Ra-farad and Shesmu

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  🩸Spheres Alchemist
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  🩸Hemetic Philosopher
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## Preparations for the Tower of Death

Not many things interested Ra-farad, especially not a crusade against undeath (whom he had no quarrel with.) However, the chance to watch so many fall was enough to spark his curiosity as he read the sign. It didn’t take him long to reach his home, a pale white temple, offset by the red rocks, that his brother and he maintained just outside of Babel. While it was plain on the outside, the inside was set with golden edges, ruby inlays, and many other ostentatious decorations. Once inside, Ra-farad headed over to his favorite place, a marble altar just large enough for him to lay on. Meticulously he began to put his things away, almost like a ritual of sorts. He liked to use this time to think and scheme, and in this case, make plans for how he would worm his way into the crusade. After he folded his last garment, he called his staff over to him. The solution was easy for him; blood. He had yet to find a problem that couldn’t be solved so easily, especially with his own. He arose from the altar that he had lain on to think and headed to the lab.

Once he was in his laboratory, he began to collect each tool he would need, needles, and many strange vials to fill with his blood. To an onlooker, the process might have been horrifying, but Ra-farad gained sick pleasure from watching the life essence flow out of things. This was made evident by the freshly drained animal corpses hung around the lab. He strapped himself in and began the process. Slowly, as the blood left him, he began to pray. The words flowed as smoothly as the blood itself, invoking ancient magic that very few knew the secrets of. Vial after vial he did this with, filling

## Character Information

### Class

🌹U-Barbarian
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  🩸Painted Savage
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🌹Alchemist

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  🩸Spheres Alchemist
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  🩸Hemetic Philosopher
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## Physical Description

### Notable Features

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them with his twisted magics, preparing for a crusade.

His brother, Shesmu, had other current objectives. After scaling the mountains all around the area, he stood on a rather high peak and looked around, the wind blowing his 'hair' in the breeze. After he was certain that no other real issues, such as another building too close to them or a curious adventurer needing to be dealt with, he climbed his way back down and made the long trek to the marble temple they called home. Soon enough, he made it back to the startlingly white structure. As always, he stopped to admire the rather appealing contrast of the white stone to the red mountain it was built into. Falling down onto the central area from above, Shesmu dusts himself off and looks around for a sign of his other half somewhere in the area. Assuming he was either working or not there, he walked through the main doors and up to his brother's favorite room; the lab.

Not even breaking stride, Shesmu would take the handle and try to push the door open, realizing that the door was locked, as he slammed his body into it. Rubbing his face from the fading pain, he pounded his fist in the door. "HEY!” he called to his brother inside, “what did I say about leaving the door locked?! This is the fifth time this week!"

Unworried about the wrath of his brother, Ra-farad groaned in a euphoric blood haze. “Brother… I’ve been blessed with a quest. Come and we shall talk.” The door unlocked and creaked open slowly. Inside, several large vials of blood had already been collected and sat on a tray in front of him. “We are joining a crusade.” Ra-farad laid back in the bedding rolling his eyes to watch the crimson flow drip into yet another vial.

"A crusade huh? We going for the people to kill or the reward?" Shesmu was unbothered by the display in front of him as he walked to an open chair. Plucking up a filled vial from the closest counter he held it up to the light, the crimson liquid flowed rather irregularly and shined with colors outside the norm. Setting it back down after he had had his fill, Shesmu looked back to his brother and raised a brow, awaiting a response from his blood drunk brother.

Crimson script began to form in the air in front of Shesmu, copying the words from the flier he had seen earlier. “I just wish to observe. Same as I always do.” He finished the last vial, unstrapping his arm and standing up, only mildly dizzy. “But first we must buy our way in.” He taps one of the freshly made ruby vials. “I just need a bit.” He waved a hand towards the empty bed equipped with arm straps and blood extraction devices. “Healing potions.”

Sighing, Shesmu shakes his head and fiddles with the vial he was looking over. "Hmm. Should I get to making some as well then? How many do you think we should make… and follow up question…. Why?" The strain of the last word being rather obvious, Shesmu taps his finger on the counter in irritation. "Maybe one of these days you'll tell me about something before you are already halfway done."

Ra-farad was used to the barrage of questions. He was also used to avoiding them just as much. “All will be revealed soon. Now then, shall we?” He walked his brother over to the bed and set him up. Whispering the same prayer to his brother that he said, he began extracting the healing potions from his brother's veins, filling a similar amount of vials as his own before letting him go. “Besides, once we are there, you can unleash your rage freely.”

Shesmu would follow suit, helping where he can and allowing his blood to freely flow out of him with the precise care of his brother. Soon enough, there were six more vials added to the mass of them, at which point the bloodletting came to its end. Looking around at the vials of his own, he gives a smirk to his brother, the last comment clearly bringing him great amusement. "Oh please. You act like you aren't itching to let loose yourself…"

Over the next few days, Ra-farad and his brother would repeat this, filling many vials with potions of Cure Serious Wounds. It was not long before they had a crate containing 48 vials and were ready to deliver them to the rallying point.