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How to paint a Raven Silver (Hell's Rebels) - Recruitment 1-2 spots available!
Zoastria Oririe wrote:

Getting close, she reaches out to run her fingers down Weller's arm. From this vantage, Weller can see that Kitt's body is covered a short layer of bronze colored fur and that her long, pointed fingernails appear to actually be claws.

"Can we keep him? He looks housebroken."

Zoastria rolls her eyes. Realizing she isn't going to get anywhere with speeches while Kitt is in a playful mood, she joins the two.

"Kitt, we talked about this. People are not pets. Perhaps introducing yourself would be more appropriate."

Kitt pouts for a second then smiles slyly at Weller. Continuing to purr, and still gripping his arm, she says "My name is Kitt. What is yours, Sailor?"

Sighing, Zoastria smiles pleasantly, then extends a hand toward Weller. "and I am Zoastria. Pleased to meet yoy."

Smiling from under his beard he keeps an eye on where the hand travels, keeping attention on the simple leather band around his left wrist so it's not unduly disturbed. But he has little problem with the tracing of the Linnorm tattoo down his right arm as he laughs lightly at her question, "I am not house broken. I'm more likely to break house."

When the two introduced himself he stood, gently taking the woman's hand in his large one to shake, "Weller Helfdayne of Broken Bay. Recently unwilling guest of Cheliax." He intentionally doesn't glance down to the small intricate brands on the inside of his right arm with the bill of sale from his enslavement. Nor the tattoos surrounding it to diffuse attention.
How to paint a Raven Silver (Hell's Rebels) - Recruitment 1-2 spots available!
"Zoastria Oririe"Hearing what she perceives as timidity, Zoastria sniffs. [b wrote:

"If it falls into the wrong hands then that fat pile of devil-worshiping offal will know who will be coming to end his miserable life.

It's not as if he or his filthy kin need any pretense in order to throw any or all of us in prison and torture us. I, for one, am done hiding in the shadows. The Sting of Vengeance is coming, and we shall be the ones who wield the stinger!"[/b]

Eyes blazing, Zoastria makes eye contact with several of those who turned to her outburst, daring them to gainsay her.

Kitt, however, laughs long and loud, then reaches out to stroke Zoastria's hair. "Oh! I love it when you get all passionate! The anger brings a bit of color to those pretty cheeks."

Reaching out for Zoastria's cheek, Kitt playfully pinches it like a grandmother, then laughs again. "You need to release some of that tension, Zoe, and I need a drink! Who's buying?" she says as she looks around.

At the mention of what would normally be considered heresy among the devil-worshipping populace, he spread a broad grin across his bearded lips before taking a pull from his mug. Only watching the glare of the woman with a smile as her eyes cut the room looking for insult or contrition.

But when her companion called for a drink he took his open hand, slapping at the table before him and calling over the small buzz of the room, "I am!" He inclines his head with a gesture and a small wave of his mug in way of toast, "Is least I can pay for those with courage to speak hard truths, yes? Is not common in city to hear honesty these days."
How to paint a Raven Silver (Hell's Rebels) - Recruitment 1-2 spots available!

History:
Originally from Broken Bay, Weller was a young sailor who was captured by Cheliax slavers years prior. He was barely a boy learning the ways of the profession when the ship was taken during a voyage. Weller, taken and used as hard labor, spent the rest of his young years working on the Corentyn docks before he was eventually sold to a wealthy family.

A religious family of Asmodeus, Weller was treated well for the first time since being taken from his homeland. He began to worship the dark god, believing he had found some reprieve from the pain and suffering he had endured as a dock worker. Going so far as to brand the foul God's symbol on his left wrist, mimicking the tattoos of the family patriarchs. And for a time he was indeed happy. However his size and the reputation of Northern ferocity had intrigued the family, having purchased him to be their enforcer.

He was made to beat other slaves who disobeyed the masters. At first it was for major transgressions and his loyalty was unquestioned, but later it grew ever more petty. The family finding his brutish strength more and more entertaining. Before he knew what was happening he was beating serving girls to an audience in dinner parties for the crime of spilling drops of wine.

When he was ordered to execute a slave for attempted escape, he began to have his first doubts. The halfling woman begged for his life, but he carried out his duty with the Ulfen axe provided. Afterwards he tried to put it out of his mind, but only later discovered that the halfling had not tried to escape. Only chipped a glass that the lady of the house was especially fond of.

It was then that Weller forswore his faith to Asmodeus. Swearing retribution against the horrible things that had been done to him and through him in his ignorance. In revenge, he used his position to send the servants on errands, leaving only the most loyal and sadistic ones in the small manor home. When the family began a night's rest, Weller saw to the nightly defenses of barring all exits so slaves could not escape.

Once this was done he spilled lamp oil all over the ground floor near the exit doors and tossed a candle, waiting outside with the axe he'd been made to use. Only two escaped. The lady of the house and one of the sadistic loyalists. Weller killed both with the axe, throwing their corpses back into the blazing house to be crushed under the rubble as he fled.

He made his way into Kintargo a year later, seeking a way to help put an end to Thrune rule. He had only recently gotten in contact with the Silver Ravens before they were all but wiped out.
Now he's looking for a way to rebuild or replace the group somehow in order to overthrow the occupation of Kintargo.

Here's my submission. Weller the Skald. Former slave, buffer of parties and drinker of ale.