weaknesses
-Monstrous visage, not the prettiest creature on the block. Looks like a thing that would crawl out of your nightmares.
-Big, while it does add to strength, 9's size keeps him from entering most doors and makes him a large target.
-Easily manipulated, Has no concept of lying and takes everything you tell him as truth.
-Attention magnet, lets face it. Nobody is going to miss the giant monster.
-Psychic weakness, those who posses strong magic of the mind could easily dominate 9's will.
-Fear of fire, terrified of the stuff. May have something to do with his brand.
-Cocoon time, it takes at least 12 hours in the cocoon to make any useful anatomy changes.
-Cannot wear armor, unless his current armor or skin gets damaged it will not get stronger.
-Does not use weapons, cannot use weapons outside of the ones he was born with.
-Slavers, attacks on site. Will also grow very agitated at the sight of whips and branding irons.
-Scientists, fears them even more than fire.
-Acid, prevents regeneration.
Background: 9 was an average Vavatonem, he spent his time hunting and playing with the others. One day he was men came and captured him and many of his friends. They group was then taken to a camp and 9 was introduced with the brand. The pain was unimaginable and when he kept thrashing around, the bad men introduced him to the whip. Ever since then he has had a hate for the men who hurt others, the brand and whip ingrained in his mind as instruments of pain. However they weren't the worst thing at the camp, no that honor belonged to the pointy eared man. He would cut his friends open and do things to them that they couldn't heal from. He pleaded with pointy ears, they all did, to stop. He either didn't here them or just didn't care.
At the end of it only 9 remained. The pointy eared one said "I need fresh meat for my experiments, do with this thing what you want." and so they took him to Eblistan to be put in a zoo or to be sold as a pet.
Appearance:

Average for his race, 9 is 8'6 and 672 pounds of muscle, sinew, and bone. While his eyes can take any color they are usually a dark, solid blue unless in battle in which it turns red.
Reason for Detainment: While setting up a deal for his purchase, the hunters paid the guard to store him in the dungeons. If he were to break out, what would be the loss of a few criminals?