Bien sûr, on pouvait grimper n'importe quel arbre aussi longtemps qu'on avait le rapport approprié entre sa propre puissance physique et son poids, ce qui dans le cas de Baxxink était clairement vrai. Cependant aussi clairement vrai était que chaque arbre que vous avez grimpé a généralement laissé quelques traces de son écorce derrière vous comme vos pieds et les mains creusées dedans. Dans le cas de l'arbre pisse, eh bien... ces traces étaient bien infusées avec la puanteur de pipi et d'autres choses dégoûtantes aussi bien. Le saut sur le toit a été réussi et il y avait une fenêtre ouverte - qui soupçonnait que quelqu'un escaladerait l'arbre pisse en premier lieu?. Il y avait des voix entendues derrière la porte fermée, indiquant que deux personnes parlaient devant elle dans le couloir. Le propriétaire actuel de la chambre ou était-ce juste une coïncidence? Qui pouvait le savoir, mais celui qui avait loué cette chambre de classe supérieure devait avoir des biens. Plusieurs objets pas super précieux, mais encore assez précieux comme un stylo richement décoré, des feuilles de parchemin de haute qualité et la clé d'un coach qui se tenait quelque part près de la taverne attendait l'intrus s'il était assez audacieux.
Vekyzz a noté que la chaise semblait être à peu près au bord de ses limites, mais il ne s'en souciait pas tant que la chose tiendrait. Cependant, ce qui l'a perturbé, c'était d'être appelé un 'galoot'. Et avant même d'avoir fini d'éclore un plan approprié de représailles contre une seule cible, cette petite excuse d'un vrai musicien s'est ajoutée à la file d'attente! Vekyzz' a décidé que 'laard asse' demandait une priorité plus élevée que 'galoot'.

Sa main a claqué sur la table et a été rétractée lentement avec une certaine pression délibérée appliquée à ses griffes de sorte qu'il y aurait des rayures superficielles laissées derrière. Ensuite, l'homme s'est levé. Ses yeux grimaçants étaient concentrés sur le joueur solitaire de harpe et avec le rythme d'un zombie, mais avec beaucoup, beaucoup plus de simplicité et de détermination, celui-ci a été approché. Vekyzz n'avait pas prévu de détruire la harpe, mais simplement de la confisquer pendant un moment. Vekyzz n'a pas dit un mot alors qu'il se rapprochait, ouvrant et fermant ses paumes lentement comme s'il voulait couper de la chair avec eux.
Name: Vekyzz
Title/Nickname: -
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: He's an Oiosyyiathaom, that is... a demon. The expression is not used for the class of demons in general, but for a very special subset of them. The knowledge about how to summon them is commonly assumed to be lost, though this could very well only be the result of it being a very dangerous and difficult process that very rarely is executed.
The realm they come from is named Qu'Nor. The term is the human transcription of what it is called in their own tongue. Little is known about it because the inverse process of getting a human there and letting him return alive is even more difficult. Those very few who managed to do this weren't very fond of openly sharing the knowledge gained. It can be assumed that the majority of what common mages know about it has its origin in torture chambers that have seen members of Vekyzz' race. It is said that there exist a multitude of creatures, not only demons, but the Oiosyyiathaoms being the dominating race. Not all of them are flat-out hostile to everything and everyone, but most are however. Vekyzz is a tad in the middle: Not willing to kill on sight, but easy to push into a decent rage that can become quite violent.
This raises the question: Why would anyone be interested in summoning such a creature ? The standard answer would be 'because he can', but there are other reasons. One of his kind, once succesfully forced into submission, would be a formidable asset for both personal protection and boosting one's ego: The average individual stands well above a large human male and usually weighs at least twice as much. They feature a very dense skeletal frame and pick up large amounts of similar muscle even with hardly any training at all. There is some inherent magic in them, but they can't purposefully control it. It virtually 'leaks' out of them as raw energy. It is assumed that this phenomenon is not natural and only appears in the foreign environment they are torn into when summoned. In fact, some of his kind have been subjected to experiments trying to artificially trigger and harvest it. The outcomes were rather mixed: While it turned out to be possible to release large amounts of magical power, the price in terms of killed test subjects that needed to be replaced by performing new summonings outweighed this benefit.
It is not known how many individuals are currently present in the world, but it is fair to assume that their number is very, very small. Their lifespan is dramatically reduced by the leakage effect and is estimated at no more than 50 years if not sent back in time. However, as long as their inner pool doesn't run out and they are sufficiently supplied, bodily degradation is virtually unknown to them.Appearance: As an individual he is an imposing figure: The man stands about 7 feet 2 inches tall (excluding the horns) and is packed with dense, voluminous muscles. The Big Guy
Profession: He doesn't really have one. He's basically become a survivalist capable of living off the wild land. He still seldomly accepts more or less shady jobs, but more for fun than out of necessity.
Background: Vekyzz has never experienced the freedom of having parents that keep you nourished and well-kept during your childhood. He hasn't even experienced the luxury of never having to switch the world one's living in, allowing as much time as possible to adapt. He was thrown into this realm by a mage craving for power, but the first thing that happened is another case of the scientist-runs-an-experiment-without-preparation-for-the-case-it-yields-exactly-the-outcome-he's-hoping-for trope. The summoner doesn't live anymore, killed in an instantaneous act of outrage. Unfortunately, Vekyzz thereby has also slain his only hope of returning - or at least the only one he knows about. Being doomed to continue living the life that had just started to exist, the demon started roaming the land.
Equipment:What would he be without his trusty, colossal, vintage looking sword ? Technically it isn't even really a sword, but merely an outstanding piece of mechanical butchery consisting of a thick piece of sheet metal that was ground to have a sharp edge on one side while the other was bolted to a large handle. It's purely makeshift.An equally impressive collection of... one might be tempted to say 'garbage', but let's just call it an armor consisting of pieces of leather, fur and cloth stacked upon another and combined and held together with chains. It covers most of his body.A cheap, but complete set of 'civil' clothing.
Pros:
+ Very strong and tough. He's capable of moving and lifting things an ordinary human couldn't dream of.
+ Rather intelligent, though not outstandingly.
Cons:
- His appearance. When people see him, prices go up, and when he leaves, they go down again as if by magic. He's really not far from being an outcast and scorn can be achieved by a wide variety of methods.
- He's lean and wouldn't consider himself particularly tall or heavy. By human standards however he is a crushing, walking tower and thereby prone to more or less embarrassing accidents. Furniture, badly maintained buildings and the like aren't exactly designed for him.- He's inexperienced with this world and the habits, traditions and reasoning of its inhabitants. The negative impact of this has considerable lessened since his 'arrival', but is still noticeable.
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