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Veneficus chuckled to himself. Nepht was always so enthusiastic.

"Alright, here. Give me your hand over."

He smiled as an orange glow enveloped his old wizened hands. He whispered something unintelligable and began to cast the spell.

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Name: Veneficus

Race: Imperial

Age: Old

Class: Healer

Weapons: His hands and mind

Armour: Priest robes.

Backstory: Veneficus has been head priest at the Chapel of Arkay in Cheydinhal for some time now. He was the one who married the odd couple of Dunmer and Breton ten years ago before a Vampire Lord interrupted the ceremony and almost destroyed the entire chapel. He also presided over their funeral a few days later. He now looks after Corelas in his diminished state and wishes to let his heroic tale live on. Is often grumpy due to his age, but has a soft spot for Mikasa and Nepht whom he sees as the children he never had.

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"There. All better." The old man smiled as he withdrew his hand from over Nephts. "Now, I think scratching your arm fighting goblins is far more believable than minotaurs. Don't you?" He finished as he began. With a chuckle.