Meeting strangers

Name: Valemir Race: Half-Tiefling Class: Magician-inventor Age: 22 Personality: Likes to look at children, always flirts with little girls, likes to look at naked children, but hides it. Likes to eat a lot Appearance: Weighs 120 kilograms, is 2 meters tall, is strong, but not very hardy. His skin is reddish, his eyes are black with a red iris. He wears a black robe. His hair is black and of medium length. Background: Valemir Delmos De Trovia was the son of an aristocrat in the Jarenid Empire, his life was full of opportunities, but the young inquisitive boy did not like all this politics and decided to practice magic from childhood. He had an incredible talent, thanks to the blood of one of his ancestors, namely the Great founder of magical sciences and the creator of the enchantment system named Trovi Delmos. In the dark ages, he created a way to enchant objects, endowing them with power and incredible abilities. He is the first Tiefling to form an alliance with humans and establish his own family of aristocrats and marry a human woman. Thanks to the Tiefling blood, the Trovia family received an unusual appearance, everyone in the Delmos family had black sclera and bright irises that glowed in the night. At the age of 13, Valemir refused to join the battle for the inheritance, but his older brother felt that since he was giving up the inheritance, he should help him become the main heir. Politely refusing, insults poured down on him and Valemir sent his brother flying with wind magic, left the family and entered the Imperial Academy of Magic, taking first place in the entrance exams, teachers and professors decided not to touch him, allowing him to improve himself. A year later, the Director, the strongest archmage, noticed his craving for forbidden knowledge.

• Forbidden knowledge is prohibited for a reason. He spoke with a calm face, but there was concern in his voice. "I know that!" "But there may just be parts in them that will make it possible to store magical energy in the body more efficiently, because all known methods are too long and ineffective..." he did not have time to finish as the archmage interrupted his speech.
• Magic is a subtle art that does not tolerate haste. The archmage said in a calm voice. "You should have realized that as soon as you started doing magic!" – A second clear and loud voice abruptly appeared, which deafened both of them. It was a girl who thought it was wrong that a goofball like Valemir had become the best. The girl was tall and slender with bright white hair and red eyes like rubies, and all this was decorated with snow-white skin that was as white as a cloud. But Valemir didn't look small next to her. Almost two meters tall and dark hair with bright fiery eyes on a black background made them almost completely opposite. She dreamed of becoming a magician like her mother, and Valemir wanted to learn everything possible without any purpose. And then one day he decided, and bought a book of spells on the black market, spending all his hard money. The black thin book was filled with the aura of death, but that didn't stop him. The ritual of "Cultivating the magic root" allows you to increase the volume of magic at times, using sacrifices, after spending months on refinement, it turned out to create a ritual from this that uses magic stones for the place of living beings. The day of the test came, having drawn a magic circle on the floor of his room and made a solution, all the signs were filled with it, and the magic stones were placed in the right places, sitting in the center, Valemir began to fill the writing with his magical power. The circle lit up and the magical flow moved, the stones began to deplete, their energy swirled around the tester, but everything went wrong. While waiting, the energy was supposed to nourish him, but it just swirled around like a whirlwind. He began to fear that everything was not going according to plan, and the archmage also felt it. When he opened the door, he saw a student sitting in the center of a circle surrounded by a vortex of magic that would destabilize at any moment. These moments will remain in the memory of our magician Valemir for the rest of his life, because as soon as the archmage approached, his power moved with the current at the same moment and it increased significantly, destroying the room and walls, capturing more and more victims. The vortex destroyed the dormitory building and took away the magical powers of everyone it reached. Valemir tried to stop him, but the flow was too strong and soon he broke out of control, giving everything around a shock wave demolishing buildings and people around. Valemir did not believe what had happened around him. With tears in his eyes, he denied that this had happened, but when people began to approach, everyone looked at him with disgust and horror. No one saw what happened, but an understanding came immediately, the one who was chasing forbidden knowledge was sitting in the center of the destruction in front of the corpse of an old man, it was the archmage and the director. He was startled, and taking off the ring from the archmage's finger and picking up a book lying next to it, the archmage took out a scroll from his bosom and disappeared. The crowd did not understand what to do, to run after the guilty to save those still alive or to call for help, and only one smile of red lips on snow-white skin was among all the sullen, uncomprehending faces. Name: Xymar Race: Half-elf Class: Assassin Shooter Age: 21 Personality: Calm, cheerful, loves women, has a 20-centimeter penis Appearance: Weight 75 kilograms, height 190 centimeters. His built is slim but toned. Brown eyes. Has a gold earring in his left ear. Dressed in a white shirt and trousers. Hair is brown, medium length Background: Together with his elf mother, he was born in the capital of Kastra, the Kingdom of Masandliria. Since childhood, he had heard strange voices, but could not figure out where they were coming from. Mom explained to him that he is a half-elf and he can hear spirits, but, alas, he needs to learn how to feel them and use their power. He grew up and made friends, and all the girls were touched when he appeared next to them, and when he turned 12, his mother started teaching him archery, but it was difficult for Ximaru to shoot accurately, so they tried to replace the bow with a crossbow. The crossbow became not just a weapon for him, but a part of him, no one could shoot as quickly and accurately as he could in the entire capital, even the best royal archers noticed this. But after 2 years, he became an adult and began to work and along the way trained in the hunters guild to handle daggers that he inherited from his late father. Xymar had never seen his father, but two black daggers with a simple guard and a slightly curved handle wrapped in white leather, as if they had always belonged to him. And a year later, he met his first love. The daughter of a local innkeeper, a small girl with beautiful scarlet curls that were always tied in a tight ponytail, and her eyes of two colors, bewitched everyone. The right one was like a beautiful flower of delicate pink color, so tempting to pluck it and hide it. And the left one was like the deepest ocean in which you could drown and not want to surface anymore. Aria, that was her name, she was soft and timid, but at the same time, her heart was filled with courage. When they saw each other, time froze and everything around them disappeared. The girl, as soon as she saw him, got caught up in his warm swampy eyes, and from his tightly combed hair, slightly longish ears were visible. They began to communicate and often walk at night. A year later, Aria gave him a gold earring with her name engraved on the inside. Ximar also presented a beautiful pendant with a purple stone on a silver chain. And now, at the age of 15, he became one of the monster hunters in the guild. He didn't succeed in becoming famous right away, but his efforts only made him stronger and more determined. But a month later, his life began to change dramatically when the ill-fated letter arrived. Ximara's mom had to come back, because something terrible had happened. She couldn't take her son with her. Elves living according to the traditions of their ancestors hated humans, to put it mildly, but half-elves were considered taboo. But she told her son that she would leave quickly and come back. Xymar knew that it was fast for elves and long for humans, but he trusted his Mother and asked:
• Come back as soon as possible, I have a gift for you! He said with a sad smile. Mom smiled, hugged her son and left. A day later, he was shocked by another piece of news. His beloved must leave with her parents to her native village, as the inn was forcibly bought by a local aristocrat. Ximaru was hurt, but he said: - I will definitely come to you. Just wait. With a sad sigh, he made that promise. With tears in her eyes and a soft smile, she almost shouted: "I know, and I'll be waiting for you!" He watched as his love rode a carriage outside the city wall. He tried to hold back the tears, but he suddenly felt lonely. A couple of years later, Ximaru turned 18, by which time he had already become a mercenary and completed a couple of large orders, which he was very proud of. But his loneliness wouldn't let go. His mother had not returned, and he did not know where to find her. He couldn't leave the city either, he needed special permission. And there was little point in it, going anywhere without a goal was like suicide. He knew that the spirits could tell him where to go, but he couldn't make out a single word of what they were saying. And then came Day X, when he heard that the king had received a ring as a gift from the elves. A silver ring with a blue stone and decorated with small beads in a circle in two rows, and then Ximar remembered this ring.… The ring that was on his Mom's finger. He burst into flames and something broke inside, he didn't think twice about selling the house and collecting his savings, bought himself a full set of black leather armor and hiking equipment and entered the palace. Thanks to his training, it wasn't difficult to get past the guards, and here he was in the king's chambers, sleeping peacefully and dreaming. The ring was lying on the bedside table, and inside the ring was a carving of Nessus, his mother's name. Everything happened in a second. The king only managed to croak and died from a dagger stuck in his eye socket, and the ring turned out to be on Ximar's finger. At the same moment, his daughter, a princess with scarlet curls and different eyes, came in, a beautiful Aria, she immediately recognized her lover.
• AAAAAAAAAAA! She screamed, horrified to see a dagger in the head of her father and her lover in the form of a murderer. "Guardian..." she didn't have time to shout when a bolt pierced her chest. Xymar died inside, realizing what he had done, grabbed his dagger and put on the ring, rushed to escape. The spirits began to talk to him, and warmth spread through his body and horror when he heard a scream behind him. The guards began to surround him, but as soon as he thought about it, a stream of fire burst from the dagger, distracting them. He jumped out the window, he thought it was the end. Seeing the roofs of the houses below them getting closer and closer.
• Mom. I'm so sorry! He said it with tears in his eyes, and at the same moment the wind picked him up and carried him outside the walls of the city. Falling through the branches and leaves to the hard ground, the decision came by itself.
• We have to go. The half-elf said softly as he lay on the ground. "It's just a ring!" Ximar stood up and said, "It means Mom is alive and I need to find her!" He finally made a decision and ran into the depths of the forest. Name: Timrael Race: Human Class: Ego Weapon User Age: 21 Personality: Sullen, eternally dissatisfied, loves ale and naked women, has a decent dick Appearance: He weighs 65 kilograms, and is 170 centimeters tall. He is wearing a white shirt, leather vest, and black pants. His hair is black and short. His eyes are black. Background: Timrael was the son of a knight commander named Iraziel in the capital of Kastra, the Kingdom of Masandliria. His father was distinguished by his extremely high self-control, severity and composure, because he began to train his only son since childhood, but he could not get a sword, no matter how hard he tried. Various training sessions hardened his body, and by the age of 10 he looked like a soldier with a strong physique. A job was found for the young knight from an early age, he had to help on knightly sorties as a squire. But one incident changed his life. On a day when it was raining heavily, something strange flashed in the bushes and Timrael, succumbing to curiosity, came closer and at the same moment as he reached for the bush, a strange animal jumped on him and connected with him causing severe pain and immediately a scythe appeared in his hands, but it did not look like to the scythe that mows the grass. And she looked very sinister. A black scythe with a bright yellow blade seemed to glow in the dark, and looking at such a bizarre weapon, a voice appeared in Timrael's head. The indistinct and quiet voice sounded so far away and just as close. When the young warrior heard footsteps, he was afraid and wanted to hide, because he did not want his unusual weapon to be noticed. Having only managed to take a step, the voice in my head whispered something and the braid became soft, like a snake hiding under my clothes, wrapping around my body. The boy did not know what to do, because he had dreamed of a good weapon for a long time, and here was a gift from heaven, an unknown living weapon that Timrael had left behind. Pulling himself together, he began training with the halberd, spear and sword, trying to understand his weapon, which continued to whisper in his subconscious, becoming louder. This caused fear, and during this difficult period he met a half-elf boy who understood his fear and became his first friend, to whom he revealed his secret. But, alas, the new friend did not know anything about live weapons. But he had someone to talk to, and they stood up for each other. Two years later, Timrael became a full-fledged recruit in the Galekh Knights Order, named after General Galekh Mortier. Studying became even more difficult, there was no time, not even for sleep, and his weapon was getting louder and louder. Training hardened him and during his short rest, when he went to the stalls for food, he met with one very cute girl, black straight shoulder-length hair with long bangs covering her eyes, from under which two green eyes shone like stars. And so Timrael decided to start a conversation with her anyway.
• hello!- He said loudly and clearly, slightly scaring the girl. – My name is Timrael, I couldn't get past you and your gaze and wanted to know your name! She silently looked at him with a surprised look, the silence was not long, but very nervous.
• My name is Anastasia! Her voice broke the silence and the awkwardness. "You started talking so suddenly that I was scared!" – And after these words with a slight sneer, time flew by unnoticeably. He wanted to take her and go on a journey. For Timrael, she became a hatch of freedom and joy. He came and chatted with her about everything, ignoring the voice in his head. And he was getting louder and more intelligible.
• You... saved... Me... Fortunately... - the voice in the dream did not have time to finish, as the alarm bell rang at full volume, having blown up and half asleep, dressed and went out, he heard the news about the death of the king and princess, and after the news that the man hiding the demon spy had been captured and about his execution in the center cities. He was caught against his will by the stream of people going to execution, arriving there, he was horrified, because his father was on the block, the proud and stern warrior was beaten and barely looked like himself. And next to her, a girl in an inquisitor's robe with an axe in her hand, and black hair and emerald eyes were visible under the hood, a picture formed in Timrael's head. Anastasia is an inquisitor of the Church of the Most Holy, and he told her about his unusual weapon, but she only said that such weapons were created by demons and the church does not like such things. And now he's been made a spy, and his father is the one who hid him. "RUN!"!! – A voice shouted in his head with great volume, Timrael immediately rushed to his place, took his things and put on his armor, rushed to the gate. The guards did not want to let him through, but when they heard the news about the execution, and who exactly was sentenced, they hesitated. "They killed my father, which means I'm next!" Timrael said in a trembling voice filled with fear, grief, and anger. The guards had known the stern and principled Iraziel all their lives and did not believe that he consorted with demons. "Go," the guard said softly with a drooping look. He decided to skip the kid, because it wasn't his fault. "We haven't seen you." The second guard said in a whisper with a sympathetic look. Timrael ran away from the city as far as possible.