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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Patriarchy" data-source="post: 42625" data-attributes="member: 162"><h3 style="text-align: center">[ATTACH=full]7002[/ATTACH]</h3><h3></h3><h3>Veshir Zanshai, the Serpent’s Exchequer</h3>In the mist-shrouded gorges of Zi Ha, a realm in Tian Xia where jade cliffs pierce the clouds and rivers murmur truths too vast for mortal hearts, Veshir Zanshai was born to the Zanshai vishkanya, a secretive clan of scalekeepers whose venoms could unravel flesh or shatter sanity. To the untrained eye, Veshir appeared human, his skin smooth and unremarkable, but close inspection revealed the subtle glint of emerald scales along his wrists and the faint amber slit of his pupils—a vishkanyan’s hidden mark. Raised in the clan’s obsidian ziggurat, he mastered the alchemical arts under his mother, Lyssara, a toxin-mistress whose poisons were whispered to bind even the shades of the dead.Lyssara taught him the sacred rite of envenoming, drawing venom from his blood or saliva—a ritual as intimate as it was deadly. “Our essence is our power,” she hissed, her voice sharp as a fang. But it was his father, Tzao, a merchant who threaded the Silk Roads with hidden vials of Zanshai venom, who sparked Veshir’s true obsession. Tzao worshipped Vapula, the Exchequer Keeper of the Pyrite Vault in Dis, an infernal duke whose hoard of knowledge could unravel the cosmos. “Vapula rewards the relentless,” Tzao would murmur, pressing a griffon-etched coin into Veshir’s palm, “but punishes the careless.” These tales of discovery and hubris took root, and in secret, Veshir carved Vapula’s sigil onto a jade amulet, whispering prayers for wisdom to pierce the world’s veiled lies.At sixteen, betrayal struck. The Jade Coil, a rival vishkanya faction, poisoned Tzao’s caravan with a toxin that left him a hollow wraith, his mind a fractured void. The Zanshai elders demanded blood, but Veshir, guided by Vapula’s edict to question all, saw only futility in their vendetta. He fled under a starless sky, taking his alchemist’s toolkit, Tzao’s ledger of trade routes, and a katar etched with the Zanshai crest—a serpent entwined around a lotus, its petals dripping venom.Veshir’s journey led him west to the Golden Road, where he honed his craft in Katheer’s spice-laden souks and Taldor’s opulent courts. In Qadira, he earned the title “Serpent’s Exchequer” after foiling a thieves’ guild with a mist of dread ampoules, his human guise unquestioned save by those who stared too long. In Taldor’s Oppara, he bartered poisons to scheming nobles, his vishkanyan traits hidden beneath a scholar’s poise, as Vapula’s edicts demanded mastery of others’ tongues. Each bargain, each discovery, was a tithe to the Pyrite Vault, whose ayngavhaul guardians haunted his dreams, their coin-like eyes gleaming with infernal judgment. Yet, the world’s splendor masked a cosmic indifference, a yawning abyss that mocked his quest for truth.By twenty-three, Veshir reached Absalom, drawn by the Arcanamirium’s forbidden tomes and whispers of alchemical secrets buried in forgotten vaults. In its shadowed libraries, he unraveled the occult mathematics of Vapula’s toxins, while in its thieves’ dens, he slipped through shadows, his blowgun a silent hymn to his patron. His formula book, bound in wyrmling hide, swelled with recipes for lesser vials and dread ampoules, alongside notes on elixirs to mend shattered minds—a tribute to Tzao’s fate and Vapula’s call to discovery. But a new venture beckoned: Otari, a coastal town whose fishery supplied rare oils and briny reagents vital to his alchemical work.In Otari, Veshir learned of disruptions at the Otari Fishery, a key source of fish oils and extracts he needed for his experiments. Vapula’s anathema against approximations demanded he inspect the reagents himself—tainted materials could ruin his craft or incur the Exchequer Keeper’s wrath. Arriving at the fishery under a sky heavy with brine and foreboding, Veshir glimpsed a figure—Kaelen, a brash adventurer—slipping toward the basement’s shadowed entrance, intent on probing the same disturbances. Kaelen’s reckless intrusion threatened the fishery’s operations, and thus Veshir’s trade. Driven by Vapula’s edict to safeguard his bargains and his own need for precision, Veshir followed unbidden, his cloak whispering as he descended into the basement’s damp gloom, katar in hand and toolkit at his side, ready to protect his interests and claim the secrets within.As he steps into the Otari Fishery’s basement, the air thick with salt and decay, Veshir feels Vapula’s scrutiny—a gilded chain binding him to discovery and doom. The shadows below whisper of truths that may unmake the Serpent’s Exchequer, but he presses forward, driven by duty and the hunger for knowledge._____________________________________________________________________________________Ok just like i said to Tenzent, as oposed to normal games you are more like your characters coach than behind the wheel. you need to plan his plan of action significantly into the future not knowing what awaits not just the present. you two are now just entered the basement. you kinda just barged in</blockquote>

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